#silverfield

[silverswag]

I gotta post more of my conversation responses bc lawd 💀

[puppyswagval]

Silverfield #10

I woke up to the sun shining dimly through my purple window curtains. For a second, a split second, I had forgotten the events of the night before. Still foggy from sleep, I rolled over in Johnny's arms, feeling my face go red, flustered, as I remembered our "activities". I buried my face in his chest, listening to his soft heartbeat while he still slept.He stirred slightly, his arms tightening around me as he buried his face in my hair. He stayed silent, both of us enjoying the warmth and comfort of being in each other's arms. After a few moments, he slowly blinked open his eyes, looking down at me. "Morning, Princess,""Good morning, my love." I placed my hand on his cheek, staring lovingly into his eyes. He turned his head slightly to press a soft kiss into my palm, his stubble tickling my skin. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth as he gazed back at me. "Sleep well, sweetheart?" His voiced is low and raspy from sleep, impossibly endearing. Gods, how is he so fucking beautiful? "Best sleep I've gotten in years." He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling in his chest. His hand began to slowly draw patterns on my back, his touch gentle and soothing."That's good to hear. You need your rest, V." His eyes trailed over my face, taking in every feature as if committing it to memory. "Johnny..."

"Yes, my angel?"

"I love you." I whisper softly, like the words were a sacred prayer. 

"I love you too." He whispered back.

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Sorry this one was short

[addysilverin]

Some amazing art of my half-elf, Adrastos, from the amazing @nekuromid [https://www.deviantart.com/nekuromii ]

[dettaglihomedecor]

Silverfield: il caravan in stile vintage e interni di design

[glamzery]

[silverswag]

"Feels like I’m missing something, something really important, and then i realize you’re there, always were, and this stupid wave of relief washes over me”

[silverswag]

Home (SilverField #8)

(the next one will have smut)

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The lights were blinding upon waking up. Fuck. My head is killing me.

"Johnny?" I croaked. Nothing. I turned my head to see Vik sitting next to me.

"Hey, kid." He smiled. That was a relief to me.

"Johnny... is he?"

"Yea, he's fine. His healing process is gonna be a lot longer than yours, but... you'll both recover. He's still asleep."

"How long have I been out?"

"A month. We... we almost lost you there for a minute. But you pulled through, you both did." Suddenly, a soft groan came from the other bed. Vik automatically moved to check on him while I tried to sit up slowly.

"Easy, V. Your body's been through a lot." Vik gently helped me get comfortable. Then he approached Johnny's bed.

"Johnny.." I smiled. Johnny's eyes fluttered open, his gaze immediately finding mine. He smiled weakly, his voice hoarse from disuse.

"Hey, Val." He tries to sat up, wincing in pain, he fell back onto the pillow. Vik quickly moved to support him. "Fuck, everything hurts."

"Yea, you've been frozen for how many fucking years?" I laughed. "Welcome back to the land of the living." Johnny chuckled softly, then grimaced as pain shot through his body.

"Too fucking long," He muttered, trying to prop himself up on his elbows. "Though I gotta say, waking up to your gorgeous face? Best sight ever."

"Lay your ass down."

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Vik kept us at that damn makeshift clinic for a month while we recovered. Thanks to modern medicine, we were able to go home fairly quickly.

As we both settled into the apartment Reed was letting us stay at, Johnny seemed much weaker than I think he expected to be. He could barely walk without getting winded, and his chrome arm looked like it was bothering him, like it was heavier than usual. He sat down on the couch, staring at his reflection in the chrome.

"Damn it."

"You okay, baby?" I asked, taking a seat next to him. He looked up at me, trying to hide his frustration behind a scowl.

"I'm fine," He grunted, flexing his chrome fingers. "Just... weak. I hate feeling weak." He muttered, his jaw clenched. "I need to get stronger."

"And you will. Vik said himself, it'll take a bit longer for you to recover due to the condition of your body." I wrapped my hand around his arm, offering it support. He looked at my hand on his arm, then up at me with a soft expression. He leaned into my touch, his shoulder slumping slightly.

"You're right," He sighed, his voice softer now. "I just... I want to be able to protect you. To keep you safe."

"Johnny, we are safe. Reed isn't gonna let anything happen to us."

"Yeah, I know Reed's watching our backs..." His voice trailed off as he looked around the apartment, taking in the familiar yet strange surroundings. "This place... it's nice, but it's not our home." He turned to face me fully, his eyes reflecting concern.

"I know, but you need to heal and recover. For now, this is our best and safest option." I brought my hands up to his face, caressing his cheekbones. "We will leave Night City as soon as we can. I promise." He leaned into my touch, closing his eyes as he savored the warmth of my hands on his face.

"Okay," He murmured, his voice tired but content. "As long as we're together, I can handle being stuck in this damn apartment for a while longer."

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The weeks passed, and I could tell they were agonizingly long for Johnny. By week 3, he was up and walking, even had his silver arm replaced with a brand new, shiny model.

He flexed his new chrome arm, admiring the gleaming metal in the light as we stood on the balcony, doused in the moonlight and the bright outdoor light. The healing process has been long and frustrating, but at least he could move around without pain now. He turned to me with a cocky smirk.

"Check it out, babe - pretty sweet, huh?"

"Mhm. The blue was a nice touch, I personally think." I pointed at the delicate blue swirls that looked like veins, running along his chrome, my fingers tracing patterns along his arm. He flexed his arm again, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"Yeah? Thought you'd like that." His expression softened, and his eyes drank up mine as my fingers traced patterns on his arm, causing pleasant tingles to run down my spine.

"Johnny." I brought my hand up to touch his face. "My Johnny." He held one of my hands, bringing it to his lips, planting kiss on my palm. I stared into those beautiful, brown puppy dog eyes. I want to spend the rest of my life with this man.

"I love you."

[silverswag]

“You’re fuckin’ closest to me by a long shot. There twenty-four seven. And yet…you don’t seem to hate my guts. Of all the heads I could’ve popped in, hella glad it was yours.“

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