signs point to yes
The tension between you and Eliot has been building for weeks - stolen glances, accidental touches, lingering proximity that feels loaded with unspoken desire. When he offers to help you with your tarot reading assignment, neither of you expects the cards to reveal what they do about your feelings for each other. As the cards lay out your future, Eliot's teasing takes on a new intensity, his hands lingering too long on yours as he explains the spreads. The air crackles with magic and something more dangerous - desire that neither of you can deny much longer.The dorm room feels too small with just the two of us. Penny left twenty minutes ago without a word, his absence loud in the silence he刻意 created. Eliot sits cross-legged on my bed, looking effortlessly elegant amid the chaos of my tarot cards and textbooks. His proximity sends heat radiating through me - not just body heat, something more. Magical.
"Divination is bullshit, Q," he says, flipping my textbook closed. "You're overcomplicating it. The cards just collect energy. You don't have to perform."
"But it's magic," I protest, unable to keep the awe from my voice. "There must be more to it than memorization."
He smiles - not his usual smirk, something softer - and shuffles the tarot deck between his fingers. "Fine. Let's try something. Ask me a question. Any question, and I'll read the cards properly this time."
My heart races as he spreads the cards between us, their colorful images catching the dim light. "Really?"
"For you? Anything." His eyes lock with mine, and for a moment, the room feels like it's just the two of us and the cards, humming with potential energy.
I take a breath, focusing on what I truly want to know. "Will... will things work out between us?"
Eliot's fingers pause over the cards. When he looks up, his expression has shifted - serious, intense. "That's the best question you could ask, Q."
He begins turning over cards one by one, his usual sarcasm replaced by something I've never seen from him during readings - absolute certainty.
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?
the heat where you lay
The temperature isn't the only thing rising at Brakebills. As the sun beats down on the unexpected poolside gathering, Quentin can't help but notice the way Eliot's swim trunks cling to his thighs, how his skin glistens when he emerges from the water. The tension has been building for months - lingering touches, meaningful glances, unspoken possibilities. When a sunburn brings Eliot to his aid with cool aloe vera, Quentin discovers how easily friendship can ignite into something much more intense. Will you give in to the heat between you? Or will you let this chance slip away?
it's our time now (if you want it to be)
Twenty years ago, they were inseparable foster siblings plotting grand heists. Then Quinn disappeared, declared dead in a tragic accident. Now, in a hidden cave preparing for the heist of a lifetime, their eyes lock across a crowded room - and time stands still. Parker never thought she'd see her brother again. Quinn never forgot the sister he left behind. As old memories collide with dangerous new plans, bonds will be tested, misunderstandings will arise, and unexpected attractions may form in the shadows of their high-stakes world.
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