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“Are you telling me you’re actually a—”
“You don’t have to rub it in.”
Or: Margo needs to workshop her insult material. Quentin gets his cherry popped. Second time’s a charm.
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29 Sep 2021
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Quentin is, of course, still curled in a ball when Eliot glides down beside him. He moves slowly so as not to spook the poor thing, and it takes three gentle coughs from his throat before Quentin finally lifts his head from his hands, blinking at Eliot with a blank expression.
Eliot gives him a small, hopefully genial smile. “Mind if I join you?”
“Oh, Jesus Christ.” Quentin rolls his eyes back and slams his head into the wall.
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Eliot Waugh has been captivated by Quentin Coldwater since the moment their eyes first met. Unfortunately, their eyes first met while Eliot was hooking up with Quentin’s boyfriend.
It’s not exactly Casablanca.
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07 Sep 2021
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Holy fucking hell. It really is him.
“Eliot,” he says, mouth hanging open as he registers the radiant white robes, a shimmering pattern of gold vines twisting and cracking across the diaphanous fabric like lightning. What the fuck is he wearing? He looks like—like a—
“You—you’re a—” Quentin’s eyes snap shut, as though reality might reshape itself into something that actually makes any fucking sense when he opens them. Nope. No such luck. “You’re a priest.”
Silence stretches a chasm between them until, finally: “I’m not a priest.”
(After surviving the monster, Quentin and Eliot drifted apart. Five years later, Quentin ventures into the Fillorian wilderness to find his old friend.)
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05 Sep 2021
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“Shouldn’t it just be like...true love’s kiss or something?”
“I just brought you back from the dead, Quentin Coldwater. Why would you ever think a simple kiss would be enough for a spell such as that?”
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In which Alice isn’t the only one with a plan to save Quentin, Eliot and Julia are best friends with a common goal, and Quentin gets in his own way.
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01 Jul 2021
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“Holy shit,” Julia says. She lets her bag drop to the floor, her eyes wide as she walks around the statue. “Q, this is amazing. I knew you had talent from the stuff you made at Columbia, but this—wow.”
“Thanks,” Quentin says tightly. He looks over the sculpture, trying to imagine seeing it with Julia’s eyes. All he sees are the imperfections—the cracks in the clay that he needs to fill, the indentations of his fingers he needs to smooth out, or the malformed spots he needs to revisit. But when he strips all that away and imagines that someone else made it, that a stranger’s hands spent so many hours recreating the love of his life—he can admit it’s the best thing he’s ever made.
“Who is he?” Julia asks. “I don’t think I’ve met him. Pretty sure I would remember.”
“You remember a couple of months ago, I told you I kept dreaming about a guy?”
“Yeah? He’s—” She looks at the sculpture, and then back to Quentin. “No way. He’s real? You met him?” Her eyes are wide, a smile starting to form on her face.
“Not exactly,” Quentin says.
A Queliot fanfiction, with a Pygmalion twist.
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- Part 2 of Soulmates, Bitches!
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29 Jun 2021