#quickcatton

[super-nova5045]

for my freaky saltburn girlies

[bisexualgoth]

oliver quick is such a FANTASTIC unreliable narrator, he presents himself as this. most logical person to ever exist, that he's realizing this great calculated plan, but. he started everything by lying because he got a crush, and later when the lie falls on his head and he's rejected he kills so that everything that belongs to Felix can now belong to him and could never be taken away, even if it means killing the man he loved and his whole family. he's trying so hard to convince you, the viewer, that he did that out of some logical greed, while the truth stares at you from the very first seconds of the film: he loved Felix. that's his only reason

[mayfriend]

SPIRACLE - Saltburn (2023)

and i want your parties, the shark in your water the scrapes on your knees and the blood that spills over

[iivormirii]

thinking about writing the most calm but unhinged cattonquick fic ever where they admire each other and touch each other and feel each other but not in a sexual way, in an innocent way. in a “i’m obsessed with you i need to be inside of your body” kind of way. in a “i want to be you and with you at the same time” kind of way. in a “our souls, minds, and hearts are the same and will forever be together” kind of way.

just thinking about it though. ;)

[burntsaltsblog]

Shiny New Toy

(felix catton\reader)

chapter two

details: a saltburn inspired short story.

content warning: profanity, explicit sexual content, and mentions of abuse (physical and mental)

MNI 18+

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Do you ever think about death?"

The smoke from our cigarettes produced a haziness that blended effortlessly with the sunlight pouring in from the windows. 

"Sometimes. I used to wonder what my funeral would be like. Who would show up, and who would give speeches? I just assumed it was due to my constant need for attention," I laughed breathlessly, and more smoke pooled from my mouth and out into the open air.

"What about you?" I asked, turning Felix's question back on himself. "Do you ever think about what your eventual demise will be like?"

"No, not that I can recall anyway. But that's how my life has always been. There have always been too many distractions like parties and girls. I've never had the chance to sit down and think about important things like life and death." 

"Until now," I delicately whispered as I peered at him.

We both did our best to squeeze onto Felix's modest twin-sized bed. It didn't prove easy at first, but after maneuvering a bit, we figured out that if I lay on his chest and he wrapped an arm around me, we could fit. Felix's feet still hung off the end, but he said that was unavoidable due to his impressive height. 

The only downside to this otherwise blissful moment was the sweltering heat and Oxford's lack of air conditioning. People always said academics was the most grueling thing about attending this prestigious school. But in reality, it was the fight against the climate and the lack of amenities to combat it.

"Should I be worried that I've only thought about it since meeting you?" Felix joked lightly.

"Well, I have a talent for bringing out the best in people," I chuckled. 

We settled in the silence that followed, which was comfortable and tranquil. Felix's bare chest bore a thin layer of sweat, but it wasn't off-putting. It had the opposite effect. It gave him a glow that intensified his ethereal appearance. 

In the seven days since meeting, Felix and I had become inseparable. One of us rarely went somewhere without the other coming along. After each class, I could count on Felix waiting outside the classroom to walk me to my next one or a meal in the dining hall with the rest of his friends.

Felix utterly enthralled me. But I was sure he had that effect on everyone he encountered. His charm and charisma drew you to him, and his kind and gentle aura convinced you to stay.

So, in precisely one week, Felix Catton had become the object of all my desires and the epidemy of everything I would never be able to have. 

I want to blame my lack of a chance with Felix on my boyfriend, Eric. But the truth was that Felix and I came from two different worlds. He had a title and mansion he would inherit one day, and the only thing I had to look forward to in my future was the burden of paying taxes and my student loans. 

I propped my chin on Felix's chest to observe him properly. His rolly hung loosely between his smooth lips, and I longed to reach my hand up and trace their shape. 

"Enjoying the view?" he teased before taking a long drag and blowing the smoke out in a thick stream. His cigarette looked so minuscule between his long, full fingers. 

I nodded as I fixed my hands under my chin, making myself more comfortable, and a mischievous smile played at the edges of my mouth. 

"They say you should take a picture if you want something to last longer." Felix quipped, amused at my open admiration.

"That's a splendid idea, thank you, Felix."

I couldn't contain the laughter that poured from my mouth as I reached over to grab his blue Polaroid camera from his nightstand. I lined my eye up with the viewfinder and quickly snapped a candid shot.  

After the picture popped out, I waved it chaotically in front of myself to encourage the development of the photograph.

A small chuckle pulled my attention away from the materializing photo and to the man whose face was now inches from mine.

He regarded me in a way that had the butterflies in my stomach reeling. I saw adoration, a hint of playfulness, and an emotion that looked like longing. But I was sure my eyes were playing tricks on me. 

Because there was no way that Felix Catton would ever long for me.

Even though I longed for him. 

A slight blush crept up my cheeks under his stare, so I evaded his gaze and looked down just in time to see the picture fully developed. 

"Is it ready?" He questioned curiously.

I nodded in reply, biting my lip. Gazing at the small picture, I knew I would cherish it forever. 

"Let's see it then, shall we?" Felix sat up, disrupting our close contact, and held out his hand. "How do I look?"

"You look positively ghastly," I jested.

"You little brat," He playfully scolded, swiping the photograph out of my hand to inspect it himself.

"I think I look proper sexy if ya ask me," Felix declared proudly.

"You're just stating the obvious," I retorted, extending my hand toward Felix to take the Polaroid picture back.

He eyed me impishly, holding the photo above his head so it was totally out of my reach. "Why do you want it back? Are you looking to expand your wank bank?"

My face turned beet red, and it wasn't because of heat.

"No! I want to add it to my photography portfolio," I fibbed as I tried my mightiest to retrieve the picture from Felix.

"You have no photography portfolio!" He laughed loudly, raising the photo higher into the air.

"Well, I could."  I retorted.

I continued to fight Felix for the photograph, both of us giggling profusely. 

"Give it back."

"Not unless you admit it."

"There's nothing to admit! I don't have a wank bank. I don't even use the word wank because where I'm from, we say masturbate like normal people." 

"Wow, I forgot how you Americans speak like such heathens."

The faux-offended expression I wore only made Felix giggle louder. That motivated me to reclaim the photo once and for all. 

But, unbeknownst to either of us, I had ended up on Felix's lap during our play fight.

A leg was on either side of his middle as I straddled him. My thighs tensed around his muscular body, and my left hand braced against his damp chest.

We fell silent as each of us evaluated the situation. Feeling Felix's hard body beneath mine in such an intimate way was something I had only fantasized about up until now.

Our breaths turned shallow, and I audibly swallowed. I struggled to refrain from rocking my hips to calm the ache that had developed between my legs. 

Felix dropped the picture as he extended his hand toward me. His calloused digits traced the length of my collarbone before they rose to touch the pulse in my neck that was beating out of control. 

I honed in on his dilated pupils as he slowly wrapped his large hand around my throat, squeezing gently, causing the ache in my core to turn into a steady throbbing.

A moan escaped my throat as I reveled in the possessive hold he had on me. Goosebumps littered my skin, and my nipples hardened, rubbing against the fabric of my shirt and fueling my arousal even further. 

"Fuck, good girl," He whispered, strained, as he adjusted his fingers on my skin, increasing the pressure ever so slightly. 

"Please," I begged quietly, even though I didn't exactly know what I was begging for. More of this, I suppose—more of Felix.

"Please, what, sweetheart? I -"

Felix's sentence was interrupted by my phone ringing.

We broke out of whatever spell we were under, and Felix quickly rose from the bed, sending me tumbling against the pillows.

I hastily shot up and began haphazardly searching for my phone. After rummaging through my purse, I located the device, accepted the call, and brought it to my ear without bothering to check the caller ID.

"Hello?" I said, wholly frazzled and disconcerted because of the moment I had just shared with Felix. 

"Iris? Where are you?" Eric angrily spoke from the other end of the phone.

Panic surged through my veins as I apprehensively checked the time on the clock resting on Felix's desk. I wasn't supposed to meet him anywhere, so why was he so infuriated?

"What are you talking about, Eric?" I couldn't help the nerves that stained my voice. 

"You're not in your room," he spoke accusatorily. 

"No, I'm not," I conceded. 

"Well, Where are you?" 

"I'm at a friend's," I replied quietly, finally glancing at Felix, standing on the other side of his room, staring at me intently as if he was analyzing my reaction to this phone call in great detail. 

"What friend? You don't have any friends."

I cringed at his words and felt ashamed because I knew they were true. Eric frequently forbade me from ever going out or meeting anyone new. So, my social circle was pretty much nonexistent. He said it was in my best interests that I stayed in my room and studied, but it was blatantly apparent that he wanted an utterly co-dependent girlfriend. 

"Tell me your location," my boyfriend demanded. 

"Look, Eric," I said, turning away from Felix so he wouldn't see the panic rising on my face. "I'm just hanging out with a friend. It's not a big deal."

"Does this friend happen to be Felix Catton? Rumor has it that you've joined his little click."

"Yeah, we've hung out a couple of times. But, like I said, it's not a big deal. I'll be available later if you desperately need to see me today." 

"A couple of times? I trust you remember how much I don't particularly appreciate lying, Iris. Don't you recall what happened the last time you tried to lie to me?"

My stomach dropped as my eyes jumped to the white scar that ran from my middle finger and past my wrist.

"Yes, I remember," I whispered. 

"Good. You know what to do."

With that, the line dropped, signaling that Eric had hung up. 

I stayed motionless as my boyfriend's words painfully dug into my skin.

"You know what to do."

Eric expected me to cut things off with Felix. But the sheer idea of never seeing Felix again was exquisitely excruciating.

"You ok?"

Felix's voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I spun around to see him slowly padding across the room and toward me. 

"Yeah, I'm fine," I mumbled, avoiding his eyes. 

I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. If I leave Felix, it'll destroy me. But if I stay, I'll face Eric's repercussions. 

"Hey, look at me," Felix said, gently raising my chin with his hand, "Did he say something to upset you?"

"Who?" I asked, prolonging the inevitable. 

"Eric. Did he say something?"

"I- It's nothing, I promise." 

Felix's face hardened, "Iris, what did he say to you?"

My eyes jumped from his face to the floor as I mentally searched for an answer to satisfy him and keep my conversation with Eric private. 

"Look, it's complicated, ok? Eric gets upset sometimes, and I must carefully navigate things with him."

Felix dropped his hand from my chin before running both hands through his hair. 

"Look, I don't want to tell you what to do, but I worry about you being in the company of someone like Eric. He's not a good person. The things I've heard about him are downright vile."

"I know," I mumbled. "I want to break up with him. It's just-"

My voice broke before I could complete my sentence.

"What? What is it, love?" Felix stepped so close that our chests were nearly touching. He brushed a stray hair out of my face and carefully tucked it behind my ear. "You can tell me anything, I promise," he whispered.

I tilted my head back to look up at Felix; his brows creased in concern at the tears threatening to spill from my wide eyes. 

"I'm scared of him, Felix. I don't know what he'll do to me if I try to leave him."

"I need you to be honest with me. Can you do that for me, darling?" 

I nodded my head earnestly. 

"Has Eric ever hurt you?"

After a beat, I nodded again, but this time, it was slower and filled with ignominy.

Felix took a deep breath, and the fury embedded in his body was evident. 

"Listen to me very carefully," Felix spoke, low and rough. "Eric will never hurt you again because I will not allow it. If he even looks in your direction, I swear I'll-"

"No, Felix, I don't want you to go to any trouble for me," I interrupted, shaking my head fervently. 

"Iris-"

"No, I don't want to be a burden-"

"You're not a burden. You could never be a burden, Christ, love," Felix breathed heavily.

He placed both hands firmly on my shoulders before speaking again.

"Iris, you are incredibly special to me. Ever since I saw you that day on the quad, I've had this overwhelming urge to protect and take care of you. You're my friend. And I won't allow someone to harm what is mine." 

Felix's voice bore so much honesty and passion that I succumbed to silence. All I could focus on was his declaration.

"I'm going to help you get out of this, ok?" he said softly.

I wordlessly nodded before Felix pulled me into his chest and tightly enveloped me in his arms as if trying to protect me from all the world's cruelty. 

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chapter index

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

[oneflydude]

does anyone want my very short saltburn playlist...

(EDIT: IT'S IN THE REBLOGS :)

[sassy-sofia]

Stalking, of the Digital Sort, is a Gateway Drug

Pairing: Oliver Quick / Felix Catton

Description: Internet stalking is much easier done when you know the person's full name.

Word count: 1,880

Ch: 1/1 (complete)

Rating: General audiences

Tags: obsessive, internet stalking, social media

Additional tags on AO3

[mpixx]

absolutely fucking obsessed with the fact that oliver's "i loved him" monologue is actually him (or emerald) partly quoting the ending of lana del rey's "national anthem" video??

with the monologue, there's that whole issue of oliver not really fully admitting to the extent of his love on the textual level (distinguishing "love" from "in love", "everybody loved him", "i hated him" etc).

this is already being deconstructed on a visual level, with the juxtaposition of the flashback images during his speech - other people have posted smart things about this.

and just like that visual juxtaposition, this "quoting" aspect also changes the text, or tells us something about how to read that monologue

it shows the extent to which this monologue, the narrative is fabricated. he uses someone else's words to narrate his life. does that make him more of an unreliable narrator? or is it just a human thing to do? (also, he's an english major, so he will use pre-existing texts to make sense of his life)

comparing it to lana's original, oliver strays from it in two ways. first, his delivery is restrained, almost a bit unnatural, while lana's is full of devotion; emotion swelling with each repetition. second, where he goes into the delulu "but was i in love with him?" climax, the denial, she just pauses, and after that long pause ends with "i still love him. i love him". in a way, reading oliver's monologue in tandem with lana's does the same thing that the visuals do: juxtaposing oliver's words/text with conflicting information/emotion. and yes i think that he meant the whole thing the way she said it

i also looove the bonkers theatrics and implications of him standing by himself over elspeths murdered body and his big monologue is basically reciting lana del rey pretending to be jackie kennedy

by quoting her, he is fashioning himself as jackie kennedy?? his desire and violence are already so female coded. and now he's saying he is jackie o, the epitome of a grieving widow, guarding a big empty house?? olliieeeee

[cosmicboyinthesky]

lacy by olivia rodrigo as an oliver quick song. fuck off stop it leave me alone

[joanofarccoded]

do u think felix got oliver contacts to help him be more attractive to fit in better

[mcnicecream]

🚬✈️

pls go read, its so good i might cry

[bisexualgoth]

oh also. btw. while Oliver did lie to Felix in order to get closer to him i do believe he genuinely also loved him. and also im of the opinion that Felix 100% loved him back until he found out it was all build on a lie. Oliver quite literally set himself up to fail and i think he knows that, even if he won't admit it. so, if he can't have Felix, nobody can. not any girl, not his family, not even Felix himself. im so unwell

[curtsbigspoon]

OH THE WAY I AM LITERALLY LOADING SHOTGUN SHELLS TO BLAST MY THROAT RN, WTF??? HOW COULD YOU WRITE THIS AND THEN JUST-

I IMMEDIATELY STARTED BAWLING DOG, THIS MF IS CRACKED, I HATE HIM, I HOPE HIS PILLOW IS SOOOOO WARM TONIGHT (i love him, he is my pookie, he just has me emotionally distraught).

Goddamn I really hope a B-17 takes me out rn.

ANYWAYS. LOL. PLEASE GO READ MY BESTIES NEW FIC. EVERYTHING HE WRITES IS SHEER PERFECTION, IT'S POETRY CARVED INTO EACH OUNCE OF MARBLE THAT'S JUST THE UTTER BEAUTY OF HIS WORDS.

I'D WARN YOU TO BE WARY IF YOU'RE A LITTLE MENTALLY UNSTABLE TONIGHT, BUT I FELT JUST FINE BEFORE THAT FUCKING LINE SHOT ME INTO THE TRENCHES.

I LINK IT HERE, AND I GIVE IT SO MANY KISSES:

[johnslittlespoon]

You're A Dog (I'm Your Man)

Ch. 1/6

[SFW | WC: 4K | Gale Cleven/John Egan, Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Requited Unrequited Love]

John Egan loves like a dog.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[rhaegang]

I love your writing! Thanks for your service to the fandom. Just wondering if you have any CattonQuick fic recs or recs for other authors you enjoy reading?

AHHH this is a really good question…

I have a thick stack of fics on my “to read” list, but I haven’t yet started them.

I find it really difficult to read other works for a ship while I’m writing a story, bc the other fics scratch the itch in my brain, and I can lose that Must Write urge. I’ll share some of what I have read & plan to read under the cut.

For fics that I have already read, my top picks (for this exact moment bc I know I am forgetting some) are:

The Heart That Fed by Nightcalling (Complete) https://archiveofourown.org/works/51942877

This one is OW. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. It’s so good. But ow. (Canon compliant, post-movie sooooo.)

The Moth and The Flame by QueerXQueen (Complete)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52668070

Miserable by BoneChocolate (Complete)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53372719

This one is just…fun! It feels low stakes but in character and I loved Oliver’s freaky intrusive thoughts lol (If the tags regarding suicide are of concern, know that they are much less serious than the suicide contents of MAD.)

Dead Doesn’t Mean Gone by Island_In_The_Shadows (WIP)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52918030/chapters/133858564

Authors whose works I read without even looking at the summary - Nythak, Punkin_Carcass, QuickCatton, Sandpapersnowman…I am forgetting people…I feel bad for forgetting people…

And then, I am really looking forward to reading these fics soon:

Drink Me by Mermaids_and_Roses https://archiveofourown.org/works/54083713/chapters/136925929

Sacrificial Animals by Zoe_Millin_Writes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53330746

Don’t Call The Police (They Won’t Answer The Phone) by Shymin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52074064

The seminal work by justalilguyoops — What Is Past Is Prologue

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52353505

It Leaves Me Cold by NiceLittleStylesLad (Which I very much hope is continued!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52774177

Topographia Oxonia by Orestes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54137680/chapters/137074099

Since there are only ~ 400 Cattonquick fics on AO3, I would honestly love to read and comment on every single one of them, but there are some things that are just not for me, so I don’t really have reccos for:

[x] ABO, kidfic, forced feminization, anything where Venetia is dead/dies (unless it’s an “All The Cattons Are Ghosts” scenario)

[?] gender play like feminization or trans versions of characters (there’s some GREAT stuff in this category I think but I’m just not the best judge probably), Oliver Is A For Real Psycho, Oliver Is 100% A Sub

[shoshiwrites]

👀✨😭 for the fic recs, please. And feel free to replace with another emoji if these have already been answered.

👀 A fic that you love a normal amount

nostalgia (prompt fill) by @floydmtalbert (Band of Brothers, Talbert character study) — Nobody does postwar like Jenny does postwar, and this fic is no exception (and I'm not just saying that because I sent the prompt). It's just so good and so Tab and so gorgeously drawn.

✨ A fic you wish you could read again for the first time

Steve Rogers at 100: Celebrating Captain America on Film (Captain America, Bucky/Steve, General) — I can't even really describe it, but if you're into Captain America even a little bit, or HBOwar...I'm jealous that you get to experience this for the first time.

😭 A fic that ripped your heart out (but it hurt so good)

I See You In The Daytime (I Hear You At Night) by johnslittlespoon/quickcatton (Masters of the Air, Bucky/Curt, General) — ID tags and big ouches. Vivid and heartbreaking.