pov Oliver
I awaken, my eyes fluttering open once more. It's becoming a recurring pattern now, the inability to sleep. I've lost count of how many times it's happened.
Shifting in bed, I notice the sun has already begun to rise. Y/N is still peacefully asleep, and I can't help but wonder how much longer they'll stay that way.
While I cherish their company, I can't bear the thought of keeping them awake. Last night, they barely slept because of me, and tonight I had to wake them when it was time for restocking.
The most dreaded part lies ahead – dealing with the new children. They're completely unaware of the reality here. Confused and frightened, they stare at me, and no matter how hard I try to explain, their fear only intensifies.
I approach them with gentleness, but it's heart-wrenching to witness their reactions. Some cry uncontrollably, while others refuse to believe or even listen to me. Some are paralyzed with fear.
Yet, the worst part isn't the knowledge that they've become prey, like defenseless rabbits, or that they could die at any moment. It's seeing how their reactions will determine their fate.
The children who cry from the start often freeze in terror when they encounter one of the poachers. Those who listen to me and follow my guidance stand a chance of surviving some hunts. But those who stubbornly refuse to believe me... for them, help arrives too late. Only when they face a poacher and are on the verge of death do they finally comprehend the harsh truth.
Part of me wishes they could believe this is all just a cruel joke, but it's far from that. It's an ongoing nightmare, a living hell.
Feeling restless, I make my way to the desk, picking up my notebook. As I settle back into bed, I hear the rustling of Y/N's sheets. Did I wake them up again?
Peeking up cautiously, I'm relieved to find that Y/N has merely turned away from the sunlight. I let out a sigh, both relieved and disappointed. If I can't share this burden with them, I'll have to find solace in my notes and thoughts.
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Time seems to drag on, passing by at a glacial pace. Every now and then, I can hear Y/N shifting restlessly in bed. It has become a frequent occurrence, and I can't shake the feeling that they aren't sleeping well.
Contemplating whether to wake them or allow them to rest, I find myself torn. Technically, we still have an hour before we must confront the newly restocked children, and Y/N could potentially sleep for another 45 minutes.
Yet, the thought of leaving them to suffer through a nightmare doesn't sit well with me.
I gaze at Y/N's peaceful face, trying to gauge if they are indeed having a nightmare or if it's just my overactive concern. Should I wake them up to offer comfort, or should I let them sleep undisturbed?
After a sigh of uncertainty, I decide to err on the side of caution. "Just let Y/N sleep, Oliver," I tell myself. "You might be worrying a bit too much about them."
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"Oliver?" Y/N's voice reaches me, sounding tired and worn-out. I look up from the book I was holding, meeting their sleepy gaze.
"Why are you already up?" they ask, clearly taken aback.
"Good morning to you too," I reply, unable to suppress a smile at their groggy state.
"'Morning," they mumble, pulling the blanket up to their chin.
"But to answer your question: I couldn't fall back asleep," I explain, receiving a puzzled look in response.
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Oliver x Reader || tpn fanfiction
Mistero / 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...
