Killing Eve And Agatha Fanfic

[rita-repulsa-ke]

Hi I’m Rita and I write Killing Eve fanfic, almost all season one-centric. I’ll get around to doing something more proactive with this blog, maybe, but if anyone does see this, I am always up for talking about KE or the craft of writing in general. Also on bluesky as ritarepulsa.

I also write waaaay too much for Agatha All Along on tumblr.

AO3 link, if you would like to read the fanfic in question:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[vintricles]

free my girl she did all that and that’s what makes her such a compellingly complex character. that’s her essence

[notquiteaghost]

romance story you think is going to be a slow burn except character A suggests fake dating For Reasons and character B immediately responds, delighted, "holy shit you're in love with me" and then the actual relationship plot is A desperately trying to deny this because they have not been allowed their requisite several months to ease into the idea romance is on the cards here for real while B is like. yes i know you have issues, you're very repressed, im tragically into this, but sweetheart. darling. we could be kissing right now.

A keeps trying to bolt from the mortifying ordeal of being known and B keeps yelling no take backsies

[notquiteaghost]

like what if you are an insane person and you are in love with someone but due to being insane you want to try and soft launch dating them. maybe you are aware that's what you're doing maybe you aren't. but they know you very well and they see what you're doing immediately, and then call you out on it, because the dynamic here is repressed neurotic weirdo 4 obnoxious little shit. their willingness to see through you and then point out all the shit you were trying to hide is a big point of how you go to being in love with them in the first place. you regret it now

[rita-repulsa-ke]

Killing Eve/Dungeon Crawl Carl Mashup

Today in weird fandom mashups, I've been reading the dungeon crawler carl books and a friend got me thinking about putting everyone's favorite girls in that universe and so here is a short piece on that subject.

"So you're telling me that everyone in my world is dead except for a tiny handful of us who got tossed into some kind of bizarre fantasy dungeon to fight for the entertainment of alien reality TV?"

It was impressive, Villanelle thought, how Eve managed to say that whole sentence in one breath. She wasn't bothering with the conversation now that it was starting to go in circles. Instead she paced around the small room they were in and watched the man sitting at the table in front of Eve slowly nibble a—Villanelle was suddenly aware she didn't know what to call a single unit of sushi. Was it still a sushi? A su? A shi?

This was the kind of question she'd missed the opportunity to ask before, when there were more people who might have answered. Now there was only Eve, who probably wouldn't answer and almost certainly didn't know anyway.

"That's more or less right," the man answered as he ate his shi, in the bored tone of someone who'd answered some variant on this question multiple times already. "Now is there anything else you'd like to know? Say, something that might help you survive for more than five minutes?"

"How do I blow up whatever intergalactic empire is behind this?" Eve demanded and she was very pretty, wasn't she, righteous with fury, blood-stained hands set firmly on her hips. Villanelle could almost imagine those hands on her own hips, except for one small problem.

The blood on those hands was mostly hers.

The man—for a value—flinched and looked away from his food, up toward Eve. "Now don't be rash," he said, shaking his head and actually, he wasn't looking at her—he was looking above her, the way people did when they knew someone else was watching. "And don't say things like that if you like being alive. Listen, my success and therefore my chances of promotion depends on you at least surviving the first floor—"

"I know you," Villanelle interrupted. "I mean, the person you are looking like. But I cannot place you—a celebrity or—"

Eve spun to look at her, face lit with an incandescent fury. "Bill." Villanelle's lack of recognition must have shown in her expression because somehow Eve managed to look angrier and also just a little like she might cry. "My boss. The one you killed??"

Bill took another bite of sushi ('bite' was a good way to get around the earlier linguistic problem). "You know, my wife used to make this for me and I never appreciated it when I was ali—"

The box of sushi went flying, which happened because Eve hit it with her hand. It hit the far wall with surprising force, echoing something Villanelle had noticed the moment they'd arrived.

They were stronger down here than they had been before. She had noticed it in herself, but it looked like it was also true of Eve.

Not that it mattered, because she did not need to be very strong to kill Eve.

Which was something she was very much planning on doing, because minutes before the world ended, Eve had stabbed her. Seconds before the world ended, she had been stumbling through the streets of Paris in more pain than she'd known was possible and then every building around her had been flattened as though a giant hand had slammed down on top of it. A head, propelled from somewhere, had flown by so close it grazed her nose and just as she was adjusting to that near-miss and wondering how much blood loss could make you hallucinate, a massive portal had sprung up at her feet.

And then she'd heard Eve calling her name from somewhere not very far behind her and she didn't know what was going on with the buildings or flying heads but she was not going to get stabbed again, so she stepped straight through the portal and out into another world.

"You're some kind of snake-monkey thing," Eve was saying now in that other world, leaning close enough to Bill to bite his nose off, which she looked about ready to do. "I saw you transform just as we walked in here. Stop it! Stop fucking looking like him!"

"You are being very loud right now," Villanelle said, which did not seem to make any happier. Maybe she was just perpetually grumpy.

"Don't start," Eve sank down at the table across from "Bill", her head in her hands—in her hair. "I can't...deal with this. I can't. Do you even understand what is happening here?"

Villanelle hesitated, then puffed out her cheeks and blew out a long sigh of air, coming over to sit next to the woman she was definitely going to be killing soon and patting her on the back. "Yes, Eve, I understand what is happening. I understand that a lot of people are dead but—" Villanelle reached over to put two fingers under Eve's chin, turning the other woman to look at her properly. That was a mistake, because that meant she was looking into Eve's eyes, which was a little like being stabbed but maybe in a good way. "We, me and you? We are still alive. And we are going to stay that way."

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[guiltfactory]

the "my favorite character did nothing wrong" mindset is completely unappealing to me because i love thinking about all the things my favorite characters did wrong

[mivamoon]

[saturnvs]

villanelle's happy place

[rita-repulsa-ke]

On Omegaverse

Lilia is an Alpha, intended to lead a pack that's long gone.

Alice is an Omega whose heat suppressants always fail at the worst possible time.

Jen is a Beta who uses her own brand of artificial pheromones to alternate between #GirlBoss Alpha and tender, feminine Omega, depending on what is more popular on social media that week.

Billy is an Alpha, stop saying he's Omega-coded, why do people always say that??

Tommy's new body is a Beta, whatever the old one would have been.

Nicky never got a chance to find out.

Wanda can't imagine why that—or anything else—matters anymore.

Natasha's is a highly-guarded secret from even her closest friends.

Rio is literally Death but at least metaphorically an Omega.

Agatha is definitely not a Beta, she'll tell you that for free, she has had so many heats or ruts or whatever they are in her day and they were all great, thank you very much.

[maskdoll]

kicking my feet and giggling like a schoolgirl in love to myself while muttering "i'm going to kill you. i'm going to fucking kill you"

[wolfgangleblanc]

Jodie Comer sketch.

[rita-repulsa-ke]

What Agatha Says

Agatha has a problem with saying "I love you", the problem being that she won't say it. That hurts Rio's feelings, frustrates her, she likes those words so much.

Still, there are other things Agatha says.

"All right, I give up, help me with this ritual."

"You're forgetting to breathe again."

"It's not exactly a scam!"

"What kind of plant is this?"

"So what, exactly, happens when I die?"

"Does this dress look better on or off me?"

"...I got you flowers. But don't make a fuss about it."

"Come to bed."

"Wake up, we have to get going. ...Fine, ten more minutes. I can't believe an incarnation of the natural order sleeps so late."

"Dance with me, Lady Death."

"Kiss me."

"Don't let go. Promise you won't let go."

Agatha has a problem with saying "I love you", but Rio has learned to hear it anyway.

[prokopetz]

Enemies-to-lovers pairing who spend a few years trying to make it work as a couple, then mutually agree to go back to trying to kill each other for real because it's hotter that way.

[silima]

We have to make more lesbian art right now

[kijimha]

just because you havent seen me post about The Character in a while doesn't mean i'm any less insane about them in private

[space-sweetheart]

I love people who have specific characters that are their "no one understands this character like me. not even the writers." because they're genuinely not joking. the way they understand those specific characters is so profound that it'll change your entire veiw.

[saltoncity]

girl is that a knife in your hand or are you jerking off your sharp detachable penis in my stomach