#dufanniversary

[sunbrights]

fic: a ghost out of his grave

fandom: the magicians characters/pairings: it's queliot ghostfic, except the other one is the ghost rating: m

“You think we’re getting haunted by somebody else’s ghost?”

“It isn’t a ghost,” Alice says tightly. “The concept of a ghost has a specific definition, and—”

Kady flaps her hand at the ceiling. “Somebody else’s disembodied consciousness. Whatever.”

(The Monster gets exorcised from Eliot's body. It works a little bit too well.)

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[baronfelix]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: The Magicians (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Quentin Coldwater/Eliot Waugh Characters: Margo Hanson, Kady Orloff-Diaz, Alice Quinn (The Magicians) Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, First Time, There! was! only! one! bed!, Welters, Alternate Universe - No Beast (The Magicians), Frottage, Anal Sex, Recreational Drug Use, minor Margo/Kady/Alice, minor Eliot/oc Summary:

Our favorite Welters team gets a chance to play in the big leagues. The accommodations provide some...interesting challenges.

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

[fic]: it's not living if it's not with you

“You want to do this shit right,” she continues. “You want to change the story. Fix how people see you. Be something other than your shitty dad’s pathetic son. You want to stop being Nigel Langbert, the bastard son of a British lord, and become Nigel Langbert, rock star. The album’s a means to an end. Your greatest creative project is becoming yourself. And getting your strung-out ass in my magazine for something other than a DUI in the gossip column will get you where you want to go faster than anything else. I’m your ticket to the you you want to be.”

Janet is breathing hard. Her face is flushed, hands shaking. Great — another fucking symptom for no one to diagnose. But she has him, she thinks. No: she knows she has him.

She doesn’t know how she knows, but she knows she has him deeper than she knows her own name.

& exchange fic the second! ~9000 words, E; for @honeybabydichotomy, one of the premiere margo/eliot scholars of our day, a story set during a monster-free version of the season 4 identity scramble, in which nigel shows up for a photoshoot at janet's magazine and things escalate quickly from there. this story is more than anything a big love letter to the duo of margo & eliot, whose love is too powerful to be contained by the spell; featuring: a very beleaguered art director, the failings of modern medicine, trainspotting references, accidental sex magic, & hotel bathrobes.

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[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

[fic]: like an hourglass glued to the table

Julia stiffens, but keeps her voice light. “I can’t just check in on a friend?”

Quentin would probably also want Eliot to be at least polite to his oldest and dearest friend, but Eliot’s too tired, too bitchy, too not fucking good enough to do that, either. “We’re not friends.”

Julia nods, silently conceding. Eliot’s a little disappointed; he would have thought she’d argue back, what are you talking about, we’re totally friends, the three conversations we’ve ever had have like so bonded us for life, and he’s kind of spoiling for a fight.

Then she says, “But you were his friend.”

Eliot barks a bitter laugh at that. In his head the sunlight is streaming through windows at the throne room at Whitespire like a blade through his ribcage. I’m just saying, what if we — “Newsflash: I’m a shitty fucking friend.”

exchange fic the first! 6366 words, T; for @sunbrights, a look at eliot & julia's friendship in three late night conversations across a complicated resurrection process, ft. a balcony & a busted AC, pancakes & pad thai, meta-math & memories, and two people with very jagged edges figuring out how they might nonetheless fit.

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