Onceler X Fem!reader Oneshots!

Onceler x mother!reader (part 3)

Onceler's POV

I sat in my chair, playing my guitar for (c/n), his little hands clapping to the beat. I smiled and finished the song, bowing slightly as (c/n) cheered waving his hands in the air. I chuckled
"Hehe, thank you! I'm here all week!" I announced like a comedian.

"Beanpole! Beanpole!" I snapped my head towards the sound of the voice, I saw the orange furry peanut running towards me with worry in his eyes.
I got out of my chair
"What's wrong? Is about what I'm do-"
"No! It's (y/n)! A group of men kidnapped her! You need to come quick!" He shouted, my frown turned into a horrified look

"W-where did she go? Did you see where she went?!" My hands balled into fists
"I ordered some swomee-swans to follow the van, come in let's go!" He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door, I picked up (c/n) and placed him in his cot.

"I'll be back in a bit okay? I promise" I gave him a reassuring look before running out of the door
"Ubb! Take care of (c/n) while I'm gone!" My uncle jumped at my shouting and ran to my office.

"I'm going to find my girl.."

Time skip - your POV

My eyes adjusted to the dark as I groaned to the throbbing pain in my head. I couldn't see a fucking thing. Is this how I die? God damnit..
"Wh?.. where the fuck am I?..."
After a few seconds of silence, I heard footsteps enter the room and a gruff voice
"Then he said - let there be light!" A flick of a switch and a bright light filled my vision, I winced and opened one eye to see a man wearing a black suit and tie, black trousers and a white shirt. He had a huge, thick scar across his cheek and eye and dark hair. "Quoting God, yknow? Haha! I always crack myself up.." he joked, he stopped walking towards me and he squatted to meet my gaze.

"'Ello there pr'tty lady~ seems yer the one we've been lookin' for! It's (y/n) right?" He asked while giving a smug smirk, I glared at him
"Why? What do you want with me?!" He chuckled at my question
"Don't play stupid Hun, you are the wife of Alastor Lawrence! And well, he's had a bit of trouble with me 'n' my men, yknow.. the ones that chased you?"
"Alastor? Listen, I don't know anything else about him! He's never told me about his business or where he left to! Please, spare me!" Tears pricked my eyes as I begged.

He grinned and leaned on a tray, my eyes widened when I saw a set of knifes, hammers, nails and scalpels. He picked up a scalpel and played with it
"Well, you see.. that's not really good enough is it? I want answer, I NEED answers!" He shouted as he stormed over to me, I flinched at his sudden change of voice.

He then chuckled, turning around and walking over to the tray again.
"Listen, we will spare you IF you tell us about where he ran off to! And if you don't, after you're dead we will be going for your child next!" I saw a grin on his face as he picked up a knife, he strolled over to me and placed the tip of it on to my cheek.

"I'll give you one more chance, bitch" he growled into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I stayed quiet as he pushed the knife down into my skin, I held in a scream and bit my lip till it bled. He then swiftly slashed it to the side and a scream jolted out from my lips, he laughed and ripped my shirt off. Leaving me in bra, he slashed at my stomach and arms as I cried out.

He stopped for a minute and bent down to my level, a sadistic smile on his face
"You wanna tell us now?" I looked at him confused
"..us?" My eyes shot towards the door as a group of men carrying ropes, bats and crowbars came in. Were they the ones that chased me?

"Cmon boys, I'll leave her in your care" he smiled and left the room. I thrashed and screamed until a rope went into my mouth, a bat made contact with my stomach, hitting my ribs and an unimaginable amount of pain shot through my body. They hammered nails into my finger tips, groped my breasts, punched my face, cut me, whipped me, tortured me.

I was gasping for air between each scream that erupted from me, my skin and clothes were covered in blood, and my body was tired and sore. Blood seeped down the cuts, my fingertips and down my head, the metallic and salty taste in my mouth. Not to mention the throbbing pain in all the bruises that covered my body.

As I waited for my death, I couldn't stop thinking about Oncie and (c/n), are they ever going to see me again? Am I ever going to tell the Onceler how much I love him? Am I ever going to watch my son grow up and go to school? It doesn't matter.. it's all over now...

My head sagged and they walked out of the room and locked me in, I sobbed and waited, waited and waited...

Once-ler's POV

Me, the Lorax and police were outside of the house that the Lorax said the swomee-swans followed the van to, I was shaking with anger and worry
"If they've done something to (y/n), I swear to god I will fucking-"
"Hey hey beanpole, everything will be fine, the cops will take of it" The Lorax assured me, I looked at him in the eyes until I calmed down.
"You better be right.."

"Ok boys, 3, 2, 1... NOW!" The captain shouted and booted down the door, he and his squad swarmed into the house and me and the Lorax waited outside. I tapped my foot nervously and fiddled with my fingers
"W-what if she's dead? Oh god what will I do?! Is (c/n) going to remember her?" I squatted and held my face in my hands, the Lorax patting my back as I had a meltdown.

I looked up and saw a few men coming out with handcuffs on, they looked filthy and.. is that blood? From inside of the house I heard an officer shout something that made my heart sink
"Someone call the hospital! Now!" I jumped to my feet and ran, the Lorax called after me as I ran through the house.
"(Y/N)! (Y/N) PLEASE!" I kept running and did not stop till I found her, I shouted her name begging for an answer until I saw a man in the basement, he wore a suit and was holding her hostage. The cops pointed guns towards him and he pointed a gun to her temple.

She looked at me watery eyes, my heart snapped into a million pieces
"O..Onceler..." She reached out for me, I looked at her fingers and saw 6 inch metal nails, which were covered in blood. Her face was cut, bloody and bruised, her body looked on the point of mutilated.

"Hand her over, and we won't shoot." A cop warned, I wanted to run and grab her, but I knew it would get her killed. The man in the suit laughed
"Listen, all I want is her husband. And she'll be fine"
"Ex.. husband-"
"Whatever bitch don't correct me!" He shoved the gun to the side of her head and she whimpered, I screamed
"FINE? SHE LOOKS FINE? LOOK AT HER! THE DAMAGE IS ALREADY DONE!"

He grinned at me, and suddenly.. bang!