#killing eve fic

[peach-and-bugs]

hi! could i request some headcanons for villanelle when she’s sick/not feeling well? ty!!

Blurb/headcanon requests are open on my page!

This one was very fun and easy, because we know how Villanelle lives for the drama

Villanelle when she’s under the weather headcannons

- so we all know that our girl LOVES attention. And isn’t being sick the perfect way to get that attention?

- On her own, she’s very self reliant. She can look after herself just fine because she’s used to that kind of thing. She’s had to do it for years. But now that’s she’s got someone lie you around, if course she wants to be spoiled

- So, the second she thinks she’s coming down with something, weather it’s a cold of her period and you’re nearby, she’s calling you with her best pouting lip looking for sympathy

- She’ll whine and complain about how achy she is and how much her head hurts and how she wishes that someone would bring her some soup, exaggerating whatever she has to to get you to come over, and once you relent (because let’s face it, she’s gonna her her way) the clingy-ness truly begins

- She wants to be coddled as much as possible when she doesn’t feel well and you aren’t around. She’ll go as far as begging you to spoon feed her to make her feel better, claiming she’s so achy that she can’t manage to lift the spoon herself

- And you’re not getting any work done while she’s under the weather, that’s for sure. Only if she’s sleeping, but even then, she’s a light sleeper, so if you leave the bed she’ll wake up and start whining

- She’s very on top of when she needs new medication, but pouts and give you those blinks puppy eyes that ask you to get it for her.

- And the whole time you know she’s being dramatic, and she’s making all out to be worse than it is. She enjoyed having your undivided attention. And sometimes it’s just easier to give in and pamper her a bit, because you know she’d do the same for you in her own twisted way

- Once she’s feeling better, she’ll adamantly deny any of this behavior. “What do you mean she was being clingy? That’s completely absurd, no one would use ‘villanelle’ and ‘clingy’ in the same sentience” (although we all know that she is quite clingy)

- However, all of this changes when she comes down with something serious. All her dramatic wallowing turns to silence and she’ll refuse to make any noise. She won’t call and will only agree to be cared for if you happen to discover her condition on your own

- Caring for a very sick villanelle entails a lot of guess work. She will only get out of bed to use the bathroom and she won’t speak. She internalizes everything she’s feeling and her mouth is glued shut, so it’s up to you to figure out when she should eat, when she needs meds, all of that

- It’s rather sad seeing her that way, all silent and inside of herself. And she won’t ask, but she still want’s your affection, even if it’s just your fingers running thought her hair to ease her back to sleep.

- While it can be annoying at times, you’d much rather have her whining for your attention that silent

[cissyenthusiast010155]

~𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓵𝔂𝓷 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓼 (𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓔𝓿𝓮) 𝓢𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓼 1-4

[wandanatsgf]

Date Night & Murder

Pairing: Villanelle x Reader

Word Count: 691

Summary: What a date night between two assassins looks like

“Oh come on,” you hear your girlfriend, Villanelle, say. Crimson liquid seeps out of your latest victim and onto the floor. It stains her new boots. “I just bought these.”

“I’ll buy you another pair baby,” you say, soothing her over for now. You look around the now dead man’s apartment, making sure you left no evidence.

“Oh please you owe me more than just a pair of boots. I’d like three…and maybe some drinks.”

“Fine,” you agree, not wanting to argue with the blonde woman. You double check everything before making your way to the fire escape. You climb down, making sure Villanelle is right behind you.

“Now come on, we need to go so we can change before the movie. I want to have the best seats,” Villanelle says once the two of you are on the ground.

“Of course you do. You only want the best. The best food, the best clothes, the best wine,” you ramble on, teasing her.

“I think you’re forgetting the most important one baby. I wanted the best girl and now I’ve got her.”

You can feel your heart melt for the woman.

“We’ll I can definitely say you got her and you got her forever.”

The two of you quickly walk back to your shared apartment. After quickly showering and changing, the two of you walk hand in hand out the door and towards the theater.

The walk there is rather peaceful, which surprises you considering who you're walking with.

"Ok you get the snacks and I'll get the tickets," your girlfriend says as you walk through the doors.

"Ok," you agree. You wait in line for the food and decide on a large popcorn and two soft drinks for the two of you. Just as you finish paying, your girlfriend walks up to you with the tickets in her hand. She takes the popcorn and her drink from you and hands you your ticket. You look down at your ticket and a look of confusion sets across your face.

“Oksana. You said this was going to be an action adventure movie. What about Minions: The Rise of Gru screams action?”

“Are you kidding me Y/n? Minions is full of action. And don’t act like you don’t wanna see it. I’ve seen you watching the commercials,” she retorts back.

While she’s not wrong, this isn’t the movie you were expecting to watch during date night. Not to get you wrong but being in a theater with a bunch of children doesn’t exactly scream date. But as long as you’re with V you’re happy.

The two of you walk hand in hand into the theater and take your seats, only after V not so politely asks two children to move. She really was serious about getting the best seats.

The two of you sit down just as the commercials start. You glance over at Villanelle and she is enthralled by the screen. It brings a smile to your face. After the hard life she's had, she deserves a little happiness.

The two of you munch on popcorn as you watch the screen. You laugh at the funny parts and (as ashamed as you are to admit this) you cry at the sad parts too. The movie ends all too soon as the credits start to roll and the lights turn on.

You move to stand up, but your girlfriend pulls you back down.

"That's it?" she questions.

"Yeah it's over baby."

"But I don't want it to be over," she pouts.

"We can always go see it again," you tell her.

"I guess that will work," she says. "But I want to come back and see it first thing tomorrow."

"Whatever you want baby," you say, trying to convince her to leave. She finally gets up and the two of you walk back to your shared apartment.

After you get home and into bed you look at the beautiful blonde next to you.

"What are you staring at baby?"

"You. You know I love you V, right?"

"I know baby. I love you too," she says. She pulls you closer into her and the two of you fall asleep just like that.

[4theluvofsapphos]

Masterlist • Fandom List

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Feel free to dm me or ask me about anything to do with any of these fandoms! :

American/Euro TV: Abbott Elementary, Breaking Bad, Wednesday, Doctor Who, Killing Eve, Russian Doll, Black Mirror, WandaVision, Ted Lasso, Agatha All Along

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Games: Resident Evil, Bioshock (1,2,3 Infinite), Borderlands (2,3, Prequel), Fallout, Cyberpunk 2077, Dishonored (1,2, DOTO), Deathloop, The Last Jedi (Fallen Order), Ghostwire Tokyo, Overwatch, Valorant, The Long Dark, Dying Light, Dead By Daylight

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Topics: hate speech, homophobia, transphobia, trans exclusionary anything, pedophilia, and anything else crazy like that.

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Characters I Write For/Masterlist:

Melissa Schemmenti - shiver (nsfw) , butterfingers (series)

Alcina Dimitrescu

Agatha Harkness - payraise (nsfw)

Lilia Calderu - sing for me, birdy ,

Rio Vidal

Chessy

Rebecca Welton

Keeley Jones

Carol Aird

Therese Belivet

Brienne of Tarth

Larissa Weems - caught (kinktober)

Jane Murdstone

Lucifer Morningstar - devil’s advocate (series)

Captain Phasma

Trilla Suduri

Hela Odinsdottir

Kara Danvers

Lena Luthor

Villanelle

Eve Polastri

(and more! Just ask if you see anyone unnamed and it’s in my fandom list!!!)

[ash-and-starlight]

“They’re going for the twins,” said Zuko. “They’re spreading out around the ice, they know—” and inevitably, like the scratchings on an oracle bone, the image was stuttering into view on their planetside radio map. Around the disrupted frequency of the Siqiniq and Taqqiq’s ice wall, the remnant Fire Nation ships were spreading out, the asteroids that had been fencing them in all scattered by now— “We’re going after them,” said Zuko.

The Mercy of Magpies chapter 5

written by thee one and only @ranilla-bean and betaed bt @faux-fires

Chapter Post || Cover || Map and Characters || Ch 2 || Ch 3.1 || Ch 3.2 || Ch 4 || Ch 5.1

[imsofreakingtired]

nobody asked for an fbi agent!Sevika x assassin!reader au fic but this one line of dialogue has been eating into my brain this tortured wednesday afternoon

(enemies to lovers 400k words slow burn hurt comfort angst with a dollop of smut say whaaaat??)

[inklore]

love lies

premise: the love you have for your fiancé is a farce that you’ve perfected for three years that has gone unnoticed by everyone, except her.

pairing: villanelle x (f)reader

word count: 1.7k

contents: cheating, fingering, choking, sort of knife play, getting off to the talks of blood and murder, dirty talk-ish, they’re both a bit unhinged but that’s ok.

note: this is an au obviously so take v’s character as you will and not as what’s canon ok, but cheers to my gay ass finally writing for her!

haunted hoedown day one.

The fake smile that you know has to be hurting the blonde’s face from being held for the entirety of the night makes something in your stomach curdle. 

Makes your nerves sit on edge at the agitation, the secrets, and the lies that the smiles hold. That the owner of it is hiding. She deserves applause for keeping up with the act. The nice neighbor. The befriending of the nice couple who just moved in next door, getting close to the soon to be wife who left all her friends and troubles behind to move to Paris with her fiancé. 

A move you agreed to. 

A move you imagined would bring you and your fiancé closer. Would change that pit in your stomach that has since become a gaping hole every time you planned for the wedding. Planned to spend your life next to this man you only seemed to love when he was suffering. 

When he was vulnerable. Brow pulled down in sadness. A cut done by a kitchen knife while he was cutting vegetables that you pushed down on harder than you needed to while cleaning it. When you accidentally put the wrong salve on it, just to watch him wince and squirm. 

That look in his eyes when you were on top of him and you wrapped your fist around his throat to watch that sheen in his eyes question if you were going to let go. The last hitch in his lungs before you cut the air flow off completely. 

“I just get really into it, I'm sorry.” You had told him when he asked about it after the first time, and who was he to take away from the pleasure of the woman he loved? 

His ignorance was bliss. 

But it was also tiring. Creating that gaping hole that the love he poured out to you ran through endlessly where it should have made you whole. Full. Better. 

And yet you agreed to wear the ring he saved up to get you. Followed him across the ocean. 

Your ignorance was a farce you didn’t know how to get out of. A farce that you’ve perfected for three years. That has gone unnoticed by everyone.

Except the blonde to your left. 

The blonde, who had almost lost her touch on pretending to care about whatever was coming out of your fiancé’s mouth the longer the night went on. The longer her eyes caught yours. The longer her knee had pressed into your inner thigh after leaning herself further against the table—giving a look of fake eagerness—the more she pushed her legs between your open ones. 

Your look of warning made her fake smile twitch into her real one—devilish, mischievous. 

But now both smiles are gone and the two of you are standing in your kitchen, and you’re thankful for the dishtowels in your hands that are keeping them busy with drying because you know her resistance is running thin. 

The patience she’s had all night that has threatened to come out in the possible slip of her false accent—the accent you only found to be fake when she cornered you in the entryway of your flat, her lips against yours, your name sounding better in her rigid Russian accent than her fake French one. 

Your hands had gone from being in her hair to pushing at her shoulders, removing her from your body not because of the lie but because you needed the excuse to stop this, where every part of your being was sighing in relief from finally giving into the tension. To finally being touched by someone you actually desired. 

You may not have loved your fiancé, but starting a torrid affair with your new neighbor didn’t seem like the right way to get out of your current situation—something you eventually learned was the exact opposite. 

“I’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into. If it makes this easier for you. We both know he’s not your type.”

And if there was an award for reading someone completely through to their core and being right, Villanelle would win, and you’d be the loser.

“He is a very annoying chewer.” She breaks the silence, “did you know this when you accepted his proposal?” Your silent raised brow is enough for her to put her hands up in defense. “It was just an observation.” She sighs, picking up another dish, “a very annoying observation.” 

Your mind scatters to scrounge up something that sets your nerves on edge about Villanelle. To what? Stick up for the man you don’t love? Or to try and prove to her that you actually do have feelings for the man who’s in the next room carrying on with his night happily, thinking he just had a great dinner with his soon to be wife and their hospitable neighbor who’s definitely not fucking his fiancé? 

But there’s nothing to prove to the woman who can read right through you. 

Who’s gotten off at the palms you’ve both wrapped around each other's throats. 

You can’t disguise yourself in front of the queen of them. 

It’s a losing game.

A game you’re not interested in playing, no matter how hard you try to convince yourself to. 

A game you should play. To resist this woman and the detrimental feelings she brings up. The feelings that fill the void inside of you with the toxic waste of your shared fucked-upness. 

Your eyes catch the glint of the knife in Villanelle’s hands. The way her fingers run along the blade to clean it. The tight grip she has on the handle. The confidence she has in knowing she’s not going to slip and cut herself—like she’s held worse in her hands and done worse with it. 

The sight—the thought—makes you swallow harder. Makes those dark feelings and thoughts light something deep in your stomach that has you aching. That has your eyes looking up through the doorway towards the room where you know your fiancé is. 

“I could do it, you know, quick, painless. He wouldn’t feel a thing.” Her accent is thicker when she’s whispering. When she’s this close, leaning into your side, breathing against the shell of your ear. 

Her words make your grip slip, the glass in your hand tumbling into the sink, making you jump; making your thighs press together, your lungs forget how to take in air as you envision the blood that would stain your rugs, that would stain Villanelle’s skin. 

“Everything okay in there?” 

His voice is like a cold shower to the heat burning through your nerves like wildfire. 

“Yes!” Villanelle pipes up in her fake French accent, “just a case of slippery fingers.” Her laugh is short and looks misplaced with the lack of smile on her face. With the fire that’s burning in her eyes when you look up at her, that glint of something you’ve yet to see but know is within her. That you know is within you. That has always been within you if you’d just dived deep enough to face the inevitable instead of letting her touch, kiss, fuck it out of you. 

He’s still talking, saying words your ears—and your mind—refuse to register as Villanelle grips your waist and pushes you against the counter. 

The knife still in her hand, the tip pressed to your breast bone, more distracting. More worth focusing on. Stealing all your attention and breath, even as she’s replying to him. As she’s keeping up with surade like her eyes aren’t burning through you. Like you can’t see how heavy she’s now breathing. How the sheen in her eyes is the complete opposite of someone who is weak, and it turns you on even more. 

“It's worse when I push it through slowly.” Her breath ghosts over your lips as she whispers, as she leans forward, the tip of the knife presses further into your skin, making your breath catch at the sting. “I would do it so he would have already bled out before he knew what had happened to him.” The edges of her mouth rise in a soft smirk, “or would you rather me show you? So you can understand how it feels and do it yourself. You would look so good doing it.” The arousal in her voice that leaks through in the rough kiss she presses to your mouth is just as intoxicating as her words. 

You don’t have time to mourn the loss of the blade at your chest when she moves it to press the two of you closer, to grip the sides of your neck to keep your lips on her mouth. To give her easier access to lick and bite into and against your open mouth, willing—needing—all she is giving to you. 

When her hand slips up your dress, your thighs spread to give her access to where the both of you need her to be. To the cotton of your underwear and past the elastic band, to that ache that has you wet and warm and throbbing against her palm and fingers. 

Her middle finger presses against your clit, your gasp concealed by her lips, your fingers digging into the side of her shirt. 

“God, you’re so wet.” Her finger leaves your clit, the heel of her palm flush against it as she pushes a finger inside of you. “Is this all for me or for wanting him dead?” She teases and smirks when you can’t answer because you know you’ll do it too loudly. 

When you both know the answer already. 

If the two of you were alone, if you weren’t trying to be quiet—to stop the inevitable of your fiancé finding out or worse happening to him—you’d want Villanelle to keep talking. To coax you to your orgasm with her teases and remarks. To drop down to her knees and bury her face between your thighs until you were begging her for more, and then begging her to stop when she gave you too much.

But you’re not alone, and there’s only so many gasps and pants she can swallow down. Can lick out of your mouth with her tongue, thanks to her skillful fingers. 

Thanks to the palm around your throat and the thumb pressing against your pulse point. 

“One day I will kill him, and you will be mine.” 

And as you come with her name breathed into her satisfied smirk, you believe her.

You want her to. 

You know she will.  

[tategaminu]

When the angsty multiple chapters pregnancy fic won't write itself and you have to actually put effort

[dsmsix]

x

[too-many-rooks]

Thomas Levin as Rolf in 'Grow' (2020)

Very much in the context of MI6 Yassen AU...

[lcdrarry]

16 May 2024 | LCDrarry Fic

this strange effect

Prompt: "Killing Eve" (2018 - 2022) Prompted by: Soulmates Drarry Author: Anonymous Word Count: 30,670 words Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Violence, Blood and Injury, Assassinations, Killing Eve AU, Murder, Light Poisoning, Obsessive Behavior, Reference to past addiction issues, Presents

Notes: Thank you so much to O for helping me sort out the mess of ideas I had at the beginning and for cleaning up after me when I played it fast and loose with the English language!! You're the best, genuinely!! And thank you to S for the vibe/plot check!! One final thank you to the mods for being so supportive and encouraging. It's been the best first fest experience!! Now, onto the murder lol

Summary: Harry hated his job, his cousin, and his inability to figure out how to fit into the boring, depressing world around him. He kept his peace until Draco Malfoy turned out to not be dead like Harry thought he was. Deadly, though? Harry was going to figure that out.

Read it now on AO3.

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Creator reveals are on 15 June.

[multifandom--mess]

hannigram x villaneve crossover fics bc hell yes!

mlm/wlw solidarity if you know what i mean 🤭

《☆☆☆》

》 Summertime in Marseille - (12k)(Mature)

Murder wives across the pond? The London area manhunt for pay to play assassin Oksana Astankova continues tonight after the gruesome discovery of the bodies of two M16 agents and the unsettling disappearance of a third. The missing agent Eve Polastri’s checkered history with the femme fatale stirs up a sense of deja-vu to a case stateside involving the (still unsolved) disappearance of a certain disgraced psychiatrist turned psychopath and his companion Will Graham. Both pairs vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a couple of corpses in the hands of, debatetly inept, law enforcement. Longtime readers will remember the debacle on the rumors of the relationship between Lecter and Graham. Fresh faces should expect much of the same insight when it comes to Astankova and Polastri. -Freddie Lounds [Tattlecrime.com] Or: Villanelle takes Eve to visit an old friend.

》 Wintertime in the Atlantic - (10k)(Mature)

Dear Hannibal and Will, [Eve warned me I really shouldn’t write Hannibal and Will but I don’t think you two are stupid enough to let other people read your mail and the consequences are on you if you are.] A recent client has gifted me four first class tickets for a cruise to Australia on the 11th of December! The ship leaves from Lisbon which is a wonderful coincidence since Eve tells me that’s where you’re currently living. We never got the opportunity to repay you two for helping us during our time of need back in Marseille. My fiancé and I would be delighted if you would accompany us. The tickets are attached! -xoxo Villanelle Or: Eve and Villanelle meet up with the Lecter-Graham’s once again.

》 Rhapsody in Brashness - (4k)(Mature)

“We understand,” says Hannibal. The vibrations of his voice rumble against her the way that thunder does through storm clouds. “You are unique, as I am. And she insinuated herself into you, as Will insinuated himself into me. The blind, pearly rootlets of human connection have burrowed themselves too deeply into the fertile soil of your soul to be killed, now, no matter how many times you hack away at the verdant growth which springs anew into the air, again and again. The intricate underground web of them merely spreads implacably further and deeper and will continue to do so until they smother you, or until you allow the leaves to fully unfurl into the light.” “But she stabbed me,” Villanelle exclaims petulantly.

》 A Cannibal, A Dog Lover, and an Assassin Walk Into A Bar - (1.7k)(G)

Hannibal and Will wanted a quick getaway to Rome, but end up with a little more adventure than they anticipated.

》 Murder Pals in Alaska - (1.5k)(Mature)

Eve and Villanelle make their home in Alaska and befriend Will and Hannibal.

》 Cannibal vs. Assassin: The Showdown - (5k)(Mature)

“Obviously, they do kill people based on those dance moves alone,” Hannibal tittered, but quietly enough as to not attract attention. Will stifled a laugh. “That is not a reason to ruin their night though,” Hannibal decided, following Will through the crowd.

》 Taste and Temptation - (18k)(G)

Eve and Villanelle have gone off on their own, traveling and getting to know each other better. Hannibal and Will have too. Both couples happen to have dark pasts and trouble with the law, but that hasn't really put a damper on their vacations. The four of them happen to meet at an opera in Florence but when they keep running into each other, they have to wonder if their meetings are coincidence or something that could put their travels in danger. Villaneve meets Hannigram on the run.

(NOTE: unfinished but still worth the read!)

》 The Professionals Series - (12k)(T)

A Hannibal/Killing Eve crossover AU where Hannibal and Villanelle are best buds. Theoretically set after "The Wrath of the Lamb" and "God, I'm Tired" for parts I and II and after "You're Mine" for part III.

[saturnvs]

now you hang from my lips like the gardens of babylon

[iwt-v]

🌈 Favorite LGBTQ Characters ::  Eve & Villanelle (Killing Eve)

[rita-repulsa-ke]

Villanelle (As Good as it Gets series), what would be the absolute best gift you want to give Eve for Christmas vs. What did you actually get for her?

Follow up- What is the best thing Eve could get you vs. What did she actually get you? How does it compare?

What I want to get Eve is a whole new wardrobe, she has terrible taste in clothes and also a mansion and also a very nice car, she deserves all of those things, but if I ask, it is all 'no, Villanelle, you cannot do private murder for hire because you want a mansion' and I try to explain that it is a mansion for her! But it is Eve, so she never listens.

What I did get her is a very nice coat. It is very warm, and expensive and she looks great in it. Also it mostly stops her stealing my coats, though somehow not all the time? She says she likes wearing them, which is very cute but she does spill things on them, she is a little clumsy. Still, I mostly do not mind.

The best thing that Eve could get me is illegal, so I probably should not explain it in great detail here, but you know, right? It involves Eve and a knife and some person and a great deal of blood. I am also there. It is very romantic. We kiss so much afterwards.

She did get me something very nice, though! We are going to a spa together, we will do face masks and massages and everything. Eve keeps complaining about it even though she organized it, she says she knew I would like it if we did something as a couple, but that she's 'not really a spa person'. I do not mind, the complaining is very cute.

Also, she said 'as a couple' and I really liked that.

for the ask game

[antitheticaally]

from my still very-in-progress killing eve finale fix-it:

“Eve?” she whispers, and it hangs in the darkness like a prayer. “Do you really believe in fate?”

Eve shifts onto her side, reaching out blindly for Villanelle and finding first her shoulder. She follows the curves of her up, until she reaches her face, and runs her fingers through her hair. She hears her sigh, and thinks of the Death card face up on the table. She thinks of blood and water, and who she was four years ago. She thinks of the sun. “Yes,” Eve breathes out.

Villanelle doesn’t say anything in response, and Eve doesn’t move her hand. It feels like they’re both waiting for something. “I think…” Eve says slowly. “I have to believe that all of this— There was a reason for all of it. I want to believe that. That it was all… leading me. Somewhere.”

“Somewhere…” Villanelle repeats, her voice smaller and softer than Eve has ever heard it before.

She slides her hand down over her cheek, strokes a thumb over smooth skin. She can’t see her, in the dark, but she doesn’t need to. “It led me to you.”

“Was it worth it?” Despite the teasing intoned in the question, the last syllable comes out cracked, and in it Eve hears what she really wants to ask. Was it worth it? Was I worth it?

A year ago— six months, even— Eve would have scoffed, and it would have been acrid and bitter and she would have watched the hurt flash across Villanelle’s face and felt a kind of sick satisfaction, even though she already knew, it was always going to be them, in the end. Now she answers without having to think. It slips past her lips as easily as breathing. “Yes.”