I just found your account (obsessed with your writing 🫶) do you think you’d ever make an epilogue of the rest of the Catton family finding out they passed the best morning? The relationships you created between cali and the cattons show they loved her and viewed her as one of their own.
Absolutely loved the story !! 💙💙
WINGS OF AN ANGEL
warnings: death, grieving and mentions of murder
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HER wings were matted in the lake she resided in, swaying back and forth as she remained face down, lifeless amongst the lilypads.
The white costume she sported now faded with the water and the rising sunlight. It was pure no more.
Poor little Calypso Danforth, like the goddess of the sea, was always set to deter someone from their goals. But clearly this time she didn’t deter someone from theirs. They succeeded, whomever they were. Look at her, even in death she was captivating. The pool beneath her was not the making of the blokes that would salivate with their lust, but the body of water that filled her burning lungs and stopped her beating heart. And Felix… lovely and kindhearted Felix wasn’t there to stop her from slipping, because now she drowned.
“Farleigh!” Venetia cried out when they finally waded through the lake, discovering their sister in arms. How long she had been dead they had no clue. The weight of her body as they tried to drag it out of the water was heavy, her face lacking colour and her eyes blown wide. Yet an empty smile rested on her face. “No, no, no!”
Sobs wrecked through Farleigh as he lifted her out and shook her body, begging whoever that she could come back.
MJ was still buried in the sheets of his bed, blissfully unaware of what they had uncovered. The horror of the morning light, the terror that filled their chests as they wailed and hoped it wasn’t true.
Calypso was a siren.
She kept her head above water, watching her prey until she finally became them. Was this international? They couldn’t tell. It had to be, because Felix, wouldn’t allow this. Not to Cali, not their troublesome lifelong friend.
Felix loved her, and she loved him.
He would be heartbroken, no, so so much worse. Especially if he was near the seen of the crime. He couldn’t be far, at least what they thought.
But their wonders and beliefs were cut short when a gut-wrenching scream flooded their ears and stiffened their movements.
And with that, the dove Calypso sought after only hours before, flew away.
SUMMER grew increasingly hot and Calypso loved the long days, catching both tans and tan likes that enriched her skin. The heat ensured they all basked in the water and swam around in the lengthy pond.
But Calypso didn't swim, no she hated it because she couldn't. Only unless Felix carried her through. Neck down she was soaked, bathing suit clinging to her body, leaving very little to the imagination and oh did the boys imagine.
Breakfast was made awkward as Oliver didn't know what to do or how to operate, claiming he wanted over-easy eggs before returning them when he voiced they made him sick. Quite embarrassing really all whilst the topic of doppelgangers occurred, sending a chilling thought over the entire room.
It was made clear to Calypso that Oliver was gaining more confidence when he joined them in the field, where nudity was welcomed and clothes were not. The Catton bloodline spread out, leaving the Danforth girl to lay next to Venetia, where she glossed over the pages of the last Harry Potter book.
It took Calypso a while to read the books, due to her despising boarding schools and to her, Harry Potter was a child who continuously got hurt whilst attending one and no amount of magic could protect him.
She preferred to focus on the words of the pages instead of the weirdness that was a family naked in a field as she would never do this with her siblings.
Felix, who sucked on a lollipop stared at her, yearning to see the tattoo on her stomach, but was grateful she was lying down, or Farleigh would make a flirty comment or an approaching Oliver would take a peek at what believed only he could see.
But her arse was turned to the sun, on show and what a tremendous show it was, not even the high grass could cover it.
"We're over here, Ollie!" Venetia greeted the toned boy with a waving hand.
"Hi, mate," Felix called out.
"Hey," Farleigh scanned him, "No trunks are allowed in the field."
They all burst out laughing as he pondered what to do next and to their surprise he pulled down his pants, revealing what they didn't expect.
"Well, well, well," Farleigh chuckled.
Calypso didn't think there was much to see and turned back to the book.
"Leave him alone," Felix warned after removing the lollypop from his mouth, watching as Oliver stumble through.
"Good for you," Farleigh applauded him.
"What a twist," Venetia used the book to conceal her grin.
"Watch out for thistles, mate," Felix advised, "Thistles, they're everywhere. Seasonal."
"And they like small things," Calypso mumbled, making Venetia cackle, "I meant his height."
"Sure you did, trouble," Venetia snickered.
___
The summer festivities continued, and tennis became a favoured activity to dress up and play.
Calypso only partook in the game if she knew she would get a shot over the net, which she was rewarded with a ton of alcohol.
"Olly olly olly, tits in the trolley, balls in the biscuit tin," She cheered him on when he and Felix won another point as if anyone was really taking score.
"Sitting on the grass, finger up his arse," the Catton siblings joined in.
"Playing with his ding-a-ling-ling," Farleigh sang along.
Calypso was then ushered over from the sidelines and given a racket to use, successfully hitting the ball over the net, only just but it was good enough.
Oliver tried to pour champagne into her mouth at Felix's request, going a little overboard as the liquid dribbled out of her mouth.
"Easy mate you're gonna drown her," Felix joked, pulling the bottle away.
Oliver cast her an apologetic look, "Sorry."
"You can't drown from champagne," Venetia slurred.
"You can drown anything if you're submerged enough."
Everyone turned to look at Oliver before Felix burst out laughing.
"Christ," Calypso wiped her mouth which was sticky with Champagne.
"Sorry," Oliver repeated.
"What the fuck, Olly," Felix brought Calypso closer, going as far as to lick the excess alcohol from her chin.
An act that earned mixed reactions.
Farleigh smacked the ball at them making Venetia cheer.
Oliver forced out a smile as he eyed the two who couldn't keep their hands off each other.
"It's supposed to go over the back line," Calypso whined after Felix shielded her with his body, flipping off his cousin.
"I'll put you over the back line in a minute," Farliegh taunted.
"Like to see you try!"
She already slipped out of Felix's grasp when she saw Farliegh charging her way, yelling and making the others laugh.
___
Days passed and Calyspo started locking her bedroom door whenever she slept, anxious about the blue eyes she thought she caught between consciousness.
She told Felix and he had been suggesting she stay in his room ever since their intimate night, he'd been making it apparent that he was desperate for her and she hadn't given in. Where she obtained the willpower was a mystery.
So early in the morning, she found herself talking to Oliver, not intentionally, no, she would never do that. He questioned her about how she slept and if she was okay. Attempting to be caring, which she surprisingly didn't mind until he started hitting her with some heavy questions.
She returned the favour by asking, "Want a cig?" she offered him as they lounged on sunbathing chairs.
He nodded and took one, "Thanks." it wasn't until he caught her odd expression that he said, "What?"
"Felix told me that you don't smoke."
Oliver didn't reply straight away, fueling her intrigue. "Started recently."
"Right," she smirked as she exhaled.
"Do you get jealous?" he suddenly asked, earning a chuckle.
"There is nothing I want in this life that could make me jealous. If I want something, I get it or wait my turn. I won't take it, because most of the time it's already mine," she answered, turning on her back as he decided to stand near her, towel wrapped around his bare neck.
"So there is nothing you desire then? That you want?" he uttered, dragging his eyes over her bikini, that stuck m to her glowing skin.
"Desire is just another word for lust. Sure I lust over things," she opted to say.
"And they lust over you," he stated, making her grin.
He shuffled closer, causing his shadow to prevent again sun rays from reaching her.
"And you'd be right. But I don't want to be desired or lusted over. To be loved is far better."
Oliver glanced around at the orange horizon and said, "Felix told me about your family. About your parents."
Calypso sighed, "Of course he did. He needs to be silenced that one. But they're trapped in their stage of love. Keeping a hold of it so me and my brothers can see what we should have," she took another drag, "It's fine, I don't blame them. Love shouldn't be shared. It should be confined to one person."
"And do you have that person?" Oliver pressed, just when Felix emerged, beaming at the sight of her, he barely acknowledged his friend.
"What are you two yapping about?" he asked, sitting between her legs.
Calypso in turn wrapped them around his torso and kissed his shoulder.
"My course. Oliver is interested in Ancient Philosophy," she informed, making Oliver cock his head to the side.
It was a lie, but she knew the information would get relayed back to Felix eventually.
"Oh, It's sick mate," Felix said, smiling up at her.
Oliver nodded, grabbing his shades to conceal his eyes, "Right, it is."
"Orpheus and Eurydice has she told you that one Olly?"
"She dies doesn't she?"
Calypso frowned, "And he saved her from the underworld. Actually. It's romantic."
"Very," Oliver murmured, simply watching them interact, trying to ignore the feelings swirling through him.
He couldn't help but recall when Elspeth said that Calyspo was majestically beautiful and was wasting away at university and should leave. He agreed.
He agreed that she should leave.
___
Calypso was beside herself after watching the ring with the entire family and Oliver. She was quite shaken even though Fareligh's commentary made her laugh and Felix's arms were thick enough to grip whenever there was a jumpscare.
She was carving his touch more and more by the day and couldn't take it anymore, not since the last time he was on his knees, pleasuring her with the power of his tongue.
She needed him but didn't want to be a toy to him, one that he would throw away without a second thought.
"You're not my new toy. You're not any toy to me Cali. it's absurd you think that. So what is it you want me to do, how do you want me to prove it to you? That I want you, that I will do just about anything for you?" Felix's eyes softened with devotion and care as they stood in his shared bathroom, listening to the sounds of his bath filling up. "Just tell me and I'll do it."
"I just want – I want assurance," she demanded, loosening the belt of her robe. "That you won't drop me if someone else asks you to."
"You're the only one who has that power over me, pretty girl," he cupped her face with his hands, tracing the curves of her cheekbones. "I'll show you how perfect you are. That I will fucking worship you."
"I don't want to be worshipped, well," she gulped at his pointed stare, "I do but I want to be loved, Felix."
A smile burst on his face, the most loving one she ever saw.
His hands dropped and he untied the belt of her robe, making her chest rise and fall as she stood bear in front of him.
"Felix..." she watched as he now stood there exposed.
"You think I don't love you," he shook his head, even though he wasn't mad, "let me show you how much I do."
"Don't say shit you dont –"
"-- I mean it," he promised, senselessly pulling her closer, adoring the gasps falling from her lips as he tugged her towards the bathtub. "Roman's bathed together, didn't they?"
"I guess they did."
He got into the steaming bath first, then held out a hand and helped her in. Nothing in the world would knock his smile, not with her straddling his lap, whining his name and gripping onto his board shoulders. She bared her body to him, she was vulnerable whenever he was around and loved it. He loved her, glistening under the rays of the light which only spread over them.
"So perfect," he muttered against her lips.
"Then kiss me."
Felix wasted no time pressing his lips to hers, moving gently, scared to startle her, but Calypso wasn't shy about returning his passion, his adoration. He stopped being a gentleman on her request, slipping his tongue into her mouth, moulding them together, tasting the liquor and sweetness dripping from her.
She found herself grinding against him, yearning for more, his mouth wasn't enough last time, nor were his fingers. She needed more and he was prepared to give her everything. He shifted his legs, sending shockwaves to his spine as she hovered before him and sunk down slowly moaning his name with need.
Felix kneaded her arse as she bounced, whispering to her how perfect she was on repeat. He couldn't think of anything else but her, all his nerves wrecked through his body as his mouth dropped open, praying for her to keep going.
"I love you..." he grunted, thrusting up into her, causing more moans to pour from her lips which he captured again in a fierce kiss.
She lost herself as she rode him, bringing them both closer to their releases.
His mouth dropped to her breasts, sucking and nipping making her a bigger whimpering mess.
The bath was the centre of the room, like a stage for them to perform and boy they needed to perform.
Her eyes fluttered shut as his finger traced every inch of her, circling her clit until she couldn't take it anymore.
Calypso huffed out a breathy laugh, collapsing onto his chest after he pulled out panting in her ear as he finished. Felix took a great deal in her aftercare, making sure she was okay, helping her get out, smirking at her shaking legs and then laughing when she swatted him away.
It took a few minutes for her to put on the gown after drying and brushing her teeth next to him as he did the same with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"You know... we're not finished right?" he said promisingly, hearing the bath drain behind them.
She grinned so hard her cheeks hurt, "I know."
The door was pulled open, making her release it was never shut to begin with.
Oliver tentatively stepped in, appearing more flushed than her.
"All right," Felix nodded to his room and Calyspo walked ahead, gasping when she felt a sting to her arse. "Night, mate," he called out closing the door. "So..."
"Soo..." she pushed him over to his bed, "you're right. We're really not done."
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a/n:
cringing at the thought of what oliver did after their smut scene. man was having a field day. (i'm starting to hate smut scenes now, only wrote this because it pushes the narrative along). what do you think oliver's thoughts on calypso are? it's clear he finds her attractive but in relation to felix, do you think he's jealous? i do but we'll see more of how that's explored because so far their interactions have been very passive.
i'm adoring farleigh and cali's relationship. and now that cali and felix are together they'll be even more expressive with how they are. you might've noticed cali not saying 'I love you' back to felix, it's only because she's still feeling like she's one of his toys (which you could argue she is for the time being) but it's just doubts in the back of her mind.
and i'm trying to include as many canon scenes as possible but it's hard fitting them in. i'll reference as many as possible so don't worry, just like i did with shelley's doppelgänger.
WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF PARENTAL NEGLECT AND SUBSTANCE ABUSE
CALYPSO spent the entire summer alone, her home was full of people, her six siblings who bounced between their Upton estate and the several others they took up residency. Her parents were too wrapped up with each other to notice whenever she would enter the room. Not even a loud fake cough or shattering glass would break them from their love-bound spell.
So Calypso had no choice but to occupy herself like she had been doing throughout her adolescence. Books mainly kept her company, well until television flashed before her and she made friends with the people on the screen. Sure she called her friends, who startled her with their active lives. They asked about what she was getting up to, and the answer was always the same, up to no good. It wasn't a lie. She really was, a quick fuck here and a few books there, until the words on the page didn't quench her thirst. After all, she was a university student who needed fun, and so she found it, all over town until pleasure faded and she had no choice but to find long-lasting love between the ancient tales she read.
She wanted love, she craved it.
And when she arrived on campus again she saw it, standing as tall as the clouds, sporting a nice blue jumper, and holding a cigarette. And so she smiled, no, she wore a Disney-like-grin and picked up her step.
"Well if it isn't the spoilt brat?" Farleigh's remark, made everyone follow his amused gaze as they gathered in the courtyard.
"Like you're one to talk Farls," Calypso teased, quickly being met with welcomes and hellos from Oxford's most infamous college.
Her light and lure were effortless and travelled to the small group like a virus. She either received a hug or small talk before her gaze landed on what belonged to Felix Catton; the knight and shining armour of the university. His white cloak and the sword were his cheeky smile and cigarette, the latter he dropped to the ground to pick Calypso up, neglecting to see the envy splattered across some of their faces.
"I've missed you," he mumbled into her neck as she snaked her arms around his, legs wrapping around his waist.
She was lucky she was wearing jeans or her whole world would be on show.
Her heart fluttered as she whispered, "I've missed you too."
"If you're not gonna fuck her, you should put her down Felix," Farleigh called out after taking another drag, nauseated by how they stared into each other's eyes. It was always like that, yet admitting feelings was never on the table, so instead they fucked other people in private and acted like a couple in public. "At least let the girl unpack."
"I could help you," Felix offered, carefully placing her down next to a displeased Annabel.
India stood near Farleigh, forcing herself to pay more attention to the smoke drifting around them than the affectionate scene.
Calypso waved her off, "Already done."
Felix nodded slowly, keeping his eyes solely on her as he shuffled closer.
Alicia questioned, "Did one of your fit brothers help?"
That seemed to uplift some of the girl's moods. The Danforth brothers were royalty around there despite not being alumni. They were notorious for being good-looking and total catches until they got bored and focused on someone else. Players, unlike their parents, but what's wrong with a bit of eye candy?
Felix caught the stiffening of Calypso's shoulders as she answered, "As if they would come here, they're busy and it's too mad for them."
"Not all of them," Farliegh muttered as Jake joined them and said a quick hello to the Danforth girl.
Calypso reassured, ignoring Farleigh's quip, "Besides, it didn't take long."
"Unlike my –" Jake's jest was cut short by their collective groans.
Felix said, "I would've helped you."
Settling down a hand on his arm, Calypso nodded, "I know Lix."
Felix smiled like a madman, unbeknownst that the entire interaction was being observed.
___
Dinner at Oxford was a lively event, well for some at least. Arriving at the intimate venue where the lights were low and the tables were packed amused Calypso dearly. The first years arrived as groups or on their lonesomes. She, of course, knew Felix and Farleigh. Old friends of the family, the Cattons and Danforths went back decades but regardless of their bonds, she quickly made friends with a girl on her course.
Monika Jain, a gorgeous girl with big brown eyes, dark skin and black silky hair. Like Rapunzel if she had a foul mouth and passion for ancient philosophy. She was surprisingly welcomed into their group the second she was introduced, whether it was because of her family paying for her tuition or the fact her father owned establishments in various parts of London.
Calypso chatted away, sitting between Monika and Felix, wearing her glasses since the lighting was grating on her eyes and her contacts were too irritating to put in. She was unaware of how much Felix thought the specs made her look sexy, especially when she read or concentrated on things.
The food was average. Not the best for what they paid for each year but it was edible enough.
Farleigh was on the other side of his cousin as they talked with their other friends, laughing at the gossip they had to spill whilst biting and down on all they could stomach. Well, that was until a harsh yell came from the opposite table.
Everyone collectively stilled only to recognise the voice of Michael Gavey. Or the freaky little git, Monika's voiced after moving in. He studied maths and made sure everyone knew.
"Gavey. The voice of serenity," Monika muttered, sharing a giggle with who sat Alicia opposite her.
Calypso cleared her throat, "As I was saying, if you want to really feel it, you have to do a double not a single."
"Laughing gas is old, playing in the snow is much better," Farliegh piped up.
"You don't play. You explore," Calypso basked in the laughter she received before Felix leaned down after swallowing another bit of food.
"You're gonna tell me what you did this summer. Really, what went on, Cali?" He whispered, glad that everyone returned to their own conversations, even his cousin.
Calypso wanted to tell although, preferring not to talk about her family but his soft tone did wonders for her ears. It was so caring and kind, even when he was throwing a strop.
She gulped, gingerly staring into his eyes, "Not much. Parents were around but not really."
Felix smiled, "You should've come to Saltburn. Dad needed someone to go bird-watching with. Mum was talking about how she missed your presence and the smell of your hair oils. Going on about how they added a tropical vibe to the grounds. And there was Vee, pestering me about when you would come and see her as if you're not my...friend."
"I just might come this year. Friend," she winked, earning a chuckle as he shook his head in disbelief.
Felix hated calling her a friend but there wasn't a word to replace it. Not right now, not when her presence made his head cloudy and confused. Every sound she made drove him up the wall. It was infuriating that he couldn't do more, that they couldn't do more, not when they still had people on their hook, but he would drop his the second she asked.
Calypso's beautiful laugh brought him out of his daze, she of course was amused by the looks she received from India, packed with jealousy as she downed her water.
"I'm guessing you two are done flirting," Monika rolled her eyes at the coy looks they gave each other. "I take that as a no, but I have a story to tell."
Farleigh leaned in, "This oughta be good."
___
The semester went on swimmingly, the Danforth girl spent days focused on readings from her course. Not many people took Ancient Philosophy, claiming they didn't see any future in it, but she was obsessed and the couple dozen students made it better. Discussions in seminars only got heated whenever Monika was involved, yet it was fun and educational.
Calypso never used to like learning or school, since she bounced between houses like an orphan, it was quite sad really. The youngest of seven, six brothers and the only girl. One would think she would have attention and love but her parents didn't give it to any of them, no they gave them money, and threw it at them whenever an issue surfaced. It wasn't done on purpose, they thought that was what parental love was. She was used to having to entertain herself at various boarding schools because she was often alone, and isolated for looking different. Being one of the few black kids at school was hard, and luckily when she met Farleigh she didn't let him go.
As the English temperature plummeted, the more she and her close group of friends frequented the library. Lifetimes of knowledge at the top of their fingers, but when it came down to it, studying went out the window when they came together.
When around Felix, Calypso found it easy to lose focus. His aura was distracting like his sole purpose was to enthral her from the moment he stepped into the room.
"What?" She asked, biting back a smile as he tossed a book between his hands.
He feigned innocence, "What?"
She playfully scoffed and went back to her book, aware of his eyes on her.
Farleigh choked back a gag, as he stared between the two, counting down the days before they shagged, so they could relieve everyone of the tension. It was hot and encapsulated them all.
It was worse when he was alone with just them.
"Jesus Christ," he mumbled, yearning for a cigarette but was constantly reminded of the smoking ban in the library, since he almost sat a whole case on fire the previous year after getting off with one of his professors who boosted his grades for a core course. "Stop."
"What?" The pair chorused as if they weren't the problem. Fortunately, they were sitting opposite each other but that wasn't much help.
Especially not when Felix's eyes zeroed in on a dove symbol hanging from her neck.
"You're wearing your necklace," he marvelled, smiling wider as he placed the book on his table.
"She has tones, I'm sure," Farleigh scoffed.
"Well this one I bought her," Felix's words drove her to gently trace over the charm.
Farleigh groaned, "Of course you did. British people are such saps."
"Well he's my sap," her tone might of been teasing but Felix's heart raced as he sheepishly smiled.
"Careful or he'll blow his load across the table," Fareligh's crudeness brought them out of their bubble.
"Christ Farleigh."
"I found it in my vanity box. Took it off during the summer because Caspian pestered me about who it was from," Calypso informed, ignoring the American.
"You could've said that I bought it," Felix said, holding back a frown.
He bought it around the same time as he got his eyebrow piercing, one maybe two years ago. It matched the tattoo on her stomach, which mirrored the birthmark on Felix's. He lusted over the ink tainting her skin, all the glimpses he saw made him go feral.
Calypso snorted, "And then receive lectures from all six of my brothers? It's exhausting."
"And what attractive-looking brothers they are," Farleigh remarked, pulling out his phone.
"You should say I got it for you next time. And send them my way if they have a problem with it."
Calypso and Fareligh exchanged a smirk, aware of Felix's attitude towards some of her brothers.
"You just want to pick a fight," she noted, playfully jabbing a finger in his direction.
Felix shrugged, "Maybe."
Farleigh went to add his two cents then cursed and looked at some of his notes from his lectures."Fuck, I just remembered, I forgot to tell you about my tutorial buddy."
Calypso rose a brow, "I feel sorry for the poor boy."
Felix chuckled at the dismay splattered across his cousin's face.
"Piss off," Farleigh paused, "Well I didn't forget, he's just got such a forgettable face I guess. Glasses, terrible taste in fashion and an accent I can't place." and an attitude he wasn't fond of.
"Sounds tragic," Calyspo remarked, checking out her nails, before she felt Felix's foot kick hers.
"For now," Calypso knew how much he needed to go on about God knows what, "Or at least when you're off your tits in the King's arms later."
Farleigh clapped, "Yes, I need a drink."
"It's not even ten," a wry smile appeared on Felix's face as he pressed a kiss to Calypso's hand.
"As if we need a reason to drink."
"He's not wrong," Calypso agreed.
Calypso swore she felt eyes on her as they joked for the next hour, but that was the thing with her, everyone watched her like some mystical creature and if that's what they believed her to be, why not give it to them?
___
The football club at Oxford was entertaining, to say the least. As the outgoing person she was, Calypso had made friends with all the players, occasionally sleeping with a few, even their rivals for a laugh. She went to most of their games, just to socialise and they claimed she was their good luck charm whenever they won. Felix was never a fan of her going, especially alone, but she did what she wanted.
Now returning from an afternoon of being thirsted over, she strutted past a first-year who seemed to be leering at her, sporting tin-framed glasses, whilst pulling a dodgy bike along. She took no notice of him as she pulled out her Nokia, flipping it open when it started ringing.
Her wide smile revealed her pearly whites when she saw Felix's name. He was supposed to be in a lecture but he tended to text her when he was supposed to be listening.
Her eyes squinted when he began ranting about some nice lad he ran into, "Who saved your life, Felix? And what is this about your bike getting a flat tire? — right well — Why didn't you just hire a car service or walk?"
___
Pubs were the foundations of universities. Stressed? Drinking can remedy that. Tired? drinking is the perfect cure to wake everyone up before throwing up and narrowly avoiding alcohol poisoning.
In their little section, it was like they were all stacked like sardines, all piled on top of each other, around a table filled with shots and pints. Calypso's designated seat was Felix's lap, sipping on her drink and arguing with India about the most recent Amy Winehouse album.
The Danforth girl's tolerance was moderate, only low when she was emotional. Her glasses were off, and her contacts were in. The cold weather didn't bother her, no, not with Felix's hand tracing beneath her butterfly top and above her low-rise jeans.
Her voice carried through their section, controlling the conversation, whilst Felix governed the tone, ensuring it remained lighthearted. Looks were exchanged, heated yet tender as she scooted further onto his lap, making his arm further wrap around her waist.
Calypso smirked when his eyes very rarely left hers, only to respond or laugh at something his friends said.
It was only until Felix caught the sight of his saviour over by the bar he jolted.
"Oh! There he is. Ollie! Oliver! Oliver! Come here, mate!" Felix gently pulled Calypso off his lap, startling her when he gestured for the unfamiliar boy to come over. "Yeah, come here. Come here," he then got up to greet him, "What? Come here. Unreal. Hiya, mate."
"Hi," Oliver meekly spoke, overwhelmed by the sudden eyes on him.
Felix, towering over him, clapped his hands down on his shoulder, "This is my fucking hero right here. I was just telling everyone how you saved my arse yesterday."
Calypso eyed the awkward new friend of Felix. He appeared to have an old-young face, eyes that seemed innocent and fashion that was heavily lacking.
She leaned over to whisper to Farleigh, "Farls... is that?"
Farleigh's elated gaze flitted away when it landed on Oliver, "Yes. My tragic tutorial buddy."
"New charity case?"
"Clearly," Farleigh snickered as she glanced back at Oliver who stared at Felix like a lost puppy.
India forced a smile, "So cute."
Alicia hummed, "So cute."
"The cutest," Annabel agreed despite herself.
"Hey, take a seat. I owe you a drink. Here, shove up, yeah," on Felix's gentle command everyone moved up except Calyspo and his cousin. "Oh, sorry. Are you with a friend?" he caught the blonde erratic first year by the door waiting for Oliver who quickly shook his head.
Oliver murmured as he sat down, "Er, no, they just left."
"What's his name?" Calypso turned to Felix who set her back on his lap.
"Oliver."
She gasped, "Like Oliver Twist."
"Cali," Felix squeezed her side, offering her a mock glare when people laughed.
She waved him off, "What? It's the only connection I could make to the name," her eyes dragged over Oliver and his wonderment. "Name one person we know called Oliver, you can't. Well apart from this one. Anyway, Oliver is a nice name."
Farleigh couldn't help but add, "If you like a beggar's name."
He shrugged off the disappointed look his cousin gave, instead focused on the enjoyment of the others and the embarrassment of Oliver.
"Farleigh, you knob," Calypso laughed off his callousness and leaned against Felix once more before smiling at the newbie. "I'm Calypso, but everyone calls me Cal."
"Or they call you River," just like Felix's middle name. "but Felix calls her Cali, he owns the nickname, and practically murders anyone who tries," Farleigh commented against his drink.
"No he won't, he's far too sweet," Calypso remarked.
"Not when someone chundered on your outfit last night, at that party," Alicia snickered.
"Oh, then I almost murdered that guy right beside him," Calypso added, putting a grin on most of their faces.
Oliver was intrigued by her, the way she captured everyone, even those who disliked her. She was beaming with vivacity but that's not all, it couldn't be, not when Felix's light added to her act.
"I think it was Jake," Annabel spoke up, sitting on the boy in question's lap.
He objected, "Oi." yet didn't deny not when Felix cast him a pointed look, reminding him of the argument the pair had when it first happened.
"So where are you from Oliver? Must be far," Calypso wondered, not being able to place what region he was from.
"Prescott," Oliver noticed everyone's confusion when he said that.
"It's not in London is it?" Calypso inquired, throwing her arm around Felix's shoulder and playing with the hairs at the back of his neck, drawing a cheeky smile from him.
Felix turned to him, "It's in Liverpool, right mate?"
"Uh yes, it's in Liverpool," Oliver agreed.
"I don't travel that far," Calypso informed.
"Not without a driver anyway," Farleigh quipped, throwing back another drink.
Calypso playfully scowled, "Shut up American."
"As is if Felix would let you go to that dump," Farleigh said through his burps.
"He's not my keeper. But true you wouldn't let me go would you love?" Calypso dared to ask.
"You could go if you want," Felix exclaimed, but no one was convinced.
Calypso turned back to Oliver, "What college do you go to Oliver? There's so many in Oxford."
Oliver awkwardly answered, "Yours."
Calypso's brown eyes shot wide, "Oh."
"How oblivious is young River?" Farleigh laughed.
"I am not. I know things and now I know that we share grounds," she paused, squealing when she saw the Monika stroll in, bag on shoulder and breasts practically on show. "Oh MJ over here."
Oliver turned, recognising the fellow student who received a warmer welcome than him, especially from his tutorial buddy.
"Slags, how are we today?" Monika came over, blowing kisses to everyone, even the unfamiliar face before sharing a seat with Alicia who happily shifted over.
"This is Monika Jane," Calypso introduced her to Oliver.
"My mates call me MJ," Monika added, taking a drink Farleigh gave her.
"So call her Monika." Farleigh clarified, glaring at Oliver who shifted in his seat, catching the reassuring smile from Felix who introduced him.
"This is Oliver."
"Like the beggar?" Monika breathed out, unintentionally making them all laugh.
Oliver's discomfort was obvious and Felix wanted to shield him from it all, "Ignore them."
Calypso steadily recognised the protective act and shifted on his lap, snapping his attention back to her and only her. He pressed a kiss to her arm that rested on his shoulder just as she did the same to his cheek, rubbing the dark brown lipstick into his skin.
Fareligh continued the joke, disregarding their affection, "That's what I said. Sit down, Nika. It's time for a shot."
Everyone chanted, slamming their hands down on the table only adding to Oliver's overstimulation.
"Wait, wait, wait, Jägerbombs," Farleigh proposed, earning nods and more cheers from the table.
"Jägerbombs!" they all chorused, drunkenly laughing like mad.
Oliver cleared his throat, appearing to want to escape their grasp, "I...
"It's your round, man," Farleigh pointed out, true to his antagonistic nature.
Jake hummed, "Yeah, go on, mate."
His good friend Harry agreed, "Yeah."
"I should go to bed," Oliver tried to stand.
Farleigh shook his head, "Wait, no, no, no. No, you can't snake your way out of a round."
"I'm... I'm not."
"It looks like you are."
Booing started and Calypso's eyes darted between the two as she heard Felix's grumbling. Farleigh obviously wanted the boy to suffer for what? She had no idea, but Oliver was a blank slate, new territory, not charismatic but something drew Felix to him.
Harry whined, "Come on."
"You might as well stay, can't jump ship now," Calypso tried, squealing at Felix's kisses trailing her neck.
Oliver's eyes briefly lingered on them, more specifically Felix's lips sucking on her skin before he conceded. "Okay! Okay."
He reluctantly rose from his chair and timidly approached the bar, just as Felix pulled away from his glimpse of pleasure, turning to his cousin with a sigh.
"Farleigh."
Farleigh tilted his head, "What?"
"Just cut him a break, mate."
"What?"
"That round's gonna cost a fucking fortune," Felix exclaimed.
Farleigh replied with indifference, "Pub rules, Felix."
"And I need some air," Calypso rose from Felix's lap, shooting them all a quick smile.
Felix frowned, watching her leave but decided to cater to in need Oliver.
Calypso let out a sharp breath when she was met with the winter air, it was harsh, after all, it was England. The meanest of weathers, but she found peace in it all. Growing up in a family like hers, she grew to use the ugliness of the world, so of course she desired the beauty of fantasy.
So taking out a cigarette she so desperately needed, she ignored the ogling she received from other students and townsfolk who walked past. She placed it on her lips and took a lighter of her bag.
Her flame glowed in the night as it latched onto the tobacco she breathed in.
"Watch out for him."
She jumped at the voice. Michael Gavey, suddenly appeared, halting her moment of calmness.
"Who?" smoke escaped her lips as her heart struggled to steady. His piercing eyes scrutinised her as she stood.
"The book licker, Oliver Quick."
Calypso turned around, not shocked to see Oliver staring at her through the crowds of people as he stumbled over to the table.
When she turned back Michael was already pacing away.
"Bloody hell," she snickered to herself, believing that his words were coated in envy rather than warning.
His unfiltered essence she didn't mind, but he made her cringe whenever he helped her with some of her core courses.
She heard the door swung open and she turned to see Felix step out, with a warm smile on his lips, which faded when he saw the odd student leaving in the opposite direction. He saw the whole thing and kept his distance, glad that she was amused and not frightened.
"What did he want?" he questioned as she shuffled closer.
He pulled her to his chest, protecting her against the chilling cold.
"Nothing, did you pay for Oliver's round?" she asked.
"No," Felix's sheepish smile gave it away.
"How gentlemanly. Careful with that poor soul or he'll fall in love," she cooed, hopelessly staring into his brown pools, trying not to drown, but he wanted her to fall, plummet, like he did whenever he even thought of her.
So he dropped his arms and offered her a hand instead, "Come on."
The same hand that had six stars dotted across the curve.
She took it without question and inhaled one last drag before stubbing it out and following him inside, embracing the drunken cheers that bounced around the room, elevating them like the royalty coursing through Felix's veins.
King and Queen.
But like all royals, they must fall.
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a/n:
hope you enjoyed the first chapter and this introduction to cali, my posh babe. she has an impact on everyone she meets, sure she sleeps around but she has one person one her mind... felix. he's equally as obsessed with her, but neither has made the jump to be together and now with oliver and his slimy arse in the mix is gonna be harder than we thought.
her issues with her family will continue as will the mentions of her parents and brothers and i'll include their face claims if you like even though they will barely be featured in this story.
"VEE, what the fuck is going on?" Felix asked his sister as he Calypso and Oliver all crouched around the top of the spiral staircase.
Venetia shushed him, "It's Farleigh."
Oliver softly asked, "What happened?"
"He tried to nick something."
Calypso didn't believe that, she could hear the faint arguing and Farleigh pleading with his aunt to believe him.
Felix gasped, "What are you talking about?"
Venetia softly scoffed, "He's a fucking idiot."
"He's not a fucking idiot, he wouldn't do that," Calypso mumbled.
They heard Duncan demand, "Move!"
And with Elspeth's pleading Farleigh was escorted out.
Felix's soft eyes widened, "Fuck."
That caught his mother's attention and they quickly dispersed.
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"I mean, it's outrageous!" Venetia exclaimed, sunbathing on the small dock hovering over the pond.
The heat was even more outrageous, they all were spread out of the green, close to the edge of the pond, wearing swimsuits. Felix sat next to Oliver who had his knees to his chest and Calypso resting on a towel, wearing her prescription sunglasses as she tried to block out the speculation.
Oliver questioned, "What actually happened?"
Felix informed, "He sent an email to Sotheby's to say that he'd 'come by' some Palissy plates."
Venetia scoffed, "I mean, the idiot. He had to have known that Dad went to school with the chairman. I mean, talk about biting the hand. And Mum and Dad would give him anything he asked for."
"Yeah, well, obviously he got sick of asking."
"That's ridiculous. He's more spoilt than we are."
Calypso rolled her eyes, pulling out her phone to text Farleigh that she would try and convince his aunt and uncle to have him back, even though it was likely they would, everything was too stressful right now. She missed Farleigh and it had only been an hour, the guy was a prick but he held a place in her heart. He was the one to give her the nickname River – a bad joke about how it was Felix's middle name but it just stuck.
"I mean, come on, Vee. You... You have to admit. It's a little bit dark, him having to go to Mum and Dad with a begging bowl," Felix huffed.
"Oh, boo-fucking-hoo."
Calypso snapped, "Have a fucking brain. He didn't do anything."
"How would you know, trouble?" they all turned to her.
"He's your cousin," Calypso sat up, eyes darting between the siblings. "he's not thick enough to steal something belonging to any of you or anything at all, I mean for Christ's sake Felix you and him have matching rings," her love sheepishly glanced down at his signet ring. "There are certainly other people in this house more inclined to steal. Farleigh is a shit-stirring prick but not a liar," she targeted Oliver briefly. "Nor a thief. He's your cousin and you're all so quick to dispose of him."
"We're not disposing of him," Felix tried, but she only shook her head.
"You'll probably do the same to me next."
Felix was extremely hurt to hear that, even more, distressed that she was lying so far away from him.
Venetia went to say something but Oliver beat her to it, "Cali, are you alright?"
She snapped her head towards him, and Felix and Venetia were shocked that he referred to her as that.
"I'm fine. Olly," Calypso muttered bitterly.
Felix didn't like her nickname rolling off Oliver's tongue, not one bit. He tried to get her attention but Venetia quickly warned them to stop speaking about Farleigh after seeing her parents stroll over.
"Guys, guys, guys."
Felix hushed, "Oliver, don't mention it, okay?"
Oliver's brows furrowed, "What happens if they bring him up?"
"They won't."
"What a glorious day," Sir James noted, walking beside his wife with his Panama hat in hand. "Never known a summer as hot as this one. Sweltering. I think it's even hotter than last year. I didn't think that was possible, but here we are again."
Calypso put down her phone when she caught Felix waving at her, she softly waved back annoyed that she couldn't ignore him.
"It's hotter than Barbados, apparently. Barbados!" Sir James said looking around.
Elspeth gushed, "No, I can believe it, darling."
"Honestly, I don't think I've ever been hotter in my life," he remained astonished as his wife collapsed into a lounge chair. "Oh, I need to check with Robert ...to make sure that he's being extra vigilant with the hydrangeas."
"Very wise, my love," Elspeth exhaled, "Oh, bliss. bliss, bliss, bliss." she hummed when she heard the song quietly playing. "Mmm! Oh, this song. God, I haven't heard this song in forever." She sighed, "I used to hang out with them all, actually, when I was modelling," she paused, "Your mother did too Calypso, right before your dad trapped her," Felix noted his love's face drop slightly. "Britpop, Blur, Oasis. God, the parties. Oh, but then, of course, 'Common People' came out and everybody thought it was written about me. Which was completely mortifying and ridiculous. I mean, I barely knew Jarvis."
Venetia called out, "What? "
"She came from Greece. She had a thirst for knowledge. It couldn't have been me. I've never wanted to know anything." Elspeth groaned, "God, I wish we didn't have to go to London."
"I didn't know you were going to London," Felix said, playing with the grass beneath his feet.
"Pamela's funeral."
He replied softly, "Oh."
"Pamela died?" Oliver turned to him shocked, apparently, he was the only one who didn't know.
"Yeah."
"She'd do anything for attention."
Oliver seemed very affected by her sudden death, guilty almost.
"My love?" Felix called out to her.
"Hmm."
"Where's your necklace?" he noted her neck was bare and slowly she did too.
"Holy shit," Calyspo patted around, to see if it fell off but it didn't. "I think I took it off when I got in the bath, worried it was gonna slip down the drain."
Elspeth waved her off, "It's fine, if you lost it you can just get a new one."
"Fuck," she rushed off and Felix was quick to go after her.
"I don't know what the problem is, Felix will replace it," Elspeth breathed out.
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"Cali it's okay, we'll find it," Felix watched his Calypso fall apart as she scoured his room, needing to find her necklace.
Her perfect dove necklace.
She didn't want to make a mess, with every movement she put his things back how they were, the same with the bathroom, not wanting to give anyone the excuse to get rid of her.
"I can't – I don't know where it is. I'm sorry," she revealed, with tears pooling in her eyes.
He immediately rushed over, cupping her face, as a way to calm her. Her crestfallen expression made his heart hurt, he couldn't bear to see her like this.
"Why are you apologising? It's fine if we can't find it," he tried, feeling her face tremble as she tried holding back her tears.
Her lip quivered, "How? You brought it for me ages ago."
"Maybe I could get a new one for you."
Her face tensed making him quickly regret the suggestion, she pushed his hands away, staggering back in disbelief.
"What?" she rasped, "It cost a fortune Felix, it has sentimental value you can't just replace it."
"I didn't mean it like that," he promised, he just wanted to find a solution.
One that would calm her down but she was a mess over this necklace.
He only ever saw her like this when her parent's neglect hit her particularly hard and he always knew how to cheer her up. Making her tea – with a lot of milk and three teaspoons of sugar, or buying her a vanilla latte before they took an evening stroll, reading books together or even talking about their day to each other.
But now, his brain was stuck, partially due to his cousin's absence, which clearly impacted her more than him.
"No I can't – you can't just get a new one. I want that one the original one," she stressed, breathing heavily as her glossy eyes darted around the room. "You can't replace something priceless. Please understand that."
"I do, I really do," he vigorously nodded, annoyed that he kept putting his foot in his mouth, "I mean, we'll try and find it. I'll get Vee and Olly to help."
He then saw her pull a face he was unfamiliar with.
It was nasty, nothing like her.
"No, not that freak," she spat, startling him.
Felix sighed, "Don't be like that."
"I don't trust him," she cried out, with a tear finally trickling down her face, steaming her glasses so she pulled them off, letting them drop to the floor. "I don't like him, he shouldn't be here. Farleigh should be."
He slowly approached again, "It's okay."
"It's not, I lost the necklace. I lost the necklace," she sobbed, "help me find it. Just you."
He wrapped his arm around her as tears soaked his chest, "I'll help you, pretty girl. I'll help you."
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a/n:
my girl is going through it. yes, oliver took the necklace, sneaking into the bathroom after she took it off and left. it's a punishment, just like he set farleigh up after the the public embarrassment. you could say that he wants to make cali look insane in front of felix, but would that really work, considering felix just wants to make her happy and is in love with her?
the fact she had to defend farleigh again proves that not only did she care for him but that she understands that everything to the catton's is replaceable. so her losing her necklace and their solution is to get a new one is only adding to her fear. her fear of being abandoned and replaced like her family continue to do to her.
also, I started watching ugly betty again and I love the fashion from 2006/7 mainly the low-rise jeans and clingy vest tops.
WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF PARENTAL NEGLECT AND SUBSTANCE ABUSE
CALYPSO woke up to a bedside table full of necklaces. Elspeth reportedly told her son to get one that looks like her priceless dove. Some were various birds, the rest were very similar but Calypso knew and she wouldn't wear another, so she was without her dove.
Felix had been apologising on behalf of his mother, annoyed that she thought this was a good solution when he had been up all night searching whilst his love slept burdened with nightmares. He regretfully questioned the birthday boy throughout the night before giving up to catch some rest.
When he woke he mentioned how he had talked to Oliver's mum and how she sounded coherent, and healthy, making Calypso's suspicions grow. Felix had answered the call when Oliver hadn't been around and considered taking him as a birthday present and Calypso didn't hesitate to agree.
"It's the only family he has left. He should see her for his birthday," Calypso encouraged, standing between his legs as he finished spraying his aftershave.
"Yeah, that's really nice of you Cali. Really sweet," his infectious smile grew on her face.
Her heart swelled at the praise, "You know me."
"Yes, I do. And I'm sorry about the necklace. I told mum to leave it but she insisted that a Lady's neck shouldn't be bare and she got so used to seeing you with one so."
"It's fine. Trust me, it was only a nervy b, we all have one, I just did over a necklace," her hands senselessly reached to palm neck.
Noting her dimming mood he pressed kisses, trailing from her lips down to her bare spot.
"I know it meant a lot to you," he mumbled against her honey-scented skin.
"Sir James said as they set up the party, we'll look to see if there are any doves so I don't miss my necklace."
He beamed, "How nice."
She nodded, "Very, drive safe and keep your phone on."
"I love you," Felix said, standing up and bringing her to a warm embrace.
"I love you too."
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Calypso spent the day, listening to Lily Allen, trying to calm her mood but it did the opposite. All she could think about was Oliver. She hated him. Farleigh was gone, and Venetia wouldn't read between the lines until it was too late. Oliver drank their bath water...allegedly, he clung to Felix like a shadow, was he obsessed? In love? Or did he just want to be him? She had a feeling he took her necklace, and wanted to make her look insane, so she had to behave the exact opposite. Summer break was ending, and she wanted to graduate and make her parents acknowledge an achievement.
So she would play along with the game she was convinced Oliver was playing. Dress up for his party shortly after she and Sir James concluded their bird watching. Monika would be showing up soon and no doubt to see both her and Farleigh.
So that begged the question, would Farleigh be allowed back?
"Farleigh," she said, looking over at his uncle.
Sir James snapped his head towards her, pulling back his binoculars and settling down his snacks.
"Did you say something dear?"
"He made a mistake," no he didn't. "He's an idiot," no he isn't. "And he loves you all," no he doesn't. "Is he allowed to come back? He's family and should attend an event his family is hosting right?"
Sir James stammered for a moment, "My capricious nephew will attend tonight's festivities."
He in actuality, had felt tremendously guilty for sending Farleigh away without being certain of his crimes and had been planning on inviting him back already.
"Oh," Calypso breathed out, grateful she didn't have to do much to change his mind. "That's great."
"And apologies for the loss of your beloved necklace."
She offered him a small smile, "I wish we saw a dove before they leave for September."
"We must keep hope Calyspo," he squeezed her shoulder as they looked across the green, now being flooded full of decorations.
"Yes, I must."
"And I was on the phone with your father," he missed the hurt swimming through her eyes. "He said he was unaware you were here."
She gulped and bowed her head, "I told him before. He must not have been listening."
"Well, he knows now," he reassured, although she thought her father would neglect to care, "Ooh, I must hurry, put on my suit of honour before the guests start arriving."
"It will look splendid."
He smiled gratefully in response.
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An hour went by, and Calypso was freshly waxed, make-up delicately applied and costume lightly resting against her figure. A stunning ivory butterfly corset shimmered against her toned torso, with a pearl skirt encircling her waist and barely covering her behind with a sheer undercover. She topped off her slutty angel costume with glistening wings and cute white hair jewellery to complement her flowing braids.
As she was finishing spraying glitter spray on her legs, an uncharacteristically annoyed Felix threw open her room door.
"Honey, how was the trip? I take it didn't go well," she shuffled over after he made sure the door shut behind him.
"You look angelic," he would've been salivating if it wasn't for him reeling at the lies he'd been told. He made sure to compliment her first, it was impossible not to. His palms were sweaty and his heart raced. "And no it didn't go well," he gently kissed a kiss to her lips before flopping onto her bed.
Calypso internally screamed as she straddled his waist, looking like the goddess he knew she was, the only thing missing was her necklace.
"What happened?"
"You were right," Felix groaned when she trailed kisses over his neck. "Oliver is a snake. He's leaving after his party."
Calypso's eyes twinkled with mirth, "Good. he'll be gone and we'll be alone at last. Happier than ever."
He agreed, "Happier than ever."
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a/n:
https://pin.it/3vgFtX3sh (the top that she's wearing) https://pin.it/7xN0UiMOa (her wings) https://pin.it/31LSKbTkT (pearl skirt) https://pin.it/pZWG5h5y1 (hair)
happier than ever... in this world is that possible? but can we have a little commotion for calypso danforth everyone?!
