#oilver quick x felix catton

[ricciardosgirl]

the masterlist

last updated ; 12/19/2023

saltburn masterlist.

felix catton ;

always an angel, never a god.

that was the last time i'd ever seen feilx catton alive. ( smut )

waking up with felix catton.

i loved him.

my love and a whore.

felix can't keep his hands off of you. ( smut )

the situationship.

felix catton x oilver quick ;

he will be felix's demise.

sitting by the pond.

oilver quick ;

i hated him.

farleigh start ;

undisclosed drug use.

you'll get lost in saltburn, let me guide you.

short smut story.

the plot twist you were, part one.

long distance.

did you forget everything i'll always remember?

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you don't belong here , oliver quick.

farleigh and oilver get into it.

trigger warnings ; violence , slight degradation.

i'm so sorry farleigh i love you sweetie <33

oliver winces , not many men make oliver fucking quick tremble — but then there's farleigh fucking start. he's unsure why , there's really no reason to be afraid of a stuck up rich kid. he's only here because felix isn't done playing with him yet.

farleigh's gaze persists through oliver's stone cold eyes — he feels like a fucking fool. farleigh's daunting height instills fear into the smaller , less oliver. " you don't know anything about me. " oliver finally speaks , it's taking everything within him not to show a hint of fear.

" exactly , that's why you're a fucking freak. " farleigh's reasoning isn't exactly on point , but he's tripping hard on this strange power trip . . and high on a mix of various drugs. oilver believes the drugs make farleigh who he is - even tolerable.

" i see right through you ' ollie. ' " he mocks felix's hard british accent. " you don't belong here oilver quick. " a chuckle , farleigh has that demented fucking smirk on his face. it's driving oilver mad. he can't tell if he's upset - or incredibly turned on.

" then where do i belong ? " oliver takes a step forward , it makes farleigh step back. " with the fucking dogs. " farleigh spits. " oh yeah ? " oliver feeds him what he so desires. " yeah. the fucking dogs , you don't even deserve to know who we are - who i am , who felix is. "

that one stung , but oliver doesn't back down. " bootlicker. " oliver mutters , he thinks of his old friend michael - and how he was right. " excuse me ? " farleigh is offended , now getting directly into the face of the smaller.

their mouths are inches apart , eyes staring daggers through each other. " that's all you are farleigh. a spoiled little bootlicker. " oliver whispers , now the smirk is on his face. " you beg to be in the presence of felix . . and he pities you. " a harsh reality that farleigh pretends not to notice.

" you are nothing more than a common beggar. " that's what broke farleigh. he suddenly pushes oliver into the nearest wall - which so happens to be a concrete one. their inside of saltburn , it some hidden away hallway. oilver isn't quite sure where they are.

" fuck you. " farleigh raises the smaller oilver by the collar - threatening to punch him. " yeah . . fuck me. " oliver sighs , now a chuckle leaves his lips. " do it. " oliver begs , getting off on this.

farleigh hesitates , what it felix finds out he — no. farleigh doesn't care what felix thinks. with a loud huff farleigh lands a punch straight on oliver's face. the sick fuck moans. mouth agape as he practically begs for another one. " there you go . . yeah. " he coos on.

farleigh drops oliver in a mix of disbelief and disgust. " fucking freak - you sick fucking - " farleigh's hands go to his tattered hair , a look of fear crosses him. oliver wipes the blood that drips from his cracked lip.

" good one. " he whispers , now inching his way closer to farleigh. " feel better now ? " he tilts his head - farleigh backs away. " i - i " farleigh can't speak. " shh . . " oliver finally takes this opportunity to get back at farleigh.

" i know i belong here. " oliver whispers - backing farleigh up towards the wall. cornering him like prey. " but you . . " oliver wags his finger comically. " you don't. "

farleigh quivers , he's never known anything or anyone like this. oliver puts his calloused hand on farleigh's cheek. " i can make you leave anytime i want. " a warning , oliver smiles.

" and i don't want that , i quite like you. " another sinister chuckle. " so please . . behave. . " he gives farleigh's cheek a love tap , turning away.

" good talk. "

oliver says - he nods his head as a goodbye , leaving the hallway.

he leaves farleigh a mess , unsure of his place here in saltburn. he wants to scream - he wants to cry - he wants to beat the ever loving shit out of oliver. but he can't bring himself too. he just . . sits , tears flowing from his eyes.

he's defeated , degraded. not good enough for felix anymore. he's no longer the favorite of his cousin. he's having a hard time coming to terms with that.

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always an angel ,

never a 𝖌𝖔𝖉.

felix river catton.

𝔱𝖍𝔢 𝖌𝔬𝖉.

I.

" he was right. river is quite silly. but i suppose you don't pick your child's name imagining one day you'll think about what it will look like carved on a headstone. choose a font . . "

life after the death of a god.

saltburn spoilers. 🍷

trigger warnings ; mentions of death , slight sexual themes.

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oh felix . . beautiful , beautiful felix. not a day goes by that oilver doesn't think about him. his one true love — his one true lust. he misses him , somewhat. life after felix catton hasn't been the same. it seems like farleigh was right. he's clinging onto that one summer , jacking off to the former feeling.

he just can't help himself.

it's been years since saltburn , and oliver cannot get it out of his mind. that time — that place. the people. felix. oh . . oh felix.

he loved him , hated him , despised him , lusted for him , loved him , loved him , hated him. killed him.

what is he to do now ? sit and rot for years to come? that's what he's been doing. after saltburn everything changed — he thought it would be for the better but it's just for the worst. now he knows how poor dear pamela felt.

he clings onto the final moments with felix , the silence , the sound of felix's breath on his skin. i don't know what you are , but i do know that you make my fucking blood run cold.

farleigh was right. oliver may have just been one of felix's pets but felix was more than that to oliver. oliver was a bashful stray dog that felix adopted , fed , and shaped into the dog he is today. he's rabid , almost as if he's infested with rabies.

he goes feral for the past , always rutting onto his bed sheets like a dog in heat. oh how he wishes thing's could've ended better. in truth , felix didn't have to die. but at that point and time oliver thought it would be for the best. but something within him . . regrets it.

everyone moved on — but he stayed there.

farleigh moved on , back to america he trotted to collect his bearings and move on. he's relatively the same . . just alone. after saltburn he has become unable to get close to anyone. unable to make friends - make love , anything. he's a hallow shell of a man now. farleigh still visits the family grave every year.

meanwhile , oliver does not. oliver sulks alone in his bed most days. sobbing like a rotten child into his bedsheet pretending that felix is there coddling him. oliver cannot move on from that time and place. he thinks about it too much. he thinks about the beautiful venetia , and how it was such a shame how it ended with her. but those words , what she called him - everything. he remembers them all.

oliver has to remind himself most days to do everyday normal human things — he has to remind himself that he's still living in breathing while felix's corpse is well past decomposition. felix is a pile of bones whilst oliver is still breathing. it feels wrong.

oliver wasn't meant for this world , oliver wasn't really meant for anything. he should've just went back to the factory where they made olivers. maybe one day he'll come to terms with what happened that summer.

but as the summers pass on and on , he grows older and older . . things don't change. he's feelings don't change. he truly never grew up after saltburn. deep down he's still that nineteen year old oxford boy.

what is he to do now other than rot alongside his long lost love. he deserves it after all. oliver fucking quick isn't meant for anything but death.

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I wasn't in 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 with 𝑯𝑰𝑴.

I know everyone 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 I was . .

I 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭.

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the melancholic tales of oilver quick.

short drabbles.

trigger warnings ; mature themes , obsession , a small mention of a eating disorder.

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𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.

morning sunlight cascades over oilver's vampiric pale skin , rays hitting his delicate skin with a slight hiss. all that could be heard was the hum of water rushing - 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒙 is awake.

yawn - eyes roll back as he listens to the water rush into the porcelain sink , thoughts of felix flood his mind like a typhoon. the thought of felix standing at the basin whilst washing his face - thought's of felix brushing his grimy teeth and sitting straight into the drain. he is consumed by these thoughts , ideals.

oilver stands , slight tip toe as he slowly walks towards their shared bathroom . . the mohagany door is cracked. oilver peers into the room - spotting a shirtless felix brushing his teeth. he imagines what it tastes like , , what 𝒉𝒆 tastes like. he assumes felix tastes citrusy - or maybe even savory. whatever the case - oilver is dying to have a taste for himself.

oilver stands still for a moment - letting the moment pass as he admires the subject of his undying love. he gets this metallic tang stuck in his mouth , now gaping open. spit lines chapped lips as he stares into the void known as felix catton.

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 .

𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒.

breakfast - all lined around the table as duncan touches up what looks undesirable. the family trickles in one by one.

elspeth - then sir james.

then venetia.

then farleigh.

then felix.

then 𝑜𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟.

sat besides his admirer venetia he can feel her soft gaze hitting him - she smiles , but gains no response from oilver as he stares over at felix. her smile fades , but at the last moment oilver looks over at her - making her feel like their the only two in the room. he stares with foux desire , and the mischievous farleigh takes note. farleigh can tell that just like last year - she's hooked on felix's best friend. ( that should be him. )

farleigh scoffs - hazel eyes roll as he turns his attention back down to his full plate. he hasn't touched it. neither has venetia.

felix all the while is oblivious of course , chews his food with vigor. oilver deuces that's what he likes about felix. his sweet naive felix. unknowing of anything other than himself. although purely selfish felix has a heart. a tainted heart , but a heart.

oilver's calloused hand drives underneath the table - silence fills the room as he taps the inside of venetia's thigh , she shivers. she picks up her fork and slowly begins to take bites of her eggs. she listen's like a good little pet. she's wrapped around oilver's dirty finger. in a way - all of them are.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭.

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author's notes ;

hello!! i'm paige ( she / her ) I'm currently OBESSED with saltburn!! I really wanted to write about saltburn - but didn't know where to start. so these are just a few drabbles I thought of. I loved writing these short little stories about oilver in saltburn - it's kinda like a character study. let me know if you guys enjoyed this!! I will be writing more of this content!! (:

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˙ɯıɥ pǝʇɐɥ ı

ꮖ ꮋꭺꭲꭼꭰ ꮋꮖꮇ.

i hated him with every fiber of my being. i hated him to the point where i would suffocate him , than myself. i hated him , i hated him. i loved him. so much.

i deny myself the pleasure of admitting that i loved him , i deny it ever even happened. i refuse to believe that i ever loved him , that i ever cared about him. it makes it easier.

but i can't get him out of my mind , years have passed but all i can think about is him. he tore me apart and ate me alive. i think i did the same thing to him.

he loved me , not in the way i loved him , but he loved me. he loved me because i was easy , i protected him , i loved him. i loved him more than anyone else could.

but that doesn't matter anymore. i don't think a decomposing body could love you. but i do believe they can hate you. i know he hated me at the end , but i refuse to believe that there wasn't a time and or place where he didn't love me.

i saw it in his eyes , i can't explain it but i saw it. i heard it in his voice , i heard it every single time he called my name.

i miss it.

but what happened - happened , and i cannot change it. he haunts me , isn't that punishment enough ? i see him when i close my eyes , the bastard. he's in my dreams , i relive our last moments over and over again trying so desperately to do things differently , but it's always the same.

i don't know what you are , but i do know you make my fucking blood run cold.

i crawl to my knees like a crying child , i beg him for forgiveness like a saint. i cry , i beg , i scream. but the look on his face. fuck.

it made my own blood run cold. there's nothing i could've done to change the outcome , i've tried.

" felix , you don't understand — you're all i have please — i'm still the same person. you know that. "

silence.

i couldn't convince him then , and now i'll never be able to convince him.

i hate him.

i hate him for not giving me another chance , i hate him and everything he stands for , i hate him , i hate him , i hate him.

but some parts of me still loves him.

he haunts me every night , and i pray to him like he's my god , begging for him to leave me alone. but he never listens. i see him everywhere i go , i see him in everything i do.

fuck you felix catton.

i

love

you.

[ricciardosgirl]

he was everything.

( and he's just oilver. )

[ricciardosgirl]

i wanted to be your woman —

i wanted to be your man —

i wanted to be the one

that you could understand.

sitting by the pond.

trigger warnings ; none (:

the angelic hazel nut eyes of poor sweet felix stare back at felix with a kind of passion even oliver couldn't understand. felix couldn't wrap his mind around how he truly felt about oliver fucking quick. the man is a mystery - even when felix seems to know everything about him. there's some sort of underlying connection felix isn't making — something that he's missing. but he can't quite make it out. sure , oliver can come off a bit suspicious but don't we all?

we all have a wall , some indescribable unbridled wall to avoid actually talking about our true feelings , our trauma , etcetera. sure , oilver is hiding something from felix . . but felix is hiding something from oilver. felix thought he could read oilver like a book but that's just not the case. there's something off about that man , but he can't wrap his pretty little head around it.

oilver stares back , head leaning on his knees as they so often do. they're sitting together by the pond - stuck in uncomfortably comfortable silence. neither has spoke in minutes. it's somewhat enjoyable for the both of them. oliver doesn't have to deal with the casual narcissism of felix and felix doesn't have to deal with oliver's odd melancholy.

they just sit in silence , staring at each other like long lost lovers. oilver rejects the idea of moving closer , their arms are already almost touching . . how much farther could he push it before felix pulls away? he knows it's enviable . . but he'd like to prolong that.

could this mean something? oliver thinks , head tilting slightly just to recognize if the others eyes follow. they do. felix follows - unknowingly giving oliver all the confirmation he needed. oliver , the greedy bastard smiles at this attention.

felix gives a small smile back , silence still so deafening. the birds are humming , the pond is rustling around in the slight wind. everything is perfect. just how oliver imagines it.

he thinks of moments like this every night , slow moments where the two could just sit down and enjoy each other's presence. this is all oliver ever wanted and more.

oliver takes a hesitant breath , carefully maneuvering closer to felix. he can feel his body heat emanating. it feels so good to be so close. it's sticky , their sweating profusely in this heat. felix stops for a moment , head now moving to look down. he stares at the trimmed grass.

has oilver pushed it too far? should he just leave and never return? he overthinks it.

" i 'ought to be goin' inside mate. "

felix's large hand touches oliver's knee - giving it a slight pat.

" overheating? "

oliver asks.

" something like that. "

felix says , standing up - he looks back down. oliver looks almost devastated.

" you should come with me. "

" really ? "

" mhm. "

oliver stands with a new found enthusiasm , still attempting to stand as close as humanly possible without felix noticing. but he does.

felix decides to not pay any attention to it , he starts to overthink it himself. so he just . . walks , expecting oliver to follow. and he does. like a good little pup.

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what a twist.

no trunks in the field.

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trigger warnings ; none. (:

the brim of farleigh's sunglasses lower - eyes scanning the pale figure's body. he can't help himself. felix - likewise. oliver can't help but take a moment to bask in the glory of his . . package - and the amusement of the others.

venetia stares , pink painted lips form a small smirk laced with unholy desire. oliver pays no attention to her. oliver doesn't even look her way , his eyes lock onto felix's own. hazel - nut eyes stare for a moment . . felix then shrugs it off.

venetia gets the hint — her eyes look down back towards her book , farleigh looks away finally - and felix doesn't care. oliver struggles to find his place within the group in the yellow field. where is he to sit? what is he to do? he's unsure.

he finally steps out of his trunks , eyes can't help but wander to the bodies in the field. he would eat them all if he could. he would devour every single inch of them. piece by piece. he'd destroy them.

the man steps towards felix , finding his place just a bit away from him. he lays in the uncomfortable tall grass - just hoping to get felix's attention. instead . . felix begins to talk to farleigh.

they go on and on about some political thing , venetia gets annoyed. oliver bites the inside of his cheek , boiling over with jealousy as he listens to the bastards.

" do you really think he'd do that? "

" nah - don't think so , it's not good for his image. "

" since when did the royal family give a shit about their image ? "

" i dunno , maybe they magically decided to straighten up. "

" doubt it. "

farleigh - that little shit.

taking up all of felix's attention. how selfish. oliver thinks about farleigh's demise. he then decided in that moment that farleigh must go. he must pay. felix wouldn't care for his cousin being gone.

although - felix would probably miss his personal toy. his personal jester - his shit - stirrer. farleigh unfortunately has never been much to felix. but felix is everything to farleigh.

oliver stares up at the sky , mind wandering to all the ways to silently fuck farleigh up. he smiles , listening in on their miscellaneous conversation.

this won't end well . . for farleigh at least.

[ricciardosgirl]

i don't know what you are —

but i do know that you make

my fucking blood run cold.

MAJOR SALTBURN SPOILERS ! ! !

trigger warnings ; none (:

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the silence reverberates throughout the hedge maze . . oliver stands in defeat , eyes staring up to felix like a lost puppy - but felix doesn't budge.

oilver has lied to him about everything , and that's just not something felix can forgive. he hates liars — he hates them with every fiber in his being. felix never once lied to oilver , he wouldn't do that to his friend.

the shorter man paces , hands ruffle his already disgruntled hair — fake antlers threatening to fall. " please felix. "

oliver lets his façade fall , he's now begging felix for forgiveness like a man begging for his life. " i'm still the same person. "

he begins to cry , eyes unable to contain his tears. oliver loved him. in a way that only oliver can know — in a way that would make any sane person check themselves into a mental hospital.

he loved him , and in that moment felix crushed him underneath the weight of a thousand cars - a thousand tons. his heart runs heavy and he feels his muscles contract.

oliver grabs felix's cheeks - pulling him in closer , showing his love , his devotion for the taller man in front of him. uncontrollably sobbing as he looks felix dead in the eyes.

he wants felix to feel guilty. feel guilty for how he treated oliver. oilver wasn't just a toy - he was everything. he could've given felix everything — but insisted felix decided to hang on to a few little white lies.

the moment lingers , felix almost collapsing in that moment - he did in fact feel guilty. unsure why however. felix was good to oilver , what did he have to feel guilty about?

maybe it's the way that oliver stares at felix like he's staring at the face of death. in it's own deceiving way it proves oliver's devotion. he would do anything for felix , even lie to him to make him feel better.

felix just had to be the savior , the knight in shining white armor. how could he not be? all his life that's all he's ever known. he's acutely aware that he pities everyone , and he knows he shouldn't but he finds their venerability and sensitivity somehow amusing.

he wants to help everyone - and he supposes that'll be his downfall. felix almost cries , but he holds it back. he doesn't want to look weak in front of oilver despite being eaten up and chewed out by him.

" i don't know who you are , but i do know . . you make my fucking blood run cold. "

felix should've just stabbed oliver - it would've been a nicer fate. oliver's eyes widened as he violently pushes felix away , trying his best not to yell and scream like a child.

instead , he laughs. a loud chuckle , making felix turn his head to the side a bit. felix assumes it's the alcohol in his system , but oliver just finds this funny.

devoting an entire summer to the man that he so adores - how stupid is he. he laughs at his own stupidity , at his own disgrace.

in that moment — oilver decides that he's no longer going to be felix's pet.

he will be felix's demise.

[ricciardosgirl]

those beautiful brunette eyes.

that beautiful sun - kissed skin.

all things that little old oilver quick adored about a certain someone. he could get lost in those eyes , in fact - he has. felix has had to snap oilver back into reality.

snap , snap.

" oil mate , you in there ? "

oliver blinks.

" . . . yeah. "

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being oilver quick has never been easy.

growing up he thought everyone thought like him , everyone thought about the things he thought about. but no , that's not the case. oliver quick hasn't had it easy . . in his mind at least.

he's often in his own head , daydreaming , scheming , drifting away. he can truly never be whole. he's never been truly whole , never been fully present and aware. sure - he may have his moments of true clarity but the truth is that he is truly - and utterly lost. never to be found. he is acutely aware of it.

a good family - a great academic career but . . but it's just not good enough for oilver. he wants to be someone - something.

he wanted to be just like felix.

felix had everything he ever desired . . riches , power , money - you name it. oliver wanted it all.

but he's never been good enough.

maybe that's why oliver ' loved ' felix.

or maybe . . or maybe . .

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author's note ; hey! it's like 1am but i got the urge to write. this is dog shit but oliver <333 🥰