shmaz ([personal profile] shmaz) wrote in [community profile] magicianskinkmeme2017-01-27 10:48 pm
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Round #1, February 2017

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Welcome to Round #1 of the Magicians Kinkmeme!  Please hop over to the
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Have fun and be kind to each other!

Puppy Love 1/?

(Anonymous) 2017-03-18 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
It's been... a really long time since I wrote anything, and this is the first fic I've ever written for Magicians, and I really hope someone else comes along and does another fill for this that does it justice, but in the meantime, I hope you like.

He gets it. Really, he does. Quentin had his little High School Musical audition while he was stuck in his own head, Penny heard, they shared a moment, huzzah. All is well with Brakebills again, so why the fuck is Quentin Cold-fucking-water still singing Taylor Swift in his head?

“Seriously, man?” Penny snapped after the third round of “Love Story” performed off-key. And Quentin can’t even sing on-key in his own head? What the hell was that about?

“Sorry,” Quentin said, and to his credit, he did look sorry, but that’s also kind of his default look, so Penny’s not sure what to do with it. Ignoring it sounds like a good plan. Quentin pushed his hair back and shot Penny a nervous look from behind a stack of books.

“That’s what you said the last time,” Penny said, throwing his notebook on the cramped library table and falling into the chair. He switches off his music, the heavy dubstep beat still coming through strong even with his headphones off. “Strengthen. Your Damn. Wards.”

“Right, right, I will, sorry – “ Quentin muttered. He refused to make eye contact with Penny, shuffling his papers around instead, and Penny had a minute to think, What the hell is going on with him now? when he… heard something. Oh. Oh, fuck no.

“You’re kidding me, right?” he said disbelievingly.

Quentin looked trapped, eyes gone wide and scared, and he stumbled over what might have been an apology.

Hearing other people’s thoughts wasn’t always a bad thing. It got downright annoying, listening to everyone thinking things like, “I need to pick up milk,” and “Would baking soda work on this? I need to Google that tonight”, and sometimes he thought it was going to drive him around the bend, but it had its benefits occasionally. He never had the ‘does she-doesn’t she’ when he was working on crushes in middle school, and in high school, he knew that the defensive lineman for the high school team was, in fact, gay, and wasn’t going to pound Penny into a pulp for wanting to get him some of that.

And here he was, and poor little white boy Quentin was nursing a full-on puppy-love crush on him.

He started laughing. Quentin looked stricken.

“Wait, no –" Penny started, but Quentin has already shoved all of his books into his bag and taken off before Penny can finish.

Well, fuck.