#Coldwicker

[444namesplus]

Ash Hills, Ash Mount, Ash Mountain, Ash Territory, Ashhorn Territory, Ashnew Territory, Ashtuck Shite, Ashwarm Hills, Ashwooing Grove, Bad Lake, Bad Shite, Bad Ville, Badmike Safehouse, Badoak Station, Badwick Mountain, Big Asylum, Big Valley, Big Ville, Bigcold Town, Bighot Shite, Bignorth Asylum, Bigtug Valley, Bird Grove, Bird Lake, Bird Vale, Birdcrystal Grove, Birdhot Asylum, Birdoak Forest, Bottom Hill, Bottom Lake, Bottom Mount, Bottomthane Woods, Burn Lake, Burn Mountain, Burnfrost Safehouse, Burnlittle Territory, Burnmid Hill, Burnoak Hills, Burnthorn Wood, Cabinbig Station, Cabinthane Mount, Cherry Lake, Cherry Peak, Cherry Point, Cherry Station, Cherry Valley, Cherry Ville, Cherrylittle Vale, Cherrysax Grounds, Cherrysouth Point, Cherrytop Peak, Cherrywooing Grounds, Cherrywyatt Station, Cold Forest, Cold Hills, Cold Mountain, Cold Peak, Cold Safehouse, Coldbird Wood, Coldcherry Wood, Coldeagle Hill, Coldmid Forest, Coldwick Mountain, Crystal Hill, Crystal Station, Crystal Ville, Crystalhigh Mount, Crystaljacob Grove, Crystalkey Asylum, Crystaloak Station, Crystalpheasant Safehouse, Crystalrock Asylum, Crystalthorn Asylum, Crystaltim Outpost, Crystaltop Peak, Den Mountain, Denbad Shite, Denwooing Station, Doom Forest, Doom Lake, Doom Mount, Doom Shite, Doom Vale, Doom Woods, Doomcherry Wood, Doomden Territory, Doommick Grove, Doomnest Town, Doomstranger Safehouse, Eagle Forest, Eagle Mount, Eagle Outpost, Eagle Shite, Eagle Ville, Eaglelittle Mountain, Eaglemick Grove, Eaglesax Valley, Eaglewarm Shite, East Asylum, East Peak

Eastmike Mount, Eastwind Woods, Falcon Grove, Falcon Peak, Falcon Safehouse, Falcon Valley, Falcon Ville, Falconford Station, Falconhard Valley, Falconsax Vale, Falconwyatt Outpost, Far Asylum, Far Mount, Far Mountain, Far Peak, Farcabin Wood, Farhot Mount, Ford Forest, Ford Town, Ford Woods, Fordhot Forest, Fordstranger Territory, Frost Grove, Frost Hills, Frost Lake, Frost Territory, Frost Vale, Good Outpost, Good Point, Good Vale, Goodash Point, Goodburn Safehouse, Goodhard Mount, Goodkey Territory, Goodwee Peak, Hard Forest, Hard Grove, Hard Hill, Hard Mountain, Hard Peak, Hard Ville, Hard Wood, Hardhard Valley, Hardjacob Vale, Hardnew Wood, Hardsnow Wood, Hardtop Hills, Hardwind Station, Hawk Forest, Hawk Hills, Hawk Outpost, Hawk Peak, Hawk Safehouse, Hawk Vale, Hawkbig Vale, Hawkbird Hill, Hawkburn Mountain, High Hills, High Outpost, High Peak, High Point, Highbird Ville, Highfrost Mount, Highpheasant Station, Highsouth Hills, Highstone Shite, Horn Shite, Horn Ville, Horncold Mountain, Hornlittle Point, Hornrose Town, Hornstone Safehouse, Hot Safehouse, Hotburn Asylum, Hothard Mountain, Huge Asylum, Huge Grounds, Huge Wood, Hugeeagle Lake, Hugefrost Forest, Ice Asylum, Ice Peak, Ice Point, Ice Town, Iceford Ville, Iceken Grounds, Iceken Mountain, Jack Peak, Jack Point, Jackhawk Town, Jacksnow Wood, Jacob Grove, Jacob Hill, Jacob Town, Jacobbig Outpost, Jacobhot Grounds, Ken Grounds, Ken Mount, Ken Peak, Ken Valley, Ken Wood, Kenfar Hill, Kenhawk Territory, Kenken Woods, Kenlittle Wood, Kenoak Mount, Kenstranger Territory, Key Peak, Key Territory, Keycabin Ville, Keystone Asylum, Keywall Woods, Keywooing Station, Little Forest, Little Station, Little Ville, Little Wood, Little Woods, Littlebig Forest, Littlecabin Mount, Littlestan Wood, Littletop Safehouse, Littlewall Hill, Littlewest Woods, Low Territory, Low Vale, Lowbird Ville, Lowhigh Point, Lowhuge Safehouse, Lowlow Hills, Mick Grounds, Mick Town, Mick Vale, Mickhuge Station, Micknorth Mountain, Mickoak Grove, Mickstan Forest, Mid Grounds, Mid Valley, Midden Forest

Midwest Hill, Mike Hill, Mike Shite, Mike Station, Mike Town, Mike Valley, Mikejack Hill, Mikewee Forest, Nest Forest, Nest Lake, Nest Safehouse, Nest Vale, Nest Valley, Nest Woods, Nestbird Hill, Nestgood Woods, New Peak, Newbottom Vale, Newrose Mount, North Hills, North Peak, North Station, Northstan Peak, Northtim Lake, Northwee Lake, Oak Hills, Oak Lake, Oak Shite, Oak Territory, Oak Valley, Oakbig Territory, Oakcabin Outpost, Oakthane Peak, Oakwarm Hills, Pheasant Safehouse, Pheasant Woods, Pheasantfalcon Forest, Pheasantfalcon Outpost, Rock Asylum, Rock Point, Rockbad Outpost, Rockmick Ville, Rose Forest, Rosebad Mount, Roselow Mountain, Rosepheasant Woods, Rosetop Ville, Sax Lake, Sax Point, Sax Safehouse, Sax Vale, Sax Valley, Saxburn Grove, Saxhigh Vale, Saxhot Mountain, Saxhuge Point, Saxsnow Territory, Saxsouth Point, Saxwest Ville, Snow Forest, Snow Hill, Snow Lake, Snow Station, Snowfar Grove, Snowice Safehouse, Snowsouth Forest, Snowwest Peak, South Hill, South Hills, South Mountain, South Safehouse, South Town, Southcherry Valley, Southrock Hill, Stan Asylum, Stan Lake, Stan Mountain, Stanburn Hills, Stanhawk Valley, Stannew Woods, Stone Lake, Stone Mountain, Stone Ville, Stonecabin Wood, Stonehigh Station, Stonewyatt Wood, Stranger Station, Stranger Territory, Stranger Ville, Strangerden Hill, Strangerlittle Vale, Strangertim Mount, Strangertuck Grounds, Thane Point, Thanebad Shite, Thaneeast Lake, Thanerock Mountain, Thorn Mount, Thorn Mountain, Thorn Peak, Thorn Town, Thorn Wood, Thorn Woods, Thorncrystal Mount, Thornjacob Valley, Thornstone Safehouse, Thornthorn Town, Thornwest Hill, Tim Forest, Tim Lake, Tim Town, Timbottom Mountain, Timhot Hill, Timmick Vale, Timsax Hills, Timstan Wood, Top Lake, Top Mount, Top Safehouse, Top Vale, Topeast Territory, Topmid Shite, Topsouth Shite, Tuck Peak, Tuck Vale, Tuck Wood, Tuck Woods, Tuckhigh Hill, Tug Grounds, Tug Mount, Tug Peak, Tug Town, Tug Wood, Tugash Mount, Tugcold Hills, Tugcold Vale, Tugsnow Vale, Tugwarm Outpost, Wall Mount, Wall Safehouse, Wall Vale, Wall Valley, Wallhuge Town, Wallwind Ville, Warm Asylum, Warm Grounds, Warm Grove, Warm Vale, Warm Wood, Warmbottom Safehouse, Warmfar Forest, Warmhigh Grounds, Wee Safehouse, Wee Territory, Wee Vale, Weebad Valley, Weecold Wood, Weefalcon Lake, Weetuck Territory, Weewooing Grove, West Forest, West Mountain, Westfrost Town, Westgood Hill, Westhot Forest, Westsnow Mount, Westthorn Asylum, Wick Forest, Wick Grove, Wick Peak, Wickbottom Ville, Wickden Woods, Wickeast Grounds, Wind Mount, Wind Point, Windden Valley, Windmid Hill, Windmike Wood, Wooing Hill, Wooingcherry Lake, Wooingfalcon Mount, Wooingfar Point, Wooingnest Mount, Wyatt Asylum, Wyatt Hill, Wyatt Valley, Wyatt Ville

[yourtinseltinkerbell]

I don’t know what to say, Jules. I...I should have believed you, Jules. I should have known, and I’m—I’m... Look, that doesn't make up for what I did to you, which was stupid and vindictive and really dangerous. I’m so sorry, Q. Thank you.

[sophistray]

“I am the angel protecting your future, coldwater.”

[little--magic]

Goodbye, The Magicians.

[minjooneun]

I know everyone is upset about queliot and the queerbaiting, but can we talk about julia wicker???

Julia has known Quentin since they were kids—kids. Let that sink in. They were best friends all throughout elementary and middle and high school. They went to the same college for undergrads. They were applying to the same grad school.

Julia and quentin have their falling out in the beginning of season one. She put him in a spell that made him think his depression was actually causing an allusion for magic. But she felt horrible for it afterwards and literally tried admitting herself into rehab for the magic abuse she had. Quentin and julia then reunite near the end of the season, and they go back to the place they were. They were able to see fillory together and they were able to live their childhood dreams.

Then season 2 comes and quentin makes the promise to help julia. He is stuck between handling the tensions between the brakebills bunch and Julia’s issue. But he still doesn’t leave her in the dark. He literally gets everyone on board with robbing a bank so julia could have her magical abortion.

When Julia loses her shade? She finds out quentin is holding niffin!alice and goes to “sacrifice” him to Reynard. But want to know what happens? Even without her shade, she sees how scared quentin actually is and she literally steps forward to help him—facing her r*pist because she wants to help her best friend. Then, afterwards, she locks herself away because even though she doesn’t have her shade, she still has the idea of guilt and doesn’t want to hurt quentin. But he still tells her he’s there for her and that he’s going to help her.

Then they go to the underworld, right? To get her shade, right? But they run into Alice’s shade and find out that they can bring alice back if they have her shade. So what does julia do? She has seen how much quentin has suffered because of Alice’s death. She has seen how upset he is. So she decided to leave her own shade in the underworld so they can bring alice back.

Then comes when magic is out. Julia goes to quentin about her having magic still because she knows he needs the hope in his life, and she knows that she can trust him with it. And what does he do? He begins to help her and he says he is willing to be her side kick throughout the entire process. These two literally get drunk on the stairs and then do their high school dance to prove they are “fun”.

Then, she finds out about her goddess powers and quentin is happy for her because julia isn’t really getting screwed over. But what does she do? The moment that she senses that quentin is in trouble, she gives up those powers because she knows he will not stop until he can succeed.

Then, she helps him throughout his bad luck bear episode, making sure he stays safe no matter what. When she sees him spiraling, she tries to offer him support by saying that he is still needed and she needs him in her life. Then, the amount of pain she is filling from Quentin’s death triggers her magic to come back.

Yes, it is sad about quentin and eliot. And it pisses me off the writers queercatched an entire audience. However, Julia and quentin are like margo and Eliot. They are platonic soulmates and julia lost hers and will probably never see him again.

If the show runners are lying, there isn’t going to be a season long mission to bring quentin back like there was with eliot. Quentin is gone and he’s moved on. And julia is left without her best friend, platonic soulmate, and the person who’s been her rock since she was a kid.

And that sucks because she’s been through so much and doesn’t deserve to have the mourn without her rock.

[knives-and-lint]

trick or treat

Julia lifts the beret to her head, unable to keep the smile from forming, as the reflection of her literary hero looks back in the mirror. Fingers move to the key dangling from her neck, found in an antique shop downtown, and purchased for the bargain price of five dollars. The sweater matches the cover of that magazine Quentin found, about the Chatwin's disappearance perfectly, as does her skirt and shoes. She twists and turns before the mirror, so very proud at how it all came together, and glances toward her sister.

“How do I look?” she asks.

Though Mackenzie had helped braid her hair, she is decidedly unimpressed with Julia's choice of costume, rolling her eyes and sighing.

“Like someone no one will ever guess who she's supposed to be.”

Julia frowns instantly, looking back to her reflection, smoothing out the skirt.

“So what?” she dismisses easily. “We can't all be slutty vampire girl three years in a row.”

Mackenzie huffs, but offers no rebuttal, as both of their attentions shift to the sound of broken glass in the kitchen. They look at each other and don't even have to say anything, both moving toward the door before the shouting starts. At the end of the driveway, Mackenzie goes left while Julia goes right, the street just beginning to fill kids trick or treating.

“Hey!” Mackenzie shouts, causing Julia to turn back. “You look great. Even if you're a giant nerd.”

Julia smiles and waves goodbye, but her sister still has more to offer.

“And make sure that Coldwater kid keeps his hands to himself.”

Julia laughs.

“Quentin is one boy you don't have to worry about.”

Mackenzie just shakes her head.

“That's how they get you,” she replies, then turns and heads off to her party.

Julia walks the three blocks over to Quentin's house, head tilted up toward the trees and imagining she's in a Fillory forest, like she'd done countless times before. Glancing behind her, she's wary of the Watcherwoman, and promptly runs into someone dressed as a bed sheet ghost.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, pulled back into reality.

Quentin answers when she knocks, and her hands cover her mouth instantly at the sight of him. Dress shirt and tie, covered with a sweater vest they'd found in a thrift shop, and a pair of fake glasses from one of those pop up Halloween stores.

“Wow,” he says. “You look-”

“Great?”

He grins.

“I was going to say fantastic.”

His hand reaches for the key, twisting it in his fingers, appreciating the detail even though he was with her when she got it.  

“So do you,” she gives.

There's an awkward pause, when he doesn't move from the door, and she knows he's already second guessing their plans.

“Are we really gonna do this?” he asks.

Julia resists the urge to grab his wrist and pull him past the threshold.

“It's just a school dance, Q. It will be fun. I promise.”

He nods even if she knows he doesn't quite believe her.

“Come along now Martin,” she chides in a bad English accept. “Let's not doddle. Plenty of adventure to be had.”

Quentin smiles bashfully and takes her hand when offered.

-

The gym is covered in black and orange crepe paper streamers, cardboard cutouts of famous movie monsters, and several other ghouls and ghosts. 'I put a spell on you' blasts from the PA speakers and Julia is glad it's not Monster Mash because she hates that song. Most of the kids in their class are there, and quite a few of them say hi to Julia, while promptly ignoring Quentin.

It's only been a few minutes, but she can already tell he wants to go hide in one of the corners, and loops her arm through his before he can escape. They make way toward the refreshment table, take two cups of punch which just tastes like someone poured ginger ale into fruit juice, and answer several questions to who they're dressed up as. Then several more follow up questions, because it seems that no one besides them, has ever read or even heard of the books.

A slow song starts to play, quite a few boys come up to Julia and ask her to dance, but she politely declines them all stating she's here with Quentin. He gives a little half wave with every denial, each boy more shocked than the last, to be turned down in favor of him. Julia does turn to him after the last one, nodding her head toward the dance floor, and is pleasantly surprised when he agrees.

His arms are awkwardly stiff, as he holds her at a distance, to which she can only rolls her as and push closer. Arms encircle his neck, head tilting up because he'd sprouted an inch or two above her over the summer, as he finally seems to relax in her hold.

“See?” she teases. “Not so bad.”

“No,” he agrees with a shake of his head.

The glasses have fallen down the bridge of his nose, and she shifts one of her hands to push them back up, the color flushing into his cheeks fairly noticeable despite the low light. It causes a funny feeling to stir within her stomach, and a rather impulsive thought suddenly itches within her mind.

“Q?” she asks.  

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

His eyes go wide, realizing she's not joking, as his mouth drops open to stutter a reply that comes out more of a question.

“Y-y-yeah?”

She grins shyly.

“Then why don't you?”

He looks down to her mouth, then quickly back up.

“I didn't know it was an option.”

She laughs, just before pushing up on her toes, pressing their lips together.

“Happy Halloween,” she says, dropping back down.

Quentin gives her the biggest, goofiest grin, and it almost makes her want to kiss him again.

“Happy Halloween,” he replies.

[zephyrvos]

you pulled me in and together we’re lost in a dream... walking the tightrope with you

Happy Birthday @rahnesinclair! <3

[magicianstextposts]

Week Five: Ships + ao3 tags

[crepuscularqueens]

quentin and julia are spiritual twins or twin flames or what the fuck ever. this is the truth.

[yeebeemaxheehee]

shipping coldwicker but in like,, a best friends way

[louisironson]

do people refer to quentin and julia as coldwicker. if they don’t i do now

[yourtinseltinkerbell]

#drift compatible

[rahnesinclair]

I’ve held onto this beauty long enough. My second commission from @coffeeisagoodstart ! Pre-show happy times. ALL THE COLDWICKER ALWAYS.

[minjooneun]

julia: so you and eliot like lived a life together

quentin: yeah. i gave jane the key too

julia: wHAT

Quentin: i’m the old man who gave jane that key

julia: not fair. you were in the books twice!!!!

[knives-and-lint]

27 (Brakebills South)

“I was a goose!”

It's the first thing Quentin says when he sees her, eyes still alight with the sensation. The feeling of being in the air, and how everything seemed to fit just right.

“We all were dumb ass,” Penny detracts with a roll of his eyes. “Is everything magic like an amusement park ride to you?”

Quentin looks down at his feet, and Julia shoots Penny a scowl, mirrored by Alice who was standing next to Q when she entered the room. He just glares back at the pair, and does a quick assessment of their numbers.

“Where's Kady?” he asks.

Julia quickly looks away. The reverberation of her assigned partner's utmost truth still shaking her conscious and nerves. How the girl ran off the second her ropes fell off, though Julia didn't give chase, quickly turning to the bird that brought her here. However, she's pretty sure Kady made it down here, seeing her just a moment before the TA whisked a separate faction of students off into the library.

“She got placed into a different group,” she answers, then lies. “I don't know why.”

Fingernails involuntarily scratch at her wrists, knowing that if the trial had still been going on, the ropes would have remained. Quickly she lifts a hand to brush some hair from Quentin's face, if only to busy them so the itch doesn't persist.

“Weird,” Penny comments, but doesn't press.

Alice clears her throat, catching Julia's attention as intended, who looks to her with a curious eyebrow arched.

“Hey,” she offers shyly. “About Quentin and I's transcendence-”

Julia shakes her head, not wanting to know, while Quentin looks on in a panic.

“That's between the two of you,” she states. “Whole point of the exercise right?”

“Yeah,” Alice agrees. “But it still feels odd. Sharing an absolute truth, yet somehow keeping it from someone else?

Julia thinks of Kady.

“Sometimes magic is mean.”

-

Quentin is not asleep when Julia slips into his room, though he looks reluctant for her company, automatically assuming Mayakovsky would frown on such cohabitation. To which she just laughs, and nudges him to make room for her, which he does without further prodding.

“I don't think he cares much about anything,” she comments. “Besides magic. Even if it comes off like he hates that too.”

She snuggles into Quentin's chest, smiling as his arms wrap around her.

“If you hadn't noticed, I've gotten pretty used to sharing a bed with you. Also, it's fucking freezing here.”

Quentin chuckles softly.

“How is this our lives?” he asks. “I mean, we turned into geese and flew to Antarctica.”

Sometimes Julia wonders the same thing. That one day she'll wake up and it will all have been some crazy dream after smoking too much pot, and downing half a bottle of scotch.  

“Worry not, Martin,” she replies in a bad English accent. “Magic is nothing to be feared if channeled properly.”

Quentin kisses the top of her head.

“Of course you're right Jane,” comes his reply in an accent just as terrible. “As always.”

-

Mayakovsky reminds Julia of the Econ 101 professor she had freshman year. Where arrogance and attitude meant as teaching tools, while infuriating and outdated, somehow seem to produce the results they're meant to.

Twist is, the Russian madman as other students call him, has no qualms about getting personal. One such incident, after spelling the word 'DICK' with his nails, results in Quentin getting a smack across the face. Julia storms across the hall, quick to assess the damage, and the act is like chum in the water to the shark in the shape of their teacher.

“You have got to be kidding,” he bemoans in that thick accent. “You? Her?”

Of course neither of them has a voice in which to defend themselves, merely taking his judgment in silence.

“Why am I bothering to teach you?” A question aimed at Quentin. “When you already have enough magic in your dick to land girl so clearly out of your league?”

An insult hurled within earshot of Alice who, once they get their voices back, tries again to tell Julia of she and Quentin's shared truth.

“It was about you,” she insists off Julia's initial rebuff.

The statement does give her pause. Because while honestly curious about whatever it was that freed the ropes and led them here, she had assumed it related to Quentin's clinical depression and self doubt, but nothing more.

“He knows you love him,” Alice states, with a small hitch in her voice that catches Julia's attention. “But he is always afraid, that the part of his brain refusing to let him believe it, will finally make you realize you are too good for him. That you always were.”  

Tears quickly well in Julia's eyes.

“Yeah,” she sighs gruffly. “Doesn't fucking help that everyone else seems to question it too.”

“I don't,” Alice gives softly.

Julia smiles.

“Thanks, Al.”  

-

“What the hell is this?”

Penny comes storming toward her, waving around a piece of paper, with fire in his eyes. Julia stands her ground as he approaches, stopping only to tower over her a moment, then quickly steps back expecting an answer.

Julia's eyes shoot down to the piece of paper, then back up to his, head tilted with an unasked question that is glaringly obvious.

“It's from Kady,” he clarifies. “Talking about how she's a liar, and a thief. It's why she got separated from us when she got here. Mayakovsky knew something was up with her. She's sorry, but she was just using me, and can't do it anymore.”

Julia still isn't sure what any of it has to do with her.

“Penny,” she starts. “I don't-”

He lifts the note toward her, though it's difficult to read still clenched in his hand, she can see her name in one of the sentences.

“She made sure to apologize to you too,” he states flatly. “For airing out her shit and knowing you couldn't say anything about it. Except that...”

He pauses a moment.

“Except that you could, couldn't you? Part of the challenge was baring ourselves to someone, but nowhere in the text did it say you had to take the truth to your grave. You could have given me a heads up! You could have...” He trails off again.

“Hey,” she begins, reaching out a hand, then thinks better of it. “She didn't say anything about using you. Just the part about being a liar. And a thief. That she comes from hedge witches, and part of her will always be ashamed of it. The ropes must have thought that was enough, because she never mentioned you at all.”

Penny doesn't say anything off that, just maintains eye contact, though his glare has softened slightly.

“What did she steal?” he asks.

“Huh?”

“Clearly the lying was about being a thief, but what did she steal?”

Julia shrugs.

“Stuff from Brakebills? Books and spells. For some Hedge named Marina, who has Kady's mother under her boot.”

Penny's anger flares up again.

“And you didn't say anything?”

“It wasn't my truth to tell,” Julia defends.

He breathes sharply from his nose.

“Then what is?”

“Huh?”

“Your truth,” he goes on. “The one you told to get the ropes off. I'm pretty pissed and vulnerable right now, Julia. But maybe if you... If you told me I'd-”

“I'm terrified,” Julia interrupts.

“What?”

“Of magic,” she continues. “Well, not of magic. I love it, now that I know it's real. Like this wonderful drug that seeped into my veins and I can never let go. I love it so much I'm terrified of who I would be without it.”

Penny doesn't fully understand.

“My Dad is an alcoholic,” she goes on. “Drunk all day and night. So many stints in rehab, but nothing ever took. Until finally my Mom had him committed to where he'll never get out.”

Tears sting her eyes.

“That's my truth,” she says, quickly brushing past him. “I'm sorry about Kady.”

Penny doesn't call after her as she walks away, and Julia is glad for it.

-

“If you love him so much,” Mayakovsky chides. “Let him fail.”

Quentin is on the floor, passed out from one too many shocks off the electrified rings of the mind control test. Julia looks over her shoulder at the statement, confused as to how being concerned that he just got electrocuted has anything to do with his passing or failing the exercise.

“Are you girlfriend or den mother?” Mayakovsky asks. “Kinky either way. But you dote on floppy haired bunny too much. How is he to learn if you are always patting him on the back? Saying good job, little bun bun. Do not worry.”

Julia frowns.

“I don't-”

“You do!” he shouts, then points at the door. “Out!”

“What?”

“Get out,” he repeats. “Let bunny learn the hard way.”

Julia reluctantly leaves, just as Mayakovsky starts pouring vodka on Quentin's face, and casts a backward glance to Alice who nods without hesitation. She'll keep an eye on him now that Julia can't. However, she doesn't go far remaining just out of sight beyond the door frame, and smiles proudly five minutes later when Quentin shouts in triumph on completing the test.

-

“You should be a fox more often,” Julia murmurs against his chest, as her fingers tease across his ribs.

Quentin laughs but doesn't comment, having come in from the cold, practically sniffing her out and taking them straight to his room. It's a wonder she's even awake with all the energy expelled, but feels sated and happy, pressing a small kiss against his skin.

“What were you?” he asks. “I mean, your animal.”

Julia can still feel the air in her feathers, the sense of direction more focused than the goose form could ever hope to be, talons sharp and ready for whatever prey her magnificent eyes could focus on.

“A falcon,” she answers. “Streaking through the sky like I owned it. Like I knew my exact place and purpose within it.”

“Sounds amazing.”

She hums.

“It was. Also, I caught a fish. Spotted it from almost a mile up, then just dove right toward the water and got it.”

Quentin's fingers play with her hair.

“Thought I tasted sushi on your tongue,” he teases.

Julia laughs, but swats at him playfully.

“Shut up,” she says.

Quentin's hand stops, and she shifts her head to meet his eyes, which are alight with the animal that has yet to fade.

“Make me,” he challenges.

Then they're kissing again, and going for round number four.

-

The door in Mayakovsky's office opens to reveal Brakebills on the other side, which Penny files through quickly, followed by Alice. Quentin and Julia are about to step through when Maykovsky stops them both.

“There is one more thing I give you,” he says, eyes flicking between them. “Your life's purpose.”

They briefly share a look, before turning back to him.

“Prove me wrong,” he states, pointing at finger at them with each word uttered. “With your love. Never give a fuck what drunk bastard like me thinks about your relationship. What anyone thinks. Then in fifty years, come back with your perfect family and gloat over my frozen corpse.”

Julia takes Quentin's hand, but this just makes Mayakovsky roll his eyes.

“Out,” he says, pointing at the door. “Before you make me sick.”

Julia smiles at him.

“You're an asshole,” she says. “But a really good teacher.”

Mayakovsky takes a big dramatic swig off his bottle.

“I know.”

[themagiciansreccenter]

Author Spotlight @rahnesinclair

Every week we are going to be interviewing a writer from The Magicians fandom. If you would like to be interviewed or you want to nominate a writer, get in touch via our ask box.

First things first, tell us a little about yourself.

Hi I’m Amara aka rahnesinclair on tumblr aka Tobiko on AO3 and ff.net. I’m a huge geek for television, books, and comics. I work as a teacher’s assistant and in my spare time write and marathon tv, and when I have money at all I throw it at geek things and conventions.

How long have you been writing for?

I’ve been writing fanfiction literally since I was 8, when I wrote a self insert of me going to Narnia and helping Aslan save puppies. It was actually something like four whole pages of lined notebook paper, and I remember writing it at recess (I did not run around at recess).

What inspired you to start writing for The Magicians?

Needing more fic of Julia, mostly. And wanting to write about Julia and Coldwicker (Julia and Quentin).

Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write? What it is about them that makes them your favourite?

Julia is easy for me to write so she’s probably my favorite. I also like writing Kady quite a bit.

Do you have a preference for a particular season/point in time to write about?

Currently a lot of my fic has been about the mains as kids, one fic being a canon compliant telling of Julia and Q’s childhood and one being an AU of all of them as soulmates. My oneshots are almost exclusively in season 3, with a few fics that are not in any point in time but rather examinations of the different timeloops.

Are you working on anything right now? Care to give us an idea about it?

My Trials fic! It’s called “figure it out” and it’s based around the music video for the song Figure It Out by Royal Blood, which stars Stella Maeve. It’s a “no magic” AU. Feel free to watch the music video, I’ll be putting a link to it at the very beginning of my fic because the events in the music video are in essence what happens directly prior to the start of my fic, with some minor changes.

Julia ends up in Brakebills which is, in this universe, a therapeutic alternative to a female juvenile detention facility. Starring Julia and all The Magicians ladies as well as frequent appearances by Quentin.

How long is your “to do list”?

Oof, not short. Let’s see…

My Coldwicker epic, which is currently ALMOST caught up to canon (yay!)

My soulmate AU

A oneshot about all the little Shades lost along the way

Julia accidentally touching the Abyss Key

The Magicians/Parahumans crossover

The Magicians/Stephen King’s It crossover

As well as a collab fic with hufflepuffjohnjaqobis that is a The Magicians/ sweet/vicious crossover

What is your favourite fic that you’ve written for The Magicians? Why?

Hard to pick a favorite. I love my Trials fic. Of published things, my soulmate AU.

Many writers have a fic that they are passionate about that doesn’t get the reception from the fandom that they hoped for. Do you have a fic you would like more people to read and appreciate?

The fact that it’s such a small fandom means most of my fics have gotten a lot of love, which makes me very happy. I suppose I’d like more attention for “burning in hell, right next to you” even if it is a lot of a retelling of the show. Because it’s so long and I put a lot of work into it but it has 100 less kudos than my soulmate AU (which, fair, my AU is adorable) when it’s four times as long as the AU.

What is your writing process like? Do you have any traditions or superstitions that you like to stick to when you’re writing?

I like to make playlists for songs, usually songs I associate with the characters or show, and listen to them while I write. My Magicians playlist currently has 17 songs. It may sound like very few, but I’m not into sitting and listening to music like some people are and it’s over an hour of songs. There’s comfort in knowing it’ll start over again at a certain point, like a soft reset.

Most of my brainstorming takes place in the twilight before sleep and I’m actually great at remembering it all. Don’t know whether that’s because I’m fairly good at controlling and remembering my dreams or what, but I don’t forget things like people are always complaining they do after they think about their stories in bed.

Do you write while the seasons are airing or do you prefer to wait for hiatus? How does the ongoing development of the canon influence and inspire your writing process?

I like doing both, really, because my AU ideas aren’t effected by canon so I can write them whenever and most of my other fics are oneshots that can be dropped in. I like the small snippets of things we get from time to time about Julia’s and Quentin’s childhoods, like finding out this season that Julia broke her arm when she was twelve. I have various small headcanons for characters other than those two, but if they were shattered by anything in the show I wouldn’t be too upset. Julia, though, I have a pretty clear idea of her childhood so if that was totally ruined I’d be sad.

What has been the most challenging fic for you to write?

The smut I wrote for Wickoff! It was the first smut I’d ever written but I was desperate for more Wickoff smut and I had a good idea. Not doing that again for a while, though. Smut is hard as fuck.

Are there any themes or tropes that you particularly like to explore in your writing?

Angst with a happy ending is my go-to, and I love found family and platonic soulmates. All very standard The Magicians fare, which is why I love the show so much.

Are there any writers that inspire your work? Fanfiction or otherwise?

hufflepuffjohnjaqobis, I brainstorm with them all the time! As for novelists I really love Seanan McGuire.

What are you currently reading? Fanfiction or otherwise?

Any Magicians fanfiction with Julia in it and some Glee fanfiction to be honest.

What is the most valuable piece of writing advice you’ve ever been given?

Just keep writing! And like what you write! I know that sounds weird and hard, but you’re writing because you want to see the story you’re creating out in the world. Like it! Appreciate the work you put into it, the twists and turns, the silly foreshadowing! You did it, be proud!

Cringe time:

Are there any words or phrases you worry about over using in your work?

YES. The word “so”, raised eyebrows, crossed arms, people ‘freezing”. There’s more I’m just blanking.

What was the first fanfic that you wrote? Do you still have access to it?

No I do not. That notebook is long gone. First typed fic is gone too, it was a Degrassi fic.

Rapid Fire Round:

Self-edit or Beta? Self-edit because I’m a fanfiction gremlin

Comments or Kudos/Reblogs or Likes? Comments of course, but I know sometimes those are hard and I appreciate every Kudo

Smut, Fluff or Angst? Angst queen.

Quick & Dirty or Slow Burn? Slow burn. To match the angst.

Favourite season? Season 3.

Favourite episode? Thirty-Nine Graves.

Favourite book(The Magicians books)? None, haven’t read them all yet.

Three favourite words? Lithe, mittens, magic

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