The Only Exception (with the floppy hair)
Hey, I wrote a new fic. Itâs about soulmates, inspired by my buddy @freneticfloetryâ. You can read it here.
I also created a collection for Magicians soulmate fics. If you have ever written a TM soulmate fic for any pairing or write one in the future, feel free to add it to the collection. You can find it here.
Beside him, Margo turns to him, frowning. âEliot, you just had your balls in a twist because youâd never gone to this festival, and now youâre trying to hoist it off on anyone else?â
âYeah, that was before I found out it was less about sex and more about⊠lifetime commitments to total strangers.â
âFen said itâs rare,â Quentin pipes up. âThat people find their soulmate. And weâre Children of Earth, so we donât know if the magic would even work on us.â Quentin still isnât looking at Eliot, talking to the table. Oh, Quentin, Eliot thinks. You always seem to be the exception to every rule.
Margo sighs. âLook, cut the goddamn ribbon and set up camp in whatever fucking tent you like the best. Skip the soulmate bullshit and make your own Encanto out of it; just keep the locals happy so next election, we win the humans and the talking animals.â
The thought of Eliot finding a soulmate is laughable, at best. Heâs not destined for âtrue loveâ or any of that bullshitâheâs the loyal best friend that watches all his friends pair off or get married while he pines after the man that will never love him back the way he wants. Finding a soulmate is a fun concept to think about, but if Eliot attends the ceremony, heâll just be left standing with a lump of coal while everyone else celebrates.
Eliot is still looking at Quentin, who finally glances up and meets Eliotâs eyes. Eliot gives him a small smile, which Quentin returns. Eliot puts on his best âYes, Bambiâ smile, turning back to Margo. âOf course, my dear. Anything you require, we are at your service.â
âGood,â Margo says, all smiles in an instant. âThe carriage leaves tomorrow morning. Itâs a dayâs ride to the Broken Bay. Now, last thing on the agendaâthe land sharks are petitioning for access to the Swept Coast. Why the fuck do they want access to the water; arenât they called land sharks for a reason?â
Eliot tunes out the rest of the meeting, nodding politely where appropriate, but really just watching Quentin, whoâs passionately advocating for the opportunity for land sharks and sea sharks to like, cohabitate or some shit. Heâs all sparkling eyes and talking with his hands, like he always is when heâs really into whatever nerd shit heâs going on about. At one point he reaches up to push back a few tendrils of hair and adjust his crown on his head again, which only makes it more crooked. Eliot smiles to himself. There really is no one else like him in the world.
Then he thinks of a tiny flame flaring up in Quentinâs palm, and his delighted expression as it lights up his entire face. And Eliotâs smile falls into a frown.
