#queliotweek2019

[queliotweek]

QUELIOT WEEK 2019 -- JUNE 17 TO JUNE 23

welcome to the queliot week blog! join us as we celebrate seven themed days dedicated to the pairing of quentin coldwater and eliot waugh from syfy’s the magicians. 

what is queliot week? --seven days, seven different themes where you create fan works that are related to the themes. the themes could vary from coffee shop au to fake dating to alternative timeline! 

how do we participate? --during queliot week, you post your works relating to the day’s theme with the tag #queliotweek2019 (and tagging the @queliotweek blog itself since the tags can be wonky)

when is queliot week? --it will be taking place MONDAY, JUNE 17 TO SUNDAY, JUNE 23

what are the themes? --you get to choose! you can access the poll RIGHT HERE and choose seven themes. this poll will close FRIDAY, APRIL  19, 2019

any other questions/comments/etc.? --check out the faq or leave an ask.

and there you have it! hope you’re excited and get ready for a fun week during the hiatus! please reblog to spread the word <3 

[butterflydm]

fic: whatever here that's left of me (is yours)

@queliotweek (2019) | day 7: Queliot Reunion (alternate #2)  | read on AO3

Note: While this is a Quentin Lives AU, it does talk about Quentin's actions in 4x13 as a suicide attempt.

Quentin doesn't mean to fall asleep.

He's been waiting to see Eliot alive and himself again for so long.

But he does fall asleep, curled up in the chair in the corner of Eliot's room, and he sleeps- he sleeps what feels like is his first real rest in years. Decades. Forever.

When he does wake up, yawning and stretching and- shit- almost falling out of the chair, he glances over to the bed to check on El and-

Steady eyes, staring back at him, with a hesitant smile underneath.

Margo's sitting on the chair right next to the bed but when she realizes Quentin is awake, she says, quietly, “I'll let you two catch up,” and kisses Eliot on the forehead before she leaves the room.

It's strange, but after all that fighting to get Eliot back, Quentin can't think of any possible way to start the conversation. Anything would either be too much or not enough, so he just stays where he is, knotted up on the chair, not able to take his eyes off Eliot's face.

Eliot shifts sideways. It looks painful. He pats the now-empty side of the bed next to him.

Quentin pads over to the bed. Sits down.

Pulls his legs up and wraps his arms around them, not feeling ready to reach out and confirm reality. He'd felt this same way back in the forest, terrified to touch Eliot or talk to him. As long as he doesn't interact, he won't ruin the illusion that this is really Eliot.

[Read on AO3]

[eidetictelekinetic]

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

In a world where you bond to your soulmate at the first skin-to-skin touch, things go a little differently from the moment Quentin and Eliot meet, and things end - so far - happier too.

For the Queliot Week prompt - soulmates!