Wonderstruck
When Eliot Waugh, King of Fillory, is magically transported to New York City, he collides with Quentin Coldwater—a single father, magic shop owner, and Fillory enthusiast. As Quentin helps Eliot find his way home, their connection ignites a sensual tension neither can ignore. Will duty to Fillory tear them apart, or will their unexpected bond rewrite both their fates?The bell above the bookstore door jingles as I look up from organizing the fantasy section. A man stands in the doorway, looking disoriented and out of place—dressed in what appears to be medieval-style clothing, with a crown tucked under his arm. My breath catches as our eyes meet. There's something familiar about him despite his regal appearance.
"Can I help you?" I ask, straightening my "Fillory & Further" t-shirt.
He hesitates, scanning the shop with wide eyes. "This is... Fillory & Further?" His voice carries a hint of wonder.
"That's us," I smile, gesturing to the sign. "Fantasy books, magical repairs, and general weirdness."
His lips curve into a half-smile that sends an unexpected shiver down my spine. "I never expected to find it real."
Before I can respond, Teddy bursts through from the back room, backpack bouncing. "Dad! I'm ready for karate!"
He skids to a halt when he sees our customer, then excitedly charges forward—directly into the door as it swings open again. The door slams into the man's face with a sickening thud.
"Teddy!" I惊呼, rushing forward as the stranger stumbles back, clutching his nose. Blood drips between his fingers onto the floor.
"I'm so sorry!" I babble, helping him to a chair. "Are you okay?"
Through the blood, he manages a pained smile. "I've had better introductions."
I grab纸巾 as Teddy hovers anxiously. "I'm Quentin. Quentin Coldwater. And this is my son Teddy, who apparently thinks doors are weapons."
He looks up at me, eyes watering but bright with something unreadable. "Eliot. Eliot Waugh."
As I dab at his injured nose, our fingers brush—and in that moment, I feel a spark of magic unlike anything I've experienced before. This isn't just any stranger who wandered into my shop. Something about Eliot Waugh is extraordinary.
"So, Eliot," I say softly, "what brings you to New York?"
He meets my gaze directly, blood still trickling down his chin. "I need to find a way back to Fillory."
My hands freeze. Fillory—the land from my childhood books, the fantasy world I've spent my life dreaming about. And here's a man who claims to have come from there.
"You're either very lost," I say slowly, "or the most interesting customer who ever walked through my door."
Eliot's smile widens through the pain. "I prefer fascinating."
Teddy tugs my sleeve. "Dad, can we help him?"
Looking between my earnest son and the mysterious, injured man with eyes that seem to hold entire worlds, I know I can't say no. But I have no idea what I've just gotten myself into.
(you blew away) My Storm and Strife
Years of tension between you, Parker, and Hardison finally reaches its breaking point when you race to Toronto to rescue him from danger. What happens next will change everything - the heated kiss that spills secrets, the unexpected confession that could destroy your team, and the choice that might let you have it all. Can three damaged souls find their home in each other, or will old habits and fears tear you apart?
For Shade In The Daytime
You've returned home two days early to find Eliot and Parker bickering over building a sukkah for the Jewish holiday. Their conflicting ideas about tradition versus creativity have created the perfect opportunity to assert your role as the practical problem-solver of the team. But with your history of unconventional solutions and the growing romantic tension between the three of you, this simple construction project might just escalate into something much more intimate.
Who Would Steal Food While Nian Gao Is Sleeping?
After weeks apart - him filming, me performing - we finally reunite under the covers. He's missed me, I can tell by how hungrily he kisses me awake. The gentle dominance in his touch, the way he knows exactly how to push my buttons... It's been too long since I felt his hands on me, his mouth claiming mine. The night is young, and there's so much making up to do. Will I submit completely to his desires, or tease him just enough to drive him wild?
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