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[anotheruselessfangirl]

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[anotheruselessfangirl]

Whisky Kisses and Chocolate Dreams 

Synopsis: You are trying to enjoy a quiet night to yourself when a certain Mr Willy Wonka stumbles home from a night out ‘testing chocolate ingredients.’  

Word Count: 1.4k 

Warnings: Google Translated phrases (please let me know if these are wrong!)  

(I’m lowkey annoyed that Wonka didn’t speak other languages in the movie, because of course Gene Wilder did and it would make sense for young Wonka to as well considering he’s just come back from his travels, so you better believe I’m sticking it in here)  

Beyond the happily ever after, the takedown of the fearsome cartel, the rearrangement of the corrupt police force, the arrest of the despicable wash house owners, Noodle’s family reunion, and the return home of the scrubbers, there was you and Willy. Through everything.  

You accidentally stumbled across him on the first day he attempted to sell his chocolate in the Galleries Gourmet and, as his chocolate plan grew, continued to bump into him in the most unexpected of places. From the moment your eyes met, and a sweet smile rose on his face, the smile he glowed with as he watched the chocolate cartel fly away, sent Noodle home to her mother, toured the ruins of the castle that would become his cosmic axis, you and Willy were thick as thieves.  

Since then, Willy had been busy building his mini-empire, including his refurbished shop in the Galleries Gourmet (which had quickly become one of the most popular retailers in the city) and the opening of his brand-new factory, but never busy enough to neglect you. Because he took you with him, into his factory, into his living quarters, initially as Chief Operations Officer, regular taste tester, roommate and partner in crime, and eventually into the most freeing relationship you had ever had the pleasure of stumbling into.   

Willy’s friends visited, of course, and very often, especially Noodle. However, it was Miss Benz who Willy was out with one night when you were allowing yourself time to relax with a cup of hot chocolate and the latest funny papers.   

It was late, but not too late, and you were sat in the armchair in your bedroom. It had been your idea to keep separate bedrooms even after your relationship with the chocolatier had blossomed, tentatively suggested over an early breakfast, but Willy was eager to nod and agree. He worked a very strange schedule, sometimes sleeping in late and others bursting awake at the first sign of dawn, and often not slipping back between the sheets until the world was shadowed in darkness. Despite this, when your schedules matched up, neither would oppose the other sneaking into their room at night. 

In your room that night, the fire was roaring in the hearth, battling the oncoming autumn chill, and you were enjoying the stillness of the end of a busy day. Willy had gone out early afternoon, and you glanced towards the clock languidly, not particularly worried. Willy may have been prone to getting himself into tight spots, but you had no doubt that Miss Benz would stand for none of it.  

Still, you did wonder where they may be. It wasn’t unusual for Willy to disappear for hours and then show back up as though it had only been a few minutes, babbling about a new idea or the source of a new inspiration. But these were usually solitary adventures – he enjoyed devoting all his time to his friends when they were in town.   

Before your twinge of worry could teeter and threaten to overspill into a pool of anxiety, you heard the distinct sound of the front door clicking shut below. He was always extra quiet when coming home after dark. He never wanted to wake you.  

Not that this seemed particularly important to him on this night. Because, not ten seconds after the front door shut, there was a mighty bang like metal hitting wood, some unintelligible mumbled words, heavy footsteps, and finally a soft knock on your door.   

Before you could respond, your door flew open, and in flashes of purple and brown, a familiar body stumbled into your room, exclaiming your name. You were faced with Mr Willy Wonka, swaying slightly on his feet with his arms wide open. “Hello, my love!”   

He looked dishevelled, his coat crinkled, hair a mess beneath his slightly dented top hat and shirt tails hanging out over his trousers. Heaven only knew what had happened to his waistcoat.   

You watched him with your eyebrows raised as he took off his hat, patted down his curls, and turned on his heels around your room.   

“Hm, where did the coat rack go?” He mumbled to himself. You did not have a coat rack. He looked at you, biting down on your lip to stop from laughing at the state of him, and a dawn of realisation rose on his face. “Oh well, I suppose this will do.”  

He stumbled over to you and placed the hat, at an angle, on your head, adjusted it slightly, and then patted the top with a smile. Once he was satisfied, he turned and fell unceremoniously face down on your bed. That laughing smile grew unrestrained on your face as you plucked the hat from your head and put it carefully on the table beside you. “Willy?” You questioned, and he looked over at you with glazed-over eyes and a dopey grin.   

“Mmm?”  

“What are you doing?”  

“Having a lie-down.”  

“This is my room,” you said, humorously.   

“Then why are you sitting there like a goose?” He rolled over onto his back so he could look at you properly as he patted the empty side of the bed.  

You were quick to cast the paper you were engrossed in only a second ago to the side and slink into his open arms. But, getting up close to him allowed you a sudden realisation before you could settle down.  

“Willy, have... have you been drinking?!” You asked, unable to hold back your laugh as you noticed the scent of alcohol tingling your nostrils, the dreamy mist of his eyes, the twitching of his fingers.   

“No,” he responded quickly, defensively. “Miss Benz and I have been testing chocolate ingredients.”  

“Oh, and what were these ingredients?”  

He opened his mouth, then hesitated before replying, looking beyond you in thought. “Well, we started with rum for these incredible bottle-shaped Rum Babas I want to experiment with, there was quite a bit of that to taste, then we tried some liqueurs, lots of flavours, the cherry tasted just divine, a glass or two of champagne for truffles, and then we sampled some whisky for fudge. And then, I... well, then I was here. Come closer, I missed you.”  

He held you tightly, pulling you into his sweat-sheened skin until your nose brushed against the tautness of his neck. With this closeness, Willy took the opportunity to press a dozen soft, quick kisses to random planes of skin on your face, across your nose and cheeks and forehead and hurriedly closed eyelids. You could smell the overwhelming scent of whisky lingering on his breath as his lips stumbled across your face, but he pressed them to your own before you could comment.  

His kiss tasted interesting, a cocktail of numerous alcohols and, of course, chocolate, but his lips were as soft and gentle as they always were. You hoped that would never change.   

“Oh, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” he started mumbling as he pulled away, staring at you with wild eyes. “Mon amour, amore mio, meu amor, qīn’ài de, meine geleite – hm, wait, that’s not right. Meine.... Ah, meine geliebte.” Although the numerous ways of breathing a new lease of life into the sweet name he had for you tickled you pink, giggles bubbled up in your throat and tumbled from your lips as unrestrained as the whisky flowing on your lover's breath. He looked at you with a bemused expression that was hurriedly offset by a beaming smile. “Why are you laughing?! I’m expressing my love!”  

You didn’t bother to even try and stop the laughs escaping your body, but you did fight through them to make your excuses. “I know, I know, it’s just in such a you way, I adore it.” You dragged the heel of your hand over one of your eyes before looking at him earnestly, genuinely. “I love you.”  

He glowed at your words, lit up and grinning like a child at the foot of a Christmas tree. “I love you too,” he returned the sentiment with quiet vigour, stroking two trembling fingers against the protruding bone of your cheek.  

However, the moment was somewhat spoiled by the obnoxious yawn he released, barely covered by the hand that wasn’t touching your skin.  

“Come on,” you said, nudging him slightly until you could peel up your coverlet, “let’s go to bed.” He was eager to fall under the covers and pulled you closer instantly, so the bedspread fluttered down around you of its own accord.  

Held tight in his arms, you felt the softness of Willy’s lips whisper at your hairline, an everlasting goodnight kiss. Before you could press a kiss to his neck in return, he was already beginning to snore.   

[anotheruselessfangirl]

you didn’t like wonka because y’all are afraid to be corny meanwhile i was born on the cob

[anotheruselessfangirl]

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[anotheruselessfangirl]

Hi! I absolutely ADORE your Wonka fics 😍 can I request? I would love either a sick fic where the reader is sick and Willy takes care of her or one where she gets injured or faints or whatever

Or just a classic jealousy fic because we all know once his chocolate takes off Willy will be very popular with the ladies aha

Please and thank you I love everything you write btw

Envious; To Be Or Not To Be That Is The Question

Willy Wonka x reader

Words: 1164

Business was booming in the Wonka store.

People were constantly coming in and out and candy was practically flying off the shelves. Willy became busy working in his factory and his shop, but he still always had time for you and you were always grateful for that.

Honestly speaking, you expected this, I mean how could you not? His chocolate was so stupenderrific.

What you didn’t expect, or rather, what you forgot about was the popularity of not just the chocolate but of the man behind the creations.

You noticed it a few times before. The way someone would give him a look or maybe chat with their friends and giggle while staring at Willy Wonka. It didn’t bother you so, because nobody ever really acted on anything and you knew Willy only had his eye on one person.

You.

But today? Today was a little different.

Today you had decided to visit the chocolatier, which wasn’t out of the ordinary for you.

When entering the chocolate store you immediately noticed the crowd. There were people practically everywhere, left and right. But even so, you could easily spot your darling a mile away.

He was currently occupied with customers showing them around the store, no doubt explaining his chocolate to them. Not wanting to interrupt of course, you opted to walking around yourself, snacking on some of the sweet treats here and there.

Munching on a silver lining you neared your partner, while still keeping your distance. You could hear Willy as he enthusiastically explained his methods and you couldn’t help but beam at his passion.

Watching in admiration a comment nearby pulled you out of your daze.

“That Mr.Wonka, his snacks are delicious.” You heard coming from a group of women beside you. You glanced at them quickly, noticing how they were openly gawking.

“His snacks aren’t the only thing that’s delicious,” said another, before they burst into giggles.

You shook your head, rolling your eyes at the remarks. You tried to pay no mind but they continued.

“You are so bad.”

“What? She’s right,” said another, “actually I might take a crack at that.”

You frown slightly, your eyebrows knitting together.

“He’s probably taken.”

“Couldn’t hurt to try.”

“He might be tired of his relationship anyway.”

You squint, growing upset as they continue in their discussions with the occasional laughs. Who talks like that? You watch in annoyance as the group travels to Willy Wonka. Honestly you were upset, but frankly you wanted to see how this all was going to go down.

Picking up a flower dessert the woman saunters to Willy, “gee Mr.Wonka, your ideas are oh so unique. You can really see your pure creativity in each and every one.”

“Well thank you,” says Willy, always appreciative to hear kind words.

“I would love to come to your factory and…taste test for you,” comments another one of the women butting ahead of her friend.

But Willy doesn’t seem to pick up on her tone, “I apologize but I’m not hiring at the moment.”

Unfortunately the latter woman is persistent.

“No, not for a job,” she laughed resting a hand on his shoulder, while her friends watched on, “I was thinking more of an after hours sort of special taste test.”

Willy stares at her with the same smile still on his lips, “why would you want to do that?”

At this point it’s impossible for you not to laugh at how oblivious he seemed about her advances.

The woman opens her mouth once more but unable to witness any further you stepped in. “Willy!” You exclaimed, gaining his attention along with the small group.

Willy’s smile broadened, expressing a goofy grin as he shifted his body towards you. “Darling! What are you doing here?” He asks enthusiastically, while you place a small kiss on his cheek as you near.

“Oh nothing, just stopping by,” you respond before turning to the group feigning surprise at your own interruption, “oh I’m sorry. I’d like to thank you all for supporting my Willy’s dream. It means the world to me and him that he has your support,” you glance to the last woman taking note of the obscure expression decorating her face.

“Oh did I interrupt?”

“Nope. We were just about done” says Willy. He thanks the attendees before tugging you to the opposite side that’s less crowded.

“You are hilarious…Mr.Wonka,” you tease, your tone light.

His head tilts, clearly confused by your words.

“That woman,” you point with your eyes at the scene you two left behind, “she was desperately flirting.”

Willy’s eyelids lift, his eyes widened at this news, “with who?” He glances around trying to match the suitor.

“With you.”

He bends his hand placing the tips of his fingers on his chest as if questioning, ‘me?’ And you nod in response.

Willy’s lips curled downwards in thought, but then his face contorted to an even more curious one.

“Huh?”

You raise a brow at that, “what?”

“Nothing,” he brushes.

But then, “huh?”

You shake your head, a smile threatening to break through, “that’s a double huh. Spill it.”

Willy shifted to you the smile of his own widening, “did you perhaps…get envious?”

That is not a discussion you were expecting to have at this moment.

“I have no idea what you’re going on about,” you protest, yet the smile on your face expresses something else.

“See I don’t think that’s entirely true,” he pointed out crossing his arms, “because A, your face right now tells me otherwise, and B, you interrupted my tour.”

Willy had a point there. Typically when you came in and he was busy discussing, whether it be with a group or an individual, you always waited until he was absolutely free. However, this time, you did not.

But still…“you’re imagining things,” you tease, your eyes leaving his, unable to willingly admit the facts.

“Uh-huh, okay. Well…”

He leans over faster than you realize, with his lips coming in contact flush against your own. Before he retracts himself.

“It’s flattering that you feel so strongly about me.”

“Yeah, well…yeah,” is all you say bashful enough of your own feelings, “but how could you not notice her advances?” You’re genuinely curious because it all was so obvious.

He shrugged a dazed look on his expression, “I guess it’s easy to give no thought to those things, when I’ve already got something so special with you.”

Feeling your cheeks gain in warmth you glance away clearing your throat in bashfulness, “woah, I thought chocolate was your expertise not cheesiness.”

He laughed along with you, “eh who knows, maybe I can try to branch out into the cheesy side of things.”

You open your mouth but are interrupted by another inquiring customer who gains the chocolatier's attention.

Standing aside and letting him be you observe, pondering on how thankful you are to have found this man.

And suddenly gaining in curiousness…does he get jealous?

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[anotheruselessfangirl]

Timothée Chalamet in 'Wonka' (2023)

[anotheruselessfangirl]

wonka is the type of make a chocolate named after you 😔

He's the type to have an entire collection named after you with all your favourite flavours. He creates a candy centered around your first date, it gives you that feeling of first date euphoria, the butterflies, the lovesick feelings (fruity flavours: Strawberries, vanilla, sunset tinted clouds). his next one comes to him after your 1 year anniversary, how he managed fit one year of innocent love, heated fights, and pure joy into a single candy astounds you (A more complex sweet: Rosehips, honey, cayenne, Citrus, applewood smoke.) The engagement chocolate ends up giving you a bittersweet feeling, it's almost overwhelming, it makes you tear up and it makes you laugh, it gives you a warm content feeling (Rich flavours: Dark chocolate, cherries, champagne, stardust.) The wedding sweet completes the collection, Willy slaves to make the candy taste identical to your wedding cake (Simple and floral: Vanilla, white chocolate, violets, fruit wine, moonbeams.)

The collection is called Adoration.

[anotheruselessfangirl]

🏹 sfw smitten wonka hc’s ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

when in love, chalamet! wonka would be an absolute enamoured mess

like, he’d literally lose sleep over you

all night his head would be spinning with possibilities

he’s just so insanely excited all the time

he’d find out your favourite fruits, nuts and ingredients and he’d make a chocolate out of it

he’d panic about his clothes, wanting to look just right. he’d buy himself a new tie or jacket cause he’s so convinced you’d notice and compliment him (you don’t)

obviously, he’s not very skilled with writing, so he’d instead draw you and draw some of your favourite possessions

the drawings aren’t very good tbh but it’s the thought that counts

anytime you’re sad, he’d do literally anything to make you feel okay again

i mean literally anything

whatever you think will make you feel better, he will find a way to get

learnt how to plait hair and plaits yours, putting in a red bow at the end

but don’t get me wrong, he can be charming when he wants to be. it’s like a switch, he can turn it off and on

slightly eery

when around you, his speech is very erratic and rushed

he just has so much to say and so little time it stresses him out

he sings soft songs about you that definitely rhyme

a photo of you would be the only thing in his office that wouldn’t be halved

your presence would always be the best part of his day, he loves seeing you happy and making you laugh (…sometimes to his expense)

would make a fool of himself just to see you giggle

he absolutely adores your giggle, i mean seriously

he’ll keep on making wonderful things that surprise you and he’ll keep making them grander every single time

he just wants to see your eyes light up in admiration all the time

he’d try to make every day a special one for you

would find out your daily routines/whereabouts and sneak there to make sure you’re safe

like he’d literally go anywhere you are just so there’s a possibility you’ll bump into him and then kiss and then maybe get married and then own the factory together. much to his dismay, this hasn’t happened yet

he just wants to lock you in his arms forever, his glance is filled with nothing but affection

you know how they say “if a writer loves you, you’ll never die”? the same goes for insane chocolatiers

🦌 by the way, send me any requests for a fanfic or head canons you want! i do sfw or nsfw, so go crazy. i rly want some ideas!

[anotheruselessfangirl]

Hello! May I please request some headcanons of what it would be like for Chalamet!Wonka & sweet fem!Reader who is a baker being married and being adorably domestic?

YAYAYAYAYAY HEADCANONS!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Willy Wonka married to Fem!Baker!Reader (Wonka 2023)

A/n: If you like this one, I have another Wonka x baker!Reader fic here! (Also, as always, my requests are open)

First of all, he loves getting to call you his wife

When he's talking to other people about you he never just calls you by your name, it's always "My wife" or "My wife, Y/n"

He knows what your favorite chocolate is and has the recipe DOWN. Makes it for you whenever you're feeling sad (and sometimes just makes it randomly) cause he knows it makes you happy

You're obviously returning the favor by making him baked goods all the time, and he loves it.

You guys sneak sweets and cute notes into each other's lunches. I WILL ELABORATE.

You often open your lunch and find a piece of your favorite chocolate along with a small piece of paper from Willy telling you how much he loves you and wishing you a good day at work (little hearts drawn all over the paper too) ❤️❤️❤️

He likes to visit you while you're working either while he's on break, or if it's his day off

This guy will literally wait in line in your shop just to give you a kiss and say I love you 💀

He loves baking with you. Though, he's not an expert on baking like he is with chocolate making, so you're gonna need to help him a little (probably a lot)

He's very good at stirring though. While you're preheating the oven, getting all the needed equipment, measuring ingredients, etc. he's literally just standing to the side, holding a whisk, ready to go like "🙂"

You guys definitely do the thing where you're cooking breakfast while he has his arms wrapped around your waist (and vice versa)

While on the topic of cheesy romantic movie tropes, I think he'd also be a fan of slow dancing in the living room AND dancing in the rain

Yeah, you guys are really THAT couple.

Anyways, chocolate husband solves 98% of all problems. Would recommend 👍

[anotheruselessfangirl]

Saw you're looking for requests 😁 i haven't seen the wonka movie yet tbh but the gif of him covered in chocolate lives in my head rent free and I'd love to see wonka x fem!reader where they're friends and both have a crush on each other. she's helping him clean up from chocolate incident and it turns into some silly fluff and one of them accidentally says "i love you" and they finally confess :)

Thank you so much for the request, and don’t worry about the double-send it’s completely okay! I hope this is what you envisioned!

Warnings: none it’s just cute

Chocolate Towel

Willy, who’s covered in some brown, thick, substance. Assumingly chocolate knowing the trio of unliked chocolatiers. You start your way over to him as Noodle skips over to Abacus for a hug. You take notice that she’s covered in the same thing.

“Y/n,” Willy almost yells once he notices your presence,excusing himself from the family he was talking to. He wraps his arms around your waist as you reciprocate his hug.

“Hi, Willy,” you giggle lightly, taking in the chocolate scent, cause now it’s definitely chocolate, “what did they do to you? You’re so sticky.”

Willy’s brows furrowed at your worried expression as he took a glance at your appearance as well, making sure you were alright, “well, I’m fine now, they tried to drown Noodle and I in chocolate, but the little orange man saved us.”

“I’m sorry, what?” You questioned, backing up out of the hug. No way the little orange man was real.

“Yeah, we were being lifted by thousands of gallons of chocolate, we both took a breath, and then the next thing I knew I heard Noodle and I gasping for air and the tank was lowering,” Willy said, as he looked at your now even more worried expression, “it was scary, though, I swore that last breath I took was it. That I’d never see light again, that I’d never see you again.”

“Oh, Willy.” You muttered, throwing your arms back around him, simply taking in his presence, as you feel his arms squeeze tighter around you, his face in your neck, “I was so worried.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” Willy apologized as you leant against each other.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Mr. Wonka, you almost died. I’m very glad you didn’t though.” You teased as Willy let his face contort to a smile at the name, “come on, we have to clean you up.”

You take Willy’s hand as you lead him down towards the dock, where you take off the hand towel from your waistband, to dip it in the lake water below the stairs.

“Y’know, y/n, this is where the Cartel sent me off on the boat,” Willy explained as you wrung out the excess water, convenient that you had a towel on you, the one perk of you being trapped in a laundry, he supposed.

“You did tell me that,” you dabbed the now wet towel along his face, clearing some of the chocolate, avoiding looking into his eyes.

Willy watched in amusement as you kept dipping the towel in the water because of its small size against the rather thick layers of chocolate on him, “I appreciate your effort, thank you.”

You smile as you take the chance to look directly at him, “of course, I’d do anything to help you, Willy. Besides, your chocolate smells better than this anyway,” you confess as he squeezes your arm with the towel, stopping your motions of cleaning him up. With your free hand, you bring it to his once curly hair to try to break apart the matted chocolate covering it.

Willy just leans into the touch as your fingers try to thread through it, his fixed gaze upon your lips, “I love you,” he whispered before his eyes slightly went wide.

You focus your eyes on his as he quickly snaps his up away from your lips, smirking slightly, “Willy-“

“No, sorry, I didn’t mean that. I mean, I did, just not now, while I’m half-covered in chocolate.” Willy rants as you stare affectionately at him.

“Y/n, what is it?” Willy asks as he brings his right hand up to cup your cheek.

“I-” you started to say, before you saw his eyes glance back down to your lips, “I love you too.”

Willy’s eyes, once again, grew as he looked into your eyes for any glimpse of the truth.

You smile as you put your hand on his, which was still on your cheek, your other hand still in his hair, “I do, I love you Willy Wonka.”

Willy beams as he throws his resting hand in your waist to bring you closer, putting his forehead against yours, “I want to kiss you, y/n,”

You smile as your hand starts to massage his head, putting your other hand over his shoulder, “please.”

Willy wasted no more time as he closed the distance between you, his soft lips covering yours as you leaned into the kiss. Getting even closer as you feel his hand tighten around our waist.

“Willy,” you gasp, pulling away, seeing his now kissed-pink lips, breathing heavily.

“Yeah?” He asks leaning in for a much more simple peck this time, taking one of his hands to tilt your chin up to his. Both of you with rosy stained cheeks.

“I’m glad you didn’t die, but I’m glad you got covered in chocolate,” you whisper with a giggle as Willy holds your chin in his hand.

“Me too, y/n, me too.” Willy says as you lean back in for another passionate kiss.

[anotheruselessfangirl]

Secrets In The Street

Warnings: none

Prompt: “basically y/n is a poor girl on the streets and pickpockets/shoplifts to survive, and she does that to willy but he’s super kind to her instead of telling the police on her. Then they fall in love.” - @riordanness (THANK YOU!)

“Come back here you!” A woman’s voice yelled from behind, as you sprint down an alley, a bright, crisp apple in hand from her cart.

You weren’t a runner, not in the slightest, so being chased by a woman for having an apple -well, stealing an apple- wasn’t on your list of things to today. You couldn’t help it, you were hungry. The woman wasn’t even around, you had no clue how she saw you.

You hear the woman groan from behind and turn around just in time to see her give up and walk away. Who knows some other person on the streets could’ve stolen more of her produce.

“Oh well, at least it’s something,” you muttered as you trailed along the darkening alley, holding it carefully so you can keep it safe for later. Walking in the direction towards the bench you spent most nights.

It was obviously nothing special, but no one dared to take your bench. You had a raggedy blanket that you stole from someone a while ago. A little bag with a few things of clothes you found that others had gotten rid of, and that was it.

You had heard of Mrs. Scrubitt's boardinghouse when you first arrived, but initially said no when Bleacher had came up to you. He came to your bench many times, and he eventually stopped insisting after many denials. After everything you had heard through the chain of the Galeries Gourmet, you were glad you hadn’t taken his offer though. At least there was a chance of something out here, better than being stuck in a laundry house for twenty-something years.

Nothing new ever happened in the Gourmet, the same Chocolate Cartel shooing everyone away, you had heard of one man getting through though. Willy Wonka, you had heard of his name. Apparently some magic chocolates? Even though the idea seems preposterous, you were intrigued. You, however, had heard from the gossip that his looks had caught the attention of many along the streets too. So, it apparently wasn’t only the chocolate that had gotten people interested.

Carefully hiding your apple, you started your walk towards the way of the Gourmet, wanting to investigate this new Wonka chocolate yourself.

“It’s certainly grand,” you say, as you walk into the store with the velvety magenta curtains, with a chocolate-looking tree as the centerpiece of the store, “I’m impressed.”

“Hi, I’ve never seen you around here,” a man with a can walked up to you, a top hat on his head, wearing a pleasant smile on his face.

“My name is y/n, y/n l/n, I don’t hang around the Galerie Gourmet much, not really my place of adventure.” You muttered as you look at all of the hanging candy around you, children brushing past you, trying to reach for different sweets.

The man nods his head, as he takes in your appearance, “I get it, I lived on a boat for seven years. My name is Willy, Willy Wonka”

You were not expecting that, he lived on a boat for a while, this interesting looking man who owned this place. You tried to send a brief smile in his direction, “so you’re the one who I heard sent the chocolate-trio to jail, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Wonka looked out the windows, to the places where the old chocolate stores resided in the Gourmet, now empty, as he quickly smirked, “well it had to be done, they were breaking the law, it was just a matter of time.”

You chuckled as you saw the man’s face beam towards a woman and small child who was excitingly grabbing a chocolate bar, “I have to go, it was nice meeting you, y/n.” Wonka said as he smoothly strides over to another family to talk to them.

“Likewise,” you whispered as he was already gone. You felt awful, you wanted to try his chocolate, people here have talked ‘it’s the best chocolate I’ve ever tasted’ many have claimed, and now you wanted a bite. How do you steal from someone who seemed so nice?

The trick to being a pickpocket though, is not getting caught, and you’ve had your own share of the situation going both ways. You quickly grab a little wrapped chocolate and pretend to exam it, glancing to make sure no one else is watching, before quickly stuffing it in your pocket.

“Hey!” A voice yelled, you turned to see if anyone was there, and was met with a small, orange man? You had never seen anyone, if it was a human at all, like it.

“Lofty?” You heard Wonka yell as he came running towards the area your standing in. Bolting quickly, you dodge the running kids and chasing parents, as you try to weave your way to the exit. Just about as you were at the doors, a cane came in front of your middle, stopping your motions rather quickly, “and what do you think you’re doing?” Willy asked, you were close, so close.

“Nothing, I don’t know what that man was talking about, I don’t have anything I promise.” You say as you did a little circle to prove your innocence.

“Why don’t I believe you?” He asked, as an audience formed around you two.

“I don’t know, I didn’t steal anything, Mr. Wonka, I assure you that.” You muttered, wishing everyone would ignore you two, you just wanted to try his chocolate.

“Come with me y/n, we can talk back here.” Wonka guided you towards a room in the back, something that looked like an office of sorts, “I know you took a piece of chocolate.” He sat down in his chair, prompting you to sit down on the one opposite the desk.

You felt defeated, you hadn’t ever actually gotten caught by someone, “I’m sorry.”

Willy quirked his brow as he stared at you across the desk, “so you admit it? Surprised, honestly, I didn’t think you would.”

At that you got upset, “listen I might’ve tried to take chocolate, but I’ve heard everyone talk. People say it’s the best chocolate they’ve ever had. I’ve only had apples or other stolen things to eat for a year and a half. The chocolate cartel knew me well, they would stop me at the door cause they knew I couldn’t pay for it. So do it, call the new chief of police, at least in jail I’ll have a bed.”

Willy stood and put his hands on the desk examining you, transferring his weight, “no.”

“I’m sorry, no?” You were shocked, he caught you stealing and isn’t going to call you in?

“No, there’s something about you. You intrigued me when I first saw you walk in. I’m not going to call the new chief of police. I’m actually going to give you twenty silver sovereigns.” Willy said as he opened the drawer with the money inside of it.

Flabbergasted, shocked, surprised, there weren’t any other words to describe it. You were stealing from him, and now he was giving you money? What kind of man is this? Well…a cute one, but that’s besides the point.

“I can see your shock, my mom raised me well before she passed. If you want to steal a small piece of chocolate, you must be desperate, please take it.” Willy said handing you the sovereigns, a pink flush presenting high upon his cheeks.

“Of all the times to be caught,” you whispered, glancing up in time to seem him removing his coat and hat, “at least it was by someone nice.” A faint blush forming on your cheeks as well.

Willy smiled as he walked around in front of you, “I don’t want you sleeping wherever you are, you can work here, there’s an extra room, we could put a bed in there or something.”

“I can’t believe you’re offering me anything, you could’ve had me arrested.” You told him, examining his brunette curls framing his face for the first time.

“I was taught to help someone in need, and you seem like a good person, you just need a little help. No shame in that, I was caught by Scrubitt and Bleacher when I first arrived. I needed help too. Look at this place, I have more than enough sovereigns to help you out right now.” Willy whispered inching closer to you, as he held out his hand.

Your eyes welled up with tears, no one had been this kind to you in a while, “you have no clue how much this means to me.”

“Well, then you’ll just have to stay here until I know.” Wonka smiled as he leaned in to press his lips to yours.

Let’s just say, you never had to worry about sovereigns or spend another night on that bench ever again.

[anotheruselessfangirl]

May I please request a fic of Willy Wonka and baker fem!Reader falling in love after working together in her bakery?

This was requested by the amazing @groovyqueer! Thank you so much for the request, I love baking so I might’ve gone overboard with the details in part of it

Warnings: none :)

Petit Gâteau

Petit Gâteau (Cupcake)

“I need to make some cupcakes! They’re going to be chocolate. We need flour, cocoa powder, baking powder, baking soda, salt, eggs, sugar, brown sugar, vegetable oil, and vanilla!” You called out as you came into the front of your bakery.

“Umm….okay,” Willy nodded as he started to grab the ingredients and place them on the counter.

“You’re awesome, thanks for helping me,” you say as you adjust your apron tossing one over to Willy who quickly throws it on as well, “I’m going to mix the eggs, sugar, brown sugar, oil, and vanilla together, and you can mix the flour, cocoa powder, baking powder, baking soda, and salt in that large bowl.”

“I can do that!” Willy excitedly says, as he grabs a whisk and measuring cups out of the tin holder with the other utensils.

“-then we can combine the two bowls into the mixer.” You finish as both of you work on your share of the recipe, occasionally glancing over at Willy to make sure he’s doing alright. His specialty is chocolate, not baking after all.

What he didn’t notice is that you saw him reach over to grab a handful of flour before you turned around, “Willy Wonka, so help you if you throw that flour at me,” you said watching as disappointment dances across his features.

“Darn it, I thought I had you. How does this look though? It looks good to me.” Willy pointed out, carrying the bowl towards you.

“Well,” you start, not wanting to hurt his feelings he is trying to help you after all, “there shouldn’t be any eggshell in it.”

“Oh.” Willy muttered, disappointed, hoping that he had done a good job.

“Willy, you did great, I think I will be able to get the pieces out with a spoon, it happens all the time, especially when you’re first learning.” You told him, making sure he didn’t feel bad for his simple mistake.

“Y/n, what if I add-” he starts opening his traveling case of chocolate ingredients.

“No, this is my recipe for my shop, not something for us to just enjoy.” You explain as he snaps his case shut.

“Fine, there’s a reason why chocolate making is my favorite, you get to experiment whenever you want.” Willy groaned watching as you combined the now eggshell-less mixture in the mixing bowl with the dry ingredients.

You smile across the counter as Willy watches you intently, “we can experiment later, right now we have to make these for the display.”

You finish mixing all of the ingredients together and grab the cupcake tin out of the oven, “Willy please preheat the oven to 350°,” you instruct as you place all the cupcake liners in the tray.

“What if we put it on like 450°? Will that make them bake faster?” He optimistically asks, watching as your eyebrows raise at an alarming speed.

“Willy Wonka, step away from my oven,” you say semi-serious, semi-giggling as he raises his hands in defense and takes two comically large steps away from your oven.

“It was just a thought,” he shrugs as you pour the batter into the liners and place them in the oven, “frosting time?”

“Frosting time.” You confirm as you grab the butter, powdered sugar, cream, and vanilla, blushing under the chocolatier’s intense gaze.

“Is it too hot in here, your face is all red?” Willy asked you innocently, obviously not flustered himself as we walks closer towards you.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you reassure him, adding in a couple drops of pink food coloring so the buttercream looks prettier in your display.

“Oh, okay, you looked like a cherry.” He says as he continues to examine your face, delicately placing his hand on your jaw to make sure himself.

“I’m okay, Willy, I promise.” You pull away from his hand, afraid of what the close proximity will do to your mind, “will you grab the piping bags over there?”

He nods his head, walking over to grab a bag for you, his curls bouncing with every step you took, a sigh leaving your lips as you watch him do so.

Turning back around to your expressionhe shakes his head, “are you sure you’re alright-“

“Yup,” you snatch the bag out of his hand as you cut a hole in the corner, sliding a fancy tip into the bag for the frosting, just as the timer went off on the oven, “will you grab those? And, please, use oven mitts this time.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Willy salutes as he grabs the mitts off of the counter, poking the top with a toothpick first, “they’re done.”

“Perfect, they just need to cool, then we can frost them.” You point towards the bowl of frosting.

“You should taste it, the frosting I mean.” Willy tells you, pushing the bowl towards you. You seem to have made a worried look on your face as he continues, “I added strawberry flavor when you weren’t looking.”

Your mouth dropped, “Willy Wonka!”

“It needed something, it was good, but it seemed to be begging for a flavor.” He pleaded as you watched him lick his finger that he just dipped into the bowl.

“I- I can’t even be mad at you, go wash your hands though.” You pushed him towards the sink, tossing a clean towel next to him on the counter.

“I’m telling you, it tastes delicious,” he confirmed cheerfully, humming a little turn to himself.

“How much frosting have you eaten?” You facepalm preparing to put it in the piping bag.

“Enough to know it tastes delicious.” He said as he came up next to you.

“Well, no more, or you can’t eat anything when we close.” You tease as his face drops.

“Welll…..that’s no fun.” He frowns as you start to frost the top of the cupcakes one by one, putting some chocolate shavings on top of the light pink frosting, “these look tasty though,” trying to grab one from the rack.

You quickly grab it out of his hand before it can reach his mouth, “no way, Mr. Wonka, if you are going to taste test one we are going to be doing it together,” splitting the cupcake in half.

Both of you bite into the cupcake, frosting smearing on Willy’s nose, “now that tastes good.”

You smile as your started to bring the rack over to your display, “yes they do, and they will look perfect here in the case.” You place all of them where you want, and turn around to see Willy leaning against the opposite counter on his elbows, facing you. “You still have frosting on your nose.”

You go up to him and wipe your thumb over his nose to get the frosting, deciding to whip your thumb across the corners of his lips to get the crumbs that remain there too. Now it was his turn to blush *like a cherry*.

“Thanks,” he whispered as you licked the frosting off of your finger, “time to open?”

You smile as you turn your back to him, “untie my apron for me?”

“Sure,” Willy replied, his fingers making quick, but delicate, work of the bow you had tied prior to baking, “let’s sell some pastries!”

“You took the words out of my mouth,” you tell him as you watch him about to flip the sign from ‘closer’ to ‘open’. “Wait, Willy, I have something for you.”

“Yeah” he wonders curiously, watching as you step to the back room for about five seconds and come back with a box with purple ribbon tying it together, hand it to him.

He starts to unwrap it as he sees a little puffed pastry on the inside, in the shape of a heart, “I just appreciate you a lot, Willy, you always are so considerate to help me. I don’t want to ever lose you, but I just needed to tell you that I love you.m, and I have. I have for a while, I think.”

“Aw, y/n, thank you so much, I can’t believe it, but I love you too.” Willy says as he wraps you in a hug, “we can talk more about this later. For now, let’s open your store.”

And your bakery was filled with more love and even sweeter desserts if it was even possible.

[anotheruselessfangirl]

thinkin about the wonka movie and how we need more movies like it tbh, like let movies be fun and silly again and have fun little songs that get in ur head, that’s all I ask!!!

[anotheruselessfangirl]

Howdy! I would like to order something from Willy Wonka (2023) In which Willy unknowingly falls in love with Reader. He consults Noodle (also Lofty) and ends up also realizing that he gets jealous when he sees Reader's interaction with a boy (And sorry if my English is bad! The english it's not my first language)

Thank you for this request, it lowkey made me blush and kick my feet while writing it, and I have a part 2 already lined up if anyone wants that !!

“Are you asking me on a date, William Wonka?” — willy wonka x reader

Summary: Willy confides in Noodle about his growing feelings for you, leading to a revelation of his love. The next day, with Noodle's insight, Willy and you share a moment of intimacy in his room, and he nervously invites you on a date, admitting his feelings.

Pairing: Timothee!Willy Wonka x fem!reader (help never thought I’d be writing this but here we are)

Word count: 758

Warnings: disgustingly innocent fluff and maybe some typos

Part two here!

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Willy quietly made his way though the dusty, creaky hallway of Ms Scrubbit’s penitentiary, to Noodle’s room, as he could still see a faint glow coming from her lantern, a hopeful sign she was still awake.

“Noodle,” he said as he jumped into her presence, startling her slightly.

Noodle looked up from her book, noting the turmoil on Willy’s face.

“Something on your mind?” She asked.

Willy sighed, slumping onto the floor. “Yeah, something. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.”

Noodle, with her licorice wand in hand, responded, “Spill it, Willy. What's on your mind?”

Willy scratched the back of his head. “It’s Y/N. I mean, we’re friends, right? But lately, it’s like… I don’t know.” He trailed off, unsure of if what he was saying even mattered.

Noodle grinned knowingly, “Go on.”

“I just feel like I constantly want her, you know, around.”

Noodle grabbed her pillow and shoved her face in it to conceal a squeal.

“I knew it!” She cheered, “I knew it!”, she repeated herself more quietly, realising it was late at night.

“What?” Willy asked, his curiosity peaked.

“You’re in love.” Noodle smiled.

“Oh, I don’t think I—“ his sentence was cut short by Noodle.

“Imagine her with another man. How does that make you feel?”

Willy shrugged, attempting nonchalance. “It’s fine.”

Noodle arched an eyebrow. “Willy, you’re a terrible liar. Think about it, and be honest with yourself.”

Willy frowned, pondering Noodle’s words. A subtle realisation dawned on him as he recalled moments when you interacted with others. An undercurrent of unease washed over him. “Alright. Maybe I don’t like it.”

Noodle grinned. “You have to tell her, you have to!”

Willy’s eyes widened, “No! I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” She frowned.

Willy sighed, still grappling with the revelation. “But what if she doesn’t feel the same? What if it ruins everything?”

Noodle chuckled. “You won’t know unless you try. Maybe you should let her decide how she feels.”

After a long chat, Willy and Noodle decided it was best to call it a night, otherwise they’d both be scolded by Ms Scrubbit and Bleacher for being tired or slow or who knows what else.

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The next day, you, along with Willy, Noodle, and the other poor unfortunate souls that were indebted to Ms Scrubbit were up at the crack of dawn, ready for another day of scrubbing, washing, and more scrubbing.

Noodle, with her newfound knowledge of Willy’s feelings for you, couldn’t help but notice you sneaking peaks at Willy, constantly. Every time she caught you looking, she’d go up to Willy and whisper to him, causing quite the unspoken tension between you and him.

Later that night, Willy was sat in his little room, fashioning all kinds of chocolatey creations.

“What could he possibly be up to now?” You spoke, thinking out loud as you stood at his doorway.

“Y/N!” He stood up, his heart racing by your unexpected visit.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” you giggled.

“No, no, you didn’t. I was just caught up in my chocolate musings." Willy smiled, trying to play off the moment.

You couldn't help but be fascinated by the chocolate wonderland around you. Willy, in his element, gestured toward the intricate machines and delicious creations. “This is where the magic happens,” he explained, a spark of passion in his eyes.

As you both leaned in to inspect a particularly intricate chocolate, your hands accidentally brushed against each other. There was a subtle pause, a shared moment of warmth that lingered longer than necessary. Willy felt a tingle down his spine, and for a brief moment, it seemed as if time stood still.

Clearing his throat, Willy broke the silence. “Would you like to try something special?” he offered, holding out a beautifully crafted chocolate truffle.

You accepted it with a smile, savoring the rich taste that melted on your tongue. Willy watched you intently, his eyes reflecting a mix of anticipation and something deeper.

“You have a way with chocolate,” you complimented, breaking the spell.

Willy grinned, his usual charismatic demeanor returning. “Well, it is my trade.”

Before you left for the night, Willy hesitated, a nervous energy surrounding him. “I was going to sneak out of here tomorrow, go into town for a bit,” he began, “you’re welcome to join me.”

A playful smile danced on your lips. “Are you asking me on a date, William Wonka?”

He chuckled nervously, “Well, yes, I suppose I am.”

Your heart warmed, and you replied, “I'd love that, Willy.”

Part two here !

[anotheruselessfangirl]

“thank you for telling me how you really feel” — willy wonka x reader

Summary: you and Willy go on your little day out date, and later that night share a kiss (or two) ;)

Pairing: Timothée!Wonka x fem!reader

Word count: 544

Warnings: again, disgustingly innocent fluff and maybe some typos

Part one here!

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“I can’t believe that actually works.” You marveled, in awe of his scheme that allows him to slip in and out unnoticed by Ms Scrubbit or Bleacher.

“Of course it does, I’ve been doing it for weeks.” Willy replied with a hint of pride, his eyes glinting mischievously.

You shook your head in disbelief, a laugh escaping your lips. Willy, with a confident flourish, guided you through the charming streets of the town. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air as you entered a cozy cafe, the gentle chime of a bell announcing your arrival.

As you sat in the quaint cafe, sipping coffee and exchanging stories, the atmosphere hummed with an undeniable connection between you two. Willy couldn’t help but steal glances at you, his eyes filled with genuine affection.

The day unfolded with a natural ease, the initial nervousness giving way to a comfortable familiarity that hinted at a deeper connection forming between you and Willy. It became evident that this date was more than just a casual outing.

As night fell back at Mrs. Scrubbit’s, you found yourself once again in Willy’s room, a quiet sanctuary full of wonder, that seemed to let you forget about the fact that you were quite literally stuck in this place forever. He handed you a small, heart-shaped chocolate.

“Here, try this one.”

“What does this do?” you asked, eyes searching for clues in his mischievous smile.

“It makes you kiss the chocolatier,” Willy said, his tone playful.

You squinted at him, uncertain of the truth, and popped the chocolate in your mouth. The rich sweetness enveloped your senses, and you sighed with delight as it melted on your tongue. Willy watched with anticipation, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

With a boldness surprising to Willy, you leaned in, placing your lips against his. Tenderly, he kissed you back, his hand finding your waist.

“Yes!” The moment was interrupted by a cheer from the hallway, and both of you turned to see Noodle, her hand over her mouth in realisation.

“Noodle!” Willy scolded, swiftly closing the door on her grinning face.

“Sorry!” She shouted, before backing off into her own bedroom.

You chuckled, the sound echoing in the room as you shared a moment of laughter at Noodle’s unexpected enthusiasm. Willy, holding your waist, finally confessed, “I lied, by the way. There’s nothing in those chocolates.”

Your smile faltered, cheeks flushing red.

“But thank you for telling me how you really feel,” he added, his smile genuine.

As the laughter subsided, a comfortable silence settled between you and Willy in the dimly lit room. The mischievous glint in Willy’s eyes spoke of a shared secret, a connection that had blossomed unexpectedly. Amidst the hushed atmosphere, Willy leaned in once again, his lips meeting yours in another soft, lingering kiss.

As you pulled away, the room seemed to hold the echo of that shared kiss. Willy’s eyes met yours, and in that silent exchange, an understanding passed between you two. It was a chapter in the midst of unfolding.

“Goodnight, Willy,” you whispered.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

With one last stolen glance, you retreated into the hallway, leaving Willy’s room and the intimate atmosphere behind.

[anotheruselessfangirl]

Gumdrops

Anon requests:

Wonka taking you to see snow and sharing a kiss over hot cocoa

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@misskitty1912-blog request

Can I request Just saw new Wonka movie I loved it Timothée Chalamet's Willy Wonka x chubby reader female where they almost die by his chocolate rivals and they both confess each other

Wordcount: 2.8K+

Masterlist

Description: When the cartel decided to get rid of Wonka and you. Willy realizes that there is something he has to say if he is about to die to you, the most important person in his life.

A/N: Hello. I had a lot of fun writing this. Wonka is just so freaking cute. I could eat him up. I hope you all enjoy it. This is my first time writing a chubby or plus-size reader. I hope it was what you had in mind.

Warning: Unedited Fluff. Adorablewonka. fun in the snow. Minor spoilers for the ending of Wonka. insecurereader, chubbyreader.

“No no no.” This way. Or or.” Willy looked around frantic for some place for the two of you to hide. He’s never been so terrified in his life. He felt awful for getting you involved with the cartel. He should have come alone. He should have fought you harder on staying away.

“This way, Willy,” you said pulling him down a different hallway pulling him out of his mind spiral.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

You glanced over your shoulder at him. “Less apologizing and more running, Mr. Wonka,” you said, smiling mischievously at him.

Willy chuckled softly smiling back at you. Squeezing your hand. He could feel his heartbeat faster in his chest at your smile. It was his favorite thing in the world next to chocolate.

You two hide in a room pressed against each other. Willy looked down at you sheepishly. He was happy that the room, or closest more likely, was dark and you couldn’t see his cheek aflame.

Trying to look anywhere but at him, you took deep breaths to calm your fluttering heart. You were so tightly pressed together that you knew he had to feel it. Hopefully, he assumed it was fear or adrenaline.

You tried to suck in your gut. You’ve never been so insecure about your size and your face warm for a different reason now. “I’m sorry. I can try to move, give you more room,” you whispered.

Willy looked at you confused. “You aren’t taking up a lot of room. I am. My shoulders are a bit too wide. I’m sorry for crowding you,” he said, trying to move back but only accomplished in tripping and falling into you.

With lightning-fast reflexes, he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you close and flipped so he to the brunt of the fall. He groaned as he hit the ground and your head banged against his chest.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m a little clumsy,” he said, chuckling slightly.

You chuckled but tried to move to get off of him. “Sorry, I must be crushing you,” you joked.

Willy frowned, tightening his hold. “Of course, you aren’t. My Gum Drop,” he said, cupping your cheek. “Are you alright?” He asked. “You aren’t hurt.” He quickly scanned your body for any marks.

Before you could answer the door opened and the Cartel stood above you both. “Well, what do we have here? Our wanna-be chocolate maker and his little marshmallow.” They laughed while some of their goons grabbed you both.

“Hey hey. Let her go. Your issue is with me not here. I dragged her here, but she is innocent let her go,” Willy begged trying to break free and get to you. The panic in his eyes and frantic movement made your throat close up.

“Mr. Wonka, calm down. I’m okay,” you said as you both were dragged down the hall. You were terrified. You had no idea how far they would go to protect their secrets, but it couldn’t be good.

“Into the chocolate room you go,” They giggled pushing you both into the reserve of chocolate. “You said you lived and breathed chocolate. Let’s test that theory,” the said before closing the door.

Willy glared at them before swimming his way close to you and grabbing your hands. “Are you alright?” He asked.

“Yeah. I’m fine, but what are we going to do?” You asked no longer able to keep a brave face on. And on queue, the chocolate levels began to rise.

“No no. No.” Willy said as he looked around for a way out. A way to save at least you. He turned to you and cupped your face. “Hey. You are going to be okay. I am going to get you out of here,” he promised.

“What about you? You have to get out of here. You need to survive. The world could do without me. I’m a nobody, but you. You need to get out of here. Make sure these men get taken down and share your talents with the world.”

Willy whimpered at your words. The chocolate was up to his waist now. “You might think the world can do without you, but I cannot,” he said more seriously than you had ever heard him before.

You swallowed harshly and looked up into his eyes. “Mr. Wonka…” You trailed off looking away from him. “We have to get out of here,” you said trying to move away from him.

“Sweet tart, please.” He stressed grabbing your hand. Tears filled his eyes. Willy was not the sort of man to give up. He would fight tooth and nail to the end, but things were bleak, and if he died. If you died, he wanted you to know his feelings.

“No, please. You don’t have to say things like that. I didn’t know my feelings were so obvious, but you do not need to make things up to make me feel better. As if we are going to die. We aren’t going to die.”

At least he wasn’t. He was taller than you. He would last longer and while you resigned to dying you didn’t want him to see it. “There has to be a lever or something to get out of here,” you said waning through the chocolate.

“Feelings? You have feelings for me?” He repeated. The danger you both were in left his mind as he stared at you. His singular focus was you. The person he loved most. He would have left town and tried to make his dream somewhere else, but it was you that he couldn’t leave before.

It was you that he wanted to make the world a better place for. That he fought for and the reason he was here in the first place. He liked to think he would fight for justice by himself. That he was moral and good and while it could be true, he was doing it for you.

“Mr. Wonka is that what's really important right now?” You stressed moving closer to the walls, trying to get out. Willy swam after you and grabbed your waist.

“It is very important right now. It might be the only thing important. If we are to die, I want you to know the truth. I love you. And I’m sorry I got you into this mess. You are going to die because of me,” he said, cupping your face.

“Mr. Wonka-

“Please call me Willy,” he interjected.

Nodding you took a shaky breath. “Willy-

“And before you go on and on about all the horrible things people have said to you to think so lowly of yourself, don’t. You are wonderful. Absolutely wonderful and beautiful, kind, and sweet. You are perfect, gumdrop.”

You had tears in your eyes and as they fell, he quickly wiped them again. “You don’t have to return them. My feelings I mean, but you must now.” He smiled sadly before clearing his throat.

He clapped his hands. “Okay now, get on my shoulders. The chocolate is too high up on you,” he said softly but firmly.

“No no. I’m too heavy and you’ll sink more,” you shook your head and moved away from him.

Willy scoffed. “Enough of that onto my shoulders. Right now,” he huffed sassily.

“No,” you said crossing your arms.

“Yes.”

“How about you both grab the rope, climb up and we get out of here.” You and Willy looked up to see Lofty and the rest of your friends. You sighed in relief, wiping the rest of the tears.

You turned to Willy the same time he turned to you. “You first,” you both said at the same time. Lofty groaned shaking his head at the two of you.

No matter how much you showered, you still smelt like chocolate. Normally you wouldn’t mind. You spent all your free time with Willy, but this chocolate didn’t smell as amazing as his did.

You shivered as you walked down the street. Everything was over. The cartel, the chief, and all of the other corrupt people were arrested. The dusked had cleared and yet you didn’t know what to do.

“It looks like it’s going to snow,” A voice came from behind you. You smiled softly, crossing your arms behind your back.

“It does seem like it. I want a snowy Christmas. I’ve never been out and got to enjoy the snow,” you said as you continued walking. Willy caught up with you, his hands behind his back as well.

“I know you told me that when we first met. Your family treated you horribly and then you were trapped by Scrubitt.” He said.

You hummed nodding. “But now I’m free.”

“Yes free. What do you plan to do with yourself now?”

You paused in your step. “I don’t know. What are you going to do, Willy?”

He smiled loving hearing his name coming out of your mouth. “Lofty and I have decided to go into business together. I want to take you somewhere; would you like to come with me?” He asked offering him your hand.

You stared at his outstretched hand before nodding and taking it. “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” he grinned mischievously. A look that meant trouble but also a once-in-a-lifetime adventure.

“Wow. This place is amazing and whimsical,” you paused to look at him. “Perfect for Willy Wonka,” you grinned.

“I am opening a chocolate factory there. Lofty and I are actually,” he said walking around and looking over the empty castle. “It’s big enough to be a home and a place to work. It’s perfect.”

You nodded looking around as well. “It really is. I am so happy for you.” You would miss him, you thought sadly.

Seeing the slight sadness in your body language, Willy grabbed your arms and started to twirl around the empty hall with you. “I am happy you are happy. But you know what would make me happier?” He mused.

You giggled as you danced around with him. “What would make you happier?”

“If you came to stay with us. Work with me…be with me?” He looked at you hopefully, batting his eyelashes.

You two haven’t had a chance to talk about what he said, and you slightly admission in the reserve room. A part of you thought you two never would and a bigger part of you wanted too so badly.

“If it was not clear. Or you believed it was pity or near-death experience talking. I want to be firm and let you know. That I Willy Wonka of sound body and mind… well as sound as I’ve ever been-” you giggled, and he shot you a wink “-I love you. All of you, my brilliant, lovely gumdrop,” he said.

“You are making my head float,” you said.

“And you make my heart float,” he said, continuing your dance around the hall.

“I love you. I should have told you then, but I was afraid, nervous, and confused. I don’t know. I’ve been torn down too much to believe anything but the negative things about myself.”

“There are no negatives when it comes to you. Not to me,” he said, cupping your face. “Can I kiss you, gumdrop? I’ve been thinking about it for weeks.”

“Yes please,” you whispered.

Willy closed his eyes and leaned closer to you. Just as his lips brushed yours, you gasped pulling away. Willy frowned hurt until he saw where your eyes were focused outside the window where snow was coming down.

“It’s so beautiful,” you said walking close to the windows. Willy grasped your hand causing you to look down at the joint hands. Then back at him. Quickly, Willy leaned forward and pecked your lips.

You were stunned for a moment, but Willy smiled and started to pull you outside. “Shall we go place in the snow?”

You followed behind him. “It’s barely stuck to the ground, Willy.”

“It will stick. We can play. Be children and then I’ll make us some of my famous hot cocoa?”

“You have a famous hot cocoa?” You asked as you took in the night air and the falling snowflakes.

“Well, I hope it will be one day. For now, it is just for us,” he said, squeezing your hand.

Smiling you turned and kissed his cheek. “I think that sounds lovely. What shall we do first, make a snowman? Or make snow angels?” You said buzzing with excitement.

Willy hummed tapping his chin. “I think we should make snowman first.” He dug in his pocket and pulled out a carrot, two buttons, and cocoa beans. “And look I have just the things we need.”

“You tend to have everything just in your pocket, mister magic man,” you said. Turning around you could see the snow has stuck a few inches now. It seemed impossible, but nothing was impossible when it came to Willy.

“I am just always well prepared,” he said. “Now let’s start working on the body. We will need a lot of snow,” he said.

“Then let’s get on it,” you said. You both quickly got to work on building your snowman. “There I better snow over here,” you called out.

“Better snow?” He teased.

“Shush, Mr. Wonka.”

“Ah, so I’m back to Mr. Wonka,” he said turning away from you.

You felt suspicious crawl up your spine, and you quickly turned to make a snowball. “Yes, you are right back to Mr. Wonka,” you teased.

“Well, if that is how you truly feel my sweet Gumdrop.” You turned just in time to get a face full of snow. “Oh goodness. I didn’t mean to hit you in the face,” Willy said as he came over to you and quickly wiped the snow away.

You laughed. “Oh, it is on now.” You smirked causing Willy to back up raising his hands and backing up slowly. “Where are you off to?” You teased before throwing your snowball.

Willy moved but still got hit in the side. You were quickly running off and grabbing more snow to make another ball with Willy doing the same.

You took cover behind a pillar, and he hid behind a tree as you both tossed snowball after snowball at each other. The area was loud with your laughter as you chased each other around and around.

You ran until you both passed out in the snow next to each other. Willy laughed joyously as he turned his hand to look at you. You glowed in the snow. The happiness on your face made him feel as if he was watching an angel.

“Beautiful,” he breathed in awe. You looked over at him to see his green eyes staring deeply into yours.

“Don’t stare at me like that,” you whispered.

Frowning he moved closer, brushing snow out of your hair. “Why not?” He asked cocking his head to the side like a puppy.

“Because it makes me feel all warm,” you said, feeling childish about your words.

He grinned at your words. Quickly move until he is hovering over you. “Well, it is cold out here. I would hate to have a frozen pop instead of a gumdrop. Shall I warm you up more,” he asked sweetly.

Your mouth dried so you just nodded. Slowly he leaned down, giving you plenty of time to reject him but you just wrapped your arms around his neck, tangling in the curls at the base of his neck and kissing him.

His lips were soft, like little clouds and there was a hint of chocolate of course. You couldn’t help but press your lips harder against his and deepen the kiss. Willy whined softly his hands moved to your waist squeezing your hips.

You moaned into his mouth and pulled away in embarrassment. Willy's eyes fluttered open and he stared down at your soft and dreamy. “I like your waist,” he confessed. “I like having you in my hands, squeezing and touching you.”

Your cheek heated and you felt as if the snow around you could melt with the flames burning between the two of you. “Oh. Really you like my waist? I’ve always found it-“

“shush” and he was kissing you one more. His hands dug into your waist and fed you his tongue slowly. You giggled as you tasted more chocolate and Willy grinned against your lips.

“Honestly, I’m quite happy for you two, but in the snow. When we have so much work to do?” Lofty voiced from near you causing you to break apart.

“Sorry Lofty” you said in unison.

“Good heavens,” he said rolling his eyes.

Willy laughed and helped you to your feet, pulling you close under his arms. “Shall we go make that hot chocolate?” He suggested kissing your forehead.

You smiled, placing a hand on the side of his face. “Yes, we should, Willy.” You leaned closer and kissed him sweetly once more.

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