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em0zombie · 1 year

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the emperor reversed

Onceler X F!reader

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(also posted on Wattpad: @-beachboy !)

1. Fresh Start

It was a quiet ride to truffula forest, "Sorry about my mother back there.." Onceler apologized for his mother's actions. You wanted to smack him in the face for apologizing for his mother's behaviors, but you couldn't do that. His mother never liked you either, maybe she was scared of her son getting all successful and you stealing it- like you'd ever steal anything. "It's fine, Isabella needs to grow up and see that we both hold success in our future!" you place an arm around his, right arm up in the air, "Thneeds and Candyality!" He certainly was glad someone had trust in him. "Yeah, exactly!" Onceler responds and you grab both of yours blueprints from the back to look over them.

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"Are we there yet?" You groan while laying in the back. No response, "Oncie- I asked are we there-" siting up straight you see the view that you're in. All of the trees with pink and orange hues sway in the wind, you couldn't believe your eyes. "They're all, something alright..." your crus- friend speaks aloud. "Yeah!" You get out of the wagon and so does he.

"Good job, Mellie..." you hand the mule a carrot while your friend watches. "Why are you staring at me like that! He needs to be given another treat!" "You're gonna make him gain weight that he doesn't need!" Once yells from the back. You roll your eyes and feed the mule another carrot, he deserves it after having to deal with the two of y'all this whole trip.

...

The house was pulled out and held the two of you perfectly fine, until it came to the bed situation. There was only one.

"It's fine we can share no big deal!" Once said as you tried to hold in your excitement. "Better than when then the bar-bo-loots tried attacking us..." you mumbled while bringing your luggage inside. "Wait what?" Once yelled out, no response. Sighing, you sit on the bed wishing he was right next to you. God that stupid crush of yours was something dumb, you didn't mean to have it- it just happened? Growing up with the guy you saw how tall he was compared to other kids and how he had a kind heart to...some people?

Outside you can hear Once cutting down a tree which means he's starting to make more thneeds. From one of the windows you can see him dragging the tree, damn was he strong. He turned to see you staring at him, sent a smile your way that you returned back. You got off of the bed and took out your plans for your idea, Candyality.

The idea was basically a candy brand; lollipops, marshmallows, chocolate you name it! Your sweet tooth showed which Onceler would crack a joke about sometimes.

As you're going through your plans you heard bickering outside, Oncie and another man? Standing up you start to see a part of the house falling inward which causes you to scream while running out the door.

...

"What the hell was that?" The Lorax asks, Once almost yells at him again. "That was Y/N!" You hear the two yelling at each other from the back and you walk around to see the commotion.

"That damn wall almost fell onto me! Once, I thought you tied the foundation down-" you're cut off by seeing the short orange figure. "Who's this?" You point in confusion, the figure is appalled by finger pointing. "He calls him self the Lorax, he speaks for the trees." Once mocks. You bend over to see the man, "What an interesting species..." "Why didn't you tell me you had your girlfriend in there! I would never hurt a woman!" Lorax points at you, your eyes in shock. "Woah woah woah!" The two of you say in sync, "We're just friends!" Once states placing a hand on your shoulder. You nodded replying yet the Lorax sees otherwise.

"This man right here tried hammering pipsqueak into the ground!" You look at Once with frowned eyebrows, he doesn't like the sense of judgment coming from you. "Woah woah! You tied him to it!" he defends himself, "I would never hit this little guy! You however, I would gladly pound you and your mustache into the ground!" You couldn't help but giggle, he could never hold his temper. "For shame..." Lorax states, the other animals agree with him. "Look here I'm gonna chop as many trees I need to and you can't stop me!" You realized how bad this may start to get, "And replant them to help the forest stay as it is!" You lean onto Once's side, "Yeah!- what?" He replies.

"Yes! If we cut down trees we have to replant the same amount to keep the balance, and cut only a certain amount each time!" The Lorax becomes skeptical of this idea, but at least he keeps his trees. "I've done research and truffula trees only take 10 years to grow compared to any other tree that takes about 20!" Once is confused, "Are you on his side or mine?" he points to the orange man with his hammer. "Both." you state placing a hand on his shoulder with a mocking smile, you walk over to the Lorax.

"Believe me, I'll help replant them, I can see how much they mean to you." He still seems hesitant, crossing his arms you stand up and drag Once inside to have a talk with him.

...

Closing the door as you're about to have serious discussion with him, he yelps. "Oh what is it now? A spider again- Woah!" You turn around to see Lorax on the desk. "You've left me no choice..." he falls onto the ground, "If you do not replant those trees, all the forces of nature will be released upon you!" Once seems scared yet you're just confused. "You have been warned..." finally ending his monologue. You grab the door to open it for him as he struggled. "You have been warned..." closing it you turned back to Once. "Pound him and his mustache into the ground, really?" He places his hands into the air, "What else was I gonna say?!" You let out a small laugh and go over to the fridge, "What do ya' wanna eat?" You ask leaning and grabbing some stuff out.

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"It was one tree, Y/N," Once sits down on the bed with his food stuffed mouth, "One tree! Not like I'm gonna cause chaos..." That's what you were most worried about, if it all went down hill. "Don't worry, if I'm by your side nothing will go wrong." Sitting by his side you eat some spaghetti, "And if you help me with my project as well!" Giving him a soft punch on the arm he looks back at you, "I'm glad to have someone like you by my side, you keep all of that hope inside of me..." You chuckle and eat, "Okay no need to get all sappy now..".

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Hi! Sorry if this chapter was pretty short, I'm busy with graduation and college stuff right now so yea 💀 I'll make a new chapter soon!! - Val

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onceler-for-real-justice · 1 year

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HIIIIIIIII TUMBLYPOOS!!

for all of the people joining this glorious website from twitter: WELCOME WELCOME WELCOME !!!

i speak for all once-lings when i say that tumblr is the best site to be on !!!

I mean,

how bad can it be?

You’ll love all of the ask blogs we have !!! So many oncies!!! ///0_0///

In the Once-ler fandom, there’s one thing you gotta love and appreciate with aaaaaaaall of your Oncie-loving heart!!

AND THAT

ONCEST !!!!! :3

buuuuuut … liking other ships is fine too xD

well i think that’s all for now! Happy blogging new Once-lings !!!! >:3

#the onceler #oncelings #the lorax #theres no escape #onceler #twitter #rent lowering gunshots

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ethanthespookymonth · 14 days

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The Lorax Creepypasta

Hey guys! What a lovely morning for a Creepypasta, isn't it? This is my Lorax Creepypasta, and I hope you guys enjoy!

“Alright! I’m off to sell my thneeds!” I say as I throw the thneed into the wagon. “Well just remember Oncie,” mom begins to say. “If your creation isn’t a success- Well I wouldn’t be surprised at all!” “Wow, thanks,” I mutter to myself. I leave and begin my adventure to find a place. I end up in a forest full of fluffy trees. They were called the truffula trees. “This is the place! This is it, Melvine!” I say excitedly. Not even halfway through the day, I cut down one of the trees. It starts to get windy and dark out, like a storm was forming. A small creature, the color orange appears before me. He sees the tree that I had just cut down and looks at me. “Did you chop down this tree?” “No!” I say. I drop the ax on a small bear looking creature. “I think he did it.” Then the small creature looks at me in disgust. “I am the Lorax and I speak for the trees. And if you don’t leave before the sun rises tomorrow morning, all forces of nature will haunt you. You have been warned.” But I didn’t know that the warning actually had some very horrible consequences.

I go to bed. “Boy, what a day. That Lorax guy is bad news.” I close my eyes and fall asleep. It’s been a couple hours, and I suddenly feel cold water on my face. I snap awake. “What’s going on?” I look around. I’m in my bed floating in the river heading towards a waterfall. “Oh shit…” The Lorax and some other creatures helped me before PipSqueak drowned. “I just gave you a warning. Please understand the next consequence won't be as easy as this one.” “I swear to never chop another tree down.” The next day I get ready to sell my thneeds. Of course no one appreciates it, and I give up. After a couple days, a large mob of people arrive in the forest asking for more of them. That’s how my factory started up. Let's get going through the story.

The factory had closed down due to there being no trees. It’s dark and super cloudy. Can’t even see the sky or the sun. I look around and see the Lorax. “I told you this would happen,” he says as he puts a rock down that says unless. “Now they all have to go find a new place to stay.” The Lorax then disappears. “What have I done?” I ask myself. I feel ashamed. I feel angry and upset. I feel… sick? I feel something coming up from my stomach. I put my hands up to my mouth and cough up a rose. There’s blood all over my hands, and vines start to cover my body. “WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME?!” I scream in pain. This can’t be happening to me! Is this what the Lorax meant by the forces of nature haunting me? Did he curse me to become a plant? I feel another rose coming up and lean against one of the factory's walls. Another rose flying out of my mouth. “HELP ME!!!” I scream as the roses and vines grow onto my body. I can feel my eyes glowing and look in the mirror. My eyes are now glowing a bright green. My skin is bleeding from the thorns, and I fall to the ground. It’s too much…

I wake up and I go to the town close by. I’m holding my ax. “Where is that bastard…?” I say in a harsh raspy voice. “I’m going to kill him for doing this to me…” It’s early, so the sun is just coming up. People are just starting to wake up and go outside. “Mama that man is hurt!” a child says and points at me. I look at her and spread a wide grin on my face. “Honey, stay away from him… I don’t like the way he looks…” I grit my teeth. “This was never my fault!” I yell and swing my ax at the woman. It hits her in the neck, decapitating her. The child screams and runs inside. A man comes up behind me with a gun. I turn my head to face him. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you…” I say grinning very widely. “I won’t let you hurt anyone else you crazy son of a bitch!” The man says and puts the gun to my head. I raise my hand as vines grow around the gun breaking it. “H-how is that possible?” The man runs. “Very brave,” I say and follow him. He runs to an ally and I come up behind him. “How bad can I possibly be…?”

#Onceler #Lorax 2012 #creepypasta #creepypasta au #oc #original story

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cyberkoz · 3 months

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 (ex boyfriend once-ler x reader)

: ̗̀➛ info ; in which you run into your ex at a party

: ̗̀➛ word count ; 1,011

: ̗̀➛ tw(s) ; none

: ̗̀➛ a/n ; this is kinda ass and i doubt there will be any other parts but enjoy! also feel free to request ^^

It had been months since you last attended a party with your new significant other. You loved spending time with him, but you were more of a homebody and preferred to stay in for the night. However, he had been begging you for weeks to come with him to this particular party, and you finally gave in.

As soon as you arrived, you could feel your nerves creeping up on you. You scanned the room, looking for familiar faces when suddenly, you saw him. Your ex-lover was standing across the room, staring right at you. You felt a mix of emotions⸻surprise, confusion, and anxiety.

You had both agreed not to speak again after the messy breakup, but now you couldn't help but feel drawn to him. He looked so beautiful, and you couldn't take your eyes off him.

You tried to avoid eye contact, but it was too late. He had already spotted you and was making his way over. You could feel your palms start to sweat as he got closer and closer. When he finally reached you, you found yourself staring blankly into his beautiful eyes. You were flooded with memories of your time together and the emotions that came with them.

But then you remembered why you had ended things in the first place. You and he had agreed not to speak again, and you knew that it was for the best. So you broke eye contact and turned back to your partner, feeling grateful for the person who was standing right beside you.

"Ahh! Oncie!" You were taken aback and slightly shocked. You had no idea that your boyfriend had a relationship with your ex. He had never mentioned him before, at least not in your presence.

Your boyfriend then stepped forward and introduced you to your ex. "This is my girlfriend, y/n." You managed to give a forced smile but said nothing. Once-ler just stared at you with a deadpan look, making you feel uneasy.

Your boyfriend then turned back to Once-ler and continued, "Y/n, this is Greed, a friend I met a while back." You took a deep breath and tried to compose yourself, but you couldn't shake off the feeling of discomfort.

Once-ler finally cracked a smile and spoke in a low tone, "Lovely meeting you, y/n." You nodded in response, still feeling uneasy about the situation. You couldn't help but wonder what kind of relationship your boyfriend and your ex had, and why he had never mentioned him before.

"You two will get along perfectly," your boyfriend said, with a smile on his face. You couldn't help but side-eye him, wondering what he was thinking. "I'll be back with drinks," he added before disappearing into the crowd of people, leaving you and your ex alone.

As you stood there, everything felt so awkward. You were trying your best to make eye contact with him, but every time you did, you quickly turned your head away. You could feel the tension building up between the two of you, and you wondered why your boyfriend thought it was a good idea to leave you alone with your ex.

"Long time no see," he said, breaking the silence. You could see that he was trying to be friendly, but you couldn't help feeling uncomfortable. You tried to make small talk, but it was clear that the conversation wasn't flowing smoothly. You couldn't wait for your boyfriend to return with the drinks and rescue you from the awkward situation.

You whispered under your breath, "We should've kept it that way," hoping he heard you but at the same time, you hoped he didn't. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you could feel the tension in the air between you and him. A sigh could be heard from him, and he looked down at his shoes, fidgeting with his fingers.

"I'm sorry," he said, almost in a whisper. "I miss you so much. I can't stop thinking about you, Y/N." You felt your heart skip a beat, and your eyes met his gorgeous blue ones. The memories of all the beautiful moments you shared with him came flooding back into your mind.

"I-" You were getting ready to speak, but a sudden realization hit you, making you pause. You remembered you had a boyfriend, someone you loved and would never want to hurt. You took a deep breath and continued, "You've made your bed, and you must lie in it. I don't want to give you another chance." You spoke bluntly, but you hoped it didn't hurt him.

You knew that you had made the right decision. Though it was tough, you knew that you needed to stay true to your commitment to your current relationship. You looked at him for a moment longer, hoping he would understand.

"I still love you," he said, but you knew deep down that your feelings for him had changed. "I don't love you anymore," you retorted, the words heavy on your tongue. You had been holding onto these feelings for a long time and it was finally time to let him know. It was a tough conversation, but it had to be done.

Not long after, your boyfriend approached the two of you holding three cups in his hand with a wide grin. You forced a smile too, just to keep him happy, and Once-ler did the same.

You felt a sense of relief, happy to have a distraction from the heavy conversation that had just taken place. "Let's party, shall we?!" your boyfriend exclaimed eagerly, and you happily agreed.

However, as the night went on, you found it difficult to shake off the words that Once-ler had spoken earlier. You couldn't help but think about the way he looked at you whenever he saw you with your boyfriend, it was so captivating.

You wished things could have been different between the two of you. Now, you were stuck thinking about him every night before you went to sleep, wondering what could have been.

#⸻ ⟢ CYBERKOZ #onceler #onceler x reader #y/n #the lorax #onceler fanfic #onceler x y/n #fanfic #the onceler #onceler fandom #lorax 2012 #the lorax fandom #the lorax fanart #i have no clue what this is #reqs open #request #lorax #once ler

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pebble-cat · 1 year

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Reader x Oncler - smut/lemon

you wak up one day and you see a sexy, tall, green dressed, smelly, greasy, tall, sexy man standing over your bad. you gasp with a gasp and you sit up. ‘’What are you doing her Oncler?’’

‘‘I am here to take you virgin’‘ he speaks. ‘‘Ok’‘

the next morning you wak up again and u see barbaloots in ur bed and they are singingwith fish. the oncler turns around and smales at u. his teeth are yellow, like really yellow. you smale back and you feel very wet. ‘’Oh oncler I want u’’ u moan.

‘Ok’ he says.

‘‘Oh, Oncie!! I love you!! Ram me harder!! ‘‘ you screm. ‘Ok’ He says.

the end.

#oncie #onceler #smut #smut onceler #satire #lemomn #wattpad #torrensstuff

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cherryrainn · 9 months

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Hello! I have a little request for your oneshot book^^

Onceler x female reader;

( I'm so sorry if this seems like a lot,you don't have to write this if you don't want to )

Y/n is dating the Onceler and She's out with Isabella ( his mother ) when they come back Y/n is not acting like her usual self ( She has a cottagecore aesthetic in this one )

When she went out for coffee with his mother ( with espresso),she becomes hyperactive and will speak in a somewhat rushed tone,her hair is a little messy, she's jumpy and has a tendency to pace back and forth.( while spewing out some history stuff like the titanic for example)

After that Y/n kinda passes out from the espresso ( she's alright after that )

cute! thank you!

☽ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰

— a caffeinated heart

onceler x fem reader

the sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the place as you and isabella strolled back to the onceler's house. you had spent the afternoon with his mother, hoping to get to know her better and bond over shared interests. as you stepped inside, you couldn't help but feel a little jittery, a caffeine-induced excitement buzzing within you.

"thank you for the coffee, isabella," you chirped, your voice slightly rushed as you fiddled with a strand of your messy hair. "espresso always gets me going, you know? actually, i've read that the titanic—"

before you could finish your sentence, you realized you were already pacing back and forth in the living room, your words spewing out like a waterfall. your aesthetic, with its flowy dress and flower crown, seemed to match your bubbly energy perfectly.

isabella raised an eyebrow, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "oh, my dear, i can see that espresso really has an effect on you. such a passionate little thing, aren't you?"

you beamed, completely unaware of her underlying manipulative tone. "oh, absolutely! i just can't help it. coffee is like a key that unlocks a whole treasure trove of fascinating facts and stories!"

as you continued to prattle on about coffee history, the titanic, and various other quirky topics, isabella watched with amusement, her eyes glinting with mischief. she had always been a master at manipulating situations to her advantage, and she sensed an opportunity to toy with you.

"y/n, dear," she said in a sugary-sweet tone, "i must say, you seem quite enamored with oncie. are you sure he's not overwhelmed by your... enthusiasm?"

you froze mid-pace, your heart skipping a beat. "oh, well, i hope not! i just want him to be happy, you know? and i'm so grateful to have him in my life."

isabella's smile widened, but her eyes remained cold. "you're quite different from the girls he used to bring home. it's sweet, in a way." she lied, she knew damn well onceler didn't bring home any girls.

suddenly, you felt a little lightheaded. the espresso's effects were catching up to you, and the rapid pace of your thoughts began to blur together. "oh, i, um, thank you, i guess. i... i just want to be genuine."

with a mischievous glint, isabella offered you a glass of water, pretending to be concerned. "why don't you sit down, dear? you seem a bit overwhelmed. wouldn't want to tire yourself out."

as you obediently took a sip of water, you felt yourself calming down slightly. but before you knew it, the caffeine rush was catching up with you, and you found it increasingly hard to keep your eyes open.

the next thing you knew, you were waking up in onceler's cozy living room, blinking groggily up at him as he leaned over you with a worried expression.

"y/n, are you alright? what happened?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

you sat up slowly, rubbing your temples. "i think... i might have overdone it with the espresso. but i'm okay now, I think."

onceler chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "you really had a lot of energy earlier. i've never seen you so hyperactive!"

you blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. "i guess i got carried away with all the caffeine. but spending time with your mother was really nice, despite feeling like a walking coffee bean."

he laughed, pulling you into a warm hug. "i'm glad you had fun. my mom can be a handful, but i'm happy you're getting to know her."

#onceler #the lorax #y/n #reader insert #x reader #onceler x reader #fluff #ask #cottagecore

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xxrainshadowsxx · 7 months

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Interpersonal Chapter 13

Phone calls, parties, and Oncie's inner badass comes out to play.

TW: There's a creepy guy being creepy. He doesn't get a chance to do anything, but he does say some uncomfortable shit. Starts at "As you resist the urge to kick your shoes off"

You didn’t think, when taking a new job, that you’d still be going to your old office everyday, and yet, that’s where you find yourself. Since your new workplace is so close, you’d made it a habit to walk over and join Onceler for lunch. Walking through the halls brought a sense of familiarity to you. The only thing different now is that, no matter what, you always get stares whenever you come, even though it had been a couple months since the news broke, but even those stares didn’t bother you much. You’d learned to block it out.

You enter his office without a second thought. He’s on his phone fuming at someone, but that hardly fazes you anymore; he’ll calm down as soon as he sees you. And right on cue, as he looks up, his expression softens, he mutters a “Just get it done, I have to go,” into the phone, and meets you in the middle of the room where he wastes no time kissing you.

“People are driving me insane today,” he pouts as the two of you make your way over to his desk.

“What brand of insane?” you ask idly. He loves to complain about work, but he’s rarely ever wanting a solution, just an ear to listen, and you’re happy to provide.

“Incompetence,” he sighs. “Is it really that hard to calculate sales numbers? I can do it myself, so why am I paying other people to do it wrong?”

“Because you always say you don’t have time to do it yourself,” you remind him, not bothering to suppress a smile.

He narrows his eyes in fake annoyance. “Stop being right. I wanted to complain for a while longer,” he teases.

“Now why would you want to waste time complaining when I can think of quite a few other uses for your lips?” As you speak, you slowly approach his chair until you’re straddling him, and lean down to capture his lips with yours. He’s only too happy to respond, running one hand up and down your back while the other threads itself through your hair.

You’d be quite happy to stay like that the rest of your lunch hour, but all too soon his phone rings, causing him to pull away, looking even more irritated than before. “Son of a…” he grumbles. “I told him I didn’t want to take calls during my lunch. This better be important.” He grabs the phone and barks out his usual “What?” before his face immediately blanches. “How the hell did you get this number?” he shouts, his voice an octave higher than normal.

You put your hand on the side of his face to gently turn it towards you, the question clear in your expression. He mouths the words ‘my mother,’ at you, and your own eyes widen. You hold your hand out hesitantly, though you don’t want to talk to her either, but he brushes you off.

“Well he wasn’t supposed to put you through,” he’s saying. “And I don’t care what sob story you give me, I’m not sending you money… oh, sure it’s not about money,” he snorts. “Then what could it be about?”

You’re holding his free hand, running your thumb over his knuckles to help in any way you can, when he suddenly squeezes your hand very tight. “They aren’t rumors,” he growls. “I did confirm them. Yes, I’m dating her. And I advise you to choose your next words very, very carefully.”

Oh. So you were what had prompted this call. Lovely.

“Oh my God,” he mutters, sitting back and closing his eyes. His tone has gone from annoyed to exasperated. “Yes, she’s the one you met… I’m aware you didn’t like her, but that was just because she was doing what I told her to do… I was in the room the whole time, I was hiding under the desk.”

There’s a pause, then a loud shriek that even you can hear pierces the room. Onceler holds the phone as far away from his body as he can, a look of sheer disgust on his face, until it quiets down. “You done?” he deadpans before turning beet red a moment later. “No I did not knock her up! Don’t bother me again!” he shouts, throwing the phone back onto the receiver with a slam.

“I’m going to kill him,” Onceler growls as he stands up. “I fucking told him that I don’t want to take any calls from her–”

“Baby, why don’t you let me take this one?” you suggest, putting your hand on his chest so he’ll sit back down. “It was just an honest mistake, okay? I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.” You give him a quick peck on the lips and dart over to your old office before he has a chance to change his mind.

You know for a fact he probably did not mention to his new PA that he didn’t want calls from his family. He kept forgetting that since the poor kid was new, he was not going to run things the way you did. So, occasionally, you stepped in to keep the peace.

You stick your head in and see the kid at his computer. He’s very young, just out of high school. “So, I know he didn’t say anything, but don’t put through calls from his family,” you warn him. The kid jumps; he clearly didn’t know you were there.

“He doesn’t want to talk to his own mom?” he asks uncertainly. “Not ever?”

“Not ever,” you confirm. “Actually, here.” You grab a sticky note and a pen from his desk and scribble down the names of Onceler’s immediate family members. “If any of these people call asking for him, lie and say he’s busy. And if they say they’re here, it doesn’t matter what he’s doing or who he’s with, interrupt and give him a head’s up,” you instruct. “And I don’t care what he’s said–”

“Your instructions override his. I remember,” he finishes wearily.

“Good,” you smile before heading back into Onceler’s office, where he’s still reeling from the phone call. “There. All taken care of. Won’t happen again,” you reassure as you sit on his lap.

He still glares at his phone. “I thought for a second she might have been calling because of my birthday,” he mutters, almost to himself. “I guess I should know better than to get my hopes up at this point.”

You bolt upright and stare at him. “You’re going to tell me I misheard you. Today isn’t your birthday, is it?”

“It’s Saturday,” he grimaces.

“Oncie,” you complain. “Why didn’t you tell me? We need to go out, do something special. I don’t know what you could possibly want, or what I could get, but we could have a date night, just the two of us.”

The entire time you’re talking, he looks like he’s just bitten into a lemon. “I don’t like my birthday,” he mumbles. “Mostly because… okay, don’t kill me, but you remember that gala?”

“Yes?” You have a sneaking suspicion where this is going, but you’ll let him finish just in case you’re wrong. God, you hope you’re wrong.

“My birthday parties are a lot like that every year because that’s what people expect of me,” he winces. “I don’t like doing it, but there’s some people I need to keep in the good graces of. And if I try to do something private, they’ll see it as an insult, which is stupid but true, and if i keep it small, they’ll be awkward, so I can’t really do what I want, because if I had it my way, I really would just want to spend the day with you I promise–”

“Oncie!” you say loudly, cutting off his rambling. “It’s okay. I’ll go with you if you want me there.”

“I want you there more than anything,” he sighs, tension immediately leaving his shoulders. “Are you sure though? This would be very public.” He doesn’t say the words explicitly, but the implication is there: the press will have a presence.

You let out a huff of air. You definitely don’t want them there, but… “I mean, we can’t avoid them forever,” you point out, both to him and yourself. “I figured you’d still be taking me to any events, and we’d have to deal with them there too, unless you want to take him,” you tease, jerking your thumb towards the PA office.

Onceler pulls a face at that. “God, no. I only put that in your job description so I wouldn’t have to go alone if I didn’t want to, and then I only actually took you because I liked you. I specifically took that out when hiring this time. I can hardly handle a regular work day with him. I can’t imagine any extra time.” He pouts at you. “I hate HR laws. I liked you better.”

“I worked for you better than anyone else you’re ever going to find because I learned your quirks because I had a crush on you,” you answer smoothly. “Obviously, our personalities just meshed, and I don’t particularly want you to find what we have with anyone else. And I really hope you prefer dating me rather than having me work for you.”

“I mean, having you work for me and fucking you on the side was nice,” he says with a wicked grin. You narrow your eyes, but there’s no venom in your gaze since you can tell he’s clearly joking. “Anyway, even though I want to keep you, you should probably get going. I don’t want to make you late.” He gives you one last kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you murmur before leaving, lost in your thoughts on the way back. As much as you do want to be there to celebrate and support him, you couldn’t deny you were nervous about Saturday. If you were under scrutiny the last time you saw some of these people, that was nothing compared to how you were going to be judged as his girlfriend.

But, as you’d said yourself, you knew this was going to come at some point. And now was that time. You were going to stand by his side where you belonged. No one was going to take that from you.

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Saturday morning found you waking up to an empty bed. This didn’t faze you; despite how heavy of a sleeper he was, his body also operated on a near-perfect sleep schedule–he woke up at almost the same time every day. On weekends, when you preferred to sleep in, he’d usually go downstairs and have breakfast ready by time you woke up.

You wander over to the dresser and throw on one of his shirts when you see a note on top of it. Curious, you pick it up and read through it quickly.

Darling,

I had to leave early to get some things set up for tonight. I’ll be back around six to pick you up. Oh, and I have someone coming at three to help you get ready. I’ll see you tonight.

Love, O

Your first reaction is to feel a hot streak of anger shooting through you–did he not think you could get ready on your own, or that you'd embarrass him or something? But you force yourself to swallow the initial feeling down and think about this more rationally.

He knew you could do this on your own. He’d seen you do it before. You remind yourself that this was the way he showed affection, and that most women liked having someone else do their hair and makeup and whatnot. He wasn’t trying to be malicious. He knew you weren’t looking forward to this and was trying to help in the best way he knew how.

You are disappointed he’s not here though. You were hoping to spend a few hours with him alone, before anyone else had a chance to intrude on your happiness. Instead, now there was nothing to do but wait.

At three on the dot, the doorbell rings, sending an echoing all throughout the house. You hasten to open the door, expecting to see one person. You’re not expecting a whole parade of people carrying clothing bags and what looks like entire suitcases of hair and makeup supplies. At the front of the group is a short woman who looks like she’s directing everything.

“Hello, miss!” she greets when she sees you. “Where am I setting up?”

“Um, through here I guess,” you mutter, totally nonplussed as you lead them to the sitting room. She starts unpacking her things immediately while you just stand there awkwardly.

Eventually, everything is put in place, and mercifully, everyone leaves except the one woman. “Sorry about all that, but I do like to make sure I’m ready before I start, and more hands make everything go faster,” she smiles. “My name is Mara. Shall we start with picking out a dress so I have an idea of what colors to use?”

“Oh… I was just going to wear a blue dress I have,” you mumble, rubbing your arm. Mara just smiles patiently.

“The one you wore to the Woods gala?” she inquires. You nod, not bothering to ask how she knows that. “While that one was lovely, I’ve been in the game long enough to know people will be expecting to see you in something different. Mr. Onceler did pay for a dress for you tonight, so I’ve brought a few.”

This was way more than you were expecting, but you go along with it. At least that explained the clothes bags, which Mara starts to unzip to show them to you. Most of the options are a little too fancy for your tastes. You didn’t particularly want a super full skirt, anything too bright, or glitter.

Finally, she shows you a simple but show-stopping emerald number. It was a similar style to your blue sheath, with a slit up one leg and a low back (which you knew he would very much appreciate), but everything above the waist was lace. You usually wouldn’t consider green, but it was his birthday, and it was much more muted than the shade he usually wore. He’d love you in it, you were sure.

“That’s it,” you tell Mara, who compliments you on your choice. The hard part over, she has you sit and does your hair and makeup with careful precision, keeping everything mostly light so you’ll still be the “centerpiece” as she calls it.

You’re in the washroom putting on a couple pieces of jewelry when you hear him return home. You slip into a pair of gold heels and rush out to meet him.

He’s talking to Mara, but his head swivels to you when you enter the room. His jaw immediately gets slack in the middle of a sentence and his eyes go wide as they restlessly roam up and down your body. You smirk to yourself. This was exactly the reaction you’d been hoping for. “Do I look alright?” you ask, just to mess with him.

“Uh huh,” he nods, seemingly incapable of getting any actual words out. He then clears his throat and shakes his head slightly, as if to clear his mind. “You look gorgeous,” he says earnestly. “Ready to go?” he asks, offering his arm to you.

“As much as I will be,” you decide, slipping your hand in the crook of his elbow before sending a quick “Thank you,” in Mara’s direction. He leads you out of the house to a car, one that he’s not driving, which is a little strange. Ever since you’d started dating, he’s chosen to drive the two of you around.

“I don’t want to deal with parking,” he answers your unasked question as he holds the door to let you climb in first. You suppose that’s fair. You get comfortable, but the second the car starts moving he pulls you close to him. “Who decided on the green?” he whispers in your ear.

You couldn’t stop the smile from forming on your lips if you had tried. “That was me. Happy birthday, love,” you grin cheekily, causing a sharp intake of breath from him.

“You’re going to be the fucking death of me. You know that?” he asks before twisting one hand into the hair at the nape of your neck and pulling you forward to kiss you with a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl coming from the back of his throat. You’re only too happy to kiss him back (thankfully there’s a barrier between the two of you and the driver) until the car comes to a stop, when you hastily pull away and silently thank Mara for the fact that she’d given you transfer-proof lipstick.

Onceler gets out first. “Wait for me,” he murmurs, so even though you don’t love it, you stay still until he makes his way around the car to open your door for you. You know why he’s doing it; even in the brief moment when his own door was open, you saw the lights of flashing cameras and heard the cacophonous noise of a thousand questions all being asked at once.

At least you don’t have to wait long; he’s at your door very quickly. You take his proffered hand to let him help you out of the car before taking his arm again and do your best not to look completely out of place.

Just as you expect, the cameras go mad once again, and it’s even more disorienting than it was at the gala. You’d be lost if he wasn’t here acting as a lifeline. “Just pretend they aren’t here,” he bends down to whisper in your ear. “They aren’t allowed inside, so this will all be over soon.”

You nod and smile up at him, and continue to allow him to guide you. You didn’t know if you’d ever get used to this, but it was a sacrifice you knew you’d be making when getting into a relationship with him. You were happy to make it when he was the prize, because your relationship was quite literally one of the best things that had ever happened to you.

The hard part will be keeping our kids away from all of this. The thought floats to the front of your mind unbidden, startling the ever loving fuck out of you. You’d never talked about having kids with him before. It was much too soon to start thinking about that, and besides, you were both only in your early-to-mid twenties. You didn’t even know if he wanted kids. Hell, you didn’t even know if you wanted kids. It certainly wasn’t a deal breaker either way.

“You okay?" he asks the second you get inside and are able to steal a moment alone. “You have a weird look on your face.”

You force the out-of-nowhere thoughts out of your head and go back to the present moment. You didn’t want to potentially ruin an already stressful night by bringing up such a delicate subject. “I’m just fine,” you assure him. “Just not sure I’ll ever get used to all that attention.”

“I know,” he winces as you step into an elevator. “I’m sorry. You know I’d take it all away if I could.”

“It’s alright, baby,” you smile. “You know I think you’re worth it.” You press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Where are we going? I don’t think you ever mentioned it.”

“Roof,” he says as the elevator stops and opens its doors, and sure enough, you’re on the roof of one of the tallest buildings in Thneedville, and it’s already packed with people.

Right away, there’s a major difference between this party and the gala: everyone is clamoring to talk to Onceler. And not only do they want to talk to him, but plenty of them want to talk to you as well. No longer are you just his silent arm-candy, you’re actually having conversations with these people and desperately hoping you’re not embarrassing yourself.

Some people, mostly the fashion designers, want to sell you things, some people are curious to see, as one model so eloquently put it “the girl who finally captured his attention,” (which made you wonder how many of these people had tried to date him) and only a very small number actually seemed genuinely interested in just getting to know you a little bit.

He kept you close to him for the majority of the night, but you were separated when he went to grab drinks for both of you. You were sitting down, resting your feet, and assured him it was fine to leave you for a moment, but now that he was gone, you did feel wildly uncomfortable.

As you resist the urge to kick your shoes off, a man takes the seat next to you. He's shorter than you are, with oily black hair and what he clearly thinks is a winning smile plastered on his face. "Um, can I help you?" you ask, wishing Onceler would get back here so you wouldn't have to be alone with this guy for too long.

"Actually, I think I can help you," he says, and you're immediately creeped out by his slimy voice. It suited him, unfortunately, but it also made you dislike him even more. "Theodosius O'Hare," he introduces himself, holding his hand out. You shake it quickly before pulling your hand back with some difficulty, since he'd been trying to kiss the back of it.

"Anyway, I have a great opportunity for you," he winks. You lean back, not caring about appearing rude at this point. You just want to get as far away from him as possible. "Come work for me at my start-up. You don't need to work for him anymore."

"I haven't worked for him for months now," you state bluntly. "You do realize I'm not his PA anymore, right?"

He just laughs. "Of course you're not. Not officially anyway. But we both know you're still working for him, just in a different way now," he says as he leans towards you.

And that was your cue to get the fuck out of Dodge and find Onceler. You scramble backward and run into someone. You turn to squeak out an apology, but to your immense relief, you find him right there, and judging from the fury in his eyes, he's heard that last comment.

"O'Hare," he growls as he wraps one protective arm around you. "Is your wife here?"

"No," O'Hare grunts, now looking at the ground.

"I thought not," Onceler says innocently enough, but you can tell he's only barely keeping his composure. "She's at home with your son, right? You should join them." O'Hare tries to slink by, but as he passes, Onceler grabs the back of his collar with his free hand. "If you ever even think about getting near her again, I'll personally make sure you're a head shorter. Got it?" he hisses before releasing him. O'Hare gulps, then scurries away. You can only hope he's left the party entirely.

You glance up at Onceler, who's taking deep breaths with his eyes closed. "Baby–"

"Come on," he says shortly before he grabs your wrist and pulls you through the crowd. He's not being rough with you, but you've never seen him this angry before. "I'm not mad at you," he says, seemingly reading your mind. "But I do need to be alone with you for a minute."

He leads you inside and down a flight of stairs to a dark, abandoned floor of the building. You're not even sure what this place is usually used for, but he seems to know his way because he quickly finds an empty washroom.

"Baby–" You're cut off again as he pulls you to him as close as he possibly can, burying his face in your hair. "Hey, it's fine. I'm alright," you murmur while slowly running your own hands up and down his back.

"I'm glad that you're fine, but I'm not," he says, his voice muffled. "It's bad enough to watch people flirt with you. But to say what he did…" he breaks off, shaking with anger. "That was unforgivable. You're mine."

"Yes, I am," you reassure. When he still doesn't emerge from your hair, you pull him out yourself gently, his face in between your hands. "Hey. Look at me." You make sure his eyes are locked on yours before you continue. "I'm yours. And no one is going to change that." With that, you kiss him.

What was meant to be one soft kiss of comfort quickly turns into something much more. Your hands roam over him as he picks you up and sets you on the counter near the sink. You wrap your legs around his waist and kiss him even deeper, the passion that you'd been holding back all night finally exploding from you both in a fiery need.

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