#idv anne x reader

[acosmicblizzard]

IDV request head canons on how Annie,Ganji,Victor, and Aesop would react to the death of a loved one

Hello there! Hope you enjoy and I'm very sorry for the long wait!

Annie, Ganji, Victor, & Aesop reacting to the death of a loved one

Warnings: Mentions and descriptions of death, mentions of embalming, mentions of not eating

Story type: Angst, No comfort, Gender neutral reader.

Characters/Pairings: Aesop Carl, Victor Grantz, Anne Lester, Ganji Gupta.

Aesop

Aesop remains silent with a deadpan facial expression on, but inside, his heart is aching. He knew this could and would eventually happen, death eventually claims everyone. So why? Why does it hurt so much? Why is he in so much pain at this?

Would personally request to be the one to embalm the loved one. He wants to be one of the last people to be able to see them even in death, wants to be able to hold their hand one last time even with how cold it is. No matter if the loved one is family, significant other, or just someone very close to him.

In public, Aesop remains proper and seemingly unemotional to the person's death. But inside his heart aches with the duality of the numbness to death and the pain of losing someone important.

He can and will force his way through being the one to embalm you, no matter if he has to do unethical actions or not, he'll be the one to do it with 0 objections.

When it comes to the funeral he would definitely attend, but never show any emotion during the ceremony. He would only stare blanklessly at the coffin you're resting in. At the end of the ceremony though when he's all alone, the tears will start falling.

Anne

"..Oh... I-I see.." Anne would softly and silently mutter out. "Thank you for telling me, please.. give me a moment." Afterwards she would lock herself in her room and sob for hours on end. She already lost her mother, had her heart broken by her fiance, was betrayed by her father, and now she loses another person that was important to her.

She would close down her toy shop for a few days, sitting in the solitude of her home and refusing to go outside. The only thing keeping her almost breaking sanity from cracking was her toys.

She would spend hours upon hours talking to her toys, her voice shakey and breaking as she chatted with them. "They're not dead.. they're not dead.. they're not.." she would brokenly mutter, in complete denial of the situation.

Due to this, she also neglects her own health. Not eating due to her solitude with took a toll on both her mental and physical health.

It won't be until she feels like starving and feels absolutely physically horrible she comes out of her solitude for once and slowly starts recovering from the mental anguish she's gone through. Even though, she'll continued to mourn and long for you for the rest of her life.

Victor

With a smile plastered on victors face he would write responses to the person who shared the news with you. The written response seeming calm and composed along with the smile plastered on his face. After Victor thanks the person who send him the news and they leave, small muffled whimpers come from his stitched mouth and tears start to form In his eyes.

Due to his nature of working for the mafia as a postman and the one who makes sure communication between it is solid, he's constantly running from place to place. Your death, making it hard to have the energy to run everywhere and deliver letters and supplies.

His impulsiveness of opening and checking every letter or package he's meant to deliver gets worse after you passing, as he'll desperately search for someone who echos his pain in the letters.

Wick can sense victors sadness and pain the whole time, the pain constantly eating away at his owners heart. The dog will try it's best to comfort Victor but to no avail, it doesn't work.

The whole time, Victor continues putting up this facade of happiness with a forced stitched smile. Yet his eyes red and swollen from all the crying and sobbing.

Ganji

Having lived without much friends and most likely poverty in his younger years, a close friendship with Ganji is one he extremely values. When that gets taken away from him though, he's seething with pain and rage.

Though he's a hotshot cricket player and absolutely amazing at it, he feels his motivation to continue training and continue playing starting to slowly dwindle and disappear.

A flurry of mixed emotions keep him up at night as he just sits up in bed and stares aimlessly at the ceiling. Sometimes, going outside In the night and aimlessly hitting cricket balls into the darkness. not caring how many he loss track of.

Ganji most of the time doesn't show his emotions fully other then his anger. Refusing to let the tears that desperately needed to fall drop down from his eyes.

Ganji knows he can't give up on his dream though, death is inevitable and there's nothing you can do about those who have left you. He'll keep heavy memories of laughter, sadness, and pain in his heart as he walks along the path he's chosen.

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[avinwrites]

IDV Ladies and their Love Languages ♡

Alice DeRoss

Alice’s love language is quality time. Time is something she doesn’t have much, and a lot of the time in her life is unpleasant. When she is able to be around someone and not have to worry about work, her past, or anything else but enjoying the time she’s given, she is more than happy. 

-Her favorite things to do include: working on projects with you, sitting and either brushing your hair or having you brush her hair, and listening to music or you talking to her about an interesting subject

-In the manor, the most common place to find her is the Library. No one would be surprised if she eventually ends up reading every book organized on those towering shelves.

-To do something nice for her, offer to let her pick out a few books and read them to her. Sometimes, she gets tired and a little confused, a trait carried through from her childhood, and loves listening to you read so she doesn’t fight with the words on the page.

-However, when she’s feeling good and has plenty of energy, she’s just as happy to read to you, if you wish.

Anne Lester

Anne’s love language is acts of service. When she was younger, she thrived off of words of affirmation, but after being neglected, betrayed, and heartbroken, she’s learned that she can’t take loosely thrown words to heart. When one shows their affections for her, however, she’s all the more likely and happy to reciprocate. While she does thrive off of the praises of others, it means so much more to her if one can both say and show what she means to them. Once she trusts someone, she’s willing to do almost anything. 

-What you can do for her to make her feel loved: After a match, ensure she’s ok and take care when patching her up. Show interest in her toys! She would be ecstatic if you asked to make one with her! You two would come up with the cutest idea, maybe two wooden dolls that come together in an embrace when pushed in such a way. No matter what, even if you messed up, she’d be enamored with you. 

Demi Bourbon

Physical Touch! No way around it. It’s both how she feels the most loved, and how she shows her affection for others. She’s very outgoing and bright and, though she has a strong temperament, she isn’t quick to anger. Instead, she’s boisterous and hearty, dragging people around, giving them a solid hand to the back, or squishing their face with both her hands whenever she’s excited or happy, which is most days. 

-Demi is always happy to have you drag her away to cuddle

-she loves attention from you

-if you were completely fine with public displays of affection, she’d squeeze you as tight as possible then and there, wherever you are. 

-but, she’s also fine with being all over you behind closed doors. 

-When in matches and you happen to be near each other

-she’ll always kiss you, hug you, or hold your hand

-or if you’re containing the hunter and she passes by you to hand you a drink, her hand will linger as long as possible

-as if to say “come on, you got this.” or “I believe in you.” 

Emily Dyer

Word of affirmation is Emily’s love language. She’s very sweet and always tries to see the best in others first. She can be a coward sometimes, and there are certain things that are uncomfortable to her, but when someone says they’re proud of her, or tells her that it's ok to be afraid, and reminds her that she is loved, the world seems like the perfect place to her.

-Emily has a bad habit of getting down on herself and accidentally affecting others with her attitude. She believes that she’s thrown her life away. As she gets older, and doesn’t have that stability she once longed for, her head becomes cloudy.

-She appreciates more than anything when you just take her hands in yours, gently brush your thumbs across the back of her hands and tell her everything’s going to be ok.

-Tell her that everything will work out, that she’s a hard worker and her ambition will pay off

-She’ll instantly perk up, and she’ll absolutely do something sweet for you in return

Emma Woods

Acts of service! Emma has both time and ability aplenty and wishes to put them to good use! If she feels as though she had made a mistake, she’s already making whoever she wronged a nice meal or is offering to take over one of their matches. She seeks out those who she’s bonded with in order to show them the fruits of her labor, whether it be an exuberant bouquet of flowers from her very own garden, or a foldable pop-up card she managed to figure out how to make herself.

-When it comes to being in a relationship with her, you two are practically never apart. 

-If you’re still asleep by the time she wakes up, she’ll gently push open your door and waken you with the utmost tenderness and sincerity. 

-Either that, or she’ll go ahead and eat breakfast, then bring yours up to you if you have still yet to wake.

-In matches, she prioritizes your health over anything else

-If you’re injured, she’ll forget decoding in order to heal you up

-You better bet she’s risking getting hit to dismantle the chair you’re about to be tied to if you’re caught by the hunter. 

-And if she isn’t able to save you in time, or messed something up in a match, she’ll be ready to apologize with a big hug and a sweet treat!

Fiona Gilman

Fiona loves giving and receiving gifts! Despite the fact that she’s not materialistic, like at all, she loves knowing that something reminds someone of her. Her room is filled with trinkets and fun things that signify her relationships with other people. She’s easily attached, but smart about her relationships. 

-It can get difficult for you, sometimes. Fiona will come back with a rock found on some map where she was playing. 

- “Look,” she points excitedly, “This vein of blue reminded me so much of the time you and I…”

-“And these little specks of gold…”

-She’ll explain every meaning she found in this small rock, and you smile, grateful, for the gift.

-But then you have to go back to your room and find a place for it next to the 12 others. 

-It's ok though, she’s just as happy when you do the same.

Helena Adams

Physical touch. How could it not be? Having lost her sight at a young age, she hasn’t been able to see much of the world, but she’s certainly been able to feel it. She loves to feel the curves, calluses, and crevices of one's hands, holding them intently not because she needs to be led, but because she wants to experience.

-After getting comfortable with you as a person. One night, she asked bashfully if she could take your face in her hands

-She spent an hour just running her smooth, small fingers over each minute detail of your features, as if memorizing how you look without even seeing you

-It became her favorite thing to do

-She loves everything that makes your face unique. The shape of your nose, where your forehead becomes your hairline, the shape of your lips, all of it.

-Even though by now she knows what you look like by heart, she still can’t help but putting her hands on your cheeks and peppering kisses over where she loves the most

-only in private, though

-But you can hold her hand any time you want

Margaretha Zelle

Quality time! She believes in choosing what to do with her own life, so choosing to spend time with someone equates to value, since she chose for herself what to do! Margaretha can be absent-minded at times, and is very grateful if someone reminds her to do something, or better yet, helps her out. Cleaning, cooking, playing in matches. It would lighten her load and make her oh so happy if someone were there with her.

-She often wishes that you could be in every match with her.

-She really appreciates it when you volunteer to take someone’s place just to be with her

-Sometimes that's a mistake, though

-If you happen to be near her at the beginning of the match, she place down a music box for speed, and instead of promptly decoding, she’ll grab your hand and pull you into a dance

-A few matches have gone wrong this way

-but that doesn’t stop her from spending time with you

Note: Sorry for not posting anything yesterday, I got home really late and almost immediately fell asleep. The second half of the women of idv will be posted tomorrow. I'll probably make 2 more posts like this after that, two for the men, and let me know if this subject for select hunters sounds appealing! Thank you all for your support! I love you <3

(also, this is not proof-read, I'll probably edit it tomorrow)

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[friendsoup]

Self Care With The Ladies!

Recipe: Helena, Anne, Vera, and Tracy x Reader (all separate), romantic, headcanons, date night, gn!reader, stressed! reader, they/them pronouns used once, reader is called beautiful and gorgeous, reader has make up put on them, cuddles

WC: 639

Chef's Note: I noticed there wasn't a ton of girls in the idv x reader tag!!! That is a tragedy, and something I aim to fix. I wanted to do something simple and self indulgent today! Hope nobody minds ;w;

Helena

Gets annoyed when you attempt to hide how tired you really are. Tells you off for not taking care of your own needs. She seems rather angry, but it comes out of pure concern for you.

Finds a small nook in the manor for the two of you to hide in, unbothered by the rest of the residents. Has you lay down beside her, resting your head on her lap, while she reads to you.

"It says here that y/n is actually the most beautiful person in the world! Fancy that!" You try to argue with her, and she asks you to prove it. You cannot prove it, as you can't read braille. She smiles down at you, feeling as though she's gotten away with something great.

Will read to you until you fall asleep, then she'll simply sit and enjoy your presence.

Anne

Has prepared a new game for the two of you to play!

She's brought some cookies and hot chocolate for the occasion, and has made sure the room is super cozy.

She doesn't outwardly say she knows your stressed, nor does she push you to talk about it. Claims that she's only doing this to have a fun time.

She explains the rules to you as best she can, though she's so excited to play with you that she can't formulate a proper description. Claims that you'll understand more once the two of you begin playing.

The two of you have friendly banter while playing. She jokes about how badly she's going to crush you, and you try to return her energy.

She beats you the first couple of times, and then starts letting you win.

"You're getting really good!" She could demolish you in two rounds

Ends the night drinking the last of your hot chocolate while looking at the stars.

Vera

Notices something off about you immediately. Can sniff out the fact that you're spreading yourself thin effortlessly.

Her solution? A makeover!

She invites you to her room, and gives you the spa treatment

She goes through her skin care routine, all the while complimenting you for how great you look. Recommends all sorts of tricks for taking care of yourself.

Doesn't use too much make up, just highlights your "natural beauty"

Once she's done, she dresses in an outfit she hand picked for you, doing little bits of maintenance to make sure it fits perfectly.

You can hardly recognize yourself in the mirror when she's done. You look better than you ever had before.

The two of you then head to dinner, and she takes great care in showing you off to everyone you pass.

"Don't they look gorgeous? My, you'd think I was dining with a movie star!"

Tracy

The QUEEN of parallel play

The both of you are the same amount of stressed. She's been working on something that hasn't been going great, and the manor has been playing tricks on your mind. She suggests the two of you just do something to relax.

She leans on your shoulder while fidgeting with a puzzle, and you busy yourself with your own hobby.

When she finds herself getting frustrated, she buries herself in your neck, breathes in deeply, and then returns to her game. The first time it startles you, but by the third time you find it comforting.

Eventually, the two of you grow bored with your respective busy work, and decide on getting a snack.

The entire time she's touching you. Holding your hand, leaning on you, or resting her head on your shoulder. She loves simply basking in your presence.

While eating, the two of you chat about anything and everything. The conversation grows emotional quickly, with the two of you expressing how stressed you've been lately.

"I'm lucky to have you." She means every word

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[bobabees]

Part 1: “Oh! I Think That I Found Myself A Cheerleader!”

A/N: i don’t want to risk losing all my work so KDJKSNS—this will be split into multiple parts for each character i plan to write for! i hope you all like it!!

Summary: it’s been a month since the arrival of the cheerleader, and there have been a flurry of emotions and discussions amongst the other survivors ever since. the cheerleader, despite their quite deadly circumstances, tries to adjust into this new environment and to cheer and support their fellow survivors to the best of their ability!

CW: mentions of gore, might be a little ooc, i’m not sure KEBDNNS o(╥﹏╥)o

Genre: slight angst + fluff

Anne Lester x GN Cheerleader Survivor

Word Count: 2,328 words

“Y/N!—be careful,” Anne had let out a soft laughed as she watched them flinch at the sounds of the cipher before quickly readjusting their stance and narrowing their eyes at the keys, “at the rate you’re going, you’ll get us caught. Remember, don’t rush.” She lightly instructed as her eyes followed the way their fingers reluctantly pressed into the keys, the slow yet harsh clicking against the cipher as the dials turned, the electrical pole that looked over them shook with each movement.

“I’m sorry I just—it can be a lil’ tough sometimes,” They gave a sheepish smile, looking up at Anne who, in response, pointed a gaze back down at the cipher, as if gesturing them to focus. “Tryna get used to ‘em and all,” They huffed a bit, causing the toy merchant to let out another laugh as she tried to decode the cipher with them. “I wanna go fast and get this over with but—I also don’t wanna screw up and make some noise and have Antonio come after us—what a mess that’ll be.” They groaned, their right eye twitched ever so slightly at the memory of him chasing after them earlier. “I barely escaped if it weren’t for Ganji—man, he’s really good with that bat, y’know? I’m pretty sure he’s saved me like—a hundred times! And I’ve only been here for a month!” They exasperated “A month, and I can’t get the hang of this kiting thing-“

“You’ll get used to it, trust me, it’s easier over time.”

“For you!” They blurted out with a grin as they adjusted one of the spinning dials and hit the cipher, “I mean, you’re a complete natural at that, honestly, sometimes I think you’re totally cheating.” They joked lightly as they glanced at the open spaces, checking if Antonio was anywhere near them.

“You flatter me, Y/N,” Anne shook her head in response, her lips twitching upwards in a slightly prideful smile “But I’m not as good as you think, there are others much better at kiting than I,” Her last words faltered when she heard a sharp laugh from them, feeling them nudge their elbow against her arm clumsily as an attempt to focus on both the cipher and her. “Y/N!”

“Oh, don’t be like that! You’re incredible with this stuff—Sure, there’s loads of good kiters n’ all, but between you and me?” They comically leaned their head closer to Anne, an excited whisper slipping through their proud grin, “I’d say you’re one of the best! I mean, come on! Have you seen the way you kite?” They questioned, Anne knitting here eyebrows in response, she never saw it as anything special—what she said was true, at least, she believed it was—there were much better kiters than her.

But before she could even question their words, they continued on with their ramble “The way you move, quickly navigating through each and every path—how you take full advantage of your surroundings—oh, and how you ready your catapult so quickly and launch into the air? And hold yourself up for that long?” They breathed out, stars practically shimmering in their eyes, unable to take notice of the way Anne’s cheeks began to turn a pale pink. “That takes a whole lotta skill, seriously, and you put in a lot of effort in what you do! Anyone can tell! You literally kited the Will Brothers!—the Will Brothers!—for like—15 minutes total!” They nearly shivered at their words, shaking their head at the memory of their first time encountering the Will Brothers, as fascinating as their skills were, which of course they complimented, they would be lying if they said they hadn’t been scared out of their wits. “I mean, how can you not be considered one of the best?” They chortled, their eyes glued on the set of keys instead of the increasingly flustered woman next to them.

It wasn’t until the cipher shook violently for a moment and sparked, did they flinch and finally tore their gaze away from the cipher and taking notice of Anne who had similarly flinched by the sudden spark. “Oh jeez—I’m sorry, I wasn’t-“

“No no, it’s fine—it was my fault, actually,” Anne cleared her throat, cheeks now a rosy pink as she shifted her gaze to one of the openings, catching a glimpse of the abnormally tall hunter glance their direction and begin to make his way. “I think you should go, I’ll finish this one.”

“Are you sure? I-I didn’t say anything wrong, did I?” They stammered slightly, hand reaching out to place a comforting grip on her wrist but had pulled away immediately when Anne’s eyes swiftly took notice of their movements, but soon settled on them, softening at their words. “Anne?”

“No, you didn’t say anything wrong—I just—Antonio’s close,” Anne muttered as she began to decode, finishing up the last few bits, as she said she would. Chuckling the moment they began to whip their head around frantically to see the hunter before tensing the moment they saw him nearing their location. “Please, don’t worry, I’ll be fine. You, on the other hand, need to go off and do another cipher, I believe Emil is decoding just west from here.” Anne recalled.

They fidgeted in place slightly, a nervous smile plastered on their face as they looked back at Antonio, cringing under eerie smile before turning to Anne, who had a more comforting smile. “Well—if you say so! You know way more than me so—“ they fumbled with their words as they gave a more optimistic grin “I mean you can handle yourself just fine, you’re that cool after all! And—well, you’re really experienced—with this stuff!-“ They rambled a bit, somehow sounding as if they were very much reassuring themselves instead of simply complimenting the toy merchant. “Just—holler my name if you need me, okay? I’ve got your back!” They beamed as they placed a hand on her shoulder, a gentle squeeze given as they moved away, “I believe in you!! You got this right in the bag!” They waved before running off quickly. “Take care!”

“I will!” She called out, a flustered grin on her face forming as she popped the ciphered and gave Antonio a challenging glare—she didn’t know what went over her, to challenge a hunter when he was this close—was it because of their encouraging words? Their ramble that came from pure adoration? Either way, she felt a fire in her chest, one that didn’t dim before the presence of the hunter but rather, fuelled her mind and energy as she sprinted off to steer him away from the cipher they had gone to.

-

‘I’m not going to make it!—‘ Anne gritted her teeth, her eyes wincing in pain as stray tears slipped down her cheeks, hair sticking to her forehead that was coated sweat, her hand clutching to her side, feeling the warmth blossom with each step she took, sinking into her clothes and making the side of her corset a much darker shade of red. She could hear the ominous humming and tugging of strings that followed, a sharp noise piercing the tense air as a crimson note formed in front of her, followed by an amused laugh.

Her breathing hitched as she turned a harsh left into the dilapidated church, stumbling in her steps as she heard his shoes clicking quickly behind her. The toy merchant eyeing an unused pallet and made her way to it, a quiet whimper leaving her lips as she had passed through out, ducking to avoid Antonio’s bow before pulling down the pallet in front of him, deterring his movements and making him curse in response. Taking this opportunity, she had quickly wobbled her way to the front left side of the church and vaulting over the window before turning a right.

“The exit gate is opened!” Anne gasped, hearing their voice familiar echo through the air like a melody one would simply hear walking by the sidewalk, a sense of relief knowing they would be able to make it out as she began to make her way towards the exit gate. She could hear Antonio curse under his breath as he struggled to vault over the window with his tall stature before continuing his pursuit.

It felt like an eternity, constantly crisscrossing past the walls and vaults, using the unbroken and unused pallets available, which weren’t many—and having close calls with Antonio’s bow or his music notes. She was nearing exhaustion, the thought of just collapsing and letting him drag her to a rocket chair began to sound much more pleasant as time went on. However—something stopped her as she caught a glimpse of them waiting anxiously by the exit gate through the gaps of the walls.

The moment their eyes had locked into each other, she watched as they hollered her name “Anne!-“

“What are you still doing here?! Go!—We’ll still win!” She choked out as she vaulted once more, her heart beating faster as Antonio’s bow sharply brushed against her forearm, he had missed her by an inch. Frustration bubbling in her chest when she noticed they hadn’t moved from their spot, “Y/N, just go!-“

“I’m not leaving you! I don’t care if we’ll win, it’s not right!” They retorted, restraining themselves from running to her as their right leg quivered under their weight, the clumsily wrapped wound burning as they took a step forward. “Your catapult! You have one left, right?”

“I won’t make it!-“

“You will! I know you will!—please!” They pleaded, their eyes sparkling with the same determination and firmness that shone when they had rambled on about her earlier in the match. “I know you can do it! You can! It’s the last stretch, you can do it! You’re Anne Lester!” They cheered, their throat aching but they had ignored it, too focused on the scene before them with Anne creating some distance. “Come on! You got this! I know you do!”

Anne cursed under her breath, her heart pounding, and it was no longer because of Antonio who trailed behind her, but because of their words. She risked a glance back, seeing him break down a pallet that had been in his way, quickly, she pulled out her catapult and placed it on the ground, preparing it before reluctantly becoming aware of her wound at her side and her increasing exhaustion. Their words echoed in their mind as she took a firm step on her catapult before launching herself in the air, a frustrated ‘no!’ came from Antonio as he stretched bow out, the strings cutting her ankle as she stretched her wooden wings in the air, a quiet cry leaving her as her ankle stung.

The cold air flooding through her wounds and sinking into her as she held an iron grip on the handle, blood staining the soft pastel colours as she watched them cheer loudly. “Yes!—yes yes yes! Go Anne! You can do this! Just a little bit more!” They hollered, a weak smile gracing her face as she slowly glided over the walls. Maybe she was going to make it—she was close—so close—she felt her fingers slipping from the handle gradually, panicked eyes glancing at what was happening before looking back at them, who similarly began to realise what was about to happen. “J-Just hang on a bit longer! I know you can!—just—“ They stopped, seeing the oncoming musical note before moving quickly to their right, hissing at the burning sensation on their leg.

“Y/N, just go!-“

“No! I’m waiting for you! Now, come on!” They yelled back, hearing Antonio grow closer, anxiously glancing at both the hunter and Anne, who was thankfully closer to the ground. Just a bit more!—Just a few more seconds! They could hear the laboured gasps from Anne—until finally, her hands had given in to the weight and pressure and had let go of the handle.

“Anne!-“ They shrieked before rushing over, stretching their arms and ignoring the pain as they caught Anne in their arms. Stumbling back, their body threatening to give in and let them fall due to the sudden weight thrown on them, their leg screaming a bright red as their shoes dug into the dirt. “You’re okay! You did it—!!“ they blurted out as their arms tightened around her waist, feeling her frame lean against them heavily as she groaned in response. They forced themselves through the pain, adjusting their grip on Anne quickly to carry her in a bridal style before running to the exit gate, sparing a glance back at Antonio who was startled by the wooden wings that collapsed in front of him and felt the wind blow it in his direction, watching him swat it away harshly in annoyance.

“Good match, Antonio! See you later!” Normally, they would have given a more sincere compliment to Antonio by now before leaving the match, just like they had done with the previous hunters—but their attention was more onto Anne, who struggled to stay awake. They unconsciously held her tighter as they let out a heave, “You did amazing—seriously! I’m so proud of you—I told you, you’re one of the best!—“ they blurted out, attempting to distract Anne from her pain before feeling Anne’s arm weakly pat their shoulder. “It’s okay! We—We’ll go to Emily and have you patched up, okay? I got you—I got your back-“

The gesture, which was mistaken as a sign to hurry up, was filled with nothing but gratefulness and returning adoration to the cheerleader, an exhausted yet jubilant smile formed on her lips as she found herself slowly agreeing to their words of praise.

Maybe she was one of the best, after all.

#anne lester #idv anne #identity v x reader #identity v #idv x reader #gender neutral x reader #anne lester idv #the toy merchant #idv toy merchant #idv toy merchant x reader

[yourantag]

Sweetest Thing (Royal!Anne×Baker!Reader)

AN: This started as a Xiao fluff fic, then an angst one after a friend said I couldn't be evil, but somehow ended up turning into an Anne fluff fic. It was also only supposed to be 1.5k words at most though, that didn't happen either. Writing really is an experience. Also sorry about your divorce omw to fight Vin/hj Word count: 2.3k words Summary: Princess Anne tries to bake you cookies after seeing you feeling down. It doesn't go well.

Anne awkwardly looks at the pile of ominous mush in the pan. It smells faintly of charcoal, smoke, and regrets. It honestly smelled better than it looked, considering it looked like an abomination of nature and a war crime to all of Oletus Kingdom.

'Perhaps... I'm not suited for things like baking.' Anne thought, letting an embarrassed smile form upon her lips. She put down the tray and took off the oven mitts. Although she wasn't surprised, she couldn't help but be disappointed nonetheless.

For the longest time, the bakers of the Lester Royal Family were your ancestors. Raised to serve the country's sovereign, you were well known throughout the entire kingdom and beyond for your baking skills. You were called a genius, a prodigy, practically born to be a Royal Baker, which wouldn't necessarily be incorrect.

However, Anne could never accept that. Before you could be properly trained to become a Royal Baker, you were her playmate. While her parents wanted her to hang out with nobility, Anne had found herself drawn to you. Perhaps it was the ever lingering scent of baked goods on you, or the fact that you'd sneak her treats when she wasn't supposed to have any.

Regardless, she saw you as a friend first and foremost. You weren't the Royal Baker, her servant, or anything else like that. Anne would never let those titles define who you are as a person, not when she had gotten to know who you are before those titles were stuck upon you. Even now, when you two are older, when things are more complicated than they were before, she can't see you as anything less than, well, you.

She had seen you looking rather upset; so as any good friend would do, she tried to cheer you up. Anne's plan was simple: make you cookies. It would be especially meaningful if she made it herself, so she shooed off the worried servants from the extra kitchen and got ready.

It couldn't be that hard, right? She wasn't expecting them to be perfect or anything, just decent, or at least edible. With a cookbook and some of the best ingredients in the kingdom, it was basically impossible for Anne to fail!

She was severely mistaken.

Baking was far harder than the princess had anticipated. It required precision, practice, time management, multitasking, and so much more. It was honestly overwhelming. There was seemingly so much time to do this and that, but then, in the blink of an eye, something was burning.

Sulking a bit, Anne glanced sullenly at the flour dusted pages of the cookbook. It sat there innocently, as if it hadn't misled her. The picture of the perfect finished product taunted her in all its glory, looking scrumptious.

Her stomach growled, to which she let out a groan immediately afterward. It had been a rough few hours, and she hadn't gotten around to eating. She'd strictly informed the servants not to enter until she came out. Respecting her orders, they didn't come in at all, even just to inform her that it was lunchtime. Perhaps they had said it outside the door, but she just hadn't heard.

Either way, Anne was hungry, tired, and a bit let down. Thus, she sluggishly started to clean up the mess she had made, carefully tossing dirty bowls and spatulas into the sink. She quickly wiped the counter with a wet rag before washing her hands, humming faintly.

Turning around, she faced her little atrocities. She honestly didn't know what to do with them. It felt like a waste to throw away, but these were most definitely anything but edible. It could probably be used as a poison, if you can even convince someone to try it.

Anne prepared to throw away the results of her hours of effort, a bruised ego her only other prize, when the door opened. Surprised, she set down the tray immediately to see who it was.

There you stood, looking vaguely concerned as you stepped into the kitchen. The door clicked shut behind you like the final strike of a clock, declaring the end of her life.

'Oh God why.'

Her face flushed red as she fully turned around to hide the tray behind her body. Anne knew very well you'd likely have seen it coming in, but she still tried to conceal her humiliating attempt at cookies.

Trying to seem calm, she plastered a strained smile to her face and observed you. You weren't in your work clothes, dressed more for an outing, if anything. It reminded her that she had invited you to come try her cookies around this time since it was your day off.

Anne of the past had believed she would've made good cookies by now.

Ha. Haha.

Past Anne was dreadfully wrong, and she couldn't curse herself enough for her arrogance.

"Anne? Are you alright? I came as you asked but uh... you seem busy." You slowly walk towards her, watching as immediately her smile drops and she panics. You pause as she rips a tray off the counter and tries to shove the entire thing in a trash can. She fails, as instead of dumping it in sideways, she threw it down flat.

The tray clangs loudly against the rim of the trash can, echoing in the kitchen. The charred... whatever it is, jumps up and down a few times, adding a few crispy crackles and wet splats to the odd symphony of noise.

If Anne's face could turn any redder, it would.

You stare at Anne, bewildered. The usually sweet and composed princess was no more, reduced to nothing but a bumbling mess. She looked like she would want nothing more than for the Earth to swallow her whole.

"...are you alright?" You ask again, genuinely worried that Anne was going half catatonic on you. She had stopped floundering by now, elegantly folding her hands in front of her. She stared at the floor as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

"...yes. I'm perfectly fine." Her voice cracked, but she pretended that didn't happen. In fact, Anne was trying to forget everything that had happened in the past few minutes. She didn't want to think about it.

You squint your eyes at her before turning to get a better look at the tray she so desperately wanted to keep away from you. Initially, Anne tries to hide it, but after carefully moving her aside, you see it all.

The burnt, dry, yet somehow also wet mush on the tray is somewhat of a familiar sight to you. It reminds you of when you were younger, when you were just an apprentice baker, if you could even be called that. Many failed attempts were made those days, but it was necessary for you to become the baker you are today. It felt nostalgic.

Turning to the cookbook nearby, you read the description. Your brows raise in surprise before you face Anne once more. She looks ready to sprint out the room, noble etiquette be damned.

Seeing her flustered like this was rare and precious, but you knew you shouldn't tease. From the few clues around the kitchen, as well as the fact that you'd been invited at this time, you could piece together what had happened.

Silently, you pull out a sandwich from the picnic basket you'd been lugging with you. You pass it to Anne, watching her stare at you in confusion. She quickly gives up on finding answers, preferring to eat first rather than asking questions.

Gently placing the picnic basket on the counter, you continue to take out the packed dishes and drinks. You pour a glass of lemonade before sending it Anne's way, watching as she quickly takes it with a curt "thank you." You could understand now why the servants had seemed so relieved to see you.

The kitchen servants had asked you to bring food to the princess while you were visiting, worried beyond belief but unable to defy her orders. Her command that no one could enter the kitchen lest she exit was a bit unreasonable, but they didn't dare disobey her. They could only await her exit anxiously before you came, concerned for her health.

"...I was trying to make cookies for you." She starts, having finished her meal. You hum in response, taking a sip of your drink. "It didn't turn out well, as you can see."

It certainly didn't.

You glance at the dirty dishes in the sink, then remember how her attempt had looked. It was... evidently not her specialty, making sweets, but that was no fault of hers. Anne had never baked in her life.

Most people didn't realize how much effort it took, and didn't bother trying, daunted by the idea of doing something new. Yet, Anne tried. She was brave enough to try regardless of the likelihood of failure. That was still something to be proud of.

"I noticed you'd been feeling a bit down these days, so I wanted to cheer you up. Your cookies always cheer me up, so I thought I could make my own to do the same for you." She rattled on, pouting slightly. She was truly hoping to impress you, or at least be able to give you something so that you would smile.

You stare at her in surprise. It wasn't every day that someone tried to make you baked treats, much less a literal princess. People typically thought that since you were a baker, you could just make stuff for yourself and wouldn't care about receiving them. They aren't wrong. You can always make your own goods, but it'd still be nice to receive some. However, you understood that at the same time, you'd have to have a lot of courage to give a Royal Baker baked treats.

"Well, do you want to make cookies together, then?" You ask, smiling gently at Anne. She looks at you in surprise, then joy. Her face lights up as she enthusiastically shouts, "Yes!"

So, after chatting a bit more, the two of you clean up the counter to get ready to bake. You pull flour, sugar, and other ingredients from the shelves, flitting from place to place. Anne watches, having set the washed bowls, whisks, and spatulas on the counter.

As you instruct her to mix together ingredients while you preheat the oven, she can't help but admire you. You quickly preheat the oven, set a timer, and then start chopping chocolate bars on a cutting board in a single rotation. Your movements are quick and efficient, elegant in their own right.

"Your cookies were rather, er, wet but burnt at the same time. I'm guessing you probably used too much butter and sugar." You noted, swiftly sliding the chopped chocolate off the cutting board and into a bowl. Anne hums a confirmation, starting to pull the dough out of its bowl and kneading it on the counter.

"It was really dry, so I thought I should add some butter since they said to be careful with the amount of milk we used. I added more sugar since I thought that it'd taste better if it's sweeter. After all, there's a lot of dark chocolate in here." You look at the cookbook, realizing she's right. Although she went about it incorrectly, Anne's line of thought was perfectly reasonable.

"If you want it to be sweeter, we can substitute some of the dark chocolate for milk chocolate. As for the dryness, that's temporary. It might seem like nothing is changing, but just keep kneading." You never explicitly say that the way she did things was wrong, only offering the correct solution. She appreciated that you didn't scold her or say aloud her mistakes.

You were always conscientious, making sure to be firm but not harsh, respectful, but not distant. Despite the fact that you were well aware she was a princess, you always treated her as a friend when alone.

Anne didn't want to lose you due to things like birth rights and the like. To be perfectly honest, her role as a princess was more a chain that held her back than a key that unlocked opportunities for her.

If there was one thing she wished for more than anything, it would be to have you by her side forever. Her title wouldn't help her with that, only getting in the way if anything.

Still, she was willing to fight for the chance to be with you, to see you smile, to see you laugh, to see you sneakily offer her another treat that you knew she wasn't allowed to have.

She would do everything in her power to be with you, because to Anne, you were sweeter than any treat you could make.

"And... done."

You wipe the sweat off your forehead, turning to look at Anne. You're both dusted in flour and a bit disheveled. Yet, you don't think you've ever felt as happy as you have at this moment.

"We're done!" She cheers, looking at the finished cookies with pride. With your teamwork, the two of you managed to make them perfectly, a few adjustments made to suit your preferences. They were cooled and dusted in sea salt, the rich scent of chocolate filling the room.

Your gaze softens at how Anne jumps up and down in exhilaration. It had been a bit difficult, but it was fun working with her to bake cookies. It was silly, it was loose, and it was just you two being you.

Carefully, you place the cookies onto a plate, watching Anne place two cups of milk on the counter. You take one cup to your side as you place the plate between you two, glancing up at her with a smile.

As the setting sun caresses your skin and embraces Anne, the two of you eat your cookies. The undertones of coffee and dark chocolate are a bit bitter, but the sweetness of the milk chocolate matches it perfectly. Just as such, through the bitterness of failure, the sweetness of your smile made Anne feel as if this day was a success. She hopes you'll bake with her again.

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@xiaosmary

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[daintydreamsy]

Hello! May I request a polyamorous ganji and annie with an s/o who gets ill easily? Thank you for your time (side note: why does nearly every hunter and survivor own my heart?)

to answer ur question, it's becos netease makes them stupidly lovable (✯ᴗ✯)

annie and ganji with an ill s/o

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• ganji blatantly refuses to let you go into matches on leo's memory. if you end up going, and catching a cold, he blames himself greatly.

• annie, on the other hand, tries to prepare you for matches. she'll knit you a sweater by hand, and a scarf. she always makes sure you have something warm to wear.

• the two of them worry in different ways, and both are quick to take care of you when you're sick.

• annie offers to cook you your favorite food, and brings you small trinkets she think might distract you from your illness.

• ganji tries to keep you exercised, so you'll feel better quicker.

• offering to take walks with you and annie, even if it's just around your room.

• if you're not feeling up for really anything, they'll gladly cuddle with you until you feel ready for something.

• even if he always wants to be the big spoon, sometimes annie will cut in and hold you both tightly.

• she smells like vanilla cookies, and when she spoons you and ganji, and it's the only thing you can smell.

• when you finally recover from your ailment, both of your lovers are on their heels trying to keep you safe.

• from taking unnecessary hits, to throwing you flare guns and syringes. they're making sure you're never chaired.

• until you finally convince the two of them that you're fine, and not sick anymore, they're going to keep making sacrifices to make sure you get out okay.

• like that one time, when annie kept on throwing syringes and perfumes at you even though vera clearly needed them more.

• or that one time ganji abandoned saving emily to go heal you.

• yeah... you might want to get them to stop, before your teammates think they're purposefully throwing.

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[euryd-ce]

Can you do identity v yandre Ann oneshot X innocent reader

❁ UNCANNY RESEMBLANCE

PAIRING: Yandere! Ann x Innocent! GN! Reader

CW: Delusional Mindsets, Implied Stalking, Kidnapping, Violence

NOTE: Not proofread, mildly OOC(?), I doubt I portrayed innocence very well, and I'm sorry for that.

Also I was supposed to finish this way earlier but I got sick, sorry about that ☠️

You were the last survivor alive. Ada and Emil had long been sent back to the manor after their desperate attempts to protect each other while Kreacher had just been placed in a rocket chair.

At this point of the match, you normally would have looked for the dungeon, or perhaps be fortunate enough to begin opening a gate. But you were neither of those as everyone seemed to be spelling this match's doom before the first and only machine managed to pop. Hence, you had no choice but to aimlessly run around the Red Church in hopes that the hunter wouldn't get a hold of you. However, your prayers were cut short as you suddenly felt your heart race, its beating drowning out any other sound you could possibly hear — she found you.

But you were frozen in place, too afraid to move and too afraid to even try, not that doing so would benefit you somehow. At most, you'd survive for another forty seconds, but what good would that do if you had nowhere to escape? You slowly turned around and knelt as your legs were shaking, bowing in front of the disciple and begging to be spared as a desperate attempt to be let off gently.

You couldn't even look up at the woman you were talking to. Your eyes rested on your hands that rested on the rough soil you had been kneeling on. "I-if, that'd be alright with- with you of course..." You stuttered and trailed off as sweat from your nervousness fell on the back of your hands.

Ann thought you looked pitiful.

This was probably your first match against her for all she knew. After all, she wasn't one to frequently attend such games. Upon seeing you beg for mercy, she wondered what a poor soul like you could be doing in this manor, what potentially sick desire could lead you to accept a deadly and mysterious invitation to the games. She almost felt bad for you, and even considered sparing you — just as you asked — but something about you bothered her.

Your uncanny resemblance to a figure from her past made her hesitate for a little bit. They were now nothing but a fond memory, the only one who made an effort to see her for someone past the 'one who bore the devil's eyes'. She wondered if you were that same person, or if you were perhaps their blood relative — though in all honesty, she'd like to believe it was the former.

Throughout the entire time after you had asked her to spare you, Ann had remained silent — it was nerve-wracking. You felt like a lab rat being experimented on and observed by several scientists, a defective one that would ultimately yield no useful results. You didn't even know if she was looking at you, really, but it definitely felt like she was. You took a deep breath and slowly looked up from the ground that you had been staring intently at, but before you could utter a word, she had vanished and you were permitted to go out through the gates — she spared you.

You made your way back to the survivor's side of the manor, confused but nevertheless grateful for the hunter's decision. However, the feeling of being watched never left you alone, and the little sounds of crunching leaves from behind you didn't help. Reluctantly, you turned around and braced yourself for death or nothing, only to find that a little black cat had been following you. It looked similar to Ann's, but it was smaller and somewhat less intimidating. Overall, it looked much friendlier than the feline that the disciple carried around.

You knelt down and pat its head softly, and it responded with a little purr. "Are you lost...?" You tilted your head, not expecting an answer.

In response to your question, the cat jumped into your arms and snuggled into you. It was a little heavy, but not so much that you couldn't carry it. In a manor that practically screamed mystery and danger around and about, taking the strange kitten with you was probably a terrible decision that you'd regret in the future — perhaps when it's far too late for you to look back and think about what you could have done. But who could blame you? You weren't going to leave the little cat alone in the woods were you?

Many of your fellow survivors gathered around you at the sight of the cat, but it seemed as though the cat wasn't fond of their presence. Some of the unfortunate few such as Lucky, whose title seemed quite contradictory to the situation, got too close to the cat and experienced the not-so-pleasurable feeling of getting scratched right in the face.

"Y-Ouchh!" Lucky yelled while covering his now bloodstained cheek. After apologizing profusely, you quickly moved away from the little crowd and scolded the cat. "Hey! Don't do that, they're friends!"

The cat only tilted its head, seemingly ignoring you and suddenly reverting back to a friendlier state. You could only sigh, knowing that the little cat would probably continue with its aggressiveness toward the others. It's not like it would understand you. 'Maybe that’s just the way cats are', you thought, not knowing what truly hid behind the eyes of your furry companion.

It turned out to be more brutal than you had anticipated. What you initially believed was playful jealousy became a much more concerning issue — it seemed to be isolating you from everyone else, even hunters, in a rather violent manner. Its poor victims would run away with scars far worse than any hunter could possibly commit, and you'd often leave matches unscratched because of the little monster. Worst of all many of the people you were once close to began to keep their distance.

If anything, you started to believe that this cat had a complex mind of its own, that it had its own complicated train of thoughts, ideas, and emotions. "No, that's quite the ridiculous thought now isn't it..." You muttered to yourself and turned to the cat, "You really are just a cat, aren't you?"

The cat only tilted its head, turned around and started tapping on the door as if to say that it wanted to go somewhere. You let out a rather distressed sigh and began to follow it to who-knows-where, with it occasionally looking back at you to see if you were still following it. Eventually, you found yourself in the hunter's side of the manor — a place you'd often avoid after getting lost in its significantly larger and gloomier hallways. It was awfully quiet. Unlike the survivor's side, there weren't any hunters bustling about, which made sense given that there weren't as much of them as there were survivors; however, you found it rather unsettling anyway.

'Does it... know where its going?' you wondered as worry began to build up inside of you.

'Surely, one of the hunters will be nice enough to try to lead us out...' You thought, but you were cut off when you bumped into a much taller figure — it was Ann.

"Ah-! I'm so sorry... You're..." You trailed off, tapping your head and trying to remember where you had seen her, "Ann, right? You were the one who spared me after I... Begged you to..." You embarrassedly looked down after remembering.

A moment of complete silence followed before Ann raised a question, "Why... Are you here?"

"Well, it's a strange story, really," you nervously laughed while scratching the back of your head. "But I was following what everyone seems to know as my monster cat, and I wound up here." You sighed, but suddenly gasped in surprise when you realized that your cat was no longer with you.

Ann seemed just as confused as you, unaware that you were even following something before her own cat jumped into her arm. Upon realizing what had happened, the look of surprise disappeared and was replaced by shame.

"I think... I know what might have happened," Ann said before explaining that the cat you had been following was actually her's, and that it had taken a slightly different form around you.

"Ahh... Well..." Your voice got smaller as you looked around you, realizing that you were once again lost in this unfamiliar area. "I guess I'm lost again... Could you... please help me out again?" You asked her again, worried that you had irritated her during your last match against her.

Ann contemplated before stretching out her hand for you to hold and follow her. The walk seemed to take far longer than you remember it being, but you wanted to believe that it was probably because you were walking slightly slower. Though the unsettling feeling that followed you didn't dissipate, not when Ann seemed to be asking you strange questions that made you question certain details in the conversation you had earlier.

"Do you... not recognize me...?" Ann asked, not looking back but continuosly moving forward.

"I... I don't... I really don't..." You felt bad, felt as if you really were missing something, as if a part of your memory had just vanished completely.

As you two continued walking empty hallway after empty hallway, she raised the question again, "Do you really not... remember me?" Ann asked, wanting to make sure that you weren't in fact that same person from her past and wondering why fate led you to her.

"I-" the grip she had on your hand only tightened, effectively cutting you off before you could, inevitably, give her the same response as before.

It was only at that point when the things you thought were strange started to evolve into terrifying. You didnt know the layout of the hunter's side, you didnt know if she was taking you to the exit, or if she was taking you somewhere else entirely. The possible inconsistencies about her cat only were only made evident now, when it had become far too late for you to point out.

"Where is everyone?" You asked, but received no answer, and the woman continued leading- no, dragging you along with her.

"You're scaring me, Ann," you tried to warn.

"Wh-where are you taking me?!" You struggled to take back your hand. "Why arent you answering me?!"

Ann abruptly stopped walking. "God brought you here... to me... for a reason..." Ann said, seemingly in a trance. "You... You dont remember me now, but... surely you must be... you must be them..."

You looked perplexed. "T-them...? What do you mean... I... I haven't even seen-"

"You don't remember yet... but you will... He must have brought you here... to me... for a reason..." Ann said before looking directly into your eyes. "So don't try and run... don't run from what has already been set in stone..."

You were paralyzed from fear. Her cat had probably played a crucial role in this — ensuring that no one would come to rescue you, assuming that it'd be out to have its revenge on anyone who tried.

"You're where... He wants you to be... Where I want you to be..." Ann continued.

"And I'm not letting you or anyone get in the way of his... his promise..."

She should have let go, let it be — but she couldn't help the memories that came flooding back when she had found you, or perhaps the person she thought you were once more. And most of all, she couldn't help herself — from keeping you close, never to leave her sight and never to be apart after all she's been through.

There is absolutely no beauty in holding onto something that one is supposed to let go of, but with her hands frozen in place, clutching the threads of her past, was letting go even a choice?

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[oletusfragments]

🎁 A gift from J.B: it’s a cute white box with a pink ribbon, it seems the ribbon has a bit of glitter to make it nicer! Inside the box are little mini heart cakes with a small bunny plush inside! It seems to be hand made with love and care, it has soft fur and is scented like strawberries

For a female survivor

Anne Lester has received your gift! 🔔

The gift giver but never the receiver. As a toy merchant, the sight of toys always gives Anne a sense of joy. Those adorable things aren't just for childish entertainment. It also provides someone leisure. To ease their nerves and momentarily fade away the stress of life. Comfort.

Just like the emotion she felt when she opened your gift and found the cute bunny plush inside.

She immediately, but gently, took it out of the box. Caressing it, and admiring the whole of it. It touched her heart even more when her eyes catched the spots in the plush that was the proof of your hard work. The proof that you made it with own hands.

Not by a machine, or a worker that mindlessly creates toys with no regard of feelings but only for business, no. It was made with your heart and care.

Anne brought the stuffed bunny to her chest and hugged it fondly. Closing her eyes, inhaling the sweet scent it gives off. She promises that she will take good care of this little bunny and cherish it forever.

But of course, the little cakes didn't go unnoticed for her too. Anne gladly indulged herself in your lovely pastries. Despite not wanting to consume them since they were too pretty to eat.

— You've received a letter!

Dear J.B,

Are you sure you want to give this to me? Thank you. It's a really adorable plush! It reminds me of another one I had back in my childhood. My father stripped it away from me as I became a young adolescent. No matter how I plead for him to give it back to me, he said that I was already too old for toys. He must've thrown it away since I never saw it around the house again even as I tried finding it.

Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to ramble about something so glum. Your gift just gave me a lot of nostalgia. That plush I had was one of the things I had that provided me with a lot of comfort. The same solace this bunny gives me. Even more so, since I can feel the care you've put into making it. And it smells good too!

I'll be spending time with this bunny while I indulge myself with the cakes it came with. I will savour each moment with your gifts and I will take good care of this plush! Thank you again, really. I can't thank you enough for making me happy.

With love,

Anne Lester

a stuffed toy that matches the bunny you sent was delivered with the letter.

I'm so sorry this took long ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽

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[genshin-hours]

Could I ask for some relationship headcanons with Ann 🥺 I feel like I’m her only simp so some food would be nice (no pressure though and thank you!)

ann relationship hcs (gn reader)

hello dear! so sorry it took me so long to get to these asks! I'm going to try to write more, and ty for requesting and being patient <3 I hope these are good and you enjoy them, lovely

so, first and foremost, it would probably take a while to court ann or even get her to consider a relationship tbh

she likes and admires you of course, but she doesn't want to risk being hurt

despite her cold exterior, she is secretly very fragile inside and has a sensitive heart

when you tell ann you think she's pretty, bring her flowers, books, etc she gets super flustered

especially if it's something she mentioned she liked (for example a certain book or type of tea, maybe even a flower or dessert.) she's surprised you remember little details about her

once you two finally start dating, ann is super shy and conservative about it. she only tells her very close friends!!

not because she doesn't want to tell people, but because she is very quiet about her relationships (platonic or romantic tbh) and she spends a lot of time alone

ann loves reading, and if you do too, she's delighted to spend time reading with you in her private quarters

if you enjoy being read to, though, she might offer to read to you while you sit by her. once she is comfy, she will let you lay by her and share a blanket or even rest your head on her lap

when she thinks you're asleep, she will run her fingers through your hair gently or hum a bit

her cats like you too. even if you're not a cat person, they seem to be pretty chill with you

if you are a cat person, ann will be even more delighted! she thinks cats are just wonderful, and if she sees her cats cuddled up with you, her heart melts. it lets her know you have a good heart/pure intentions

she is very shy about pda. the most you'll get from her is a quick, chaste embrace before/after a match

if you ever get her something like matching jewelry, she will never take it off. like you get her a matching necklace? she will wear it all the time. even in matches.

it reminds her of you :>

she thinks you're just so sweet and caring, and it makes her blush just thinking about how you care so much and make her feel so loved ♡♡♡

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[aesopsbaby]

Howdy! Ah! I forgot to post the prompt in my ask for Anne Lester! 18♡"As long as you love me everything is alright. You…you do love me, right?" Sorry for the trouble and thank you again for your time.

Note: Sorry for the wait! <\3

Anne loves watching you for some reason,she'll spent hours just looking at you with a fond smile on her face while you're trembling and scared of what she's going to do.

Anne is definitely a delusional yandere. Let's say; She was chaired and no one had any intention to save her. And then you came along,with concern laced in your voice as you rescued her.

This. This is where she has fallen for you.

She thinks it was fate! The both of you are destined to be together! Why else was she matched up with you in the first place?

So,she convinces herself that all of this is fate,and that you truly love her like she loves you! <3

She would force you into a relationship. However,she doesn't see it as "forcing". Anne sees it as...giving you a little push. She thinks you're just scared of commitment! Don't worry,Anne will help you.

"I know it's scary,but we're meant for each other!"

"You love me! I know you do."

"Sweetheart,don't you love me?"

Anne needs constant reassurance. As seen from her backstory,she was humiliated and looked down upon. And being manipulated,she grew up thinking that its alright. That it's alright to manipulate others into getting what she wants. Anne thinks that what she's doing is right.

Going back to the constant reassurance,Anne gets scared that you will grow to hate her. She overthinks alot and goes to you for comfort. She's confident that you'll be there for her.

She'll sigh,a small smile on her face; "As long as you love me everything is alright. You...you do love me, right?"

As if on cue,her mind switches again and she goes into panic mode. Holding you tightly,waiting for your response. Her grip gets tighter the longer you take to answer her. She won't be letting you go anytime soon,so might as well just ease her mind and say "yes".

She loves you dearly! Just assure her everyday that you care for her and love her as well,,

#yandere identity v #x reader #anne lester #idv x reader #idv toy merchant #identity v x reader

[acosmicblizzard]

Toy merchant/Anne x Reader oneshot

Anne my beloved

Warnings: Mentions of verbal abuse, slight mentions of abandonment, tiny mention of child neglect

Story type: Reverse-comfort, semi-angst, fluffy ending

Characters/pairings: Anne - "Toy merchant" x (Gender neutral) Reader

It wasn't often you ever saw Anne cry, the woman was strong willed and tough despite her timidity. But no one can stay away from negative emotions forever and she had ended up crying in your arms. You gently held her, letting her snuggle into you all she needs. "Bad dream?" you questioned as she slightly nodded, you sighed as you kissed her forehead and wiped away her tears. "Do you wanna talk about it?" The eyes that were once staring back at yours averted themselves as she tilted her head down, "Just about my family, don't worry about it love." You grabbed her chin lifting her head back up, "Anne, listen to me okay? I know your father hurt you, i know he's said a lot of things that did hurt you and that you believed for awhile and maybe still believe, and i know i can't fix it all with just these words but i'll still say them." You paused to take a breath, "You're an absolutely gorgeous, talented, wanted, useful, and perfect woman. You're deserving of so much more then you realize Anne, and i'm not leaving either, I'm here and i'm staying right here." Anne's shocked and sad expression soon changed into a small smile as she rubbed her eyes. "Thank you doll, you always know ways to try and cheer me up." She sighed and snuggled into you more, "Please, just let me hold you for a little bit longer doll..." You smiled back and held her tighter "Of course, for as long as you'd like." And so there you sat, holding one another until the morning sun.

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[avinwrites]

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Identity V

Love Languages Mini-Series

IDV Ladies Part 1 - Includes: Alice, Anne, Demi, Emily, Emma, Fiona, Helena, Margaretha

IDV Ladies Part 2 - Includes: Martha, Melly, Patricia, Tracy, Qi Shiyi

IDV Men Part 1 - Includes: Lucky, Servais, Kurt, Naib, William

IDV Men Part 2 - Includes: Kevin, Eli, Aesop, Norton, Mike, José

IDV Men Part 3 - Includes: Victor, Andrew, Luca, Edgar, Ganji

Multi-character hcs/one-shots

When They Sing to You - Includes: Demi, Melly, Naib, Norton

Snowball Fights - Includes: Emma, Naib, Victor

A Run of Bad Luck - Includes: Tracy

When You're Sleepy - Includes: Andrew, Kevin, Eli, Ganji

Glimmers of Gratitude - Includes: Norton

Teatime Revelations - Includes: Michiko

Mending Hearts - Includes: Aesop, Luca

Short one-shot - Insert male character x reader

Headcannons!

Mike Morton Relationship HCs

Joseph with a Mute Reader

Ithaqua general and relationship Headcannons

Ganji Gupta Highschool AU

Frederick Kreiburg

Genshin Impact

One-shots

Dark Nights and Warm Mornings - Diluc x reader

Headcannons

Nothing Yet! Check Back Later <3

#Identity v #idv #idv x reader #identity v x reader #ill re tag this when i have more fics ^^

[thornsofdeath]

HOW THE HUNTERS WOULD REACT TO BEING FLASHED

How the hunters would react to being flashed while kiting

(except for a few)

Assuming you and the hunter already have some amount of mutual tension

NOTE! If u are not pro-tiddies just say you like.smack ur ass at them while running. 

Leo: He simply stands up straight, rubs his forehead and walks away. Not about to deal with this. 

Jack: He keeps up the kite as he normally would, only more amused at your display. If he has the carry emote, he’ll hum a tune for you and quite literally say “you’ll catch a cold, sweetie. Cover up.” Maybe if you’re particularly lucky, he’ll purposely miss a rocket chair to have more time to walk around carrying you.

Michiko: She is taken for surprise by your improper behavior. She’ll switch over to Prajna to escape any intrusive thoughts and easily down you. She’ll hide her face with her fan as you are waiting to be sent back to the Oletus manor. She may bring up your crude deed the next time you meet. Expect a gentle scolding.

Xie Bi’an: Initially, he is shocked. After stunning you with his bell, he kneels down and whispers for you to cover up, playing dirty isn’t fair. He then continues on his chase, trying to shake the rosy pink from his cheeks. Maybe if you’re lucky, he’ll wink as he chairs you. 

Fan Wujiu: His eyebrows furrow and he smirks a bit upon the sight you’re presenting him with. He’ll kite you more vigorously. After inevitably chairing you he’ll say something cheeky. “I’ll let it slide this time, but be careful pulling that stunt again. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to you, dear.” he’ll say with a wink as you return to the manor.

Joseph: He considers this a challenge. Do you really think you can win against Joseph Desaulniers by simply flustering him? Despite being thrown off, he makes a quick recovery. His kiting kicks up a notch in aggressiveness. After terror shocking you, he’ll just look down at you and chuckle darkly. If you fell in a particularly eye catching way, he’ll tease you. “Look at you, putting on such a show for me. You won’t get away with this, Darling.” he continues to tease you in the rocket chair, maybe even prodding you with his sword every now and then.

Hastur: Realistically he doesn’t notice you flashing him. If he notices a bit of sass in your step, he’ll kite you with even more difficulty. Good luck escaping with a master level feaster on your tail. 

Yidhra: (snake lady herself, like if you noticed you were being leeched) she laughs, and spends more of her idle time studying you while her followers do the work. Whether or not you get chaired, she is amused. (Bonus: if her follower saw you, they’d probably be like. sigh. Yidhraaaaa u have a present)

Luchino: He waits to terror shock you to say anything. “Although i appreciate the sentiment, please cover up so i can properly chair you.” He hopes that you’ll be too distracted by being put into a chair to notice the pink dusting his cheeks.

Mary: Mary dips an eyebrow at your futile attempt to distract her. She’s the queen! You think your curves can impress her? You’ll have to try harder, she boasts. It’s impossible to miss the ever present smirk and show of amusement though. If she deems you worthy, she’ll invite you to speak sometime. She will warn you to not try your luck at flashing any of the other hunters.

Ann: Oh man. Ann is a woman of the lord! She is embarrassed for you. She simply decides to walk away and find someone else to kite. Too much to process. (im sorry ann simps qwq)

Antonio:   Being the gentleman he is, he will make an attempt to avert his eyes. He’s no pervert! If you throw him a wink, he will grow a bit red in the face, but he will try his best to continue kiting you. Maybe after the match he’ll pull you aside to chat. (He’ll likely scold you for your unfair and reckless behavior)

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sorry if this is out of character! i havent written for idv before qwq

#identity v #idv #idv x reader #idv hunters #antonio #antonio paganini #violinist #ann #disciple #mary #mary idv #bloody queen #luchino #evil reptilian #luchino diruse #yidhra #dream witch #hastur #feaster #leo beck #hell ember #wu chang #x reader #xie bi'an #xie bian #fan wujiu #black guard #white guard #michiko #geisha

[idv-lovemail]

ann x reader headcanons where the reader used to have a bunch of cats before going into the manor?

amsjjdck i luv cats

anns cats deserves pets and u cant tell me otherwise

Wholesome post 🙈❤️ Being a cat owner with many cats I think this is my forte

Ann x cat parent reader headcanons

Even though you’ve left your poor kitties back at home when you traveled to the manor, cats have a way of marking everything with their scent.

They probably spent some time playing inside your suitcase or using it as a bed and rubbing their chins and sides along the outside edges of your luggage.

You might have cat fur clinging to the inside and a few loose strands you missed with the lint roller on your clothing.

Ann’s cat would pick up on the distinct scent of feline on your person and go on alert/curious mode.

Bonus points if it’s during a match.

She sends her cats out to find you and they just- stop and sniff. The look of confusion turned to adoration when she comes to find her cat curled up in your lap or purring and rubbing against your legs.

She would have no choice but to go friendly for you. Her cat comes up to sit on your shoulder like he does with her and she walks with you to the exit.

She finds it cute seeing her cats so cozy with you and gives you permission to hold him whenever you’d like and even lets you take him around the manor and cat sit him when she’s occupied.

#idv x reader #idv headcanons #identity v headcanons #Ann idv #idv imagines

[a-mossball-with-a-pen]

“Request Rules and extra info”

what I will write:

- platonic and romantic

- genres: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, ect

- I’m open to write for all gendered readers! please don’t forget to specify :)

- oc x cc(just make sure to give me a small or big run down of your oc!!)

- darkish topics

- one-shots, blurbs, imagines, hcs, letters, interactions(etc)

- character limit for hcs up to 7

what i will not write:

- nsfw/smut(I’m not comfortable with this so please respect this!)

- anything yandere related(not completely comfortable writing)

- romance for anyone below 15 and some specifics

fandom list:

- twisted wonderland

- idv(hiatus)

- mha/bnha

- genshin impact

- jujutsu kaisen

characters I’ll only write platonically for:

Idv: guard 26, axe boy, mad eyes, memory(little girl), murro, ann, hell ember

twst: all teachers(+ sam),grim(ofc), ortho

mha: eri

genshin: pierro, pulcinella, any of the kids

characters I will not write for:

Idv - kreacher(thief), freddy(lawyer), gamekeeper, undead, breaking wheel, nightmare, joker, dreamwitch

bnha/mha: endeavor & one for all

twst: crowley

JJK: mahito & kenjaku

Extra Info!!:

- I’m sorry if I don’t get to your request or post frequently, I lose motivation easily so please be patient with me.

- Ive started school again so my posting is going to be very random, sorry!

- I have a very bad memory so I’m sorry in advance if I ever forget a request

- I also may post some writings of my ocs so look out for those if you’re interested!

Requests: open!

Requests: 1

Interactions: open

#identity v x reader #identity v #masterpost technically #bnha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader

[euryd-ce]

❁ ONCE UPON A DREAM

PAIRING: Yandere! Hidden! Anne Lester x GN! Reader

CW: Isolation, Delusion, Kidnapping, Yandere

NOTE: May be inaccurate to essence lore because most of this writing was driven by brainrot. Also not properly proofread.

You were a mere villager who once resided in the land that was believed to be an eternal paradise, but you were rather unfortunate. Unfortunate enough to have an uncanny resemblance to the figure that haunted Anne in her dreams, to somehow garner the attention of the beautiful bowerbird amidst the catastrophe that had struck the former utopia.

She called it mercy, a blessing even, that she whisked you away from the flames that otherwise would have led to your pitiful demise. Surely, you must be grateful, she thought as she brought you away into her humble abode, a form of... repayment to her so-called act of heroism. But, the longer you were kept, the more you realized that she didn't see you as... human. She saw you as treasure, a valuable, one not meant for her to show off but rather one to keep for herself, hidden and isolated from the outside world. You believed otherwise, that you were subjected to a terrible fate, that perhaps returning to ashes would have been far better than to be coddled by the perpetrator of your beloved home against your will.

Escaping was most definitely possible. You see, Anne was delusional. One act of affection was enough the temporarily blind her, figuratively. You played lover with her, long enough to let her trust you, long enough to let her guard down, but once you opened the doors to your freedom, your eyes met the distant land that was once your home, now a desolate pile of ashes and thorns. Only then did you realize: you could run, but you would have nowhere to go. The utopia you once called home had long fallen into ruin, and running away meant running aimlessly, far and away from her suffocating embrace. It wasn't long after that Anne caught sight of you standing still, rushing to you and quickly taking you back where you belong whilst muttering about you getting lost.

Regardless, many times have you attempted escape, and for every attempt, Anne couldn't grasp why you would do such a thing. She provided you with sustenance far more abundant than what you usually found on your table, with riches that sparkled and gleamed far brighter than any constellation of stars, and a home more comfortable and luxurious than your little hut. Maybe you were just shy, or you thought that you weren't deserving of any of the gifts she'd present to you day by day. Perhaps with a few gentle nudges toward the right direction, you'll learn to love her. After all, you have no choice. You've never had a choice.

What's wrong with hiding the people and things we like? Even the beautiful bowerbird would prefer to keep her favourite "toy" to herself.

#identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v headcanons #idv headcanons #identity v imagines #idv imagines #yandere identity v #yandere idv #yandere anne lester #yandere toy merchant #identity v #idv #yandere