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eliotqueliot · 6 months
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Chapters: 1/10 Fandom: The Magicians (TV), The Magicians - Lev Grossman Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Quentin Coldwater/Eliot Waugh, Margo Hanson & Eliot Waugh, Margo Hanson/Julia Wicker, Eliot Waugh & Julia Wicker, Quentin Coldwater & Julia Wicker, Quentin Coldwater & Margo Hanson Characters: Eliot Waugh, Margo Hanson, Julia Wicker, Quentin Coldwater, Alice Quinn (The Magicians), Josh Hoberman, Fen (The Magicians), Rupert Chatwin | Dark King Sebastian, Jane Chatwin, 23rd Timeline William "Penny" Adiyodi, 40th Timeline William "Penny"Adiyodi, William "Penny" Adiyodi, Henry Fogg, 24th Timeline Alice Quinn (The Magicians), Kady Orloff-Diaz, Todd (The Magicians) Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Canonical Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Violence, Blood and Violence, Soulmates, queliot, endgame queliot, Underworld, Resurrection, Dark Fantasy, Margo Hanson is a Good Friend, Julia Wicker is a Good Friend, Quentin Coldwater Lives, Depression, References to Depression, References to Shadeless Julia Wicker, Shadeless Eliot Waugh, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, Castle Whitespire, Mountain of Ghosts, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fillory (The Magicians), Goddess Julia Wicker, Crying, Fix-It, Alternate Universe Series: Part 2 of You Want It Darker? Series Summary:
Eliot finds among Jane Chatwin’s things perhaps a way to bring back Quentin—but it comes at an enormous personal cost: during the ritual, Eliot is stripped of his Shade completely. Violently ripping the reigning Dark King from the throne, Eliot assumes the mantle of Dark High King—a truly malevolent force who will do anything to get Quentin back. Even if it means he becomes somebody the man he loves won’t recognize when Eliot rescues Quentin from the Underworld. By any means necessary.
—summary from you want it darker? || dark king eliot [graphic + fanmix] by victoriaandalbert
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itsminimes · 10 months
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Because I am still thinking of merman Quentin:
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A Fairytale with a Fishtail
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kythwena · 2 years
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“Besides, we agreed I get to die first.” “We agreed no such thing.” “I’m afraid I must insist,” Eliot says, teasing and deadly serious all at once. “I couldn’t bear it any other way.” Quentin looks at him, and he’s sure his face is positively nauseating to behold, dripping with adoration and love, but he can’t control it. Not now, not after everything. “You leave the heavier burden to me.” “You’re the stronger of the two of us,” Eliot says, picking up Quentin’s hand and kissing it once, very gently, on the palm. “You can bear it.” The Way a Fool Would Do by Rizandace @nellie-elizabeth Collection: Parts of One Whole - The Magicians Soulmate Collection The Magicians | S03E05: A Life in the Day (2018)
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ameliajessica · 2 years
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"Eliot is grateful to have packed very conservative, very family-friendly sleepwear. It hadn’t been for this scenario in mind (he’d thought more, like, what can he wear in the morning in front of Quentin and Quentin’s father and God, that would have made him seem. Presentable), but nevertheless, being covered up is certainly helping. Quentin smirks a little when Eliot first steps out of the bathroom, something about Eliot’s silky, maroon PJ’s apparently amusing to him. What? he asks, but Quentin just shakes his little head, coyly saying, nothing, nothing, like that makes any sense. Quentin, of course, wears a ratty t-shirt along with some equally tattered shorts, even though it is very much November.
He looks great, obviously. But again, that’s not the point and Eliot won’t be commenting on it further."
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was in the shower and had the literal thought "fix-it fic is literally playing with barbies until you shape the narrative into something coherent" and tbh, that's kinda true for just fic writing and even original writing in general.
play with those barbies. make them kiss. make them kill each other. hurt them. comfort them.
smash those barbies together until you have a story you think is worth telling.
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theficlistpodcast · 10 months
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This is about Queliot and also whichever character(s) you immediately thought of
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[fic] you don't have to wait until you die (2/2)
He does manage to escape the vortex of group dinner plans being vaguely formed as the event winds down in favor of portaling back to Manhattan, getting on the subway, and grabbing a ham sandwich on the walk back to the apartment. Back at his desk, he turns up London Calling, figuring if he can make it all the way to Train in Vain he can officially consider a solid effort to have been made, and starts working his way through a paper that is surprisingly well-written considering its author betrays zero familiarity with fundamental principles of comma usage.
Quit holding out and draw another breath…
He’s halfway through Lost in the Supermarket and just starting on his third paper of the evening when familiar hands clasp his shoulders from behind and a familiar warmth blows against his ear as a familiar voice says, “Surprise.”
“El,” Quentin just about yelps, flailing through a confused set of physical impulses that take a moment to coordinate in the urgency of Eliot, here, now, yanking his earbuds out so violently he throws Eliot’s hands off him, which was not what he wanted, trying to spin around and then remembering he has to stand up first, moving as fast as he can so he can see —
epilogue fic is complete! \o/ ft. hassles, irritations, excitements, & delights; old friends & new challenges; procrastination & getting things done; gyros & spectromancy; a long-awaited reunion; pen pals; secret trails; & a nice surprise for eliot that is not even a little surprising for anyone else :) also ft., as a self-indulgent bonus, a playlist stretching from the start of resurrection through the end of this.
read on ao3.
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lizardkingeliot · 2 years
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post-mosaic quentin and eliot finding themselves subtly falling back into their married couple routine even though they are Very Much Not A Married Couple Now, Thank You. picking fuzzies off each other’s sweaters. rubbing each other’s aching shoulders. finishing each other’s sentences. always finding themselves making enough food for two even when they only planned on making a meal for one....
quentin keeps wanting to remind eliot to wear his glasses when he’s reading so he doesn’t strain his eyes before remembering... oh. right. he doesn’t need those yet in this timeline. in this timeline we’re both still in our twenties and our backs don’t ache and there isn’t chalk dust on every single piece of clothing we own and i shouldn’t know exactly the way his hands feel on my neck every night when he unbraids my hair before we go to sleep.
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eidetictelekinetic · 6 months
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Read it here!
Part 6 of Between the Sand and Stone
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nellie-elizabeth · 5 months
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Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: The Magicians (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Quentin Coldwater/Eliot Waugh, Eliot Waugh/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Eliot Waugh, Quentin Coldwater, Original Male Character, Julia Wicker, Margo Hanson
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“Oh my god,” Aiden said, way too loud and way too close to my ear. Practically shouted it right in our guests’ faces, which is just rude. “What the fuck.”
Some deranged instinct inside of me, that of the consummate host, took over and powered past the static in my brain. “Uh— why don’t you two come inside. Seems like we have a lot to talk about.” I turned a polite smile on Julia’s truly unbelievable plus-one. “Q, this is Aiden, my husband. Aiden, I’d like you to meet my old friend Quentin Coldwater.”
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Ten years after Quentin's death, he shows up on Eliot's doorstep. Eliot's husband is the one to answer the door.
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It’s here!!!! I’ve been working on this fic for more than a year and a half, I can’t believe I’m finally ready to start sharing it at last! I hope people check it out, it’s a weird one but I think folks will like it. I’m very proud of how it’s turned out.
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"Please don't look at me like that," Quentin whispers, breaking into Eliot's thoughts. If anything, he looks even worse now, less frightened but all the more hurt, as if someone is breaking his heart.
read farewell to shadowlands by @eidetictelekinetic
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eliotqueliot · 3 months
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WIP Game
Tagged by @unlifeira
Thanks for the tag!
Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
OK I'm gonna post...um...my entire life?? LOL
Because the list is long I'm doing the tagging fellow artists & writers up front. But PLEASE don't feel obligated to play. Also: if you are a fanartist/fanwriter and you are seeing this...please consider yourself tagged if you want to play!!!
Just because I love you...LOL
@vooruitmariek @magicians4time @tbraves24 @lizardkingeliot @itsminimes @cyprianlatewood @nellie-elizabeth @yourtinseltinkerbell @wolfnprey @violetsarepurple-fuckyou
I'm choosing to interpret WIP in the most literal sense--something that's made it past the idea stage into actual narrative or art. Thus I won't, sadly, be posting my entire life...thank f***.
First off...
Secret Queliot Collaboration, a novel I'm writing in a collaboration with my favorite Queliot artist, which hasn't started posting yet. So for that one...due to the Collaboration of it all...if you ask me about it, I'll tag you when I make the first post so you can see what it is! And...I'll consider posting a tiny snip that I hope will intrigue but keep you guessing!
The following is going to be art and fic, but right now what I have is a basic sketch that only hints at what it might become:
How They Met Themselves
Here are the main Queliot WIPs which are on AO3. I'm actively posting...er...I'm always working on things...er...I WILL FINISH ALL THE FICS!!! LOL. So, I'm gonna do a link thing for those. If you ask me for a snip it'll be from the next unposted chapter!
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itsminimes · 10 months
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A Fairytale With A Fishtail
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“You…” Eliot breathed out. “You saved my life.” and he reached out to touch his face.
The boy who just kissed him pulled back, like shaken from a trance. His long, dark lashes trembled slightly. He looked panicked for a moment, but his gaze was still adoring, like he was mesmerized by Eliot.
Eliot pushed himself up deliberately slowly and laid quietly in the soft sand, trying to not to scare more the skittish young man.
“Who are you?” he addressed the night. He felt the boy caress his wet wavy hair timidly. Eliot sighed and turned to place a kiss on that gentle hand.
He felt boy was closing up to kiss him, but when the light illuminated them again, he opened his eyes and stopped. His face became enveloped in sadness. He hastily turned away.
“Stay!” and Eliot voice had a note of despair.
What could have made him so sad?
But the boy made a fantastical jump and dived back into the tempestuous sea. In the beam of light, his magnificent tail shone green and gold.
A merman. He was a merman. Everything made sense and didn’t at the same time.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/47938696/chapters/120866347
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kythwena · 2 years
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Eliot is brought out of himself by Quentin, he is made into the person he is, the person he can love. Because he and Quentin are their own people and also not, they belong to one another and magic itself has tied them into one another, made them whole in that togetherness. They cannot but love themselves in loving each other. Someday, Eliot will be able to untangle himself from the disbelief, the awe, that these thoughts bring forward in him. He’ll trust in it completely, he’ll stop being scared of losing it. He’ll find a way to stop feeling like an imposter every time someone bows to him, stop worrying that someone will take away the impossible happiness he’s managed to claim.
The Way a Fool Would Do by Rizandace @nellie-elizabeth Collection: Parts of One Whole - The Magicians Soulmate Collection
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ameliajessica · 2 years
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“What?” Eliot asks, tentatively and smiling at Quentin’s own smile, when he turns back and Quentin there, in the doorway, watching Eliot.
Quentin shakes his head, cheeks pink. “I—uh, nothing. I just—I was thinking that, uh, this is maybe one of the best Thanksgivings I’ve ever had.”
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something something tragedies based on stretching out the tension-filled would-die-for-you-and-then-I-did devastatingly genuine human connection is the absolute best and most fertile breeding grounds for fanfic due to the forever unresolved (and thus fixable) nature of the ending, thanks to the one-two-punch combo of The Human Desire For Resolution and the Human Desire To Spite Writers By Fighting Them In A Denny's Parking Lot. In this essay I will-
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