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“What’s better than coaxing an ornery, twitchy boy into bed?” Margo asked.
“Coaxing his roommate into my bed,” Kady said.
“Point, Kady,” Margo said.
“I’m not doing it. I need a job. Not a Quentin. I can’t afford to take anyone out. And he said no. I’m going to be waiting tables in Jersey or—”
“Working on a goat farm. I know,” Margo said. “I know you love goats. And drama. It makes sense.” Eliot hated goats. Their eyes. They'd seen things.
Kady put her beer down with a thunk. “I’ll waive your rent for October.”
“You’ll what now?”
“I’ll pay for your date. Waive your rent. Just get Quentin to go to grad school prom with you so Julia will go with me.”
“Jesus, Kady,” Margo drawled. “What’s this girl’s deal? Does her pussy taste like cotton candy?”
Kady groaned. “I wouldn’t know.”
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I don't wanna walk alone (so let’s get married) by portraitofemmy
Fandoms: The Magicians (TV)
17 Nov 2020
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Queliot Week Day 2: “We're married” + Love
A wedding in the mountains and a heartfelt conversation.
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- Part 2 of Queliot Week 2020
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18 Mar 2026
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It's a rainy night in Brooklyn.
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Eliot and Quentin take care of each other.Bookmarked by agentscully
12 Mar 2026
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Quentin Coldwater is a vampire, which means he constantly wants to kill and eat everyone, and so far he’s handled that through a few simple and rational measures: he never leaves his apartment, pays rent with remote gig jobs, and has his best friend bring him bagged blood and library books. His undead life looks a lot like clinical depression and agoraphobia. This might be about to change.
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16 Dec 2025
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I am obsessed with this weird vampire story. <3
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“What time do you get off work, Quentin Coldwater?”
Quentin closed the till. “Why do you ask?”
“Because.” The customer’s smile broadened, or deepened, or darkened. “You’re cute, and I’d like to fuck you.”
Quentin laughed out loud at that—his brazenness, the sheer absurdity of the statement. How impossible it was to take him seriously. “Is that your best line?”
“Depends.” The customer tilted his head, a gesture at once predatory and playful—as though he intended simultaneously to promise danger and to assure Quentin that this was really all one big game the two of them were playing together. “Did it work?”
(Or: In which Quentin did get into Yale, and magic is not, in fact, real, but being seduced by Eliot Waugh nonetheless retains some sparkle-restoring properties.)