𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

Til' We Meet Again

WARNING: death, blood, kidnapped.
Requested by: @weasleytwinsloverrr

Another swing of his rough calloused hand across her face, thick blood mixed with saliva drips out of (y/n)'s swollen lips. She takes a deep breath before turning back facing him with a weak smile and huffed.

"I told you," she says and cuts off to spit out blood pooling in her tongue, "you won't get anything from me no matter how many times you torture me, buddy."

He is furious, he doesn't like to hear her say it again and again. They've been in the dark secluded room for hours, him trying to get any information on where (y/n)'s lover might be, but to his dismay, he once again failed.

"This one's a tough motherfucker." He thought.

His ragged heavy breathing fills the cold dark night, he could feel his muscles on his shoulder tense from the beating he did to her, so he looks down at his watch and called it a day.

"One of these days you'll crack sweetie," he says as he wipes his blood covered hands with a dirty rag, he turns around and faces her, "and when that time comes you gonna have to tell me where your precious lover is, but don't worry... I'll make sure he follows you up there."

(y/n) didn't gave any reaction, she stared at the man plainly and closed her eyes hoping that he'll leave her already, and that he did. (y/n) was already feeling weak, she's surprised about herself surviving days without eating or drinking water much, plus the beatings that would go on for hours, all she could think about at that moment was her lover.

Oliver, the only person who's constantly in her mind, one of the reasons why she's still holding on.

Next day...

"I'm telling you right now sweetie, you're just making this harder for yourself." He turns off the button as (y/n) gasps for air, desperate in need to breath. Today he decided to make (y/n) sit and strapped onto an electric chair.

Thinking that this might break her and get the answers he's been wanting from the start.

(y/n) could feel every veins in her body pulse rapidly, her head spinning as her eyes glistens from the tears escaping and her heart beat hard against her chest. He was surprised as her seeing that she still draws breath after being electrecuted many times, he was starting to think she might not be human at all.

He is fed up, impatient and thought of going max the voltage. "I'm fucking tired of waiting, if you're not gonna tell me where your lover is then I'll just have to go look for him myself."

With every turn of the knob the number of voltage rises until it reaches the highest. (y/n) closes her eyes and prayed that this will end her suffering at last, it might be painful and agonizing but at least she can rest at last.

As soon as he was about to turn it back on he was hit in the back of his head and falls on the ground unconscious.

(y/n) couldn't make out who was the person helping her get out but she could recognize the blurry echoing voice calling her name.

"(y/n) oh, (y/n) hey hey hey... (y/n) its me Oliver," he hurriedly removed every restrained on her and hugs her tightly while tears streams down his eyes, "darling its me Oliver, (y/n) can you hear me? Its me, its me."

As soon as her visions comes back to normal, she looks up to meet his eyes and her body relaxes under his touch. She couldn't speak properly due to soar throat from screaming, all she could do was nod.

"We're getting out of here (y/n). I'm so sorry this happened to you." He helps (y/n) stand and carefully wrap his arm around her waist. "This is my fault, I wasn't able to protect you... God I'm so sorry, my darling." He cooes and kisses her forehead.

With steady steps and Oliver's help they're almost at the door and soon got out of the horrid place.

"We're almost there just try and hang on for me, yeah, darling?" Oliver looks over to her and received a nod.

His car is parked few meters from the place suddenly (y/n) gets shot, both stop at their tracks. She looks down at herself and saw a red spot staining her shirt, she was shot at the abdomen.

Oliver could feel his soul leaving him, (y/n) takes another shot this time in the chest. Her legs couldn't carry her weight anymore and leans to Oliver.

"No! No! no no no no... not like this no! (y/n)! Fuck no no no," Oliver is frantic, his hands shaking from the adrenaline and panic rushing. He tries to cover her wounds while trying to calm her. "Fuck please- (y/n) look at me please look at me, keep your eyes open."

"We can still make it (y/n) the hospital isn't that far just please, please hold on! Please..." Oliver broke down in tears as he craddles her in his arms.

With her last strength she reaches for his dampped cheek. "P-please bury me under the tree next to the c-cabin we stayed at for o-our first date," (y/n) could barely talk but Oliver picked up every word of his dying light, "its peaceful there."

"Of course, anything for you darling." Oliver brushes her hair away and stared at her eyes one last time.

"I'll always be next to you, always." She weakly smiles at him and he did as well, (y/n) draws her last breath before life drains her body. Oliver hugs her close as he buries his face on the crook of her neck, he still blames himself for not arriving on time, letting her suffer a lot.

He did not want her to leave so soon, he's not a God to do a miracle and bring her back, nor a Wizard to have magical powers to heal her wounds and pain.

As promised, Oliver kept his word and granted her last wish; get buried under the tree next to the cabin. He made sure everything is set and done perfectly, a grey slab of stone with her name engraved is placed on the dirt, flowers decorating around it.

(f/n) (l/n)
1990 - 2022
"May your soul rest in peace."

Up until this day it still hasn't sink into him yet, maybe never, the greiving pain will always be in him no matter what. He may have a wife and a loving daughter now with someone else but (y/n) will always have a place in his heart.

If she was in her place right now she would've feel and did the same thing, (y/n) might not be here anymore but he could feel her sometimes, hugging him or holding his hand. He misses her touch, her voice, her smile.

Oliver stood up from the ground and dusts off his pants, a small girl runs up to him and tugs on his shirt. "Come on daddy, I wanna take a nap." The little girl says and yawns.

"Alright sweetheart, come here," he bends down and carries her, "just doing my usual routine, sorry for making you wait long baby." He kisses her cheek and looks back at (y/n)'s grave again.

"I bet she was a nice lady, just like how you tell me stories about her, daddy." The little girl rests her head on his shoulder while yawning.

"She was... the best one."

I'm surprised I finished writing this in one night, hope my insperation in writing comes back and I actually miss writing. Seeing that everyone still enjoys my stories really makes me smile.

- Aya xx