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inklore · 9 months

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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.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 7 months

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~𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓵𝔂𝓷 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓼 (𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓔𝓿𝓮) 𝓢𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓼 1-4

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wandanatsgf · 3 months

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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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multifandom--mess · 28 days

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hannigram x villaneve crossover fics bc hell yes!

mlm/wlw solidarity if you know what i mean 🤭

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》 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.

#been missing my faves a whole lot recently #so i decided to provide these recs for you all to devour #also they put killing eve on netflix !!!#hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannigram #will graham #hannibal lecter #murder husbands #hannibal fanfiction #hannigram fanfiction #killing eve #villaneve #eve polastri #villanelle #murder wives #killing eve fanfiction #ao3 #fic rec

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upat4amwiththemoon · 11 months

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Can I request mom!villaneve where r and villanelle are arguing but they’re arguing in a different language and eve is just standing there and villanelle like can you believe what she just said and eve is just confused

Bilingual beauties

Summary: Eve tends to stay out of her wife and daughter’s fights, because usually they happen in Russian.

Pairing: VillanEve x daughter!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 344

a/n: I didn’t want to use google translator this much, so whatever is in italics is spoken in Russian!

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”I don’t get why you have to be such a fun killer!” Y/N shouts at Villanelle, her brows scrunched together and eyes glaring holes into her mother.

Villanelle gasps, slapping her hand against her chest, ”me? A fun killer?” She quickly glances at Eve who is staring at the two with raised brows. ”how can I be the fun killer, when I’m the more exciting parent, huh?”

Y/N lets out a sound that’s a mix of a laugh and a scoff. “You’re always nagging at me! Y/N don’t do that. Y/N, you’re not going out in that outfit. No sleepovers allowed.” She changes her voice to match Villanelle’s, of course, it’s more mocking than realistic. “Eve is the fun mom. She actually lets me leave this hell hole.”

”This isn’t a hell hole! This is a nice apartment that I chose.” She turns to Eve, looking for back up, but the older woman just shrugs, not understanding a word coming from either of their mouths. With a dissatisfied huff, Villanelle crosses her arms over her chest. “Excuse me for thinking about your safety. You going to a party with people I don’t know, is not safe.”

”You mean people who you haven’t thoroughly background checked and stalked.”

”Yes!” She throws her hands in the air, as if that is what normal parents do.

Y/N’s head goes back as she groans. ”You’re so annoying.” She starts jogging up the stairs.

”Go to your room!”

”Already going.” She stomps her feet harder, making her feelings very clear.

”And don’t you come out of there.”

”I wasn’t going to!” Is the last thing Y/N shouts before slamming her room’s door shut.

Villanelle whispers Russian curses under her breath, annoyed she didn’t get the last word. “Can you believe her?” She scoffs, looking at Eve with wide eyes

Shaking her head, Eve stares as her wife walks out of the room. Her lips are in a thin line. “I need to get a dictionary.” She mumbles with a sigh, rubbing her forehead.

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peach-and-bugs · 3 years

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Masterlist

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characters that I write for are organized in alphabetical order by fandom and by name. links will lead to my complete list of posted work for said character:

willing to write for characters: romantically (➵ ) platonically (✸) or nsfw (✧)

Character Alphabets (sfw ✸ & nsfw ✧)

Ask Box Headcanons and Blurbes

Agents of shield

Bobbi Morse ✸ ➵ ✧

Daisy Johnson/Quake ✸ ➵ ✧

Jemma Simmons ✸ ➵ ✧

Jiaying ✸ ➵ ✧

Leo Fitz ✸ ➵

Malinda May ✸ ➵ ✧

Phil Coulson ✸ ➵

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Hilda Spellman ✸ ➵ ✧

Madam Satan/Lilith ✸ ➵ ✧

Sabrina Spellman ✸ ➵

Zelda Spellman ✸ ➵ ✧

Doctor Who

Amy Pond ✸ ➵ ✧

Bill Pots ✸ ➵

Clara/Clara Oswald/Oswin ✸ ➵ ✧

Eleven/Smith!Doctor ✸ ➵

Jack Harkness ✸ ➵

Missy/Gomez!Master ✸ ➵ ✧

River Song/Melody Pond ✸ ➵ ✧

Simm!Master ✸ ➵

Thirteen/Whittaker!Doctor ✸ ➵ ✧

Twelve/Capaldi!Doctor ✸ ➵

Five Nights at Freddy (movie)

romantic (➵) platonic (✸) nsfw (✧)

Mike Schmidt ➵ ✸

William Afton ➵ ✸

Vanessa Shelly/Afton ➵ ✸ ✧

Killing Eve

Eve Polastrí ✸ ➵ ✧

Villanelle ✸ ➵ ✧

The Legend Of Korra

Asami Sato ✸ ➵ ✧

Bolin ✸ ➵

Bumi ✸ ➵

Izumi ✸ ➵ ✧

Korra ✸ ➵ ✧

Kuvira ✸ ➵ ✧

Kya ✸ ➵ ✧

Kyoshi ✸ ➵ ✧

Lin Beifong ✸ ➵ ✧

Mako ✸ ➵

Opal ✸ ➵

Tenzin ✸ ➵

The Last Of Us (Games)

Abby Anderson ✸ ➵ ✧

Dina ✸ ➵ ✧

Ellie Williams ✸ ➵ ✧

Joel Miller ✸ ➵

Tommy Miller ✸ ➵

Marvel

Agatha Harkness ✸ ➵ ✧

Bucky Barns/Winter Soldier ✸ ➵

Bruce Banner ✸ ➵

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel ✸ ➵ ✧

Darcy Lewis ✸ ➵ ✧

Drax ✸ ➵

Gamora ✸ ➵ ✧

Hela Odendottir ✸ ➵ ✧

Hope van Dyne/Wasp ✸ ➵ ✧

Jane Foster/Mighty Thor ✸ ➵ ✧

Kate Bishop ✸ ➵ ✧

Layla El-Faouly/Scarlet Scarab ✸ ➵ ✧

May Parker ✸ ➵ ✧

Mantis ✸ ➵ ✧

Maria hill ✸ ➵ ✧

Monica Ranbough ✸ ➵ ✧

Natasha Romanov/Black Widow ✸ ➵ ✧

Nebula ✸ ➵ ✧

Okoye ✸ ➵ ✧

Peggy Carter/Captain Carter ✸ ➵ ✧

Peter Parker/Spider-Man ✸ ➵

Sam Wilson/Falcon/Captain America ✸ ➵

Scott Lang/Ant-man ✸ ➵

Sharon Carter/Powerbroker ✸ ➵ ✧

Sylvie Laufeydottir ✸ ➵ ✧

Thor Odenson ✸ ➵

Valkyrie ✸ ➵ ✧

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch ✸ ➵ ✧

Yelena Belova ✸ ➵ ✧

Parks and Recreation

Ann Perkins ✸ ➵ ✧

April Ludgate ✸ ➵ ✧

Donna Meagle ✸ ➵ ✧

Jennifer Barkley ✸ ➵ ✧

Leslie Knope ✸ ➵ ✧

Star Wars

Ahsoka ✸ ➵ ✧

Captain Phasma ✸ ➵ ✧

Finn/FN-2187 ✸ ➵

General Hux ✸ ➵

Han Solo ✸ ➵

Leia Organa ✸ ➵ ✧

Luke Skywalker ✸ ➵

Padmé Amidala ✸ ➵ ✧

Rey ✸ ➵ ✧

Rose ✸ ➵ ✧

Stranger things

Argyle ✸ ➵

Chrissy Cunningham✸ ➵

Dustin Henderson ✸ ➵

Eddie Munson ✸ ➵

El/Eleven/Jane ✸ ➵

Erica Sinclair ✸

Jim Hopper ✸ ➵

Johnathan Byers ✸ ➵

Joyce Byers ✸ ➵ ✧

Karen Wheeler ✸ ➵ ✧

Lucas Sinclair ✸ ➵

Max Mayfield ✸ ➵

Murray Bauman ✸ ➵

Nancy Wheeler ✸ ➵ ✧

Steve Harrington ✸ ➵

Will Byers ✸ ➵

misc.

Alma LeFay Peregrine (mrs peregrine's home of peculiar children)✸ ➵ ✧

Elizabeth Corday (ER) ✸ ➵ ✧

Laura DeMille/Madame Rouge (Doom Patrol) ✸ ➵ ✧

Lily Lebowski (Crossing Jordan) ✸ ➵ ✧

Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates (Wednesday) ✸ ➵ ✧

Millie Rusk/MolotovGirl (Free Guy) ✸ ➵ ✧

Miranda Croft (The Flight Attendant)✸ ➵ ✧

Dr. Olivia Octaviouse (Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse)✸ ➵ ✧

Yellowjackets

Jackie Tayler (1996) ✸ ➵

Laura Lee (1996) ✸ ➵

Lottie Mattews (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Misty Quigley (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

"Nat" Natalie Scatorccio (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Shauna Sadecki (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Taissa Turner (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Travis Martinez (1996/2021) ✸ ➵

"Van" Vanessa Palmer (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

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bi-bard · 1 year

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So I Will Not Ask Where You Came From - Villanelle Imagine [Killing Eve]

Title: So I Will Not Ask Where You Came From

Pairing: Villanelle X Reader

Based On: Like Real People Do

Word Count: 655 words

Warning(s): none that I can tell

Summary: Like any other couple, Villanelle and (Y/n) had an arrangement that worked for them. Villanelle did her work and (Y/n) gave her a place to eat, shower, and relax. (Y/n) didn't ask any questions and Villanelle offered them attention and affection. A perfectly balanced relationship.

Author's Note: God... I am so bi.

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I was woken up by the door opening and closing.

I rolled over and looked at the clock before just closing my eyes again. It was late, I was tired, and I knew who it was.

My assumptions were confirmed when the weight on the mattress shifted. I felt an arm wrap around my torso and lips press to the skin of my jaw.

"I can tell that you're awake," Villanelle muttered into my ear.

I rolled onto my back, forcing her to lean back enough to make room. "How was your trip?"

Trip.

That's what I called them.

Those work trips that she went on that always conveniently happened just after she got a new postcard from her dad. I wasn't blind. Our brains are trained to see patterns and that was one of the most obvious patterns I had ever seen.

"Good, good," she nodded. "Quick."

I grinned. "Good."

When I first noticed the pattern, I assumed that she was cheating on me. But once I caught sight of the writing on a few of the postcards, I knew it was something different.

I didn't understand fully. I don't think I ever would.

Mostly because I didn't want to know.

It was so much easier to turn a blind eye to it all. It was so much easier to deal with her coming back to me late at night and never questioning where she had been.

She seemed happier with that arrangement too.

What I had was enough for me to hold onto this pretty little world that I had. The affection and company were enough for me. They call them rose-colored glasses for a reason.

I had spent a long time feeling completely isolated from everyone around me. I felt like I was a ghost. I didn't have anything solid to hold onto. I was just... there.

But with Villanelle, I didn't feel like that. I actually felt like I was wanted somewhere. By someone.

I don't know why she stayed with me.

I don't know what I offered her that was enough for her to keep coming back.

I stopped thinking about stuff like that after a while. I had asked her once, but I didn't get a straight answer. I saw no point in dwelling on questions that I wouldn't get answers to. Especially when I was happy. Why try to ruin a good thing?

Villanelle leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips. I hummed as I kissed her back.

I pulled away a few moments later to look up at her. I caught sight of a cut on her cheek. I furrowed my eyebrows before reaching up to touch her face. I barely touched the skin under the wound.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded. "It's nothing."

"You're hurt-"

"It's nothing," she repeated. She looked at the clock. "You should get back to bed. You are very cranky in the morning when you don't sleep enough."

"Fuck you," I chuckled, playfully hitting her arm.

She smirked at me. "In the morning."

A stunned scoff escaped my lips.

She moved to lie down next to me. I looked at her, watching her shrug with that smirk remaining stuck to her face.

I rolled over to face her.

"Sleep," she instructed.

I reached out and pulled her back over to me. She let me wrap my arms around her and hide my face in her neck.

She let out a quiet sigh as she wrapped her arms around me again.

These were the moments when I knew my blindness was worth it. I had no care for what she did outside of my door. All I cared about was that she came back to me.

All I wanted was this feeling.

All I needed was her.

I would like to believe that she needed me to.

I would like to believe that's why she didn't mind me never asking questions.

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chunkybird · 7 days

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Does anybody know of any good Villaneve fan fics?? I feel like I have to dig so hard to find good ones these days. I want long form, slow-burn possibly, but I'm open to any good one shots :))

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come-along-pond · 2 months

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Killing Eve OC

Everyone meet Viktoria Morozova,

also known as ‘Victoria Frist’, a Russian-British MI6 agent who was formally an assassin for hire. She met Villanelle briefly on a job and surprisingly they didn’t kill eachother.

Now she works for Carolyn and lives in a shitty flat.

A Kenny ship because I love him.

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hellisheavenwithyou · 8 months

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*·˚ ke kinktober 2023 *·˚

🖤 thank you @flightlessangelwings for the prompt list 🖤

all trigger warnings will be tagged in each chapter. 18+ only. minors do not interact.

after a few years of wondering whether to participate in a KT, this year I've decided to do ten of my favourite prompts from the list for Eve + Villanelle.

prompts and the corresponding dates their chapters will be uploaded to my ao3 are in the banner above and in text form below. all dates are in Australian Central Time.

happy kinktober all! i hope you enjoy.

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prompts and dates

2/10 - overstimulation 6/10 - knifeplay 11/10 - 69 13/10 - sex pollen 18/10 - sexting 20/10 - slow and soft 22/10 - squirting 23/10 - somnophilia 27/10 - hate sex 29/10 - voice kink

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scouser-villanelle · 2 years

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3.7k Villanelle x Reader 😈 (explicit 18+) one shot. First story I've written in years, and I endeavour to write a few more before I run out of steam. If you choose to read, thank you!

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Usual Terms Ch 1: Back in Town and Reunited ~Carolyn Martens xFem DGSE!Agent!Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, cheeks kisses, teasing, alcohol consumption, meantions of bribery, implied past smut, implied smut, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

“Darling…!” Carolyn exclaimed, walking through the hotel lobby, towards you.

The woman was wearing a dress that clung to her frame oh so elegantly. It made you double back and your eyes take up and down her figure a couple of times. You kissed each other’s cheeks, before having a quick hug.

Carolyn’s eyes also widened at your classy, brown suit. She always loved how fashion played a big part in your diplomacy.

“Carolyn…! It’s been too long!” You exclaimed through your smile.

“I know…” Carolyn sighed dramatically, “Thank you for meeting me at my hotel, love” she smiled.

You nodded.

“Of course. Shall we?”

Carolyn nodded, linking her arm to yours and leading you to the high status restaurant in the hotel. It was Paris after all.

A waiter showed you to the table, and you both took a seat and started glancing at the menu.

“So, how’s Paris treating you?” Carolyn asked.

You sighed and smiled, meeting the woman’s gaze through the sides of your menus.

“It’s good.” You chuckled.

At this, Carolyn smiled and nodded.

“Good.” She stated emphatically.

“How’s London…?” You asked.

You had now picked your food, and so you put your menu down.

“It’s…” Carolyn began, while scanning her menu at the same time.

She then sighed and placed her menu down as well, having decided.

“It’s chaotic. And very busy…” the older woman chuckled in confession.

You could see the stress on the woman’s face. Sympathetically, you placed your hand on Carolyn’s hand, squeezing it with reassurance.

“I’m sure you’re amazing, and that they are so extremely lucky to have you.” You reassured the woman.

The woman flipped her hand up and squeezed your hand back in return. She smiled in comfort.

“Thank you, Darling.” She hummed.

Dinner went by with ease, the two of you chatting and drinking away. Pretty soon, you had both finished your meals and were sipping away at your wine.

“So…” you breathed out, placing your glass down on the table for the moment, “What is it that you want, Carolyn…?”

Carolyn put on a shocked face of mock-offense.

“Why Darling…! Why would you ever assume that I want something from you??” She exclaimed dramatically.

You took up your glass and took a sip, amused by Carolyn’s little performance.

“Come on… You always wine and dine me before asking for something…” you teased the woman, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

Carolyn chuckled.

“Alright, you’ve caught me, Darling…” she hummed, raising her hands a little in surrender, then taking a dip of her own wine before telling you.

“I need access to the French crime database.” Carolyn admitted, “Specifically a file on one woman, who my team and I are tracking.”

The woman tilted her head at you, as you listened and processed her words.

“I see… And what do I get out of this…?” You asked, taking a sip of your wine.

“My undying gratitude” Carolyn teased with the a smirk, taking another sip of her wine.

You giggled at her words.

“Very funny…” You chuckled, rolling your eyes.

“Only teasing, Darling…” Carolyn chuckled with a wink, “We’d go by our usual terms...”

“Usual terms…?” You chuckled yourself, “Can’t bring yourself to say that your bribing me, Carolyn…?” You teased the woman.

Carolyn had been refilling her glass as you spoke, and she smirked at to your words. She then offered to refill your glass, but you shook your head.

“If we’re going by our usual terms, you shouldn’t have any more either…” you teased lightly.

“OhLove… You’re no fun…” Carolyn grumbled, taking a big sip from her glass.

“What was it that you called it once…?” You continued to tease Carolyn, “Ugandan discussions…?”

Carolyn was sipping more wine as you said the last two words, and she nearly choked on her own wine. She quickly put the glass down, grabbed a napkin, and sent you a very intense yet playful death stare.

You couldn’t help but giggle at Carolyn’s reaction, being very proud of yourself, for the reaction that you’d managed to pull from the older woman.

“So you’re agreeable…?” Carolyn asked.

“I would also like access to your investigation. My people might be interested…” you explained, nodding your head and setting your terms.

The woman nodded in agreement.

“I can do that.” She breathed out.

She then pulled out a key card, her dark gaze meeting your eyes. She set the key on the table.

“Room 307. I’ll pay and meet you up there…” Carolyn hummed, leaning back in her chair.

You took the key card with a smirk.

“Don’t bother, already took care of the bill.” You hummed, “We can head up together…”

“Together it is…” Carolyn hummed, nodding with a smirk.

The two of you then left the restaurant to the elevators, arms linked and walking in tandem.

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Part 2 with smut… in the works… 😏

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gotobsessions · 2 years

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I finally finished my 8 chapter season 4 epilogue, Rebirth last night! It starts with Eve dealing with the aftermath of the events of the finale. Broken and despondent, she boards a plane home to the US, but a surprise is waiting for her when she lands… There will be fluff and there will be SMUT. Also, a murder. READ IT HERE on ao3.

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killingg-eve · 3 months

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If you haven't read my friend's fic, "Or Die Trying," I highly recommend. It is dystopian, original, raw,... and I'm in love with the world-building.

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upat4amwiththemoon · 2 years

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🌻Masterlists🌻

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bi-bard · 2 years

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Calm Down - Villanelle Imagine (Killing Eve)

Title: Calm Down

Pairing: Villanelle X Reader

Word Count: 1,176 words

Warning(s): attack, violence, murder (self-defense)

Summary: Villanelle decides to take care of her neighbor after something goes incredibly wrong.

Author's Note: God, I am so bi.

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The first time I met Villanelle, I never would've thought to question her.

She seemed nice, confident, smarter than some would assume. She just seemed too regular to worry me. I guess that was the point.

I had moved into the apartment closest to hers. She had been at her door just as I walked by during one of my first days in the building. I was trying to be nice by introducing myself to my neighbors.

"Hello," I greeted as I stepped around her, tossing a kind grin at her.

She turned to me, letting her eyes scan me for a moment before she spoke, "Hi."

"I... I just moved in," I pointed toward my door with my thumb. "I'm (Y/n)."

She seemed to pause. Like there was something in her mind clicking into place that hadn't lined up before. I got worried, watching her stand completely still like that. I saw something in her eyes change, but I couldn't name it at the time.

"Villanelle."

I would learn later that she had intended to give me some other name and then just... didn't.

The two of us were pleasant after that moment. We would grin at each other or greet each other. She didn't seem to be one for small talk. It seemed to bore her, so I stopped pushing it. She seemed to be happy with that.

I spent weeks in that apartment with no problems. I was happy. Settled.

It was a nice place to call home.

And then, it wasn't.

I was in the middle of cleaning. I was in the middle of scrubbing down my kitchen counter when there was a loud bang.

My door was kicked open and some man ran in.

I didn't have a chance to react before his hands wrapped around my neck. I panicked. My legs were flailing as my hands scratched at his hands. My knee finally came up with enough force to hit him in the crotch. His hands loosened enough for me to push him away from me.

I grabbed a knife from my knife block. I turned back to the man as he grabbed me. I stabbed him in the stomach out of instinct. I pulled the knife out, my eyes wide in shock.

The man grabbed me again, barely groaning at the pain.

I stabbed him again. I kept repeating the motion until he fell to the ground and stopped moving.

There was a pause. A distinct moment between me reacting and me realizing that the man was dead on my floor.

"Oh my God," I muttered, throwing the blade away from myself and falling to the ground. My back was pressed against the cabinets. "Oh my... Oh my God."

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the man on the floor. I was shaking, ready to vomit or cry or both.

"(Y/n)."

I looked up to see Villanelle at the entrance to my kitchen. I panicked, sputtering out how the man had broken in and tried to kill me. How the only choice I had was to stop him. How I was scared. How I had never done that before.

She didn't listen to me for very long, soon interrupting me, "We need to go."

"W-What," I asked.

She walked around the scene like it didn't bother her, going over to my dresser and grabbing a random collection of stuff. If I had been paying closer attention, I would've noticed how it looked all too simple for her to figure out exactly where all my clothes were kept.

"Let's go," she said, going to walk out.

I frantically pushed myself off the ground, following her like a lost puppy. She went to her apartment. I watched her silently as she put my clothes in a bag. Except for a big coat that I had never worn. She told me to use it to cover myself up.

I followed her out of the apartment again and out to the street.

"Could we not just call the police," I asked quietly. "It was self-defense-"

"The police will not believe you," she replied. "You killed someone too important for that."

I opened my mouth but she stopped me before I could speak.

"No. No more talking until I say so. Understood?"

I nodded.

"Good."

We were silent until Villanelle had gotten us checked into some hotel. She told me to go shower and change.

She was so calm about the entire event. I couldn't make sense of it on my own. It was like she either expected this to happen to me or she had been through experiences eerily similar to this one.

It wasn't until I was sitting on the hotel bed that she even entertained my questions. She sat on the edge of the bed next to me while I sat crisscrossed by the pillows.

"I hope you understand that you can't go back there now," she explained. "You're going to need a whole new life."

I nodded, biting my lip for a moment. "He was an assassin, right?"

"Yes."

"You said that man was important," I said. "If he was so important, then why was he bothering with me?"

"He wasn't," she replied. I raised an eyebrow at that. "He was looking for me. I said he was important, not smart."

"Why was he looking for you?"

"Not sure," she shrugged before smirking a bit. "I am also very important."

"Why were you so calm?"

"I've been in far worse situations."

"What? Are you an assassin like him?"

I chuckled for a moment but stopped when she didn't deny it or chuckle with me.

"You are?"

"Yes."

"Oh... wow... holy crap. You're very good at hiding it. I honestly don't know if I should be upset with you or not. What's the right reaction when..."

"You need to calm down."

"Surely, you understand why I'm a little hesitant to just 'calm down' when something like..."

Villanelle sighed at my rambling before moving forward and grabbing the sides of my face, which caused my talking to slow down to less than half its speed.

She chuckled at me before leaning forward and pressing her lips to mine.

I froze, my eyes open as she kissed me. She pulled back a few moments later, only moving enough to look me in the eye again. I didn't know what to do or say.

"Are you calm now," she asked.

I nodded.

She grinned and leaned back further. "Good."

I leaned back against the headboard.

"Do you still trust me?"

"You... you could've killed me earlier or left me there to deal with it, but you didn't," I said. "Y-Yeah, I trust you."

Something in her eyes softened. Like when I had first met her. I didn't have the time to question it before Villanelle leaned forward to press her lips to mine again. I gasped for a moment before finally kissing her back.

"Good," she muttered between kisses.

That night felt like the best start I could've had to my new life.

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