Aww Luke Skywalker With Both Of His Star Wars Parents Anakin Skywalker & Padme Amidala.

Aww Luke Skywalker with both of his Star Wars parents Anakin Skywalker & Padme Amidala.

Hey! Jumped on the Wonka train since yesterday and had two thumbs up! Can I request a Wonka x single mom reader where during the course of the movie they’ve built up a bit of a flirtation/relationship and he bonds with her kid (s) bc of course they love the magician with chocolate who makes their mama smile. Specifically I’m looking for like a scene towards the end of the movie or post-canon where he expresses interest in adopting her kid (or kids) and of course marriage so they can all be one real happy family together. Sorry if that description’s a lot

Beginnings of a New Dream

Willy Wonka x reader

Words: 1780

Ahhh this one is so bad 🙈 I tried with this one but honestly I hate it, Idk I think it's cause I can't relate to parent fics so I just suck at them but still I wanna thank you for requesting

“Where is he?” You said to yourself, as you turned around in search of the young child. You’ve left him alone only for one second and now, poof, he’s nowhere in sight. 

Your eyes scanned your surroundings quickly until it spotted a familiar tiny figure standing upright among the white snow and you wasted no time to catch up. 

“There you are,” you breathed out, worried tone evident in your voice, “I told you to stay put,” you reminded, before noticing the stranger who was with him. 

The unknown man was wearing a tattered overcoat, along with a worn out top hat. His outfit was very…unusual, to say the least. And he was quite handsome.

But what concerned you the most, was his outstretched hand which held a small piece of wrapped candy. 

You glanced at your son who was already chewing on what you could assume was a different piece, then back at the stranger who instantly understands how bad this looks. 

“I’m sorry, I haven’t properly introduced myself. My name is Willy Wonka and I’m a chocolatier hoping to open my own shop very soon.”

“Mommy he can do magic!” Shouted your son.

“Oh he can now, can he?”

Willy Wonka. You’ve heard that name around town a few times, but this is the first you’ve seen of the man. 

He held out a hand to which you firmly shook, “well Willy Wonka, surely you, being a stranger and all, understand why I find it odd you’re giving candy to my son, knowing how dangerous it is for children to talk to, no less take candy from a stranger.”

“Ahem,” he let out an awkward cough as he retracted his hand. “I do apologize. It wasn’t my intention to cause fret. The little guy looked lost so my only intent was to keep him safe and occupied, honest.”

You squinted slightly unsure of the man. He stood arms up and opened in an innocent manner. His eyes were big with his thick eyebrows angled upwards at the middle before curving down. He did seem to be of no harm, and he did keep your son safe. 

You let out a relaxed sigh, “it’s alright, it’s my fault anyway, I should’ve kept an eye on my son. Thank you for keeping him safe.”

Wonka’s shoulders dropped and his facial muscles relaxed at your pardon. 

You reached down holding your child close, “we’ll leave you be. Thanks again.” 

“Wait,” his voice rang out, catching you before you departed. “Would you like to try a piece?” He held out the same small piece of chocolate from earlier in his palm upwards towards you. 

You’re just about ready to decline the offer but again he speaks out, “it would really be helpful to have a mature opinion on this chocolate.”

You nodded caving in because honestly, who were you to deny free chocolate, your mind thought showing you to be just as gullible as a child. Taking the sweet treat, you pop it past your lips.

 Immediately a rich flavor overtakes your mouth and as you bite into it, a milky chocolate filling spreads around. 

It was quite good. 

“Mmm,” you nodded towards the man, “oh you are going to go far with this chocolate Mr.Wonka.”

“Thank you. Your words mean much to me,” he said genuinely, and you let out a chuckle, “you’re welcome Mr.Wonka,” you say, as you turn around, hand in hand with your son.

Willy watches you fade from view with a prominent smile on his lips, because although he knew his business would do well, with the justification of your words he felt he was on the right path. 

And honestly he hoped to meet you on this path again. 

Days passed until you met the self proclaimed chocolatier again. 

You had been traveling, hand clasped with your sons, when you spotted Mr.Wonka’s pop up store in the center of town. Initially wanting to pass the store along with the small crowd surrounding it, your plans are thwarted when your son pulls you towards it.

“It’s Mr.Wonka!” Shouted your son as he pointed towards the herd, “alright, alright we’ll just stop by.” He runs, his little feet taking him as fast as he can while dragging your body along.

“Mr.Wonka! Mr.Wonka!” Shouts your son as he rushes to the front with you following close behind. 

Willy’s eyes widened in recognition, “well hey there, little guy, back so soon?” He asks, prompting your son.

You watch, looking on as the chocolatier chats with your child. They go back and forth creating small talk, before Wonka pulls out one tiny piece of chocolate, He waves his hands around and the crowd watches as he turns one piece into two right in front of their eyes. 

“Woah, do it again!” Clapped your boy in amazement, and truthfully you felt the same way. 

He performs the trick once more and again your son laughs as Wonka gives him one of the pieces before turning to you and handing you the other piece. 

“You are surprisingly well with children.”

He shrugs, at the comment, “it helps when you have such a sweet child…who has such a pleasant mother.”

He tips his hat while all you can do is chuckle trying not to look too moved by the man’s remark. 

“Thank you Mr.Wonka.”

“Please, call me Willy,” he adds and you nod while he returns his attention to other customers.

That Willy Wonka, what a charmer he was.

The week goes by before you run into the young man again, however, this time you were alone. 

“Willy!” You announced, trying not to sound too excited when you saw the chocolatier, who was walking along the street with a young lady. (You soon learned her name to be Noodle.)

You exchange greetings while Noodle makes her exit leaving you be. 

“What are you doing all alone? Where is the little one?” He asks, glancing around. “Oh I had to run some errands today so I had a friend watch him for me.”

Willy shares a soft smile, “he really is a brilliant kid, with a brilliant mother of course.”

“You flatter me Mr.Wonka.”

“Willy,” he reminds.

“Willy,” you repeat, sharing a look together before he blinks readjusting his focus. 

“Oh!” His eyes enlarge as he reaches behind him into his battered briefcase, “I had something made for the little guy, and for, ahem, the mister back home,” he holds out a small jar of candies to which you take grateful. 

“Please, there’s nothing of the sort, just me and the kiddo.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright. It’s been that way for a while, it’s sort of the only way we know.” 

Willy shares a look with you, one unlike the look of pity most give when they hear your story, it was more of admiration? Respect? Either way, you thank him for thinking of you and as you do so, you hear a siren noise nearing before the chief of police arrives. 

He steps out of his vehicle and Willy turns to you, “I think you should go. Now. I’ll talk to you soon,” he says and you nod in understanding leaving the scene as the chief of police nears. 

That’s how your time gets spent whenever you spot the man; your son talks with him, you talk with him, Willy performs a magic trick. You try to buy some candy, Willy refuses and instead gives it to you for free and then you’re on your way. 

“Willy! Willy! Look, my tooth is missing!” Your son yelled running up to Willy. 

“Oh wow, that is outstanding! But you know what I heard?” Willy lowers himself to your son’s level, hushing his voice. 

“I heard this year, the tooth fairy started leaving candy underneath the pillows, for all the good boys and girls.”

“Really?!”

Willy looks up in your direction shooting you a quick wink. 

“Really.”

Your son turns to you with a smile from ear to ear present on his face as you nod confirming his curiosities. 

Mirroring his grin you watch on as Willy and your son continue in conversation. You’ve grown to the sight of them both, chatting and laughing. It was a very lovable sight. 

 That’s how it went, your meetings together.

And with each meeting you found yourself drawing closer and closer to the man, staying longer and longer on your visits.

The last time you saw Willy was at his opening for the factory, when everything went south. People rioted and burned his shop down and in the craziness you grabbed your son and ran putting his safety first. 

After that you didn’t hear from Willy. 

That is until today. You weren’t there when all the mess went down. When Willy and his team practically outsmarted the Chocolate Cartel, having them arrested. 

But you made sure to be there for Willy Wonka’s new opening of his shop. 

You stood in the crowd, your hand clutching your sons as the people gathered around trying the various sweets and treats. 

Walking around taking in all the beautiful colors and lights you stop at a wall full of jellybeans and gumdrops. And giving your son permission to collect some, you stand a short distance keeping an eye on him. 

“You made it,” said a voice as a figure emerged beside you. You smiled at Willy who was positioned just as you were towards the colorful wall. 

“Of course I did. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

You watch for a moment as your son collects snacks, putting them into a bag that was provided. You were so occupied with him that you hadn't realized Willy was holding out one of his own creations for you.

“A chocolate flower for the lady.”

“It doesn’t have any yeti sweat does it?” You asked, eyebrow raised. You were lucky enough that you hadn’t managed to eat any of the poisoned chocolate last time.

“No, no yeti sweat.”

Beaming you take it and happily munch on it. 

“So this place…is it everything you’ve dreamed of.”

He glances around taking it all in. The smiles on peoples faces, the way they’re in full enjoyment, but then his gaze returns to yours, “yes it is. But it’s strange.”

You tilt your head silently, allowing him to continue his thought as he turns his attention back to your son then you again. “I think…I think I have a new dream now.”

“Oh yeah? What’s your new dream?”

Willy’s eyes lock onto yours. 

There are no words shared between you two but somehow you seem to understand what he means.

So, like Ruby's bio mom is definitely going to make an appearance again in the future, and I can't help but think about how the Goblins work with coincidences and can somehow track and sense them.

I also can't stop thinking about Mrs.Flood and I do kind of like the theory of her being Susan, the doctors granddaughter. I'm not sold on this because I think most fans would have wanted Carole Ann Ford to come back if she could and was interested to, but of course then it couldn't be kept secret who she is so maybe Susan regenerated and is living as Mrs. Flood.

Then I don't really know why, but I got this thought while watching this part of the trailer for the rest of the season that Ruby could be Jenny's daughter...

And two of the Doctors granddaughters living next door to each other? Now, what is a bigger coincidence than that? Or maybe not a coincidence at all

😭 I hope to also find someone okay with dating a single mom

Hi I know you hear this all the time but your writing is incredible. The way you are able to be flexible with story topics is God sent. I was wondering if you would be open to writing a story with Timothee with the reader being a single mother?

Sending you love always 🖤

A/N - that is so sweet! Thank you 💖💖

Single Mother

Warnings - single mom, showing up unexpected, allusions to smut, coming out

I heard a knock at my door. I told Rose to continue eating her snack while I got it. I opened the door, and I was shocked to see Timothée. He was grinning ear to ear and holding flowers.

“Hello,” he said excitedly.

“Timmy, what are you doing here?” I demanded.

“I thought maybe we could do what we did last night a couple more times,” he said suggestively, and leaned in for a kiss. I put a hand to his chest.

“I haven’t been completely honest with you,” I said carefully.

“What do you have another guy in there or something?” He asked, grinning.

“No, another girl,” I said.

“Wait, you’re bi?” He asked.

“Yes, but that isn’t what I meant. Timothée, I have a kid,” I said, waiting for the rejection. I hadn’t met anyone that was okay with me having a child.

“That’s awesome!” He said, eyes widening. “And she’s a little girl I’m assuming?”

“Y-yes,” I said in shock.

“That’s so cool. I really admire you for being a single mom,” he said, caressing my cheek.

“N-no one reacts like this, what are you?” I asked.

“I’m sorry people have been so shitty, but I love kids. I’m sure you’re an amazing mom,” he said gently. I had told myself this wouldn’t happen for a while, but he was being so incredible.

“Would you like to meet her?” I asked.

“Really?” He asked, eyes wide.

“Sure, she’s awake and happy, now is the best time.”

“O-okay,” he stuttered out. He crept in the room as though he’d startle the girl.

“Who’s dat?” Rose asked, pointing at Timothée from her high chair. She was always very curious.

“This is Timothée, mommy’s friend,” I introduced her.

“You can call me Timmy,” he said sweetly.

“Timmy sounds like Kitty,” she giggled. This was how, even when she got older, Timothée’s nickname was forever Kitty.

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Something that occurred to me upon my second watch of 2023 Wonka:

Willy drops his last silver sovereign in the drain. Charlie finds the money to purchase the chocolate bar that changes his life...::drumroll::...in the drain.

I absolutely love all the tiny parallels to 1971 Wonka, like the three steps backwards on the stairs, or the waggling of the eyebrows.

Hi haven, I hae a request so it's basically the reader and Timotheé were talking for a while and she ends up falling asleep and Timotheé realises that she is the one for him so he wakes up early and starts to plan a proposal ( nothing that fancy but fancy either ye get me ?) She says yes of course

Please and thank you.

Garbled Pillow talk

Info - fluff, Timmy pov

“And then I put the bag in the munchkin,” she slurred. I smiled to myself.

“You’re not making sense,” I said in a sing song voice.

“Sure I am, I did the thing. I’m looking at it right now,” she defended herself. Her eyes were fully closed. She was speaking in her sleep surely.

“Of course baby,” I said sweetly. I gathered her in my arms and kissed her forehead.

She had been working so hard. I knew she was so exhausted, but I appreciated she’d stayed awake for most of our pillow talk. It was my favourite part of the day. I liked hearing about everything she’d done.

She’d stopped making sense about half way through. I had found her mixed up words precious so I’d engaged her a bit. However, now, I wanted my angel to rest.

She was fast asleep but I did some things I knew she loved anyhow. I turned on our noise machine to sound like a storm. I began to pet her hair lovingly. I then began he favourite thing. I sang very lightly in her ear. The soft melodies would give her good dreams I hoped.

I feel asleep as I hummed to her. I held her through the night. If she mumbled or tossed I just pulled her close again. She was safe with me. I didn’t want any of that stress seeping into her sub conscious. I just wanted her to feel happy and secure in my arms.

I woke up around four am. She was so deeply asleep that she was lightly snoring. She never sniffed unless she was very far gone.

I looked at her. A smile unfurled across my face. I caressed her cheek and she leaned into my touch. She looked so beautiful as she laid there. She was soft and peaceful and I felt overwhelmed with love for her.

“Mon amour,” I couldn’t help but say I’m a whisper. I kissed her cheek, leaving my lips there for a long time.

I knew what I wanted and needed to do. I untangled myself from her. I lit a candle, not wanting to bother her with the lights. I began to scribble down my thoughts about her, how I admired her and loved her.

Soon, I had pages of content. My swirling hand writing was looping over and over with messages of love. I was smiling at the words when I suddenly realised a theme. I’d mentioned marriage. I’d said it more than once, more than twice, I’d mentioned it over five times.

A blush heated my cheeks. Did I want to marry her? I looked over to where she slept. She wasn’t laying in bed anymore.

Warm arms circled around me from behind. I jumped out of my skin. She giggled and kissed my neck. I melted into her touch.

“What are you doing?” She asked groggily.

She smelled amazing. She was soft and kind. She was everything I had ever wanted or needed. Of course I wanted to marry her! She was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I wanted to be hers forever more.

“Planning a proposal for you,” I said said almost immediately.

“What?” She asked in shock. She jerked back from me. I turned in my chair and took in her face.

She looked flushed and excited. She wore only my shirt and her panties. She still looked tired but it subtracted nothing from her beauty.

“Will you marry me?” I blurted.

“Timothée,” she said, and she sounded like she worried I was joking.

“I know it’s sudden!” I interjected. “But I was thinking about it and it just seems perfect. I want you for the rest of my life and anything that may follow. You are a dream come true and if I can listen to your garbled pillow talk every night for the rest of my life I’d be a blessed man.”

“Oh, Timmy,” she sniffed. She was smiling now. She looked like she was going to cry. I was beaming.

“So?”

“Yes,” she agreed and fell into my arms. We kissed and hugged and laughed and nuzzled. We were going to experience this raw love for the rest of time and I couldn’t be happier.

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