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~𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓵𝔂𝓷 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓼 (𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓔𝓿𝓮) 𝓢𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓼 1-4
#appearance appreciation#carolyn martens#i support womens rights and womens wrongs#this woman has me in a chokehold#she’s never looked more deadly#Carolyn martens fluff#Carolyn martens x reader#killing eve#killing eve fanfic#killing eve fanfiction#killing eve fic#killing eve fluff#killing eve spoilers#killing eve season 4#killing eve x reader#killing eve x you#fiona shaw#Fiona Shaw character#Fiona Shaw x reader#mommy sorry mommy sorry mommy sorry#mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy?#cissyenthusiast010155 talks#AMC killing eve#killing eve AMC#killing eve Carolyn martens#Carolyn martens killing eve
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First Sentence Prompt
Stumbling into a perfect stranger was not how you expected your morning to go. Items strewn across the footpath and prior thought forgotten, landed you in the arms of a stranger. With an embarrassed blink, the world came rushing back in sight. The woman looked down at you, firm arms holding you in place.
It would be in this moment where a word would be uttered, an apology jumbled, and it was like time slowed. Eyes locked together, playing a game of chicken, waiting for the other to break. The stare was intense, like the woman above was trying to figure you out.
“I’m Villanelle” she stated, voice strong yet monotone. Not once did her eyes divert to the chatter around her.
“Y/N” was a meek response, clearly overwhelmed and entranced. Villanelle nodded, using her strength to lift you to your feet. Her hands never left your body as they held you firmly in place. She observed you once more.
“You really should be careful, you never know who you might run into” her accent was thick, but that didn’t stop you from feeling a wave of unease. There was a tone underneath the words that made you feel that this was not the person, you want to run into.
#first sentence prompt#villanelle imagine#villanelle x reader#killing eve imagine#killing eve x reader#villanelle x you#killing eve x you
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rhaenys, the realest bitch that ever breathed air to her punk ass nephews aemond and aegon:
#hotd spoilers#house of the dragon#bitch i love you rhaenys#the queen who never was#VHAGAR YOU RAGGEDY ASS BITCH#just you wait#VHAGAR HONEY YOU IN DANGER GIRL#IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW#i did feel really sorry for aegon actually#aemond deadass tried to kill him…TWICE#rhaenys targaryen#rhaenys velaryon#aemond x reader#aemond one eye#aemond targaryen#aegon ii targaryen#aegon ii x reader#tom glynn carney#ewan mitchell#eve best#rhaenyra targaryen#daemon targaryen
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hacks 3.09 // killing eve 2.05
#killing eve#hacks#hacks hbo#killingeveedit#hacksedit#wlwedit#villaneve#avorah#eve x villanelle#deborah x ava#tvedit#tvgifs#gif#edits#queens of dramatic gay break ups in season finales#without actually dating lol#it was also giving major 'this is what you wanted' vibes
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Found these in my archives and now everything is so blurry…
#god i love women#killing eve#villaneve#eve x villanelle#eve polastri#villanelle#sandra oh#jodie comer#villaneve kiss#bly manor#the haunting of bly manor#dani x jamie#victoria pedretti#amelia eve#imagine me and you#piper perabo#lena headey#a league of their own#carson x greta#carson shaw#greta gill#gretson#tibette#l word#tina kennard#naomi watts#agatha all along#agatha harkness#rio vidal#agathario
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MULTIFANDOM MEME: 9/15 SHIPS ➤ VILLANELLE & EVE (KILLING EVE)
#killing eve#killingeveedit#villaneve#villanelle#eve polastri#killingevedaily#villanelle x eve#dailylgbtq#wlwsource#wlwedit#tvedit#*mf#**#they still live happily ever after idk what you are talking about <3
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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.
#villanelle x reader#villanelle x you#villanelle smut#killing eve fanfic#villanelle one shot#villanelle fic#villanelle fanfic#killing eve one shot#villanelle imagine#killing eve fanfiction#oksana astankova#oksana astankova x reader#villanelle x y/n#villanelle astankova#hauntedhoedown
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Eve & Villanelle on the bridge. (illustration by Melissa Morgan/Instagram)
#killing eve#eve polastri#villanelle#eve x villanelle#killing eve fanart#ke s3#we are the same#instagram#you're mine#you belong to me#possesive love#killing eve pinterest
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behind every gay person is a gayer, more evil gay person.
#villanelle x eve#villaneve#villanelle and eve#killing eve#villanelle#eve polastri#murder wives#killing eve more like rizzing eve i see you#killing eve but we all know thats not what happens…
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peace and quiet
pairing: Villanelle x Assassin!F!Reader
tags/warnings: sexual content, car sex, dirty talk, fingering, edging (18+, mdni)
a/n: bet ya didn't see this coming 😏 truthfully, i've had this scenario on my mind for about a month now. i had to write this before i got through the rest of my drafts. im also a bottom!villanelle fan oops enjoy! gif credit.
The last way you wanted to spend your Friday evening was stuck in a Ford Fiesta with the world's most infuriating assassin, Villanelle. But here you both were, cramped and cranky as you wasted hours watching a man go through his nightly routine. Truthfully, you didn't know much about your target except his name, James Fitzgerald. His dossier was light and you suspected that further information wasn't yours to know.
As your handler would say: the less you knew, the better.
Silently, you watched as James moved from room to room in his home; starting in his bedroom, wandering into the kitchen, and finally, settling into the living room. Couldn't the Twelve have a vendetta against someone more interesting?
The blonde next to you must have thought the same thing. Immediately, she turned the radio on, flicking through the stations until she hummed in approval.
"Oh, I love Britney," she muses, beginning to sing along to the chorus of Womanizer as it pumps through the car's surround sound system.
You refrain from groaning.
"Villanelle, I need you to stop." Your voice is strained as your eyes are trained in front of you.
She's completely off-key but sings without a care in the world. Obviously, she's ignoring you and you exhale slowly, squeezing your eyes shut. Villanelle was good at what she did. Great even. But her hyperactive nature and flair for dramatics made you dread any time the two of you had to work together.
It wasn't just her obnoxious nature that made it so difficult for you to work with her. From the outlandish yet stylish outfits she donned to the way she held herself on and off the job, you thought she was stunning. But now, being in such close quarters only seemed to intensify those feelings. Your stomach did somersaults at each pesky thought, unable to get them out of your head quick enough. Entertaining those ideas was a distraction you couldn't afford.
Not in this line of work.
It's just one mission, you find yourself thinking, blinking your eyes open. I just need to get through one mission with her and then—
And then you will work with her again when the Twelve will it. You will still have these terribly ridiculous feelings that you will, once again, have to dissect like you are now. You grit your teeth and instead focus your boring gaze on James Fitzgerald's wrinkled forehead.
Wordlessly, you turn the radio knob towards you, muting the music so you can focus. Villanelle's contralto voice cuts through the silence like a blade and it takes her a few moments to realize what you've done.
"Hey! I was having fun!"
You roll your eyes, tapping your fingertips against the steering wheel.
"I wasn't."
Villanelle scoffs, feigning offense before leaning back. Aggressively, she adjusts her seat, allowing it to fully recline. She lays down, eyes glued to the car ceiling before crossing her arms over her chest petulantly.
You were ready to further accentuate her childishness as she muttered about how you were a 'party pooper,' but paused. James was getting up and walking towards his front door. He was letting someone inside, holy shit! This needed to be documented.
In the dark, you felt for your phone that was supposed to be on the console. Miscalculating, you reached over farther than necessary and instead grabbed—
Villanelle gasped, body arching forward.
Oh.
Your fingers gripped the flesh of her inner thigh, dangerously close to the hem of her shift dress. Blush immediately crawls over your cheeks and you become a stammering mess.
"Oh my god," you ramble, going to remove your hand. "I'm so sorry, Villanelle. I thought that—"
You don't get to finish your sentence. Her hand is over yours and she shoves your palm in between her legs. The wet cotton of her underwear greets your fingers and the heat it emits makes you flatline.
This wasn't real. None of this could be real.
"I know how you look at me."
The statement throws you off kilter and you gape like a fish. Were you that obvious? The idea makes you nauseous; how the hell did Villanelle know your feelings better than you could even comprehend them?
"Stop thinking," she husks and her confidence seems to spread to you like wildfire.
James Fitzgerald and his unannounced guest are long forgotten as you shift in your seat, turning to face Villanelle. Your finger pads inquisitively drag up the length of her clothed slit. Her breathing grows heavier the closer you stroke towards her clit. You can make out her teeth digging into her lower lip and the mischievous glint in her eyes as she stares back at you.
She’s begging you to keep her entertained.
Cautiously, you pull your hand away. The loss of contact squeezes a whimper from her throat, but it dies as she watches you slip two fingers between your lips. You suck slowly, refusing to break eye contact with her before releasing them with a soft pop. You don’t miss the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips.
“Are you going to behave?” Villanelle nods like a bobblehead, practically rutting her body closer to where your hand used to be.
You chuckle. “Good girl.”
Wet fingers glide up her bare leg, meeting at the junction just below her thigh and cunt. Gently, your fingers worm underneath the waistband of her underwear. Painfully slow, you tug them down so that they pool at her knees. They are soaked and the sound of the blonde’s panting is amplified in the enclosed quiet of the car.
"Oh baby," you taunt, watching as she presses her thighs together. You want to swallow her whole.
"Is this all for me?"
"Yes," she sighs out instantaneously, parting her legs as your hand connects back to her cunt.
Your middle finger delicately slides through Villanelle's folds, exploring her velvety flesh. Tracing circles around her labia, you finally brush just underneath her clit. She jerks forward, desperately chasing your touch.
"Villanelle." Her name is a warning on your tongue, tutting gently as you watch her squirm. Your middle finger is fixed in the same position and her fingers curl around your wrist.
"Be nice," she pleads and no matter what your plan was initially, you couldn't deny her further. You nod and gently, your middle finger sinks inside her.
Villanelle tenses momentarily, adjusting to the intrusion before relaxing. She squeezes your wrist, silently goading you to move. You comply, thrusting deeper inside of her.
Your finger moves leisurely at first, more so to savor the first-time feeling of her silky flesh enveloping you. Gradually, you pick up the pace. Her slick drools down the length of your finger and the obscene squelching makes you blush.
Thank god for the dark.
A stream of moans bubbles from Villanelle's throat as her fingernails dig into your wrist. Her other hand moves to her lips, her teeth sinking into the knuckle of her index finger to muffle herself. In response, your finger curls inside of her. She keens, her eyes rolling back as she shoves her hips forward.
"Don't do that," you chide, pumping against the spongy walls of her cunt. "I want everyone to hear how good I'm gonna fuck you."
Her gaze peeks through her lashes, blinking in surprise at the vulgarity of your statement. She's beautifully flushed and the image is seared into your mind. Your ring finger presses inside of her and she gasps, finally removing her hand from her mouth.
"Don't be mean," Villanelle mewls and you can't stop the smile tugging at your lips.
By now, the windows have fogged over in the car. The air between you has risen at least ten degrees higher and you match Villanelle's ragged panting, hyperfocused on every expression she makes. Her hair fans out like a golden halo, illuminating her furrowed brows and parted lips. You want to kiss her, but you instead settle for swiping your thumb across her clit.
Villanelle's chest heaves when you suddenly piston your fingers inside her. She sloppily pushes down to meet your thrusts while her head lolls back against the car seat. By the way her walls fluttered against your sheathed digits, you knew her orgasm was imminent.
James Fitzgerald's departure was also imminent.
Suddenly, the flash of headlights appears in your peripheral vision. A midsized sedan rushes past the front of your rental car. James is driving while his guest in question is in the passenger seat. Your eyes go wide; the memory of exactly why you and Villanelle were here to begin with hits you like a truck.
You withdraw your fingers from Villanelle's pussy and she cries out in both confusion and frustration. Scrambling, she pulls the seat back up so she can properly glower at you.
"What the fuck?" She yells, softening only slightly as she watches you suck your fingers clean before putting the car in drive.
"It's James," you start, pressing the defogger button near the bottom of the dashboard. "I'm gonna tail him."
"I was about to cum!"
You glance at Villanelle quickly as she complains, tossing a cocky smirk in her direction.
"I guess you'll just have to wait then."
#villanelle#villanelle x reader#villanelle x you#villanelle smut#villanelle imagine#oksana astankova#oksana astankova x reader#killing eve#lesbian#wlw#lgbtq#smut#fanfiction#fanfic
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You S4 (2023) // Killing Eve (2018) // Hannibal (2013)
#i love my parallels sm#goldrose#villaneve#hannigram#hannibal nbc#killing eve#rhys x joe#you netflix
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me : It's pride month. time to ship my favourite gay couples in shows
someone: the last of us, good omens, our flag means death and what we do in the shadows?
me: no. hannigram, villaneve, rhaenicent and loustat
#i love them too#but thats besides the point#hannigram#villaneve#loustat#nbc hannibal#hannibal fandom#hannibal lecter#hannibal#hannibal and will#will graham#villanelle#eve x villanelle#eve polastri#killing eve#louis de pointe du lac#lestat de lioncourt#interview with the vampire#iwtv#pride month#pride#nothing against them#aziracrow#the good omens#our flag means death#what we do in the shadows#im obsessed with aziracrow just so you know#crowley#aziraphale
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Guys I just noticed an amazing parallel
EDIT: I JUST REALIZED EVE STABBED VILLANELLE WITH HER OWN KNIFE AND BUFFY STABBED FAITH WITH HER OWN DAGGER. IM GONNA BE SICK.
#repressed queer woman be like I love you *stabs you in the gut*#buffy the vampire slayer#buffy#fuffy#buffy x faith#buffy summers#faith lehane#killing eve#ke#villanelle#villaneve#eve polastri
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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.
#killing eve#villanelle x reader#oksana astankova#oksana astankova x reader#jodie comer#jodie comer x reader#villanelle x you#killing eve fic#killing eve fanfiction#villanelle fluff
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I havé no idea if I asked this already but if I did I apologize😭 Could you do a villanelle x readers where the reader already has a child from a previous relationship please?
A package deal
Summary: It’s either both of us or neither of us.
Pairing: Villanelle x fem!reader, fem!reader x daughter
Warnings: none
Word count: 667
a/n: short and sweet
Tags: @sayah13
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“Are you excited to meet her, bubs?” Y/N smiles to the small girl of five she is holding on her hip as she walks down the busy street.
The small child holds onto Y/N’s shoulder, her eyes wandering around all the different people walking past them. She’s always been curious about her surroundings. “Yes, mama.”
She lets out a shaky breath, giving her daughter a small smile. She’s glad to see her happy and clearly more confident than she is feeling. Y/N is absolutely terrified. Villanelle knows she has a daughter, she’s more worried about her changing her mind, deciding that raising her girlfriend’s daughter would be too much.
“Okay, bubs.” Y/N slows down her steps as she sees the right cafe in front of her. “Do you think Villanelle is already there? Maybe she’s just as nervous as us.” She’s glad she can use her daughter as an excuse to talk things through out loud.
The small bell rings when Y/N opens the door. It’s a small family owned cafe, one filled with books and flowers.
“There she is.” She whispers, pointing at the blonde sitting at the corner table. Taking a one last deep breath, “let’s go,” she walks to the table. “Hi, honey.”
Villanelle stands up the instant she hears Y/N’s voice. “Hi.” Her eyes are wide, moving between her girlfriend and the small girl in her arms. “Hey, should- should I hug you?” Her already strong accent is even stronger now.
With a giggle, Y/N sets her daughter down on a chair, pulling Villanelle into a short but warm embrace. Then she lifts the girl again, “this is Villanelle. Remember when I told you about her, bubs? She’s mama’s girlfriend.”
“Hi, ‘nelle.”
Somehow Villanelle’s eyes widens even more, and a bright smile grows on her face. “Hey. Aren’t you a cute one?” She takes hold of her small hand, giving it a shake.
“Mhm.” The girl giggles, kicking her feet in the air.
Y/N smiles as they all sit down. “I already ordered.” Villanelle states from the lack of drink menus. “I hope that’s okay. I know what you like, and you- you’ve told what your kid likes so…so I ordered for her too. We can order something else if she ends up not liking it-“
“Villanelle.” Y/N reaches over the table, taking hold of the woman’s hand. She finds her nervousness endearing, especially since Villanelle is usually the confident one. “It’s okay, I trust you to order for us.” She giggles.
She lets out a breath. Of relief most likely, but she’ll never admit to being nervous. “Mama loves you.” The small girl speaks up after their food and drinks have been brought over.
“I love your mama too.”
Giggling, she looks up at Y/N. “I love mama too.”
Y/N gasps, nuzzling her nose against her daughter’s cheek. “And I love you.” She murmurs, her gaze moving between her daughter and girlfriend. “You know we’re a package deal, right?” She gives her daughter a colouring book with some crayons to keep her occupied while she has a more serious conversation.
“I know that.”
“If you don’t want to be part of her life, if you don’t like her or if she doesn’t like you, if you hurt her in any way…I’m out.” Villanelle listens to her words in silence. “I will trust her word over yours, because I will not allow my daughter to grow up in fear.”
“I know.”
Y/N swallows, tapping her nails against the table lightly. “So what does that mean to you?”
“It means you’re a great mother,” she takes hold of her hand, “and I would love to be part of your family.”
A smile grows on her face. Y/N squeezes her hand, giggling when a third, smaller hand joins the pile. Her daughter starts giggling too, it’s full of joy, and it’s just the sign that Y/N needs to know this’ll work.
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I don’t think we are appreciating Sandra’s mimics range enough
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