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A diplomatic mission to Loria calls the kings and queens of Fillory to head north. Quentin finds himself continually distracted and disarmed by Eliot, and they fall into an effortless ease Quentin has never experienced before.
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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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- Part 2 of help, i'm alive
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01 Apr 2025
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He had broken up with Alice because — it almost didn’t bear going into. He had broken up with Alice because he never should have gotten back with Alice; because they were different people who wanted different things in a way that had been easier to ignore when they were grad students wrestling with the same coursework; because he came back from the dead and the person on the other side of the faultline in his life seemed suddenly very far away; because Alice was always saying things like “Q, have you thought about seeing a therapist?” and “I’m worried about you, Q,” and “Quentin, I really think you should be talking to a professional,” and Quentin was always saying things like “I need to go to sleep,” and “I’m gonna get another beer,” and “Not to be an asshole, but can you like get off my fucking dick?”
But also, he had broken up with Alice because he had a sex dream about Eliot Waugh.
(Or: Quentin blows up his life, hops into a car with Julia, and flees the state. It's not exactly the fresh start he'd hoped for.)
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- Part 1 of help, i'm alive
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Take Me To Encanto Oculto by PotteredUp
Fandoms: The Magicians (TV), The Magicians - Lev Grossman
24 Oct 2020
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When Quentin returns from Brakebills South without a girlfriend, a pining Eliot makes a split second decision to invite him along on their annual trip to Ibiza. Taking your easily spooked crush to a magic sex festival is definitely a good idea when you’re convinced that he will never want you back.
Slow burn sexual tension and vacation hijinks from Eliot’s perspective, for anyone who needs more excuses to see these two finally get together. Bonus points if you were supposed to be relaxing on a beach right now.
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you're my horizon (you'll always be my sky) by hoko_onchi for mixtapestar
Fandoms: The Magicians (TV)
17 Apr 2021
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“The chicken salad is like—a sacrifice for the old gods?” Quentin grins. “You’re so full of shit.”
Something in Eliot’s chest cracks open, warmth spilling into his veins. Quentin’s dimples have to be illegal. “I assure you I am not. It’s vitally important to welcome the vernal equinox with aplomb. Honoring our ancient forebears.”
“Isn’t it, like, very Eurocentric? Like, Ostara is Norse. We talk about honoring Bacchus and, like, Iris. And it’s just not—” Quentin, infuriatingly, gives Eliot a mansplainy little shrug. “I mean, there are lots of rituals to honor spring. Multiculturally.”
Eliot sniffs. “This one has the best sexual rites, I assure you.”
“I dunno. I bet you could add the best, uh, sexual rites to whatever you put your mind to.” Quentin taps on his glass, his eyes darting away before he takes a sip. His eyes flutter shut in pleasure, and Eliot’s stomach, traitorous, flips over. A leftover emotion, surely, since Eliot is over all things Q. Well, mostly. It was just the one kiss, incandescent in his memory, like something within him had split open, new growth climbing through him where there had only been lifeless blankness before.
It hasn't been on Eliot's mind at all.