Let me see what spring is like – Chapter 1 – MinaMauveine – Away (TV 2020) [Archive of Our Own]

Let me see what spring is like – Chapter 1 – MinaMauveine – Away (TV 2020) [Archive of Our Own]

Tell Me – dollsome – Killing Eve (TV 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

Tell Me – dollsome – Killing Eve (TV 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

killing eve 4.01: a concept

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  • we open up back on the bridge! eve and villanelle are Full Gazing! they start walking toward each other! (eve steps first.) their paces quicken! finally, we see them nearing each other in a wide shot, breathless, finally close enough to touch–
  • we cut to eve’s flat, where they are awkwardly tucked up in bed together, staring at the ceiling with hilarious expressions of distress, not making a single move. there are Too Many Feels. they are paralyzed. now that there has never been a better logistical opportunity to jump each other’s bones, they are Overcome and Cannot.
  • villanelle, valiantly fighting against the awkward silence: “thanks for letting me borrow your toothbrush.”
  • “i didn’t.”
  • “oh. (beat) eve, i borrowed your toothbrush.”
  • cut to title card!
  • eve and villanelle figure out real quick that they have to DISAPPEAR because THE TWELVE’S PISSED about villanelle’s slight disregard for following orders recently.
  • carolyn helps them find a place to hide in, like, some podunk super quaint off-the-radar english village.
  • that’s right! we’re going villaneve bottle episode! other characters, we’ll see you later in the season! (thanks for serving up some undeniably exquisite snark in your brief appearance, carolyn.)
  • fake?? marrieds?????? (eve is the one to initiate the scheme when it briefly breaks villanelle’s brain as a concept when someone thinks eve is her wife. villanelle’s brain is tired right now and can only handle so much. eve polastri: the boss of fake marrieds-ing is a concept that i would follow into hell.)
  • eve is very ‘…’ about quaint village life and expecting a hot fuzz style plot twist at every turn. villanelle is tickled as hell that people actually live like this.
  • villanelle ponders what she might be now that she’s not a devastatingly talented assassin. we get a lot of hilarious content of her trying various things.
  • “maybe i am meant to be a birdwatcher.”
  • “are you serious?”
  • “what?”
  • “is … is anyone meant to be a birdwatcher?”
  • (cut to eve and villanelle toting around binoculars and a bird watcher’s manual. there’s definitely a bit where the binoculars are around eve’s neck and villanelle grabs them to look through them and eve’s like ARGH but also fond.)
  • there’s a lot of attempts at baking. they may get somewhat violent. but villanelle is going to BAKE A CAKE for her FAKE WIFE/REAL SOULMATE, dammit!
  • they get to know their neighbors, a nice lady and her no-good husband who gradually reveals himself to be an abusive asshole of the highest order. he is probably really suspicious of eve and villanelle and feels like they’re Up To No Good.
  • there’s a bit where villanelle’s chopping wood for the fireplace and eve’s like “NOPE!” at the sight of an ax and villanelle’s like, “oops, maybe i should not have manipulated the love of my life into committing ax murder. it seemed like such a good idea at the time!” because, you know. they’ve got some issues to work out. this episode should be a festival of cute shenanigans AND harrowing pain.
  • eventually stuff with Horrible Abusive Neighbor Guy gets so terrible that his wife is in some serious danger, and eve and villanelle swoop in to try to help her. villanelle has assured the wife that if things ever get bad, just call her, She Can Help. this seems a little hard to comprehend about a cheerful weirdo birdwatcher chick, but when stuff gets dire, the wife goes for it.
  • this definitely turns into eve and villanelle, like, impromptu murdering this dude. not on purpose! it just kind of has to happen through the course of events!
  • and as soon as this dude has been triumphantly shuffled off this mortal coil in some gross weird way that he earned, villanelle starts to get that Gleam in her eyes again. “combat baby” by metric probably starts playing because what is “combat baby” by metric for if not this exact situation??
  • she and eve lock eyes, breathing heavy, absolutely In The Sexy Murder Zone
  • and then they FLY into each other’s arms and just go absolutely wild.
  • (now they have a new purpose in life!! killing shitty people to help not-shitty people! there’s SO a market for that! they are basically batman! eve doesn’t have to be a god damn birdwatcher!! huzzah!)
  • (and so begins our season of trying to defeat the twelve and also, you know, do some Morally Upstanding Assassin-ing on the side. and jumping each other’s bones a lot. a lot.)

god can you imagine Sandra oh and Jodie Comer performing the lines dollsome come up with? We need to advise on a plan to get them in the writer’s room asap

It would be so good. @dollsome-does-tumblr‘s dialogue and romancy build, someone else adding the little Twelve bits around it. We need to get her on there.

And to anyone else who hasn’t read them yet, I get it, it’s tough to start fics for shows that are already giving you good canon content, especially when the voices are so distinct and difficult to get right, but you’re missing out if you don’t read these:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/dollsome/pseuds/dollsome/works?fandom_id=22762029

Understanding – dollsome – Killing Eve (TV 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

Understanding – dollsome – Killing Eve (TV 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

fic: no strings to bind your hands (eve/villanelle)

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no strings to bind your hands – Killing Eve; Eve/Villanelle; 1,500 words. Eve and Villanelle dress up for Halloween.

Read it: [AO3]

“Isn’t this a little on the nose?” Eve says. “I mean, totally backwards. But also on the nose.”

“What do you mean?” Villanelle demands.

Eve surveys their reflections in the smudged hotel room mirror. When they’d been hired to take out a mark at Prague’s hottest costume party on Halloween, she hadn’t thought much about the costume part. She was puzzling out a way to kill a shitty rich powerful man and make it look like an accident.

(Un)fortunately, her partner has costumes covered.

Eve has been trying to get Villanelle to understand the beauty of a budget. Now that they’re a freelance assassinating-shitty-powerful-men team of two, they can’t Marie Antoinette their way through Europe anymore. She’d been so busy trying to find a hotel that was cheap while not crossing the line all the way over to You might get murdered in your sleep here! that she’d forgotten to tell Villanelle not to go fucking nuts on costumes.

To be fair, that’s on Eve. Villanelle has never been able to resist a costume. Eve knows this.

Right now, Villanelle is dressed in endless folds of white tulle with a pair of fluffy wings on her back and a Beyonce-style halo crown headband that makes her face look like the center of the sun. (Looking at her face is kind of like staring into the sun anyway: irresistible, likely to cause irrevocable damage.)

Meanwhile, Eve is wearing a slinky red dress that she never would have glanced at twice on her own. Way too Jessica Rabbit. Her headband has two little red devil horns on top, each horn covered in sparkly red rhinestones. (God, they’d better be rhinestones.) Her hair falls down past her shoulders. Villanelle insisted, of course.

“It’s classic,” Villanelle says, slinging an arm over Eve’s shoulders like they’re posing for a picture together.  “Good versus evil.”

Eve snorts. “And you’re good?”

“Obviously,” Villanelle says, and blows a kiss to her own reflection.

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She doesn’t think Val will remember. It was said in passing, a moment of misspoken hilarity in the middle of tense family drama, surely forgotten in the wake of the immediate news that followed that Lucia and Jacobo were safe. 

But Juls remembers everything about those first days of getting to know Val. She remembers every word, every laugh, every touch that led up to her heart falling so hopelessly in love. She remembers that feeling of contented joy, at being able to coax a laugh from Val again, despite all the stress and anxiety she was feeling, and Juls knew she wanted to spend her entire life trying to get Val to laugh like that again. 

So when summer starts to come to a close and she looks at her calendar to see that September 14th lands on a Saturday, Juls can’t help it. Her lip starts to curl upwards as an idea starts to form. Because look— Juls kind of agrees with Val: February 14 is a made up holiday designed to make people in relationships spend extra money. But the idea behind it, of picking a random day to show how much you appreciate the person you love? Juls can get behind that. 

So she makes her plans. 

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