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[jamiewintons]

All in a Day’s Work (Felix Fickelgruber/F!Reader)

Summary: Being Mr. Fickelgruber’s personal assistant involves a lot of duties that one might not expect, but you’re willing to go that extra mile.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY!), Oral Sex (M!Receiving), Desk Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Implied Exhibitionism, Unprofessional Behaviour, Boss/Employee, A little bit of degradation, softness towards the end.

A/N: Hope you enjoy 😘 The idea of Fickelgruber asking you whether you prefer the taste of chocolate or something else (😉) was inspired by @reluctantjoe

Word Count: 1922

Fickelgruber Tag List: I don't have one yet!! Send me an ask (off-anon or with the blog you want me to tag noted in the ask) and I'll make sure to tag you anytime I write stuff for him ❤️

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Things like this certainly hadn’t been in your job description, but at this point, you weren’t really complaining. For starters, the pay was amazing, and Mr. Fickelgruber gave you all kinds of perks when you did a good job. He wasn’t the most generous man you’d ever met, but he always appreciated your hard work.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice strained as he tangled his fingers in your hair. You moaned softly at the praise, and the vibrations sent bolts of pleasure through his entire body. That made him moan too, and tug gently on your hair.

Your knees were beginning to ache where you were kneeling, but honestly, you didn’t mind too much. You were far too focused on the task Mr. Fickelgruber had assigned to you to think about the pain, because you were nothing if not efficient.

Your tongue swirled gracefully around his shaft as you took him deeper into your mouth, the movement making Fickelgruber’s hips buck upwards slightly. It almost made you gag, but you were used to it - you’d been his personal assistant for nearly two years, and you’d been fulfilling his… non-professional needs for just under half that time.

And because of that, you could read him and his reactions quite well. You could tell from the sound of his breathing and the way his fingers were rubbing against your scalp that he was getting close. Any moment now he would either cum down your throat or pull out of your mouth - sometimes he’d cum on your face, while at other times he’d want to fuck you properly (and that’s how you knew when you’d done a particularly good job).

Then, like clockwork, he used his grip on your hair to pull you off of him. He hadn’t cum yet, so you knew that meant your work was far from finished. His free hand grabbed for the box of chocolates that he always kept in his desk drawer for these exact occasions. Your mouth was still open, and Fickelgruber placed the little treat on your tongue once he’d removed it from its wrapping.

"There you go, my dear," he said in a tone that was almost affectionate, but it was offset by the nearly painful grip he still had on your hair. The chocolate was absolutely delicious, and you couldn’t help but close your eyes and moan while you savoured the taste. This made him smirk, a quiet, dark chuckle escaping him. "Tell me, which do you enjoy more? The taste of my cock, or chocolate?"

Once you’d swallowed the chocolate, you spoke. "I can’t decide, sir," you said softly, staring up at him with your eyes wide. "I like both too much. I don’t think I could pick one over the other."

"Well, I suppose that’s an adequate answer." Fickelgruber smirked, finally letting go of your hair. Whether it was his cock or his chocolate that you were tasting, it was all him, wasn’t it? He pulled his chair back slightly so that you could stand up, and once you had, he reached out to idly play with the hem of your skirt. "Now, you know what to do, my dear." He held his finger up and twirled it around - a silent order for you to turn around.

You did so, and anticipating what he would ask next, you bent forward over his desk. Your skirt - which was scandalously short by professional standards, though Mr. Fickelgruber had called it your 'special uniform' - rode up so that Fickelgruber could get a glimpse of your panties beneath.

Fickelgruber snickered. "Oh, I am so glad to have an assistant that takes the initiative." His hand trailed up the back of your thigh until he reached your skirt, which he then pushed up. Now that he had a proper view of your undergarments, he let his finger brush over the wet spot that had formed there. "So wet already, dear, and I haven’t even touched you yet," he told you in a teasing voice. "You really must love having my cock in your mouth."

"Yes, sir," you moaned, trying to push your hips back against his finger in an attempt to get some more friction. In response, Fickelgruber laughed softly and gently swatted you on the backside. You whimpered slightly at the sting, and immediately ceased your movements. "Sorry, sir."

His fingers found the waistband of your panties, and he slowly began to pull them down your thighs, savouring the sight of you bent over for him. Fickelgruber loved how obedient you were, how needy you always were for him. But most of all, he loved that you were all his, and that he was the only man who had the pleasure of having you like this.

You heard Fickelgruber stand up from his chair, and then you felt his warm fingers teasing your pussy, moving from your clit down to your entrance and then back again. It took all of your willpower to not squirm. His finger dipped into your wetness for a moment, before he pulled it back out. He leaned over you to whisper into your ear. "I think you’re more than ready. Isn’t that right, my dear?"

"Mmm, yes, sir… please…" You nodded frantically, bracing yourself for him to finally enter you. He stood back up straight behind you, and you felt his cock against your entrance. He didn’t push inside right away, however - instead taking a few moments to tease you. You didn't complain, because you knew that it would be more than worth the wait.

You let out an almost pathetic whimper - which you tried to cover up by clapping your hand over your mouth, but you weren't quick enough - when you felt him sink inside of you. Though you couldn't see, he smirked at the noise, and placed his hands on your hips.

Fickelgruber let out a deep sigh, giving the both of you just a few seconds to adjust before he began to move. He moved slowly but deep and hard, making sure you felt absolutely everything with each thrust he made inside of you. You were sure that your brain had switched off already, resting your cheek against the surface of the desk beneath you. If you weren’t careful, you’d probably end up drooling. It wouldn’t be the first time.

You didn’t even realise how much noise you were making, but your curses and pleas of "sir" and "Mr. Fickelgruber" were echoing throughout the large room. Fickelgruber loved it - the idea that he could turn such an intelligent and hard-working woman into an absolute mess who could think of nothing but him and what he was doing to you. He valued the power he had over you more than anything else, though he’d probably never admit such a thing out loud.

When he pulled out suddenly, you whined in annoyance, but Fickelgruber simply tutted before flipping you over so you were laying on your back. Before you could even open your mouth to say anything - if you were even capable at this point - he’d already grabbed onto your thighs and thrust himself deep inside you once again.

"You’re being so noisy, my dear," Fickelgruber said with a somewhat mocking tone, leaning down over you so that he could whisper in your ear as he sped up the pace of his hips. Then, he brought his mouth to your neck so that he could suck bruises into the sensitive skin, which you’d have a lot of fun trying to cover up so none of your coworkers saw it. Of course, this did nothing to keep you quiet, only making your moans louder, but that was exactly what he wanted. "If you’re not careful, someone might hear you, and come in here to check what’s going on. Is that what you want, hmm? For everyone to see what a little slut you are for me?"

Having locked the door yourself before you went down on him, you knew that there was no chance of someone walking in and seeing what was happening. But the thought of it alone, combined with the way Fickelgruber was whispering in your ear, made your pussy clench around his cock. He laughed, loving how easy it was to affect you, but it quickly turned into a moan.

"Oh, you like that idea, do you? I suppose you’re even more naughty than I thought." Fickelgruber’s words were scolding, but you knew very well how much he loved having you like this. "That’s what you want, is it? For people to see you getting fucked over my desk like a whore? Maybe next time I’ll take you up against the window, and let everyone on the street below see that you belong to me."

That was it. That was what pushed you over the edge. The combination of possessiveness and degradation that made your head spin. You let out a loud sob as your climax hit you, writhing helplessly beneath him as he continued fucking you through it. Fickelgruber shifted so that he could kiss your lips to quiet you down a little - you really were getting loud enough that it might draw attention now, and he liked keeping you as his little secret. For now at least.

Eventually, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer - not with how your warm, wet walls were squeezing him for dear life - and he came as well, buried as deep inside you as possible while his warmth flooded you. He moaned against your lips, and the way your name sounded when he uttered it in such ecstasy made you feel like you could finish again. But thankfully, you didn’t, which was probably a positive since you were already exhausted after one orgasm.

"Good girl," Fickelgruber mumbled breathlessly, pressing kisses against your neck and jawline as both of you slowly recovered from your highs, and there seemed to be a genuine softness in the way he spoke to you that hadn’t been present the first time you’d done this. Now that you thought about it, it almost seemed as if he’d become more and more fond of you each time you had sex, and he’d certainly become more possessive as of late. Almost as if he actually had feelings for you. Maybe. Your stomach fluttered at the possibility.

He gave you one last kiss on the lips as he slowly pulled his softening cock out of you, gazing approvingly at the sight of some of his cum leaking from your pussy. Fickelgruber quickly pulled your panties back up for you, keeping any more of it from dripping out. That was quite the contrast to your first tryst also - he’d been somewhat dismissive then, and this was the first time he’d ever helped you redress, even if it was just helping you put your underwear back on.

"I suppose we had better get back to work, hadn’t we, dear?" Fickelgruber told you with a smile as he fixed his trousers and rebuckled his belt, before sitting down in his chair once again. With shaking legs, you stood up from his desk, intending to walk back to your own workstation, but he grabbed you by the wrist to stop you before you could get too far. Then, he gave you another quick kiss before letting you go.

It’s safe to say that you found it difficult to concentrate on your work after that, but you powered through, as you always did. Fickelgruber was glad that he'd hired you, for oh so many reasons.

[rattyshipss]

Felix Fickelgruber x gn! Reader

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Cw: None, just Christmas fluff

Felix shuffled uncomfortably through the library filled with old, Dusty books, at least that's how he'd describe it, he had no clue how you could like such conditions. He spotted Noodle at the front desk, helping a poo- person.

"Noodle?..." He said hesitantly as if he wasn't sure how to address her. "Rich chocolate maker man, how do you do?" Noodle looked up from a book on the counter. "Hi, I need your... expert advice." Noodle eyed him even more confused. "Advice on what?" Felix shifted his gaze back and forth from Noodle. "Love advice." Noodle almost spit out her cup of water onto the book. "one, why do you need love advice? And two why are you asking me?" Felix sighed, fidgiting with his suit tie. "W-well because, you know them." "Oh?" "Oh."

Noodle giggled, her eyes shifting towards you, the extravagant man couldn't hide anything and that included his massive crush on you. "So? Gold or diamond?" "What?" Felix rolled his eyes pulling out two necklaces. "Does (Y/n) like gold or diamond? I didn't know which to get so I just got both. Wait or would they prefer both?" Felix contemplated while Noodle looked at him with a mix of pity and amusement. "Really?" Noodle said causing Felix to tilt his head in confusion. "What?"

Noodle shook her head. "You don't have to but them stuff like that." Even more confusion. "What do you mean? It's gold and diamonds!" Noodle sighed stepping around the counter. "She doesn't want fancy expensive showy gifts." Noodle said waving her hands in the air in a mocking way with her words. "Just give them something from the heart, they'll love it."

"From the heart?"

"Mhmm!"

Felix stared at Noodle, eyes wide while his mind ran wild trying to come up with something.

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"(Y/n!)"

(Y/n) jumped a bit at Felix's shriek, looking over to see him prancing towards them. "Felix! Hey, how- how are you?" Felix made his way to them, standing in a way one could only describe as gentlemanly. After exchanging pleasantries Felix fidgeted nervously with the small box in his hands.

"Uhm I brought you something, this." He held the box out infront of them. It was wrapped in beautiful wrapping paper with a shiny golden bow wrapped around it, probably to make up for the lack of riches he thought the gift held. "Oh, thank you Felix." Felix, you're the only one who addressed him by his first name. He nodded, giving them an awkward smile. "An early Christmas gift. You can open it now!" (Y/n) gave him a sweet smile back before starting to unwrap the present when Felix spoke up again. "Oh! And this, this is from me and Noodle." He handed them another package dressed in beautiful string and doodles, Noodle doodles.

"Thank you, Felix." Unwrapping the first gift you uncovered an array of Chocolates, Fickelgruber chocolates in particular. "I uhm- I wanted to give you some of my specialty, chocolate!" Felix, normally so outspoken, was stuttering. Giving him another thankful smile (Y/n) moved to open the second gift, a copy of your favorite book series. Felix watched the appreciation and happiness fill their eyes as they saw the gifts, wondering how something so simple could make their eyes light up like that.

"Thank you Felix, really I love them." Felix gave their smile back and noticed them bouncing on the balls of their feet a bit. "Sooo do you think you'd wanna eat these with me while I show you all my favorite parts of the books? They're really great I'm sure you'd like them." As Felix agreed he saw that same light in their eyes.

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[inawearyworld]

talk by hozier is veeeeeeeeeery fickelgruber coded i think (…imagine telling my younger self who knew only catcf that i’d type that sentence) particularly at the start of their relationship

wren is young, idealistic, poetic, and-at the start-naive. she’d never experienced the pretty words or sweeping romance in anything outside of the stories she’d acted out. and felix, being the calculating man he is, knew that and used it to his advantage.

i mean, we’ve got the receipts-if he was like *that* towards the chief during sweet tooth, imagine what he’s like when he’s *really* going for someone. all spun sentences and ghosts of a touch, all promise and overwhelm and a ridiculously obvious honeytrap that one can’t help but fall into. “TALK” BY HOZIER.

[animesmolbean]

A World of Pure Imagination

Author's Note: This is my first story. It's a Wonka 2023 x Male!Reader. Let me know if you want a female version of this story, too! Just message me! Also, I'll refer to the reader as Yin instead of Y/N. It'll still mean your name; it's just a different way of writing it. This might change later. Let me know if you like the 'Yin' idea or not.

Enjoy the first chapter!

Summary: Yin is a runaway after his parents died before he turned 18. He meets Noodle, and when he needs a place to stay, she sneaks him into Scrubbit's and Bleacher's. Yin wishes for change. His wish seems to come true when an eccentric and very cute chocolatier comes to town, ready to sell his chocolate.

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

Yin walked around the Gallery Gourmet, his (hair color) (straight/curly/wavy) slightly messy from the wind. He looked around at all the shops and restaurants for what felt like the hundredth time. It's the same old thing over and over again.

As he got closer to the center of the Gallery Gourmet, he saw where the three titans of chocolate resided. Arthur Slugworth, Felix Fickelgruber, and Gerald Prodnose. The sight of the three buildings made him tense, and he looked away.

But just before he could turn and walk away, he heard a voice. But not just a speaking voice. The voice was singing.

🎵At last, the Gallery Gourmet

I knew that we'd see it one day

It's everything you said, Mama

And, oh, so much more🎵

The voice was tenor like and sounded very optimistic. It drew Yin in, and he followed the voice. He weaved through people, excusing himself as he followed the voice.

🎵Each way that you turn, another famous chocolate store

Here's my destiny, I just need to unlock it

Will I crash and burn or go up like a rocket?

I got nothing to offer but my chocolate

And a hatful of dreams🎵

The voice got louder and more clear, signaling he was getter closer. Now, he was in the center of the Gallery Gourmet, and what he saw surprised him.

It was a man, a man around his age; maybe a little older.

He was dressed in a magenta coat with faded gold embroidery, a fuzzy vest over a striped button-up shirt. He also saw a bluish gray scarf around his neck. Beige striped pants that looked like mailman pants, tall worn brown boots, and a brown lumpy top hat. He also had a cane with him. From physical features, Yin could tell he was lithe and pale but not in a sickly sense. He couldn't see his face too well where he was, but he could tell he had dark brown curly hair underneath the top hat.

It was an unusual attire to see, but Yin quite liked it, even feeling envious because he was dressed similarly to the man; minus the coat, hat, cane, and scarf. But the unusual outfit wasn't what took him him off guard. It was the fact he was dancing in the middle of the square.

He looked ridiculous, but Yin couldn't help but find it endearing. He let out a couple of giggles before covering his mouth, a blush blossoming onto his cheeks. Since when did he giggle like a girl with a crush?

Then, he saw Officer Affable tap on the mysterious man's shoulder, reaching his hand out. Yin could only sigh in annoyance. He hated the 'no daydreaming' rule. It was stupid. Not to mention, you have to give three sovereigns for it?! He rolled his eyes. Whoever made the rules needs a good smack on the head.

The man reluctantly gave the officer the money before he left. Officer Affable made eye contact with Yin before giving the boy a nod. Yin nodded back respectfully. Officer Affable was a decent guy; better than some of the other officers.

Yin went to leave, but as he turned, he accidentally made eye contact with the top hat wearing man. He let out a soft gasp. He saw that the man had some sharp facial features but still managed to look childlike.

He quickly recovered and gave the man an apologetic look with a nod before quickly running the opposite way before the man could respond. Once he was behind a building, he inhaled and exhaled softly, his cheeks warm with embarrassment.

'I can't believe I embarrassed myself in front of him. God, I'm an idiot. But.... he didn't judge me when I was blatantly watching him. He actually looked friendly and really cute.' He thought to himself.

Yin bit his bottom lip shyly. He couldn't wait to tell Noodle this later.

(Time Skip to nighttime)

Yin sat in the room in the back of the lobby of Scrubbit and Bleacher's, leaning against the wall. Next to him was Noodle, his one and only best friend. She was reading a book as he read silently next to her. He would occasionally point at a word, silently asking Noodle what it meant. He was intelligent, but Noodle reads more than he does.

The scratching at the entrance to the wash house caught their attention. He heard Mrs. Scrubbit scolding Tiddles, the wild guard dog. They heard Bleacher talking to Ms. Scrubbit. Then, they heard they had another guest.

'Oh no. Not another guest.' Yin thought to himself.

They listened to the two talk, along with the voice of the new guest, a voice Yin swore he recognized.

Mrs. Scrubbit then called for Noodle to pour glasses of gin, which she reluctantly did. Yin took the opportunity to take a peek out into the main lobby. He saw the two pigs known as Mrs. Scrubbit and Bleacher, but when he saw the new guest, he had to hold back a gasp in worry.

'Oh no. It's the cute man from earlier!' He thought to himself.

Yin took Noodle's hand and dragged her into the backroom again.

"Yin? What's wrong?" Noodle whispered.

"It's him." He whispered back.

"You mean..."

Yin nodded. "The man from the Gallery Gourmet."

The pair watched the three converse.

"You see, I'm something of a magician. Inventor and chocolate maker. And first thing tomorrow at the Gallery Gourmet, I plan to unveil my most astonishing creation yet!"

Yin felt his body tense up again. He planned to sell chocolate?! Here?! He's up against the Chocolate Cartel, the only ones who sell chocolate in this town. He can't compete with them.

Yin watched the man remove his top hat. He got a better look at the curly haired man. Sharp jawline, tall nose, his eyes were big and wide, paired with a set of bushy but straight eyebrows that matched perfectly. However, he couldn't see what color his eyes were.

He wondered what color they were.

He watched as the man reached into the hat to seemingly pull out his creation. Instead, he pulled out a teapot.

"A teapot."

"No. That's just for making tea. One second."

He put the teapot back into the hat and went for a second time. This time, he pulled out a bunch of carrots.

"That's for my stew."

Noodle and Yin giggled as the curly haired magician got flustered and tried a third time, but instead continuously pulled out an assortment of scarves. Yin placed his hand over his mouth to prevent a particularly loud giggle that was about to escape his mouth; also, to hide the soft blush that was starting to bloom onto his cheeks.

After Yin calmed down, he saw the man, which he learned was named Mr. Wonka, revert back what Yin assumed was his usual demeanor as he thanked Mrs. Scrubbit. Then, Yin saw Scrubbit take out the thing that he and Noodle dreaded. A contract.

"I have to stop him from signing that. Yin. Go to my room and hide before Mrs. Scrubbit and Bleacher find you." Noodle instructed in a whisper. She pointed up the stairs from her hiding spot in the backroom. "You know where it is."

Yin, knowing the drill, nodded and quickly but quietly jogged upstairs to where the workers sleep. He got to Noodle's room and slipped in, closing the door. He sighed and sat on Noodle's bed. The room was dark, with only a few beams of soft blue moonlight shining through the window, bars on the outside of said window.

'I hope Noodle managed to convince Mr. Wonka into not signing that contract.' His thoughts then wandered to the very adorable magician. 'He seemed so optimistic and driven about his creation. I hope it’s as astonishing as he says it is.' He thought to himself with a soft smile.

Yin removed his boots and laid on the bed. He pulled the threadbare blanket over him. As he drifted off, he thought more about the optimistic and aspiring chocolatier. He was very excited to see what would happen tomorrow.

[rattyshipss]

Imagine: Being Felix's trophy wife. The marriage was never built off of anything but convenience, a loveless basically arranged marriage only to help boost eachothers wealth and power. The constant spats and questioning if the pros outweighed the cons.

(Pt. 1👀💖)

[rattyshipss]

Felix Fickelgruber kid headcanons:

~But I am my father's daughter so maybe I could fix him~

You can absolutely use the "Do you know who my daddy is?" card ANYTIME

Mf would have your back in everything, anything you're going through just call him up and he'll fix it

No matter what your personality is you'll always have some of that Fickelgruber superiority in you, you can't escape it

Probably most defanitely also passes down his shopping addiction to you but he doesn't mind one bit because he has all the money you need

Defanitely spoiled, you can decide if it's spoiled brat or regular spoiled

No matter what your interests are you're going to be stocked up on everything you need and want relating to it, he's gonna shower you in gifts of the things you like

I feel like all throughout your life he'd make sure you had a real diamond necklace with your initial on it, it would be staple

He's a very busy man but he'd always try his absolute best to be there for everything in your life

Mf better get you a good dentist because he's gonna shower you with so many treats a d chocolates you're basically gonna be a kid in a candy store 24/7

Very very high standards for whoever you date oh my god

That poor person

Saying the word poor all the time to get him worked up

Your bedroom would be an absolute masterpiece, like there's this one wall in my room I'm really proud of with how I have the posters and stickers arranged and your room would absolutely be a spectacle whenever people come over

Like I said in my romantic Felix headcanons he'd love you no matter what your temperment was but if he ever saw you channeling your inner him he'd be so proud

As Matthew mentioned in an interview, the reason Fickelgruber is so snobby is because he used to not have the luxuries he currently does and is scared to lose it all, and Felix is going to make sure you never have to worry about that a day in your life

Him making sure your confidence is at its absolute highest 24/7, you come from the best and you are the best and he can't have to forgetting that

~Right? So because- it is hard to be evil whilst you're doing a step-ball-change and, you know, show hands for your child~

[rattyshipss]

Felix Fickelgruber x gn! reader~

Little Stranger things themed Felix fic because whenever I have a new crush I always think about Steve and Robin's russian episodes scenarios surrounding it idk why I have issues.

Cw: Drug mentions, swearing, emetophobia

(Y/n) = Your name (Y/f/n) = Your friend's name

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"What the fuck did Wonka put in that chocolate?"

"I don't know but if he's trying to stop the chocolate troops I don't think it's working, I feel great." (Y/n) and (Y//f/n) sat in the chocolate trios headquarters, giggling from the affects of Willy's special chocolate. "Moron he messed up the drugs." More giggles. "He messed it up, Moronnn." Prodnose resisting the urge to giggle aswell and come up with a witty joke to contribute when Slugworth shot him a glare. "Ok I've heard enough." Slugworth stepped over nudging the two of you into a smaller confined room. "I can't have you two blabbering idiots let that chocolate thief in on our plan."

"Is this a bad time to tell you I don't like your chocolate?" (Y/n) giggled prompting (Y/f/n) to also. Fickelgruber snuck one last look at the two of you before the trio left, leaving you alone together in the small room.

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"The ceiling stopped spinning for me, is it still spinning for you?" (Y/n) and (Y/f/n) were sprawled out in the room, avoiding the buckets filled with their vomit, buckets that were probably previously filled with chocolate.

"Holy shit, no, you think we puked it all up?" "I don't know, ask me something, interogate me" More giggles. "Ok, so... what's with you and that Grub guy?" (Y/n) shifted her position against the wall to look towards (Y/f/n). "Fickelgruber? Felix?" (Y/f/n) nodded, coming down from the giggles and the high. "I don't know... he's cute, and sweet" (Y/f/n) shifted their position aswell. "Yeah so sweet, like his chocolate right?" They replied sarcastically. "Shut up!"

The two sat in silence for a moment before (Y/n) spoke up again. "But yes exactly" the silence was a weird contrast from the previous giggling. "You should just tell him you like him"

"What?"

"I'm serious, we all see how distracted he gets with you, I believe you're the only thing in this world that can get through that greedy capitalist heart" The two of you were interrupted by what sounded like one if not all of the chocolatiers coming back.

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[rattyshipss]

Can someone who's seen both Wonka and the new Mean Girls PLEASE write a Felix Fickelgruber x reader about the reader being in a group of three girls like the group Felix is in with the other chocolatiers and the reader is like Regina George and it's based off the song Apex Predator🙏

[jamiewintons]

Here it is, everyone, the moment you’ve all been waiting for! It’s the Fickelgruber’s wife AU wedding night snippet! The 'snippet' ended up being nearly 3000 words, but oh well 🤣

I hope it was worth the wait!!

Warnings: Smut (Minors do not touch!!), virgin!reader, shy!reader, vague mentions of forced/coerced marriage, praise kink, Fickelgruber is pretty soft in this tbh.

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Your new bedroom was far more beautiful than anything else you’d ever seen. The walls were painted the same shade of dark green that your new husband nearly always wore, and the bedding matched as well. The room was lavishly decorated, demonstrating Fickelgruber’s wealth and surprisingly good taste. You had expected a man like him to not have much in the way of taste, but the room was far less garish than you’d initially imagined.

While you were laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, you didn’t notice your husband enter the room until he cleared his throat. You sat up quickly, seeing him remove his jacket to reveal the waistcoat beneath. He folded it neatly and placed it on top of the chest of drawers.

“Good evening, sweetness,” he said with a smile, his eyes trained on your body, which was barely hidden by the thin, green material of the nightgown he had bought for you. Fickelgruber walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge and removing his shoes. “You look lovely. Green definitely suits you.”

“Thank you,” you responded, your voice barely louder than a whisper. You were married now, but you still barely knew the man, and weren’t really sure how you were meant to talk to him. All you could hope for was that you would learn in time.

Fickelgruber let out a quiet laugh. “Such a shy little thing, aren’t you?” He patted the spot on the bed beside him, looking over his shoulder at you. “Come and sit beside me.”

After a few seconds of hesitation, you did as you were asked, though you left a little bit of space between the two of you. Fickelgruber scooted closer so you were touching, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. He rubbed it up and down, making your nightgown ride up a little. His fingers brushed against your bare skin and you couldn’t help but let out a little gasp.

Then, he grasped your chin firmly, turning your head so that you were looking into his eyes. You could see the hunger behind his gaze. Your heartbeat quickened, but you weren’t sure whether it was from anxiety or excitement. Before you knew it, he’d leaned in to press a gentle, lingering kiss to your lips. You closed your eyes, kissing him back to the best of your ability. It seemed to last for an eternity - but was probably somewhere closer to a couple of minutes - before he pulled away, though only briefly.

“Tell me my dear, have you ever been with a man before?” Fickelgruber asked, leaning in to press some gentle kisses against your neck. You shivered, letting out a shaky breath as his mustache tickled your sensitive skin.

You shook your head. “I… I haven’t,” you admitted, your face flushing. You hadn’t even kissed anyone before your wedding. In your defence, you’d been working in Mr. Scrubbit’s laundry since you were a girl, and you didn’t exactly have a wide selection of prospective partners down there. This admission seemed to please Fickelgruber, as you could feel him smiling against your neck.

“Mmm, good,” he murmured, before sucking a mark into your skin and pulling a surprised moan out of you. He laughed again, before pulling back to look into your eyes. “Don’t worry, my dearest. I’ll be gentle with you.”

In that moment, everything finally hit you. Mr. Fickelgruber— Felix, rather, was your husband now. You were his wife. It was your wedding night, and the two of you were going to have sex. Part of you was terrified, though there was another, hidden part of you that felt somewhat excited by the prospect. You weren’t sure why, perhaps it was simply your mind trying to protect you from the fear?

While you were having your realisation, Felix had returned to kissing your neck, bringing up his hands to slip the straps of your nightgown down. His lips trailed from your throat to your shoulder, and he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself judging by the gusto he employed.

He pushed your nightgown further down, baring your breasts to his hungry eyes. You weren’t quite sure what he was going to do next, but before you even had time to really consider it, he was squeezing one of your breasts in his hand, while he gently sucked on the nipple of the other.

“Mr. Fickelgruber…!” you moaned, louder than you expected, not having expected that to feel so good.

“We’re married now, sweetness, I think you ought to call me Felix,” he murmured against your breast, sounding quite pleased with himself to have elicited that reaction from you. Then, he got straight back to business, sucking on your nipple until it was a hardened peak before switching sides to give the other the same treatment. “Mm, you like it when I do that, don’t you?”

After a few moments, you opened your eyes and realised he was looking at your face, expecting an answer to his question. “Yes,” you breathed in reply, hoping that he’d continue once you’d responded to him.

“Good,” Felix replied, grinning. “Lay back for me then, dear.”

You did as you were asked, and once you were laying down on the bed he climbed half on top of you, tugging your nightgown a little further so that he could trail kisses from between your breasts to your lower stomach. The thought of him being so close to your most sensitive area made your stomach flutter.

“I will make sure to teach you all about how to please me another night.” He was getting lower and lower, and once again, you tried to anticipate what he was going to do next. “But since tonight is your first time, I suppose I should make it special for you, hmm?” With that, Felix pulled your nightgown down all the way, leaving you dressed in nothing but a pair of emerald green panties.

“Oh, you are exquisite…” he mused, his voice slightly deeper than it usually was as he sat up to admire you properly. Judging by the look in his eyes, he wanted to devour you. Felix’s large hands trailed up your thighs, making you let out a quiet whimper. Once he reached your hips, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly began to pull them down your legs.

The cool air of the room hit your sensitive parts, and you instinctively tried to close your legs to keep yourself from getting embarrassed. However, before you could do so, Felix gripped onto your thighs to keep them apart.

“There’s no need to be shy,” he told you, looking down at the area he had just uncovered. His tongue darted out to briefly lick his lips. “I won’t do anything to hurt you, sweetness, you’re far too precious for that.”

You nodded, signaling your understanding. “Okay,” you replied meekly, relaxing your legs.

“That’s a good girl,” Felix purred, and for reasons you didn’t quite understand, you felt a tingling sensation down there. You moaned softly and Felix smirked, making a mental note to remember that you liked that.

All of a sudden, Felix dipped his head down and licked a long, slow stripe from your entrance right to the top of your pussy. You were about to say something about how you were pretty sure his mouth shouldn’t go down there, but all of a sudden he sucked on your clit and all thoughts left your mind.

“O-oh my God!” you called out, bringing your hand up to clap over your mouth and stop anymore embarrassing sounds from escaping. Before long Felix grabbed onto your wrist and pulled your hand away from your face.

He pulled away from your pussy for a short moment so that he could speak. “I want to hear how good I’m making you feel, sweetness. No covering your mouth.” Once you nodded, he returned to what he’d been doing previously.

It felt so good that you just couldn’t keep quiet, or still. You let out a series of whines and whimpers, gripping onto the sheets as you writhed beneath Felix’s ministrations. Never had you felt anything close to this kind of pleasure in your entire life.

Felix hummed against you, utterly overjoyed that he was managing to get this reaction out of you. Keeping one hand on your thigh to spread your legs a little further, the other moved to your pussy. He rubbed a finger against your entrance, teasing you for a few seconds before slowly and carefully slipping the finger inside of your wet heat.

It felt strange and slightly painful at first. You’d never had anything inside of you before, and it was quite the adjustment. But it only took a few moments for it to begin feeling good, and once Felix began using it to stroke you inside, you almost felt like you were going to lose your mind.

“Felix…!” you gasped, and he was glad to hear you calling him by his given name without having to be told. When you bucked your hips up off the bed, he used the hand that had been holding your thigh to press down on you to keep you from moving. Once he felt you could take it, he added a second finger inside of you, wanting to get you nice and ready for what came next.

The noises you were making were getting Felix unbearably hard, so he wanted to make you cum as quickly as possible. He went back to sucking on your clit, while crooking his fingers, brushing against the sweet spot inside of you. It only took a few more moments for you to fall over the edge, crying out his name as your walls clamped around his digits like a vice and your body trembling in pleasure.

“That’s it, sweetness, such a good girl for me,” he murmured, pressing gentle kisses to your thigh as he fingered you through your orgasm, aiming to give you as much pleasure as possible. Once he could tell that you were becoming too sensitive - Felix wouldn’t be opposed to overstimulating you, but he knew he probably shouldn’t do that just yet - he slipped his fingers out of you, and brought them up to your lips. “Open up, darling. I want you to know how sweet you taste…”

Your mind was practically blank at this point, so without even thinking you parted your lips, taking Felix’s fingers inside and licking your essence off of them. The two of you moaned in tandem - you because you were surprised at the pleasant taste, and Felix because of the feeling of your tongue swirling around his fingers - and once they were clean he left them for just a few more moments before removing them.

Felix smiled, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss on the lips. “Now, I want you to help me undress,” he told you, and you nodded. Both of you sat up, and with shaky hands you began to slowly unbutton his waistcoat. He watched you intently as you worked, and you felt your heart fluttering.

Once you’d removed both his waistcoat and his shirt, Felix instructed you to sit up by the headboard while he took care of the rest of his clothing. You weren’t sure whether you should watch so you turned your head, though you did peek at him a few times in the corner of your eye.

Felix climbed up on the bed where you were once he was fully nude. You’d never seen a man naked before now, and you only had very minimal knowledge of what they looked like beneath their clothes, but you thought that he was rather attractive. He wasn’t a muscular man by a long shot, but you found that you quite liked it.

He kissed you again, his hands roaming over your bare skin until he reached your thighs. Felix took one of them so that he could hook your leg around his waist.

“This may hurt a bit at first, sweetness, but I assure you that it will fade,” he whispered in your ear, and you could feel his cock nudging against your entrance. Felix started to kiss your neck as he carefully pushed inside of you, and your breath caught in your throat.

Felix’s cock was certainly thicker than his fingers, and it stretched you out more than they had as well. Though, you were grateful for the fact that he’d already fingered you and brought you to orgasm once, because you imagined that the pain might have been worse if he hadn’t.

“Sweetness, you feel incredible,” Felix murmured against your skin. Once he’d bottomed out inside of you, he stayed still for a bit to allow you - and himself, as it had been a lot longer since he’d last had sex than he’d care to admit - to adjust, before he started to move.

His hands caressed your hips as he began to thrust inside of you, and you whimpered in a way that you would have found embarrassing if you’d been capable of thinking right now. Your hands came up to hold onto Felix’s shoulders, and he hummed, sounding pleased.

“Good girl,” he breathed, bringing his head down to gently nip at your neck and shoulder. There was something about the way his voice wavered while he was buried inside of you… it made you feel almost powerful to know that you had this affect on him. You moaned louder, wrapping your legs around him tightly and gripping onto his shoulders.

You were driving Felix crazy. Only in his wildest dreams did he imagine tonight would go this well. He had even considered the possibility that you might not even agree to consummate your marriage immediately - considering the fact that you only agreed to become his wife in exchange for your friends’ freedom - and he hadn’t been planning on pushing you too hard.

But you were his now - willingly, it seemed - and it made him happier than anything else could have. With you, he had everything he ever needed: money, a perfect wife by his side, and - once he and the Chocolate Cartel disposed of Wonka - a lack of genuine competition that would allow him to become even more powerful than he already was.

Felix drew back from your neck to look into your eyes again, and your face flushed even more if that were possible. One of his hands came to rest on your cheek as he leaned in to capture your lips in yet another passionate, hungry kiss. This muffled your moans when his other hand snaked down between your joined bodies to begin rubbing your clit, wanting to tip you over the edge again before he himself succumbed.

When you cried out and began to tremble beneath him, Felix knew that he had succeeded. Your climax triggered his own, and with one final thrust he released deep inside of you, before collapsing onto your chest.

It took a few minutes for the both of you to recover from your highs, and Felix found that the sound of your heartbeat was quite comforting. He’d never experienced this kind of warmth before. Of course he’d had lovers in the past, but they’d never meant that much to him, but you… you were his and only his, and he intended on making sure you stayed that way.

“Well, my darling,” Felix murmured, carefully pulling his softening cock out of you and rolling the two of you over, so that you were now laying on his chest. You looked up at him with your sweet, sleepy eyes and he felt yet another wave of possessiveness washed over him. “It seemed like you enjoyed that, hmm?”

You nodded, still seeming somewhat shy even after all of that. Felix smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your slightly sweaty forehead.

“I did too. You were wonderful, my sweetness.” Felix began to stroke your back slowly and gently, and your eyes began to droop closed. “You cannot fall asleep just yet, I must get you cleaned up first, and then you can sleep as long as you wish. We have nothing to do until we leave for our honeymoon the day after tomorrow.” Secretly, Felix hoped you wouldn’t sleep for too long. He had thoroughly enjoyed himself tonight and was looking forward to teaching you about other ways to please him before the two of you left for your trip.

The two of you laid there for a bit in near silence - apart from a few whispered compliments from Felix - until he ushered you into the ensuite bathroom to get you cleaned up before bed.

Once you were back in your nightgown, comfortably wrapped up in both the blankets and your new husband’s arms, you smiled to yourself. Maybe this wouldn’t end up being as bad as you feared?

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free if you truly wish to be: chapter iii

plots are half revealed, and willy "mr accidentally steal yo girl" wonka gets his sorry ass saved by a woman wearing one of those "oh no my husband mysteriously floated away died" robes you see all over pinterest. (now there's a sentence i never thought i'd write.)

2023!wonka x oc, this chapter ~2.5k

i would like to thank mr mathew baynton in that one bts interview for those bits and pieces of fickelgruber analysis that will totally now be used here. and also for being generally wonderful. thanks mat ilysm

also i thought it would be sort of funny for at least someone in this world revolving around chocolate to be lactose intolerant and then of course i had to turn it into something sad and poetic bc of Who I Am As A Person

enjoy!! and thank you for all the support on this fic so far!!

part two fic masterlist part four

She had a lot to think about that night.

Felix hadn’t returned home yet, and she started to worry that the fateful flying chocolates weren’t quite as harmless as advertised. The young man who’d made them, too, was swirling about her mind in a haze of schoolgirl blushes and piercing guilt.

Florence Fickelgruber had chosen her lot when she agreed to take on that name. Who was she to imagine a freer life, one of candy-coated dreams and a clear conscience, of gazes and banter with someone her own age, of running her hand through curls that weren’t slick with expensive gel? Who was she to foolishly wish for anything different, when so many people were counting on her?

She missed her home, her family, and it hadn’t been lost on her that Felix had never told her about his own background. Their wedding was attended mainly by those surrounding the Fickelgruber business, as well as another flood of press. She’d had to blink so much that day, unused to being in front of cameras after a youth spent on the stage, but her new husband had preened next to her as if this focus on appearance was where he felt most at home. She remembered the crowd’s polite cheers fading in her mind as he had slowly lifted her chin while she accepted a forkful of the most extraordinarily decadent chocolate cake.

For that day, she had allowed the feeling of his hand on her face to eclipse that of the too-rich frosting stuck in her throat.

Then he came through the door, humming a jaunty tune, and she blinked, torn out of the memory that she felt an entirely different kind of guilt for indulging in.

“Felix? Darling, where have you been?”

“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty auburn head, my songbird. The boy’s finished, absolutely finished. No one will be flying about the Galeries Gourmet if the police have anything to say about it.”

“What-what do you mean?”

“He’s disturbed the peace, made a commotion, even encouraged the-the-the unfortunate to disgrace our sacred sanctuary of chocolate. And the Chief is none too happy about it.”

“Is he?” she said suspiciously, stepping in front of him-because, up until this point, he hadn’t looked her in the eye.

Felix was silent for a moment, cacao eyes darting. His wife’s gaze was strong and unyielding-don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it-but her head tilted innocently to the side, a sort of plausible deniability.

A sort of protection.

“Yes,” he breathed with a curt nod, and took her hands in his. “I promise you, it was a solemn thing.”

“Then what were you singing as you came in?”

The chocolatier blinked again, falling into an absolutely done sort of expression, and Florence’s head tilted to the other side.

“You’ve had another musical number without me.”

“I’m terribly sorry, pet.”

“You know you can’t hide from me, Felix,” she said, something that would have been playfully teasing but held an edge of desperation that he refused to pick up on.

“It of course wasn’t the same without you,” he drawled in that ever-dramatic way, bringing her into their living room. “We’ll make it up now. Dance with me, Florence.”

He snapped his fingers, and some unseen yet attentive servant placed a needle on a record. A crooning melody started to crackle and bounce across the high golden ceilings, and Felix spun his wife into him, twirling her about with a smirk that she could only imagine to be the result of a monopoly saved.

She swayed to and fro in his arms, trying desperately to sink into the music, unable to focus on anything but the wrenching pull of her battling guilts.

~

Florence spent much of the next day in a state of ping-ponging worry. She’d looked intently out of the mansion’s sprawling windows over the town square, wondering whether her forbidden new friend had taken her advice.

“Just…don’t give up.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

And who knows what they’ll do to him now?

The hours had passed in a blur, and then she was laid limp, unable to sleep, and mentally exhausted, next to her husband and his piccolo snore.

She had screwed her eyes shut and burrowed into him, trying to force herself to feel as secure as she did two years ago; then, the slight sound of a little girl’s singing voice lifted itself into her consciousness, followed by the blare of a police car.

Puzzled, Florence carefully got out of bed and went to the window once more. The girl she’d heard was the one with the sweet smile that she’d seen in the Galeria yesterday, and Willy Wonka was next to her, warning her to run. The Chief of Police and Officer Affable faced them, but this wasn’t to last-the former seemed to tell the latter to leave, and the latter obeyed.

It wasn’t as if a switch flipped at that moment.

More like…

An extinguished candle was finally relit.

Before she could overthink herself into inaction, Wren was grabbing her robe and slippers and bolting downstairs, the snore that echoed after her serving as reassurance that she wouldn’t be found out. In her haste, she had the passing realization that this would be the first time she’d leave the house with her hair down and uncoiffed in over two years.

Through this rush, she heard the plunge of something in the town square’s fountain along with the shouts of the Chief, and she ran faster, throwing open the door just in time to see him about to club a drenched Willy over the head.

“OFFICER!”

Both men turned to her in an instant. She let out the breath she’d been holding since first hearing the girl’s voice, rolled her shoulders back, dropped into the character she’d played for the past two years, and stepped forward.

“What on earth is going on?”

They stared, each with a different kind of shock, as she walked toward the fountain. The Chief returned his nightstick to its holster.

“Mrs. Fickelgruber,” he stammered, “I thought you would have thought-well, I guess he didn’t tell-you aren’t-”

“No, I’m not thrilled about you clobbering this poor young man in the middle of the night,” she said, placing a hand on Willy’s shoulder. He looked at her, still touched with the fear of the past minutes but now grateful, and she tried not to be struck by the freckles she saw behind his water-plastered curls.

“Who said anything about clobbering?” the Chief laughed somewhat nervously. “We were just having a chat. An impactful, memorable chat. Right, Mr. Wonka?”

Willy dragged his eyes to him and held them there, a bit speechless.

What was probably three seconds but felt like an eternity of strange silence passed.

“Memorable indeed.”

“Right, then,” the Chief said. “You’ll do good to continue to remember it. Goodnight, Mrs. Fickelgruber.”

With that, he entered his car and drove away, his tail lights fading in the distance as the remaining pair stood, a little shell-shocked, her hand still on his shoulder.

“Thank you,” he said after a while, his gaze still trailing the receding police car.

“You’re welcome,” she replied, giving his shoulder an awkward pat, which made her realize just how cold he was due to the impromptu fountain bath. “Oh, God, you’re freezing. Let me…”

As he turned towards her, she looked up, trying to see through her window in the dark. She could barely make out the shape of a sound-asleep Felix, still in bed.

“Come to the office, I’ve got the key. There’s a fireplace there; you can stay as long as you need to to warm up.”

“Are you sure?”

His eyes moved up the same way, then back to her, and she shook her head as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Of course.”

~

“Do you want anything to drink? Water, tea? Hot chocolate?”

She hadn’t turned on most of the lights so as not to draw attention, but she’d started a beautiful fire, which Willy sat by in a plush emerald-green chair. She’d rattled off the drinks on habit, but she turned to him upon saying the third, sharing his smile.

“The last one, please. But I’ll make it.”

“No, you need to rest-”

“I insist,” he said, moving to join her by the small bar in the office and searching through ingredients. “Unless that’s some sort of corporate sacrilege.”

“Making chocolate in enemy territory?”

He took a small jar of powder from his sleeve and shook it into two mugs, considering this, and his smile faltered a bit.

“Is it really that bad?” he asked. “That they’d…that they’d send the police after me? That business rivalry is thought of like a war?”

She pursed her lips and nodded solemnly.

“They…feel threatened,” she said slowly, “and, despite how professional they seem, they can’t be mature or rational about it. Apparently, you really do have the best chocolate in town.”

He neither confirmed nor denied, but gave half of a smile as he looked down at the drinks he was stirring.

“And I, for one, am quite looking forward to trying it.”

“Here, then,” he said, pulling something out of a coat pocket that had managed to escape the frozen flush. “Nothing too dangerous about this one. Just some good old Wonka magic.”

He opened his hand to her, revealing a small, wrapped treat, and she sighed.

“I’d love to, but I really shouldn’t. Not even the drinks.”

“Why not?” came the stunned reply, and she nearly laughed at just how sweetly scandalized the boy seemed to be at the idea of anyone denying themselves that pleasure.

“Milk has never really…agreed with me. Bad for the throat, and I’m a singer besides, as you know-I mean, I-well, it’s just…”

PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER.

“I shouldn’t.”

He took a moment, and she watched his eyes widen as he processed the shocking injustice of being genetically predisposed against chocolate.

“Does your husband know about this?”

“He does, but he doesn’t care. Says I’ll ‘grow out of it with time’, which I haven’t.”

“So he’s…”

“Essentially poisoning me, yes.”

They laughed a little, because, surrounded by echoes of Fickelgruber’s power, it was the only thing they could do.

Willy stared at the table for a moment, then pulled another vial, this one containing a liquid, from yet another pocket.

“Lucky for you, then, I’ve got milk made from the product of the finest almond trees on the islands of Seychelles,” he said as he deftly poured the liquid into her glass. “Guaranteed to go down sweetly, both on the taste buds and after.”

“...Thank you,” she murmured, touched by the gesture.

With a final flick of the wrist, he deemed the hot chocolate finished, and they each carried their mug to the fire.

“Wren,” he said thoughtfully as they sat down.

“Hm?”

She was instinctively flooded with warmth in the same way she was yesterday, though whether it was due to the stunningly perfect cocoa or hearing her name in his voice she wasn’t sure.

“Is it a nickname? Songbird, right?”

She saw in the fireglow that his face darkened a bit upon the memory of how Felix had always referred to her in the press, taking that potentially sweet title and spinning it in an almost dehumanizing manner. So someone did notice.

“Well…sort of. That was what my parents intended. They say a wren sang when I was born, so they gave me that name, and I loved it. But Felix assumed it was a nickname and suggested I should expand it; to sound more sophisticated in my performances, he said, but I knew half the reason was to fit with the alliteration. He’s always valued aesthetics above anything else.”

They were silent for a while, and the massive painting seemed to stare down at them, making the Fickelgrubers look almost menacing in the fireglow.

“That’s you?”

A moment passed.

“No. No, that’s not really me.”

Her voice was quiet, but decisive. Willy looked at her, really looked at her, and she felt more seen than she had in years.

“I want to help you,” she said.

“Hm?”

His head tilted to the side, a little stunned, and she nearly giggled as his now-drying curls flopped in front of his face.

How could anyone want to hurt him?

“I don’t know exactly what Felix and the rest have planned against you, but I know there’s something. He never really tells me anything, but I’ll…I’ll try to find out what I can, to distract him when needed. I don’t want you to be alone in this.”

“I’m not,” he said. “The others where I’m staying right now, we’re all in a rather precarious situation together, and I’ve got a few ideas, but…”

She watched the wheels turn in his mind, and after a few moments, he looked back up at her, for once lost for words.

“But thank you. Again. I’d…I appreciate it.”

“Thank you. For bringing some much-needed heart into this place.”

“I think you’ve done that rather well yourself.”

This was news to her often-guilt-wracked brain.

“...Really?”

“Well, of course. You clearly care, Wren…you’re kind, you’re poetic and talented, and far smarter than it seems they give you credit for. It’s in your eyes, too, I think. You can always tell the truth by a person’s eyes.”

Her heart had nearly stopped.

Somehow, though, she could tell that he was unaware of the full effect he had on her.

“Mr. Wonka-ah, Willy, I mean…”

“Forgive me if-I didn’t intend to-”

The clocks around the city chimed the hour, interrupting the two just as they had the day before, and the young man’s expression went from its dazed dawning to a startled realization.

“They’ll need me. Back where I’m staying, I mean.”

“Of-of course,” she said a bit awkwardly as they both stood up.

His hair had dried by now, falling in perfectly imperfect swoops around his face. He’d undone his necktie to keep its cold away from his neck, and his jacket was folded over his arm, and he was looking at her as if he hadn’t had a conversation quite like that with someone in a very, very long time.

And neither had I.

Or…ever, I suppose.

Until now.

“Thank you. Again.”

“You’re welcome. Again.”

She took a breath, let it out, and folded him into a hug, which he returned in an instant.

After two years of jutting angles and sharply possessive grasps, it was remarkable to simply, softly, hold and be held.

They bid a last goodnight before parting ways, and as she took her time walking back to the mansion, the moon seemed brighter than ever before.

[rattyshipss]

Felix Fickelgruber dating headcanons:

I'm sorry I know this pic isn't from the movie but this suit for the premiere is the best thing to ever grace my eyes and I love this look so much

Gn!reader

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First off, Felix absolutely has fantasies about being a chocolatier king and you being his chocolate queen/king/ruler

His fantasies about it have gotten so deep like he has every little detail thought out

You'd be by his side, his equal (Honestly more like 10/90 because he'd worship you) and he's treat you like royalty like you deserve

You make him feel powerful, like he can take on anything

On the royalty note, no matter if you're rich or poor, he's giving you a life of luxury and riches

Everything he has is yours

I know his colors are green but I can't stop imagining him and his partner wearing matching stunning dark blue outfits, his being the one in the pic above from the premiere

The biggest power couple

He'd be honored if you joined him in running his company

Seriously the thought (And the pic) makes me drool

Absolutely taking into account all your preferences for his chocolate

Like how in the movie they talk about how Wonka's chocolate has all the bells and whistles and is just weird? I appreciate some more intriguing candy but (Besides fruit in my chocolate unless its a specific few) personally one of my favorites is just plain hershey's bars and I feel like Felix would use that to prove Wonka wrong

No matter what your preferences are he's going to cater to them in any way possible

Defanitely having a candy named after you

I loved 'Sweet Tooth' in the movie and if you ever had your own song or musical sequence Felix would be absolutely awestruck

No matter how devoted he is to the other rival chocolatiers in the trio he'd always listen to you over them

He'd absolutely adore you no matter your temperment but if he ever saw you channeling your inner him he'd be so proud

A lot of animals can't have a lot of chocolate if any so if you have any pets Felix would be DEVISTATED that they can't have much chocolate

[inawearyworld]

music makers/dreamers of dreams: a fiytwtb addition

a study of wren's relationship with music at two pivotal points, and music's relationship to the world of wonka as a whole

2023!wonka x oc (though lbr there is also a SIZABLE dose of fickelgruber), ~1.9k

alrighty SO. i was thinking more about this dang movie (as you can probably see by the rest of this blog) and all those thoughts came here. i am a big ole motherfreakin nerd for music and shakespeare and many other things, and therefore so is wren.

also this takes place in the universe of the original screenplay (in which pure imagination is first sung by noodle as she teaches willy to read). my take on that song here in general is more like the original in the 70s movie; there’s just Somethin About It Man.

alrighty, enjoy, like comment reblog etc, love yall <3

fic masterlist

“We are the Music Makers, and We are the Dreamers of Dreams”, being a Prologue and Epilogue to “the Chronicles of the Songbird”, regarding the Songs in question and their Bird, one Wren Matterson.

Two Years and Eight Months Prior to Chapter One

This had been a very odd evening.

Wren had been put up in a luxury hotel for the amount of time she’d agreed to stay in the city, which had taken quite a bit of getting used to. Coming back to her room after a day of work voicing advertisements, she had noticed a crisply thrice-folded paper slipped under her door, held together with an emerald wax seal.

Yes, that was where the oddness had started.

She’d torn the seal, read the note conveyed by a cursive hand so elaborate it nearly caused a headache, and crinkled her brow.

She’d opened the door to her room’s closet, faced with the sight of a dress, stole, and gloves of deep green velvet that she soon learned were impossibly well-tailored.

She’d followed the address of the note, becoming even more confused when it led her to the city’s cathedral, but presented it to the bishop as instructed. He had looked her up and down and ushered her into what turned out to be an elevator.

She’d continued through the corridors, growing more and more curious and undeniably uneasy, greeted by a woman with tired eyes whom she wished she could have truly talked to. Any attempt at conversation that Wren made, though, was interrupted by whispers that came from the other side of the heavy door-

“The two of you must stay mostly in shadow, she won’t agree if she recognizes you and knows of our arrangement too early.”

“Are-are you sure of her, then, Felix, if she’s too-”

“Oh, do shut up, Gerald, she’ll certainly come around by the time we’ve-besides, you know you owe me one-”

“Gentlemen, please. Let’s just focus on the…ahem…altered choreography.”

“You can’t be in the center all the time, Arthur, it so happens that for this particular-”

“Fine, fine. Miss Bonbon, lights at the ready?”

And then the guard had cleared her throat, the whispers had ceased, and Wren went inside, asking if this summoning was for some sort of rerecording session.

And that was how she had gotten to this point, whatever point this was.

The evening’s oddness now found her the focal point of a whirling tango, a display so dizzying she barely knew which way was up. It was a teenaged fever-dream fantasy come to life, colored lights flooding and hands on her waist and trembling twixt-verse vamps and velvet and tweed and silk.

It was a too-sweet overwhelm of something, but at least it was something at all.

The lighting was such that she couldn’t tell exactly where she was, but she realized that, in that moment, she didn’t care. There was a taste of dark mint chocolate in the air, and she became aware that at some point a massive necklace of dewdrop emeralds had been clasped around her neck by a deft, grazing touch and was now dappling her collarbone as she was twirled, dipped, tossed, thrown.

Most inescapable of all was Felix Fickelgruber’s voice in her ear, accompanied by tight harmonies that came from seemingly nowhere, promising her every speck of security and influence that she’d been in need of her whole life. Any question or dissent from Wren was smoothly dismissed in rhyme, and even when she could get a few words in, they somehow always came out in rhythm.

It was almost as if her innate tendency to musicianship overruled any resistance.

It was almost as if he’d known that would be the case.

The realization was alarming and delicious all at once, and with the current sensation of melodies pronounced against her neck, she was inclined to focus on the latter.

The music from nowhere started to build, shifting from the driving tango into a blasting Broadway finale. Clear-toned horns, stunningly blaring lights, this sauntering silhouette with his sea-of-chocolate eyes calling her by a new name-it was too much, one quiet thought piped up, something’s being hidden.

“You’ll be living so high, don’t refuse my-”

Then the lights dimmed further and all else seemed to disappear, save for Felix and the sound of one solo violin.

“-question it took all this to confess.”

The violin threw in a chromatic accent, adding to her held-back and long-delayed swoon, and she realized the next line was hers.

“Don’t know if I should play it…”

“Darling, won’t you say it?”

Then his hand was lifting her face, and there was silence for the first time in what felt like ages.

She was backed up against a wall, not only in metaphor.

There was only one syllable left in the stanza, and only one possible rhyme.

“Yes.”

She let out a breath, which was soon caught up into his own as violins swooped into a sickeningly soaring final beat.

A Few Minutes Following Chapter Five

The librarian that had been the first in this city to give Wren a kind smile all that time ago was standing on her steps, hugging her daughter, who looked as if she was finally breathing for the first time in her fourteen years.

Without question, this was the most beautiful thing that the other woman had ever witnessed.

Something close to the same was probably true, too, for the man who stood beside her.

“If you want to view paradise, simply look at them and view it.”

He’d sung to Noodle to encourage her as they approached the library, a lilting melody that he was currently continuing-to himself now, and with tears in his voice.

“Somebody to hold onto; it’s all we really need.”

They both knew Noodle would stay in touch with them, they knew they were more than happy for her, but they were still touched with tears. Wren had her own bond with the girl, but she knew Willy would miss her the most out of everyone, so she took his arm, and they leaned on each other.

“Nothing else to it.”

He was probably thinking of his own mom, too.

And she was thinking of hers.

They’d finally been able to write back and forth again; Wren had read over and over the two years’ worth of her family’s letters, remembering all the time she’d spent worrying and wondering aloud to Felix why she’d never gotten a letter from them. He’d always flicked her words away, assured her they must have simply been busy, that the mail these days was spotty; his voice was always sweet and smooth on those days, and she’d allowed it to comfort her when she thought nothing else could.

Never again.

She’d written pages of apologies and explanations to her mom, pouring every ounce of love into that paper, and receiving the reply felt like a world-heavy weight off of her shoulders.

It was the same feeling that she knew her friend was feeling now, that her new love had felt in spirit just minutes ago.

They held each other, certain and close within the shared tinge of loneliness.

“So goes a good deed in a weary world.”

They turned to see the Oompa-Loompa just down the path, looking between them, his eyebrows going up a bit when his gaze found Wren.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Wonka,” he said half-sarcastically, “it seems I’ve misquoted in the presence of your aficionado of the Bard. ‘So shines a good deed in a naughty-’”

“It’s fine,” she laughed. “Portia’s…not exactly the most admirable of characters to need to quote correctly, anyway.”

“Quite right.”

“And I do like ‘weary’,” Willy mused. “It’s not what’s written, but it…”

“Just feels better,” Wren agreed, and Willy smiled at her before turning back to the Oompa-Loompa.

“I was wondering if I’d see you again.”

One negotiation later, the three were walking across an old bridge to a castle of ruin that nearly took Wren’s breath away. There was history in these old stones, so much life, so much room to dream.

“It’s beautiful, Willy.”

“Just wait,” he said with a grin.

“It was sweet, by the way, what you sang to Noodle. How did you find that melody?”

“It was hers, actually. Seems the idea of imagination can…”

He trailed off when the church bells tolled in a way that Wren had never heard them ring before.

High B flat, low A, low B flat.

High B flat, low A, low B flat.

High B flat, low A, low B flat.

Over the ostinato, she started to hum Noodle’s melody, and Willy stopped in his tracks, looking straight at her.

“What?” Wren said.

“...It fits.”

“Yeah, perfectly,” she smiled.

“Keep going,” Willy said, getting that sort of shimmer in his eye that usually came when he’d thought up some sort of wonderful new idea. “You’re the only person I’ve known who sees beauty in an old ruined castle-not only what it could be, but even just what it is. So”-overwashed with thoughts, he took her hands and kissed them, the dreamer in his element, and she laughed, and the Oompa-Loompa rolled his eyes, and Willy grinned, leading them into the castle-“so, Wren, my dear Wren-tell me what you hear.”

She closed her eyes for a moment and let it come. The possibility of the place, the fulfillment of the past few weeks, the melancholy and wonder, the magic that had entered her life.

“Start with a minor chord on the second,” she said softly, slowly. “Repeat your first few notes, let it fall into the five, then-then it goes to that major seventh.”

She swooned into the unexpected chord, then realized that, as she was murmuring each suggestion, it was blooming into full orchestral realization behind the chocolatier’s voice. At the same time, the castle’s courtyard was starting to take shape; the crumbling walls returned to their speckled glory, a beautiful domed ceiling of glass appeared from nowhere, and colorful ingredient pipes started to snake around each corner. Willy’s eyes widened with wonderstruck joy as his creation came to life, and he and Wren looked at each other with equal and mirrored pride.

For his part, the Oompa Loompa started to seem the slightest bit impressed, which the couple took as a win, smiling in awe as they danced into the space.

“We’ll begin with a spin, traveling-”

“One, two, diminished flat three…”

“-in the world of my creation!”

He was the taste and the sight, she was the sound and the sense.

“What we’ll see…”

“Two-five…”

“…will defy…”

The dance came to a pause, and he turned to her, eyes shimmering with anticipatory trust.

The answer came to her as a miracle would.

Your wheel mixes its chocolate, my song mixes its mode. Subvert their expectations, my love, just like you always have.

“Major three,” she said breathlessly, and-

“Explanation.”

The chord ricocheted through the space, and something like a sigh of a laugh escaped them both. Then the bridge came, soaring and swooping with a much truer hope than anything she’d ever heard before.

Wren Matterson had always loved music-it had been once her lifeline, then her work, then the thing that had held her in place. But now, it didn’t have a betraying hold on her, no-now it was hers, born of inspiration from those she loved, coursing through her skin with a warmth unlike anything she’d ever felt.

Perhaps there wasn’t exactly nothing to it, but they had indeed changed quite a bit of the world, and she had the feeling that they’d only just begun.

“There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination. Living there, you’ll be free if you truly wish to be.”