Not Once Did I Think I Would Be This Attracted To Someone Covered In Chocolate

Not once did I think I would be this attracted to someone covered in chocolate

In the Snow

Info - rivals, meeting a stranger, dancing

It was dark and I was feeling grateful. Slugworth’s profits had been good despite that new chocolatier peddling his treats. Slugworth had been so pleased with our work that he’d given us a half day! Usually, we had to work the whole day on Christmas Eve. I was happy to return home and have an early night.

That’s when I saw him. He was standing near a frozen fountain. He looked up at the stars with a whimsical smile.

My competition, right there. I knew him immediately. No one could mistake him for someone else. His purple robe and top hat couldn’t hide easily. I doubt he would know me though. I was just a book keeper for his rival.

I tried to hurry past him. I cursed the hard snow that crunched under my feet. I was walking quickly when his pure voice sounded.

“Hello, are you okay?” He asked.

“I-I,” I couldn’t finish. He had turned to me. His eyes were so green. His smile was so kind. I was frozen in my spot and the cold had nothing to do with it.

“You look a bit cold, why are you out so late?” Willy asked.

“I’m coming from work,” I said awkwardly.

“Working? On Christmas Eve?” He demanded.

“Well you’re out here too!” I said defensively. I crossed my arms and tried not to look so jealous of his light and smile.

“No one should work on Christmas Eve,” he said earnestly. Earnest was the perfect way to describe him. He was so full of beauty and creativity.

“What’s something you have always wanted to do?” He asked me. He was smiling and close to me. He smelled like chocolate and and warmth.

“I-I what? Something I’ve always wanted to do?” I asked nervously. I played with the hem of my shirt.

“Yes, I love to make people happy. I would like to do something to make you feel good tonight y/n,” he said kindly.

I was so swept away with his dreamy eyes and calming voice that I didn’t realise that I had never told him my name.

“I've always wanted to dance in the snow,” I said wistfully.

“Yeah?” He asked. Just then, small fluffy flakes began to fall from the sky. A gorgeous smile bloomed over his face.

“Looks like the universe is on our side,” he beamed.

He took my waist in his one hand. His other hand grasped mine and he drew it up. He began to twirl me around the area. Our footsteps made designs in the snow. We circled the fountain. I could hear music in my ears though there was none.

My heart pounded in my chest. I felt warmer and happier than I had in a long time. My lips were quirking upwards and I moved closer to meld my body to his.

“Willy,” I breathed.

“Y/n,” he replied sweetly.

I had never heard my name said like that. It sounded as smooth as honey and as sweet as sugar cubes. I could feel his heart against mine the thumping quickly. Could it be that he was as nervous as me?

“You look lovely tonight,” he said. I looked deeply into his green eyes. He looked kind and gentle. I wish I worked for him instead of Slugworth. He had the dreams and the belief and the spirit.

“Willy, you seem different than anyone I have ever met,” I said.

“I am just who my mama taught me to be,” he said. He twirled me one last time, and let me go. I was left panting and feeling empty and alone.

“Goodnight y/n,” he smiled. He pushed his hands in his pockets and began to whistle a song.

I only realised later that he’d known exactly who I was. He knew I was working for his rival and yet he’d given me a Christmas memory that would last forever. I’d never forget that night with him in the snow.

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Idk if you’ve ever seen Marie Antoinette played by Kristen Dunst but there’s a scene in the film where Marie was gifted a puppy by the prince but before she could enter French soul she needed to leave everything she owned behind from her clothing to the puppy she was gifted and she’s pretty sad about but she’s reassured that that she’ll be given another puppy. Maybe reader misses the puppy she had before so Hal makes it a mission to get the puppy back for her.

Okay I’ve been sitting on this for awhile because I wanted it to be good! I hope you enjoy!

Marlowe

Warnings: fluffy fluff

An arranged marriage. It wasn’t something you’d ever imagined yourself enduring, but here you were; married to none other than the King of England, Henry V. 

He was nice enough. Definitely attractive, but you didn’t love him. He gave you a wedding, quite literally, fit for a queen. His entire court watched as he made vows to you and you to him. He kissed you, the first kiss you’d ever received and the first kiss you’d ever given. It made your knees buckle and he practically had to hold you up until it was over. There was no consummation, you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep with a man you didn’t love. He didn’t pressure you, not even when you asked if a separate chamber could be provided. 

“If you won’t love me, or accept my love, please accept my friendship in its place.” 

It was something you could attempt, but as the months went on, depression and a deep loneliness took over. You never left your chamber, not even to eat meals. Food was left at your door, and picked up when you were done. 

After a month of no contact, no words, he entered your room, knocking once then allowing himself in. He joined you at the window, where you spent your days and most nights; sitting, looking and remembering.

“What can I do to make you happy?” He put a hand on your dress covered knee. 

You looked out of the window into the distance, remembering your life at home, “I had a puppy.” 

“What was its name?” He asked quickly, seemingly interested in your story. It was the first sentence you uttered to him in the month you had been married to him.   

“Marlowe. She was small, golden. No one wanted her because she had a deformed ear, it bent slightly instead of standing straight up, but I took her and I loved her very much.” 

He looked at you, saddened by your words. You felt bad admitting your love for a dog when you couldn’t look him in the eye and say you loved him. Perhaps he was saddened by the same thought. 

He nodded, squeezing your knee lightly. 

“I am sorry, my liege,” you whispered as he stood, “I am sorry that I am not the wife that you deserve.”  

“Hal. Call me Hal.” He started towards the door then turned, “you are the wife that I want, and I will go to the ends of this earth to ensure your happiness. You may not love me and you may not want me, but I will spend my days proving to you that I am a man deserving of your love, and if you never love me, I will be your friend and ally until we are parted in death.” 

Speechless, you nodded. He offered you a small smile and left you in your chamber. 

The following day you ventured out, roaming the castle, to find that he was gone on “important business matters” as a few maids put it. You wanted to speak to him, to try and he his friend maybe even try to love him. He deserved it. 

He was gone for days, leaving you wondering and missing him. The words he left you with that afternoon in your room ran through your mind daily, hourly. 

You were in your usual spot when you heard the clopping of horses approach the castle and then you saw him, lifting his leg over his horse and jumping to the ground. You ran down the winding stair case, meeting Hal at the door. You threw your arms around him, not even attempting to hide your happiness at the sight of him. 

“I must say, this is quite an unexpected reaction, especially before you’ve received your gift,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you in return. 

“Gift?” 

Hal nodded, “one moment.” He turned on his heel, disappearing behind the front door for a few moments, returning with an arm full of fluff. Your eyes widened at the small bark and Hal beamed at you. “H-Hal, she looks just like Marlowe,” you said as he carefully transferred the puppy into your arms. “That’s because she is Marlowe.” You looked up at him, your eyes bouncing back and fourth between his. “Look at her ear.” Bent and the tip flopping onto her head while the other stood, perky and tall. 

You looked back up at him, tears filling your eyes. 

“I searched your village for days, looking for your family and your dog. I would have stayed weeks if it meant finding her for you.”

You placed Marlowe on the floor and wrapped your arms around Hals neck, hugging him tightly. His arms snaked around your back, holding you tightly and pressing you into him. “I just want you to be happy,” Hal whispered. 

Marlowe jumped and pawed at your dress as you stepped back to look into Hals eyes. He smiled at you as you inched your face close and pressed your lips lightly against his. His hand slid up the back of your dress and into your hair, holding you there, enjoying the slow deepening of the first kiss you’d offered him since your wedding day. 

“I am happy,” you told him when you he finally released you. 

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ROXY'S MASTERLIST

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Star Wars

Stretch Marks

Karaoke Headcanons

Wonka (2023)

My Little Cocoa Bean series

Willy Wonka and reader start a family of their own. "Bun in the Oven" was the start, and I've been writing around it since. These are written out of chronological order as ideas come to me. Ben/Bean's age noted in ().

Boxes (prequel)

Bun in the Oven - Part 1 (unborn)

Bun in the Oven - Part 2 (newborn)

Family Business (6 months)

Sniffles (2 years)

Boats and Babies (3 years)

Paper (3/17 years)

ABCs (4 years)

Little Sister (4 years)

Babysitter (5 years)

First Day of School (5 years)

Brownie (7 years)

Bottled Up (12 years)

Lily (15 years)

Timothée Chalamet

Wish

Chart (+ bonus)

Still Here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Still Here (Extra Scenes): +1, +2, +3

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Hold Me

Spicy

Can't

Stay With Me

Safe

Overheated

Misophonia

Late

Nap

Sweat

Roll With It

Bug

Like Father, Like Daughter

Most Meaningful Role

I Need You (Hal)

Weakness (Paul)

As long as I breathe (Paul)

Awful (Yule)

Trembling (Yule)

Pharmacy (Yule)

Anywhere (Lee)

Thunder (Lee)

On Edge (Lee)

Too Loud (Wonka)

On the House (Wonka)

Thanks to You (Laurie)