#qulia

[cinebourhood]

Julia & Quentin | The Magicians (2015-2020)

[highkingfen]

QUENTIN AND JULIA + THAT “OMG I LOVE THAT DORK” LOOK

[twyllodrus]

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"Q and I, we used to be the same. I mean, we were the same thing.”

[heathercollinsmd]

February 14th, Timeline 27

Taking a seat on the bench, Quentin looks around, carefully avoiding any incidental eye contact with the passing student body. Several girls have paper flowers pinned to their shirts, an odd school tradition for the holiday he's never quite understood, holding hands with the ones who'd gifted it to them no doubt.

Hair falling in front of his face, he's quick to tuck the strands behind his ears, before pulling the backpack from his shoulder. The zipper is partially open, as he reaches a hand inside to fish for the book, nudging the opening the rest of the way with his wrist. Fingers run lightly over the embossed letters of the cover, “The Secret Sea” read through touch alone.

Twisting the pack to rest against his side, Quentin tries to the remember what page he left off on, before noticing a place is already saved. Eyebrows furrowing, he flips to where the makeshift bookmark is tucked into the seam, and wonders how it got there because he simply never uses them.

It's not really a bookmark anyway, rather, a cheap valentine card. The kind you used to pass out in elementary school.

“I choo-choo choose you,” can't be helped but read aloud. Spoken by a crudely drawn, and overtly happy looking locomotive. With the finishing statement of Happy Valentines at the bottom.

Now he's really confused. If this is a prank, it's awfully subtle. Looking around he doesn't see anyone waiting to laugh at him. Flipping the card over, there is no name signed, but he hadn't expected one. Only a simple heart sketched in the bottom right corner.

“Hey,” Julia greets.

Quentin is quick to shove the card back into the book, snapping it closed, and looking up to acknowledge his friend.

“Hey,” he echoes with what he hopes, is a nonchalant expression on his face.

She takes a seat next to him.

“What was that?”

His eyes look quickly down at the book, then back to her.

“What was...?”

Julia smirks at his playing dumb.

“Whatever you shoved into your book,” she presses.

“Nothing,” he's quick to assure. “Just someone's idea of a joke.”

“Oh?” She questions with a quirk of her brow. “Was it funny?”

He sighs and doesn't answer.

“Let me see,” she insists.

For a moment he just looks at her, before opening the book, taking the card between his fingers and offering it to her.

“I choo-choo choose you,” she reads aloud with a smile. “Cute.”

“Adorable.”

Nudging his shoulder at the deadpan delivery, Julia turns it over and sees the heart but lack of a name.

“So you really have no clue who gave this to you?” she asks before handing it back.

Quentin takes the card and returns it, Julia notes, to the spot between the pages rather than tossing it carelessly to the ground.

“Nope.”

She looks at the book in his hands.

“If you think it's a joke, why are you keeping it?”

He shrugs at doesn't look at her.

“Because you hope it's not,” she goes on. “Don't you?”

He doesn't answer, still not looking at her.

Julia reaches into her own bag for a pen, removing the cap, she presses it against back of Quentin's right hand. She draws a quick heart onto his skin, then presses a pointed kiss against his cheek, waiting for him to catch up.

“Jules?” he questions.

“I choo-choo choose you, dummy.” She states, rubbing the soft imprint of her lipstick left behind from her affection. “Always.”

An actual smile pulls at his lips, and Julia is glad she put it there.

“Come on Valentine,” she starts, rising to her feet. “Let's go home.” 

[high-queen-margo]

Julia’s Party Tricks

1x03 || 1x09 || 3x12

[knives-and-lint]

trick or treat

Julia lifts the beret to her head, unable to keep the smile from forming, as the reflection of her literary hero looks back in the mirror. Fingers move to the key dangling from her neck, found in an antique shop downtown, and purchased for the bargain price of five dollars. The sweater matches the cover of that magazine Quentin found, about the Chatwin's disappearance perfectly, as does her skirt and shoes. She twists and turns before the mirror, so very proud at how it all came together, and glances toward her sister.

“How do I look?” she asks.

Though Mackenzie had helped braid her hair, she is decidedly unimpressed with Julia's choice of costume, rolling her eyes and sighing.

“Like someone no one will ever guess who she's supposed to be.”

Julia frowns instantly, looking back to her reflection, smoothing out the skirt.

“So what?” she dismisses easily. “We can't all be slutty vampire girl three years in a row.”

Mackenzie huffs, but offers no rebuttal, as both of their attentions shift to the sound of broken glass in the kitchen. They look at each other and don't even have to say anything, both moving toward the door before the shouting starts. At the end of the driveway, Mackenzie goes left while Julia goes right, the street just beginning to fill kids trick or treating.

“Hey!” Mackenzie shouts, causing Julia to turn back. “You look great. Even if you're a giant nerd.”

Julia smiles and waves goodbye, but her sister still has more to offer.

“And make sure that Coldwater kid keeps his hands to himself.”

Julia laughs.

“Quentin is one boy you don't have to worry about.”

Mackenzie just shakes her head.

“That's how they get you,” she replies, then turns and heads off to her party.

Julia walks the three blocks over to Quentin's house, head tilted up toward the trees and imagining she's in a Fillory forest, like she'd done countless times before. Glancing behind her, she's wary of the Watcherwoman, and promptly runs into someone dressed as a bed sheet ghost.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, pulled back into reality.

Quentin answers when she knocks, and her hands cover her mouth instantly at the sight of him. Dress shirt and tie, covered with a sweater vest they'd found in a thrift shop, and a pair of fake glasses from one of those pop up Halloween stores.

“Wow,” he says. “You look-”

“Great?”

He grins.

“I was going to say fantastic.”

His hand reaches for the key, twisting it in his fingers, appreciating the detail even though he was with her when she got it.  

“So do you,” she gives.

There's an awkward pause, when he doesn't move from the door, and she knows he's already second guessing their plans.

“Are we really gonna do this?” he asks.

Julia resists the urge to grab his wrist and pull him past the threshold.

“It's just a school dance, Q. It will be fun. I promise.”

He nods even if she knows he doesn't quite believe her.

“Come along now Martin,” she chides in a bad English accept. “Let's not doddle. Plenty of adventure to be had.”

Quentin smiles bashfully and takes her hand when offered.

-

The gym is covered in black and orange crepe paper streamers, cardboard cutouts of famous movie monsters, and several other ghouls and ghosts. 'I put a spell on you' blasts from the PA speakers and Julia is glad it's not Monster Mash because she hates that song. Most of the kids in their class are there, and quite a few of them say hi to Julia, while promptly ignoring Quentin.

It's only been a few minutes, but she can already tell he wants to go hide in one of the corners, and loops her arm through his before he can escape. They make way toward the refreshment table, take two cups of punch which just tastes like someone poured ginger ale into fruit juice, and answer several questions to who they're dressed up as. Then several more follow up questions, because it seems that no one besides them, has ever read or even heard of the books.

A slow song starts to play, quite a few boys come up to Julia and ask her to dance, but she politely declines them all stating she's here with Quentin. He gives a little half wave with every denial, each boy more shocked than the last, to be turned down in favor of him. Julia does turn to him after the last one, nodding her head toward the dance floor, and is pleasantly surprised when he agrees.

His arms are awkwardly stiff, as he holds her at a distance, to which she can only rolls her as and push closer. Arms encircle his neck, head tilting up because he'd sprouted an inch or two above her over the summer, as he finally seems to relax in her hold.

“See?” she teases. “Not so bad.”

“No,” he agrees with a shake of his head.

The glasses have fallen down the bridge of his nose, and she shifts one of her hands to push them back up, the color flushing into his cheeks fairly noticeable despite the low light. It causes a funny feeling to stir within her stomach, and a rather impulsive thought suddenly itches within her mind.

“Q?” she asks.  

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

His eyes go wide, realizing she's not joking, as his mouth drops open to stutter a reply that comes out more of a question.

“Y-y-yeah?”

She grins shyly.

“Then why don't you?”

He looks down to her mouth, then quickly back up.

“I didn't know it was an option.”

She laughs, just before pushing up on her toes, pressing their lips together.

“Happy Halloween,” she says, dropping back down.

Quentin gives her the biggest, goofiest grin, and it almost makes her want to kiss him again.

“Happy Halloween,” he replies.

[madwomanwithawarehouse]

Tbh, I kinda thought Julia was going to throw in the map of Fillory

[themagiciansweirdface]

‘‘so white’‘