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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077 (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Judy Alvarez/V
Characters: Judy Alvarez, V (Cyberpunk 2077), Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: (my V is very different from canon thus OC tag), Judy is not escaping the autistic gay mess allegations, Canon-Typical Violence, Internalized Acephobia, but just a little bit
Summary:
Judy is 16 years old, with the biggest gayest crush on the most popular girl in her suburb high school.
Years later they meet again, and all the feelings come back.
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A short chapter from my nanowrimo project HEXEMASKINER, about transgender butches piloting haunted mechs, and the importance of building society around the worship of goth femmes.
Please be nice, the chapter is entirely unedited.
On the most fundamental level, magnetized target fusion (MTF) reactors work by fusing hydrogen and deuterium inside a chamber filled with liquid metal spun at high speed. The energy released by the fusing of atoms pushes the liquid metal into crevices which drives turbines that create electricity, some of which is used to power the next fusion.
If the inner wall of an MTF reactor is breached, that is in theory it. The metal leaks out, electricity stops being produced, the fusion cycle can't continue. This is generally regarded as a safety feature, preventing the reactor from going critical due to the limited scope of each individual fusion.
However, certain models, such as the one mounted inside most M88 Polks, as well as the XVX013 prototype, are able to spin the fusion chamber at such high speeds that gravity, and the chamber's magnetized interior, can keep the metal in place to keep cycling.
Getting the reactor into such a state is no trivial task. It requires bypassing several safety restrictions, and using systems in a way they were never intended. Not a lot of pilots had the technical knowhow and familiarity with their own armor to deliberately trigger it, but XVX013 is one of them.
She's working with her eyes closed, swimming around her armor's flooded cockpit, performing field repairs and injecting herself with horrifying amounts of psychoactive substances to work as fast as she needs to.
Finally, her heartbeat returns.
Dun-dun dudun du-dun dun dudun.
The trinity has been completed. Man, machine and monster rise together from the lakes surface.
She's not angry, she's not in pain.
She
Is
Hungry.
Noticing a ping on their scanners, one of the junior mechs who accompanied b14w walks to the waters edge. Figuring its just the death rattle of the rebels comedic attempt at armor, it doesn't have its guards raised.
Next thing it knows, a pair of huge glowing yellow eyes looks up at it. Then a skeletal, metal arm grabs its leg and pulls it into the water.
The pilot panic, firing wildly with every weapon they've got and engaging thrusters in any direction it can.
But it is in the monsters domain now. And the monster has laid hungry for centuries.
The pilot drowns, the sound of their pleas for help echoing out across all available channels.
The other junior pilot, clearly on edge, moves towards the water's edge. They're ready to fire at a moment's notice.
But that is more time than they get.
The witch drive engages. It too is a fusion of flesh, steel, and magic.
Water burst upwards, and the armor is knocked on its back. A hungry machine lands on top of it and begins tearing at its armored cockpit with bare claws.
"Let me in. Let me in. Let me in. Let me in." The message plays on repeat until the pilot's signal goes dark.
The runes surrounding the witch drive spin, then come to a stop midair, giving the monster a name: αΎααα΄α΄ααΎ.
NΓΈkken.
Using her self-repair protocol, NΓΈkken cannibalizes parts from the two wrecked armors; first closing the hole in her reactor, then securing her legs.
In the meantime, Grace Claymoore has gotten b14w to return to consciousness. After being informed the rookies has dealt with nc256, it has gone to finish the mission it was sent for: butchering the rebels that have been infected the Caersgarden colony.
Like the marines and MPs in the field, it hears the juniors cries for help and feels a chill run down its spine. nc256 was smarter than the devil and faster than death, two rookies would not be the death of it.
Quick, tense words are exchanged between b14w and Grace Claymoore.
A field armament change is performed by engineers from the peacekeeping initiative. b14w loses its empty missile pods, and gains the mass driver from the pilot who ejected. Nobody knows where the pilot himself went, he will be caught and lectured later.
The marines are too good to let the screeching of lobotomites get in the way of their missions. A fight almost breaks out between them, and the MPs who want to set up a killbox.
Icy lake water, starts flooding the streets of Plumhill space harbor.
A thick mist rolls over the town. And in the center of it, a pair of yellow eyes, big as dinner plates, glowing like floodlights.
A thundering, scratchy voice echoes. "Eric Blackwood, son of Jeremiah. The hours has come and the lake is owed."
b14w staggers involuntarily. How does nc256 know the name of its dad? It doesn't even remember his face.
A figure emerges from the mist. The owner of the vast yellow eyes. It's a skeletal figure covered in seaweed like a mane of wet hair; an unarmored mech, with a hole in its abdomen that's been crudely welded shut with armor from another unit.
It drags the bottom rail of a heavy SK rifle along the ground like a sword, sharpening it on the pavement as it walks.
"Eric Blackwood, son of Jeremiah. I am death and I am vengeance."
A few of the marines snicker at the line. b14w is too busy taking aim with the mass driver, it knows instinctively it only gets the one shot.
The waters rise from knee to chest height, then gather around NΓΈkken. The mist envelops its improvised weapon as it lifts it to strike.
b14w never gets to take the shot. The mass driver malfunctions, the controls aren't responding.
And in a spray of water and ion thrusters. XVX013 NΓΈkken appears right before it, severing all its remaining weapons with a single circular strike, before turning the sword back around and splitting the mech β pilot and all β along the vertical axis.
Everyone who witness it, will later swear they heard a seductive harp play a haunting tune somewhere in the distance.
Context: nc256 (it/its) and 92c (she/her) are both mech pilot on a mission that has gone horribly wrong, and now one of them will have to sacrifice themself so the other can escape.
It's also been established that 92c keeps sending nc256 deeply inappropriate memes which she knows makes it uncomfortable.
(content warning for discussions of suicide)
Both of them knew how this ended, only question was which one got to be the hero, and in that regards nc256 had a head start.
They smacked their cockpits together, and lifted the outer shell so they could look at each other through layers of armored glass.
92c wasn't beautiful, you didn't get to be beautiful in this line of work. More than anything she looked like a feral cat someone had hosed down with industrial sewage; but as far as nc256 was concerned she was the prettiest feral cat to ever be hosed down with sewage.
nc256 saw her reach into the overhead compartment of her cockpit, pull out a notebook, and frantically scribble something on a page which she the pressed against the glass.
"Don't even try it, I got here first."
Taking a moment to soak in the rare earnestness from its' second, nc256 then grabbed its own notebook and responded.
"Hey girl, is your name suicide? Cause you're all that I think about."
Because of the oxygen mask covering the lower half of both their faces, nc256 couldn't see her smile. But it knew she was, even with the tear running down her cheek.
She nodded in defeat, then put her notebook up to the glass once again.
"I β‘ you."
One of them had to say it eventually.
Hearing the telltale hiss of 92c ejecting behind it, nc256 charged forward, thrusters set to max and firing everything it had left to fire.
Chapter 9 - With time, a cage will feel like a home
Her excitement was shortlived, as she spotted a familiar figure cloaked in shadow by the entrance to the bar she had just left.
"I had everything under control." Caitlyn said with an indignant glare.
"I know Cait," Vi's face turned red as the roots of her hair, "I wanted to see you."
Caitlyn smirked. "Don't start getting soft with me now." She thought there needed to be some law against Vi being this cute, at least when they had work to do.
Vi's blush turned to a lecherous grin β much better. "Believe me Princess, I'm never soft when you're around."
No regrets, no what-could-have-been.
They surged forward, kissed, laughed, then were broken apart by the stern face of assessor Tagra.
They didn't talk about it for the rest of the day, but kept sneaking glances at each other any chance they got, then quickly looking away again before anyone could notice.
In the evening, Filipa moved her sleeping bag next to Gert's, and nobody told her to leave.
Ya girl is back to writing! Well she never stopped, she just got stuck rewriting a trio of chapters over and over again.
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Chapter 7 - When has anything worth doing ever been pretty?
In this chapter: Ambessa tries to find Vi a wife (it goes poorly), Vi tries to reconnect with Ekko (it goes poorly), Caitlyn tries to make Vi open up (against all odds, it goes great)
Suddenly, Vi got up from her spot on the floor. Bleary eyed and semi conscious, she walked over to Caitlyn and unceremoniously dumped the blanket on top of her.
"I couldn't possibly-" Caitlyn sputtered, but Vi was already curled back up in her corner.
Now that she had something to keep her warm, Caitlyn took off her own jacket, folding it up the same way Vi had, and used it to protect her face against the couch's scratchy fabric.
She lay down, closed her eyes, and had just enough time to notice that the blanket smelled like Vi, before she fell asleep.
"Would you mind if me and Vi were to have a private outing today? Of the sort that won't see me returning to the house before tomorrow?" The plan was already in place, but Caitlyn would rather do it with something resembling permission.
Cassandra put down her cup and morning newspaper and looked very seriously at Caitlyn. "Will I need to worry about getting grandchildren before getting to see you married?"
"What? Mother, no, absolutely not!"
Cassandra smiled. "Then you have me and your dad's permission to do as you please so long as you're accompanied by Vi."
Caitlyn's foot slipped against Vi's leg. Figuring it was just an accident as the femme subtly stretched without her heels, she didn't react; kept her face hardened like she was standing watch outside Ambessa's tent when she was touring the countryside.
Then it happened again, more deliberately this time.
"I'm wearing plated steelcaps, are you sure you want to play that game in your new tights?"
Caitlyn batted her eyes "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about" she said, just as her leg touched the backside of Vi's knee.
"Captain, can you explain why you were able to recover Caitlyn Kiramman within a day while Piltover's finest struggled to find any trace of her for weeks?"
Mel was proud of Jayce, he stood firm against her mother's pet, grilling her from every angle without hesitation.
"All due respect, Councilor" Vi's attitude made it clear how much she thought that was, "this sounds like a question for your sheriff.
Chapter 2 of my "what if Ambessa raised Vi" AU is now up
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Ya girl is OUT of the angst mines, 35.6k words richer (poorer?).
Summary: After what Caitlyn did, Vi has fled Piltover, to where she's not sure, but she knows she has to build a new life for herself.
Back at home Caitlyn tries to pick up the pieces of her old life, remake it without Vi in it. But with their lives having become so entangled can one ever truly exist without the other?
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Amnesia fic writtens as part of City of Progress Secret Mongoose Gift Exchange for @seagreenwaves - thank you once again for all the effort you put into this community king β€οΈ
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Chapter 2 of WTAWTAW is up. Vi desperately wants things to go back to the way they were, no matter how much she has to twist or destroy herself to get there. Caitlyn wants to make amends for hurting Vi, even if she has to pull out the thumbscrews to do it.
A child in prison did not particularly bother Ambessa, she had seen children in worse places, but whether from boredom or fate she followed after to see the regretable end to the child's escape attempt.
A pair of enforcers stood ready at the elevator. Predictably the girl tried to weave between their legs, less predictably, when that failed she used her cuffs to bludgeon the enforcer trying to restrain her. Not the imprecise flailings of a scared child either, but the brutal strikes of a trained fighter.
Ambessa motioned for Rictus, who grappled the girl with a single unshakable arm.
"No! Get off! Powder! Powder!"
"Powder?" Ambessa smirked, brushing tussled hair out of the girl's eyes.
"She's my sister! I have to get to- I have to protect!" The girl ineffectually flailed against Rictus' grip, kicking against his breastplate with bare feet since she couldn't move her arms.
Ambessa waved the enforcers aside, who knew better than to bring up chain of command, and placed herself before the elevator door.
"Come on then, go through me, save your sister." Ambessa said, gestured for Rictus to release the girl, and entered a fighting stance.
No sooner had the girl hit the floor than she started charging. She swung at Ambessa with her improvised weapon and was thrown against the ground for her trouble.
The girl spat, got back up and tried again. Ambessa smiled as she slammed the girl's head against the wall, knowing what was about to happen next.
The girl got up again.
Ambessa picked her up and threw her down the hall.
She got up again.
Ambessa cracked her ribs underfoot.
The girl grabbed the dagger in Ambessa's boot and cut her.
Ambessa kicked her in the head.
The girl could barely stand, still she got up.
Ambessa kneeled down before. "You're never getting out of here, and even if you did, you wouldn't be able to save your sister." The girl screamed and swung at her, Ambessa grabbed the arm and twisted it.
"But I'll make you a deal Little Wolf"
Ambessa let go of the girl's arm, the girl remained standing, if only just.
"You serve me loyally for 10 years, no questions, no straying. And I'll bring you back here, strong enough to save your sister."
"10 years?" The girl said with wheezing breath.
"And not a moment more." Ambessa promised.
The girl staggered forward, reaching a hand towards her.
"No Little Wolf, like this." Ambessa said, and struck her closed hand against her chest.
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Toxic codependent caitvi! Come get your toxic codependent caitvi here! Caitlyn is flirting with fascism again and Vi is trying to eat her way to her heart through her pussy!
