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Using My Mind Control Powers To Get You To Read It.

Enter Night: Incubus AU

Oxford Era. Cattonquick. Explicit.

Chapter 5: To Have Lost All Soul or Sensation But For This One.

Oliver enters the labyrinth.

Felix survives, but at what cost?

Farleigh tries again.

“I wish you were a girl.” Oh, be careful what you wish for, et cetera.

[This chapter contains extreme/impossible size difference and a fantasy, sex-swap sapphic scene.]

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Chat it’s so so SO over 😭😭

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The beauty of Saltburn ☀️

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being nasty on main by thinking about Felix leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Oliver’s head 🥰

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can't get them out of my head

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Oliver would find a way to turn Felix into a worm and give him one of those super fancy glass worm enclosures and would watch him every second of the day. Eventually he would be scared Felix will die a sad wormy death so he would try to eat him so Felix could be a part of him but then he would get violently sick from eating a worm and die.

Oliver would be one of those rly insecure “would you still love me if I was a worm” girlfriends fs

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Ngl, sometimes im so invested in cattonquick fics that the knowledge of Venetia and Oliver at the bench makes me as uncomfortable as if I was Felix.

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imagine felix being so open with his attraction to oliver and oliver being oblivious and scheming to make him fall in love with him while farleigh is very close to blowing both their brains out

felix(completely sober): we should like make out right now

oliver(also fucking sober): oh yeah mate, best mate, o look india and annabelle are eye fucking you, you should take one of them back to your dorm

felix(dejected): *sigh* yeah, okay ols, (kisses him on the cheek) i’ll be thinking of you(wink, smirk)

oliver(stupid): *giggles*

felix(grips oliver’s ENTIRE thigh then leaves)

oliver(after felix is gone):*sigh* why doesn’t he want me???

farleigh(practically foaming at the mouth): i hate both of you so fucking much

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Oliver and Felix fuck when they're drunk.

The next morning Felix is like, "I'm not gay mate. Not that there's anything wrong with it just not me."

Oliver scheming little freak who just so happened to have a really emotional "coming out" a week prior in Felix's dorm room after "slipping up" about how hot Farleigh is while high. Laughs him off while putting his clothes on and says, "I could tell your straight. It happens sometimes. Don't worry about it. It won't happen ever again." Leaves Felix spiraling in a crisis in his dorm room.

What does Oliver mean 'he could tell'. Was he bad he couldn't be he'd shagged plenty of girls and never had a complaint. Not that they did much talking after but, they always came back for seconds... most of the time. How could Felix not worry about it he'd slept with his Bi best friend. What if poor Ollie started catching feelings what would he do? He doesn't know how to let down a guy he barely ever rejected a girl unless she was a total minger. Even then if no one was around he went for it.

The more Felix sat there stewing in his own thoughts scratching at the crusty feeling around his waist he halted on one thought. Oliver said, "... it happens sometimes.". Does that mean Oliver's fucked other dudes presumably straight dudes when they got to drunk or did he mean friends as in best friends fucking about sometimes. Felix had his fair share (maybe more than fair) of friends with benefits. So he doesn't know why that idea of his shy, quiet, and awkward Oliver having people he was comfortable enough to be friends and fuck grated him a bit.

He's Oliver's closest friend he knows that. That's why he said it won't happen again. Felix is straight and they wouldn't want to mess up their relationship. They're already as close as two people could be without being in a relationship. That's why he said it not because Felix wasn't good enough.

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This post made me notice throughout the movie Felix is the one who initiates most of the physical contact between them.

Reaching out to him, kissing Oliver's cheek, pulling him close. Just being in his space and closing their proximity physically.

All of Oliver's advances were usually hidden popping his tire to save him. Following him and watching him from dark and corners and shadows and approaching him when the time is right.

I feel as if this shows in a deeper level their roles in their dynamic.

Felix seeks a surface level acquaintance ship with those around him. That's what he was raised around not showing real or at least negative emotions. Getting to know someone truly and becoming friends is seeing the good and the bad and showing it to them in return. Oliver is (to our knowledge) his first glimpse at someone purposely sharing what he deems unsightly in the light. It gives him a sense of being chosen and trusted to see something he himself would never show anyone else. He responds to this in the movie by closing the distance between them more and more physically throughout the movie.

Oliver is more focused on the emotional aspect of their connection. Sharing his "dark past" creating a bond between them. Becoming (in his eyes) the closest person to Felix. Knowing him the best. He leers and lurks in the shadows taking any piece of Felix he can get. He does this still keeping his distance. He knows if he were to show how much he really wanted from him. To show Felix his "True Badness" he would lose him and scare him away. Yet his every attempt to bring them closer is leveraging those negative emotions that Felix is so afraid of. Sympathy, Agitation, Guilt. He packages them in a way that is palatable to Felix.

Felix takes his touches and proximity as a gift. Just by being near him is showing he cares. Letting them be seen together allowing him into his space and taking up his is a sign of affection in itself. You see it in the way he punishes Oliver when he is upset. He immediately puts distance. Sending him away and him out and going to the pub. By his silence at the breakfast table after the 'ventia incident' and him hiding in a corner away from everyone else. His refusal to speak in the car the way he made himself scarce at the birthday party. He takes his very absence as punishment and to Oliver it is.

Oliver cares about Felix (loves) enough to be afraid to scare him away. So he takes what he can takeand steal and hides away to himself in the shadows too scared to physically reach out and be rejected. That is also why I feel as if Oliver's ways of manipulating Ventia and Farleigh are so different. He isn't scared of losing them or reaching out and scaring them away with his intensity and darkness and True Badness. He doesn't care about them. So he uses what he cares about the least to tame them his body.

When his Greatest fear is realized and already happening (losing Felix) he is no longer afraid to reach out to show himself to Felix because what else does he have to lose Felix is already giving him the worst punishment. Sending him away destroying any hope of anything more or lasting between them. So he reached out and showed his true self the real Badness inside of him. He strips himself bare and It's worse than Oliver thought doesn't just reject him he's disgusted, he's afraid. Felix can't stand it chokes on it when it isn't this easy little piece of trauma he can peck at any longer it's something real and it's something dark.

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Every time I watch Saltburn, I swear I cannot tell that the eggs Oliver is served during that first breakfast are even cooked. Other people have said the eggs are sunny-side-up, though, so I'll assume that's correct.

It still means that Oliver was served the wrong eggs. He asked for over easy, which the eggs he got were definitely not. The whites were still clear on top, which is both a different taste and a different texture than over easy eggs.

It also means that the Cattons' personal cook(s) not only made Oliver the wrong eggs, but that Duncan then brought those eggs out to Oliver with no comment.

The Cattons are absolutely rich enough to hire cooks who know the difference between sunny-side-up eggs and over easy eggs, though. Even if the cook messed it up, Duncan as the family's Butler should have caught it before the plate reached the table.

I've seen people interpret this scene as Oliver making an early power play with the staff, seeing if he can get away with ordering eggs and then sending it back, but that only works if he was given the right eggs in the first place.

He wasn't.

The staff gave Oliver the wrong food.

Oliver wasn't making a power play with the Saltburn staff.

The eggs scene is the staff testing Oliver, to see if he'll roll over and not make trouble, in order to keep his wealthy hosts happy.

It's the staff treating Oliver like his (supposed) poverty makes him a gold digger who is reaching above his station and needs to be knocked down a peg, all for having the sheer audacity to try and eat breakfast with his friend, at his friend's house that he was invited to, when he wasn't told what to expect in advance and while being treated like a zoo animal by his friend's family without a single peep from his supposed friend while all this happens.

Oliver just wanted to eat some fuckin' breakfast with his friend, though.

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hi hi hi

alts:

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Desperate freak Oliver Quick who instead of faking his dad's death when he thinks Felix is losing interest just full out doing Voodoo on him. Cutting a lock of his own hair to put in Felix underwear drawer (his rooms is so messy I dont even think he would notice). Literally making love potions and slipping it in his drink. Hiding his underwear under Felix's pillow. Trying to astral project into his dream etc, etc...

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Okay but what about:

Oliver is plastered. He's still holding a half empty pint of beer, the last one of the night. He's completely zoned out, eyes heavy with sleep and a dumb smile. He takes occasional sips, making absolutely no progress to finish the drink. And of course, he's looking at Felix.

Actually, 'looking' is not exactly the best way to describe what he's doing. Oliver is staring, he's studying Felix's face. Oliver is observing and admiring. He's completely lost in Felix; in his eyes and how long his eyelashes are; in his brows and the perfect arch they form when he's surprised; in his blushed cheeks that get a bit redder every time he drinks a shot; in his soft looking lips and the perfect curve of his cupid's bow.

Felix noticed, he always notices. He finds it cute when Ollie gets like this, all slow and sleepy and loose. He's used to Ollie looking at him. It gets really intense every time he's drunk or high, and they got drunk and high plenty.

He remembers the first time it happened, how uncomfortable it made him. He was trying everything to make Oliver look away for a minute. He tried to include him in the group conversation, he tried to make him talk, he tried to make him laugh, he even tried to point to something behind him, but nothing worked for long. Oliver went right back to staring.

When he finally got tired of it, he turned to confront him, looked back at him directly and realized, Ols was just completely relaxed and out of it. He probably didn't even realized he was doing it. He had this dopey smile that made Felix smile too.

After that he just let it be. Ollie stared when he was drunk, so what?

Felix was chatting with Farleigh and Jackson, the only two other survivors of the night, more like morning at this point. Once in a while he turned to check on Ollie, just to make sure he was still sitting and awake.

"You're good, mate? You need anything?"

Oliver takes a second to think, then he shakes his head side to side and takes another sip of his pint. Felixs chuckles and pat his head.

Farleigh yawns and stretches his limbs in a comically exaggerated manner, making Felix think of a big cat, a panther maybe.

"Well, I'm done with you guys for the night, see you tomorrow... or never".

With that warm farewell Farleigh put out his cigarette, gets up and heads for the door. Jackson too, drains his glass in one gulp says a quick goodbye and follows him out.

And then, only two remained.

Felix looks arround, the bar is practically deserted, only a few other patrons scattered over the tables, he can count them with one hand. He looks back at Oliver who's sprawled in his chair, holding his glass with both hands, lips curled up, staring at Felix, still in his own little world.

"You're going to finish that?"

Felix points at the beer in Oliver's hand. Ollie looks at the glass and takes another minuscule sip before going back to openly and shamelessly stare at Felix. Felix feels a little bit jealous of Oliver in that moment, he too wants to be completely spaced out.

They stay like that for a minute or two. Felix isn't the kind to openly stare at someone but Ollie isn't just someone, is Ollie. And he's started it, so without thinking it much he indulges.

He finds himself smiling instantly. He understand now why Ollie finds it so easy to get lost in it, is fascinating. Oliver's face was always very captivating to him. His icy blue eyes, bringing such a contrast against his dark hair and thick eyelashes. His pale skin, now that he was looking closely he noticed, had the faintest freckles, how cute. His angular and defined jawline and full rosy lips. 'Ols, you're beautiful mate' he thought, and giggled a little.

Oliver moved his glass up, ready to take another sip of his by now very warm beer, and Felix watched how his lips pressed against the edge of the glass and he swallowed the golden liquid. He watched as his throat, his adam's apple, bobbed with the action.

Felix wanted to put his hands around Ollie's neck, he wanted to gingerly press his fingers there and feel it as he swallowed.

Felix made eye contact with Oliver and in a moment of silliness he stuck his tongue out.

Oliver, still in the middle of drinking, snorted and immediately started coughing and laughing. Felix laughed too.

"Why?" Oliver gasped, voice broken.

"I don't know"

Felix giggled. Oliver was still coughing, shaking his head, cheeks red and smiling through it.

'Ollie, you're beautiful when you laugh too'

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Felix literally picking Oliver up and moving him when he's in the way. (Because boy doesn't know what personal space is.

Oliver borrowing (stealing) a shirt and drowning in it. Its literally touching his knees.

Felix lifting him up and putting him in his lap when he can't find a seat at the bar.

Oliver pretending to be annoyed when he's used an arm rest. Only to move closer so Felix can lean both arms on his head.

Felix putting their hands together to compare the difference (Oliver hyperventilating because they are basically holding hands).

CAN SOMEONE FUCKING WRITE MORE FICS CATTONQUICK WITH THE SIZE KINK

Dude I just know that Oliver LOVE being so much shorter and smaller than Felix, GIVE ME MORE OF THAT DUDE

They are literally a giant x a flea WHY NO ONE MAKES MORE FANFICS HIGHLIGHTING THE SIZE DIFFERENCE

also someone please make a fic where Felix lifts Oliver up against the wall with one arm WE ALL KNOW HE CAN, that bitch is strong as fuck i just know it

This is Felix carrying Oliver:

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Oliver Quick obsessed with Shotgunning with Felix.

Cigarette, Blunt doesn't matter.

He loves watching Felix s deep inhale of smoke seeing physical proof of Felix taking in a part of himself as it escapes from between their lips.

Almost choking as he tries to hold on to Felix's smoke for as long as he can. Trying to keep a piece of him inside for as long as he can.