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Queliot S1 Frenemies to Lovers

Okay SO! This is a fic that I wrote a full 8k of before abandoning because I decided it needed to be Written Differently and then I just sort of... never did that. But I really love the concept and I hope to go back to it one day when I’m not writing 100k+ of Quentin getting dommed and being sad.

Basically: established relationship fic where Eliot and Quentin are living alone together in the penthouse. The fic opens with the two of them getting ready to go to their first party at the PKC in a while to blow off some steam and Quentin can’t stop thinking about how hot Eliot is. At the party Quentin makes some casual remark about everyone in the room wanting to fuck Eliot and Eliot is like... oh are you jealous? And Quentin’s like... I don’t think so? And confesses that it actually turns him on to know so many people want what he has.

Cut to Quentin agreeing to allow Eliot to flirt with another boy as foreplay. Cut to them leaving the party and having crazy rough sex back at the penthouse while Quentin confesses what he actually wants is to watch Eliot fuck someone else in front of him. Cut to Eliot fucking someone else while Quentin watches. Cut to this evolving into a threesome and...

That’s sort of where I stopped writing and what exists in the doc is super super rough even for a rough draft, but here’s a tiny bit of the opening:

Quentin stood in the doorway of the bathroom, watching Eliot primp in the mirror. “You’re so hot,” he said, a smile tugging at his mouth. “Do you have any idea how hot you are?”

Eliot laughed, tucking one last strand of hair into place. “Do you have any idea how hot you are, Coldwater?” he said, turning his attention away from the mirror, stepping into Quentin’s personal space.

“No,” Quentin said, wrapping his arms around Eliot’s waist, pressing a kiss into the hollow of his throat. “Because I’m not hot like you.”

“Bullshit.” Eliot took Quentin by the shoulders and pushed him back. “You’re hot.”

“Look at you,” Quentin said, playfully incredulous. “Your shirt probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. You spent at least forty-five minutes on your hair just now.”

“And without all these expensive clothes and forty-five minute hairstyles, my love, I’d look like something that just crawled out of the Hudson.” Eliot pressed a kiss to Quentin’s forehead. “You wake up the most beautiful man alive.”

exactly what it says on the tin. i really like a lot of the bits i’ve written for this but i haven’t quite worked out the way to make it... work, yet.

“Woah, what the fuck is that?”

Previous demure demeanour gone so suddenly it conjures the sensation of fingers snapping, she settles back over his hips to get a better look and he sighs, sitting up to unfasten his sleeves and shrug himself properly from his shirt.

“It’s a glucose monitor,” he says.

“You’re diabetic?”

“No,” he snaps, defensive now, “I just like to keep track of what’s going into my body.”

“Currently reconsidering what’s about to be going into my body,” she says, under her breath but not really, and the way she tilts her head, still studying him, makes his skin burn. “Kinda feels like I’m about to fuck a robot.”

His gaze shifts pointedly to the sex toy on her nightstand, arching a judgmental brow, before returning to slide the soft swell of her stomach. “Would you prefer it if we pretended I had diabetes? Seems like that could be an informational role play for you."

i felt this way too but hadn't been able to articulate to myself why i felt so bummed by it... you're totally right!! one hopes that the lessons they learned about supporting each other and whatnot persist and i think that's what we're meant to extrapolate but it doesn't feel realistic

Thanks!! <3

12. Who is your favorite author?

Oh gosh. I’m going to have to answer this in multiple parts. So Angela Carter is probably my overall favorite. For horror: Paul Tremblay. For fantasy: T. Kingfisher. Others I need to mention: Leigh Bardugo, Victoria Schwab, Deanna Raybourn. I feel like I’m forgetting the entire world.

28. Is there a part of Ruins you’re surprised no one has picked up on yet?

Hmm. A few things. The first, I’ve dropped only a very small hint of and I haven’t seen anybody remark on it - no additional details here because it relates to End Spoilers. The second, several people have sort of noticed but I haven’t handed out all the pieces yet - this one is about Felassan. The third, something woven into the entire story regarding the nature of Lavellan and Solas’ relationship to each other. I’ve seen a few nods in the right direction on this one (and it has the most hints that are already in the published chapters, so it makes sense that people pick up on it more).

Hope you enjoyed this thoroughly cryptic answer. 🙃

34. Have you felt emotional while writing a scene before? What scene was it?

Um yeah, all the time, so much. This is going to sound silly, but I have this feeling that I think of as “ecstatic writing,” by which I mean I manage to get to a point (almost always thanks to music) where I’ve just got the emotion so clearly in my mind that it’s a lot easier to write it out, and the words really start to flow. 

A lot of times I just need to listen to a song on repeat to get to this point. I’ve definitely talked before about listening to North by Sleeping at Last when I was writing the Roots chapter of Ruins. More recently, I listened to Wanna Be by Betty Who while writing the most recent Ruins chapter (which is going to sound absolutely bonkers if you know the song or read the lyrics, so hear me out).

Sometimes, as with North, the song is actually is relevant to what’s going on in the scene itself. But then, with Wanna Be - that’s a song about being jealous (but in a kind of desperate, pathetic, torch-song way) because the person you love is in love with someone else. That is definitely not what’s going on in Ruins but something about the fearlessness and lack of shame in the lyrics and sound of that song resonated hugely with me while I was writing that chapter. It made me feel like writing something unapologetic and unhidden. I can’t really explain why it worked, I just knew it did, so I stuck it on repeat and ran with it.