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horrorlove14 · 2 years

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Star Walkin'- Cyberpunk Edgerunners

Pairing: David Martinez x Female! childhood best friend! Reader

I'm writing an au where David is alive and he has a childhood best friend who's been there for him since day one where they have mutual feelings for each other.

Childhood best friends to lovers, fluff, brief smut, angst from Gloria's death, mentions of violence and injury etc.

Don't ever say it's over if I'm breathin'

Racin' to the moonlight and I'm speedin'

I'm headed to the stars, ready to go far

I'm star walkin'

David has his childhood best friend, Y/N to lean on whenever everything is going bad due to him dealing with bullies at his school, never having enough money for anything and dealing with an overworked single mother at the same time.

Y/N understands their situation because she's like them, except she doesn't attend school and works with her loving widower father at his auto shop.

Whenever he's with Y/N, he feels at ease knowing that she's here for him, regardless of the circumstances.

Don't ever say it's over if I'm breathin'

Racin' to the moonlight and I'm speedin'

I'm headed to the stars, ready to go far

I'm star walkin'

Whenever Mrs Martinez passed away from a car accident, David got an implant on his body and got expelled from school, he turned to her and her father since he had nobody else left to turn to.

Y/N would help David cope with the loss by hanging out together at their usual hangout place with drinks, music and pizza.

He feels a bit better from it because he needed to temporarily forget about the pain of losing his only family member in his life since he doesn't know anything about his birth father.

When he gets involved with Maine's gang to become an edgerunner to earn money, she worries about him due to the nature of the missions he goes on but is reassured that he will call her when they are over.

On the mission to get high up

I know that I'ma die reachin' for a life that I don't really need at all

Never listened to replies, learned a lesson from the wise

David would miss her during his missions and often would ask Dorio for advice because he has realised that he has truly fallen in love with his one and only childhood best friend.

Dorio is happy to help him because it reminds her of herself who was falling in love with Maine before they got together.

You should never take advice from a n***a that ain't try

They said I wouldn't make it out alive

They told me I would never see the rise

That's why I gotta kill 'em every time (Gotta watch 'em bleed, too)

Whenever he returns from a mission, he is greeted by Y/N and her dad with open arms which made him feel at home, knowing that he has people to come home to.

Y/N has always seen David as a man since puberty and remark on how much he has changed psychically due to the implants he has been getting for his missions.

David does feel bad at times for worrying them due to the injuries he would get but gets them treated since nobody has insurance.

Don't ever say it's over if I'm breathin'

Racin' to the moonlight and I'm speedin'

I'm headed to the stars, ready to go far

I'm star walkin'

As time passes, David decides to put his plan of making Y/N his into action by inviting her to a nightclub with Maine's gang to celebrate a successful mission.

Everyone is having a blast by drinking and dancing away to the loud music being played throughout the whole building.

David decides to drag Y/N to a more secluded part of the building because he decided to use this opportunity to finally confess his feelings towards her.

Don't ever say it's over if I'm breathin'

Racin' to the moonlight and I'm speedin'

I'm headed to the stars, ready to go far

I'm star walkin'

He has her pinned against the wall, making her feel extremely flustered as he has a serious expression on his face before he confesses his feelings towards her with such sincerity in his tone.

She manages to compose herself before telling him that she loves him too and gives a quick peck on his lips as her answer to his confession.

David couldn't help but to pick her up and spin her around in his arms while thanking her for making him the happiest man alive and the gang cheered after hearing that.

Been that n***a since I came out my momma (Woo)

Thankin' God daddy never wore a condom (Woo)

Prove 'em wrong every time 'til it's normal

Why worship legends when you know that you can join 'em?

Time goes on, David and Y/N are happy in their relationship where they would go on dates by cruising around the city, have food and people watching together etc.

When it is time for the to take their relationship to the next level, they would do the deed to lose their virginity together when they're home alone.

During sex, David worships his darling's body with bruising kisses, markings and embraces while declaring his love towards her and she does the same for him as well.

As they are reaching the climax of their lovemaking, their bodies are entangled with one another and cum together as they feel the high from the act before sharing a passionate kiss together.

Th-These n***as don't like me, they don't like me

Likely, they wanna fight me

Come on, try it out, try me

They put me down, but I never cried out

Why me?

Word from the wise

David and the gang are devastated by the loss of their leader, Maine and Dorio during a kidnapping mission gone wrong that resulted in an explosion, along with cyberpsychosis at the same time.

Y/N and her dad comfort everyone to the best of their abilities, especially David because he feels guilty for not being able to rescue them and only salvaged Maine's cybernetic arms from the ordeal.

A few months later, he becomes the new leader and a well-renowned edgerunner. Y/N, her father and the gang share their concerns about his health due to him getting more implants and showing signs of cyberpsychosis.

Don't put worth inside a nigga that ain't try

They said I wouldn't make it out alive

They told me I would never see the rise

That's why I gotta kill 'em every time (Gotta watch 'em bleed, too)

Y/N discovers that she's late on her period so she gets a pregnancy test to confirm her suspicion and it turned out to be true.

She tearfully confides in the gang and her father about her pregnancy because she is afraid of David's reaction due to the cyberpsychosis he's experiencing.

They gently reassure her that they'll be there for her and the baby, especially her father because he vows to protect his unborn grandchild, no matter what.

She figures out how she'll break the news to David since she wants to keep the baby which is the result of their love.

Once she does it, he reacted to the news very well by kneeling down to place a gentle kiss on her stomach and sheds happy tears at the fact that he and Y/N will become parents despite their young age.

Don't put worth inside a n***a that ain't try

They said I wouldn't make it out alive

They told me I would never see the rise

That's why I gotta kill 'em every time (Gotta watch 'em bleed, too)

During the pregnancy, Y/N is well looked after while David and the gang are away for their missions. She keeps them updated on the progress of the baby and always reassures them that they are doing fine.

When it's time for the first ultrasound, David and Y/N get to hear their baby's heartbeat and find out their gender to be a girl, bringing a tear to his eye from happiness that he's going to be having a little princess of his own.

Whenever David has a day off or returns home from a mission, he would rest his head and hands on her baby bump to feel his daughter's movements and talk to her.

They decided to name their daughter after their late mothers to honour their memory and couldn't wait to meet her.

Don't ever say it's over if I'm breathin'

Racin' to the moonlight and I'm speedin'

I'm headed to the stars, ready to go far

I'm star walkin'

Y/N's father is looking after Y/N and would tell her stories about her late mother from their first meeting to their marriage.

He would tell her what a kindhearted woman her mother was and recalling the day he and her mother became parents which was the happiest days of their lives.

They get to feel the baby kicking from hearing them talking to the baby bump often and record the baby's heartbeats for David whenever he's missing them during his missions.

Don't ever say it's over if I'm breathin'

Racin' to the moonlight and I'm speedin'

I'm headed to the stars, ready to go far

I'm star walkin'

On one fateful day, David and his gang have come across the cyberpsycho, Adam Smasher, during a mission where Lucy gets kidnapped by Faraday who betrays the gang for his selfish greed and power.

He uses the cyberskeleton to fight against Smasher while dealing with cyberpsychosis, but Smasher is too strong for him to handle. Faraday murders Kiwi to tie up a loose end in regards to the cyberskeleton, and Rebecca got crushed to death by Smasher.

Meanwhile, Y/N and her dad are praying for the gang's safety, especially for David, because she wants him back to witness the birth of their daughter and live a happy life together after having a courthouse wedding before he left for the mission.

Star walkin'

David and the surviving gang members have managed to get away to safety. They all end up in the hospital to get treated, but David had to be in a medically induced coma to be fully healed.

Y/N, who is fully pregnant by this point, stays by her husband's bedside until she ended up going into labour with their daughter, which lasted for 12 hours.

David has come out of his coma to be greeted by the sight of his wife holding their newborn baby girl in her arms, which made him tear up from happiness.

He was afraid to hold her at first, fearing that he would break her but is reassured that it would be alright, and once he does, the baby had her little hand wrap around his finger which made him cry more.

Everyone mourns the loss of Kiwi and Rebecca. The gang went their separate ways but still kept in touch with each other to hang out or do babysitting for the new Martinez parents because they adore the baby so much.

David and Y/N are spending their married life happily with their daughter after getting a new home for them to live altogether with her dad with the money made from the gang's missions.

Don't ever say it's over if I'm breathin'

Racin' to the moonlight and I'm speedin'

I'm headed to the stars, ready to go far

I'm star walkin'

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another-corpo-rat · 1 year

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Prompt: Hurt Me Good Kiwi/Meredith Stout (Past, Mentioned) Warnings for a past unhealthy relationship. Summary: Lucy and Kiwi have a small talk about trust and the necessity of a lack of it.

“So, I gotta ask.”

“You really don’t.” Kiwi narrows her eyes as her protégé slips into the chair beside her. The girl was getting good at the stealth shit; she’d give her that. She didn’t hear her approach this time. “But I got a feeling you’re gonna anyways.”

“Never trust a soul in Night City…Why was that the first lesson you drilled into me?”

“I reckon it’s the most important. Most ignored too.” She wanted to reach for a cigarette, but the girl was quick – picked up that it was a nervous habit of hers, an avoidant one. Couldn’t have her knowing it was a correct observation. She taps her fingers idly against the glass table. “You’re a bright spark, didn’t wanna see you get snuffed out too quick. Trust’s the fastest way for that to happen.”

She casts her eyes across the wide space as she talks, noting the locations of the rest of the crew, dispersed as they were through the crowds of the street party. Maine and Dorio were chatting up one of the small-time fixers – a rising star they were trying to hitch a ride on. Dorio was doing most of the talking this time, has been for a while, since Maine’s jitters started again. Pilar was doing tricks with his bullshit gibbon arms, juggling whatever the crowd tossed at him. And Rebecca was – heh. Having a private party with a solo in one of the alleys further back, out of view of the crowd but not out of reach of her ping.

“I trust you though.” Lucy points out, her own eyes drawing lazily across the same crowd. Her expression bored, even if there’s something mildly goading in her tone.

“Enough, not entirely.” They both share a look at that, Lucy’s challenging, Kiwi’s certain. “Why else are you so shifty about what was on that BD you got a while back?”

The younger netrunner is the first to look away this time.

“It’s nothing.” She says sharply.

“Relax, kiddo, I’m not taking it personally. Kinda glad to know you’ve taken it to heart.” And she is. There’s an edge of pride to her voice that she doesn’t bother to hide, a warmth in her eyes that Rebecca would draw attention to and ruin the moment.

She’d be smiling, if she still could. Thin lips pulled up in a grin, showing too much gum, too many teeth. She hated that smile since—

“What happened that you took it to heart?”

“Bitter, bitter experience.” And that was that; Lucy hums in response, thoughtful but ultimately content with even that sliver of obvious information as she resettles her focus outward. The girl never pried, it was one of the reasons Kiwi liked her as much as she did. Significantly more than she did Pilar or Becca, whose company she comparatively tolerated.

She’ll reward that silence, just this once.

“I almost got myself zeroed. Trusted the wrong person, fooled myself into thinking what we had was special. Hell, got so deep I was convinced she trusted me too.” Flicking her eyes towards the young woman, she meets the curious glint of pastel pupils that feel familiar. Like looking in a mirror and seeing her younger self again – that same eagerness to fit, the fear of it in equal parts. She doesn’t doubt Lucy might’ve made the same mistakes she did lifetimes ago.

Like whispering ‘I love you’ as she lay in their arms and ignoring the blaring sirens in her head that call her an idiot.

Or letting them press the weight of their own misjudgements on her shoulders. A gun pressing to her jaw. All her insecurities and hopes laid bare at the other’s feet thrown back into her face. A face no longer pretty in their eyes, chin too sharp, lips too thin. Laugh too shrill.

Letting herself believe them to be even remotely right.

“Would rather not have to pick up your pieces if you made that mistake. Tends to get…messy.” Loud, violent. Last she saw her, the bitch had the audacity to get a tattoo below her ear.

Never Again.

As if it was her fault things went to shit.

“I won’t.” And it’s spat, spoken with such conviction that Kiwi can’t help but be certain of it as well. Still, she merely offers her own hum, looking away to let the quiet settle between them. Lucy was ruminating, best leave her to it for the next few minutes. And the mess of their crew is interesting enough to occupy that time, especially now that the harder liquor is out after Dorio worked her magic.

Kiwi’s own drink still sits untouched and Lucy hadn’t accepted a cup. Things hadn’t gotten violent yet, but neither woman were keen to dull themselves to the potential of it. A drunk netrunner was a useless one.

The allotted minutes pass. Neither start another conversation, both content to sit in the rare quiet of each other’s company.

Kiwi doesn’t play favourites but-

“Hey! Old Hag, c’mere!”

Lucy is definitely her favourite.

#cyberhanami23 #cyberpunk: edgerunners #Edgerunners #cyberpunk 2077 #Kiwi #Lucy #lucyna kushinada #Meredith Stout #vaguely #fic tag #my writing #technically day 3 for me so im posting this now #since im gonna be without wifi tomorrow

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just-a-cybercroissant · 1 year

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OCs as other characters

Tagged by: the lovely @vox-monstera

Rules: take this quiz and share 5 (or more! or less! the world is your oyster!) results from the top 50 that you feel really fit your oc(s). if you don’t recognize very many from the top 50, feel free to expand into the top 100

Thanks for asking! So, Valerie's soulmates from the parallel universe are...

Jane Bennet (Pride and Prejudice): 89%

Nala (The Lion King): 87%

Belle (Beauty and the Beast): 87%

Padme Amidala (Star Wars): 83%

Snow White (Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs): 80%

Officially, Valerie is a Disney Princess... or Disney Queen.

Tagging: @dreamskug, @gloryride, @arcandoria, @neonbutchery and @caffeinatedrogue

#LMAO #cyberpunk 2077 #ask game #Disney AU fic - when #I already know the title #Cyberpunk and the seven edgerunners #oc: valerie attal #this made my day I can't stop laughing

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bioswear · 2 years

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I’m playing CP again to do the Edgerunners updates and I’m having a lot of feelings about Cyberpunk 2077 again 😩

#doesn’t help that I’m now merging two of my main hyperfixations together in a massive AU fic so I’m watching Cp clips in my free time #it’s not a 1:1 AU retelling of the cyberpunk story bc that would be cheap writing #personal txt #i also have been rewatching CP Edgerunners #i love how they tackle more of the emotional personalized take on Cyberpsychosis #like Maine’s vast desert that he thinks he’s wandering in when he’s not #the fact it goes further into that it’s a loss of sense of self from overloading on chrome #how David took Maine’s words to heart and ruined his life to uphold the expectations of a dead man #😩😩😩😩😩

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morteamore · 2 years

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Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: David Martinez/Lucy

Words: 2762

Chapter: 1 / 1

Tags: Spoilers, Post-canon, Angst, Surreal, Experimental, True Love, Alt perspective, Ambiguous/open ending, Emotional smut

Heavy spoilers for Cyberpunk:Edgerunners. In the aftermath of the Edgerunners' fates, some pieces are fit back together, but not all. Lucy yearns within Netspace, obtaining what was lost.

#ao3 #cyberpunk edgerunners #cyberpunk fanfic #fanfic #david/lucy #oneshot #experimental fic

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m-i-a · 2 years

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Re-Acquisitions

Cyberpunk AU Original Character Short

Warnings: descriptions of violence and death

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: An unfortunate group of Maelstrom thieves get more than they bargained for after hijacking a shipment of chrome.

Notes: Man I don’t share my writing like ever but this short’s been stewing in my brain for a while. oh yeah there’s a couple lil drawings to accompany this too

“….Captain? Sir?” The insistent voice of the requisitions manager drones its way into the forefront of his mind, forcing past the buzzing of his rising temper. “Captain Hopkins? Are you quite alright? Do you-“ The nervous mumblings of the manager end abruptly in a squeak when the borg plucks the tablet from his hands, barely restraining himself enough to not crush it between his fingers.

“When was the convoy overtaken?” Cade demands, the split plates where a mouth may have been shifting almost imperceptibly as the words cut out of his vocoder.

“A-Approximately five minutes past, sir. By-“

“Maelstrom. I’m not blind.” He finishes for him, his hive of green optics whirring softly as he intently watches the recording shot from an escort drone flying above the armored truck. Some hack had locked the vehicle’s wheels, allowing the swarm of patchwork goons to overtake the escort and truck. The sad excuse for hired security is butchered within seconds. A mercy really, Hopkins’ punishment would’ve been worse. The feed ends when a bullet cracks through the drone’s photoreceptor.

With a measured movement, Cade lowers the tablet to set it down on an empty crate beside him. The soft tap of plastic against plastic is deafening. Pushing past the breath trapped behind his teeth, the requisitions manager speaks up in a whisper. “…We can order a new shipment for you, sir… it’s no issue…”

“I will not have some discount punks running around with my chrome in their rotting flesh.” His voice booms through the loading bay, causing workers and guards alike to pause and stare. The foreman shifts from foot to foot, gulping down fear as he watches the acid bubble in the borg’s shoulder canisters. The towering Captain scoffs, mist venting from the sides of his jaw. At least the guy had the sense to stay quiet and refrain from making any more brainless suggestions. “Cancel the contract with whatever security company you assigned this job to. This has happened one too many times, we do things in-house from now on.”

“O-Of course, sir. But what will you-“

“I’m getting my implants back.” He responds curtly, already turning on his heel to head outside to the AVs. He flexes his fingers as he stalks out, the joints cracking as if they too anticipated what was to come.

On his way, from some corner of his passive perception, he picks up some guard or the like questioning if backup would be needed. He waves a dismissive hand as he steps past them. The offer wasn’t worth his full attention. With a click of his optics, he sends the navigational data to the nearest AV, which powers up with a steady hum at the command. He climbs aboard as it begins lifting off, sitting down on the edge with his legs hanging down.

The aerial vehicle passes between the towering buildings of city center, high enough that the cars below look like mere pebbles in a river. And the white noise of the air rushing by, the hum of billboards, the sirens of trauma team vehicles off to rescue whatever subscriber’s life was on the line so they might as well try to live to tomorrow… one may not call it peaceful by any means, but it was steady enough to even out the blistering anger in Cade’s head. He had been quite fast to jump on the opportunity of violence, he realizes. There wasn’t even much in the name of significant chrome on the line. Just minor reflex enhancers, fortifications, maybe a few weapons. Nothing he couldn’t expedite another order for… But it had been a dry day. No meetings, no showcases, not even any scavs trying their luck with the automated security systems.

He rubs his face, strong digits tracing the ridges in his cranial plate. But even so, he shouldn’t get caught up in what was to come. He’d make an example out of the Maelstromers, sure… but that was it.

His mulling is interrupted by an unfortunately familiar ringtone that echoes in his skull. He attempts to hang up, multiple times in fact, but he knew it was useless in the end.

“A bit trigger happy today, Hopkins.” The perpetually tired voice of the netrunner says in his ear, his triple snake icon glowing dully in the peripheral.

“I don’t need a buddy on this, Klaus. I’m perfectly capable-“ Cade groans, cracking each of his knuckle joints as he scowls.

“I know what you’re capable of, and frankly I don’t care how you get your kicks.” Klaus sighs, his icon flickering a little. “Just don’t make this a major headline on NCT. Censoring whatever bloodbath follows you is my least favorite part of the job.”

This earns a dry, but genuinely amused chuckle from the borg. “Give me a scan of the convoy and I’ll consider it.” Within moments of the request, a map of Northside flickers onto his HUD, followed by a diagram of the armored truck and a scattering of Maelstrom vehicles. One by one the netrunner pings the detectable members, totaling around twenty to thirty.

“Want me to send in a mass vulnerability daemon at least? Make things a bit easier?” Klaus asks, minimizing the diagram for him to the corner of his screen.

“No need. You’ve done plenty.” Cade assures, looking down at the defunct manufacturing plants below. He was getting close.

“No ‘thank you, Klaus?’” The netrunner chides under his breath with a veil of dry sarcasm.

“This is your job, right?”

“…right.” Klaus’ weary mutter trails off into static as the call disconnects, his icon flickering and disappearing along with it.

Cade rolls his shoulders as he turns his attention down to the road below. The convoy is in sight now. His optics whir as he focuses in on it. The gang members Klaus had marked are highlighted in red through the vehicles. He could swear he could hear their triumphant whooping and hollering, even from this altitude. A victory about to be abruptly cut short.

The vehicle at the front is a Chevillon, leading the way back to whatever warehouse Maelstrom planned on chipping his chrome in. The thing could take a beating… but an impact from this height..? Mist vents from the sides of the borg’s jaw when a chuckle of anticipation breaks free from his vocoder.

With a practiced movement, he slips from the edge of the open AV door, surrendering to the open air. His feet slam into the cab of the car moments later, sheets of metal and Maelstrom bone crumpling under his weight like paper. The closest cars swerve to avoid the sudden roadblock, skidding to a stop. The armored truck’s momentum stops it from breaking in time, causing it to rear-end the crushed Chevillon with a crunch.

Cade slowly straightens up, his joints unlocking as they recover from the fall. His optics spin and shrink when he raises his head to look in the truck’s darkened windshield. He didn’t need to see the driver to know what look was on their face. It was the same as the rest of the unfortunate gang surrounding him.

His fist smashes through the reinforced glass. The movement snaps the chrome junkies out of whatever surprised daze had taken hold of them. One bullet hitting his metal helm is followed by dozens more as they attempt to protect their stolen goods. With an irritated noise, Cade’s hand closes around the driver’s collar, yanking him back out through the windshield only to be hurled at an advancing machete-wielding assailant, knocking them back into a streetlight. A few sensible members make a run for it, disappearing into nearby cargo lots. At least the message would spread.

He rips a door off the truck, using it as a makeshift shield between himself and a duo of gunners. Before they could reposition, he slams the edge down on them with force enough to bisect the two and crack the pavement beneath. The borg exhales a hiss of pain when a lucky bullet splits through a cable in his neck, causing the acid running through it to splatter out, trickling down his collar piece.

Whipping around with a newfound infuriation he attempts to pick the specific gunner out of the group only to be caught off guard when a sudden scratch appears across his chest, then his arm, his leg, close to structural supports.. all followed by a telltale distortion in the air. He turns his back to the ranged attacks to focus on the sandevistan-wielding attacker. The frequency of the gashes appearing in his frame slows as he lowers his processing speed. Out of the blur comes a chromed-out Maelstrom member, equipped with a pair of burning red mantis blades. He raises a hand as he calculates where she would strike next, then grabs her by the head. Before the shrill mechanized scream could leave her throat he tightens his grip on her skull and shatters it with the sound of crushing bone and crunching cyberware.

Dropping the now headless body he turns back to the remaining Maelstrom members who had used his moment of distraction to move closer, never stopping the hail of bullets. The onslaught had left a few new nicks in his armor and a couple of tears in nonessential cables. He advances again, knocking a lunging spider-eyed member back with a swing of his arm.

Suddenly, his HUD flashes with a warning from his ICE, cautioning him about an attempted intruder. Interesting. There was a netrunner among this group of chrome junkies. At this rate, the hack wouldn’t be able to break through his military-grade security… but the warmth in his cybernetics told him he may be able to turn this attempted breach against his would-be hacker. Dismissing the message he lowers his ICE, allowing the scorching of the overheat quickhack to overwhelm him. Fuck, it burns. The acid running through his frame bubbles at the sudden temperature change, pressuring building as it reaches the canisters connected to his shoulders until it couldn’t take it anymore. They shatter, the corrosive liquid hissing upon contact with the metal and flesh surrounding him.

The gunfire and screams slowly trickle off when those with enough sense still in their chrome skulls realize they were fighting a losing battle. Leaving their wounded and melting companions to expire, those that could still make use of their legs fleeing into alleyways and the culvert that runs through the shipping district.

With a resigned sigh, Cade wipes a splash of acid from his face, his corrosion-proof metal keeping him safe from the acrid fluid. Steam vents from between his jaws as he shifts his focus to the transport vehicle.

The truck’s cargo is scattered across the pavement, with more unpackaged cyberware than the borg would have preferred. The roaches had wasted no time in diving into their ill-gotten gains. He advances on an unarmed, straggler Maelstromer who was struggling to activate a smart pistol which is just too big for his hands. “Here, let me help.” With an easy, practiced movement Cade rips it from his hand, sending a high-powered round through the unfortunate soul’s head. The borg then straightens up, lifting the gun to his face to blow the acrid smoke from the- ah. A difficult task without a mouth. Lowering the pistol to its holster spot on his leg, he turns his attention to the now still scene around him. Blood and acid seep into cracked pavement, half-melted chrome fusing with the concrete.

Just as he begins to raise a hand to his comm, Klaus’ icon blinks in the corner of his eye.

“That could have been neater.” The netrunner sighs. The resigned irritation in his voice is not lost on Cade.

“I could’ve also made it a Hell of a lot messier. Be thankful.” He responds tersely, the outer rim of his optics slowly spinning.

“Was this at least gratifying enough?”

Cade remains silent, shaking the acid off his hands with a small scowl. He can hear Klaus sigh once more before continuing.

“…A repossession team is already on the way. Best be getting back to the tower… and please, scrub that blood off your frame before you return to your duties.”

Before the borg could formulate some irate response, Klaus drops the call. The netrunner had a sharp tongue, something that ran in the family, it seemed. But that was neither here nor there. It wasn’t his place to govern the boy.

With a slow exhalation of caustic fumes, Cade turns to make his way to where his AV had stationed itself after his jump, its engines still warm. He passes the recovery op in the air on the trip back to the tower, exchanging a long, solid glare with the requisitions manager who quickly shrinks back out of sight of the window. Needless to say, Cade knew the foreman would not be making the same mistake again.

#art #oc #original character #cyberpunk #cyberpunk edgerunners #cyberpunk oc #cyberpunk2077 #cyberpunk au #fic #writing #cyberpunk fic #cw: violence #I’ve never posted stuff like this before so I hope i tagged stuff right #pls let me know if I didn’t

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silverhandsamurai · 2 years

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Fear • Lucy Kushinada/Fem!Reader

summary; you comfort lucy in a tender moment

warnings; slight minor spoilers

setting; lucy’s apartment

notes; lucy is my best girl ♥

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" How did Arasaka find you?!"

Lucy's panicked voice rang around the small apartment as she began to pace, her agitation growing.

You knew this day would come; you could only run so far before the past caught up with you.

You grew up with Lucy in Arasaka's netrunner program, and you both managed to escape and avoid notice until now.

Your identity had been revealed to the megacorp after your most recent solo gig went badly.

They hadn't discovered Lucy yet, which you were thankful for because that meant they were just after you.

If they went looking for Lucy too, you wouldn't be able to bear it.

You didn’t want anything to happen to her.

You eyed Lucy as she ran her hands through her hair subconsciously.

" Lulu...stop it you are going to make yourself sick."

The glare directed at you was full of emotion as the netrunner marched up to you.

"How can I stop worrying...! You and I both know -"

Having no more patience with her anxious words, you swept forward and locked her in a kiss, stifling her effortlessly. With your hands at her waist, you pulled her into an embrace as you lost yourself in the warmth of her touch. Suddenly affixed to your body, her deft delicate hands wove into your hair.

Your heart ached as you could feel the distress emanating from her, and you wanted to do everything in your power to ease her worries.

However, despite your strong facade you showed outwards in the back of your mind, you were also terrified...

Why was this world so cruel?

As if in a trance, you briefly parted from her after several breathless moments of temptation. Glancing over her form from a fraction of a distance, you tentatively inspected her.

While the kiss eased a few of her anxieties, her gaze turned downcast, refusing to look at you directly her hands falling at her sides.

" Lulu...remember that promise we made as kids?"

In a flash, her iridescent eyes flickered up to lock you in a fixated stare tinged with turmoil and curiosity. With a weary smile, you slipped your grip from her waist to her trembling hands and clasped them tightly.

" We promised we would find the moon princess together and ask her to take us away with her to live in the stars..."

You whispered as your thumb slowly rubbed circular patterns across Lucy's hands. She tilted forward and rested her forehead against yours, giving a dry humorless laugh.

" I can't believe how stupid we were..."

" Remember we got the idea after we found that archaic Japanese folk tale during one of our netruns into the 'Krash."

Your lips curled into a small smile as you recalled nostalgic memories.

" What was it called again...?"

"The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter."

Lucy's instant response caused your eyes to widen, and you started to laugh softly.

" Ha, you answered that so quickly you really do remember."

"You were so unbearably giddy and wouldn't shut up about it for weeks."

Your laughing gradually diminished and gave way to the previous tension as the room sank into a somber silence.

" When we get to the moon, Lucy... we'll finally be free."

Suddenly Lucy pushed herself fully into you, causing you to sink to the floor, and she gave a faint cry that shattered the atmosphere.

" I can't lose you...I can't..."

Tears started to form and sting at the corners of your eyes as you gripped her slender frame.

" I don't want to be alone again..."

You couldn’t answer her the only thing you could do was bury your face farther into her shoulder as she sobbed helplessly next to you.

You couldn't utter another word of reassurance.

You couldn't lie to her.

There was no guarantee that either you would survive this dreadful metropolis.

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hope I made you cry some ♥ might do a part 2 if people want a continuation

#cyberpunk edgerunners #cyberpunk imagine #cyberpunk fic #lucy x reader #lucy kushinada x reader #lucy kushinada #lucyna kushinada #lucyna kushinada x reader #lucy x fem!reader #lucy kushinada x fem!reader #lucyna kushinada x fem!reader #lucy edgerunners #edgerunners lucy #edgerunners #cyberpunk 2077 #x reader #cyberpunk #cp edgerunners #fem!reader

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jacenbren · 2 years

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*sobs grossly at the parallels*

#jacen draws #jacen writes #velvetfrost #velvetiscake #antfrost #i really wanna stay at your house #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk edgerunners #dsmp fic #dsmp fanfiction #ppcrew #ppsat #ppcrew fanfic

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kiwibeanv · 3 months

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Tormenting Chuuya with Situations #1

Summary: Inspired by the Cyberpunk Edgerunners scene in EP 3 at the party thing, Chuuya finds you.

Some background: Working on a fic with a mercenary reader who gets wound up in the PM... unwillingly. Just imagine having a huge disdain for the PM for now.

Notes: *Originally wrote with fem pronouns but it's gender neutral in this. *Drabble with some errors. *Third person. *Chuuya x reader. *Dazai x reader. *Little suggestive at ending 2. *Collaboration with Monocle

Story

At a little plaza in some random corner of the city, there was a small party going on. Drinks were shared and loud music blasted in the air. A party of outlaws. Gangsters, mercenaries, thieves, and all those unruly folks gathered here. The Guild is defeated and Yokohama was saved.

(Name) grabbed a drink and sat on top of the hood of their sports car. They gazed at the party. Dancers with the "DJ", some people showing off whatever assets or tricks, and the friend groups that stuck together chilling in their seats.

Chuuya came to the party in search of (Name). He cringed at the music blasting into his ears. To him, this party was too wild for his tastes. No formalities. Just unorganized celebration.

He spots (Name) sitting atop of their sports car. They were drinking alone until some guy approached her. He narrowed his eyes and recognized him... those bandages on his arms and neck... Dazai... He grits his teeth and lets out an annoyed sigh. Just as he wanted to step in, his phone rang. He stepped away to a quieter corner. The music was still loud but it was just enough for him to listen on the other end. Plus he still has (Name) and Dazai in his peripheral vision.

"Hello?" He answered as he leaned against the wall.

"Chuuya, where did you go?" Asked a female's voice. It was soothing and definitely Koyo's.

Chuuya stuck his other hand in his pocket. "Looking for (Name). They went off again," he sighed.

"Again? A leash doesn't stop them huh?" She asked.

"Nope but I got eyes on them," Chuuya replied as he glanced over to them.

Koyo hummed. "Off partying with those street dogs. I can hear the music."

"Yeah." Chuuya's eyes darkened when he saw them laughing.

"Well come back quickly. We have to celebrate our own victory," She says. "In a much more pleasant manner."

"Yeah, I'll get back as soon as I get (Name)," He nods.

"Then I'll see you soon."

"See you, big sis."

Chuuya hung up and closed his phone. He looked back to the car, only to see Dazai and (Name) missing. He clutched his phone tightly as his eyebrows furrowed. He has to get (Name) back before Dazai does anything funny. They shouldn't have gone off, let alone with his hated rival. It made him seethe at the thought of (Name) with Dazai.

And they couldn't have gone far. They were just in his sight earlier. Chuuya came to the car and collected himself along the way.

Ending 1

He could see them in the backseats still chatting. He scowled and knocked on the window which brought their attention. Dazai put his hand on (Name)'s shoulder and said something he couldn't hear. Then he stepped out of the car with a smug look.

"Well, well, who do we have here?" He said. "You interrupted our moment there."

"Like I care!" Chuuya raised his voice. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Having a chat~" Dazai replied nonchalantly. "And what are you doing here? This is no place for a fancy pants like you."

"I do what I please. I'm just here to take back someone," Chuuya grits his teeth.

"Well if it's them in the car, there's no way I'm letting you steal them," Dazai's grin widened.

"Don't get in my way," Chuuya growled.

Dazai was going to retort but (Name) came out of the car.

"Guys chill. Take your cat fight elsewhere," (Name) said with a sigh. They didn't want anymore trouble now that their supervisor was here. Angry like usual.

"(Name)!" Chuuya spoke up first.

"Ugh, you're here to take me back again," (Name) groaned and then turned to Dazai. "Sorry about that. But I have to get snatched away here."

Dazai raised his brow. "Huh... didn't think you'd be with the Port Mafia."

"Unfortunately," (Name) crossed their arms.

Chuuya and Dazai glared at each other for a moment, until Dazai spoke up.

"My condolences," Dazai puts his hand on his chest. "Call me if you ever want a double suicide with me," he says as he turned away to leave.

"As if," (Name) rolled their eyes.

Chuuya clenched his fists and lunged forward, but he was stopped by (Name).

"Cool it, Chuus. I don't want another issue on my plate," they warned.

Chuuya scoffed. "Fine, but we need to head back to base."

(Name) rolled their eyes with a groan. "Great..."

Ending 2

He couldn't see them in the car, nor around the area. His heart sped up and he began to search frantically. Chuuya couldn't find them within the party's premises.

He started to walk away. The music faded into the distance the more he got into the city. Chuuya was going to let (Name) get into their own sort of trouble. He had enough of their insubordination and was going to leave that to Mori or karma.

But then he heard soft moaning coming from a secluded alley. At first he was annoyed that some random couple is probably making out or going down and dirty. He let out a sigh to just glance, only to be struck with shock.

There they were, Dazai pinning them to the wall and making out. Rage boiled in him. He was so tempted to use his ability to stop this. Throw trash at them, use a dumpster to hit Dazai, or even drag (Name) away. But again... what's the point? It will only get them to seek each other out more. Plus he already decided to leave (Name) up to fate.

He tipped his hat lower to cover his eyes and never looked back.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #dazai x reader #angst

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eoieopda · 11 months

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all of eoieopda's stray kids fics + drabbles are linked below the cut.

psa: minors who like, reblog, and/or comment on any of my content (regardless of whether it's NSFW or not) will be hard blocked immediately. my blog is strictly 18+, so please indicate your (adult) age in your bio and/or pinned post before engaging with me.

🗝 key

☁️ — fluff 🌊 — angst ⚡️ — smut ⭐️ — series, spin-off, or prequel/sequel 🌱— w.i.p.

navigation. skz permanent taglist. multi permanent taglist. request rules.

📍due to personal preference, requests + fics will be limited to the members listed below.

force quit ⭐️⚡️🌊// cyberpunk au, specific au varies by episode // insp. by cyberpunk 2077, the true lives of the fabulous killjoys // it's 2077, and life's a fucking nightmare.

episode i: scraps // childhood friends to lovers // trainer!felix x edgerunner!reader episode ii: professor // secret relationship // recon!hyunjin x defector!reader episode iii: spider // fuck buddies to lovers // combat leader!minho x hacker!reader 🌱 episode iv: doc // established relationship // leader!chan x medic!reader

the one where chan didn't mean to yell 🌊 // established relationship au // in which chan doesn't want to go to bed angry. — request fill, 1/17/23

the one with chan and the promotion ☁️ // fuck buddies au // in which you need a ride home after your wisdom teeth removal, and only one person was available to drive you. — request fill, 8/4/23

the one with chan and the promotion pt. ii ⭐️☁️ // fuck buddies au // in which you need a ride home after your wisdom teeth removal, and the only person to drive you goes above and beyond the call of duty. — request fill, 4/20/24

🌱 the one with chan and the promotion pt. iii ⭐️☁️

more felix content coming soon...

#stray kids #skz #skz fanfiction #skz fanfic #skz fic #skz series #skz drabble #skz headcanons #jade writes #jade's masterlist #jade's drabbles #jade's requests

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cp77nyexchange · 8 months

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Cyberpunk 2077 New Year's Exchange - 2023 Round

Schedule:

Sign-ups: October 14th - October 26th 9:00PM UTC

Assignments out by (latest): October 31st 9:00PM UTC

Check In: December 1st - 5th 9:00PM UTC

Gift Posting: December 30th - January 3rd 9:00PM UTC

Creation Requirements:

Fic: Minimum 1000 words of complete fic - no WIP. All fic must be new and original, and created specifically for your recipient’s request. The fic cannot be a sequel to another fic or part of a series or specific AU of yours that the recipient did not request.

Art: One drawing, digital or traditional. Art doesn't need to be fully colored or a fully rendered illustration, but should look finished - no WIPs or sketches! Both digital and traditional art is allowed. Art pieces must be new and original, and created specifically for your recipient’s request. In the case of traditional art, it can't be on lined paper and the quality of the digital picture must not be so bad as to not be recognizable (i.e. no blurry pictures).

What is this?

Simply, it’s an anonymous fandom gift exchange held during the last months of the year. Fanfic writers and fan artists sign up, giving their offers and requests, and are then given someone else’s request to create for. Who you’re creating for is kept secret until gifts are posted.

Who can participate?

Any fic writer or digital/traditional artist (of age 18 and up). You must simply be able to meet the minimum requirements, detailed above.

Full rules below the cut or here on gdocs.

Where is this happening?

Tumblr; optionally on discord, and on AO3 for fic (and art) posting. Important information will be posted to the event tumblr. You don’t have to join the discord server - I can send you your assignment over email, if you say you want that when signing up. If you do join, I will be using the discord @everyone function to remind people of upcoming deadlines and such. There will be an AO3 collection.

How does gifter/giftee matching happen?

On a basis of offers and requests.

At sign up, you will first provide a list of characters and relationships (be they platonic or romantic/sexual) you offer, as well as things you will absolutely not create for.

After that, you will detail your request, again giving characters and relationships, and what you do not want in your gift (DNWs). You can also optionally, meaning your creator is not required to take these into account when making your gift, put in Likes (tropes, characterization, AUs, aspects of the relationships/characters you’d like a focus on, things you like in art, etc.) and Prompts (any specific story and art prompts you may have). There’s also a space to put any of your V details, if you have a custom one/s - visual references, background details that aren’t in the game, etc.; these are again optional for both you and your creator.

When signing up, you also have the ability to opt-in to receive and/or create for relationships and characters that you didn’t explicitly offer/request but also aren’t in your DNWs.

You can offer and request fic, art or both.

You are only expected to create one piece. You may offer to create fic, art, or both, but you’re only expected to do one.

Is NSFW/18+ content allowed?

Yes. The game itself is 18+ and contains sex scenes, and as stated above and in the rules, the exchange itself is 18+ participants only. When you sign up, you will be asked if you’re okay with having your gift contain sex/be of explicit sexual nature (full frontal nudity included for art) or not. NSFW content is opt-in. Additionally, if you say ‘yes’ it is not guaranteed you will for sure get NSFW fic/art. Note that this is not a smut exchange so you can’t request only NSFW fic/art.

Is this game-canon only or are things from Edgerunners or the tabletop allowed as well?

This is focused on the game, but Edgerunners and TTRPG are both allowed. Though make sure to respect it if your recipient says they don’t want anything outside of the game!

Rules

You must be aged 18 and up to participate in this exchange. This does not mean all works must be NSFW.

Maintain full anonymity! Do not talk anywhere about who you have as a recipient and do not post WIPs of your work either on social media or on discord. Don’t speculate about who your creator is either. After posting, you’re free to talk about it wherever you want. (If you’re a writer who uses a beta, you can tell them, but they are also expected to follow the ‘don’t talk about it’ rules.)

You must request and offer at least one character or relationship.

Requesting a character and requesting a relationship are two different things. Meaning: if you request a character, you will get matched with someone offering that character, NOT a relationship containing that character. The reverse also holds: requesting/offering a relationship will NOT get you matched with someone offering/requesting one of the characters in the relationship.

Please specify V’s gender when offering/requesting them. If you do not, I’ll assume you’re fine with any/all possibilities.

Ships between two Vs are only allowed if you have at least one other requested character/relationship as well. Same goes for OCs, in a ship or on their own. This is to ensure there’s someone who can actually make you a thing.

Respect your recipient’s Do Not Want’s (DNWs). Failure to do so will get your gift disqualified (and send your recipient for emergency pinch hitting) and if I find out you did it on purpose/maliciously, you will be banned from any future rounds of the exchange.

If you don’t put a character/relationship/trope/etc. in the DNW section in your sign up, I can’t do anything if you receive a gift containing that thing-you-don’t-like. Please take care and write out your DNWs; a long and exhaustive list of what you don’t want is perfectly fine, so don’t be shy. Short is fine as well. Just don’t leave it blank unless you’re really sure you’re fine with everything!

Optional details are optional! Meaning: even if something is in the Likes and Prompts boxes, the creator is not required to follow them. The only thing a creator MUST take into account when creating a gift is: DNWs, characters/relationships, yes or no to receiving NSFW.

You may change your sign-up details at any point before sign-ups close. Do so by messaging the official tumblr or via discord (#help-desk) (discord is likely to get you the fastest response). After sign-ups close, your details are final and cannot be changed.

Matching is based on ONE character OR relationship. Obviously I will try to match people with multiple offers to those who request multiple of the same characters and/or relationships, but it may end up not possible for some. Therefore, make sure all the characters and relationships you offer are ones you’re sure you can create for - each one may end up your only actual option.

Matching is final! Barring any errors I may make (accidentally giving you someone whose only request is a character you didn’t offer), no changes will be made.

During the check-in period you are required to affirm you’re still actively participating. This will happen the same way assignments are handed out, either over email or Discord DMs. You should strive to be at least halfway done by this point, but it’s not required and there’s no penalty to being behind or anything. People who don’t respond to the check-in will be assumed to have dropped out.

In case you cannot finish your gift, please say so as early as possible. I don’t need to know why, I just need to know quickly so I can find someone else to create a gift.

If you can finish your gift, but need an extension past the deadline, reach out to me via discord DMs or email.

In the event that you withdraw from the exchange and then your assigned creator does as well, you will not get sent to PHs and you will not receive a gift. Sorry!

As long as you submit a gift for your recipient, you are guaranteed a gift in return.

AI-generated writing or art is banned.

Approach all with good faith. Straightforward rule: don’t be a dick.

Remember to comment on your gift! I’m not going to hunt people down if they don’t comment on their gifts (I won’t be keeping track), but please do remember that it’s polite and feels good to have the work you put in acknowledged. If you don’t have anything to say, a simple thank you will suffice! And commenting late is better than never, so don’t feel bad if you forget/get distracted.

FAQ

What is ‘DNW’ exactly?

DNW stands for Do Not Want. That is, anything that you don’t want to appear in your gift and anything you will not create. This includes: any and all triggers, squicks, relationships/characters/tropes/interpretations/AUs/etc. that for whatever reason you don’t want to create or receive. An explanation for why you DNW something is not needed or expected. Respecting DNWs when creating gifts is mandatory.

What is a ‘pinch hit’/’pinch hitter’?

A pinch hit is a fanwork produced for a request that's in need of fulfillment either because there were no offers that could be matched to it or because the participant assigned the request withdrew from the exchange (or because, after posting, the work turned out to contain something that was DNW’d). A pinch hitter is the person who does the pinch hit - they may be regular participants of the exchange, or they may have signed up to be only pinch hitters. If one signs up to be only a pinch hitter, they will not receive a gift work.

My recipient has a mile long list of characters and relationships! Do I have to include ALL of them in my fic/art?

No. You only HAVE to make something for ONE of their requested characters or relationships.

I got a recipient who says they’re OK with NSFW art/fic, but I am not comfortable with creating NSFW art/fic, what do I do?

Create non-NSFW art/fic that matches their requested relationships and/or characters as usual. As stated above, NSFW content is opt-in and no one can request only that. Yes to receiving NSFW content is only relevant if you, the creator, are also willing to create such. Otherwise, feel free to ignore it.

I got matched with someone on one thing, but one of their other requests looks cool - is it okay to fulfill that request even though it’s not what we matched on originally/I didn’t opt-in to creating non-offered non-DNW ships or characters?

It is! Basically, I just need everyone to receive fic/art for ONE of their requests. If you get inspired by something even if that isn’t what you originally offered, go on ahead and create!

Will there be organized beta reading for writers?

No, sorry. There isn’t a requirement that all fic be beta-read. If you really feel like you need a beta for your writing and don’t already have one, I’d suggest asking someone you know isn’t participating to do it for you!

If you have any unanswered questions, send a message or an ask!

#cp77nyex #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #cp77 fic #cp77 fanart #gift exchange #cyberpunk 2077 art #cyberpunk 2077 fic #male v #female v

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