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New energy surged through Quentin’s veins.
Magic. And yeah, it was magic, but it was so much more than that—it was power. Knowledge, the likes of which he’d never begin to understand as a human, was searing through him, flaring up in his eyes and on his skin. He looked down at his hands, at the blue flames that licked over them, up his wrist and disappearing into the sleeve of his hoodie.
This was him. This is me. Magic and strength and life and death were inside of him, to do with as he wished. As he wanted.
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Instead of casting a mending spell in the Seam, Quentin casts another spell that impacts him in a different way.
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Quentin rarely tells the whole story when he writes home about his fosterage. Once he gets a phone and friends to text with, his storytelling flair grows exponentially.
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Quentin and his daemon save themselves, and as soon as they're strong enough, they run far, far away from everyone they once called friends. They believe they're unwelcome, and are too hurt and angry to want a welcome anyway. So they plan to vanish and start again, alone but for each other, convinced they can rely on no one else.
But it turns out running away is never that simple.
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- Part 7 of Pan's Daemon AUs
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Simple post season four but everybody lives fic. Q, Eliot and Alice are at Brakebills and sort out some personal stuff.
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"Or I could try writing a romance novel," Quentin said without thinking.
That one made Eliot laugh. Hard. "A Quentin Coldwaterian bodice ripper!" His crow's feet crinkled with a wide, brilliant smile. "Well, now, that I would read."
"No, you wouldn't."
"Oh, to be clear—my curiosity would be an entirely morbid one, like the urge to rubberneck, or watch a snuff film. A literary call of the void, if you will." He lifted more noodles high in the air and slurped them down, still grinning. "But hey, at least it'd be interesting, right?"
—A year after professional disappointment rocked his sense of purpose, acclaimed literary fiction author Quentin Coldwater finds desperate times may call for drastic measures.
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“Just relax, bedbug.” Eliot reminds. As much as Quentin loves a cuddle, often he’s the one who ends up squirmy and hard long before Eliot is. Everything still feels so new, even three years later. It’s why Eliot calls him bedbug, he’s always rooting out new places to stick his cold hands inside Eliot’s bedclothes in the dark. “That’s not happening tonight.”
“That’s good. My brain is barely solid matter.” Quentin moans, looking up from the vicinity of Eliot’s chest but his neck feels floppy like a baby’s. So he gives up. Eliot rubs his chin against the top of Quentin’s head, with a soothing shush. The open neck of Eliot’s crisp white shirt is as tempting a burrow as any Quentin’s ever seen. “You’re so kind, El.” Quentin whispers into Eliot’s chest, nose a scant inch under the edge of Eliot’s shirt now, nice and warm.
“No, I’m the mean, demanding man who puts you over my knee.” Eliot reminds softly.
“Oh, that would feel good.” Quentin’s hands flex against Eliot’s forearms with a wiggle.
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- Part 2 of The Other Side
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where the lost get found in the crown of the circus king by RedBlazer
Fandoms: The Magicians (TV)
30 Jan 2022
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When he thinks about it later, millions of miles down the road, Quentin can almost picture the golden line of his fate taking an abrupt 180 degree turn in the opposite direction away from a life of quiet normality. A wife and a child. He would have run a small shop in an even smaller town. Selling toys and penny candy like his father before him. A good life. A small life.
But then Quentin went and joined the circus.
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- Part 1 of The Other Side
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Quentin isn't the type of person who propositions people he just met. And yet, the day he finds out that magic is real, he does exactly that- and is somehow successful. If only Eliot would finally take him up to his room.
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Eliot Waugh was not always the spectacular second year student Quentin had the good fortune to meet on his first day at Brakebills. “Self-made” for better or worse, fits Eliot to the T, and the beginning of everything he was and became, started in Indiana.
It started with the new girl.
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Heavy are the Heads that Wear the Crowns (working title) by coldfiredragon
Fandoms: The Magicians (TV)
29 Oct 2021
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When life as royalty starts to become overwhelming the relationship between Quentin and Eliot deepens when Eliot asks to be allowed to wear a collar.
(This can be read as a stand-alone, but is technically 'Shoulder to Shoulder With You' compliant)
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- Part 4 of Shoulder to Shoulder
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Quentin has a problem, and he only has himself to blame- no, that’s not true. It’s partly Eliot’s fault for being stupidly well-endowed, and it’s mainly Penny’s fault for being an insufferable prick who loves making him miserable. And the evening had started so well.
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The one where Quentin brags about things he didn’t do, it bites him (metaphorically) in the ass, and he still gets a damn good night out of it.
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“I think I’ve waited long enough to meet Eliot,” his dad says, and Quentin can already feel himself caving. He’s run out of excuses, and he can sense it, his dad’s going to bring out the big guns— “and we don’t know how long until the cancer comes back, and I just want—”
There it is. Ted knocks through the last barrier he has in his defenses, and Quentin folds, just like that cheap-ass card table Eliot was using as a bar until he slammed one too many shot glasses down on it.
“Okay!” Fuck. Goddammit shit fuck fuck fuck. “Okay. I’ll bring him. For a visit.”
“Really? Fantastic. For your birthday next weekend? I can cook. Or order in. Your favorite. Whatever you want! You can spend the weekend?”
“Sure!” Why the fuck not? I’d love to spend my birthday fake-dating the man I’m in love with, who is most definitely not in love with me, so my dad can die peacefully, assured his son won’t spend the rest of his life with only his Fillory books, Star Wars action figures, and anatomically correct blow-up dolls for company.
Post S3 AU. No monster. The only disasters here are bisexual ones. Post-mosaic fake-dating shenanigans.
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“Holy shit,” Julia says. She lets her bag drop to the floor, her eyes wide as she walks around the statue. “Q, this is amazing. I knew you had talent from the stuff you made at Columbia, but this—wow.”
“Thanks,” Quentin says tightly. He looks over the sculpture, trying to imagine seeing it with Julia’s eyes. All he sees are the imperfections—the cracks in the clay that he needs to fill, the indentations of his fingers he needs to smooth out, or the malformed spots he needs to revisit. But when he strips all that away and imagines that someone else made it, that a stranger’s hands spent so many hours recreating the love of his life—he can admit it’s the best thing he’s ever made.
“Who is he?” Julia asks. “I don’t think I’ve met him. Pretty sure I would remember.”
“You remember a couple of months ago, I told you I kept dreaming about a guy?”
“Yeah? He’s—” She looks at the sculpture, and then back to Quentin. “No way. He’s real? You met him?” Her eyes are wide, a smile starting to form on her face.
“Not exactly,” Quentin says.
A Queliot fanfiction, with a Pygmalion twist.
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- Part 2 of Soulmates, Bitches!
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“I told you,” she says, her eyes fluttering shut as she grinds down, “I’m bored. And I can touch you. You’re the only thing I can touch. That I can use. To alleviate the—boredom.” Her hips keep moving as she speaks, each sentence punctuated with a gasp and a moan. “Mmm, and other things,” she says, sighing.
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Whatever Happens in Atlantic City... (that's how it goes, right?) by Rubick for FillorianHighKink
Fandoms: The Magicians (TV)
17 Apr 2021
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“Tell you what,” Eliot says with a smile that sends a shiver down Quentin’s spine. “I’ll go jet skiing. If you agree to go out dancing tomorrow night.”
Quentin frowns, looking down. “Why do you want me to go out dancing? You know I’m—”
Now Eliot is the one rolling his eyes. “So you’ve said. ‘A horrible dancer.’”
He takes a step closer, and Quentin forces himself to stay in place, even as his heart picks up speed and his eyes flicker up to Eliot’s chest.
“I want to go out dancing and I want you to come with me. And I want you,” Eliot says, and Quentin’s eyes snap up to his face. He’s staring down at Quentin, his eyes a darker shade of amber as his mouth pulls up into a smile that Quentin instantly remembers from many dark nights at the mosaic. “To dance with me. Deal?”
Quentin holds his breath as he stares back, his mind reeling with Is this a date? Is he asking me on a date? Of course not, don’t be— “Yes,” he finally chokes out. “I’ll go dancing. If you go out on a jet ski with me.”
Eliot takes a step back, becoming more relaxed. “Deal,” he says. “Now let’s pack up our shit and go rent a jet ski.”
The gang goes on vacation. They deserve one, don’t they?
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Who's to say this can't be the next quest giver? After everything in Fillory, Earth now barely scratches the surface of the imagination. In the final weeks of summer leading up to a new semester at Brakebills, Quentin discovers Eliot's newest obsession is still somehow linked to cock, and he's pushed to reveal something about himself that he would have preferred to keep secret.
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The time it took to arrive at the hospital, and talk to the receptionist, and the walk to Ted’s room, all felt longer than the flight. Quentin and Eliot return to New York in order to be with Ted during the last stage of his illness. Quentin needs a lot of support, and Eliot and Julia are there for him.
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- Part 2 of tender and brave AU
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After Quentin breaks up with Alice, Eliot is convinced Quentin needs a new girl, stat.
Quentin is in love with Eliot and is convinced he can only pine after his best friend from afar.
Margo is convinced they’re both idiots and that she’s better off helping Quentin seduce Eliot than waiting for them to help their own sorry asses.
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“Bitch, we are your campus tour,” Margo announces with finality. For a second Quentin's hackles go up, but then – that's not really an insult when another omega says it, right? It seems like in – movies or whatever, omega friends call each other that all the time. Quentin wouldn't know, he's never had an omega friend, and the idea that Margo, with her perfect hair and her fancy eye makeup and her swaying stride in thigh-high boots, could even theoretically be his first kind of beggars belief. It's not like hey, you've been accepted to the magic school you never applied to levels of improbable, but it's – like, whatever's right below that, basically.
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“You’re trying to do that thing to me.”
“What thing?”
“That thing where you say you’re a bad kisser so that I want to find out—or so that I do find out. It’s like when college girls say they have nipple rings.”
“I don’t know,” said Quentin—not no, and also not I don’t know what you’re talking about. He lolled his head back again, looking at the ceiling so that he didn’t have to see the expression on Eliot’s face as he asked, “Do you?”
“Do I what—want to find out?”
Or: A handful of weeks into Quentin's first semester at Brakebills, a bit of frantic, power-play making out was inevitable.