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Whoops my hand slipped and my oneshot accidentally turned into a 17k worded first chapter.

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Heavy footsteps thundered across the farm, kicking up earth in her wake as she chased a girl with braids throughout it. Her eyes zeroed in, hands tightly gripping the axe she carried as the two of them sprinted forward as predator and prey. 

Normally she wasn't like this. When a chase took too long, the Russian decided to cut her losses and go back to defend her generators before they were completed.

Not this time. Not this trial.

Anytime she had a trial with this sprinting fox, all her energy and time was consumed. It was as if this redhead enjoyed it. Taking advantage of the slower woman. Vaulting through windows and over fallen pallets. Circling her in a never ending mind game. 

Anna prided herself in being a good hunter. An Apex in her forest. And here was something she could not catch. 

It infuriated her. 

But finally, here, she caught her in her mistake. The fox now running into her snare. Anna reached for her belt, retrieving a hatchet as her eyes locked onto the target ahead. This braided girl jumped over a wooden vault point, and the minute her feet left the air, so did the hatchet leave The Huntress’s hand into her prey’s back. 

Except it didn't. 

She watched the hatchet harmlessly give the girl a haircut as she jumped the window and immediately ducked into a crouch. The hurling weapon slammed into the wall behind her. The large woman only stood there a moment. Her brows furrowing behind the mask as she stared at this young woman in front of her, incredulously. The sprinting fox stood from her crouch, staring at the other with a smirk. Her hand reached up, waving at the other to ‘come on’, in some form of a taunt. 

And unfortunately for her, it worked. The Predator snarled, rushing forward, the ground beneath her quaking at the force of her footsteps. 

One could say she was angry. True. Frustrated and irritated. But beneath all of that.

She was living. 

It had been far too long since she'd found a worthy hunt. And soon, she'd have a fox hanging from her hook. 

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For prompts, could I please request some domestic MegAnna fluff? Pls & ty 🙏🏼

But of course!

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It had been a long while since the Entity had awoken. At first it was slow, people noticing they were getting pulled into fewer and fewer trials. Then it all just...stopped. Gone. No trials. Not for a loooong time.

It was almost like a miracle.

Maybe it died. Maybe it finally choked on its own food and finally died from these repeated games. Whatever happened, they were happy and it can stay dead.

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Deep and heavy breathing rose from a large woman in bed. Her dark brown hair messy and cowlicked from the wondrous sleep she was getting. No longer living in fear. No longer working to serve some malicious force. Her body stirred a moment, feeling fingertips dance across her scalp. Instinctively she pressed deeper into the touch, only to have a melodic giggle pull her from her sleep.

She blinked away the blur spots, letting the room came back into focus. And the first thing she was greeted with was a beautiful redhead, that only gave her a gentle smile as she continued to massage her fingers through the other's hair.

"Good morning"

Anna stared at her a moment, a delicate smile touching her lips as she closed her eyes again, melting into the other's touch.

"Good morning" she repeated. "When did you wake up?"

"Just a little bit ago. But you were so cute, I couldn't leave"

A small laugh escaped the Russian, pushing herself off the bed to sit up. The blanket slowly dropped from her body; the runner unable to not steal a glance at the tightly muscled skin below.

"What would you like to eat? I think we still have a lot of vegetables from the garden"

Anna slowly maneuvered her way to the edge of the bed, placing firm feet against the wooden for to raise into a stand. Meg followed her action, standing as well.

"Hm... Maybe some bread and jam? I can take out the dried venison too, we can experiment with it. Oh! And some green onion over it~"

The Huntress kept her eyes on her lover as she dressed herself for the day. Her mind and heart captivated day by day as she gets to spend the rest of her life with this woman. Even here, in the Entity's realm, an eternity with her little fox felt like paradise on earth.

The coarse white shirt slipped over her body, then came the worn leather belt and suspenders to keep her pants up. However, as went to go and clasp them, small dainty hands snaked their way around her waist from behind, fastening the clasp easily.

"I am always surprised by how quiet you can be" the older woman turned around, facing her smiling fox with her own charming face. A face the redhead could never resist.

Her small arms wrapped around the others waist, keeping her close as they swayed in place.

"That's why I'm the best~"

A laughed escaped the Huntress, leaning down to press a kiss to the other woman's forehead.

"Always the best."

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"What game did you say this was again?" her brows furrowed, staring at the bit of parchment between them.

"Tic tac toe. A game from my time"

"Teec tac tooe" the woman chewed over the words in her thick accent, only illiciting a giggle that strummed her heart so wonderfully.

She watched as Meg drew four lines into the paper, and placing an 'X' in the upper right hand corner.

"Now you draw an 'O' in one of the other boxes. The first one to get three in a row wins.

"Ah, strategy game?" she loved strategy games.

"Sure~ a small one"

Brown eyes found the paper once more, her large hand taking the pencil from Meg's to draw an 'O' in the opposite corner. They sat together on the wooden table The Huntress has built in another life. Daylight pouring in from the windows as the two sipped on tea and munched on the delicacies in front of them.

It was easier to find and make food now, now that they weren't fighting for their lives. And with the Entity gone, it seemed that life also breathed into the land. The forest no longer showered in a constant downpour of rain. It saw all four seasons, awakening from a deep sleep.

Today, the sun was bright, the breeze was cool, and the two savored the jam they spent the winter making together.

After a bit of back and forth, Anna tilted her head a moment, circling another O under her other two.

"Ah nice! You won"

"I did?"

"Yes, see? Three in a row~"

Oh, she did see now. It made her smile. She liked this game. Her hands roughly drew another battlespace for them, drawing the same four lines she saw Meg do earlier as the two played again.

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It was quiet the lazy afternoon. With such beautiful weather, there was no need for the constant hauling and cutting of wood. When the weather got like this, the couple found themselves with idle time just for them. And often times, they used it exactly the way it needed to be, after so long of pain and torment.

Meg rested her body against the larger one of her lover as the two swung delicately in a hammock between two trees. The breeze tickled her hair. She reached up, drawing invisible shapes against the Russian's chest, eyes half lidded in a content and cozy smile.

Anna slowly opened her eyes from their rest, turning her attention to the redhead. Seeing the smile made her crack one of her own.

"What?"

"You're beautiful" Meg reached her hands up, gently letting her fingertips drag against her lover's defined jawline.

Anna closed her eyes once more, leaning into the touch.

"Not as beautiful as you"

The runner only rolled her eyes, shimmying up further to nuzzle her neck into her beautiful lover, and to drink her scent.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm"

It was Anna's turn to raise her hand now. Callouses that once adorned her palm from the hardship of life slowly fading away. She cupped Meg's cheek, rubbing a scarred thumb across the soft and smooth skin.

"So beautiful."

The Huntress' gaze softened, her thumb slowly running over the other's lips, parting them slightly. She watched at her lover closed her eyes, pressing further into her.

"I love your lips. So pink" her thumb traveled across her jawline.

"I love your face, and the spots they have. Like leopard." the softened thumb slowly dragged down her neck and jugular, making Meg shiver against her.

"I love the shape of you, the way your neck connects here to your shoulder. To the collarbone, to here" she placed her large place in the center of Meg's chest plate, feeling her heart beat against the ribcage. Anna also took note of its rapid pace, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Dark eyes lowered, resting them against the face of the woman she loved so much. She was met with bright blue eyes, staring up at her fascinated, and a soft pink blush that decorated along the spotted face she loved dearly.

The blue gaze made her freeze in place. Like a deer. Not many things could captivate her, but her lover's eyes was one of them. So bright. So alluring. So memorizing. She couldn't have looked away even if her life depended on it.

Meg was the one to break the spell, shyly tucking her face against the Russian's neck. Her heart rattled in her ribcage from the sweet nothings she was given. No one had ever made her feel this special. And it was funny to think. She would have never met Anna, two people separated by 100 years, had it not been for the Entity.

Her fingers entertwined with larger ones.

"I love you too" the fox mumbled against the skin of her lover.

It made the Huntress hum in response, idle fingers playing with smaller ones.

She was interrupted when said fingers pulled away, resting on her cheek instead. Anna looked down with a lidded gaze, feeling the lips she went mad over softly place against her own. She kissed her again and again, meeting soft plush lips against her own as the sound of the forest rustled around them.

Slowly, they pulled apart, chest rising and falling as bright shivers illuminated them. It didn't matter how long they'd been together now. Anna could never get tired of the way Meg had control over her heart and body, and how easy it was to send her to the heavens with just a single kiss.

Her arms wrapped tightly around the smaller woman, keeping her close.

"Lisichka" she said absentmindedly.

"Mh?" Meg inquired, eyes still closed as she resumed drawing shapes over her lovers chest.

"Will you stay with me forever?"

A smile encroached on Meg's face.

"Forever and even after that"

The answer had the Huntress' stomach sing and flip.

"Be mine and only mine forever. Until the world collapses and the last star falls from the sky"

To be together like this is one thing. But Anna wanted more. Something she couldn't put into words. She wanted this fox by her side until the sky fell.

At first she was silent, mulling what the other was truly asking her. The soft blush on her face deepened, facing her Huntress once more.

"Anna"

"Mhm?"

"Are you asking me to marry you?"

Marry. The word made the others head tilt. She wasn't sure of this word, but if it meant that the two would be together until the end of time, then yes. She was.

"Will you?"

The color on her fox's face deepened, and she was met with a surprising, passionate kiss. Her body responding on its own, reaching up to cup her face. Her lips parted, feeling her lovers tongue brush against it, allowing herself to be consumed by her little fox.

The two broke the kiss, the need for oxygen over powering their desire. Meg rested her forehead against the Russian's, shakey breaths leaving her as her eyes became glassy with tears.

"Yes, Anna. I want to be yours and only yours forever. Please marry me."

Her delicate fingers held either side of Anna's head, and the Huntress was putty in her hands. She couldn't resist, taking her beloved in for another kiss as her heart sang the melody of her name across the Huntress' body.

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MMMMMMM I cannot STAND these two. They are adorable and make my heart sing. I hope you enjoyed this!! What a beautiful way to start my day, with some MegAnna ♥️♥️

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I came here after reading your HuntressxMeg fic on ao3 and I absolutely NEED a smut fic between the two of them. Like maybe Anna has come back after a trial and goes in search of Meg, finds her changing or something. Normally it would have made her turn and give Meg her privacy but not this time.

I Call Your Name

Anna’s axe hangs bloody by her side as the final survivor is lifted from the hook by large black claws that pull him up to the sky, sacrificed to the Entity. The world around her starts to mist with a dark fog, until it’s completely black.

She opens her eyes. Her Red Forest comes into view around her, a soft breeze whistles through the trees. Her axe, now clean from any of the gore she just encountered, is buried in a log propped up in front of her. The pile of firewood next to it reminds her where she is, calming down from the thrill of the hunt. Killing survivors isn’t as fun as it once was.

She wonders whether it was ever fun, or if The Entity influences its killers. Ever since Meg… killing has never quite been the same. She suspects The Entity knows, she can feel its presence before a match and when she does, she knows what’s expected of her.

Anna takes a deep breath and leaves her axe behind. Stepping into the comfort of her cabin, she listens for her partner, the only other person she’s ever opened her home to. There’s rustling upstairs, a drawer being opened.

She realizes as she reaches the landing of the second floor that she’s been too quiet. After scaring Meg one too many times, she’d learned to start walking a bit heavier. Nearly outside the door to their bedroom, she had been too silent in her ascent, not alerting her to her presence.

Preparing to clear her throat, to give the other woman some indication that she’s back, she peaks around the corner, through the doorway. She stops though when she sees her little fox.

Meg rummages through the open drawer, her bare arms leading up to bare skin. Her back is turned to Anna, on display for her eyes to devour. The pale skin looks soft, unmarked from the pressures of the life Anna had grown up in.

It’s not like they hadn’t seen each other naked before. They had plenty of times by this point. But something carnal tugged at Anna this time. Her fingers twitch like they do in a hunt, ready to snap into action.

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read the rest on ao3!

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I saw your tags at the bottom of this and wanted to do a cute little follow up for you bc we cant end a MegAnna story without some fluff <3

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"Why! Why would you do something like that!?" was the shout that came from the familiar runner.

Meg paced back and forth inside of Anna's cabin, a nervous wreck after what she had just witnessed. But Anna was partially listening. She was remembering back to the trial. Every forceful blow. Every heated cut and stab. Her mind absentmindedly went to her torso, gritting her teeth to hide a wince at what had finally did her in.

She died.

She felt her heart stop. She saw her blood flow in a torrential downpour across the dead earth of the farm. Her mother always said that death was just a gateway to the next life. In which they would find each other again. But that was not true here. Not in the Entity's world.

No, instead she was brought back here. Reborn and remolded from the darkness and slick of shadow. But the Lording creature of this world did not do her the courtesy of healing her wounds before sending her back. So she sat in her chair. Trying to pay attention to Meg, and also feeling her mind slipping off elsewhere.

"Hello? Are you listening?" the redhead frowned, arms folded across her chest as she stood in front of the foreboding woman.

It was only then that Anna turned her head, blinking away damning thoughts before finally settling on her lover. It made her shoulders sag in relief, seeing that she had been relatively untouched. Slowly, a large hand reached forward, gently caressing the other's cheek. It only made Meg's frown deepen, reaching up to pet the other's hand and lean into her touch. "Why did you do that..."

"To keep you safe"

That earned her a scoff.

"Anna, you cant keep me safe" the other responded, her nose and cheeks turning red as she tried her hardest to hold back tears. Her eyes locked onto the larger woman in front of her, still leaning into her touch.

"But he would have killed you"

"I've died THOUSANDS of times!" Meg shouted, tears she'd been holding back finally cascading down her face. It made Anna blink in surprise.

"I have been killed and killed again! My bones are broken on a daily basis! My LUNGS were exposed once! I know what it's like to die, Anna. I'm not scared of it. But YOU!" she pointed a finger at the hole the Entity lovingly left her.

"You didnt deserve any of this!" it came out in a choked sob. "I didnt want you to have to experience that! I didnt what would have happened! And now, n-now- I-" her words fumbled over her tongue as emotion finally swept through her.

Seeing her lover like that, limp and lifeless on the floor. She didnt know if Anna would come back like the rest of them did. No one knew what would happen if a Killer died. No one has ever seen one die. And the minute they returned to camp after that trial, Meg sprinted all the way here. Not caring who or what saw her.

And when she opened the door to find Anna and not an empty home, she wanted to collapse into tears right there. But she didnt. She wanted to be strong. For her love. Now here she was, sobbing loudly into her Huntress's chest, body wracked in wails. The large woman tenderly wrapped her arms around the young woman. Her hands reaching up, tossing the mask carelessly onto the table beside them. Her heart ached, hearing the other cry for her.

"Please do not cry... I am here" cooed the Russian, rubbing up and down at the other's back soothingly.

"I will always be here for you, Lisichka" Lisichka. Her little nickname for Meg. It managed to calm her down some, arms reaching up to wrap themselves around the large frame of the muscled woman. Her head rested against her chest absentmindedly, only for Anna to flinch slightly in response.

It made Meg quickly pick her head back up.

"Oh! Sorry" her eyes dropped down to the other's wounds with a frown.

There was a silence in the air between them before small and gentle fingers reached up, tugging at the thick and course shirt from the other woman. Anna could only give Meg a confused look as the woman began tugging the shirt from the hem of her waistline.

"Here, let me help you"

The Huntress didnt know what to think. Whatever wounds she had, she normally took care of herself.

She gave Meg an inquisitive stare, but did not resist the other slowly helping her out of her clothing. It was slow, and painful. Meg was careful and delicate in the process, gently removing the article's of clothing to expose the other's skin. Not long after, the Huntress remained topless in her chair as Meg began to prepare bandages and rags.

"I hope you dont mind, I'm going to clean you up a bit. Okay?" she picked her eyes up to the other, who only stared at her in response.

Her love was gentle with her touch. Avoiding any painful pressure and navigating her way over the wounds with such finesse, the Russian could have sworn she was never injured. Brown eyes looked down, staring lovingly at the other who did her best to clean and patch up the horrid wounds she suffered.

Something was compelling in this moment. She couldnt place her thoughts on it. In the dim light of the house, illuminated by the fireplace. Meg looked so beautiful. Ever doting on her, The Huntress, who was well capable of handling herself. The cold air touched her exposed skin, but it didnt matter, nor did she notice, as all her mind seemed to be consumed by the little fox in front of her.

Meg had reached forward, trying to apply a salve onto the other. But large hands gently cupped hers, making the runner lift her head up in confusion. All she was met with was a longing and yearning stare from the other woman. It made the color rush to her cheeks, shyly looking away.

"I need to apply the salve, you know..."

"I know" was all Anna said, gently reaching up to cup her lover's cheek in her palm.

Once again, Meg leaned into the touch, finally returning the other's gaze. It made Anna's stomach sing and rumble, seeing the other's blue eyes rest on her own. Her body acted on it's own, closing the distance between them for a kiss.

It was soft and heavenly. She will never get tired of it, sparks illuminating in her gut. She did it again, and again. Meeting the other's lips over and over in the fire light of the cabin. Hushed kisses and fire crackling the only sound.

And soft kisses turned more bold, deeper. Feeling the brush of a tongue against her lover's lips. Meg's arms slowly wrapped themselves around the other's neck, feeding more into the kiss as it deepened. Anna's arms wrapped snugly around her waist before the two of them pulled back for air.

Meg rested her forehead against the Russian's eyes closed and cheeks bright. Soft panting left her, lips so close to the others.

"Anna" the other breathed against her. "I love you"

The Huntress lifted her head up, catching the other's lips once more.

"I love you too, Lisichka" it came as a whisper, lips brushing against the other's with every word.

They may not be able to leave the Entity's realm, but at least they were here together.

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MMMMMMMMMMM I LOVE writing me some GOOD SOUP. Some GOOD GAY SOUP. Love these two. I hope you like this ending <3

Also, another idea I had. With the new 2v8 coming out, it's very likely Anna will be in a trial with someone else who will kill Meg. How do you think she'd react/feel?

Imagine her and Hillbilly and she watches him club Meg in the head.

I’ve actually been thinking about this a lot since they announced the 2v8 mode!

There’s probably a bit of an internal battle of whether to keep up appearances for the other killers (for fear of the consequences), or break the rules and protect Meg. I’d love to see her being super protective with another killer around. Especially someone ruthless who wouldn’t have sympathy.

This really sets up some great angst for future fics!

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Imagine her shock when Anna is loaded into a trial — like any other trial at first — but she comes across a bear trap. She’s clever enough to see it easily, but she starts hearing traps clamp shut in the distance, the screams of nameless survivors. She knows somethings not right.

Then she hears a familiar scream that makes her chest tighten, pulsing ice through her veins. Immediately she’s off to find her.

The Trapper is chasing Meg through the shack, forcing her to leave by placing another trap. Meg is already limping, bleeding from her calf. He’s about to swing his weapon when a hatchet sinks into his shoulder.

Anna almost doesn’t realize it happens. It’s out of her hand before she can think better of it. But then she sees Meg, unshed tears in her eyes from the pain.

Meg changes direction, running as fast as she can toward another zone to hide.

Trapper doesn’t follow, huffing angrily from across Anna.

She gulps. “I missed.” She pulls another hatchet out and throws it across the map where she can hear a generator. They both hear the satisfying squelch of a clean hit. “Sorry.”

She’s not sure if he believes her, or how long it will take for him and other killers to start doubting her loyalties. But for now, he stalks off with a grunt.

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I bet Trapper hasnt felt pain like that in a WHILE too and gets really angry. I don't even think survivors realize that killers can be punished just like they can. Only in different ways. I also believe the killers would NOT like pairing up and get distracted fighting with the other. Like a territorial thing.

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Trapper slowly looked down at the hatchet embedded in his shoulder. The pain flared through his nerves and body, darkened blood leaking to the floor. It was hard for Anna to discern his thoughts behind his full face mask, the rise and fall of his chest seemed deeper and fuller.

Slowly, his head turned to Anna, and in an instant, raised a weapon to slam down against her.

A cascade of sparks flew from the blow as she raised her axe in time to block the onslaught, brows furrowing behind her rabbit mask.

"What do you think you're doing??" she growled, tightening her hands over her weapon. Trapper merely reached up, ripping the hatchet lodged in his shoulder to throw back at her.

It was sloppy and uncoordinated, not like her throws, as she easily tilted her head and had it fly past her.

"I don't share. If I kill you, I can hunt in peace" was the only thing he said, marching forward towards her, his cleaver raised in the air.

Her eyes narrowed, but a silent relief fell over her. If his attention was on her, then it wouldn't be on Meg. And she would gladly take the heat.

Again, the cleaver was brought down, sparks continued to illuminate them in the bright cornfield. Trapper slammed his weapon down again, with the force of anger and fury behind it. But Anna countered, having it slide down the length of her axe, raising her weapon herself for a blow.

The heavy blade struck his side, which was surprising solid, not soft like the survivors. Still, a deep growl emanated from her opponent's throat, ripping himself away to slash at her chest.

It was a brutal and bloody battle, nothing like how killers chase after their survivor prey.

The farm was completely silent. No knocks of generators. No cries from survivors. Just the clang of weapons and squelch of blood and meat as two hunters tore into each other.

Survivors watched in silent horror from their hiding spots, frozen still in place. Killers could kill each other? And what happens if a killer dies?

Meg gripped the wood near a vault point, her eyes completely affixed on her lover as she raced through thoughts to try and figure out a way to help. But it was too much. There was nothing she could do. Not with so many eyes on them. And not when she had no chance against the fury of the Trapper.

And for once, a yell of pain escaped him. He stared down at it, a fresh wound in his torso, then back up at her. The Huntress, mouth agape, panting heavily as her lungs burned for oxygen, only stared back from behind her mask.

Anna stood there, breathing raggedy. She'd never had a compotent opponent before. They usually fell easily. Him however, he stood. He took blow again and again, no matter how bloody either of them got. Her grip on the axe became slippery from the amount of blood that coated her. Her teeth grit, rushing forward to shoulder check the other off balance.

He stumbled a bit, and that's when she arced her axe, slamming it firmly into his stomach.

Even with a guttural howl of pain, his hand gripped his cleaver sharply. He would not let her win so easily. With one last burst of energy, the cleaver raised over his head in a blink of an eye, slamming it deep against her shoulder.

The roar of pain from a killer was never heard. Not like the annoyed grunts from whenever they dropped large wooden pallets on their head. This was different. Guttural. A sinking feeling dropped in everyone's stomach, too stunned or fearful to move from their spots.

Meg had already went and cleared her vault point seeing this, about to rush forward. But her survivor companions had all dog piled her, keeping her down lest she also be killed.

"Let me go! LET ME GO!" cried the runner, vainly trying to yank herself out of the iron grip of her companions who only stared down at her with sadness and sympathy.

Anna and Trapper glared at each other from their positions, locked in combat and locked by blades buried in meat. Trapper continued to look at her with what felt like full venom and vehemence. Too weak to move anymore. She effortlessly ripped herself away from him, the cleaver cozily buried deep up into her collarbone.

The world whistled in her ears as she stared at this lump in front of her. Hands burning, instincts fueling her. Vision blurred as she took ominous and heavy steps forward to the man now on his knees.

Her mind a mess and her adrenaline pumping for survival. Something she hadn't felt in a while. There was a man in her forest now. A soldier here kneeling in the snow in front of her.

And he had the audacity to breath.

Heavy ragged panting escaped her, gripping her axe tightly as she raised it over her head once more. But before she could bring about the final blow, the ground below them began to shake.

In an instant, black appendages burst from the ground, spiking the two killers were they stood. Her weapon slipped from her hands, eyes wide, looking down at the tentacle that so easily ripped through her and pinned her in place.

Her head lifted up, seeing Trapper in the same predicament.

The only scream that came was from Meg, watching as her lover had been skewered alive.

No one would believe that the Entity would punish the Killers. Wasn't this their playground?

Anna knelt to her knees, feeling black death consume her as blood cascaded out her body and onto the ground.

The doors instantly opened, and the world around them began to collapse.

The trial was over.

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I honestly saw this going one of two ways. The cute way in which Anna sabotages the other killers from hurting Meg in funny ways. Or the angst way, in which the Entity kills both killers as punishment and ends the trial prematurely.

Anna would find herself back in her home, but with added scars to remember why she was here in the first place.

I want to do the cute sabotage drabble too, but we all love some good angst <3

Also, another idea I had. With the new 2v8 coming out, it's very likely Anna will be in a trial with someone else who will kill Meg. How do you think she'd react/feel?

Imagine her and Hillbilly and she watches him club Meg in the head.

I’ve actually been thinking about this a lot since they announced the 2v8 mode!

There’s probably a bit of an internal battle of whether to keep up appearances for the other killers (for fear of the consequences), or break the rules and protect Meg. I’d love to see her being super protective with another killer around. Especially someone ruthless who wouldn’t have sympathy.

This really sets up some great angst for future fics!

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Imagine her shock when Anna is loaded into a trial — like any other trial at first — but she comes across a bear trap. She’s clever enough to see it easily, but she starts hearing traps clamp shut in the distance, the screams of nameless survivors. She knows somethings not right.

Then she hears a familiar scream that makes her chest tighten, pulsing ice through her veins. Immediately she’s off to find her.

The Trapper is chasing Meg through the shack, forcing her to leave by placing another trap. Meg is already limping, bleeding from her calf. He’s about to swing his weapon when a hatchet sinks into his shoulder.

Anna almost doesn’t realize it happens. It’s out of her hand before she can think better of it. But then she sees Meg, unshed tears in her eyes from the pain.

Meg changes direction, running as fast as she can toward another zone to hide.

Trapper doesn’t follow, huffing angrily from across Anna.

She gulps. “I missed.” She pulls another hatchet out and throws it across the map where she can hear a generator. They both hear the satisfying squelch of a clean hit. “Sorry.”

She’s not sure if he believes her, or how long it will take for him and other killers to start doubting her loyalties. But for now, he stalks off with a grunt.

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Dude! That's so cute. There is a post on reddit of someone who has done the research of when and where she was born.

Long story short, they estimate her being born sometime in late 1800's, and being take around 1914 during WW1

After a series of questions/interrogations from Meg, she pieces together a few things from what she remembers during her high-school and brief college days.

A drabble for you as well:

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Meg scrunched her eyes, staring down at an old book that had long since dilapidated under the world of the Entity. Still, yellowing and fragile pages contained information and knowledge precious as any other.

"So... You're saying you fought soldiers?"

Anna nodded her head slowly, arms folded as she carefully watched Meg behind her mask.

"Many. Had pointy spikes on their helmets. It did not help them much"

That seemed to ring a bell to Meg, remember a boring lecture from so long ago in a life she wished she could go back to. But a soldier with a pointy spike on their helmet...

Meg's eyes suddenly turned fierce, staring up at Anna who could only raise a brow at the delectable expression her lover had. Determined and unstoppable.

"What else did the soldiers have?"

It took Anna a moment, reflecting to the memorabilia she has stashed away. Today they were right where they needed to be. A large library in the middle of a hot desert. One of her least favorite places. And in this desert was a building so large filled to the brim with books. Meg placed an offering to the Entity specifically to come here.

And thankfully, her friends seemed to get the idea to take their time when the two of them were together.

She begins to describe the coats she has stashed away.

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It took more time than she cared to admit. But the pieces had all begun to fall together. For once, something in the Entitys world gave her that strong drive and dense of purpose. The thirst for an answer. And when she came to the answer, she placed a hand on her head, leaning back against the withered bookcase.

"Holy shit"

Anna was by her side in an instant, the worry palpable on her face.

"Are you sick?"

"No, no. I think I know your time"

She was only met with a stare, all of the Russian's focus on her.

"I don't have the exact date. But I have the scope. You were born before World War One. You fought German soldiers from World War ONE"

Meg didnt know what to think of this information. The fact her lover was a living relic, or the fact that she found the idea of it making her swoon a bit. Especially with that calm and cooled expression Anna let wash over her.

"You say this as if there were more"

Something about that comment could only illicit a giggle from the runner. She reached forward, gently grabbing the others large hand and tugged her down softly to sit beside her.

"1885. Let's just say that's your birthyear. Based on everything you told me"

The number mulled over in her mind as she thought this. But large and gently fingers only played softly with smaller daintier ones. The number also meant nothing to her.

World War One. That is something she will remember.

"And you?"

Meg only absentmindedly played back with her fingers.

"1981. You're about 96 years older than me" she said with a smile, curling up against her lovers large frame comfortably as a generator chimed to life in the distant.

"Talk about a cougar"

"Cougars are sneaky. Attack when youre not looking"

It took a moment for Meg to register what the other just said, before grinning stupidly at the fact Anna must have taken her seriously.

"Why are you smiling?" large hands gently rubbed up and down her shoulder sweetly.

"Because I love you"

I just re-read your "I join you here" story, where Anna says she doesn't know what year she was born, nor what planes are. I think it would be funny to send her to a trial with a lot of technology. Like Lerrys Hospital.

Meg is taken there too, finds her staring at all the TVs and machienary.

"The trial has started you know" Meg says with a raised brow and a smile.

Anna regards her with a soft "Hm" staring up at the different TVs on display.

"These are noisy, I hate them. What are they?"

And so we have a cute fluff trip of Meg teaching Anna different things. Maybe they even find out what year she's born.

Aw that would be so cute! I’ll add this to my list of prompts. I love the idea of Anna finding out when she was born, or at least narrowing down a time period. I think her getting context of the world around her growing up would be super interesting considering how isolated she was.

But for now, have a drabble! (also posted to ao3)

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“The trial has started, you know,” a voice says from behind Anna as she stares into a box glowing with a harsh white static. It balances precariously atop the steel bars of a cot. She used to wonder about the strange things she’d see in the trials. At first it was rather jarring, the new sounds a bit overwhelming, but they’ve all faded to the background.

Today though, Anna had spawned in right below this box. Her eyes became trained on it — not like how a predator narrows in on a prey, more mesmerized.

She hears Meg walk up beside her and Anna finally acknowledges her with a soft hum.

“Kids these days are addicted to TVs,” Meg says, shaking her head, her tone indicating sarcasm — which Anna had become familiar with — but the joke is lost on her.

Looking down at her partner, Anna quirks her eyebrows. “What does that mean?”

“Just a stupid thing old people say,” she responds with a shrug. “From my time.”

At that, Anna goes silent. She’s normally quiet but she knows Meg can sense her shift in demeanor.

“What’s up?”

An interesting phrase. Another one Anna has needed to get used to after hearing it from Meg so many times. What is up is the deteriorating gray ceiling.

“You know your time. I do not know mine.”

They stand quietly together for a moment, both still watching the TV, as Meg called it.

“I’ve got an idea,” Meg says after a while and takes Anna’s hand, dragging her through the maze of rooms toward the center of the building. They enter the room with a desk and tall shelves of books.

“We can start here.”

“You want to read the books?”

“We can narrow it down. Maybe find something on Russian history,” Meg says. “Honestly, it’s going to take a long time. We might not even find the answers here, but I think we can do it. Eventually.”

Anna takes in the towers of books around them, dark in the dim, flickering lights. It will take ages to look through all of these. And there are many more places with books in the Entity’s Realm, if the answer is not here. But Meg stands confidently, hands on hips and a determined smile on her lips that Anna loves.

It will take time, but time is all they have. And time spent with her little fox is all she could ask for.

[muttkaa]

Me: (on a phone call with mom)

Mom: When are you gonna give me grandkids?? You're my oldest!

Me: I don't think you know how this works

Mom: I mean AFTER you're done being gay

Me: I DON'T THINK YOU KNOW HOW THIS WORKS

[muttkaa]

Two characters, mostly from the same gender: *hate each other, always argue, say stuff like "I can't stand you anymore"*

Me: so... when are you two going to kiss I've done my waiting.

[muttkaa]

Friend: dude are you gay

Me: (covered in rainbow in june) what gave it away

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH BABIES

[muttkaa]

Sometimes I ask myself things as if they matter. I ask myself if this world is real or fake. The past experiences and the story like events of our lives. Sometimes I wonder whether the people I talk to are real or fake.

Are you a character in a story of my monotonous life?

I read back on past words and conversations as if they never existed in the first place. As if I'm looking back at two completely different people. And not myself. Sometimes I wonder if others miss the past the way I do too.

It's funny that I can go back to the same exact place where colors were so vibrant. And sounds were so musical. Yet visiting it again, the colors and sounds are still there. They echo and ripple like wounds of time, freely standing for all to see, yet only I feel the pain.

Sometimes I wonder if you feel the same. But my mind is fill with anger and resentment. I can feel a hole in my chest that no amount of cigars or liquor can fill.

Sometimes I wonder. If in the back of your mind. You feel me too.

But all I want to do is bite.

[muttkaa]

I crave violence, Alexander

[muttkaa]

Someone: you're gay?

Me: ye

Someone: oh wow

Me: yeah so anyway-

Someone: I had no idea

Me: right, so like I was saying-

Someone: you know I have a lot of gay friends

Me:

Someone: some would even say I'm friends with all the gays. It's like I attract them!

Me: not with this one, you dont

[muttkaa]

Honestly, when am I gonna get my girl cheerleader x girl cheerleader relationship. Or my guy football player x guy football player? Do I have to make it myself?

You are the chosen one, please make these

[muttkaa]

[muttkaa]

[muttkaa]

Hello 😊 i love your blog! How old are you? Where do you live?

Hey there. Thank you! Going to try and maybe revitalize this old account.

And we can start off by saying I'm something years old living somewhere.

[muttkaa]

sometimes, when i think my mum would love me even if im gay, i think back to the time when she smashed my head against a glass table because she saw my lgbt scrapbook. any ideas for me to try and help her see gays aren’t as haram as she sees them? thanks x

Some people cannot change the way they think and you shouldn't put a lot of mental energy behind it.

I had made an instagram account so that they couldn't find it and yet they were still snooping around for me on any platform to tell me "Delete your photos you can't be shoving it in your family's face. What would they say?"

I'm 23 and I moved out a year ago.

Maybe time and space will be what it takes for her to absorb things and realize that her love for you should outweigh judgement over something that is really okay. But keep in mind that building a good relationship takes effort from both sides. Dont bleed yourself dry for a person if they aren't reciprocating in any way. It's toxic to yourself, otherwise. It's very kind of you to want to strive to have a good relationship with your mother, but don't kill yourself over it, either.