queliot post s5 infidelity..... 👀
I've talked about this one a bit before but basically it's Quentin returns from the dead 10 years post the end of the season, Eliot is married to some nice rando who's actually good for him, but he and Q have a messy affair that ends Eliot's marriage.
Here's a snippet, I haven't written a ton of this but my goodness I really want to. The vibes of it are so specifically tough and kind of mean and messy and Not Pretty in this way I worry I am incapable of pulling off, but I want to give it a try.
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In the end, he has to excuse himself to the bathroom to throw up before he can hear the full story. It’s funny, all the times he used to imagine seeing Quentin again, some miracle giving him a second chance, and he’d never imagine nausea being the overriding physical sensation accompanying what should be the happiest moment of his life, but it’s there, roiling through his gut, his head pounding and eyes stinging, entire body recoiling from sensory overload as he hears Julia’s excited, loud voice telling the story. He keeps flinching every time Quentin’s voice cuts through to embellish the details. He’d forgotten the sound of his voice. Forgotten that he’d forgotten it, forgotten to think about the way his mouth moves. Fuck.
“El, are you okay?” Quentin asks at one point, and Eliot makes an involuntary whine in the back of his throat. Quentin’s voice, saying his name. Quentin’s voice. Quentin. Q. Quentin. He’s going to be sick again.
There’s a hand on his back and he leans into Ben’s touch automatically. He’s anchoring himself with Ben’s presence but at the same time it’s like Ben isn’t really there. And Julia isn’t really there. Eliot himself isn’t really there, it’s only Q, Quentin is the only thing that exists. Which means this must be death, this place, this feeling, it must be death. Because Q is dead. That much he knows. That much he’s been forced to know every day for the last ten years. He has carried it as a talisman, it is a fact that grounds him to the earth.














