May I request a wonka (chalamet) x reader fluff 👉🏽👈🏽
Based before the events of Wonka, when willy and his crew are sailing the ocean. they stop on an island (to get ingredients) and they stay at reader's family owned bar/inn and willy and reader fall in love
・｡Love so Sweet 🍫
You've ordered: an assorted chocolate box! enjoy!
"My heart bouyed up, everything is fluttering~" (Sweet by THE BOYZ)
Willy Wonka x reader | word count: 1,174 words
Summary: in which Willy finds love somewhere unexpected 🍫
Warnings: not proofread, other than that, none
Note: ty anon for requesting! i know this was requested *checks notes* 2 months ago 😬 i'm sorryyyyyyy, school was dragging me through the mudddddd (and i kinda got lazy/ writers block)- but now i'm back! sorry if it seems rushed lol. i also added some stuff, like that the inn doubles as a family bakery
World renowned confectionery extraordinaire, THE Willy Wonka wasn't always...THE Willy Wonka.
Long before he had his name up on glossy posters and was the one name in the hearts of candy and sweets lovers alike, he was just...Willy. Willy who sailed the seas in search of the finest ingredients to make only the best candy in hopes of getting to the top.
Willy who had captured the hearts of his crew long before the hearts of bustling crowds of confectionary connoisseurs and sugar loving children.
Willy...who had caught the eye of a certain someone. Someone who would come to be his biggest supporter and lover forever.
This all began on a calm night at sea. Willy and his crew were in search of the finest ingredients for chocolate making. The ingredient they had their sights on now: cacao of course.
As they landed on the island and set down the anchor, Willy hopped out of the ship, satchel bag around his shoulder.
He beckoned for his crew to follow as they ventured into the thick of the island's greenery, stopping as they heard a voice.
Willy placed a finger over his lips, slowly stepping closer to the sound, pulling back the bushes to see a man surrounded by cocoa pods, effectively cracking them open with a machete.
"You don't have to be so quiet. I know you're looking for these."
"How did you know that?" Willy asked, stepping past the bushes, his crew following.
"Everyone comes here for these pods." the man said, tossing one to Willy, which he caught effortlessly.
After a bit of chatting, the man had so kindly helped Willy and his crew load up on the cocoa pods, listening to Willy's story.
"Thank you so-! Hey, stop it! Get back here!"
Willy was yelling at a trio of monkeys who had just stolen a few important parts of his ship, running away screeching mockingly.
The man stood there in shock, facepalming for a moment before turning back to Willy.
"You guys hungry?" the man asked, a genuine smile on his face.
Monkeys had just stolen parts of Willy's ship and this man was asking if he and his crew were hungry?
What a strange man...
After following the man and walking for what felt like miles, the crew stumbled upon a rather cozy looking inn, the scent of fresh baked goods filling their noses.
Willy carefully pushed the door open, the chime of the bell above the door catching the attention of the rather cute person at the front desk looking rather bored.
"Hi, welcome to Coco Loco Inn and Bakery. Would you like a room or a sandwich?" the person, around Willy's age asked.
"Y/n, come on. What did I tell you, greet the customers with a smile." the man said, earning a half hearted groan from the person.
"This is my daughter/ son/ (insert title here), Y/n. They're in charge of running the front and working in the back at the bakery." the man said, introducing you to Willy.
"Hello there! I'm William Wonka, but you can call me Willy!" the seemingly spunky man said, pulling a piece of chocolate out of thin air and pushing it across the counter to you.
'What an odd man...' you thought to yourself as your father explained their situation and lead the men to their rooms.
It was only supposed to be one night, but it ended up turning into 3 and maybe more.
Your father was hard at work trying to fix their ship, and in return for his services, Willy insisted on helping out in the bakery.
Well....mostly.
He didn't really have a knack for baking, but the pieces of chocolate he'd add to the batters and doughs you made gave them an extra ounce of whimsy that blew your mind.
One night, you were closing up the bakery, finishing up with cleaning up the back.
As you made your way back to your room, a rather excited Willy was making his way back to his room, bumping into you.
"Oh, I'm so terribly sorry! Got too excited and wasn't paying attention." he apologized, helping you up.
"No no. It's quite alright. But, if I may ask...why are you up so late in the night?"
Upon hearing your question, Willy's eyes lit up, his hands beckoning you to his room.
"I would tell you, but I think showing you would be better."
Stepping into Willy's room, you were met with a strange looking contraption on his desk and a bowl of colorful sweets.
"Go on, try one."
You dipped your hand into the bowl, bringing the sugary confectionery to your lips and taking a bite.
The flavor...you couldn't describe it. But it was good. No, better than good. Better than any positive word you could use to describe it. And the texture, smooth but still crunchy enough.
"Take another bite."
You did and were shocked. It had a completely different flavor this time, the texture like a crisp wafer cookie.
"How...how is this possible?" You chuckled, taking another bite, only to be hit with another new flavor and texture.
"I can tell you like it! I'm not sure what to call it yet, but I think the changing flavors and textures add to the fun of eating candy."
You nodded in agreement, your smile only growing. And making Willy's heart skip a beat.
"That...that's why I do this. To see people like you smile. To give them even a little joy."
"That's beautiful, Willy." you hummed, Willy patting the spot on his bed next to him.
"It's what my mother would've wanted. She always made me smile with her chocolate."
You noticed the way Willy's tone dropped a bit, your hand finding his and gently squeezing it.
"I'm sure she'd be incredibly proud of the man you've become today." You said, Willy's heart skipping another beat.
Willy looked up to meet your eyes, his breathing hitching a bit.
"I-I'm sure your father is also very proud of you, Y/n. You're a really incredible person."
You felt all warm and fuzzy, a soft chuckle leaving your lips at his cute compliment.
The comfortable silence between you two drew you closer, the two of you touching foreheads now.
Willy swallowed, fidgeting with your fingers in his lap.
"Uh, you know, not to be awkward- well, not that this is awkward- I mean, a little-"
"Willy, breathe." You said, gently squeezing his hands.
"Right." Willy took a breath, looking at you with warm eyes.
"I'm...in love with you...I feel all fuzzy whenever I see you and, I think you're sweeter than any chocolate." Willy said, your lips curling into a smile.
Before he could say anything more, you gently pressed your lips to his in a soft kiss, his brain stopping for a moment as you pulled away.
"I love you too, Willy Wonka." You murmured back, a smile brighter than the sun on both of your faces. 🍫
im not back for good but i saw wonka and now its all i can think about so enjoy this i guess lol
Not a request but for my love 😘 @hotchaosemporium
prompt: Every day is the same. She comes to the shop and greets him, he greets her, they pass each other with no other words. About the second week of that he starts to take notice.
Song: strange love by karen o
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I walked up slowly to the brightly colored shop. There was a large cursive w on each door. I could do this. It wasn't much more than a crush but I needed to go in. I needed to face him. And I needed to try one of his confections that I had heard so much about in the past few months. It was stupid to admired him from afar. All I have to do is introduce myself. But somehow. Someway. That just seemed so hard.
I could feel my heart beating against my ribcage as I stepped forward. The bell on the door chimed and my eyes went wide. The entire shop was wonderous, booming with life as people ran around, paying the man at the register before shoving their faces with various sweets. And the smell. My God was the smell intoxicating. It was sweet but not too much, a little musky but also like a clean bakery. It was fresh. I breathed deeply as I stepped further in. Then I saw him, puple coat, brown top hat, curls popping out everywhere, and the most beautiful green-apple-eyes.
"Mr Wonka."
I said, loud enough for him to hear but still fairly bashful. He smiled and tipped his hat as he walked past me.
"Ma'am."
I held my breath as he left me to talk to the little girl at the front door. I just kept moving, letting my feet take me. To make it seem casual. Not so forced. But also, now I was inside. I had to buy something. But I was never one for sweets. Other than him of course.
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I couldn't believe myself. I was just here yesterday. I had only bought one chocolate and left. Avoiding all eye contact but thanking the lovely man at the pay counter. But of course I was back. Because so would he. He was always here. He refused to not be, to miss the magic that could be had. ThE joy of someone tasting his chocolate for the first time. I took a deep breath as I stepped inside again, trying to calm my nerves. There he was, off to the side but walking towards me again. I made a point to pass him.
"Mr Wonka."
I repeated same as yesterday. He tilted his hat the way he had before, a smirk on his lips.
"Ma'am."
I couldn't help smile a bit as I passed to the far end of the shop, faking interest in the shelf full of popping candies and things that looked like butterflies. He had for real seen me this time. And I made a point to notice it. It had ran through my mind all night, keeping me awake. Had he actually seen me? Was he saying something because he felt he had to? Was I just another sovereign in the drawer?
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Two weeks. Two weeks of going into his shop. I always greeted him, passing him by to fake shop, him tipping his hat to me followed by a smile. No other words had ever been exchanged. I always chose one thing, rung out, and handed the candy off to someone on the streets. I still wasn't one for sweets. But I couldn't help it. I had to see him. So I stepped inside. For the fifteenth time. And there he was, eyes bright, smile wide.
But something was different. He wasn't fashioned in his coat and hat. He still wore his patterned scarf and vest but he had skipped the formality. It was refreshing. A small change to our usual. Was I listening to myself? Our usual. Like he had a hand in this delusion. And then it dawned on me. It was just him and I. Alone.
"Ma'am."
He said softly, a half smile creeping to his lips.
"Mr Wonka."
I said strongly before swallowing hard.
"Same time as always."
I nodded slowly, never looking away from his gaze.
"I wanted to thank my most devoted customer. Finally meet you. Officially."
I held my breath. Devoted customer. Right.
"Well mr Wonka, can you blame me?"
He laughed a little and I wanted to melt into a puddle.
"Please, call me willy."
He stepped forward and offered his hand for me to shake.
"Yn."
His hand was soft and warm, but his handshake was light like he was scared to hurt me. Unlike the business men I'd worked with before whose handshakes could break you.
"Well y/n I think it would be rude of me not to offer you anything you desire in this room."
My face went flush, I could feel the heat rising in me and could only imagine how splotchy my neck and cheeks were getting beneath my jacket. All I wanted in this room was him.
"I couldn't possibly -"
I stuttered out but he held his finger up to stop me.
"Surely there is something in here you want. Why else would you be here?"
I took a deep breath.
"Mr Wonka -"
"Willy."
He interrupted.
"Willy... I have a confession to make."
He raised a brow.
"I don't care much for sweets and chocolate."
He looked confused.
"I come here everyday to see you."
He drew his brows.
"But you come in here everyday and buy -"
"Mr Wonka-"
He held up his hand. He looked, angry?
"Y/n why do you come here everyday?"
I could feel tears stinging my eyes. I guess if I'm gonna confess it to myself finally he might as well be here.
"Because I am enamored by you. Mr wonka. You make this town seem so happy and bright. Something I haven't seen in a long time. And then I saw you and I wanted to do good. so I come in, and seeing you makes me smile, so I buy something. And then I hand it off to someone in the streets, someone whose had a bad day or a bad week. And it makes them happy. And then I think of you. And I'd be lying if that feeling hasnt turned into something more."
I wrung my hands out before shoving them in my pockets. I looked down to the floor, shoving my foot deeper against the sparkling pink floor.
"You're beautiful."
He said softly and I snapped my head back up, wide eyed. He was stood in front of me now, merely inches away, hands in his own pockets. I laughed for a second, wiping away tears that had fallen.
"Don't patronize me Mr Wonka, please."
He shook his head and stepped forward, placing his hands firmly on my arms.
"Tell me what it is that you would like."
I sighed, looking between his candy apple eyes.
"You Mr Wonka. I would like you."
I stated blankly and he cracked a smile.
"Now was that so hard?"
He asked and now it was my turn to draw my brows.
"Mr Wonka?"
I could feel his thumbs rubbing against my arm through my jacket.
"Willy."
He said and I laughed.
"I admire you y/n, and I would be grateful if you would keep coming around. Not to buy things, but so we can get to know each other."
I smiled and nodded quickly.
"I would like that a lot."
He dropped his hands from my sides and offered to shake again.
I just saw the 2023 Wonka movie for the first time so this is my attempt to cope with all the found family feels
Willy, with a flourish: Oh, Noodle! Your wages-
some rando customer or smth: Aw, that's a cute nickname. Are you two siblings?
Willy, Noodle's big but oblivious brother actually: ...nickname?
