[reputation2017]

V with the pink wig.

[thesilverstaganddoe]

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

I know it’s been forever like really forever, but I finally posted a new chapter....

Rating: Explicit.

[obsessedwithginger]

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[humanveil]

KILLING EVE (2018—) 3x8 Are You Leading or Am I?

[thesilverstaganddoe]

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[his-thursday-angel]

[killingvillaneve]

- “I actually had just left the gym, and took my bag out of the locker, and there was a load of messages from friends and family saying congratulations. So that is actually how I found out. I completely was unaware that it was happening this morning, so I think it was kind of a nice surprise. [Laughs]”

[killingvillaneve]

25

25. Wet kisses after finding refugee from the rain.

-

Eve’s less than thrilled when she pushes the door of the grocery store open, bags in her hands, and she runs straight into Villanelle.

Villanelle is, without a doubt, beyond thrilled.

“Eve!”

“Villanelle,” Eve says.

“No need to act so excited to see me,” Villanelle says before looking Eve up and down.

Eve wishes she would’ve been wearing something nicer; she’s in her old gray sweatpants from college, worn down and barely staying together, and a sweatshirt that’s easily two sizes too big for her, most likely one Niko left when he moved out.

“No, no, it’s not that I just,” Eve gestures to her clothes, “am not really fit to be talking to people.”

Eve gives a self-deprecating laugh, and Villanelle narrows her eyes more focused on Eve than before.

“I think it’s cute,” Villanelle says before turning on her heels and walking the other way.

“Bye?”

Villanelle turns around and gives Eve her best exasperated face, “I assumed you would just follow me.”

Eve debates her options.

Follow Villanelle to do God knows what with her or go back home and sit on her couch for the rest of the day drinking wine.

“You know what they say about assuming,” Eve says as she begins to follow Villanelle anyways.

“Only do it if you know you’re right?”

Eve laughs as she catches up to Villanelle.

“No, that assuming makes an ass out of you and me.”

Villanelle turns towards her, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk.

“What?”

“That’s what they say about assuming.”

“Who is they, Eve?”

“I - I don’t know?”

“I don’t get it.”

“Well, with the way assume is spelled, it makes an ass out of -”

“Oh. Huh, well that’s stupid, and I never assume incorrectly.”

“Are you sure?”

Villanelle gets a wicked grin on her face before she leans in closer to Eve to whisper in her ear, “You followed me anyway, didn’t you.”

“Jesus.”

-

Eve had followed Villanelle all the way to an upscale restaurant that she could easily never afford without saving a year’s pay, and even then getting in would be dodgy.

Villanelle had told her to order whatever she wanted, had bought the most expensive wine, and had managed to make Eve feel like the only girl in the world the entire time.

As they leave the restaurant, Villanelle holds the door open for Eve, and she swoons even harder.

“Was that a good meal, Eve?”

Eve debates on her answer because while she knows objectively the food was absolutely amazing and better than any meal she’s had in a long time, she doesn’t want to give Villanelle the satisfaction of knowing that, but honestly, honestly, Eve’s tired of pretending and tired of acting like this isn’t what she wants or what she loves, so she answers honestly.

“That was the best meal I’ve had in an incredibly long time.”

And if Villanelle’s smile isn’t reward enough for the honesty Eve doesn’t know what is because the grin that spreads across her face at Eve’s answer is bright enough to light up a million cities easily.

“I am so glad you liked it!”

“So, what now?”

Eve doesn’t know why she asked that she knows logically what should be next is her going home and putting away the groceries that she’s been carrying this entire time and not spending time with a fucking assassin who turned her life upside but who is she kidding? She’s never been able to resist Villanelle.

“I will help you carry these,” Villanelle says as she takes one of the bags from Eve’s hands, “back to your place, and then you will watch a movie with me.”

“Okay,” Eve says because who is she to argue with Villanelle.

They start the short walk back to Eve’s place in silence, but not a weird, stilted silence, preferably a comfortable one that seems more like the hesitant walk of young lovers after a date rather than the one of an assassin and the agent who was meant to catch her. 

After a few minutes, Villanelle stops suddenly and turns towards Eve, “I had fun,” she pauses and suddenly seems small and unsure of herself, Eve doesn’t think Villanelle has ever looked this nervous, “did you?”

“I did, we should do it again,” Eve finds herself saying without even thinking.

Villanelle smiles and begins to walk again.

They stay silent for another few minutes when out of nowhere, Eve hears thunder.

“Was that - ”

“Hmm, yes it was,” Villanelle says and Eve should find it disconcerting that Villanelle can finish her sentences, but instead she finds it oddly adorable and comforting.

“Hopefully we can make it back to my place before it starts raining,” Eve responds except right as she says that the rain starts.

It begins as a gentle trickle, a light mist barely ghosting their skin.

“Come on, let’s hurry up, Eve.”

Villanelle then proceeds to grab Eve’s hand and drag her along with her and Eve really doesn’t know the point of that because if anything they are going slower than before but who is she to argue when Villanelle’s hand feels so right in her own.

They make it another few blocks or so before it begins to really pour.

It starts suddenly out of nowhere and gives no forewarning, it turns from a slow rain to an intense storm within seconds.

“Goddammit!”

“What’s wrong, Villanelle?”

“I just had my hair done! The rain is ruining it!”

Eve laughs, honest to God laughs because Villanelle might be a ruthless assassin who acts like she doesn’t give a shit about anyone or anything but of course she cares about her hair.

“Don’t laugh at me, Eve. This is horrible!”

Eve continues to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness that has become her life, a year ago she would have been walking home with groceries heading back to Niko, but now she’s walking down the street with someone she was supposed to find who’s killed her best friend but she’s laughing nonetheless because Villanelle is just that fucking special.

The rain continues to pour down harder and harder than it was the second before.

It’s then that Eve spots an awning over the entrance of a closed shop.

“Are you really that worried about your hair?”

“Yes! It is beautiful, Eve!”

Eve snickers and begins to run off towards the dry spot, already soaked to the bone.

“Come on!” Eve yells as she runs off.

Eve hears Villanelle yell her name as she’s standing underneath the awning and she simply smiles.

Villanelle begins to hurry towards her, towards safety and warmth, running through the rain, looking like a complete goddess.

“You are the worst,” Villanelle yells as she runs through the storm.

Eve only laughs as Villanelle approaches the canopy.

Villanelle finally reaches her and steps into her space, and it’s only then that Eve realizes what a truly small space it covers.

“Hi,” Villanelle says softly.

“Hey,” Eve replies.

Villanelle is only inches away from Eve, and Eve has never felt more alive.

“Thank you for the meal, Villanelle.”

“You’re welcome, any time, Eve. I mean it,” Villanelle responds eyes dropping to Eve’s lips.

Eve wants to think of an answer, wants to respond cleverly to Villanelle but she can’t. She can’t think when Villanelle is only inches from her and smells as good as she does and is staring at her lips.

And Eve isn’t sure what possess her, what makes her take the plunge and do it, but something in the way Villanelle responds, or the way Villanelle looks at her makes her surge forward and connect their lips.

Eve kisses Villanelle, and it tastes like rainwater and wetness and a storm, but it’s absolutely perfect.

Villanelle is thrown off at first but after a few seconds pushes back and kisses Eve too.

Eve threads her hands through Villanelle’s soaking wet hair and pulls her closer, desperately wanting to be as close as possible to the woman she was kissing.

Villanelle takes a minuscule step forward fully pressing Eve against the dry wall and slips her tongue inside Eve’s mouth.

Eve embraces Villanelle’s move forward and pulls Villanelle even closer, getting impossibly near to her.

The kiss is wet and aggressive but also soft and everything Eve has ever wanted in a kiss.

She can taste the rain on Villanelle’s lips, and she absolutely loves every second of it.

Eve pulls back for a split second, separates herself from Villanelle’s enchanting lips to say, “Take me home, Villanelle.”

[hallownest-archive-deactivated2]

imo the best way to interpret those “real people don’t do x” writing advice posts is “most people don’t do x, so if a character does x, it should be a distinguishing trait.” human behavior is infinitely varied; for any x, there are real people who do x. we can’t make absolute statements. we can, however, make probabilistic ones.

for example, most people don’t address each other by name in the middle of a casual conversation. if all your characters do that, your dialogue will sound stilted and unnatural. but if just one character does that, then it tells us something about that character.

[jauntylittlefrillyboy]

[feuer-bluete]

I feel called out…

[dailyvillanelle]

#this scene is truly something else…. #a really underrated moment from it is how softly villanelle said ‘it’s okay’ in the third gif #like???? #eve just turns her into a marshmallow huh? #also you gotta love how ready she was in the last gif #you couldn’t tell her she wasn’t about to get some #i have to laugh…. #‘i know what i’m doing’ oh we know #bruised and bloody face and all #she was really gonna try and give eve the time of her life while looking a mess #that’s another reason why you got stabbed love #wash your face first next time #eve said she was hygienic :(((

[heliconn-art]

[heliconn-art]

[liliesflowers]

An eye for an eye, is blind man’s rule

[platinumpratt]

who else is happy with the finale? i mean, how boring would it have been if they got together in the second season? it would’ve been ooc and anticlimactic to say the least; im here for the delicious torture of a slow burn and all the angst.

[renidrag]

I just wanna know who does villanelle’s hair

Like does she have a hairdresser that she always goes to bc it’s so hard to find someone good but I can’t imagine her making enough small talk to bond with a stylist that she sees every 8 weeks or whatever but then also she’s not NOT getting her hair done frequently and well if it looks like that

Maybe she goes to a really expensive place where you can pay them to not talk to you and everyone is good but just the idea of V in a hair salon is hysterical. What is the truth

[universalfanfic]

writing advice: never italicize words to show emphasis! if you’re writing well then the reader will know and you don’t need them!

me: oh really??? listen up, pal, you can just try an pull italics from my cold, dead fingers

[alyxrae]

I feel this on a spiritual level.