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    Another Magnetic Fields songfic, song of the same title. Lyrics in italics.

    The gang tries to stop the Harmonic Convergence in Season 5 with one tiny difference - Quentin is with them.

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    15 Feb 2021

  2. Rec 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

  3. Rec 11

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    It’s a Friday night. Quentin’s showered, shaved and waiting for Margo to get back from dinner with her best friend. It’s his 30th birthday, and Quentin’s his gift.

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    08 Feb 2021

  4. Rec 46

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    When he stops to think about it, he doesn’t really think he's jealous, not of— not of the attention Eliot gets, anyway. Of his ease with magic, sure, maybe, but Eliot’s been at Brakebills two years longer than Quentin. It’d be weird if he wasn’t better at magic than Quentin. Jealous of Eliot’s comfort in himself, well— possibly. He’s always been a little jealous of anyone who seems at ease in their own skin, in a way Quentin doesn’t think he’ll ever be.

    But he’s not jealous of Eliot Waugh, ideal omega. That’s not something Quentin’s ever wanted to be.

    So why can’t he stop thinking about him?

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    21 Jan 2021

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    “If it stops being fun for you, darling, we’ll call it off,” Eliot said soothingly, on day one. “You have a safeword and you know how to use it.” He stroked his thumb down Quentin’s cheek. “I did wonder if this was going to be more than you could handle.”

    Okay, well, that wasn’t going to fucking stand. “I can handle it,” Quentin snapped. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

    “That’s right,” Eliot said. “We have to like it. You just have to be good."

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    13 Jan 2021