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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.

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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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cherryrainn · 11 months

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Can you please do

Cute Cuddle scenario or short

About Onceler x Female Reader

Thank you!!<333

HAHA YESS THIS SOUNDS ADORABLE

☽ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰

— wrapped in warmth

onceler/greedler x reader cuddles

note; this can be either onceler or greedler!

at first, he was so shy when it came to cuddles

but the more you guys did it, the more comfortable he got.

he's the big spoon, obviously.

however, if you wanna be the big spoon, he won't argue.

if you're talking, he just closes his eyes and listens with a small smile on his face. it doesn't matter what you're talking about, he'll listen because he loves your voice so much.

sometimes he lets you lay right on him, he doesn't mind.

his nose is dug into your hair, sometimes he plays with it and he doesn't mind you playing with his too.

he would be rubbing your back if you're on top of him.

he is so cuddly

instead of you, it's usually just him asking to cuddle, or he just randomly gets into it

he absolutely loves cuddles

his unreliable ass cant get into it sometimes, he's an idiot.

but he tries his best, that's all that matters right?

like, his legs being almost as long as the bed kind of makes it hard, but if he's sleeping he ends up wrapping them around you like an idiot.

this man snores. a lot. LOUDLY.

he even drools sometimes, but all you have to do is move his head away or start smacking him.

he's a big baby

after a long day of doing whatever.

if it's on a couch or something, he just holds you and rests his head in the crook of your neck.

sometimes he randomly takes your hand.

he loves spooning though!

#y/n #onceler #reader insert #x reader #the lorax #onceler x reader #greedler #greedler x reader #fluff #cuddles #cuddling #i love him

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adalwolfgang · 1 year

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helo. how about yandere once-ler/greed-ler x meowscarada reader?

for example, arrange everything in such a way that the reader first helps the Lorax to drive him out of the forest, and then it becomes all the same to her - for why repeat the same thing if the deed is done?

And I beg you PLEASE not in idiotic scenarios like: a yandere dummy killed, kidnapped and raped, but something original from you and what do you think.

I don't care that it will be a one-shot or a headcanon just from you)

I know russian, but I write with google translator lol

Onceler x Meowscarada!Reader head-canons

A/n:I’m sorry for the wait, school is ending soon and I’ve been busy! I use google translate sometimes as well haha! Anyways, since I’m not familiar with Pokémon I had to do some digging to get an idea of how to write you the reader so I hope this is sorta what you wanted and if not please let me know and I’ll try and adjust this!

Warnings: none I can really spot in this except once-ler and greed-ler are the same person. I don’t see the point of making them ‘different’

(Image found on Pinterest, I don’t own it)

This wasn’t what you had in mind when you agreed to help an old friend of yours. The Lorax.

Currently you were sitting by a truffula tree observing as barbaloots pick up this man’s bed and trying fitting in through his door. The Lorax explained his plan to you a day before, how he would put him in the river so he would float away. The Lorax didn’t like this man due to his habit of wanting to chop down all the trees.

The reason you were there was in case anything go out of hand. Like for example the barbaloots couldn’t lift the bed, or the man wakes up? Anything really, that the Lorax needed extra assistance with.

One day later..

The Lorax’s plan didn’t go as well as he thought it would. A young barbaloot was still on the bed as it drifted down stream. Luckily you saved both the barbaloot and the man since the current accidentally pushed them into the rapids where the waterfall was.

After that night of you saving him, the man you now know as ‘once-ler’ kept trying to talk to you. Problem being everytime he tried to make conversation, you would disappear if he just blinked. At first it freaked him out but he soon got used to it and tried to find ways to get you to stay around longer.

The Lorax kept getting frustrated with the once-ler. Even after all his warnings and tricks. Then when he noticed bean-pole trying to make conversation with you, that really made him mad. He didn’t want you falling for this idiots charms and advances so he tried to keep you away from him as much as he could.

Greedler era..

This was bad. Really bad.

The once-ler was losing it with greed. It got so bad to the point where you and the rest of the animals living in the truffula forest started calling him greedler.

You and the Lorax tried warning him but he wouldn’t listen. He even offered you a position. One you couldn’t refuse. Stay by his side.

“How about it? I’m the richest man alive! I’m making millions everyday! I can get you anything you could ever want!”

It scared you how much he changed in such a short time. You missed the old once-ler. But after trying to change his mind for so long, you started giving in.

What was the point? He obviously wasn’t planning on changing his ways anytime soon. All the truffula trees kept lowering in numbers. You felt hopeless in the situation.

After awhile of staying with the once-ler after finally agreeing to his proposition, you stopped trying. There wasn’t no point. It wasn’t as bad though either. He treated you like a goddess. Pampering you with gifts and trying best to his ability to make time for you. Which brings you to your current state.

“Don’t ever leave me. Please..” he would say as he cuddled close to you in bed. He almost sounded like his old self when it was late and you two would be cuddled into each other. Until the sun rose and he had to get back to work that is.

I hope this was close to what you wanted! 🫶

#meowscarada #pokemon #onceler x reader #the onceler #onceler #onceler fandom #greedler x reader #greedler

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cocacoffee · 10 months

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this one for you @theoncelerswifearoo.

I haven't watched the Lorax in 6 years so let's see how this turns out!!

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How Bad Is He Really?

Onceler x Reader headcanons!!

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Ok so, how did you even meet the Onceler? Well, sometimes you'd go on nature hikes, and then you just heard a loud thump, looked around ,and saw a tree funeral happening (THIS IS THE FUNNIEST SCENE IN THIS MOVIE)

You're just like "ok then.." and keep walking and then you see some guy trying to set up a tent while a lil orange dude with a mustache tries to stop him

The Onceler sees you and is just like "uh, could you help me?" And you of course agree and then attempt to help stop this orange gremlin.

Once The Onceler gets comfortable in his home you guys properly meet each other. You find out hes trying to sell Thneeds which sound like a really cool concept in your opinion.

You also befriend the Lorax.

Anyways you and Oncey like to have jam sessions together, he teaches you how to play guitar too.

The main thing that made you guys realise at the same time "oh fuck I'm in love with this person" is when he was teaching you a basic guitar riff and you guys touched hands.

Then here comes The Oncelers family.

You actually side with the Lorax, telling him he needs to stop cutting down the trees. But then, he just pushes you away, literally. After The Onclers aunt kicked away the Lorax into the horizon there you stood in the entryway to his tent.

"Onceler, you have to stop this. The creatures live in this forest and they feast on the food the Trufula Trees produce!"

"Uhm, Y/n, hello? You're the one who told me I should do what makes me happy. So I am! Making Thneeds are my passion in life and if you disagree now then you can just leave!"

Then he literally pushed you out of his tent.

"..you're a bad person Onceler."

Is the last thing you said to him before you ran off.

Then he became the Greedler, oh boy, things get intense. He tries to use his massive amounts of money to get you back, he buys you gifts, sends you free Thneeds, gives you money, and all that 'rich boy simp' crap.

The only time you came back was when he just chopped down the last Trufula Tree. You noticed a lot of the animals passing by your house and went to investigate, there you saw The Lorax pulling himself back into the sky. The Onceler noticed you and you guys locked eye contact.

He attempted to apologize for what he did but you pushed him away.

After a while though you started to regret what you did. He was genuinely sorry. Its a shame you never got to apologize.

BTW I have like 4 drafts of writing to post so yeah

#the lorax #the onceler #onceler x reader #greedler #greedler x reader

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cottondo · 1 year

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ONCELER X READER

CHAPTER 2. | butterfly milk

Your body was laying halfway off of the bed. It wasn't the most comfortable, or natural position, but it felt right at the time. You press the phone up closer to your ear with an increasing smile as you listen to your friend on the other end.

"Aww, Y/N, it's beautiful here! You'd love it. I just know it," onceler beams into the phone.

A soft giggle escapes your chest, a lightness in your cheeks as you hear his voice. "I'll have to come visit you sooner than expected then, huh?" You smirk into the phone.

It's been a few days since you've heard from him, and, no lie, you really missed his voice. It was hard to believe that it had already been a month since he's left.

Being bored was an understatement. Most of your free time was spent with Oncie. Living without him was pretty lame. Who else were you supposed to stuff your cheeks full of marshmallows with? Or sing stupid songs about birds when you both couldn't sleep at night? Nobody.

"Sure! I'm think the Lorax wouldn't mind! I've already told him about you. Well, mentioned you, really."

You glance out the window of your bedroom and notice the dusky sky. Your brows furrow slightly. "Just couldn't keep my name to yourself, could you, oncie?"

"Psh, nah. I just had to prove that I wasn't a complete loner." He laughs. "He thinks I am."

Wow. What an ass.

You roll your eyes and sit up straight. "Thanks, I'm feelin' the love." You snort back. He chuckles into the speaker, and you can hear a few things moving around in the background. He was probably cooking.

"Hey, don't be like that! You know you're still being thought about." He teases back.

"Yeah, well . . I definitely miss you around here. 'Wish you'd come back sooner." You sink into your pillows, letting out a little sigh in turn.

Things just weren't the same without your best friend. Of course, it didn't help that you liked him. Maybe a bit more than you should have liked him, for someone who was supposed to be just your best friend.

It was kinda hard not to like him, though.

Onceler was fun, though sometimes a bit artless, but he knew how to make you laugh, and always put you in a good mood. Most nights, at his house, the two of you would sit by the fire in the backyard and he'd play his guitar.

Nobody really understood him like you did. And that's why he stuck around with you for so long, you were sure of it.

"I know, I'm sorry. But hey! Just think about all the money I'll be making once it really takes off!" He's grinning, you just know it.

You bite back the worry in your voice.

"I'm excited for you,"

It's not like it wasn't a good invention- - it was just . . different. His family shunned him for it, people laughed at him, and nobody really understood the purpose of a Thneed. It didn't really need to be brought into the world, you supposed.

"Thanks. It's gonna be great. But hey, listen. You really should come visit when you're free! It gets kinda lonely over here sometimes." Onceler says, "I mean, the Barbarloots are pretty good company, but they've been over staying their welcome." You can hear him bite back some annoyance in his tone.

You smile, nodding as if he could see you.

"Hell yeah, I'd be down." What was that feeling in your chest? Was that your heart pounding?

"I'll start packing tonight." You laugh.

A few pots and pans clang around on the other end of the phone, and you cringe a little.

"Wait— really? I'm not actually lonely, you don't have t—"

"Uh, duh, yea I do. I'll head out tomorrow, so you're not an outcast anymore." You sneer. There's a playful smirk on your face, but it's not like he could see it. "I know you miss my company." It was a little hard to hold back the flirting sometimes. Naturally, you were just good at it.

"That's a little harsh. I've been fine on my own. It's nice!" Onceler retorts. "It's just me and the Thneed. Can't get any better than that."

You know damn well that was a lie. Man's been alone for too long, most of his life, and there was no way he could avoid that lie any longer.

You smile, teasing him back. "Uhuh, yeah. You're loosin' it, twiggy."

"Alllright." He puts an end to that teasing, and huffs into the phone. "Just call when you're leaving. I'll give you the address."

You kick your feet up, body hanging halfway off of the bed again. "Okay."

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When you got in the car to start your drive, you didn't expect it to have so many views. It was a long drive, a freaking troop, to get there.

You've heard stories as a kid about the Truffula Forest. It was known around most places, as the prettiest forest in the world. They say the scent of a tuft is sweeter than butterfly milk.

You can remember when you'd beg your mom to stay up and tell you all of the stories and fairytales of the one called the Lorax. A guardian of the forest, saver of trees. Endless tales of Swamee swans, and singing fish. Their harmonies would echo throughout the hills, and they'd swim through the crystal clear lakes.

So when you remembered the stories, you imagined it being as beautiful as they all said it would be. But seeing it for yourself? You couldn't even explain how amazing the views were. The hills went on for miles. There was a sweetness in the air, and it was light and floral.

Creeks and rivers streamed through bright grass, and in them, the notorious fish, and above high, in the Truffula trees, were the Swamee swans.

Some Barbarloots laze around, while others, climb trees and avoid your vehicle. They peer down at you with curiosity, noses sniffing around your new scent.

You jumped out of the car with wide eyes, pep in your step.

This was it. The place of your dreams- - the spot you'd been longing for to see, hear, and smell.

This was definitely the place.

#onceler #the lorax #onceler x reader #greedler x reader #lorax 2022 #lorax 2023 #truffulaseedlings #truffula trees

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xx-1c1cl35-n-t34r5-xx · 1 month

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onceler NSFW headcanons!

TW: descriptions of body parts, genitalia etc. Not much going on here tbh, slight sadism mention, please tell me if I missed anything!

Requests are open !

(banner by @cafekitsune !!)

Dick is like him ok

Long and pretty slender

Curves up ever so slightly

Rosy pink tip

Leaks a little bit of precum

Has a very very soft happy trail that's barely noticeable bc he trims a lot

So time for a big split bc this all depends a lot when you meet him

Pregreed!Onceler

Soft

Very gentle

Humble too

Goes pretty slowly and romantically

Not really a lot of Dom/sub stuff

Might go v soft either way tho

For Dom, ends up being a soft pleasure Dom

And for sub he's very obedient and all

Not a lot of sex happening at this point tbh

Lower libido

Does a the whole dim lights with soft candles and rose petals and all the romance

Rlly sweet tbh

But inexperienced

Will try and learn quick tho!

Aftercare is ok, he doesn't know what he's doing but he gets points for trying!!

Greed!Onceler

(NO THIS IS NOT THE GREEDLER THEY ARE ALL THE SAME PERSON AT DIFFERENT POINTS IN THE TIMELINE. IF I WRITE FOR ONCELER USUALLY I WRITE HIM IN MOVIE VERSION. IF YOU WANT ONCELER AND GREEDLER SEPARATE THEN SPECIFY.)

Ok so this is entitles businessman Onceler

Hard dom mostly

Ends up teasing a lot

Focuses on himself more

Arrogant and selfish

Oh you want romance? You want soft, slow sex?

Nope. Not getting it here.

Hes now fucking and that's it, one night stands only. And only hard and fast too

And if he subs (once in a blue moon) hes so bratty omg

Gets really kinky and nasty too

Low-key sadistic

Not usually physical more mental like humiliation and all

Gaining experience but not that experienced

Doesn't care as much about ur pleased anyways

No aftercare just sends you on your way

Postgreed!Onceler

Humbles down after he lost it all

Nicer

Stays a harder Dom but goes back to being a pleasure Dom

Very experienced

Subs very rarely still but will still be a slight brat, though more in a jokey way

Super nice

Cares a lot about your pleasure

Good aftercare too!

PLEASE REBLOG

#onceler headcanons #headcanons #not a request #x reader #hcs #smut #onceler #onceler fandom #onceler x reader #oncie #oncelut #the onceler #greedler x reader #greedler #TECHNICALLY SPEAKING KIND OF GREEDLER BUT NOT REALLY #the lorax #lorax 2012 #lorax

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loraxswiftie · 10 months

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Truffula Pie

Pairing: Onceler x reader

Summary: Onceler and reader decide to bake a pie with Truffula fruit.

Word count: 2,600

Warnings: none

A/N: This is my very first Onceler fic! I never thought I’d be writing for him, but inspiration strikes at the strangest times. If you like this story, please consider leaving a like, comment or reblog. Perhaps drop a request in my ask box. Thanks!

this fic is unedited.

The sight of him laughing beneath the sharp, midday sun, his back to the unrelenting brightness that still made him squint to shield his sensitive blue eyes made you believe, for even just one second, in the impossible. As much as you loathed that burning rock in the sky whose heat steadily rose throughout the dog days of summer, a new warmth was provided by another source and for that reason were you instead honored to stand underneath the sun’s rays until your eyes ached, your skin aflame, still hopeful for that promise of the perfect summer, one with one thousand Julys.

Your mind wandered and beautiful words came to you, all because of him. You were tentatively returning home, taking that first last step through the threshold of consciousness as you arrived wholly into yourself. It would take time to feel confident again. There was a certain uncertainty in the way that you moved, as if you were putting on a brand-new pair of shoes in need of breaking in. It wouldn’t happen overnight; it would be a while before you could run and jump around freely without any friction or phantom pain of things passed. It was a constant reminder that you were not quite yourself yet, but just the same as blisters would heal, so would your soul and you could count on him to make the journey as painless as possible, with plenty of laughs to be shared and a shoulder to lean on should life become too burdensome for you alone.

You and Onceler had chosen today to visit the densest part of Truffula valley, intending to pick enough ripe fruit for a pie. You started out strong, working as a team to fill a basket before the intense heat drove you both indoors, however, both of you had soon grown tired of plucking fruit off the heavily laden branches and began to frolic through the valley and climb trees just for the fun of it.

As the late afternoon sun blazed high above, you both attempted to escape the oppressive heat by hiding beneath the shade of a great Truffula tree. It was perhaps one of the biggest that had grown around here, and you marveled at its regal beauty.

The basket you brought with you to collect the fruit had become too heavy for you to lug around by yourself and so Onceler carried it for you, setting it at the base of the next tree you wanted to pick from.

While you focused your attention on picking some more fruit off several shorter trees, Onceler sprawled out in the shade, crossed one leg over his knee and admired you from afar.

You gently pulled a bright red fruit and inspected it for any imperfections that might render it inedible.

“What are you doing?”

Onceler’s smooth voice carried on the faint breeze as he peered at you with a little twinkle in his eyes. The smallest smile tugged at the corners of his lips; he clearly had been watching you follow this routine for a while.

Instead of answering him, you halted, placed your hands on your hips and looked down at him, “well, you would know if you were helping.”

Even with the distance between you, you sensed his initial unease. He swallowed thickly and waited with bated breath until you smiled at him and his shoulders slumped a little in relief.

“Here,” you watched him as he got to his feet, reached out and pulled a ripe fruit off a branch you could not reach and placed it in the basket, “I got one for you.”

“I don’t know what I would do without you,” a hint of good-natured sarcasm lined your voice as you laughed softly and took the fruit from him and placed it inside your basket. You had almost picked enough, you thought, and instead were you more inclined to watch your lover playfully search for ways to make you laugh or smile.

He started the day by tossing perfectly good fruit into the air and trying to catch them in the basket before they hit the ground, but you quickly put a stop to that; the fruit would bruise if it hit too hard and Onceler had not thought of that. He had then resorted to climbing and when that lost its novelty, he soon found other means of keeping himself and you entertained.

“I think we have enough, don’t you? We need to haul this fruit back so we can start on the pie.”

“I know,” he nodded in agreement. He bent down and grabbed one fruit out of the basket and at first you thought he was going to take a big bite out of it, but he looked up at you expectantly as he asked, “have you ever shined a Truffula fruit before?”

You looked at him for perhaps a beat too long, but he maintained eye contact with you until you answered with a shake of the head, “no.”

“Here,” he grasped a corner of his shirt and used it to gently rub the surface of the fruit, taking proper care to not miss a spot. When he was finished, he held it out to you and the bold red piece of fruit now had a shine to it that had not been there before. You marveled at the subtle difference in appearance as you took the proffered fruit into your cupped hands and examined it up close.

A smile took hold of your lips and you looked up at him, “how did you know how to do that?”

“Well,” he shrugged sheepishly, “I picked one once for a snack and when I went to wipe off some of the juice, I found out that buffing them a little makes them shine like that.”

“That’s incredible,” you whispered in awe, “this is perhaps the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen…and I’m lucky to be able to share the view with you.”

There was recognition in his expressive blue eyes: he had found himself in this brand-new world with the only one he wished to share it with. If beauty were in the eye of the beholder, then he preferred you to any tree, river, mountain or valley, but he wouldn’t yet have to voice that and something told him you already knew.

“It is beautiful,” he agreed with a fond smile, “very, very beautiful.”

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While Onceler did his best to locate what ingredients he needed for the pie, you washed and sliced the fruit. It was typical for him to do most of the cooking and meal prep, which was fine with you, but this was a special activity that you wanted to do together and so you busied yourself in the makeshift kitchen alongside him, trying not to step on each other’s toes and laughing together every time you bumped into one another.

You were in it for the long haul. Making pie crust from scratch wasn’t the easiest task, but Onceler knew how to make just about anything; you often thought of him as a magician in the kitchen. The pie would get made, the fruit was ready and waiting, he would work his magic and all would be as it should. For now, you admired him while you waited for him to explain the next step as he made the dough.

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"I'm trying!"

"Aww, darling!" he cooed with a touch of laughter in his voice, “you’ve got flour in your hair…and not the kind you should have.”

You blushed as pink as the Truffula tufts while he brushed the flour out of your hair, “I guess I got a little carried away, huh?”

“Maybe a little,” he agreed and booped you on the nose, only to leave a spot of flour on the tip of your nose and he burst into a fit of laughter at the sight, “whoops!”

“Not cool!” you laughed with him and wiped the flour off your nose, “why don’t you just make the crust and I’ll help with the next part.”

“Oh, you want to do the easy part?” he chuckled and shook his head with his arms crossed loosely over his chest. He had a fond expression on his face; joking with you was the best part of his day.

“You make it all look easy,” you were admittedly a bit jealous of his cooking skills.

“Well, I’ve had a lot of practice,” he shrugged and turned to continue his work preparing the dough.

Time moved slowly in his presence because you savored every bit of it, down to the very last second. While he kneaded the dough, you gently embraced him from behind and felt him falter slightly, his lithe body tensing then swiftly relaxing beneath your touch. Your existence soothed him in every way, cosmically touched by the universe at your fingertips that awakened a second sense of what is good and right and just in him.

He sniffed and broke out into a satisfied smile as you held onto him in the little kitchen. He couldn’t do much with you clinging to him like this but that wasn’t the point; he needed you just the same as the Truffula trees needed someone to speak for them and it all finally, finally made sense.

You are who this is all for. Yes, he wanted to prove his family wrong. He could make something of himself. He would. But what was the point if there was no one to share that success with? The only person who had believed in him from the very beginning was you. You steered him in the right direction, gave him good advice and did right by all beings, big and small. Your heart was in the right place and his would be too if he played his cards right. You both would be alright. He planned to provide for you both with his invention once he got the initial prototype off the ground and made it a success. It was a rough business, but that was what made it business. One foot in front of the other, a step, then another step, it would all work out…

Onceler took a deep breath as he continued to knead the dough and sink into your warm embrace. He was itching to complete this process so that he could scoop you up and carry you to his bed, where he planned to hold you and show you just how much he loved and appreciated all that you were.

***

The pie had made it into the oven some time ago and was almost ready to be taken out to cool. You and Onceler had retired to your shared bed while the pie was baking and as the two of you spooned, you tenderly held his hand in yours against your chest where he could feel your gentle heartbeat against his fingertips. The thudding inside your chest lulled him and his eyelids drooped. He felt no inclination to get out of bed and take the pie out of the oven once it was done, but what choice did he have?

He pressed a plump, love-stuffed kiss to your cheek and you cooed happily, snuggling against him even more if it were possible for you to get any closer.

“I have to get up for a second, sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear, “I’ll be right back. I promise.”

You didn’t want to let him go, even though he was only going several paces to take the pie out of the oven. You needed the touch of his hands and the warm press of his body against yours to soothe your aching mind. You were exhausted from picking fruit all day. You hoped this pie would taste good and was worth all the trouble, because you couldn’t say for certain how Truffula fruit would taste baked into a pie, but anything new was worth a try at least once.

You smiled to yourself as you watched your lover bend down and take the pie out of the oven.

Your Onceler.

You only needed to fall in love with him once, but you would have done it again, as many times as you could because your once-in-a-lifetime experience had become your everything and even that wasn’t enough for you yet.

You watched Onceler place the pie on the table to cool and then he padded back to bed, sidling up behind you in taking up his previous position. Your sleep-heavy eyes closed and you finally felt yourself succumbing to your exhaustion, but before you could drift off, you felt a hand drape across your body.

“Hey there,” he whispered to you, “looks like someone needs a nap. I’ll be right here when you wake up, sweetheart.”

You gave a little moan of acknowledgement and sighed contentedly as he spooned you once again. You fit well within his arms and you could feel his fingers gently rubbing against your side, soothing you towards sleep.

***

The entire room smelled of warm pie. You were roused you from your pleasant slumber by the soft swish of fabric and muted humming coming from somewhere in your periphery. You squinted, giving your eyes a chance to adjust to the light before you opened them completely.

You gave a big stretch and yawned.

Where was Onceler?

As if he had heard your silent inquiry, his thin frame appeared in your line of vision and you heard him chuckle faintly as he leaned over you and kissed your forehead, “so happy you’ve decided to join me,” he joked, which acquired a slight smile from you, “I just cut two slices of pie and I was hoping I’d have someone to share it with.”

“You could’ve woken me,” you mumbled as you sat up and rubbed at your eyes.

“Why would I do that?” he winked at you, “you know that sleeping is the body’s way of telling other people to go away.”

“I’d never tell you to go away. Even when I’m asleep. Don’t even try.”

“I know.”

He produced a plate seemingly out of nowhere and proffered it to you. On it sat a perfectly cut slice of pie with Truffula fruit and ooey-gooey jellied jam oozing from the flakey crust. Your eyes lit up instantly as you took the plate he was offering and you looked up at him gratefully, “thanks for baking the pie. I don’t think I could have done it without you.”

Onceler’s cheeks were dusted pink with blush and he sank down on the bed with his own plate in hand, “you’re welcome. I just hope it tastes as good as it looks.”

You dug in with your fork and took your first bite together. As you chewed, you couldn’t hide the smile that spread across your face. As the juice touched your tongue, you moaned happily, “Oh! It’s amazing!”

“It is!” Onceler’s gleeful laugh made your smile grow wider, “sure, it was a lot of work, but…this is amazing!”

“You know what made it worth the work?” you asked.

“What’s that?”

“We made it together.”

Your words were full of more sap than all the trees in Truffula valley, but it made no difference. The sweetness explosion was cataclysmic and the colors bursting behind your eyes seeped into the cracks of your heart and cemented your love for each other.

Sitting in silence broken only by the occasional laugh or giggle, you shared in reaping the rewards of a hard day’s work and the plentiful bounty nature had to offer.

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cottagecore-onceler · 2 years

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Chapter 5 / Onceler x Reader

Your head was spinning.

The blueprint you found between Onceler’s things was a project of an unimaginably giant factory. This complicated machinery’s purpose seemed to be remaking Truffula tufts into thneeds. Maybe it wasn’t his? Maybe it was an outside project which he, certainly, wanted to reject? Margin notes suggested otherwise. There it was, written in his handwriting: “smogue?”.

“Fuck this”, you thought hysterically, immediatelly wanting to dump his ass. How come he didn’t mention building a full-size, XIXth century style factory? What else was he hiding? You couldn’t believe you let him continuously lie to you. Suddenly you realised what the point of your vacation was. He was keeping you in here so you couldn’t see what was happening with his workshop. That’s why he didn’t want you to go to Greenville or pretty much anywhere else. You felt tears falling down your cheeks. You gave yourself permission to be vulnerable and it bit you back. You shouldn’t have done this.

You sat on the bed, closing your eyes. Breathe in, breathe out. Maybe this wasn’t so bad? Maybe it was just a practice drawing or some twisted form of a surprise? Building a giant factory doesn’t even compare to cheating, it’s just a… factory? Confusion replaced anger. You didn’t know how to feel about this. No one has ever built a secret factory without telling you. And where the hell was he anyway?

You knew you should confront him. Honest communication is the key to a healthy relationship. But he wasn’t honest, so why would you be? You quickly went back to his drawer and stuck the blueprint back between the shirts. You poured yourself a glass of wine, wrapped a thneed around your shoulders and went outside. Exceptionally bright, full moon emerged among the clouds, while you sat comfortably on your wooden porch.

You decided not to confront him. Moreover, you decided not to tell him anything at all. You wanted to see how it plays out and investigate a little on your own. If he didn’t want to talk about his work, you were gonna find other sources. After all, you were one theatrical bitch.

The sound of a car approaching brought you down to earth. You tossed the wine glass in the sink and ran back to bed, pretending to be long asleep. “This is definitely not a cab”, you thought as the engine was quiet, rather like a sports car than an old taxi. What was he doing driving around in the middle of the night?

The door opened and closed. He was extremely quiet while changing into his pyjamas. It couldn’t have been the first time he was sneaking out like that. He crawled into bed gently, trying not to wake you up, and put his arms around you.

You felt a sudden warmth in your chest. Your feelings toward him didn’t change. You knew there must’ve been a good reason he wasn’t telling you about this. But you weren’t gonna sit patiently and wait for him to finally tell you all about it. You needed to know, now.

...

You woke up. For a moment it felt like every other morning. Like everything that happened last night was just a dream. You quickly realised that wasn’t true.

- Good morning, y/n - Onceler was up and ready, making pancakes - how’d you sleep?

- Good - you lied - and you?

- Alright - he said with surprising confidence - what do you wanna do today? It’s the last day of my leave, we could do something fun.

“This is your chance”, you thought, “this is your chance to catch him in a lie”. And since you’ve established that he was keeping you here so you couldn’t see what he was building…

- Let’s go to Greenville - you proposed - I could use some human interaction.

- Really? That’s what you wanna do on the last day of our vacation? - his response was quick and almost nonchalant, but you could clearly notice a hint of anxiety unfolding in his eyes - let’s go to the lake.

- Again? - you sighed.

- How come you don’t want to go swimming? - he laughed nervously.

You shrugged your shoulders and decided to push it a little bit more to see how he handles it.

- I wanna go to Grenville. We could watch a movie.

- Actually, I just remembered - you could see him getting more and more anxious - I have to swing by work today. I’m not exactly sure how long it will take, but maybe I’ll get us some wine and we can watch a movie in the garden when I get back?

“Damn, he’s a good liar”, you thought. Suddenly, you came up with the most brilliant idea.

- That does sound good.

He seemed to be relieved.

- Okay, um… a coworker will pick me up in 15 minutes. Is that okay?

- Sure - you smiled at him.

You had to act quick. You put on a hoodie and leggings, dived into your wardrobe looking for a backpack.

- I think I’m gonna go on a little hike - you said, trying to sound natural.

- Cool! - he replied with a mouth full of pancakes, completely unaware of the true purpose of your comfortable attire.

You put on your hiking shoes and packed a big water bottle. “Maybe I should bring a raincoat?”, you thought, weirdly excited about your trip.

- Have some pancakes! - he looked at you with a smile - it’s the best source of energy.

“God”, you thought while quickly stuffing things into your backpack, “how can he act so natural?”. You finished packing and sat at the table next to him.

- Have some of mine - he stood up, put on a coat and gave you a kiss - I’ll be back soon.

- See you later, Once.

He went out. You quickly ran for your backpack and looked outside the window. You could still see him between the trees. You opened the door, as quietly as humanly possible, grabbed your bike and followed him.

(Broadcast - The Book Lovers playing in the background)

“If he sees me, I’m screwed”, you thought, trying not to breathe too loud. Your heart was pounding outside your chest. Was this a mistake? You walked behind him for about 15 minutes until you heard the sound of a car unlocking.

You quickly hid behind a tree as he looked around, stepping into a brand new Audi A5, on the driver’s side. “Fuck”, you thought, “that’s a nice car”. You hopped on the bike.

You rode right past him. It wasn’t exceptionally difficult as he seemed to be struggling, driving between the trees extremely slow. The picture of a giant factory appeared in your head. Was it built already? Or was he still working in it? Was there a tower with a secret office? Maybe a medieval style dungeon? You needed to know.

What worried you the most were the trees. You remembered the conversation you had half a year ago:

- Don’t you have to like… cut down the trees to get them?

- At first I thought so too! But then, since it came out that I’m not gonna be knitting that many of them… I found a way of harvesting them, which doesn’t disrupt their growth at all.

He wasn’t knitting that many of them. What if he was now? What if he started cutting the Truffulas down? You still couldn’t really picture the size of this in your head. How well was it going that he was building a factory? He must’ve been selling… hundreds per day? Thousands? Then you thought of another vital question: what kind of money was he making? The car, the suit… the bracelet.

You looked down your wrist. There it was, suddenly filling you with guilt. Tears went down your cheeks. What a fool you were, trusting someone so much, thinking everything could possibly turn out so perfect. You should have…

A sudden, sharp pain emerged somewhere around your forehead. Everything froze.

(Sin Fang, Sóley and Örvar Smárson - Citrus Light playing in the background)

For a few seconds, nothing was real. The world was spinning. Your body was… on the ground? It seemed like it. You grabbed your head where it seemed like the throbbing was coming from. It was a natural reflex meant to stop the pain. Instead, it intensified. Your hand was warm and sticky. You looked at it. It was blurry. And red.

The last thing you saw before losing consciousness was a weird, sort of car-shaped machine with axes attached to its front.

- Are you okay?

- Someone come here, quick!

- Call the ambulance!

- No, let’s call the boss.

- Are you sure? That’s a lot of blood.

...

You woke up blinded by the harsh light of fluorescent fixtures. The pain in your head was excruciating.

- She’s awake! - an unidentified female voice screamed. You looked in its direction. A blurry figure was staring right at you - are you feeling dizzy, honey? Try not to move too much, you’ve had a terrible accident.

You opened your mouth to reply, but what came out was completely unintelligible. A big tide of nausea went through your entire body.

- Shh - the blurry figure gently put its hand on your shoulder, keeping you from getting up - You’ve had a concussion. It’s much better now, but you still need to rest. Are you feeling nauseous? Nod for yes.

You nodded.

- I’ll get you something that might help. Just try not to move too much.

As the blurry figure disappeared, you had a look around the room. Your vision was slowly getting better; you noticed white furniture and sterile, medical equipment. You were in a hospital. It wasn’t the Greenville Hospital though, you were sure of it. You’ve been hospitalised there once, due to a bike accident. This room was small and much nicer than the ones they had.

You decided to get up and have a little look around, but shortly realised you couldn’t really move your arms and legs. For a moment, you felt pure panic. Were your injuries that bad? Then you realised this wasn’t the case. You were strapped to the hospital bed.

- No, no, no, no - you whispered. Suddenly you remembered what happened last night.

- Y/n! - you heard Onceler’s voice. He ran toward you and kissed you, holding your face tighter than ever before - I was so worried.

He was wearing that green suit again, with a top hat. You pushed him away, as much as you could with your hands tied.

(Elita - Sour Switchblade playing in the background)

- You were worried?! - you yelled - you did this to me! I know everything.

- What exactly do you mean by “everything”? - he smirked, sitting next to you.

- I know you’re building a huge factory and cutting the trees down - your memory was getting better as well - you’ve been lying to me.

- I had to - he said with a smile - I needed to show you.

- Show me what?

- The life we could have! - he stood up and started walking around the room - just look outside the window. It’s all ours!

- If you haven’t noticed yet - you replied with discontent - I’m not exactly able to move.

- Were you following me? - Onceler asked, changing the subject - yesterday. How did you get here?

- I’m not talking to you until you untie me - you said angrily.

- That might actually come in handy - he smiled - you shouldn’t be moving too much.

- What is wrong with you? - you almost screamed - untie me!

Onceler kneeled next to you and grabbed your hand.

- And what are you gonna do? Run away and get yourself in trouble again? I don’t think so.

You didn’t know what to say. It felt like a dream. The few seconds of silence felt like eternity.

- I’ll tell you what you’re gonna do - his smile was getting more and more creepy - you’ll stay here and get better. Then I’ll show you around. There will be no more secrets between us. Then, I think you’ll prefer to stay here with me. But we’ll see. How does that sound?

You looked him in the eyes.

- Get away from me - you whispered - you disgust me.

- It’s normal to feel a little agitated after a concussion - he stood up - but with all the medical professionals I’ve gathered here, you’ll get better in no time! Get some more sleep, I’ll be back in the morning.

- I don’t recognise you - you said - this isn’t you, Onceler.

- Don’t be stupid, y/n.

- Untie me! - you cried.

- Y/n, I won’t let you go back to your cabin, so don’t even try.

- Why? - you asked genuinely.

- Because now you hate me - he kneeled next to you again, putting his hand on your cheek - and I don’t want you to act on it. But I’m pretty sure you’ll stop hating me soon. And then we can talk.

You stared blankly at the wall, trying to figure out what to say.

- How do you know I’ll ever stop hating you? - you asked - after all this.

- Because I know you - he kissed your hand - you will want to stay here with me.

- I won’t - his face was inches away from yours.

He smiled.

- You will.

#I'm writing my dissertation rn which is why the chapters are very much late sorry <3 #thank yall for reading #hope u like it!!!#lemme know #ilu #the lorax #the onceler #onceler x reader #onceler fanfic #onceler fanfiction #greedler #greedler x reader #oncelerxreader #oncelerfanfitction #oncelerfanfic #greedlerxreader

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fartquen12 · 10 months

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Onceler headcannons :)

1. he defintly beats you bald and blue when hes mad.

2. refers to you a s a fatty mcfaterson

3. Hogs the toilet

4. lies to you every day

5. Invites the lorax over every day to piss you off

6. bites you when hes bored

7. farts on you in your sleep

8. when he cries he likes to scream into your chest and say that your a bitch <3

9. beats the actul shit out of his mom when she says your pretty

10. “your my woman.” *fart*

11. drools in sleep

12. adopted a rat and put it in your hair and let it poop for a youtube prank

13. features you on his prank channel where he abuses you <3

14. poops in your cancer medicine as a prank for his channel

15. has defenitly pooped in your car on roadtrips <3

#onceler #onceler x you #onceler x reader #onceler x fem reader #nominikylesallowed #nominiravisallowed #fartquen12original #greedler x you #greedler #greedler x reader

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sorialice · 11 months

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Onceler x Reader Fluff

Neutral Pronouns!!

for @arson-n-barf (for some reason your name won’t come up when i try to tag you 😿)

It finally happened. Your boyfriend, the Onceler, had gotten to the lowest point in his business. His machines had cut down the last truffula tree. His family, seeing how this would bring his business to an end, up and left the second they noticed. It had been about a month since it happened, and Onceler was hidden away in his little factory home, wallowing in his misery as he finally realized what he’d done to the truffula forest. You’d tried to contact him a few times now, but each time you’d open the door a wooden mallet would quickly shoo you away. This time, you wouldn’t accept that. You knew you needed to talk to him, and he needed to talk to you.

Taking a walk from the Onceler’s wagon to his little house was always a bit depressing. What used to be lush landscape full of pink, orange, and yellow shades, was now a desolate wasteland of stumps and smog. It was a long trip by foot, but you didn’t have the resources to get there any faster at the moment. Approaching his home, you knew better than to knock on the door this time. A faint light was shining through a boarded up window, the only light you’d seen in what felt like hours.

That must be where he is…

“Onceler?”

No response. You didn’t expect it to be so easy, but you weren’t going to give up.

“Onceler. I’m not leaving until you let me talk to you! Please just say something. Anything at all?”

“Go away. I don’t know who you are and I don’t care.”

That’s harsh! How does he not know? Can he not recognize my voice?

It then occurred to you that with all the smog you had to breathe in on the way, your voice had become a bit raspier and lower. Not to a disturbing point, but apparently just enough to mask your identity. Just then, peering up at the window, you noticed a small bucket up by his window.

That’s right! Before everything went downhill, he had a bucket where he’d accept gifts from any of his fans while he was away or was too tired to come out of his house!

“Mr. Onceler, I have a gift for you.”

There was a pause, and then a longer pause. Suddenly, the sounds of clattering metal began to approach. As soon as the bucket was close enough, you hopped in - as best you could anyway.

“Okay I’m leaving now!”

The Onceler waited for what seemed like an eternity before quickly pulling the bucket up to his window. He peeked through the holes of his boarded up window and that’s when he saw…

“Y/N?”

His voice was trembling, and his eyes appeared shiny and reddish.

“Onceler, let me talk to you. Let me help you! You can get through this. It isn’t too-”

“You shouldn’t be here Y/N. The air is too polluted. Go into town, it’s farther. It’ll be safer for you.”

The bucket started to lower, so as fast as you could you swung it forward, grabbing onto the boards. You were now dangling off of them, as the bucket was on the ground.

“Y/N!”

The Onceler punched through the wood and pulled you inside. He fell backwards, and you collapsed on top of him. You could now see the state of his room. It was nearly empty, except for a bed, a drawer, and lots of tissues and empty marshmallow bags all around. Onceler hugged you tight, sniffling and crying.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to push you away! I was just so lost in my own head. Will you forgive me, Y/N?”

“Of course, Oncie! I was never upset with you, I was just so worried. I wanted to tell you that it isn’t all as bad as it seems. You still have all the money you had before. You still have all this land to remake what’s been destroyed. You still have me! Unless we do something now, this will all be lost to time.”

The Onceler looked at you, and then to the window.

“Unless we… Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to change… That’s it! Y/N, you’re a genius!”

“I am?”

Onceler took your arm and pulled you up off the ground. He walked over to the little drawer and opened it, reaching in to find a little brown seed.

“Oncie… is that?”

“Yes. The last truffula seed. I think you should be the one to plant it.”

“I think we should plant it together. And I have the perfect spot. Come on!”

You led the Onceler back to his wagon you’d been staying in. Everything outside was dark and gray, but the wagon was still a place full of warm light.

“If we plant it here, Oncie, we could bring the forest back. One truffula seed at a time! Does that sound good?”

The Onceler nodded, and you got to work. Using a little shovel you found inside, you dug a hole in the ground. Onceler looked hesitant, so you took his hands in your own and planted the seed into the ground together. You enveloped the little truffula in soil, and stood back to admire your progress.

“Now it just needs…”

“I’ve got it!”

The Onceler ran inside and came back out with a little metal watering can. He watered the seed, and reached out to hold your hand.

“What if it doesn’t grow?”

“I’m sure it will. I’ve heard that truffula trees grow much faster than any other kind. We can check in tomorrow?”

Onceler nodded, and placed his head on top of yours. You felt him shaking a little. With that, you led him inside and sat down on the bed.

“Do you want anything to eat?”

“Oh, Y/N, you’ve been troubled with me enough already. I think what I’d like the most would be for you to just relax.”

You smiled, and headed over to the couch to lay down. You assumed the Onceler needed space, since he’d locked himself away for a month now. About a half hour passed, and neither of you were asleep yet.

“Y/N… I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”

You picked up a bag of marshmallows you’d been munching on, and offered him one in his bed. You fed him some more, and eventually the two of you cuddled to sleep. With that, the night was over. The next day, the truffula seed had grown to a little fluffy pink sprout. Eventually, the two of you managed to replant almost the entire valley together. The Lorax didn’t show up immediately, but in time he came back to help out, bringing back all the wildlife that had travelled away long ago.

and that’s it! hope it’s good and fluffy enough, I got a little carried away in the beginning there 😿

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xx-c4rr10n-xx · 11 months

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Onceler coloured in!

MY ART AND MY ART ONLY DO NOT REPOST

also please

REBLOG

love to everyone interacting with this anyways <333

#the onceler #the greedler #the lorax (2012)#onceler x reader #greedler x reader #art #my art #greedler #the lorax #fanart #onceler #onceler fandom #once ler

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em0zombie · 1 year

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THE EMPEROR REVERSED !

[ONCELER X F! READER]

(Also posted on Wattpad: @-Beachboy !)

- "He's a tyrant, domineering, rigid, stubborn, recklessness stupid man!"

Synopsis 彡 IN WHERE y/n grows farther and farther away from her lover after trying so hard to see the good in him [FRIENDS to ENEMIES to LOVERS !]

Chapter 1. FRESH START

Chapter 2, ???

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cherryrainn · 11 months

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hii can u pls write onceler (dom) smut w a fem reader????

YEAH I CAN!! i dunno what to do for the story since you didn't ask for one, so i'm just going to write something random, hope it's okay!

☽ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰

— eternal embrace

onceler (greedler) x reader

the room was bathed in the warm, golden hues of the setting sun, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere. you sat comfortably on the window sill, enjoying a peaceful moment in the presence of your boyfriend, onceler. as he sauntered into the room, a confident smirk played on his lips.

"well, well, well, look who we have here," onceler remarked, his voice laced with playful arrogance. he ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his light-blue eyes fixated on you with a mischievous glint. "if it isn't my favorite partner in crime, sitting there, stealing the view."

he closed the door behind him, striding towards you with a self-assured swagger. leaning against the wall, he crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow. "you know, y/n, i can't help but be so captivated by your presence. it's like a magnet, drawing me in with that irresistible charm of yours."

onceler took a deliberate step closer, his voice dropping to a seductive undertone. "you've got this way of turning heads wherever you go, babe. it's no wonder they say i'm the lucky one to have you by my side."

a smug smile played on his lips as he continued, his voice filled with unabashed confidence. "i've gotta admit, being with you, it's like having the key to the world. we make quite the pair, don't we?"

he reached out, lightly tracing a finger along your cheek. "but let's not keep it all business, babe. let's indulge in some well-deserved fun. tonight, we'll create our own adventure, just you and me. no rules, no limits."

he gave a wicked grin, eyes dancing with barely contained excitement. "we're gonna have us a time that'll last till dawn." as you stared at him, mouth agape, you felt your heart quicken. "so, whaddya say, love? wanna play nice and cozy with me?" you nodded slowly, still unable to speak.

onceler smirked, his hands sliding up your sides, cupping your breasts. "that's better. now, hold on tight, 'cause i'm about to show you a whole lotta love."

he pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed you deeply, his tongue flicking out to tease your bottom lip. you felt yourself melt beneath his touch as he pressed you against the wall, kissing you feverishly. your legs parted, instinctively wanting more, and onceler obliged, pushing your skirt up over your hips.

onceler broke from your kiss, pulling back for air, his lips lingering on yours. "oh, you're a naughty little thing," he whispered.

you glanced down, noticing how his pants had slid further down, revealing the length of his thighs. as his fingers traced the curve of your spine, his gaze met yours, causing a shiver to run down your spine. you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment at his blatant flirting, and didn't even bother trying to hide it.

"what would you like, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "tell me what you'd like, and i promise you, you'll get it."

you gulped, feeling flushed and breathless as you struggled to form the words.

"i...um..."

onceler leaned in again, his hands roaming freely across your body. "do you like the way i taste?" he breathed, sliding his hand between your thighs.

you shuddered, arching your back, moaning softly. "tell me if you like it."

onceler's fingers slipped inside you, gently stroking your wet flesh. you moaned, throwing your head back, shuddering as pleasure coursed through you.

onceler's grin widened, a devilish sparkle in his eye. "you like that, huh? i knew you were a dirty girl."

his fingers moved faster, rubbing you in a circular motion, making you whimper.

"you see, i could stop right now," he purred. "but i think you'd rather i didn't."

you gasped, gripping the fabric of his tailcoat in your fists. "yes," you breathed. onceler smiled, his fingers slowing their movements as he pulled away, gazing into your eyes. "good girl."

he slid his hands back to your waist, lifting you onto your tiptoes, his arms wrapping around your bare back. you laid your hands on his shoulders, watching as he began to unbutton his tie. as the buttons came undone, a flush crept up his neck, making his eyes glow with desire.

"oh, love," he breathed. he pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. you gazed hungrily at him, admiring every inch of his physique.

onceler's fingers grazed your collarbone, his thumb brushing across your throat. "here we are," he said, kissing your neck, his hand moving down your chest.

you parted your legs, allowing him access to you, already glistening with arousal. he dipped a finger inside again, your moans muffled by his lips.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he thrust his fingers in and out of you, fucking you with slow, steady strokes

onceler pulled his hand free, sucking his digits clean. "your juices are so sweet," he murmured, staring into your eyes.

you nodded slightly, biting your lip. "please..." you muttered, your voice barely audible.

onceler moved between your legs, teasing your clit with feather-light touches. you panted softly, biting your lower lip. he finally slipped inside, stretching you open, eliciting a sharp cry from you.

"shh, just relax," he cooed, kissing your temple. "just let me take care of you."

as he spoke, he began to move in a slow rhythm, his thumbs rubbing against your sensitive flesh. his touch was gentle, yet firm, sending a pleasurable shiver down your spine.

"god, you're so beautiful," he murmured, running his hands over your body. "i could watch you forever."

you gripped his shoulder, shuddering as waves of pleasure coursed through you. you'd never been touched so tenderly, and it only made you crave more.

onceler glanced down, seeing how hard your nipples had become. he bent forward, capturing one with his lips, sucking it into his mouth, drawing out a deep moan from you.

you mewled, clutching the front of his shirt. "don't stop," you begged. "i need you to give me everything."

onceler sped up, plunging deeper inside you, making you gasp. you dug your nails into his neck, burying your face in his shoulder as he fucked you with quick thrusts.

he pulled free, he traced his fingertips down your stomach, grazing your clit, causing you to buck against him.

onceler chuckled, kissing the base of your neck. "you really do love it, don't you?"

you nodded, biting your lip. "please," you pleaded.

onceler grinned, placing his hand on your hip. "okay, baby, but just remember, you only get what you ask for. now, tell me, what do you want?"

you turned your head, meeting his eyes, your voice trembling. "i...i want you."

"all yours, my love," he said, bending down to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

onceler's member slipped inside you again, eliciting another sharp cry from you. he drew back, gazing into your eyes as he pushed inside, you cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your face against his shoulder.

onceler stroked your thigh, him moving inside you, playing with your clit. you whimpered, rocking against him, desperate to feel more. as he rubbed himself against you, you bit your lip, your breathing heavy.

onceler's thrusts became quicker, his member becoming rougher. you moaned loudly, your hips buckling against him. you grabbed his arms, your nails digging into his skin, the pain only adding to the pleasure. as he pounded you, his hands slid up your torso, cupping your breasts.

onceler moaned softly, rubbing your breast. you cried out, grinding against him, your legs trembling as pleasure rushed through you, pooling between your thighs.

onceler growled, his hips slamming against yours as he poured his seed inside you. he collapsed, gasping for breath, his weight resting on you.

you glanced up at him, seeing the love in his eyes. "i love you," he whispered, brushing your hair from your face.

note; don't write smut often, so it may not be the best. but i tried!

#onceler #the lorax #greedler #greedler x reader #y/n #female reader #x reader #smut #hehehe

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Hello!

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢'𝐦 𝐢𝐧!

𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

I may struggle with mental health due to my bad mental stability but i can try to get stuff out as soon as possible. Also, you don't just have to send me requests! I love to talk w/ you. (maybe, gotta see if i like you first ;) )

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔:

FNaF (IT'S ALWAYS BEEN HERE BUT ITS BEEN STRONG LATELY lol)

Freddy (any version Glamrock, Rockstar, toy, nightmare..? Phantom?) Chica (Any version ^) Bonnie (Again, any version, even glamrock, or withered cuz withered bon is cool) Foxy (every foxy, even funtime, toy, captain foxy [hw2] or Glamrock foxy igg???) Roxy/ Roxanne Wolf Monty/Montgomery Gator Mapbot... He's so misunderstood... :( Almost any others. Just ask

𝔼ℕℂ𝔸ℕ𝕋𝕆 (not rly into it anymore... ill still write tho)

Bruno x Reader

Camilo x Reader

Dolores x reader

Antonio x reader (platonic)

Isabella x reader

Luisa x reader

Mirabel x reader

THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS (this fandom has become toxic, i might still write for it but there is a lot of r34 and i might not write...

Jax

Ragatha

Zooble

Gangle

Kinger

Queener

Kaufmo

Caine

𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘐 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘌: 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 (rarely cause I'M SO SORRY BUT HOW DO PEOPLE LOVE ANGST? It makes me mad for some reason?????) 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮, 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘵𝘤 (Cause yeah relatable) 𝘴e𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 (I LOVE reading and writing fluff) 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘗𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘊 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵/𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘨𝘣𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 (𝘪 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵, I love writing when the newer boy/girl/whatever-friend is comforting them after mentioning it)

If something isn’t on here that you wanna request, just ask me! I write fucked up shit too, sooo…. 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘐 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘌: 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘹 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵 (𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤) 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘦 (𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥)

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