#CP2077 Prompt Event

[dont-be-a-gonk]

Does anyone know if that army buddy Johnny claims to have is real or not cause whenever I look into it the tags just say his own name.

The two main consensus I've seen are that 1. Johnny genuinely thinks the tags are someone he knew due to his memory being damaged or 2. his claim is metaphorical as he views the man he was before deserting as different from who he currently is (ie. Robert's pre-war innocence died and Johnny's new more spiteful self/ persona is what remains).

[cp2077promptevent]

#MoxWrites2077 || Cyberpunk 2077 Prompt Event

Hello! The MoxWrites2077/Cyberpunk2077 Prompt Event is starting in just a few days, on April 1! To start the hype, and get the ball rolling, here are the first 7 days of prompts. I’ll also be posting the daily prompt here everyday!  Reminder that you can find all of the daily prompts, additional technical prompts, and the few rules here: Cyberpunk 2077 Prompt Event Collection

Spotify Playlist of Song Prompts

April 1 - song - Dear Future Self (Hands Up) - Fall Out Boy

April 2 - sitch - Super drunk/high as a kite. Would be a great idea to call someone, right?

April 3 - sitch - First meetings

April 4 - song - Hostage by Billie Eilish

April 5 - dialogue - “I got bridges, I got matches.”

April 6 - sitch - Takemura cooks a meal (for whomever)

April 7 - song - Blood // Water - grandson

We can’t wait to see what you write! If you want it to be shared, you can add it to the collection on AO3, and share it using the #MoxWrites2077. We’ll do our best to go through the tag everyday and share a few works and links. 

[pheedraws]

Virtù e Fortuna

Pairing: Arthur Jenkins x Female V (Vic. Deckard)

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: On V’s list of “Ways I Do Not Like to Spend My Friday Nights”, rubbing elbows with Night City’s elite at stuffy Arasaka parties would definitely take the top spot. That is, of course, until someone changes her mind... 

Warnings: Canon-typical language, use of alcohol, suggestive themes but nothing explicit (Rating- M)

A/N: I’m trying to get back into writing a little more, so I figured I’d try my hand at some of the prompts created for the #MoxWrites2077 challenge! Specifically in this case: Day 3 - First Meetings. Thank you for hosting such an encouraging, supportive event! I’ve honestly never felt so inspired. 

Charter Hill, 2071 

On V’s list of “Ways I Do Not Like to Spend My Friday Nights”, rubbing elbows with Night City’s elite at stuffy Arasaka parties would definitely take the top spot. 

Breathe. Relax. It's just a party, not a firing squad. 

Though admittedly, if faced with the choice, V wasn't confident she could wholeheartedly say she'd prefer the former to the latter. 

Arasaka spared no expense when it came to parties, and tonight was certainly no exception. The uppermost floor of the corporate hotel had been entirely transformed, staff from all departments mingling in the grand function room. The suite stretched out onto the balcony where the deep aquamarine ripples of the pool shimmered invitingly, glass and chrome furniture glittering in the light of the setting sun.

Had said party not been full of corporate sharks waiting to strike at the first scent of blood, V may have even described it as beautiful.

Not for the first time that evening, V surreptitiously adjusted the plunging neckline of her dress, silently resenting herself for choosing one that left her lacking on the brassiere front. For the most part, she had been lucky when it came to avoiding these functions, her role within Special Operations landing her in combat more often than it did black-tie events, but her luck had seemed to run dry on this occasion.

Said occasion being the promotion of her trainer, commander, and corporate leash-handler to the position of Director.

It made sense. Kiran Keller was, on paper, the perfect candidate for director of Special Operations; ruthless, efficient, and not above shoving a rifle in the face of whoever stood in her way. V both respected and feared the older woman in equal measure, but even that was not enough to coax a feeling other than discontent from her when faced with the prospect of a party in her direct superior's honour. 

On a Friday night, no less. 

Mandatory attendance for all Counterintelligence, Defence, and Special Operations staff. Plus ones permitted. 

Jackie had almost laughed his ass off when she'd suggested he tag along. "Vicky, you know I love you hermana... but fuck no." Not even the promise of an open bar had been enough to sway the man, and with a loving pat on the back, he'd pushed her out of the door with nothing but a smug "Buena suerte, chica!" to keep her company. 

And now, here she was; alone, painfully sober, and regretting ever allowing herself to be talked into buying the black patent abominations currently chafing away at her ankle bones.

Thanks, Jack. 

This was not her typical Friday night. Friday nights involved wine- lots of wine- takeout food of questionable origin, and playful repartee with the only person able to keep her head above water no matter how many times Arasaka- Keller- tried to sink it. Jackie... Jackie didn't know everything concerning her sudden backtrack into the corporate world, but he stood by her anyway; a friend through thick and thin.  

No, not a friend. A brother. Family.

V sighed, a small smile pulling at the corner of her mouth despite her distaste for the situation she found herself in. She never could stay mad at him for long.

She made her way over to the bar in the centre of the suite. V knew she’d have to face Keller at some point, be the polite, courteous corpo-rat her grandmother had once tried to morph her into, but the prospect of dealing with the woman sober struck fear through her gut like a hot poker.

Whiskey, don’t fail me now.

Hailing the bartender, V braced her arms against the countertop, newly lacquered nails tapping nervously against the sleek black marble. "Bourbon, please. On the rocks." 

The room was abuzz with voices conversing in jargon she didn't understand, filled with faces she didn't recognise. I don't belong here. It was the world she had been born into, sure, but not the world she had grown up in; mercifully whisked away at an early age following her parents' divorce, never having to endure the falsehoods, the corruption, the brutal backstabbing... 

Well, until recently, that was. 

Mom's probably rolling in her grave right now... 

It was easier to ignore at work; that sickening feeling of shame, of guilt. It was easier to convince herself that she had no choice, that she was doing what anyone else in her position would do to keep themselves afloat when she was cutting down enemies, doing exactly what Arasaka told her to do like a good little corpo-rat. 

But now? Dressed to the nines, sipping complimentary whiskey that no doubt cost more than her first apartment had, kissing ass and masquerading as someone who belonged in this world outside of working hours? V felt sick, a tightness that was becoming worryingly familiar as of late crushing her chest, stealing her breath. 

I need air. Now. 

Clutching her glass, she weaved through the crowds as gracefully as she could, forced polite smile on her face. Just a few more steps. Large doors beckoned her out into the cool evening air, relief washing over her as she made it onto the balcony unscathed and with her dignity still- relatively- intact.

The chatter was quieter out on the roof, and V felt the suffocating brain fog slowly start to dissipate, leaving only tendrils of tiredness in its wake. How many hours until she could leave without Keller hunting her for sport? V couldn’t be sure. Too many, at least.

She walked towards the quieter end of the balcony, only a few lone partygoers occupying the space, enjoying the last rays of the setting sun before it gave way to night. The music from inside the suite drifted lowly on the breeze, and V stopped to lean against the glass balustrade, gazing out at the bustling city below. Out of the corner of her eye, V noticed a suited man to the left of her doing the same, looking out at the city as the sun set on the horizon, bathing the towering corporate monoliths in a warm, orange glow. From her vantage point, V could faintly see the mismatched structures of The Glen in the distance, not quite gleaming with the same abstract beauty as the sleek buildings of Charter Hill, but emanating an aura of their own nonetheless.

Home.

"Quite the view, isn't it?" The man to her left had moved a few steps closer, body turned to face her. 

She hummed, feeling the breeze toy with the loose strands of hair framing her face, the sensation a soothing balm after the buzz of the party inside. "It's almost peaceful when you can't hear the traffic." 

V allowed herself to glance over at the man beside her, taking in his features in the golden light. His attention swept back to the guests mingling on the rooftop, before settling on her once more. "Not enjoying the party?" 

She tried not to grimace. "That obvious, huh?" 

"Not really, I just know a fellow reluctant participant when I see one." The man smiled warmly then, holding out his hand. "Jenkins, Night City Counterintelligence." 

She took his hand. "V, work for Keller over in Special Operations." The firmness of his shake was grounding, a much-needed anchor amidst the swirling cloud of anxiety that had hung over her head since stepping foot on the premises, and V found herself enjoying it perhaps a little more than she should have. It didn't hurt that the man himself was easy on the eyes; six-foot-something of toned muscle hidden beneath sharp suits, dark hair and bright blue eyes that had V mentally calculating exactly how long it had been since she'd last gotten laid- anything to excuse the way her pulse had spiked at the slightest touch that wasn't accompanied by barked commands or the sting of combat. 

Ah, fuck. 

"Keller, huh? The woman of the hour." 

"That she is." For better or worse.

Then, as if posing a scandalous question, Jenkins dipped his head towards hers, voice lowering, a look of mirth shining in his eyes. "She as scary as the recruitment vids make her out to be?" 

V laughed. Between the warmth of the whiskey and the man's- Jenkins'- presence, the discomfort she had felt moments earlier was already melting away. "'Fraid so. Never met her?" 

"Never had the pleasure of working with her, no. She likes to keep her department... contained, so to speak."

That was putting it mildly.

"Don't I know it..." V muttered, downing the last mouthful of bourbon. She tried to ignore the way his gaze trailed from her lips down to her throat and lower still, the stubborn spark of heat that had ignited in her stomach at his touch steadily growing into something more. 

"Can I get you another?" Jenkins nodded his head in the direction of the bar, charming smile toying at his lips. "Might as well make the evening as bearable as we can, since we're both stuck here indefinitely."

Fuck, he was good at that. All charm and smiles and smooth words... V had no trouble believing he was ruthlessly efficient at his job, thriving in this world that was eating her alive. 

"Lead the way." 

Jenkins held out his arm for her to take, and the gesture did not go unappreciated, V’s discomfort melting away into something almost foreign to her.

Enjoyment.

The bar was impossibly busier when they arrived back inside, the pair clearly not the only ones with alcohol in mind to ease the almost glacial passing of time. They found a space towards the far end of the suite, Jenkins ushering her in before taking up position next to her, propping his arm against the countertop as V mirrored his stance. He leaned down to speak over the noise, a warm, firm hand pressed against the small of her back as his breath tickled her ear. The scent of his cologne washed over her, and V found herself instinctively leaning into him, heat rising to her cheeks as she willed him not to notice. "What's your poison?"

"Bourbon, please." Jenkins turned to catch the attention of the bartender, ordering two whiskeys that were swiftly placed in front of him. V took the glass handed to her, grateful for the sweetness on her tongue as she took a sip to calm her nerves.

"So," Jenkins began, swirling his glass, "how long have you been with spec-ops? Can't have been long, I imagine." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Though her tone was playful, a part of V- the part she had been trying to keep on a tighter leash since swapping the streets of Heywood for trouser suits and espionage- bristled at the implications of his words, that this man she had met not even an hour ago thought he could read her, could see past the walls she had so carefully built up to keep her neck intact in this cutthroat corporate world...

Jenkins grinned, picking up on her irritation immediately. Guess that leash needed to be tighter. "Your eyes." At her puzzled look, he continued. "There's fear in them- hidden, of course, but it's still there. You look around this room, you see threats. If Keller's anything like the stories I've heard about her, well..." Another smile, this one tinged with the slightest hint of sympathy. "She's got your balls in a vice, hm? Something held above your head? And you think everyone in this room is in her pocket, too- that you can't trust anyone." 

Well, shit. 

"The thing is," Jenkins continued, sparing her the embarrassment of attempting to retort with her tongue tied in knots, "once you've been here long enough, you soon realise everyone else has their balls in a vice, too. Everyone's out to save their own necks." He took a sip of his drink, piercing blue eyes meeting hers once more. "You stop seeing them as threats once you know you can ruin their day with a few special words whispered into the right ear. Power and control... S'all it is, V. Gotta take what you can from this world before it ruins you."  

V stood in stunned silence, equal parts admiration for the man and annoyance that she had been so easily read. Jenkins saw through the silence- because of course he did- and laughed good naturedly. "So… how did I do?" 

V smiled despite herself, shaking her head slowly in disbelief. "That's quite the party trick." She took a drink from her own glass, savouring the burn at the back of her throat before continuing.  "Been there just over nine months now, did some freelance work before that." 

"That how they sunk their hooks into you?" At V's pointed look, he smirked. "Thought as much. They never have played fair- guess they just like to make everyone else's jobs around here all the more complicated." 

V paused for a moment, studying the man before her, all confident smiles and charming words. "And you? Who's got your balls in a vice?" 

Jenkins laughed, shaking his head. "Can't tell you that, V. Speaking her name often has the unfortunate effect of summoning her, and I'm enjoying my evening far too much for that right now." 

The pair fell into a somewhat comfortable silence then, watching partygoers pass by, some more inebriated than others. V thought back to what Jenkins had said, reluctantly admitting to herself that perhaps he spoke a lot of truths, no matter how… grating those truths may be. She was about to speak when a new voice halted her train of thought.

"Jenkins, there you are." 

V didn't miss the way Jenkins' demeanour changed almost instantly; posture stiffening at the sound of the woman's voice as she neared the pair, stopping in front of them with her arms folded tightly across her chest. The look she gave the man was cold, calculating, and V noticed the same look mirrored in her drinking companion's eyes. 

Ah, balls and vices.

When Jenkins spoke, his voice was firm, any traces of the man who had joked good naturedly with her all evening effectively brushed away, hidden beneath effortless professionalism. "Abernathy. Enjoying the party?" 

The woman rolled her eyes. "Cut the bullshit Arthur, I'm not in the mood." V watched as Jenkins' jaw twitched in irritation, turning to face the bar to avoid being drawn into a conversation she really had no business being in. She flagged down the bartender once more, and soon enough another two glasses were set in front of her, condensation glistening under the soft lights. 

"Logistics need to run something by us before we leave the city, and I'd rather not drag that out any longer than needed."  Her cold gaze shifted from Jenkins to V, and then down to the glasses on the table, lips curling with thinly veiled disapproval. "We leave in five minutes. Do not make me wait." 

Almost as quickly as she appeared, Abernathy turned to leave, heels clicking across the polished hardwood. Wordlessly, V pushed one of the glasses across the countertop, Jenkins taking the offering with an appreciative nod, knocking back a mouthful of the amber liquid as she turned her attention to the retreating form of their unexpected guest. V waited until the woman was safely out of earshot, watching as she stepped around drunken interns dancing amongst themselves with the same look of distaste she'd presumably been wearing all evening. "Friend of yours?" 

Jenkins grimaced into his drink as if the very notion were offensive. "Colleague. We've been stationed in Osaka for the past ten months- longest fucking ten months of my life." 

"Wanna swap?" V propped her elbow up on the bar, hand resting beneath her chin as she levelled Jenkins a playful smirk. "Think you could charm your way through an 0500 hours training session with Keller while I jet off to Japan?" 

Jenkins barked a laugh, shaking his head in mock disapproval, any lingering traces of tension disappearing from his shoulders. "Isn't that Director Keller now?" 

"Mmhmm, lucky me, right?" 

Jenkins opened his mouth to retort, only to pause as his gaze locked onto Abernathy stood in the grand doorway across from the bar, glaring daggers at the man while jerking her head in the direction of the AV pad.

"Well, V. I suppose that's my cue to leave." His eyes shone a brighter blue for a second, the familiar flash of incoming data lighting up her own optics. "I'm flying back to Osaka tomorrow morning, but I've flicked you my details." He paused. "Should you ever need them, of course."

Maybe it was the whiskey, maybe it was the dress... Or, hell, maybe it was the ten-month dry spell that inspired a sudden surge of confidence within her. Whatever it was, V didn't have time to question it before her mouth acted of its own accord, brain cell lagging about five minutes behind it. "Is that strictly for business? Or for pleasure, too?" 

Preem. Smooth, V. 

She tried not to recoil too visibly at her own words. Jesus, where did that one come from, you gonk? She could almost hear Jackie's affable mocking in the back of her mind, delighting in the way she fumbled through any and all dealings of the romantic variety. Shit, maybe it really had been too long since Lola... 

To her relief, Jenkins' smile only widened in response, the man laughing as he placed a hand on her elbow. "I suppose time will tell in that regard." His voice was low, smooth, and V hated the way her stomach flipped at the sound. The crowded bar left little room for personal space, and- not for the first time that evening- she found herself wondering just who the hell deemed it fair to make his eyes that goddamn blue. 

V didn't realise just how openly she had been staring until the man before her smirked, his thumb stroking soft circles in the crook of her elbow as heat rose to her cheeks, brown eyes widening in realisation. 

So much for subtlety.

Amused, Jenkins leaned in closer once more, speaking low enough that his voice was only just distinguishable above the music. "Goodnight, V." She shivered at the closeness. "Don't let this world swallow you whole, hm? Be a damn shame to lose that fire." With a wink, he stepped away from the bar, making his way over to the doorway his colleague had disappeared through moments earlier. V watched until he, too, had vanished from sight, sighing before finishing off the remaining whiskey in her glass in one undignified gulp. 

That... could have gone worse. 

The man... Jenkins... was charming, dangerously so, with just enough carefully concealed hot-headedness to send her mind wandering to less than professional places. V groaned inwardly, sending a silent prayer to whichever god her mom had thought so highly of that she hadn't been too embarrassing. She wasn't sure Keller would ever let her know a moment's peace again if not.

Right, Keller. 

V sighed. Reality calls. But as she went to leave the bar, track down the newly appointed director seemingly committed to making every day of V's mandatory twenty-year loyalty obligation a living hell, she paused, and noticed the flashing notification in the corner of her optics.

New Contact Added: Arthur Jenkins. 

A strange feeling settled into her chest. It wasn't fear, no... Something new, something good. A lightness of sorts; a buoyancy aid thrown her way when all she had felt prior was a sickening sinking feeling, tied down by suspicion and disquietude and fear like a lead weight. 

Power and control. Maybe she could work with that after all. 

She squared her shoulders. For the first time since joining the corporation, the first time since selling her soul away on a dotted line as if it meant nothing... V didn't feel so utterly alone in the lion's den, and she smiled. 

Well, who would have thought. Maybe these parties aren't so bad after all... 

AO3

[lion-hearted-wolf]

A taste of smoke and words

“Without any doubt, she understands her more than Johnny does.”

Prompt: April 8 – Song: Tessellate by alt-J

Technical Prompt: 15 (palette on coolors.co)

Relationships: Alt Cunningham/Johnny Silverhand; Alt Cunningham/Rogue Amendiares; Rogue Amendiares/Johnny Silverhand

(My first entry for the @cp2077promptevent )

READ IT ON AO3

[ryyn-strange]

#MoxWrites2077 || Day 1

As will become the usual, can also be found on AO3.

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Day 1 - song - Dear Future Self (Hands Up) - Fall Out Boy

Dear future self, I hope it's going well, I'm drunk on cheap whiskey in an airport hotel, yeah

Female V & Johnny & Kerry || Modern Rockband!AU ish type deal

“Fuck, c’mon guys, we’re gonna miss our connection!” V exclaims, turning to walk backwards so she can face her two hungover bandmates and keep an eye on them before they wandered off and got lost again. 

Kerry and Johnny look at each other blearily, then back to V. Rolling her eyes, V lets them catch up to her, slotting herself between them and grabbing the hands closest to her so she can drag them along. 

She’s sure they make quite the sight, a motley crew consisting of a silver haired rocker both arms tatted up and wearing ripped jeans and a torn up leather biker vest; a scruffy, lanky rocker wearing leather pants and a worn-to-hell band tank top. And her, a tiny force of nature in a skater dress and leggings, dragging the two taller men along with her. Or trying to anyway. 

...They miss the flight, of course. V consoles herself with a bottle of whiskey at the bar of the shitty hotel they ended up in, since the next flight they could catch wasn’t until tomorrow. She’s already planning her revenge on the boys. 

[vox-monstera]

💔 🎥 💑 for Leo & 💲 🎀 😳 for Vox <33

I can't find the full prompt list so I can't link it, sorry!

Also sorry it took me almost a month to answer!!!

Thank you so much for the ask! 😘

Leonora Vice

💔 What was my muse's first heartbreak?

Jonas Redfield, who Leonora hates to this day!

He's a fellow socialite, though his family is not nearly as wealthy or famous as the Vices. Leo began a relationship with him (something she thought would never happen) when she was seventeen after years of pining after him. He was always aloof about the situation, which lead to Leo doubting his intentions. Turns out that he was... gently pushed by his family into asking her out for social climbing purposes.

She promptly embarrassed him in front of their entire school, dumped him, and then was secretly hurt about it for years after.

Never, ever invite her to an event if he's going to be there... 👀

👩🏻‍❤️‍👨🏻 What are my muse's requirements for a potential partner?

Leo has a strict list of requirements for sexual partners and an even more intensive one for romantic partners.

She is, firstly, very much a "don't date below your class" type of person. Intelligence and charm are important, and so is respect. She tends to lean towards people who are good at what they do with humility; she believes praise comes from those around you, not yourself. Leo also values her independence a lot, so she demands her partner do the same (no clingers, please). This sounds silly, but Leo prefers dating people without families? Leo herself finds family a drag and kind of unimportant (except for her mom!), and would rather not have to deal with all of that.

As far as looks go, she doesn't really have a "type"; for Leo, it's mostly about personality.

🎥 Who is my muse's celebrity crush?

Babe... is Anthony Bourdain a celebrity in CP2077? Cause it's Anthony Bourdain. She's read all of his books and editorials, watched all of his shows, and owns every piece of media he's been a part of.

If not, I wouldn't know what to tell you. My girl's PICKY.

Vox Monstera

💲- (couldn't find the prompt list but I think this was like... would my muse ever sleep with someone for money?)

Oh, absolutely not. She barely gets the courage to sleep with people she does like, so I don't think she'd ever accept money to sleep with anyone.

🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if no one had to know?

Saul Bright!

Vox has... conflicting feelings on Saul. On the one hand, she admires his strong-handed leadership and no-nonsense manner of handling business, but she also finds his stubbornness and inflexibility infuriating. It's definitely a mixture of attraction and detestation, which would lend itself to a very interesting dynamic between them.

If they were to pursue any sort of relationship it would definitely stay sexual in nature, and Vox (and I'm sure Saul) would really want to keep it on the down low. My hc is that Saul is very much a rough top, and while Vox is a bottom-leaning switch, Saul would definitely bring out the brat in her. There would be a lot of spanking, hair-pulling, and choking involved, with a sprinkle of degradation as a garnish.

😳 What was my muse's worst romantic/sexual relationship?

Vox was in a really nasty relationship while living out East. One of the reasons she came back to Night City was to escape the memory of this person.

I haven't worked out all of the details yet, but the long and short of it is that she fell in love with and began a relationship an Atlantis corpo (against her better judgement) who she later found out was an international sex trafficker. Vox may or may not have killed him (she's actually not sure) before absconding to Atlanta, and then back to NC.

She doesn't like to talk about that time in her life, so for a long time the only person who knew about that relationship was Johnny, since he knew all of her memories.

I hope the flesh this out a lot more and maybe write about their relationship a bit.

[anaisonfire]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077 (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kerry Eurodyne/V Characters: Kerry Eurodyne, V (Cyberpunk 2077), Male V Additional Tags: Established Relationship, midnight visits, sometimes you just gotta go hang out with the bf at 3am, neither of them knows what a sleep schedule is, (neither do i DO NOT ask me how long i've been awake) Summary:

“What’s gotten into you anyway? Not that I’m complaining but you don’t generally come over in the middle of the night.”

“Hmmm… nothing much,” V continues to smile widely. “Just had a good day- night, I guess.” His eyes flicker to the side in a tell-tale motion of listening to Johnny. “And too much leftover adrenaline, yes. Felt like I had to come over… hope that’s fine.” He suddenly turns bashful.

Seriously. This guy.

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Prompt fill for Day 1 of #MoxWrites2077 the CP2077 Prompt Event! Had a lot of fun, but also I can’t enjoy this song now bc I’ve sucked it dry of any emotion by listening to it for 8 hours straight hjksjdfhj

[boltsandbonecharms]

CP2077 Prompt Event - Day 1

Prompt: song - Dear Future Self (Hands Up) - Fall Out Boy

Just a quick scene that came to mind from the vibe of the chorus. f!V & Johnny.

Hands up, ready for the boom. Never mind the rocket launcher, talking 'bout a tune. You can hear us comin' with the zoom. Listen to the "Boom, boom" we are breaking through

- - -

The car is parked in the shade, the windows down and radio playing softly, across the way from the new gig. Inconspicuous, waiting to make a surprise visit to an asshole who definitely has it coming.

V's elbow rests on the window frame with a cigarette between her fingers, occasionally flicking ash down the side of the car; her other hand is on the stock of the tactical shotgun laying across her knees. 

Beside her, Johnny taps out a half-hearted rhythm on the door panel with his 'ganic hand. His metal one rests high on V's thigh, thumb sometimes joining the rhythm, fingers flexing with the urge to join too. The song ends and so does the tapping, so he squeezes her thigh, shifts his hand a little higher. 

V doesn't react. She raises the cigarette, takes a long drag, never looks away from the target. 

Johnny pulls on her thigh, just enough to rock her leg.

"How long we waitin'?" he asks, already knowing the answer. 

V exhales smoke through her nose, flicks the ash. "Long as we have to."

[cp2077promptevent]

XD

Notes on the Bathroom Wall - Cyberpunk 2077 Prompt Challenge

Found on AO3 Here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30383652/chapters/75048246#workskin

Prompt: April 2 - Sitch - Drunk Call/Text

Technical Prompts: 12 - Flowchart

Characters: Panam Palmer, Male V, Kerry Eurodyne (reference), Johnny Silverhand (reference)

Relationships: Male V/Kerry Eurodyne (reference)

Chapter 2 - Let Me Draw It Out For You

Okay, listen.” Panam sat across from V in the little taqueria. The table was sticky with aerosolized grease from years of flash-fried food and questionable synthmeat. She leaned forward, her elbows braced on the surface without care, earnestly trying to avoid disaster. ”I love you. You’re my best choom, but this is a horrible idea!” 

“Whaddya mean horrible?” He slurred as he reached for the phone. The plastic pulled away from the laminate with a sticky squelch.``This is the best idear we’ve—hic—I’ve ever had! Imma just call him. And say hi. Thass all. See if he’s up for going out or something.” 

Panam’s hand darted forward, slapping the phone from V’s hand. It clattered across the table and into the crease of the bench. She wasn’t about to let him do another stupid thing on account of Johnny whispering in his ear.

“Why’d ya do that for?” His huff was disgruntled.

“Bro. Kerry only started talking to you because you’re carting around his fucking disembodied ex-boyfriend.” Panam rolled her eyes in frustration. “You had a shitty day. It happens. There are better ways to blow off steam than having a booty call with that emotional disaster. Do I need to make you a decision flowchart?”

“Whassa flowchart?” 

“Hey, Jose!” She yelled across the shop. “You got a pen and paper?”

[pheedraws]

this April 1st, the biggest fool is me for staying up working on Jenkins x V brainrot until 4am, conveniently forgetting all about an early morning zoom call with work

[lion-hearted-wolf]

Close (to all the music spent alone)

My 3rd entry for the Cyberpunk 2077 Prompt Event @cp2077promptevent

Prompt: April 17 - sitch - Johnny finds out V is actually a talented musician

+ Technical Prompt 5: Prose poem, under 150 words

Note: My first prose poem! I’ve only written poetry in Italian – my mother tongue – and I’m quite new to it, so it’s a bit of an experiment. Featuring Sumire Valerie St. Jude, my first Street Kid V, and her childhood hero and favourite singer, Johnny Silverhand.

As always, thanks to my lovely @spectrum-nebula for her help! 

My hands running on the guitar (it’s not even the first time, you know?), yours patiently guiding my fingers. “You’re better than I imagined, kid,”, and a smile: you seem proud.

It’s the first time you smile like this

It’s the first time I try playing guitar after everything

(the wreckage of my childhood, wasted teenage years, and now? What now?)

It’s the first time you actually say something sweet touching my hand: try this, you add,

while I try not to blush because my past’s right behind the corner, when you were something

even more real than this.

(Something I can now call “my first love”. Don’t laugh.)

And as the music comes out, memories scatter everywhere

I was ten, jumping on the bed, screaming from the top of my lungs another song  

Just to put my headphones on a second later, to imagine myself singing at your side.

[ryyn-strange]

Be Alone With You

Day 4: Hostage- Billie Eilish using the Tech Prompt: 3 sentence fic

Johnny Silverhand/Female V

Rating: G

Chapter 4/30 for the #MoxWrites2077 || Cyberpunk 2077 Prompt Event

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30391749/chapters/75122427

[xathanael20]

Chapters: 2/30 Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077 (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Food & Drink Tour, Cyberpunk 2077 Prompt Event Summary:

Miria, a food blogger, for some reason decided to go to Night City for a 30 day vacation.

This is my entry for Lizzie's CP2077 Prompt Event.

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never mind the rocket launcher, talking 'bout a tune

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30421464

Relationship:

Kerry Eurodyne/V

Characters:

Kerry Eurodyne

V (Cyberpunk 2077)

Male V

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And we have our first prompt fill in the #MoxWrites2077 tag!

Hell yea! Everyone should go check this out and give @nereol​​ some love!

Cyberpunk 2077 Prompt Event (1/30)

Okay, it's 1 am (in Germany) so I'm allowed to post this now!

This challenge will be a lot more drabbles and creative writing and mostly different from what I usually write. But I'm sure some of these will be inspiration for some 'real' fics in the future.

As usual you can read this on AO3.

Daily Prompt: April 1 - song - Dear Future Self (Hands Up) - Fall Out Boy

Technical Prompt: 13. Write the prompt in the style of a love letter

I just went with some lyrics (Dear future self, I hope it's going well) for this and not at all with the vibe of this song.

Dear future self, I hope it's going well. When you read this. If you read this. If you're reading this, you've managed to turn 28. And if not. I think 27 is a good age to die as a legend. But we don't need to talk about "if not" because then you're not reading this.

Dear future self, I hope it's going well. When you read this, you have made it. You have managed to survive. I hope when you read this that you really made it. That you have found a solution. That you both have found a solution.

Dear future self, I hope it's going well. I hope you have, we have, you both have, found a solution. I hope it's a solution you're happy with. I, you, we, you both have suffered enough. I, you, we, you both deserve to be happy. You - you and him.

Dear future self, I hope it's going well. I hope you have found a solution not only for yourself. I hope you have found a solution for him as well. I hope you celebrated your, my birthday together. The 28th. I hope you can celebrate his birthday together. How to count exactly?

Dear future self, dear future Johnny, I hope it's going well. I hope you have the life you deserve. I hope you have the life you want. I hope you are a little less stubborn and a little more honest. I hope you are honest with each other.

Dear future self, dear future Johnny, I hope you are honest with each other. I hope that when you read this, you will finally be honest with each other. And honest with yourselves. If not: Johnny, I love you.

Val

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A bit of context for this: About love, there are two quotes that I relate to Val a lot: "Something I never say. Like I love you." - Jessica Jones "When love's a word you've never learned." - Avril Lavigne

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I haven't decided on an ending for Val and this au/timeline yet. But when I wrote this, I thought of what would be at the Temperance Ending.

When Johnny finds this letter of which he knows nothing, cause Val wrote it after she took omega blockers. Or maybe it's not a letter but an email that Val timed to her birthday, October 12 (like canon).

And Johnny reads the letter and it hurts enough that Val will never read it. And then it's not just "dear future self", it's "dear future Johnny" as well.

And even if they confessed to each other about their feelings - I guess at the latest in cyberspace, when they parted, they will have done so.

But now Johnny reads those three words and realizes how long ago she wrote that. How early she was actually aware of her feelings. How much time they could have had together if they had been less stubborn and more honest. How they could have used and could have relished their last time together.

Such a great song for this prompt and so much angst now. Sorry.

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Day 15 #MoxWrites2077 || CP2077 Prompt Event

Today’s Prompt is: Day  15 - dialogue - “Here. See/feel how much I want you.”

Today is the official halfway mark! Go team! 

Check out the collection of works at:

AO3 Collection

and a few people are posting on Tumblr only!

So make sure to check and use the #MoxWrites2077 tag so you can look for other people’s work and we can share your work!

Hi! This event has taken a good bit of work, so if you'd like to show some appreciation, or just buy us a coffee to enjoy, you can do so here: https://ko-fi.com/ryynstrange