#felix catton

[nutteu]

[an excerpt, a piece of their end]

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“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.

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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.)

[hvcklebury]

i'll eat you up i love you so!

if you saw this on twt no you DIDNT

[idontbelievethehype]

Absolutely, irrefutably out of pocket behavior from Prime Video.

[mollspeak]

the way felix is convinced he's living in a romance movie to the extent that he dresses up like juliet. he considers kissing oliver in the maze. he makes himself off limits but not quite with the open door while he's in the bath; he's the damsel of the film, no doubt. but felix's tragedy is that oliver is convinced it's a horror story and a tale of revenge. so he doesn't play his part as romeo. he vomits up the poison so he can't die from "some poison more" and leaves felix to die alone.

[aridecs00]

Unreliable narrator that pretends that everything turned out the way he planned just to cope with the regret of what he had done.

[kittyrizzard]

[overstayedtime]

saltburn details that make my brain explode bc theyre so beautifully done

felix & venetia having matching star tattoos

the vampire scene hinting at venetias death

the catton players display with the stones ontop at the end

venetia telling the doppelganger story and seeing a felix doppelganger in the window (hints at felix’s death)

these r some of the details i really love that emerald put into the film & i feel like they add a lot

[conformi]

Emerald Fennell, Saltburn, 2023 VS Fauno Barberini, Glyptothek, München, 220 a.C.

[k-wame]

SCENES FROM A MARRIAGE | 🫦 LUST Felix & Oliver · Saltburn (2023) dir. Emerald Fennell

[transthatfag]

should've hate fucked ngl.

[aliceblakeart]

Working on something if you aren’t sick of me talking about Saltburn yet 😂

(Process video on insta or tiktok)

[niallsdaya]

Felix and Oliver in Saltburn (2023) // Jennifer and “Needy” in Jennifer’s Body (2009)

[localraccconn]

barry keoghan u lil freak i love u so much

[riickgrimes]

Oliver + Felix's bathrobe

[aridecs00]

From the Saltburn screenplay coffee table book.

I NEED someone to release the digital version of the pic.

[themarychain]

Saltburn: text post meme 🏰🪽👑🍷🦌🔪

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