Oliver x Reader || tpn fanfiction

Prolog- the beginning

As they trudge down the stairs, Y/N couldn't help but feel a thrilling sense of rebellion. They knew they weren't supposed to be venturing down this forbidden path, but their destination was the library, their sanctuary of books, and they couldn't resist the allure. Unbeknownst to the authorities, Y/N and a few others had been secretly sneaking out every night to indulge in the pleasure of reading.

As they made their way, a glimmer of light caught their attention from across the hallway. Intrigued, they followed the source, their footsteps light and cautious. The silence was broken only by the faint sound of their heart pounding in their chest. They couldn't recall hearing anyone leave their room, so they cautiously tiptoed into the kitchen, hoping to find a simple explanation for the unusual illumination.

Their mind reassured them that it was probably just someone getting a glass of water, but as they slowly opened the slightly ajar door, their eyes widened with surprise. Standing in the middle of the room, bathed in the soft glow, was Lucas. His gaze was fixed upon the clock hanging on the wall in front of him.

A small voice escaped their lips, almost in disbelief, "Are you possessed now too?" Lucas turned around, his eyes meeting their tiny form, and a faint smile played upon his lips. With a gentle shake of his head, he responded, "No, I'm just waiting for midnight."

Y/N couldn't help but return the smile, assuming that Lucas was eagerly anticipating his own birthday. However, the expression on Lucas' face turned somber, and Y/N sensed a wave of sadness emanating from him.

"Why is Lucas sad?" they asked, their voice filled with worry and compassion.

"In five minutes, it will be my 12th birthday," Lucas revealed, his gaze still fixed on them. "No matter what happens, I want you to keep smiling in the end, okay?"

Confusion and concern washed over Y/N. "But why are you saying things like that?" they questioned, their worry for Lucas deepening. And then, in a startling moment, Lucas reached for a large canister nearby and began pouring its contents onto the floor, drenching himself in the liquid.

Fear gripped Y/N's heart as they witnessed this alarming act. Their mind raced, desperately searching for answers, wondering what had driven Lucas to such extreme measures.

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The peaceful evening was shattered by a piercing scream that echoed through the house, reaching every corner and stirring a sense of panic. The chilling cry belonged to one of their siblings, their voice filled with terror and anguish. It cut through the air, carrying the weight of desperation and a plea for help.

In a sudden flurry of motion, the door to their mother's bedroom burst open, revealing a wide-eyed and alarmed figure. She wasted no time, her instincts kicking in as she swiftly descended the stairs. As her eyes scanned the scene before her, she was met with a sight that filled her with disbelief and horror. The once-familiar kitchen now danced in an inferno of raging flames, casting menacing shadows on the walls.

Amidst the chaos, one of the children knelt on the floor, tears streaming down their face, their voice trembling with fear and sorrow. It was Y/N, the young child who had witnessed the unfolding disaster firsthand.

"Y/N, what happened?!" their mother's voice rang out, her words almost lost in the roar of the fire.

The child struggled to speak through their sobs, their words breaking between hiccups. "L-Lu-Lucas is in there," they managed to utter, their voice barely audible over the crackling blaze. The revelation widened their mother's eyes with a mixture of shock and concern. In an instant, the pieces fell into place, the acrid smell that had filled the air now making sense. She cursed under her breath, the weight of the situation pressing upon her.