#killing eve au

[comfycomers]

Villaneve // John Wick AU

[aziraphales-library]

Hello dear mods ! I read a fic but now I cant find it , so it was basically a killing eve au where crowley is an assassin (vilanelle) and aziraphale is an agent from m15 (eve) and i remember for a fact that crowley is gender fluid and it was a series , I think ? That consisted of two fics. I'd be ever so grateful if you could find it

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Killing Adam and Eve by orphan_account (M)

Ezra Fell really likes assassins, far more than any of his coworkers think is healthy. But his obsession comes in handy when investigating the newest psychopathic contract killer Anthony. What happens when these people from two opposing worlds find some ineffable connection?

But here are a couple more Killing Eve AUs for anyone interested...

die for you in secret by parentaladvisorybullshitcontent (T)

“You killed that dignitary. They made me look at the crime scene photos, they think I have some sort of – some sort of hold over you-" “You do,” Crowley says, voice low and urgent.

hiss hiss sweet serpent by LeilaKalomi (E)

Crowley—Anthony Crowley—has dreamed all his life of being like James Bond. Unfortunately, life at the Home Office isn't as exciting as he'd thought it would be...until, he hears that Carolyn Martens of the Russia desk needs an MI5 connection to help track an intriguing man suspected of being a part of the notorious international gang, the Angels. Could Crowley be the right man for the job? Or will this be his downfall?

- Mod D

[pinkpolastri]

“It is a dangerous thing, to be mine.” 

eve has summoned demon villanelle.

// based on this fic by @/bigbaddyenergy on twitter: https://www.archiveofourown.com/works/43866615 

[camilleisback]

Hand in unlovable hand please!

Hello dear ❤️

So, this is the third installment of a series inspired by Killing Eve. It features lots of flowers and, particularly, the victorian use of the Language of the Flowers, loooots of morally ambiguous choices to make, a sprinkle of jealousy and just a little bit of blood.

The bouquet comes in right when Oscar has recovered enough not to spend the vast majority of his days in a chemically induced haze, weakly complaining about the itchy pads stuck to his chest before falling back into a dreamless slumber – four days and a lot of transfusions later, he can piss on his own, provided that someone helps him to the restroom. Doctors told him he’s lucky to be alive, but he knows better. He is not lucky, he is privileged. This, however, he doesn’t tell them, nodding his gratitude and pretending to be tired as fuck whenever someone dares bringing up the subject of how he ended up with a gunshot wound in a coastal town in Italy.

The bouquet is grand, to say the least. A bulky, colorful thing that his mom has a hard time bringing in, all tall flowers and shiny, expensive ribbons, a real beauty to look at. Somehow, Oscar knows it’s Lando’s long before asking his mom to look for a card.

“No cards here, sweetie. But it’s lovely anyway. I wonder who did you impress, I mean, it looks…expensive.”

Since she might have a thing or two to say about his kid having a fling with a hired assassin and then pissing him off, Oscar just shrugs, saying something about heroism and dedication to work which, of course, she doesn’t believe in the slightest, but she knows him well enough not to press any further.

It takes him another couple of days to finally convince himself that the bouquet hasn’t been laced with some kind of poison, and another one to start wondering why on earth would Lando send him flowers after having been backstabbed so spectacularly.

[wafflesandkruge]

if i loved you less i'd be a liar (zoyalina)

alina has been working for mi5 for years, and the only thing she can say about her job is that it's boring as hell. so when an enigmatic female serial killer seems to taunt her with a string of bread crumbs and bodies left around the world, she can't help but chase after her like she's a lifeline. or, the zoyalina villaneve au we deserve.

a/n: written for @generalstarkov's birthday!! happy birthday beloved 🥰 finally cracking the list of requests you sent me hehe. this is just a short snippet to start the au, but hopefully i'll write a bit more for it later when i finally graduate and have some time. ANYWAY GO WATCH KILLING EVE IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY.

ao3

Alina sighed as she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. It was her eighth straight hour at the hospital, and it was beginning to show. Her skin looked almost waxy under the harsh white lighting, the dark circles under her eyes more pronounced than usual. Her scalp ached from the tight and professional bun she’d scraped her pale hair into that morning. Mal was going to ask questions when she got home, again, but it wasn’t like she could tell him she’d been recruited by MI6 to track down a serial killer responsible for dozens of murders around the globe. He’d just give her that concerned look again, and be so horribly nice to her that she’d want to scream and break something like one of his elementary school students just to try to get him to understand.

There was something wrong with her, and he couldn’t see it. No one could. 

Alina yanked the hair tie from her hair and relished the painful tingling in her scalp as her hair uncoiled itself. The faucet turned on with a reluctant squeak, and she splashed cold water onto her face in an attempt to rejuvenate herself. She’d be stuck here for at least another two hours. Maybe if she caved and bought a coffee from the ancient vending machine outside the witness’ room, she’d get through it without strangling her new partner. With that cheery thought, she began coaxing her hair back into a semblance of a respectable style.

Alina nearly jumped out of her skin as the door of the one working stall slammed open. She hadn’t even noticed someone else had been in the restroom. So much for working at an international espionage agency.

In the mirror, Alina watched as a woman dressed in dark blue scrubs stepped out of the stall and took the sink beside her. She didn’t turn the water on. Alina paused, her hair half-up. The sense of being watched prickled the back of her neck. 

She turned and found the other woman watching her. She was easily the most gorgeous woman Alina had ever seen with skin the color of teakwood and glossy black curls that tumbled down her back. She had eyes only a shade darker than her scrubs, and they seemed to read every thought and feeling even Alina couldn’t understand about herself. Alina couldn’t help fixating on the tiniest details like the small bruise on her wrist, the gold necklace around her throat, the stray curl that wouldn’t stay down. Alina wanted to study her for hours, and evidently, the opposite was true as the woman continued staring at her, her expression unreadable.

“Can I help you?” Alina asked, her hands still tangled in her own hair.

Her eyes were cold, Alina realized. Cold and calculating. They regarded her cooly for another second before the woman turned away to the sink and washed her hands in a few quick, forceful movements. Her nails were painted cherry red. Alina returned her gaze back to her own reflection and tried to ignore the presence of the other woman. 

Just when the restroom door opened and Alina thought she was almost free, the woman paused over the threshold and looked back. Alina’s eyes were drawn to her like a magnet. The corners of the woman’s lips tugged upwards as their eyes met, and her face became even lovelier, if that was possible. Her eyes warmed, ice melting on the first day of spring.

“Wear your hair down.” It sounded like an order. With that, the woman stepped back and she was gone. The tension in the air bled away and Alina blinked, feeling like a boat that had been unmoored or a kite whose string had been cut, never to touch the ground again. 

Something in the world had shifted, and she didn’t know what.

She left her hair down.

[evans-gallery]

Killing eve season one spoilers

Villanelle!Jason is in front of Eve!Kurt's door after he killed his coworker, but left him a suitcase of expensive designer clothes:

[under-the-weirwood-tree]

[salty-wench]

It is difficult to work with Villanelle!Barty rattling around my brain. New found sympathy for tired Eve!Evan.

[thinkatoryprocess]

Killing Eve is on netflix

Mixing two asks: "In the killing Eve au Armand could still be a vampire but he's one that kills for a price."

Noted. Grateful I get a free Netflix subscription at this point, I'm watching Shameless on there too.

Honestly, vampire assassin is a cool premise. He'd be that much harder to catch but that much more interested in playing the game of being hunted. I don't think Daniel knows Armand is a vampire going in, though, no.

[comfycomers]

Villaneve // Sherlock AU

[saturnvs]

i offer you vampire villaneve

[paracosmicessence]

WHAT IF KILLING EVE SONADOW 💥💥💥💥

[worldssillyestanimal]

fersonas

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Idea for the AU where demon Charlie is summoned by human Vaggie. Charlie binges Vaggie's favorite show. And Vaggie is like "FINALLY, someone I can gush over this show with!"

Hi, Anon!

I had to think pretty hard for a show. I don't watch a lot of TV, so it was hard to think of something.

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Who Dares Summon Me 3: Showtime

Vaggie: *enters the apartment after a looooooong day at work, sighs dramatically, and groans as she leans against the door and picks a piece of pepperoni out of her hair* If I have to deal with one more kid's party, I'm going to lose my fucking mind!

Charlie: *from the other room* What do you mean she just wanted to have DINNER?!?!?!

Vaggie: *blinks* Charlie? *walks over to her room and opens the door to see Charlie completely tucked into Vaggie's largest hooded sweater, hood pulled up over her head as she munches on sweet and spicy Doritos and watches something playing on Vaggie's laptop* Uh... Charlie, what are you watching?

Charlie: barely glancing up VAGGIE!!! This show is insane! Villanelle just showed up at Eve's house!

Vaggie: *blinks in surprise* Are.... Are you watching Killing Eve?

Charlie: YEAH!!! I got bored while you were at work and decided to search through your most watched stuff. You don't watch a lot of shows... or movies... BUT THIS IS SO GOOD!!!

Vaggie: *smiles excitedly and jumps into the bed next to Charlie* Well, scoot over, princesa! I'm watching this too!

Charlie: *giggles as she scoots over and presses play on the screen, snuggling into Vaggie's side and sniffs the air* .....Why do you smell like pizza?

Vaggie: .....Don't ask.....

[poolpvrty]

Killing Eve; Rita and Bellatrix!

[stuiie]

Be My Redemption - Chapter 4

Summary:

Everything you had worked so hard for came true when you were recruited to the department dedicated to capturing the notorious serial killer haunting the country for over a decade. Eager and hopeful, you saw yourself solving the mystery and bringing the cold-blooded killer to justice. However, what you never foresaw was becoming the obsession of the the red-headed killer. As the line blurs between holding onto your principles and succumbing to the allure of her dangerous fixation, the question remains: will you uphold your beliefs or risk being consumed by the allure of everything she is?

What to expect in chapter 4

Still, the breakneck pace of S.H.I.E.L.D. was relentless, and after a grueling few days, you decided to take a breather. A quiet moment to yourself, away from the constant buzz of activity, was a luxury you couldn’t pass up. You found a small café on the way back to the modest hotel where the team was staying—a place that seemed worlds away from the chaos of your new job. You had chosen a spot on the terrace, content to take in the fresh air and the distant sound of traffic. A brief moment to be normal—or at least try to.

The only issue? The menu. It was entirely in French. You squinted at the list, trying to piece together what little you remembered from high school French class, but it felt like you were reading hieroglyphs. Not ready to admit defeat, you decided to give it a shot anyway. You glanced up at the waiter, clearing your throat.

You’d barely finished your poorly attempt to order, when you caught the look on the waiter’s face—a mix of confusion and barely concealed disdain, like you’d just butchered the language of his ancestors in the worst possible way. You felt the heat rising to your face, ready to scramble for some sort of recovery, when you were interrupted by a low, husky laugh from the table next to you.

Read it all at AO3 - Chapter 4