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    "Listen here you big slut," Margo had told him as she handed him his green juice. "I have a new assistant and he came at Josh's rec, of all fucking people, so I did not want to hire him, and more than that he could not be your type than if I made a blood sacrifice to conjure that up myself, but unfortunately he is super fucking competent, and kind of a bitch in the way I covet, so I had no choice. As a result, not under any circumstances do I permit you to fuck him."

    Unable to resist, Eliot had said, "Well, can he fuck me?"

    "I feel pretty confident in saying I don't think that would be as much of his thing, but no, you asshole."

    When Eliot first met Quentin, the second he had walked out of the room, Eliot had leaned over to Margo's ear and said, "I'm—not gonna fuck him but, uh wow, you weren't kidding."

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    19 Apr 2021

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    When El had asked him, Quentin had hesitated, because even at the tender age of fourteen, he’d been well aware of the way his heart and body reacted to Eliot’s very presence. He’d wondered, painfully often, what it would be like to place his hands along the expanse of Eliot’s ribs, how it would feel to press their lips together. And doing what they had done, binding themselves together forever more… it meant he’d never get to find out.
     
    (First, Eliot and Quentin end up together for the rest of their lives. Then, those lives get a lot more complicated.)

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    15 Mar 2021

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    Based on the news report,  it sounded as though Arthur had woken up in a lake, miraculously healed, with no realization that a significant amount of time - 1500 years, give or take a couple of decades -  and thrown himself and his sword at a car as soon as he’d seen one, likely believing it to be a monster of some kind. Entirely in character for his Arthur, all things considered. 

    If it’s really Arthur, a small, pessimistic voice in his head reminded him. It could just be a concussed, if well-equipped, LARPer or something, remember. Who happened to be swimming around in the lake you laid Arthur to rest in. That you've remained within an hour's walk of for the past 15 centuries or so. Waiting. A total coincidence. Don't get your hopes up.

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    19 Feb 2021

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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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    16 Feb 2021

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    “It's not a small detail, Wicker,” Eliot says, perhaps a little more sharply than necessary. “Whoever he thinks I am, I'm – clearly not. And he's not....”

    Damn. Eliot's throat won't quite let him vocalize the rest of the thought, and he resents that small weakness. This young man who lives with Julia now, he's not – he's not the Quentin Coldwater that Eliot carries. He shouldn't hold any power over Eliot at all.

    That's the theory, at least.

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    28 Jan 2021

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