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dr-peppers-monster · 4 months ago

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Alive, With You–Chapter 5: Ink

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Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077

Fic Rating: Explicit

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

Chapter Summary: V and Johnny get some romantic new tattoos.

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V leaned in close to her vanity’s mirror, carefully applying her second eyeliner wing. With a steady hand, she flicked the wing out expertly and completed her eye makeup.

With only lipstick left to go, she glanced between a few colors before scrunching up her face in uncertainty.

“Johnny?” She called out into the bathroom a few feet away.

“Yeah?” Johnny responded.

“Need your help picking my lipstick color. Can’t decide.”

Johnny walked up behind V and put his hands on her shoulders.

“Lookin’ good, wife.” He said flirtatiously, squeezing her shoulders gently.

“Thank you, husband.” V replied sweetly.

She pointed to the collection of lip colors in front of her. “Can’t decide if I like the brown, the coral, or the–“

“That one.” Johnny said decisively, pointing to a red lipstick. “No question. S’my favorite.”

V smiled brightly. “Is it now?”

“Mhm.” Johnny said, backing up from her slightly. “Classic. Sexy as hell.”

“Well then, problem solved.” V said gratefully. “Come here first.”

V spun around in her chair and pursed her lips up at Johnny, making him chuckle as she eagerly awaited his kiss.

He placed a deep kiss on her lips, making her exhale in satisfaction before he pulled away.

“Delicious as always.” V said in a smooth voice.

She applied her lipstick and smiled at her reflection. “You were right! The perfect choice.”

“When am I ever wrong?” Johnny replied with a cocky grin.

“Whenever we argue. And when we’re deciding between sushi or tacos.”

Johnny smirked, crossing his arms. “Smartass.”

V stood up and pulled Johnny’s arms apart, wrapping them around her instead. She grinned mischievously at him and then gave him a firm kiss onto his neck, leaving a perfect lipstick stain behind.

She pulled her head back to admire her handiwork. “Marking my territory.”

Johnny glanced over at the mirror across from them, looking at his neck in admiration.

“Hm. Diggin’ that a lot actually.” He said thoughtfully.

“Should get it tattooed.” V joked.

Johnny paused for a moment before speaking again.

“You know what? I’m gonna.”

V blinked a few times in surprise before grinning widely. “Wait, really?”

“Fuck yeah. This’d be a sick tat. My wife’s lips on my neck forever? Can’t think of anythin’ better.”

V squealed excitedly. “Holy shit, I love that!!”

She leaned in close to his ear before speaking again.

“Really fucking sexy that you want to do that. Getting me all hot and bothered over here.”

“Oh, is that so?” Johnny growled as he began to kiss along V’s jaw, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up as he turned her on more and more by the second.

“I’ve been wanting another Johnny tattoo myself, matter of fact.” V said, looking lovingly at the “Johnny x V” tattoo on her arm as Johnny kissed down her neck. “Kinda into you, ya know. Know exactly what I want to get, too.

“Mm, can’t wait to hear all about it.” Johnny breathed out as his hands traveled down V’s body. “In a few minutes.”

V tingled all over as Johnny picked her up and moved her onto their bed, pulling her panties down and off of her in one smooth movement.

V let out a fiery moan as Johnny wasted no time running his tongue along her folds, intertwining his chrome hand with one of hers.

V’s cries of Johnny’s name made him feel invincible, her grip on his fingers so tight it would’ve been painful on his organic hand. Johnny never got tired of the sounds of her ecstasy, the way he knew exactly how to make her come undone.

He grinned to himself as he brought her to orgasm, the contractions pulsating deliciously on his lips. She attempted to catch her breath as he stood up with a confident swagger.

“Okay, you can tell me now.” He said with a satisfied grin.

“Jesus.” V barely choked out, laughing. “After that, I need a minute.”

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When Johnny and V arrived at the tattoo parlor, V was absolutely buzzing with excitement. Johnny couldn’t help but smile at his excitable wife, her enthusiasm infectious.

Johnny went first, not wanting to let the actual lipstick stain on his neck sit for any longer than necessary to avoid messing it up. Tattooing was a quick and easy process with the current technology, only taking a few minutes at most. Johnny sat down in the chair and V sat across from him, smiling away.

Johnny craned his neck to one side as the tattoo artist took photos of the lipstick stain and translated that into a photorealistic tattoo copy on his computer. Once he was certain he had what he needed, he wiped away the lipstick and got the tattoo machine underway.

Johnny winced slightly (tattoos still stung a bit no matter what year it was!), but the tattoo was finished nearly as quickly as it had begun.

“And there you are amigo, un besito completo!” The tattooist said, handing Johnny a mirror.

Johnny smiled proudly when he saw the new tattoo’s reflection. A perfect, photorealistic copy of V’s red lips was now a part of his body forever.

V hurried over to Johnny’s side to get a good look at it, and jumped up when she got her first glimpse.

“Eeee it’s perfect! I love it!” V exclaimed, giving Johnny a big kiss on the lips. She giggled when she saw the lipstick she left on his lips afterwards, wiping it away with a tissue.

“Alright Mrs., your turn.” Johnny said as he stood up, taking V’s hand and suavely helping her into the chair.

“Why thank you,” V said to him as she sat down with a flourish.

To V’s surprise, after Johnny got his body back she learned that he had beautiful handwriting. One morning, she had woken up and Johnny had already left for the day. She found a note on her bedside table that read:

“running some errands back in a few hours love you

yours always johnny”

V had kept that note safe in her side table’s drawer for months, Johnny’s simple sentiment meaning the entire world to her. She had taken a photo of the words “yours always” from the note and sent it over to the tattoo artist.

As far as the placement, she knew exactly where she wanted it. Just below where the chip that started her and Johnny’s love story was inserted, on the slot on the back of her neck. It just felt right.

V leaned forward and pulled any lingering hair away from her neck. A few quick zaps and her second Johnny themed tattoo was complete. What could she say, she was a sucker for him after all.

“Love it.” Johnny said with a smile as he looked over her new ink. “Preem choice.”

When V finally got a proper look at her new tattoo she felt her heart skip a beat. She absolutely loved having his words on her skin, his simple but powerful testament of dedication to her now a part of her forever. Neither of them cared how sappy any of it seemed, they loved each other out loud and wanted everyone to know.

“Drink to celebrate?” Johnny asked, putting his arm around V’s shoulders when she stood up.

V kissed his cheek. “Read my mind. As usual.”

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V and Johnny went to a bar V frequented during her merc days, a place that was just the right amount of Night City grit without being too dangerous.

Johnny sat down at the bar and put their orders in while V went to use the restroom.

“Oh my god, it’s Johnny Silverhand!” A female voice cried out from behind him.

Johnny exhaled in mild annoyance, glancing behind his shoulder.

“Johnny, we love you!!” A woman exclaimed as she approached him, her two girlfriends squealing behind her.

“Thanks ladies. ‘Preciate it.” Johnny responded, attempting to acknowledge them without fully engaging.

The woman got closer to Johnny, touching his chrome arm.

“You’re even sexier in person!!” The woman cooed. She noticed the new tattoo on Johnny’s neck, and an irritated expression grew on her face.

“Don’t remember seeing that tattoo in that magazine shoot you were in last week. That’s a pretty lip stencil.”

“Not a stencil. My wife’s lips, actually.” Johnny replied bluntly, attempting to move his arm away from her.

“Oh right, your wife.” The woman grumbled, keeping her grip on his arm. “Figured that’d be over by now.”

“Jen, behave.” One of her friends squeaked out, clearly embarrassed by her behavior.

“Baby, I could make you feel so much better than she could.” The woman said in a low voice. “Imagine what my lips could do.”

“Back up, bitch.” V said darkly as she approached Johnny from his other side.

“Suggest you get your hands off me before one of us removes them for you.” Johnny said softly but firmly, putting his arm around V’s waist as she moved closer to him.

“Excuse me? Who the fuck do you think you are?” The woman said angrily to V.

“V Silverhand.” V replied, crossing her arms in front of her so her wedding rings were clearly visible. “Would love to say it’s nice to meet you, but it absolutely fucking isn’t.”

“Fuck you!” The woman spat back, her face reddening.

“You usually make a hobby out of harassing other people’s husbands?” V asked, her tone calm but deadly. “Would quit while you’re behind.”

“Fuck you both! You–your music’s shit anyway!” The woman blurted out in a mix of intimidation and embarrassment. Her friends stood behind her, clearly mortified.

V made a show of placing a deep kiss on Johnny’s lips, the chemistry between them clear as she established what was hers.

“Have a good evening, ladies.” Johnny said with a smirk to the group of women after him and V pulled apart.

The woman looked like she’d been punched in the gut, her face now a mixture of jealousy and fury as she backed up from the bar.

“We’re sorry.” The friends mouthed to Johnny, starting to chastise her as they led her away.

“Can’t take you anywhere.” V said, her eyes shooting daggers at the woman until she was out of sight.

“My adoring public.” Johnny joked. “You’re real sexy when you’re jealous, ya know.”

“That’s what I get for marrying a rockstar, I guess.” V smiled.

“Only got eyes for you, baby.” Johnny assured her, putting his hand over her ass and giving it a squeeze. “Hands, too.”

V grinned. “Never doubted you for one second. It’s the women I’ll kill.”

Johnny laughed. “That’s my girl.”

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It was colder than usual that evening, and despite wearing Johnny’s favorite jacket their whole motorcycle ride back home, V had a chill on her skin when they walked in the door.

“I cannot seem to warm up.” She complained, shivering as they stepped inside.

She set her purse down and immediately rushed into Johnny’s arms.

“Maybe a bath would help?” Johnny suggested, rubbing her back to try and warm her up. “Could join you in a bit, if you wanted.”

“Of course.” V replied immediately, thrilled at the notion. “Once I thaw out a little.”

Johnny grinned. “Go on, I’ll meet you up there in a bit.”

V nodded and begrudgingly took off her jacket, hanging it up in their entryway closet. Another shiver ran through her body as she undressed in their bedroom while the bath was running. Their bathroom was large, boasting a two person shower and a roomy jacuzzi tub.

V exhaled in relief as she sat down in the bath, the hot water immediately easing her deep chill. She sighed, resting her head on a bath pillow behind her. She reveled in the peace of the moment, and the excitement of spending more time with Johnny as the night went on.

A little while later, Johnny walked into the bathroom and V let out an overjoyed laugh. He was completely naked and holding two glasses of rosé in his hands.

“Wow, my two favorite things in the world at once.” V said smoothly, ogling Johnny as he approached her. “Rosé and a naked Johnny Silverhand.”

“More than happy to oblige.” Johnny responded, his tone of voice making V’s heart flutter in her chest.

“Mrs. Silverhand.” He said with a slight bow as he handed her her glass.

“Why thank you, Mr. Silverhand.” V flirted, her smile widening. She took a sip of her rosé, taking in this picture perfect moment.

Johnny set his glass down on the edge of the tub and sat down in the tub beside V. He was barely submerged in the water before V was all over him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her bare, wet body against his. She kissed along his neck, pressing a few loving, gentle kisses on his new tattoo before moving on to his lips.

Their tongues intertwined as their bodies and kisses heated up. Johnny’s hands moved all along V’s soft, slippery skin as she kissed him desperately, the taste of her wine sweet on her tongue.

“Want you right here.” Johnny breathed into her lips, his need for her growing by the second. “Want to see that pretty new tat of yours.”

V smiled knowingly and turned around, grabbing onto the edge of the tub in a position she’d become quite familiar with since they moved into this house. Her hair already tied up, she smoothed up the loose pieces near her neck to give Johnny a good view of her new ink as he stood up and lined himself up to enter her.

She moaned when he slid inside, filling her up and hitting all the right spots along the way. The water sloshed around them as he thrust into her, the sounds of her pleasure echoing melodically off the bathroom walls. Johnny admired his words on the back of her neck, another permanent reminder that they belonged to one another. The way their bodies connected so perfectly, so effortlessly, he wondered how he ever lived without her.

Johnny groaned, gripping V’s hip with his chrome hand and reaching around to pleasure her with the other. He expertly worked her clit until she came, all the while continuing to thrust into her. It was almost too much, and V was barely able to keep herself upright as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her.

V could sense Johnny was getting close.

“I want to taste you when you finish, baby–“ She said between heavy breaths.

Johnny quickly pulled out of her and V turned back around to face him. She maintained constant eye contact with him as she got on her knees and took his throbbing erection into her mouth.

It was V’s turn to make Johnny come undone, and she knew just how to do it. She knew every inch of his body like it was her own, and she felt a deep sense of pride as his moans began to steadily increase in volume and frequency as she pleasured him.

“Holy fuck Valerie, Jesus fucking Christ–” Johnny cried out.

His orgasm was deep and intense, his organic fingers in V’s hair and his chrome fingers gripping desperately onto the side of the tub. He finished in her mouth, feeling dizzy from the lustful look she gave him as she swallowed every last drop.

Johnny worked on catching his breath as he slid back down into the tub’s warm water, completely spent. V crawled back into his arms, resting her arms lazily around his neck and laying her head down on his shoulder. He put his arms around her waist and held her close, their ragged breathing and pounding heartbeats the only noise in the room for a few minutes.

V felt safer in Johnny’s arms than anywhere else, knowing the depths of what they had shared together and that those experiences had forged a truly unbreakable bond. She had been fully exposed to him in every possible way–mind, body, and soul, and it was as natural to her as breathing.

Johnny felt his love for her swell in his chest as he held her, listening to her breathe softly by his ear. He felt a constant, overwhelming desire to protect her, be close to her, in a way he never thought possible. He feared his entire life being vulnerable enough to completely love and trust another person, but trying to deny his love for V would be the same as denying a part of himself. Impossible.

“You make a mess out of me.” Johnny said softly as he ran his fingers along V’s back.

V lifted her head off of Johnny’s shoulder, taking his face in her hands before kissing him with an intensity that took his breath away.

When their lips parted, the lovesick look in V’s eyes made Johnny’s heart race. To be loved, adored, needed in this way–it made him feel like he could do anything. V placed her forehead on his and closed her eyes before saying,

“Yours always, my love.”

Chapter Notes:

Spanish translations:

-Amigo: friend -Un besito completo: a complete little kiss

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vforviktor · 2 years ago

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I wanna say that this is the last one for a while... but I wanted to say that 3 paintings ago, so here we are! You can read the fic this is based on HERE!

#cyberpunk fanfic #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk #cp77 #cp2077 #cp 2077 #viktor vector #cyberpunk fanart #cyberpunk kerry #cyberpunk oc #viktor vektor x v #viktor vektor #viktor vektor fanart #kerry eurodyne fanart #kerry eurodyne x v #kerry x v #kerry eurodyne #digital illustration #digitalart

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seeker-of-truth · 1 year ago

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I, Pre Defined - Ch 3: Money On Dust

I can't sleep, no I can't eat, my soul just feels so incomplete cause Cause I was working so hard for us, But without you my money goes to dust

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 fanart #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #oc: verena soto #fic: i pre defined #johnny silverhand #fem v #fem v cyberpunk #cp2077 #cp77 fanart #mine #seeker paints

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breezypunk · 11 months ago

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Vaughn invites Goro to join him at the Black Sapphire, also accompanied by Reed, whose less than joyful. Maybe he doesn't approve of he and Vaughn's relationship, or maybe he just wants to see where Goro's loyalty truly lies.

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"You should be dressed by now, you know how I get when you put on a button up shirt where it is not buttoned up." Goro let out a sweet sigh from his mouth, but his eyes were still fixed on the dress shirt balled up in his hands, Arasaka logo on full display. Why was Reed making his wear this? What was the purpose?

Vaughn stood feet behind him, almost dressed. The white button up he wore was in fact not buttoned up, his toned figure showing proudly under the soft cotton, and black dress pants he was forced to wear sat just so on his waistline. He hated everything about it, he hated dressing up. He hated seeing Goro so deep into his thoughts even more, especially when it wasn't necessary.

"You don't have to wear that y'know? Reed just wants to get a rise out of you, he doesn't even know you. Wear some sparkly shit like me, we can twin it." Vaughn wasn't used to giving Goro the pep talks, it was always the opposite. He only ever knew Goro's comfort, always judging himself for not being able to give Goro the same comfort, because Goro always held in his problems.

"Oh V, that sounds wonderful, I want nothing more than to wear sparkles and sequins with you. But I.. I must do this."

Vaughn sighed so heavily it almost made him lightheaded, he was worried about this the moment Reed mentioned the word Arasaka. Goro wasn't over it, he couldn't have been, not with the dress shirt bundled so tightly in his grip as if his life depended on putting it on.

"Dammit, Goro.. You have nothing to prove. It's just a shirt, and if people recognize you, you'll be done for. People don't forget, and clearly neither do you."

For a brief moment Goro didn't say a word, but his grip loosened on the shirt until it fell onto the table, the sleeve coincidently covering the logo. He placed his hands on the table and finally opened his eyes, looking up at the ceiling. Vaughn could tell he wanted to say something, so he remained silent. If it was meant to be awkward so be it. but Vaughn couldn't leave the room until he knew how Goro was really feeling, until he knew what was really going on his mind.

"I can see how this would worry you." Goro's voice was mellow and soft, but the echo was still loud, almost too loud, it started feeling even more hot in the room. "Do not let it."

"Why not? You held onto that shirt like it was the last thing you would ever do. Reed mentioned the word Arasaka and you immediately broke out into a cold sweat. You gonna tell me what's really going on?" Vaughn tried so hard not to let his anger get in the way. But after all this time..

Finally Goro stepped back from the table and turned around. He stared into Vaughn's eyes for what felt like a lifetime. Vaughn stood there, expression blank, his arms were resting on his sides, shirt still unbuttoned and wrinkled, and he could see a slight shine on Vaughn's chest, nerves always caused him to sweat a little. The thing Goro loved the most about Vaughn was even when he looked his messiest, he was still the most beautiful man in the world.

"Your hair is a mess." Goro smirked.

"I'm leaving." Vaughn went to walk away when he felt a hand grip his bicep. He couldn't help but grin, Goro was such a sucker for him, and ditto, Vaughn definitely wasn't actually going to leave.

"You take one look at me, V, and think I see an Arasaka logo and will jump ship to go back to them. You really think this of me?" Goro kept his grip on Vaughn's bicep, but Vaughn could feel his thumb rubbing what should be his skin, not the fabric of the button up.

"Why are you letting it get to you than?" Vaughn voice was just above a whisper, the white's of his eyes glistening in the tiny light coming from the room behind them. they pierced Goro's skin. Goro realized Vaughn was genuinely scared.

"I think.." Goro paused for a moment, letting out the tiniest sigh. His grip left Vaughn's bicep and instead lay his entire hand on Vaughn's chest. "It brought me back to a bad moment in my life. Moments I did not realize were bad. Or.. maybe not so much bad, just not the life I wanted to live anymore."

"It was bad."

"Yes.."

"You're reminded of that, and so you feel like by wearing it you have something to prove, like stickin' it to Arasaka, like.. 'haha I can wear your shitty suit and not feel some type of way about it.' right?"

It was incredible to see just how much Vaughn really knew Goro and what he was feeling. He may not have thought he was the right person to take away Goro's pain, when he couldn't even take away his own without Goro's help, but Goro appreciated the way Vaughn just effortlessly knew what to do, knew what to say.

"Turns out I still hold a grudge." Goro leaned his head onto Vaughn's shoulder, Vaughn hand immediately running his hand threw his soft hair that fell on the center of his back. "Can I tell you something, V?"

"Of course." Vaughn stepped back to take in Goro's expressions, his face was so beautiful, he loved the way Goro had to look up at him, the little grins he made every time he looked into Vaughn's eyes, that no matter how shitty he felt, Vaughn's presence alone was the cure all.

"When I left for Japan, I had two options. I was given the option to stay with Michiko, remain married to her, and become head of Arasaka. Saburo-san practically begged. Michiko laughed at this, she knew.. She always knew." Vaughn's eyes widened, he knew Saburo wanted him back, after taking over Yorinobu's body, he wanted a new life, something more quiet.. But he didn't know he wanted to pass everything over to Goro of all people.

"She knew you'd what, not accept it?" Vaughn's genuine curiousity made Goro chuckle.

"Yes, exactly. She knew how I felt about you. While Saburo-san begged me to stay, she begged me to leave."

"So you left.."

"I packed all my bags and I came back to you, V. It was a no brainer. I do hold a grudge, and also.. nothing could ever make me regret the choice of coming back to you. It was the best choice I ever made. The nomad life is better for me anyway. More freedom, more room for me to breathe, more you." Goro lifted up his hand to move a strain of hair from Vaughn's eyes.

"You're such a sappy fucker, shut up and kiss me." Vaughn grabbed Goro's face as gently and forcefully as he could and pressed their lips together. They barely had time for it, but it didn't matter, nothing else mattered as long as they went through life together.

The softness of Goro's lips mixed with the roughness of Vaughn's sent sparks through the both of them, the tiniest of moans escaping Goro's mouth as they took a brief second to breathe. Vaughn could feel Goro's fingers clawing into his back, as he peppered in small kisses along the nape of his neck, what were they supposed to be doing again?

"Okay we get it you two, as if we aren't on a time crunch. Fuck later." They heard the annoyed but endearing voice of their new friend, Alex standing behind them, arms crossed, eyebrow raised but a very obvious smirk plastered on her face. The room was suddenly brighter, when did that happen?

Reed on the other hand was less than amused, but let out a deep sigh. "I still don't get it. But maybe I don't need to. Nomads and Corpos, what a wicked ass combination."

"Ex corpo, makes a better nomad anyway." Vaughn winked at Goro before turning around to face Alex and Reed. "We're almost ready. Get him a different su-" Before he could finish Reed was already throwing Goro a new suit. It sure as shit was sparkly.

"Now you two can twin." Reed's eyes rolled.

"Wait you heard that?" Vaughn asked, rubbing the back of his neck slowly.

"We heard everything." Alex started, chuckling at the redness appearing on both Vaughn and Goro's cheeks. "You're both disgustingly sweet. Reed may have a stick up his ass, but.. you're good for each other, I can see that." Alex relaxed her shoulder and stuck her hands in her pockets. "But now you have a job to do, get ready, we are still playing for time." Alex walked out of the room and left the two lovebirds alone once more.

"Red huh, it'll match my black nicely." Vaughn felt the texture of Goro's suit.

"We are a good match are we not?" Goro whispered into Vaughn's ear, than placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Let us do this and get it over with, so later I can show you how to properly take it o f f."

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#cyberpunk 2077 #goro takemura #takemura goro #oc: vaughn leblanc #takemura x v #takemura x masc v #otp: golden hues #masc v #solomon reed #alena xenakis #phantom liberty #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #fanfic #cp77 #my writing #breezy's queue #☼#gonna post this again because it's 2024 and we aren't going to be ashamed of our writing no sir #it's been so long since I've written I always get worried when writing goro because of how differently I portray him #however I really love he and vaughn's dynamic so much they really are just so silly together #and I can see goro that way when he's with someone he fully trusts #and so I made this little thing that came to me out of nowhere and I really liked how it turned out I wrote this on the spot :3 #I thought that maybe if goro went with vaughn to the black sapphire it'd be less obvious he was there for a mission #anyways I'm learning to enjoy my work little by little so this is staying up :)#p.s I also threw in a headcanon I've had since the I started loving goro and you will know it immediately because I kept it a secret lol #those “obligations” mmhm mhmmmm ;)

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grimwarden · 17 days ago

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dav spoilers/cp77 spoilers

every time i open the journal i think about how in cp77 the journal entries are written by jackie till he's gone, then taken over by johnny.

now the same wouldn't make sense with dav because either the switch would be too early to have any impact, or too late to matter, but rather than as a gameplay feature, i'm pondering about how interesting their entries would be because the two pairs have a similar relationship with the protagonist + varric's storytelling is a big aspect, even now, and his views certainly clash a lot with solas's.

#honestly would be interesting to basically see their relationship reflect on writing. like solas's conversations with rook is so interesting #and varric cares about rook/is a writer #would write this fanfic if i didn't already have a thousand things to do #veilguard spoilers #varric tethras #solas #dragon age the veilguard #cp77 #fic #dav

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massacregirl · 2 years ago

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Usually I don't write fluff

Nothing against it, obviously, I've read a lot of fantastic and comforting happy stories. I just find my interests lie in bleaker literary climes. That being said, I found it somewhat remarkable that in my serialised work I've hit upon a seam of narrative fluff which has proved both bountiful and impactful - this month I have learned that one's writing need not be gruesome to be noteworthy.

Lmao could ya imagine if I really talked like that?

If this is your first time seeing this, hi, I'm writing a long-running Cyberpunk 2077 fanfic that I update weekly, the premise is like "what if V was a member of Maelstrom".

Be advised that I do try to stay faithful to the tone of the source material and that does mean dealing with some extremely heavy topics now and then - please read the tags and feel free to suggest any I should add. Graphic violence and sexually explicit content abound.

#Give it a fortnight it'll be horrible again bet ya #Cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #Cp77 fanfic #Fanfic #Writing #Ao3 #ao3fic #ao3 fanfic

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strigital · 2 years ago

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John Wick 4's ending left me wallowing in tears on the cinema floor as the credits rolled so here's a lil 5 minute pick me up 🐶😞

#my art #sketch #ballpoint doodle #cp77 #cyberpunk 2077 #cdpr #cd projekt red #johnny silverhand #oc #dog #cyberpupper #pitbull #moe #fanfic related #the ending was logical and expected yet it still managed to rail me and not in a sexy kind of way #*cries into hands*#keanu reeves

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bishicat · 2 years ago

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HEEERE’S JOHNNYYYYYYY!

#resurrecting this old blog for cyberpunk #it's been a minute #i've been consuming johnny/v fanfics at a breakneck speed since finishing the game #johnny silverhand #cyberpunk 2077 #cp77 #cdpr #cyberpunk #there's also a version without the shades but idk if i should post it #my art #why is this parasite so hngh #cyberpunk 2077 fanart #bishiart

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foxs0x · 2 months ago

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A snippet from chapter 28 of my Cyberpunk fic End Transmission (read it on AO3 here)

V leaned a shoulder against the cold stone wall, exhaling as he studied Kerry’s face. “You know, after we first slept together, I asked him if he was cool with it.”

Kerry blinked, his brow arching as a spark of amusement flickered in his expression. “Ohoh what?” He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Why?”

“I dunno,” V shrugged. “We shared a mind and a body, ‘member? He ‘prolly, uh, experienced everything I did on that yacht. Felt like I had to check in.”

Kerry’s grin turned into a cocky smirk, the old rockerboy swagger creeping back into his posture. “Alright, I gotta hear this. What’d he say?”

V pushed off the wall, standing a bit straighter as his voice took on that familiar Texas drawl, mimicking Johnny’s signature snark, “ ‘He fucked you once. Don’t get used to it.’ ”

Kerry burst out laughing, the sound full and rich, bouncing off the stone walls. “Christ, what an asshole. But —”

“—but?” V prompted.

Kerry snorted, running a hand through his hair. “I mean, I kinda did sleep around a lot ‘fore I met Louise… and definitely a lot after the divorce. Hell, right up til you.”

V raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh yeah? So how many people are we talkin’ about here?”

Kerry shrugged, like he was trying to play it off. “Oh uh… I dunno. Lost count at some point. Has to be in the hundreds by now.”

V stared at him, jaw dropping. “Hundreds?!”

Kerry rolled his eyes. “I’m old, choom. Don’t need you remindin’ me.”

V let out a low whistle, leaning into the banter. “I bet half of Night City has a ‘Kerry Eurodyne’ story.”

“Hey. Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll, baby. I’m livin’ the dream.” He paused, glancing over at V with a playful look in his eyes. “Still, look at me now — settlin’ down and all that shit.”

V chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, real picture of domestic bliss.”

“So, what about you, V? What’s your count?” Kerry asked with a mischievous grin.

A sheepish smile crept across V’s face in response. “Uhh… way, way less.”

Kerry’s grin widened. “So? Don’t leave me hangin’.”

V glanced sideways, then finally relented with a sigh. “Just nine.”

Kerry blinked, staring at V in disbelief. “Just nine?!”

V shot him a mock-offended look, pointing a finger at him. “Hey! Quality over quantity, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kerry said, waving him off. “Guess that explains why you're with me. But still, I thought someone like you would have way more notches on your belt than just nine. Wait—”

Kerry’s eyes widened suddenly. “Am I the ninth?”

V awkwardly cleared his throat. “Yeah. You’re also the ninth.”

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Judy stood on the pavement, staring up at the quaint little townhouse settled a few steps above ground level. V’s heart was in her mouth. The journey had been great, but this was the destination-the end goal- and it’d only now dawned on her what that actually entailed.

“This is it! Cute huh? Looks like they’ve re-painted...” Judy said, spinning around and gesturing to the house like some cute little salesperson. She paused, spotting the look on V’s face. “Wuh-oh! You doin' all right V?” She shook her head. Judy giggled.

She stood eyes transfixed on the steps to the door. They almost seemed to grow taller the longer she stared. Judy stepped in front of her, breaking her eye line.

“V?” Judy asked, eyes now filled with worry. Perhaps thinking her mind had ghosted.

“I’m here, I’m fine... I’m. Freakin’ nervous...”

“Don’t be! Just be yourself, ya gonk!”

“You sure? They gonna like me?”

“Totally. Let’s go!” Judy yelled, excitement spilling from her lungs. She raced up the steps and rang the buzzer, spinning around and gesturing excessively with both hands. Her enthusiasm was contagious; part of her was excited to meet Judy’s Grandmother. Their brief text chat seemed to go off smoothly and she was keen to meet the people who practically raised her. V joined Judy on the steps just as the door swung open, and Ainara Alvarez appeared in the threshold.

“Ranita! Mi ángel!” She beamed, bringing Judy into a big hug. The height difference was noticeably, Aimara stretching up to kiss her cheeks. “Oh, it’s so good to see you, mi amor!” She rubbed her back, eye closed in happiness.

“Mamá Abuela! It’s been too long! Te he extrañado mucho!” Judy said lovingly, as V’s soft proving her the translation- ‘I’ve missed you so much!’. After an extended hug, Judy added, “OK... OK!” Urging her along. She relented, instead setting her sights on V. On instinct, she raised a hand a waved feebly.

“Hi... Abuela. Lovely to finally meet you!”

“Oooh, you call me Abeula!” She said beaming, “Gracias, V! Welcome to mi casa! Come here!” She pulled V into an equally long embrace. A very warm welcome.

They went through into the sitting room, removing their shoes in the hallway. V grabbed Judy’s arm and whispered in her ear.

“Wait, wait... Ranita is ‘Little Frog’? Is that translation, right?” Judy blushed, and V squeaked. “Oh my F’in G! That is adorable!”

“It’s her pet name for me! I like it!”

“I LOVE it!” V cried, hysterically, “Did you like hanging out on lily pads? Eating bugs?” she teased, getting a rise out of her increasingly deep flush on her cheeks.

“No, you gonk! But I did used to hop around a lot as a little girl...” V smiled, feeling her own cheeks burning now. “I also could not keep still- proper fidget bum!” Still is, V thought, smile widening. “Plus, I was slimy in the sense that I was hard to catch and would wriggle out of situations easily...” V beamed, stifling a full-blown laughing fit.

“Where’s Papá Abuelo?” Judy said changing the subject out of spite.

“Where you think he is? Al lado, tinkering away como siempre.” Abuela said tutting- next door, as usual. “Will you go fetch him Ranita?”

“Sure! V can stay here!” Judy said with a wink. Payback for the teasing. V’s eyes grew wide, a desperate plea to not leave her on her own, she was her strength, she couldn’t abandon her so soon!

"Don’t leave me little frog!" She whispered giggling. But she did, whipping off down the corridor out of sight. In a moment, the sound of a door closing.

Abeula was pottering about in the kitchen, tea towel draped over her arm and humming to herself. “V!” She called suddenly.

“Yes, Abeula?” She was getting used to calling her that, felt only right under the circumstances. She stood up and leant on the island that abutted the open kitchen. “You have a beautiful home by the way...” she added, admiring the warm vibes and cosy, consistent colour matching throughout.

“Gracias, Querida!”-dear one. She beamed, holding a spoon out towards her, “Taste this and tell me what you think.” V reached out and wrapped her mouth around the spoon.

Her mouth erupted; a smooth but lively flavour, chock full of a perfect blend of herbs and seasoning, each one playing off the other. A tangy blast of sweet sour and with a subtle spicy after kick.

“Fuck me!” V reacted after swallowing the best thing she’d ever tasted. Ainara roared with laughter.

“Good then?”

“Hell yeah! Blew my brains out! Tastiest thing I’ve ever had!”

“Oh please...”

“No, I’m serious! What was it!”

“The filling for the Empanadas, old family recipe. Plus, we’ve got some chilli, croquetas, and some albondigas!” V’s mouth fell open and began salivating as her eyes spied the spread around the kitchen island.

“Oh gosh, Abuela, I hope you’ve not gone to too much trouble for us!” V said, feeling a slight pang of guilt, which admittedly were overpowered by the rumbles of her ravenous stomach.

“Nonsense! Es lo menos que puedo hacer”-It’s the least I can do. She was so sweet, it warmed V’s heart.

She heard to slam of a door and approaching footsteps. “Hey!” Judy smiled, strutting over to her. “You being good?” she winked.

“I am. Your grandma has been cooking up a storm for us!”

“No doubt, I’m starvin’” Judy beamed, and turned to shout down the corridor “Yo! You fall down out there old man?” She said playfully. A fairly spry but clearly elderly man entered the room, beaming.

“I was putting on my slippers!” he called out waving at Judy in a dismissive gesture.

“Yeah, super slowly!” She retorted like a bratty teenager. He approached her and grabbed her playfully, scrunching his fist into her hand.

“Honestly, the mouth on this one...” he said casually to V as if talking to an old friend. Then realised he wasn’t.

“Oh! Who do we have here then?” He beamed, holding out his hand, “Hector Alvarez, pleasure to meet you!” V reached out to shake his hand, but a yell from the kitchen interrupted them.

“Dios mío! Hector! I’ve been through this already!” Ainara yelled waving a wooden spatula. Realisation dawned on him.

“Ah you must be the new compañera?”-partner. “You treatin’ our chica right?”

“Madre de Dios! Hector, this is V! I told you! We like V!”

“Oh, V! Welcome! So good to finally meet you!” He cried, pulling her into a big hug, whispering in her ear, “I knew who you were, I just love winding her up!” He chuckled, kissing both her cheeks and rubbing her face. “You’re pretty! You know she was pretty, mi amor?” He called to Ainara, smirking at both youngsters.

“Yes, Judy sent us pictures!” she cried, stirring a pot of something delicious. This was new information to V- the pictures, not the delicious food.

“Uh... Pictures, what pictures are these?” Turning to Judy, who was chuckling, which faltered as she knew she’d been rumbled. V twisted her head, awaiting an explanation.

“Uh... well... You know when we went to dinner in Japantown... sushi place?”

“Yeah...” V said cautiously, vaguely remembering and desperately recalling the events that transpired.

“And uh... you know when bit into that huge dumpling?”

“Yes!” V said, not liking where this was going.

“Well, when you were recovering from the overuse of spice powder, I snapped a quick one then!” Judy said, pulling out her phone and swiping a little until she held it up- a pic of V choking hard, red-faced and eyes shut, crying and Judy, taking a winky-faced selfie.

“Are you kidding me!” V cried, “You sent that!” Her face began to heat.

“Yeah, was hilarious!”

“But not my best moment though...”

“We enjoyed it!” Hector laughed. V was so embarrassed, before remembering.

“Pictures. There were more than one?”

“Uh, yeah... there was one, where you’d fallen asleep while watching a flick and you looked so sweet, so I sent that over too...” She held out her phone and showed the pic. She was curled up on Judy’s coach, leaning on Judy’s shoulder.

“OK... that one I like.”

“And I took one in the air!” And she showed the selfie that they took on the Dirigible on route. Both looking super happy sat by the window, arms around each other. It made V smile.

“OK...” she said, cooling off, “You’re off the hook!” she said sticking her tongue out and kissing her nose. Ainara was watching and beamed at them both.

“Ok you love birds, dinner is ready, help me set the table!”

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