My Beautiful Princess With A Disorder

CANTO: INFERNO [a cyberpunk 2077 fanfic]

V has no time to think of what a future could even look like. Here, in the churning belly of the city, the pace is heartbeat-fast until the last squeeze of the hand of Capital finds its way into your trachea and plays a dirge on your vocal cords. She's a street kid, orphaned at sixteen: who fucking isn't. Her friends have been dying as long as she remembers living and her parents' brains have been dissolved into syntax many hours before she's found their bodies bloating over in their running chairs. This was ten years ago. This feels like yesterday. Dirt poor, in over her head, the struggle to survive turns to desperate measures as she stumbles into a dying Jackie Welles who promises her a fortune in eddies, if only she slots a stolen biochip in her brain. Johnny Silverhand's name is a curse in her family, spoken between liturgies addressed to a dead Blackwall god. And the terrible noise of time approaches, the most violent sound in the world.

-> ch.01 // : through a dark wood, the right way blurred and lost

Valerie Cunningham, grand-niece from Alt's Father's side finds her paths crossed with a rockerboy's engram as a city that threatens to swallow them all is standing on the precipice of hell.

rating: explicit // trigger warnings: dead dove/all // main ships: johnny silverhand/V // keywords: toxic relationship, codependency, survival horror, cyberpunk dystopia, cosmic horror

Core Mikoshi

The fact that Dante created the most popular image of the afterlife with absolutely no theological basis for it will still be the funniest thing to me

what if I took Johnny Silverhand and John Wick and made them kiss