The Queliot Fic Library

AO3: and it would all come down to this (three points where two lines met)

Author: oximore

Word Count: 15,331

Summary: Soulmarks AU where the first words the one you're soulbonded to are written on your skin.

Excerpt: 

Eliot was a child when his soulmark appeared.

He remembered the wonder he felt when it happened, watching words emerged, circling around his right elbow like a ribbon. Or a like a snake, coiled around his skin. His parents weren't marked. It was not something rare or strange, marked people were usually somewhere between thirty-six and forty-five percent of the worldwide population in the last decades. In the past, over seventy percent of the world population carried a soulmark, but the rate had been going down over the last century, though no one knew how to explain it.

Eliot hadn’t known what it was when it appeared but he just found it beautiful. And even though the joy he felt that day did not last, he still cherished the memory.

Growing up somewhat drained the wonder. It was not like there was one precise moment when things stumbled and went down, it had been a muddier process. Being a gay kid in a small farmer town in Indiana didn’t help - even if he wasn't "out", he was always different, always feeling in the wrong place. He knew he didn’t belong there. People in town knew it too – they could feel it - even his own parents. When a few years later a bus killed Logan Kinear, he wondered why even an incredible thing like telekinesis had to be tainted too.

AO3: Breaking Out

Author: Dorian_The_Grey

Word count: 2,607 (WIP)

Summary: After years of playing the tag-along Quentin finally gets the push he needs to break out of his shell.

With encouragement from friends, a new wardrobe, and a new attitude he captures the attention of the one person he's been hung up on for months.

But that's not the only person who's eye he's caught.

Excerpt: 

"I am not entirely comfortable with this situation." Quentin comments as Margo, once again, shoves an armful of clothes to his chest and demands him to try them all on.

She'd been doing this all day, waking him up at some inhumane hour to drag him from one store to the next all around New York. Most of the time complaining more than he had himself.

"Well I'm not comfortable watching you skulk around the cottage dressed like a homeless slob." Margo quipped back.

"I-- do not skulk." Quentin says, rolling his eyes with an exasperated sigh. He appreciated his friends concern, as uncomfortable as it may be, but he didn't see the point of dressing up. It's not like he was trying to impress anyone. And the one person he might want to was so far out of his league, and so very uninterested in him, that they probably wouldn't even notice anyway.

"Listing up Q, I don't know why, but I actually like you. Now, the whole frumpy nerd thing was working at first, but you seriously need to step up your game.You are not that friendless, depressed little nobody anymore. You have friends, who actually care about you. And if there is one thing your friends know, i.e. Me, it's that the better you dress on the outside, the better you'll feel on the inside."

AO3: You’re crashing but you’re no wave

Author: oximore

Word count: 8,980

Summary: Quentin didn't check positive as either a guide or a sentinel when he was a child. Not that it came as a surprise to his parents - there was no history of either in their families, and they hadn't expected it to be any different with their son.

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[Guides & Sentinels AU]

Excerpt: 

Quentin didn't check positive as either a guide or a sentinel when he was a child.

Not that it came as a surprise to his parents - there was no history of either in their families, and they hadn't expected it to be any different with their son. Testing children wasn’t obligatory anymore, not the way it had been barely over two decades ago, but most schools had children tested at least once.

Parents could refuse now though, and plenty who had either guides or sentinels in their family did because the Center was still far from clearing all the distrust its predecessors had built in some people. But Quentin’s parents hadn’t felt like they had a reason to refuse and Quentin had never cared enough about it to not want to take it either, even as he grew older.

AO3: Almost Like Magic 

Author: Bluesummers

Word count: 3,444 

Summary: Quentin happens upon Eliot during his first heat, but for some reason is reluctant to act on his urges.

Excerpt: 

It all started when Alice got up and announced she needed to get to the heat room. She was typically very organized and went there before the first signs of her heat showed, but this time it must have hit her a bit early, because up until that point she'd been casually reading on the carpet.

Quentin has offered to escort her there, of course, but she preferred Josh – a beta – to do it. She was probably right, too. He could already catch a hint of her smell, and it was making him edgy. Janet was also more restless than usual. Quentin was actually relieved when the two left.

Eliot, who's been standing by the window with his back to the room this whole time, silently turned and went upstairs. Quentin couldn't help but feel sorry for him. At twenty two, he hasn't presented yet. It must have been tough, even without seeing all your friends in rut.

Janet couldn't calm down, constantly sniffing at Alice's lingering smell, and soon after rushed out herself, probably in search for omegas.

And so Quentin found himself lying on the library couch with a glass of wine in his hand, all alone.

AO3: Burning 

Author: ACR

Word count: 3,697

Summary:  Eliot is broken. But no one understands broken as well as Quentin does.

Excerpt: 

Eliot was a child when his soulmark appeared.

He remembered the wonder he felt when it happened, watching words emerged, circling around his right elbow like a ribbon. Or a like a snake, coiled around his skin. His parents weren't marked. It was not something rare or strange, marked people were usually somewhere between thirty-six and forty-five percent of the worldwide population in the last decades. In the past, over seventy percent of the world population carried a soulmark, but the rate had been going down over the last century, though no one knew how to explain it.

Eliot hadn’t known what it was when it appeared but he just found it beautiful. And even though the joy he felt that day did not last, he still cherished the memory.

Growing up somewhat drained the wonder. It was not like there was one precise moment when things stumbled and went down, it had been a muddier process. Being a gay kid in a small farmer town in Indiana didn’t help - even if he wasn't "out", he was always different, always feeling in the wrong place. He knew he didn’t belong there. People in town knew it too – they could feel it - even his own parents. When a few years later a bus killed Logan Kinear, he wondered why even an incredible thing like telekinesis had to be tainted too.

AO3: The B Team

Author: justcallmeasmodeus

Word count: 4,453

Summary: A weekend getaway based on the song B Team by Marianas Trench.

Excerpt:

You could want this, see if it fits for a bit and if you don’t like it, then you can go like you have been, and I’ll never tell, never tell, never tell how I fell for it, I never fell before.

The sudden silence caused Eliot to open his eyes. Margo stood above him dangling his ear buds and blocking his sun. She had her hip thrown out and a margarita in her hand. “Can I help you Bambi?” “I’m bored. Entertain me.” She dropped to the sand next to him, her hand raised to prevent any loss of alcohol. “A private beach on Lake George, endless sunshine,” Eliot took a sip of her margarita, “and an endless supply liquor, which could use more lime, and you’re bored?” Margo grabbed her drink back defensively. “Sorry Daddy, there’s just no one for me to fuck.” She pouted and gave him sad eyes over the rim of her margarita as she sipped it. “Well then go find somebody. I’m relaxing.” He laid back down and closed his eyes, smiling at Margo’s huff. “You’re as boring as Q.” She got up, tossing his ear buds back on his chest, and stalked off down the beach.

AO3: The Play’s the Thing 

Author: Lexalicious70

Word count: 2,749

Summary: Eliot and Quentin have married, but Eliot finds himself dealing with Quentin’s anxiety and fear over the consummation. A visiting King Idri has a plan.

Excerpt: 

“Well! Someone doesn’t look like a very happy monarch.”

Eliot looked up and then rose from his throne as Idri entered with two of his men at arms.

“Idri. I wasn’t expecting you.” Eliot glanced down at his outfit—tailored trousers and a loose-fitting white silk shirt and cranberry silk scarf—and brushed his big hands over the shirt as if to smooth away any errant wrinkles. “I would have set out some refreshments—would you like some wine?”

The dark-skinned king of Loria smiled as he approached the throne and offered his hands. Eliot took them, smiling, and Idri nodded.

“There’s your smile.” He stepped forward and kissed Eliot’s lips gently. “We’ll worry about wine later, after you tell me what has you looking so unhappy.” He dismissed his men at arms with a nod and they went to stand at the entrance of the throne room.

AO3: Gasoline 

Author: nottinghamroad

Word count: 4,255 (WIP)

Summary: Quentin finds his way back to Fillory after being banished, and the first person he sees upon his return brings back old memories....

(This is a mixture of book canon, the SyFy series canon, and good old fashioned fanon).

Excerpt: 

“Then Eliot hugged him, a long hug, and when he was done he kissed Quentin on the mouth. That Quentin felt.” --The Magician King, chapter 57.

Quentin stood at the entrance to Castle Whitespire, overwhelmed with the deluge of memory that had begun the moment he had crossed the drawbridge. It was a curious feeling, standing at the grand entrance, seemingly in the liminal space between his life as a middle-aged professor at Brakebills and his wild youth as a king of Fillory. He let his eyes travel over the carvings and paintings that decorated the grand entrance, and was surprised to see himself, Margo, and Eliot featured in a few of the newer-looking paintings in the center archway. Quentin took a few steps closer to the center archway, a few steps closer to what was now almost a decade in his past, his life as the Magician King, and his gaze settled on the most central painting adorning the center archway.

It depicted, in heart-wrenching detail, Alice’s defeat of the Beast, and her subsequent transformation into a niffin. Quentin found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the painting. He waited for the familiar swooping emptiness to take over his consciousness and to plunge him into a depression that he would (almost) happily wallow in for a few days because it would bring her memory back, however briefly.

AO3: Movin’ Out (Quentin’s Song)

Author: Lexalicious70

Word Count: 1,873

Summary: For Quentin, moving into the Physical Kids cottage was like stepping into a home he never knew existed.

Excerpt:

Quentin whistled the same three bars of the Billy Joel song repeatedly and sang the words in his head as he packed his battered suitcase. He knew he was risking Penny coming out of nowhere to take his head off his shoulders, but even the threat of his belligerent roommate (ex-roommate!) couldn’t quell the excitement he felt.

Magic was real, Eliza had figured out a way for him to stay at Brakebills, and now he was being moved to the Physical Kids Cottage to round out the number of students living there. While Quentin knew he wasn’t really a Physical Kid and they had yet to truly figure out his discipline, the abilities he’d shown so far were close enough to earn him a place at the cottage—that beautiful cottage—with Eliot, Margo, and the rest of that enigmatic group.

Quentin slammed his suitcase shut and headed down the dorm stairs. His heart was filled with a sensation he almost didn’t recognize, and then he grinned as he reached the bottom step.

AO3: Rose’s Thorn

Author: yuiseau

Word count: 9,251 (WIP)

Summary:  In which Quentin Coldwater is switched to a new high school, where he meets a fantastic new set of friends. One has a pretty good ass.

Excerpt: 

No one wants to be the "new kid" in school. The feeling of being lost, alone, with nowhere to go is nearly crippling when one walks into a new school. Testing the waters is difficult; and fitting in to a social group is nearly impossible, especially for juniors in high school. The cliques have been formed, and have been formed for around 2 years. No one needs fresh meat in their circle of friends.

Quentin Coldwater is not in luck. Sadly, he is a junior. And saldy, he has no friends.

But the key objective that sets Quentin apart from the rest of the anxiety-ridden newcomers is that he has been in situations like this before. 6 times, to be exact.

His family isn't poor, per se, only straddling the edge of poverty and the middle class, but unable to find footing in either direction. Life is hard when you have no place to belong. The streets are too dirty, but a house is too expensive. The in-between is the roughest patch to live in whilst living in the United States.

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