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writeyouin · 8 years ago

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Hey there! Could you write something about the reader sharing their first kiss with V? Extra points if they kiss him beneath the mask.

V X Reader – Doubt

A/N – Sorry this is late, sotired.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

The 1st of November.The 2nd of November. The 3rd of November. Slowly, thedays were creeping closer to V’s plot, leaving just one more year before thehopeful revolution he’d planned. When you were at Lark Hill, the revenge heoften screamed of inspired you, filling you with the same rage he held. Yet, asthe years with him crept on, your anger subsided, leaving only questions in itswake. What would be the death toll of this plan? Would it really make the worlda better place? If you helped V, would it just make the two of you as bad asthose in power? Although these thoughts often clouded your mind, you hadn’ttold V yet; how could you? He was so bent on revenge, you were sure he’d throwyou out and you couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him.

You sat in front of Valerie’sportrait, wishing so much to talk to the woman who kept both you and V goingduring your long days in hell. While there, you re-read Valerie’s letter,though you could recite it by heart now; it felt better to hold the fragilepaper, it was like carrying her with you.

‘But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when Itell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may not meetyou, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you: I love you. With all my heart.I love you.’

“Oh Valerie,” You whispered. “Youwere there at the start, when things had only just started getting bad, if anyonehad a reason to spread hate it was you, so how? How did you use your lastminutes spreading love?”

Valerie’s eyes in the poster werealight, that was the happiest time of her life and it clearly showed, makingyou feel all the worse about the hatred you’d harboured for so long.

“I don’t think I can do itValerie. I have to tell him.”

“Tell me what?” V’s sophisticatedvoice rung behind you, making you jump up.

“God V, you gave me a heartattack,” You cried out, facing him.

V chuckled, “I’m sorry (Y/N), itwasn’t my intention to frighten you.”

“How long have you been standingthere?”

“Not long enough evidently, youhave something to tell me?”

Now the moment had arrived, youfelt your heart seize; under pressure, could you really tell him? Sensing yourhesitation, V stood next to you, admiring Valery and the tranquillity shebrought. With her there supporting you, you finally found your voice.

“What do you think Valery wouldhave liked to see the world become?”

V tilted hishead, staring at you, but saying nothing.

“It’s just thatI’ve been thinking about this plan of yours… will it really make the world abetter place or will we be making it worse; countless untrained civilians willsupposedly rebel against people with guns next year and they’ll be slaughtered;can we really be the cause of that?”

“Drastic changesrequire drastic consequences,” V replied all too calmly.

“V, peoplearen’t consequences, if we start pretending they are then we’re just as bad asthe people at Lark Hill.”

V grabbed yourarms, shaking you slightly, “WE ARE NOTHING LIKE THOSE PEOPLE, THEY USED US INTHE WORST WAYS.”

“Which is whatwe’re planning to do now.”

“NO (Y/N). I’MNOT…” he let go of you, calming slightly. “We are presenting the people with achoice, informing them that it will be dangerous and they may get hurt; they donot have to rebel but I hope, for the sake of this world everyone’s built, thatthey do.”

V’s words rungtrue but the two of you had trained for years, learning every possible aspectof fighting, bomb crafting, and working tirelessly to create the shadowgallery; the people above had no concept of fighting, nor what they weregetting themselves in for.

“V, I’m… I’mscared.”

“(Y/N), we’vespent our life in certainties. We were certainly going to die in the facility.We were certainly going to train for years. Now life has progressed andwhatever is to come will bring about an uncertain future; your fear isunderstandable, though I wish I could do something to abate it.”

You rushed intohim, hugging tightly. V held his arms back before holding you unsurely. In allyour time together, V usually kept a reasonable distance, always believing itwas what you wanted; in his world, there was no time for anything more than abusiness partnership but that wasn’t the V you knew. The V you knew made you‘eggy in the basket’ when you weren’t feeling well, or put on old films thatreminded you of home, since you retained all your memories of before. He was agentleman trapped inside of a tortured body, constantly hiding his expressionsbehind the genteel persona he’d created.

“I love… V, Ilove you.”

V froze at thevery words, seemingly taking you in from the eyes of Guy Fawkes; you wish youknew what he was looking at.

“(Y/N), I’m… notwhole anymore.”

“Then let mecomplete you, the way you complete me.”

You made a moveto kiss him, hesitating at the mask. V made no attempt to move until you triedto remove his mask, at which point he gently held onto your hands. “Underneathhere, it’s not me anymore.”

“You’re wrong,it’s what makes you, you.”

“Please (Y/N).”

You closed youreyes, “I won’t look, I promise.”

After a minute,V dropped his hands, leaving you free to remove the mask.

You stroked theskin below it, feeling the scar tissue; V was hardly breathing, he was stillwaiting for you to betray his trust and peek, nobody alive hadn’t betrayed himthus far. Still, you kept your promise, cupping your palm to his cheek, toguide you. With the lightest of touches, you pressed your lips against his,relishing in real human contact after years spent without it; you hadn’trealised how starved you were of human touch until now. As much as you wishedto linger in V’s scent of old books, soap, and something else uniquely V, youpulled away slowly, giving him time to replace his mask.

When you thoughtit was safe, you asked, “Is it okay to look again?”

“Yes,” Vwhispered, somewhat breathlessly, then regaining some composure, he stood upand added, “It’s time for our revolution.”

You smiledsadly, he needed time to process everything. “Okay, to the revolution.”

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