My life was rather average, a simple pattern played on repeat. Having just gotten out of college, I still lived with my parents, and had a simple job as a waiter at a local restaurant. Life was easy. Life was okay. Then I met the masked man. He definitely made things a little more interesting. Y/N = YOUR NAME L/N = LAST NAME E/C = EYE COLOUR H/C = HAIR COLOUR y'alls know the drill ;) any smut chapters will have 🍋🍋🍋 as a warning! * yes, i'm ironically/partially unironically writing an anonymous x reader. shut up. *

this is a one shot of a possible conversation about veggies that takes place on one of the many days in the Shadow Gallery

"𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒉, 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂, 𝑴𝒓. 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒇." -𝑽

What if the reason V couldn't love when he met Evey was because after he had lost everything, he met a nice girl in Larkhill concentration camp, and when he escapes, he saved her. Then he had everything he ever needs for 15 years only to lose all over again. This is a V For Vendetta Fanfic because there aren't many out there. If you haven't seen it, watch it, this isn't a suggestion this is an order. I will be doing alternate endings for this story. Rated M (16 up) I don't own V for Vendetta or anything expected for Lillian aka L

For once, Justice had to be stopped. [ooc//no plot//what is a plot?//please forgive me]

I have Known V for awhile now, and it's become more than just a friendship. We had been together about one to two years. He was acting kinda weird the past few days. I was soon to know why.

After so many years of hell and torture, they think they can get off Scott free with their beatings and their "punishments." WeLl... tHaT WaS UnTiL tHeY pUsHeD ToO FaR. I am The Watcher... I am the Architect of Fear... the monster that you made that now hides under your bed. I am the nightmare that you will never wake from. I am the noises you hear in the night... Who am I you ask? Do you wanna hear a secret? Check your front door. Hehehehehehahahahahahahah!!!! HHHAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!

Y'all have seen the stories with anonymous and the special ops... but how about them all together? Winter Jose, a black teenager from Minneapolis goes to a protest only for it to blow up in chaos. She is saved by strange people wearing masks.. What do they want? Who are they? This story was made to bring FACTS to your common wattpad story. If anyone feels it is disrespectful, please dm me! happy reading, blessed be!!