An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It’s still the weekend, so this counts as on time/on schedule.
In the future, remind me never to write from only a single character’s perspective ever again. This is unnecessarily complicated for an ensemble cast in a four act story.
Chapters: 21/?
Fandom: Killing Eve (TV 2018), Killing Eve
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Eve Polastri/Villanelle | Oksana Astankova, Eve Polastri & Villanelle | Oksana Astankova, Eve Polastri/Niko Polastri
Characters: Eve Polastri, Villanelle | Oksana Astankova, Niko Polastri, Bill Pargrave
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Student/Teacher, Vampire Villanelle | Oksana Astankova, Alternate Universe - Vampire, killing eve/twilight au nobody asked for, Masturbation, Infidelity, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Tribadism, Angst, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Blood, Cunnilingus, Suicide, Child Death, Child Murder, Murder, Mentions of Suicide, Broken Bones, Blood Loss, Canon-Typical Violence, Injury, Major Character Injury, Not Beta Read
Summary:
The Killing Eve/Twilight AU no one wanted. I let ChatGPT* write the summary based on my outline. It is exactly as trashy as I had hoped:
"In Forks, Washington, high school teacher Eve becomes infatuated with the mysterious Vasiliev-Martens family, particularly with the rebellious Villanelle. As she navigates the boundaries of mentorship and desire, Eve's obsession threatens to unravel her life and unearth dark secrets in the seemingly peaceful town."
* I've gotten several comments and direct messages about this. Please re-read the above statement. This fic has not been written using an AI tool. The only AI-generated content here is the two-sentence quote above. It's a joke about how this story is a bad idea, so I used a bad, AI-generated blurb to advertise it. We good?
an alternate ending to the finale (4x08), picking up right after eve dances and villanelle kills the 12.
or
carolyn’s dead + they made it out alive…
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Eve was free. With music from a wedding blasting in the background, she was finally staring at her , the love of her life, her future, her Villanelle.
They had done it. Well, Villanelle insists it was all her, but both of them knew that they needed each other to finish the job. And they still need each other. Villanelle heads out of the hallway and towards the patio outside of the boat. Eve stops her and grabs her arm to pull her back.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Killing Eve (TV 2018)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Eve Polastri/Villanelle | Oksana Astankova
Characters: Eve Polastri, Villanelle | Oksana Astankova
Additional Tags: I decided Villanelle should have a pet, chaotic murder wives being chaotic but cute and soft, chinchillas!, a short bit of insanity
Summary:
“It is not a rat,” Villanelle said in the same calm tone. Her eyes lit up slowly. “It’s a chinchilla!”
She passed Eve and went towards the bathroom. Eve blinked. The bags slid further down her already-sagging arms. She let them drop on the floor with little care, stumbling over them to catch up with her girlfriend.
The best thing about the Kiss is that Eve initiated it, if Villanelle would have done it the song would be about Eve questioning (again) her feelings, about the fact that she is in love with a psycho.
But this time is Villanelle the one questioning herself, because she spent the last six months thinking that Eve didn’t love her, and that she was better without her, she tried so hard to move on, to make herself believe that she didn’t need Eve to feel something, Eve was dead anyway so it was easier.
But Eve is alive and Villanelle wanted to see her so badly, it didn’t matter all the effort she put She couldn't stop thinking about her, but still she wanted to go with an attitude of “Ah, you are alive, I didn’t notice since I am doing great” she wanted to show Eve power and dominance
You've got this strange effect on me, and I like it.
And she got the reaction she was looking for, Eve was furious, but Villanelle took control fast and was so happy with herself, she put Eve down so easily and even had the guts to assure her dominance.
But Eve kissed her and everything changed, because not even in her wildest dreams she imagined that, she couldn’t handle it, it was too much too fast, she lost the control and had to run fast.
And I like the way you kiss me, don't know if I should
All the questions hit Villanelle so fast, What was that? Eve rejected her, she told her she didn’t love her, Why she kissed her now?, she had her eyes open she knew what she was doing, it was fast, it was furious and it was perfect
But this feeling, It’s love and I know it, that's why I feel good.
But she knows the answer, this is love, there is no other explanation.
Hiiiii this took me. forever. I apologize for that! but here it is! I haven’t decided how i really feel about it honestly, so please let me know what you think!!! this is a little post-bridge scene <3
The sign outside the diner flickered slightly as they walked in, silently searching for a corner to hide away in. It was late, sometime after two a.m., but a few people were there nonetheless, a group of twenty-somethings clearly still drunk, a man with two kids who looked like they’d been stuck in a car together for hours, a trucker drinking a cup of coffee and reading a newspaper by himself, mumbling along to the classic rock quietly playing from the jukebox. They sank into their own faded red booth seats on opposite sides of a small table, eyes flickering across the menu without actually comprehending anything.
“I am scared of losing you, Eve.” Villanelle said, her voice quiet, eyes still bouncing around the menu as if the answer to her problems would be listed with the sides.
“You told me to walk away, you didn’t want me to turn back.” Eve’s eyebrows pulled together.
“You said you wanted it to stop. I told you how to do that. I learned my lesson with you, I tried to force you to love me, all it did was make you hate me. The only thing worse than letting you go would be you hating me because I wouldn’t.”
They fell silent for a moment, Eve biting at her bottom lip, the confession was soft, her voice barely loud enough for Eve to hear at all, if it weren’t for the way Villanelle looked as if she was holding back tears, she wouldn’t be certain she hadn’t imagined the whole thing. How did she respond to that? How did she explain that she couldn’t imagine anything besides Villanelle? In a million little ways, every moment of her day was spent thinking about what Villanelle would be doing if she were there, what she was doing wherever she was. She was sorting out her thoughts, nearly ready to say something, anything really, when-
“What can I get you ladies to drink tonight? Our midnight special is free coffee with any meal.” An older woman, her hair black with white streaked randomly throughout, asked them, her voice coarse but kind.
“Um, I’ll just have some water, thanks.” Eve answered, wanting to talk to the woman in front of her.
“The same for me, thank you.” Villanelle said, not looking away from Eve, trying to figure out how she felt, any hint of where this was going.
“Villanelle, you shot me. I’ve accepted at this point that no matter how hard I try I’ll never be able to hate you. No matter what I’m doing I can’t help but think that I’d rather be doing it with you. I’ve finally moved past it, gotten over the fact that it’s absolutely batshit crazy. I can’t bring myself to care anymore.” Eve let the words fumble out of her mouth, her hands reaching across and intertwining her fingers with the assassin’s. She wasn’t sure where they went from here, they’d never done this before, agreed that they both lo- cared for each other. It was new ground, what were they supposed to do if they weren’t killing each other?
“Do you want to skip out of here? We can get takeaway; my hotel isn’t far from here.” Villanelle offered, desperately wanting to be somewhere private with Eve.
“That sounds perfect.”
They decided to walk, the cold air bringing them both back to earth as they made their way to an Indian place Villanelle swore was the best in town. It was quiet, both women trying to figure out how this worked, how they should act when they weren’t pretending to hate each other. They stepped inside their second restaurant for the night, Villanelle ordering enough to feed them both for a week.
“Who is going to eat all that?” Eve laughed, shooting an apologetic look to the man about to cook a feast at three in the morning.
“Mostly me, but I think I ordered enough for both of us.” Villanelle answered genuinely, a smile on her face.
“You think?”
The banter flowed easily again, just as it always had, the women chatting on the walk back to the hotel. Eve enjoyed the way her cheeks heated despite the cold as they laughed.
“This is us.” Villanelle announced, stepping into a dimly lit hotel lobby, throwing a passing smile towards the barely awake woman behind the counter. Once they were in the room, Eve realized that they would have to acknowledge what happened eventually, what they’d said and what they should do about it. She was trying to think of what to say when she looked up and saw Villanelle looking between several different containers of food, her tongue just barely sticking out from between her teeth as she tried to decide what to eat first. She realized, suddenly, that she needed to be kissing Villanelle, should have kissed her in the diner, or on the bridge, should have kissed her a million times.
So, she did. She made her way over to Villanelle and ran her fingers into golden strands of hair, thumbs stroking over still-pink cheeks, and kissed her. Villanelle didn’t miss a beat, immediately melting into the action. Her hands landing on Eve’s hips, fingers digging into soft skin. One of them moaned, Eve was pretty sure it had been her, but they hadn’t so much as stopped for air, their bodies pressed impossibly close together, whimpers and sighs blending together.
Villanelle smiled as they pulled apart for air, their foreheads pressed together, “I suppose the food can wait.”
Eve raised her eyebrows and smiled. “But it’s your turn now.” She was still trying to catch her breath from her orgasm.
Villanelle looked surprised and very pleased at the same time. “Is it?”
Eve raised her hands to take hold of Villanelle’s hips and then moved her backwards towards the bed.Then with a commanding shove Villanelle dropped down to the bed letting out a small “umph,” as she bounced back.
Those hazel eyes, framed from a grin, starred up at Eve with expectation.
Eve did her best to act confident, but in truth she was feeling a tad insecure. Villanelle had after all just given her one of the best orgasm she has even had. She hoped she could do the same in return.
She slipped from her pants which were still in their half on half off state. Once this was done she crawled up the bed to meet Villanelle. Then she made quick work of Villanelle’s shows and pants tossing them to the side, not really caring where they landed.
Then up she moved to give Villanelle to plan kisses on her chest, jaw and finally her lips. Her kiss was so divine and filled with longing. But Eve wanted more, and she knew Villanelle did as well. So she sat back on her legs and spread Villanelle’s legs wide opening up quite a wondrous view.
Once she saw Villanelle’s waiting and wet pussy she knew she had to touch it. She her fingers took a curious stroke through the folds.
However, this was not enough for Villanelle who let out a groan of frustration. “Please, Eve. I need you to fuck me.”
This was the encouragement she needed. Eve locked eyes with the younger woman and shuddered at the dark desire she saw there. “Fuck,” she breathed. Then without another thought two fingers entered Villanelle’s heat.
Instantly, Villanelle’s head rolled back onto the pillow behind her. “Yes,” she whined out.
This mesmerized Eve. She kept a close watch on Villanelle’s beautiful face for her reactions as she pumped in and out of her. Her hazel eyes closed and she bit her lip, which made Eve shudder once more.
“So good baby,” Villanelle grinned.
Yet, just using her fingers was still not enough for Eve. She, going once again with her gut, went down on her knees and covered Villanelle’s pussy with her mouth while still using her fingers.
“God,” gasped Villanelle. “Keep going,” she commanded grabbing a fist full of Eve’s thick curls.
Eve was more than willing to oblige. She kissed the area where she knew the clit to be before giving it a hard lick. Her tongue explored the area a bit flicking over the clit several times. She had loved the taste of Villanelle’s lips, yet this was paradise. This was a whole new world of divine that Eve was sure she would never get enough of. Eve wanted to sample everything Villanelle had to offer.
“I’m c-close. God i’m so wet,” Villanelle smirked with a slight shake of her body.
So Eve sucked and licked away as if it was a profession, a calling, and a mission.
“Eve, I-.” But the words got lost as Villanelle’s began to arch. Her body shook and her mouth opened in a silent cry.
Eve looked on in amazement as she continued to work. She wanted to make sure she got Villanelle stimulated all the way through the orgasm.
Finally, when it was over Villanelle used the hand that had been holding eve’s hair to cup her face which was still between her legs. She panted for a moment trying to catch her breathe, before saying, “It’s not like this with other people.”
They don’t know it (yet) but they are stuck and destined to repeat the same 84 hours over and over again. And there is no escape. They don’t know it yet. they never do.
