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"Villanelle slowly made it across the room. Eve’s bed was bigger, room enough for two. She still sniffled weakly as she climbed into Eve’s bed and awkwardly sat beside her. Eve reached for the old lamp mounted to the wall and turned it on. She cooed when she saw Villanelle’s face – red and damp from tears, her lip quivering and her nose running."
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Eve and Villanelle are sent to live in a safehouse. Post-bridge.
This is a SFW age regression fic.Bookmarked by Killbillieve
29 Oct 2024
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Distantly, there’s a part of her that wants to fight against the notion that she’s going soft. Mira has been all sharp teeth and jagged edges for as long as she can remember. She suffocated whatever kindness she had inside of her by the time she hit double digits and realised that being nice wouldn’t be enough to keep her alive. Biting every hand that came close was a good of a compromise as any for her, because almost all of them would end up turning into fists; she’s never seen a reason to take the chance and get hit just for wanting something stupid like to be
heldfree from having to ice a handful of bruises.Mira has gotten good at taking care of herself. She’s gotten good at keeping people out of her head and at a distance, because that’s what she’s always done. It’s easier to forgo relationships—of any kind—entirely rather than pick through each one of them and stare at them under a microscope just on the off-chance that the person isn’t going to turn out to be some sort of monster.
Zoey and Rumi are different, though.
(or, five times mira fled from being touched, and the one time she stayed)
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- Part 16 of 2025 october song prompts [kpdh]
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23 May 2026
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"Derpy," Mira's voice is firm and tired. "Get down from the counter."
He looks at Mira, stops what he's doing, and then proceeds to actually get down from the counter. They all freeze.
"Mira." Rumi blinks. "Mira, he never listens to any of us."
Zoey's standing in the back with her hands in her hair going: "Whoa! Holy shit! It's you! You're the spirit-demon-tiger whisperer! You're our only hope! Maybe he'll finally stop stealing my food!"
OR: Rumi brings a giant tiger home. Unfortunately, he only listens to Mira.
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- Part 2 of Polytrix Fluff
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17 May 2026
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Eve meets Oksana in Paris.
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This is a sfw age regression fic.
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22 Jun 2024
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Never let it be said that her girl doesn’t know how to put on a fucking show. Eve’s jaw loosens as she takes it all in, eyes heating as they travel over the curves and muscles of her body, where she slopes and dips and curves. She looks down to where Villanelle is perched on her lap, noting the distance between the apex of the blonde’s thighs and Eve. This reminds her that she’s in control. That she still has the advantage in their little game. That Villanelle will bend to her, lean into her commands, and take everything she’s given.
And tonight, Eve has a lot to give.
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Or, basically just Villaneve porn. I have nothing else to say for this.
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29 Jul 2022