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Harvesting- Chapter 3 (Onceler x Reader) by moot3100, literature

Literature

Harvesting- Chapter 3 (Onceler x Reader)

As you can guess, breakfast was very…awkward, to say the list. Pancakes were eaten in tense silence, the only sound being heard my rapid heart beat and Gracie licking her unmentionables. Every now and then, I’d steal a quick glance at Onceler, as if making sure his eyes hadn't changed while I wasn't looking. It doesn't make any sense, I thought, grabbing the truffula syrup and pouring the murky liquid over my flapjacks. How could that sweet, innocent Onceler I’d come to know suddenly turn into…that? When he came to my farm, he was in tears...but which one of him was crying? The logical choice would be the s

Harvesting- Chapter 2 (Onceler x Reader) by moot3100, literature

Literature

Harvesting- Chapter 2 (Onceler x Reader)

“Like this, _______?” “No, you dope! Like this!” About a month had passed since I last met the Onceler. This infamous villain had been known for slaughtering of the trees for both profit and other personal gains. Since his arrival, he had made smiley-face pancakes, practically inhaled three packs of marshmallows, and was currently helping me to trim a truffula tree, all the while wearing my frilly, pink apron. He insisted on wearing it to help keep away, and I quote, the “creepy crawlies”. Isn’t he in his twenties? I was standing behind him, hands firmly planted on my hips, coach

Harvesting (Onceler x Reader) by moot3100, literature

Literature

Harvesting (Onceler x Reader)

Beep beep. Beep beep. The melodious song of your alarm clock blared beside you, the mere volume of the sound shaking the nightstand. With squinted eyes, you fumbled around in the darkness for your glasses. You pushed them up the bridge of your nose and looked at the time. Six in the morning. Fan-flippin'-tastic. Silencing the noisy device, you stood, running a hand through your messy (h/c) locks. I hadn’t intended to get up this early, especially on a Saturday, you thought to yourself, tired beyond belief. For the past few weeks, you’d been working tirelessly to care for your truffula farm. These eerie-looking