#penntin fic

[crepuscularqueens]

nine people you'd like to get to know better

thank you oh so very much for the tag @tadpal !!

3 ships: trying to search my brain for answers other than the extremely predictable.... but like. what am i but predictable. ill go with sambucky, penntin, and wake/pyrrha (to mix things up a bit. ive never read fic for them but i think so much about them. extremely toxic old women in desperate love and hate 💕)

first ship: idk how to know this! probably something from That Book Series bc im of that age. im a millenial. on the internet. with the interests i have.

last song: superposition by young the giant

currently (re)reading: gideon the ninth with my partners! and debating the stack of unread books next to my bed that i should dive into

last movie: the last one i watched was tws but thats for the four millionth time. so. but the last one i watched for the first time was reptile which was not good.

currently craving: i don't know that im craving anything, so to speak. maybe inspiration/motivation to work on creative projects that ive put to the side for too long.

no pressure tagging @stoppablethetramstory @goncharov-total-landscaping @dr-lizortecho @apatheticjoy @lionesserampant @void-zi @helloitsbees @benjamikaela @jedbartlet

[imacrowcawcaw]

The Apples (Penntin)

Author (as known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow - writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr

Fandom: The Magicians

Pairing: Penny Adiyodi/Quentin Coldwater (Penntin)

Length: 3.3k

Warnings/tags: Fluff, Getting Together, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Confusion, Marriage Proposal, Accidental Marriage, accidental Marriage Proposal, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Penny is pretty soft here, Banter

Summary: It was all in the apple. If only he hadn't been holding it... but, was marriage really that bad? Penny was surprisingly calm for someone who had just proposed to a nerd he had hated four months ago. Maybe everything would be alright.

Author’s Notes: Taking a break from my other Penntin fic to write this one -- it was one of those amazing daydreams us writers have that rarely get written down, but I thought this was worth getting out of bed and typing up. I should note that I decided to really diverge from canon because it just makes sense for this to be happening under different circumstances than what actually did. So, Julia managed to kill Reynard and the Beast, Penny's hands never got fucked up, the wellspring was replenished, and both Alice and Kady are more or less out of the picture, romantically. Enjoy!

AO3 link right here! 

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Quentin sighed and warmed his hands on the fire in front of him. He looked up at the night sky in between the tree tops and grinned, wondering how he managed to land himself such a great life in Fillory of all places. It was so unbelievable, and yet he had never been more awake. Maybe it was the opium air.

He snorted and took a bite of the apple in his hand, gazing around the fire at the four other men with him. Penny was busy roasting some pheasants he had caught, an orange glow reflecting his concentrated, furrowed eyebrows. The other three were servants of the castle - his servants, technically - that had come along to help with their quest.

“We should reach the edge of the woods by noon,” one of them said. Quentin was pretty sure his name was Malke.

Penny grunted and shook his head. “If you’d just let me travel us there…”

“You know we can’t. There’s old magic ruins there, the wards are still up and we’ll bounce off. Have to go back to the beginning.”

Penny and Quentin eyed each other for a minute before the other man grumbled and conceded, going back to the birds he was slowly turning with magic over the fire. Quentin sat back and took another bite of his apple, then accepted a sip of wine from Malke’s flask. The stars twinkled and the trees rustled softly; he let the night’s atmosphere enveloped him.

He jerked and looked up when his knee was tapped. Penny had finished with the pheasants, apparently, and had a bit of the meat speared on the dagger he had been using to pare them. Quentin eyed it suspiciously but Penny just chuckled and shook his head, urging the food closer to his face.

“Trust me, white boy, it’s not gonna kill you. The yellow is turmeric powder. Try it.”

Quentin sighed and did as was prompted. He leaned forward and took a bite, moaning a little as flavor exploded on his tongue.

“Wow, that’s good,” Quentin mumbled, mouth still full.

Penny grinned and nodded, picking off a piece for himself to try. He groaned his own approval and gave another bite to Quentin, snorting and brushing his thumb over his cheek when a bit of food got on it.

Quentin blushed and looked away, a warm feeling running through his veins. He knew that Penny was just messing with him - he flirted with everyone, and especially loved to make himself squirm - but that didn’t stop the pleasantness of the action. But it didn’t matter; they were finally becoming friends, and he wasn’t going to ruin that.

“Full moon tonight. Think we’ll run into any werewolves?” Penny asked, tilting his head up to look at the sky where a brightly glowing moon shone in between the trees.

“Hope not, I don’t really want to hear anymore complaints to bring back to court.”

Penny laughed. Everyone they ran into seemed to notice Quentin’s crown right away and asked him to do something -- about their crops, their children’s education, the mice in hats invading their house. There had been some weird problems. But Quentin had heard it all graciously, and dutifully wrote them down in a notebook to deal with when they got back to Whitespire castle.

He was trying his hardest to be a good king and do the right things, but he was also tired. They’d been on this quest for a specific type of berry bush for several days now, and he already had four pages full of requests and complaints. Everyone seemed to have a million problems to fix and no directions to the berries. Quentin couldn’t say he blamed them; Fillory had been fucked over by The Beast for a long time, and there was a lot that needed to be fixed. Plus, the berries only had one specific, uncommon use, so he supposed that most people ignored them.

“Lighten up, man. We’ll find the fucking berries,” Penny sighed, quickly tugging a strand of Quentin’s hair like he did when he was getting tired of listening to moping. “Come on, you need to get your mind off of everything. Drink.”

Penny handed him his own flask - full of smuggled in Earth scotch - and Quentin took it, getting a good mouthful. He watched as Penny started the motions for a fireworks spell and joined in, that warm feeling growing inside of him again. They really were becoming good friends; Penny would never have tried to cheer him up a couple months, or maybe even weeks, ago. But now they were sitting side by side, eating pheasant off each other’s knives, sharing alcohol, and watching the mini fireworks display above the fire.

He rolled the apple in his hand and took another swallow, trying to reconcile the uncomfortableness in his gut with the delicious taste. It didn’t add up; the bird was good, he was happy, and Penny was actively being friendly with him. There was nothing wrong, except -- this was the feeling of being watched.

He worriedly gazed around for spying eyes in the trees and realized that everything was very still. The servants had stopped talking and moving quite a while ago and were staring at them strangely. Quentin tried to subtly nudge Penny with his mind, gaining a glare for the detested Taylor Swift song then a worried look as the man also realized.

“Uh, guys? Is everything good?”

Malke coughed and cleared his throat. “Of course, Your Highness. It’s just that- well, I mean… are you certain, Sire?”

Quentin could only guess that he was nervous about the quest and he relaxed. No one in Fillory had been on anything like an adventure for a long time; afraid of the beast, kept to their small homes and villages by a desperate lack of resources as magic unknowingly withered away. He smiled, big, and tried to reassure them.

“Yes! I’ve never been more sure about anything. It will go great, and life will be much better once this happens.”

“He’s a good king, he knows what’s best,” Penny added on. Quentin figured he had caught the thought of what was happening from his still open mind. “Sometimes things can be uncomfortable if they’re unfamiliar, but we do what we have to for the good of the kingdom.”

Penny sat back after his turn at inspiring the men and gnawed at a wing. He shot Quentin a look, understanding (or so they thought) passing through both of them. He held out a pheasant thigh and Quentin gladly took it, nudging him for real this time with his shoulder.

“You could be a good king, too. I feel inspired by that. I’d follow you anywhere.”

“Yeah, well,” Penny laughed, “You’ve always followed me around, even when I didn’t want you to. Like a little lost puppy, Coldwater, sulking right behind me and complaining when I told you to fuck off.”

“Hey, look where it lead us!”

“True,” Penny conceded with another nod. He tossed his bone on to the fire and watched the remaining string of fat sizzle. A waft of smoke blew into their faces and they both turned their heads.

Quentin looked down at the forgotten apple in his hand and brought it to his mouth, taking a large bite. He never would have thought that magically grown purple apples and tumeric pheasant would make a good meal, but a lot of things weren’t as he was expecting anymore. All of Fillory, for example.

“You know, I’m glad you don’t hate me anymore,” he said quietly, turning to look at the man sitting next to him.

Penny met his eyes, an almost sorry look in his own. “I never hated you. Hearing you singing all the damn time, sure, and you get on my nerves, but… you’re not bad. All things considered, I like where we are now. I’m glad this is happening,” he said, referring to their growing friendship and the list of epic quests they were slowly collecting under their belts.

“Me too.”

Quentin realized that Malke and the other two servants were staring at them, still, but it looked to be more out of respect and some odd, growing happiness than uncertainty. Weird, but good. How long had that been happening? Since he’d been king, or just starting now?

He kept getting so distracted by Penny that everything else seemed to fade into the background; it was never a feeling he had gotten with just a friend before, but it wasn’t bad. Maybe dangerous, in high-risk situations, but he could probably turn it off. Besides, Penny was observant enough for the both of them.

“Doesn’t mean you still don’t have to try, Q,” he whispered.

Quentin grinned and looked back up at the stars.

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“Uh, hey, can we talk?” Quentin asked, poking his head around the corner into the Armory.

Penny looked up from his book and sighed. He marked his page with a strip of ribbon and set it onto a stack of more leather-bounds he had obviously been perusing. The Armory was slowly and surely being built up again after its contents had been ransacked by The Beast; citizens who had taken a book or two for safe keeping returned them, Brakebills gave up a few extra copies, and new volumes of knowledge were even being written. It was a place the whole group ended up in quite often, for its resources and relative solitude.

Quentin walked inside and cautiously sat down on one of the wooden chairs they had moved in there. He gazed at the materials Penny had spread around him -- a modern notebook and pen, yellow sticky notes, the royal symbol on a sash that let him access the Armory, and five books on Fillorian customs.

“So you know, then,” he sighed.

Penny nodded his head, containing the grimace his face wanted to make to just a slight scowl.

Quentin didn’t mind; it was a huge improvement to how they used to interact. Their first few months of knowing each other had been rough in many ways, particularly involving Penny’s anger and Quentin’s cowering personality. They had clashed on a near daily basis in a volatile way that just left them both more resentful.

He couldn’t pinpoint what exactly had changed when, but the fights had become less frequent and less extreme recently. It seemed they had both realized the size of their problems with each other was much, much smaller than the size of the problems with the worlds at large. Their quests together had certainly helped too, as had getting drunk and stumbling through the halls hanging off of each other’s shoulders on an almost weekly basis.

Too bad it might not last.

“Did you know that’s what it was?” Penny asked him. There was a slightly accusing look in his eyes, like Quentin had just let him (possibly) fuck up their lives without sayng anything.

He shook his head quickly. “No, no, of course not! It wasn’t in the books, I had no clue that was a thing.”

Penny sighed and nodded, silently passing his notebook to Quentin so he could see his research.

At the top of the page, it read “Fillorian Marriage Customs” in big letters. Underneath, there were outline-style notes on various concepts that would hopefully help them figure out the whole mess they had accidentally gotten into.

Quentin looked over the most important section -- Marriage Proposals. He brushed his hands over the smooth paper and read aloud from Penny’s surprisingly nice handwriting.

“Four common ways of proposing: classical arranged marriage through parents, asking for political marriage, bargaining, or proposal ceremony.”

“That’s what we did,” Penny interjected quietly.

Quentin looked up to find the man closer to him than he expected. His breath caught in his throat as he watched dust and sunlight glint on Penny’s long lashes, his whole face awash from the window so he looked like glowing caramel.

Penny took the notebook back and explained, not seeming to notice Quentin’s staring -- or maybe just being used to him “spazzing out”, as he often said.

“A proposal ceremony is this complicated, really fucking odd ritual that is traditionally done between two high-ranking magicians, apparently. During a full moon they have to share food, then share wine, and then perform magic together in front of three witnesses, all while the recipient of the marriage proposal holds an apple. Which we did.”

“In fucking order. God,” Quentin sighed, slumping back into the chair.

He wasn’t sure what to think. On one hand, he wanted to immediately call it off because obviously they weren’t romantically involved and it wouldn’t be a good idea. On the other hand, the servants had gossiped and now practically the entire kingdom knew. Calling it off could be really bad press. Quentin could still hear Margo’s voice in his head as she pulled him aside to chastise him about something he didn’t understand in the moment; “The apple , Q, the fucking apple. You idiot. Make a decision, and make it fast.” Then she strutted away with her long, pink dress swishing around her legs. It had left him in a daze of confusion until he’d heard some guards chatting as they made their rounds -- and then everything had started to make horrifying sense.

Penny snapped him out of his thoughts, like he always seemed to do. “So, we need to talk about this. Dinner?”

A level conversation from Penny was not what he had been expecting, but Quentin took it. He also took the offered hand to pull himself up, helping Penny clean up the space before they pulled the heavy doors shut behind themselves and parted ways, agreeing to meet back up at the castle gates. From there, Penny traveled them to a tavern that had become one of their favorites.

They ordered food and beer, settling down against the rough bark of a large tree right outside. The sun was just setting and the air was still warm, so they sat in silence and watched the sky darken; both thinking.

A bar wench brought their food and Quentin took a drought out of his cup, trying to ignore the eyes she was making at Penny.

“Alright. So, uh…” He trailed off, uncertain of what to actually say. What were they supposed to do about the situation? There were so many variables, and yet so few options and even less time. Margo had warned him about the deadline for cancelling before it became absolutely politically devastating; Fillorians did not take divorces (or ended engagements) lightly.

Penny cracked a wry smile like he knew what Quentin was thinking - he probably did - and chugged his beer, setting down the empty stein on the grass. He wiped his mouth and trained his eyes on the emerging stars.

“We have two options: be married for the rest of our lives, or not.”

Quentin snorted. “Well, when you put it that way. I mean, why not?”

“Yeah. Seriously.”

“Wait, what? Really?”

He turned to look at Penny -- that was supposed to be sarcastic. The other man was staring straight up at the rising moon, eyes stealy but voice soft. He didn’t sound like he was kidding.

“Really?” Quentin tried again, matching his voice to the one Penny had used. “You see marriage as an option? You know that it’s lifelong and monogamous, right?”

“I know. And yes, it is technically an option. You don’t wanna marry me, Coldwater?”

He faltered. “Well, I mean- okay, yes it is an option. And yes, I kind of don’t want to marry you. We have about a day to call it off.”

Penny looked at him strangely, and it was all Quentin could do to look at the sky and eat his stew. What was he thinking? It was times like these where he wished he had the psychic powers Penny did.

“Trust me, you don’t.” And his wards hadn’t been up, great. “But why don’t you want to marry me? We’ve been getting along.”

If he wasn’t mistaken, Penny sounded almost offended. Not mockingly indignant - he knew he was hot - but actually a little upset, like he had been considering the marriage.

“I have. It’s a viable option.”

“Stop reading my fucking mind!”

“Then close it!” Penny snapped right back, crowding Quentin against the tree so suddenly he couldn’t breath.

They were both breathing hard, worked up with worry and lust and thoughts of the future. Quentin stared at Penny, trying to read the look in his eyes; what was he thinking? About all of this? A sudden kiss was pressed to his lips and then Penny’s face was back in front of him like it had never left, staring intently.

Quentin sighed and tipped his head back. He could still smell the beer on both of them, and feel the brush of Penny’s beard -- it was more pleasant than he would have thought. Penny’s eyes slowly closed as their foreheads were pressed together. He understood a little bit more now.

“Say we did get married. Are you really willing to be celibate, or only have sex with me, for the rest of your life? And what about Kady?”

He thought that Penny might get angry - bringing up his ex-girlfriend usually did the trick - but he only shook his head. “Kady isn’t coming back. Or, if she is, I’m moving on. Too much happened. Besides,” he said, opening his eyes and smiling until Quentin felt his knees shake, “I’d have you. I don’t know what it is, but something is telling me that I actually wouldn’t mind it that much. You’re not bad looking, Q.”

He knew he was blushing, but Penny also looked like he wasn’t sure why he said what he had, so it was fine. This whole marriage and friendship business with Penny was odd and confusing but it was also really, honestly fine.

“I don’t think I wouldn’t mind either. I mean, we’re actually pretty similar.”

“What?” Penny scoffed, “How? Have you taken another walk in the flying forest, Q?”

The Penny he usually knew was still in there; that was good. Quentin shrugged his shoulders in the small space he had between the tree and his fiance (and that was crazy). “Well, we’re both magicians, and we more or less discovered Fillory together. We both like beer and food, and traveling, and our friends, and I know that you like some nerdy shit underneath all of that tough guy-ness. And, we’re both getting over stone-cold girlfriends, so.”

So, we should get married, he thought with a quirk of his eyebrows. Penny’s eyelids lowered in agreement and he leaned in again, asking for another kiss.

Quentin granted the request, slotting their lips together. It was nice -- warm, stew-flavoured, slow and gentle in a way he enjoyed more than he could have guessed. Penny was constantly surprising him, his soft kisses being even the least of the things Quentin was discovering about him.

“Husband,” he whispered, pulling back.

“Not quite yet,” Penny rejoined, giving him one more peck before standing tall like the tree they had been resting on.

He smiled and stood up, helping Penny gather their bowls and cups to bring back inside. It wasn’t going to be smooth going, falling into a romantic relationship and then marrying so soon after being almost enemies. But he was willing to try, for the good of his country (they liked monarchs in stable marriages) and for the good of his personal life. Penny could make him happy, he thought, and he would try, too.

“Hey, Q, we need to have apple pie at the wedding,” Penny whispered in his ear, leaning down to give him a smooch on the cheek before striding away. Quentin grinned without restraint and followed after him like the puppy he was.

[kythwena]

“Okay, now, see, you’re so much girl that if you start crying, I’m going to have to hug you, Coldwater, so just- do the math,” Penny warned him lowly. Quentin nodded and tried to sniffle the tears back, but- like always with this stupid broken body- they weren’t actually under his control. “I’m touching again, I warned you- no fucking biting, Coldwater,” muttered Penny, as he surged up and somehow, in a tangle of limbs and strong muscles, Quentin ended up perched on his lap with Penny’s arms wrapped around him tightly.  “Such a girl,” sighed Penny, but then he, like, nuzzled Quentin’s head a little.  “Go ahead, that looked like a whole lot of, like, shit, so just- cry it out, Coldwater, I’m not fucking going anywhere, and then I’ll go- sort it out.  Or whatever.  Just, you’re safe, okay?  You’re so safe. So just- do your thing.  I got you.”

The Sweet Taste of Lemons by TellMeNoAgain @tellmenoagain-cj

[rubickk7]

I made this mood board for @jessalae​‘s amazing fic magic, madness, heaven, sin. This fic is so ridiculously creative and hot - you need to check it out, if you haven’t already.

[babygirllinds]

WIP Title Game

Tagged by: @rubickk7

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

IT

Reddie

Philophobia

[Untitled]

The Magicians

Queliot

Can we Just be Honest?

Your Majesty

Welcome to the Underworld

Your Hands on me

Penntin

Stuck in my Mind

Tags: literally anyone who wants to do it!!

[bambihanson]

Okay, I know the thing we’re Big Mad about is Quentin, but I’d like to take a moment to acknowledge another glaring problem.

Maybe it’s just me, but the more I think about what they did to Penny 40, the angrier I get. Okay, so they killed Penny and sent him to the Underworld, but we still get to follow him as a character and have Penny 23 as a “replacement” of sorts on Earth. I can live with that. HOWEVER. They eventually took Penny, stripped him of all his personality and character development, and made him a mouthpiece for the writers. If they ever go back and acknowledge this like “oh Penny ate the food of the Gods/is being controlled by the library and that’s why he’s changed we should get our Penny back” which I doubt than I could see how that concept would be interesting, but honestly have already shot themselves in the foot making him spout the opinions of the writers. Especially now that all the points they made on reprepsentation in writing are so unbeliebably moot.

ALSO you cannot for one second tell me Q didn’t notice or was completely okay with this change. Hell, there are a thousand and one ways to rectcon that finale/make it better and one is Quentin going, “Hey Penny. I know I’m dead right now and that should be my main concern but what the fuck. Who are you and what have you done with Penny because you sure as shit aren’t him.” And then made it his mission to save Penny, if that’s even possible, while Penny desperately tries to convince him to move on and is being all compassionate and shit. Like for real, do you think Quentin really wouldn’t be disturbed that a guy who pretends to hate when he really cares has antagonized him for most of their friendship is acting this way? He knows who Penny is and that is NOT Penny Adiyodi. Not the one he knew, anyway.

[willowfae82]

so i was watching ‘unauthorised magic’ for; reasons... and i realised the door to Quentin and Penny’s dorm room is a pocket door. thus impossible to push open a’la a ‘regular/hinged’ door. or ‘kick closed’ after ‘blindly making their way into the room’ (cause they’re too busy kissing humping in public to properly close a regular door let alone a pocket door).

but, like, imagine it. shy/quiet/super-nerd Quentin finally getting up the nerve to tell Penny he wants to get dicked down. so like they start making out and neither one realised the door was slid open. until they hear the wolf-whistles (mostly coming from Margo and Eliot, but who’s counting) and poor Q is mortified. so anytime they’re both in the room Penny makes sure to pull the door closed; ‘cause he doesn’t want his boy to feel nervous. 

i’m just saying christmas is coming and this ^^^ as a fleshed out, proper fic would make for a perfect gift. 

[sapphicambitions]

A Penny 23-19

A Magicians Crack fic for @some-gold-can-stay Lmao this is a real thing that I wrote. Enjoy! (ft. Queliot and Penntin and Kalice)

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As much as Quentin and Eliot would have loved to fuck off Brokeback Mountain style and never deal with any kind of magical drama again, they weren’t so lucky. Most of the time, any and all drama is handled by Kady, Alice, Julia, and Penny 23. They make a good squad, taking out Monsters and righting wrongs. (They don’t like it when Q & El call them the Magic Busters, though.) Fen, Margo, and Josh get to avoid these shenanigans because they all permanently live in Fillory now, but Q & El aren’t so lucky.

Every now and then, Quentin gets a phone call from Julia with a very ominous “We need you to come in.” Quentin then always shouts across their apartment:

“El, the Magic Busters need our help again!”

To which Julia protests but Eliot’s already there saying “Oh, they need Daddy’s help?” and then she regrets calling even more, even if they do need Eliot the Magical Powerhouse and Q’s Knowledge and Minor Mendings Skills. They’re a package deal anyway, so even if they just need one of them, they get the other.

This time, it’s dealing with a havoc wreaking dragon on the Upper West Side and Central Park. They just need some extra hands to contain the beast and figure out why it’s fucking shit up, so Quentin and Eliot pack their bags and meet the Magic Busters in Central Park.

“The mission is simple,” Kady says, once they’re all gathered, “We track the dragon down, we contain it, we send it back to where it came from,”

“Uh, where is that?” Eliot asks, and Q almost elbows him.

“We’ll figure that out,” Kady retorts.

“And what does it want?” This time, Q does elbow his partner. “What, it’s a valid question, Q,” Eliot shrugs, and the entire Magic Busters team rolls their eyes.

“We’ll figure that out once we have it,” Alice says, crossing her arms and stepping ever so slightly in front of Kady.

“Exactly,” Kady shoots Eliot a look, “Alice and I will take the Northside, Penny and Julia will take the Southside,” Eliot opens his mouth for another (no doubt, shitty) remark but Kady ignores him. “Quentin and Eliot, monitor the edge of the Park incase it tries to wreak havoc that way,”

They all nod in agreement and then Kady is pulling Alice by the hand away from all of them and Penny 23 blips away with Julia’s hand in his own. It takes two seconds for their friends to be gone for Q and El to turn to each other and exchange a look.

“You saw that right?”

“With Kady and Alice?” Eliot responded, nodding.

“Uh huh,” Quentin smirked. “If it’s what we think it is, I’m happy for them,”

Eliot rolled his eyes. “It’s definitely what we think it is, Q, did you see that hand grab?”

In the distance, they heard a roaring. Exchanging an almost guilty look, they made their way to the edge of the park where they were supposed to be standing guard. They could discuss romances later, they currently had a dragon to watch. Eliot wandered a bit further down the path, the two of them agreeing to split up to cover more ground and that Eliot would come back to check in with each other in fifteen minutes. Which also meant that Q was out of his mind bored, just sitting on a bench, waiting to see if a dragon was going to pop out from behind a skyscraper and fuck shit up.

He found himself people watching, seeing an old man feeding birds, a young man jogging, a pair of women walking down the path with a little boy swinging between them. He almost allowed his mind to wander away from the task at hand.

Until Penny blipped in right of front of him.

And he was wearing different clothes? When Penny had left, he had been wearing a dark gray t-shirt and a black jacket over it. Now, he was wearing a navy blue henley and a brown leather jacket. And he was looking around like a lost puppy. Quentin stood up and walked towards his friend, (well, workplace acquaintance) with a confused frown on his face.

“Penny? What’s going on?” Quentin asked, and Penny’s head snapped towards him.

When they locked eyes, Penny’s face melted into a relieved smile, brighter than Quentin thinks he’s ever seen Penny’s face.

“Q,” He breathed. “Thank God,” and then Penny was moving towards Quentin and kissing him.

What the holy fuck?

Penny had just gone for the kiss, grabbing the side of Quentin’s face with one hand and his waist with the other, pulling him close and tight. It would have been hot if not for the fact that Quentin was very much in love with Eliot and this was PENNY.

So Quentin broke free and shoved Penny back.

“What the hell, Penny?” Quentin asked, looking around wildly to see if anyone had seen that. Eliot sure as hell had, as he was already halfway down the block to Quentin for their 15 minute check in, and he had a very confused look on his face.

But Quentin turned his attention back to Penny who was giving him an equally confused look. Tenderly, (never in the history of anything has Quentin referred to Penny as TENDER) he reached down and took one of Quentin’s hands.

“Q, I’m sorry I left you behind, but I’m here now,” Penny clasped Quentin’s hand in both of his own and brought it up to his chest. Quentin yanked his hand away again, and Penny’s face fell.

“I, I don’t…” Quentin stuttered out, but then Eliot was there, Thank the Gods.

“Hey, what the hell is going on here?” Eliot said, going to Quentin’s side. Q leaned ever so slightly into his partner’s side, almost instinctively, and Penny frowned. His eyes flitted back and forth between the two of them.

“I could ask you the same thing,”

Eliot wrapped an arm around Quentin. “You were the one kissing my man,”

1. Quentin wanted to melt at being called “Eliot’s man” and 2. Penny’s face got even more scrunched up. He sent Quentin a very, very pained look.

“Is that….Is that what this is? Is this for real, right now? Are you two seriously doing this?” Penny asked, with probably more emotion than Quentin had ever heard come out of him.

Q & El exchanged a glance. “Uh, yeah?” Quentin looked back at Penny, who looked crushed.

what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

“We have been for a while, actually,” Eliot said, his voice dripping with the tone of “you idiot.”

“Oh, fuck off, Waugh,” Penny shot to him. “You always fucking do this. You just can’t stop sleeping with other people’s boyfriends,”

This lead to both Quentin and Eliot throwing up their hands and both giving a “woah, what the hell?” to Penny and a yelling argument breaking out between all three of them, none of them really listening until they heard another voice in the mix:

“What the fuck?”

And all three of them turned to see Julia and Penny, wearing the same gray shirt and black jacket that he was before. A moment of silence washed over them for a brief moment before Eliot burst out laughing. Quentin elbowed him as the two Pennys examined each other.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Julia asked again, over Eliot’s laughing.

“I have no fucking idea,” Quentin mumbled under his breath. Eliot finally got a hold of himself and turned to brown leather jacket Penny with a hilarious grin on his face.

“This is timeline 40, Penny,” He said, and the other man’s eyes went wide.

“Oh, fuck,” He said, frantically looking at all of them and then their surroundings.

“What timeline are you from?” Penny 23 asked, exasperated.

The other Penny made a face. “Timeline 19,”

“Oh shit,” Eliot whispered. “We’ve got ourselves a 23-19,”

Quentin groaned. “Eliot, I swear to all that is holy-”

“So wait,” Penny 19 held up his hands, and turned to Quentin. “This is timeline 40?”

“Uh, yeah,” He said, and Penny 19 looked back and forth between him and Eliot.

“And you two are together?” He asked, and they nodded. Penny 19 turned to Julia and Penny 23. “And you two are together?”

Penny 23 sighed. “Technically, I’m from Timeline 23. My Julia died, but yeah, we were together. The Penny from this timeline was with Kady, and he died,”

Penny 19 looked like his head was about to pop off. “How did I end up straight in all the other timelines?”

Penny 23 made a face. “Never said I was straight, dude,”

Quentin and Eliot raised their eyebrows and exchanged a glance.

“But I never got with Quentin?” Penny 19 asked, sending a very heartsick look over to him.

“Uh, no,” Quentin had never felt so awkward in his life remembering the weird sex dreams he would have about his roommate as a first year. Penny 23 on the other hand, mimicked vomiting.

“Come on man, we have better taste than that,”

“How about you mind your own damn business-”

Julia’s phone went off. Everyone’s head snapped towards her and she awkwardly answered it with an apologetic look. The second she put it on speaker phone, the sound of a dragon’s roar came through followed shortly by Kady’s voice.

“Could use a little help with the fucking DRAGON?!?” Kady yelled.

Julia shot a panicked look at Penny 23, who gave one last eye roll to Penny 19 before blipping them away. This left Penny 19, Quentin, and Eliot to awkwardly stare at each other.

“So this has been fun,” Eliot said.

“I hate you,” Penny 19 said.

Quentin sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Some things never change,”

[falkor-artax]

The penny / quentin reunion we deserved

So, Penny and Quentin are my favourites (Julia, Eliot and Margo being very close second) and since our Penny’s death and him working in the Underworld I kept imagining ways for them to meet again. In the finale I wasn’t able to appreciate their scene together because everything was f*cked up (didn’t stop me from bawling though). Therefore I decided to write down one of my headcanon.

Everyone looked around in wonder and disappointment. They were technically dead (at least for the next hour or so) and they were all sitting on somewhat comfortable chairs in a dark grey office. Not really what you would expect from The Underworld. Not the craziest thing either. They had seen too much to be surprised at this point.

On the other side of the desk sat a familiar figure. Penny looked good for a dead man. He seemed serene and calm. That was weird.

The reunion was bittersweet because they knew it was only temporary. It didn’t stop Kady from hugging Penny to death (well... figure of speech) when they first saw him. Her eyes were still red but she wasn’t crying anymore. She took control of the situation and asked Penny for that one favour. That one thing they needed but couldn’t find Up There.

They were all here. Alice, full of nervous energy, ready to quote the book that led them here. Julia and Quentin in the back, gawking at every little details of the room around them. Looking for any clues they could get about The Underworld. Eliot and Margo lounging on their armchairs, the very picture of two monarchs who are watching curiously, waiting to see what will happen. All of them reunited one last time, for one last heist.

Half an hour into the discussion Penny’s nostrils began to flare and his smile looked more tense then relaxed. On the other side of the room Quentin was trying very hard to hide a smirk.

It didn’t take long after that for one of them to crack. Penny was now frowning. His eyes were twitching and he definitely looked murderous.

Suddenly he jumped out of his chair and turned to Q.

"For fuck’s sakes Coldwater! I am going to kill you! "

Quentin couldn’t hide his smirk anymore.

"Whatever do you mean ? Something bothering you?"

"You better start running because if I catch you you’re dead. For good."

Penny took a step towards Quentin who just looked at the door, back to Penny, and just ran out of the room. Penny was right behind him and they both disappeared into the hallway.

"What the fuck was that? "

"Not a damn clue Bambi but I won’t lie it’s quite entertaining. "

"Well...That’s one way to start a heist I guess..."

From the corridors they heard Penny screaming "TAYLOR SWIFT?!! REALLY?!! You are DEAD COLDWATER " followed by Quentin cackling madly and finally the sound of two bodies connecting rather violently together.

[moribundtcake]

for the wip game: open, uncover, garden?

Apparently I’ve never used any of these? Which is kinda surprising. But since I probably won’t get any other asks I decided to cheat. So here’s words containing part of those words

Open

“Nope,” Penny shook his head with a small smile as he reminisced. “You— he’d tried that thing in Elf, with the M&Ms and maple syrup once in his Freshman year. It was just okay enough that he started putting maple syrup in all sorts of shit.”

Garden

If her feelings were a game, then she was ready to play.

Uncover

She couldn’t tell if she wanted to vomit or cry when their eyes met. Before he could react to seeing her, she turned away.

Send me a word?

[crepuscularqueens]

tysm for the tag @sambambucky <3 <3 <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

27

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

193,604

3. What fandoms do you write for?

marvel (mostly sambucky but i've played around with other pairings), the magicians (penntin, queliot, wickoff), ofmd, and one black sails fic (despite that being my main fandom i guess lmao, it's so hard to write for because i can't make it better. i just have to make it worse. and boy do i have plans to make it Worse.) (also i do have an rnm fic, almost forgot about that! i would love to write more i just need the inspiration and motivation to hit at the same time lmao)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

he kisses me softly to wake me up (by a wild amount, which i think was just luck of timing with that fandom blowing up overnight) flowers for the gentleman (first published sambucky fic. looking back on it it's like... cute but could be better. natasha is in it though) held by you (felled by you) (my fav of the ofmd fics i put up, personally) what you wanted (first of my tfatws series that accompanied the show. literally wrote each fic as the episodes came out, it was so fun and idk how tf i kept up with it) hear my name in your mouth and i'm done for (hahaha. yeah.)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i love responding to comments hehehe! bc i love getting responses when i comment on other author's fics idk it just feels so fun! and when you notice the same people commenting on your fics idk it's just. holding hands with all of you love you sm <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

omg uhhhh jinx i think mine also be a samsteve one lol. stuck in the bed where we lie bc i love writing angst but i usually resolve it? but they're my favorite tragedy forever.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hmmm i guess after it all calms down? resolution of my tfatws series

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not on anything that's still up teehee <3

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

it's mainly what i write haha oops

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

crossover is when there are characters from two separate medias in one fic right? not like taking characters from one universe and putting them in the other? if it's the first then... no not anymore. no further questions.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of (i'm not like... overly concerned by the idea)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

someone once translated a teen wolf fic i wrote into russain

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, but i am open to the idea of collaborating like that (i've done events where i drew art to accompany a fic which was really fun and i miss that event a lot)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

i am so so bad at picking favorites, but if you want to go by what i have the most fics and wips for it would be sambucky

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i want to finish shores begging for big moons so badly im so sorry to everyone because. it was so so fun to write! and i had this big grand plan and knew how it would all work out and then.... i hit a wall and now it's been years and i cry for her every day. i could save her! i could do it! but i also need to reread it bc i can't remember the details anymore lmao. it's a daunting task.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i think like... rhythm if that makes sense? like i get into a groove of this is what is happening, here are the beats, this is the action and this is the dialogue and it flows so nicely and has a good rhythm to it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

focusing. i get distracted soooo easily, what is that all about haha. ha.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i love seeing it in fic! i'm always scared to include it bc i don't want to mess anything up, so i usually have it from another character's POV and that they don't know what's being said. which is a cop out, i know. i should probably be better about looking into translations!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

harry potter (i know. there is no need to talk about it)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

how do i choose! tbh it's a tie between i bit the fruit and holy water. don't read into that.

absolute no pressure tags for @dr-lizortecho @unwholesome-gay @verdanthoney @nymhciv !

[nellie-elizabeth]

"Maybe This Time" is my all time favorite of yours. There are so many incredible moments. The clues they found that suggested there was overlap from other timelines. Eliot breaking up with Q absolutely destroyed me. I had to have a lie down after Quentin slept with Penny and left bruises on his wrists. My favorite moment was when they reunited when Quentin woke up in the infirmary. It was just so beautifully done and gratifying!

ahh this is so nice!! The Penny stuff in that fic... Awakened something in me, I've got to write some proper Penntin one of these days. I'm so glad that story has stuck with you, it was such an enormous labor of love and looking back I can't believe I wrote something with that many words lol.

[imacrowcawcaw]

Treasure Ch. 1 (Penntin)

(Ao3)

Pairing: “Penny” Adiyodi/Quentin Coldwater, past Penny/Pearl Sunderland, past Quentin/Alice Quinn, background Margo & Eliot

Fandom: The Magicians (TV)

Length of series: who knows

Warnings/tags: magic (like duh), universe alterations, canon divergence (obviously), spells gone wrong, magic rituals, slow build, enemies to friends to lovers, first kiss, first time, snuggling and cuddling, Penny is very physically affectionate believe it or not, attempted humor, fluff, angst, smut, happy ending

Summary: 

Quentin fucks up a spell (Penny may or may not have also helped/hindered).

Quentin is the reason Penny can’t see unless he’s hugging him and also why everything smells like the Bog of Eternal Stench.

Quentin’s run-amuck brain brings all sorts of problems to the table.

Quentin is starting to make Penny feel funny in his chest (and his pants). 

Fuck Quentin, man.

Author’s Notes: I’m nearly through season one and am also not willing to put in hours of research on this universe’s magical rituals, so -- keep that in mind, I guess. That being said, I am in LOVE with this show and also this pairing. 78 stories on ao3?!? Fair, but sad…. I am falling hard and fast for Penntin (idk the ship name). So I had to write out everything in my brain. So here. Plays off of some the other fics on here, particularly “Practical applications of falling in love” -- kudos to you, @echomoon, that was amazing and I can’t stop thinking on the concept!! 

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The smell was everywhere. It burned through Penny’s nose like it had a personal vendetta against every single one of his nostril hairs (which, it had been kindly pointed out a few years ago by a bitch who will remain unnamed, numbered quite a few. Especially visible when underneath him, which almost everyone was in this apparent plane of Hobbits. Right, moving on. Bitch.)

He covered his nose with his hands, then the scarf wrapped loosely around his neck - purple silk, today - but the smell just kept coming and coming until he was nearly choking. 

In the back of his mind, Penny could feel the waves of panic, frustration, and disgust coming off of Quentin fucking Coldwater in a mixture much similar to what he was feeling. More panic, or course, cause the guy was a walking circus accident, and some various streams of babbling mind diarrhea lamenting about the awful smell. Surprisingly, the guy had a vocabulary Penny could almost be impressed by. But he was much more focused on himself and his dying nose, no matter how insistent Quentin’s feelings were.

And Penny would like to point out that he never willingly associated with that geek. It was always outside forces convening to push them together, whether in a study group or room assignments or the weird-ass plot against their lives that somehow connected Mothman and cursed daggers and creepy pedaphilic authors (that he would have liked to punch in the face).

Of course, that ever-present, invisible asshole (fate, god, the Dean; what did he care?) pushed them together yet again with more disastrous results. 

Like them being together in the same room at all.

Like them being paired up to do spell work.

Like them fucking it up. 

The disastrous fucking results he just knew were going to happen were, apparently, this smell. He had scented some pretty bad (literal) shit in his lifetime, but nothing compared to the absolute atrocity that was Quentin bungling a simple ass locator spell. 

“Oh, my god!”

And that was the fucking idiot, desperately clutching his ever-present baggy shirt over his face like it would do some good against it. Magical stenches did not, as it appeared, let themselves be blocked out so easily. 

Penny rolled his eyes - watering like a baby’s, he might add - and made his way over to a window on the backside of the class, pounding at the frame with his fist when it wouldn’t fucking budge. 

Stupid Quentin, going and burning his nose because he couldn’t fucking concentrate on anything other than Alice’s tits. Bet he had something to do with the stuck window, too. 

“Come ON, fucking open!” Penny muttered. 

He was desperate for fresh air. He would beg and cry if he had to - his eyes were already crying, and also did he mention fuck this? - but he just needed this goddamn window to open up, so if he could just get the latch to jiggle a little more to the left-

Aha! Fresh air!

Penny stuck his head out of the window and breathed in deeply, opening his mouth as wide as it would go like a dog on a car ride. He gulped and drank in the life-giving oxygen -- but, but it was-

“-ON’T PENNY! GET AWAY FROM THERE!”

Ugh, Quentin. Trust him to fuck up not only the air inside the classroom but the whole fucking campus as well. He would have to be funding the entire infirmary at this point. 

Sighing (and then retching), Penny pulled back to shut the window and noticed something real fucking peculiar. And creepy. 

Either he had been blinded by the horrible smell - and it was that bad, he wasn’t immediately discounting the theory - or a thick fucking fog had rolled in while Penny wasn’t paying attention. Cause he couldn't see anything. All across his field of vision was grey -- actually, it was more of a murky blue than grey, and it was moving at a surprising speed for having no conceivable end to it. And it was so thick (like Quentin, god Penny was going to fucking kill him).

“Penny! Please get away from the window!”

Quentin was pleading with him now, and Penny almost felt bad about how scared he sounded -- not entirely, though; that voice crack was hilarious. Idiot fucking deserved to be scared. Look what he had done!

He turned around to tell him just that, except for, uh, he couldn’t see him. The fog was in the room. 

The podium near Penny’s left side was a vaguely visible outline, and the front lab table even less so -- man, don’t even get him started on the desks and chairs. There was nothing. He could be in Fillory for all he knew- oh. Hell to the fucking no.

“Quentin!” He roared, “Where the fuck are we?!”

“Wh- what do you mea-- here! We’re in class! Where the hell are you?”

So that was a relief, if a disappointing one (those were called oxymorons, right? Fits. Quentin was a moron who was causing him to run out of fucking oxygen.)

“I’m by the window, dumbass! Trying to get some fresh fucking air, cause you fucking destroyed it all and replaced it with dog shit!”

This is worse than dog shit.

Oh god-fucking-damn. He did not need Quentin’s thoughts right now. Penny carefully moved forward, sweeping one foot in an arch across his path before he stepped down. 

He figured Quentin was doing the same, because he heard the rambling oh fuck what was that where am I where’s Penny I’m such an idiot oh my god was that a rat streaming through his head as Coldwater, clearly, let all his wards down in an effort to fully concentrate on navigation and breathing. 

This once, Penny couldn’t quite blame him for devoting all of his energy to the task at hand instead of blocking him off -- but it was still annoying. He was so good at concentrating and yet Quentin managed to get into his brain clear as glass. And he was so fucking annoying. 

“Fuck, Coldwater! Shut the hell up!” Penny sighed and paused, running a hand over his hair. The waves of panic were increasing. “Just stay where you are and I’ll come to you. But stop thinking, please.”

“Yeah, okay- oh! Ow, fuck…”

There was a loud crash and then Quentin's pained noises as he clearly ran into some sort of furniture. Penny sighed again. What idiot had let this guy anywhere near a spellbook? (Nevermind how powerful he occasionally was -- that didn’t make up for stupidity.)

Penny breathed deeply - the one meditation practice he admitted could help, if only to calm him down - and kept making his slow way across the room. He was pretty sure that he was in the center of the room now, but he also knew that not being able to see made distances seem much longer than they were. 

He took another step and ended up tripping over the same goddamn chair Quentin had apparently ran into, because his body landed on another guy’s that made a pathetic “ow” noise again. 

“Jesus Christ, Quent, you could of at least picked yourself back up off of… the…. floor,” he slowly trailed off, looking around. 

There was no more fog. There was no more burning smell. The classroom was exactly like it was before they had started the chant -- empty desks and chairs left behind by all the people who didn’t have slow idiot’s for lab partners, wood paneling that tried and failed to look classy, and the front lab table covered in various magical instruments. 

“What the hell?”

Quentin sat up underneath him - as much as he could - rubbing his nose and sniffing deeply. Penny agreed. The air felt amazing, like a soothing balm on his poor, abused air canals. 

He quickly realized that there was still a geek that was responsible for all this mess half-lying on the floor underneath his body, and that someone could walk in at any moment. So that was un-fucking-desirable, in multiple ways (ugh, Quentin. Just thinking about him made Penny shudder.)

With a quick brace of his arms, Penny bolted upright and took several steps away from the nerd -- back into the fog and the awful smell. 

“Ah!”

He looked around, confused and pissed off. Was this some kind of joke the kid was trying to pull on him? 

Penny tried to do a simple fire spell, then again, and again; each time more desperately than the last. Nothing. It was like the fog was muting his magic -- it was curling in scarily tentacle-like clouds around his hands, engulfing them in dense smoke and snuffing out any sparks he could have produced. 

Now Penny was panicking a little. 

He was still mostly pissed off, mostly- extremely pissed at Quentin, possibly more than he ever had been before, and frustrated with just a twinge of panic at the absence of his magic; the opposite of the nervous nellie probably still huddled around a chair leg on the floor. 

Something grabbed at his foot, and, suddenly, the smell and fog had gone away again. He could breathe and see and there was a rather large flame coming from his hands, a culmination of the previously snuffed flames all working together to express his rage through fire. 

When he looked down, Quentin was actually clinging to his foot, not a chair, and looking very nervous. What was new. Penny tried to kick him off and succeeded after a moment, the blueness invading so suddenly he didn’t even notice the smell for a second. 

Then it was gone, again - he was gonna get whiplash from this shit - and Quentin was hugging his leg, again. This time he looked more sheepish than nervous, and it made Penny want to kick him in the face. 

(Ch. 2 on Tumblr)

“I, uh- I think that the fog and the smell only happens when we’re not touching each other.”

What. 

Well, it made sense considering the last three minutes of god dicking with the light switch - not to mention Quentin’s history of idiocracy and miss-castings, but-. Come on.

“Coldwater, I. Am. Going. To. Fucking. Kill. You.”

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(Ch. 2 on Tumblr)

[kythwena]

“Sorry, that- you’re safe, I will fuck her shit up but you’re safe, Coldwater, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just keep breathing with me, okay? But did she- did she say something? There was shouting and you don’t shout.”

The Sweet Taste of Lemons by TellMeNoAgain @tellmenoagain-cj

[goddessjuliawicker]

I think I might open fanfiction requests again. Though I don't promise that they'll be done quickly. But, honestly, I write better when I'm busy and it helps. So, Magicians fanfiction? Ships in the tags.

[magicobsessedclinicallydepressed]

I know Quentin and Penny are gone forever but does anyone want to write penntin fics for me anyways? I always thought they would be a great ship