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MAGICIANS BIG BANG WEEK 1: RECAP

(you are) my very best thing by @portraitofemmy, @stormscoming (Art: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)

Quentin Coldwater is trying to figure out what he wants from life. Everyone around him seems to be stepping off into adulthood with career success and personal accomplishments; his childhood best friend is even getting married. And then there’s the Eliot of it all— Eliot Waugh, Quentin’s friend, confidant, found family member... who he’s been sleeping with for the better part of a year. Eliot’s the only person in Quentin’s life not trying to push him in one direction or the other, but it may turn out that Eliot’s the person he wants to build his future around after all.

the way i need to wake by @aspiringtoeloquence, @mariek-artblog (Art: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

“Some love stories don’t have a happy ending. Some are tragedies. Sometimes a person is gone, and no amount of luck or love – no matter how real, or un-repressed, or potentially life-altering – can change that. Luckily, this isn’t one of those stories.”

Quentin Coldwater is dead. And then, all of a sudden... he isn’t? Chronicling the months before and after Q reappears out of the blue. Because if something magical seems too good to be true, Eliot Waugh has learned that it definitely is.

Once Upon a Place Sometimes by @nellie-elizabeth, @vriah (Art)

The night the Physical Kids’ Cottage burns down, Quentin is alone in his room, sulking. He could have been at the party downstairs. He’d been invited to the party downstairs. But ever since the... incident with Eliot, things have been weird between them. Quentin hadn’t wanted to mope around the edges of the room and pine for simpler days. And so he’s alone, forced to escape through his bedroom window, as the magical flames tear the Cottage down to the studs.

In the aftermath, Quentin, Eliot and the other Physical Kids are left to pick up the pieces, both literally and metaphorically, of what happened that night. And in Quentin’s case, of what happened months earlier, when he’d humiliated himself and lost the closeness of the most important friendship of his adult life.

Luckily, even if things can never go back to the way they were, that doesn’t mean they can’t be fixed. And in the meantime, there’s a shortage of bedrooms on campus in the absence of the Cottage...

shooting the moon by @tomelettesandgreggs, @aniallating (Art: 1, 2, 3)

What happens in Vegas does NOT stay in Vegas. When Margo and Quentin head on a spontaneous trip to Las Vegas without Eliot, they have a little too much fun and things get out of hand. Yeah, they sort of got married, but it's nothing a quick annulment can't fix. Eliot doesn't care at all, obviously. Why would it bother him?

hung aloft the night by @knifetop/@yourtinseltinkerbell

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence; detailed warnings in endnotes

Word Count: 63,826

Relationships: Eliot Waugh/Quentin Coldwater

Summary:

There are vampires in New York. It’s 1888 and Quentin Coldwater, the son of a respectable new-money family, attends yet another soul-crushing society party. The underworld he stumbles upon at this one changes his life forever, and marks the beginning of his connection with Eliot, and Eliot’s companion, Margo—both of them vampires. His dearest friends, Julia Wicker and her fiancé James, are from his perspective none the wiser, but Julia’s own life has also been changed. Quentin learns that the world is both stranger and more horrible than he thought, and along the way he deals with his unspoken arrangement of a high-society match to Alice Quinn; encounters conman medium and real psychic, Penny Adiyodi; and eventually learns of Julia’s entanglement with Kady, a woman newly-cursed with a monstrous affliction.

    —the sword sinks deeper into the ground as Quentin’s heart sings it, cries it, shouts it into the sky—     —more—     The world goes white.

Art Masterpost for Once Upon A Place Somtimes by @nellie-elizabeth

"I mean, I don’t know if I'd go that far—" Quentin laughs and then immediately cuts himself off when he sees a text alert flash across Margo’s phone. From Eliot.

Haha very funny, it says.

Because the last text Margo sent him, presumably, was that selfie in the chapel, in front of that tacky JUST MARRIED! banner.

Oh god.

And it was in this fashion that they lived.

    The man was much taller than him, and dressed in odd finery, a frill at his throat and a jacket with brocade that shone silver. He had one hand now on each of Quentin’s shoulders, and did not drop them, or speak immediately. The only change to him was a smile, as if something within him had been wound out.     Quentin stared at him.     “Hello,” said the man, as if they had been introduced.