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stvolanis · 3 months

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Farleigh with an innocence kink for Felix’s friend that he brings home for the summer?

love this sm. I made Farleigh kinda a perv sorry😭 (not sorry) reader is naive and too innocent‼️

Farleigh Start! Who didn’t think much of it when Felix mentioned bringing someone home with them for the summer, and quite honestly didn’t care. till he seen you.

Farleigh Start! Who’s thoughts were only filled of doing vile things to you as he shook your hand, Felix introducing the two of you. The skirt you wore when you first met while forever be engraved into his dirty mind; a lace baby pink with small flower designs on the frill, but what he remembers the most, was the way it barely covered your ass.

Farleigh Start! Who thought you knew what you were doing when you’d suck on your little cherry lollipops everyday, or when you’d lick your popsicles from the base to the tip to prevent the juices running down. Hell, he almost confronted you when you bent over in front of him while wearing your thin bikini that left little to the imagination; but you were truly oblivious.

Farleigh Start! Whos dick hardened at the way you blushed profusely, trying to avoid eye contact the day in the meadow when they were all naked. His eyes had zoned in on how you squeezed your thighs together when you glanced at his body. Of course, you were the only fully clothed one there. Farleigh made sure of that. No one was ever going to get to see you naked but him.

Farleigh Start! Who shares a bathroom with you; the both of your rooms connected. He’ll quietly crack the door open, just enough to see you undress and take your place in your rose petal filled bath. God, it smelled heavenly to him.

Farleigh Start! Who makes dirty jokes around you, only to grip his cock through his pants discreetly when you either give him a look of confusion, or embarrassment. Or, when you sit next to dinner he’ll rest his hand on the plush of your thigh, telling you it was just a “friendly gesture” as he squeezed. And of course, you’d believe him, why wouldn’t you? Farleighs an amazing friend!

Farleigh Start! Who keeps you close to him and scares off drunken men, and even a few women, who tried to hit on you at one of the many parties they hosted throughout the summer. Acting as your own body guard, even going as far as beating one man to a pulp for grazing his hand over your ass.

Farleigh Start! Who you beg to tell you about sex one day, seeing as you were the closest to him, and he sees this as his opportunity to finally taint the dainty aura of innocence you head floating around your pretty little mind.

Farleigh Start! Who reluctantly sits you down on your bed, watching as you clutched your stuffed bunny to your chest; peering up at him through lashes as the filthiest words slipped past your strawberry lips. “What’s masturbate?” You asked with a tilt of you head. He inhaled deeply. “Masturbation.” He corrected you.

Farleigh Start! Who merely said, “let me show you.” As he, right then and there, whipped out his throbbing member, standing tall against his lean stomach. He watched as you dropped to your knees unknowingly in front of him with awestruck eyes. “What’s this?” You asked. “S’my cock. It likes you.” He chuckled out as he watched your brows furrow when it twitched.

Farleigh Start! Who gave you the okay to touch his cock, letting you play around with it for a little bit. He hissed when your finger skimmed over his weeping tip. “I’m sorry.” You rushed out. He groaned. “That’s alright, didn’t hurt me. Felt real good, baby.” He reassured with a smile.

Farleigh Start! Who instructed you how to give your first hand job. “Tighten your fist, sweetheart. Juuusstt like thattt..” he bit out as you stroked up and down his shaft with a tightened fist. He gripped the pink sheets beneath him, trying to restrain himself from forcing his cock into your mouth and down your throat.

Farleigh Start! Who was losing his self control as you’d look up at him with blown-out, lust filled eyes. The fact that you had no idea just how amazing you were making him feel had him close to the edge. His groans getting more louder as he grew breathless.

Farleigh Start! Who painted your face white when you batted your lashes up at him with the hesitant question of, “Am I doing a good job, Farleigh?” Your lost little puppy dog eyes had him folding. You flinched in surprise as what you learned was his cum, landed on your cheeks, nose, and mouth.

Farleigh Start! Who instructed you to open your mouth, scooping up the cum on your face before shoving it into your mouth. Your oral fixation kicked in as you sucked around his thumb. “Good girl, baby. Made me feel so fuckin’ good. My best girl.” He said as he kissed your head.

“Now, let’s take care of that little ache you have down there, hm, Princess?”

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beeslibrarycorner · 4 months

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Oliver is a selfish lover when it comes to yours and Felix’s attention but he melts alittle when he sees the way Felix loves on you.

Oliver enjoys watching from afar as Felix holds you close, pressing kisses into your skin as you lay against him.

Oliver thinks he’s this way because he’s afraid, afraid that he will love you the wrong way. Not the way Felix does with his big glowing warmth that surrounds you and makes you feel safe.

He’s afraid that you’ll pull away and reach for the other man instead. But all those negative thoughts and ideas of isolation melt away when you do reach out for him in Felix’s arms. How when your eyes light up when they meet his, his brain stops the negative spewing of hate for a few minutes.

His body doesn’t hesitate and he moves before thinking to the couch where his two lovers sit. And he watches you detach from the warm loving body of Felix and latch on to him, the icy cold starts to melt away as you nuzzle in.

He can’t help but feel the glowing loving warmth from you as you cling to him. And when Felix also starts cuddling into him he’s truly a goner, as love fill his body and replaces the negative. He realizes after the umpteenth kiss snuggle and squeeze that he is so loved in this relationship and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

#felix catton x reader x oliver quick #felix catton x oliver quick #oliver quick x felix catton #felix catton x reader #oliver quick x reader #saltburn

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pyrish-art · 3 months

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Finally “finished” this piece lol the saltburn brain rot has fully consumed me at this point. I love them both so much.

#felix is a tactile guy who will take every opportunity to hang off his short friend #ollie’s just perfect leaning height #I hope everyone likes it 🥰#saltburn #saltburn fanart #oliver quick #felix catton #cattonquick #oliver quick x felix catton #saltburn 2023 #jacob elordi #barry keoghan #pyrishart #quotes on finished cos am I ever truly finished? I could spend another 5 hrs on this #it’s been so long since I’ve done a piece like this 😫

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lostinsaltburn · 1 month

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BREATHE - AO3

Explicit - Felix x Oliver - AU

After his first year at Oxford, Felix needed a change, wanted a break, like a gap year or something. School was mundane and boring, rarely challenging anymore when his teachers never bothered to mark him down even when his assignments just had a front page to them. After all the talk Farleigh had about how lively the US was he just wanted to try it out, have a little taste.

Over the summer his interest in the gym had really heightened. His mother took note, proud of her little boy for focusing on his health and just having something he was passionate about that wasn't going to result in baby Felix's running rampant around Saltburn. With a mother's loving push she got Felix to enroll in a PT course.

It didn't take long for Felix to become absolutely infatuated with the idea, convincing his father, with his mothers help to buy him a high end gym in California. Thankfully he didn't have to run the place, his father meeting him in the middle by hiring an accountant and manager. The marketing and his own PT schedule would all be up to him though.

It had been incredible, the initial move, getting set up in his new apartment and dragging Farleigh along to work there too. New places, new people and some freedom to express himself sexually and openly was more then he expected.

The gym was high end, focusing on the clients in the neighboring law firms, apartments and offices. A fancy juice bar even available on site.

It felt nice, comfortable to rub shoulders with all these new people, to experience the differences between the circles. He understood now what his aunt had meant about the cold hearted English.

In the beginning he'd lost a lot of client's by partying all night and forgetting their early morning appointments. Eventually though his bread and butter clientele started to emerge and he got better at scheduling clients to the type of hours he wanted to work, forcing others to take the earlier clients.

Between Grindr and the gym clientele Felix was never lonely, his bed was never cold. His charm always wining out especially if someone got a little too clingy. Like most things though, even this had recently gotten a little boring, he wanted something different, wanted a chase, wanted to have to work for something. There was no fun in it anymore, it felt empty and easy and he liked a challenge. Everyone Felix met just fell in line behind his lead and it was starting to become a little frustrating, maybe Felix didn't want to have to lead all the time.

At the gym he had to take the lead in the marketing, in his group of friends everybody looked toward him to show them a good time, to herd them all to the next bar, to start the conversations so they could continue it. It was frustrating, reminded him too much of his friendship circle in Oxford. He just wanted someone else to tell him what to do now, he didn't want to make decisions for everything, to have all these expectations placed on his shoulders. He could have fun even if he was only following, he was sure of it, dreamed of it and in every dream he loved it.

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barrysheoghan · 3 months

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i wanna write something where felix gets so furiously jealous when he sees (or hear about) ollie and venetia that he enters a sort of beast mode and absolutely humiliates ollie in every way possible. then later when he realizes how hes acted he feels guilty af and tries to make it up to ollie but ollies just like..... dude i ENJOYED that

#saltburn #oliver quick #felix catton #cattonquick #oliver quick x felix catton

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sadnessunderthebridge · 4 months

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I love the fact that when people write Saltburn fanfics that they don't really bother with putting Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Tags. Because like the whole movie was Dead Dove.

Also, if you plan on reading a Saltburn fanfic and you don't want Dead Dove then why are are you reading it, we all know it's going either going to have weird ass Michael Gavey with Y/N or our lovely sadistic Oliver Quick either in a toxic relationship with Felix or doing something sadistic and crazy.

#saltburn #oliver quick #felix catton #michael gavey #y/n #oliver quick x felix catton #michael gavey x reader #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #sadistic #like people its all a bunch of sadistic stories #with sadistic people

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coldblooded-angel · 3 months

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Because I believe in equal opportunity, here’s a forced fem!Ollie fic. 🎀

This is set in Halloween because it’s my favorite holiday and offers a very believable excuse for any aggresive hetero to dress his best friend up as a girl. Boy bestie things <333

#daff writes #saltburn #felix catton #oliver quick #cattonquick #oliver quick x felix catton #saltburn fic #ao3 fanfic

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thesevenwondersofawitch · 4 months

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Saltburn Playlists:

Felix x Oliver:

Lady Elspeth Catton:

Venetia Catton:

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chibsandchill · 3 months

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Not in love

Fandom: Saltburn

Pairing: Oliver Quick x Felix Catton (brief mentions of past Oliver x Venetia)

Summary: Oliver reflects on his and Felix's relationship and comes to a startling realization that maybe there is no saving it.

Or,

The birthday scenes from Oliver's POV leading up to the maze, only with a slight twist at the end.

Warnings: A disgusting amount of Greek mythology references, Oliver, major character(s) death, spelling and grammatical errors, unreliable narrator, written from Oliver’s POV, descriptions of violence, description of metaphorical self-harm, mentions of drugs and alcohol, unhealthy relationships, toxic mindset, obsession, Oliver really really needs (needed?) a therapist, allusions to sex but no details

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The clouds parted and there was light. Bright and wonderful, all for him. Even in a beautiful garden the rays strayed from the violets and the roses to spread its warmth to the weeds and the dandelions growing just outside the fence.

You loved the sun,

who wouldn’t?

It brought warmth, life, peace and love,

and thus,

who would blame it for the fate of those who wandered too far?

A simple dandelion who had only gazed at the sun from behind the fence wasn’t made for a life among the flowers, under the watchful eye of the sun. But still it looked. The roses stretched and giggled as they swayed gently in the wind,

but the sun kept looking away.

The garden was too pretty. The sun needed to see the ugly, to shine its light onto them too. It would feed on the darkness until it was full, and then it would retreat back into the garden to laugh and warm the flowers.

The poor dandelion who had finally known warmth was abandoned.

It hadn’t been dark enough to sustain the sun’s ever-growing want for ugly. Its warmth had brought out the taint, allowing the dandelion to thrive.

It felt like a story from one of his old literacy classes in elementary school. Still, It was true enough. Meeting Felix was like seeing the sun after an eternity of darkness and they were much like the sun and the dandelion,

only,

Oliver was as ravenous for Felix’s warmth as Felix was for the darkness in him. Both of them tore and tore at each other to unveil more. It crumbled in their mouths like dust.

But now the sun had found out the true nature of the dandelion, and for all the ugliness in the world it would not look at it. A flower in disguise, a lowly one but a flower nonetheless. Not pretty enough to line the garden beds or sprout from bushes, but not ugly enough to be torn from the root and thrown into the compost.

Oliver stumbled through the party. His head pounded from the music, the spiked alcohol and the sweaty bodies that moved like giant waves. He was reeling. His hands shook, his eyes were red and his blood was cold as ice.

It was his last night in the garden before the sun itself descended to burn him.

Maybe the garden wasn’t an apt description after all. Perhaps his story was more like Icarus. Oliver had grown too bold in his want for Felix and had grown to love the feeling of burning too much to notice how close he got. He was cast from the heavens with the charred remains of his wings. Deformed and alone, he fell. The wounds on his back still weeping from when he stood in front of the Catton’s mirror and teared at his skin until his very bones were bared, until he bent and broke them to form his wings. The flaps of bruised skin stretched taut to give him flight, but had now been burnt to crisps. Flightless, he fell into the vast ocean of ravenous creatures who would do anything for Felix’s eyes to so much as pass over them – for them to be one of the crowd that he scoured for someone in.

Venetia had warned him. ‘He never liked sharing his toys. Even the ones he doesn’t want to play with anymore.’ She would clothe herself in Daedalus’ colors but under the guise of care, she tempted him. Oliver would name her Circe, for he had given in, and had almost gotten caught. She would have him turned into a swine, just like Eddie.

None of the guests knew who he was, so while her warning rang true, Oliver could never love another like he loved Felix. How could you compete with a bright burning star? By god, Oliver adored his sun,

but you could never expect a sun to admire you back,

but by god, Felix did.

Did. Not anymore. The sun no longer shone for him. The rays reserved just for Oliver had turned cold like ice, like daggers they tore through his flesh until he was staggering, dazed and confused. Until all of Oliver that remained was a singular desire; find Felix.

He stumbled past Venetia pressed up against one of the guests, and Harry who stared at her from across the room with red-rimmed eyes and full-blown pupils. The cold air hit him like a wall but he relished in it, it cleared his head, but made his heart hurt. He couldn’t stand the cold anymore. Felix was always warm.

A hand dropped on his shoulder. It made him jump.

“Hello Farleigh.”

“How’d you know it was me?!” Farleigh pulled Oliver around to face him. His curls sprung free as he took off the donkey’s head. Oliver remembered how they felt in his hands, how it felt like silk slipping through his fingers.

Oliver’s finger shook as he pointed at the ring Farleigh wore. “Signet ring.”

“God, you really do notice everything, don’t you?”

Farleigh pulled out a baggy of white powder – cocaine–, shook it out on his hand before he snorted the messy line. The relief was visible.

“Have they seen you yet?” Oliver asked.

If Felix had seen Farleigh then maybe some of that anger could be shifted. Oliver hadn’t attempted to steal and sell family heirlooms. It wasn’t even that big a lie that his father had died, just a bit early. Eventually his father would lay buried in a grave.

“Not yet.”

“They’ll go ballistic.”

“Doubt it.” Farleigh grinned. “They invited me.”

He laughed at the surprise Oliver felt.

“God, the look on your face!”

“They can’t have invited you.”

“Oh, Oliver. You’ll never catch on. This place,” Farleigh gestured to the grounds and the house, and the party, perhaps even to Felix wherever he was waiting. “you know, it’s not for you. It is a fucking dream. It is an anecdote you’ll bore your fat kids with at Christmas. Oliver’s Once-In-A-Lifetime, hand job on a hay bale, golden, big boy summer. And you’ll cling onto it and comb over it and jerk off to it and you’ll wonder how you could ever, ever, ever, ever get it back. But you don’t get it back because your summer’s over. And so you, you catch a train to whatever creepy doll factory it is they make Olivers in. And I come back here. This isn’t a dream to me. It’s my house. “

Farleigh bent down, grabbed Oliver by the neck and forced him to look Farleigh in the eyes. “So whatever happens – I always come back. Try harder next time, baby.”

He pulled away and put the donkey helmet back on before leaving Oliver alone, but Oliver doesn’t care. Felix just walked past with India, who was dressed as a fairy, wings and tiny green dress. Felix isn’t as an actor as Oliver, who doesn’t miss the downturn of his brows, or the tension in his face as his eyes catch Oliver’s.

His heart sped up in his chest. A reaction!

They enter the maze. Oliver didn’t move. He needed a plan. Last time he had lied, made himself small and helpless, a broken doll that was just so sad and pitiful you couldn’t throw it away. Like one from your childhood that you found and just had to fix. A bird with a broken wing being nursed back to health by a loving hand. But they were beyond those lies now. Peel back the layers of deceit, and what was left? What was Oliver when he was left bare, but average? One in the crowd. He wasn’t poor, wasn’t stupid to the point of amusement, or smart enough to rely on in uni, he wasn’t handsome enough to be desired, not deformed enough to be taken in by Felix.

Felix’s family needed darkness. They fed on it. Without those lies Oliver was a skinny little fucking rat without a sliver of meat on his body. Felix had practically devoured Oliver when the sweet lies about his addict mum and his dead dad spilled from his lips.

But they were just that,

lies,

and Felix was left to regurgitate, to purge himself of Oliver.

It was betrayal. It turned the moments they shared together black, the sweet words they uttered into tar that stuck in their throats.

What Oliver had was the wrong sort of darkness.

The sort that made him pour a baggy of powder down the throat of his champagne bottle.

He was too drunk to navigate the maze. He’d have gotten lost were it not for the trail of bottles and clothing and dollar bills. Fitting. Princess Ariadne gave Theseus a ball of thread to escape the labyrinth after slaying the minotaur, but this thread? No. Rather it was the minotaur who had left the thread so that Theseus could find him. What was one’s biggest desire but to be seen? Oliver saw Felix in a way no others did. Theseus saw the Minotaur for the half-human it was; a creature born of pride and greed. Even if Felix didn’t understand it yet, he had left that trail for Oliver to find him.

No. Oliver shuddered at even thinking Felix was like the minotaur. To liken the sun with a beast that feasts on human flesh?

He was the half-human beast– more beast than man. But he was not a creature born of greed or pride, but rather this is what he had become. With his lies his head had been torn, for Oliver was forgotten and the minotaur, shielded in lies, was born, and it had been replaced, but unlike Farleigh’s helmet, it could not be removed. And now Felix saw him for what he was,

and yet he still left a trail for the beast to follow.

It’s the moans he heard first. It’s not Felix’s best work, Oliver thought as he leaned against the hedge. He takes a sip of the drink, and it almost burns as much as his heart.

Almost.

And he can’t bear the sight of them anymore. Connected. Pressed up against the statue. It was intentional, Oliver was sure. A show of power. A sacrifice. If Felix hadn’t wanted to be found he’d have hid somewhere else in the maze, and not in the center which he’d made sure Oliver knew how to find.

“Felix-”

Felix jumped.

“Jesus Christ! What the fuck are you doing here?!"

“I need to talk to you.” His voice slurred.

India hurried to put her fairy dress back on. One of the wings was bent. Felix buckled up his jeans and glared at Oliver.

“Were you spying on us?” India shouted.

“No. I wasn’t!”

India started moving toward the exit. “You know what, you two are fucking gross.”

Oliver noticed Felix didn’t watch her leave.

“Fucking hell, mate.”

“I’m sorry." His words almost come out as a whimper. “I wasn’t-”

Oliver walked closer to Felix, desperation making his heart beat like a tattoo against his ribs. It’s fucking painful how every muscle in his body screams at him to move, how his skin itches for Felix’s touch. Like an addict.

“No. What the fuck is wrong with you, Oliver? Leave me the fuck alone!”

Oliver shook his head. Some champagne spilled over his hand. “No. We need to talk.”

He tried to grab Felix’s hand but the man just scoffed and stared as his hand fell.

“We can’t… We can’t, are you fucking crazy?”

“You can’t just throw me away.” Oliver walked closer, undeterred.

Felix pushed him back. Oliver almost begged him to do it again, if only to feel his hands on his chest. It’s like a soothing balm, but the pain returns two-fold when the touch leaves.

“Get the fuck away from me.”

Oliver staggered but something inside him broke. He flew forward and grabbed Felix by the shirt and pressed himself as close he could. Words were on his tongue, but Felix just smelled so good and familiar that it all fell away. The side of his face rested against his chest, but then the rot took root again.

“Look, I just gave you what you wanted. Like everyone else does! Everyone puts on a show for Felix. So, I’m sorry if my performance wasn’t good enough.”

Felix was tense in his hold. “I think… I think you need to see someone. You need help, okay? Seriously."

“No. No, I don’t. I just need you to understand how much I fucking love you. You’re the only friend I’ve ever had, Felix. I mean, doesn’t this just prove how much of a good friend I actually am? How well I actually know you! I’m still the same person! Yeah? I’m still the same person!”

Felix looked at him then. The wilted flower forced the sun to look at it. To see.

“I don’t know what you are. But I do know you make my fucking blood run cold.”

There was silence.

Maybe it was then that Oliver finally understood that they could never come back from the betrayal. There wasn’t a way that they could walk out of that maze together. They wouldn’t go back to uni. Felix wouldn’t kiss him on the forehead, wouldn’t rest an arm over the back of his chair, or tell his friends off when they made fun of him.

Didn't Felix see that Oliver did it all for him? That he'd bend until his spine broke so that he might have one more glance?

“I see.” He sniffled. “That’s okay.”

It wasn’t.

But it would be.

Oliver wasn’t a fucking dandelion, or Icarus, or the Minotaur or Theseus. They didn’t carry the rot he did. The darkness. This wasn’t a story of bravery, of a daring escape, or a beast by others' makings. Oliver was like Tantalus. He fed Felix lie after lie and now he had been caught and sentenced to a life of being forced to watch Felix from afar. A curse worse than death. Each day he would suffer through seeing what he had, what he had lost.

But Oliver refused to be like Tantalus,

he wouldn’t allow himself to be banished to Tartarus, starving in a pool of water below a bountiful tree with low hanging branches.

How would the garden thrive without the sun?

Oliver took another sip of the champagne, still holding Felix to him. Felix wouldn’t give Oliver anything, so Oliver took. And he had taken and taken until Felix was hollow. But he wanted more. He would have all of Felix. Even the bones.

The alcohol is bitter in his mouth.

Then, in a daring move, he stepped ever closer and pressed his lips to Felix’s. Felix froze and tried to pull away but there was nowhere to go. The statue pressed to his back, Oliver to his front. But Oliver wasn’t deterred. His lips slanted over Felix. It was sloppy, poor form, but when he felt the slightest movement from Felix it felt like heaven.

A burst of wind sweeping through his broken wings.

Felix’s lips moving against Oliver’s lips were soft, unsure. Not shy, never shy. He allowed himself to be guided by Oliver. But then it changed. Felix’s movements were more forceful, a hard press of teeth and lips against Oliver to the point where his lips bled. Blood and champagne mixed between them. Tongues battled against each other. Oliver pulled back, allowing Felix to take his place as the one in charge.

Relief filled him.

His muscles shook with the effort to hold himself up. Even Felix began struggling.

And then they fell.

Perhaps it wasn’t like anything Oliver had thought of.

Perhaps the truest version of their story is something in between. Something between Theseus and the minotaur and Juliet and Romeo. An alternative universe where Theseus fell for the minotaur,

and the minotaur fell for him too.

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manicpixiefelix · 4 months

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me outside of Emerald Fennell's house demanding she release the Oliver/Felix kiss cut of Saltburn

#saltburn #felix catton #oliver quick #oliver x felix #oliver quick x felix catton #cattonquick #jacob elordi #barry keoghan #manicpixieart

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stvolanis · 3 months

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Hi yes i'll have a farleigh start being the sweetest bf even though he's a massive asshole.

coming right up 💕

lover<3

(one shot)

PAIRINGS: Farleigh Start! X Reader

WARNINGS: it’s rlly short I’m sorry 😭, foul language, reader is emotional in this, kissing, cuddling, pet names, Felix and Oliver are dating because I said so, basically FLUFF!!!!

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Your partying days at Oxford were at a dreadful end, your life now piling with work on top of work. It was an endless cycle, an exhaustion. An annoyance.

You barely got sleep, and you felt like a living corpse dragging yourself from class to class every day. And the little sleep you did get was always interrupted with Oliver and Farleighs bickering, or Felix begging you to come to one of the many frat parties he’s throwing.

You knew you were neglecting Farleigh, and it made you feel terrible, but you truly just didn’t have the time. You would’ve told him how busy you’d become, but you were afraid he would become upset and break up with you or something, so you bit your tongue.

Farleigh, on the other hand, was like your night and shining armor. He was an amazing boyfriend, the whole reason you attended Oxford in the first place was because he was going to, and you always wanted to be wherever he was.

Though, now, you were starting to regret it. It was all becoming too much for you and you didn’t have a clue as to how you were gonna get all of the shit you had to do done. You were too afraid to ask for help, but you didn’t even need to ask. Farleigh realized on his own.

He didn’t say anything at first, but he could feel that something was off with you. He didn’t know what it was, but you seemed more agitated. When you guys hung out, your mind seemed elsewhere, and like you were in a constant state of gloom or something, he didn’t know.

But he knew you, and he knew that whatever was bothering you would stay unresolved unless he was the one who spoke up about it.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He suddenly asked. He was sitting at the edge of your bed, staring at you. Now, you didn’t know exactly how long he’d been stating at you because your mind, as always lately, was elsewhere. More specifically, focused on whatever bullshit you were typing on your lousy computer.

“Hellooo?” He asked again, more agitated this time. You didn’t respond, so he took it upon himself to slam your computer shut, nearly on your fingers before tossing it on your desk. “Farleigh, hey! Cmon, nows not the time.” You huffed out as you got up.

You felt hands around your waist turn you back around, so now you were facing Farleigh. His hands cupped your cheeks, and he made you peer up at him. “What’s wrong? Why have you been so distant lately?” He asked, genuinely upset.

Your eyes immediately watered and tears rolled down your cheeks, your lips beginning to tremble. Farleighs eyes turned soft as he pulled you into him. “Baby, please tell me. Can’t help you if I dunno what’s wrong, Princess.” He muttered in your hair.

“Everything, Farleigh! S’all too much!” You yelled out through your tears, your voice slightly muffled by his shirt. “See, we’re getting somewhere. Be a little more specific f’me, hm?” He urged as he kissed your head.

“The works too hard. There’s too much of it and I’ve been completely drowning in it, Farleigh.” You sobbed into his chest. He clicked his tongue as he made you look up at him again. “Oh, you silly girl. You should’ve told me!” He said as he wiped your tears with his thumbs.

You sniffled as he kissed your forhead, then both of your cheeks, your nose, then your lips softly. “S’okay, gonna be okay. I’ll help you, and so will that shithead Oliver.” He muttered against your lips reassuringly.

you giggled through your tears. Even when he was being the sweetest to you, he still always had it out for Oliver. It felt like a weight was lifted off of your shoulders. Like your lungs could finally take in air again. An exaggeration, maybe, but he made everything feel better.

“Wanna watch a movie? We can worry about the work later. You need to relax, honey.” He said as he lied down with you in his arms, snug against his large body. He played with your hair as you sighed, tracing shapes on his chest while nodding your head at the movie suggestion.

After a while, the two of you settled on “night at the museum” as it was one of your favorites. Farleigh, on the other hand, had absolutely no interest in the movie. He didn’t want to watch it, but for you? He’d do anything if it put a smile on your face.

Suddenly, the door burst open, revealing Oliver and Felix. “Party today, we’re all going! Don’t care what you have to do, Y/N.” He said.

“Jesus, fuck. Get out!!” Farleigh yelled out as he threw one of the books from your nightstand at Olivers head. Oliver winced and rubbed his head. “Shit, alright, alright! Cmon, Felix.” Oliver huffed out as he dragged his overly tall boyfriend out of the door.

You laughed. You laughed for the first time in what feels like forever, and it felt amazing. You needed this. You needed Farleigh. Even Oliver and Felix, but mostly just Farleigh. Your darling boy.

“Thank you, Farleigh.” You said as you leaned up, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. He returned the kiss with a dorky smile. “Of course, baby.” He replied as he squeezed your body closer to his.

And with that, you knew everything would be okay as long as Farleigh was with you doing it every step of the way.

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