Tags/Warnings: Dark Willy Wonka, Yandere Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka Played By Timothée Chalamet, Drunkenness, Obsessive Behavior, Boss/Ex-Employee Relationship, Some Non-Con Touching and Kissing, Light Smut
Contains: Dark!Willy/OC (who's a background character from the movie)
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Summary:
“I like looking at pretty things. And like any other person, I like keeping some of them around. Is there any harm in that?” He grants himself the luxury of dragging his leering eyes down her back.
“Can I keep you?” he laments in a soft and soothing low voice as his fingers dance down her spine, to the dip at the end of her back. He doesn’t sound like himself and instead sounds more predatory.
“I think I’m gonna,” he hums, hands making their dastardly slow way to the small of her back.
“Willy? What’re you doing?”
“Promise me you won’t leave me for so long again. Be mine and only mine.”
Or,
[ ALTERNATIVELY - Willy finally gets the courage to pursue his now-ex employee but believes he needs the help of absinthe. He's determined to have her by any means, even seducing her by force. ]
I'm three drinks in so forgive me for stupid typos from this point on. I'm in a mood for I'm making public certain fics I remember liking once upon a time for the hell of it 🤷🏾♀️
also I'm watching half blood prince and remembering about a post from @rebellconquerer I can't find that was a prompt for a hp au fic I never posted because I was never happy about it
it's an au that continues after the ending of the movies and involves that cutie cafe girl fromnm half blood prince
but what I have written so far is a lot of ginny/blaise. it's not happy or fluff but what the hell
I'm thinking about trying to edit what I can and post it between tonight or tomorrow morning. and like usual, I'll take it down if no one cares about it
oh yeah, and because I crave conversation, constructive criticism, pleasing people and gold star stickers, here are 3 snippets from the really rough draft sequel to The Absinthe Attempt, requested by @dragonmaiden79 . unfortunately I've been struggling hell of a lot on this and the next chapter of glass hours, so I can't predict when they will drop :(
was listening to a song that's highly inappropriate for the mood of this piece (but what are you gonna do? 🤷🏾♀️) and for some reason it got me to buckle down and finally jot down these two scenes I've had since creating the premise for this dark au
is this motivation for something new? no. this is solely to get them out of my head
and does this align with the current timeline of the au? idk that's up to you. BUT - and I put this in caution red for this specific purpose - this may contain spoilers for if you want the au to go this route. like everything in this au it's governed by your wants; this below is simply are hastily written ideas that aren't set in stone
if not, that's also up to you. putting this under a cut just in case @dragonmaiden79 @sarifinasnightmare @idontgettechnology @kittenkattextras @/anyone else who wants free content and to hopefully help me grow
(visuals: who I imagine ruby to be: bailey bass)
“Well, it’s nice to see you again, sir... You say you’re not alone? But you’re the only person I see here—there’s even one chair. What do you mean?”
A small, sad grin spreads across his face and he gazes down on the ring on his hand—during their conversation, he’d periodically caress it or glance at it before answering. It’s a gorgeous piece of jewelry, ancient and worn from years of wear. On it are two large jewels, one blue and the other red.
“Yes,” he starts slowly, sounding almost pensive. “Here... Here is my precious wife, Sapphire, and my darling daughter, Ruby...”
The man who asked rubs it off to being the years of age and loneliness taking its toll. “Oh, those are mementos?”
“Mementos?”
“Yes—blue for Sapphire and red for Ruby. Their names—it fits.”
“Oh, mementos. Sure...” He doesn’t argue or tell the truth that the two aforementioned are actually trapped inside their corresponding jewels. It’s not like anyone would believe him if he were to say, anyway. “You know,” he continues, unprovoked, “it was my idea to name her Ruby—because of this very ring. Her mother wasn’t fond of it at first, but I made her come around to it eventually.”
None the wiser, the host smiles. “That sounds like a heartwarming story.”
“You tell me...”
* * * * * *
Young and innocent, Ruby is strapped to a long, flat surface, bound by her wrists and ankles, spread out preventing any possibility that her desperate scratching at the ropes would help free herself.
She’s spread vulnerable, captured, and afraid. Her chest heaves rapidly, the sobs she tries to stop are only softened, fat tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes into her hairline and her ears.
Standing at her side is her father wearing a turbulent mixture of opposing, complicated emotions on his face. In his raised hand is a black, sharpened blade.
Ruby looks from the blade to his face again. “Please don’t do this,” her lip quivers.
He doesn’t change positions; he inhales and exhales shakily, cheeks puffing. He’s hesitating.
Ruby pulls at her restraints once more, wriggling across the flat surface, feeling exposed and like a helpless worm as a human foot lowers overhead.
His eyes travel over her once again. She’s so young, hardly even a teenager yet, and here she is about to die. But she has to—it’s either her or him. And since before her conception, he planned for her to take his place—that was what he conceived her for, it was her sole purpose. But since he’s gotten to know her...
Since he’s gotten to know her, against his better judgment and despite his plans...
“Please, dad,” she sobs as more tears fall.
He swallows thickly, justles the blade in his hand. After all the years, after chasing her mother who hid Ruby from him, and getting to this point, he finds he’s having a difficult time enacting his final plan.
“I...”
He always thought her eyes looked just like her mother’s as they share the same color, but now... He feels like he’s looking in a mirror—Ruby has her mother’s color but his eyes’ shape. It sends something strong and terrifying through him.
“I don’t like... Killing,” which is true. “I’m not a murderer,” is whispered, it convincing himself more than for her comfort.
Ruby openly sobs now, finally breaking down, her small body wracking violently with it.
“I’m not a murderer,” he repeats.
Ruby was meant to be a sacrifice, and already he can sense his magic, the malevolent presence, that hungers calling for him to give it a soul—her soul. His daughter’s
He adjusts the blade in his loose fist, still hesitant to enact what he’d been planning for years.
But why? And why now?
For the first time in what feels like to him in years, a pain strums and pulls within his chest, its sharpness rivaling the blade’s. He’s ventured and traveled for years, been bitten, and experienced close calls of being nearly poisoned, drowned, and murdered on numerous occasions, and yet this hurts just as badly if not more.
But why, he wonders, perplexed.
Before him, Ruby wails, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Every so often, she flinches, anticipating the killing blow. Her father only watches... Then begins lowering his hand.
“I can’t do it,” he admits, too quiet for her to hear.
But giving up isn’t what he was supposed to do, and because that dark presence isn’t satisfied, it grabs a hold of his arm, wanting to drive the blade through Ruby’s chest.
Startled by this additional change of coarse, he grabs his arm with his other, free hand to prevent it from acting. With eyes still closed, Ruby bawls as her father fights against his own hand.
And with that pain in his chest, his vision begins to blur due to tears that confuse him.
He stumbles back, attempting to put space between himself and his daughter, but the malevolent magic—the same magic he’s used all his life to create happiness and goodness—grabs him and pulls him back, his shoes slide across the floor like ice.
“No!” It draws his arm back—and he tries to simply drop the blade but it keeps his fingers tight around its handle—it forces him to prepare the killing blow. He fights it with all his strength, continuously stepping back only to have himself be dragged back, gripping his own sleeve, his own wrist to stop his own hand.
Hearing his scrambling, Ruby opens her eyes to see her father, who has hardly felt strong emotions towards others for years, is crying. “I can’t!” he announces to open air. “Stop!”
But he’s no longer in control, and is now a slave to his own magic.
Not gonna lie, I've been thinking about this since receiving this request, and it may be because I'm stressed af and tried to remedy that earlier tonight while it's also 1:24am at the point I'm starting this post and I'm watching the French dispatch that's playing on tv that is surprisingly hilarious and i feel like I'm about to fall asleep very, very soon and I also need to wake up early
But tbh the initial first thoughts I had—which will likely change ngl, I haven't even read gotten the chance to start on this because I can't seem to figure out HOW to handle this entire setting and conclusion—but I have had thoughts about your request for him being a power bottom and having the shit rode out of him. He wanted to talk a big game but she just... Saw straight through it. Sold him to shut up and pushed him down onto the nearest flat surface, grabbed his collar and kissed him angry and rough. He's of course stunned. And as he's attempting to form a sentence—a question, more like, because this isn't like her despite him yearning after her for so long—he's flabbergasted.
She rides the fuck out of him, something akin to an angry fuck and she just wants him to shut up. But he's gazing up at her like she's an angel and despite it all, he's saying sweet nothing's to her that he knows will get to her, which he knows will make her soften after years of knowing her.
And after he feels her finally relax and she's sighing in contempt and finally letting him kiss her everywhere he's longed to—her jaw, her throat, her shoulders, her cleavage—when she's getting dazed by lust, he asks her to rest her hands on his throat and apply her weight there. She isn't certain at first but he soon convinced her.
He likes to be choked, she finds out, a lopsided grin on his face and his eyes roll back as he approaches his pinnacle of no return. She's close too, brought there by his insistence and then by his breathless, continuous, "Please... Please... Please... Please!"
He begs to cum. He begs to please her, to give her everything he has. He begs to feel her convulge and milk him dry and then to keep going. Begs that if she doesn't let him, he'll die.
--o--
Or, alternatively, he smiles at her nicely and while she's talking and trying to stand on business, he gets her to loosen up. Gets her all soft and compliant, sighing and confused and breathless when he squeezes her thighs and pulls her close, making ber back arch on reflex. And then he pulls her on top of him. He's kissing, sucking, and nipping from her jaw down her neck, smirking smugly all the while.
About him being aggressive: perhaps he's holding her hips in a grip that's so tight it hurts, she leaned over him, her hands planted near his shoulders, her fingers digging into the surface under him, as he bucks his hips up into her so rapidly and so forcefully. He knows that she doesn't allow herself self-fullfilling pleasure all the time, so as her back arches above him, he forces her to indulge in pleasure and coos into her ear, "Feels good, yeah?"
She whimpers, a sound she would not really be too proud to emit in front of him.
"I wanna hear you—need to hear you say it. Say it feels good," he pants evilly, and it feels like his grip on her hip tightens and his hips move faster, making her hiss, and she can feel every vein, every inch that plugs her up completely and rubs against her g-spot. "Say that I make you feel good. I make you feel good, yeah? Tell me I make you feel good!"
Just barely, she whispers out, "Yeah! So good!"
Her hands would dig into the surface he's laid across underneath her, and he'd nip under her jaw again, leaving pretty bruises as trophies of accomplishment he'd gaze at, smugly, come tomorrow.
She cries out at being forced to endure this, at being forced to experience such hightened, intense pleasure without barriers or restraints or excuses.
And when he squeezes a hand between their overheated, sweating bodies to find her clit, she tosses her head back and feels tears beginning to prick the edges of her eyes. He doesn't give her mercy until she's wetting him due to her orgasming.
Once more, she tries to push him away, the aftershocks and sensitivity intense and near overwhelming, but he simply grabs her wrists and continues fucking up into her.
She cums again, tears finally rolling down her cheeks, and he kisses their wet tracks before gently turning them over, raises her hips, drapes himself across her back—but not before tying a scarf around his neck and wrapping the other end around her jelly-loose hand to pull to her delight and control—and then he's fucking her from behind.
During it, she does tug his neck forward via the scarf, earning his delight.
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idk. these are just scenerios and interaction ideas. I feel like because I'm tired and it's late, I missed your mark. so pls feel free to correct me @dragonmaiden79 . if there's parts you want me to change, rearrange, or whatever have you
in the meantime, I'm still trying to decide if she should remember anything from The Absinthe Attempt or not, like what would she be at his shoppe so late for like in the ending?
Here's another one! finally had time and the inspiration to begin on dragonmaiden79's next prompt:
with regards to permanent marker, I would love to see sapphire suffer quite a bit for the sake of protecting ruby from harm and wonka's tactics. I'd like to see him using ruby as a pawn that will give him power over sapphire-- give him easier access to her once he realizes who she is.
I hope to make this installment darker than the previous ones, per request. like always, I'm open to suggestions, further prompts, and sharing what you'd like to see even if the fanfic isn't completed yet ❣️
I have a long list of potential titles for fanfics I keep in a document. I don't think I'll ever use them all. Some of these you will see I've already used for fic titles. I realize that some are misspelled
Why am I posting it? Don't know. For interaction would be a good idea. Like in the way to: send me a title, genre, a fandom and/or characters and I'll come up with an idea/summary
