9 Works in Quentin Coldwater/James
Quentin stares at the flier. “Uh, James. This place is called Cocktales. It’s a gay club—”
“Well, yeah,” James says, not without a note of defensiveness in his voice. Which—James came out like—last week. And only to Quentin, as far as Quentin knows. And Quentin had sort of—led him there. Like, he’d had to tell James he wasn’t straight while they were in the shower together.
“You want to go to a gay club and enter a wet t-shirt contest—”
“You can enter it, too. I could loan you a t-shirt. I mean.” James pauses. “Maybe you could wear one of Julia’s shirts. She’s got like—some oversized shirts, right?”
“What the fuck? Why am I wearing Julia’s shirt in this scenario? Why am I not wearing my very own fucking t-shirt that I have on right now?”
“Your t-shirt is black. All of your t-shirts are black. Or very, very dark gray.”
- Part 3 of the Quames agenda
Fandoms: The Magicians (TV)
30 Dec 2020
Quentin shook out the tension in his hands. He didn’t understand why it wasn’t getting any easier. For days on end he’d been trying to perfect the illumination spell the rest of his fellow First Years had nailed in a matter of hours. But no matter how he tried, Quentin couldn’t seem to make anything more than a spark.
He didn’t know what was worse: that his discipline was apparently shit at magic, or that he’d been placed in the Physical Kids’ Cottage with his ex-whatever-the-hell-they’d-been-in-undergrad because the administration didn’t know what else to do with him. He couldn’t do shit about the latter, but he figured he could at least try and get the basics of magic down before Dean Fogg realized what a grave mistake he’d made in allowing Quentin into Brakebills to begin with.
The one where Quentin and Eliot are exes who had an intense D/s relationship in undergrad.
Fandoms: The Magicians (TV), The Magicians - Lev Grossman, Other fandom influences:, Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 Nov 2020
COMPLETE. Comments are love.
After the events at Blackspire, Quentin and Eliot settle down together in Manhattan, eventually joined by most of their friends. No external crises on the horizon (or are there...?), no longer in school; they're left with a lot of money and time to explore who they are, what they want, and what they still need to work through--both as a couple and individually.
Along the way: travel, fine dining and wining, kink, friendship, parties, hedonism, friction, self discovery, a mystery or two, and--of course--magic.
This work continues the series For Want of a Nail, an AU serial novel where the Library doesn't succeed in siphoning off magic, and every major character escapes from Blackspire intact. (Including the Monster, but never mind that right now...)
Chapter one picks up a few weeks after Quentin and Eliot's return to New York from New Jersey in Familiarity.
- Part 4 of For Want of a Nail
“Be my guest,” Quentin says. He wants to press his face into his pillow, but he’s a grown-ass man, and he can face a—a—lover. A lover? A fuck buddy. Best friend with deepthroating benefits. (And of course James can take Quentin’s dick all the way to the back of his throat with ease. He’s just average, not big. Like James.)
Eliot clears his throat.
“Nothing,” Eliot says. He’s really not going to sink to this particular low. It would be impossible to explain that he’s not insecure; he’s just curious.
“It’s not nothing,” Quentin snarks, a cheeky little grin appearing on his face.
Eliot kisses his dimple. “It definitely is.”
“Look,” Quentin says, starting to laugh. “You’re not the only person in the world with a big dick—”
“That’s not what I was going to—”
“You didn’t invent big dicks, Eliot.”
“Oh my God. I wasn’t going to—”
“You have nothing to worry about. James isn’t in Fillory. So you’ve got the biggest cock of anyone in Fillory that I’ve fucked.”
Eliot scoffs. “I wasn’t going to ask about your sports-econ boyfriend’s dick.”
Don't let the summary fool you. This is tender AF.
- Part 2 of the Quames agenda
But his hindbrain takes over when he watches James chug white Gatorade, drops of it dribbling over his sharp jawline and down over his pecs. Quentin has imagined more than once being that drop of Gatorade. Or just—licking it off of him, sweet mixed with salty sweat, his tongue exploring the deep V that leads to the line of his cock.
Quentin guesses this is why people use the word ‘thirsty’ to describe the visceral sensation of lust. Because he actually wants to drink James. Every time he looks at James doing bro stuff—like just hanging on his fucking pull up bar, lifting weights in the hallway, folding his dumb basketball shorts—Quentin is parched.
“It’s like you were living in a gay Budweiser commercial," Eliot says. "I call bullshit on this whole fucking thing. He absolutely did not pour water on his face or spill white Gatorade all over his abs.”
“It was his chest, but. Like, you met James that one time—he’s real. And it did happen.”
- Part 1 of the Quames agenda
“What’s better than coaxing an ornery, twitchy boy into bed?” Margo asked.
“Coaxing his roommate into my bed,” Kady said.
“Point, Kady,” Margo said.
“I’m not doing it. I need a job. Not a Quentin. I can’t afford to take anyone out. And he said no. I’m going to be waiting tables in Jersey or—”
“Working on a goat farm. I know,” Margo said. “I know you love goats. And drama. It makes sense.” Eliot hated goats. Their eyes. They'd seen things.
Kady put her beer down with a thunk. “I’ll waive your rent for October.”
“You’ll what now?”
“I’ll pay for your date. Waive your rent. Just get Quentin to go to grad school prom with you so Julia will go with me.”
“Jesus, Kady,” Margo drawled. “What’s this girl’s deal? Does her pussy taste like cotton candy?”
Kady groaned. “I wouldn’t know.”
Fandoms: The Magicians (TV)
31 Jul 2019
Ugh class had been awful. He just wanted to go to his room and lie down before whatever party Eliot and Margo inevitably threw.
Of course Todd was there when he walked into the cottage. Not that he disliked Todd really, but seeing anyone was going to not be what he wanted.
"Quentin! Are you going?" Todd asked rather excitedly.
"Oh um hey Todd. Going to what?"
"The homecoming dance of course, silly! It's not mandatory, but first years are encouraged to go. The administration thinks it's a good way for first years to socialize with everyone else. So are you going? You have to!"
"Oh um I hadn't thought about it." Which was true. He hadn't. He remembered Julia saying something about how he should find a date and a tux so they could double with her and Kady. He'd honestly rather stay in his room and read Fillory again. Julia was probably going to get mad at him for not doing more first year events. What was one night, he figured? "But I guess yeah I'll go."
That answer made Todd smile, "Great! You have a date yet because I have this friend?"
So here he was on his fire escape with a cigarette and a cocktail watching the smoke float through the air.
He was just about to go back and make another appearance as host when he heard someone climb out the window.
Well maybe they wouldn't want to talk he hoped and they would leave him be.
This is a little canon-compliant story about Quentin and Julia in high school long before Brakebills. There are hints of magic from both Jules and Quentin. Q discovers he's bisexual and it makes high school so much worse.