... Brian counts love in the feel of soft wool under his fingers the same way Quentin does in the taste of plums on his tongue, because those counts come back to the same man, when all is said and done.
In which Brian and Nigel meet, fall in love, and have months together before the Monster shows up. Once his memories are back, Quentin faces the events of season 4 with a second layer of proof of concept lingering in his mind. It only makes the grief sharper, but can it also give him an anchor to hold onto? And what happens when the dust finally settles?
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18 Sep 2019
Quentin locks the phone and tosses it onto the bed, rolling over and smashing his face into a pillow. Today is his birthday, everyone he knows is off on a quest or literally on a different planet, and now something is probably definitely wrong, despite what Eliot's text may say.
"Ugh," he says into the pillow.
The pillow, thankfully, stays silent. So at least he doesn't have to deal with a haunted pillow today, Quentin thinks. Small mercies.
For his 27th birthday, Quentin Coldwater gets some disappointing news, quality phone sex, three sips of very good scotch, an orgasm, and a few surprises.
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07 Sep 2019
Fandoms: The Magicians (TV)
16 Aug 2019
Based the prompt:
my boss is always telling me how perfect her son would be for me and she promises he’s coming to the next holiday party and don’t worry he’s heard all about me too and ALSO + there’s this dude i slept with once a couple of months ago and sometimes he still sends me dick pics when i ask him to at 3 in the morning cause seriously dude’s got a good dick AU
Or, how Good Dick nearly ruined Quentin Coldwater's life.
"Arielle, in the end, flickers out."
Grief, healing and learning to hold onto each other, after. A 3x05 interlude.
"And since we're never going to see each other again, I'd appreciate it if you'd stop making me feel like shit, for once. Think of it as a going away present."
This stupid and immature outburst doesn't rile Eliot up, the way Quentin was maybe kind of hoping it would. Instead, his incredulous anger falls away instantly, leaving genuine bewilderment and a little bit of hurt in its wake.
"I'm - not trying to make you feel like shit," Eliot says slowly. "Why would you say that?"
Quentin scoffs, turning away from Eliot so he doesn't have to meet his eyes. "I get that you were miserable there, but I wasn't," he admits finally, furious at the burning in his own eyes. "And every time you say something about it, about how awful the whole thing was, it makes me feel - I mean, can't you hear the way it sounds, from my perspective?"
He turns around to see Eliot staring at him with his eyebrows scrunched up. "Complaining about the mosaic was like - our favorite pastime when we were trapped there," he says. "It's revisionist history to pretend we both had a jolly good time with that fucking puzzle."