#cp77 fanfic

[kieranwritess]

fandoms n stuff

all hidden BTC but have more Keanu for your troubles; a strikethrough means I'm not writing for that fandom atm

Agent Carter - Peggy Carter, Daniel Sousa, Jack Thompson x reader, peggysous

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. - Daisy Johnson, Daniel Sousa, pre-tws/framework!Grant Ward x reader, philinda, Elena/Mack, platonic!Coulson

COD: MW (reboot) - 141, Alejandro, Graves, Valeria, König x reader

Cyberpunk 2077 - Judy/fem!V, River/V, Panam/V, Saul/fem!V, platonic!Vik

Detroit: Become Human - deviant!Connor, North x reader, platonic!Hank

Main MCU - Bucky Barnes, Kate Bishop, Tom Holland!Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff x reader, platonic!Kamala Khan

Red Dead Redemption 2 - Sadie Adler, Javier Escuella, Arthur Morgan x reader

VALORANT - Brim, Cypher, Harbor, KJ, Neon, Skye, Sova x reader, nanobomb

[v-stands-for-vega]

WOW! It’s been a while. At the nearly TWO YEAR anniversary of this fic, I wanna announce it will be continued!!

Sorry about the delay, life happened REALLY fast and this got buried.

PLEASE please read the tags, as it does have potentially triggering material in it.

[massacregirl]

Another week, another chapter of Shine. You know the drill by now - half action, half tripped psychosexual horror. Reader discretion advised.

Coming to the end of the Natasha sequence now - there's a 6th part and then it's climax and denouement time. I wanted to show the making of the monster with this, not to excuse her actions but to explore cycles of abuse. "Hurt people hurt people" and so on.

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.

[bishicat]

"V placed her chin on the side of the tub, looking over at him. He could’ve leaned forward and kissed her if he wanted."

...so I wanted to illustrate the chapter 2 bathtub scene from silkspecter's fanfic, just like honey (the first fanfic that got me feral for this ship). And since the author left V's appearance pretty ambiguous, I drew my V instead :)

Edit: the author is the wonderful @t-virusvaccine 💖

[foxs0x]

EXCUSE MY MESSY LINES!!!

I redrew the Kerry poster in the BG because his face was just all wrong 😂😂 I also changed the composition

Edit: just realised I forgot to draw V’s tattoos hahahah oops

This is some art for my own fanfic End Transmission

(Currently 16 chapter in and 42k words strong lol)

It takes place after Phantom Liberty, King of Swords.

Summary:

Stripped of his cyberware and grappling with a new reality, V finds himself lost, alone, and struggling to rebuild his life. Yet, he is not as alone as he thinks. Among making new friends and rediscovering who he is, Kerry hasn't quite forgotten about him.

A slow burn romance that parallels V's new life as he adjusts to a world that's moved on without him, against Kerry's turbulent career after it's taken off.

Read it on AO3: End Transmission

[genocidalfetus]

Almost To The Finish Line

Feeling stir-crazy from being in hiding, Vilem heads to the water tower, with alcohol in hand. He drinks a bit and is joined by River. He tells him a little bit about what happened in DogTown and spills out his fears and anxieties along with some drunken tears.

River listens, then asks Vilem if what he was after was worth everything that had happened. Vilem realized that it was worth it. It was his life, his ability to live, that he was going through all this shit for. So he can have a life with Dino and Kerry.

River suggests that Vilem sleep in Randy's trailer for the night. He also suggests that Vilem give his mainlines a call. Vilem agrees.

Dino and Kerry are relieved Vilem's okay and mildly amused that he's inebriated.

Vilem gets a little sappy, then tells his mainlines that he loves them both and would be back soon. He even expresses thoughts of retiring from the merc biz.

Johnny pops in for some pre-passing-out talk. He tells Vilem that he still thinks So Mi is hiding things and to not be surprised if things go sideways later as a result.

Vilem, tells him they'll deal with whatever happens and no matter what happens, it's been quite a trip the two of them have been through. And he means it. Johnny had become his friend, his brother-in-arms.

If you wanna read the chapter this photoset was based on, I just uploaded it.

[8-rae-rae-8]

Listening to Midnight Show and thinking about Johnny who was transported back into a body, and him and V doing merc jobs together.

But V almost getting flatlined and Johnny holding a gun to someone's head after he pulls V into the stranger's car

"drive faster, boy"

anD YES I KNOW THATS NOT WHAT THE SONG IS ABOUT SHUT UP

Song 👇

[vforviktor]

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!

[platypusundercover]

[T] Fin

“You absolutely sure? No going back on this y’know.”

V leaned her elbows on her knees, taking her head in her hands. This felt so sudden but she knew it was going to come eventually. She was just deluding herself while doing side gigs in the city while waiting for the pieces to all come together. But that was over, she didn’t have time anymore, she had to make the choice.

“Fuck not really… Don’t think I’ve ever been sure of anything in my life, actually.”

-V and Johnny have a talk on the Esoterica's rooftop-

Audience : Teen Up

Word Count : 790

Ship : Johnny Silverhand / V

[nayfen]

Of Mech and Monsters

Read the full chapter on Ao3

Chapter Two - Here be Monsters

She was weightless and unsteady as she began to move forward with a sudden, extreme acceleration. What was weird was that this feeling was familiar to her; it wasn’t unlike the feeling of jacking into the Net—that feeling of weightlessness, the pull as your consciousness is drawn out of your body and digitised. 

The speed however, and the constant spinning as her body spiralled through the seemingly endless void around her was not familiar, and it was entirely unwelcomed. 

And then it was over, as her body was unceremoniously discarded onto the cold stone floor of the cave, her Tsunami clattering off into the gloom with an echoed cacophony. 

She pushed herself up onto her knees briefly before doubling over, as she vomited her displeasure. 

Once she was finished, she wiped her mouth on her jacket sleeve and was vaguely aware of movement behind her. 

“I see you’re not a fan of portals either...” The gruff, stern voice of the Witcher sounded out in the gloom. 

“Ha... Nope, not my thing...” V sighed as she stumbled to her feet. 

She sighted the discarded weapon and moved to retrieve it. As she did, she had a sense that something was... off. She paused for a moment, and raised her arms, staring at them blankly. 

“Everything alright?” Geralt asked flatly. 

“I...” V began but paused mid-thought. Was everything alright? 

She felt... quiet... still. It was a peculiar feeling, and she couldn’t quite put it into words.  

She held her hand out flat as if checking for any trembling. They were still, incredibly so, considering the high-adrenaline method of her arrival. 

That’s when she saw it, and the pieces began to fall into place; at both the bottom left and the top right of her heads-up display above her map (which was blank), a message read 'CONNECTION ERROR.’ 

Ordinarily, it would display the specific IP address of whatever subnet she was connected to at the time. It was always connected, even when she slept. Seeing it not connected was... unsettling to say the least. But it got her thinking, ‘Maybe that’s why I feel so... quiet?’ She was disconnected. 

Her body was organic for the most part, but a large part of it was mechanical, bio-chemical hardware. Bioconductors, Synapse Accelerators, Reflex tuners, all her augmentations designed to make her abilities enhanced. Most of these augments were part of her now, running off her biochemical rhythms and they didn’t need an active connection to the Net, but some did!  

Her navigational sub-systems for a start, which explained why her map was blank. Her holo, giving her access to her contacts. Hell, even some of her quick hacks were stored remotely and accessed on demand; that meant that she had limited access to her hacks. The Net was gone, or at least her connection to it, and she could feel its absence. The quiet, as if she stood in a void absent of technology; its incessant hum extinguished. 

If she wasn’t so goddammed frightened for its loss, it could be considered quite peaceful. 

She felt a sharp pain as both her knees slammed into the floor of the cave as she fell. Her eyes, which she hadn’t realised had closed, shot open as her face collided with the stone. Or at least, would’ve done if it weren’t for Geralt, who had caught her. He spun her around to face him. 

“Hey! Stay with me!” He cried out as her eyes flickered. Her heart rate had sped up dramatically...

Read the full chapter on Ao3

[breezypunk]

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.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

"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."

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

[strigital]

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 🐶😞

[massacregirl]

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.

[redheadrae]

Stumbled on a WIP that I haven't touched in a year and I'm in some Johnny/Rogue feelings again. GOD. I love writing them post-bang.

Rating: M Pairing: Johnny/Rogue Warnings: They're just. Chronically mean to each other. Status: Super not finished lol ***Takes place in 2019

Post-coitus, Rogue expects him to say something vulgar, so she’s surprised when he raises his hand to cup her cheek. His gaze locks on hers, and if she wasn’t such a stubborn cunt she would have looked away first. Her green eyes stay fixed in the espresso color of his until he swallows and glances back down at her bare stomach, hands sliding from her face to run through his hair. She almost wishes he’d said something vulgar, instead of whatever this is. With a hand on his chest, she eases him backwards, sliding off the sill and leaving him to stare out the window by himself. “Gonna give me the silent treatment?” he snorts, crossing his arms and turning back around. He turns just in time to catch his pants when she tosses them over. “‘M not,” she clips.  She walks over to her dresser. His bitter scoff doesn’t need to make her as annoyed as it does, and it’s really not fair that she’s acting like such a bitch right now. Rogue yanks a bra and a pair of sweatpants on, then huffs and rubs her forehead.  “Look, Johnny, I’m sorry. I’m just… I don’t know. Thought that I’d feel sated, and I did for a second, but now I just feel guilty.” "For fuckin' your boyfriend's choom? Shocker." "Shit, Johnny. Do you ever wake up and think 'Hey, maybe I don't have to be such a fucking asshole today'?" "Probably about as often as you wake up and decide not to be a cunt." Rogue rolls her eyes. "For the record, we're not together." Johnny laughs, actually tosses his head back and runs his hand over his mouth, "Well, la-dee-da. Apologies for not bein' able to keep track anymore. You two are on and off more than most light switches." Rogue wants to smack the self-satisfied smirk off his face. A lot of things have changed in the ten years they've known each other, but that isn't one of them.

[bishicat]

HEEERE’S JOHNNYYYYYYY! 

[foxs0x]

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.”