A/n: I suck at titles. If you have a suggestion, I'm all ears! Hope you all enjoy! Love you all!!!

~✨Celestial✨~

••••••••••••••••••••

"We could get a better view from up there," (Y/n) said, gesturing to a pile of destroyed cars. She freed her hand from Oliver's and began climbing up the stacked cars.

"H-Hey! Be careful, (Y/n)!" Oliver shouted up at her, worried she would slip and fall.

She pulled her body onto the hood of the car on the very top. She could see the skyline past the crumbling buildings and thorns of judgement. While the surrounding area was an eyesore, the colors of the setting sun casted across the sky were magnificent to behold. Knowing finding shelter before the sun set was the top priority, she tore her gaze from the sky and looked around at the buildings. She spotted one that would provide them the protection they needed. Peering over the side, she smiled down at her significant other. "There's a building not too far from here that looks like a good place to stay until morning."

Oliver stared up at her. "All right. We better get going before more Lost show up." He saw her begin to climb down and remained directly underneath her to catch her if she slipped in the process. "A-And be careful!"

(Y/n) giggled as she carefully descended the pile of rusted cars. "That's the second time you've said that."

"Well, you have a tenancy to do dangerous things without thinking. Remember what happened last week?" He sighed, shaking his head.

"How was I suppose to know the floor was going to give out underneath me?" She questioned.

"I did tell you the floor was unstable," Oliver replied. "You didn't see the giant cracks in the floor?"

"W-Well..." Now that she thought back, she remembered the numerous of immense cracks in the floor. "Okay, I admit it. I am careless. But that's what I have you for!" She jumped down, landing beside Oliver. "You're my knight in shining armor—er, well...my revenant in a dirty dress shirt."

"If I wasn't there, you would've been buried under the rubble!" Oliver yelled, clenching his fists tightly by his sides. Realizing he was shouting, he took a few deep breaths to calm himself. "Could you be more careful from now on?"

"I'm sorry, Oliver," (Y/n) looked away, embarrassed because of her careless actions and guilty for making him worry so much.

Oliver sighed heavily before taking her hand in his gloved one. He entwined his fingers with hers, pulling her closer. "It's fine. Let's just focus on getting to someplace safe."

The girl nodded and guided him toward the building she spotted from her vantage point. They entered the building through a heavy metal door. Noticing its lock was still intact, Oliver locked it behind them in hopes to prevent the Lost or any other revenants from entering the building. The couple headed to the second floor, noticing the remnants of furniture scattered around. By their surroundings, they determined the building once was an office before the Great Collapse.

Oliver and (Y/n) sat down on the degraded couch. A cloud of dust surrounded them when they sat on the cushions, causing them to cough. Once the air cleared around them, the girl scoured through the sack attached to her belt and located two blood beads from their quickly diminishing stockpile. She handed one to Oliver and left the other for herself.

When she went to take off her purifier mask, he stopped her. "Let me take mine off first." They hadn't seen any Lost in the area, but Oliver was always the one to take off his mask whenever they needed to consume a blood bead. He took off his mask and inhaled deeply. When his eyes didn't flash crimson, he sighed in relief. "It's safe. You can take yours off."

(Y/n) took off her mask and placed it on her lap. "We'll have to find some more blood beads. We're running low."

"Guess that'll be what we'll do tomorrow." Oliver sunk his teeth into the blood bead, draining it of every drop of blood before tossing it aside.

(Y/n) did the same, watching as it rolled across the floor before stopping beside a broken chair. She glanced over her shoulder, staring out the shattered window. The sun had set, leaving them in complete darkness. She sighed, deciding to put her purifier mask back on. "We better get some rest."

Oliver followed suit, his mask clicking into place over his eyes, mouth, and nose. He readjusted his body against the arm of the couch, staring up at the ceiling. As he became comfortable in his new position, a familiar warmth spread across the front of his body. Looking down, he smiled when he saw (Y/n) lying on top of him. One of his hands found its way into her (e/c) locks, stroking them gently and lulling her to sleep. Eventually, his eyes fluttered shut and he welcomed sleep with open arms.

An hour before sunrise, Oliver and (Y/n) were startled awake when they heard banging from below. The couple flew off the couch, staring at the stairwell located in the corner of the room. They heard a crash and knew it was the sound of the metal door being smashed in. They wondered who or what had broken in, but their answer was confirmed when they heard chuckling—revenants.

Oliver pushed (Y/n) behind him when the sound of footsteps resonated from the stairwell. He glared at the intruders as they stood at the top of the stairs. In total, there were five revenants. When the leader of the group spotted the couple, he pointed his blade in their direction. "It's about damn time we caught up with you."

"You've been following us?" (Y/n) asked with furrowed brows.

"Only for a few days," he replied with a menacing chuckle. "We lost track of you for a little bit, but you two left a trail in your wake. Leaving empty blood beads around created the perfect way to track you."

"What do you want from us?" Oliver demanded.

"You two are gonna be our little lapdogs," the blonde revenant grinned. "Whether you like it or not. But honestly, we only need one of you." He snapped his fingers and the burly revenant standing behind him charged forward with his hammer slung over his right shoulder.

Oliver pushed (Y/n) away as the revenant swung his hammer. She fell to the ground as he dodged the attack. When he thought the assailant would need a few seconds to recover from the swing, he was proven wrong when a hand wrapped around his throat and hauled him into the air. Struggling, he tried to use his gifts, but the lack of oxygen caused his concentration to waver. He tried kicking the brute, but he was growing weaker by the second.

Another revenant with sable locks walked over with a dagger in his grasp and raised it toward Oliver's chest. Before he could stab him in the heart and destroy the BOR parasite, (Y/n) shouted at them. "Please, don't kill him!" She begged, tears streaming down her cheeks. "H-He's all I have left..."

The leader of the group raised his hand, stopping his follower from killing Oliver. He sauntered over to the girl, squatting down in front of her. Reaching out, he scooped up a handful of her hair before gripping it tightly and yanking her toward him. She yelped in pain as she was forcefully tugged toward him, her face only a few inches from his. "If ya do want to save him, I've the perfect mission for you."

"I-I'll do it," she whimpered.

"Good answer," the blonde revenant smirked, releasing his hold on her (h/c) tresses. He grabbed her arm, his grip acting as a vice and pulling her off the floor. "You know where to go, men. Let's see if the little lady has what it takes to save her boyfriend." He released her and walked toward the stairs.

The brute released Oliver, who fell to the floor in a coughing heap. He placed a hand on his throat as each cough caused his throat to ache. The revenant who was going to stab him only moments ago hauls him to his feet and shoved him toward (Y/n). She managed to catch him before he fell and wrapped her arms around him. "A-Are you okay?"

"I'm...fine," Oliver coughs out. His vision cleared as oxygen returned to his lungs. He wrapped an arm around her protectively as the revenants surrounded them.

"I suggest you two get movin' unless you want to be dragged along," the leader of the gang sneered. The couple followed the revenants out of the building and deeper into the city. It was in the opposite direction the couple was hoping to travel in.

They were forced to fight against countless of Lost as the gang of revenants escorted them through the ruined city center. There were countless of times where they thought they could turn against their captors, but neither of them wanted to risk their hearts and face a true death.

Around noon, the couple and their captors arrived at a large pit in the ground. The leader of the gang peered down into the darkness with a grin. "Here we are."

"What could you possibly want us to do?" Oliver demanded, glaring daggers at the blonde.

"Oh, you won't be doing anything," he explained. The twin revenants in the gang grabbed Oliver's arms, forcing him to his knees. He grunted as he tried to fight against the white-haired twins, but he couldn't break free. The leader grabbed (Y/n), pulling her toward the ledge. "She'll be the one doing the dirty work."

"What do you want?" The girl spat.

"It's simple, really. All you have to do is find a blood spring. Once you do, your boyfriend will be safe."

(Y/n) glances back at Oliver before back down at the large hole in front of her. "Fine, I'll do it."

Oliver's eyes widen. He shook his head, still trying to fight against the twins. "(Y/n), don't—ah!" He screamed out in pain as the large revenant kneed him in the gut.

The girl flinched at hearing his painful cry. "I'm going! Just stop hurting him!"

"You're not moving fast enough, girly," the leader hissed.

"There's a ladder on the other side. I'll use that and find a safe way down," she said. Before she could walk around to the ladder, the burly revenant grabbed her wrist and lifted her off the ground with his immense strength. He held her body over the pit, fear filling her entire being. She screamed as she clawed at the revenant's hand in order to latch onto him. He was her only anchor and feared heights. Regardless if her body regenerates after the fall, she didn't want to experience the tremendous pain from when her body would slam into the ground at the bottom of the hole, if there was any.

"I think there's a quicker way down than a measly ladder," the blonde leader chuckled maniacally.

(Y/n) dug her nails into the brute's arm as her body was suspended in air. "Th-The ladder isn't far!" She tried to reason with her captors, fear shaking her voice. "P-Please, put me down!"

The blonde thought for a few seconds before shaking his head. "No, I don't think so. We've a tight schedule and can't afford to waste time."

Oliver managed to push himself to his feet, but the grip the twins had on him wouldn't budge. "Stop! Please, let her go!" He begged desperately. "Send me instead! Just leave her alone!"

The blonde revenant bursted into laughter. Once he finished with his outburst, he addressed his follower. "You heard the man. Let her go."

With an emotionless expression, the burly revenant released (Y/n). Her nails slipped from his flesh as her body began plummeting down the gaping hole. Petrified, she couldn't even scream as she fell. The only sounds that filled her ears were Oliver's desperate cries and rushing wind. Urging her arms to move, she reached out and managed to cease her descent into the abyss by grabbing the sharp tip of a thorn of judgement. She cried out at the top of her lungs as the palm of her hand was bleeding from the tip of the thorn impaling it. She could feel the muscles and tendons ripping, causing her terrible pain. Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she lifted her other hand and tried to pull herself up. Morosely, she couldn't.

Up above, Oliver used one of his gifts to knock away the twins and free himself. He stole one of their swords, stabbing the sharp blade through the burly revenant's chest. He turned into a cloud of ash, blowing away in the faint breeze. Targeting the sable-haired revenant, he knocked his bayonet rifle out of his grip and destroyed his heart with a single blow. The only ones left were the leader and the twins. Seeing the snowy-haired twins were still unconscious from his gift, he decided to target the blonde. Swing the sword, Oliver growled in frustration when the leader dodged. "You're going to pay for what you've done."

"We'll see about that," the blonde scoffed, grinning underneath his mask.

"Yeah, we will." Oliver stabbed the blade into the ground. Cracks webbed out across the ground toward the revenant. He hummed in confusion, watching the cracks and slowly backing away. While his attention was focused on the ground, he forgot how close he was standing to the ledge and stumbled. He managed to regain his balance before toppling over the side, but his joy was short-lived when the ground beneath him cracked and gave way under his weight. Screaming, he fell into the pit.

Hand still impaled on the tip of a thorn of judgement, (Y/n) heard screaming and saw the blonde revenant fall past her. He was gone in the blink of an eye, but his horrified screams echoed throughout the pit before everything fell silent.

Looking back up, she spotted Oliver making his way down to her. He jumped from thorn to thorn until he landed on the one she was transfixed on. He abandoned the sword and carefully but quickly approached the tip of the thorn. He got on his hands and knees, helping (Y/n) as best he could. He grabbed her free hand, squeezing it tightly in one of his own. Using his other hand, he carefully slid her impaled hand off the tip of the thorn. His muscles tensed up when he heard her whimpers of pains. He apologizes profusely, a few tears of his own escaping his eyes. Once her hand was free, he hauled her up to safety.

Oliver pulled (Y/n) into his arms as he backed away from the tip of the thorn. His back slammed against the side of the pit and he slid down with the girl in his arms. Now sitting with her in his lap, he sighed in relief and nuzzled his cheek against the top of her head. "Thank goodness..." He cradled her head against his chest, listening to her small whimpers.

After what felt like hours, (Y/n) calmed down and basked in Oliver's warmth. She snuggled closer to him as they sat on the thorn of judgement. While he hugged her, she examined her mangled hand. The pain was unbearable, but she refused to let anymore tears fall. In all honesty, she felt lightheaded from blood loss. At this rate, her body would disperse and reassemble at a mistle. She wasn't sure where her body would end up and for how long, but she didn't want to leave Oliver. Who knows how long it would take them to reunite with one another. She had used all of her regeneration earlier due to being forced by their captors to fight the Lost on their way to their destination.

Oliver also noticed (Y/n)'s condition and knew he had to act quickly or suffer the consequences. He scooped her up into his arms and pushed himself to his feet. "I'm getting you out of here. Just hang on a little longer, okay?"

(Y/n) simply nodded and weakly wrapped her arms around Oliver's neck. When he knew she was secure in his arms, he approached the side of the thorn and glanced down. There was a thorn below the one they were on and saw it could lead them toward the ladder. Determined, he readjusted the girl in his arms slightly. "Don't let go, okay?"

"Okay," (Y/n) replied just above a whisper.

Oliver carefully and skillfully jumped down to the thorn. He felt the shock of the impact course through his ankles, but he pushed through the minuscule wave of pain. As he leapt from the thorn to the alcove, he heard scuffling above and looked up. The twins had awoken from their unconscious states and were circling around to reach them. Weaponless, he backed away from the ladder as the twins approached it from above. He glared up at them, but the revenants weren't even able to make it down the ladder before they were confronted by other revenants.

Within seconds, the twins were slain and the two revenants who claimed their lives climbed down the ladder. Oliver didn't trust them and kept his distance. "Stay back," he warned the duo with a growl and a sharp glare.

"We're not going to hurt you," the one with red eyes claimed. "We're here to help."

"By the looks of it, your friend needs it," the redhead commented, examining the girl in Oliver's arms.

"How do I know you're not going to make us do something against our will?" He snarled.

"We won't force you to do anything. If you want, we could take you to our base and heal up your friend. By her current state, I can tell it won't be long before her body disperses. Would you rather accept a helping hand or search for her blindly once her body regenerates?" The ruby-eyed boy asked.

Oliver glanced down at (Y/n), whose eyes were now closed and her breathing was uneven. Seeing he had no other choice, he went with the former. "All right. I'll trust you both."

"Then we better not waste a moment," the ginger said. "Time to get out of here."

Arriving at the church, Oliver learned the boys' names were Louis and Yakumo. Apparently, they'd been hunting down the group of revenants that took him and (Y/n) captive.

Once safely inside the base, Oliver reluctantly handed (Y/n) over to Coco and Murasame. They carried the injured girl to one of the rooms in the back and tended to her wound.

Feeling like an enigma from the outside world, Oliver sat down on the couch and took off his purifier mask. He didn't realize how long he'd been staring at the wall before Yakumo joined him. "So tell me... Friend or girlfriend?"

"Huh?" Oliver mumbled in confusion.

"Y'know, the girl you carried all the way back here. Who is she to you?" Yakumo pried, curious as to what their relationship was.

"To be honest..." Oliver looked over at him. "She's my fiancée. Right after we got engaged, the Great Collapse happened. We were never able to tie the knot."

"Damn..." Yakumo sighed sorrowfully. "Talk about bad timing."

"Well, your fiancée will be perfectly fine," someone said. Yakumo and Oliver looked to their left and saw Coco standing beside the couch. "She just needs to rest."

"Can I see her?" Oliver asked, pushing himself off the sofa.

"Go right ahead."

Rushing off to the bedroom, Oliver left Yakumo and Coco behind to chat with one another. Inside the room, he saw (Y/n) resting peacefully with her mangled hand healed completely. There wasn't even a scar left behind. He removed her mask, placing it on the nightstand before kneeling beside the bed and holding her hand in his. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of it before pressing it against his cheek. All he felt was relief and joy at seeing her peaceful form.

After a few minutes, Oliver climbed into bed beside (Y/n). When he wrapped an arm around her waist, she turned in her sleep and wound her arms around his torso in response. He thought he woke her up but was glad to realize he didn't. Kissing her forehead, he smiled as he fell asleep with her in his arms.

Oliver woke up to the sensation of fingers gently combing through his fiery locks. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of a smiling and healthy (Y/n). "You can rest a little longer if you want."