Round #2, June 2021

[shmaz]

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ROUND #2

Rules:
1. Golden rule: YKINMKATO.
2. Book spoilers must be clearly tagged in post titles.
3. All comments must be anonymous.
4. Please title your prompt posts. All prompts are welcome, from fluff to angst to smut.
5. Fills must be posted as a response to the original prompt (links to AO3 etc are allowed) & must have "FILL" in the title.
6. Multiple fills for the same prompt are allowed and welcomed.
7. Content warnings will not be enforced but are appreciated.
8. Please wait until the next round to repost a prompt.

Is it a zombie apocalypse? Perhaps a Season 5 resurrection AU? No, it's the revival of the Magicians Kinkmeme -- we're back for Round #2, baby!

Please hop over to the mod post if you have any questions. When you fill a prompt, please feel free to link to it in the fills post so that others can easily find it.

Have fun, get weird and be kind to each other!

Comments

Re: FILL: Question/Eliot & the end of a shitty night (CW: SUBSTANCE ABUSE)

[(Anonymous)]

original prompter here

I am DESPERATELY in love with this; it's brutal and beautiful, and everything I could have possibly hoped for. it's like you pulled the exact thing I wanted straight out of my brain, like a rabbit out of a hat.

He isn’t even responsible enough to be the one to break the kiss. Eliot does, his smile splitting between them, and it’s not even… It feels real. Breathless. Giddy. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Come on, see? It’s fine. All fine.” He nuzzles close again, lips soft at the corner of Quentin’s mouth. “Just—”

Fuck. Quentin’s fucking this up so bad, in so many ways. “El.” He manages to pull his chin back, just barely. He gets his palms against Eliot’s chest. “Hold on, just. Wait, okay?”

Eliot stops, but for a brief, frozen moment he doesn’t pull away, and— Quentin thinks about flowers dunked in liquid nitrogen at the science museum. Beautiful and eerie and brittle. Petals smashed to pieces for a fucking spectacle.

IT HURTS SO GOOD

“I say a lot of shit,” Eliot says. He manages to drag himself up to his knees, and then to one unsteady foot. “I am fucking- constantly spouting bullshit. It never stops. How have you not caught on to this by now?” He sways, and Quentin doesn’t know if he’s going to, like, topple over or not, but he reaches out anyway, catches his palm under Eliot’s ribs.

this fucking FLASH of honesty that Quentin doesn't realize the full depth of, you're absolutely killing me with this

THANK YOU THANK YOU! this is fucking majestic