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    Quentin scours books all day and all night, reading until the words no longer make sense. He catches two fitful hours of sleep on the sofa, and when he can’t sleep anymore he throws his tired bones into the shower, curls in on himself with a sob catching in his throat, covering his mouth so that Julia won’t hear.

    He touches himself and thinks of Eliot’s skin.

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    25 Feb 2021

  2. Public Bookmark 49

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    “You know the worst part of getting exactly what you want? When you realize that only a fucking asshole would have wanted it in the first place."

    (Or: On the West Coast, Quentin tries to figure it out.)

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    16 Feb 2021

  3. Public Bookmark 28

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    Eliot slams the flyer down on the table. “Fillory has an entire festival dedicated to fucking and I had no idea it existed? What the fuck, Margo?”

    “It’s not dedicated to fucking,” Fen breaks in. “And it only happens every few years, because it’s dedicated to finding your soulmate.” She smiles brightly, her eyes sparkling as she sighs. “They only put ‘fucking’ in the title to get everyone’s attention. And because of all the brothels that are set up on the festival site.”

    “Finding your soulmate?” Quentin breaks in. Eliot’s eyes cut over to him, a soft smile automatically forming on his face as he takes in Quentin’s crooked crown, and his soft brown eyes that are focused on Fen. “Like, a real ‘only one in the entire world for me’ soulmate?”

    “Mmhmm,” Fen says, nodding. “Do they not have soulmates on Earth?”

    “Only in Disney movies,” Margo says, sitting down in her chair. “And the best fanfiction ever written.”

    Soulmates: Fillorian Style

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    15 Feb 2021

  4. Public Bookmark 17

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    It's Valentine's Day and Quentin and Eliot are "taking it slow." Sort of.

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    15 Feb 2021

  5. Public Bookmark 36

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    “El—I don’t think you should touch it—” Quentin draws in a breath, and the fragrance fills his senses. Not a false fragrance like perfume, but sweet like syrup on pancakes or—he takes in another breath. Whatever it is diffuses through him, fizzier and lighter than the champagne, fuzzy warmth spreading through his nerves, his cells lit from within. When his hand glances against Eliot’s knee, a jolt hits him, like a zap of static electricity running up his arm, turning to flame inside. He can smell Eliot, the scent of his cologne spicy and masculine, mixing with the sweet, burnt sugar scent of the pollen.

    “You—do you feel that?” Eliot’s knuckles brush against his and Quentin whimpers at the touch, the hair on his arm standing on end.

    “Yeah—oh.” Quentin gasps. He blinks at the shimmering air. It makes everything look like a misty fairytale, and when he glances at Eliot again, a shockwave rolls through him, the muscles in his abdomen clenching, threads of need rolling up and weaving together inside him, swirling in the pit of his stomach. Eliot is—God, he’s exquisite. Quentin wants to worship him—fuck, he was meant to—to fall at his feet, to offer himself, mouth open, to serve him, give him pleasure.

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    14 Feb 2021

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