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[blueikky]

Summary: Lady Hilda didn't always have the best ideas, but slapping Prince Loki was, without a doubt, the worst of her choices. Or the best.

Pairing: Loki X Fem!Oc

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: +18, suggestive language, obscenity without much context.

A/N: English is not my mother tongue, so there may be mistakes here and there. Maybe I'll post this text in full ^3^

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Lady Hilda didn't always have the best ideas, but slapping Prince Loki was, without a doubt, the worst of her choices.

Or the best.

The crack produced by the blow echoed in the air, filling the golden hall. The few maids who passed by the place widened their eyes, stunned, paralyzed between one step and the next. Hitting a prince was bad enough, but hitting the god of trickery was infinitely worse.

Loki, taken by surprise, felt the impact. His head turned slightly with the force of the blow, but he quickly turned back to face Hilda, his eyes shining with a mixture of surprise and something that could almost be admiration. And then, at the corner of his lips, a smile appeared. Not a sneer, but something more complex — an acknowledgment of her strength and courage.

He slowly raised his hand, touching the cheek where the slap had left its mark. Loki's smile was subtle, but it carried a universe of emotions: irony, pain, and a kind of reluctant respect. His jade-green eyes fixed on hers, and for a moment, it was as if the full weight of her actions and choices passed between them without words.

"Well, that was... intense," he murmured, his voice silky and full of dark humor.

Hilda, breathless and surprised by her own audacity, stared at the prince. Her eyes gleaming with fury.

"I suppose I deserve an explanation," he added.

"And Lady Liv deserved respect," she shouted, her chin raised. "You were cruel and mean, no one deserves to be treated with such..."

Loki, with furrowed brows, interrupted her. "Who is Liv?"

Hilda, who thought she had reached the peak of irritation, bubbled with anger.

"Lady Liv is a young maiden who made the mistake of falling for the prince.” She said through gritted teeth. “But it's all just a joke to you, isn't it? Always having fun at the expense of others, you didn't think twice before hurting her feelings!”

“Ah, that Liv,” he gestured dismissively. “A wretched creature, without a trace of fun or grace. A waste of time. I'm afraid I haven't found another efficient way to discourage her advances.”

“Oh, you…!”

Hilda raised her arm, her open hand ready to meet his face. But before she could slap him, Loki grabbed her wrist firmly, pulling her roughly until the distance between them was drastically reduced. Enraged, she raised her other hand only for him to immobilize her, pinning her arms behind her back.

It was easy to forget that the studious and mischievous Prince Loki was as strong as his brother. Under his steely grip, Hilda felt small and subdued.

The prince's fingers closed on her jaw, forcing her to look up. A wicked smile curved his lips, certainly enjoying the situation.

"You can't catch me off guard twice," he said, his tone dangerously low.

"Let me go!" she demanded, writhing wildly until he grabbed her with more force, crushing her against his hard, warm chest. "Let me go right now... oh, oh... you terrible..." Sighing, Hilda stopped resisting, her face flushed with effort.

“Isn’t it easier this way?” he asked sweetly, leaning in until everything that separated their faces was just a breath away. “Surrender is part of your nature, after all. Haven’t you ever been taught to kneel before your sovereign?”

Hilda had never been so close to the prince. His presence confused her senses and made her weave foolish ideas. An aura of power surrounded him, chaotic and effervescent. Overwhelming. It made her knees weak.

“You are not a king,” she hissed, needing great concentration to put together consonants and vowels that made sense.

Surprise sparked in her green eyes, but as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared.

“I am Loki of Asgard, and I am charged with a great purpose.” The fingers on her jaw ran down the side of her neck, the prince's gaze fixed on her mouth. “And you could be by my side… or, even better,” he began, opening a devilish smile. “On or under me.”

Surprise was stamped on Hilda's face at that insinuation. Images appeared in her mind before she could contain themselves. Of Loki above her, kissing and caressing her, stealing her breath, claiming her until every inch of her knew who belonged to him. That wicked mouth would make her desire unspeakable things, make her forget her own name. She would beg for more. And then he would touch her, leaving a trail of fire wherever his fingers passed, marking her so deeply that it would leave a mark on her soul.

“Oh, you can imagine, can't you?” He questioned, pouring the words into her ear “I would make you feel so good, Hilda.”

With her face burning, she tried feebly to free herself, all too aware of how hard his body was in all the places where hers was soft. Without strength, she pressed her face against his shoulder, feeling a terrible discomfort in her belly. It was as if the blood in her veins had been replaced by liquid fire.

“Let me go,” she asked, her voice trembling like a candle flame.

“Is that what you want?” She shivered as she felt his touch on the back of her neck, his fingers tangled in her hair. “I don’t think so. In fact, I would say it’s the opposite.” Hilda almost tripped over her own feet when he pushed her back, making her take a step back, then another, and another until her back hit the wall. The impact knocked the air from her lungs. Loki pinned her wrists to the sides of her head, leaning toward her, rolling his lips languidly along her jaw.

“Tell me to stop,” he demanded, nibbling on the soft skin of her neck. “Tell me.”

I can’t, she thought. Feeling weak and feverish, Hilda sighed as she felt his lips touch her neck. A growl scratched the prince's throat before he finally decided to end her torment, kissing her impetuously. His mouth was soft and cruel, there was no gentleness when he moved his lips, invading her mouth, teasing her with his tongue until she moaned. With her eyes closed, Hilda leaned against the prince's chest, intoxicated by his scent, trying at all costs to get closer. When the lack of air made her lungs burn, Loki destined wet kisses on her neck and lap, venturing to the edge of her dress's neckline before returning to her neck.

"Let me touch you," he begged, gasping as his teeth dug into her skin. When he didn't let go of her wrists, she whimpered, "P-please... oh, I need to touch you."

She could feel his smile pressed against her skin. Slowly, he released her, lifting her face until their eyes met. The backs of his fingers brushed against her cheek gently, encouraging her.

"Good girl." From the tone of his voice, the meaning of his words was anything but chaste. But Hilda didn't think about them for long, because soon his lips moved against hers again.

Hilda opened her eyes, feeling her knees tremble and a terrible discomfort between her legs. For a foolish moment, breathing became an impossible task. She was not pressed between the wall and the prince, he was not even close to her. A meter away, Loki stared at her with orbs shining with malice, although his jaw was clenched. Perfectly composed, and of course, with his hands stupidly far from her. "Is that what you've been thinking about, Lady Hilda?" He clicked his tongue, shaking his head negatively. "I didn't know you had so much interest in me, in my lips and my fingers." An illusion. It had all been nothing more than a damned illusion. A punch in the stomach would have left her less disoriented. She didn't know to what extent he had influenced her mind. And she didn't know to what extent she wished that had actually happened. That thought haunted her, making her take a step back.

“You scoundrel, don’t come near me!”

“But isn’t that what you want?” Loki stepped forward, his gaze darkened. “You need to make up your mind, sweet Hilda. Don’t you want me to have you? It seemed to me that was what you wanted while I fucked you with my fingers.”

“Stop!” she shouted, feeling her eyes burn with humiliation.

“No, don’t cry.” He got close enough to hold her face, keeping it locked when she tried to pull back. “Do you know what the best part is?” his voice sweet as poison. “The illusion was mine, but you were the one in control of your decisions. You desired those things, Hilda. You.”

A lump seemed to have lodged in her throat. Cursed was the moment she decided to take Lady Liv’s pains. With the prince’s hands still on her face, she forced herself to hold his gaze.

“My prince, if I desired it, I was also desired.” I imagine it must be hard to deal with your brother's leftovers.

“Oh, what a sharp tongue!” He smiled, indifferent to the provocation. “I can imagine what she's capable of.”

“Let me go.”

“As you wish.” He finally let her go, taking a step back before looking her up and down, giving her a condescending smile. “Do you know what the best way to get rid of temptation is, Hilda? It's by giving in to it.”

[willymywonkers]

A Trip into the Factory

Summary: Maude gets invited into the factory for the first time in years. Chaos and fluff ensues.

A/N: This really is an excuse for me to try and write Wonka a little better. It's not too great I'll admit that, but I'm still getting used to writing him, lmaoooo.

It was a typical Tuesday afternoon for Maude, which mainly included grading assignments and checking over the kids work.

However, there was one thing different about this Tuesday. Charlie invited her over to the factory for dinner.

Usually she'd be happy to visit the Buckets, the only set back here was actually going into the factory.

Ever since Wonka and her reunited, things had been a little rocky. Maude was always busy with her students, and tried to creating some order in her schedule. Will was busy mentoring Charlie around the factory. There wasn't any time for them to really connect.

"Sure, I think she would thoroughly enjoy the factory, heh." Willy said, trying very hard to seem confident.

"And, when you're done, we can have dinner with my family." Charlie smiled with excitement.

"Yeah." Will gulped, slightly.

This was one of Willy Wonka's rare moments where he was uncertain. Usually, he knew exactly how people would react when entering the factory, but Maude was a different story. She helped sculpt every room when it was first built.

Willy had planned on asking Maude to move in with him before she got married. Being business partners was one thing, but being actually together was another. He knew from the start on why he didn't like her husband. Even during the wedding, Willy tried to be supportive of her. Hell, he even made especially for her a dozen chocolate roses. His feelings for her never really went away. He just wanted her to be happy.

After being isolated from the world for over 15 years, it really took a toll on how he interacted with others.

Meanwhile, Maude was dealing with her own worries. She looked at herself in the mirror, constantly overthinking.

She needed to leave in about 30 minutes, and that wasn't enough time either. Maude rummaged through her closet desperately searching for something to wear. Eventually, she found a brown dress that was casual enough to wear without looking completely overdressed.

She slipped on some heels and grabbed her coat before heading out the door. She was lucky the factory was walking distance from her house, but when the gates opened, she was extremely hesitant to go inside.

'Come on, Maude. Don't be pathetic.' She thought as her hand was just inches away from the door.

She bit her lip, tapping her gloved fist against the cold steel door.

Suddenly, there was a click and the door swung open. Maude stepped back, surprised a little at the sudden opening of the door.

Wonka stood just a little bit outside the door. He smiled, greeting Maude at the door.

"Heh, welcome, Maude." Will flashed a big smile at her.

She smiled back, taking off her coat. "It's quite warm in here, Will."

"Ah yes. It's because of my oompa loompas. They just can't stand the cold."

Maude tilted her head at Will. "Right, and what are oompa loompas again?"

Charlie had told her about these 'oompa loompas' but she wasn't entirely sure about what they are.

"Oh, well, they're my workers. They were directly imported from Loopmaland." Will explained as the two walked down the large hall.

"Loopmaland? I've never heard of that place before." Maude seemed to look even more confused.

"Well, I discovered it while I was searching the world of exotic candy." Will hummed.

Maude couldn't help, but be amazed at the amount of things Will had done throughout the years. Maude felt that she didn't really accomplish anything. After she left Ron, she mostly did boring adult stuff. When she worked in the factory, Maude felt unique and carefree. Will would listen to all her ideas for different kinds of mixtures. She remembered a time where she felt happy being in the factory, because it almost was a sanctuary to her.

The hallway began to get slimmer and slimmer. Soon enough Maude and Willy crouched down to get to the very small door at the end of the hallway.

"I don't remember the chocolate room being this small." Maude joked, trying not to hit her head on the suddenly short ceiling.

Willy shook his head. "It's not. Just watch."

Just as he turned the key, a whole world was opened up for Maude. Her eyes widened. Her lips parted at the view.

It was meadows of gorgeous green grass, and luscious chocolate river that flowed throughout the factory.

There was buttercups at her feet, and a jelly pumpkin on her right.

Maude felt overwhelmed with joy. "You did all this?" Her voice was below a whisper.

Willy smiled wide. "Yeah, I did."

Maude turned to Willy, smiling dreamily at him. "Wow.." Her body suddenly when limp, as she passed out in a sudden trance.

Willy panicked, catching her before she hit the ground. "Maude? Maude!!"

She snapped out of her trance. "Yes? Yes! I'm awake."

Will took a deep breath. "Heh, good. I was worried that I killed ya there."

Maude chuckled, blushing slightly by the way Wonka was holding her.

Wonka seemed to noticed it too. He cleared his throat. "Well, let's get a move on. There's lots of things I wanna show you."

He set Maude back down on her feet. She chuckled nervously, still amazed at the view.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of low drumming. A purple sea horse shaped boat pulled up right next to Willy and Maude.

"Hop on board!" Willy stepped onto the boat, with Maude following behind.

The Oompa Loompas seemed to be chattering amongst themselves and chuckling.

"What are they laughing about?" Maude chuckled.

He laughed nervously. "Surely, it's from all those doggone coca beans. They're a bit of a handful."

Maude smiled. "They seem quite lovely. I think I got a report from Charlie, talking about living with the Oompa Loompas. It was incredibly-"

"Weird?" Willy interrupted.

"Yeah, but, a good kind of weird." Maude chuckled. "You're a great mentor."

Willy's smile faltered slightly. "Well, I have to get him prepared to run this factory. There's not a lot of people I could trust to hold the secret recipes, and keep them secret."

"Right."

"I guess the only other person would be you."

Maude's expression shifted from happiness to a bit of sadness. She attempted to smile. "Thank you, Will."

She stared blankly for a few seconds. She began to remember Ron's horrid yelling.

"You'll always be in his shadow, Maude. Don't you want your own factory? He stole most of your ideas, Maude. A few of his would be nothing."

Maude would always refuse to steal from Will. Ron would call her a coward. Still, this torment would go on for hours, until she resigned.

The boat began to diverge into a dark tunnel. Maude's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the Oompa Loompas drumming as it began to get faster and faster.

"Can they see where they're going?" Maude said, as she turned to Willy.

"Hehe, no." Will chuckled. "There's no telling where they're going."

Maude's face turned pale as she held on to the side of the boat.

The boat suddenly took sharp dive right into the tunnel. The boat looped and turned as chocolate splashed its sides. Maude suddenly had her arms around Wonka's, holding onto dear life. Will looked over at her a little surprised. In most situations, Will despised human contact. Here, he was just amused. Even when he was a little boy, he hates when adults touched his hair, or even when they lightly tapped his shoulder. However, he was very loose when it came to Maude. She didn't appreciate close contact either, but in very few moments, Maude would casually touch his hand accidentally. She would always say sorry, but it was strange because Will didn't mind it. It was an odd connection between the two. They really just couldn't explain it.

Maude was still holding onto Will as the boat came to a stop. She sighed in relief, but quickly let go of Will.

"Sorry." Maude muttered.

Will gulped. "No matter. Let's continue."

The boat had stopped in front of the experimentation room, a place where Maude was quite familiar with.

"The experiments room. I'm pretty sure you know this one, heh." Will said, hoping off the boat.

Maude looked around, admiring the enormous amounts of lab equipment, as well as different kinds of experiments. "Oh, wow. It's gotten quite modernized."

"You're darn right. I've testing out a ton of new candy, but sometimes it's so hard to focus on one." Willy turned towards a big machine. He turned it on and out came a single stick of gum.

"This piece, right here, is a full 3 course dinner all in itself."

Maude picked up the stick of gum, and simply looked at it.

"I wouldn't eat it. There's still a few things wrong with the mixture."

"I see, and what seems to be wrong with it." Maude carefully set the stick back down.

"Well, it's ok, once it gets to the end. It's the blueberry pie that does it. I've tried it on like 20 Oompa Loompas, and each one ended up like a giant blueberry."

"Do you think it's because you made the mixture of the pie too strong?" Maude examined the sample closely, just before sticking it in her mouth.

"Yeah, well." Will's eyes widened as she stuck the gum in her mouth. "Just spit it out once it gets too sweet."

The flavors were very incredible, however it didn't mask the faint blueberry aftertaste that plagued each flavor. Once it got a but too sweet, she immediately spat it out.

Will looked at her with a bit of disgust. He kept a bit of a distance from her. After a few moments, nothing happened.

"I think I know the problem. The blueberry pie mixture is too strong. It masks all the other flavors with a sweet aftertaste." Maude put the gum in the nearest trash can. "If you eliminate that strong aftertaste, then I believe the gum should be just fine."

Willy's expression turned from disgust to ecstatic in a matter of seconds. He grabbed Maude by the hand, and shook it vigorously. "Maude, you're a genius. Absolutely incredible. I don't get why I didn't think of that sooner."

Maude smiled slightly. "This is just like old times. Remember when we were experimenting with those fizzy lifting bubbles? We flew so high. We almost lost our heads."

"Yeah, haha. I remember." Will nodded, still holding onto Maude's hand.

"I remember Ron being so worried." Maude laughed.

Willy's smile soon faded. "Yeah, him."

Hearing that name again really made Will's blood boil. He had an idea what was happening with Maude and Ron. Will had really hoped Maude would choose candy making over Ron, because that's what made her happy.

His gloved hand had a tight hold on Maude's. "It's really weird, heh."

"What is?" Maude asked.

"Being here with you. I just would've figured you'd always be with me, making candy in the factory."

"Well, I'm here right now."

"That's not what I mean."

Maude tilted her head up at him, a little confused. They looking into each other's eyes for a moment. His gorgeous purple eyes burrow deep into her dark chocolate ones.

He leaned in, giving Maude a tiny peck on the lips. It was quick and painless. Still, it made Maude go red as a cherry.

Willy giggled, wiping the tiny kiss off his lips.

"W-wow.." Maude muttered. "That was unexpected." She blinked for a few moments, promptly pinching herself, before even realizing what had happened.

"Heh, I've always wanted to try that." Will said, smiling wide. "Kissing is so weird."

"But it's a good kind of weird." Maude chuckled, as she pulled Will into another kiss.

This was so much better than she could've imagined.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi :) You're awesom ^^ Uhm... can you write someting sweet with Jameson and Little Mermaid reader or something like that? Like... reader realy love singing and they are good at it but something happened (magic or an accident) and their lose their voice. The reader can really be a mermaid. I'll leave that up to you. Thank you soooo much and I want to say that I'm glad I know your blog :)

Aww thanks dear ^w^ Hope you like the story~ I had fun writing this! (of course I ALWAYS have fun writing for my dapper son :3 )

Although it was taboo to your kind, you found yourself growing fond of a certain human that came onto the beach almost every evening.

He was well-dressed in a blue vest, a white shirt, a black bowtie, and sported a well-groomed mustache.

He also had a hat…keyword had, as it was currently stowed away in your drawer.

You found it lying on the shoreline one day, and when you saw him walking away without knowing he had lost it, you tried to call out to him…

Only to remember that you had no voice.

Unfortunately, you had lost it due to a near-death accident with fishing nets long ago. Your parents, having known of your fondness for humans, forbid you from seeing the surface again after that, believing all of them to be heartless monsters.

But you didn’t. You’ve seen all kinds of good humans, such as the blue-green haired-man on the shore.

Hopefully you could return his hat and, perhaps, even get to know him by name.………….

‘Where is it?? Where is it??’ Jameson thought in a panic, quickly ditching his shoes and socks and rolling his pants up to his knees. He then ran down to the beach, worried eyes scanning the sand for any sign of his beloved hat.

When he reached the shoreline, his chest began to tremble as he looked hopelessly out into the horizon. He then sank to his knees, tears filling up his eyes.

Any normal person wouldn’t get this upset over losing a silly hat. But the silly tears ended up falling down his cheeks. He sniffled and tried to wipe them away, only for them to become replaced by new ones.

So he just gave up and hugged himself, staring out into the endless sea as he sniffled.

Then….he saw, in the distance, what appeared to be some kind of whale’s tail emerge from the waves. It quickly ducked back under, and, at first, Jameson believed he was just seeing things..

Until a figure that was more human than whale leaped into the air before diving back into the water.

His jaw dropped.

Was that….an actual mermaid?

He then saw her leap again, this time changing direction and going towards the rocks along the edge of the beach.………….

Your heart was practically fluttering as you spotted the man on the beach. He was right there!

What better timing could this possibly be?

With a grin you held his hat tightly in your grasp as you swam and leaped out of the water so he would see you. Then you dove back under and towards the rocks.

Least to say, you were nervous, but excited, to finally meet him in person.

You eventually reached a platform-shaped rock that was big enough for you to sit on. And so you did, hoisting yourself up onto it with your strong arms.

Once you got comfortable, you heard splashing and looked over, your cheeks a bright red as you saw him enter the water, wading towards you. Thankfully it was only up to his kneecaps.

For a moment, though, he stopped and gawked at you.

Smiling, you scooted over a little and patted the spot beside you in invitation. As soon as he realized what you wanted him to do, he quickly made his way over, trying to get onto the rock…

Only to slip and fall back into the shallow water, his clothes and hair getting all soaking wet.

You silently giggled at his musings, setting down the hat and helping him up yourself. He was initially stunned by your strength, but then again…you were a mermaid so what would he expect?

Once he sat down beside you, he looked at you up and down. Still blushing, you waited for him to say something.

Then, finally, he turned to you and put his hands up.

“Are you really a mermaid?”

You blinked in surprise, before you smiled and signed back:

“Yes.”

He gawked once more, stunned at the fact that you understood him. “You know sign language?”

You smiled innocently. “Yes. My parents have taught me it from these wonderful things called “books”.”

“May I ask for your name?”

“[Y/n]. And yours?”

“Jameson Jackson. Feel free to call me Jamie if you’d like.”

Ah, “Jamie”. Now you knew the name of the human you’ve admired for so long. Given how he hasn’t said a peep, you had a feeling that he was in the same predicament as you were, which brought you some comfort.

“Alright, Jamie. It’s nice to finally meet you in person.” You and him shook hands, before you dropped your arm and glanced down at you tail. Then you perked up, remembering something.

You picked up the hat and looked back at Jameson, who seemed to be admiring your [f/c], shiny scales. With a smile you tapped his shoulder.

He looked over and opened his mouth, as if to gasp, as he saw what was in your hands. You handed it over to him, suddenly a bit worried that he was going to be angry that you stole it from him.

So the moment he glanced up at you, that’s when you quickly signed, “Please don’t be mad. I found it lying on the shore. I couldn’t call out to you so I kept it safe until you-”

However, you were unable to finish your sentence as Jameson suddenly threw his arms around you, hugging you tight. At first, you were stunned by the fact that a human was embracing you.

Then you heard him sniffle a little, but it seemed that he was happy you gave him his hat back, so you returned the hug to comfort him, patting his back.

After a few moments you both pulled away. His eyes were red and puffy, but there was a wide smile on his face as he put the hat back on his head.

“Thank you so much for protecting it,” he told you, “It truly means a lot to me. How can I repay you?”

You were surprised by his offer, and for about a minute or so you gave it some thought. Eventually, an imaginary lighbulb appeared above your head and you turned back to Jameson. “I wanna get to know you more. My parents always told me that all humans were bad. But after meeting you I don’t believe so.”

At your response, his heart fluttered and a blush rose to his cheeks. “Sure!” He replied excitedly, his eyes shining with happiness. “I can come visit you right here! In this very spot! I could always bring you more books from my world if you want.”

You nodded in agreement, beaming at the grinning gentleman.

As taboo as this sort of meeting was, somehow, someway…fate decided to play right in your favor tonight.

And you couldn’t be happier for that.