#that had no new silverhand stuff in it

[gococogo]

Share Your Toys | SilverV

Synopsis: V buys something new and odd and Johnny doesn't want to participate. All until he needs to show V just how to use.

Word Count: 2.1K

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand/Male!V

Warnings: nsfw/anal/dildo/sex toy/masturbation/degrading/slut shaming

Notes: I know I've only done one cyberpunk fic in the past. But I have this one and one more planned to post haha. I'm here for the male!v x johnny enjoyers

Does he feel a little ashamed buying one? No… Maybe. Just a lil. They had peaked his interest when he had spotted one, but he had much more pressing matters on hand.

So, here he is, with a six-inch dildo in hand.

It’s odd looking. It’s thicker at the tip than it is at the base. Being an ombre from a pink on the bottom to a pastel blue to the tip, it’s almost alien looking. With ridges on the underside that poke out a fair bit, V already knows this is going to be an odd sensation. Something funky to use to get his mind off of current things.

“There’s no way in fuck we’re sticking that thing up your ass,” Johnny snaps from the couch.

V sighs a gruntle noise. He tries to ignore Johnny but the rockstar taps his foot on the ground. He looks up to Johnny finally with a raised brow. He sits on the edge of his bed in only an old t shirt -one that use to be an outdoor shirt but slowly turned into a pj shirt with all the holes and grease stains in it. He sets the dildo on the bed next to him with another sigh.

“We?” V asks.

“Yes, we,” Johnny bites back. “I can feel everything you feel to an extent. And tonight, or any other, I don’t think I’m in the mood to have that thing shoved up my ass,” he says as he points to the dildo with a silver finger.

“You’ve never taken a dick before?” V mocks as he scoots up on his bed.

He makes himself comfortable and brings a bottle of lube with him in hand. Johnny leans back on the couch with his legs crosses over one another. He pushes his aviators up back to cover his eyes. The red glass reflects V on the bed, laid back with his shirt pooled over his crotch and thighs.

“I said I don’t want that,” Johnny grits out.

V rolls his eyes. “Just, leave me alone and I’ll forget you’re ever here. Go to whatever corner of my brain you normally go to when you don’t like something. It’s still my body, so I can do what I want and put whatever the hell I want in it.”

Johnny stares at V for a moment longer and for a split second, the merc feels very exposed. The rocker has seen everything before. Has done stuff to him before. But right now, the look he’s receiving is something different. Then, without a word, Johnny disappears in a glitch of blue and red static.

Good. Now he can continue in peace and use sex for a moment to forget about how shit life is.

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Getting the first inch in is a struggle. Even with a lot of prep and a lot of lube, the tip is a tad thick. The stretch is a little overwhelming as V opens his legs out a bit further. He works himself little by little, letting the ridges of the fake cock rub up inside of him.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.”

V stops all so that he can glare at the disturbance standing over him at the side of his bed. He’s gotten so use to Johnny popping up randomly that when he does, it doesn’t phase him at all now.

The rocker’s arms are crossed over his chest and he still wears those red aviators. He can see himself in them again. Legs apart, dick half hard between with a large cock spreading him open. And all Johnny does is frown.

V moves the dick, pushing it a little further into himself and watches Johnny’s face. And when the rocker’s face scrunches up into a scowl, soon followed by a shaky, quiet exhale that is a clear indication he’s trying to hide his reaction, V can only smirk.

As cockily as he can say with a cock up his ass, the merc grins, “How should I be doing it then?”

Johnny’s scowl only deepens. Yet, he disappears from where he’s standing and reappears in a wave of glitches and static in front of V. Bent over and looking over him without his aviators. Dark, brown eyes stare him that hold something dangerous.

Without a word, Johnny takes control of V’s spare arm and grabs a pillow behind him. He shoves it under V’s back that has the merc rolling his eyes. The pillow trick? Really?

“I can’t believe you’ve got me doing this,” Johnny grumbles under his breath.

“You’re the one that hopped in yourself, I could have done this on my own,” V interjects.

Johnny covers V’s hand that holds onto the base of the fake cock. “And have a shit time because you’re taking too long? I’d rather not sit back and have to experience that.”

“But you’d rather experience a misshaped dildo up my ass?”

Johnny only frowns at that, his brows furrowing together. Hard enough that it brings creases to his forehead and brings out his crow’s feet.

With a hard push, one that V wouldn’t have deemed himself ready, the cock is pushed halfway in. V throws his head back against the bed. The ridges of the dildo rub up against the part inside of him that makes everything tingle. The painful stretch of the cock has him trying to catch his breath. But it’s a pain that is welcome. Has him buzzing.

The thickness of the first half has him already feeling full. The ridges on the underside of the dildo rub up against all the good parts inside of him that adds to the dizziness in his head. He breathes heavily, soft whines hitching his throat as Johnny moves the cock inside of him before he can get use to the feeling. Slowly pulling out before pushing in where it was before. And God it feels so good. It has him gripping the sheets with his other hand, the other being held down by Johnny.

The rockstar lifts one of V’s legs up and props it over his shoulder so that he can settle in closer. V looks to Johnny through slitted eyes and the look on the rocker’s face only turns him on more.

Johnny’s mouth is parted, and he breathes in sync with V. Each time he pushes the cock inside of V, each time a little deeper, each time hitting his prostate, Johnny shivers and pants. The blue of the cock all but disappears into V’s ass, leaving only the pink half to take down. God he’s quickly enjoying this as much as V is. Who knew the rockstar could have a little fun.

Being trapped on a biochip must do that to someone though. But by whatever God there is, is it hot to see Johnny become a little desperate. He’s so focused on the fake cock that his own hips move in sync faintly.

Johnny growls, -something that V never expected to hear- and pushes the rest of the cock inside of V. It slips in easily, the base being narrower than the first half. And everything feels like it short circuits inside of V, as if his cyberware doesn’t know what’s happening. His back arches as he groans deep within his throat. The cock is so wide and girthy it stretches him greatly. It makes him feel full and has him twitching. Each movement has the ridges grinding up inside of him and each time that happens, a small hiccup of moans are forced from his mouth. He can’t help himself. This feeling is wild and he’s glad that he bought this.

Johnny on the other hand. He’s bent over V trying to catch his own breath. He doesn’t need to breath but it bloody feels like he can’t intake air. Every time V moves and shifts, a wave of pleasure pulses through Johnny that has him shivering and twitching. He can feel himself grow hard in his leather pants. He’s not meant to be into this but by god does it feel great.

He catches his breath before pulling cock out of V to the tip, the sweet sound of moans and groans coming with it. With a forceful push, he shoves the entire six inches back into the merc, the blue disappearing along with the pink. And there it is again, the wave of pleasure and tingles from V that has Johnny shivering and groaning deep in his chest.

He begins slowly pumping the fake cock inside of V, revelling in the raw feelings and sensations that come from the merc’s end. He can feel V’s pain and those friendly pats to his shoulders from strangers. All of those are faint, like passing by a soft blowing vent. But this, this has Johnny’s head spinning and his code glitching.

V other hand comes back down to stroke his hardening dick. He grinds his teeth together at how overstimulating such a simple touch is. God he’s not going to last much longer if Johnny keeps this up. Especially with the pace quickening with every pass of his prostate.

Johnny begins panting loudly as he quickens the pace. Each time it fills V up in the right places and stretches him a little painfully. But that sting is something that feels so good. He matches his stroke on his dick with Johnny, letting him take the full reigns even though he knew he was fucked when the rocker popped back up again to make his comments.

V gets lost in everything, letting his mind go to this moment right now. Forgetting about everything that’s fucked him over in life. Johnny pushes the cock fully in and lets it sit there for a moment. All so he can swat V’s hand off his dick and replace it with his own. The feeling of Johnny’s metal hand on his dick is cold and brings a harsh gasp out of his mouth.

V meets dark brown eyes that stare at him. There’s something different there that the merc can’t quite place. Maybe because he’s having trouble reciting the alphabet or he’s completely forgotten what day it is. His mind is a jumble. But he knows that that dark look within those eyes is something akin to…

“You’re such a slut, you know that?” Johnny quips in between his own panting.

And there it is. Johnny’s comments. Why should V be surprised?

“Yeah and-“ The comeback V was going to make is lost as Johnny moves the dildo inside of him.

He grinds it into him shallowly, letting it rub up against everything inside and makes his entire gut and head to buzz. And in time with the movement, he strokes V’s dick, his thumb flicking and rubbing over the tip each time strokes up.

V grabs onto the blanket again, still letting Johnny guide his other hand on the fake cock. Everything is going crazy. He can’t help but grunt and whine like a two eddie whore.

“Yeah,” Johnny groans out. “You sound like one too.”

V can feel himself coming closer and closer. If Johnny keeps this same pace, he can get there quickly.

“My little slut, how does that sound?” The words are spoken deeply, gravelly.

And it all goes straight to V’s dick. He cums as if a freight train just hit him. His Kiroshi’s become spotty for a second, the black spots disappearing slowly after a while as his eyes recalibrate. He can’t catch his breath for a moment and when he opens his eyes, Johnny is gone.

For a split second, V feels a bit of panic, but as soon as it comes, Johnny appears back again in a storm of glitches and static. He’s hunched over V with a wide expression upon his normally grouchy features. He pants and shakes. He gulps, trying to collect himself. But whatever V felt, Johnny did as well ten fold it seems.

V slips the alien like dildo out of him with a pop and a groan, and throws it aside on his bed. He’s too worn out to worry about anything other than the rockstar leaning over him.

He reaches up and pats Johnny’s face. The simple touch has brown eyes latching onto V.

“Was it worth it?” V asks.

“No.”

“Not even a little?”

Johnny sits up straight, still kneeling in between V’s legs. He runs a hand down his face and lets his gaze run down the merc’s body. His eyes linger on V’s still leaking cock and the cum splattered over his stomach and tattoos. He’d be wrong if didn’t admit this was all a little hot. It’s all in how V pants and shakes from the orgasm still, his chest and stomach rising rapidly with each breath.

Johnny swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing on his throat. “A little then, yeah,” He grumbles.

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[mail-me-a-snail]

are you unwell like me because im thinking about how the conclusion re: johnny and arasaka tower on august 20, 2023—is that johnny simply vanished from public eye, never to be seen again but certainly to be talked about, lauded as an anti-corp, anti-government (though the two are not mutually exclusive) activist until he became the stuff of legend—a reputation that arasaka itself could never have impeded, because doing so would have required them to release a statement saying johnny silverhand is, for certain, dead; at that point, johnny had left in the rubble a population of night citizens who now share his anti-corp sentiments.

they never would've believed that arasaka had had nothing to do with it—that silverhand was simply "dead" and that they were just the bearer of bad news. so they didn't say anything. johnny silverhand became a mystery, just as rache bartmoss and morgan blackhand did. the story is that johnny vanished on the night arasaka tower fell, never to be seen, but certainly to be discussed and praised even all throughout the time of red and especially further into the dark future.

but are you also unwell like me in thinking that johnny didn't die just to flip arasaka the bird or to end the 4th corporate war. he wasn't a soldier and nothing would've made him into one; he agreed to work for militech just to help alt.

and the only ones who really know what he had truly died for are the people who were there that night—and the one merc who's brain he—or the ghost of himself, rather—lives inside of knows, too.

but what v learns is johnny's side of the story. it's embellished a little in certain places...but v is the only one who will ever know what johnny—relic or no relic—is going through.

maybe he's showing them that being a legend is not too far from being a ghost. no one wants you for you—they only want the you they find in all the rumors and echoes after your death.

[dr-peppers-monster]

Alive, With You–Chapter 4: Gratitude

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Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077

Fic Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Johnny Silverhand/V, Johnny Silverhand/Female V

Chapter Summary: V and Johnny enjoy a date night, making new memories and sharing some old ones.

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It was a warm, sunny day in Night City. Johnny had left the house in the morning to meet with Kerry at a local studio and work on some musical projects they’d been putting together.

It was mid afternoon when Johnny returned home, and the house was unusually quiet when he walked in.

“Val?” He called out into the house, with no response. It was still a bit odd to him to have to actually look for V and walk to her, after having instant access to her wherever she was for so long.

He looked around for a minute, before a flash of color caught his eye.

Through the house’s large windows, he saw V in their backyard, lounging in the pool.

From the hips down her body was submerged, her arms resting on the pool’s edge as she flipped through a magazine.

She had on a hot pink string bikini, with her hair tied up in a bow-like bun on top of her head and cat-eye sunglasses on.

Johnny took a moment to admire her before he went aside, V looking like a magazine cover herself.

Johnny entered the backyard and V lowered her glasses when she caught sight of him, flashing him a big bright smile.

“Heya, hot stuff!” She called out, making Johnny smile.

“Not lookin’ too shabby yourself there.” Johnny replied. He felt his heart racing in as he watched droplets of water drip down between her breasts, the glow of her skin in the bright sunlight.

“How’d the sesh go?” V asked, taking a sip from a drink near her magazine.

Johnny got distracted by the way her glossy pink lips pursed around the drink’s straw.

V grinned as she watched her husband ogle her, not paying any attention to her words.

“Ahem–Mr. Silverhand sir?”

Johnny snapped out of his daze. “Hm-whadya say?”

V laughed. “I realize my tits are fantastic but I didn’t think they’d shut you up that fast.”

V took off her sunglasses and then swam over to the pool’s edge, walking up the small staircase to get out of the water. As she stepped out, Johnny got a full view of her, her body glistening with each step.

V walked up to Johnny slowly without touching him, a delicious grin on her lips.

“They are fantastic. Rest of you’s not bad either.” Johnny flirted.

“Wanna join me in the water?” V asked him, pressing her damp breasts against his chest.

Johnny backed up and pulled his tight tank top up and off of him, then finished stripping down to just his boxer briefs. V’s heart pounded away in her chest as she watched him undress, the sight of his body never failing to making her feel weak.

Before V could say another word, Johnny picked her up and jumped into the pool with her in his arms.

V laughed as they surfaced, taking her now wet-hair out of its bun and then dipping down into the water a second time to smooth her hair out. When she resurfaced, she wrapped her arms around Johnny’s neck and leaned in to kiss him deeply.

Johnny took her by the waist as they shared a wet, chlorine-scented kiss.

“Don’t think I’ve seen this before.” Johnny said, gently pulling the halter neck string of her bikini top and snapping it back into place. “S’really workin’ for me.”

“Got lots of special outfits you haven’t seen yet.” V replied in a low, flirty voice.

“Oh?” Johnny replied curiously.

“Oh, Mr. Silverhand. We can’t ruin the surprises, can we?”

“Expectin’ one of those surprises soon then.”

“I think that can be arranged.” V grinned, leaning in close and kissing him deeply.

After their kiss Johnny moved onto his back, putting his arms behind his head as he floated weightlessly on the water.

“Dunno why I don’t use this pool more.” Johnny said after a moment, his eyes shut.

“You could definitely use a little bit of a tan.” V teased, taking another sip from her drink at the pool’s edge.

“Always been more of a creature of the night myself.” Johnny said. “But this sun thing ain’t so bad right now.”

“So, how’d the sesh go?” V asked again.

“Not bad. Ker is still Ker, pain in the ass. But we’re makin’ progress.”

V laughed. “Can’t wait to hear what you two are cookin’ up. I really liked that bit you were playing last night.”

Johnny smiled, sitting back up in the water and swimming over to V. He wrapped his arms back around her waist and started kissing along her neck, making her giggle.

“Missed me, hm?” V purred.

“Maybe.” Johnny murmured in between kisses.

V played cool, but she felt her skin heating up at Johnny’s touch. She looked at Johnny lovingly, smoothing out a couple stray pieces of his hair.

“Missed you too, baby.” She said sweetly.

“There’s a show tonight at Red Dirt I thought we should check out.” Johnny said. “Up for it?”

“Of course!” V replied. “Come on, let’s go shower and get ready. You can even have the honor of peeling off this bikini.”

“Don’t gotta ask me twice.” Johnny replied quickly, taking V’s hand as they got out of the pool.

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After their shower, V got dressed in tight black leather pants, a cropped tank top with “Night City” written on it, and her favorite thigh high red boots. She put on black winged eyeliner, blood red lipstick (kiss-resistant, of course), a black choker necklace and Johnny’s dog tags, skull stud earrings, and stole one of Johnny’s black leather bracelets.

Johnny opted for a simple but classic look: his favorite leather jacket, a dark green tank top, black jeans with a studded belt, and combat boots.

They looked like the picture perfect example of a rock and roll couple.

“Holy fuck, we’re hot.” V said, fluffing her hair in the mirror as Johnny walked up beside her.

“Damn fuckin’ straight.” Johnny said proudly, putting his arm around her shoulder.

“Always knew you were checkin’ me out when you were in my head.” V said with a grin.

“Like you weren’t eye-fucking me right back.” Johnny teased.

“Guilty as charged baby.” V replied flirtatiously, turning to kiss Johnny on the cheek.

“Let’s go get into some trouble.” Johnny said, motioning for V to head out the front door.

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Johnny and V took a Delamain car to the bar so they didn’t have to worry about how many drinks they had that night.

Both of them decided to chat and smoke a cigarette before going inside, and after a few minutes a loud shout interrupted their conversation.

“It’s you, you bitch!” A man yelled from across the parking lot.

V rolled her eyes, and then looked over apologetically at Johnny. “Sorry babe, one second.”

“Can’t take you anywhere.” Johnny joked.

“What is it now, Francis?” V said.

Francis attempted to run up to V, but Johnny quickly stepped in front of her. He knew V was more than capable of handling herself, but his instinct to protect her always took over.

“Not another step, pal.” Johnny said in a deathly serious tone, his hand hovering over his pistol in his side holster.

“You promised me El Capitán would get me a job!” Francis whined.

“Bullshit.” V retorted. “I told him you were lookin’ for work, if he didn’t call you that’s not my fuckin’ problem. We met one time because you got yourself in trouble and paid a fixer to get you out of it. They called me, I did my job. I’ve done more than enough for your sorry ass.”

“But you–but I–“ Francis whined. He for the slightest of seconds appeared to be reaching for a weapon behind him, and V wasted no time. Silently, she used her netrunning skills to deliver a nonfatal dose of electricity directly to Francis and knock him instantly unconscious.

“Always a pleasure to watch you do your thing, babe.” Johnny said proudly.

“God, he’s a pain in the ass.” V said, rubbing her forehead in irritation. “Thank you for stepping in.” She added, giving Johnny a kiss on the cheek. “Mind if I make a quick call?”

“Nope.”

V pulled up El Capitán’s number and dialed, taking another drag of her cigarette as the line rang.

“Ay, V! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Hey Cap, I’m in your neck of the woods. Johnny and I are seein’ a show at the Red Dirt. Wasn’t even out front of the bar for five minutes and guess who showed up?”

“Ah, shit–Francisco again?”

“Yup. Had quite enough of this dirtbag. Can you please make this issue go away for good? I’m not sayin’ kill ‘im, but I _am_ saying if he doesn’t stay permanently out of my sight he very likely will not survive our next encounter.”

“Claro que sí, V. I assure you he won’t be bothering you again. I assume he’s been…incapacitated?”

“Mhm. Shocked him. Passed out in the Red Dirt’s parking lot.”

“I’ll have one of my guys come get him. Give him a…firm talking to.”

“‘Preciate ya, Cap.”

“Only the best for my favorite merc. Sorry he so rudely interrupted your date night, Mrs. S.”

“Thanks. Talk to you later.”

“Adiós!”

“So sorry about all that.” V said to Johnny, putting her cigarette out on a nearby ashtray. “You know what they say, you can take the girl out of the merc life, but you can’t…blah blah fuckin’ whatever.”

Johnny laughed. “Very poetic.”

“I’m a regular Shakespeare.” V joked.

V and Johnny came by the Red Dirt often to see local bands. They both had a deep fondness for this place, as Samurai had played their first and last (for the time being) gig there. Johnny was always approached by a few fans while they were there, but most regulars of the bar were used to seeing the Silverhands make an appearance now and then. When they walked into the bar, the owner who was also tending bar noticed them immediately.

“Silverhands! How’s it goin’ my friends?”

“Hi Felix!” V said, leaning over the bar to give him a hug. Johnny shook Felix’s hands as they exchanged hellos.

“Here to see the band tonight?” Felix asked.

“Yessir.” Johnny replied.

“Always good to have my favorite couple in my bar. The usual, you two?”

“Please and thank you!” V said.

After the band began their set, V and Johnny walked up closer to the stage. V stood in front of Johnny and he kept his arms around her waist, holding her close to him as they danced along to the music. V put her arms over Johnny’s as he held her, keeping her body pressed up tightly to his.

They both loved the way nights like this felt: good music in their ears, the familiar smell of cigarette smoke, just the right amount of drinks for a pleasant buzz, the chatter of the crowd, and the person they loved most with them to share the moment with. Despite always having some eyes on them everywhere they went, they both felt somewhat normal in these moments: not a famous merc or a rock legend, just a couple at a bar enjoying a local band. They loved their unique lives, but feeling like anyone else for just a moment felt great too.

The scent of Johnny’s cologne floated around V as he held her, and it was driving her wild. She could hardly concentrate on the show by the end of it, picturing all the things she wanted to do to her husband at the end of the night. He kissed the back of her neck and she shivered, helpless to his touch.

V turned her head to look back at Johnny and he was saw a familiar look in her eyes. She wanted him–badly. He wanted her just the same. He ran his fingers along the bare portion of her back to torture her just a little, and smiled to himself as he felt her inhale at his touch.

“Think it’s time to be headin’ home.” Johnny said smoothly in her ear.

V turned to him and planted a kiss on his lips that made his entire body heat up, neither of them caring one bit who saw.

“Think you’re right.”

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V climbed into Johnny’s lap immediately after they got into the cab and their lips didn’t leave one another’s the entire ride home. Their hearts racing wildly, they jumped out of the cab and ran inside their front door.

Johnny was just about to start undressing V when she put a finger up at him.

“Uh uh. Sit down. No touching ‘til I say.”

She pointed at a chair in their living room, and Johnny sat back with a curious grin.

V began a sultry combination of a striptease and a lap dance, slowly removing pieces of her clothing until she revealed the lacy lingerie set hiding beneath her outfit. She wore a delicate black lacy bra and little black panties to match.

“Holy fuck.” Johnny said softly, his heart slamming in his chest as he looked his wife over.

“Didn’t think I’d forget about your surprise, didya?” V said as she leaned in close to Johnny’s face. He was dying at not being able to touch her, but absolutely loving every moment of V’s private show.

V moved onto Johnny’s lap and ran her hand over the bulge in his pants, making him groan as barely held himself together. He was so in love with her, needed her so badly, the feelings so big he barely knew how to process them.

“I’m all yours now.” V said, giving him the go ahead. “Take me.”

Johnny ran his hands along V’s waist and hips. His expression was a mix of deep love and lust in equal measures. V felt a warmth in her chest as she saw every feeling Johnny had for her clear as day on his face. Neither of them had expected this moment to feel as romantic as it did. It felt wonderful beyond comprehension. He pulled her in closer to him and kissed her deeply, emotionally, like he needed nothing more in the universe than her in that moment.

He picked her up and they kissed the entire walk up the stairs to their bedroom. He laid her down gently on their bed and she began to work on pulling off his clothing. He slowly removed her lingerie and kissed her everywhere as he did, claiming every inch of her body with his lips. She squirmed in ecstasy at his touch. She felt wanted, needed, safe, home.

When he finally put himself inside of her, both of them exhaled in relief. He looked down at her as they melded into one, the need on her face making him feel invincible. She begged for him, her hands searching for any bit of his skin she could reach.

“I love you, I love you, I love you–“ V sighed out as he made love to her, the moment intimate to the nth degree.

He pulled her legs up onto his chest, kissing along her ankles and calves as the new angle made her moan until she could barely breathe.

She gripped desperately onto the sheets around her as she came, Johnny looking down at her proudly as he pleasured her. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she was, how much he could feel for another person.

His orgasm followed soon after hers, and they laid still in each other's arms for a long few moments before he pulled out of her. They could hear the pounding of each other’s hearts in the silence of their bedroom, taking a moment to come down from their high.

Johnny was surprised to see that V was in tears when he looked back over at her.

“Val? What’s the matter?” Johnny asked, concern clear in his voice as he wiped one of her tears away.

V laughed and sniffled. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I just love you so fucking much it’s stupid.”

Johnny pulled her into a tight hug. “I love you too. More than I knew I ever could.”

“Sorry I’m getting all snotty.” V continued. “Sometimes I just think I’m gonna wake up one day and this will all have been a dream or somethin’.”

“Know how you feel.” Johnny said, kissing her temple. “But I’m not goin’ anywhere. We did this. All that bullshit is behind us.”

“Did you like your surprise?” V said softly, running her fingers gently along his chest.

“Jesus Christ, V.” Johnny replied, making V smile. “Knowin’ you were wearing that all night just makes it even hotter.”

“Couldn’t wait to show you.”

“You can surprise me like that any time.”

“Gotta keep you on your toes somehow.”

There was a brief pause as their breathing regulated.

“Can I ask you somethin’?” V said quietly.

“Shoot.”

“When did you realize you like–when you–“

“When I had fallen for the dumbass’ head I was stuck inside?”

V laughed. “Yeah, that.”

“Knew when you told me you trusted me for the first time.” Johnny began, his tone decisive and honest. “You had no reason to. I’d been a total asshole to you. Gave you shit about everything, did everything in my power to distance myself from you emotionally. Push you away. But you saw through all my bullshit. You still trusted me and told me so. Never lied to me. Didn’t ask for anything in return. Could always tell you were bein’ honest. You had a look in your eyes, like you could see right through me. Everything I was trying to pretend I wasn’t feelin’ just fell apart. Couldn’t lie to myself anymore. Wanted you more than I wanted to fight it. Think I knew I loved you before, but didn’t admit it to myself until that day.”

“Oh Johnny…“ V said softly, his admission making more happy tears run down her face.

“What about you?” Johnny asked.

“Same thing in that I definitely loved you longer than I wanted to admit.” V said. “Tried to fight it because, before we found your body, I knew that if one of us lived the other one probably couldn’t. Couldn’t deal with the decision of falling in love with you and then losing you or dying. But one day when we were in–shit–in Dogtown of all places, it all fell apart. When I went to pick up that old payphone and I had no clue how to hold it, remember that? You smiled at me and did that little motion with your hand showing me how to hold the phone. Everything I had been feeling just broke open like a dam. I had tried so hard not to admit to myself how in love with you I was, but when you smiled that stupid smile at me and looked at me with those big brown eyes of yours, I knew I was so absolutely fucked.”

Johnny chuckled. “Never thought a payphone would be part of what won you over.”

V playfully shoved Johnny’s shoulder with hers. “Wasn’t just the phone. You’re…straightforward. Steadfast in your beliefs. Funny. Smart. I knew the cocky pain in the ass persona was just a front. You’re absolutely still a cocky pain in the ass don’t get me wrong, but I saw the good person under it all. Saw that you wanted to do the right thing. Always kept my spirits up in the most Johnny Silverhand sorta way. You just…give a damn. You actually, really, fuckin’ care. So few people do.”

There was a brief pause before V continued speaking.

“Always thought you were hot as fuck too. Your ass? Just–mwah–fantastic.”

Johnny laughed. “Never thought I’d meet my match but you’re sure as shit it, Valerie.”

“Couldn’t have chosen a better brain parasite, my Johnny.”

The couple smiled and cuddled up to each other in contented silence for a few minutes.

“Up for a bad movie and a nightcap?” Johnny said after a little while.

“Ugh, you really do get me.” V said with a laugh.

As thankful as the two of them always were for one another, their gratitude for the life they’d created with each other was stronger than ever that night.

Chapter Notes:

Spanish translations:

-Claro que sí: of course -Adiós: goodbye

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[darlingicarus]

to happy days, now and forever

wrote a lil something for johnny's birthday <3 it's fluffy and cute enjoy <3

also on ao3

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A moment of silence. The hot breath on her shoulder. His chrome arm lay loosely around her waist. V loved waking up in the mornings, next to him. Johnny Silverhand - fully alive and real and warm.

V knew he was busy, helping Kerry with music stuff, helping Vik with the clinic since he saved Johnny’s life, and helping her with any of her merc work if needed. He’s been thriving since being back in his own body. He even stopped smoking - for her, he said - and it shows, his face having rounder cheeks and his body filling out more after he stopped with the cigs.

V loved these quiet mornings when he was still asleep. She loved looking at his face, all the little scars and marks, and just seeing how absolutely peaceful he looked. She couldn’t help herself, so she placed her palm on his cheek, rubbing gentle circles with her thumb.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” she whispered.

Johnny groaned in response, “Don’t wanna.”

V moved some of the hair that fell into Johnny’s face as he talked, “C’mon, old man. It’s an important day.”

“It’s my day and I wanna spend it sleeping.”

V laughed and untangled herself to get out of bed, he may wanna spend the day in bed, but she had important stuff to do, more specifically - important stuff to do for him.

“Where ya goin’? I thought I said to stay in bed?”

“You only said you wanted to stay sleeping, I got stuff to do, old man.”

“Do you have to call me an old man?”

“Today? Yes.”

He let out another groan, “Go do your stuff, birdie, I’ll be here.”

“You’ll come to the Coyote when I call?”

“Course. Not doin’ anything else, today.”

“I’ll see you tonight then.” She blew him a kiss before the door shut.

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Johnny received her call around seven in the evening. He left the building and got into his car. Thank fuck too because damn, he was bored. Ever since he was back in his own body, he hated the thought of being alone. When he was just an engram on a chip, V was there all the time. Now? Sometimes he felt a sense of loneliness and dread when he didn’t have company.

He enjoyed keeping busy while she was handling merc work without him. He helped Kerry a little with anything music-related and sometimes they just chilled and jammed out together. He was excited about Kerry’s new tour, but that meant more time on his hands so he also started helping Vik.

His work for Vik was a bit more - the guy saved his damn life after all. Johnny helped him sort any new medical supplies or cyberware that would arrive, mostly busy work, but Vik was a good guy. Sometimes, on lighter days, he’d teach Johnny boxing too. Misty wasn’t all bad either. He remembered Jackie saying in V’s memories how sweet she was and he was right. She’d help Vik out with patients sometimes or just come down and chat with them. Even all her tarot talk was tolerable.

Before he knew it, he was in front of the El Coyote Cojo. It seemed dark, like it was closed. V did say to go to the Coyote, right? He wasn’t sure, but then he saw a little sign in front of the door saying “private party.” Guess that must be for him.

He walked in, the bar was the most dark and quiet he’d ever seen it. A little chilling, actually. That is until he walked a few more steps in - 

All the lights and music turned on, along with a shower of confetti and a chorus of “SURPRISE,” from people getting out of their hiding spots.

He took off his aviators, tucking them into his shirt. A big smile plastered on his face. Everyone that he knew and cared about was here. He saw V way in the back, a smile on her face. He started making his way towards her, but was stopped by a hand hitting his shoulder.

“Lookin’ good, man! Happy birthday, Johnny!” Kerry had a big grin on his face, something that was becoming more normal for him, which in turn made Johnny happy too.

“Thanks, Ker. You look good too. Tour prep almost done?”

“Yup, leavin’ in a week or so. You gonna be okay?”

“Yea, Vik’ll keep me busy.”

“You know, Johnny… It’s really good to see you doing good.”

Johnny didn’t know what to say to that, but Rogue came up from behind before he could come up with something, “Kerry’s right, Johnny. It’s nice seeing you do so good. V’s been good to you.”

“She’s the best.”

“Mhmm. Just know, if I ever hear about you making her cry, it’ll be me coming after you.” She had a playful, but stern expression on her face.

“Think she’d kill me before you even get a whisper of something happenin’, Rogue.” They both let out a chuckle.

“True, but you came back from the grave, didn’t you? I’ll find a way to kill you again. Happy birthday, Johnny.”

Johnny looked towards the corner where he saw V standing before, but she wasn’t there anymore. His eyes traveled through the party, Mama Welles was talking to Vik and MIsty at the bar, but Pepe wasn’t in his usual spot behind the bar.

As he walked up to them, Mama Welles got up from her seat.

“Mijo, you’re looking healthier.” She grabbed his face in her hands, “I’m glad. Come by anytime for some food, huh? We’ll get you filled out in no time. Ah! Tell V she’s welcome as well."

“Thanks, Mama Welles. I will.”

A gentle look crossed her face, “You two make a good couple. I’ll be off then, more people to talk to.” She left with a tap on his arm as she went.

He took the seat next to Vik

“Ah, birthday guy himself.” He clapped him on the back, “Happy birthday.”

Misty poked her head up, Johnny could only just see her over Vik’s head, “Happy birthday, Johnny!”

“Thanks, you two. We got another shipment comin’ tomorrow, right?”

Vik let out a laugh, “Thinkin’ about work right now? It’s your fucking birthday! Forget it. I’ll handle tomorrow, sleep in with your girl, ‘kay?”

Johnny couldn’t help the smile, “Thanks, Vik. Speakin’ of party, where’s Pepe? Kinda wanted a shot.”

“Dunno,” was all Vik said as he reached behind the bar, grabbing a bottle of tequila and a shot glass, “He can yell at me later if he wants, have a shot.”

Johnny downed it, the familiar taste sliding down his throat. Drinking was more of a special occasion for him now, his birthday being one of them.

“Thanks, Vik, Misty. Gonna go find V now, take care.”

Vik nodded and Misty smiled as he got up from the bar stool. His eyes roamed over the party searching for his birdie as the lights dimmed.

The first notes of the happy birthday song started as he saw V coming down the stairs, a cake in hand, sparklers coming off of it, and a few candles on it. He also saw Pepe behind her, so that’s where he ran off too.

V stopped in front of him, cake in hand, the song everyone was singing blurred into the background as he focused on her, “Happy birthday, Johnny. Make a wish!”

The cake looked beautiful, strawberry shortcake, a favorite of his, and made with real strawberries too. Not any of that gross synthberry shit. Must’ve cost a lot, explained how busy V had been lately - more jobs for more eddies to get him this beautiful cake.

He kept staring at the cake, no wish coming to mind - until, finally - he closed his eyes for a second before blowing the candles out.

V set the cake down on the table that was beside them. She got a little bit of the frosting on her thumb and before he could react, she put it on his nose with a laugh.

And she looked absolutely radiant.

Johnny grabbed some of the frosting with a finger and put it on her nose while she was still laughing.

Her gasp was exaggerated, “Hey!”

“You did it to me!”

“It’s your birthday, old man!”

Johnny chuckled at that, “Fine.”

And then he was looking at her again, and thought about what he wished for, and he had to say something.

“Valerie?”

“Yea?”

“I love you.”

The look in her eyes said everything he needed to know, but she still responded back - 

“I love you too. Happy birthday, Johnny.”

[breezypunk]

Welcome to my blog! Here you can find all the things I post about (and I post a lot, it's a blessing but mostly a curse). You've been warned.

I'm a 20 something year old whose addicted to caffeine and cyberpunk 2077. You will find mostly CP77 content on this blog, but I also post Good Omens, which is my comfort show. We also shit post here. You get a little bit of everything when you come to my page. (You're sure to leave with a chronic case of whiplash).

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TAGS: OC's

Here are the links to all my tags. Starting from my most used and beloved tags.

My Cyberpunk 2077 OC, Vaughn Leblanc. He is as precious to me as precious comes, he's all over my page, he is my number one, my main squeeze, my kiddo. ♥

2. My Cyberpunk 2077 OC, Maggie Borden. My best girl, and while I do have a few Fem V's running around NC, Maggie will always have my heart.

3. My Cyberpunk 2077 OC, Layn AKA Mercy. Originally created for mod refit purposes, she quickly grew on me and I've loved her dearly since. She's also the only OC who can put up with Johnny Silverhand, and also put him in his place.

4. My Cyberpunk 2077 OC, JV AKA Jared V. I wanted another male OC, and JV kind of appeared in my lap and I fell in love instantly. He's around, lurking in the shadows a lot, but he's there. ;)

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TAGS: Ships

My Cyberpunk 2077 Ship, otp: Golden Hues. Originally called "disaster boyfriends" and for good reason. I refuse to tag that old ship name xD and don't you go looking for it either. Romantic partners, Goro Takemura & my OC Vaughn Leblanc. Running the Badlands together like the coolest nomads you ever did see. (My ship heavily leans Nomad Goro, with some occasional downtime in the city). My #1 ship, and my most cherished ship yet. They own my heart entirely. ♥

2. My Cyberpunk 2077 Ship, otp: Rebels With A Cause. Romantic partners, Johnny Silverhand & my OC Mercy. I don't have a whole lot in their ship tag right now, hoping to change that soon with my growing love for Johnny. These two are insane (affectionate).

3. My Cyberpunk 2077 Ship, otp: Knives Out. A fairly new ship involving Patricia from Maelstrom & my OC, Maggie Borden. Also not many photos, but they will be appearing more often very soon ^_^ These two can be seen around Northside, probably covered in blood, probably carrying at least 2 knives on them at all times. Opposites also couldn't attract anymore than with these two.

TAGS: Mods

Here you can find the link to my google drive where all my mods lie peacefully. These are way older, mainly replacer mods, some decor/prop stuff. The google drive is no longer being updated as I don't make replacer mods anymore, but it's there in case you want to go snooping ;p

Here is the link to my nexus page, where all my current mods are, up and active and partying away.

Lastly, in collaboration with Anrui, my modding partner, all of our mods can be found here. I've linked our atelier, there you can find everything we've made so far. Plenty more will be added :)

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COMMISSION INFO:

Screenshot commissions are open indefinitely. Here you can find the info that will tell you everything you need to know, including example shots, just so you have an idea of what my style is and if you're interested. :)

Examples: (Full size on google doc).

More misc. tags under the cut ♥

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TAGS: AU's

I've made a few AU's involving Vaughn & Goro. I've had so much fun making them, and more may be coming. But here are my favorites.

Zombie AU: Fallout 2077

Corpo AU: Omerta/Vampire AU

Street kid AU: Dreamer

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TAGS: Picrews & Tag Games

Picrews

Tag Games

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TAG: Random Moments Series

A small series of short photosets consisting of Vaughn and Goro's daily lives and how it brings them closer together. ♥

Random Moments tag

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Tag: Photostories

I'm a huge whore for photostories, I make a lot, it gives me joy and it puts my creativity to the test. Some are short, some are long, but they all have special meaning to me. I'm super proud of all of these and I can't wait to completely fill this tag up.

Tag: Breezy's Photostories (note: I made more than what is tagged, sometimes I forget to tag it with this, oops..)

If I left out anything I will be sure to edit. I just really wanted to properly make this post, mainly for me, but for anyone else who might be interested.

[elvenbeard]

Elven goes Comic Park Artist Alley 2023

Here it is, the post I threatened to make! It's gonna be long and full of ramblings, but I wanted to write everything down and idk, maybe you'll find it interesting to read! xD

So, this was my first time tabling at an artist alley. I had applied to another con near-ish me a couple of times in the past but never got accepted, so I was quite floored when it worked here at first try this time around xD I was hella nervous all the way up until the day I actually had to go and leave for some reason. Beforehand, I gathered some inspo at other cons for table setups and invested a little bit in one of those wire-shelf thingies, cause since it's very modular I would have also been able to make good use of it if it turns out artist alleys aren't my thing after all. I got a small collection of prints printed, I wanted to stick with a theme (namely, my original fantasy stuff, since fanart is a legal grey area and I wanted to be on the safe side - also, themes are nice!).

I managed to fit everything I needed for the table into two big Ikea bags and left on Friday noon for the con (we were allowed to set up starting at 2pm that day, the actual con starting on Saturday at 9am). I also set up two small shelf units for putting on the table upfront to save some time!

My cat was not impressed.

Setup and everything worked out without problems, the helpers were all super kind and welcoming. The only thing that was kinda chaotic was that the con organizers and the owners of the location (the artist alleay was in a whole new building, and the location overall is insanely pretty) seemed to kinda work against each other in a way xD Communication didn't quite work, and I think if we as artists and our helpers had received at least some kinda document or ID or a little coloured wristband that said "exhibitor" or something, it would have prevented a lot of arguments and delays. But alas, maybe next year!

Since I had a quite long drive and didn't wanna do that twice every day, I stayed at a hotel nearby. It felt a little like a mini vacation, which was nice xD Cost-wise, I would have ended up paying the same amount in gas that I paid in hotel fees.

As I said, as soon as my table was set up, all nervousness from before had kinda vanished and despite my days starting super early and ending very late, I had a blast overall xD Only thing is, I didn't sleep well (but I rarely do when I know I have to get up early, the anxiety of missing my alarm haunts me in my dreams).

My view for the weekend xD I love how creative some of the other artists' setup was, let alone how amazing their art was! There was a huge variety of styles and products, from prints to pins to handmade jewelry and plushies, and I didn't even get the chance to see it all xD

I guess this being my first table and the fear of accidentally missing out on a conversation with someone who likes my stuff I kinda didn't dare to venture very far from my table xD So I didn't see much of the rest of the con, but thankfully a lot of people found their way to the artist alley anyway! My personal highlight was having the ultimate, first-hand V experience. I randomly look to the right, and suddenly:

Johnny fucking Silverhand! Including an ominous duffle bag that might have said NUKE... or NIKE, not sure... (find him on instagram @_iggyizzy_). Had a short convo with him both days, he was absolutely living his role, and yes xD Best quote that'll stay with me: "Don't make me laugh, or my beard is gonna come off!" Cosplay problems, I relate so hard :D

Some other highlights:

Explaining my dark fantasy world and setting with the target group "21+" to some very enthusiastic young kids who liked the pretty pictures xD

Talking to other creative people and seeing their projects - also loved the fact that there were several others tabling for the first time, and they all had different approaches that I all loved!

In general being told my art is good by complete strangers who know nothing about it was a huge ego and morale boost xD And being able to talk about a very dear-to-me project I'm passionate about in general was awesome

Talking to likeminded people who got inspired what I was doing <3

Nerding about my favourite video games with people

People really liking my inktober stuff a lot, which I wouldn't have expected

Ending the con with a long conversation with two cosplayers/gamers/creative people discussing tabletop games, Dragon Age, and Cyberpunk for about half an hour :D Was such a nice note to end the weekend on!

As I said, upfront I read up on some random resources online, some dos and donts and useful tips for artist alleys. Some of the tips really paid off ("pack a little emergency bag containing all sorts of materials to improvise if need be") which was useful to adjust some price tags and stuff! Others didn't quite turn out to be as accurate, with my most expensive item selling best in comparison to more affordable ones. I also hadn't planned on offering doodle commissions (which I'd seen people do at other cons) but I will definitely do if I ever get a table spot again, cause they were quite popular. And they made me realize once more why I miss doing commissions and will get back into them soon here, too!

Kinda negative things that come to mind regarding the whole experience are really minor actually, as I mentioned already the slightly chaotic organization here and there, but overall there were always good workarounds to that available, too. And I think/hope next time will work out better! A personal annoyance (but that is just my life in general xD) was getting misgendered quite a bit cause I'm not really passing, and me being too scared of irl confrontation in that reagard to correct people XD But I'm working on it. On the other hand, also had a really nice convo with a fellow queer dude about the abundance of pride flags and stuff, which was fun xD

And what I also learned is that the majority of people who do this regularly work Monday-Friday jobs... which makes sense, that enables you to go to cons on weekends, cause you always have the weekend off. Me, I get one weekend off per month at random (I could request specific days, but they're never guaranteed). So yeh... time to find a better dayjob I guess, if I wanna do this professionally xD Or luck out with my day off requests.

Anyway though... my personal takeaway and what I'd do differently next time:

I enjoyed the whole thing a lot more than I would have guessed

I'd make my stand more visibly lgbtq+ themed, to get people interested in queer fantasy art and writings that would walk past generic-looking dark elves

Also I'd add somewhere that this is an original project I'm working on, cause most people I got talking to assumed "oh this is just dnd stuff" and were pleasantly surprised when they learned "no, this is actually a whole setting and story"

I'm gonna wear a name tag with my pronouns on it (I wanted to do it this time but chickened out at the last moment, cause I'm just with one toe out of the closet irl and got too scared XD one challenge at a time)

I did like how my table was set up overall though and apart from some minor tweaks would set it up like this again

I would like to try to walk around more and get talking to other artists more, but I was too glued to my seat and table and everything (also, mild social anxiety, but everyone that I did talk to was so kind, so yeh XD one challenge at a time!!)

So yes. So much to my report on being at an artist alley the first time XD Would love to try it again some time, cause I had a blast, and cause of the stuff I'd like to improve on.

I still have a bunch of leftovers, too, posters, postcards, and a few booklets... But for now I'm gonna set up a Ko-Fi-Shop (which I'd wanted to do for a while) and put some things there for the time being. Once it's up and running a post will follow!

And if you read this far: thanks for reading ♥ xD

[n1c3c0ck]

some katari stuff because im thinking about Her

also heres a random pic of her that i took last night

- pre-heist, katari is a merc living with her output, lily, in their shared apartment in night city. she's best friends with jackie after having met him a year prior, and good friends with misty and viktor vektor. katari is also an exotic that wears the horns and tail of a dragon (her implants were designed by lily)

- best friends with johnny. johnny calls katari out for doing dumb shit, katari calls johnny out when hes being an ass. affectionately calls him her brain tumor that could

at first, katari fucking hated johnny. after she met with takemura in playing for time, she told johnny to take a long walk off a short cliff. she took these words back later.

- wears an eyepatch sometimes post heist. when viktor was digging around in katari’s head after takemura saved her, he had to do some surgical work around her right eye that left a scar. katari’s pretty self conscious about it atm so she either wears an eyepatch or her shades

speaking of takemura, katari is thankful that he saved her life but she does not trust him at all

- other friends include rogue, panam (partners in crime), judy (also partners in crime), kerry, river, and dum dum

- in love with lily. also used to work at their club after quitting her job at clouds

katari does inform lily that they have johnny silverhand's engram in their head. lily hates this. they have a conversation and katari admits that she regrets doing the heist with jackie in the first place, not only because he died, but because she would soon follow because of decisions she herself made.

- she permanently fucked up her back when she was a teenager. she worked her ass off for months to pay back her ripper for her new spine.

also permanently fucked up the joints in both of her hands as a teenager. again, also had to work her ass off to pay her ripper back for new finger joints.

- katari loves dragons. so much so that she replaced her optics and installed holographic, interchangeable horns and a tail on her body.

her optics arent entirely cosmetic. theyre also infrared and have different levels of zoom.

- always contemplating replacing her arms entirely. shes worried her body might reject it. a week after viktor & takemura save her life, she says “fuck it” and replaces them both.

- at the end of the game, katari is fully ready to give her body to johnny. at that point, she has accepted that the only solution to the relic problem involves one of them going back to her body - katari rationalizes that she has a very short time to live if she goes back to her body, while johnny has the rest of his life. katari would rather give johnny a second chance at life than struggle to hold on to her own. lily is angry af after this happens, and tells johnny to leave night city or they will kill him [lily took a page from rogue's book on this one].

before the end of the game, katari visits lily at their club and gives them a heartfelt goodbye. katari tells them shes "solving the relic issue once and for all." lily is understandably angry.

[argentumcor]

I'm attempting to slow-roll Phantom Liberty as I've got things to do and mouths to feed.

Johnny never ceases to amaze me as a character. He really doesn't want you to take the oath- one of maybe, what, two dozen people in Night City who sees down to his bones an oath as more than just words. I can't think of a version of V who would take the oath- Myers is pretty cool on a personal level so far, but it's to the NUSA, and V has no connection to that simulacrum of a nation- but Johnny comes out against the idea even when it is just a dumb joke. I look forward to more of him working though his stuff- those things about values being used to manipulate him, it really messed with him ("Not until now!" Yeah, sure, and you were behaving in such a well-adjusted way before) and a true cynic wouldn't care. Fascinating character. Was so worried he wouldn't be back but clearly Keanu likes playing him (and also the paycheck).

I appreciate the gigs added in this one. Gigs in base game could have depth, but a lot didn't really. So far, really good.

The digital confessional (I stumbled on it) is hilariously silly; for the record, the Catholic Church has made abundantly clear such a thing, uh, doesn't count. What's more, you find out the local priest is trying to actually do some good for people, him and the formerly shady ripperdoc (I hope I can get more info on his backstory when I stop back at the no-longer-invaded church).

There's a repeated bit of graffiti in Dog Town, along the lines of "Mercy is For the Weak" (might be "No Mercy for The Weak"; I had to break to make dinner). The gigs and many other little things so far have had a lot of elements of mercy as theme so far. Intentional? Not sure. Thinking back, it was a feature of many of the more story-filled gigs in base game, too.

I don't know how you play this expansion content not having beaten the three second act quests (Badlands, VDB, parade) or having not done the Silverhand Farewell Tour. Maybe the dialogue is way different if you haven't done them, but Johnny is pretty open in a way he wasn't until you did those things.

I look forward to finishing this one out and seeing what else new Night City holds.

[moderndaycirce]

HEY YOU! TELL ME ABOUT YOUR OC'S AND YOUR WRITING! (I'm already subbed to you on AO3 but use this as a chance to plug yer stuff to new followers, lol)

Hey, I know you! Thanks for sticking with me through a fandom change 🥺

So I have a few projects on the go right now all for Cyberpunk 2077-

Nothing Else Matters: A Star Ending fix it in which Virginia (My V) leaves NC with Panam, Judy and Goro but returns a year later to bring down Save Your Soul. So far all she's managed to do is resurect Johnny, and now he has a body is dealing with the fact that she's attracted to him.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43082808/chapters/108264900

I Never Told You What I Did For a Living: A 2016 AU- Virginia is tasked by counterintell to assess the terrorist threat of Johnny Silverhand after he returns to Night City after the events of Alt's death 2013. Not knowing the full reason for her assignment, she begins to spy on him, her already shaky trust in Arasaka completely broken after spending time with him. Once she's found out, she has to return to the corp, which sets in motion a pathway back to him.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45872533/chapters/115450267

The Fixer Group Chat: This is just crack that I work on whenever I get a good brainworm. A question posed a while ago: "What if the Fixers of Night City all had a group chat?" led to this masterpiece. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44095599/chapters/110874651(edited)

I have also been working on a bunch of smutty oneshots of various pairings and kinks (a couple of V/V oneshots, there's a m/m SilverV piece with Bottom!Johnny and a threesome Johnny/V/Kerry that I JUST posted this week)

[the-archangel]

V’s Sick Day

“Johnny, come over here quickly, V’s really sick.”

For the last year or so, these are the words that Johnny Silverhand had been dreading. V had battled so hard to get well, for 7 months he only had bad days, for another 4 it was mostly bad with some good, but now, two years later he was practically as good as new – even better in some respects – but the threat of a relapse always hung over them, so when Kerry calls with the news Johnny’s straight over.

It’s a 5 minute walk from V’s old apartment, which Johnny has taken over, to the elegant condo that Kerry and V bought together when V was on the mend. Johnny strides out of the lift only to see Kerry running towards him; he grabs the chrome hand and drags Johnny to the upstairs bedroom.

“There see?”

V is sat up in the bed surrounded by tissues, inhalers, pills and energy drinks, the cover is pulled up to his nose and he coughs and smiles weakly when Johnny enters.

“Hey Johnny. This is a nice surprise.”

Johnny looks at V critically, then at Kerry – “He’s got a fucking cold you gonk, you dragged me over here to help a man with a cold? And you,” he spits pointing at V, “get over yourself princess.” And with that he storms downstairs.

Kerry calls him back, “This is no cold Johnny, there’s stuff coming out of everywhere, I’ve had to change the sheets twice already today.

The image of Kerry Eurodyne changing his own sheets is enough to make the dark –haired rockerboy pause; he’s got to admit he’s impressed.

“Christ Kerry, fine, what do you need?”

Kerry steers his friend out of the invalid’s earshot. He whines quietly, “I know it’s only a bug, but I’m just not good with sick people- I don’t know what to do!”

The heartbroken look of defeat tinged with fear in his friend’s blue eyes calms Johnny a little. “You’re both still gonks, but fine, I’ll go see what Vik’s got and pick up some more supplies.

After a quick check and tuck-in, Kerry leaves his input to snooze and goes downstairs to the kitchen – he has an idea:  “Send ingredients for Chicken Noodle Soup.”,

“Wait, hang on, hang on.... show recipe for Chicken Noodle Soup.”  The recipe scrolls down his optic – for quite some time. “Shit.”

Upstairs, V is half-dozing with a tissue stuffed up each nostril and Nibbles on his lap. He smiles indulgently at Kerry’s half-heard exasperation, he wasn’t even sure that the older man knew that they had a kitchen!

Johnny comes back before too long, tissues, pills from Vic and a scented candle from Misty. Sitting on V’s bed he strokes the stray hairs off his friend’s sweaty brow and puts the stuff he’s brought on the bedside table. Suddenly, V’s eyes snap open, “Ugh, Johnny?” V hurtles out of bed and skids into the upstairs bathroom, his bulk falling heavily in front of the gold (not his idea) toilet. Hearing the commotion Kerry takes the stairs two at a time and reaches him just in time to pull his lover’s hair out of the way of the deluge.

Looking through the gap in the door, Johnny finds himself touched by the way his friends are with each other, full of care and love. “Pair of princesses.” He mutters under his breath.

Several hours later, and after a sleep and some of Vic’s drugs, V is feeling much better. Sitting up in bed he asks, “So what’s this about Chicken Noodle Soup then?”

“Babe, I didn’t know you heard that, it was meant to be a surprise.” And from under the bed he presents V with a bowl of the tastiest soup he has ever had.

“Ker, you sure know how to look after me.” V mumbles between mouthfuls, “This is preem! “

Kerry smiles and kisses V on the top of his head, pushing the pot from “Greta’s Land of Noodles” further under the bed. “I’ll tell him when he’s better.” he thinks to himself.

 [Note: Yeah I thought that Kerry and Johnny were going to get sick at the end too, you never can tell!]

[system-of-a-feather]

4, 7, 21 & 30?

4) Do you go to sleep or wake up as different parts? What are dreams like for you?

Sometimes. Most of the time it's me that wakes up and most of the time its me that goes to sleep, but sometimes another part goes to sleep and I wake up, vice versa, and sometimes another part goes to sleep and the same or a different part may wake up.

Usually our dreams are single part, but occasionally we can like... for a lack of better words, co-con someone else's dream / watch them and rarely, but occasionally, more than one alter will exist in the dream and itll be a shared dream, but those are considerably rare.

7) What’s sexuality like for you? Does having multiple parts effect your relationships?

We are all varying leans of bi/pansexual. Ray is the only one that IDs as a gay man (and he really tried to be bi 'cause it would make sense', but he really has no interest in women / female-presenting individuals)

Having multiple parts obviously does affect my relationships in the sense that it is inherently going to be something that is known and different parts have different boundaries - and then parts that have to accommodate for other parts consent / boundaries and all that stuff. I don't think it NEGATIVELY effects my relationships, but I also wouldn't say it POSITIVELY effects it either. It just, effects it.

21) When you feel safe sharing about your parts with someone, which part is the “easiest” to introduce/explain about?

See.... back in the day maybe I'd say Lucille or something, but the truth is we don't really.... "introduce" well. We don't really plan it cause the parts that are good at like proper and formal introductions get awkward performance anxiety when its too focused on them. Most of the time it usually one of the more "don't give a fuck" alters like XIV, Aderis, and sometimes Ray that just goes "Sup lol"

These days I just kinda go "oh yeah I live a double life with my personal Johnny Silverhand living in my head" and then like at some point in the near future XIV will be like "sup I'm the personal Johnny Silverhand, you can call me [insert whatever name he wishes to give person]"

We just kinda let our dissociative brain do what it likes naturally.

30. Here’s your prompt to ramble about something parts-related you haven’t had a chance to share!

Uhhhhhhh fuck uh

Okay fun test. XIV and I share the front a lot, usually co-con / co-front, sometimes just blurred and so sometimes we can't really tell who we are with 100% certainty and a funny new found way to figure it out is to just hand us a guitar.

Cause that skill is NOT transferred between us and I have yet to still get over my habit of holding the guitar the wrong way around + never knowing what to do.

Also XIV was recently talking with my fiance about how he [fiance] had really always just marked XIV as "literally just Johnny Silverhand" and at first it was cause he was being a manspreading snarky constantly complaining 'just wanting to start fights' asshole in a restaraunt the first time they properly talked which made him go "ohhh ok its just Johnny this one"

Which only got worse with

>hates capitalism and wont shut the fuck up about it >constantly "jokes" about violence against Jeff Bezos >really laid a case for us to start smoking before settling for gum >general aesthetic >general language >really wants a guitar >gets a guitar and becomes hella pretentious using the same language >a few others I wont share on here

But apparently he noted it first thing they started formally talking and then over a year XIV just kept unknowingly evolving his self expression in more oddly specific Silverhand details when we knew nothing about Cyberpunk. Which I snicker at cause I really wish I could rewatch that and scream with him about how hilarious it is cause its really fucking funny in hindsight and imaging being my fiance when XIV keeps incrementally and unknowingly hitting a lot of the key personality traits / character traits of Johnny while our system still refused to play the game like.... XD It would have been fun to share that OH MY GOD KALSDJFLK

Cause literally the meme got to the point where it broke the camels back when XIV was rambling about guitar stuff at our fiance and basically word for word quoted a scene in Cyberpunk and our fiance just had to interrupt the ramble to just share the quote.

Its literally the best meme I swear.

-Riku

[cold-arrow]

Doctor's Notes Book 5 part 21

| Death and Divinity |

Return to Waterdeep. Send a message Drinking, Elixers. start fixing Lumos, Omrick Breakfast, babysitting. The news. Options. The remains Lady Silverhand, a maybe. Temple of the Triad Mr. Wazit. my contract. Her deal with Divinity and Death Resurrection, The gift. The consequences.

| 1 / 10 |

Try and keep it short. too depressed to right much at first Start a new book soon. this one is almost full We made it back… But lym isn’t with us. I don’t know where she went. I don’t really understand what she did. But, she isn’t here. When I asked the others if they’d seen her, seen where she had gone… Omrick said that she was gone. That she’s… dead. Surely that cant be, right? She probably teleported away or something... Right? Like when she did with her previous miracle. That’s what they’d told me. That she saved them, and teleported all of them to safety. We… we just have to find, Where she is. I asked Baras if he could perhaps Send her a message. And he was going to… Wanted to. But he didn’t have the magic left, to cast the spell. He… wouldn’t be able to, until tomorrow. I uhm… I don’t really know what to do in the meantime. the guy we saved, that one was trapped in the hammer. Jasper Dimichasm? I think it was, or something along those lines? I… don’t really remember, but Baras escorted and helped him out of the mansion. Gave the dwarf some directions, of where we were, and perhaps where to go. Even gave him some money as well, like Lym did with the oth… seems like that he’ll be fine. Had somewhere to be, or something. I didn’t really hear. He seemed to be fine in terms of health as well. Offered my services to him, but… he said that he felt surprisingly well. I didn’t see him after that.

| 2 / 10 | Once we were back, Angelo got clear instructions to not harm any of the skeletons here. It did take a moment to get it through to him though. He ettled for fighting Jarvis, if he manages to convince him. For some reason I feel like Jarvis has the better odds. Despite what I’ve seen that Angelo is capable off, and can do. I will have to find him before Angelo does. Need him to help me out with something / a request. … managed to find Jarvis. Asked if he had any liquor left that he could send up to my room. Didn’t have to be good. Just strong. And enough. Need to drown out my thoughts, they aren’t… I hope it doesn’t take him too long to find some, and send it up. Think I still have a bottle lying around in my workshop, somewhere. … Managed to find something in time before I ran out. Decided to get started on fixing Lumos. Need more parts though. not making much progress. Thought it be a good distraction. But… having a hard time focusing. Or… thinking. might just commit to drinking instead. maybe I can repair him tomorrow. … the taste of the stuff is getting boring. It’s definitely strong enough though. got bored and decided to combine it with one of my elixers. Don’t really know which one. Just grabbed a vial at random. taste’s better. Atleast has a kick or… rush to it now. Caffeinated. Or surge. Adrenaline? I don’t know. -- Decided to take the alchemy stone inside vial,    and just put that inside to bottle/glass instead. after the liquid in the vial ran out. That way I don’t need to refill it every time. just need to refill the bottle instead, with more liquor. Taste isn’t as boring anymore. Blood pressure is definitely higher, after I started using it though. maybe shouldn’t drink too mu…    eh. whatever I can just cure it, if need be.

| 3 / 10 | woke up to Omrick scaring the shit out of me. Asshole said he wanted to borrow some resources. Tooke me a minute to care enough to look though. Pounding headache. A Beating or drumming pulse in my neck. Not as bad as earlier though. Might have passed out. rummaged around in my back for a bit. Said I had some gems and reagents. But no minerals of any kind, which is what he was looking for. Offered the Efreeti heart that we… that we found in the Citadel. Seemed willing to take it. Havnt seen it/him since.   He seemed a bit worried though. Said I should be careful. not drink too much. I didn’t really care. Initially, after I helped myself sober up a bit. -- got back to working on Lumos. I kept drinking a bit more, but… started to get a sour taste. decided to slow down after all -- made some progress. Still need more parts though. Maybe tomorrow. Once I’m sober. Its pretty late. I think. -- shouldnt be surprised I woke up with a hangover One dose of my “alcohol neutralizing reagent” and a hydration elixirs, wasn’t enough. So I just doubled up. Am still thirsty though probably too early to start day drinking. Then again. not sure how else I’m gonna kill some time.    (not funny) didn’t see Baras at the breakfast table. Seems I’m up first, surprisingly. Finished Some healthy semblance of a breakfast. But don’t feel like getting up from the table. Still waiting for Baras to come down and join us me. Omrick ain’t out of bed yet either. -- if I didn’t have reason to start drinking again before… , I do now. Omrick asked me to babysit his rock. Said he had some important stuff to take care of. Was considering say no. but didnt have anything better to do either. Still waiting to hear word from Baras. Hasn’t been down yet. But, now there is a rock keeping me “company”. Guess ill have a starting contest. -- Definitely need to stop drinking… I swear to the gods, that thing just fucking talked. I don’t know if it’s HER playing tricks on me. Or the alcohol. But… it just spoke. I don’t remember what it said, at first. I was too dumfounded. But once I realized it just talked to me, and had said an Entire sentence. It just followed it up with *”and nobody’s gonna belief you”* Screw that rock! “Tony” can go fucking babysit himself. I’m not looking after it. -- It hasn’t talked again since. But ive decided to just ful on ignore it. Im blaming it on the alcohol and stuff. Once Omrick gets back, Im leaving. I’ve got some goddamn things to take care of myself. --

| 4 / 10 | Omrick finally got back. Seemed confused as to why I was being so “weird” about his rock. But didn’t feel like explaining, or anything. He can figure out the sentient pet rock thing himself. He asked, or talked about stuff long enough for Baras to finally come down and join us for breakfast though. Even though it’s a bit late for that, at this point. And, he doesn’t eat breakfast. -- He… He couldn’t get in contact with Lym. He had Send her a message. But… hadn’t gotten a response. It… could still have meant a lot of things. But… none of them seemed good. Or like… the reality of things, or the situation. He said that he had been in contact with his master. Dave. If he could perhaps do anything. Offer help. And he could, I think. He (Baras) seemed a bit irritated by Dave’s initial response. But afterwards. He said, that he could help. That, he would help. I don’t really know how though. Baras didn’t go into detail. But atleast that’s something. right? We’d started considering out options. had started to since... We are gonna have to find a priest/cleric. But… I don’t know how to tell them, about what I found at the forge… Ive been staring at my bag. Quite often. Afraid to open it. It’s weight, is boring a hole in the world behind me but. As it sits on floor by the the wall. I… I don’t know what to do. What to do with it.    How do I tell them?

| 5 / 10 | We are going to finally visit Lady Silverhand, first and foremost. Don’t think its something we can put of for much longer. It feels horrible to say, or even think. But maybe she’ll cut us some slack… I don’t know. She might know of a way to help. If she even still wants to. We failed her in many ways as well. I’m not sure if any of the others even realize how poorly we’ve Listened to the LA. Or even done anything to help them. Instead… focusing on our own personal ordeals and matters. its not gonna be a fun conversation. Though, honestly… I welcome it. Maybe it will ease the weight of… everything really, upon my shoulders a bit. after we finally confront her. Atleast she doesn’t have to suffer through her wrath…  Baras has send word, that we are finally ready for our meeting. Now we just have to wait for her response. -- A messenger arrived from the LA. She as ready to see us. immediately. Jarvis was kind enough to inform us, of as much. But… I don’t know who delivered the message. But they somehow managed to quite  seriously offend him. He… relayed to us the message with a… non too please tone. I wonder what they did or said to him. we discussed a bit on what to do. What to say. how to explain why Lym isn’t here. They… might have resources. But I don’t think any of us want to impede on their good graces any further and… even if they did. We… we don’t have a… All that I, we have left… I think… is within my bag I… decided to tell them. To show them… what I found lying on the ground, in the Duke’s forge. After her blessing she bestowed upon us. The miracle she showed us. After she unravelled. I… showed them the hand. Her hand. Still partially unravelled, with these iridescent threads I was afraid, terrified, that it had become fully undone, when I pulled it from the bag. Nothing left but ethereal fading strands. Or threads. but it was still intact somehow. Like some sort of twisted holy relic. The others didn’t really know how to respond. they seemed… mortified as far as I could tell. Maybe I shouldn’t have picked it up. Left in the forge, and let it fade. Or maybe I should have pulled the thread? and let it… I don’t know. What if a giants had found it. Or what if we can still use it to bring her back, or find her? Or… I don’t know. It both feels like a mistake, and not. to have picked it up. Baras said that it would have been nice to now sooner. That It might have saved him some time and energy, with his correspondence to Dave. I… just didn’t know how to explain… How to bring it up. *doesn’t seem like it made a difference though. Dave’s plan didn’t change in any way, after learning about her remains. I put in back in my bag. Don’t really know any other way, or place to keep it safe. Or prevent it from unravelling any further. Because im worried that it will. And that she’ll be gone forever.  I…

| 6 / 10 | we left for the LA headquarters after that. Baras managed to convince Angelo to come with us. As a representative of Gauntylgrimm. He somehow even managed to talk his way into the offices before us as well. Doesn’t seem like he’ll be joining us for our execution though. Maybe it would have helped? though it could have made things worse as well. … we survived with our heads. As to be expected though, she wasn’t happy. offended at first as well. that all of us weren’t even there. Until we informed her as to why. And when. And what we just came back from. Don’t really know how she reacted to the news. Of... Lym the defeat of Duke Zalto. And us halting to progress of the Vonindod. I think she was a bit less angry after that. Again though. Hard to tell, when I was too afraid to directly look her in the eyes. the Debt we left her, with the captain. And failing, to deal with the Frost giant lord, and his ship. Definitely, pissed her off. And then leaving, to go deal with personal matters and projects, making her wait, Just made things worse. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she kicked us, from the Lord’s Alliance. And made us pay back the debt we owe her, In full. Twice. but… she asked us, if we did actually even want to stay, and continue working the LA. Apparently, we are somehow not completely useless in her eyes. Just incompetent. And she somehow still deems us useful enough, to give us another chance. We agreed. That we’d be willing to continue working for them. And as a start to An apology, we let her know/informed her about the state of the firegiant stronghold. And the remaining slaves. And the LA may take all credit, for freeing them if they so desired. and more so, Be the first to establish communications and connections with the now unearthed city of Gauntylgrimm. And that we had a (difficult to deal with) representative here with us. Waiting downstairs. It seemed that she was willing to accept our peace offering, atleast for now. And was curious, for the most part, as to how we even managed to discover the ancient long lost City. Which Omrick was happy to explain. after that, we informed her of what our plans were. And what we were gonna do next. She asked us if we could wait here in Waterdeep for a few days for them to sort some things out, before getting back into contact with us, I think. I… don’t think we were planning on leaving right away anyways. so we agreed She also assumed that we were finally back in Waterdeep, and here to talk to her, to ask for help with… Lym. Beg them for help. Or use their connections to see if something could be done. I don’t think any of us were really thinking that. We might have considered it. But we genuinely were there for the most part, to just… report finally. And apologize. She did seem willing to help out though, I think. Said that she would see what she could do. Which, is definitely better than nothing. I feel     guilty though. Feel guilty for a lot of things…

| 7 / 10 | Angelo went up after us. I prayed/wished her goodluck, with That conversation. I… hope it went well. Angelo didn’t return back to the mansion until, a while later I don’t think. Not sure. I myself headed into the city, after our meeting. Said that, I had to take care of some stuff. And that I’d be back at the mansion later. I wandered around the city for a while. Just trying to    unwind, or “uncharge” myself. Avoided some places, that I had been before… was thinking of picking up some stuff. Parts for Lumos. but, I kinda just walked past most of the stores. Didn’t really feel like stopping. Pausing. -- Like the thought of going still and… letting all of my thoughts catch up to me, would crush, or devour me.  by the time my feet did eventually stop. I was standing in front of the Temple of Triad. By the Temple to Illmater. There was a procession or ceremony or something going on inside. I just watched for a bit. Looked in from the outside, and just stood there. Kind of numb Eventually walked inside. Was thinking of finding a place in the back, and just sitting there, for a bit. -- But, I went the front few pews instead. Despite the ceremony that was going on, they were empty for the most part. The temple’s pretty big. And the people that were attending, were kind of scattered throughout the aisles, or nave? Saw Father Enoraki holding a sermon, and gave him a polite nod by way of greeting. And… I just sat there for a while. Don’t really know how long. long enough at least, that I didn’t realize that the sermon had ended. And that Father Enoraki had taken a seat next to me. I… startled a bit when I finally noticed him. But, he usually has a pretty calming effect on people of sorts. Reassuring. Something I’d been noticing before, whenever he was talking to others. I was still a bit uncomfortable being there, in a chuch. But he asked me,    what was wrong. Probably wasn’t too hard notice. Or figure out. People similarly to me must come here quite often. Especially, at this part of the temple. I told him. About what had happened. Who I’d lost, and what troubled me. Asked if he knew of any way to help. Or what to do. Asked for his advice on some things. Asked him, if it was wrong to pray to multiple gods. And -- he told me the same thing as Ly…. As Lym. That it  Is  something people do all the time. Like Farmers and fisherman. Soldiers and knights. Praying to gods when they are in need of… guidance, help? After that, I asked if he could just give me a moment. so I could think. Or pray. Beseeched the Broken lord. Illmater for help. And guidance. Asked if he could help, in bringing her back. To help us endure. I… strangely enough, I felt calmer after that. A lot calmer, and clear then I felt before at least. More so, than just saying those words would have probably eased me. I… kind of understand the comfort that Lym finds now, in worshipping the Weave. I feel like… I should do the same, as I did here. Ask Her for guidance as well.     * Sh… Showing the hand to father Enoraki was mistake I think. He seemed astonished, confounded  about as taken aback as the others were, and as I was, when I first Saw the unravelling remains… of her hand. I asked him he hand any advice on what to do…   Or what I should do with it. but he didn’t have an answer. So I just placed it back within my bag. where it still lies now. …

| 8 / 10 | was gonna pick some stuff up on the way back. but eventually decided to just head back home, to the mansion. … Seems we have a guest. A rather tall and imposing goblin. Well dressed. But… A very strange fellow. Introduced himself as Mr. Wazit. I didn’t recognize the name at first, until he started mentioning some stuff about being able to help with deals. And contracts. gave us all his business card. Though on mine was some writing of sorts. That, he’d be able to help me get a better or fair deal on any contracts? Including ones that had already been made, recently. I… hmm. Perhaps I should look into making sure that the amendments or changes to the contract that I submitted, actually went through. But. That is besides the point. He was send here by Dave. Said that, he might be able to reverse the deal that… Lym had made. With her deity. and… Death? something about her still being a minor or that she’d need a guardian, to… agree or do something?? acquiesce? I don’t really know. All of it kind of went over my head, and was all just a bit confusing. and much. but if he says that he can help. If Dave send him to help. Maybe he can do something. -- Help us get her back? The bit about making a deal, or agreement with… Death is worrying though. And… concerning   -- Not sure if I like the guy. Doesn’t seem to care much for morals. Just, money. -- Not much regard for the feelings of people. Neither those grieving. Nor for friends or family. Atleast he might be reliable in the sense that he cares a for money. Maybe. Maybe I’m to harsh though. I… maybe I shouldn’t make any judgments, until actually talking to him. Or asking for his help with te contract. … we… had another visitor. A gnome. didn’t really catch his name. Don’t think I really cared at the time. he was, surprisingly, send by the Lord Alliance. Lady Silverhand mentioned that she “might perhaps” be able to help out, or know someone. But I didn’t think she’d actually follow up on that promise. if you can even call it that. If didn’t owe her before… We certainly do now. though, it would have been nice is she could have found someone a bit less… insufferable. He’s not as bad as Mr. Tooya, I don’t think. But his awkward and annoying confidence, and attitude are…  becoming quite grating, to be honest. to the point that, every time he points to himself with his thumbs and says “This. Guy.” , in context to any question. It makes me want to Sever. Said. Thumbs. But… apparently, he is able to resurrect Lym. And Ill gladly suffer through his company for the rest of my life, if he has any chance of bringing her back.

| 9 / 10 | it seems that the resurrection ritual will be performed tomorrow. it… is going to take a while. and will be -- taxing. Not just for him, but… it will, or it might take a lot. He said that… if we have anything that might help convince her soul, or Guide? To persuade her soul to… be willing to come back… We… Apparently, it will improve our odds. -- been sitting here for a while. In my room. Trying to think of something. But I’m not sure what to do. What to say. Are words even enough… to pull a soul? back from the beyond.    I… I barely even grasp the concept of the afterlife. Let alone know of any way to persuade IT to … to let go off its grasp upon her soul. To pull her through, and Away from it’s clutches. Or is that what… what she has to do herself? Is what we do. Or say, what helps her possibly find her way back to us? I don’t know. I feel… a -- Im tired of sitting here and doing nothing. Of wasting away while just waiting. Ive been thinking. Had an idea for a while now. Something ive been meaning to do, to make. But till now I never really knew how to shape it. Found the right design. But, after what she told me. What… she showed us. At… the forge... I have something in mind. A rough idea at least. -- ive been busy sketching a design for almost an hour now. Ive got like 20, maybe 30 concepts at this point. But one of the older designs, I made a while back still seems like it be the best… base? It still needs some improvements though. Which… atleast with the new inspiration I now have, it finally seems somewhat decent. Was initially gonna leave the back of it blank as well, at first. But one of the other designs I landed on, works pretty well I think. And… I heard this phrase recently, or.. a while back. I don’t remember. Might have read it in a book, or during research or, while visiting one of the churches. But… It has stuck with me since. Been thinking about it more quite a bit lately. After my conversations with her. Sorrow looks back Worry looks around But… Faith, Looks up. it… it seems like a nice message, to engrave upon the back of the medallion. I’m gonna head to the forge. Barricade myself in and… work

-- -- I finished it, but… it’s not good enough. The more I look at it, the more I feel like it Isn’t good enough. Like I could do better. Decided start again. Tossed It back into the flames, and let the metal melt back to liquid. -- I can do better. -- fixed some of the flaws. But it still feels… flawed. I’m… No. I’m tossing it back in, and starting again. -- its… better. But im still not happy with it Its late, and I’m tired. But… strangely enough I still have the energy, the focus, to work. To try again. And again. -- I want it to be as perfect as I can make it. It…  it is the least I can do -- I… think this will do. I braided part of my hair, and cut it. It kind of seemed appropriate. Used as a mold for the main part of the design. The rest of it I had to painstakingly make and design by hand. Custom. The finer details will have to come later. I took a lot of silver from my bag. Cleaned it. Took the best pieces. And used that for the forging of it. Tossed it into the fire (along with the braid of my hair that used for the design. I… I don’t know why, but again, it seemed appropriate somehow) and made a quick prayer as I did. It…    Hopefully it helps. Tried to think of her. Of her goddess. The weave. As I made it. Forged it. It… is hard to think and focus on the forging of the metal, while at the same time trying to send your thoughts to... especially after the 4th attempt. but I tried. Tried to honour them, as I engraved every single line. Every symbol and detail, with painstaking precision and care. Carefully. Slowly. ( had said a small prayer over the waters, every time I doused the metal) When I made the ink. The same one, as I had used for her crossbow. The iridescent colours reminded me of what I saw, what she had described. Shown So I used it, to paint the lines. the symbols. The edges. Until each strand upon it’s surface, shone as beautifully as the ones I’d seen in the forge. The colours shifting by the light of the fire, painting a tapestry of patterns and….   It is only reminiscent. Don’t really know how else to capture it. But… Im’ not sure if anything besides this, ever will. hopefully it will suffice. It must. -- * I wasn’t really sure what language to use or engrave the words with, upon the back medallion. Whether i should choose: Common, Infernal or Celestial I… debated on perhaps enchanting the it. So that whomever would see it, would be able to do so. read it I mean  For it to show any language, depending on who would see or read the words. But I don’t think I have the time for that. So I simply settled on using common in the end. With what she said, that she’d like it to be accessible to any and all. it seemed, appropriate?

| 10 / 10 | | The ritual the gnome had secluded himself in one of the rooms, that Baras had provided to him. Preparing the space, and preparing for the ritual. I’m not sure if it was the following day. or the same one, very late into the night. But eventually he notified us that he was ready to start. to perform the ritual. He called all of us to join him. And when we entered the room, we saw   the rough outlines of a circle or, a holy circle? , that had been drawn upon the ground. And… we simply supposed to wait. Wait until the right time, as he initiated the ritual. As Lym’s hand had been placed in the middle of it all, and he began. Continuously inciting some sort of sacred incantation, while drawing and expending upon the intricate circle, that he had placed upon ground, there in the centre of the room. Only stopping everyone once in a while, to catch his breath. Or… perform some sort of action. I tried to pay attention at times. To see what exactly he was doing. Or how he was doing it. But, I already had a hard time even focussing on my own thoughts. And… all of it was a bit beyond me. to be honest. so I don’t really remember much of it. I was mostly just sitting, and fidgeting. Fiddling around with bits of metal and other stuff. Feeling the weight of the necklace around my neck. And the medallion burning a hole into my pocket. into my skin, and… I don’t know. It is all a bit hazy -- by the time that the gnome spoke up again, calling us to try and reach out to her. To her soul. Time both seemed to have dragged one forever. And gone by in an instant. I had not even had time yet to put any my thoughts in order. On what to say exactly I… think Omrick was the first to speak up. I was so overwhelmed I barely even heard what he said though. I think he was, I don’t know, threatening her about something, to come back. in his usual manner. But... that wasn’t really all of it. Or… he had said something surprisingly considerate actually. I think. He had seemed genuine, in that he wanted her to come back. He might have asked Shaunteia for help or…  Its all a bit of a blur. And he was done before I realized. and… it was my turn next. -- --

I… stepped closer. my thoughts still a jumbled and cluttered mess. But I tried to just start talking. and push through my stuttering, and… I prayed to the Weave. Asking her, to bring Lym back. Or… (I had tried to write something out. But I don’t know if I actually managed to say everything, or remembered to.) “

I beg of you, beseech of you, to return her to us.

to not take her into your embrace just yet. so that her magic, her faith, her radiance might yet still flourish. within this grief struck, tumultuous world. Which could still benefit from...   It could still use her brightness, her light. To illuminate this world of ours, and make it a better place. with your help. with her help.

I'd... be willing to help.

I'm.... I'm not ready to lose a friend...     Another one of family now that I finally have one again

If there is anything that i can do. and offering I can make. or action to undertake, or help. I ask of you to share, if so. “ even though I didn’t say any of it out-loud. It felt… awkward. The silence oppressing as I kind of just stood there. my hands clasped. but… I feel like felt something. A connection, or thr… it wasnt much. But it felt like it helped? like I was heard. I tried to use it as motivation to keep going. Reached into my pocket and pulled out the medallion that id made. For her. I… had a hard time seeing, through my glasses, and eyes. And stop my voice from shaking, and trembling. But, I continued. Placed the gift I made her, in… in her hand. And prayed out loud to    her instead. so that she might hopefully hear me. said that, I made it for her. That I was    meaning to give it to her. But hadn’t been sure how to make it yet. Hadnt been able to think of design until now. Until the forge. I had a hard time keeping the emotions from painting, and choking my voice. but I kept going. tried to find a way to convince to her. her soul. to came back us that I considered her family. Asked her what she was gonna do about her new religion how she is supposed to find new followers, if she was gone wasn’t she still, gonna fight a dragon, in her name? Or stop the followers Bane,    from harming more people that her family, her brother. Still needed her. That id accept her death, once she’d stop self-sacrificing herself That… I wasn’t ready to loose more family… … I… had a hard time finding any more words, Thinking of other things to say, or speak. So… I let Baras go next, I think. Tried to rub salt out of my eyes. To find some calm, to steady myself a bit. to compose. by that time, I wasn’t really able to think much at all anymore. I don’t remember what Baras said. The emotions of everything, drowned everything out.

-- -- Once everyone was done, the gnome continued. And began to finish the ritual.  Finishing the incantation.  Till it all was just, silent for a bit. A pause…    Or this painful heavy silence. As if decision wasn’t being made, or worked through. It felt like I could feel Every beat of my heart in that silence. As if I could no longer even breath, or move. But after the moment passed. Her hand suddenly began to glow. Began to light up. Bringing enough light to illuminate the entire room. As these iridescent threads once more started to appear.  Gathering from seemingly nowhere. Or, out of the hands itself. Slowly knitting itself back together. Into the shape of an arm. And then a torso. And then… A body. Weaving itself back together with these glowing, beautifully coloured threads.  As if whatever was left of her,  of her essence , was remade from what was still left of her within her hand. And when the glow finally began to fade. When these magical threads turned to flesh, instead of light… There she was. Lying still, peacuflly on the ground.   Remade. Woven back together from almost nothing but her hand. I became a bit worried that something had gone wrong. Because… she wasn’t breathing. or moving at first. But before I could call out, before anyone could act.    There suddenly was a sharp inhale of breath, a breath of life. And she breathed.   Opened her eyes. And once again breathed. I just stared at her. All these emotions just washing over me. But, first and foremost just Relief. Then tears of joy, and elation. she is back. She came back to us.

| end of entry 21 |

[dragon-heisters]

Session 21, 14 Jan 2023

Well as you can see from the dates it’s been bloody ages. Joe has updated the Trollskull Manor map; it now has doors and windows you can open and close. We spend ten minutes fascinated by that, and then stake claims on the rooms. Nuri and Thessalie want to be near the library.

Lif tells us the forewoman of the construction here, Goffa Mackadin, has returned and wants to meet with us. Also, Hazel has a message asking her to visit the basement. Uh oh. Nuri will go with her. Now, there are no childrens’ bones, and no waist-high water either. An improvement. There is a note on the wall - 'check out the not so secret door'. She slides a panel and finds a locked door - she picks it. 25 does it. She checks for traps.

“Gasp - there’s a person here!” She does recognise the halfling who is also there - one of the were-rats, Roscoe Underbough. He called his boys off, and did some spying for us, so we like him.

“What’d you think?” he asks.

… Very nice?

He points at a sewer pipe and tells her that it leads to the sewers so we have access to them unseen. Maybe a possibility for smuggling? If Hazel wants to meet, she is to leave a message in the pipe. (This was why the message was for her and not the rest of us.) She can now earn extra money through smuggling.

Back in the taproom, Goffa asks us if we like the new stage she’s fitted, on which the nimblewright is currently playing a jig.

We can pay Goffa to update other features of the tavern, which will all add to future profits we make. Speaking of which - Thessalie rolls on the Tavern Events table. We get plus 10 to all future rolls on the business table! Hazel rolls on the business table - 78, plus 10, plus 5 from a previous upgrade. 93! She then rolls 3d10; 26 x 3 is 78gp for the ten-day. Yeah!

Right - quick story recap.

Rock gnome called Dalakhar:

Killed by a fireball on his way to us. 20 minutes later Renaer showed up, saying he’d arranged to meet the gnome.

Renaer chose our place as the location. Gnome was an agent for R’s father, hired to spy on R. Then he disappeared. Was carrying something valuable for R’s father, contacted him hoping he could help.

Gnome was carrying the Stone of Golor (sp?) was being hounded by all thieves' guilds. Wanted to offload it to Renaer.

After he was killed, Urstal Floxin stole the stone and escaped, fleeing to the Gralhund manor.

The Gralhunds were providing shelter to Floxin, in exchange for gold from the Stone. They got impatient, hired an assassin to kill Floxin and take the Stone from themselves. The assassin used a nimblewright, ordering it to use the necklace of Fireballs to cause the explosion in Trollskull Alley. The nimblewright was made by another nimblewright, Nim, and then went missing.

Floxin is now in the custody of the city Watch, thanks to us, saving the Gralhunds upon whom he had turned. (The Gralhunds were far from gracious, or grateful about it). The nimblewright fled the manor and took the Stone with it. The press went after the Gralhunds but they spun it to seem like they were the victims.

Istrid Horn, a Doom Raider, stayed with us to lay low as Watch cracking down on crime in aftermath of explosion.

We found the nimblewright in an alley, shooed off the city watch and took it home. We need to name it. Gralhund gave it a map and told it to deliver the Stone to the Trades Ward. We went there, then found Nat, Jenks, and Squiddly on a stolen applecart. They said Watch had been seen sniffing around. Went to the address given to the nimblewright, place had been trashed. Lady Laerel Silverhand showed up and paid us to go after the stone in a sewer ‘for the good of the city’.

We went there, cleared the hideout of Duergar, liberating some kobolds, then came across a Gibbering Mouther and some other stuff. We also met Thorvin Twinbeard - he is there undercover for the Harpers, and was working on a mechanical beholder which he gave to us. We agreed not to blow his cover.

On the body of the lead Duergar, we found a stone we believed was the Stone of Golor. On closer inspection it turned out to be a fake.

Right, now we're about up to date.

We ponder what to do with the mechanical beholder. We could put it on our stage?

Rest of the entry to follow...

[madegeeky]

Ahahahahaha

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[willel]

Vecna story Lore

Found some cool lore about Vecna and his opponents.

Firstly, nothing is 1 to 1. They use dnd for inspiration though so I found some stuff that maybe could come into play?

Firstly, wanna establish some things. I believe I've found two characters who vaguely resemble Will and El. Also, I am not an expert in anyway on this game, I know about most of it through osmosis and reading on my own time.

The one I'm almost 100% positive on is Will = Elminster.

Elminster Aumar, also known as the "Sage of Shadowdale" and the "Old Mage", was one of the most famous and powerful wizards in all of Faerûn.

For all I can perceive, Elminster is very powerful and like a celebrity or something. I researched him before and while I found he never had any direct encounters with Vecna, players/fans of DnD speculate who is stronger than who in a match and Elminster is a aware of Vecna's power.

When I did my research a few months ago, I was looking for a lady mage that would fit El's description, but didn't truly find one. I mean, I did find one but it was kinda a stretch (and I was uncomfortable and annoyed that it was a previous romance of Elminster which gives me icky vibes and questioning why everybody has to screw everybody but anyways)

Elminster and Will are almost 1 to 1. Elminster was also once lost to an alternate dimension and held prisoner and had to be rescued by his friends.

Elminster realized that the only way to close the portal before legions of devils spilled forth into Toril was to close it from the other side. In the early hours of Hammer 1, 1372 DR, Elminster entered the portal and narrowly managed to close it, but at the expense of much of his magical strength. Once in Hell, he was abducted and enslaved by an outcast archdevil known as Nergal, who wished to discover the secret of Mystra's silver fire. Elminster was subject to brutal tortures, surviving only because of his exceptional endurance and ability to heal himself with silver fire. While the arch-fiend plundered Elminster's thoughts and memories, … After much searching, the Simbul found him, and together they defeated Nergal and returned home.

But enough about Will. Today while digging through some Vecna v Elminster discussions, I saw the mention of a character named Mordenkainen.

Mordenkainen was a prolific archmage from the world of Oerth who was responsible for many powerful and useful spells.

Not a lady, but still relevant? I don't really know if this really holds up, but for the sake of this post, let's go with it. The important part is that Mord is a friend of Elminster and is part of a group called "the Circle of Eight" which was composed of other powerful mages. It does not appear that Elminster was part of this group.

Mordenkainen was a good friend of Elminster Aumar; the two met on numerous occasions at Ed Greenwood's house on Earth to exchange news from each other's worlds, as well as spells and lore.

Apparently, this Circle of Eight went against Vecna and while they were demolished, Vecna lost too.

Following the demise of the Circle of Eight at the hands of Vecna during the lich's first failed attempt at obtaining greater deity status, a grieving Mordenkainen was consoled by Elminster, as the wizards reflected on the fragility of their good deeds.

Mordenkainen later traveled to Barovia in an attempt to free the local population from its vampire darklord Strahd. However, he underestimated Strahd's power and, after barely surviving a confrontation with him, he lost his spellbook and his staff, eventually losing his memory and being driven to the brink of madness. He became known by the locals as the Mad Mage of Mount Baratok.

In the Year of the Scarlet Witch, 1491 DR, Mordenkainen, still suffering from bouts of madness, was in Waterdeep, where Storm Silverhand and Elminster were helping him to recover from them.

By the Year of Twelve Warnings, 1494 DR, Mordenkainen inhabited the Tower of Urm, a dwelling that he used as a vehicle to travel through the multiverse. He occasionally visited Avernus to study the effects of the Nine Hells over the schools of magic and to ensure the balance of the universe

Interesting huh? Again, don't look at this one to one. Just in general. If I were to speculate based on this information:

They're all going to go against Vecna and while he is defeated, they're going to suffer heavy loses. I'm not sure if it's gonna be death, but I think their team will get seriously injured this time.

I also believe El will be dealt a heavy blow. Maybe not lose her powers again, but maybe she starts having trouble with her mind? Memories? Amnesia again?

And this DEFINITELY won't happen because the Duffers hate writing family relationships, but I also take away from this that El would be helped by Will to keep her sanity/get her memories back/recover.

But yeah. that's all I got.

[omg-imagine]

Loopy

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand x female!V

Summary: V is a little loopy from her anesthesia, and Johnny finds it amusing.

Words: 1.7k

A/N: Requested by @thescorpionrodriguez. Hope you enjoy!

“Come on, V, wake the fuck up already.”

Silence. Johnny swears he could hear a pin drop.

V’s body remains lax on the bed; her eyes wound shut as if she were sound asleep. Slow and rhythmic, the rise and fall of her chest were calming, lulling. For once, she looks to be in peace, a rare moment for those who live and breathe in Night City.

She had been lucky. Extremely lucky. Two or three millimeters more to the right and the bullet that pierced her abdomen would have hit an organ. By some miracle, it missed anything vital and had exited out cleanly. It did fucking hurt judging by the sound of her agonizing groans, but here she was—still kicking, still alive.

And Johnny’s relieved that she was. They may not get along at times, but he genuinely cares for V. Hell, he would even consider her a good friend. She could call him a snarky asshole as often as she wants (and she does), yet he knows that deep down, she too has grown a soft spot for the rocker boy.

It’s been hours since the mission that went awry, and Johnny was getting pretty antsy. Vik had to put V down while he worked on repairing her cyberware. Nothing major, though the anesthesia should have certainly worn out by now. Much to Silverhand’s surprise, the ripperdoc wasn’t acting all too worried about it. He thinks V could use the sleep since he’s aware of how little she’s been getting.

Unfortunately, Johnny was all but a patient man. Bored out of his damn mind, he’s tired of roaming around the operating room, waiting and waiting for V to regain consciousness. Johnny’s more than ready to leave, perhaps grab a smoke afterward. He hasn’t gone this long without one lately, and he can’t enjoy one if V’s lying here, knocked out cold.

Nearly the rest of the day flies by, and the sun begins to set. That’s when he feels it; a spark—a familiar jolt of electricity emitting in the depths of V’s mind. Johnny manifests by her bedside, watching as her body finally stirs awake. That’s my girl, he silently praises, a flicker of a smile playing on his lips. V’s eyes flutter open, taking a minute to survey her surroundings before her line of sight lands on him.

“Well, look who decided to come back to life,” Johnny quips, leaning closer. “You doing alright, kid?”

V doesn’t respond. Rather, she bursts into a fit of giggles out of nowhere.

What the fuck?

Bewildered, Johnny glances everywhere but notices nothing amusing of the sort. “Care to share what you find so funny?”

“You’re too good looking to be my nurse,” V drawls, no doubt experiencing side effects from the anesthesia.

“I’m no nurse, princess, but thanks,” he corrects her. Then, it dawns on him. “You recognize me?”

She blinks at him blearily, the gears in her head turning as she tries to put a name to the face. “I dunno, should I?”

“It’s Johnny. Johnny Silverhand. Ring any bells?”

Again, V chuckles, a light-hearted tone that Johnny rarely hears, but they were sweet music to his ears when he does.

“Nope, zero bells. Are you like my husband or something?”

Johnny’s eyes widen. “Husband? Oh, no, honey. We ain’t even gone on a date yet. I’d say, think of us as partners-in-crime.”

“Wait!” V blurts out, gasping. “I remember you. You’re from that band—Samurai, right? God, I used to listen to your songs a lot as a kid.”

“Huh, you told me you’d never heard of Samurai,” Johnny recalls, slightly entertained at this point. “Didn’t peg you as a fangirl, V. I’m flattered.”

“So, can I… y’know, get your autograph?”

Just before Johnny could continue playing around with a loopy V, Viktor strolls in with Misty in tow, both delighted to find the merc out of her prolonged slumber. He lingers by the foot of her bed as Vik explains to V what happened, but she doesn’t seem to be processing it. She stares at him, dazed, and Johnny wonders when she’ll be back to normal.

“The effects should go away in a few hours,” Vik informs Misty once he’s examined V. She’s healing nicely and isn’t complaining much, yet that could be because of all the painkillers she was jacked with. “I’d say watch over V until she can stand on her own two feet without tripping. Other than that, she’s good to go.”

“Where are we going?” a clueless V asks, looking back and forth between the two. “Is Johnny coming?”

Misty furrows her brow at her. “Johnny?”

“Yeah, mister sex on legs over there,” she points eagerly, and Johnny smirks at that. “I’m not done talking to him yet.”

Vik shakes his head before reminding Misty of the engram residing within V’s psyche. “Oh, yeah. Silverhand. Uh, I guess he could come, too. Don’t really have much of a choice there, doll.”

The walk back to V’s apartment was a journey in itself. Lucky for her, she was pushed in a wheelchair throughout it all as Johnny stays visible for her benefit. They reached the door just before the skies turned completely dark, the warmth and comfort of the room being somewhat familiar to V.

Misty carefully moves her onto the bed, propping her up with pillows behind her back before smoothing out the blankets covering her legs. Johnny observes from a distance, quiet in his pondering. He’s never seen V this vulnerable before. She’s always been incredibly independent, not to mention stubborn as hell. She won’t accept anyone’s help unless it’s dire, and even then, she’s reluctant to do so.

“You must be starving,” Misty comments once V is settled. “How about I get you somethin’ to eat downstairs. Better food than what’s here, if there’s any. Hang tight for a bit, ’kay?”

Nodding, Misty then heads out of the room, the front door sliding shut when she’s gone, leaving V in the presence of Johnny yet once again. He glitches to sit by the edge of the mattress as V stares at him incredulously. Her eyes shone what he could best describe as innocence; she truly has no clue of what they’ve gone through together in the previous months.

“Can you sing me a song?”

Johnny narrows his gaze, a small chuckle rumbling in his throat at her deliriousness. “I don’t do concerts anymore.”

“Oh, come on!” V pouts, almost child-like in her ways. “Pleeease?”

“No,” he refuses sternly before an idea comes to mind. “How about you sing to me? Said you were a fan. Give me a performance, and maybe I’ll consider it.”

V does not hesitate. On cue, she starts to serenade Johnny with one of Samurai’s greatest hits, going as far as imitating the gruffness of his voice. Off-beat and lyrics garbled, V belts out the tune confidently and loud enough that her irritated neighbors began banging on the wall, yelling at her to quit it.

She ignores them, of course.

Meanwhile, Johnny’s having the time of his life. It was quite endearing to him, although embarrassing for V if she later finds out about this. Yet, he doesn’t stop her. He encourages her even further by singing along, not giving a fuck in the world.

At the end of the song, Johnny laughs heartily along with V, who had crawled closer to him. Their eyes meet for a moment that seems to last longer than it actually did. His mouth quirks up in a smile, the kind of smile that was reserved for her and her alone.

“You’re pretty cool, Silverhand,” V mumbles sleepily, touching the cold surface of his chrome arm. Sighing, Johnny guides her drowsy self back under the covers, certain that she would crash in the next minute or two. “I think you should take me on a date. We’d be a hell of a couple together.”

“I think you’re going to regret everything that’s happened just now when you wake up in the morning,” he returns, and there was a slight pang in his chest.

V only hums in response, and he doubts he had even heard what he last said. It doesn’t matter, however. Johnny was sure she wouldn’t want to bring this up again.

---

“Fuck…” V exhales groggily, her blinking eyes wincing at the bright sunlight flooding into the room. She feels pain all over, her head throbbing immensely as she tries to gather memories of the day prior. It comes back in bits and pieces until suddenly, she remembers everything.

Everything.

“Good morning, princess,” Johnny greets after materializing before her, a cocky smirk plastered on his face. “How ya feelin’? Still loopy or need a little more refreshing from ‘mister sex on legs?’”

V’s reflexes are quick; Johnny doesn’t even register the pillow being hurled at him at first. He only realizes it when the empty glass bottles on the center table falls to the floor, shattering and making a mess.

“You’re lucky you’re just a hologram, right now,” V muttered as she stands up unsteadily.

Johnny holds his hands up. “You were the one who said it.”

Rolling her eyes, V reaches for the painkillers Misty left on the side. “Don’t remind me.”

“Alright, but at least let me tell you that you’ve got a shitty voice.”

“That’s why I don’t do karaoke,” V snorts before swallowing the pills and heading to the couch. “So, what do you think?”

“What do you mean?” Johnny questions.

“You, me, dinner?”

V waits for his reaction, smiling coyly at his confusion. When Johnny finally understands what she was referring to, he almost couldn’t believe it.

“Wait, are you fucking serious?”

She lets out a chortle. “Yeah, I’m serious. Don’t get me wrong, I’m mortified about last night, and I’m never going to let Vik knock me out with that stuff again. But hey, the truth came out. Might not have remembered you, but even while high as fuck, I knew I liked you.”

Briefly, they traded a look of longing, acknowledging at last this deeper connection they’ve felt for a while. It was much more than sharing a body, a mind. Something more profound than what Johnny and V have experienced before in their lives.

And though it was all entirely new to them, they both wanted it. They both wanted each other.

“Better get to it then,” Johnny flashes a grin, mirroring V’s own. “Wanna start with breakfast? Bet you’re hungry after skipping what Misty brought you, samurai.”

“Never going to live that one down, are ya?”

Shooting her a cheeky wink, Johnny throws on his stylish pair of aviators with ease.

“You bet your ass I’m not.”

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