#cp2077 fic

[heartbreakincident]

haha so what if the relic malfunctions got so bad that V needed to check out of his body for a bit

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"Fuckin' hurts, Johnny."

"I know, that's why you've gotta call Vik," Johnny insists. "He's a fuckin' ripper, he'll have pills or something you can take that'll help."

Pills. There's an idea.

He drags himself onto his hands and knees, fighting the nausea that threatens to bowl him over as soon as he moves, and starts crawling out of the shower and towards the sink.

"What're you doin'?" Johnny asks, glitching and appearing off to the side so he can watch V blindly reach up and feel around the counter.

He can't stand right now, he'd probably just fall over and crack his head open again if he did, so he has to try to remember where he put the bottle last and grab it blind. Eventually, he gets his hand on it and pulls it around to double check—bingo. Pseudoendotrizine.

"No fucking way," Johnny says immediately, kneeling in front of V as he weakly tries to get enough of a grip to open the bottle. "V, that shit will make you worse."

"I know," he croaks, glancing up for a second before furrowing his brows back down at the bottle, struggling to control his fingers enough to squeeze and twist at the same time. "But I can't… I need a break, I can't do this. It hurts so bad, I can't—" He sobs, and that just sends him coughing again.

"Fuck," Johnny mutters, hands hovering in the air over V, hesitating because he can't do shit about this situation anyway. He can't touch him, can't comfort him, can't take the pain away. But he can take the wheel for a bit, let V fade into the half-awake, half-asleep place of non-awareness and stop feeling everything so damn much for a couple hours. "V, I… fuck. Killin' me to see you like this."

He gets the right angle and the bottle cap twists off, flying to the floor and bouncing a few times. Doesn't matter. He tries to get one of the little capsules out and ends up dumping half the bottle out into his shaking hand, so he just pours as many of them back in as he can and drops the rest so he only has one left in his palm. He'll deal with it later, but he can barely even see past the pounding in his head right now.

"Just take care of us for a bit, 'kay?" He asks, looking up at Johnny. "Trust you."

He's never seen that expression on Johnny's face before. Like he's grieving someone who isn't dead yet.

V swallows the pill, and everything fades to black.

[elf-trash]

Never Fade Away

y'all....... I did it I finally finished this fucker 🥲

to anyone who's been following (or is just tuning in), this is the epilogue of my massive SilverV longfic that's been a 4 year undertaking

Title: The Rebel Path Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077 Summary: Follows Johnny and V's complicated relationship as it plays out in the game and after. Fix it but first make it worse! Rating: Explicit Pairing: Johnny/V, Kerry/(female) V, a healthy dose of Johnny/Kerry/V, plus a few other brief pairings

enormous thank you to everyone who has read, kudos'ed, commented on, or shared this fic over the last few years!!! ily all so much!!!!! 💕

[charybdiaa]

Oil and Sport - CP2077 fic Ch 1

🎉🎊🎉lets goooo it's FIC time.

Chapter 1: No Remorse

Entire Fic Description:

Johnny joined the NUSA Marines fresh out of high school entirely because he wasn't media literate enough to hear the warnings from the songs his heroes sang to him. Now he's ragged, aged a decade, and half metal, unable to grapple with newfound irritability and a near constant state of manic rage. But that hardly matters- because 2007 is a great first year for the band Samurai as him, Kerry Eurodyne, and Nancy Hartley work their way to the top of Night City's hardcore underground. But behind the stage, Kerry has a feeling there's something more complex going on behind Johnny's dark aviators and violent hands. The only issue is: How will Kerry push past his wall without being burned? Easy answer. It's just not possible.

[mosquitobible]

Chapter 2 is out! I am super proud of this chapter and I had lots of fun rewriting most of it lmao I hope y’all enjoy!

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077 (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Johnny Silverhand/V Characters: Johnny Silverhand, V (Cyberpunk 2077), Goro Takemura Summary:

Johnny told her she would come to regret her decision, but V never could have imagined just how right he would be. After signing her soul away to Arasaka in an act of desperation for survival, V is faced with the true weight of what it means to make a deal with a devil in a corporate mask. What was once a bargain for a second chance has become an endless loop of suffering as V becomes a subject of deadly experiments at the hands of Arasaka; her body discarded and her engram reuploaded into a freshly printed one over and over. The endless cycle of death and rebirth leaves V��s sense of self unraveling as each new body begins to feel more like a cage, and her psyche begins to deteriorate. Will she have the strength to fight back, or will she surrender to her fate as atonement for her betrayal?

"V was a lot of things; stubborn, impulsive, reckless, careless, overly optimistic at times, but not naive; at least that is not a word she would use to describe herself, but if something walks like a sheep and baas like a sheep, then it’s probably a sheep and when a sheep trusts a wolf they get bit, and V is beginning to realize just how much that fucking hurts."

[glitchinginthegarden]

Phantom Liberty AU Johnny because he's consumed my thoughts.

He's not in good shape.

[deathlywounded]

"Bring me back to life Never let me go Your troubles and your heart strife I saw them Take me by the hand As we cross through battlefields Nobody understands 'Cause there’s nobody at the wheel Beautiful James I don't wanna wake you Everybody lies One hundred times a day The silence in your eyes Is far too rare to give away And it’s exactly why I stay Beautiful James I don’t wanna wake you Though I may have to" Lyrics from "Beautiful James" by Placebo. Welcome into my collage layer era, chums.

[zev-zev]

“do you ever regret what you’ve done in your life?” you mutter, glancing in the direction of your little day to day parasite; johnny silverhand. he sits at the edge of your bed, leaning against the inner wall with a lit cigarette fizzing between his fingers. you’ve become bed ridden from a particular bad relic malfunction and the thought of “what if’s” plagued your sickly mind.

johnny wears his iconic sunglasses as he sits promptly across from you. you can’t tell if he’s looking at you, or even paying attention, but it doesn’t stop you from talking away in your feverish state. “hey, you could at least answer. you’re the one killin’ me ya know.” you jab, following up with a half chuckle, half cough. “i wanna know, don’t i get one free wish or somethin’?”

johnny cracks a smile but otherwise he continues to stay quiet. just takes a long drag off the end of his imaginary cigarette as his hologram self flickers, the only tell that reminds you he’s not really real; just a ghost of a man.

“yeah i’ve got a lot of regrets, v. nothing i can do to change ‘em though, so why ask?” johnny finally speaks up, breaking his vow of brief silence. his tone is bitter and cold like usual but this time it sounds…far more distant; most likely due to your slow recovery from the previous malfunction strike.

one day, you feared, he’d be completely out of your grasp.

“dunno just curious, i guess. would you change anything?” you continue to pry, lifting an eyebrow at the other as you shimmy your way into somewhat of a sitting position.

johnny sighs at your prying and you know if he wasn’t wearing his sunglasses he’d probably roll his damn eyes at you. like a disappointed friend giving you advice for the seventeen time about the same topic. “fuck v,” he says as he takes another long drag off his cigarette. “i don’t know, maybe not fucking die?” he adds with a more annoyed tone.

“hey you can’t be mean to me right now so just answer the damn question.” you shoot back, restraining yourself from tossing the closest pillow at his head…it wouldn’t reach the target like you’d want it too anyway.

silence falls once more between the two of you. johnny continuing to smoke while his head slightly turns off to the side, allowing him to stare out the window beside your bed. he takes a moment to look at the flashing lights of NC before finally turning back to face you. “i wouldn’t change anything. even if i got to live again, in my own body, with my own damn thoughts…even if i died again, don’t care. wouldn’t change a thing.”

now it’s your turn to lift your eyebrow in confusion. you had expected him to go on and on about what he’d do to change everything that went wrong; beating adam smasher, saving alt, maybe even righting wrongs with both kerry and rouge. i mean you half expected him to mention blowing arasaka up…again

“why?”

for a moment you expect him to disappear, to retreat back into the depths of your mind and to finally be done with your nitpicking. but johnny doesn’t, keeps his ‘physical’ form, and he stays. and he’s turning to look directly at you. his cigarette is gone as he reaches up with his mechanical arm to remove his sunglasses for the first time…ever. and he does something unexpected, even by the legend, johnny silverhand’s standard.

“…because then i’d never get the chance to meet you, v. i’d die a thousand deaths just to meet you at the end of the line.”

and then he finally leaves. disappears before you can even fully comprehend his confession. leaves you in your semi pitch black room with nothing but your headache and the tightness inside your chest.

[halfmoonheart]

good morning CP2077 fandom its cold and im mad please tell me if you're a "they cloned johnny" truther or a "they froze johnny" truther

[synth-peach]

is it safe, is it safe to just be who we are?

[peri-grine]

Been thinking about one of my favorite tropes lately (characters falling asleep together as a way to show that they feel safe with each other) and whoops my hand slipped, here's that with my two favorite losers, V Cyberpunk and Johnny Silverhand:

It's not something V noticed all at once. Instead, it was little moments, small puzzle pieces they connected into a picture over the couple of months following Johnny's and their safe return to the land of the living.

Johnny didn't sleep as an engram. Not really. He "slept" when V did, their shared brain and body shutting the both of them down for the night together. Even his dreams weren't wholly his own, but intertwined with V's, their memories tangling into incomprehensible flashes of cold steel, warm laughter, and blood.

V suspected that if Johnny had been able to rest independent of them while an engram, they would have noticed it much sooner:

He never fell asleep first.

Not when nightmares– his or V's, take your pick– woke them up in the middle of the night and they sought the solace of the other's embrace. Neither did he drift off before V on those quiet afternoons where they had nothing better to do but enjoy each other's company curled up on the couch.

The more V thought about it, the more it made sense. Johnny's difficult past was no secret, especially not to them. When was the last time he'd felt safe– really, truly safe– enough to let his guard down? To put his defenses away? It definitely hadn't been during his time in the military, the unforgiving streets of Night City, backstage, or during his stint with nomads.

2077 seemed more promising, but V wasn't expecting anything to happen soon. Little of what the two of them had been through could hardly be considered stable, secure, or comforting. And so it was that they were content to watch, wait, and offer Johnny what they could.

When it finally did happen, it did so quietly and with no fanfare, and V was perfectly alright with that.

A month or so had passed, filled with gigs, get-togethers with friends, and the sorts of trouble only an undead merc and their resurrected rockerboy input could get up to. Late one morning, V sat on the couch flicking through their holo, doing nothing in particular. Across from them, a holographic display was playing reruns of some sitcom V had only seen clips of on the net, providing background noise.

A door slid open and shut elsewhere in the apartment. V didn't have to turn and look to know who it was. Johnny stepped around the couch, hair still damp from the shower. He was careful to dodge Nibbles where he was batting around a toy mouse on the floor, then slumped down onto the couch beside V. As he did, a heavy sigh escaped him.

It... had not been a good night, for either of them. A series of close calls the past few days had caught up to them both, and the stress and resulting nightmares kept them up and restless. V had finally managed to catch a couple hours of rest closer to dawn, but as far as they could tell, Johnny had not been so lucky. They figured he'd do what he usually did and muscle through it until the next night.

"Got shit to do," he'd always say, as if he were incapable of stopping, of slowing down for even a day.

Johnny slouched against V, head falling onto their shoulder. V was glad they'd opted to wear a tank top today, or their sleeve would have gotten wet. They tilted their head against his, returning the affection.

"Anythin' interesting?" he asked, snaking his metal arm around V's waist from behind and sneaking his fingers up under their shirt, running his thumb over the exposed skin at V's hip.

V gently shook their head. "Nah. Just same shit as usual: fearmongerin', drama, and ads. Barely know why I bother anymore," they said lightly.

The only response V got was a quiet exhale through Johnny's nose, like the ghost of a laugh, though he didn't move away. Still watching what V was doing on their holo, they guessed. V was about to put their it away when it pinged, signalling an alert from a screamsheet they followed, one that detailed what chrome was about to hit the streets. They opened the notification, scrolling through the articles slowly, in case Johnny was reading along. He did that often enough.

V lost track of how long they spent reading, but it was long enough for Nibbles to completely lose interest in his toy, and jump up onto the couch. The sphynx cat, as he always did, crawled right over V and into Johnny's lap, nudging his 'ganic hand where it rested on his thigh. No response. Then, he did it again. And then a third time.

"Johnny, just pet the damn–"

And then it hit them.

He'd fallen asleep.

Now that V was paying attention, it was obvious. The slow, deep intakes of breath, the occasional twitch of metal fingers against their side, the way that Johnny– one of the most talkative people V knew– hadn't said anything about what they'd been reading on their holo. A warmth spread through V's chest, something sweet and soft and new. They set their holo down on the couch beside them, then carefully settled back into Johnny's half-embrace, turning their head just enough to press a light kiss to his hair. Nibbles apparently decided that V was now his best bet for scritches, because he padded back into their lap and curled up there, purring softly.

V knew they'd have to get up eventually, but for now they let themself enjoy this. They had everything they needed right here.

[sweetmage]

Goooood evening Night City!! On this fabulous Saturday evening (on the West Coast anyway) let's give it up for up Watson's greatest ripper who has made it another year!

Gigantic shoutout to @yiyan9999 for being such a lovely, creative, and passionate friend and inspiring me to do something nice for Vik's birthday🥰

To celebrate, I'm releasing a demo for a visual novel in which you, as V (no visuals, references to gender, race, or lifepath. It could be ANY V!), do your best to make Vik's birthday something special... despite the fact you totally forgot! As this is a demo, there are a few visual issues that I am aware of that will be fixed in time. If you find any more issues, bugs, or crashes, let me know and I'll get it fixed asap! At present, it can only be played in the PC browser, but I do plan to make a version that functions on mobile in the future. Want to know more about what's in store or what's to come in future updates? Take a peek below the cut and find out! 😊

This game is already around 6k words long despite not yet getting to the meat and potatoes. Why? Because little details matter. Try on different outfits, shop around, and even talk back a little. There's no cheap bad endings, nearly everything is a viable option :) All options presented in the demo will be expanded upon in the future and the rest of the game will follow suit. You can expect things like:

Currency System

Choose wisely when buying gifts, choosing hangout spots, or sampling services or else Vik might wind up paying for his own birthday celebration!

V Responsibility System

How responsible and considerate you are in the intro dictates what other characters expect of you. Are you lazy and self-motivated? Others might be shocked when you do nice things. Are you a considerate go-getter? It will be a bit surprising to see you mess up.

Johnny Affinity System - Depending on your choices Johnny's opinions and interjections might be harsher or kinder. But it's not all down to points, he'll remember specific slip-ups and is known to hold a grudge.

Potential (Optional) Vik Romance Route

If there's enough interest I will add at least one romance path to each route, assuming a few conditions are met when playing.

[elf-trash]

Taking this opportunity to promote my Cyberpunk fic because I'm finally updating it again!!!!!!!!

If you're new to my stuff, it's a very long SilverV fic that follows the plot of the game and reworks the endings. 62/65 chapters are currently posted. It's probably best described as a "fix it but first make it worse" fic lol

[ruvviks]

to celebrate nearly three years of posting about these bozos, have the clown brigade in all their glory (please for the love of god click for better quality)! bios are in order of the individual pictures! vincent "v" mayer [he/him] >> the living legend of the afterlife. a resourceful and skilled merc working for vitali dobrynin and many other fixers in night city vitali dobrynin [he/him] >> a high profile fixer from wellsprings, and v's partner. offers high risk / high reward gigs and is well known for joining his mercs on the job cato wu [she/her] >> one of kang tao's most wanted. becomes head of security for vitali after mikhail koshechkin steps down from the role shiro nakano [he/him] >> ex arasaka security turned assassin and security expert. handles vitali's most dangerous assassination gigs huxley byrne [she/they] >> skilled gunner and (getaway) driver. used to run with the moxes before becoming one of vitali's most trusted eddie wolfe [he/they] >> ex bouncer turned mercenary. handles most bodyguard-type gigs at vitali's office and provides on-site security lauren dimas [she/her] >> a skilled netrunner and techie from t-bug's circle. has known vitali since college and handles all of his office's cybersecurity mikhail koshechkin [he/him] >> vitali's ex head of security and main medic at his office. regularly tags along on gigs when no one else is available thibault lajoie [he/they/xe] >> ex doll turned mercenary. specializes in stealth operations and provides on-site security with eddie wolfe

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[charybdiaa]

Oil and Sport - CP2077 fic Ch 4

Chapter 4: Bullet with Butterfly Wings

Entire Fic Description:

Johnny joined the NUSA Marines fresh out of high school entirely because he wasn't media literate enough to hear the warnings from the songs his heroes sang to him. Now he's ragged, aged a decade, and half metal, unable to grapple with newfound irritability and a near constant state of manic rage. But that hardly matters- because 2007 is a great first year for the band Samurai as him, Kerry Eurodyne, and Nancy Hartley work their way to the top of Night City's hardcore underground. But behind the stage, Kerry has a feeling there's something more complex going on behind Johnny's dark aviators and violent hands. The only issue is: How will Kerry push past his wall without being burned? Easy answer. It's just not possible.

[mosquitobible]

[glitchinginthegarden]

i keep swingin' my hand through a swarm of bees 'cause i want honey on my table but i never get it right no, i never get it right [x]