#Carolyn martens fic

[cissyenthusiast010155]

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.

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“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… 😏

Carolyn Martens Masterlist

[aziraphales-library]

Hello dear mods ! I read a fic but now I cant find it , so it was basically a killing eve au where crowley is an assassin (vilanelle) and aziraphale is an agent from m15 (eve) and i remember for a fact that crowley is gender fluid and it was a series , I think ? That consisted of two fics. I'd be ever so grateful if you could find it

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Killing Adam and Eve by orphan_account (M)

Ezra Fell really likes assassins, far more than any of his coworkers think is healthy. But his obsession comes in handy when investigating the newest psychopathic contract killer Anthony. What happens when these people from two opposing worlds find some ineffable connection?

But here are a couple more Killing Eve AUs for anyone interested...

die for you in secret by parentaladvisorybullshitcontent (T)

“You killed that dignitary. They made me look at the crime scene photos, they think I have some sort of – some sort of hold over you-" “You do,” Crowley says, voice low and urgent.

hiss hiss sweet serpent by LeilaKalomi (E)

Crowley—Anthony Crowley—has dreamed all his life of being like James Bond. Unfortunately, life at the Home Office isn't as exciting as he'd thought it would be...until, he hears that Carolyn Martens of the Russia desk needs an MI5 connection to help track an intriguing man suspected of being a part of the notorious international gang, the Angels. Could Crowley be the right man for the job? Or will this be his downfall?

- Mod D

[wearevillaneve]

Eve of Destruction - Conclusion: Entre Nous.

One hundred heads turned and riveted their attention to a small, yet oddly intimidating Asian woman with a magnificent mane of hair and a reputation for killing members of their group with ruthless efficiency. They did not know much about her beyond this and that her name was Eve and she was the beloved of the most dangerous assassin that The Twelve had groomed. “You may not want us to lead you, but trust me when I tell you there is no one else who can.    There is no one coming through the door that can do for you what we cannot.” “There is no Helene coming through that door.” 

“There is no Lars coming through that door.“ “There is no goddamn Dasha or Raymond coming through that door!”

“And there is no damn chance Carolyn Martens is coming through that door because I personally sent that bitch to hell.”

One hundred heads were riveting their eye and ear on everything the angry Asian woman uttered.  Yet one hundred heads were carefully sliding one eye sideways to the serene Russian woman who was saying nothing, looking at no one and seemingly mildly amused by the whole proceedings. 

“Here is the long and short of it.  WE are running The Twelve now.  There will be no discussion, no debate and no decision to be made,”  Eve snarled with venomous contempt.  “We will provide you with the leadership, the guidance, and the sense of purpose the fools we buried never did,”   the ex-MI5 agent shouted and shook her fist.   “We have a plan that will shake the world.  Not only our enemies, but before we are done, we will become a force to be reckoned with.”

The conclusion to what may (or may not) be my final Killing Eve fic. (illustrations by alig bello, audiododdy, and chenckino) A03 link.

[hurricanekid]

“What do you think of Carolyn being part of the Twelve?”

“Hm, probably likely.”

“If we’re taking them down,” Eve suggests, “we should save the best for last.”

“I don’t have a problem with that.”

AKA Two women, one camper van, and the hunt for the Twelve. A KE fix-it and rewrite (somewhat) of 408.

[topeve]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Killing Eve (TV 2018) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Eve Polastri/Villanelle | Oksana Astankova Characters: Eve Polastri, Villanelle | Oksana Astankova, Carolyn Martens Additional Tags: season finale fix-it, this is how it should have went, season four, Post-Season 4, AU kind of? Summary:

Eve doesn’t know where to begin. Actually, she does—by scrambling out of the cold water that is surely freezing each of her limbs into the unsalvageable territory.

The season four fix-it with a cohesive plot and lots of villaneve content.

Warning: season four finale spoilers.

[madamlegba]

If you’re down for canon-divergent and/or alternative endings, please give my work a chance.

Also, if you’re interested I’m looking for a beta as my English sometimes feels a little rusty. Either way, let me know what you think in the comments!

[larieves]

hugo!villanelle/eve - a harry potter au drabble

“Villanelle,” Eve realized, feeling goosebumps erupt along her spine.

Hugo smirked. He shrugged and when he spoke again it was with a subtle Russian inflection, “You are a clever woman, Eve Polastri.”

“You will be expelled for this. Using Polyjuice potion to transform into a professor-“

“Only if you tell on me, Eve. And you wouldn’t do that, would you? Not when we could have so much fun together.”

Villanelle/Hugo rounded on her with a somewhat menacing swagger.

“You’ve been wound so tight lately. Don’t you think you deserve to unwind? Cut loose a little?”

She was almost close enough to touch now, their breaths mingling. At this range, Eve could smell the the perfume on Hugo’s skin - entirely Villanelle, and intoxicating. Eve’s mind started to unravel a little.

“I can show you.”

“You’re a student, Villanelle. One of my students.”

“Not tonight. I’m just another colleague, boy wonder himself. Professor of Herbology, right? So boring. But it came down to him and Professor Martens, and-”

“Stop talking,” Eve squeezed her eyes shut, “God, this is fucked up.”

“You’re not saying no.”

“I-“

“I won’t force you.”

Eve seemed to freeze, stuck on the precipice of indecision.

“Eve,” she could feel the heat of a hand hovering around her elbow, hesitating to touch, voice almost unrecognizably soft and solicitous, “Did I make a mistake? Do you want me to leave?”

“No,” without opening her eyes, Eve clutched at his robes, steadying herself against the warm silk, feeling the flat chest against her knuckles, “Fuck. What am I doing.”

“I just want to make you feel good,” Villanelle whispered, the devil made flesh. “Let me help you, Eve.”

[air3d3lalm3na]

“And there’s no need to play the reluctant ingenue with me. Just save that for your husband. Tell him I “forced you to do it.” It’ll make it easier.”

- Carolyn, to Eve, with comments about finding V.

Did anyone else notice the incredibly suggestive subtext of this, what, half-joke comment in their conversation at the morgue in 2.01? Because, out of context, holy shit....

[genyathefirebird]

This is your badness level

killing eve x lilo & stitch crossover 

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To Villanelle's utmost displeasure, Lilo pulled out a notepad from the pile of papers beside her and began to outline the figure of a woman. She craned forward to see Lilo's handiwork and was surprised by the rough sketch of arms and legs wearing Villanelle's clothes, from her black leather jacket, right down to the golden rings on her hands. There was also a frowny face scrawled onto the circular head.

“This...is your badness level.”

Lilo grabbed a red pencil and drew a line skimming the top of Villanelle's head, cutting off her eyes and forehead from the rest of her body. With quick shading, she had coloured her in red all the way down to her strappy sandals. The she flipped the notepad around to display her artistic skills.

“It's a rough estimate. I read your file on the flight over, and I’m not going to lie, it's pretty high on the scale. But not the highest I've seen.”

Villanelle bristled at the thought that there was someone out there with a higher badness level, and wondered how much better at their job they were.

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[vicioustrumpetwailer]

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Killing Eve (TV 2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Eve Polastri/Villanelle | Oksana Astankova, Carolyn Martens/Eve Polastri, Carolyn Martens & Villanelle | Oksana Astankova, Villanelle | Oksana Astankova/Cristina Yang, Eve Polastri/Cristina Yang, Konstantin Vasiliev & Villanelle | Oksana Astankova Characters: Eve Polastri, Villanelle | Oksana Astankova, Carolyn Martens, Cristina Yang, Hélène (Killing Eve), Konstantin Vasiliev, Elena Felton, Helena (Orphan Black), Bear (Killing Eve), Jess (Killing Eve), Hugo (Killing Eve), Audrey (Killing Eve), Bor'ka (Killing Eve), Pytor (Killing Eve) Additional Tags: Prompt Fic, Killing Eve Week 2021, Prequel, Mentions of Orphan Black, Sestra, Comfort No Hurt, Idiots in Love, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sarah Manning-Freeform, Cosima Niehaus-Freeform, Hospitalization, Pupsik, Eve Polastri and Villanelle | Oksana Astankova in Alaska Summary:

Set 9 months after the Bridge, Eve and Villanelle are living together, completely and irrevocably in love, hiding from The Twelve, deep in the woods of Yakutat, Alaska. There is very little cell phone service and sparse human life for miles in every direction, and the girls have never been happier...that is, until a very unexpected cell phone call bursts their domestic bubble.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Carolyn Martens Masterlist

Mommy… Master List

Approach at your own risk… smut =* extra smutty =**

Series

Usual Terms Ch 1: Back in Town and Reunited

Ch 2: Under the Sheets*

One Shots

Carolyn Martens Appearance Appreciation

Somnophilia with Carolyn Martens*

Oh and I take Requests, so hit me up with your ideas 😉 Requests & Prompt-List

[robertfrobisherslover]

New fic!

a law just short of delusion

It's been a year since Kenny's death, and Carolyn has (not) coped well. Eve drops by, having kept her distance since what happened at Paul's, and tensions begin to rise as the two women wrestle towards an honest conversation.

Eve narrowed her eyes at her. “Are you going to take cheap shots at me all night?” she asked, already nosing into the tension that had yet to dissipate within the house.

“You broke into my home on the anniversary of my son’s murder,” Carolyn replied, rather more softly than she had intended for the accusation to come out, “I think I’m entitled to take a few ‘cheap shots’.”

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A character study of the enigmatic Carolyn Martens.

6,171 words, available on AO3. 

[wearevillaneve]

Eve of Destruction - Chapter Three: Eve Unchained

The dumbells clanked as Eve dropped them to the floor.   She grimaced as a twinge of pain ran up her arms and settled right between her shoulder blades.   Maybe she had done too many reps or lifted too much weight today?   

She bent over at the waist and put her hands on her knees.  Beads of sweat dribbled off her forehead and puddled at her feet.  Her sleeveless t-shirt was soaking wet.  Stiffly, she straightened up.  

Yeah, I definitely pulled something.  I could use a sauna and a massage.  Too bad there are no saunas on this army base or anyone to give me a massage.

Eve stretched and sucked in slow breaths of air through her nose.  She would have to settle for a long hot shower and then she’d be back at Villanelle’s bedside for the rest of the afternoon before doing her evening jog.    She walked over to the old floor mats and gazed into the mirror.

She flexed her bicep and smiled approvingly.  There was definitely some muscle there that hadn’t been there a few weeks ago.  As hard as she was working out, there certainly should be.  She was busting her butt to develop her core and upper body strength.

Carolyn deserved no less than her best effort.  

Ao3 link

(commissioned illustrations by Luna)

[villanevest]

you know what the ke fandom needs more of? more AU fic. like gimme some chaotic college au or coffee shop au or neighbors au

U are so right. Honestly hit me with ur suggestions.

I didn’t want to leave you waiting until any suggestions came in or my brain started working so here’s my totally lame, unsolicited and rushed dot-point take on a Villaneve in the film industry:

- Villanelle is a notoriously bratty but EXTREMELY talented actress

- like she’s a total costume thief and honestly kind of difficult to handle on set if Konstantin (her manager) isn’t around

- but she’s also a one-take wonder when she wants to be, she can just turn on the character, bam, nail it, then go back to the Kraft table and hoard doughnuts

- she starts out doing short films and indies and then swans right into big pictures in that way that almost NOBODY does, but she does

- it’s never occurred to Villanelle that everything wouldn’t fall into place for her, and it’s almost like through sheer force of confidence that it actually does.. people just don’t question her because she’s so obviously got It

- she’s all over the place, doing the most eclectic projects, bouncing from superhero flicks to deep dramas

- she’s a magazine darling bc she has the wildest fashion sense, but in interviews she’s chatty and conspiratorial and funny in this way that means you don’t really notice she hasn’t actually told you anything real about her until much later

- anyway Villanelle wraps the last block for her latest movie and then she’s herded off to London to do a music video with Sebastian, who she’s really not that fond of (she doesnt even listen to his songs)

- but Konstantin’s management group also reps him so she’s bribed into it

- Eve is a director (and aspiring screenwriter), and she’s good, she’s really fucking good, but she’s mostly stuck doing music videos that she’s not all that interested in because her boss Frank won’t cut her a break

- he always promises that “after this next one” he’ll send her through to one of his television buddies, but he never does

- “oh Eve, you’re too good here, just let it go”

- in her spare time, Eve’s writing a TV series, and it’s Ready, and having something she’s happy with and passionate about just makes the sets she’s on seem even more stagnant

- Kenny, an AD she’s had on a couple of projects (who is Very Supportive of her show idea), is the son of Carolyn Martens, who is like THE head of creative development at a huge production company

- and he manages to accidentally-on-purpose get them to run into each other so Eve has a few minutes to pitch

- and Carolyn tells Eve she likes her idea, but it’s kind of off-beat, really fresh in that shiny-new way that makes dusty dinosaur investors uncertain about profit margins

- like maybe it’s Too New, too much of a gamble

- but she says if Eve can find a way to make it more of a sure thing then she is IN

- so then Eve is directing the music video of this (honestly kinda basic) dude singer and this famous actress chick is gonna be in it

- Hugo their sound guy is Hype to meet her

- but Elena is like “yeah I’ve heard she’s a Problem” so Eve is all okay, Here We Go

- and then she sees Villanelle and there’s this whole stretched moment of just seeing her

- and then she remembers hey she saw this woman once in an arthouse film and she was incredible

- and obv That’s why her heart is doing That

- Eve just admires talent when she sees it, okay??

- and Villanelle as always goes from zero to a hundred

- like she can barely be bothered to be there but then she sees Eve and it’s Wow I Can’t Believe Music Videos Are My Actual Passion

- and yes Villanelle’s beyond into it but she’s also an ass, and like, what’s she going to do, NOT try to drive Eve up the wall? As if

- she Has to know what Eve looks like flustered

- has to know if Villanelle can fluster her into dragging her into some props closet and tearing her clothes off 

- so from Eve’s side

- Elena’s sources from wardrobe departments across the country were not kidding

- Villanelle is a total nightmare

- but also not

- like every time Eve tells her to do or try something she always pushes back, has to ask fifty But Why questions

- it’s impossible to stay frustrated with her though bc once she’s on board she absolutely brings it, will keep going until she’s got it perfect

- and then once Eve can see she’s got that to work with she starts trying to really push too, to see what she can get out of her

- but… It’s a music video, not an Academy contender, so they get caught up in this “well how about this” back and forth until Kenny’s like… Uh Eve remember we only have like five days to shoot this whole thing

- Elena thinks it’s funny because there’s going to be a HUGE disparity between Sebastian’s fumbling help-I’m-just-here-to-sing acting and Villanelle’s totally committed nuanced performance 

- then suddenly they’re done, and it’s been this total blur and Eve is kind of on a high from it because it’s the closest she’s come in so long to being able to make something she’s actually engaged with, that means something

- and she’s not willing to trudge back to Basic Town so she bites the bullet and just goes for it, like Fuck Frank

- and yeah Sebastian is … A little ordinary… But he’s commercially successful and has a pull with the 18-35s, so Eve approaches him after they’ve wrapped

- she pitches him being the featured artist on the soundtrack of her TV show

- he gets exposure, she gets his brand

- it’s not ideal – his isn’t the image that’d be her first choice to tie with her series, it’s not really the same vibe – but she’s not going to wait for Carolyn to forget about her

- and Sebastian says he’d like to help her, but he’d have to check with his managers, and what about his tour schedule, and does she need original music, and um –

- and then Villanelle’s all “oh I couldn’t help but overhear… You know, Eve, I’m looking to get into TV”

- Eve goes, “you are?”

- well she is nOW

- nevermind she’s turned down a dozen offers over the last few years to focus on her film career

- but her film career is going great

- and none of it is as FUN as winding Eve up this last week has been, and this was only a shitty music video

- a TV shoot would be a few months, would give them both so much more time and space to see what’s the best (and worst) they can really bring out in each other 

- and Eve’s a bit lost

- because Villanelle is the It Girl du jour

- and Eve’s show hasn’t even been officially optioned but here’s all the free publicity she could want

- and she never bothered to consider it before but actually, Villanelle would be completely perfect for the lead

- perfect

- and now Eve’s thought about it it’s all coming together and she doesn’t want to let go of it again

- (and working with Villanelle some more wouldn’t suck, honestly, not completely)

- (might actually be – well)

- “are you for real?”

- “so for real,” and Villanelle’s drawling, eyebrow raised, almost smirking, but Eve can tell she’s serious

- oh this is so far above and beyond what Carolyn needed

- and that’s the start of it all

[topeve]

please look at this out of context excerpt from yotoob’s “touch starved” on ao3

[regardstosoulandromance]

Fic wish: Hiding out in England the 12 and Carolyn hire Bedelia to evaluate Villanelle and Eve, unaware that she's seeing the agent and their assassin.

Conflicts of interest were hardly new territory for her, neither were highly skilled killers and government agents. Bedelia Du Maurier was quite familiar with this sort of game, but this wasn’t supposed to be common knowledge to the likes of Carolyn Martens and MI6. Let there she was, sitting across from Bedelia in the cafe she had begun to frequent.

Bedelia realized that she needed to find a new cafe.

“Dr. Du Maurier,” she said, every inch a stuffy government official. Bedelia recognized the same boring yet easily read demeanor from her run-ins with Jack Crawford. “I am Carolyn Martens, MI6.”

“You have me mistaken for someone else-“ Bedelia began, her lines so rehearsed that they sounded natural even to her ear.

“No I know who you are,” she said, “You’re here hiding from the Chesapeake ripper, and whatever involved you may have with his crimes, much to the chagrin of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. But it’s your particular… expertise that I seek.”

Bedelia raised an eyebrow, not acknowledging the positive ID but not leaving, not yet.

“I need a psychiatric evaluation completed on two subjects, a former agent and a young woman with a rather interesting occupation, one quite similar to your last patient.”

Well, how was that for irony, that description perfectly matched the two women Bedelia had left in the bed that morning.

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