#wonka x reader

The home you’d grown up in is nothing special and far from fancy, but you do happen to have a spare room. One with an old fold-out bed that’s more comfortable than it looks. It may have been stupid, but you couldn't help but trust him. Want to help him, feel this pull to him…

That was weeks ago. Almost a month now.

Willy living with you, under your roof, feels oddly natural. Like it had been years that the two of you had been co-existing, he fits into your space like he was destined to come to you. Like he belongs there; the two of you working together like a well oiled machine.

You cook dinner, he washes the dishes and wipes down the counters. The house has never been neater. Even though you try to deny them, every day when he returns from the Gallery Gourmet, he leaves silver shillings in the key bowl on the kitchen table.

“It’s not much…but I want to make sure I’m paying my way. I’m real appreciative of all you’ve done for me” he tells you so earnestly it makes you blush. You sneakily slip his sovereigns in the pockets of his trousers when you do his laundry.

He doesn't know it but he’s helped you too. And not just by scrubbing dishes.

You truly hadnt realized how lonely you were until he came along, and you were terrified of losing your found companion. You’d hold on to him for as long as he’d allow.

Your new favorite time of the day is the evenings; quiet ones. With a fire burning in the hearth and the radio playing softly. You and Willy curl up on the couch, warm in your respective quilts. And read. Well, you read to him. At his persistent insistence.

“Aren't you tired of me blabbing yet?” you tease as you pick up the dog eared copy of The Hobbit that the two of you had been working your way through.

Willy gives you a grin, all boyish and crooked “Never that. I adore the way you tell stories”

That makes your stomach swoop dangerously and you shake your head “You’re a flatter, Mr. Wonka”

“No, no. Your voice is more melodic than the bells of Notre Dame” and when he says things like that to you, how are you not supposed to swoon? From any other man it would make you scoff, but from Willy his compliments always feel different.

Like maybe he’s telling the truth…

You ignore it and change the subject to something that feels safer “One day i'm gonna put you in front of a map and make you show me all the places you’ve been”

“Honestly, It would probably be easier to mark off the few places I haven't been-”

“Oh ho ho ho. How modest of you, great explorer” You tease around a laugh and his ears redden a bit at your ribbing.

“It's not like that and you know it” Willy defends “It was a lot less glamorous than it sounds. I spent seven years under the deck scrubbing pots and then collecting ingredients for my chocolate whenever we made port”

“And wooing girls on every continent?” I ask and that blush on his ears spreads to the high apples of his cheeks.

He’s a pretty one and you know even though he pretends to be demure, might come off as innocent, he’s anything but.

You’d gotten a small taste of it, and hadn't thought of anything else since. But neither of you had quite mustered the bravery to talk about that yet.

The two of you settle in on the old worn couch with mugs of steaming hot chocolate, courtesy of Willy. He’d spoiled you rotten, made you develop a terrible sweet tooth. Any cavities you develop, you’re completely blaming on him.

“Willy” you whine.

“Just try it, please. I made this recipe especially for you”

You take a sip.

The first rush of flavor over your taste buds has your eyes fluttering.

“Mmm, oh my god” you can't help but moan. It’s the most complex thing you’ve ever tasted. Truly. He’s outdone himself- cinnamon and warmth.The kind that feels like a a lovers embrace. Sweet milk chocolate. Is that a hit of rose? “This is insane, what’s in this?”

At your praise Willy smiles like the cat that caught the canary “Cinnamon bark from Sri Lanka, Wild roses from China. Coconut milk”

You look over at him, appraising. Trying to figure out why his voice has taken on that husk. Why his eyes are boring into so intensely.

“What a peculiar combination of flavors” you whisper and Willy bites his lip.

“Its become my favorite combination lately” he admits “but I can't seem to get it quite right. You see, I was allowed to taste it only once, and its tormented me since”

Your breath hitches. Flashes of tangling tongues tongues and his lips pressed against yours. It had only been one kiss but it had wreaked havoc on you since.

You eyeball the mug in your hands. Maybe you weren't the only one suffering with the after effects after all.

“Is this chocolate supposed to taste like?...”

“You. Yes. Your kiss. Your tongue and your lips” Willy nods. “I don't know if anything can come close to the real thing, but I tried”

Your heart thunders behind your ribcage. The longing in his voice matches the one within your gut, the need that had been brewing.

“I’ve spent hours. Thinking of you, trying to imitate your taste so that I could have it one more time. Spicy, but not quite. More warm. Sweet…the floral note from your lipstick. I’ve been nearly everywhere and i’ve never sampled anything quite like it”

With his confession, the thin thread of control snaps.

You’d been trying, so hard. Trying not to scare him away. Trying to keep the intensity of your feelings at bay so that he’d stay, even after he secured his shop. That he wouldnt leave you when he found success-

You place the mug down on the old wood of the side table-

“Please” Willy’s pathetic as he grabs at your arm “Don't go, I understand if this was too much but I- I didn't know how else to show you”

You lean into his touch, not away and that seems to calm him if only just.

Of course this sweet silly man couldn't just tell you that he cared for you. That was not his style. He was bad with words, so much better with his hands. To him, he’d shown you the most sincere form of devotion, crafted your portrait with his most loved medium.

“I feel the same” you say, voice quivering just the tiniest bit. His eyes melt and he comes in close, forehead knocking against yours.

When you kiss him its hot from the start. It’s wet and electric, charged with emotion. With desperation. Willy’s sinewy hands are all over you, cupping your chin, squeezing your waist, so much more bold this time. The waiting had lowered any inhibitions he might have had.

It’s frantic, him unbuttoning your blouse and you tugging at his trousers.

You need more. Need to feel his dark silky hair between your fingers, his pale skin under your palms.

Nothing feels like enough. Not when he mouths at your garment covered breasts or when you wiggle out of your skirt.

You reach into his boxers, wanting to palm at the blood hot hardness you’ll find there-

He groans and pulls his mouth away from your neck, where he’d been suckling marks into the delicate skin. “Wait, don’t”

“Why?” you’re confused, you can feel him. Firm and needy under the cloth.

“Because I want to take care of you first. With my mouth. If you’ll let me”

And oh. Oh.

All you can do is nod. Lay back and let him take what he needs, you feel more vulnerable than ever before. When he blankets you with his body, you realize that you also feel safer. Adored by this man, by this odd beautiful man.

Willy is a tactile person. He wants to touch and taste. And so that is what he does.

There’s so much to feel. Your heavy breasts, peaked with hard little nipples that he swirls his tongue round. Your belly and wide hips, so soft, so much give, he watches his fingers dig in and indent. Your thighs, so plush.

He buries his head between them. And inhales, deeply.

“Willy!” you exclaim, scandalized, trying to close your legs, but he shoulders his way deeper.

“You smell so good” Willy reassures you, his nose pressed against the wet patch on your knickers. Groaning like it’s the best scent in the world.

He takes his time, savors the moment as he peels the damp fabric away. His eyes locked on how the strings of slick stretch and shine in the low fire light. You’re so wet, the puffy lips of your cunt sopping already. And when he takes his first tentative lap, he knows that he could do this for hours and there's no way he’d ever be able to replicate it.

Nectar from the gods. Earthy and sour sweet.

You whimper as he feasts, as he gorges greedily. The sight of his dark head bobbing between your thighs makes you shudder. It’s almost unreal. That he’s doing this, that he wants you. His arms are wrapped around the back of your thighs, holding them up, holding you open.

You come for the first time with your fingers buried in his hair, pressing his face deep into you. Riding his nose and tongue.

For the second time you’re arching away from the sharp pleasure.

“Willy” you choke on your whines as his fingers reach deep into you, hitting that sensitive place inside over and over. You’re shaking with overstimulation, but hes groaning like he’s the one being brought to orgasm over and over.

He pulls his wet mouth away every so often. To tell you how beautiful you are. How good you taste.

“I can’t” you whisper, warningly.

“Please” Willy insists, his breath against your clit “One more, one more for me”

You can't deny him anything, can you?

You arch right up from the couch cushions, squealing as you hit that peak again. But this time is different, this time something inside you bursts, pushing wetness out in a flood.

Willy lets out a gutted sound from where he’s smothered by your thighs, that have tightened vice like around his head during your orgasm.

Coming down from it is almost painful and you’ve never sobbed from pleasure but well. There’s a first time for everything. While you shake and shiver Willy’s gentle, petting your thighs and tummy in soothing circles. Pulling away from your over sensitive flesh.

He stares up at you, his gaze heavy and his tongue poking out every few seconds. Swiping at his wet lips. Like he can't stop tasting you. It’s debauched. Beautiful.

“You are the best thing i’ve ever tasted” Willy pants out the vow, raw with honesty. Drunk on the flavor of you.

Wryly, you wonder if he’ll try to manufacture it into a truffle. A fancy bon bon.

You smile as he climbs back fully on top of you, your arms wrapping around him and holding him close. You kiss the shell of his ear before whispering-

“My turn to taste you”

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The boy had arrived a couple of weeks ago to turn the world of everyone present in the laundry upside down and, honestly, you were already beginning to enjoy his presence. You looked in the background at the blackboard that Noodle used at night to give him lessons in the hope that he would learn to read because, according to the girl's words, because of that he was almost eaten by a tiger. But in the man's words, what was important was the almost part. 

However, tonight he had asked you especially to go to his room, because he had a problem that he thought only you could solve.

“I think so, I just have to pass the needle a couple of times” you smiled.

Since your arrival Mrs. Scrubbit had used your sewing skills for her own benefit, because after all you had ended up in that mess trying to save a little to be able to buy the necessary materials to make a pretty dress that would be worth enough to advance in the business. Although, obviously, that had not been possible.

"Thank you! I'm afraid that's my only jacket."

“It will be ready in no time. I’ll just go to my room and come back, okay?” you said kindly, placing the garment in the boy's lap and earning a sweet smile from the aforementioned.

Just as Willy had his little briefcase for his chocolates, you had your own, full of threads, needles, and buttons, which you just had to grab from the floor to get everything you needed. When you arrived back you settled at the little table and he remained attentive to your every movement, pulling out a chair so he could observe what you were about to do.

“There was a boy on the ship who helped me with these things,” he began to tell you, keeping his curious nose on your shoulder “But I never thought about learning. You know, for when I had to be alone”

“Well, it's lucky you ended up here. We are a curious collection of workers,” you murmured ironically, referring to all the people gathered there against their will by the work of fate "What did you do on the ship?"

"Cook. Mostly sweet things, but I also know a couple of useful non-chocolate-related recipes. I was the chef,” he said, and you laughed at the exaggerated way he pronounced the last bit.

Willy began to tell you about some of the adventures he had had on the high seas and you listened attentively as the tip of the needle went in and out to join the fabric. It only took a few minutes to get his clothes looking like new, taking the liberty of repairing other places that also needed it.

“Put it on,” you asked, trying not to look at him too much when he did so or pay attention to the way the jacket fit him perfectly.

"It is perfect! You can't even tell it was torn, huh?” he said with emotion, feeling with his hands as much as he could. “How much do I owe you?”

“Oh, it's nothing.”

“I insist,” the man murmured. His curly hair bounced across his cheeks as he sat next to you and he lifted his small briefcase off the floor, opening it to reveal all the little bottles of ingredients. “Your talent for mine. It's a fair exchange."

You had to admit that the chocolates you had eaten were a complete delicacy, but a part of you didn't want to get used to that luxury or you knew that when Willy was gone you would miss his sweetness. In the literal and figurative sense.

Locked in that laundry it was impossible to meet many people your age and Noodle was your greatest company, as if he were a little sister to you. But now that he was there, there was a certain happiness in chatting with him, much more now that his ingenious mind had devised a way to get you out of there even if it was just for a few hours to see the light of day and get coins from the sale of the chocolates to free you of the enormous debt to Mrs. Scrubbit.

“What flavor do you want to try today? Do you want me to add some unicorn skin glitter? Rays of sunlight from a twilight on the seashore? Tears of an African crocodile?”

“Just give me something you think I need,” you replied softly.

Willy thought about it for a moment, because it wasn't the kind of answer he would have expected. What was he supposed to give you that night? A little hope? Happiness? Nostalgia? It was difficult to decide.

Through his bright eyes you watched him reflect and just a second later his hands began to work. You noticed there was a hint of mischief in his smile as he poured milk, chocolate, and the contents of a couple of jars into the processor, glancing at you from the corner of his eye from time to time.

“What are you going to do when we get out of here?” he asked suddenly, not neglecting the tasks.

“Working in a sewing workshop, I guess.”

“Why don't you open your own fashion house?” Willy suggested carefreely, as if it were a very easy thing to do, “You are a great dressmaker.”

“And you are a great dreamer”

“It's my best quality,” he exclaimed, almost offended. You waited a moment before answering.

“I just don't think it's that simple. It requires effort, time, and a lot of money…”

“We will have everything,” he interrupted you, with that optimism that characterized him. Suddenly he stopped what he was doing and one of his hands traveled to take yours. “When I open my factory, we will all be able to fulfill our dreams. And you are going to have a fashion house, I promise you.”

“You make a lot of promises,” you responded, blushing.

“And he planned to fulfill them all. I always do it"

Maybe there was something about the softness of his grip on your hand or perhaps the sparkle in his eyes that made you look away out of sheer nervousness. He seemed to be good and innocent, to the point that he probably didn't even realize how close he was to you or how inappropriate the position would be if Noodle ever walked in.

A tap interrupted your moment and then he abruptly pulled away, excited to show you the product he had just made. It was a pretty circular candy that was bright pink and seemed to be emanating smoke from the inside.

"What's that?"

“You'll have to try it to find out,” he murmured, as he extended the treat in your direction.

You had to admit that you were somewhat curious to discover what the man was offering you, so you took it between your fingers carefully, and even under his watchful gaze you took a bite.

At first it tasted like ordinary chocolate, but then it took on a strange tone, which made you feel a certain warmth in your chest that spread to your cheeks. It was a most pleasant feeling, like bubbly joy combined with the embarrassment of a hug.

You thought for a moment about what flavor that could be, without any success, until after a few seconds you realized that it wasn’t a flavor in itself, but a feeling, an experience... Was it love that Willy had given you?

“How does it taste?”

“Yummy,” you responded, covering your mouth so he wouldn’t see the wet chocolate on your tongue, but also to hide your smile “Delicious, actually. What does it contain?”

“A special and secret ingredient”

"Oh, come on! Aren’t you going to tell me?”

“I just want to know if I got it right,” he murmured and you frowned slightly, not understanding him “About what you asked for. Did I give you something you needed?”

You had to bite your lip to keep from smiling again, your cheeks feeling hot from the simple fact that he was looking at you. You thought that this could even be a love potion that you had consumed without thinking about it, just because he was the one who was offering it to you.

“We could say yes”

“We're even, then,” he exclaimed as he waved the sleeve of his jacket and you nodded in amusement, eating the rest of the chocolate he had made for you.

A yawn leaving your lips made you aware of how exhausted you were and although you didn't love the idea, you knew it was time to leave.

“It's late, I should go to sleep before we wake anyone up.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Willy said quickly, getting up from his seat to accompany you to the exit. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Rest,” you said kindly, and, gathering courage, you leaned forward a little to say goodbye with a hug that he gladly returned.

"Who is she?" you asked, nodding at the doll.

He finally turned his head, and the sight made your heart fall. Willy's eyes, usually sparkling with mischief and boyish wonder, were swollen from crying.

"This…this is Wooly," he whispered, his voice cracking. "My mother made her for me. She was a dentist. Terribly boring, but she made wonderful things."

He fell silent, his gaze distant, lost in a memory you couldn't see.

"She had a…a tumor in her brain. I was four. I don't remember much. Not her voice nor her face. It's all blurry," He looked at you then, his eyes pleading for understanding. "But I remember her hands, sewing the ears and eyes. She told me Wooly would keep me safe when she couldn't."

A fresh wave of tears streamed down his face, and he buried his face in the sheep's body. You moved without thinking. You sat down on the edge of the ottoman, close enough that your shoulders were nearly touching.

He stiffened at your proximity, a lifetime of solitude making him wary of touch, but when you didn't move further, he slowly began to relax. After a long moment, you tentatively reached out and placed a hand on his trembling back, rubbing slow, soothing circles.

He didn't pull away. Instead, a choked sob escaped him, and he leaned into your touch just slightly.

"It's not fair," he whispered against the sheep. "I have everything. I have the world's most amazing factory, I have chocolate that can do anything, but I can't…I can't remember her smile."

"You don't have to remember everything clearly for the love to be real, Willy." you said softly, continuing to rub his back.

“But what if…” his voice cracked, fingers tightening around the worn fabric of Wooly, “what if I forget her completely one day? What if she just—” he gestured weakly, like something slipping through his grasp, “—disappears and I'm left wondering if anything was even real?”

You exhaled quietly, your hand never stopping its slow, grounding motion against his back. “Then you hold onto something that is tangible. You said she made Wooly for you. She told you it'd keep you safe.”

A small pause.

“And look at you, Willy. You are safe. You grew up. You built something incredible. You made a place that brings people joy, that makes kids feel like magic is real. She may not be here, and maybe your memories of her aren’t as clear as you wish they were, but her impact is everywhere around you."

Willy sniffed, dragging the sleeve of his shirt across his face in a half hearted attempt to compose himself. It didn’t work very well. His eyes were still red, lashes damp, hair falling messily into his face.

“…I don’t feel very magical right now.” he admitted quietly.

“Yeah, well, even geniuses who build candy empires are allowed to have bad days.” That earned the faintest twitch of his lips.

-

Walking along the street, I’m interrupted by a sea of cheers as a man in an elaborate get-up passes around chocolates and sweets with a strong smile. As he walks through the crowd, people push forward, reaching for the chocolates forcing me forward, almost causing me to fall to the ground.

After nearly tripping over from the force of the crowd, I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn to look at the person, steadying myself.

“Are you alright, miss?” The extravagant man asks.

Looking over him I can’t help but smile a little at his top hat and jacket, finding it endearing combined with his gentle nature.

“I’m okay.” I say as he helps me stabilise myself.

“Would you like a chocolate?” He asks with a new kind of smile, a toothy grin as he extends his arm, a tray of chocolates decorating the plate.

“Thank you but I can’t afford your fancy chocolates.” I deny, looking down a little ashamed as the crowds of people still surround us although they’ve quietened down a bit now.

“They’re free. No price for you, or anyone.” He pauses after saying ‘you’, seemingly forgetting the rest of his sentence.

“Really?” He nods and I reach to take one gently. “Thank you, mister…” I pause, not knowing his name.

“Mr Wonka, chocolatier.” He grins as he tips his hat towards me with a smile.

“Thank you Mr Wonka, the chocolatier.” I smile before seeing him disappear back into the crowds.

I only see him a couple more times as he looks back at me with a smile plastered on his face, his top hat sticking out above the crowds making me chuckle before putting the small chocolate into my mouth, resting it delicately on my tongue.

Closing my mouth, I start to chew the chocolate, truly surprised by the delicious treat. It’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted before. I try to savour it but it’s gone too soon, making me wish it would last forever.

Mr Wonka, a name I would not soon forget, in fact I couldn’t stop thinking about the man: his chocolates, his fashion and most of all his endearing, sweet nature. Walking through the streets, making my way home I ponder whether I would see him again or how. He must have a shop or a stall or something similar, maybe with the other chocolate stores? It doesn’t seem like he’d fit in with those pretentious sellers who seem to have no love for the art of food, let alone chocolate.

After a couple of weeks I had saved up some coins, not enough to get me more than one chocolate I doubt, but it'd be worth it both for the delicious chocolate and to see him again. With my coins in my pocket, I wander through the town centre, keeping my eyes out for the chocolatier but I don’t spot him.

Making it to the palace of chocolate stores I begin to feel the cold nipping at my skin, regretting not bringing my jacket. I walk through the doors, feeling very fancy as I do so, looking at the patterned floors and incredible glass dome roof.

Feeling a slight shiver I hurry along, looking to the stores and suddenly seeing a new store: Wonka. Upon seeing the name I make my way towards the store, taking in the beautiful design and calligraphy.

Walking in I’m instantly taken aback by the extraordinary interior, colourful candy delights disguised as nature causing me to gasp. Frozen, I stand in the door probably looking quite shocked as after a few seconds I feel a tap on my shoulder causing me to turn around, eyes going a little wide at the slight shock.

“Hello miss.” I turn around to see Mr Wonka smiling. “I wasn’t sure if I was going to see you again.”

“You remember me?” I ask, tilting my head slightly confused.

“Of course I do, I only regret that I didn’t ask your name last time we met.”

“(y/n), Mr Wonka.”

“Ah, call me Willy, last names are too formal for me.” He chuckles and I nod before looking around.

“Your store is incredible.” I say, looking around awe-struck.

“Why thank you, would you like a tour?” 

“You’ve probably got more important things to do…” I say quietly with a soft smile.

“Nonsense! What could be more important than showing a woman as lovely as yourself around?” He asks with a charming smile. “Now, what kind of chocolate do you like?”

I think about it for a second, realising how long it’s been since I’ve had chocolate, excluding the last time I bumped into Willy. “The normal kind of chocolate?” I say, unsure.

“Normal kind?” He raises an eyebrow playfully. “Milk chocolate?” I nod.

“I think so, the chocolate you gave me last time was delicious, the best I’ve ever tasted.” I smile.

“Thank you, that means more than you realise.” He says softly, a tone of sincerity. “I’ll make you something special.” He grins. “Do you want to look around for a minute? I won’t keep you waiting too long.” He smiles, I nod before he seems to disappear before I even realise.

I walk towards the river watching as the boat goes round and round, the mechanisms seem incredible. Crouching down by the river I reach for a flower, inspecting the treat before taking a tentative bite from the petal. I let out a sigh, the treat tasting even better than I thought it would. Standing back up I take the flower with me, nibbling on the petals as I walk around the store, in awe at all the beautiful decorations.

A few seconds later, Willy pops up from out of nowhere, startling me slightly but with a small box in his hand.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” He offers a small smile. He removes the lid from the box revealing a set of three chocolate hearts with delicate piping on top.

“Wow, these are beautiful.” I say, staring at the artwork.

“Hearts for a sweetheart,” He grins, flustering me a little.

“Thank you… How much do these cost?” I ask, trying not to be awkward but failing.

“Nothing, well except that I get to see your reaction, I think you’ll like them. I based them off of the chocolate you had a couple of weeks ago but made them better.”

“Are you sure? I have some coins.” I reach into my pocket, pulling out some coins but fumbling them leading multiple to fall to the ground. “Shit, sorry…” I say quietly before crouching down and reaching for the coins.

Willy does the same helping me pick up the coins as his hand accidentally brushes against mine. We both look up at each other before I look away embarrassed. He holds my hand, turning it over and placing the coins in my hand before folding my hand, covering the coins. He brings my hand up to his face, pressing his lips against my wrist with a small smile.

“Thank you…”

“Don’t worry about it.” He says as we both stand up again, I slide my coins back into my pocket.

He offers me the box and I take one of the three heart chocolates and place it in my mouth. 

“Oh my god, you’re a genius.” I sigh, enjoying the chocolate. “These are incredible.”

“Thank you.” He grins, a proud expression on his face. “Would you like anything else? A buttercup? Cotton candy cloud? Cherries? Gummy bears?” He shoots off options one after the other at a quick speed.

“What would you recommend?” I ask, tentatively.

“Please follow me.” He smiles, leading me around the store to a patch of flowers. Crouching down, he plucks a few flowers, matching them by colour and tying them to make a chocolate bouquet before passing it to me.

“It’s beautiful.” I smile. He pulls out one more flower and tucks it behind my ear.

“Don’t worry, that’s a real flower.” He reassures me with a soft smile.

“Thank you.” I say softly. 

“They’re chocolate, one’s white, dark and the other milk so you can work out what you like.” He says gently arranging the flowers. “Then you can come back and I can make you some more.” He chuckles. “The more information you can give me, the better the chocolate will taste!” 

“Thank you, Willy, but I should get going now, I didn’t realise it had gotten so dark…” I say quietly as I look outside.

“Time flies when you’re having fun.” He shrugs as we walk towards the door and I start to feel the cold breeze against my skin. “Are you cold?” He asks, tilting his head slightly.

“A little, I should’ve brought my jacket.” I dismiss with a small smile. “I’ll see you around, Willy.” I say, stepping out of the door and walking away.

About a second later, I hear him speak again. “(y/n) wait!” He says and I turn around as he walks towards me, pulling off his long magenta jacket and sliding over my shoulder.

“Now you’ll get cold.” I chuckle, pulling the coat around me a little tighter.

“I’m okay, I was getting a bit warm anyway.” He smiles before looking behind me into the night. “Can I walk you home?” He asks, sweetly. 

“You want to walk me home? I don’t live very close to your store…”

“Even more reason for me to walk with you.”

“Okay, if you’d like to, I won't stop you.” I smile brightly as he walks next to me.

“You know, you look really beautiful when you smile.” He says which only makes me smile more.

“Stop.” I chuckle. 

“But it’s true.” He smiles. “You’re truly the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.” He says in a gentle but more serious tone.

“Thank you.” I whisper looking up to him before resting my head on his shoulder as we walk. “You’re really an incredible guy.”

“Ah, I just make chocolate.” He chuckles.

“Really good chocolate.” I smile. “And you make it look really pretty and your shop is incredible. I’ll have to come by more often.”

“I’d like that.” He pauses “May I hold your hand?” He asks gently after a short pause and I reach my hand out to his

Once we reach my home, I turn around to face him.

“This is me.” I smile. “I’m sorry you had to walk so far.”

“It was worth it.” He brings my hand to his face, pressing his lips against my hand again.

“Here, let me get your coat.” I say, beginning to slide the coat off of my shoulders but he stops me.

“Keep it, it gives you a reason to come back and see me again.” He says with a small smirk.

“Sneaky, very sneaky.” I chuckle, letting the jacket rest on my shoulders. “Get home safe.” I smile, as he begins to walk away. 

It takes me a few seconds to fight my thoughts off before I call for him.

“Willy?” He turns around to face me, standing about eight steps away.

I walk quickly towards him, pressing my lips against his briefly before pulling away. “I’ll see you in a few days.” I whisper with a soft smile.

“You’re not gonna see me for a few days after pulling that stunt?” He asks with a playful expression causing me to chuckle and nod. “Well, I look forward to seeing you again.” He smiles brightly.

“I won’t keep you waiting too long.” I smile before going inside my house, shutting the door after he walks out of sight. I let out a breath as I have to fight a smile, excited to see the chocolatier again.

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AN: I love this movie with my whole heart!

I began everyday as I always did. Being ungraciously tumbled out of my pink satin sheets, poked and prodded by our various servants, squeezed into the most painstakingly prissy pink gingham dress (with a matching bow for extra faff), and hauled into my fathers car to join him on his way to work.

You see, I am the sole child of famed chocolatier Felix Ficklegruber. Since I had completed my mandatory years of studies, my days consisted of lounging about my fathers office in complete boredom. My mind practically weakened with the mundane repetitiveness of it all, and I knew it would surely combust if it was not stimulated soon. For 2 years now, I had been begging my father to allow me to study at the prestigious university at the edge of town. But each plea had been met with a scoff, an eyebrow raise and sharp “no”. Even the library was off limits.

I paced around his office, deliberately scuffing my mary janes against the carpet. I smirked at how each scrape made his face tick as if it was being flicked.

“Would you cease that infernal racket. I am trying to work, precious girl.”

“What work? All you do is sit up here eating your own chocolate.” I slumped down onto the disgustingly green couch.

“Please darling, you are giving me a headache, I must ring for my 8am mocha.” He picked up the telephone, clasping his fingers to his eyes.

I drummed my fingers against my dress and clicked my heels together. “You know,” I trailed off. “I wouldn’t be here to bother you at all if…I was at the library.”

The phone was slammed back onto the receiver which made me flinch. He rose from the desk and stalked his way towards me.

“No daughter of mine will be caught in some stuffy book prison-”

“That’s not entirely correct..”

“--That are refuge for the ugly, the untalented and the p–” He dry heaved. I winced at the possibility of another spew. “The p-” I lunged for a bowl as he spluttered.

“I know what you are going to say so maybe we should avoid any bodily functions.” I picked up his monogrammed hanky and wet it from my glass of water. I dabbed the cool liquid against his mouth. His eyes softened at my action and his hand softly clasped around my wrist.

“Sweetheart, you live in complete luxury. Have treasures other children couldn’t even dream of. Why can’t you just stay.” My gaze fell. His hands held my shoulders to turn me around and led me towards the towering window which overlooked the galleria. “Besides, one day you will inherit my pride and joy, my fortune, the very thing that ignites my soul, my–”

“Who’s that?” I interrupted, and pointed my finger to a beautifully disheveled man who had risen atop his suitcase in order to address the crowd. I quirked a smile and took in the strange man, who was truly more a boy, and his frightfully exciting appearance.

The thickness of the window meant I couldn’t hear what the boy was saying but his movements and expressions delighted me to no end. I giggled as he began to flap, mimicking a butterfly. I gasped as he produced from his shallow hat, a large jar of what appeared to be chocolate eggs. But once he took the top off, I shrieked in delight, as each little egg floated up as if carried by wings.

I felt my father stiffen before he shoved me away from the window.

“Now, now sweetheart. Do not bother looking at this man any longer. Clearly another hopeful vagrant but do not worry.” He lifted my chin with his pinky. “We shall deal with him right now.”

I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly who was ‘we’.

--♡--

Once the three had left their respective stores, I snuck out of our own and managed to squeeze my way through the crowd so I was left behind my father and my, and I regret to say it, godfathers.

They each took a bite of the treats offered by the mysterious man who beamed at them with awe filled eyes.

Even from my limited view I could see the flickers of enjoyment cross each of their eyes as they questioned the different ingredients. But my gazing was caught by the top hatted man. His smile grew even brighter as our eyes met. I felt unsure in the presence of a man such as him and all my normal instincts failed. So I settled on a little wave. He offered a small wave back.

“--100%, the absolute WORST!”

The man jumped out of his skin in glee, mishearing Slugworth because of his focus on me.

“Did you hear that ladies and gentlemen, an endorsement by–wait did you say the worst?”

Anger bubbling in my blood, I finally made my presence known.

“You lie, Arthur. I saw your face! You haven’t enjoyed a treat that much since daddy figured out how to make marshmallow flavored chocolate milk.”

There were murmurs amongst the three in agreement and fond memory of that chocolate milk. But they snapped back and I was held firmly by my father who apologized to Slugworth for my rude behavior. A cane was held down on the hand that gripped me. I looked up and met the sweet face of its owner.

“I am terribly sorry.” With a practiced flick I was released. I looped my hand around my saviours available arm. He led me backwards in comical cautiousness. “But I don’t think she’d like to be held for what comes next.”

Suddenly, the three men began to lift into the air.

“The hoverbugs from mumbai! They love chocolate! You must have put their eggs in the treat!” I exclaimed excitedly, whilst watching the hilarious display.

“Exactly.” In my glee, I hadn’t noticed the adoring look which the chocolatier had fixed on the side of my head.

The fun was interrupted by the chief of police. I rolled my eyes. Slugworth must have phoned.

“Now Ms Ficklegruber if you’d kindly step away from the criminal.” The chief of police gestured and I was led away as they interrogated the man whose name I still didn’t know. I looked on sadly as he was forced to give up his earnings. I shoved off the policemen’s arms, I made my way back over to the man whose face was as solemn as how happy it had been just minutes before. The excitement around the galleria had dimmed as various floating consumers were returned to gravity.

“I am really sorry.” I gestured to the measly sovereign he was left with.

“Don’t be. It was a law and I broke it. These fine men were merely doing their job. But a new day shall bring new promise.” He soldiered on with a smile and once again patted his hat back upon his head. “At least I can make rent.” He flicked the sovereign up and caught it once again.

“Where are you staying?”

“Scrubbits.”

My face fell in sympathy. “You didn’t read the fine print?” I pitied the poor man and what was about to befall him. Scrubbits contract was a common warning amongst residents but as I truly took in the whimsical nature which surrounded this man, I knew he wasn't from here. And that made me smile. This place could use something new.

He sheepishly scratched the back of his head and lowered his eyeline.

“You can’t read?” I questioned but my tone couldn't help but soften.

“I always thought my mama would teach me, but eventually my pursuits became solely chocolate.” I reached out and grasped his arm. Stroking the velvet beneath my fingertips.

Before I even knew what they were, the words left my mouth. “I could teach you.”

He was surprised. “You would? But why?”

“You’re interesting.” I peered back to the shop which loomed behind me. “I need that.”

“Forgive me, I have not even introduced myself.” He took off his hat and leaned into a deep bow. “My name is Willy Wonka.”

I giggled but responded with a curtsy of my own. “Y/n Ficklegruber.”

At the mention of my last name he looked towards the ceiling where my father still hung, gesturing feebly. “Wow. You really have chocolate in your blood. No wonder you’re so sweet.” Both our eyes widened when we realized what he said. A blush spread across my heated cheeks and meeting Willy’s eyes suddenly became impossible.

“Y/N GET AWAY FROM THAT CANDY GRABBING SCOUNDREL!” My fathers voice beat down from the ceiling where he had been watching my entire interaction with Wonka.

“Meet me at the fountain, tonight, 10pm sharp. Daddy will be in a sugar crash by then. It’ll be easy to sneak out.”

Before I could rush off to avoid my father once his feet returned to earth, Willy halted my movements and placed his empty palm out in front of me.

“Before you go, I want to give you something. You shouldn’t have anything I make in bulk. You deserve something a little more…” He placed a cloth over his palm and ripped it off revealing a deep red chocolate heart decorated with tiny flakes of gold. “Bespoke.”

I placed the treat in my mouth and audibly moaned at the taste. This man was a true genius. My father is going to be so mad. I could jump for joy.

“Till tonight, Mr Wonka.”

“Please, call me Willy.” I leaned up and delicately kissed his cheek in a way of goodbye.

--♡--

That night after discovering the true horror of what being a “guest” of Scrubbits included, Willy begged and pleaded with his newest friend, Noodle, to help him sneak out for the night because, in his words, he’d seen…

“The most beautiful girl to ever exist and if I don’t get to see her again tonight, my heart might just burst out of my chest!”

Really, there had been plenty of opportunities, moments where you could have blurted it out or let it come out naturally. But you were a rather nervous person. You didn’t know if he would like you back. You didn’t want to ruin anything. And, of course, you were, well, you. You, the seamstress with the dream of becoming a fashion designer, only for your dreams to shatter when you got caught up in Ms. Scrubbit’s contract. All you had wanted was a room for the night... And instead, you were locked into twenty-eight years of debt and servitude. You thought your future was doomed to be nothing but aching, dull, monotonous hell. But then you met Willy, and your whole life changed in an instant.

The moment he tumbled down that chute, you had been gone for. Those bright eyes, that boundless energy, those untamed curls? You would follow him anywhere - to the ends of the earth, and apparently, to the bottom of a chocolate vat. You had trusted him with every fiber of your being since the moment he thought up the plan to sneak out.

But he was Mr. Willy Wonka, soon-to-be world-famous renowned chocolatier. Why would he ever be interested in you? The doubt gnawed at you, more persistent than ever now. Maybe it was just the stress and thought of dying that made your heart feel heavy, or maybe it was the creeping chocolate lapping at your ankles. Either way, the panic was rising fast.

“Willy!” You yelped, gripping onto him tighter, voice bordering on hysterical. “It’s rising- why is it rising?”

His head snapped toward you, curls bouncing as his hands found your face, cradling it between his palms and forcing you to meet his gaze. “Hey, hey- look at me. Don’t worry. We’re going to be okay.”

Your chest rose and fell in sharp, panicked breaths, but his touch - his warmth - kept you from spiraling completely. Without him, you were sure that you would be running around like a chicken with its head cut off. “Don’t worry?” You repeated, incredulous, your fingers tightening around the sleeves of his shirt. “Willy, there’s no- I can’t-” You tried to move your head, tried to look down at the ever-rising chocolate, but he wouldn’t let you.

“Listen to me, darling.”

Your breath caught at the sudden nickname, Willy’s grip was firm yet gentle, his hazel eyes, usually brimming with excitement and wonder, held something different now - something fierce, determined.

“We’re going to be alright. I’ll find us a way out! Can’t be that hard.”

Your heart fluttered for half a second before the chocolate sloshed higher, now pooling at your shins. Willy turned away from you and rushed to the door, pressing his hands against the cold metal. He pushed, pulled, even kicked at it, but it didn’t budge.

“Willy!” You tried again, voice more urgent as the chocolate lapped at your knees. But he was muttering to himself, hands flitting over the door’s hinges, searching for a weakness, an escape. His curls bounced with every frantic movement. He spun around, taking in every inch of the room, all while you could feel your chest tightening. It was at your thighs now. “Willy!” You practically screamed, and this time, he finally turned back to you.

In an instant, he was at your side, his hands grasping your arms as if anchoring you. “We’re gonna get out of here, don’t you worry.”

Your hands clutched at his sleeves again, knuckles going white. “How? Because I have zero ideas.”

His head whipped up toward the ceiling, eyes scanning, gears turning at a rapid pace. Then- “I got it!”

Your breath hitched in hope. “What? What is it? What’s your idea?”

Willy’s hands flew into his pockets, rummaging for something. “If we’re gonna drown in chocolate, Y/N,” He started, pausing to look at you briefly, “And let’s face it, we’re gonna drown in chocolate-”

Your stomach twisted, frowning, “Willy-”

“-then it’s gonna be Wonka chocolate!” He triumphantly pulled out a small vial of something, sprinkling something in but you quickly grabbed his arm, yanking him toward you.

“Willy, please.” You begged, and he blinked at you, the chocolate now at your waists.

“Right,” He said, shaking his head before glancing upward again. His eyes locked onto something, and he pointed. “There’s light above us! That window! If we let the chocolate lift us, we can bang on the glass - I bet someone’s bound to notice us!”

Your stomach churned violently. It was probably not the best time to tell him, but- “Willy,” Your voice was barely above a whisper, “I can’t swim.”

Willy froze. His wide eyes snapped back to yours, hands gripping your upper arms again. “You can’t swim?” You shook your head frantically, and he inhaled sharply, before nodding, determination settling over his features once more. “Alright. Well. That puts a slight damper on things.”

“No kidding,” You muttered.

“But! Not to worry!” He continued, flashing a grin, even as the chocolate rose to your chests. “You’re gonna hang onto me. Don’t let go.”

Your arms wrapped around him without hesitation, pressing yourself against him as your heart pounded violently. “Willy, I’m scared,” You admitted, voice trembling. You felt the burn of tears pricking at your eyes. “I don’t want to die.” The thought of chocolate filling your lungs was not the not the best thought to have crossed your mind at the very moment.

His arms wound tightly around you, his hold strong, secure. “You’re not going to die.” The chocolate surged higher, and suddenly, you were weightless. Your grip on Willy tightened instinctively as you both began to float. You let out a small, panicked whimper, burying your face in his shoulder. “Do you trust me?” His voice was right by your ear, warm and reassuring.

“With my life,” You said without hesitation.

Willy glanced up. You were so close to the glass now. “Then believe me when I say that I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Your breath hitched as you looked at him. Even now, in the face of death, his eyes gleamed with the same look that had won you over from the start. And despite everything - the rising chocolate, the locked door, the imminent drowning - somehow, you believed him.

With Willy, anything was possible.

Instead of saying anything back, you kissed him.

It was instinctive, fueled by adrenaline, fear, and something far deeper - something you had buried for far too long. Your lips pressed against his in a desperate, fleeting moment, warm and soft despite the chaos surrounding you. The second your mind caught up with your body, realization struck like a bolt of lightning.

Oh my god. You just kissed Willy Wonka.

Mortified, you pulled away as fast as you could, your face burning hotter than molten caramel. Your eyes were wide - his were even wider, cheeks terribly flushed pink. He was staring at you, shocked, surprised, and all other words above. Neither of you spoke. The moment stretched on, thick and heavy. Maybe it was the looming thought of death. Maybe it was the adrenaline, the sheer insanity of everything that had happened in the past few hours. Or maybe - just maybe - it was the overwhelming love you had for him, bubbling over at the worst possible moment.

Whatever it was, you were not expecting that.

And you were definitely not expecting what happened next.

Before you knew it, the little orange man - Lofty, as you would later come to know - appeared as if out of thin air, freeing you and Willy from your soon-to-be chocolate prison. And just like that, it was over.

The chocolate cartel was no more.

And you were so happy to be on solid - not chocolate - ground.

Outside, the townspeople erupted into cheers as Willy sent the cartel soaring into the sky, their screams fading into the clouds. The fountain in the center of the square burst forth with rich, velvety chocolate, bubbling and spilling over. People rushed forward, laughing, dipping their hands or cups in. You stood off to the side on the steps of the cathedral, watching the scene unfold. A small, exhausted smile played on your lips, your hands clasped loosely before you. Willy had done it. Against all odds, against every ridiculous, impossible thing that had come your way today - he had won.

Then, as if feeling your gaze, Willy turned.

His eyes met yours, bright but full of something else you couldn’t quite name. You bit your lip, tasting the remnants of chocolate that clung to your skin. It was going to take forever to clean off of you, but right now, that was the last thing on your mind. Willy moved. He slipped past the celebrating townspeople as they clamored toward the fountain, but his eyes never left yours.

Your heart stuttered, butterflies erupting. You held your breath as he climbed the cathedral steps two at a time, closing the distance between you with quiet determination.

You opened your mouth - to speak, to apologize, to say something - but before a single word could escape, Willy’s hands were on your face, warm even through the sticky layer of chocolate. His fingers pressed gently against your skin, tilting your head up as his mouth captured yours.

It wasn’t just a kiss - it was him, all of him. The impossible, brilliant, maddening man who had turned your life upside down, who had swept you into something far beyond your wildest, purest imagination. His lips moved against yours with an urgency that sent a shiver down your spine, tasting of chocolate and something sweeter, something uniquely Willy.

He made a small, breathless sound against your mouth, chocolate smeared between you both, sticky and sweet, mixing into the heat of the kiss. Willy’s lips moved fluidly, unhurried but precise, as though savoring every second, every touch. His breath came uneven when he finally pulled back just a fraction, both of you breathless; his gaze flickered down to your lips, then back to your eyes. A soft, chocolate-stained smile tugged at the corner of Willy's mouth as he pulled back, his breath uneven.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while," He murmured, "But you beat me to it."

Your heart fluttered, realizing he felt the same. A giggle escaped, and your smile widened. You pulled him in for another kiss, your fingers threading through his hair, tugging him closer. Willy responded eagerly, his hands wrapping around you as you deepened the kiss. When you pulled back, he chased your lips, eyes sparkling with a mix of desire and affection, unwilling to let you go.

When you pulled back, Willy chased your lips, his eyes sparkling with a mix of desire and affection, unwilling to let you go.

"You did it," You whispered, a soft smile spreading across your face.

He shook his head lightly, a warm, loving look in his eyes. "No, darling, we did it."

"We did it," You echoed, your thumbs brushing along his cheeks, trying to wipe away the dried chocolate, but only smearing it further. You chuckled softly. "Getting all this chocolate off is going to take forever, isn't it?"

Willy grinned, his gaze flickering to the mess on both of you. "Well, at least we made some sweet memories along the way."

You groaned playfully, rolling your eyes at his pun. "Willy..." You couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head at him. However, you couldn’t help but agree, lots of sweet memories indeed, and you couldn’t wait to make more.

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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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