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Touch Me (1/1)
Eliot walks in on Quentin talking in his sleep and decides to take advantage of the situation.
Written for @sadlittlenerdking for @themagiciansreccenter‘s follower milestone giveaway. The prompt was for Eliot to walk in on Quentin while he’s having a sex dream, and then she asked me to involve Todd because of course she did. Enjoy!
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Pressing his lips together between his teeth to keep his moan in the back of his throat, Quentin pulled distractedly at the binds that held his arms around his back. He hadn’t expected them to give – Eliot knew his way around a knot, and the silk tie was the perfect combination of smooth material and firm pressure around his wrists.
It wasn’t as uncomfortable as the tightness in his jeans, which Eliot hadn’t let him remove or even unzip before he’d tied him to the chair beside the bed. He lifted his hips, seeking some kind of friction even if it was just against his own clothes, and then froze when Eliot lifted his head to stare him down. “I thought I told you to be still.”
Taking a deep breath to try and steady himself, Quentin nodded. “Right,” he murmured. “Sorry.”
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Okay so I was listening to some 90s/early 00s country music (as an aside, I adore country music so if you’re planning to leave hate just, y’know, DON’T) and all of a sudden I HAD to write this. Eliot grew up being forced to listen to country music on he farm, he also developed a habit of singing while he’s planting. Quentin finds this endlessly charming. They are adorable at each other (my jaaaaaaam). Life in a Day ‘verse. Pretty short, so not under a cut. (also go listen to the song mentioned at the end and drown in Queliot feels with me)
It’s replanting the garden that does it. Arielle had been the one taking care of it, but she’s been gone three years now. So, much like her husband and her son, Eliot knows it’s gonna be up to him to take care of her garden. Loathe as he is to remember the farm (and his memories of it are blessedly fuzzier every day), Eliot learned how to take a patch of dirt and make things grow. So he gets some seeds on the way back from taking Rupert to tree school and he begins to plant.
Eliot can’t help it; he spent too many years on that fucking farm and he’s got habits. When he’s planting, he likes to sing. As he grew and discovered Broadway cast recordings, it became musicals, but when he first started to help out it was all country music. That’s all anyone in his family listened to, save the occasional Southern rock album as his brothers grew older.
He doesn’t even consciously register he’s doing it until Quentin starts laughing.
“What?”
“What the hell was that?” Quentin asked between giggles (and they were giggles if anyone asked Eliot)
Eliot frowned. “What was what? Just do the Mosaic and let me work, Q.”
Quentin’s face fell instantly and Eliot immediately wanted to take back his words. He’d never liked that kicked puppy look on Quentin’s face and that was even before he got the chance to kiss Quentin’s face on a regular (and often very enthusiastic basis).
“You were singing and it was a funny song. Seriously, ‘prop me up beside the jukebox if I die’? Although that should really be when I die because everybody dies and- Eliot are you okay?”
Eliot wasn’t completely certain what expression his face was currently making, but it bet it looked like he’d just seen a centaur mounting a pixie: horrified and confused. “I was singing that?”
Quentin nodded, then tucked his hair back when it tumbled from behind his ear. “Yeah. I thought I’d misheard you, but you sang three verses and the chorus a bunch so I’m pretty sure those are the lyrics.”
“I am so sorry.”
Quentin laughed in his nervous way. “Why? I love your singing. I’ve been trying to place these tiles,” he waved on for emphasis, “quietly so I could hear you better. You’ve been singing since you started. This was just a really funny song.”
Eliot blinked. “All morning? Was it… was it all,” he could barely bite the words out, “country music?”
“I guess so,” Quentin said. “I didn’t know most of the songs though you did throw ‘Under Pressure’ in there, which was great.”
Answering Quentin’s smile with one of his own, Eliot asked, “Good to know I had some sense.”
Quentin nodded and didn’t bother tucking his hair back this time. “So, um, could you sing more?”
Eliot tilted his head and stared at his partner. He smiled and got up to sit near Quentin, pulling the other man into his arms. “They read you Cinderella/you hoped it would come true/that one day your Prince Charming,” Eliot gestured to himself and Quentin giggled, “would come rescue you/You like romantic movies/you never will forget/the way you felt when Romeo kissed Juliet.”
“Never liked Romeo and Juliet much.”
“I will tell John Michael Montgomery exactly that,” Eliot cooed as he went back to singing. “I can love you like that/I can make you my world-” He cut himself off when Quentin pulled away. “Q?”
Quentin was staring at Eliot. “Do you love me? That’s stupid; I know you love me. But, like, are you, um, in love with me?”
Eliot paused, he absolutely was but he’d long since learned his lesson about declaring feelings first.
But Quentin was looking at him like the world depended on the answer (and maybe it did, the world seemed prone to nearly ending on a pretty regular basis back in the timeline they came from).
“Yes, Quentin Coldwater. I am in love with you.” Eliot looked down and placed a couple tiles. “This shouldn’t be news.”
Quentin launched himself at Eliot, trying to kiss him and mostly missing as the momentum took them both to the ground.
“I am full on in love with you too.”
Eliot laughed. “I got that.” He kissed Quentin’s forehead. “I’m sure, if properly motivated, I could remember a whole more love songs.”
Quentin tilted his head back further to stare into Eliot’s eyes. “The kind of motivation best taken advantage of while the kid’s at school?”
“The very same.” Eliot was going to say something else seductive and charming, but Quentin was already scrambling to get them both into the cottage.
George Strait, Eliot thought as he was tugged along. Just want until I sing him some ‘I Cross My Heart’, Q ain’t gonna not what hit him.
Fic: ‘From My Hands’
First thing first… the song. ‘From My Hands’ by VNV NATION, my forever favorite artist for 10 years and running. —–>>> https://open.spotify.com/track/2A7EMQFfvXl7NTZYWg2u34
Listening to this will only make this fic worse, but I swear it’s a beautiful song!
Title: ‘From My Hands’
Fandom: The Magicians
Rating: T + the angst in this is real, not for the faint of heart, and depressing as all get out. Nobody dies, but no one is okay either.
Summary: When Quentin reveals his decision to incept the knight, and his agreement to take her place, it shatters his friendship with Eliot in ways he never predicted.
ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/tags/The%20Magicians%20(TV)/works
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we’ll make it i swear
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Quentin sat cross legged on the floor, the quest book and all their notes strewn across the varnished wood in a tight semi-circle in front of him.
Organised chaos…in its loosest terms.
He rested his chin on his clasped hands, staring at his hastily scrawled words until it all blurred together into a kaleidoscope of beige colours. Quentin sighed and scrubbed his hands down his face slowly.
The ship creaked as it banked gently and Quentin went back to staring at their notes until an answer magically popped out at him.
It could have been hours later when he heard someone clamber down the stairs. Quentin shook himself out of his self imposed trance and looked up to find Eliot lazily leaning against the curved wall at the bottom of the stairs.
“Any luck?” Eliot asked quietly.
Quentin groaned loudly in response ducking his head into his hands and letting his fingers dig into his scalp, tugging at strands of his oily hair. Eliot sighed to himself, a quiet exhale of breath that could barely be heard.
The quest was stalled and the frustration was beginning to build in all of them.
Quentin jerked in shock as Eliot clapped his hands together, the sound sharp and cutting through the quiet stillness of the cabin.
“Alright then my little bookworm, time for some vitamin D,” Eliot declared sauntering over to him with a hand outstretched. His fingers wiggled in front of Quentin, beckoning him up.
Quentin didn’t move though.
“I can’t, I have to- I have to,” he sighed tiredly as he limply picked up a few loose rough papers to illustrate the work he was doing.
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AO3: and it would all come down to this (three points where two lines met)
Author: oximore
Word Count: 15,331
Summary: Soulmarks AU where the first words the one you're soulbonded to are written on your skin.
Excerpt:
Eliot was a child when his soulmark appeared.
He remembered the wonder he felt when it happened, watching words emerged, circling around his right elbow like a ribbon. Or a like a snake, coiled around his skin. His parents weren't marked. It was not something rare or strange, marked people were usually somewhere between thirty-six and forty-five percent of the worldwide population in the last decades. In the past, over seventy percent of the world population carried a soulmark, but the rate had been going down over the last century, though no one knew how to explain it.
Eliot hadn’t known what it was when it appeared but he just found it beautiful. And even though the joy he felt that day did not last, he still cherished the memory.
Growing up somewhat drained the wonder. It was not like there was one precise moment when things stumbled and went down, it had been a muddier process. Being a gay kid in a small farmer town in Indiana didn’t help - even if he wasn't "out", he was always different, always feeling in the wrong place. He knew he didn’t belong there. People in town knew it too – they could feel it - even his own parents. When a few years later a bus killed Logan Kinear, he wondered why even an incredible thing like telekinesis had to be tainted too.
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AO3: Breaking Out
Author: Dorian_The_Grey
Word count: 2,607 (WIP)
Summary: After years of playing the tag-along Quentin finally gets the push he needs to break out of his shell.
With encouragement from friends, a new wardrobe, and a new attitude he captures the attention of the one person he's been hung up on for months.
But that's not the only person who's eye he's caught.
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"I am not entirely comfortable with this situation." Quentin comments as Margo, once again, shoves an armful of clothes to his chest and demands him to try them all on.
She'd been doing this all day, waking him up at some inhumane hour to drag him from one store to the next all around New York. Most of the time complaining more than he had himself.
"Well I'm not comfortable watching you skulk around the cottage dressed like a homeless slob." Margo quipped back.
"I-- do not skulk." Quentin says, rolling his eyes with an exasperated sigh. He appreciated his friends concern, as uncomfortable as it may be, but he didn't see the point of dressing up. It's not like he was trying to impress anyone. And the one person he might want to was so far out of his league, and so very uninterested in him, that they probably wouldn't even notice anyway.
"Listing up Q, I don't know why, but I actually like you. Now, the whole frumpy nerd thing was working at first, but you seriously need to step up your game.You are not that friendless, depressed little nobody anymore. You have friends, who actually care about you. And if there is one thing your friends know, i.e. Me, it's that the better you dress on the outside, the better you'll feel on the inside."
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AO3: You’re crashing but you’re no wave
Author: oximore
Word count: 8,980
Summary: Quentin didn't check positive as either a guide or a sentinel when he was a child. Not that it came as a surprise to his parents - there was no history of either in their families, and they hadn't expected it to be any different with their son.
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[Guides & Sentinels AU]
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Quentin didn't check positive as either a guide or a sentinel when he was a child.
Not that it came as a surprise to his parents - there was no history of either in their families, and they hadn't expected it to be any different with their son. Testing children wasn’t obligatory anymore, not the way it had been barely over two decades ago, but most schools had children tested at least once.
Parents could refuse now though, and plenty who had either guides or sentinels in their family did because the Center was still far from clearing all the distrust its predecessors had built in some people. But Quentin’s parents hadn’t felt like they had a reason to refuse and Quentin had never cared enough about it to not want to take it either, even as he grew older.
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AO3: Almost Like Magic
Author: Bluesummers
Word count: 3,444
Summary: Quentin happens upon Eliot during his first heat, but for some reason is reluctant to act on his urges.
Excerpt:
It all started when Alice got up and announced she needed to get to the heat room. She was typically very organized and went there before the first signs of her heat showed, but this time it must have hit her a bit early, because up until that point she'd been casually reading on the carpet.
Quentin has offered to escort her there, of course, but she preferred Josh – a beta – to do it. She was probably right, too. He could already catch a hint of her smell, and it was making him edgy. Janet was also more restless than usual. Quentin was actually relieved when the two left.
Eliot, who's been standing by the window with his back to the room this whole time, silently turned and went upstairs. Quentin couldn't help but feel sorry for him. At twenty two, he hasn't presented yet. It must have been tough, even without seeing all your friends in rut.
Janet couldn't calm down, constantly sniffing at Alice's lingering smell, and soon after rushed out herself, probably in search for omegas.
And so Quentin found himself lying on the library couch with a glass of wine in his hand, all alone.
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AO3: Burning
Author: ACR
Word count: 3,697
Summary: Eliot is broken. But no one understands broken as well as Quentin does.
Excerpt:
Eliot was a child when his soulmark appeared.
He remembered the wonder he felt when it happened, watching words emerged, circling around his right elbow like a ribbon. Or a like a snake, coiled around his skin. His parents weren't marked. It was not something rare or strange, marked people were usually somewhere between thirty-six and forty-five percent of the worldwide population in the last decades. In the past, over seventy percent of the world population carried a soulmark, but the rate had been going down over the last century, though no one knew how to explain it.
Eliot hadn’t known what it was when it appeared but he just found it beautiful. And even though the joy he felt that day did not last, he still cherished the memory.
Growing up somewhat drained the wonder. It was not like there was one precise moment when things stumbled and went down, it had been a muddier process. Being a gay kid in a small farmer town in Indiana didn’t help - even if he wasn't "out", he was always different, always feeling in the wrong place. He knew he didn’t belong there. People in town knew it too – they could feel it - even his own parents. When a few years later a bus killed Logan Kinear, he wondered why even an incredible thing like telekinesis had to be tainted too.
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AO3: The B Team
Author: justcallmeasmodeus
Word count: 4,453
Summary: A weekend getaway based on the song B Team by Marianas Trench.
Excerpt:
You could want this, see if it fits for a bit and if you don’t like it, then you can go like you have been, and I’ll never tell, never tell, never tell how I fell for it, I never fell before.
The sudden silence caused Eliot to open his eyes. Margo stood above him dangling his ear buds and blocking his sun. She had her hip thrown out and a margarita in her hand. “Can I help you Bambi?” “I’m bored. Entertain me.” She dropped to the sand next to him, her hand raised to prevent any loss of alcohol. “A private beach on Lake George, endless sunshine,” Eliot took a sip of her margarita, “and an endless supply liquor, which could use more lime, and you’re bored?” Margo grabbed her drink back defensively. “Sorry Daddy, there’s just no one for me to fuck.” She pouted and gave him sad eyes over the rim of her margarita as she sipped it. “Well then go find somebody. I’m relaxing.” He laid back down and closed his eyes, smiling at Margo’s huff. “You’re as boring as Q.” She got up, tossing his ear buds back on his chest, and stalked off down the beach.
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AO3: The Play’s the Thing
Author: Lexalicious70
Word count: 2,749
Summary: Eliot and Quentin have married, but Eliot finds himself dealing with Quentin’s anxiety and fear over the consummation. A visiting King Idri has a plan.
Excerpt:
“Well! Someone doesn’t look like a very happy monarch.”
Eliot looked up and then rose from his throne as Idri entered with two of his men at arms.
“Idri. I wasn’t expecting you.” Eliot glanced down at his outfit—tailored trousers and a loose-fitting white silk shirt and cranberry silk scarf—and brushed his big hands over the shirt as if to smooth away any errant wrinkles. “I would have set out some refreshments—would you like some wine?”
The dark-skinned king of Loria smiled as he approached the throne and offered his hands. Eliot took them, smiling, and Idri nodded.
“There’s your smile.” He stepped forward and kissed Eliot’s lips gently. “We’ll worry about wine later, after you tell me what has you looking so unhappy.” He dismissed his men at arms with a nod and they went to stand at the entrance of the throne room.
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AO3: Gasoline
Author: nottinghamroad
Word count: 4,255 (WIP)
Summary: Quentin finds his way back to Fillory after being banished, and the first person he sees upon his return brings back old memories....
(This is a mixture of book canon, the SyFy series canon, and good old fashioned fanon).
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“Then Eliot hugged him, a long hug, and when he was done he kissed Quentin on the mouth. That Quentin felt.” --The Magician King, chapter 57.
Quentin stood at the entrance to Castle Whitespire, overwhelmed with the deluge of memory that had begun the moment he had crossed the drawbridge. It was a curious feeling, standing at the grand entrance, seemingly in the liminal space between his life as a middle-aged professor at Brakebills and his wild youth as a king of Fillory. He let his eyes travel over the carvings and paintings that decorated the grand entrance, and was surprised to see himself, Margo, and Eliot featured in a few of the newer-looking paintings in the center archway. Quentin took a few steps closer to the center archway, a few steps closer to what was now almost a decade in his past, his life as the Magician King, and his gaze settled on the most central painting adorning the center archway.
It depicted, in heart-wrenching detail, Alice’s defeat of the Beast, and her subsequent transformation into a niffin. Quentin found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the painting. He waited for the familiar swooping emptiness to take over his consciousness and to plunge him into a depression that he would (almost) happily wallow in for a few days because it would bring her memory back, however briefly.
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AO3: Movin’ Out (Quentin’s Song)
Author: Lexalicious70
Word Count: 1,873
Summary: For Quentin, moving into the Physical Kids cottage was like stepping into a home he never knew existed.
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Quentin whistled the same three bars of the Billy Joel song repeatedly and sang the words in his head as he packed his battered suitcase. He knew he was risking Penny coming out of nowhere to take his head off his shoulders, but even the threat of his belligerent roommate (ex-roommate!) couldn’t quell the excitement he felt.
Magic was real, Eliza had figured out a way for him to stay at Brakebills, and now he was being moved to the Physical Kids Cottage to round out the number of students living there. While Quentin knew he wasn’t really a Physical Kid and they had yet to truly figure out his discipline, the abilities he’d shown so far were close enough to earn him a place at the cottage—that beautiful cottage—with Eliot, Margo, and the rest of that enigmatic group.
Quentin slammed his suitcase shut and headed down the dorm stairs. His heart was filled with a sensation he almost didn’t recognize, and then he grinned as he reached the bottom step.
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AO3: Rose’s Thorn
Author: yuiseau
Word count: 9,251 (WIP)
Summary: In which Quentin Coldwater is switched to a new high school, where he meets a fantastic new set of friends. One has a pretty good ass.
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No one wants to be the "new kid" in school. The feeling of being lost, alone, with nowhere to go is nearly crippling when one walks into a new school. Testing the waters is difficult; and fitting in to a social group is nearly impossible, especially for juniors in high school. The cliques have been formed, and have been formed for around 2 years. No one needs fresh meat in their circle of friends.
Quentin Coldwater is not in luck. Sadly, he is a junior. And saldy, he has no friends.
But the key objective that sets Quentin apart from the rest of the anxiety-ridden newcomers is that he has been in situations like this before. 6 times, to be exact.
His family isn't poor, per se, only straddling the edge of poverty and the middle class, but unable to find footing in either direction. Life is hard when you have no place to belong. The streets are too dirty, but a house is too expensive. The in-between is the roughest patch to live in whilst living in the United States.
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