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recent bookmarks from greedy_dancerInterstitial Spaces - adjovi - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-10-10T10:08:29+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/20478980
greedy_dancertoread angst quentin/eliot themagicians adjovihttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:9c06d55b4250/the strange act of living - propinquitous - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-09-28T23:38:32+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19362205
greedy_dancer"El," Quentin's voice was quiet under the din of the water. "Are you okay?"
Eliot didn't respond. Out of shame, he tried to catch his breath, to stop crying, but he couldn't no matter how many deep breaths he sucked in. He heard the sound of the shower door opening and leaned back. Then the water turned off and Quentin was kneeling beside him. He felt his hand on his shoulder and before he could help it he collapsed against him. Even in his anger, Quentin's arms were a relief.
"Why did you just leave?" he gasped into his chest.
"What?" Quentin's voice sounded far away.
"You came in and you took the food I made and you didn't say anything and you left. You ignored me."]]>propinquitous themagicians quentin/eliot finale-what-finale fix!it toreread angst happy!endinghttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:8a93f2dc4695/wingspan - peacefrog - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-09-28T23:35:59+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/20050321
greedy_dancerEliot outstretched his vibrant feathers. His wingspan must have been twenty feet from one tip to the other. He fluttered them delicately, reaching them high toward the ceiling before folding them tightly against his body again.
“Can you not do that while we’re talking,” Quentin said. “It’s distracting.”
Eliot smirked. “I need to stretch them. You don’t want me getting a cramp, do you?”]]>peacefrog themagicians quentin/eliot book-based!au wing!fichttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:7b931225ef83/Our Sublime Refrain - destielpasta, mtothedestiel - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-09-28T23:15:53+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19396963
greedy_dancerthemagicians destielpasta mtothedestiel quentin/eliot eliot/margo het au period!au *** ot3 quentin/eliot/margo threesomehttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:77b30e1f98d0/Clockwork - celestialskiff - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-09-28T22:59:40+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/20652833
greedy_dancer“Come here, baby.” Eliot sat beside him.
Quentin remained curled up, facing away from him. Then sighed, and flowed onto Eliot’s lap, pressing his cheek against Eliot’s thigh. Eliot tangled his fingers into Quentin’s hair. The familiar softness of it.
“We could try again.” The words formed uneasily in Eliot’s mouth. “We didn’t give surrogacy a real chance.”
“Because we couldn’t afford it, and it made us miserable,” Quentin’s breath came out in a shudder. “It’s not going to happen for us. Not by adoption, not surrogacy. We’re not meant to be parents.” ]]>themagicians quentin/eliot celestialskiff angst future!fic open!ending d/shttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:24696fa27eb5/since we've no place to go - patrokla - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-09-28T22:22:31+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19302490
greedy_dancerquentin/eliot quentin/arielle polyamory themagicians patrokla sequel toreadhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:925d41ae5829/all our unwanted pieces left under the ice - patrokla - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-09-28T22:19:34+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18773254
greedy_dancertoread patrokla themagicians quentin/eliot au finale-what-finale wiphttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:bc0e220f4715/One To Grow On - portraitofemmy - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-09-28T22:12:56+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19896994
greedy_dancer“You’re doing better,” Quentin says, resting his cheek on Eliot’s thigh. “You only look terrified by the future like twice a week, now.”
“Baby steps,” Eliot agrees, raising his glass to clink against Quentins. “Having a small birthday thing might make you feel better, though. Distract you from thinking about your dad?”
“Small by my standards or by yours?” Quentin asks, sounding put-upon.
“My dearest, darlingest Quentin. The first rule of thumb when gaining a reputation as the party King is to understand your audience. You must be able to throw the proper party for the occasion, you see.”
“Oh, quiet, yes, truly,” Quentin intones, affecting a high society British accent. His dimple sneaks out though, and Eliot’s stupid heart does the melty-thing it does whenever Quentin dimples at him. ]]>portraitofemmy themagicians quentin/eliot domestic!fic fix!it finale-what-finalehttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:9308430169e0/honey in the shade - propinquitous - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-09-28T22:00:16+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/20125873
greedy_dancer"Fuck, Q," he gasped. "I'm trying to give you a birthday present here," Quentin's kiss interrupted him, "but I feel like maybe there's something you want to give me."
Quentin pulled back and looked at him, a little devilish. It was just, so much, really, to have Quentin above him like this, and the absolute corniest, worst thought that had ever crossed his mind entered his conscious: he'd always looked up to Quentin.
"I just, you know. Lunch with Jules was great? But I spent a not, um, insignificant portion low-key fantasizing about birthday sex."]]>propinquitous themagicians quentin/eliothttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:70ce3cff55e5/Ask Me, I Won't Say No (https://archiveofourown.org/works/19299643)2019-07-09T21:13:10+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19299643
greedy_dancerQuentin turns in his arms, pressing his head against Eliot’s chest, “I’m not saying it’s not work because it’s a lot of fucking work. It’s just…. Kids have simple needs. You love them, feed them, keep their lives mostly consistent. And they love you back, just like that. Even if you fuck up, they just forgive. It’s so easy for them, they don’t even question it.”
Eliot thinks about how easily and immediately Teddy had accepted him without any thought for whether he deserved it.
Maybe Quentin has a point there, “Until they get older and have pesky little minds of their own.”
Quentin laughs, pulling him out of Teddy’s room, “Spoilers. We’re not quite there yet.”
Eliot watches how his eyes crinkle, heart tripping like it always does when Quentin says we. Like he could be a parent. Like they could be a family.
Not for the first time recently, he fights back the urge to say it —I love you, I love you, I love you. That’s one thing he doesn’t want to rush. Instead, he ducks down to kiss Quentin, something to placate the urge. A show, to prevent a tell.]]>themagicians quentin/eliot au real-life!au first-time father!q veganshailseitan domestic!fichttps://twitter.com/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:acf701a26632/Threesome #1 - Quentin, Eliot, Eliot - ceeainthereforthat - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-06-21T08:54:50+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19295812
greedy_dancer"Which one is you?" Quentin asks. "You're both alike, sometimes you move exactly the same way, you finish each other's sentences--which one is you?"
"Both," The Eliot massaging his feet says. "He's a construct, but right now, your head is in my lap. I can feel everything he feels. When he touches you, it's because I'm touching you. When he's kissing you, it's because I'm kissing you."
Eliot can feel everything his double feels. He reaches up to run a featherlight finger around this Eliot's ears, and Eliot stops massaging his feet to suck in a breath.]]>ceeainthereforthat themagicians quentin/eliot threesome quentin/eliot/eliot sequel au kinkhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:ec02ef96af76/A Partial Age of Miracles - hetrez - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-06-11T17:10:49+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19143880
greedy_dancer"I pushed him away, after years of — and I didn't trust him the way that I should have. I lied to him. I got in trouble, and he had to come rescue me, and he was tortured for it for months, and then he died." Eliot's voice cracked on the last word, and he trembled a little, and then he squeezed Quentin tighter and cleared his throat. "And now he's alive again, because someone attacked the laws of nature with a lemon zester, and I’m going to fight like hell to make sure he stays that way. But he died thinking I didn’t love him, and there’s nothing I’ll ever be able to do to change that."
And Quentin had promised, but this was too much. How could Eliot expect him to stay quiet after that? "El," he said. He pushed at Eliot’s arms, which were like iron bands around his chest. "Eliot, come on."
Eliot let go. Quentin scrambled away and took a breath, and turned. Eliot was sitting with a hand over his mouth, his eyes huge and glassy, looking like someone had torn his guts out for him. "Eliot," Quentin said, helplessly.
Eliot looked away, at the ceiling and the fucked-up walls and the books. Then he looked back at Quentin. He put his hand down and licked his lip. He said, "I love you."]]>hetrez themagicians quentin/eliot au alive!Q fix!it post-413 post-monster *** quentin&alice quentin&julia eliot&margo h/c .topodfic? .bpauthorhttps://twitter.com/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:06f7274cad27/fire and life - lesbianbatgirl - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-06-09T21:59:36+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19094116
greedy_dancer“I changed my mind. I don’t want you here.” His tone is forcefully careless and he doesn’t look at Quentin when he says it. He takes a drag from his cigarette.
Quentin, undeterred, sits on the porch steps beside Eliot, pulling his knees up and looping his arms around them, fingers clasped together, “I came all this way, I’m not going to turn around and go home now.”
“Just leave, Q,” Eliot says tersely, shifting a few inches away from him.
“You’re in shock,” Quentin says. “You don’t mean that.”
“Get the fuck off my property.”
“‘Off your property’? You sound like a hick,” Quentin shoots back and that earns Eliot pulling himself off the stairs altogether, standing tall above Quentin and scowling. Quentin’s hammering heart wants him to shrink back, but he doesn’t. “Let me help you.”]]>themagicians quentin/eliot au lesbianbatgirl highschool!au hurt!eliot not-NC17https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:525f35550f4c/tomorrow past tonight - veganshailseitan - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-06-09T21:49:03+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19093705
greedy_dancerOne of Eliot’s hands covers his own on the blanket, the other coming up against his neck in a way Quentin can only say is tender, thumb just brushing his jaw.
When Eliot kisses him, there’s a sureness in his movements that Quentin had been missing. This kiss is longer and deeper and no less sweet than the first one. The tension Quentin has felt between them for so long burning up on their lips with the taste of blackberry wine.
He’s not sure if Eliot pushes him back or if he pulls the other man down but they end up spread out on the blanket with Eliot above him, kissing and kissing and kissing for what feels like hours. Quentin is half hard in his jeans, but he can’t bring himself to stop their teenage makeout session until they shift and he feels Eliot hard against his thigh too.]]>quentin/eliot themagicians veganhailseitan mosaic!fic first-timehttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:58d7ed2fe7f3/Marvel at the Flowers You'll Have Made - moodlighting - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-06-09T21:40:43+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19021345
greedy_dancerMargo, predictably, was the first to lose patience. “All right. Spill, Coldwater. I don’t care whose name you’ve got written in little hearts all over your pretty pink Password Journal. Now is not the time for secret crushes.” Then, sighing heavily, like it was painful for her to admit it, “I guess you’re pretty lovable, so whoever it is will just have to...catch feelings before you kick the bucket. Tell us who it is, we’ll hitch a ride with 23, go pick them up, whether by force or -”
Quentin stopped listening. He knew who they needed, who he needed, of course. But he hadn’t had the chance to follow the logic that far ahead yet. Now, it was abundantly clear how this was all going to end. The one person who could possibly save him was the one person they couldn’t reach. The one person they were already trying to save.
He really was going to die.
Quentin laughed, miserable and defeated. Based on how everyone else reacted, that wasn’t the response they’d expected from him.]]>moodlighting themagicians quentin/eliot h/c hurt!Q au alive!Q pining!Q hanahakihttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:f5cf3ce1619d/Reciprocal - Rizandace - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-06-09T21:29:15+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19134109
greedy_dancerAnd then, just as Peter had put a not-so-subtle hand on Eliot's thigh, Arielle had let out a laugh at something one of her friends had said, throwing back her face and letting her beautiful hair, worn loose for an evening of relaxation, flow around her face. She was so beautiful. Even Eliot could admit that. And if he noticed, there was no way Q hadn't, and... and would it be so bad if Q wanted Arielle? Would it be the end of everything if Quentin wanted to start something with her? After all, they were on their quest together. Nothing could stop that. Even the sex didn't have to stop. People had open relationships. People had arrangements. Eliot had been a side piece before, and honestly it wasn't at all bad. Of course, he'd never been in love with someone before, not like this, so maybe...
He was too drunk to be thinking so much about this. When Peter leaned in to whisper something in his ear, Eliot didn't push him away. Eliot could be a "casual sex" person. That was practically what he was built for. He could let Peter the Carpenter nibble on his ear, and he could let Q fall in love with Arielle - and he could keep Q in his life no matter what.]]>rizandace themagicians quentin/eliot eliot/omc mosaic!fic angst happy!ending auhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:c0bdd72cf856/Eliot Waugh's Full Moon Cuddle Party - ceeainthereforthat - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-06-09T21:25:58+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19123564
greedy_dancerHe can't hear anyone around him any more. There's no sound of kissing, no whisper of fabric sliding against skin, no moans or gasps—they're quiet, and in the velvet blackness of the cuddle room Quentin wonders if they all stopped because he can't stop—he can't stop the harsh, throat-filling breaths or the insistent grind of his body or the noises Eliot's wringing out of him, the noises Eliot's making in his own throat. He wonders if they're gathered around the edges of the room, listening to him make all these shameless sounds...and the idea spreads dirty, sex-crazed thoughts from his mind's eye down to his curling toes.
They can listen all they want. They can listen as Eliot strips off every stitch, puts him facedown on the soft, cushiony floor, and fucks him right in the middle of the room. He wants them to hear what Eliot's doing to him—what Eliot's making him feel right here in front of them. ]]>themagicians ceeainthereforthat kink voyeurism quentin/eliot first-timehttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:e6366cd8b3c8/why shouldn't we move back? - kaci3PO - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-06-09T21:21:36+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19140121
greedy_dancer "I'm an idiot," she says softly.
"Alice—"
She swallows. Bites her lip. Finally relaxes her hands on her lap. "So it has to be you," she says again. "You have to go back to that moment and—"
"And I have to say yes," Eliot finishes for her. She nods, looking like she wishes the floor would eat her alive.
"And then your past self has to keep him," she says. "You can't stay back then for very long. Less than a day. Write yourself a note, film a video, I don't care, but you have to convince your past self to not fuck this up. He can't come back to me." She grabs his wrist and looks him square in the eye. "Do you understand me? If he chooses me, he dies. You have to keep him so that when he saves you from the monster, he stays by your side in the infirmary." ]]>themagicians kaci3PO quentin/eliot quentin/alice post-413 fix!it alive!Q timetravel angsthttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:73eb2cc835c5/whitespire - peacefrog - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-06-09T21:18:45+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19118080
greedy_dancerThe waiting was the agony. Quentin wanted to drop to his knees right there and swallow Eliot down, but that wasn’t part of the game. The rules said that Quentin had to take his time. Eliot wouldn’t have him any other way.
Quentin stripped off Eliot’s shirt, removed his jewelry bit-by-shining-bit, helped him out of his spats and his boots. His erection tented the front of his breeches and Quentin could hardly resist. He ran a hand delicately over the curve of it and Eliot caught him by the wrist.
“That’s cheating,” Eliot drawled. “Your High King demands patience from all his subjects. Even those that happen to be… lesser kings.”
This was their game. Arousal pulsed in Quentin’s blood like a fever. “Forgive me, Majesty.”]]>themagicians peacefrog kink d/s quentin/eliot pwp auhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:fe74ea9fadb3/forty days to land - impossibletruths - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-06-06T10:24:02+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18948709
greedy_dancerSometimes Quentin talks near him, or around him, includes him slantwise. Sometimes like now, when they pass too close to each other and all their tattered edges get tangled up. Usually there is alcohol involved, like the beers Josh has set on the coffee table, a siren call for the unemployed twenty-something. Even Alice, who turns her nose up at the drink, crosses her ankles and sits with them, humoring the topic of conversation, which is:
“Is there anything good about Fillory?” Kady looks around at them. “I mean, given our track record.”
“Kinghood has its pluses,” says Margo, considering.
“You aren’t a king anymore,” Alice points out, and receives a nasty glare from Margo she weathers with only a flicker of a frown. “What? It’s true.”
“I’m always a goddamn king,” says Margo, and Alice’s expression flickers again. She doesn’t say anything.
“The opium,” posits Josh, and gets a round of tired looks. “Oh, come on. You can’t tell me you’re not thinking it.”
“I liked the stars,” Q says. Penny snorts.
“Really?”
“What?” He shrugs, defensive. “They moved. That’s pretty cool.”
“They move here too, dumbass,” Penny says, but Eliot understands. The stars in Fillory are nothing like the stars on Earth, because in Fillory they are magic and alive and when they walk across the sky it isn’t a metaphor for the rotation of the planet.]]>impossibletruths themagicians quentin/eliot post-monster post-413 fix!it alive!Q not-NC17https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:c2e2e2672a35/Brideshead Revisited Revisited2019-06-02T19:13:14+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19054456
greedy_dancer New kid was out on the patio during their allotted fifteen minutes of outdoor time in the cold months, perched on a stone bench and folded in on himself. It looked and smelled like snow. Eliot asked McRae, who was supervising the scant few patients who’d ventured outdoors, and he said the kid’s name was Quentin. He went over and sat on the bench. “Quentin,” he said.
The eyes moved and focused, like a camera lens. He was so bombed that something about the movement was almost unhuman. Carefully, like a child going through the alphabet, he pronounced the letter L.
“You know my name.”
He nodded minutely. The wind stirred his hair, which was lank and flat and smelled bad.
“I figure we have to have been someplace together before this,” Eliot tried, “right? I forget where.”
“Upstate,” Quentin managed. “New York.”
“I’ve never been to New York,” Eliot told him.]]>fluorescentgrey themagicians quentin/eliot au hopeful!ending alive!Q hurt!eliot drugs eliot/omc .bpauthor .permission:tumblrhttps://twitter.com/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:fdf5bbc93e60/Saltwater - mtothedestiel - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-27T21:56:17+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18291407
greedy_dancer “Let me take a guess,” she says, raising one eyebrow, “You’re thinking of your middlingly handsome pet project who’s going to kill us all with his herbalism nonsense.”
“We needed a change,” Eliot says, pointedly, which Margo sighs her agreement with, “And he’s performed capably so far as a surgeon. He pulled a bullet out of our cabin boy, and a good bit of shrapnel out of me.”
“And yet,” Margo says, drumming her fingers dangerously close to Eliot’s sore shoulder, “The face.”
“I may have misspoke,” Eliot admits.
“The High King doesn't misspeak to a man whose life he spared.”
“By implying that we took him as a prize—“
“Which we did , and he’s lucky to be here, on the greatest ship to ever sail the Western Seas—“
“And I believe he took offense.”
“For god’s sake, men and their angst—“]]>mtothedestiel themagicians WIP quentin/eliot eliot/idri eliot&margo AU no-magic!AU period!au ust quentin/alice angsthttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:297fe715cfb5/honey, put out your hands and take these blossoms - propinquitous - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-27T21:50:10+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18804130
greedy_dancer"You know what," Quentin laughed and shook his head, "when I imagined this I never imagined it would be in a bed and breakfast in Vancouver, but this isn't half bad." He laughed again, his head lolling onto Eliot's shoulder.
"You imagined this, huh?"
Quentin shrugged. "Like you haven't." Eliot said nothing but smiled, pressed a kiss to Quentin's temple, a place he realized he loved.
"I was thinking," Quentin said and paused.
"Hm?" Eliot was drifting off but Quentin's nervous tone startled him awake.
"Instead of going back tomorrow, can we just. I don't know, it's stupid, but can we stay another day?"]]>propinquitous themagicians sequel quentin/eliothttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:01f8409bcfa1/Fragments - Rizandace - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-27T21:31:34+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18904870
greedy_dancer"It would have to be someone who knew me," Q said. "I mean - they knew how to hurt me, what specifically would..."
"No," Margo said, shaking her head decisively. (..) "Q, it could be that someone cursed you to face your worst nightmare. They wouldn't need to know specifically what that was. It - it could be your own mind conjuring up the scariest shit you can think of."
Q's hand tightened on Eliot's, the knuckles standing out white. (...) He was shaken to his very core, and Eliot couldn't blame him for it given what he'd just experienced.
"Yeah," Quentin said, his voice strangled. "My worst nightmare. That tracks."
There was a long pause. "Who would want to fuck with you like that?" Josh asked. "You're... Quentin."
"You'd be surprised," Eliot said, teeth gritted. (...)
"Apparently I just have one of those curse-able faces," Quentin said, shrugging. It was said like a joke, but his eyes were still anguished.]]>rizandace themagicians quentin/eliot angst post-413 alive!Q sequel future!fic h/chttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:48283548b5d4/How Easy You Are To Need - ohmarqueliot - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-27T21:24:14+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18967615
greedy_dancerThe press of his lips against his shoulder was automatic, and it took him a few seconds to realise that the fog around his mind was mostly post-coital, that the urge to taste him, to hold him close, was slipping into something more familiar, something he could fight against… but why would he want to, when he was here, with Eliot’s fingers scratching at his scalp, his other arm loose around his waist. The relief he felt was staggering. “I think I’m finally coming down from the pollen,” he said, meaning, I’m coming down from the pollen and I still want you, please tell me you still want me.
Eliot’s hand slid up his back in one long, firm stroke that was too… easy, too familiar, for him to hold onto the worry that had started eating him up. This was Eliot, who above and beyond anything else, was his friend, who cared for him, who - well, who flirted with him constantly, and he’d thought it had been a joke, but maybe it -
“Pollen?” Eliot asked, and Quentin’s dissipating worry was suddenly an icy grip around his heart.]]>themagicians ohmarqueliot quentin/eliot sex!pollen WIP first-timehttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:6a76bda3f4ed/(this is) the beat of my heart - portraitofemmy - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-27T21:21:33+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18978655
greedy_dancer“What’s something you want to do for you?” Eliot rephrases, because maybe living to help other people was what had kept Q going, but it didn’t exactly seem like a long term strategy.
“That is for me. I want to help the people I love,” Quentin says, stubborn, and it sounds too much like you sacrifice for the people you love, makes that fear coil tighter in Eliot’s stomach.
“I know you love generously, baby, we all know that. There has to be something you want to do for you.”
Quentin’s quiet for a minute. “This,” he whispers, tugging a little at Eliot’s sweater. “You. I– want to go to Pride, I think. This summer. Maybe. I’ve never. Done that. Can we do that?”
He sounds nervous, and if Eliot could kick his past self, he would, for the part he’s played in Quentin’s hesitation. Quentin, who’s always been more self-assured in his queerness than in any other aspect of his life, has also had it used as a weapon against him one too many times. Even now, after months, he sounds hesitant, like Eliot might tell him he’s not queer enough for Pride.
“I’d love that,” Eliot says honestly, smoothing his hand from between Q’s shoulder blades, down to the small of his back and back up. “I haven’t been to Pride since undergrad. I’d love to go with you.”]]>portraitofemmy themagicians quentin/eliot post-413 fix!it alive!Q post-monster lgbthttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:42d248f08733/Waking Prayers - Page161of180 - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-27T21:14:17+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18927211
greedy_dancer That night, or the next morning, actually, Alice had found them together on the couch, Quentin sitting with his head rolled back against the cushions, Eliot’s face pressed against his shoulder, leaving a drool patch on his henley. (Quentin was actually a much more graceful sleeper than Eliot, ironically-- less of a slobberer, less given to sprawl-- which Quentin took weird pride in, even if Eliot always said it was just because there was so much less of Quentin to spread.)
This morning, Quentin and Eliot weren’t even touching but they were angled toward each other, Quentin’s knees tucked into his chest, while Eliot’s long legs splayed across the opposite corner of the coffee table from where Alice was sitting.
She didn’t look . . . mad , not exactly. She looked-- determined , maybe. Determined to keep pretending that it was better than finding him naked and underneath Eliot-- finding him fully dressed and not even touching Eliot, willing to fuck up his back sleeping on this ridiculous MTV-Cribs -stereotype of a sofa, just to share the same air.
Oh, Vix , he thought, tender. You’re trying even harder than I am .]]>themagicians page161of180 quentin/eliot post-413 fix!it alive!Q quentin/alice sequel post-monsterhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:5dd652d4d3e1/Theory and Application - greywash - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-22T10:55:53+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18914959
greedy_dancer"Q," she says, voice rough. "You're applying to grad school?"
"Yeah," he says; and then clears his throat. "I—I've been thinking about, um." He sits down again, facing her, cross-legged on the floor: most of the downstairs furniture has already been sold. "So okay, Eliot and I—talk, you know, and—therapy, too, I have—the only thing I've ever done that I really liked—like, actually enjoyed doing, was—a puzzle, basically, so like. Maybe. I should think about that? So I thought about that. And I thought—you know, if there's ever a right time for a change in direction, it's—."
He stops. He can feel his face reddening.
"Do you want to do this?" she asks; and Quentin sighs, leaning his elbows on the table. Eliot'd asked the same thing.
"I don't not want to do this," he says, to Alice. "And—right now, that counts for a lot? This is a solid option. I'm not expecting it to be my favorite thing ever, okay?"
She doesn't answer. Turning the top page over, for the next prompt-and-response.
"I—I know you said you applied to a bunch of physics programs," Quentin says, "before you snuck into the Brakebills exam, which—didn't seem a million miles away from engineering, so. I was hoping—"
"That I would read your essays," she says, quiet; and Quentin hunches up a little inside Eliot's purple cashmere sweater, and nods.]]>greywash domestic!fic themagicians quentin/eliot post-413 fix!it baby!fic not-NC17 quentin&alice future!fic .bpauthorhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:de439de592e4/You Steer My Heart - portraitofemmy - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-22T10:21:50+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18899980
greedy_dancerEliot sees, like a fork in the road, two paths stretched out before him. He can pretend to be asleep, let Q crawl into bed and never bring it up again. That option is tempting, is perhaps the path of least resistance. But. But. But. But, there’s a thin line between letting Q go and sharing him, and Eliot thinks. He thinks maybe he can ride that line a little while longer.
He rolls over, opening his arm in invitation for Q to tuck into his side. “Have a good time?” he asks, smiling as Quentin makes a happy noise, rolling, rolling, rolling with a little drunken giggle until he collides with Eliot’s chest.
“Yeah,” Quentin murmurs, snuggling into him, and oh, this. This is so precious. Eliot tips his nose down to bury in Quentin’s hair, breathe in the smell of him. You can do anything that makes you happy, just please come back after, he thinks, aching, afraid. “I didn’t step on her even once, which I think is better than we both expected. And then-”
He cuts off, bashful, and Eliot can practically hear him wondering if kissing and telling is bad form. “And then she fucked you stupid?” He finishes, just to hear Quentin laugh.
He does, and it’s light, and wonderful. “She really fucking did, El.”
“Good,” Eliot says, and feels a wash of relief. Quentin had still come home to him. He could survive anything as long as he had that. “I knew I liked her.”]]>portraitofemmy themagicians quentin/eliot quentin/arielle eliot&arielle ot3 polyamory mosaic!fic marriage!fic angst happy!ending sequelhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:d1059414ebf3/It's Never Over - charlotteschaos, prettyclever - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-14T16:57:24+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18518380?view_full_work=true
greedy_dancerMargo stared at him, then looked to Eliot. “What did you do, El?”
“Um.” Eliot’s joy overflowed until he felt it pouring from his eyes, his ears, his nose. Glory just spilled out of him like the touch of god. “I think I may have sex magicked Q last night during his visitation. He was just supposed to say goodbye, but then one thing led to another…”
He patted his knee gleefully and looked at Q. “Come sit on Daddy’s lap.”
“For eighteen hours?” Margo blinked at Eliot. “What kind of tantric—never mind. I don’t want to know.”
She moved to give Quentin a hug, but her arms flew through him. “Huh.”
Quentin looked worried, then confused as he padded over to Eliot. He gently put his hand on Eliot’s shoulder. It landed solidly and he gave it a squeeze. “So, um…”
“Or it’s my wards. I told you ain’t nuthin’ getting through.” Margo seemed quite proud of herself. ]]>charlottechaos prettyclever themagicians quentin/eliot fix!it post-413 alive!Q baby!fic marriage!fichttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:e8b568dde61d/Your Continued Presence is Required - Page161of180 - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-14T16:49:37+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18806290
greedy_dancerThe plan-- the plan didn’t change after that. Quentin was still supposed to look .
It was just-- The Body that was-- jittery. And tight. And pinched, always, at its temples. It was The Body that was-- distressed . At Quentin, sleeping too much. Quentin, not eating. Quentin not yelling, not breaking things .
It didn’t matter to him , at all. Whether Quentin was happy. Or.
It only mattered if Quentin looked .
It was just that-- shut up, body , shut up --
It was just that Quentin couldn’t look , if. If--
The Body gagged then, even though there was only Red Bull in its mouth, and the juice box from the refrigerator.
Quentin had to-- be here, so that he could pay attention . He had to. Just until the last stone, and then-- something . That was why it mattered. There were no other reasons.
So, the plan .]]>sequel outsidePOV quentin/eliot quentin&monster monster!Eliot angst character!death fix!it alive!Q post-413 page161of18https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:8c4227eee3ad/The Province of the Brave - threerings - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-13T21:39:17+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18798946
greedy_dancerDays passed all too quickly. He and Eliot dodged whatever responsibilities arose to the best of their abilities. They made excuses to stay in and not see people. When others came by, they were polite and friendly, but something seemed to give most people the hint that they were intruding. So they were often left alone in the penthouse. Which was ideal as far as they were concerned.
Perhaps inevitably, they spent a lot of time in bed. They had a lot of time to make up for, and a lot of each other to explore. They rediscovered each other’s buttons and tastes, half remembered from another lifetime. Some things were always the same. Quentin always loved bottoming, Eliot always loved making him shout.
Nearly a week had gone by before they had their first serious talk.
“Have you heard from Alice?” Eliot asked one evening after dinner.
“Alice?” He looked at Eliot with suspicion. “Why?”
“Just...cause I don’t know how you left things with her...when she stormed out.”
“She didn’t storm.” Quentin ran a hand through his hair. “I was just honest with her, you know. I thought you heard all that.”]]>threerings themagicians quentin/eliot post-413 post-monster fix!it alive!Q finale-what-finalehttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:077581cae95c/means and methods - patrokla - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-13T21:17:16+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/series/1359640
greedy_dancer“You don’t want this,” it tells him one afternoon. They’re at a park because the Monster had wanted to feed some birds, but it’d become disinterested when it found out that bird feed was just dried bread and seeds.
It had spotted a man walking his dog, a man that Quentin honestly doesn’t see the appeal of, but it doesn’t matter because the Monster is tilting its head and smiling a little in a way that indicates Danger Ahead, so Quentin does what he has to do.
And so:
“You want this, but you - don’t want it? It’s very confusing,” the Monster says. It has Quentin pressed up against a maple tree in the park, one long leg between Quentin’s, one broad hand running along the lines of his face. Quentin doesn’t answer - not that he could, because the Monster is pressing a thumb between his lips, pushing against his teeth. He lets his mouth fall open a little, and the Monster moves even closer against him, its body one long line of heat.
“This body wants this,” the Monster says confidently, looking down at him, the issue of Quentin’s wanting-not-wanting falling to the wayside, “So much. That’s why this is the best game, Quentin.”]]>themagicians patrokla quentin/eliot quentin/monster monster!Eliot angst post-monster post-413 alive!Q dubconhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:bffbdd075951/little flaws - propinquitous - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-13T21:07:26+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18759151
greedy_dancer"I mean, this was your idea," Quentin said. "What do you think?"
"I think you should touch my finger and think debauched thoughts," Eliot said as his eyes fluttered closed. (...)
"C'mon, Q, debauched thoughts. About me, specifically."
Quentin closed his eyes and Eliot wondered what he imagined. He almost asked if Quentin was thinking about what they had done together, if the memory of sucking Eliot's dick was as intrusive for Quentin as it was for him, but thought better of it. He felt a flush crawl up his chest and then a tingle began in his finger where he touched Quentin that crescendoed into a quick zap, like they'd touched an exposed wire.
"Ow, fuck," Quentin said and pulled away.
"Okay, so that gives us some idea of how this works. What were you thinking about?"
Quentin smiled. "Model airplanes. That was all you, El."
Eliot narrowed his eyes. "I see," he said and didn't reveal his thoughts that had led to the trigger.]]>quentin/eliot themagicians propinquitous pre-413 not-NC17https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:5470bc08e31a/You In My Head - stele3 - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-13T18:28:20+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18244061
greedy_dancer“Why sex?” he asks. “I mean, you could have given it a bubble bath, a massage, why did you—?”
“Why the fuck do you think?” Q snaps, a sudden rise that rings painfully. He shoots Eliot a glare but then quickly subsides. “I’m sorry. You just—got your body back. It must be pretty horrifying, to hear about all the things that happened. I’m sorry that I—look, we’re not going to talk about it after this, so, it had your face and your eyes and your voice and I know, I know it’s dumb and not something you want to hear, that you didn’t—have any choice, again, that you were stuck with me, again, but I just. I did that, okay, and I liked it because the whole time I could pretend it was really you in there. And you can hate me for it if you want, but I didn’t want you to die.”
His voice splinters at the end and he ducks away, moving like he’s gonna just walk out, and Eliot grabs him. Grabs the side of his neck, where his hand fits perfectly into the bruise.
Oh look, a metaphor. Great. Eliot hates metaphors.]]>dubcon themagicians quentin/eliot quentin/monster monster!Eliot post-monster kink pre-413 stele3https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:9af66cf6a784/And So Lift Your Spirits (https://archiveofourown.org/works/18788320)2019-05-11T19:40:04+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18788320
greedy_dancerThere was a part of Eliot that would always believe his time with Quentin was borrowed time. A certain thought had worn a groove in Eliot’s mind: that instead of heartfelt impulse on Quentin’s part, it had been a concession, some complicated calculus around long-term misery-to-contentment ratios that had led Quentin to say, that day in the throne room, awash in fifty years’ worth of emotions: Why the fuck not? Why not, indeed. Lots of reasons, Eliot thought.
But despite fearing Quentin’s heart might never be all in, Eliot couldn’t bring himself to forgo the pleasure. Not now. Not after coming so close to losing Quentin. (...)
And when it was good it was good. Scratch that. It was never not good. It was, in fact, incandescent. For Eliot, anyways. Quentin’s soft mouth. His whimpers of surrender when Eliot tugged an earlobe with his teeth, or grazed his jawline. Quentin’s low groan when he felt Eliot’s cock seated deep inside, a breathy rumble Eliot sometimes felt resonate in the bones of his toes. (...)
That low, base, animal groan had to be real and true. Quentin wanted him. Quentin felt a measure of what he felt, he was sure of it.]]>themagicians post-413 post-monster fix!it alive!Q sex!magic orchardsinsnow quentin/eliothttps://twitter.com/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:372cbe6a1782/hide away, hide away - portraitofemmy - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-10T12:01:29+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18770938
greedy_dancerEliot knows he’s here, knows he came back to Brakebills after the frankly-disastrous boat-quest, but he’s not in his old room in the cottage, or Eliot’s, or– though Eliot’s not sure why he would be, Alice’s old room. But standing in Quentin’s room, which is a disaster zone of hoodies and jeans and books strewn everywhere, Eliot realizes he knows exactly where Q is.
He really should have checked there to begin with.
The sliding door to the reading nook is closed, but he can see from the outside that a light is turned on inside. Heart in his throat, Eliot raises his hand to knock, a special secret knock which a little boy from another time on another planet used to use as the password for a cottage door.
Three soft taps come from the inside of the reading nook, and something he hadn’t known he was holding on too releases in Eliot’s chest. He slides the door open, looking in to find Q sitting at the far end, small smile on his face and knees pulled up to his chest.
“Hey,” he greets, resting his chin on his knees as Eliot clambers his gangly limbs into the little space, then slides the door shut.]]>portraitofemmy themagicians quentin/eliot post-413 finale-what-finale alive!Qhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:43733d299fa5/don't ruin this on me. - milominderbinder - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-08T22:48:59+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18759901
greedy_dancer“Might bring this too,” Eliot says, begging his voice to sound as blasé as ever. He is not , he assures himself, bringing the quilt because it’s what he and Quentin first kissed on top of, first fucked on too, have curled up beneath countless times on the nights they shared a bed. He’s just bringing it because it’s the perfect level of soft, and one can never have too many blankets. “On the off chance the key drops us off in the middle of the fucking Arctic and we need to huddle for warmth, of course.”
Quentin’s eyes go soft watching him from the doorway, and he reaches to El.
So often, Quentin is the one to move first in times like this; he always was the brave one. Eliot goes to him, blanket carefully folded in his arms, and is surprised when Quentin reels him in for a soft kiss. It’s not that they haven’t shared plenty of kisses like that before. (...) Sometimes El sneaks kisses onto Quentin’s forehead or cheeks in the same casual way he would do with Margo, but they don’t really kiss, actually kiss, when it’s not about sex.
Until now. Eliot loses himself in the soft press of Quentin’s mouth, bending down to meet him, curling one hand around Q’s neck and into the strands of his little ponytail, feeling Quentin’s hot breath against his face. He tries very, very hard not to feel like they’re about to go back to their old lives, and this is a goodbye to this part of their relationship.]]>milominderbinder themagicians quentin/eliot mosaic!fic post-mosaic au wiphttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:ccd486a0c68d/as it was - peacefrog - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-08T16:06:12+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18562600
greedy_dancer“How long was I gone?” Quentin asked.
“It’s been a week,” said Margo.
“Shit.” Quentin looked between them, back down at the metro card. “It all happened so fast, I… I was in the Underworld and I stepped through a door and then I was just… here.”
“What kind of door?” Eliot asked.
“It was just an empty doorway. Penny was there,” Quentin laughed, gazing into Eliot’s wide eyes, “and he gave me this card and said it would take me where I needed to go.”
“Where you needed…” Eliot reached out and touched Quentin’s face. Delicately. As though he thought it might break. “You’re telling me Penny brought you back to life.”
“I don’t know what happened. I was dead and now I guess… I'm not.”]]>quentin/eliot themagicians peacefrog post-413 fix!it alive!Q post-monsterhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:65f86f837d43/You and You and Me - ohmarqueliot - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-07T10:46:17+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18737089
greedy_dancerFeeling almost detached from the whole situation, Quentin forced a laugh, still struggling to settle into an appropriate response. “Alice, I don’t think you -”
“I don’t think you want to finish that sentence,” she said firmly, her eyebrows lifting. “You think I haven’t thought this through? You think I’m some naive girl who’s grasping at straws so she doesn’t lose her boyfriend? I know what I’m talking about, Quentin.”
And he believed her. He did. He didn’t think you could grow up in the family she had without a basic understanding of polyamory. If anything, he was surprised she didn’t have horrible associations with the idea, considering her parents. But that still didn’t mean that she meant it, that she’d thought it through, that it was what she really wanted. “Yeah, but do you really want this? Like - really. Alice… it’s not always an easy thing. If Eliot is pushing this and you don’t want it...” He could just imagine it. Eliot, making a joke about sharing him that turned out to be not so much of a joke, and then here they were, in a situation that she didn’t want -
“I know that,” she said firmly, then paused, her face softening. “I'm the one who suggested it. We talked about it a few times, and then had some time to think about it, and talked about it some more.”]]>ohmarqueliot themagicians quentin/eliot quentin/alice eliot/quentin/alice OT3 polyamory finale-what-finale alive!Q post-413 post-monster happy!ending not-NC17 eliot&alicehttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:fa534ac72363/What Matter Where (https://archiveofourown.org/works/18724021)2019-05-05T22:55:06+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18724021
greedy_dancer"Just tell me what you agreed. Get it over with.”
“Six months as his, umm, consort in the underworld, six months on Earth,” said Eliot. “Or Fillory, I guess. Above ground. Topside. Whatever. You get back to help Josh and Fen, Quentin gets – to be alive again.”
“And what do you get?” said Margo. “What do you fucking get, Eliot?”
“I get to know that Quentin’s alive,” said Eliot. “I don’t even care – or I do care, but I’ll cope – if he doesn’t want me, if he wants Alice or no-one or someone we haven’t even met yet. I get to know he’s – fucking walking the dog or reading his stupid books or smiling at Julia. I get to know that Josh and Fen – and I care about them too, you know – aren’t rotting in the ground somewhere. And that you’re with them.”
“While you’re in the Underworld,” said Margo. “You never bothered to read the classics, did you?"
]]>achray themagicians quentin/eliot eliot/omc post-413 fix!it wip *** .topodfic? .bpauthor .bedtimehttps://twitter.com/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:86c828fe34b5/The Ways We Fit Together - portraitofemmy - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-04T23:36:54+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18588940
greedy_dancer“So I freaked out,” Quentin says, while Eliot settles down half on top of him.
“You totally did,” Eliot agrees. Q’s starting to look a little sheepish again, turtle in on himself, and that’s the last thing Eliot wants. His fingers find Quentin’s hair, smooth through the soft strands until the repetitive motion starts to soothe Q’s nerves. “Do you know why?”
Quentin shrugs, eyes flicking around the candle lit room, until they land on Eliot’s. “I got caught up in my head, I guess. Couldn’t focus.”
“Why?” Eliot asks, confused, because of all firsts they’d had together, this seems, well. Tame. “I mean, why is this different than anything else we’ve done?”
“Because there’s more pressure? I mean, it’s on me to make it good, right?”
Oh. “Baby,” Eliot says, and he’s gotta work really hard to keep the laughter out of his voice, still isn’t sure he succeeds. “I don’t care what our dicks are doing. If you think that whatever we do together isn’t gonna be me fucking you stupid, then you’re not paying attention.”
It’s amusing, almost, how Q’s eyes go hot and dark and hungry at that. It would be, except it makes Eliot’s stomach clench, makes longing crash over him in a heady wave.]]>quentin/eliot d/s portraitofemmy themagicians mosaic!fic sequel bottom!eliothttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:2330df3ad38b/my heart restarts, my life replays - campchitaqua - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-04T16:06:30+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18704851
greedy_dancerHe slides his hands up Quentin’s shirt sleeves, around to the backs of his shoulders to pull him in closer, but he drops them the moment he feels resistance, circling back down to Quentin’s elbows.
Quentin is the one to break away though, this time, and Eliot lets him, watches him take a breath. And another. Tracks his hand as he gently takes Eliot’s wrist and lifts it up between them, holds it there. When he glances back over at Quentin, it’s to find him watching, eyes wide and focused on Eliot’s face, searching. It’s me, It’s me, I’m here , he wants to say, but doesn’t. Instead, he watches Quentin watching him, and counts his heartbeats - one, two, three, four, five - until Quentin swallows, tightly, and places Eliot’s hand on his neck.
“Oh.” Eliot says, softly, feeling the shudder that runs through Quentin at the contact reflected in the shock sizzling through his own nerves - for entirely different reasons. It hurts to see Quentin’s jaw tighten, his eyes squeeze closed, and Eliot breathes through an indescribable tug in his chest, again, at the thought of this being something Quentin would ever have to be afraid of. He wants to pull his hand away, to murmur and soothe, but Quentin still has a hold on his wrist. Quentin wants him there. “Red, yellow, or green?” He asks, softly, and Quentin, who had been slipping, slowly, out of this moment, pulls back in. ]]>themagicians quentin/eliot post-monster h/c fix!it alive!Q campchitaqua finale-what-finalehttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:cc53eab2ea00/press your love into my palm - propinquitous - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-04T14:39:07+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18702073
greedy_dancerHe was used to casual sex, sex with friends, never felt like this kind of intimacy needed to be limited to one context. Still, there was no denying what Quentin had always done to him, and what a year functionally alone together had amplified. He wanted to peel off his skin and reveal himself, let Quentin see his ugly insides and give him the chance to decide to love him anyway.
Beneath him, Quentin let out a long moan.
"El, please, please make me come," he sighed, his voice too worn out for anything else. "I can't, please, I," Quentin didn't know it but begging always tapped something deep in Eliot, made him helpless to do anything other than what he was asked to do, made him more turned on than anything.]]>quentin/eliot themagicians first-time mosaic!fic propinquitous pwphttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:4c3827ebc6ad/and if i do (perhaps i am myself again) - alasse - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-04T12:26:13+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18690448
greedy_dancer“I just. Everett showed up, and we were so close, but he smashed the mirror and I… I just had to fix it. I felt like I had to fix it.”
“But you knew what it would do to you, in the Mirror World. Alice must have reminded you,” Margo said.
“She did. I knew.” Quentin shrugged, tried to come up with the right words to explain again, but could only hear Alice, could only hear himself, saying your brain breaks sometimes. “It seemed like what I should do.”
Margo just looked at him for a moment. “Quentin, do you realize what it would have done to him, if he’d woken up and you were…” she trailed off, glancing away. “Fuck, you little shit, do you realize what it would have done to me?”
“I - I didn’t think, it was-“
“I never told you, did I, what I always told El?” Margo interrupted. “The difference between a live hero and a dead moron is a stupid decision. And I know we haven’t talked in a while, Q, between getting ourselves erased and me getting thrown back to Fillory by Ember, but.” She stopped, shifted a little closer to Quentin. “I thought we’d settled this, when we refused to let you be the Monster’s jailer for the rest of your life - we need you around, you asshole. Do you think Eliot and I just go around making friends all the time? This - all of this - it only makes sense because you’re the one that’s brought us together.”]]>themagicians quentin/eliot not-NC17 alasse fix!it post-413 alive!Q happy!ending quentin&julia quentin&margo quentin&alice finale-what-finalehttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:a5af0ecac55b/Your Hand of Gold - pineapplecrushface - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-04T12:21:59+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18335348
greedy_dancerHe loved Eliot’s persona, of course. It was Eliot as he wanted to be seen, and Quentin basked in the created parts as well as everything underneath. It was all Eliot, really. Half a century was barely enough to figure him out, but there were some things Quentin knew and one of those things was that Eliot was good at anything he put his hands to. He’d make driving look easy. Quentin, who had grown from an extremely anxious driver to a slightly less anxious driver, had a vision of Eliot’s long fingers on the wheel of a car, the entire elegant line of him in tune with the machine. He shivered all over and stared at Eliot almost without seeing him, his entire body suddenly alight. Eliot would push his sleeves up—Quentin fucking loved when Eliot pushed his sleeves up—and he’d just…he’d just—
Eliot turned to him as if he knew exactly what Quentin was thinking and waved him over, and Quentin went as if dragged by a string, his legs wobbly.
“Hey,” he said, clipped, sliding his fingers around Eliot’s wrist. He felt twitchy, like he was making grabby motions and not quite getting what he wanted.
“Hey,” Eliot said, giving him one of those tiny little looks that combined curiosity and concentration and love. Whenever they kissed, he always seemed to be trying to figure Quentin out and liking whatever he discovered, which was gratifying. Afterward, anyway. In the moment, Quentin’s brain was usually pretty much static. Kind of like now.
“I, uh,” he said. He tugged on Eliot’s wrist, breathing too hard, and could see the moment Eliot caught on. That little Well, what do we have here? look deepened and he bent his head down to murmur in Quentin’s ear, which was a smart move because Quentin wanted to fucking climb him.]]>quentin/eliot themagicians pineapplecrushface sequel mosaic!fic post-monster pre-413 .bpauthorhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:203987e4ae7b/Lover's Touch (https://archiveofourown.org/works/18651028)2019-05-03T23:50:37+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18651028
greedy_dancer"Quentin?" Eliot said, a little uncertain. He kept his hand on Q's face, running his fingers up and down, petting gently. Q's harsh breathing began to slow back down to a quiet wheeze. "Q, can you hear me?"
"Mmm. Hurts..." Q said softly. "...less, now." He lifted a hand weakly, brushing it over Eliot's where it rested against his face.
Eliot's face was a study in contrasts - heartbroken and agonized, yes - but also unbelievably tender, full of so much gentle affection that Julia felt mesmerized by it, second-hand. "I'm here," he said, his voice wobbling and distorting around the words. He brushed his thumb lightly across Q's cracked lower lip, and then brought his other hand up, curling it along the other side of Q's face. Q gave a soft, peaceful sounding sigh, his eyelashes fluttering as he fought to keep his eyes on Eliot.
"Oh my God."
It was Alice, her voice cold and shocked. Despite the fact that she'd been in the bed next to Q this whole time, plastered up against his side, Julia had managed to nearly forget about her. She sat up in the bed, staring down at Quentin with a look Julia could almost describe as disgust on her face. She got up, disconnecting herself from Quentin, and Julia was about to protest that she shouldn't risk such a thing when suddenly the full impact of what had just happened slammed into her.
"Holy shit," Penny-23 said from across the room, seemingly coming to the same conclusion.]]>themagicians quentin/eliot future!fic post-monster au rizandace h/c post-413 quentin/alice alive!Q happy!ending *** finale-what-finalehttps://twitter.com/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:51c58f91a0ed/Shaping the Doorway - pineapplecrushface - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-03T10:07:12+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18148709
greedy_dancer[Q] liked to sleep in Eliot’s old shirt. It had no buttons left and was frayed several inches from every hem, but he wore it with his shorts to bed and Eliot tried to find it annoying but couldn’t. He liked looking across their little sleeping area to see Quentin curled up in his bed, hands tucked inside his too-long sleeves.
In the morning he shrugged out of it and hung it on the hook next to his bed, and Eliot happened to turn at the right moment to see his bare back in the light, the Q in the tattoo suddenly stark and beautiful against his skin. His mouth dropped open a little bit and he was on his feet, standing behind Quentin, before he had even realized it. Q gave him a curious look over his shoulder.
“I keep forgetting about your tattoo,” he said. “You just never seem like the type.”
He ran a thumb over the scrollwork and opened his mouth to say something about how pretty it was, but Quentin went suddenly very still. Eliot jerked his fingers away, an apology on his tongue.
“Wait,” he said instead, remembering. “The tattoo feels good, doesn’t it?” ]]>quentin/eliot themagicians *** pineapplecrushface tattoo mosaic!fic post-monster happy!ending pre-413 quentin/eliot/arielle sequel .bpauthorhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:f3fc04a12207/The Honor of Your Presence - Page161of180 - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-05-03T08:52:39+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18664558
greedy_dancerThe doors swung open and there was Margo, in a gown with literal spikes on the shoulders and a slit that made Marina want to weep . She had Eliot on her arm-- and it was super clear that it was in fact Eliot on her arm, and not the other way around-- looking hot enough in the aforementioned crushed-velvet trouser-and-tails ensemble that Marina actually noticed him, even next to the concentrated fierceness of King Margo, long may she reign. The pair of them were clearly in their element, striding up the aisle like they owned the place-- which maybe they did? Marina’s honestly still fuzzy on exactly how the whole grad-students-slash-colonizers thing is working out. Eliot in particular took in each detail of the room like an artist surveying his brush strokes, registering approval but not surprise at each impeccable detail.
It was only when the two of them reached the arch at the front of the room, and Margo cupped Eliot’s cheeks to press a long, easy kiss to his mouth, that Marina began to suspect what they were in for. Because there was no hiding the telltale shimmer in Eliot’s eyes as Margo pulled back and pretended to wipe her black-red lipstick from his lower lip (as if Margo Hanson would fuck around with anything but smudge-proof). Marina’s row was close enough to the action that she could hear Margo’s “now go get him, baby, and don’t you fuck it up,” as she walked away, followed by the little hum that Eliot didn’t suppress quickly enough.]]>page161of180 themagicians quentin/eliot marriage!fic future!fic fix!it post-413 outsidePOV alive!Q finale-what-finalehttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:19dc5fad77f6/In the Woods Somewhere - pineapplecrushface - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-04-28T22:01:11+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18546205
greedy_dancer“Vix, come on,” he said, laughing. “You’re acting like I’ve got two heads.”
“I think you kind of do, actually,” she said, and in the same strange voice, she asked, “Q, do you love Eliot?”
“Yes,” he said, closing his eyes to let it wash through him. That love—it felt like it came from everything around him, every joyful thing that had ever existed, funneled right into him and through him and he was on fire with it, absolutely beautifully on fire.
He shivered, shaking his head. His throat felt weird, like he was having an allergic reaction. “Did you say something?”
“I asked,” she said slowly, “if you love Eliot.”
“Of course,” he said. “My friends are basically my family. Well, maybe not Penny.”
“Shit,” Alice said. “Shit, Q. Fucking shit.”
“What?” He realized his face was wet, and wiped his eyes. “Am I crying? What’s going on?”
“Something is really wrong,” she said, grabbing his hand and dragging him from the room.]]>*** pineapplecrushface themagicians quentin/eliot post-413 happy!ending fix!it alive!Q .bpauthorhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:e9479e3f38e0/What Are Friends For? - ohmarqueliot - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-04-25T21:34:45+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/16198715
greedy_dancer“I feel like my game is off, Margo,” he said with a dramatic sigh.
He felt as much as heard her chuckle. “Oh, so this is about Quentin.”
He didn’t bother trying to deny it – she always saw straight through him. He tilted his head so that his cheek pressed against the top of her head. “I haven’t woken up with a boner this often since junior high. It’s been days since I’ve had a good sleep. I just really want to put my dick in his mouth,” he said wistfully, feeling said dick twitch at the thought. “Don’t you think he’d look so pretty with my dick in his mouth?”
Pulling back, Margo leaned her hand on his opposite leg and twisted her body so that she could look at him squarely. “You’re really worked up on him, aren’t you?” she said slowly, a smile spreading across her face as her eyes lit up with surprise and delight. She glanced down at his crotch and her smile widened. “You’re all worked up right now.”
Groaning quietly, Eliot closed his eyes, slumping further down on the couch. “So much.”]]>eliot/margo ohmarqueliot quentin/eliot themagicians voyeurism pre-413https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:572782330ac0/Pause, Restart - moosetifying - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-04-24T17:37:41+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18574009
greedy_dancerWavery, pale, insubstantial: Eliot could see the hallway beyond right through him. But he was undeniably Quentin; there was a presence about him, if not a physical one, some sort of mental or spiritual heft that the amnesiac physical Quentin had been missing.
“Quentin,” Eliot breathed, and carefully stepped toward him. Julia, hand still in his, went with him.
They looked at Quentin for a moment and Quentin looked back. He appeared—like himself; his hair was longer than it had been on the physical body waiting out in the real world. But he also seemed shrunken somehow, diminished. Something beyond just lacking a physical body. He looked like there was something in him that was eating him up from the inside out.
“Oh, fuck,” he said at last, and started to cry.
Eliot cried too. So did Julia. For a few, ridiculous minutes all the three of them did was stare at each other and cry and cry. For once, Eliot didn’t try to hold anything back; there was no one to hide from here, really. There was only pain, fully bared to the world.
Quentin was crying so hard it shook his entire, fragile, not-there body, tears that seemed painful on an incomprehensible level. “Fuck,” he said again, “oh god, fuck. I’m so sorry.”]]>moosetifying quentin/eliot themagicians post-413 fix!it character!death grief alive!Qhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:b9b486f8c8db/and then some - wekeepeachotherhuman - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-04-24T15:44:51+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/16474931
greedy_dancer “It’s just a shadow,” Eliot says. “A spill,” he continues, shrugging. “I loved him, that doesn’t mean, I…”
“So what if it does?” Margo asks.
“Margo,” Eliot says, rolling his eyes.
“So what if it does?” Margo repeats.
“I’m married,” Eliot says. “ Twice .”
“And when you weren’t, who did you choose?”
Eliot shakes his head, pulls his hand away from Margo and clasps them together in his lap. “I wouldn’t call it a choice. We were… It was just us.”
“Jesus Christ,” Margo mutters. “I’m trying to…” She takes a deep breath, readies herself to start over. “You know, it’s okay to have feelings every now and then.”
“That never goes well for me,” Eliot says back. ]]>pre-413 post-mosaic wekeepeachotherhuman themagicians quentin/eliot angst eliot&margohttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:1a3c40c25a74/Consumation - Merit - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-04-24T15:24:32+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/16962669
greedy_dancer“We could die tomorrow,” Quentin said, running his teeth up Eliot’s jawline, fingers digging the waistline of his trousers, buttons popping off his shirt. “Don’t you want to fuck before then?”
“Well,” Eliot said, spreading his legs, Quentin’s head dark between his thighs, “Your logic is impeccable.” [...]
“Fuck you’re going to be the death of me,” Eliot said, running a hand through Quentin’s hair.
“You know I like it when you pull it,” Quentin said softly, like a feather falling through the air.
Eliot paused, Quentin’s hair still threaded through his fingers. And yes, he did know. He’d lost count, then, the number of times Quentin had fallen to his knees in the soft dirt. Quentin had smiled up at him, wrinkles forming like a fine tapestry across his face over the years. Then he’d press his head against Eliot’s hand, smiling, the taste of peaches on his lips.
He pulled, gently, Quentin arching back like a violin in his hands. There was an expression of pure joy on his face and it was probably mirrored on his own.]]>quentin/eliot themagicians pre-413 post-mosaic merithttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:9aef6d45ecb1/To Give You Hope and a Future - Page161of180 - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-04-23T22:54:10+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18527407
greedy_dancer“You have so much to live for, El. So much to offer,” he says, with silent apologies to every person who ever told him the same and ended up on the receiving end of his rolling eyes. It’s not the right thing to say, but he’s never been good at saying the right things to Eliot, no matter how much he loves him. “I know how much it hurts right now,” he says, trying another tack.
But Eliot jumps out of his seat with a scoff. “You have no idea how this feels.”
Quentin’s husband has come back to him, young and whole, and it takes less than an hour alone for Quentin to roll his eyes at him. He doesn’t bother with the obvious rejoinder, the fact that the cup of water that Eliot is still worrying in his hands has been touched by no one, served to no one, in eight years. Instead, he says, “You’re still so young. You can love again. I want that for you.”
He means it. It breaks his heart in pieces, but he means it.]]>themagicians fix!it page161of180 quentin/eliot angst grief character!death post-413https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:d43d00d6558e/still (get through) - CivilWhere - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-04-17T21:11:44+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18261809
greedy_dancer“I need to hear you say it, Q,” Eliot had said their first night together (the third night since he got back, after two nights spent pressed against each other so tightly they were a mess of limbs and sweat-stuck skin in the morning but too worn and frayed to do anything except sleep and hold each other and sleep), his thumb tugging gently at Quentin's bottom lip as if he were coaxing the words out like a wobbly-legged foal from a stable. [...]
“I want to take you in my mouth,” he'd said, watching the way Eliot's eyes slid almost closed before going wide and desperate when Quentin continued. “I want to taste you. I want to taste all of you, every part of you. I've missed,” he'd paused, swallowed. “I've missed how you taste, El. Missed it so badly.”
They'd both been crying by the end of it. ]]>civilwhere themagicians quentin/eliot post-monster sex!tears consent!porn pre-413https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:cf9839edcc0b/Potential New Boyfriend - longnationalnightmare - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-04-16T12:50:44+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17870156
greedy_dancerlongnationalnightmare video themagicians quentin/eliot crack pre-413https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:f640fac06400/Monsterless - portraitofemmy - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-04-14T17:51:26+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18443000
greedy_dancerQuentin had always been the brave one, the one who went out on a limb. He’d kissed Eliot on the mosaic, sweetly and with no expectation. He was the one who returned to Eliot’s side, again and again during that life they lived and lost. It had been Quentin, brave sweet Quentin, who’d asked for another shot. And Eliot had run away.
There was no doubt that Q deserved better than that. That he probably deserved better than Eliot, but Eliot’s the one who’s here. He’s the one Q chose and keeps choosing, against all odds. He’s the only one here, watching Quentin curl into himself, whiskey breaking the damns he’d put up around his own grief.
“Baby,” Eliot whispers, his own heart breaking, shuddering and dying in his chest as Q’s face crumples. Oh, oh Eliot’s an ass, he doesn’t deserve Quentin, but Quentin deserves someone who can love him the way he needs and... Eliot can do that. He can. “Baby, c’mere.”]]>portraitofemmy themagicians quentin/eliot au h/c grief pre-413https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:3048a02a86ec/Imagination Succumbs - templemarker - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-04-13T22:11:15+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18265685
greedy_dancer"Are you fucking kidding me," he says flatly to the giant dick framed by a set of improbably round balls laid out into the mosaic.
Eliot's pleased smile only increases -- it's at Chesire Cat levels now. "You don't think this is the 'beauty of all life'? Come now, Quentin, you must defend your criticism. Art stands on its own merits."
"I can't believe you wasted an afternoon to make a dick joke," Quentin grumbles, slowly climbing down from the stair, notebook tucked under his arm.
Eliot stretches languorously; a perfect beam of sunlight hits him through the treeline and he looks like he's about to swipe a feather out of the air. "Ah, but an artistic dick joke."]]>themagicians templemaker mosaic!fic quentin/eliot quentin/arielle humour pre-413https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:bf2abf96352d/Your Day Number One In the Rest of Forever - jjtaylor - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-04-13T22:07:27+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18327839
greedy_dancer“Oops,” Quentin says, and then he kisses Eliot; not the soft, gentle kiss of exploration that they'd shared on their anniversary, but a kiss full of saved up thoughts, like pages and pages of confession spilling from a diary, but here it's Quentin's breath spilling across Eliot's cheek, Quentin's tongue moving slick and hot against Eliot's own. Eliot pulls Quentin down against him, spreads his legs out so Quentin’s between them.
How often has he thought about pushing Quentin down on the damn mosaic and kissing him stupid? No, that’s like asking how many times he's blinked since they'd been here. How many times has he considered it a real possibility? That they could do this – that he could have this, even once, before Quentin went all skittery and nervous, afraid he was missing some big adventure just beyond the tree line?]]>themagicians jjtaylor quentin/eliot mosaic!fic pre-413https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:13ed09e085df/As Sharks in Sheep's Clothing - Giddygeek - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-04-13T19:09:56+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17939744
greedy_dancer“I like her,” the monster said. “Let her stay and be my friend.”
Quentin and Eliot looked at each other. The thought of the monster alone with Alice, and Alice alone with the source of the wellspring of all magic: no. Eliot had enough rivers of blood on his hands already.
Know that when I’m brave, it’s because I learned it from you, he thought. Quentin didn’t know; Quentin had been a memory when Eliot said that to him. But Eliot had meant it. He could act on it. He could show Q, take the first step on the long path of making things right.
“Why don’t you come with us,” he said to the monster, trying for the light reasonableness of Quentin’s voice; the way they had talked to their son, when he was small and irrational. “Me and Q. We’ll make you a deal. We’ll take you away from here, away from the wellspring and Blackspire—”
“—and the monsters,” the monster said. It shivered, cowering against Quentin’s side. Q looked down on it and hesitated, but put his arm across its shoulders protectively. ]]>themagicians giddygeek quentin/eliot pre-413 post-monster kid!fic child!fichttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:b17463b00024/A Year In The Life - portraitofemmy - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-04-13T16:43:52+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18363482
greedy_dancerKnowing, and being known, that was... new and terrifying. And surprisingly exciting. [...] But Quentin’s not a virgin, and has been sexually active since college, and he just... misses sex. Kind of. Sometimes. [...]
Occasionally it flits into his brain, what it might be like to have both, but he squashes those thoughts down mercilessly. There was only so much any one person could reasonably be asked to give to someone else.
But that didn’t mean he didn’t wake up some mornings, comfortably wrapped in warmth with the smell of Eliot clinging him, and ache with want.
Didn’t mean he didn’t sometimes give into to it, take himself in hand and revel in the memory. Eliot’s lips on his. Eliot’s skin on his. Eliot’s beautiful intimidating cock stretching his jaw until it ached. Eliot’s hand in his hair, guiding, gentle until it wasn’t, and oh how he’d moaned for that. Eliot, noticing, tugging. Eliot, turned on by turning Q on. Eliot, Eliot, Eliot.]]>themagicians mosaic!fic quentin/eliot portraitofemmy h/c pre-413https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:5086dff245c6/while ye may, go marry - threerings - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-04-13T16:28:25+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18444050
greedy_dancer“Are you begging already?” Eliot ran a single finger down his chest, avoiding any particularly sensitive areas. He strained against his bonds anyway, trying to follow the contact. “Patience, Q. We’ve got the whole night to ourselves with Teddy staying in the village. I plan to take full advantage of this rare opportunity.” Quentin gave a little groan of complaint, even as he thrilled inwardly. It had been too long since they’d been able to play like this. ]]>threerings themagicians quentin/eliot mosaic!fic pwp kink bdsm toys pre-413https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:ef9137ed4013/nothing but time - kaci3PO - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-04-12T21:16:26+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/14757497
greedy_dancer The first few hesitant kisses had Eliot sure that Quentin had never been with a man before, but that assumption hadn't lasted for very long. He'd had too much dick-sucking technique for it to be his first time. But he'd never shown any interest after, and Eliot couldn't tell if it was because of the guilt over hurting Alice or if he just wasn't interested.
So he can't help smiling as he leans back in, deepening the kiss and cupping Quentin's face with one hand. He's waited so long for some sign that Quentin is aware of what's between them.
The last time they did this had been hurried and frantic, three emotion-drunk assholes fumbling in the dark. It had been good fumbling, yes, but Eliot was absolutely sure it could've been better if they'd taken their time. After a year in Fillory working on the mosaic, it feels like the two of them have nothing but time now, at least for tonight; if he's being given a second chance at this, Eliot fully intends to do the thing properly . ]]>pwp themagicians kaci3PO quentin/eliot mosaic!fic pre-413 .bpauthorhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:1d11ae0f83c7/until the hour of separation - kaci3PO - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-04-12T20:45:00+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/14682783
greedy_dancer"Why haven't you kissed me since we got back?" Quentin asks, seemingly apropos of nothing.
"I—" Eliot hesitates, then goes for the easier answer. "Last time I kissed you in this timeline, it didn't really end well. Besides, you haven't kissed me, either."
Quentin sits up and takes Eliot's hand in his. "This is so— it's ridiculous, is what it is. I remember being in love with you."
"As opposed to before, when you were just dazzled by my wit and charming good looks."
He shouldn't keep trying to change the tone of the conversation; he knows that. He just can't see a way for any of this to end well if Quentin keeps talking. Eliot is still the High King of Fillory in this timeline. He still has a wife and maybe a fiance, and the entire weight of another world on his shoulders. ]]>kaci3PO themagicians quentin/eliot post-mosaic pre-413 .bpauthorhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:089a3ad2b4d9/Bedtime Stories (https://archiveofourown.org/works/18436469)2019-04-12T06:36:54+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18436469
greedy_dancer “Would you tell me a bedtime story?” he finally asked quietly, with heavy-lidded eyes, still staring at the television.
Eliot’s heart throbbed. *Are you asking because you miss me? Eliot wanted to ask. Or just because you’re still not okay and I make you feel better?*
And also: *Is this what being brave means? That I don’t ask, and I just keep opening my heart to you, because I fucked up and didn’t choose you, and she had already given you the words you needed by the time I got free of the Monster that hurt you that you still won’t talk about?*
And: *Does it mean I never point out that you never chose me, either, not really? Not in the ways that mean anything?*
“Eliot?” Quentin whispered. So, Eliot spoke. ]]>themagicians quentin/eliot quentin/alice post-monster angst page161of180 open!ending metahttps://twitter.com/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:7d447964302f/wellspring - peacefrog - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-04-11T22:55:42+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18174503
greedy_dancerThey had names for one another in Fillory. Silly things. Things he can only whisper now in the dark and to himself so quiet his ears can’t make out the sounds. But his lips know the shape of every syllable, each one slipping from his tongue and flowing into the night, a secret shared by two.
It’s as though a part of himself has been wrenched away. Fifty years. He can hardly conceive of such a thing. This body that he’s in has only been on the earth half as long. It’s impossible. An impossible thing. Quentin thinks of the name Eliot would call him in the darkest hours of night and shivers.
Sweetheart. Quentin would laugh at that, Eliot’s smile tracing a path along his neck, Eliot’s hands touching the softest parts of him and pulling him close.
Quentin finds a bed to crawl into, buries his face in someone else’s pillow. Darling. Darling. Eliot had laughed and laughed. “You’ve never called anyone that in your life.”
Quentin had kissed the slope of Eliot’s bare shoulder, whispered, “Maybe no one’s ever made me feel like saying it before.”]]>themagicians peacefrog quentin/eliot post-monster *** pre-413https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:4c9ccfd7ef61/The Dreamers - hetrez - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-04-10T21:39:11+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18417935
greedy_dancer
“Good,” Fen said, “because I’d like you to be her godfather.”
Eliot nearly pitched forward on the stairs. “What?” He asked weakly.
Fen kept walking, and Eliot let himself be towed along like a barge. She said, “Margo told me I shouldn’t ask you about family stuff right now because you’re sensitive.”
Hey, Eliot thought.
“But I don’t know when you’re coming back,” Fen said. “And this isn’t something you can talk about by bunny.” [...]
“But, Margo?”
Fen glanced at him. “Well, Margo said she’d be the first godfather. [...] Earth would be the safest place for her, if anything happened to me. And Margo said she’s not the stay-at-home type, but that you’re with Quentin now and Quentin is.”
Eliot felt every hair on his body stand on end. He jerked to a stop, and Fen stumbled, and he righted her and then stepped back and held his hands away. If anyone touched him right now, if anyone spoke to him, he didn’t know what he would do. Jesus, Bambi.]]>themagicians hetrez quentin/eliot fix!it domestic!fic baby!fic future!fic post-monster pre-413 alive!Q .bpauthorhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:4792d03be836/Magicians season 4, episode 5 recap: “Escape From the Happy Place” goes Brideshead Revisited - Vox2019-04-10T21:30:04+00:00
https://www.vox.com/culture/2019/2/24/18236254/magicians-season-4-episode-5-recap-escape-from-happy-place-quentin-eliot-brideshead-revisited
greedy_dancerThis week, The Magicians TV show finally made the subtext text. It explicitly signposted Quentin and Eliot’s story as one of romantic love, one where they would kiss and express their love for each other and it wouldn’t be a weird self-destructive one-off. It made the slash canon. [...]
But regardless of what happens next, The Magicians has accomplished something big. At last, it has turned 74 years of subtext into text. It has turned the love that dare not speak its name into the inarguable center of a love story.]]>themagicians article quentin/eliot slash fandom metahttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:3e76ae99be93/almost (sweet music) - vowelinthug - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]2019-04-08T06:13:30+00:00
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greedy_dancerAll they needed to do to move on is confess their Secrets Taken To The Grave, but Quentin is having a hard time thinking of any. There’s the secret that he and his friends ended the world, accidentally, which should have counted since no one else knew it but them. But it doesn’t count because it’s a secret he shares. Whether or not he’s admitted it out loud to anyone else is irrelevant. People already know. [...]
“Do you think regrets count as secrets?”
Eliot already looks done with the conversation. He closes his eyes briefly and shrugs. “If you didn’t tell anymore, then yeah, probably.”
“Okay,” Quentin says, looking back into his beer. [...]
“Well, come on, Q,” says Eliot. “Don’t leave me hanging.”
“What?”
“You can’t just tease me like that,” he says, leaning closer. “Aren’t you going to share with the class?”
Quentin really should save it for the Secrets room, but as soon as they confess everything, they’ll disappear from here. He has no idea what’s waiting for them when that happens, if they’ll ever see each other again. The thought fills him with panic.]]>themagicians quentin/eliot au angst character!death happy!ending mosaic!fic vowelinthug amnesia .bpauthor pre-413https://twitter.com/https://pinboard.in/u:greedy_dancer/b:3bb23bf5a964/