Catton Stories

story of two completely different person who somehow found each other .

This is a poetry book as a tribute for Saltburn. The masterpiece from my eyes, from my perspective, of what I think and feel as Oliver. He never told us about his feeling. So I try to fill that blank space. I hope I represent his feelings.

Olivet meets this boy felix and falls in love with him but not in a soft or cute way,a very very dark way,but when he confesses his love and gets rejected he can't live with the pain he kills Felix

'Icarus laughed as he fell. Threw his head back and yelled into the winds, arms spread wide, teeth bared to the world. (There is a bitter triumph in crashing when you should be soaring.) The wax scorched his skin, ran blazing trails down his back, his thighs, his ankles, his feet. Feathers floated like prayers past his fingers, close enough to snatch back. Death breathed burning kisses against his shoulders, where the wings joined the harness. The sun painted everything in shades of gold. (There is a certain beauty in setting the world on fire and watching from the centre of the flames.) - Fiona « felix catton x oc » fast burn i don't own anything except my oc's and their plotlines all rights go to the respective parties

female oc x felix catton "one of the girls" ♕ when oxford's man whore picks a sudden spark ♕ You've been wasting my time, while your taking what's mine, With all the things your doing. << i dont own any anything except oc's and plotlines>> © -DOGGOS-, 2024

DIOR START, farleighs cousin from his dads side, turns up to oxford, and all hell breaks loose.

Set against the decaying luxury of Saltburn, this novel follows Lucy and Felix-lovers turned recent exes whose bond never truly breaks. When Felix invites a quiet, enigmatic outsider into their gilded world, the balance of friendship, desire, and privilege begins to fracture. What starts as an intimate summer of excess and reconciliation curdles into obsession, manipulation, and loss, as Lucy watches the people she loves disappear one by one. As grief tightens its grip and trust erodes, Lucy is forced to confront a terrifying question: how well can you ever know someone who wants everything you have? Haunting, seductive, and deeply unsettling, this is a story about love that lingers, privilege that rots, and the thin, dangerous line between belonging and possession. I do not own any characters except for Lucy, Elsie, Annie, and Max