7 Works in Paula Quick
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It had been a long time since your world has revolved around anyone but Felix Catton. He was like that; undeniably, unassumingly magnetic. You'd watched countless fawning, fairweather friends drawn into his orbit, only to be cast out when he eventually got bored of them, but not you, never you. Maybe you were a toy in the beginning, the thing they'd all called you when they were feeling especially petty, but it became clear that Felix has wanted to keep you around.
You weren't a toy, you weren't family, you were a sharp and beautiful tool, too good, too useful to be put down. Your loyalty was rewarded with a life in his shape. Felix was like the sun, and you lived your life enjoying his warmth, and wanting to keep him shining.
And there's something about the way Oliver Quick thinks and talks that you almost recognise. The others call him a toy but the look in his eyes says he's capable of so much more than that. Oliver Quick is not one to be tossed aside either, and you'll do all you can to make Felix see that too.
The three of you; head, heart, hand.
Oliver thinks. Felix feels. You do.
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- Part 1 of head, heart, home.
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Limp in his arms in the plateau of a sunset, Felix gathers Oliver close to him, listening to the struggling beat of his heart.
It is then Felix notices, lying just centimeters away, Oliver’s phone is blinking as its power continues to drain. He sees the missed calls of authorities– Oliver must have called for help. A shuddering breath of relief escapes him. Oliver wasn’t trying to run. Oliver was trying to save them.
His brave, smart Oliver. Felix thinks, laying next to him and pulling him close to keep him warm. He kisses the top of Oliver’s head, not caring that he tastes blood in his crown, clinging to him like a lifeline to keep him there with him.
“Don’t die,” Felix begs him now, huddling their bodies together. It’s getting colder out. Even the summer’s heat cannot spare them from the evening chills.
The smoke from the car climbs higher and higher against the remaining crepuscule, soon to be swallowed whole by a starless sky.
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Or, they never made it back to the birthday party, and Oliver has amnesia.
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Sort of a look at the summer at Saltburn if Oliver didn't lie and scheme so much. Kind of a what-if on, “What if everyone was friends instead and no one died?”.
Title is a quote from the documentary Grey Gardens. -
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Oliver can't kill Felix, but he can make sure Felix never forgets him.
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Oliver doesn't go to Saltburn, so Felix comes to him.
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Oxford opens the doors and Oliver leaves Prescot, he fears that he will look back and see her mother trapped, he fears that if he looks at her, Oliver will not want to leave. Paula calls him, but it is not to stop him, in her place, the woman shows a serious expression, her face is a sickly pale with dark circles that have begun to sunken her eyes, Oliver wants to cry, but he swallows his pain. Instead, his mother says goodbye to her with the same words she has been repeating to him over and over again.
“Don't trust anyone, especially the Alphas.”
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- Part 2 of Trust issues
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“Are you fucking happy now, Felix?” Oliver hissed. His hands were fists, clenched, so beyond humiliation that he was incandescent with fury. It was worse that Ollie wasn't looking at him. Just at the wall, a dark stain showing where the wallpaper had peeled. “I told you. I fucking told you I couldn't come back here. What part of that did you not understand?"
“I just wanted…”
From a tumblr ask - what if Oliver hadn't lied about his upbringing?
It's not a fun one, pals.