(hey if there’s a fic of mine you like that’s up on ao3, download it-life is uncertain)
Just wanted to say how much I really, deeply, truly love Enfleurage. Thank you for writing it.
Thank you so much! I’m really looking forward to getting back to it once i’m done my other obligations.
me: *writes 1st chapter of a fanfic*
comment: i can’t wait to know what happens next
me: hahaha me too! *sweats* me too
Author Spotlight: @ceeainthereforthat
Every week we interview a writer from The Magicians fandom. If you would like to be interviewed or you want to nominate a writer, get in touch via our ask box.
First things first, tell us a little about yourself.
THE DREADED QUESTION! I’m a novelist, in my public persona, and so I literally write all day long.
How long have you been writing for?
For years, but it was off and on until 2014, when I suddenly just started writing all the time. I started with fanfiction, I wrote original stuff, and I’ve recently come back to fanfic after being on hiatus for a couple years.
What inspired you to start writing for The Magicians?
I got into the fandom late–my first live episode was 4.11–and I never saw a season finale that so desperately needed to be erased by as much transformative fiction as possible. I was so upset. I went into reading fanfiction to help me move away from the heartbreak of 4.13.
And fic is infectious. Once I started reading stories, I started getting an idea for one. And one day I just dashed off a really short scene of queliot thirst, thinking, I’ll just get this out of my system. But it didn’t work that way, and now I have a universe alteration timeline 41 story set in an alternate first year at Brakebills that’s pushing 70k and it’s not done yet.
Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write? What it is about them that makes them your favourite?
I am really torn. Do I love writing Quentin, who resonates so deeply with the part of me that doesn’t realize that getting out of bed every day is an act of bravery? I love writing Quentin, because I feel like his headspace is so familiar–but since I’m in control of writing it, I can write these moments where Quentin comes up against his monsters and persistent feelings of self-doubt and show how he resists them by having faith in the people around him.
…Or do I love writing Eliot, who resonates so deeply with the part of me who went through growing up with people who were hostile to who you were, who you loved, how you were different, and how he walked away from all that bullshit and never looked back, and made himself what he wanted to be? I want to clutch Eliot to my chest because he seems like the typical queen bee meanie at first, and he’s good at saying, “I don’t care” while at the same time doing things that show that no, he cares a hell of a lot, but he’s not going to get hurt again if he can help it–but since I’m in control of writing it, I can write these moments where Eliot walks up to what he fears most, and instead of slaying the monster, he embraces vulnerability and the risk of hurt in hope of something incredible.
WHICH DO I PICK? HELP
Do you have a preference for a particular season/point in time to write about?
So far I have been writing about the very beginning. First year. Season One. Where it all started, but different. Writing for The Magicians is a surprise for me because I’m usually writing Alternate Universe RomCom fics, but all my ideas are much more closely related to the Magicians TV universe than I usually ever write.
Are you working on anything right now? Care to give us an idea about it?
Oh boy. Two things! The first one is Enfleurage, the story that was supposed to just be a little flash/slice of (horny!) life between Quentin and Eliot, but wound up exploding into this plotty epic fantasy. I didn’t know what it was going to be when I started it, and so it starts out feeling like a flirty romance fic, and then I found the plot and went, “oh well, I guess I’m writing a longfic.”
The other is a series of incredibly porny short stories. The series is called Hedonism for Beginners, and like Enfleurage, it was just supposed to be this simple one-shot. And then I wrote a sequel. And now i have a short list of stories that happen next in the series. I started working on a new story really recently, and … it seems to want to have a plot. But I think it can progress gradually with each story I write.
How long is your “to do list”?
That’s it. I don’t have any more ideas for Magicians fic. *knocks on wood*
What is your favourite fic that you’ve written for The Magicians? Why?
Enfleurage and Hedonism for Beginners are the only fics I’ve written for the Magicians. I think I’m always going to be fond of Enfleurage, because it came in a time in my life where I needed to prove to myself that I know how to write a story, and I can trust my characters and my own sense of story to tell something that will keep people entertained.
Many writers have a fic that they are passionate about that doesn’t get the reception from the fandom that they hoped for. Do you have a fic you would like more people to read and appreciate?
There aren’t as many hits on Hedonism for Beginners when you compare it to the audience for Enfleurage. I know that’s partially because I locked the series away so it can only be seen by logged in members of the archive, and that a lot of people who enjoy the fic on Ao3 don’t actually have accounts there. I think it might also have a narrower audience because the sex is explicit and the story really revolves around writing the smuttiest smut I can manage, ha! and so that probably limits the audience too.
What is your writing process like? Do you have any traditions or superstitions that you like to stick to when you’re writing?
My writing process is all over the place, and it depends on what i’m doing. Usually I outline but for the Magicians fics I’ve worked on so far, I’ve been working without much of an outline at all, just seeing where the characters and my understanding of stories takes me.
For tools I use a combination of scrivener and google docs. I’m really nuts about scrivener and I have an elaborate project setup complete with color coding and other bells and whistles. I write the first draft of a scene in Scrivener, and then I copy/paste it to google docs for alpha/beta reader feedback and do editing on it there.
I also track wordcount - I don’t try to make a wordcount goal every day; I’m just tracking the work I actually did that day so when I feel like I’ve been wasting time doing nothing I have proof that’s not true.
Do you write while the seasons are airing or do you prefer to wait for hiatus? How does the ongoing development of the canon influence and inspire your writing process?
I didn’t start writing these stories until hiatus (and i don’t know if I’m going to keep watching for season 5, I’m still really angry) but I think If I was still in progress on a long fic and the season started again, that’s cool, but I’m writing for what inspired me at the moment of that first spark of an idea. Maybe something in the new season will be pertinent and maybe it won’t. I guess I’ll know when I get there.
What has been the most challenging fic for you to write?
The stories in Hedonism for Beginners are the more challenging stories to write. I don’t precisely shy away from writing sex scenes, but I did kind of gloss over them a little, and I really felt like I wasn’t bringing everything to the page that I could. I’m talking about the more frank descriptions of the action going beyond metaphor and feeling cues into exactly what they did with the envelope (and getting more adventurous with the kind of sex i’m portraying,) but I’m also talking about getting more intimate with the person whose point of view we’re experiencing while reading–trying to get into the skin and mind and heart of the character, so we can see how that sex scene changes things for them.
It’s been beneficial already. I can see that they’ve improved me as a writer in general–that working on writing better sex made me use skills that apply to everything I write.
Are there any themes or tropes that you like particularly like to explore in your writing?
I think I’m not good at seeing the recurring themes and tropes in the things I write. But I haven’t ever written a story where nobody in the story falls in love. There’s always a romance in everything that I write, even if it’s not the main point of the story.
Are there any writers that inspire your work? Fanfiction or otherwise?
I think I gain inspriation from everything I read lately. Fiction, fanfiction, essays, non-fiction–it all helps to fill the well and inspire me.
What are you currently reading? Fanfiction or otherwise?
I’m not reading much fiction right now - I’m currently reading a book about city planning and how states try to make living spaces according to the ways in which they have attempted to make their citizens legible, through census data and other records, and how it doesn’t always work. After that I’m going to read a book authored by a member of the Black Panthers during the Black Power movement (it’s for a book I’m writing)
I’m having decision paralysis on my next novel to read. I’m really behind on novels, it’s really quite sad.
What is the most valuable piece of writing advice you’ve ever been given?
Don’t hoard your best ideas. Use them right away, and clear up your brainspace to make room for another mind-blowing awesome idea. Another one will come - and the more you use your best ideas, the more excellent ideas you will get.
Are there any words or phrases you worry about over using in your work?
I’m overly fond of the word fingertips. I don’t know why.
What was the first fanfic that you wrote? Do you still have access to it?
um. I think it was for the vampire lestat? and I don’t have access to it any more.
Rapidfire Round!
Self-edit or Beta?
Both. Betas are really, really important.
Comments or Kudos/Reblogs or Likes?
I love getting comments on Ao3, and I love getting reblogs with tag comments on tumblr. Likes/Kudos are nice.
Smut, Fluff or Angst?
Can’t we just have it all?
Quick & Dirty or Slow Burn?
Both. Yes, both. both is good.
Favourite Season?
Season Three
Favourite Episode?
the same as everyone. 3.05!
Favourite Book?
Haven’t read them.
Three favourite words?
petrichor, somnolent, euphoria
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As a part of our author spotlight, we’ve asked each writer to highlight 5 fics and tell us a little about their experience writing (or reading) them.
If he tried hard enough, he could almost pretend that he’d lost track of who’s moans belonged to whom. Almost. Before he’d fled the common room, Alice and Kady had been making out on the couch right beside him, grinding against each other, Alice’s hands gripping tightly at the back of the couch as she moved over Kady. Penny had Julia pressed up against the wall, one leg hitched over his waist and her hips rolling against his. Several others had been in various states of undress around the room, their hands and mouths and bodies all over each other, and Quentin had quickly given up trying to pry people off of each other.
Sure, I dig the sex pollen, even if it’s usually pretty dubious consent-wise. But even more, I really enjoy stories that take on the aftermath of the sex pollen incident–so I’m waiting for part 2 of ohmarqueliot’s story with anticipation. This story was so damn hot, and then the end of part one had me yelling.
He places the tile with a more care than is strictly necessary –a second to compose himself before he meets Eliot’s eyes– and wonders, far from the first time since they’d gotten to Fillory six months ago, how his fingers would feel elsewhere on Quentin’s skin.
For a moment he wants to ask him… something. If Eliot feels this tension between them. If he wants to do something about it. Or maybe just do Quentin. But how do you ask out someone you live with, and work with, and eat and drink and spend all your time with?
“Thanks,” he swallows, mouth dry, breaking eye contact after what he hopes was a normal amount of time.
He tries not to think about it for the rest of the day.
Ho damn this fic. This fic is the reason why I started writing Hedonism for Beginners stories–I made the terrible mistake of reading this fic while I was stuck waiting for a flight in an airport, and there were people all around me and listen I fucked up, okay? I should have bookmarked it and come back to it later but instead I devoured the whole thing while worrying that someone could see what I was reading out in public.
But I was also in deep admiration for the craft in that story, and I was left feeling like “Why can’t I do that? what am i doing with my sex scenes? How do I put both the erotic, full on horny on the scene, and keep the emotional resonance there, and how do I get explicit without being indelicate–what do I need to learn?”
Routine maintenance is not exactly a simple task–the mechanical parts, the spellwork, and the user all need to be balanced and attuned. Mostly, Eliot’s wings are in superb shape. Fillorian Royal couriers often carry the most precious cargo and are popular targets of bandits and thieves. Despite this, they are the most efficient and safest way to move important documents and small items around the world. So they’re well-compensated for their work.
“It looks like your scapular bearings are worn down a lot more than they ought to be, can I take a look at you?”
“Sure,” Eliot says, starting to untie his shirt. “How do you want me?”
Eliot Waugh: Flirt of the Century. Angel of the Crown. Client.
“You can leave that on for now.”
I really love this story so far. Its worldbuilding is marvelous to me, and the promise of a plotty, twisty adventure has me wishing I had all the story right now…and the UST is making me smile. If you’re looking for a fic that reads like a fantasy novel that reads like fic, then this one is the story for you.
“Drink it,” Eliot says. “It can’t go back in the bottle, can it?”
Quentin lifts the glass and lets it hover just in front of his nose. It’s like perfume, a forward, complex fragrance that carries the terroir of the land the grapes bloomed and ripened in. 2009–a near perfect year for French wine, and this one a sterling example of a tiny village in his favorite region.
Eliot watches him breathing in the bouquet, waiting for him to lift the glass to his lips and drink. The smooth glass tilts, and Quentin’s tasting the first notes of plum in the second before—
Oh. Oh. Quentin holds the wine in his mouth and closes his eyes as sunlight caresses his face. The wine unfurls into round, earthy tannins, soft dusty violets, the power and delicacy of grapevines that were old before he was born. He opens his eyes and Eliot’s studying him, a tiny, secret smile as he reaches out and caresses Quentin’s cheek.
“Thank you,” he says. “That was exquisite.”
Quentin swallows his wine to a rolling, prismatic finish. “You knew. You knew exactly what this bottle was worth.”
“Every cent,” Eliot says. “I wanted to watch you enjoy it.”
“Enjoy it?” Quentin asks. “It’s–sublime. I’ve never had anything like it.”
“If you’re like that with all your first times, Quentin Coldwater, I’m going to find a new one for you every week.”
This is the first of my Magicians fics. It’s in progress, and so far it’s 70k and about 2/3rds done, and I’m hopelessly in love with it. I never planned on writing such a long story, but it is what it is, and following the characters into this timeline 41 story is wonderful.
“You can say no to anything,” Eliot says. “You can ask me anything you want.”
Quentin pushes his hair out of his eyes. “Does the camera work?”
“Yes.”
“Is there even a VHS in the cottage?”
“There is.”
Quentin stares at it for a long moment. “Do you want to keep the tape?”
“Only if you’ll let me.”
Quentin looks over the whole scene, and his tongue darts out of his mouth to lick his lips. “What do you want me to do?”
“Whatever you want. I have an interview I’d like to do while you do it.”
“Okay,” Quentin says. “Yes. Yes to all of it.”
This is the second of the Hedonism for Beginners series. It’s partially inspired by a 30 year old movie starring James Spader called Sex, Lies, and Videotape. I thought it was just going to be the sequel and I’d be done, but in writing it, I realized that it really was going to be a series, or perhaps more accurately, a serial where Q and El explore their desires together and inevitably catch feelings. My slogan for this series is “All sex! No disasters!” so it’s not going to be a twisty dramatic thing like Enfleurage, with each of the stories focusing on the sexual adventures of the characters.
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"You can't bring homework to Ibiza," Eliot says, and Quentin looks a little embarrassed.
He shrugs. So damn cute. "I thought I'd do it on the ferry. You said there was a three hour trip from the portal to the island?"
Alice looks up. "Not that I've been there but I thought there was a portal directly to the island?"
"If you're attuned," Eliot says. "If you're bringing a tribute, it's the ferry for you."
"Right, so I just thought—"
"Sweetheart, it's a luxury charter. The Star of Bacchus has three hot tubs, two cocktail bars, an outdoor discotheque, and a communal playroom. They'll dump your homework into the sea."
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He turns to look at Eliot. "How?"
"You need special materials and a few days of ritual magic. You have to give it your DNA--the ancients thought it was blood, tears and seed--and then you have to do a ritual to link your consciousness into its body. Then I had a few days to practice operating it."
"That's a lot of work for a threesome."
Eliot slides his hands up to Quentin's knees. "It was your fantasy. Could have timed it better, though."
"But I like this," Quentin said. "This feels good. I know it's not the raunchy hot sex you planned on, but I could get used to two of you."
Eliot smiles. "We can have raunchy hot sex later. Or cuddly sweet sex--I've never had a cuddly sweet sex threesome before."
explicit | quentin coldwater/eliot waugh | 71,707 words | in-progress
warnings: see author’s notes. canon-typical violence
Eliot turns back to his task. All the sod has been cut and set aside. Now he drives the point of his spade deeper, cutting up the soil packed for years undisturbed. It's hard work, but the birds are singing overhead, and Quentin's quietly talking to a stag that walked into the clearing and leaned on Quentin until he gave in and scratched its fur. Robins perch on the stag's antlers, singing and landing on the fresh turned earth to feast on worms.
Blisters ache on palms he had worked hard to make smooth and soft—the hands of a man who had never worked a day in his life, save the writer's bump on the side of his left middle finger. His shoulders and his back protest every time he pierces the ground, every time he lifts a block of dirt on his spade—years of bending and working long forgotten.
But he can dig a grave. He's going to dig Tolan's.
A Quick Note About Progress on my Fics
I have a deadline crunch! I’m going to be going great guns on my commercial writing efforts, and I still have traveling to do so updates to Enfleurage are going to be slow. If I can steal a bit of time I will get chapter 20 out this week.
Hedonism for Beginners doesn’t have the same urgency, so I will write glorious queliot smut after the dust has cleared.
Videotape #1
complete at 5177 words
part 2 of the Hedonism for Beginners series
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"You can say no to anything," Eliot says. "You can ask me anything you want."
Quentin pushes his hair out of his eyes. "Does the camera work?"
"Yes."
"Is there even a VHS in the cottage?"
"There is."
Quentin stares at it for a long moment. "Do you want to keep the tape?"
"Only if you'll let me."
Quentin looks over the whole scene, and his tongue darts out of his mouth to lick his lips. "What do you want me to do?"
"Whatever you want. I have an interview I'd like to do while you do it."
"Okay," Quentin says. "Yes. Yes to all of it."
enfleurage chapter 19/??
explicit | quentin coldwater/eliot waugh | 68,206 words | in-progress
warnings: see author’s notes. canon-typical violence
Durstan won't leave Quentin alone for a minute, not even while he'd like a little privacy. He zips up his jeans and steps away from the bushes, rolling his eyes as he catches sight of Durstan.
"Honestly, if you were going to turn your back anyway, you could have let me just have a minute to myself."
"My instructions are explicit, Honored Consort," Durstan says as he turns around, and Quentin fights to hide his wince at the sight of the man’s wasp-stung face. "It's my duty as a knight of the Eye."
"Right." And he can't fight with Eliot about it, because Eliot won't fight. He'll explain, in that disquietingly calm voice, his face blank and expressionless unless he remembers that he should smile. Quentin is important. Quentin is the key in the fight against the Beast. Quentin is their edge in the war Eliot declared against a force that held all but a small corner of Fillory in shadow, and therefore he can't even take a piss in privacy.
Quentin's the key in the fight against the Beast. How's that work? What's he going to do, bloom flowers at it?
A towering fir tree's boughs slump in dejection, and Quentin alters course to pat its trunk. "Sorry. That was mean. It's just I don't know what to do, and it's frustrating and—"
He stops himself. "I'm talking to a tree."
"Yes, Honored Consort," Durstan says. "But the tree understands you, so that's quite all right."
Eliot Waugh's Full Moon Cuddle Party
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Eliot picks up his water bottle and hollows his cheeks sucking on the valve. "Okay, look. The whole thing's anonymous. First hour is a cuddle and makeout party. The room is totally dark. There are boys and there are girls, so everyone's okay with that. No one speaks above a whisper. Dress code is no long fingernails, no buttons, no zippers, no metal except piercings, pick soft stuff to wear, none of it comes off. When the bell sounds, it's a five minute grace period. You can leave or you can stay. Staying means you are okay with part two, where clothes can—and do—come off."
"Okay."
"Okay what?" Eliot asks.
"Okay, I understand."
"Not okay, I want to go?"
"Are you inviting me?"
Eliot tilts his head, regarding Quentin again. Quentin looks him in the eye, steady, unflinching, and Eliot's face slides from 'are you sure about this, Coldwater?' to 'yeah, fuck it' and Quentin's heart leaps.
"You'll have to groom," Eliot says, scraping a finger down the side of Quentin’s cheek. "None of that stubble. You want to be smooth and soft. And you can stop at cuddling and making out. Are you in?"
explicit | quentin coldwater/eliot waugh | 64,333 words | in-progress
warnings: see author’s notes. canon-typical violence
Eliot hears Durstan's weeping before he makes it to the clearing. The prisoner sits on a fallen log looking monstrous, but he falls to his knees when Eliot walks into view.
Eliot waits for the sobbing and pleading to stop. He knows what he's saying, that he was helpless, that he couldn't stop himself from sneaking up to where the High King rested in an attempt to assassinate him.
Or Quentin. Quentin had been in the hammock too. Maybe he had been trying to kill Quentin. Eliot waits patiently as the man weeps facedown in the loam and makes too much noise for him to be able to talk to someone else. It would be a better use of his time.
explicit | quentin coldwater/eliot waugh | 60,272 words | in-progress
warnings: no major archive warnings. canon-typical violence
Eliot grasps him by the shoulders. "Quentin. Listen to me. You deserve this. And Fillory needs you. They need their High King. They've come together over their differences and their rivalries to unite under your banner."
"How did that happen?" Quentin asks. "I mean, how'd they unite?"
Eliot's smile turns a bit nervous. "I…did a little convincing."
Fuck, he's adorable. "You did."
"And I might have, uh, declared war on the Beast."
He looks at all the people gathered around, watching him in this moment. Every one of them have fear in their faces, but there's hope there too. Hope that the High King will lead them to triumph. Hope that he will lead them to triumph.
It's fucking terrifying. "A war."
"And we're going to, uh. Re-conquer Fillory, with the help of the talking kin, our reconnaissance and communications team, the free fairies, our sorcerous auxiliary, and the Fillorian army, a trained force of seven thousand soldiers."
Quentin can't help smiling. "You arranged all that? Maybe you're the High King of Fillory."
explicit | quentin coldwater/eliot waugh | 56,407 words | in-progress
warnings: no major archive warnings. canon-typical violence
A small party of people bearing torches move into the clearing, led by a woman carrying a pair of knives with the faint lines of adulthood on her face. "You six. Are you all Children of Earth?"
"Yes," Julia says even as Eliot tries to decide whether acknowledging the fact is good or bad. "We're Children of Earth. We are Magicians. What happened to the magic of this land?"
"The waters of the wellspring run foul with shadows," the woman says. "The same shadows fall over the land, save the last patch of world that still knows the light. You have chosen the most dramatic time to come to our rescue, Children of Earth, but the words of the stories say that the High King will come in the hour of greatest need."
The woman and her party bend heads and knees. "Hail, Children of Earth. We recognize your claim to the high thrones of Fillory."
"Hail," the people behind their leader say.
"Fuck me running," Eliot says. "We're the cavalry."
explicit | quentin coldwater/eliot waugh | 52,745 words | in-progress
warnings: no major archive warnings. canon-typical violence
"It's my fault," Alice whispers for the fiftieth time. She shrugs Julia's hand off her shoulder, isolating herself from comfort as she huddles on the corner sofa in the common room. "I should have listened to you. I should have listened."
Eliot sets two fingers of scotch poured over freezing cold stones in front of Alice. "I'm not going to say this isn't your mess, Wonderland, but we don't really have time to drown in self-recrimination. Drink up. Get it together. Quentin's in Fillory without a shield, I have to go after him, and I don't have time to wipe your tears."
explicit | quentin coldwater/eliot waugh | 49,033 words | in-progress
warnings: no major archive warnings. canon-typical violence
"Won't you come see about me
I'll be alone, dancing--you know it baby"
Eliot stays quiet. Music is one of the oldest summonings, a proven evocation connecting singer to listener across space and time and reality. Sung with heart and conviction, a song can accomplish the impossible. Alice's song is throaty with feeling, the emotion needed to fling a spell across miles, across reality to land in the intended's ears, and it makes the hairs on Eliot's neck rise and the air turns electric and warm--warm with power instead of the chill of the grave and he can feel it in his teeth like a note sung out of tune—
Whatever Alice had called to, it was coming.
explicit | quentin coldwater/eliot waugh | 42,929 words | in-progress
warnings: no major archive warnings. canon-typical violence
A woman dressed in black and white Brakebills athletic clothing walks toward him, and a few feet later the figure resolves into Julia Wicker, looking half scared and half ready to fight. Eliot watches her walk up to him, her steps never faltering. When she gets about four feet away, she stops, feet apart, hands on her hips in full Wonder Woman.
"I want to see him."
Holy God, but he's tired. He's tired and worn out and while Quentin's magic is at risk, Julia didn't do it. And he doesn't want to fight any more.
"I imagine he wants to see you," Eliot replies. "But right now he doesn't even want to be disturbed by me. Want to wait?"
– The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society ( for @ellotwaugh <3)
