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nutteu · 2 months ago

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Felix/Oliver lighthearted HP AU

an au where oliver was a budding dark lord and felix, the foolish, faithful sidekick who constantly wrecked his plan, but oliver kept forgiving him anyways. a crack fic treated seriously.

things i want to see in this au:

oliver coming from a muggleborn family. im a fan of ollie who didnt lie, because it'll make his journey to become a dark lord more... i don't know, farfetched, yet showing his true nature in a way that showed his determination and craftiness, yet it was strangely irrelevant to the life of a quaint little family. it's almost like a side quest, at one point, because ollie juggled his ambitions and tea party with his sisters every tuesday evening.

felix who came from a pureblood family, not knowing how warm it was to be loved, unlike oliver and his family. he got into gryffindor and his parents were not so subtly disappointed because all of his family used to be in slytherin. he didn't really mind, though, because vee and farleigh often smuggled him into slyhterin's dungeon. i want him reckless and dangerously alluring, like all the cattons tended to be, yet retaining that boyish charm with his puppy dog eyes and boisterous laughter.

oliver excelling in every field except for quidditch, and felix failing miserably in everything but quidditch. felix did love the creatures lessons, though, even if he also failed that. he was always at awe when ollie showed him normal animals in the muggle world, because he couldn't believe that a cat was just a cat instead of someone's animagus form or magical in ways cats tended to be in the wizarding world.

on that note, felix teaching ollie how to ride a broom and made it an excuse to hold ollie close, while vee and farleigh were busy hooting from the sideline.

before entering hogwarts, oliver studied all he could after he received hogwart's invitation. he wasn't aware of the magical world prior to it, but he did know that he possessed something that no other children around him had. he knew that he could will something into existence if he wished hard enough, and that he could conceal his presence if he didn't want to be found. people around him saw him as this strange kid, but his parents and sisters were prouder than ever. they never minded when oliver's hair suddenly turned blue, or that his scraped knee would heal instantly before it could even bleed. so oliver wasn't too surprised when he found out that there was a world that held the same magic as he possessed. it did however, made him disappointed slightly, because he wasn't special anymore. he combat this feeling by studying and learning about the world in any way he could, so he could fit in, so no one would blink an eye even if they were to know about his lineage.

he learned about the history of hogwarts and the wizarding world, about the famous harry potter and dark lord voldemort. he learned about the war, and how professor potter, who now taught at hogwarts, had re-introduced dark magic as a branch of study people could learn, so they could recognize and utilize it; so that it no longer became a taboo topic and instead something to be harnessed.

he thought that it was nice to know that dark magic would be implemented in his school curriculum, because he wanted to learn that. even back then, his ambition to be the best, to be respected, were something he had in abundance. he would not have anyone disrespecting him or his family just because he was a muggleborn. he thought that being a dark lord on the side would be something beneficial in the long run. of course, he wouldn't ever tell this to anyone, especially professor potter, who was rumored to be immortal and could very well vanquish even the slightest idea of someone being the next dark lord. but see, oliver didn't see it that way; he just thought that since he was interested in dark magic, and he could build a network of trusted, powerful, influential people, he could boost his status and ensure his place within the hierarchy of the wizarding world. this was especially important when he learned that the society was still highly dominated by families who came from dark wizards and witches lineage.

essentially, oliver being a dark lord was because he thought it'd be useful and because the branch of magic he'd learn the most was dark magic, hence the name dark lord. he wasn't interested in immortality like voldemort had been, he just wanted to ensure that he could live a peaceful life in his old days, also to ensure his family's safety, first and foremost.

oliver had thought that slytherin would be the best choice, but he didn't want to seem that obvious, hence he chose hufflepuff when he was sorted. he had read somewhere that profesor potter was allowed choices, and ollie made a decision. hufflepuffs were known for their loyalty, and what better place to start garnering his circle if not here? he just had to prove himself capable, and these kindhearted, weirdly attached to weeds bunch, would follow him to the end of the earth.

oliver breezing through the lessons, and had to catch himself from gaping when he saw felix flew for the first time. that boy was upsettingly talented when it came to sports, while ollie's broom refused to be summoned no matter how hard he tried. the boy was surrounded by his pals and oliver didn't want to approach him, seeing how adored he seemed to be. it wasn't important to his plan anyway.

will add more later. i just wanna sleep now.

#saltburn #shiki writes #felix/oliver #felix x oliver #felix catton #oliver quick #hp au #harry potter au #hogwarts au #unfinished

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nutteu · 7 months ago

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[an excerpt, a piece of their end]

“Maria,” Felix breathed out in the still air of the apartment, arms slithering to hold Oliver from behind, tightening ever so slowly like ribcages crowding into the heart—to embrace it, to suffocate it. “Maria,” he said again, voice low and full of love that he couldn’t deny any longer; could never hide from the ray of the sun slowly dawning on the city.

Maria, Oliver remembered. A name that Elspeth told him about from a memory that felt so long ago. Maria—beloved, a wished-for child, for he was so different than her unruly children and their selfishness laid on the diamond platter they were born with; because he was good and shy and had lost everything even before he could start appreciating its existence. Maria, Felix now called him with, and yet it had lost its meaning, forming anew into something atrocious, something only they could understand and embrace the entirety of—its love, its desires, its cruelty.

Because it was cruel, calling him with that name, with sea of bitterness and sorrow, when Felix knew with his whole heart how that name had changed Oliver Quick into Oliver Catton, embracing the tradition within that name and the expectations Elspeth had bestowed him with since he stepped into the mansion that spanned for acres and acres; when he knew, how that changed Oliver from being a stranger, a child grieving, into a friend, then, a brother.

That name was the culmination of Felix’s selfishness and suffocating love. And yet, it was also the inherent truth and proof of Oliver’s own wretched desires, his yearning, the tips of his fingers always reaching out for a cruel god whose love would destroy him into unsalvageable pieces.

But it was alright, Oliver thought almost without contemplation, as he grasped at Felix’s arms, pulling him closer like he loathed for space to remain between them. This was something he had known his whole life, the feeling of Felix’s arms around him. If it meant that a beloved child had turned into a blind worshiper to a god Felix had taken the spot of in Oliver’s heart, if it meant that they could never go back to whatever charade they had put on for the world before; if it meant that Oliver would be Maria, would be a Catton the second time around simply by being owned by a fickle child like Felix, then Oliver would cradle this revolting revelation with his rough, stubby hands.

Because his mother had told him to love, and love he did; because Elspeth had told him to cherish Felix, and cherish he did. He wasn’t wrong, it was simply the world that never understood Oliver’s inherent need to be within Felix’s presence, his breath, his heartbeat—Felix’s own need to shackle Oliver’s attention and affection, his hands dirty with the blood of Oliver’s dreams that he shattered simply because they shouldn’t exist without Felix’s interfering hand, a love that enveloped him until he didn’t know how to hold Oliver without chaining him, without tearing him apart. This was the only love they had ever known, and it was alright that it was hideous, that it was atrocious.

Several floors below, the city bustled into life, and Oliver closed his eyes, leaned back against a god who had wrecked him so, down to the marrow so that he could never live without Felix’s touch again. It was alright, even if this love would make the world shun them. Even if it would condemn them, in this lifetime and the next eternity.

pseudo-incest cattonquick???

[rambling compilation]

like, ollie's parents were pam's friends, and when they died, pam gossiped all about it to elspeth, and out of the graciousness of her heart, she took the whole family to the quicks' funeral. there they saw oliver, and because he's so obedient and good and polite and traumatized, elspeth thought, oh, another project i can fix, and another child i can put my projection onto. why the hell not?

so oliver was raised by the cattons, and he easily won felix over, but it was a bit hard to get close to venetia. farleigh was surprisingly the easiest to befriend, because that boy just needed love and oliver had had that in abundance from his late family. james and elspeth loved him because he was so different than their unruly children. it's all nice and fluffy and happy because sue me, i want the fluff.

then, then, they grew up and at first, it wasn't something to worry about. oh, they were brothers, they grew up together, of course felix and oliver loved each other, would help and give each other everything. but also, and this only venetia and farleigh saw, they were willing to burn the world, to come back to each other's arms.

it was easy to overlook, if one didn't know what to look for. but felix, sweet felix and his savior complex, with all the affection one could give, loved so hard that it was suffocating to be in his arms. but that was alright, because ollie liked the feeling, liked the breathlessness of it, liked being suffocated by felix's love. it was alright, because he was used to it since their childhood.

it was okay, even if they sat closer than what was acceptable, even if they slept on the same bed because oliver often had nightmares, even if they didn't have friends except for venetia and farleigh because both oliver and felix didn't deal well with jealousy, even if they only had each other because it was all they could ask for.

it was okay, even when felix's first girlfriend ran off screaming profanities when oliver blatantly said that he didn't like her and felix put his opinion first and foremost; okay, even when oliver never had a girlfriend or boyfriend because all his time was hogged by felix; okay, even when they were wrapped around each other so tightly that there was no space allowed to be between them.

it was okay, even as they grew up and saw that what they had between them wasn't normal, or necessarily healthy, but that wasn't a concern because, hey, they had each other from the very beginning. and then, when felix punched oliver's first boyfriend, and locked oliver in his room for kissing someone he didn't approve of, it was also okay, because oliver understood, felix didn't know how to share, and it wasn't like he'd like it either if a girl or a guy hit on felix.

then, felix, with all the love he could muster, realized that it didn't matter when it came to himself, it would be just one night stands and it wouldn't matter, but poor oliver wouldn't have been able to handle that because he loved with his entire heart. felix couldn't see him get hurt, he had to do something. so he did, by protecting oliver, by chaining him close, by loving him so he'd never feel the need to ask for another's love.

elspeth and james didn't know how to handle it, so they didn't, so they let it be. even farleigh wasn't allowed to come between them, because the more felix grew up, the more he realized that other people could have coveted what oliver had always given so freely to felix, and he didn't like that. he wanted to be the only one oliver ever had the feelings and eye for. venetia understood since the start, but she knew that it'd be messy if she was involved, and it wasn't like felix or oliver would ever listen to her if she were to tell them to separate themselves from each other. so she just watched the trainwreck with a bottle on her hand.

it all came to a head when felix had a fight with oliver, because oliver accused him of being unfaithful, for dating girls left and right when they went to college, without asking oliver's opinion first, and felix felt guilty but he was too stubborn to accept the blame. so they fought, didn't contact each other, but when felix finally accepted that he had to apologize, he found that oliver was being flirted with by a girl. he had always been taught to not hurt a girl, but at that moment, he was so enraged by oliver's audacity to allow this thing to happen, and he was so, so afraid that oliver would leave him for someone else. he had always felt that way, but it was so different now when they had grown up. he couldn't just use the excuse of them being children for hogging all of oliver's attention, demanding his time and his love and his care, all in the name of 'family', because they were brothers and they were raised together. he couldn't use that excuse anymore because now they were on the cusp of adulthood and oliver, despite felix's wish and hopes, had his own freedom in choosing who he wanted to be with.

he couldn't handle the thought that it was someone else in oliver's arms, so he dealt with the issue in the way he knew-- eradicating the threat, and chaining oliver close to him, like he always did from his childhood into teenage years, and more. he punched the girl, and she screamed and oliver was also screaming and felix didn't understand why oliver was angry. it wasn't right for her to flirt with oliver, it wasn't right for him to flirt back. felix didn't want it, couldn't accept it.

he pulled oliver away from the commotion in the bar, drove them to his apartment, and threw oliver on the floor as he locked the door behind. they had a screaming match, accusing each other, mocking and jeering and hurling insults, hurting each other so badly because they grew up together and they knew the way to each other's hearts like the back of their hands.

"if you want to act like this, then fucking take responsibility, felix," oliver snarled, and felix, blind with rage and love and fear of being left behind by the person he loved the most, even knowing that it wasn't right, did.

they fucked and it was messy, they fucked and they hurt each other, they fucked and they realized that they were so entwined with each other that there was nothing left for someone else to come in-between. it was painful and bloody and felt more like a fight than an intimate moment. but it was the culmination of years spent together, in each other's arms, being each other's worlds; it was the height of their love, and they finally accepted that this was the only way they could ever make the other understand the length they'd be willing to take for one another.

so, they fucked, and it felt like victory, felt like regret, felt like a sweet taste of defeat, because even if they now had owned each other, it also meant they were securing the leash tightly on their necks, made by binding chains that they could never, would never break. because they couldn't survive, couldn't go on, couldn't just live life without spending it side by side. there was no one that could, should go between them. just them, oliver and his twisted love, felix and his suffocating love.

(idk where i'm going with this but i just want to put it out there. might or might not write this properly later. if you want to write it, go ahead, i give you full support.)

#shiki writes #saltburn #cattonquick #felix catton #oliver quick #saltburn 2023 #ramblings

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