Killgravexjessica Stories

What do a very badass pub owner - as beautiful as she is grumpy - and a chameleon stylist - vain, a bit capricious and very stubborn - have in common? Find out. You're about to read a very different (but maybe not so different, lol) version of Killgrave and Jessica ;)

The problem, or at least one of the main problems between Jessica and Killgrave, is that they don't understand each other, they don't know what each other's life is like, they don't know what it's like to have the other's power ... What if things changed? What if they changed? Literally! A crazy CRAZY fanfic That starts from episode 1x7 'AKA Top Shelf Perverts' and then degenerates!

Killgrave's thoughts, after the operation he faced right after the accident. And, you know, his thoughts can only be one: Jessica. "This story participates in" Let's compose a Song - Weekly Challenge', organized by the ' Il Giardino di Efp'. facebook group" Prompt 2: Ora che tutto va a caso. Ora non sono più un peso.Dimmi quali scuse inventerai?"/ " Now that everything goes randomly. Now I'm no longer a burden. Tell me what excuses will you invent? " (from the song 'Ed ero contentissimo' ('And I was very happy') by Tiziano Ferro)

Summary: Jessica has a plan and Kevin is about to spend an unforgettable Christmas. Sequel of 'Stupid Mistletoe!' This fic is inspired by this prompt of this (Italian) Xmas song challenge: general: 'X decides to ruin Y's Christmas' chapter I: Christmas Carol chapter II: decorating Christmas tree chapter III: wrapping a garland around someone's neck

Jessica makes an important discovery that leads her to make a decision that could drastically change things, perhaps for the better? Setting: Somewhere in 2x10 'AKA Pork chop', but knowing 2x11 'AKA Three lives and counting' is enough to understand what's going on. From chapter I: * "Albert, but ... what happens?" Louise cackled, frightened, clutching her husband by the arm. "I ... I don't know ..." the man muttered, standing in front of her, with a protective attitude, before turning to that intruder. "Who are you? How did you get in here? Go away, now! " he hissed, his tone cold. "Oh come on, you all saw how I got in here and it surely wasn't using the door!" Jessica shrugged. "I come from the future and you must believe me, because it is as true as I can do this!" And as she said it, she grabbed a steel stool that was nearby, squeezing it in her hands as if it was a ball of paper. "Albert! I'm afraid!" moaned the woman of science. "I'm not." said the kid, who rarely spoke during the experiments. "Good, Kevin, you don't have to be afraid of me. I'm here to save you. " Jessica smiled at him, [...]. *