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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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02 Sep 2021
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Quentin Coldwater is trying to figure out what he wants from life. Everyone around him seems to be stepping off into adulthood with career success and personal accomplishments; his childhood best friend is even getting married. And then there’s the Eliot of it all— Eliot Waugh, Quentin’s friend, confidant, found family member... who he’s been sleeping with for the better part of a year. Eliot’s the only person in Quentin’s life not trying to push him in one direction or the other, but it may turn out that Eliot’s the person he wants to build his future around after all.
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09 Aug 2021
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“I think I’ve waited long enough to meet Eliot,” his dad says, and Quentin can already feel himself caving. He’s run out of excuses, and he can sense it, his dad’s going to bring out the big guns— “and we don’t know how long until the cancer comes back, and I just want—”
There it is. Ted knocks through the last barrier he has in his defenses, and Quentin folds, just like that cheap-ass card table Eliot was using as a bar until he slammed one too many shot glasses down on it.
“Okay!” Fuck. Goddammit shit fuck fuck fuck. “Okay. I’ll bring him. For a visit.”
“Really? Fantastic. For your birthday next weekend? I can cook. Or order in. Your favorite. Whatever you want! You can spend the weekend?”
“Sure!” Why the fuck not? I’d love to spend my birthday fake-dating the man I’m in love with, who is most definitely not in love with me, so my dad can die peacefully, assured his son won’t spend the rest of his life with only his Fillory books, Star Wars action figures, and anatomically correct blow-up dolls for company.
Post S3 AU. No monster. The only disasters here are bisexual ones. Post-mosaic fake-dating shenanigans.
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25 Jun 2021
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Eliot puts on a show. Margo directs.
Quentin is the (test) audience who's enthusiastic about audience participation.Series
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21 Jun 2021
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Short but sweet, Eliot & Quentin indulge each other.
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Eliot doesn’t realize his eyes are closed until he feels Quentin’s hands unbuttoning his shirt and stroking his chest gently, eyes slowly opening to catch the reverence painted across Quentin’s features that Eliot’s not sure he deserves.