
As Miranda was making her way to the factory she had no clue that Willy Wonka was walking towards her, Willy hardly leaves the factory and today he just felt to have a look what other competitors are trying to do to keep up. In disguise (not wearing his usual clothing).
As Miranda walks the time is getting closer to 10 am, she hurries making a gap between her and another walker but without looking here she was walking her ankle weakens on the curb of the pavement making her fall, ''Oh God'' she says to herself hearing someone coming towards her, ''Are you alright my dear?'' a voice says reaching down offering his hand for her to hold onto, as she does she sees looks at him, 'I've never seen anyone with purple eyes before' she says to herself while being hoisted up, with a smile on her face ''Thank you, I must really be looking where I am going haha'' she replies straitening her light red dress. ''No worries my girl'' the man says smiling at her, unknown to her he is Willy Wonka, and Willy looked into her eyes at the same time and felt his heart skip a pace, 'Wow' is all he could say to himself.
***9:59 am***
As Miranda waits for the last minute to be 10 am, she quickly turns her head to see if that guy was still walking down the street, 'nope...I wonder who he is?' she says to herself.
Miranda looks at her watch 10 am 'its time' she says to herself walking closer to the gate, suddenly the gates move open, she decides to wait till they are fully open to walk in. As she does she sees someone opening the door, ''Charlie'' Miranda yells running down the entrance of the factory.
''Charlie'' she says again and just then they met halfway holding each other in a hug, ''How have you been so lucky'' she says lifting her head to see her little brother. ''I don't either sister... I've missed you so much'' Charlie says pulling Miranda into another hug.
''Come on let's get in'' Charlie says leading Miranda the way by holding her hand.
''Just put your coat anywhere'' Charlie said and so Miranda placed her coat on the nearest hook she could find. As soon as she does that Charlie pulls her hand again to lead her to a corridor what keeps getting smaller, ''Charlie what is this?'' she says bending down ''Am I hallucinating?'' she asks a laughing Charlie, ''No it's fine it's all real..now promise you won't get over-excited.'' Charlie says reassuringly ''I promise'' Miranda replies by then Charlie opens the door and immediately the smell of rich chocolate, sweet, and bright colors, Miranda couldn't believe her eyes she turns around looking up at the ceiling ''How... what...WOW!'' she says slowly following Charlie she immediately sees home right near the brown river ''is that...'' she starts to say but gets cut off ''chocolate..yes it is'' Charlie says smiling.
Miranda couldn't cope she promised not to get over-excited but she immediately feels like she's going to pass out of excitement, ''Charlie I think I need to sit down'' she says leaning onto a yellow and red striped tree looking thing, ''You're not'' Charlie says with his arms crossed, ''Yes I am'' she replies falling to the floor.
***
''Miranda...Miranda'' Miranda hears her voice being called with laughs surrounding her, as she slowly opens her eyes she lifts her head to see charlie hovering over her laughing, but she could hear more laughter around her so looks to her left and sees 5 small people in red suits laughing to each other, ''Who are they'' Miranda says immediately getting up. ''There Oompa-Loompas'' Charlie replies ''Mr.Wonka will be the best to tell you all about them,'' he says, ''Look let's get in mum and dad and others are waiting'' he says leading Miranda down the sweet green grass.
Opening the Miranda sees all sitting around the table with a cake saying 'Welcome Home' and a banner saying the same thing immediately party poppers are blown, ''Oh my!'' Miranda says covering her cheeks by her hands, ''This is wonderful'' she then says going around giving hugs and kisses to everyone, ''I even fetched a few things'' as Miranda says that she gives her presents out and lastly gives Charlie is Wonka bar ''I bet you see these all the time now'' she says giggling ''if I knew I would have got something different'' she then says, ''No..I like it thank you sister'' Charlie says giving her a hug.
***Time Skip***
As all the Bucket family finished eating Willy decided it's time to pop a visit, walking down he can hear the laughter inside making him smile, but just before he knocks a sudden feeling of nerves hit him, 'just knock' he says to himself.
^Knock Knock^
''Come in'' Mrs. Bucket says and Willy opens the door, ''Hello starshine the Earth says Hello'' Willy immediately says, looking embarrassed as his nerves got the better of him that was the only thing he could say.
''Hello Willy' Mr. Bucket says ''Come join us'' Mr. Bucket says offering his seat, and with that Willy took his hat off, places it on the coat rail, and takes off his red long coat, ''Thank you'' Willy says while walking to sit down.
''This is Miranda'' Grandpa Joe starts ''Miranda this is Mr.Willy Wonka''
''Hi'' Miranda says smiling looking into Willy's eyes she immediately recognizes him as the guy who helped her up from the curb but she decides not to ask. ''Hello,'' Willy replies leaning slightly forward from saying that with a big smile on his face. 'Its that girl who fell' Willy's inner voice told him, with that Willy's cheeks started to warm, he was blushing, ' Oh I hope she hasn't noticed.' he says to himself.
***
As the party slowly fades Willy couldn't stop watching Miranda, he has never seen a woman so beautiful in his life, trying to act his normal self he pours himself another glass of candyfloss melt and takes a drink of it.
''I smell peanuts'' grandma Georgina says ''I love peanuts'' she smiles
''Thank you, and you smell like soap and old people'' Willy says looking at her ''I like it'' and with that grandma, Georgina wraps her arms around Willy and hugs him.
''So Willy'' grandpa George says ''You made anything new yet?'' he asks Willy, ''Not yet a few things need to tested first'' Willy replies with a chuckle not wanting to tell what happened to one of his workers.
***
It was now 10 pm and the party was now over and everyone was ready for bed, as the lights go down Miranda turns to Charlie, ''why do you sleep here when you can sleep in another room?'' she asks seeing Charlie turn around. ''I'd rather still stay with my family'' Charlie replies and suddenly asks a question ''why are you back anyway?'' he asks making Miranda smile, ''I'm back on leave, not just a short leave I am off for 3 months'' she replies nudging Charlie.
''Great that means we have all this time to catch up'' Charlie says smiling
''We do'' Miranda replies. ''Goodnight Charlie'' she says while turning the light off, ''Good night'' Charlie replied yawning.
As the lights turn off at the Bucket family Willy Wonka was looking at them, 'Goodnight Starlight' he says to himself and turns off his lights and getting into his big round bed.

As Charlie Bucket won the prize of being an heir with Mr.Wonka, Charlie's sister comes back home to find that the Bucket's home is no longer there. Miranda finally gets in contact with Charlie and is welcomed to visit the factory.

Everyone put on safety goggles to protect their eyes from the irritant gas of the machines. The interior of the chocolate factory had taken them nearly a week to build.
It looked like a child's dream world. The lawn was made of green candy, and the fruit was made of hard red candy. There were also red-and-white rainbow sticks and white cream that served as clouds. Everything was made of candy. Even the slow-flowing river was made of liquid chocolate.
That factory was the dream place of children all over the world.
The story began with Qin Guan. This character was quite different from the previous ones he had portrayed. Willy Wonka was a freak that had remained isolated from the world for 20 years. He had only opened the factory again because of his love for candy, but he didn't really trust anyone. No one knew his real motivation.
Tim loaded the expensive film into the camera as he waited for the actors to get into position. Finally, they started filming.
This was the first time Qin Guan had to use his facial muscles in such strange ways. Every word he delivered felt like it was not coming from a common man.
After being silent for a long time, Willy Wonka had forgotten the correct meaning of words. When the naughty children behaved badly, a strange expression appeared on his face.
He grimaced with a fierce expression in his eyes. Frowning, he stopped the kids with a shaking finger.
"Why are you so short?"
They all turned their heads around and answered angrily, "Because we are kids! You must have been just as short when you were young!"
"No!" Qin Guan told them proudly. "I was tall as a child. I always wore a tall hat. I never took it off!"
Suddenly, a meaningful smile appeared on his face for the first time. His pale face couldn't cover his good looks, and his white gloves, stick and purple velvet suit made him look mysterious.
One of the parents, who was the mother of the cheerleader, focused on Qin Guan. She ogled at him and straightened her chest, while he tried to find a place to hide. He was not very familiar with humans.
Thanks to his perfect body language and dramatic expression, Qin Guan performed well during the simple scene. The line delivery was just as perfect. The 10 actors cooperated well and avoided making any mistakes.
Some lines were repeated, as some supporting actors failed to keep up with Qin Guan's high speed.
The only retake caused by Qin Guan was during his reaction shot. He looked like a vampire with that makeup, which made him much too beautiful for the role.
Qin Guan was speechless at the mistake. The reaction shot had originally not been included in the script. He shot a complaining look at the director, but Tim ignored him.
Tim Burton, whose hairstyle made him look like Einstein, knocked on the board again. All the actors collapsed at the sound. The director was very strict, but they worked really hard, so they managed to get half-way through the film in a few days.
There was no fighting or romance in the film, but even the supporting characters had plenty of lines. Most of the characters appeared together in the same scene, so the actors had to do their own job well while they paid attention to the others.


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

Professor Slughorn had a great walrus mustache and a portly belly that seemed to have a will of its own.
It wasn't that I expected him to look like the movies, and I had even seen him at the feast the night before, but at the very least, I would have thought he'd hold some kind of similarities. Instead, it was like looking at a completely different person.
The class wasn't divided by houses, but rather there were so few students that it was unnecessary to do so. While Defense Against the Dark Arts hadn't had the benefit of an extreme selection, Potions was for the few, and the courageous at heart. Thus I stepped inside and took a seat by one of the bubbling cauldrons, Megan and Wayne joining me soon after.
"That cauldron smells just like chocolate," Wayne whispered, sniffing the air by a cauldron with hazy spirals rising up in the air.
I chuckled. "Do you perhaps fancy someone at Honeydukes, Wayne?" I asked. "That's Amortentia, the love potion par excellence. Its smell is a hint of the person your heart knows you love."
"Excellent deduction, Mister Umbrus," Professor Slughorn spoke amiably, smiling as the last ones filtered in. I glanced and waved at the golden trio, who returned the greeting.
"So a drink of that, and I'd end up make someone fall in love?" Wayne asked.
"No," I answered, with enough heat and sharpness that Professor Slughorn's answer died in the man's throat. "You'd give them an obsession, rip their free will out of their minds, and force them to act like nothing more than a puppet to your whims. At the end of it, the moment the potion would wear off, they'd recall everything you did and in the best case, run away. In the worst, they might just murder you." I exhaled, "It's a despicable potion. Between that and a poison, I'd pick the poison."
"Quite right, quite right," Professor Slughorn said, keeping his voice light. "Out of all potions hereby present, that is the most dangerous indeed. Though I do expect you all to vanish the contents of your cauldron after delivering me a practical sample, and to not bring any out. While some lesser variants are indeed a risk at Hogwarts, know that for the most part they are innocuous and not as long-lasting, or powerful, as the real potion of love bubbling away in that cauldron."
He then gestured to the other two cauldrons clearly visible in the room, "Does anyone wish to guess what stands in the other cauldrons?"
Some students, Hermione among them, raised their hands. I did so too, and as Professor Slughorn picked me once more, I answered.
"Polyjuice potion and Veritaserum," I spoke. "One's for the physical alteration of a body into another, provided a piece of hair of the intended target is dipped into the finished product, and the latter is the serum of truth the ministry likes to use when interrogating its witnesses. They are both also quite unreliable potions," I remarked. "For the former, one might make a mistake and end up with a strand of hair not belonging to the intended target, and for the latter, all it does is force the drinker to state the truth as they believe it. It's also ineffective if the user is able to convincingly believe in a lie of their own creation. Someone subjected to hallucinations, for example, would speak of how a dragon flies in front of their face every day even under Veritaserum."
Professor Slughorn nodded, "Excellent indeed. Twenty points for Ravenclaw, Mister Umbrus. And now, it's time for us to get to work." The Felix Felicis bubbled in its cauldron with its merrily golden color, and once a Huffelpuff by the name of Ernie asked what it was, everyone in the class, even Malfoy at the far back, peeked up. Surprisingly, Harry didn't raise a hand for a copy of a book. Perhaps he had achieved an Outstanding in Potions without troubles?
Surprising what one could do by writing evil, really evil fanfiction about a certain Yrrah Rettop.
This still left the problem of the Half-Blood Prince's book. Since I reckoned the first copy would have gone to Harry, it turned out that it would be Ron's pleasure to acquire it.
"It's all scribbled," Ron groaned, my ears perked up for that exact moment. "It's bloody useless-"
"Here," I said instead, floating my book towards him, much to the boy's surprise. "I was waiting for after the lesson to ask Professor Slughorn about it, but it's an old copy Snape allowed me to scribble on in the past years," I lied, blatantly, as I floated that one into my waiting hands. "I was going to swap the books later, so...no harm no foul."
"Thanks mate," Ron said, looking visibly surprised.
"I can't believe you wrote on a school book," Hermione muttered instead, "Or that Snape even allowed it."
I shrugged, wordlessly. "I was there when he did it," Megan said instead, sounding strangely battle-ready, her voice a low whisper. "It was during Potions' practice."
"It's all right," I said, flipping the book in question open to the Draught of Living Death. The scribbling of Professor Snape's younger self barely legible, and yet enough to make an otherwise painful potion into something far, far more painless to deal with. As I got to it, I dimly realized Megan was no fool. She too was glancing at the book in question, and though Hermione's frantic behavior over her potion was making the Gryffindor's fizzy-hair nearly explode, Megan's calm and cool nature outshone her.
I dimly wondered if she had ever been present in the books in the scene, or if the spotlight had always ignored her in favor of Hermione.
Don't worry, Megan, I value your existence and will give you all the spotlight you need to shine. Though this Felix Felicis is going to be mine, because I do feel like having a vial of good luck for twelve hours as something quite necessary to my continued well being.
True to form, Megan's wits were enough that once she was realized what I was doing actually seemed to work, she immediately began to copy my actions. I grinned at her, but since I had a few more seconds of starting advantage, I got through with practiced ease all the way towards the finish line.
"What a tough choice," Professor Slughorn remarked, glancing at both cauldrons. "Mister Umbrus, Miss Jones, you both did an excellent job, there are so little differences I'd be inclined to have you share the Felix, but that wouldn't do," he critically eyed us both, and then finally acquiesced. "Miss Jones, I guess your potion's the clearest. Congratulations, that will be ten points for Hufflepuff and a little bottle of Felix Felicis." He winked. "Do say hello to your aunt, I'm planning on inviting her over for the Slug Club's usual Christmas party. You are, of course, invited."
He then moved away, the lesson over.
I stared, dumbfounded, at the retreating back of the man that was technically supposed to hand me the Felix Felicis due to the Half-Blood prince's meddling.
The hell are you doing, Professor Slughorn? This is clearly a show of favoritism. This is such a biased and clear show of favoritism that if it weren't that I was cheating my way for it, I'd actually feel offended.
"We can share it," Megan whispered as I closed the potions' book and put my stuff away with a simple wave of my hand. "Professor Slughorn's blind. Yours was clearer and further ahead than mine."
I shook my head, and gave her a smile. "You won it, Megan," I grinned. "Just tell me when you go about drinking it. I want to see what happens."
Megan smiled at the thought, and nodded. "I'll do that."
On the way out, we were accosted. It was interesting in how the accosting was done by none other than Draco, who looked like a strange mixture of someone who drank both a sour lemon tea and an equally dangerous Weasley laxative.
"Umbrus," he said. "You really had to go and kill Crabbe's dad didn't you?"
"Well, he tried to kill me, and I just made sure to permanently disallow him the notion of trying again," I answered nonchalantly. "I don't have any intention of starting a purge or a witch hunt for Evil Slytherins or anything like that though, if that's your worry."
"Ah! As if I'd ever be worried," Draco rolled his eyes. "No, it's just-things are complicated in Slytherin," he glanced around. I dimly realized it then, but Draco hadn't even tried to get Slughorn to notice him. This was another bizarre thing that had me puzzled, but perhaps with a bit of coaxing I'd get a straight answer out of Draco himself. "What you said at the train station-is it something I can count on?"
I blinked at that, and then I gave him a slow nod. "Sure, Draco."
"Then-" he was interrupted, of course, by the gracious sledgehammer grace of the trio of dunderheads.
"You trying to finish the j-" Ron began, and then stopped when he realized that I was making a show of going for my wand. "Joke," he said, "The joke that's on me," he rubbed a hand behind his head. "Sorry."
"We'll talk later, Draco," I said with a wink in the boy's direction. "Just let the castle guide you. It will bring you to me."
"Yeah, whatever," Draco rolled his eyes, and then walked away.
He walked away, and alone.
"What did he want?" Harry asked.
"That's a secret, I'm afraid," I said amiably. "Nothing bad, of course. It was nothing bad now, was it?" I turned towards Amanda and Wayne, who both gave helpless shrugs.
"Didn't hear a word," Wayne said. "You know us silly Puffs, when we're not drinking hot chocolate, we ain't really there."
"Now that's not true," Megan huffed in turn, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "It's just that you need to widen your horizons."
Wayne seemed to take offense to that, his eyes widening in disbelief. "There is nothing in life better than chocolate. I'll be putting up my very own Willy Wonka factory with a bunch of House Elves, and then you'll see."
"Willy Wonka also had sugary treats and sweets other than chocolate," Megan finished, sounding triumphant.
"He also had really poor work-safety protocols," I quipped dryly in. We walked away discussing Willy Wonka's factory of harm and dangers, leaving behind us a trio of stupefied Gryffindors that had their questions, would-be or otherwise yet to come, utterly ignored.
I was a Ravenclaw, and could be odd out of House loyalty...
...but the silly Hufflepuffs were loyal to their odd friend, and perhaps that made them all the worthier.

Hi all, this is just a repost of the fanfic. All credits go to the author of the fanfic, ShadeNight123, and to JKR for the original HP.

I plan on posting from Year 4 arc up, and after I post those, I plan on going back and adding the first 3 arcs. But I have put the link for the first 3 arcs below.

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This dudes casually got a death factory and they actually made a children's movie out of it.

Willy Wonka 100% knew what was going to happen and he most definitely orchestrated all of it.

The most obvious point probably being that his Oompa Loompas (his little henchman) have all rehearsed songs that fit those exact situations.

You really wouldn't need to change that much and it'll become another Saw movie. 



Now onto the previous chapter.

To be honest, the guesses were all way off. Heavy emphasis on that second sentence from the previous chapter. 

(Don't worry if you've already guessed, just reread 199 and you'll know why)

If it wasn't obvious yet, that empty space most definitely isn't just spaces. I'll announce the winner/winners in ~48 hours. Until then you can still submit guesses.

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'SO WHAT EXACTLY have you got in mind?' I asked Noah. He was putting plates in the dishwasher when I brought in a few empty glasses. Lee was outside in his car, fiddling with his new stereo. Brad was watching TV, the parents all talking about . . . well, whatever it was they talk about. I'd been waiting for the opportunity to talk to Noah alone.

He looked up, twisting his head to look under his arm, which was leaning on the counter as he bent to load the dishwasher.

'Earlier,' I explained, 'your texts said you had something in mind for later for me.'

'Oh, that.'

'Yeah, that. So are you going to tell me what it is?'

'Telling you would defeat the whole point of it being a "surprise", you know.'

'I had a feeling you'd say that,' I groaned, passing him the glasses. He put them in, then stood up and kicked the dishwasher closed.

Pulling me into his arms, he breathed in my ear, 'If I told you it involved Lee's present for you . . .' His lips brushed over my jaw.

I didn't know how to reply to that – but I couldn't have done so anyway; I seemed to have suddenly lost my voice.

Noah gave a quiet chuckle. 'That wasn't what I had planned, though,' he said, pulling back to give me that devilish smirk. 'I was going to take you somewhere. I know you'll love it. But it's got to be a surprise.'

'Right . . .' I racked my brain. I knew it couldn't be going to see the sunset or fireworks again; it had to be something different . . . but Noah seemed so full of surprises now, it could be anything.

'Although,' he said thoughtfully, 'if you do want to put Lee's present to use later on . . .'

I blushed, burying my face in his shoulder so he didn't see my blush. But he laughed and kissed the top of my head, his arms tight around me.

Ignoring his comment, I hugged him back. 'I love you.' The words were out of my mouth like a reflex, rolling off my tongue like they were the most natural three words in the world to say to my best friend's big brother.

He kissed the top of my head again and said, 'I love you more.' I shook my head into his shoulder.

We didn't say anything else. Just stood there in each other's arms, in our own little bubble.

'Oh! Sorry – don't mind me, just grabbing a drink!'

We pulled apart a little, and I saw June grabbing a glass of water. When she turned around, she gave us a smile – it wasn't one that said 'caught red-handed'; it was more like 'you kids are adorable'.

At least we hadn't been making out or anything.

Now, that would've been just plain awkward.

Noah's mom went back into the lounge and I looked back at him. 'So when are we going to this surprise place?'

'Now, if you want. It won't take too long.'

'Now? Really?'

He shrugged. 'If you want to go now, then sure.'

I grinned suddenly. 'Can I drive?'

'Drive to a place you have no idea about . . . Because that's such a smart idea, isn't it, Elle?'

'Well – you can tell me where to drive, right? Please, please, please?' I gave him my best, biggest grin, so excited at the prospect of taking my new car for a spin.

'All right, fine! But you can't blame me if you guess where we're going and it spoils the surprise, all right?'

I giggled. 'What is it with you and surprises, anyway?'

He shrugged. 'I thought it was more romantic than saying, "Hey, Elle, I'm going to take you to . . . to see the sunset and a firework display," and you've always loved those corny romance movies.'

'Well . . .' I bit my lip sheepishly. 'Okay, okay, I see your point. Let's go.'

'Impatient, much?'

'Okay, just take a left here . . . then second right. There should be a parking space there.'

I followed his directions, and wished I hadn't asked to drive here. I was so focused on not scratching the car that I had to keep my eyes on the road. I couldn't let my eyes roam around the streets and try to figure out where we were headed. I didn't recognize any of these roads – I didn't have any clue where he was leading me, and even less of a clue as to what this surprise was.

I found a space to park and got out of the car, hearing Noah's door slam shut too.

'All right, then,' I said, unable to rein in a grin. 'Lead the way.'

He smirked, and grabbed my hand as he stepped up onto the sidewalk beside me, linking our fingers together. Our arms swung like a pendulum as we walked back in the direction we'd come from.

Looking around, I realized we were no longer in the city, or even a town. Some of the houses seemed to have been converted – the ground floor occupied by a florist's shop, or a baker's. I still had no idea where we were, but it looked nice. There were a few trees planted on random squares of grass, and flowers blooming on the windowsills. There were a few people milling around, one or two dog-walkers amongst them, and the occasional car driving past.

It was a quaint little village. I heard church bells peal somewhere off in the distance, as if to echo my thought.

I turned back to Noah, who caught my eye and gave me that half-smile, half-smirk, like he thought keeping me in the dark about where we were going was funny.

I smiled back, squeezing his hand.

'Here we are.' He stopped, and I took a step back, letting him lead me into the shop we stopped outside. There was a dark green awning over the doorway, casting a shadow over Noah's face as he pushed open the door. A bell tinkled – it was a cute kind of sound, reminding me of the fairy in Peter Pan.

Then it hit me. The smell.

It was a gorgeous aroma: sweet vanilla, strong cocoa, the hazy sweetness of melted sugar, and the all-round stomach-rumbling, mouth-watering scent of chocolate. It drifted out of the shop the second Noah opened the door, blasting me full-force and making me gasp.

I stepped inside ahead of Noah, who held the door open for me. Only a few months ago, I remembered going into his house behind him to see Lee. He knew I was there, but didn't even think of holding the door for me – just let it swing shut for me to catch on the way in. He didn't do it out of spite: it was just Noah Flynn being typical Noah Flynn.

But I didn't miss the way he held the door for me now. It seemed so trivial, so unimportant, but I shot him a smile nonetheless.

Then I let the smell of the chocolate wash over me again. The shop was lit by warm, firelight-yellow lamps. On the floor was a dark, mahogany-colored carpet, and the walls were a soft cream color. There was a counter with a cash register on it – some childish part of me was delighted to see that it was a really old cash register, the kind that had buttons like an ancient typewriter and made a loud ring when you opened the drawer.

The shop looked as sweet as it smelled, and as I turned in a slow circle, my mouth forming an O and my eyes widening in sheer awe, I saw all the chocolates.

I didn't know what to do – where to look first; what to say to Noah.

'Hello, dears!' trilled a voice. It was the sort of voice you knew belonged to an old person, and when I looked up from the pralines lined up on the glass counter, I saw a woman who was in her sixties or seventies. She was just the kind of person you could picture owning a candy store.

She was plump, with really rosy cheeks, and dark gray hair pulled back into a bun, wispy strands escaping around her face. She wore jeans and a white cotton blouse, with a bright pink apron tied that was stained with chocolate and sugar and cream, icing and syrup and fudge. Some of it looked almost decades old, like it was a part of the apron itself, but some had clearly been slopped down her that morning.

'Hi,' Noah said, strolling past me. 'I called ahead, earlier? My name's Flynn.'

'Oh, of course, of course! I remember. I've got it right here for you, dear! Just give me two seconds!' The woman gave a motherly smile, before bustling backwards, knocking over a stack of cardboard boxes as she did so. Luckily, it sounded like they were all empty.

'Whoops-a-daisy!' She shoved them back into place, laughing at her own clumsiness. As she retreated out of sight, I heard her humming tunelessly to herself in the back of the shop.

'You called ahead?' I asked, and Noah turned to look at me. I felt a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. 'How'd you even know about this place, anyway?'

'I, um . . .' He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck. 'Remember when – no, you probably don't – but when we were really little, I read that book, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and I kind of got it in my head that I wanted to go to Willy Wonka's chocolate factory, and my mom – and your mom, I remember, she tagged along too – my mom brought me here because she said it was close enough. I remembered about it a couple of years back and took a bus up here to find it again.'

It took a minute to sink in. For one thing, it was so un-Flynn-like for him to disclose a personal memory like that; for another, thinking of him as such a cute little kid wanting to visit Willy Wonka made me want to giggle. Not in a mean way – in a cute way.

Though I didn't think he'd appreciate me mentioning the cuteness.

So instead I said, 'I remember. I wanted the book for a school project. There were no copies left in the library, and Lee told me you had one so there was no point in buying it, and you wouldn't let me have it.'

'Oh, yeah.' He laughed and bit his lip, looking a little sheepish. 'What was my excuse again?'

'You didn't have one,' I said after a moment. 'You just wouldn't let me.'

He nodded. 'That sounds about right.'

'You really wanted to go to Willy Wonka's chocolate factory?' A little teasing note had crept into my voice, my smile spreading wider again.

'I was like, eight, okay? Give me a break.'

We both laughed, just as the woman came back holding a big, flat white box with a purple ribbon around it. 'Here you are!'

Noah clasped his hands behind his back, rocking back and forth briefly on his heels.

I got the message, and jolted. 'They're for me?'

'What, did you think I really forgot to get my girlfriend a birthday present?' He gave me a devilishly handsome grin, and the old woman laughed kindly.

'Well, it – it just didn't occur to me earlier.'

'Shelly. I have always got you a birthday present.'

'You got me a whoopee cushion one year.'

'It was still a present. And I was a twelve-year-old boy that year, if I remember. Did you expect me to buy you something nice or meaningful?'

I laughed. 'Well, no.'

'And you really think I just forgot you, this year especially?'

I shrugged sheepishly. When he hadn't given me a present earlier, I didn't exactly ask him where it was. For one thing, it would've been incredibly rude. But when he said in his text that he had 'something in mind for the birthday girl', I thought maybe he'd take me out somewhere, even if only to make out, instead.

I took the box from the lady. 'Thanks.'

'One of everything in there,' she said. 'Well, as much as I could fit in two layers. But I made sure you got the nicest things. You're not allergic to nuts, are you, dear?'

'N-no.' I only stammered because she spoke pretty darn fast – with an excitement that seemed to be part of her warm personality.

She smiled. 'Good, good, good! Well, feel free to have a look around – unless you're not stopping. In which case, I'll ring up that order for you right now.'

'Uh . . .' I looked at Noah. I had no idea if we were just here to pick this up, or if he had any other plans. I mean, he was full of surprises these days.

He put up his hands and shook his head, giving me a small smile. 'You've got the car keys.'

I bounced around on my toes at that, beaming brightly. 'Oh yeah!'

'Tell you what's really good,' the lady said, pottering over to one cabinet. She pulled open a drawer and lifted out a tray; I'd drifted after her, Noah half a step behind me.

It was a tray of tiny squares of chocolate, each one labeled with tiny handwriting, so loopy it was practically illegible. They looked like tiny cuts of larger slabs, and the scent wafting up to my nostrils and settling on my taste buds was enough to make me drool.

'This one' – she pointed – 'has that popping candy in it. Strangest sensation in the world, popping candy! And this one's mango-flavored. I've got a few fruit-flavored ones like that.'

'How about orange?' Noah asked, and I felt his body press against my back, a hand resting on my forearm as he leaned over me to look at the tray.

'Ah-ha, here we are!' She picked one square up and handed it to Noah. He took it and popped it in his mouth.

'This is my taster tray,' she told me, seemingly reading my mind. 'Go ahead, dear, help yourself!'

With that, she pushed the tray into my hands and left me to peruse it at my leisure.

The bell tinkled again, and I glanced over my shoulder to see a woman walk in. 'Hey, Mabel,' she said to the shop owner. I turned back to the tray.

Noah reached over me and plucked out another square at random. He made a choking noise, and when I looked at him, his face was scrunched up in disgust, but he swallowed hard. 'Coconut.'

I laughed. 'Oh, right. Well, you should've read the label, idiot.'

'I tried,' he muttered in my ear.

I stifled a laugh, and hesitated, my fingers drumming the air as I tried to decide which one to try. White chocolate? Dark chocolate? One with sprinkles? A coffee one, a fruity one, a solid chocolate one?

The cursive scrawl of Honeycomb caught my eye, and I picked that one out. I was half glad of the old lady's writing being so hard to read. If I knew what all these flavors were, I'd want to try them all.

We picked out a couple more and went over to the cash register.

'So how long have you kids been together?' the woman, Mabel, asked.

'Um . . .'

'Couple of months,' Noah answered. 'But we've known each other practically our whole lives.'

'Well, now, that's just sweet as apple pie! Always see young couples coming in here, you know, and let me tell you, if I had a wall of fame with them all on, you two would be right there near the top.'

I laughed. 'We're that cute together, huh?'

I noticed Noah's grimace at the word, but he didn't say anything, instead taking out his wallet and handing over the cash. As we bundled our purchases into a bag, the woman handed us over a box of fudge.

'You can have these ones on the house,' she said, smiling.

'Oh, no, it's—'

'It's your birthday, right?' I nodded. 'Well, happy birthday then!'

I smiled. 'Thank you.'

One of Noah's arms snaked around my waist. I automatically leaned back, my head fitting into that spot between his neck and his shoulder. Again, the clichéd romantic in me wondered how we seemed to fit so perfectly, two pieces of a jigsaw, and have such different, clashing personalities. Noah planted a kiss on the side of my forehead, and right then, I didn't care how bad we were for each other or that he'd be off to college soon; I just remembered that I was in love with him.

Meet Rochelle Evans: pretty, popular--and never been kissed. Meet Noah Flynn: badass, volatile--and a total player. And also Elle's best friend's older brother... 

When Elle decides to run a kissing booth for the school's Spring Carnival, she locks lips with Noah and her life is turned upside down. Her head says to keep away, but her heart wants to draw closer--this romance seems far from fairy tale and headed for heartbreak. 

But will Elle get her happily ever after?

Tirza rolled her eyes. "What, you're gonna hit me with a stick?" Draco laughed. "No you idiot, it's my wand." "What ya gonna do with it?" she asked. "Maybe I'll turn you into a toad," Malfoy replied. "Ya know what? On Scooby Doo, Witch McCoy said she could turn people into toads but she really couldn't, so how do I know you're telling the truth?" Malfoy frowned, trying to think if he had heard of Witch McCoy before. Tirza took that opportunity to kick the wand from his hand. Goyle ran after it as Malfoy grabbed her and pinned her to the ground, sitting on her legs. "Not this time little girl. No one messes with a Malfoy and gets away with it." Goyle handed him back his wand and Malfoy pressed it to her throat. With her arms and legs pinned, Tirza only had one defense left: her mouth. "Help! He's gonna kill me!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Malfoy slapped her across the face to shut her up.
Suddenly Malfoy was lifted clean off her and held three feet above the ground. Snape's eyes were narrow and his face was dangerous. "I thought I told you to stay away from my daughter? And who taught you it was alright to hit girls?" His voice was low and deadly. Malfoy didn't bother to try and say anything in defense. "200 points from Slytherin Mr. Malfoy. Apparently the detentions you are already serving seem to be doing no good. I am sure Madame Pompfrey would enjoy having you clean the bed pans-with out magic!" Malfoy's face wrinkled in disgust. "Oh, I'm not through yet Mr. Malfoy. You can also clean every restroom in the school, mop every dungeon floor. You will also spend the next two Saturdays with Mr. Filch, who am I sure will have many unpleasant jobs for you to perform, all without magic. And consider your privileges to visit Hogsmeade permanently cancelled for the rest of the year." Draco struggled against the firm hold Snape had on his robes. "My father will," he started to squeak. "I am not afraid of your father Mr. Malfoy and think of how very upset he would be if you were expelled. As the head of your house I have the right to expel you if I see fit, so DO NOT press your luck." Snape released him and he, Crabbe and Goyle took off down the hallway.

Tirza watched them run and laughed. "Are you always this much trouble, child?" Snape asked, exasperation evident in his voice. "I don't try to be! How much did you see?" Snape shook his head. "I saw him holding his wand to your throat and slap you." Tirza smiled. "Well, I'm glad you were here this time. I don't know how to fight against magic. Can I have a wand?" "No!" She pouted. "Why not?" "Not until you start school here." She sighed. "Alright, alright. Can I go to the Quidditch game? Please?" "I think not." "Pretty pretty please, with a cherry on top?" Tirza whined. "Only if you sit with me so that you have less of chance of causing trouble," Snape decided. Tirza started jumping up and down. "Yippy!"

"Are you ready to go?" Snape called. Tirza bounced out her room in her usual jeans and a white shirt with the saying 'I want attention-just not yours!' written in black inside a pink heart; her hair pulled into a long braid tied with a fuzzy pink band. "Yep!" "It will be cold, you need to dress warmer than that," he told her. "Nah, I'll be fine." "Suit yourself." They sat high in the stands with the rest of the teachers, who all greeted Tirza warmly. "May I see your hand?" asked Sybill Trelaney. "Sure." Sybill held her hand and read the lines. "Child, I see something in your future. Yes-you will experience tragedy on the 9th." "Sybill," Snape growled. "That's silly, I don't believe in that kinda stuff. The fortune teller on Scooby Doo was a fake and I think you are too." Sybill looked extremely insulted; Snape, McGonagall, and Dumbledore fought the urge to laugh. "Smart child," McGonagall whispered to Dumbledore. He nodded.

"Tirza, what is 'Scooby Doo'?" Snape asked. "Whoa, how can you not know who Scooby Doo is? He is the coolest dog ever! He and the gang of Mystery Inc. solve all sorts of mysteries." Tirza told him."Lemon drop, dear?" Dumbledore asked her. "Sure!" "Severus?" Snape looked disgusted. "No, headmaster, thank you." "Dude, lemon drops are the best things ever, next to chocolate! Did you ever see Willy Wonka? That would be so awesome to be a mermaid in that chocolate river, don't ya think?" Tirza asked. Snape and the rest of the staff (save the Muggle Studies teacher) looked utterly confused. "You don't know who Willy Wonka is? Do you know who the Umpa Lumpas are?" They continued to stare at her. "How about James Bond, good old 007?" To their immense relief, Lee Jordan announced the start of the game; Slytherin against Gryffindor.

Tirza watched the game closely, her head moving side to side as the players moved. Slytherin was the first to make a score. "BOO!" Tirza stood and shouted; Snape just shook his head. Katie Bell caught the quaffle and headed for the Slytherin goal. "Yeah! Go Gryffindor! Woo hoo! Slytherin SUCKS!" "You know that I am the head of Slytherin, correct?" Snape whispered in her ear. "Duh," she replied, her eyes never leaving the field. "Do you not want to cheer for my house team?" "Nope," she told him. Snape sighed. "Why?" "'Cuz I like Gryffindor better!" Dumbeldore and McGonagall couldn't hold back their laughter this time. Snape grimaced.

An hour later, Gryffindor was up by three points. "Oh yeah baby! Let's do the wave!" Tirza looked around her and realized they had no idea what she was referring to. "Oh brother," she muttered. The sun was starting to set and the air was growing colder, causing Tirza to shiver. "You are cold, aren't you?" Snape asked. Tirza nodded. "I asked you to dress warmer." She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." Snape took off his heavy robe and wrapped it around her shoulders, then fastened it. She flashed him a smile. "Go Harry! You rule, Slytherin drools!" she screamed. McGonagall nudged Dumbledore. "Look at him. Did you ever imagine Severus as a father?" Dumbeldore shook his head. "No, but I imagine he's never met a child quite like TJ." "So where are the cheerleaders?" Tirza asked. "What are cheerleaders?" Snape asked. "The girls that cheer for their teams. They wear their teams colors and do cool cheers." He raised an eyebrow. "Such as?" "Well, like 'Burr, it's cold in here. There must be some Gryffindors in the atmosphere' kinda thing?" She caught the look on his face and slapped her forehead. "Oh man, never mind dude!"

"And Harry has caught the snitch again! Gryffindor wins!" Lee yelled. "Yea!" Tirza screamed and started bouncing up and down. "We won! Hurray!" "Hey cheerleader!" someone yelled. It was Harry. "Want a ride down?" She nodded and looked at Snape. "Please?" He motioned with her hand for her to go ahead. Harry sat her in front of him on the broom and he wrapped his arms around her and took off. "Thanks for all the cheers and yells. It was great!" he told her. Tirza smiled. "You were awesome," she told him.

After rake tells me that he was the person that gave me the letter I had so the thing to do. 
What is his plan and should I go to?

 The second question wasn't a problem I am not going to worry about what really worries me is who knows if the others will even want me there( are their others? ).                                       
    
 "Hi there willy"

"my name's Williams for the last time"

"Why are you always grumpy in the morning" in a lower voice he says " what do you think your coming"

"Will I don't know" then a little quieter I said "what's the  plan"

"Yes," Rake says in a whisper

                              -------------2 hours later--------------

"Do you have the food"

"check"

"Water"

"Check"


"What are you maggots doing," someone said 

with a loud laugh, he said
 
"Who is that"

 "How should I know"

" you should have seen your faces"

"Not funny jake"

Jake is rakes cousin ( third cousin to be exact ) they came to this orphanage around the same time. Jake likes to play jokes a lot mostly on me, don't know why he just does. (I didn't know he is part of this operation thou )

"Really jake"

"Sup Willy Wonka" (short for willy from rake if you didn't pick that up)

"Not willy Wonka 'williams is my name is it so hard to say"

"No, but it no fun" rake and jake say at the same time 

"What about the ropes do we have ropes," I say ignoring them

"Why do we need ropes anyway" 

"To get over the fences no"

"Right," rake says


"So what are we going to do to get it"

"Willy can figure it out right"

"No no you forgot them you get them"

"That wasn't even part of my job even"

"If you were listening to what I told you then maybe"

"Whatever I'll get it" jake whispers

"Ok," I and rake say

He isn't going to give up
Thats shows his will to escape 
but what does he want to escape from
his past or himself


(well you'll have to read to find out)


*this will now become a interactive book so feel free to add to the comments of what you want to happen*

This fanfic is a mixed world of The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, SUPERJAIL!, Bunnicula, Johnny Bravo, Scooby-Doo, Dexter's Laboratory, Wacky Races, Samurai Jack, Ed Edd n Eddy, The Secret Saturdays, Ben 10, Villainous & Codename: Kids Next Door while mixing with cosmic horrors works like H.P. Lovecraft, Steven King, SCP Foundation, and etc..

I will try to mix them all together to the best of my abilities, I'm sorry if I let down your expectations in advance.

-The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy: The story will mostly be based in Endsville and it's characters.

-SUPERJAIL!: An underground jail run by a Willy Wonka look alike warden name Warden who runs his jail like how Willy Wonka runs his factory but more chaotic, inhumane, and gruesome. Most prisoners of SuperJail are the worst of the worst or the unluckiest of the unlucky, it's unknown how someone ends up in SuperJail and no one asks.

-Bunnicula: I just want a vampire bunny somewhere in the world.

-Johnny Bravo: I'm making Johnny Bravo a famous Elvis impersonator that lives a town over and because this add-in will allow me to add in the occasional talking animals that act and live like humans that they even marry humans and this will allow the world to be filled with "foxy mommas".

-Scooby-Doo: The Scooby gang is now a group of tv paranormal investigators who keep on running into people who act as ghosts and the like for whatever reason and unmask them. They do sometimes actually run into the paranormal but not that offend. Fred and Daphne are the hosts of the show and Velma is the on-site scientific skeptic as for Shaggy & Scooby they are the cameraman and his therapeutic talking dog.

-Dexter's Laboratory: Dexter in this world doesn't hide his abnormally high IQ and sells his inventions to the highest bidder. He runs a company called Dexter's Laboratory that's in a heated competition with Dark's Laboratory.

-Wacky Races: Petty much an underground NASCAR event called W.A.C.K.Y. Race that happens once a year and is considered the most dangerous race in the world with an 89% mortality rate, only the most reckless and truly skilled drivers can survive this race. W.A.C.K.Y. Race stand for Wild Automotive Chaotic Knockdown Yearly Race.

-Samurai Jack: Aku is in the east causing mayhem and is slowly marching his forces to take over the world but is facing opposition making his march to world domination extremely slow at this point in time. Jack is still in the future looking for a way back.

-Ed Edd n Eddy: I'm moving their older version to Endsville and having them run shady businesses in the background.

-The Secret Saturdays: It just made sense to add them to the mix with all the wired stuff running around the world. The Saturday couple are field op agents working for a secretive group called SCP Foundation.

-Ben 10: Billy and Mandy, SUPERJAIL!, Samurai Jack, and Codename: Kids Next Door all have aliens so adding some more wouldn't hurt. Also, it makes the Plumbers on earth one of the main fighting force that confronts Aku, who I have to remind you is a simi-immortal alien that descended on the world in its infancy, not a demon despite how he looks like making him a Plumbers problem as they don't want him to expand his influence then need be.

-Villainous: Black Hat is the overarching antagonist of Cartoon Network so he somehow found a way into the fanfic. All Hail, Black Hat!!!

-Codename: Kids Next Door: Like in the cartoon, they are a group of kids who formed a secret organization meant to fight evil adults but they will also fight evil aliens, supernatural beings, and other kids who pose a threat to kid kind.

Notes:
-Ghost and the like are leftover mental energy given from and it's the grim riper job to collect that excess mental energy before it from into a specter and if required to bring back said specters to the underworld. The excess mental energy is used as fuel and food in the underworld.

-The Secret Scientists from The Secret Saturdays is a division under the control of the SCP Foundation made of field op researchers under the direct supervision of one of the O5 operatives. It's unknown which O5 they work for and it's unknown if it's only one O5 is commanding them.

-Most freed SuperJail prisoners end up as D class personal in the SCP Foundation when "released".

-It's believed that Warden is a powerful high-level demon probably a Duke Of Hell in most likelihood, another group say he's an augmented human who reached a level of augmented that he's nearing godhood as when he tells about his backstory he talks like he was a normal human but that all could be a lie, others say he's an old one in disguise and finally, some say he's something else completely but it's unknown if any of the above claims are true or falses.
-Warden is known to have a friendship and a rivalry with Dr. Wondertainment. Some believe that Warden is Dr. Wondertainment and vice versa but this has not been proven.
-SuperJail is also known to work with many secret organizations in many different ways.

-The SCP Foundation was a branch of the Plumbers on earth that broke off for unknown reasons and works in the shadows to protect humanity.
-Despite separating the SCP Foundation keeps an applicable relationship with the Plumbers and work like sister organizations on earth.

-Demons of the world are actually the offspring of the old one's children who somehow delivered free will giving them the ability to reset the calling of their progenitors and have developed on their own.

-Black Hat is Nyarlathotep in one of his many forms most significantly the 'Black Man' of the witch-cult from H.P. Lovecraft "The Dreams in the Witch House" (1933).
-Kur is a great old one.
-Him is a great one.
-Nergal is a weakened great one that once was held as a god on earth in the ancient past but now is in an injured state thanks to the fights against Aku when Aku matches into his territory on earth and other great ones leading to his current state.
-Aku is a fragment of a powerful outer god that was sent to earth for unknown reasons.

-Wacky Races despite being an illegal even it somehow it randomly happens somewhere around the world with over 70 drivers attending every year and can't be stopped until someone wins. If anyone tries to stop the event is found they will be forced to join, made to give up on any plans to stopped the event, or mysteriously go MIA.

-It's unknown if the talking animals of this world are science experiments gone wrong or demons. 

-Billy's cat Milkshake might be a demon as there is no such thing as a natural pink hair cat. Milkshake is also a known distant relative of the Pink Panther.

- The Kids Next Door is one of the training program and a branch organization of the Plumbers to find future Plumbers candidates on earth. The SCP Foundation is also known to recruit members of Kids Next Door when they aren't deemed Plumber material but are still deemed good enough to join them. If a kid doesn't join either group or been shown unable to continue in the program they are mindwipe and given flaws memories to live normally without being able to recall their wiped memories.
-Kids who go missing on missions must be conformed dead, compromise or MIA then marked compromise if missing for too long as secret organizations are known to take kids from the program for numerous reasons.

-The underworld is an accessible separated plain of experience that can be travel back and forth between many different plains. The underworld is also separated into two sections known as Hell and Border. Hell is used to extract the mental energy from specters and where the underworld energy plants are located. The border is where we usually where Billy and Mandy go in the show.
-There will also be heaven that is an unaccessible separated plain of experience that only allows kind and neutral (I use the two terms loosely) "gods" to live in or slumber as they pleased.

Tags: Horror, R-18, Mad MC, Crossover World, Cartoon Fanfic, SCP

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A Cartoon Network fanfic that you didn't even know you wanted!

Let's follow our mc, a mad scientist, who was somehow reincarnated in The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy as Billy's, as one of the original three main characters he's not so lovable fool but a crazy fool that dreams of the impossible.

Now let's see him try to figure out the secrets of his new world along with a bossy and rude blond hair girl, and the all-powerful grim reaper as their best friend who for some odd reason speaks in a Jamaican accent but in all actuality is pretty much their personal butler.

Jinxing told Xiaojun about their romantic encounter in high school. His eyes were sparkling, and he didn't stop giggling, "At that moment, I was so awed by your coolness, Xiao-Ge! I didn't know someone as cool as you would read a philosophy book like me!"
'… Should I tell him the book I read back then was about gay romance? I mean, I don't remember reading any philosophy book, just lots of BL manga, gay romance, and magical girls?'
Xiaojun was silent, but he kept listening to Jinxing's story.
***
After that fateful day, Jinxing wanted to talk to Senior Feng more. But Senior Feng was very busy and also extremely popular. Jinxing couldn't get close to Senior Feng, knowing how rabid his fans were.  
Days passed until one year of Jinxing acted like a stalker, silently gazing at the famous Senior Feng from afar. Each day, he could see how Senior Feng helped many people. Whether it was a man or woman, he would help them.
So Jinxing could only sigh while staring at the gorgeous Senior Feng.
Until Valentine came, and Senior Feng got tons of chocolate that should be enough to feed his entire class for two days straight.
Jinxing also had his chocolate. He bought it two days ago when he flew to Belgium with a private jet to buy the chocolate for Senior Feng.
He was a bit disheartened looking at the amount of chocolate and gifts that Senior Feng got, but in the end, he braced himself and approached Senior Feng, who was washing his face after a physical education class.  
"S—Senior Feng…"  
Xiaojun wiped his face with his shirt and then looked at the scrawny boy in front of him, "Ah… you are… Xiang, right? What's up?"
Jinxing's heart was beating faster when Senior Feng remembered his name. He blushed involuntarily and lowered his head, "T—That… um… this is valentine day and um… I want to give you these…"
Jinxing slowly handed a box of expensive-looking chocolate and another box of… beef stew.
Xiaojun frowned, "This is for me? Also, the beef stew?"
"Y—Yes, I cooked it myself. I believe it will suit your taste, Senior Feng…" Jinxing answered.
"Alright then, thank you," Xiaojun accepted the gift. Before he could say anything, Jinxing ran away embarrassedly like a shoujo protagonist.  
"Hm…" honestly, Xiaojun was not interested in the chocolate. He got a lot of chocolate enough to become Willy Wonka. But he was interested in the beef stew.
Xiaojun opened the lid and used the chopstick to taste the beef stew. It was mind-blowingly amazing that he couldn't even describe the taste, "Holy crap! This is amazing!"  
Xiaojun was impressed and ate the whole stew. As someone who rarely ate home cooking, this beef stew melt in his mouth. He wanted to thank Jinxing, but he was already gone, and he didn't know his class as well, "Ah, well, I think I should wait until the white day to thank him for such nice stew."
On the white day, Jinxing saw Senior Feng didn't seem to any gift for the girls that gifted him chocolate during valentine. It was both a relief and grief for Jinxing.
He was secretly happy that Senior Feng didn't seem to like anyone, but he was also sad because Senior Feng didn't seem to put him in his eyes.  
Until he saw Senior Feng under the same lush tree, he sat on the bench with a small box of white chocolate and a lucky charm.  
'Is he waiting for someone here?' Jinxing thought. He doubted Senior Feng was waiting for him.  
Senior Feng waited for more than an hour until he fell asleep on the bench. Jinxing started cursing the girl who let Senior Feng waited for more than one hour, 'What an ungrateful girl! Letting Senior Feng wait for so long!'
Jinxing felt that his heart was hurting for Senior Feng, so he approached Senior Feng to wake him up, "S—Senior Feng…"
Jinxing shook Senior Feng's shoulder few times until Feng Xiaojun woke up.
He rubbed his eyes and saw the person he had been waiting for for more than an hour, "Ah, Xiang, where have you been? I have been waiting there for more than an hour."
Ba-dump!
Jinxing's heart beat faster when Senior Feng said that "S—Senior Feng is waiting for me?"  
Xiaojun nodded, "Of course." Xiaojun handed the box of white chocolate and a lucky charm shaped like a star, "I love your beef stew. It is a fantastic lunch for me. Thank you so much."
Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump!
Jinxing almost fainted out of excitement and embarrassment. But in the end, he accepted it and said, "T—Thank you… Senior Feng."
Xiaojun rubbed Jinxing's head and said, "Well, I have to go now. I need to study a lot for Gaokao."
Xiaojun got up from the bench and left Jinxing.  
Jinxing stared at the bench and quietly sat on the place where Senior Feng sat before. It was still warm with the trace of Senior Feng's light sandalwood perfume. It made Jinxing feel that he was sitting on Senior Feng's lap.
"Out of everyone, Senior Feng decided to give someone like me his white chocolate…"
Jinxing opened the box and ate the white chocolate while imagining Senior Feng feeding him the chocolate. He blushed again. He finally realized that Senior Feng was indeed his first love…
Jinxing usually hated sweet chocolate, but he could eat the entire sweet chocolate and still crave more from this box.
Ah… I want more…'


[On Hiatus, busy with other novel but I will not abandon this novel, thank you for your patience.]
*WFP #29: Role Reversal Gold winner*
*A BL Slice of life and romcom novel!* 

Who doesn't know Feng Xiaojun? 
Tall, handsome, rich, and also the CEO of Feng Group.
He is a dream CEO that everybody imagined in that typical CEO romance story.

But the CEO holds a deep, darkest secret imaginable...
Feng Xiaojun is a hardcore, rotten Fudanshi who loves binge reading BL/Yaoi stories every time, even at work.

"Sir, how about our meeting schedule this morning?" - Secretary Shi.

"Reschedule it, I'm sick today," - Feng Xiajoun who binge read on Killing Stalking the whole night.
***
This story has:
- Your not so typical CEO.
- Relatable, slice of life comedy about BL readers (Fujo/Fudanshi)
- Cute BL romance!

*Although slow, I will never drop this story, don't worry!*

This is a side, fun project of mine!
***
Original cover drawn by my friend, SleepyKola.

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