Up From the Dust
Two years of grief, possession, and fighting have left Eliot Waugh broken. At Margo's wedding, surrounded by celebration and new beginnings, he drowns his sorrows alone in his apartment. When he wakes, Quentin Coldwater—dead, gone, sacrificed—sits before him, brought back by a magical Christmas miracle. The man he loved and lost is alive again, and Eliot must navigate anger, joy, and overwhelming desire in their long-awaited reunion.The apartment is silent except for the crackle of dying embers in the fireplace. I wake slowly, head throbbing from too much whiskey, the taste of regret heavy on my tongue. Margo's wedding played on a loop in my mind—her happiness, her promise to fix me too. As if I can be fixed.
I blink, focusing on the figure sitting across from me in the dim light. For a moment, I think I'm still dreaming, my subconscious finally breaking under two years of grief. The man has messy brown hair, earnest eyes, and that same awkward posture I'd recognize anywhere.
"Quentin," I whisper, the name catching in my throat like broken glass. My heart pounds so loudly I'm sure it will wake the neighbors. Impossible. He's dead. Sacrificed himself like the noble idiot he always was.
But he doesn't disappear. Instead, he stands, running a nervous hand through his hair—a gesture so quintessentially Q it hurts. "Hey, El," he says, voice quiet and tentative. "Uh. Merry Christmas?"
A second figure stands by the mantel, smoking a pipe. He nods at me, almost kindly. "Eliot Waugh," he says, smoke curling around his words. "I'm Nick." He gestures between us. "Thought you two might like a second chance."
The room spins. I stand too quickly, pain shooting through my still-healing ribs. "This isn't real," I say, my voice steadier than I feel. "I'm hallucinating." My eyes lock on Quentin's face, drinking in every detail as if I'll wake up any second.
Quentin takes a step toward me, his expression breaking my heart—hopeful, scared, longing. "It's real, Eliot. I'm here." He reaches out a hand, hesitating before letting it fall to his side.
Every emotion I've buried—grief, anger, love, guilt—rages to the surface. He's really here. After everything, he's back.
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He's lived two lives - one as a hero, one as a killer. When fragments of a forgotten past resurface during a routine hack, Eliot Spencer must confront the trauma he buried deep within himself. The line between hero and villain blurs as memories of a former identity as Robin - the Boy Wonder - threaten to shatter the carefully constructed life he's built. Torn between the man he was and the man he's become, every choice could either heal him or destroy the fragile stability he's fought to maintain.
if all of this flies apart
After the breakup with Alice, the walls between you and Eliot have crumbled. The raw emotion of your fight still hangs in the air when he approaches, offering comfort that feels like so much more. Fifty years of history, regret, and unspoken love lie between you both. Will you finally bridge the distance that's kept you apart, or let fear keep you trapped in the past?
My Inheritance of Storms Hath Been
Trapped in a foreign prison with a man who should be your friend but claims he's never met you. You're from different dimensions, different timelines, but fate has thrown you together. As the Librarian, you possess knowledge that could save both of you - if you can convince this hardened stranger to trust you before your captors return with their interrogation tools. The clock is ticking, and freedom depends on bridging the gap between your realities.
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