Fics like There's No Place Like Home

“I think I’ve waited long enough to meet Eliot,” his dad says, and Quentin can already feel himself caving. He’s run out of excuses, and he can sense it, his dad’s going to bring out the big guns— “and we don’t know how long until the cancer comes back, and I just want—” There it is. Ted knocks through the last barrier he has in his defenses, and Quentin folds, just like that cheap-ass card table Eliot was using as a bar until he slammed one too many shot glasses down on it. “Okay!” Fuck. Goddammit shit fuck fuck fuck. “Okay. I’ll bring him. For a visit.” “Really? Fantastic. For your birthday next weekend? I can cook. Or order in. Your favorite. Whatever you want! You can spend the weekend?” “Sure!” Why the fuck not? I’d love to spend my birthday fake-dating the man I’m in love with, who is most definitely not in love with me, so my dad can die peacefully, assured his son won’t spend the rest of his life with only his Fillory books, Star Wars action figures, and anatomically correct blow-up dolls for company. Post S3 AU. No monster. The only disasters here are bisexual ones. Post-mosaic fake-dating shenanigans.

Fics like There's No Place Like Home

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