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RUBÍ (2020) Capitulo 3

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the space between

For the Fic in a Box exchange, I wrote a Lokius fic. You can read it here.

The first time Loki kissed Mobius—it was an accident. Beyond his control, really.

The second time—actually, it wasn’t truly a second time at all, because Mobius had kissed him.

And the third time, well—Loki has no explanation for that. No, wait, he does: he was drunk. Completely sloshed.

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After the second Time War, Loki, Mobius and Sylvie are settling down into a routine at the TVA. Loki uncovers something surprising about Mobius, and sets out to help Mobius rediscover a few experiences the TVA took away. All in the name of being a good friend.

He learns a few things about himself along the way.

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RUBÍ (2020) Capitulo 19

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RUBÍ (2020) Capitulo 11

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RUBÍ (2020) Capitulo 8

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RUBÍ (2020) Capitulo 11

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RUBÍ (2020) Capitulo 22

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RUBÍ (2020) Capitulo 9

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Love Me to Life

I wrote a couple of fics for a fairy-tale inspired challenge. Love Me to Life is a twist on the Pygmalion myth, featuring Quentin doing lots of work with his hands, Eliot immortalized in marble, and a little bit of dream sex.

“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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There's No Place Like Home - Chapter 5

Latest chapter to my WIP is here - please check it out and leave a kudo or comment if you feel so inclined!

“He cooked the same birthday dinner he made for you for years. Made sure your birthday cake had all your favorite flavors. Kissed you in front of your dad. For no reason. Gave you a really sentimental birthday gift to remind you of the child that you raised together.” Julia shakes her head as Quentin rolls his eyes. Can he just please be allowed to wallow in sadness on his birthday? It’s his fucking day! Or weekend. What the fuck ever. “You should go to Fillory and talk to him.”

“Jules, please,” Quentin says, running a hand through his hair. “I am not doing that. He’s made it pretty clear what he doesn’t want, and that’s me. Long-term me, at least.” He gestures out with one hand in exasperation. “And why are you defending him? You’re my lifelong best friend. I gave him a blowjob on my birthday and then he ditched me. Aren’t you supposed to be on my side?” He’s so riled up he doesn’t even notice they now have an audience.

“Who’d you give a blowjob to?” Penny asks, reaching in between them for his beer.

Quentin’s eyes go wide, but before he can respond, Kady butts in with, “God, please say it was Eliot. We’re all so tired of this will-they-won’t-they bullshit.”

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Created for the Evermore event hosted by @queliotevents​. 

This is the first of several edits inspired by Taylor Swift’s evermore - every song is represented, save “it’s time to go” because by the time it hit and I listened to it I just didn’t have the strength to try to either turn that into Queliot or apply it elsewhere in the show.

The mosaic immediately sprang to mind when I was looking over the lyrics for “willow.” I’m pretty psyched to have my favorite little shimmy from Eliot feature in the first gif for this event. And then the back shoulder hand drag. Followed by a gorgeously lit hug. Ending with that little hand-over-hand move... /swoon

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Created for the Queliot evermore event by @queliotevents

This was the first edit I made for this album. Immediate mosaic vibes. 

oh, i can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland my house of stone your ivy grows and now i'm covered in your

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Created for the Queliot evermore event by @queliotevents.

The edits I made for this song are my favorite of the bunch (yes there is a second one coming later today!).

This one tells the story of Quentin almost getting expelled, to Jane/Eliza not wiping his memory, to heading home to best ever BBQ with his BFF’s.

I know, I know, the first gif doesn’t really look like it’s a bad time. I love Jane’s expression in the second gif. And Quentin’s smile, Eliot’s wave... /sigh.

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The Only Exception (with the floppy hair)

Hey, I wrote a new fic. It’s about soulmates, inspired by my buddy @freneticfloetry​. You can read it here.

I also created a collection for Magicians soulmate fics. If you have ever written a TM soulmate fic for any pairing or write one in the future, feel free to add it to the collection. You can find it here.

Beside him, Margo turns to him, frowning. “Eliot, you just had your balls in a twist because you’d never gone to this festival, and now you’re trying to hoist it off on anyone else?”

“Yeah, that was before I found out it was less about sex and more about… lifetime commitments to total strangers.”

“Fen said it’s rare,” Quentin pipes up. “That people find their soulmate. And we’re Children of Earth, so we don’t know if the magic would even work on us.” Quentin still isn’t looking at Eliot, talking to the table. Oh, Quentin, Eliot thinks. You always seem to be the exception to every rule.

Margo sighs. “Look, cut the goddamn ribbon and set up camp in whatever fucking tent you like the best. Skip the soulmate bullshit and make your own Encanto out of it; just keep the locals happy so next election, we win the humans and the talking animals.”

The thought of Eliot finding a soulmate is laughable, at best. He’s not destined for ‘true love’ or any of that bullshit—he’s the loyal best friend that watches all his friends pair off or get married while he pines after the man that will never love him back the way he wants. Finding a soulmate is a fun concept to think about, but if Eliot attends the ceremony, he’ll just be left standing with a lump of coal while everyone else celebrates.

Eliot is still looking at Quentin, who finally glances up and meets Eliot’s eyes. Eliot gives him a small smile, which Quentin returns. Eliot puts on his best ‘Yes, Bambi’ smile, turning back to Margo. “Of course, my dear. Anything you require, we are at your service.”

“Good,” Margo says, all smiles in an instant. “The carriage leaves tomorrow morning. It’s a day’s ride to the Broken Bay. Now, last thing on the agenda—the land sharks are petitioning for access to the Swept Coast. Why the fuck do they want access to the water; aren’t they called land sharks for a reason?”

Eliot tunes out the rest of the meeting, nodding politely where appropriate, but really just watching Quentin, who’s passionately advocating for the opportunity for land sharks and sea sharks to like, cohabitate or some shit. He’s all sparkling eyes and talking with his hands, like he always is when he’s really into whatever nerd shit he’s going on about. At one point he reaches up to push back a few tendrils of hair and adjust his crown on his head again, which only makes it more crooked. Eliot smiles to himself. There really is no one else like him in the world.

Then he thinks of a tiny flame flaring up in Quentin’s palm, and his delighted expression as it lights up his entire face. And Eliot’s smile falls into a frown.

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There's No Place Like Home - Chapter 6

The latest chapter of my fake-dating post-mosaic WIP is up! Getting close to the end. Read it here.

And just like that, Quentin knows this is it. He’s standing on a precipice, ready to throw himself over, to fall hard and fast. He can only hope that when he hits bottom, Eliot will be there to catch him.

We always have a choice, Quentin thinks. And I need to finally tell you mine.

“It's all a lie,” Eliot says. “And I—”

“It doesn't have to be.”

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Created for the Femslash February event by @tmfemslashevents

prompt: dark AU

In which first year Alice is at first put off by Margo’s advances, but slowly comes around... but Margo is killed by the Beast before Alice can fully give in. In her desperation to bring Margo back, she niffins out... but refuses to give up on her quest to bring Margo back.

Cosmic Love

Florence + The Machine