Strictly Professional ~ Onceler x fem reader fanfic

~CHPTR 19 my minds playing tricks on me~

Onceler woke up Tuesday morning, sweating head to toe. His recent ventures had left him somewhat disturbed, images of Leons lifeless body flashing before his eyes, haunting him in his sleep. It wasn't the death of Leon that disturbed him. No, that fucker deserved it after what he did to you. Onceler had always seen himself as a kind man, cowardly even.

The idea of taking anothers life would've shook him to the core before you. You. You drove him crazy. That's why he did what he did. Was it crazy? Possibly. But in that moment, the only thing he was thinking about was the pain Leon had caused you.

That's why he did what he did. Onceler didnt know what to do with himself. You had practically incapacitated him. This newfound anger triggered a chain of thoughts in his mind. You had to be kept safe, no matter the cost.

It was in that moment, Onceler decided: He would do anything for you. Anything

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You were in the office particularly early on Tuesday, maintaining the distraction of your personal life to your work life. Though a single thought passed through your mind, making its mark: I should call my mum.

"Thornwood County Department, reason for your call?"

"My mom, Caroline Gledhow, she's up for parole"

"Relation to the prisoner?"

"Uhm, daughter. Y/N L/N"

"Hold please" You tapped your finger on the desk, waiting for a response.

"Fucking Hell Y/N. I didn't think I'd hear from you again" Your mothers voice spoke through the phone.

"Hi mom, parole huh?"

"Oh, yes. I'm behaving myself" Your mom chuckled.

"We haven't spoken since the uh, incident"

"The incident? Heh, well as if I would let my daughters take the fall for that, it's my fault we got caught anyway." Memories flooded back into your mind. They had been suppressed for years, this being the reason you hadn't spoken to your mother in so long.

"When are you due to be let out?" You enquired.

"Well, if I get parole, 3 weeks"

"Wow , you must've been behaving then"

"I wasn't always so bad Y/N" You heard another voice distantly shout through the phone

"Listen, uh, I've got to go, If and when I get out, you'll be there right?" She asked. You thought for a moment. What if someone saw you? That would be a hell of a news title: 'Entrepeneur Y/N L/N seen collecting a prisoner from Thornwood County Jail' Fuck.

"I guess, put me down as your ride" With that, the phone line went dead. You sighed deeply, preparing yourself for the near future that involved your mom.

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"Y/N? Ya there?"

"Hey Onceler, what's up?"

"Do you want to come over? I'll cook us a pancake dinner, we could even watch a film or something"

"You had me at pancakes. I'll be there in 10" You hung up the phone. Onceler changed out of his sweatpants and hoodie swiftly, dressing in a button-down shirt and trousers.

By the time you got to his place, it was farely late. You knocked once before the door swung open at an unbelievable speed. It was almost as if he had been waiting at the door for you.

"Ah , Y/N! Come in" Onceler let you in. This time you could actually take in the beauty of his house. Elegant decorations were placed around the house, adorning shelves and corners. In addition to that, the smell of pancakes flooded your nostrils. You couldn't help but smile.

"Nice huh? Come on I'm about to plate up"

You followed Onceler to the kitchen, taking a seat at the kitchen island.

"You have a nice place here Onceler, the smell of pancakes makes it even better" He turned to you, smiling.

"It ain't too shabby, and I'm glad my cooking brings you such joy" You laughed at that. You felt particularly underdressed for some reason. You had assumed this would be casual, so you wore jeans and a sweater. He was wearing a formal outfit. Hm.

"I didn't know there was a dress code Once"

"There isn't, Once huh?" You realised what you said, a nickname.

"Well its less of a mouthfull than Onceler, sorry"

"No! I quite like it actually. Once it is!" He plated the pancakes up, spreading various toppings onto the table. Fuck, you didn't know cooking could be so attractive.

"What would you like to drink? I have soda, water, liquor" You thought for a moment, your mind settled on liquor.

"I haven't drunk in a while, whiskey?"

"Whiskey it is"

You made yourself comfy at the table he had set for two. You didn't even wait for him to get back with the drinks, immediately stuffing your mouth with the heavenly pancakes.

"Here you are, hungry are we?" He laughed. You rolled your eyes, stuffing more pancake into your mouth.