13 Works by quiet (gingerpunches)
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All My Love to the Man in White by quiet (gingerpunches)
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
16 Oct 2025
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“I am guessing you have another invitation,” Viktor says softly. Jayce’s non-answer of shrugging his shoulders is enough of a confirmation for Viktor to continue. “The flowers did not work? Or the strongly worded letters?”
“Not even Mel is working with me on this. She says I have to go,” Jayce spits, “like I — like I’m expected to recite all our research on a coin flip. As if anyone there besides her will even understand it.”
He hides his eyes behind the cup of his hands, though Viktor knows he’s still staring down at their scattered notes for a distraction. Between vellum and coffee-stained sheafs of schematics is a familiar, albeit more elaborately decorated, square of near-black cardstock. Its gold filigree glitters in the frosted light coming in from the windows, yet it brings no warmth. No glee. No self-satisfaction at having caught it too late.
Viktor slides it out from between their notes with two fingers, leaving it on the tabletop for the both of them to read. Jayce’s name is prominent in thin, blocky text — another invitation, another offer for his time in exchange for a few hours of pretend in front of a flock that’s already made up its mind.
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Will Happen, Happening, Happened by quiet (gingerpunches)
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
04 Mar 2025
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“Then… I guess we’re…”
Jayce rolls his eyes around the room, but he doesn’t extract himself from Viktor’s arms. He does, however, lean his weight over him, pulling his elbows up so his arms frame Viktor’s body, big, warm hands scooping underneath Viktor’s shoulders to draw him close. His fingertips skate over the bolts in Viktor’s spine, counting them down to his tailbone before following them all the way up again.
“Somewhen,” Viktor says. “Another timeline. I, eh… might have talked myself into it.”
His dry tone draws Jayce’s expression into tight confusion. Only after staring into his eyes does realization dawn on him – he leans back just enough to peer out the window, looking for a hexgate he will not find along the climbing horizon of Piltover just outside.
“You met him, then. You, but not you.”
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The Charming Rogue and Hapless Hero by gingerpunches, quiet (gingerpunches)
Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
03 Feb 2025
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“Rook,” he says softly. He folds his arms alongside them, lifts one hand to stroke his thumb up the bridge of their nose. Their eyes have fallen closed again, but their ears perk, listening and leaning into his touch. They’re so tired, so defeated, yet they will persevere. Rook doesn’t know how to stop, and neither will he.
“My place is at your side,” he continues. “Right here. Not back in Treviso, ordering the Houses around, and certainly not making decisions that affect all Crows in Antiva. If that is what I have to choose – between you and First Talon – it will always be you.”
Ours. Ours. Always ours.
Yes. Finally. Ours, and nothing will tear Rook from either of them should they have the opportunity to.
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He starts up Project Wanderer on a whim. With no leads and the Institute already on their heels, he has no time, and really no place, to keep the damn project going. He’d hoped it’d bear fruit - or, at least, a walking, talking chance for the Railroad. He wasn’t prepared for the major amounts of cardio he would pick up after it panned out.
(Or the heartache. But he won’t talk about that)
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His first love had been nature.
His second, magic.
His third was a woman named Halla, and his fourth, a man named Samuel.
Others had filled the gaps. Small things bringing warm memories, and some smaller still inoculating him to the painful ones, too. And then there had been the towers, Khelben, the Shadowfell, the Grove...
And then, there had been more.
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Standing in the Long Shadow by quiet (gingerpunches)
Fandoms: Cyberpunk 2077 (Video Game)
09 Oct 2022
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"Really feel like I'm stepping in it every time I open my mouth with him," Kerry sighs. He gets up and circles the island, wrapping Kim up in a hug that she returns with warm hands around his forearms. "Thank you for being so well-adjusted despite the circumstances, kiddo."
Kim tilts her head into the kiss he presses into her hair. "No problem, dad. I dump all my deep dark thoughts into my dairy. It keeps me sane."
Kerry squeezes her tight before letting her go. "Right. Keep doing you, honey. You're alright."
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Bird Watching by gingerpunches, quiet (gingerpunches)
Fandoms: Cyberpunk 2077 (Video Game)
04 Oct 2022
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Kerry counts. The ways V smiles. His laughs, both quiet and boisterous. The freckles across his shoulders and the scars marring tender skin where gentle hands should create soothing memories instead. He counts the days they spend apart and the mornings V wakes coughing and the many sleepless nights he lies awake wondering if V is going to come back from what is thoroughly destroying him.
He counts. He waits. He wonders if he’s doing the right thing ticking down the moments they spend together like they’ll run out if he doesn’t watch them blow away like sand in the wind until one day —
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It had been easy to tease him. To lead him around and send him off with his prize, all without showing his own face. Vanya had worn a sour expression all the way back to Revenant's Toll, and G’raha had to keep in his laugh all the way up until his grand entrance to him and the Ironworks.
What an honor it had been. The Warrior of Light, slayer of eikons and victor over Gaius Baelsar and the Ultima Weapon. The Praetorium had hardly stopped smoking when they had met, Vanya’s skin still shimmering with aether dust, but here he was, in the flesh, offering his help to his long-time friend Cid Garlond in his search for answers to the past.
G’raha had always wondered what it would be like to stand next to a hero. If he’d feel nothing at all, or too much at once. The answer eluded him for so long right up until —
“You’re tall.”
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Breaking Horses by quiet (gingerpunches)
Fandoms: The Old Guard (Movie 2020), The Old Guard (Comics)
02 Dec 2020
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“We can help you,” Joe pleads. He is always so strong, so emotional. Nile has stopped unpacking, frozen where she’s sitting on the pristine, white couch of the sterile apartment Copley found for them on short notice. She’s staring at Joe as if seeing him for the first time, and honestly, she is. “Book — we can help you. Please, tell us, let us know what we can do —“
“No,” Booker says. He shakes his head. He’s looking between Joe and Nicky, at the space deliberately put between them, at the space he put there. “No, I can’t. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Mi amore,” Nicky tries, reaching out again to Joe. Andy can see the streaks of blood on his arms, his cheek, caking the back of his head. He’d been shot, Joe said. You shot Nicky. You shouldn’t have done that.
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To Love a Bard by quiet (gingerpunches)
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
07 Sep 2020
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“You couldn’t have known,” he says. He isn’t a hindrance. Not then and not now. Never a hindrance. He wants to say that, wants to reassure him, but all that comes out is — “Jaskier.”
Maybe just that name, that sweet nickname, is all that he needs to say. Since finding him under that cart, Jaskier looks the most like himself, even dressed in peasant’s clothes and with scrapes and bruises up his arms and palms. He smiles a crooked smile, one filled with that youthful spark Geralt is sure will never leave him no matter how old he gets. Geralt rests a palm on his knee, trying his best to convey the press of emotion he feels behind his teeth still going unsaid.
I’m sorry. Don’t go. Let me protect you. I love you. It hits him, then, what it all means, and he hopes to the gods Jaskier will one day understand.
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Or: Five times Geralt and Jaskier protect and care for each other, and one time they don't have to.
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- Part 2 of wildflowers
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To Observe a Witcher by quiet (gingerpunches)
Fandoms: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
28 May 2020
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It’s during an upbeat evening on his second night with a rowdy crowd that the unexpected happens. The door to the tavern bangs open, hitting the wall with a crack, and in staggers a sopping wet figure with two sword hilts poking over his shoulder and the head of a royal wyvern clutched in his fist.
“Killed your dragon,” the figure rasps, and if his silhouette in the doorway wasn’t enough to give him away, Jaskier would recognize that rough voice anywhere.
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Five times Jaskier observed a certain Witcher's senses in action, and one time his own were indulged.
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- Part 1 of wildflowers
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After by quiet (gingerpunches)
Fandoms: Mass Effect Trilogy, Mass Effect - All Media Types
07 Feb 2020
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Waiting was what they did. How they survived all of this - how they slogged through hour after torturous hour of radio silence. Shepard had always been the hero in the end, but every time he did, there had been a crew waiting to see if he’d survive.
They waited just like everyone else, waiting for him to come crawling back through that airlock come hell or high water. They picked him up when he fell, every single time. They put the pieces back where they belonged and pulled him forever higher, fearless and loyal, afraid not even of failure, for they knew what true failure was like.
He was failure, was death and uncertainty wrapped in one war-torn walking corpse. He had no right to earn that kind of respect, and yet every time he walked onto the bridge or passed through the mess, they smiled and nodded and said a quiet little Commander.
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Halcyon by quiet (gingerpunches)
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
13 Oct 2019
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She said he couldn’t. That no amount of time travel would change fate. That no matter how hard he tried, he’d only be left exhausted, alone, and an orphan.
He refuses.
He turns back time. He tries a third time. A fourth. He will not let this happen.
Sothis begs him to stop on the fifth. No. He will not let Solon get away with this. He will not let his father die. He will not watch as the sole reason for his existence peter away like so much rain into dry soil. He can’t, his heart screams, even as it lay unbeating. He can’t, he can’t, he can’t.