#wonka x reader

As usual, Willy had some sweets hidden in his pocket which, he presented to me on the palm of his hand.

"They're Midnight Macarons," he said as I studied the dainty cookie-like treat, which was a shade lighter than his signature plum coat.

He split the dessert down the middle and handed me a half. I smiled and accepted it, gratefully.

"They're meant to help people relax and sleep well at night," he said, placing the other half in his mouth. "I figured after a long week, we could use some rest."

Right on cue, he let a yawn.

"I guess it's working," I replied with a chuckle.

Willy gave me a sleepy smile and snuggled up closer to me. I reached my hand into my pocket and pulled out an envelope.

"Before you drift off to Dreamland, I want to show this to you," I said, handing the envelope to him.

He took it and began to read. I smiled to myself, watching his eyes dance excitedly across the page. It amazed me how quickly he learned to read. Willy liked to say that I was the reason for that, but I credited his eagerness for his quick mastering of the alphabet and printed words.

"We got invited to a ball?" Willy asked, his eyes widening with excitement.

"Yes, the invitation was in the mailbox this morning," I replied. "It's a social event for inventors and artists."

This caught his attention. He sat up, quickly, canceling out any effect the macaron had on him as he began bombarding me with questions.

"That sounds marvelous! When is it? Do we have to travel far? Do we need to dress up? Can I bring my new chocolates?" he asked, and I had to laugh at his sudden surge of energy.

"Whoa! Slow down there! It's next weekend at 8:00 p.m. The dress code is formal. All inventors and artists are encouraged to bring their creations, so I can't see why anyone would disapprove of free samples," I replied with a smile.

I could see the metaphorical light bulb going off in his brain, or perhaps, it was simply the fact that he was standing under the single light source in the loft. 

"I can see it now. Truffles! Macarons! Eclairs! They will be the best treats that I've ever produced. In fact, I better go work on them right now!" he said, rushing to his feet.

The sleepy man who was dozing off on my shoulder was replaced by an energetic one, whom I sensed would not be getting an ounce of sleep that night.

"Willy! It's 10 o'clock! Can't this wait until tomorrow?" I asked with a chuckle.

"I need to get work to leave a good impression on the artists and inventors, so they can see the beauty of candy making!" he proclaimed.

"If anyone can do it, I have no doubt that it will be you," I said.

He leaned in to kiss my cheek, and I giggled under the softness of his touch.

"They will be the best treats that any ball has ever seen! I won't let you down!" he said, as he practically skipped out of the room.

I chuckled because even the mere thought of being disappointed in him was quite comedic. I loved that man, and my head was too far gone over my heels for him to ever consider a life without him.

He hummed to himself, muttering under his breath things he needed to add, throwing open the cupboard doors, reaching up for small canisters. Popping them open, he added small dashes of herbs and spices, his sleeves rolled up to his elbow, curls pushed back from his forehead as steam rose up and dampened the loose locks. He was so utterly absorbed in his craft that he rarely noticed anyone come in unless they spoke to him. He didn't notice you watching right now.

He dipped the spoon inside the sauce, tasting it once again, thinking for a moment before turning back to the cupboard, "needs more salt..." he muttered to himself, immediately correcting the flavour, finally satisfied as it simmered in the pot. The pink tip of his tongue poking out between his lips in concentration.

"Willy", You called out with a small smile, finally stepping into the kitchen and setting down the crate on the small table in the middle of the room. He turned to you, watching as the box hit the table with a thud.

"You shouldn't have carried that down here all by yourself, I could have helped", Willy said, instantly moving to take the box from your hands, his warm fingers brushing yours.

"Mathew told me to" You told him, still smelling the aroma of cooking food. Willy shook his head.

"I got it" he reassured you, moving to help you unpack the things from the crate, "just what I needed!"

You turned your head, glancing at him as he pulled out an empty jar, cracking it open with a smile.

“You think I can have this? I wanted a jar to store my chocolate in” He asked you, holding the jar in his hand, his eyes bright and earnest as he asked.

You nodded softly, “Of course, I don’t think anyone is using it”

He grinned brightly, replacing the airtight lid, “I’ve been working on this new chocolate. I’ve found a way to keep the inside gooey and creamy whilst keeping a crisp outer shell”

You paused, glancing up at him when he said that. Chocolate where the inside is kept in an almost liquid form? It sounded too good to be true. And whether it’s any good was another thing but this was Willy Wonka’s chocolate you were talking about here. He has made some of the best chocolate you’ve ever tasted.

“Can I try?” You asked hesitantly, tilting your head, brows furrowing.

“Of course you can. Here” he moved to his satchel, finding a small piece of the chocolate he made earlier. He handed it to you. As you inspected it, the outside was solid chocolate, however upon biting into it, the inside was creamy and soft, unlike its hard outershell.

Willy’s entire face lit up as you took your first bite, watching as you eyes widened in ecstasy at how the chocolate practically melted against your tongue. That was his favourite part, witnessing people’s reactions to his creations which he poured his whole heart into.

“What do you think? Do you like it?” He asked excitedly. He pulled up a chair beside you, folding his legs underneath him, watching your reaction as if it were the most thrilling experience, "The chocolate glaze comes from cocoa beans I found from the last port."

"It really is good", You expressed, nodding. He smiled softly, relieved, watching you take another bite, pushing the rest of the chocolate into your mouth, feeling the soft creamy inside melt against your tongue, coating it in a sweet sugary nectar.

"I hope to open my own shop one day, so I can share my chocolate with the rest of the world" Willy told you with a smile.

"I really do hope you get to open your own shop" you leaned closer to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "You deserve it"

His breath caught in his throat and he sat perfectly still. The kiss wasn't on his lips but it might as well have been. His skin tingled where your lips had touched, his cheeks burning a soft pink. He stared at you for a moment, "I deserve it for cooking?"

"Well, amongst other things, you really have been a big help" You told him with a soft smile, "If anyone deserves it, it's you"

"That's very kind of you..." Those simple words were better than any endorsement. So genuine and kind. His heart hammered against his chest before he cleared his throat, moving to stand up and turn the heat off on the stove.

He began plating the food with a familiar artistic flourish, heading back towards the table holding a single plate. The plate almost looked too pretty to eat, a perfect golden duck breast, arranged on a bed of crisp greens, drizzled with a rich, glossy raspberry chocolate sauce. He places it in front of you with a proud smile.

"Well, we can't have our only errand girl go hungry, can we?" He grinned.

"It looks and smells divine" you smiled softly, glancing down at the delicately arranged plate.

Willy practically glowed under the praise, leaning in slightly, brushing a stray curl from his forehead, "The raspberry chocolate sauce... it required a bit of finessing, but I believe I've captured the perfect balance of savoury and sweet"

"I'd believe you before even trying it" You smiled. Willy sat back down at the small table, fidgeting with stray utensils, glancing back at you every now and then with a soft look in his eyes. Your brows furrowed, catching his gaze, in which he looked away, fidgeting with his shirt sleeve. You always thought kisses on the cheek were a friendly gesture, but what if, for him, it was something more intimate?

The question hung between you, heavy and thick but sweet, like the warm air of the kitchen. His eyes moved back to meet yours, pupils dilating as his mind raced through the possibilities - friendly gesture or flirty banter? Willy had no clue about romantic relationships, let alone if he was interested in someone. It never really crossed his mind before.

"Would you... Kiss me for real this time? for the food," Willy asked hesitantly, swallowing thickly, glancing at you, waiting for your answer. He looked at you, almost begging you to say yes, brows tugging together.

"Oh..." You were caught off guard, eyes widening as you studied him. Was he being serious? Knowing Willy, he rarely ever said anything unless he meant it. He was honest and sweet. Always spoke his mind.

"Yeah... okay" You breathed out, your eyes never leaving his, nodding slowly. He barely breathed, his heart hammering against his chest, a heavy feeling fluttering within him. Willy began to lean forward, his forearms leaning against the table, his movements cautious. As if he were afraid of this moment, afraid you may turn around and take back your offer.

You also leaned in, seeing a slightly damp curl fall over his forehead, how his eyes sparkled, waiting. His tongue darted out, wetting his lower lip, leaning in, his eyes dropping to your lips. Hovering there, you felt his warm breath against your lips.

Slowly, he tilted his head slightly, holding his breath. You felt his lips brushing against yours, barely a kiss. Then he dipped his head, pressing his lips against yours. A soft, fleeting kiss, warm breaths mingling. His tongue brushing against yours, curls tickled your forehead as he parted, breathing a soft, surprised sigh.

Willy was in his element. Seemingly dancing through the kitchen, dipping a teaspoon into sauces, his lips pursing as he blew to cool down the sauce. Tasting the sauce, letting his tongue lick the spoon whilst he added a few more herbs and spices. The warm sweet scent of melted butter filled your nose and he spooned it into the freshly boiled potatoes, rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, kneading and mashing them.

He pause, sighing, pushing back his chocolate brown curls, turning to you with a smile, “I didn’t hear you come in…”

He paused, his brow furowing, “I’m not late, am I?”

You smiled, shaking your head, “no, no, I’m early” you expressed, stepping into the kitchen. After picking up Willy seven years ago he quickly became the ship’s cook. Of course, no one ever had any complaints. He had to have been the best cook you’ve met. Anything he made turned out delicious, no matter the ingredients he was given.

“Thank goodness” he breathed out a sigh of relief, a small smile making its way back upon his features, “I’d hate to have been late again. I got distracted trying out new chocolate flavours”

“Do you really think you’ll make it to the Galeries Gormet?” You asked, pushing yourself up onto a nearby counter.

“I hope so. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do” He nodded with a sad smile, moving his hand into his pocket, pulling out small drawstring bag. He opened it, pulling out a dark brown square and dropping it into the sauce on the stove top.

“What’s that?” You asked, nodding towards the bag.

“What this? It’s chocolate” he claimed.

“Chocolate?” You gasped, your eyes widening.

“Of course. Chocolate makes everything taste better” he nodded, grabbing the wooden spoon and stirring it in. Willy turned, picking up the tea spoon again and dipping it int the sauce, blowing on it before pushing the spoon between the lips, humming to himself and nodding. He dipped the spoon in again and held it up to you.

“Go on, try it” he encouraged, feeding you the sauce. It was warm and creamy, you could taste the sweet caramelised onion. It was little tangy and salty from meat juices but they were balanced out by the bitter dark chocolate.

“It’s good right?” He asked with a small grin, moving to plate everything, the buttery mashed potatoes, sausages from the last port and veggies seasoned in thyme and garlic, all of which complimented the sauce nicely.

“Mhm, really good” you nodded with a smile. He sighed whistfully, crossing his arms over his chest.

“When we get to there, I’ll finally be able to share my chocolate creations with the world” He expressed. You smiled softly, moving to help with the plates.

“I don’t know what we’ll do without you, Willy, we’ll starve to death” you told him with a small smile. He chuckled, shaking his head.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, anyone can cook” he said.

“No one can cook as good as you” you told him, watching as he drizzled the sauce over the food.

“It’s nothing special just… trial and error, like chocolate. Once you know what flavours do what it’s easy to mix and match” Willy explained to you, brushing off what he does as something that anyone can do. He really couldn’t see how amazing what he did was.

“Come on, it’ll get cold” Willy expressed, gesturing towards the food, “It’ll taste better warm”

You smiled, nodding, picking up a knife and fork, cutting into the meat, coating it in the sauce, letting the warm liquid coating your tongue, chewing it slowly. You let out a hum of approval, nodding.

“This really is good” you said to him, going in for another forkful. Willy leaned against the table, chin in his hand, watching you eat with sparkling eyes. As if your enjoyment was his, seeing you eat what he cooked and enjoying it was enough for him.

“I’m happy you like it” he expressed with a smile, sitting up straight and wiping his hands on a nearby towel, “I thought you’d like it, it’s similar to the food you said you’d eat back home, I tried my best to make something similar”

Your fork scraped against the china plate, glancing up at him as he cleaned up pots and pans, “really? You remembered that?”

“Of course I did. It was important to you,” Willy explained, wiping his hands on the towel again and stepping closer to you, “I wanted you to have the taste of home away from home”

It was a small thing but that mean everything to you. Cusine at home was different to what you had gotten used to on the boat, a lot of sea food and on the occasion meats from local markets by ports. The moment Willy saw the meat and potatoes he knew it would be his chance to try and replicate something you described enjoying back at home.

“It’s probably not exactly the same but at least it came out good” Willy explained.

“It’s perfect, Willy, thank you” you said, glancing at him with a soft smile, standing up and pulling him into a hug, “it taste’s better than home, Willy, because you made it”

His arms wrapped around your waist with a smile, holding you in warm the embrace, “I’m glad you think so…” he muttered, feeling you press a kiss against his cheek as you pulled away.

As time dragged on, though, you didn't know what to think anymore. You were head over heels in love with the man and ready to spend the rest of your life with him...but was this what it would always be like? Would you always come second? It started to feel...lonely.

Boring evenings began to bleed into one another. Like any other recent evening, you sat solemnly in the study of your childhood home, mindlessly thumbing through a book when the unmistakable creak of the letter slot on the front door broke through your doldrums. Intrigued, you gathered your skirts and shuffled over to investigate. Seeing the very recognizable gold filigree "W" on the envelope caused your heart to race. Your fingers fumbled in your haste to open it, sending the ripped envelope to the floor.

You looked up at your mother's grandfather clock and groaned. It was already 6:05. "Willy! You could have at least given me more time to get ready!"

"Mr. Wonka requests your presence at the water fountain at town center at 7pm - Lofty."

As frustrated as you were, you had to admit this was the most exciting thing that had happened in months. You giddily held the envelope to your chest and spun around before sprinting to your room to ready yourself.

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At exactly 7:00 sharp, you stepped into the town center, hurriedly smoothing back the hairs loosened by your hasty jaunt down the cobblestone roadway. You looked around through the dim, warm light cast by the streetlamps, but there was no sign of the lanky chocolatier. Disappointed, you sank down onto the ledge of the fountain with a loud sigh.

"[Y/N]!" you heard Willy call out behind you minutes later, just as you started getting fidgety from waiting. You turned toward the familiar voice in time to see a grin break out across his face when your eyes met his.

You just couldn't stay mad, no matter how hard you tried, and answered his smile with your own.

Willy closed the gap between you in two long strides. One arm wound around your waist while the other hid behind his back. He pulled you in for a deep, hungry kiss before leaning away just enough to nuzzle your nose with his.

"Close your eyes," Willy whispered, warm breath grazing your cheek.

"But I haven't seen you in forever," you whined, tangling your fingers in his curls.

He chuckled at your protest. "I know, my love. It's just for a moment. I promise." You closed your eyes in reluctant compliance and felt the warmth from his body wane as he stepped back. "Hold out your hand."

A smooth, hard, object was gently placed in your outstretched palm.

"Now, open your eyes. I'm sorry I was so late. I couldn't get the bow just right. And it...it just really needed to be perfect tonight."

Your eyes shifted down to the item in your hand. It was a wooden box, masterfully hand carved and tied shut with a soft red velvet bow. With his hands now free, Willy drew a paisley handkerchief from his coat pocket and wiped his forehead nervously.

You drew the box closer to examine it more closely. Your fingers carefully traced the incredibly detailed tulips, your favorite flower, that adorned each side.

"Did you carve this?" you asked in disbelief. His skills never ceased to amaze you.

Willy nodded. "But that's not the best part. Go on," he nudged, gesturing to the bow.

With your unoccupied hand, you gently pulled the ribbon's tail, feeling somewhat guilty for undoing his hard work. A light gasp escaped your lips when you lifted the lid. Nestled in a protective bed of plush velvet laid the most ornate ring you had ever laid eyes on, a deep red oval garnet set into delicate gold prongs shaped like tulip petals that glinted in the flickering light of the streetlamp.

"Oh, Willy...is...is this what you have been working on? It's exquisite!"

Without a word, Willy pulled the box away and laid it gently on the ledge of the fountain. Steeling himself with a deep breath, he took the ring and knelt down on one knee, never loosening his grasp of your left hand.

You sucked in a shuddering breath. "Oh my..."

"[Y/N L/N]. Out of all the wonders that I've seen around the world and across the seas, none hold a candle to you. Nobody, nowhere has felt like home since my mother passed. I have been wandering aimlessly until I found you. My north star. Building a future with you would be my greatest adventure yet, if you'll have me."

Your eyes stung with tears, smudging Willy out of focus. "Oh, Willy [sniffle]...yes! Yes, of course!"

Willy launched upward like a rocket, crowing victoriously as he picked you up and spun you around. When you were stable on the ground again, he slid the gold band onto your left ring finger. Somehow he managed a perfect, effortless fit.

You tilted your hand back and forth, mesmerized by how the gem caught the light. Unable to contain himself, Willy pulled you into an embrace before dipping you back for another kiss. "Happy, my love?" he asked, eyes pooling with unshed tears.

"I am now."

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Masterlist

The sweet aroma of chocolate and caramel filled the air, mingling with the hum of machinery and the faint, whimsical tunes of the Oompa Loompas as they worked in the background. Willy Wonka, with his vibrant purple coat and signature top hat tilted slightly askew, was striding through the factory, his cane tapping rhythmically on the floor. But today, his usual focus on his candy empire was entirely derailed by one thing—or rather, one person.

His wife, Y/N, was seated near the caramel mixing station, completely unaware of the mischief brewing in Willy’s mind. She was absorbed in watching the caramel’s glossy swirl, the soft glow of the factory lights reflecting off its surface. She loved moments like these—moments where she could quietly enjoy the magic of Willy’s world without interruption.

Willy, however, had other plans. He stopped a few feet away from her, his blue eyes sparkling with playful energy as he tilted his head, observing her. She looked beautiful, as she always did, but there was something about her calm focus that made him want to disturb her peace in the most endearing way possible.

Clearing his throat dramatically, Willy stepped closer, the heels of his shoes clicking softly against the tiled floor. Y/N looked up at him, her lips curving into a warm smile.

“What’s that look for?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at the mischievous grin plastered on his face.

Willy didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned on his cane, peering at her as though he were studying one of his latest candy inventions. “You’ve got something,” he said finally, his tone light and teasing.

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Something? Where?”

He pointed vaguely at her face, his finger hovering in the air. “Right there. On your nose.”

Instinctively, Y/N’s hand flew up to her face, brushing at her nose. “Did I get it?”

Willy’s grin widened, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Nope, still there. Hold still!”

Before she could react, he leaned in, his finger darting out to gently boop the tip of her nose. His touch was soft but precise, and the moment lingered in the air as Y/N blinked in surprise.

“Boop!” he exclaimed, his voice lilting with pure delight.

“Willy!” she cried, her laughter bubbling up as she swatted his hand away. “What was that for?”

“For fun,” he replied with a dramatic flourish, spinning his cane in a circle before resting it on his shoulder. “A nose as cute as yours deserves a boop every now and then.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the smile spreading across her face. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“Insufferably in love with you,” he quipped, leaning closer so their faces were mere inches apart. His grin softened into something warmer as he added, “I couldn’t resist. You looked too serious staring at all that caramel.”

“Well, someone has to keep an eye on things while you’re busy being a menace,” she teased, poking his chest lightly.

“Oh, I’ll take that as a compliment,” Willy said, straightening up with exaggerated pride. “After all, isn’t a little mischief the secret ingredient to happiness?”

Before Y/N could reply, Willy leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “You brighten this place more than any candy ever could,” he said softly, his voice losing its playful edge for just a moment.

Y/N’s cheeks warmed at his words, and she reached out to gently tug on his lapel. “You’re lucky you’re charming, Mr. Wonka. Otherwise, I might have thrown caramel at you for that boop.”

“Ah, but what a sweet revenge that would be,” he replied, his grin returning full force.