One Shots

V For Vendetta- V X Reader- Love

Warning: suicide. If you feel suicidal please reach out to someone or call or text a crisis line.

This is also kinda sad.

After watching the suspiciously timed deaths of Commander and the Bishop, you had the feeling you would be next. You knew why. It wasn't hard to guess. Larkhill.

At the time, you had thought of a revolutionary idea to help Dr Surridge and she had appreciated it. Though now you felt nothing but remorse. All of those patients were people and you had helped kill them in the name of the greater good.

But while he had his plan, you had yours.

You weren't surprised when he was in you living room after work, you had switched careers not long after Larkhill was destroyed.

“Am I going to die?” you asked as you looked at V.
“Yes.” His voice was still as soothing as ever.
You nodded. “I thought so. You killed the others too, didn't you?”
“You already know the answer to that.”

I did. Unfortunately.

“You're too late,” you said quietly. Feeling your legs giving out beneath you, you half sat, half fell on the sofa. Your movements felt sluggish as you pulled the now empty box from your pocket and held it up. “I beat you to it.”

V moved from where he stood in the corner.
“You knew I was targeting you,” he said.
“I was going to do it before,” you said honestly. You almost did and instead ended up with a drastic career change. “But then I kept thinking of my family. No one seems to remember them. They're gone.” They had been black-bagged liked so many people.
“Why change your mind today?”
“I don't know.” It had been a painfully average day. “Maybe I'm just tired of it.”

You managed to surpress the urge to throw up your lunch and V stepped closer again. You looked up at him. So long ago you had loved him,when you were both young and careless. Before St. Mary's Virus and the world going to shit.
“I loved you,” you admitted quietly. “We went to secondary school together but they said you didn't remember.

“I remember those feelings, though I don't remember who you were. You weren't the one I fell in love with, not really. So I forced myself to forget.”

V stayed silent. You were dying, if the overdose didn't kill you, he would.

“I'd hoped you'd remember but... it was stupid of me to think you would,” you rambled, not sure if what you were saying made sense. The fatigue was creeping on you. “Are you just going to stand there? I have no chance of hurting you.”

Slowly, he moved to sit by me, the mask's permanent smile always turned to face me.
“I haven't been the man you remember me as for a long time.”
“No, I helped to kill him, I supposed I helped make you too by doing that,” you whispered. “This country needs you.”
“This country needs the idea I represent, not me as a man.”
“I'm so sorry.”

Your head fell to the side, resting on his arm.
“Love is a bizarre idea, I never thought I could love after what had happened,” said V.
“But you have found love.” But not with you. But you still love him, who he was. And you now loved the idea that the Norsefire party would be ripped down and destroyed and replaced with something better.
“I have, (Y/n).”

V turned to you, it seemed as though you were asleep but he knew better. He would wait, to make sure no one could save you. It was a kinder death than the one he had planned but it worked. He didn't have to make this look like an accident.

“Goodbye, (Y/n)."