Y/N pov
Oliver cautiously twists the doorknob, and the door to the mill interior swings open before us, revealing the staircase leading to the conference room. He gestures for me to be as quiet as possible, and together we step through the windmill door.
Carefully closing the door with minimal noise, Oliver takes my hand and leads me upstairs. Confused, I whisper, "What are you doing?"
"There's a first aid kit upstairs. We have to treat your wound," he replies without looking at me, his focus entirely on the task at hand. I struggle to comprehend everything in this tense situation, feeling a bit foolish for not understanding our purpose here.
As we ascend the stairs, the old wood emits a soft creak under our feet, making Oliver quickly turn his head around, alert to any sound. "Shh! Only step on the steps I step on," he demands, emphasizing the importance of silence to avoid getting caught. Nodding, I comply, taking each step carefully to minimize noise.
Oliver continues to lead the way, following a specific pattern of steps that I try to mimic. We skip some steps or switch sides to avoid making any unnecessary noise.
Another creak echoes through the air, revealing that Oliver stepped on the wrong step this time. I can't help but nudge him playfully.
"Do you sneak up here often?" I ask and bump against him.
"Yeah, why?"
"Don't know. You seem to have a plan," I mutter sarcastically.
"Really funny. Here are many steps." He tries to defend himself. We finally reach the conference room door, and I glance over his shoulder, sensing that our destination is close.
"Alright, we-"
"We don't make any noises. I know." I interrupt Oliver with a small smile. He sighs in defeat and opens the door just as quietly as he had opened the door below. As focused as we are, we enter, and Oliver is about to close the door when we hear someone clear their throat. We jump, the door slams shut, and we turn around immediately.
and there stands Lucas, a mixture of anger and worry etched on his face. Our covert excursion has been exposed.
"Where have you been the past 3 hours and 43 minutes since the hunt is over?!" Lucas' eyes bore into mine, demanding an explanation for our prolonged absence since the hunt's end. My heart races.
Truth or lie?
Lie. I promised Oliver. But I need a believable lie, a story of our narrow escape..
"After Zack saved us, we ran into Luce and his attendants. They managed to separate us, and we had to evade them for the rest of the hunt. I got lost in the chaos, and Oliver had to come find me," I recount with a sense of shame, avoiding eye contact with Lucas.
The room falls silent, and even Oliver lowers his head, his actions speaking volumes about the weight of our deception. As we stand there, the sound of warm liquid trickling down my arm and dripping onto the floor fills the void of silence. The gravity of the situation weighs heavily on me.
Lucas finally breaks the silence, his concern evident in his voice. "Did you.. did you get hurt?"
"One of the attendants got their claws on Y/N's arm," Oliver interjects, coming to my defense. "It's just a flesh wound and should heal soon. Other than that, we are both fine."
A deep sigh escapes Lucas as he processes our words. He seems both relieved and exasperated. He starts to leave the room, and just before the door closes, he turns back and says, "Don't scare me like this again."
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Oliver x Reader || tpn fanfiction
Mystery / ThrillerY/N is an orphan who first lived in Glory Bell but had to Transfer to Grace Field. Life there was a dream in which everyone belonged in one big family. But for Y/N that dream hasn't existed for years. They are smart and need to adapt to these circu...
