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writeyouin · 4 months

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Hello!! Omg I love your writing SOOOO much!!! If holiday requests are open, I was wondering if you might gift us with a V for vendetta Christmas fic? Like, something fluffy where reader is stuck in the shadow gallery and is having a real blue Christmas UNTIL... V surprises them with something unexpectedly festive? *cough* mistletoe *cough* ❤️❤️❤️

V X Reader – Christmas Blues Part 1 of 2

A/N – Okay, so I got two very similar xmas requests for V for Vendetta, so I’m doing this as a 2 parter. Part one is this, part 2 will be smut. You can read part one without part two.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

V stared at you, certain you must find his expression mocking behind the jeering grin of his mask. He had never intended to hurt your feelings, only to let you down gently as it were. He knew he didn’t do enough for you. There was never enough time, and his work was important… But weren’t you also important?

No, nothing could compromise his mission. If all went according to plan, he would be ready to blow up the Old Bailey in another two years, thus starting his revolution. Yet, doing such things took time, and there was so much that V had to learn and prepare. He didn’t have time to rest – not even on Christmas Eve. However, in telling you so and seeing your disappointment – Well, it was just another way in which he was a monster.

The worst part was that you were taking it in your stride. Granted, V could see how upset you were as your eyes became glassy with tears you refused to shed, but you didn’t complain; it seemed that you knew just how much his work meant to him.

And so, V left you, stating a humble apology as he passed you and made his way to the roof. He had to hurry. There was a train to catch – a train straight to the Chancellor that was jam-packed with priceless intel.

Even when V left you, you still refused to cry. A small part of you had known this would happen. It was quite likely that V didn’t celebrate Christmas anyway. How many times had he told you that the holiday was stolen from its pagan roots? Or that the name was changed to suit its Christian hosts? And now that the UK was stuck in a dictatorship, the Holiday was only used to control people – it was like a gift the Chancellor could give or take away at will.

If the population was good, they would get their later curfews and sparkly light shows, but if they ever needed further subjugation, then a false threat would be created by Suttler’s goons, and harsher lockdowns would be put in place. Then, said imaginary threat would then be taken care of just in time for New Year’s Day so the people would have a chance for revelry, all while feeling a false sense of security under their great and powerful leader.

So, that left you all alone, as usual, but you knew you couldn’t blame V. To act as he had was simply his nature. You could no more ask him to change than you could ask birds to stop flying or fish to cease swimming. You simply had to pull up your bootstraps, pick some traditions, and enjoy the Holiday spirit.

That was easier said than done since there was nobody to lift your spirits and hype you up as you did all the things you were supposed to do. After eating dinner alone, listening to Christmas music, and hosting a lone trivia card game, you were quite thoroughly depressed.

In the end, you put on a film from V’s collection. In your current mood, It’s a Wonderful Life seemed to be the right choice; besides, you liked picking a film from Suttler’s blacklist, and It’s a Wonderful Life had been banned at the start of his reign for its socialist views.

Partway through the film, you spotted V’s sparring partner – the suit of armour he tormented during his favourite movies whenever he thought he was alone. Well, if he could be V’s movie frenemy, then he could also act as your film friend.

Slowly, you started talking to him, giving your opinions on the film, and of its characters. At some point, you began acting out scenes, much as you had seen V do, though where he chose violence, you chose love. The suit was your James Stewart, and you, Donna Reed, though sometimes, you would switch roles if you thought it was a particularly good Stewart scene. You lassoed the moon for your metal friend, then you switched roles and offered it a broken mansion for its honeymoon.

Although there was no mistletoe kiss in the film, you stole some you had decorated the fireplace with anyway, placing it over the armour’s helm. It was almost as if you would have felt silly kissing it without the mistletoe, even though it was ridiculous to peck the metal beak either way. You turned away from the unmoving man so that when you did kiss him, you would be able to swing around dramatically and give him that world-ending, 1940’s bombshell of a kiss.

The film played alongside in the background as George Baily returned home safe – he was loved and cared for, and then, it was the perfect moment to swing around, throw your arms over the broad shoulders and kiss –

V?!

Your momentum carried you forward as your lips pressed against the cool metal of his mask.

You tried to scramble back, hurrying out apologies but V held you steady.

“Don’t.” He told you. “Don’t apologise.”

“V, I- I thought you were-”

“I came back,” He said as if it were the only thing that mattered. In truth, he had rushed through his mission, stolen the required intel on a USB and hurried back without even so much as looking at the data. Leaving you the way he had didn’t sit right with him. You were an amazing person, always forced to put yourself second since you did everything you could to please V. He didn’t want things to be that way. He wanted you to have more.

Granted, the two of you weren’t yet in a relationship, but you had just kissed him, albeit inadvertently, and V was no fool; he knew the feelings you harboured for him.

“(Y/N),” He whispered your name, placing a gloved hand on your cheek. “You have given me more than I could have ever hoped for. You are a virtuoso of my heart, vibrant and vivacious as you pass through the veneer of villainy that masquerades so violently in the vales above. Of all that resides here in the Shadow Gallery, you are the most valuable to me. Although it is entirely selfish of me to ask such a thing of you, I hope that you will stay with me… always.”

You trembled against V, entirely terrified to open your mouth in case no sound came out. He waxed poetry so eloquently, and you often failed to make yourself say all the things you thought without tripping over your words.

Still, you couldn’t stay silent at such an important time in your life. V was – He was everything and to have him by your side would be like capturing the stars themselves, cosmic and inexplicable as they illuminated your heart and mind, burning any darkness or fear away.

You couldn’t look away from V, knowing his gaze must be expectant beneath the mask. Realisation dawned upon you, you didn’t need fancy words, or masses of poetry to complete the moment. All you needed was what V valued most; the truth.

“I don’t want to spend a day without you. I love you, V.”

“Then, by all means, let us abandon our fat metal friend,” V spared the suit of armour a backward glance, thinking how you could have kissed it instead of him, “and retire elsewhere. I myself do not celebrate this holiday, but I would love to partake in some of your more beloved traditions.”

#fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert #reader #v #v x reader #v fore vendetta #v for vendetta x reader #christmas blues #part 1 #part one

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starxcxboy · 4 months

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— Warm December by Sabrina Claudio, directed by Prince & Jacob, 2020

#warm december #sabrina claudio #christmas blues #2020 #screencaps #music video #music #merry christmas #christmas #new year's eve #holiday #musicians #holiday decor #red #short red silk lingerie #prince & jacob #christmas music

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dude-the-ancient-dragon · 4 months

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I feel like I need a little hug after this shit ass Christmas

#Ooc #Christmas blues #Shit sux dude

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eridanidreams · 5 months

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So I'm just going to say it right out loud: I do not like the winter holiday season. The relentless music, the even more relentless marketing, the demands that everyone be part of a happy smiling family...

It doesn't honor the truth of people who are estranged from their family, or who are alone, or whose friends are scattered across the country or the globe. Those who can't afford "giftmas". Those who don't celebrate. Those who are tired and depressed and scared and sad.

I don't begrudge anyone their happiness during this season; if you have reasons to be happy, then be happy. But for those who don't, or those who aren't...

You're not alone. And you're not wrong. Please do what you need to do to get yourself through the season.

#christmas blues #holiday blues #winter holiday season

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springgirlwaiting4fall · 4 months

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Christmas Day has come and gone. The New Year is about to begin. And this is the time of year for me when the feelings of depression, anxiety, and loneliness really kicks in.

If you are like me here is the USA FREE and Anonymous Suicide Hotline Phone Number and Chat.

#self help #self care #self love #Christmas blues #depression #anxiety #lonliness #Reblog with your countries hotline #not alone

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mx-loar-tev · 4 months

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Taking a break from writing.

Unfortunately I didn't manage to complete the Christmas swanqueen fic I hoped to publish before December 25. Maybe before the end of January, once I'll be writing again.

I have other ouat WIPs.

And Supergirl stuffs I'm excited about, mostly comics, but also a few fics, but I'm not really into that fandom right now. It's not forgotten though.

So yeah, taking a break.

Christmas has been rough folx. Between my general anxiety about the holiday, about 'family', about socialising, it sucked. Add some politics discussions at the Christmas table. Add the noises and the flashing lights. Add the chronic fatigue. Add the gender dysphoria of being misgendered and deadnamed all the time.

I'm just exhausted.

I gonna need time to rest. Not that I stand idle. But I'm more oriented toward tasks that help me regulate my emotions and anxiety. Lots and lots of organizing and cleaning (both in real life and in animal crossing). Lots of cooking. Damn I getting healthy! But they're good coping mechanisms.

I wish you a merry whatever-you're-celebrating. Or a merry doing-nothing if it's more your cuppa tea.

Stay hopeful.

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duskycervitaur · 4 months

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Important days such as holidays can be such a strange experience for those who were never raised with them, but in their adulthood they wish to celebrate. Like me. I want to experience the full magic there is to create the memories of a lifetime, but the longer I am in the world I make my own the easier it’s becoming to realize that I won’t ever be able to. The people that experienced holidays in their youth know what to do, how to celebrate, have traditions, how to experience the most out of holidays because they were TAUGHT how. I am lost. The holiday core memories never got formed for me so I don’t know the true magic…I probably never will. The basics of the holidays are simple. Halloween: Dress scary, get candy, decorate, go to haunted houses, go to a party. Christmas: Dress cozy, buy presents, get a tree, decorate, go to a party. Etc. Etc….I’m an adult now. I’m supposed to make the magic now. How do I create an experience I never had? For myself..or even my future kids?

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mgasulatnihoney · 4 months

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Life is too short for long term grudges. - Elon Musk

#relationship #relatable #mentalhealthadvocate #grudges #life after death #healing #lgbtqphilippines #reincarnation #esoteric #esoterism #lgbtqia #retrogrades #social media #trendingnow #christmas #christmas blues

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commehter · 4 months

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Complaining and SToFLO Update

Ugh. I'm sure I'm not the only one, but I've had a pretty terrible year. I'm also not convinced the next one will be any kinder to me. Nothing for it but to carry on and find out, though. (Don't feel too bad for me. More of it than I'd like to admit could be considered self-inflicted. Perhaps I will have greater wisdom moving forward.)

On to more relevant things! I've almost got chapter twenty-five of SToFLO ready to post. The last portion of it has been fighting me. I finally checked the word count (something I only vaguely care about, tbh) and decided I had a decent enough stopping point several paragraphs back. It really only kicks the problem down the road for the next chapter, but I'll take it at this point. (A few scene breaks may actually help to get things moving again. I can hope, anyway.)

I'm also thinking about possibly posting SToFLO to a few more platforms outside of AO3. We'll see. If anyone has a favorite platform they'd like to see the story on, I'm open to suggestions.

Anyway, let's wrap this up. I wish you all a merry Christmas and happy reading! (And if you're having a bad year like me, I wish you a VERY merry Christmas! Heaven knows we could use some joy to break up our persistent pessimism.)

#commehtating #actual blog post #the spirit tale of fire lord ozai #writer's block #complaining #pessimism #christmas blues

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wormturned · 4 months

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As someone who has been slowly turning into more of a Grinch over the past few years for Unidentifiable Reasons and has just Not Been In A Christmas Mood this year, I appreciate Christmas Eve being retconned into "Cabinet Man Day"

#shitpost #lemon demon #christmas blues #cabinet man

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ihavemanyskills · 4 months

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When you're just having one of those days and need something to cheer you up, who do you turn to? Why, THE queen of country music herself, Reba McEntire!

The taxi! The dress! Her voice! Perfection ❤️

#reba #reba mcentire #fancy #live in concert #queen #red dress #the 90s were the best for country #favourite singer #what an entertainer!#christmas blues #Youtube

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dear-older-brother · 4 months

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Holidays are for family

I know that much is true

But how do you love a family

That is so unalike to you

How do you give gifts

To so many strangers

When you know how you think