#the chocolatier's rose

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

Chocolate Princess ♡

Willy Wonka x reader

Description - Y/n Ficklegruber can't help but become enamoured with the spectacularly peculiar man stood in the middle of the galleria.

Word count - 1.6k

warnings - fluff ♡

a/n: Watched Wonka today with my sister and my little cousins and honestly have never smiled so much during a film. Every bit of it was just pure wondourous imagination. And Timothee as Wonka was just too scrumptious! Who couldn't love him!

Masterlist

PART TWO

--♡--

I began everyday as I always did. Being ungraciously tumbled out of my pink satin sheets, poked and prodded by our various servants, squeezed into the most painstakingly prissy pink gingham dress (with a matching bow for extra faff), and hauled into my fathers car to join him on his way to work.

You see, I am the sole child of famed chocolatier Felix Ficklegruber. Since I had completed my mandatory years of studies, my days consisted of lounging about my fathers office in complete boredom. My mind practically weakened with the mundane repetitiveness of it all, and I knew it would surely combust if it was not stimulated soon. For 2 years now, I had been begging my father to allow me to study at the prestigious university at the edge of town. But each plea had been met with a scoff, an eyebrow raise and sharp “no”. Even the library was off limits.

I paced around his office, deliberately scuffing my mary janes against the carpet. I smirked at how each scrape made his face tick as if it was being flicked.

“Would you cease that infernal racket. I am trying to work, precious girl.”

“What work? All you do is sit up here eating your own chocolate.” I slumped down onto the disgustingly green couch.

“Please darling, you are giving me a headache, I must ring for my 8am mocha.” He picked up the telephone, clasping his fingers to his eyes.

I drummed my fingers against my dress and clicked my heels together. “You know,” I trailed off. “I wouldn’t be here to bother you at all if…I was at the library.”

The phone was slammed back onto the receiver which made me flinch. He rose from the desk and stalked his way towards me.

“No daughter of mine will be caught in some stuffy book prison-”

“That’s not entirely correct..”

“--That are refuge for the ugly, the untalented and the p–” He dry heaved. I winced at the possibility of another spew. “The p-” I lunged for a bowl as he spluttered.

“I know what you are going to say so maybe we should avoid any bodily functions.” I picked up his monogrammed hanky and wet it from my glass of water. I dabbed the cool liquid against his mouth. His eyes softened at my action and his hand softly clasped around my wrist.

“Sweetheart, you live in complete luxury. Have treasures other children couldn’t even dream of. Why can’t you just stay.” My gaze fell. His hands held my shoulders to turn me around and led me towards the towering window which overlooked the galleria. “Besides, one day you will inherit my pride and joy, my fortune, the very thing that ignites my soul, my–”

“Who’s that?” I interrupted, and pointed my finger to a beautifully disheveled man who had risen atop his suitcase in order to address the crowd. I quirked a smile and took in the strange man, who was truly more a boy, and his frightfully exciting appearance.

The thickness of the window meant I couldn’t hear what the boy was saying but his movements and expressions delighted me to no end. I giggled as he began to flap, mimicking a butterfly. I gasped as he produced from his shallow hat, a large jar of what appeared to be chocolate eggs. But once he took the top off, I shrieked in delight, as each little egg floated up as if carried by wings.

I felt my father stiffen before he shoved me away from the window.

“Now, now sweetheart. Do not bother looking at this man any longer. Clearly another hopeful vagrant but do not worry.” He lifted my chin with his pinky. “We shall deal with him right now.”

I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly who was ‘we’.

--♡--

Once the three had left their respective stores, I snuck out of our own and managed to squeeze my way through the crowd so I was left behind my father and my, and I regret to say it, godfathers.

They each took a bite of the treats offered by the mysterious man who beamed at them with awe filled eyes.

Even from my limited view I could see the flickers of enjoyment cross each of their eyes as they questioned the different ingredients. But my gazing was caught by the top hatted man. His smile grew even brighter as our eyes met. I felt unsure in the presence of a man such as him and all my normal instincts failed. So I settled on a little wave. He offered a small wave back.

“--100%, the absolute WORST!”

The man jumped out of his skin in glee, mishearing Slugworth because of his focus on me.

“Did you hear that ladies and gentlemen, an endorsement by–wait did you say the worst?”

Anger bubbling in my blood, I finally made my presence known.

“You lie, Arthur. I saw your face! You haven’t enjoyed a treat that much since daddy figured out how to make marshmallow flavored chocolate milk.”

There were murmurs amongst the three in agreement and fond memory of that chocolate milk. But they snapped back and I was held firmly by my father who apologized to Slugworth for my rude behavior. A cane was held down on the hand that gripped me. I looked up and met the sweet face of its owner.

“I am terribly sorry.” With a practiced flick I was released. I looped my hand around my saviours available arm. He led me backwards in comical cautiousness. “But I don’t think she’d like to be held for what comes next.”

Suddenly, the three men began to lift into the air.

“The hoverbugs from mumbai! They love chocolate! You must have put their eggs in the treat!” I exclaimed excitedly, whilst watching the hilarious display.

“Exactly.” In my glee, I hadn’t noticed the adoring look which the chocolatier had fixed on the side of my head.

The fun was interrupted by the chief of police. I rolled my eyes. Slugworth must have phoned.

“Now Ms Ficklegruber if you’d kindly step away from the criminal.” The chief of police gestured and I was led away as they interrogated the man whose name I still didn’t know. I looked on sadly as he was forced to give up his earnings. I shoved off the policemen’s arms, I made my way back over to the man whose face was as solemn as how happy it had been just minutes before. The excitement around the galleria had dimmed as various floating consumers were returned to gravity.

“I am really sorry.” I gestured to the measly sovereign he was left with.

“Don’t be. It was a law and I broke it. These fine men were merely doing their job. But a new day shall bring new promise.” He soldiered on with a smile and once again patted his hat back upon his head. “At least I can make rent.” He flicked the sovereign up and caught it once again.

“Where are you staying?”

“Scrubbits.”

My face fell in sympathy. “You didn’t read the fine print?” I pitied the poor man and what was about to befall him. Scrubbits contract was a common warning amongst residents but as I truly took in the whimsical nature which surrounded this man, I knew he wasn't from here. And that made me smile. This place could use something new.

He sheepishly scratched the back of his head and lowered his eyeline.

“You can’t read?” I questioned but my tone couldn't help but soften.

“I always thought my mama would teach me, but eventually my pursuits became solely chocolate.” I reached out and grasped his arm. Stroking the velvet beneath my fingertips.

Before I even knew what they were, the words left my mouth. “I could teach you.”

He was surprised. “You would? But why?”

“You’re interesting.” I peered back to the shop which loomed behind me. “I need that.”

“Forgive me, I have not even introduced myself.” He took off his hat and leaned into a deep bow. “My name is Willy Wonka.”

I giggled but responded with a curtsy of my own. “Y/n Ficklegruber.”

At the mention of my last name he looked towards the ceiling where my father still hung, gesturing feebly. “Wow. You really have chocolate in your blood. No wonder you’re so sweet.” Both our eyes widened when we realized what he said. A blush spread across my heated cheeks and meeting Willy’s eyes suddenly became impossible.

“Y/N GET AWAY FROM THAT CANDY GRABBING SCOUNDREL!” My fathers voice beat down from the ceiling where he had been watching my entire interaction with Wonka.

“Meet me at the fountain, tonight, 10pm sharp. Daddy will be in a sugar crash by then. It’ll be easy to sneak out.”

Before I could rush off to avoid my father once his feet returned to earth, Willy halted my movements and placed his empty palm out in front of me.

“Before you go, I want to give you something. You shouldn’t have anything I make in bulk. You deserve something a little more…” He placed a cloth over his palm and ripped it off revealing a deep red chocolate heart decorated with tiny flakes of gold. “Bespoke.”

I placed the treat in my mouth and audibly moaned at the taste. This man was a true genius. My father is going to be so mad. I could jump for joy.

“Till tonight, Mr Wonka.”

“Please, call me Willy.” I leaned up and delicately kissed his cheek in a way of goodbye.

--♡--

That night after discovering the true horror of what being a “guest” of Scrubbits included, Willy begged and pleaded with his newest friend, Noodle, to help him sneak out for the night because, in his words, he’d seen…

“The most beautiful girl to ever exist and if I don’t get to see her again tonight, my heart might just burst out of my chest!”

--♡--

#willy wonka x reader #willy wonka x you #willy wonka #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet wonka #wonka #timothee!wonka x reader #wonka x reader #wonka 2023

[ilmondodishioren]

Setona Mizushiro

Ciao a tutti miei cari amici, come state?Spero bene! ♥ Oggi sono qui per tornare a parlare di mangaka e nello specifico di una grande artista conosciuta/sconosciuta ai pochi, ma che secondo me merita un po’ della vostra attenzione: Setona Mizushiro.La sensei Mizushiro nasce a Kanagawa nel  Kantō il 23 ottobre del 1971. Come molti, ha iniziato la sua carriera creando doushinji (vengono chiamate…

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#afterschool nightmare #autori manga #black rose alice #chocolatier #Edizioni Flashbook #horror #il gioco del gatto con il topo #il mondo di shioren #josei #Jpop #manga da amare #romance noir #ronin manga #s #scopri l&039;autore #sensei da amare #setona mizushiro #shojo #star comics #thriller psicologico #x day #yaoi

[holylulusworld]

Traders of love (lust) masterlist

Summary: Our dear readers are in trouble. They sell the only thing they have left. Their body and dignity.

Pairing: Different (multi-fandom) characters x fem!Reader (different reader in every story)

Warnings: angst, kinda prostitution in some chapters, dub-con, extortion, voyeurism, roleplay, smut, virginity kink, pregnancy kink, daddy kink, sir kink, size kink, all the kinks, a/b/o kink, roleplay, loss of virginity, sex for money, blindfolding, a lil bit of feelings, pregnant reader, single mom reader, age gap, DBF trope

A/N: This is not a regularly updated series. It’s a collection of smutty one-shots, with a different character and a different reader in every story.

You can read only single chapters (except for the sequels) they are all connected/in the same universe but can be read as a standalone story. Some (side-)characters will reappear in different chapters.

A/N2: Please head the warnings for all chapters. Some kinks are not for everyone.

A/N3: We will see Lloyd and his reader throughout the whole series. They are the center of the story.

I’m your daddy now (1) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (2) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Swaying (Mobster!Ari Levinson x Dance instructor!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (3) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Like a virgin (DBF!Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Reader)

Chocolate and roses (Mobster!Sam Wilson x Chocolatier!Reader)

Like a virgin (2) (DBF!Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Reader)

Lawbreaker (Lee Bodecker x Sassy!Reader)

French Kiss (CEO!Nick Fowler x Interpreter!Reader)

Best trade ever (Boss!Steve Rogers x Assistant!Reader)

Wallflower (Rich(Mean)!Loki Laufeyson x Florist!Reader)

Lightning and Thunder (Rich!Thor Odinson x Librarian!Reader)

Every move you make (Jake Jensen x WebCamGirl!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (4) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Two for one (August Walker x Pregnant!Reader)

Damage done (Mobster!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader)

Follow the law (Andy Barber x Criminal!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (5) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Under protection (Reacher x Witness!Reader)

Instinct (Walter Marshall x Prostitute!Reader)

Skyscraper (Sam Winchester x fem!Reader)

Make you sweat (Lance Tucker x Gymnast!Reader)

Undecided addition

Untitled so far (Tony Stark x ???!Reader)

#bucky barnes #lloyd hansen #dean winchester #sam winchester #andy barber #ari levinson #jake jensen #steve rogers #lance tucker #lee bodecker #walter marshall #Traders of love (lust) masterlist #smut #multifandom #reacher #sam wilson

[multific]

Sweet Tooth

Willy Wonka x PlusSize!Reader

Willy watched you walk into his shop for the third time that week.

You looked around nervously. 

People around you kept shopping, not paying attention, but he did.

And just like the days before, you suddenly left his store.

You caught the attention of the young chocolatier about a month ago.

You looked around nervously, while you kept staring at the windows of the shop. It took you a month just to enter, Willy can only imagine how long it will take you to buy something.

So, he decided to do something about it.

---

"Be good now! I will get my new dress and we go home!"

"Of course, Mom." you smiled at your mother as she went into the shop.

You immediately headed to the Wonka store.

You bit your lip out of nervousness before entering.

You promised yourself, much like many times before, that this time you will buy a chocolate.

But each time, you ended up nervously walking around before leaving.

But this time, it only took you five minutes to actually enter the store. Many people were inside, you blended in pretty well.

Or at least you thought you did, a certain chocolatier definitely noticed your presence. You looked up at the beautiful cherry tree before moving to the shelves.

No one would know if you just bought one.

Just one.

That's all.

And yet, you were afraid.

You kept staring but not moving, people around you bought whatever they wanted, but not you.

Suddenly a beautiful rose was in your face and you stumbled for a moment, your focus shifting from the rose to the man holding it.

Mr Wonka himself. 

"Try it, it is delicious." he simply said and you took the rose from him.

"Wouldn't it be a shame to eat something so beautiful?" 

"The shame, My Lady, would be to let the chocolate melt without tasting it."

"You might be right, but I truly mustn't," you argue suddenly looking at the watch on the wall. You still had some time left.

"Why not? Chocolate is good for the soul."

"My parents would argue." your eyes suddenly snapped back at him, realizing that you have definitely overshared. "Sorry." you simply said before running out of the store, with your rose still in your hands.

You weren't sure how, but you managed to hide the rose from your parents and hid it in your room. 

Hoping it would never melt. 

But you also didn't eat it.

A couple of days later, however, you visited the shop and once again, Mr Wonka came up to you with a box of chocolates.

"I must say Mr. Wonka, your pretty rose seems to melt rather fast." 

"I must create something other than! The perfect chocolate which doesn't melt even when you hold it in the summer! But if I may ask, why didn't you just eat it?"

"My parents don't want me to eat sweets. You see I have a sweet tooth... and it is very apparent." you gestured at your figure.

"I don't see any problems with your figure, if anything I believe you are quite charming."

"Thank you." you felt the heat in your face and hoped he didn't realize how his compliment affected you.

"Just try one. I made them specially for you. With a hint of cherry." you took one of the chocolates from his box and popped it into your mouth.

"Oh wow." your eyes shined as you looked into his eyes. "This is wonderful!" the taste of pure chocolate with the hint of cherry and there was something else... something you couldn't quite point out, but it reminded you of your childhood, of happiness. Your grandma, the cakes he used to bake for you. "Thank you, Mr Wonka, it was delicious."

"Please, call me Willy." he smiled and you smiled back at him.

You didn't know then, but it was the start of something amazing.

After that day, you were no longer scared to enter his store, nor did you care about what your parents said.

Chocolate is where your happiness was.

The first time Willy brought you to his factory, you felt truly amazed.

It looked like such a happy place.

"I made this, just for you, I plan on launching them on Valentine's Day." you looked at the pink box in his hands, another colourful creation.

"What do you mean... made it for me?"

"You inspire me so much. I made this with all of your favourite things as a way to... to show you my feelings." you took one chocolate out of the box and popped it into your mouth. As you bit down, you immediately felt the feeling of pure joy. "The first time I ever laid my eyes on you, I still recall how stunned I was... such a beauty in my store. I felt like I was dreaming. And now, here I am, declaring my love, giving you not just this box but my heart as well. Will you take it and accept my feelings?"

Why did you feel like you already knew the answer? The doubt you had deep down, suddenly felt to have disappeared.

"I love you too, Willy." you smiled as fireworks went out around you, and he pulled you in for a simple yet meaningful kiss. 

"It seems like, my love for chocolate, gave me the love of my life." he said and you smiled from ear to ear.

Chocolate is where your love was.

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~Masterlist~

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[sketches4mysw33theart]

Whisky Kisses and Chocolate Dreams 

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

Word Count: 1.4k 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmm?”  

“What are you doing?”  

“Having a lie-down.”  

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, and what were these ingredients?”  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#wonka 2023 #wonka movie #willy wonka #wonka #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet #chocolate cartel #fanfic

[rosesloveletters]

sugared rose petals.

Pairing: 1971 Willy Wonka x Fem. Reader

Word Count: 1,494

Warnings: sexual content / oral sex

Summary: ‘That tongue of his knew its way around a literary device, so what was so shocking that it could also physically stimulate, as well as mentally?' // Wonka gives female-identifying reader oral.

Author's Note: I don't know where I found the audacity to write something like this, nonetheless, if you read it, enjoy.

Edited.

divider created by @/saradika on Tumblr.

Willy Wonka was the man behind the most manic creations of confection, yet he had never tasted as delectably sweet a treat as you. 

His hot breath lingered between your thighs, melting your caramelized center for him to devour like a man starved. His flattened tongue lapped reverently against your slit. He was always gentle, probing touches and tentative licks as delicate as spun silk. 

Your eyes were glazed and you dared not look at him for if you caught sight of what he was doing to you, there would be no hope of you stifling the string of hedonistic sounds that would pour from your mouth. 

He plucked and tasted every sugared petal from your rosebud like it were made of candy. 

Electric roots embedded within you; small vibrations sent shockwaves at every sound which emanated from him. You reached for him and felt him smile against your hot flesh as you gripped handfuls of his frizzy hair to keep him firmly in place. 

Your head felt full of cotton candy fluff, sweet thoughts with no substance. 

How was he so skilled at this?

That tongue of his knew its way around a literary device, so what was so shocking that it could also physically stimulate, as well as mentally?

He compared it to eating cotton candy: one touch of the tongue could cause the entire bundle of sweetness to melt.  

Sensation gripped you. Suddenly, you were far beyond cloud nine, having left both the ground and the stratosphere behind, and were running laps on Saturn’s rings, squeezing out the last drops of imagination from your world-weary brain. 

A soft cry escaped you and in your heavily stimulated state, you felt his grip on you tighten. His forearms pressed firmly against your inner thighs to keep your legs apart as his tongue delved inside of you to taste your sweet cream. 

He could not contain his voracious need for you. So infrequently did you ever witness him become demanding, but there was something about the way you tasted which drove him mad with desire. 

He could have a sweet treat any time his heart desired, but this? You were a craving which could only be satisfied if he were to eat from the source. As confident as he might’ve been that he could replicate your taste so that he could have it all the time (that was the inventor in him talking), he wouldn’t try. Something so delicious was meant to be sampled in one way alone and if he thought otherwise, then he had no right to call himself Willy Wonka, world-famous chocolatier and dreamer of dreams. 

Perhaps this was one example of how some of his realities became dreams, because nothing this perfect could be anything less than a dream and yet it was somehow his reality. 

His world became saturated in sensation each time he did this and he savored your sounds of pleasure as much as he savored your sweet honey. 

Still, he had to warm you up to the idea of being tasted. The humiliation and shame over being so exposed always made you want to close your legs, but it was that delicious mortification that made you taste even sweeter to him. 

He had to make a mess of you, then would you finally give in to him. 

Willy Wonka was not a greedy man, but he indulged on occasion. However, this was a different sort of craving that consumed him. He would never pass up an opportunity to settle between your legs for a sampling of the sweetest candy that had ever touched his tongue – and he wasn’t even the creator of it! 

How ironic. 

He wouldn’t let that tidbit get to him, as long as he could have you for himself. The thought of sharing your delectable body with anyone else sickened him with jealousy and his tenderness turned more possessive as he nibbled at your slick folds. 

You noted the change in pace, your heart beating rapidly as though it were trying to escape your ribcage. Your hot flesh pulsed against his tongue and you rolled your hips, wanting more of that delicious friction. You felt him chuckle as his tongue flicked from your core to your sensitive clit, teasing the hooded skin around your bundle of nerves that was engorged from stimulation. 

You whimpered pathetically as your body tingled. Hot, slick heat pooled in your abdomen, burning brighter in intensity at the incessant teasing. 

His tongue flickered over your clit and you cried out his name, making him let out another pleased chuckle. The sounds he pulled from your lips made the experience even more worthwhile for him; he took pride in having the capabilities necessary to make you sound like that. 

He had every reason to take it further, to rush through to the end so that he could finally taste your essence once again, but no. Of all the work that he did, Willy Wonka was an artist. He believed in excellent craftsmanship and the art of the skill it took to create a work of perfection. 

He was much more appreciative of what he had because he worked for all of it. 

He would accept his reward gratefully, after he had put in the effort to receive it. 

“Willy…” You whispered his name breathlessly, gazing down at him now.

His striking blue eyes peered up at you from the erotic scene playing out between your legs. You felt yourself clench as your eyes met and his tongue flicked against your clit for good measure, making your hips twitch. 

You couldn’t tell from this position, but you swore he was smirking at you; he knew just what he was doing and how to make you squirm. 

“Yes, my dear?” you felt him mumble the words more than you heard them, the vibrations making you throb. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying your euphoria as if it were his own. 

You tried to answer him as his tongue dipped back in for another taste of sweet nectar and his nose brushed lightly against your clit, making you lose consciousness for a few short seconds as your brain rewired itself. All that forced its way out of you was a moan and more delicious juice dribbled out of you for him to quickly lick up with a pleased sound of appreciation. 

A whine tore itself from your throat as you felt him licking you clean, “g-gonna cum…”

“Is that so?” he responded casually, as if he were surprised to hear this. 

The hunger in his gaze betrayed him and he began tasting you with a renewed vigor, eager for your release so that there would be more cream for him to greedily enjoy. 

His tongue left your opening in favor of massaging your clit. He was determined and would have what he wanted if he pleased you just right.

Lips suctioning around your clit, he gently sank one finger into your dripping core.

You let out a guttural cry and your muscles seized up around the intrusion. Soon, your body relaxed enough for him to add a second finger. He wiggled them inside you as he pressed in deep in search of your sweet spot. 

Between the internal and external stimulation, you were unable to hold off any longer. 

The heat of your orgasm flooded your senses and your walls clenched, spasming around his thick fingers. Your pleasured cries and soft moans filled his ears with sweet music as his tongue continued massaging your clit until your orgasm had finished. 

Your body went limp as you soaked in the afterglow. The dense fog had cleared; a sensation-spiked sunshine rose from the depths of your mind and shone through the clouds. 

You barely registered what he was doing as he continued licking away the excess ejaculate, savoring the last remnants of your pleasure that his fingers dug out of you upon extraction. 

You moaned lightly as you watched him suck your juices off his fingers like sucking on a lollipop. 

“W-Was that good?” your voice sounded shaky as you asked him the question. 

He wiped his fingers off with a handkerchief that he then stuffed into his pocket before laying on the bed beside you. His arm extended around your shoulders and brought you in against him for a cuddle after the deed was done. 

“Heavenly,” he whispered against your hair as he leaned in and gave the top of your head a kiss, “I’ll admit, I had a hard time controlling myself.” 

His admission made you chuckle and he smiled down at you as though you were more precious than jewels, or candy, in his case. 

“Satisfied?” he asked, his deep voice of velvet made you begin to ache all over again. 

A shudder traveled down your spine, “Always. But perhaps…it is now your turn…”

He chuckled, blue eyes lighting up with mirth and a hint of curiosity, “is that right? Well…we’ll see…”

#willy wonka #willy wonka and the chocolate factory #willy wonka 1971 #wilder!wonka #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka imagine #willy wonka and the chocolate factory imagine #gene wilder #biblio :: 📖

[jamiewintons]

Felix Fickelgruber Smut Alphabet

Hey everyone! I’m so sorry that this took so long for me to finish. I hope you enjoy it 💚

18+ ONLY! F!Reader. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If you're in a relationship with him, Felix is surprisingly sweet after sex. He’ll be very attentive and help you clean up, and then cuddle you after. If its a casual thing he tends to be a bit more standoffish, but you can tell he's catching feelings for you if he starts getting a bit more affectionate.

B = Body part (favourite body part of their partner’s)

Your lips. He can't help but stare at them, and if you wear brightly coloured lipstick he's going to get ridiculously distracted. He also has a thing for your hips, and your legs in general - but mainly your thighs.

C = Collar (do they mark you as theirs in some way?)

Felix is incredibly possessive, and will mark you more literally with hickeys, but also by giving you lots of clothing/jewellery - its probably all dark green because that's his favourite colour and it matches with his outfits. Maybe he even gives you a necklace with the letter 'F' on it?

D = Dominant (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? are they a top or a bottom?)

He's definitely a dom, but he doesn't mind giving you a little bit of control every once in a while. That's how you know that he trusts you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Felix is experienced with sex, but a lot less experienced with relationships. He definitely knows what he's doing when he pleasures you, and he's quite smug about that fact.

F = Fuck (do they prefer to fuck or make love?)

Depends on how he's feeling in the moment, but I think he always refers to it as 'making love' because he's classy like that.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Felix definitely laughs quite often during sex, usually when he's teasing you and you either moan loudly or start begging for him. He loves that, and won't give up a chance to show you how pleased he is.

H = Hot (what turns them on, gets them going)

You wearing lingerie/a sexy dress, or if you sensually eat chocolate. Put the two things together and he's gonna want to fuck you right then and there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s very romantic despite the whole heartless businessman thing, because you’re the only thing he cares about more than the money and prestige of being a successful chocolatier. Felix will definitely create a romantic atmosphere by lighting candles, covering your bed in rose petals, etc. All in all, he treats you like a queen.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Felix finds it super hot when you put on a show for him and let him watch you get yourself off, especially if you surprise him in his office (at work or at home).

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Foodplay for sure, particularly involving chocolate (his chocolate, of course). Also, as an anon said, he really loves seeing you in lingerie and stockings. Also I think he’d probably like it if you called him Daddy—

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

At home in the bedroom you share (if you're at that point) is the best place, but Felix also loves the thrill of having his way with you in his office.

M = Mood (what’s the foreplay like? how do you get them in the mood?)

You could probably get Felix to do anything you wanted if you simply sat on his lap and whispered something spicy into his ear, especially if you happened to be wearing a sexy dress at the time. He loves foreplay too, and it tends to involve a lot of neck kisses and him feeling up your legs and hips.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Felix would never want to share you with anyone else. He's far too possessive for that. He might like other people to see the two of you together and envy him, but he'd never let anyone else touch you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's very skilled at giving, and he's incredibly proud of that fact. He loves receiving almost just as much, especially when he's sitting in his office chair and you're kneeling beneath his desk.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It differs! Sometimes he’s so sweet and romantic, but other times he’s rough and demanding.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Felix is a big fan of quickies when you come to visit him at his office. When you’re at home together, he prefers to take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Definitely! I think that Felix is quite open minded about sex, and would be willing to try new things that either of you bring to the table - as long as that doesn’t involve sharing you with anyone else, as noted above.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

It depends on the day and the circumstances of your encounter. If you’ve been teasing him/trying to get him worked up a lot, he might not last that long, but he is very quick to recover.

T = Tryst (are they into casual sex or one night stands?)

Your relationship with Felix probably begins as a casual thing or a one night stand, so that would be a yes. But once he’s fallen for you, he can’t even imagine being with anyone else.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease - sometimes he’ll take things so incredibly slow and then won’t give you what you need until you’re begging him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Felix can get pretty loud. I don’t think he’d be embarrassed by it, so he makes no real effort to keep himself quiet, unless he absolutely has to (if you’re somewhere where you could be heard). At home/in private, he’ll moan as loudly as he feels like, and encourages you to do the same because he likes to hear you.

W = Wait (how long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)

As I said above, I imagine that your relationship probably begins as a kind of casual thing, but if it doesn’t, I think that he’d still want to start having sex pretty early on. It all depends on how quickly you want to move the relationship.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s a skinny guy (as all of Mat’s characters are), dick size wise I’d say he’s probably a bit bigger than average? I don’t have an exact measurement in mind.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I’d say pretty high. You probably have sex at least once a day if time permits and you’re both up for it. Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

#fickelgruber x reader #felix fickelgruber x reader #wonka x reader #wonka 2023 x reader #mari's stuff

[oklotea]

Here's a silly little idea I came up with a while ago!

I was thinking about Ginger. And I was thinking about how great it would've been if she were introduced earlier in the series rather than later, and I immediately though, okay then where would she go? And I got the conclusion that, she would have fit PERFECTLY WITH THE PINK SQUAD IN TRUE HEARTS DAY. Cupid as the head of the operation, Briar managing the general party planning, Hopper as the muscle and moral support (as well as just being a nice dork you can drag around easily) and Ginger as the one who takes care of the food!!!!! AGHHHHHH I'M JUST IMAGINING HOW CUTE THE 4 OF THEM WOULD HAVE BEEN.... Ginger kind of being the straight man to everyone else's hijinks, as well as being a little cutie patootie..... It would have been cool to see her get a pretty prominent role. I'm sure if I sit on it longer I can come up with a few ways true hearts day could have alternated if she was present. But that's not what I want to focus on.

I saw the new and improved pink squad in my mind, and I was like, man these 4 characters are enough to warrant a whole doll line dedicated to the true hearts day special. And I was like. A lightbulb lit up in my head. I GASPED.

I was thinking.... What if the pink squad had especially dressed up for the true hearts day dance, (since they were the ones hosting it), and all of their outfits were inspired by one of the few valentines day/true hearts day symbols??????

Cupid's outfit would represent, well, cupid. Ginger's outfit would be themed after chocolaty sweets that you give to the people you love, Briar's outfit would be rose bouquet and flower themed, and Hopper's outfit would either represent kisses/gestures of love (because he's the frog prince), or just love in general!

And yes they will ALL be covered head to toe in pink hues. Completing the prophecy.... They are now officially the pink squad. God bless.

Maybe one day I'll sketch out some hypothetical designs of this little idea. Tell me what you think!!! :33 if you have any ideas/input please tell me I'm dying to hear!!!! Wether it's about the designs or the character dynamics I wanna hear it. >:DD

#eah #ever after high #c a cupid #ca cupid #hopper croakington ii #briar beauty #ginger breadhouse #oklo makes a post

[kittyt-hexxed]

Signed, Renata

Boss!Renata Glasc x POC!Reader

Warning: Boss!Renata Glasc, POC!Reader, Confession, Love Notes, Valentine’s Day in the Office, blushing so hard your cheeks hurt, your coworkers make fun of you, recognizing someone by their perfume, you get a kiss

Summary: Love is in the air and you’re stuck at work instead of enjoying the themed drinks and desserts… until you find your desk covered in gifts from an unknown admirer.

The words on the paper were blurring the more you tried to read them. Your lunch break was only a short ten minutes away but it felt like forever with how antsy you were feeling. When you woke up, your phone had been flooded with text messages from your friends saying ‘Happy Galentine’s Day!’ Your couple friends were sharing their cute messages and posts, and you knew there’d be even more coming in tonight. You were a sucker for days like this and it made you bummed out to be working when you could be home and taking a nice themed bath. But, all hope was not lost. Your boss was nice and allowed your workplace to decorate and celebrate as long it was all cleaned up by the next morning.

That meant that the office had been decorated in various shades of pink, red, and white with hearts and cheesy pick-up lines everywhere. It brought a lot of laughter and joy… for most of the people. There were a few who were determined to ruin the fun and say Valentine’s was a stupid holiday to celebrate. Their desks had suspiciously been left undecorated and no one wanted to come forward and admit that they were the ones who didn’t do it. Other than that, the day went by as normal and you were so happy to hear your little alarm go off.

You gathered up all of your paperwork, clipped them together, and carefully filed them back into the folder they needed to be in. Your boss would gut you like a fish if she walked past your desk and it was a mess. You could never forget the ice in her voice when you heard her lay into Ken about how much of a slob he was on your first day. That had you scrambling ever since to make sure you kept your area pristine. You didn’t want her to speak to you that way at all.

Your coworkers linked up with you and you ducked into the cafeteria to eat. The chefs had made dishes themed to the day so you were giggling over the heart-shaped desserts and sandwiches. Everyone scrolled through their phones and shared posts on their socials that they thought were pretty or funny. You were just relieved to have a break. You yawn, clutching the hot cup of coffee in your hands hoping it’ll be enough to get you through the rest of the day. You savor each sip while listening to the others talk before the sound of the lunch alarm goes off. ‘Lunch is over already?’ You complain to yourself. You get up and place your mug in the dirty dishes pile, waving at the chefs before heading out of the room.

Everyone normally took some time to get back to their desks but you were confused to see them all hovering around your area. Jamie glanced back and he waved you over with a bright smile on his face. You hurried your pace, feeling a little confused as more of your coworkers gave you the same look.

“What’s going on?” You ask, nudging them to the side when you realize they are staring at your area. Your jaw drops when you see your desk. It was covered with rose petals, decorated with an assortment of flowers and a note was neatly tucked into the keys of your keyboard. You noticed a large box of your favorite chocolates along with a box of artisan chocolate from one of the higher-end chocolatiers in the city. It was beautiful and someone clearly put a lot of time and effort into it. ‘Who put all of that time and effort into this?’ was your first thought. Your second thought was ‘Ms. Glasc is going to murder me if she sees this!’ Your body felt conflicted about how it should react. On one hand, you were terrified your boss was going to scold you for making a mess. On the other, someone was into you enough to do this. You could feel your cheeks warm. Your lips twitched before giving in and curving into a smile so wide it hurt.

“Someone has an admirer!” One of your coworkers says, shaking you. You hear them all giggle and start to tease you about it. It only makes the feeling worse. It couldn’t be from anyone on your floor, right? You all went to lunch at the same time. But, that didn’t mean anything either. Not everyone ate lunch here. Some people chose to go out and pick up lunch from one of the nearby restaurants. Anyone could have done it. It didn’t help that your desks had walls high enough that no one could see over them.

Although your coworkers continue to rile you up, your focus is taken by the note. You walk forward and pick it up, taking a seat in your chair as a few rose petals fall from it. The envelope feels heavier in your hand than the standard ones you’re used to. Your name is scrawled across it in a handwriting that is oddly familiar to you. That piques your curiosity even more. You turn it over and your heart skips a beat seeing the Glasc family crest pressed into the wax seal. Overtaken by your curiosity you pop the seal and unfurl the paper to see the same beautiful scrawling calligraphy across the paper. Your heart beats faster as you catch the faint scent of Darling Decadence, the personal fragrance your boss wears. Your eyes scan the page and your heart beats faster and faster until you reach the closing line.

What would you say if I requested a kiss, pet?

Your breathing catches. Did your boss really write this… love letter… to you?

“What has everyone so excited?” Ms.Glasc’s raspy voice cuts through everyone else’s like the sharpest of knives. The room goes silent and you freeze. You whip around so fast that your chair spins with you. You make eye contact with her. Her glowing magenta eyes pierce your very soul and you nearly melt into your chair. Even with half of her face covered by her breather, you knew she wasn’t happy about all the time being wasted.

“M-Ms.Glasc, I-” You have no clue what you’re trying to say. Are you trying to defend yourself from the mess? Ask her if this letter is real? You were trying to save yourself before you knew what you were saving yourself from.

“Back to work.” She says and everyone runs to their desks. She doesn’t take her eyes off you but walks forward and grabs the top of your chair. You squeak as she leans down to be level with you.

“Um, I- Got your… letter?” You stutter, lifting the letter to show her. Her eyes dart to it and back to you.

“Your answer?” Ms.Glasc asks. You swallow.

“Yes.” You say. She reaches up and there’s a soft hiss as her breather disengages. You think you stop breathing when you finally get to see her face. She’s gorgeous. Her lips curve up into a smirk that has your heart working overtime.

“Good girl.” She grips your chin, tilts your head back, and kisses you.

#renata league of legends #renata glasc x reader #renata glasc x fem reader #renata glasc fic

[cheritzteam]

[The Ssum] Valentine’s Day 2023 Event Announcement

Hello, dear lab participant.

We bring you news on this year’s Valentine's Day events.

< ① Chocolate for a Special Ssum-one >

We can’t talk about Valentine’s Day without chocolate!

Between soft and creamy milk chocolate and bittersweet dark chocolate, which do you prefer?

Why not make Valentine’s Day chocolate for him; suit your taste or his, whichever is fine!

For lab participants who find making chocolates too difficult, the Forbidden lab has developed a Portable Chocolate Factory for your convenience. *The Portable Chocolate Factory will be revealed on February 8th, the first day of the event. (8/2 update) Due to technical issues, the revealing of the Portable Chocolate Factory is being delayed. We ask for your kind patience!

Boast your chocolatier skilles on your social media!

We’ll give out 100 Aurora Batteries each to a total of 10 lucky lab participants✨

Event period : 8th of February 2023 (Wed) KST ~ 15th of February 2023 (Wed) KST How to participate : Share your Valentine’s Day chocolate for him on your social media with the hashtag #TheSsum_Chocolate_ForHim Winner Announcement : 20th of February 2023 (Mon) KST *Only posts on Twitter, Tumblr and Instagram are eligible for the event. *You may also use your original creations(drawings, fiction related to the subject, real-life pictures)to participate. *You will be disqualified if you steal other people’s work, even after being selected as a winner.

< ② City of Free Men : Celebratory Lab >

For the following period, a Celebratory Lab📚 in commemoration of Valentine’s Day will open in the City of Free Men.

Share memories of your sweetheart(or sweethearts?) and aim to become Top Lab Participant for the prize of 200 Aurora Batteries!

Celebratory Lab open for : 8th of February 2023 (Wed) 9:00 am KST ~ 15th of February 2023 (Wed) 8:59 am KST Criteria : Number of supports in a post (5 lab participants will be chosen per language) Winner Announcement : 20th of February 2023 (Mon) KST *Posts will still remain after the event period, but you will not be able to write new posts. *We will count the number of supports accumulated at the event's end. However, you can still continue to support a post.

< ③ In-game Seasonal Content and Access Gift >

Log in to <The Ssum> on Valentine’s Day to ring a special phone call📞 and get his photo memento📸.

It seems that sightings of PIU-PIU rushing to the space flower market in the early morning were reported….

Seasonal Content open for : 14th of February 2023 (Tue) (based on your account timezone) Seasonal Content : Valentine’s Day Phone Call + Valentine’s Day Photo Memento  *You can check past Seasonal Content anytime in your Milky Way Calendar and Album after unlocking them. In-game Access Gift : 15 Aurora Batteries + 3 Red Roses

Have a sweet day with The Ssum👨‍🍳🍬

Thank you.

Cheritz

#TheSsum #TS #Cheritz #TheSsum_Chocolate_ForHim

[writerwithbrainrot]

How do I tell someone I love them?

A story for the ever lovely @trippygalaxy go check them out. Valentines Day special!

I had fun with this-

Warnings: Kissing, wholesome fluff!

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"You should buy her an animal." Twilight said, sitting with his legs open on the Cafe bar stool, his hat and accent telling everyone in the vicinity that he was clearly not from Hyrule city. "Ladies love a cute thing they can hold."

Sky frowned, looking at the hot chocolate in his hands, shaking his head. "No, Sun is more of a bird person. She owned a Remlit when we were 8, but it scared her. So she prefers birds." he said

Wild, who's long hair was in a loose ponytail, took a sip of his Caramel frappe, and hummed. Twilight turned to the man next to him, as did the others. "Well. . . I'd ask Mipha or Urbosa. . . but Mipha is in physical therapy for the next hour and a half and Urbosa is visiting family."

"I'd get her some nice, big roses." Hyrule said, smiling next to sky, his fluffy brown hair falling infront of his eyes a bit, still wearing his brown Jacket. "You know, the red ones at Magda's floral shop are great! I got some orange ones for Aurora myself!" Legend turned up his nose at the name, his beenie still covered in the outside snow as he sipped his mocha black coffee.

"Oh heck no. She is scary and those roses are too expensive, especially since Valentines Day is tomorrow."

Sky slammed his head on the counter, groaning. The boys looked concerned at him as he raised his head. "I should just ask Wars. . . he is good with women, right?"

"No." the others all said at the same time. Wind walked up to sky, holding a shoe box decorated as a pirate ship, school bag on his back. "I'd get her some cards and lollipops!" he said, shaking his box, and hearing candy rattle within. "Or some peeps!"

"Those are just cavity causers." Legend said, scowling. "And shouldn't you be in class?"

Wind frowned "Well, I was going to give you some candy, but never mind."

Hyrule brightened. "Ooh, may I?" Wind grinned maliciously and held out the box to Hyrule, who shot his hand in, and screamed as a rubber skulleta spider shot out. Wild and Legend laughed as Twilight sighed, shaking his head as Wind cackled. "Already, you scallywag." he said, standing up, "we've played hookie long enough, let's go." he said, and Wind let out a sound of complaint but followed Teilight out, both saying goodbye to the group.

"Maybe I should ask Four?" Wild said, taking Twilight's seat. Sky shook his head. "No, don't. I don't wanna bother him. He's out of town with his girlfriend."

Hyrule patted Sky's back as Legend stood. "Welp, I gotta head out before Ravio starts blowing my phone up." He said, and Hyrule and Wild waved goodbye as Sky looked defeated.

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The grocery store was packed, and Sky was biting his lip, ears down as he looked around the candy isle, tapping his foot impatiently. He was frustrated, the others and been no help to him whatsoever.

He couldn't just by a rose for Sun, he'd have to by 10,000 and even then that wouldn't show her how beautiful she was to him. He couldn't just by candy, he would have to fly to the best chocolatiers in the world just to make her the best chocolates she'd like, but would that tell her how sweet she was to him? And he couldn't just get any card, he'd need to bring Leinardo de Vinci back to life to paint her a beautiful portrait! But would any of it be enough?

"You look troubled." A familiar, fatherly voice said and Sky jumped. He turned to see Time, a spirited man with the heart of a child. He was older than all of the guy's, and wad related to Twilight, yet they still didn't know his age.

"Time!" Sky said "I . . . it's nothing." he said, looking back at the shelved items, moving a back a bit as a teenage girl reached for a bag of candy, standing on her toes, apologizing to him as she did. Time smiled and grabbed the bag for her and handed it to the girl, who smiled and thanked him before rushing off.

"Rupee for your thoughts?" he asked with a kind smile. Sky huffed.

"Sun . . . I love her with my entire soul, I've known her since before we were born. How do I tell someone I love them?" he asked, looking back at Time. "I want to get her the best things, I want to show her how much I live her, but I don't know how. You're married to Malon, what should I do?"

Time hummed, thinking his words before speaking. "Well, what do you like about Sun and why?"

Sky smiled, that unmistakable love struck smile that made his ears perk back up. "Well. . . She has always put her all into everything. Back in school, when she sewed a sail cloth for the ceremony for the church's event back in high school. . . She's so kind to everyone she meets and never afraid to be social or put her foot down. . . she's got this flare to her that makes everyone take another look, and she always takes time to help those in need." He listed. Time smiled at this.

"What have you two done together?" He asked "What kind of events have you both attended. What are the most memorable moments with her that you remember?"

Sky thought about it, starting to play with his red earing. "Gee . . . Well, when we were 10, she held my hand in the ice cream parlor near our elementary school when Groose knocked my ice cream down and shared hers. And then we got lost in a haunted maze during Halloween in freshman year and we fell into a bush together." he started, his smile growing brighter and face became more red. "I remember confessing to her in the city park under that one tree that was said to once bear the fruit that cured all diseases. And our first date was to the zoo. We got lost in the reptile exhibit trying to find where all the butterflies were."

Time patted Sky's back, pulling him out of a trance. "Use those as inspiration." he said. "Let them fuel your fire. It doesn't have to be a fancy gift, whatever you do for Sun should be meaningful. It should remind her of why you two love one another."

Sky gasped and started to bounce. "I've got it! Time thank you so much but I've got a date to plan!" he said, rushing off as Time watched him run off, sprinting down an isle as Malon appeared, looking confused. "What's going on? Dear?"

"Oh-" Time said, looking lovingly at his wife. "It's nothing, darling."

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"Still no text?" Flora asked Sun, frowning. The girls had decide to have a sleepover, just to relax and spend time together. Sun sadly nodded, looking at her phone on Dusk's back with her cheek in her hand. Aurora gave a kind smile.

"I'm sure he's just sleeping in, you know he doesn't wake up no matter what." Lullaby nodded. Sun sighed again, clearly upset.

"It's Valentines day!" Sun said "I expected at least a 'good morning, happy Valentines day!' you know?!", her long golden hair in a braid nearly walking Flora in the face.

Dusk entered, a smile on her face. The girls turned. "I found something on my door step. It's for you, Sun."

In a second, Sun was rushing to the front door of Dusk's apartment, the girls following behind excited as they went to the front door. Sun opened it and on the door step was a letter and a small bundle of daffodils. Fable and Dot giggled and squealed seeing the flowers, Sun looking a bit confused but smiled seeing her name in Sky's familiar shaky cursive on the letter.

"oooh!" Dot squealed, bouncing up and down as Sun closed the door. "What's it say?! What's it say!?"

Sun smiled and quickly opened it. She started to read aloud, holding the daffodils in her hand. "Dear Sun, I have known you since before we were born, and even when we were playing other for the first time, I knew that you and I would never be apart. This is to our first time together." Sun pulled off a photo, and smiled. "This is the first photo our mothers took of us together." Su. said, eyes filled with familiarity ad she showed the girls. they all fawned at the cuteness.

"Daffodils mean birth and new beginnings." Flora said, gently examining the Daffodils.

"There's another thing." Sun said "Go to Piper's ice cream parlor. Order the first ice cream we had together at 11 o'clock."

"It's a scavenger hunt!" Fable exclaimed. "He set up a scavenger hunt!"

In what felt like seconds, the girls were dressed and rushed out to catch the metro, all rushing and giggling in excitement. On the metro, Fable got a text and she gushed about how Legend wanted to talk to her, and she left after a few stops to meet him.

On the way to the ice cream parlor, Lullaby also got a text, and she gave a knowing smile to Dusk. "Oh, Malon wants help to make a pie for Time, and wants Dusk and I to help. We have to go."

"Strange." Flora said, Watching to two scurry away, giggling.

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"Could I get one scoop of chocolate and a scoop of vanilla?" Sun asked Piper, who looked so happy to see Sun. "With some extra sprinkles?"

"Comeing right up!" Piper said, and she went to make her the ice cream. Sun stood there, rocking back and forth on her heels. Dot, Flora, Aurora, and Artemis (Who had bumped into them (randomly)) stood behind her as Piper handed Sun a bowl of chocolate and vanilla ice cream with wrinkles, a note, and a yellow rose.

Sun took them and rushed to a table, past a small group with books and some with glassed and one wearing a blue scarf and to a small table to sit, the girls following them. Flora took the rose as Sun opened the letter. "A yellow rose is symbolic for friendship." she said instinctively, and proceeded to get shaken by an Excited Aurora.

"Dear Sun, Remember when I lost my treat, ans you shared yours. I think that is when I realized how sweet you were, and I wanted that sweetness forever. Your kindness knows no bounds. At 12 o'clock, Go to the maze that hosts those awesome Halloween events and look for the scarecrow with a bucket hat."

"We gotta go!" Aurora said, Dot having gone missing, grabbing Sun and Flora and rushing out.

»»————-　★　————-««

One by one, they collected more notes and flowers, Sun reminded of the best moments with her and Sky, even if the girls were suddenly dissapearing. Soon, now in the park as the sun was setting, she was alone, holding daffodils, yellow roses, pink carnations, daisies, larkspur, marigolds and chrysanthemums. Her feet aches, and she was hoping this wasn't just some wild goose chase when she saw him.

Sky stood under the tree of life, dressed in some nice clothes, in front of a picnic with lit candles and nice food. Sky's face lit up as she rushed to him and hugged him tight. "You know, I nearly had to fight a penguin for one of these." she said, and Sky smiled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry about that." he said, taking her hands and helping her sit down. "But did you have fun?" He asked

Sun nodded, abd placed her flowers next to her. "Oh, but I had to do the last bit of it alone. All the girls ran out, and I haven't a clue why!"

Sky's ears dropped a bit, "Oh? Strange." he said, before he helped her fill her plate.

It was wonderful, both talking about their day and Sun just gushing over everything Sky had done for her before he cleared his throat, turning a heavy shade of red. "Um ... we've known one another since. .. . well since birth. And I'm. . . just so greatful that through everything we've stuck together. I don't have a memory without you in it." he said, helping Sun stand up. "And. . . I want you to be with me forever. I want to look back in the future and see you and I together in white."

Sun's eyes widened, and she gasped realizing where this was going. "Link-"

Sky got down on one knee. "Zelda, I wnat to grow old with you. I want to start a family with you, I want to be by your side as you make all your dreams become a reality. Zelda. . ." He pulled out a box as Sun shook. Opening it, a ring stood in a slot. "Will you marry me?"

Sun burst into tears and Sky began to panic "Oh goddess! I'm sorry, are you okay?! Did you not want-"

Sun kissed Sky and he became tomato red ad he kissed back. Sun pulled away, smiling through tears. "Yes! As many times as I have to say it, Yes!"

Sky's eyes filled with tears as he shakily put the ring on her finger and kissed her again. The sounds of confetti cannons going off and cheers erupted from around them as the chain and girls celebrated, the sound of Hyrule yelling in joy and Dot and Aurora crying was heard, Wind loligaging with Tetra, and other sounds of excitement were heard.

When Sun and Sky pulled away, the boys patted Sky's back, cheering for him. The girls swarmed Sun, all going on about wedding plans and such, the excitement so contagious that if anyone else had gone by, they been smiling too.

Sky looked at Sun, and both knew that this would be the best memory and Valentines day gift they'd ever received. . .

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Hahah! at 1 am it's done! Do tell what you think!

I went just a little over board I believe, but who cares I'm a hopeless romantic and @trppygalaxy deserves comfort and love. So bamb! Toothrotting fluff!

Have a wonderful day/night!

#linked universe #modern au #Valentines day fluff #Wizard writes #Sun x sky #@trippygalaxy

[holdmytesseract]

Winter Wonders 》 The Baby Fever AU & Winter Warmers Collection

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: Loki comes home on a beautiful winter day after being five months away on royal duty - much to your daughter's delight.

Warnings: huge amount of fluff!

Word Count: 2,4k

a/n: This is my tribute to @lokisgoodgirl 's wonderful Winter Warmers Collection! 🥰And because we all love dad!Loki and Ella, I decided to make this a Baby Fever AU oneshot! 🥰 Special thanks to @aagn360 for giving me the inspiration, with the idea of a cuddle session with Ella, Y/N and touch-starved Loki. 😁

Also, I am so sorry for the ghost post earlier - to those who noticed! I posted this oneshot on accident... 😅 It's too early yet in the timeline for that story... I'm so sorry, guys! 🙈

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @theaudacitytowrite @lady-rose-moon @aagn360 @fictive-sl0th @mostclevermiss @linaax

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BABY FEVER MASTERLIST °☆• MASTERLIST

Four-year-old Ella was kneeling on a chair, which stood in front of the big window pane in the living room. The little girl had both her hands pressed against the glass, watching the snowflakes dance through the chilly winter air of New York City. She loved snow - what was absolutely no wonder. After all, she had some Jotun blood running through her veins.

Her hands were tinged in a soft blue, due to the coldness of the window pane, which managed to tickle her inner Frost Giant awake. "Sweetheart, what are you doing?" You asked with a sweet smile, as you walked into the living room with two mugs of hot chocolate in your hands. "Are you watching the snow again?" Ella nodded. "Uh.Huh." You shook your head, but smiled; knew exactly why she did that. She started to watch the snow, since it began to fall. It reminded her of her father, who was currently away on royal duty on Jotunheim - since almost five months now. Ella was missing him terribly. Sure, Loki was staying in touch, of course, but it wasn't the same. It wasn't the real thing – and since the season had changed and Christmas was almost right around the corner, the little girl seemed to miss her dad even more.

A sad sigh left your lips as you set the mugs down on the small table and stepped over to your daughter. "Do you miss daddy, princess?" The girl nodded, head hanging low. "So much, mommy..." Your heart ached at the broken, sad and almost painful voice of your daughter. You ran your hand gently, lovingly through her thick, black curls and leaned down to press a kiss on her head. "I know, sweetie, I know... I miss daddy as well." She turned to face you, looking up at you with her big, blue eyes. "Do you know when he is coming back?" You shook your head, "No, I'm sorry, sweet girl. I wish I knew, but I don't." and handed her a cup of hot chocolate, which Ella took with a small smile. "Thank you." You both took a big sip, relishing in the taste of the sweet, chocolaty drink. "What would you like to do this afternoon, sweetheart?" You asked her, deciding that it was for the best to somehow take her mind off of Loki for a while. "Umm..." Ella started, thinking about what to say. You looked at her and noticed with a smile, that her upper lip was still coated in whipped cream and hot chocolate, giving her a literal moustache. She looked utterly cute. "Can we go out in the snow?" You raised an eyebrow. "Again?" It wasn't like you spent almost the whole week outside for hours and hours. Ella just loved snow and took everybody with her, who had time. On Monday, she was out with you. On Tuesday, she took Happy with her – okay, okay, actually took Happy Ella with him, to be entirely honest. He was totally not using your daughter as an excuse to go sledding and built a snowman. Absolutely not! On Wednesday she was out with Eisa, Jane and you - again. On Thursday, she took uncle Bruce and auntie Nat with her and yesterday, uncle Tony had to bite the bullet. Of course, they enjoyed going out with the little girl. Especially Happy. "Yes! Please, mommy! Please!" How could you say no to her? You started to smile and nod. "Alright, my little Frost Giant. Go, get dressed." Her eyes lit up at your words and she squealed in excitement, "Yay!" before she hopped down from the chair and sprinted out of the living room to get dressed. You watched her run away, with a giggle. Oh, how much you loved her.

An hour later, you were walking through the snowy streets, on your way to go to the hill you spent the most time at this week. Ella's small hand in your left hand, the string of the wooden sled in your right hand. Ella was looking up, head tilted back. Her mouth was opened, tongue jutted out to catch snowflakes. You giggled; her behaviour reminding you of your own childhood. Who didn't do that as a kid?

After a ten minute walk, you arrived at the small hill, where a few other kids were already sledding. Ella practically dragged you there and what could you say? You had the fun of your life - and so did Ella. You always loved winter and the snow. There was just something special about this season… Something magical…

When you climbed the hill for the approximately thousandth time this day and got seated on the sledge with Ella sitting between your spread legs, ready for take-off, the little girl suddenly tapped your arm repeatedly. "Mommy, mommy!" She called out, trying to get your attention. You looked down at her quickly, thinking something was wrong. "What is it, Ella?" She pointed into distance - towards the Avengers compound to be exactly. "Look, look!" You followed her pointing, causing your eyes to widen. The snow and grey sky were blocking your view a bit, but you could clearly see the large ray of rainbow light breaking through the thick blanket of clouds. It was the Bifrost - without a doubt. Loki. A gasp left your lips at the realisation that he must have arrived back home – in that very moment. "It's daddy, mommy! He is back! He is back!" Ella squealed excitedly, before she wriggled about on the sled. "I-It seems so, y-yes." "We have to go, we have to go!" Your daughter was absolutely right. So, you gave the sledge the final nudge to manoeuvre it over the 'cliff' and together you sled down the small hill. The sledge didn't come even entirely to a halt, when Ella already jumped off of it and started to run through the snow, back towards the tower. "Ella!" You stood up and called after her, "Ella! Wait!" but she ignored your words and kept on running; her father being the only thing on her mind. You cursed slightly under your breath, before you quickly jogged after her, sledge in tow. For a four-year-old, she was very fast, like you noticed. You weren't able to outrun her. Perhaps it was also the fault of the not exactly weightless wooden sledge you had to drag behind you, but well… at least you saw her from distance. As fast as your feet could carry you, you made your way towards your home. Ten minutes later, you had finally reached your destination - just in time to witness one of the most beautiful things your eyes had ever seen…

The Bifrost was closed by now, of course, but you had been right with your assumption. It was Loki and Thor. They were both back and now standing on the big snowed in yard of the compound, clad in their Asgardian armour. Loki's raven hair was turning white, as he talked to his brother; snowflakes caught on his long curls. His black and emerald green cape was flapping in the cold winter breeze, golden armour reflected by the white snow. Ella's small legs seemed to work even harder, getting her to her dad even faster. Her pink snowsuit and beanie literally glowed through the white, as she ran and ran. "Daddy! Daddy!" Ella screamed so loud, that even you could hear her. You saw how Loki turned swiftly around at her screams. The voice of his daughter ringing in his ears caused his heart to speed up. And when he laid eyes upon the little girl running towards him, he felt like he was going to cry right then and there out of sheer boundless happiness. That was his child, his little girl, his princess coming for him. He feared his heart was going to burst because of the love he felt, radiating throughout his whole body. "I am going to see you later, brother." He heard Thor say in a happy voice, followed by a clap on his shoulder, before the God of Thunder trudged away; eager to meet his own family again after this long time. Ella got closer; her happy giggles echoing over the yard. Loki beamed at her, took a few steps forwards and squatted down, opening his arms for Ella to run into. "Daddyyyyy!" The girl yelled once again, when she had reached him, literally jumping in his awaiting arms. Her little legs and arms wound themselves around the God's body, holding on for dear life. Loki enveloped her in a tight hug, inhaling her scent, as silent tears of happiness ran down his cheeks. Oh how much he had missed her. "My sweet girl." He mumbled in her beanie covered hair, "My princess." before he leaned back slightly to pepper her cheeks with wet, sloppy kisses. "Daddy stop! That tickles!" Ella giggled, as Loki's raven curls brushed her face. The God just chuckled as well, more than happy to finally have his daughter back in his arms after those torturous five months. "Why are you crying, daddy?" Ella asked her father, quite a bit confused now, to which Loki just shook his head. "Those are happy tears, princess. I am so happy to see you again. I missed you so much." Her eyes brightened, shining with love. "I missed you too, daddy!"

Your husband and daughter were clinging at each other, when you finally had reached them as well. You had shortly feared that the scene playing out in front of your eyes was your own imagination, tricking you - but it wasn't a trick. It was real. "Loki..." You literally gasped, both because you were out of breath and utterly surprised by his sudden arrival. His oceanic blue eyes immediately lifted to look you straight in the eyes. "Y/N!" He let Ella down gently and quickly bridged the short distance separating you from him. The familiar scent of him infiltrated your senses, as he pulled you tightly against his amour clad chest. Leather, cedarwood and pine, combined with something dark and musky you couldn't put a finger on. It was just Loki. You inhaled deeply and locked your arms around him, bathing in the sensation to just feel his presence. You tangled your fingers in his long curls and buried your face in his chest. Once again, Loki felt some tears escaping the corners of his eyes. Oh how he had longed to feel your body against his again. He was dying to feel your touch - and suddenly here you were, safe and securely in his arms. "Darling..." He whispered in a low, husky voice. "My goddess, my queen, my wife… I missed you so much." You lifted your head, eyes dancing over every inch of skin on his handsome face. "I missed you too... So so much." With his hands on your hips, you stood on your tiptoes to lock your lips on his. Sighing happily in the kiss you were giving him, he pulled you once again closer, not intending to let you go again in near future - and that was exactly what Loki did.

With Ella on one arm and the other wrapped around your waist, he guided you into the big building and up to your apartment. He spent the rest of the afternoon with Ella, catching up on the lost time with his daughter. They were inseparable, sticking to each other like glued together - until it was time for Ella to go to bed. Although she didn't sleep. Not before Loki was curled up beside her. The God loved it to spend time with Ella, but there was another important person he desperately wanted to spend time with... You. He was in lack of your presence for so long. His heart, soul and body longed for you. Yes, he was literally touch-starved.

Sneaking out of the now sleeping girl's room, he tiptoed down the hallway towards the bedroom, where he found you laying already embedded in the sheets, reading. As soon as you noticed him, you laid your book aside and smiled at him. "Ella asleep?" The God nodded. "Yes. Sleeping like a baby." Your smile even widened, as you patted his side of the bed, which had been cold and empty for so many nights - except the ones Ella had slept beside you, after a nightmare had haunted her in her sleep or because she couldn't sleep at all. "C'mere, babe... I missed you..." You said, repeating your words from earlier. The touch-starved God didn't let himself tell that twice. With quick steps he rounded the bed, got rid of his sweater and sweatpants, before he slipped underneath the covers, immediately searching for your touch. As soon, as your head came to rest on his bare chest and your fingertips into contact with the skin of his stomach, a pleasant shiver run down his spine. He felt whole again. This was exactly where he needed to be. Where he wanted to be. You felt exactly the same way. Without a doubt. No words needed to be exchanged, as you just enjoyed to cuddle him; to feel his beating heart underneath your palm.

Just as you were about to doze off, your bedroom door suddenly creaked open softly, almost hesitatingly. Seconds later, Ella's head peaked through the small gap, tired, sleepy eyes looking at you. "Daddy?" She quipped. "Princess? What's wrong? Can't you sleep?" "Why did you just leave me?" Ella asked, rubbing her eyes, while she stepped fully in the room. "I'm sorry, sweet girl, but I wanted to be with mommy, cuddle her too." Her blue eyes wandered from Loki to you and back. "Can I come, too?" Loki and you looked at each other, smiling softly, before nodding at the small girl. "Of course, princess. Come here. But close the door behind you." On lightning speed, Ella closed the door and literally jumped in the bed, making herself comfortable under your cosy blankets, so that she was sandwiched between you and Loki. You turned off your bedside lamp, before the three of you cuddled close together and just enjoyed each other's presence. There was nothing better in this whole, wide world, than seeing Loki again after being separated for such a long time and just cuddling him and Ella close.

#winter warmers collection #the baby fever au #loki laufeyson x female reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x female reader #loki x y/n #loki laufeyson imagine #loki oneshot

[natsukishinomiyaswife]

⋆ 𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓮: 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓡𝓮𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼 ⋆

Surprise! Ruthie and Trey backstory time! ♡

Enjoy this look into Ruthie's past, and her relationship with Trey! ♡

*Please note that Ruthie and Trey's relationship is platonic!*

You guys have no idea how much I love Trey and Ruthie's relationship ♡ I was so excited to write this lol ♡

⋆ He knew of Ruthie through her father first, a man by the name of Luke Marraine. He was a single father, his wife leaving him shortly after Ruthie was born. He owned a candy store in town, a chocolatier by trade. It wouldn't be until he was eight that he would learn about him, overhearing his parents one day. Apparently he met someone, leaving to start a new life with them in the Shaftlands. A new life that didn't involve Ruthie, choosing to abandon his daughter for the fresh start he wanted. His parents had been furious when they heard he left her behind, as she was only the same age as Trey. Who leaves an eight year old alone in the Queendom of Roses, with no place to come home to?

⋆ They were relieved when they learned that Mr. Glenn, the old man that owns Bippity Boppity Bakery, and his partner, Dr. Dimitri, had taken her in, knowing she was in good hands. Trey would see her on occasion, mainly in passing as they would enter or leave their respective homes, the two bakeries sitting across from each other. Whenever they would make eye contact, Ruthie would wave at him shyly, Trey waving back. It always made a small smile come to her face, this pattern continuing as the years went by. It wouldn't be until their last year of middle school that they would talk to each other for the first time, Trey approaching her outside Bippity Boppity Bakery one day.

⋆ She stood outside the bakery handing out samples for some new pastries they had, her short hair in their signature pigtails. She was wearing a long sleeved dress with a turtleneck like collar, the bottom of the dress sitting below her knees. Over top her dress was a white frilly apron, with pockets for holding utensils. A small smile came to her face when she noticed Trey, shyly greeting him as he stood in front of her.

"You're...Ruthie, right? I figured it was about time I introduced myself. My name is Trey, my family owns Clover Bakery across the street."

He points towards the bakery before turning back to her, a smile on his face. She looks at him for a moment before looking down at the samples in her hand, her smile growing wider at his introduction. She fiddles with the tray she's holding, shyly looking up at him.

"Yes, I'm Ruthie. It's so nice to meet you, Tray!"

Suddenly her eyes light up in delight, moving closer towards him in her excitement.

"Wait...Tray? Like a baking tray? Oh, that's so clever! You truly are from a family of bakers!"

⋆ He laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. He feels bad having to ruin her enthusiasm.

"Actually, it's Trey...with an e."

At his words she paused, becoming flustered due to her mistake. She wants to cover her face with her hands but is unable to, her hands full at the moment.

"Ah! I'm so sorry! How silly of me to assume..."

He reassures her it's alright, changing the subject by asking about the samples she was holding. She described each one as Trey tried them, discussing recipes and baking techniques. The conversation ended when Trey's mom called for him, telling him that dinner was ready. He hadn't even realized how long they spent talking to each other, having enjoyed her company that much. Ruthie waved him goodbye as he left, heading back into her own home shortly afterwards.

⋆ They would strike up conversations whenever they would see each other, Trey growing curious as to where she would always disappear to. When he asked, she told him she was visiting a friend, explaining that she couldn't leave her house due to personal issues. It made him think of Riddle, and how him and Che'nya would go see him when they were younger, encouraging him to sneak out and play.

⋆ Time went by, and soon they were graduating middle school, already preparing for when they would start at their new schools. Since Trey would be leaving the Queendom of Roses, he wanted to spend as much time with his friends as possible, including Ruthie. She seemed to be happier than usual the past few weeks, putting more attention into her appearance. He was sweeping outside Clover Bakery when he saw her across the street, leaving Bippity Boppity Bakery. She was wearing a nice dress, with her hair down and her make up done. He couldn't help but think she looked pretty, calling and waving to her. She waved back, a smile on her face as she walked over to him.

"You look nice. Going somewhere?"

Her face grows warm at his compliment, nodding eagerly. She shyly explains she's meeting up with someone, turning to look down the street. The smile on her face grew, her eyes locked on what she saw. Trey turned, curious to know what she was staring at. Near the end of the street was a young man around their age, holding a bouquet of roses. He looked like a prince you'd see in a fairy tale, wearing regal looking clothes to match. He was smiling as he stared back at Ruthie, his eyes shining with adoration. Trey couldn't help but feel happy for her.

⋆ "Well, don't keep him waiting now. Wouldn't want to miss your date."

Ruthie's face turned pink at his teasing, startling her out of the trance she was in. She thanks him before rushing over to meet with her date, Trey watching as he takes her hand and kisses her knuckles before handing her the bouquet of roses. He smiles as they go, Ruthie looking the happiest he's ever seen her. He couldn't wait to hear all about it the next time they saw each other.

⋆ The next time they see each other is sooner than he expected, helping his parents close the bakery for the night. As he's wiping down tables he notices movement coming from outside, looking out the window to see Ruthie running by. He was shocked to see how upset she was, tearing streaming down her face. He rushed outside, trying to call out to her but it was too late, watching as the door to Bippity Boppity Bakery slammed shut.

⋆ Days passed before he saw her again, greeting her like he normally would. He was surprised when she didn't respond, only smiling and waving at him before walking away. He decided to approach her again later that day, wanting to bring up something he's been thinking about for a while.

"Hey, Ruthie! I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me and my friends tomorrow. You already know Che'nya, but you haven't met Riddle yet. I think you'd like him, even if he seems a bit strict."

She hesitates for a moment, clearly conflicted. Her smile was sad for a moment before she beamed at him, clapping her hands together.

"Actually Trey, why doesn't my classmate join you guys instead? I think you two would really get along!"

"Huh?"

"She has a big sweet tooth, so I know she'd love your baking! And her older brother is going to school to become a dentist! Isn't that neat?"

"That's great and all, but-"

"Here, I can give you her number if you want! Or if you prefer, I can give you her Magicam account instead!"

As she continued trying to set him up with her classmate, he couldn't help but wonder what had changed, thinking back to when he saw her crying a few nights ago.

What happened that night, Ruthie? ♡

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡

#♡.sheep writes #♡.twst oc #♡.ruthie #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #trey clover

[im-a-matt-girl]

"Box"

I hear my doorbell ring, but I am not expecting company. I slowly get up and cautiously look through the peephole in the front door, and I see the mail carrier walking away. There is a box on my doorstep. But I wasn't expecting any mail today, either.

I open the door and take the box in my hands. "Thank you!" I call out to the mail carrier. He doesn't hear me.

I go back inside and look at who the box is from. It's from my favorite artisanal chocolatier; but again, I don't remember ordering anything from them.

I open the box with my key, which is the nearest sharp object I could find. There is a lovely red box inside, wrapped with a brown satin ribbon. I see that there is a card on top of it, so I open the little envelope first and read it:

"Love you" -Matt

I smile at the card. You've always been a man of few words. I find it irresistible.

I carefully take the red box out of the cardboard mailing box. I slide the shiny ribbon off, and I open the lid. The chocolate bonbons inside are all in the shape of roses. They look so pretty and delicious.

I reach into my pocket and take out my phone. I snap a picture of the open box and the card, and I text it to you. "Thank you, my love. ♡"

As I savor one of the little chocolates, I feel my phone buzz. The text is only a red heart emoji: ❤️

It makes me giggle. You're so cute. I can't wait to see you again.

#matt sturniolo x reader #fic #op #i tried a new formatting style to make dialogue more readable. lmk if you like it ♡

[tomjamesavery]

Two Hearts one Soul

Written for the Ginnyversary Bingo with the prompt: #G49 — "When he lifted his head, she barely recognised him for the bruises." Read on: AO3 Harry felt possibly scandalous, as he was sneaking up the little winding gravel road that led to the Burrow. It was eleven pm on a warm July night and the moon and stars were lighting his way on this clear, cloudless evening.

It was quiet, except for some crickets and his footsteps on the gravel no sounds disturbed the evening silence.  Bathing in nature's beauty he relished the nightly atmosphere bestowed on him. Feeling confident under the moon's silvery gown he paced up his steps, now skipping up the little shallow hill toward tonight's goal. The little rustical six-storied wizarding cottage known as the Burrow.

But he wasn’t here for the architecture, if you could even name it that, he was here for something else, someone else. A flame in the dark, his burning light, the love of his life, Ginny.

After a few more minutes he finally arrived at the old building, now simply brandishing his wand, and out of thin air a tall wooden ladder appeared, leaning against the window frame on the third floor.

He climbed up his conjured walkway, trying not to make any more noise than necessary, it was at the end of the day in the middle of the night, and the last thing he wanted, was to wake up her entirely Weasley Clan.  Not that he didn’t like them, quite the opposite, he loved them, they were his second family in all but blood, but tonight he was only here for one of them, for her alone.

He finally reached the last step, his eyes now on the same height as the window, he knew she was waiting in there, as it had been her idea for him to come here tonight in the first place.

So he raised his right hand, trying to still keep his balance as he knocked on the thin glass window, three times, just as they had agreed on, not that it was of any importance, no one else would knock on a third-floor window in the middle of the night in a safe quiet little neighborhood.

He waited for a second, trying to keep still, even holding his breath so as to not sway too much on the flimsy wooden ladder.

Suddenly the window opened, catching Harry off guard as he stared into the chocolaty dark brown eyes of Ginny who was now sticking her freckled flushed face out of the window, kissing him on the lips sweetly before he could form a single thought in his head. 

It was like a million fireworks went off at once, the whole world seemingly coming to a standstill around just the two of them, and Harry felt like he could levitate.

Only that he couldn’t, quite the opposite, he wasn’t levitating, he was falling… …HE WAS FALLING.  And before he could think about it anymore he heard a muffled scream as he forcefully crashed into a tall rose bush Feeling the little thorns scrape at his skin he roughly landed on the wet cool dirt, the bush luckily feathering the worst of the fall.

“Harry! Are you alright?” He heard Ginny’s voice so full of worry, somewhere in the back of his head.

He groaned, lifting himself up to his knees, his ears ringing, everything hurt, but in a way, he knew none of the injuries were overly serious, he had gotten off lucky.

He felt tender hands grasp at his shoulders, pulling him up. So he lifted his head and looked into his girlfriend's worried eyes, they were wide open as she checked him over it seemed she barely recognised him for the bruises on his face.

“Harry, did you break something, where does it hurt, oh baby I am so sorry!” The words stumbled from Ginny’s mouth as she seemed plagued by guilt and worry.

But Harry didn’t want to worry her, if he wasn’t such a fool, he wouldn't have fallen in the first place, so he forced himself to his feet, pulling a gasping Ginny flush against his body, before simply kissing her deeply, all the pain in his body subsiding, becoming a mere afterthought, an anecdote buried under the mass of their blossoming love.

Ginny quickly melted into him, after her surprise had yielded to burning passion, she kissed him back with such force, he felt like an electrical current of pure light was flowing through them, connecting them, their magic dancing through each other's hearts as it harmonised their bodies, entangling their souls. They were one.

And as time stood still, neither of them noticed how the rose buds around them opened, blossoming into fire-red roses, growing under their light, spurred by their magic.

After they finally pulled apart, no scratch, no bruise, and no injury was left on Harry’s radiating body, mended through their unyielding love, where their magic had connected at once. 

He knew their love would prevail over their pain, always and forever.

#hinny #ginny weasley #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry x ginny #fluff #ginny lovers #the burrow #romance

[moneypriestess]

Villainess has a symbiote.

i think it would be interesting if a symbiote like venom from marvel crash landed in a fantasy world based on a manhwa or something, and it bonded with the villainess of that world. just a prim proper lady trying to keep her fiancés love or something but there's this annoying voice in her head going "just eat him".

lady vanessa, the daughter of a great duke, kept a pleasant smile on her face as she listened to lady Angeline intently, well as much as one can with a voice in their head.

wait, that came out wrong, vanessa was not crazy, she just had a weird demon in her head.

vanessa had met the demon when it had appeared in her rose garden just a year ago, and since then she had come to be fond of the little demon.

'not a demon'

she heard the voice yet again and smiled, amused, as she took a sip of her tea. venom, which is what the demon called himself, always insisted that it was an alien, yet vanessa knew that aliens did not exist, and the way venom had latched on to her sounded like the demons that she had been taught about.

yes, she was scared for the first few months but after time had passed vanessa could admit that the little demon had grown on her, it certainly helped that they both had a love for chocolate.

"Vanessa? are you listening?" Angeline asked with a displeasing frown on her face, finally noticing vanessas glossed over eyes. it wasn't unfamiliar for vanessa to vanish inside her mind, especially after her sickness last year, yet it still hurt her feelings that her friend had not been listening, this was a topic Angeline was particularly passionate about.

vanessa kept a straight face but floundered for a second in her head, she truly didn't mean to yet somehow, she got caught up in her head and she couldn't blame venom this time.

'Calm down kid, she was talking about the latest art piece done by some dude with a weird name'

vanessa sighed in relief before cheerfully replying "of course Angelline, i was just thinking about the interpretation of the piece."

as her friend smiled and continued rambling Vaneesa sent her thanks in her head, she would definitely thank the demon properly later with a chocolaty delight.

'not a demon'

#book #villainess #crack #crossover #writing prompt #writing #venom #venom symbiote