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“El—I don’t think you should touch it—” Quentin draws in a breath, and the fragrance fills his senses. Not a false fragrance like perfume, but sweet like syrup on pancakes or—he takes in another breath. Whatever it is diffuses through him, fizzier and lighter than the champagne, fuzzy warmth spreading through his nerves, his cells lit from within. When his hand glances against Eliot’s knee, a jolt hits him, like a zap of static electricity running up his arm, turning to flame inside. He can smell Eliot, the scent of his cologne spicy and masculine, mixing with the sweet, burnt sugar scent of the pollen.
“You—do you feel that?” Eliot’s knuckles brush against his and Quentin whimpers at the touch, the hair on his arm standing on end.
“Yeah—oh.” Quentin gasps. He blinks at the shimmering air. It makes everything look like a misty fairytale, and when he glances at Eliot again, a shockwave rolls through him, the muscles in his abdomen clenching, threads of need rolling up and weaving together inside him, swirling in the pit of his stomach. Eliot is—God, he’s exquisite. Quentin wants to worship him—fuck, he was meant to—to fall at his feet, to offer himself, mouth open, to serve him, give him pleasure.
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10 Jun 2026
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A Magicians Crack Fic.
When they locked eyes, Penny’s face confused melted into a relieved smile, brighter than Quentin thinks he’s ever seen Penny’s face. “Q,” He breathed. “Thank God,” and then Penny was moving towards Quentin and kissing him.
What the holy fuck?
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09 Jun 2026
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"I don't get why it's such a big deal," Julia says. "If you ask me, Eliot seems like the kind of guy who'd think it's flattering that you're having sex dreams about him."
And, well. Quentin's not sure that Julia's wrong about that, but he's feeling vulnerable enough without having to contemplate Eliot's inevitable condescension. Not to mention the fact that— "These aren't just sex dreams, Jules. They're like. Visceral. Like, they feel completely real right up until I—" Come. "—wake up. They're detailed. Graphic. It's like I'm— I'm basically sexually assaulting my friend in my sleep."
"Yeah?" Julia pops another cereal flake in her mouth. "And?"
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08 Jun 2026
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Like so many other bad decisions, this one begins when Tommy bothers to pick up his phone.
"Okay, so I may have made a few questionable decisions," Spencer says apropos of nothing, his voice a little too quiet across the line.
"Always a great way to start a phone call. Hi, Spencer, how's your evening? Good? Good! Oh mine? Well-"
"Tommy, this is an emergency."||
Or, Tommy helps Spencer out of a tough situation. Or maybe helps a tough situation out of Spencer. Depends on who you ask.
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07 Jun 2026
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“If you’d like to review the full terms and conditions of your deal, you can have as much time as you need to read--”
Eliot shook his head, still not quite used to the way his hair curled below his chin, now, since he hadn’t been around to keep it properly groomed for the last-- however long it had been. God, he hadn’t even bothered to ask.
“You get my deep, dark, never-told secret, and I get the opportunity to try and Orpheus-and-Eurydice Q the fuck out of this place,” he said, cutting through Penny’s bureaucratic power-trip. “I got it the first twelve times.”
“I would strongly advise--”
“I’m ready.”
The corners of Penny’s mouth went up, but it would have been a stretch to call the expression a smile. “No, you’re really not."
The Monster's been defeated, Quentin is dead, and Eliot has a quest of his own--if he can trust himself to complete it. An Orpheus and Eurydice remix.
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07 Jun 2026