Parts of One Whole - The Magicians Soulmate Collection
This collection houses any fic that features the "soulmate" trope for The Magicians fandom (book or TV). Any soulmate pairing or relationships (platonic, romantic, triads, etc) are welcome. The same for any soulmate mythology - soul marks, strings - anything goes. This collection is always open and unmoderated. If any fics are ever added that are not for The Magicians or do not feature the soulmate trope, they will be deleted.
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it's been a while, hasn't it?
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- Part 7 of Short Smut Stories.
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When El had asked him, Quentin had hesitated, because even at the tender age of fourteen, he’d been well aware of the way his heart and body reacted to Eliot’s very presence. He’d wondered, painfully often, what it would be like to place his hands along the expanse of Eliot’s ribs, how it would feel to press their lips together. And doing what they had done, binding themselves together forever more… it meant he’d never get to find out.
(First, Eliot and Quentin end up together for the rest of their lives. Then, those lives get a lot more complicated.) -
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Quentin and Eliot get matching tattoos before they even meet. Throughout multiple lifetimes and timelines, they learn the meaning of the tattoos and discover their soul bond, for good or ill. When Quentin dies at the Seam, Eliot discovers that their bond may be the only way to bring back his soulmate. But first he has to admit to himself that such a bond is something they both deserve.
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“Holy shit,” Julia says. She lets her bag drop to the floor, her eyes wide as she walks around the statue. “Q, this is amazing. I knew you had talent from the stuff you made at Columbia, but this—wow.”
“Thanks,” Quentin says tightly. He looks over the sculpture, trying to imagine seeing it with Julia’s eyes. All he sees are the imperfections—the cracks in the clay that he needs to fill, the indentations of his fingers he needs to smooth out, or the malformed spots he needs to revisit. But when he strips all that away and imagines that someone else made it, that a stranger’s hands spent so many hours recreating the love of his life—he can admit it’s the best thing he’s ever made.
“Who is he?” Julia asks. “I don’t think I’ve met him. Pretty sure I would remember.”
“You remember a couple of months ago, I told you I kept dreaming about a guy?”
“Yeah? He’s—” She looks at the sculpture, and then back to Quentin. “No way. He’s real? You met him?” Her eyes are wide, a smile starting to form on her face.
“Not exactly,” Quentin says.
A Queliot fanfiction, with a Pygmalion twist.
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- Part 2 of Soulmates, Bitches!
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Eliot’s arm is on fire, Margo is panicking, and Josh is full blown freaking out. How Eliot gets himself into these situations he doesn’t know. Come on, think, think, think, what the hell happened?