#Willy x Charlie

[your-averagewriter]

“Hearts for a sweetheart.”

Summary: Bumping into a sweet chocolatier evolves into something even sweeter (Timothée Chalamet!Willy Wonka x fem!reader)

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: Kissing, swearing (once I think).

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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!

Hope you enjoyed reading!

[floatyflowers]

Charlie's Mother|| Dark! Willy Wonka x Reader

You were happy with your simple life.

It is way better then your past life with your old lover

However, when your son, Charlie, returned home with a golden ticket to spend one day at Wonka's chocolate factory, you almost fainted.

As Willy Wonka used to be your 'old lover'

The same man who killed your friends out of 'jealousy' and tried to cage you until you ran away.

"Honey, I think it is better not to go"

"But mom, I want to go! It's my only chance, please"

Weak against your son's pleading, you decided to agree but you had to go with him.

You only want to protect your son.

When you finally arrived to the factory with Charlie, and saw Willy, your heart dropped to your stomach in fear.

But Willy's heart only raced with excitement, upon finally seeing his obsession, after so many years.

He already decided that Charlie is the winner because you are the child's mother.

"What a pleasant surprise to see you, Ms.(L/n)"

"Actually, it is Mrs. Bucket now"

Willy refuses to believe that Charlie is the son of another man, he deludes himself to believe that the boy is his son instead.

Even though, it is impossible as you haven't spoken to Willy in thirteen years and Charlie is eleven.

The whole tour you were shaken up by what happens to the children and their parents.

You felt like you were walking through a trap with your son.

Even though the children were brats, yet they didn't deserve to die.

You don't even know how your son is okay with all that chaos.

After the day is over, you try to take Charlie and leave but Willy announces him as the winner.

And therefore, you and your son are not allowed to leave.

Ever.

[badteavee]

Willy Wonka x Fem ! Reader headcanons

- He leaves you for a man

[supercap2319]

"I've spent the past seven years traveling the world, perfecting my craft. You see, I'm something of a magician, inventor, and chocolate maker. So quiet up, and listen down. Nope. Scratch that, reverse it." The young man in the top hat and brightly colored suit said.

"Umm... I'm not sure how to respond to that, Mr..."

"Wonka. Willy Wonda." He took a bow.

"Mr. Wonka."

"Please, call me, Willy. How do you like your chocolate? Dark? White? Nutty? It's absolutely insane!" Willy smiled.

[rosenclaws]

600 Follower Celebration!

I've decided to celebrate by opening my inbox back up for drabbles!! You can send in your own ideas or use the prompts below!! You can combine them if you want and send in 2 or just stick to 1.

END DATE IS 11/6!

CURRENT DRABBLE MASTERLIST

angst prompts smut/nsfw prompts fluff prompts au prompts

I will write for Logan Howlett (worst and original), Leopold Mountbatten (Kate & Leopold), Eddie Alden (Someone Like You), Jack Willis (Paperback hero), and Charlie Kenton (Real Steel)

Thank you for all of your support!!!!

[ellinorosterberg]

How ‘bout we turn every form of “Nah, they’re not gay, they’re just friends lol.”

To “Nah, they’re not friends, they’re just gay lol.”

[clownstillwritesfanfic]

Willy Wonka NSFW Alphabet - REUPLOADED

SFW version here

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sex with Willy isn’t too kinky so aftercare would be few and far between. Most times you’ll clean each other up and lay in bed cuddling and talking about whatever comes to mind. But for when you do get a little more “adventurous” there would be more questions of “are you alright?” “Did you have fun?” “What do you need?” And lots of praise

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Tbh Willy would probably like his brain. It is his best feature after all. How else would he be able to come up with all those good ideas for a new candy or chocolate?

On his partner, probably their brain too let’s be honest. He’d like an intelligent and creative person to keep up with him. But don’t worry if you don’t understand the more “technical” stuff. He loves to explain it all to you. As long as you’re able to give him ideas for candy or give feedback when he asks.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It would be sweet. Let’s be honest. He’s a chocolatier and candy maker, he’s bound to have eaten a lot of his own products. It wouldn’t be candy sweet but it would be a more sweet and salty flavour.

He definitely cums a lot. Rope after rope that probably lasts 30 seconds. It’s thick too. Definitely a shooter rather than a dribbler.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You probably think he’s got some secret sex dungeon or something but you’d be wrong.

He fantasizes about fucking you in every room of the factory tho. He’d never do it since he thinks sex should be done privately and he wouldn’t want to contaminate anything but he does think about it. Anytime you’re in the glass elevator with him, he’s thought about pressing you against the glass wall and taking you but it’s much too exposed. He wouldn’t want any of his beloved workers to see that. Plus, your body is just for him to look at.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh god he’s a total virgin when you first get together. He was always so focused on building his business and finding new ways to make candy that he never really felt the urge or need to do anything with anyone. Plus he doesn’t like to be touched anyway.

He had only been kissed once before and he didn’t even instigate it, he was caught off guard by it.

He isn’t a very touchy person so I’d imagine it would take a long time before you start to have sex anyway.

Once you’ve been together for a while he starts to learn your body and what you enjoy and he gets more comfortable with your touch, even craves it sometimes.

He’s not crazy good or anything and he’s always open to learning more of what you like, but he makes you feel good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary most likely. It’s a classic. He likes watching you, let’s him know how he’s doing and he can kiss your lips or neck while doing so.

If you want to “spice it up” sometimes, Doggy Style or Cowgirl is probably the best. He’s not too interested in doing anything crazy or strenuous so don’t bother buying a copy of the Kama Sutra lol

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Willy is a pretty silly guy. He’s got a childlike spirit but even then he can act like an adult. He’d take sex semi seriously, it’s very intimate and vulnerable for him but every once and a while he’ll crack a (bad) joke or find something to laugh at. It’s best if you don’t take it too seriously either.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s a vain person, never a hair out of place, clothes always clean and pressed. So I bet he’d take his personal hygiene very seriously as well. He wouldn’t be fully shaven, trimmed closely at the top of the base of his dick. It would probably be a little triangle.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

As said above, Willy finds sex to be very intimate so he’d be very attentive to you. He’s not good with words but he can be romantic through his actions. He just wants to make you feel good so speak up if you want something.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t really do it that often. Never did really. He only did it when he was younger and his hormones were going crazy but now that he’s older he doesn’t have the need to. If he ever feels in the mood he just finds you instead. If you don’t feel like it at the time or are too busy, he can wait. He doesn’t get really worked up out of no where so it won’t bother him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

His bdsm test score would be mostly red (ifykyk) he’s just not that kinky.

Candy is most likely going to be involved in one way or another on some occasions. Maybe some whip cream or chocolate sauce lol. I guess that would be considered a food kink.

If you wear those candy lingerie that look like those candy necklaces and bracelets he’d find it funny. It would probably also inspire him to make you some using his own candy (how dare you get candy from someone else) but it wouldn’t be sold. It would just be between you two.

He’s also a switch. Most of the time he’s “dominant” but he’d absolutely sub for you if you asked.

Not many crazy kinks but I can see some handcuffs and blindfolds appearing from time to time. Perhaps some feather teasing, temperature play, and edging as well.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom is the only place he allows it to happen. He likes to keep his factory clean and sanitary and wants to keep his sex life between the two of you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you start listing off new ideas for candy or new techniques he finds it really sexy and it usually gets him going.

This doesn’t necessarily turn him on but when he sees you being nice to the Oompa Loompas and laughing with him and watching their little performances, he does feel a lot of love for you. He loves knowing you adore and care for his workers as much as he does. Usually when he’s feeling that way you can expect some loving and romantic sex later that night.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’d never do anything that would hurt you. The most he’d do is some spanking but don’t expect your ass to be burning later. He can’t stand the thought of you being hurt by his doing, even if you promise you’d like it.

No watersports or scat. He just got used to you touching him what makes you think he’d ever do something like that?

No threesomes either. He’s monogamous and wants to keep sex between you two only.

Also you’d probably think he’d be into latex/rubber considering his gloves but he doesn’t see latex as sexy. Just aesthetically pleasing. If you wore anything latex/rubber he’d think you’d look nice but he wouldn’t be turned on by it. (I mean just think about it, all the Oompa Loompas wear latex outfits so I really doubt he would have them wear something that would turn him on. He doesn’t even want to think of them that way)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

God, this man can give oral like crazy. At first he was ok at it but he just kept getting better and better at it.

He prefers giving but wouldn’t turn down the offer to receive.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

There are times where he can get fast and rough but for the most part he likes to take his time. He’s vulnerable during these moments so he likes to cherish it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He likes to take his time during intimate moments so quickies wouldn’t be much of a thing.

There was maybe one or two times where you needed him real bad before he had a meeting or something to do, so he took care of you quickly. He doesn’t mind those times but he much prefers to take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

There was only one (1) time where you had done something outside of the bedroom.

You had given him a blowjob in the chocolate room behind some candy bushes and he only allowed it because it was at a time when he knew absolutely NO ONE would be around. He did it mostly for you but he’d prefer for it to not happen again. He did enjoy it even if his anxiety made it a little hard to get him off quickly.

You can ask him to try new things and I think he’s be open to trying them (with in reason) but he can’t guarantee it will be a reoccurring thing.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Since he likes to take his time I would say a single round could take anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour. That includes foreplay. I’d say he lasts about 10 minutes before he cums if you’re not edging him. He lasted much less when you first started tho.

If he’s not going to be too busy the next day then he could go for a second round.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Willy is a playful guy. I wouldn’t put it past him to have some kind of toys just for fun. Most likely to just be used on you but he wouldn’t complain if you used them on him too.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Probably a little teasing. He likes to watch you squirm and whine. He’s mischievous and playful so he likes to tease from time to time. You can tease him right back if you’d like.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He doesn’t make much noise and if he does it’s not very loud. Nothing above a regular speaking voice. He doesn’t dirty talk much either. He will sometimes during more fast and rough sessions but most of the time he’s just enjoying your sounds.

If you’re teasing him tho, he will whine. He’s such a whiner when you tease.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You were giving him a blowjob once and you were surprised when he came in your mouth with how he tasted sweeter than he usually did. It was so sweet in fact it felt like you were eating liquid candy.

He had figured out how to make a sugar pill that changes the flavour of cum and decided to surprise you with it.

In true inventor fashion tho, he asked for feedback on how it was almost immediately afterwards lol

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His body is mostly naturally hairless. Smooth chest and stomach but he probably has a very faint snail trail leading to his neatly trimmed pubes.

His cock is slightly above average. 6.5 inches erect, 4.5 inches flaccid, slightly girthy, average sized balls that hang slightly

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His drive isn’t very high. He can go a few days with out sex but if you asked he’d be down, so long as he wasn’t busy.

Since he’s always so busy he doesn’t feel the need to and if he ever did he’d just go find you but if you were busy he’d wait.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s probably tired after a long, eventful day since he’s always inventing new things and overseeing a whole factory all by himself. Then if you decide to have sex at night and not a quickie then he’d be tired after that as well. However he always seems to be thinking of new ideas so even if he’s exhausted his brain is still going so he’d cuddle with you afterwards and talk about whatever is on each other’s minds until one of you falls asleep first. The other is quick to follow.

[bellarose204]

Veruca salt : Mr wonka . . . I'm a lesbian

Willy Wonka : what?!

Violet Beauregarde : Wonka I'm a lesbian too

Willy Wonka : well uh . . . Is there anyone else in this room who likes men?

*Charlie and Mike standing in the background holding hands*

[darknessisafriend]

Time for NSFW alphabet request! you can request any Joaquin's character ! any letter, several or all of them!

(starting to wrok on Commodus already 🤫🤫)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? Romantic or rough/dirty.)

J = Jack off (Do they masturbate and how often)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Like to try new things etc.)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

[hereforreadandwrite]

Chapter Seven

Masterlist

Charlie sighed as he prepared for this new day. Your absence was felt. Her parents and grandparents acted like everything was fine and the fight never happened. Charlie had been at Bill's to see you, but your boss replaced you and you never set foot in his store again. The boy resented his parents for pushing you over the edge. Charlie sighed, leaving the Bucket house to go to his job as a shoe shiner. He was surprised to see the glass elevator park right next to the seats and a man, hiding behind a newspaper, was waiting. A man who was none other than Willy Wonka. What was he doing here? Charlie decided to play the game, he prepared his equipment and began to polish the chocolate maker's shoes.

"Pity about that chocolate fellow Wendall. Walter."

"Willy Wonka," Charlie replied.

"That's the one. Here in the papers his new candies aren't selling very well. But I suppose maube he's just a rotten egg who deserves it."

"Yes."

"Oh really? You ever met him?"

"I did," Charlie replied, stopping to shine his shoes. "I thought he was great at first but then he didn't turn out so nice. He also has a funny haircut."

Hearing that, Willy quickly lowered the newspaper. Revealing in broad daylight.

"I don't."

"Why are you here?" Charlie asked, putting away his gear.

"I don't feel so hot. What makes you feel better when you feel terrible?"

"My family."

"Ew."

Charlie stood up seeing the chocolate maker's disgusted reaction. He asked him what he had against his family, which caused Willy to gag. Harry sighed, explaining that it was the concept that bothered him. The fact that people tell him what he has the right to do or not to do, that all that was a brake on creativity. Charlie shrugged, retorting that if the parents reacted like that, it was because they loved their children and it was for the proteges. What still made Willy wince who was not very convinced of this explanation.

"If you don't believe me you should ask," Charlie said.

"Ask who? My father? No way. At least not by myself."

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"Hey! What a good idea!" Willy exclaimed as he left the seat to approach the glass elevator. "And you know what? I got-"

Willy paid no attention and crashed headlong into the glass elevator wall. The chocolate maker collapses, before the surprised eyes of Charlie. He stood up, adjusting his hat on his head, muttering that he should be careful where he parked it. Willy pressed the button, opening the doors. The two entered the flying elevator. Willy announced that he had to get someone from the chocolate factory before going to his father's house. Willy led the boy to the door of his apartment, telling him to wait in the hallway until he returned. You were perplexed when you saw Willy coming back. Had he already finished what he had to do?

"Is that okay with Charlie?" you asked, turning down the sound of the television.

"Charlie? Oh yeah! He's in the hallway right now."

"What?! Why did you bring her to the chocolate factory?!" you asked, getting up from the couch.

"Charlie had a brilliant idea! I have to go find my father and he's going to come with me," he said, moving closer to you. "I would very much like you to come with me there too."

"For what?"

"I can't do it alone. I know that with you, I will have the strength to face him. Please, Barley sugar."

"Okay, I'll come with you," you said with a sigh. "But only because you helped me and I owe you!"

"Yes sir!"

You rolled your eyes when you heard that. You grabbed your old coat, following Willy out of the apartment. Your gaze automatically fell on Charlie. Your cousin was surprised to see you with his idol. You nodded to him, following Willy to the glass elevator. The tension was palpable in the cabin. Willy was between you and Charlie. Your cousin was as uncomfortable as you. What could he tell you? He didn't know what to say, especially after what happened with his parents. Even you didn't know what to say to him. It was terribly embarrassing. The trip to Mr. Wonka's house was made in heavy silence. The elevator lands in a huge field where there was a house. There was nothing else around. The trio were closing in on the house. The closer they got to the house, the more nervous Willy became.

"I think we have the wrong house," Willy said as he climbed the stairs.

The gaze of the two cousins landed on a small sign that read 'Dr. Wilbur Wonka, D.D.S. Dental Practitioner.' Willy fell silent as Charlie pressed the doorbell. You put your hand on Willy's bicep, smiling at him to motivate him. The chocolatier nodded slightly, taking a deep breath when a stern-looking man opened the door, watching the trio intently.

"Do you have an appointment?" he asked.

"No, but he's late," Charlie replied, gesturing towards Willy.

Willy giggled, clinging more to your hand and muttering to you that it was a bad idea. You reassured him, telling him that everything was going to be fine. Dr. Wilbur nodded to the trio, inviting them to follow him. You had to drag Willy inside the house, taking the chocolatier to the cabin. Willy gave your cousin his glasses and his hat, and he gave you his long coat.

"I'll be fine," you said, smiling at him.

"Yeah."

“Get into your position,” Wilbur said sternly, pulling on his gloves.

Willy sat down on the armchair, allowing his father, who hadn't recognized him yet, to check his teeth. Your cousin and you took advantage of this moment to better observe the walls covered with newspaper articles talking about Willy and his chocolate factory. There was even a scrapbook with other items and wrappers of Willy's famous sweets. Charlie flipped through the album as your attention fell on a photo of a young man. Probably Willy before he got so fabulous. That was the only word that came to mind to describe him. You took the frame in your hands, you couldn't help but smile. It was obvious that Wilbur cared about his son.

"Be careful with this picture, miss," Wilbur said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Sorry, sir," you say as you put the frame back on the fireplace.

"Heaveans, I haven't seen bicuspids like these since..."

Wilbur fell silent upon realizing that the man standing with him was none other than his son. He withdrawing his instruments, depositing them on the table. He couldn't believe it. Willy greeted his father, straightening up.

"All these years and you haven't flossed," he said, dropping his stern mask.

"Not once," Willy answered.

Wilbur smiled. After all this time, he finally saw his son again. The two men hugged each other awkwardly. You nudged Charlie lightly, nodding him towards the door. The two cousins left the room, leaving Willy and Wilbur alone the time of their reunion. You went to sit on the stairs as Charlie leaned against the wall next to the door, facing you.

"He's lucky," you say, playing nervously with your fingers. "His dad loves him. It shows."

"Yes, he just wanted to protect him from the ill effects of candy," Charlie said with a shrug.

"Yeah," you replied with a sigh. "How's it going... over there?"

"It's gotten… weird since you left," he said, shifting awkwardly to his feet. "You... you're not going to come back, are you?"

"I can't Charlie. Not after what happened with Uncle Bucket."

"I understand. I'm sorry."

"Charlie. Listen. You don't have to apologize for anything your father said or did. What Uncle Bucket told me is unforgivable. I could never forgive him for treating me the way he did it. I shouldn't have lost my temper in front of you. You shouldn't have seen this argument. Believe me, I'm sorry about that, but I'm not sorry that I left the house. ."

Charlie looked down, biting his lip. He was doing his best to hold back his tears. You sighed, dropping the coat on the stairs to get up and move closer to him. You put your hand on his shoulder, catching his attention. You hugged your cousin, hugging him.

"Charlie. Just because I'm leaving the house doesn't mean I love you less. You'll always be my favorite cousin. If you have any problems, you can come see me. I'll always be here for you, I'll promise."

Charlie nodded slightly, burying his face in your chest as he hugged you. You end the hug when you hear the door to the medical room open. Willy and his father leave the room. It seems that their discussion went well. Willy approached you and Charlie, asking if you were ready to leave. Your cousin and you acquired. You gave him back his coat and Charlie gave him back his glasses and hat when Wilbur asked if he could talk to you privately. You looked at Willy who told you that he was waiting outside with Charlie, because he had to find the glass elevator. Willy and Charlie left the residence, leaving you alone with Father Wonka.

"I wanted to thank you for coming with Willy, miss. He explained to me that you hadn't been there, he wouldn't have had the courage to come and see me," he said looking down at you.

"It...it's nothing, sir. Your son helped me. So it's only fitting that I reciprocate," you said, playing nervously with your fingers.

"I haven't been the best father to him. I know that. But I love my son. I've always followed his work. What worried me the most was that Willy didn't have no one to rely on. And when he talks to me about you, I see that he has a lot of affection for you. I know I have nothing to say, but I just want to ask you to watch over him."

You didn't expect this. It was the first time someone asked you such a thing. To you, the poor girl that everyone looked down on. You nodded slightly, agreeing to watch over Willy. You joined Willy and Charlie. The two were waiting in the glass booth. You joined them quickly, entering the elevator which started. Willy liked you? It was true that the chocolatier had shown tender gestures towards you, but at this point? Was it even possible? Come to think of it, Willy was always kind to you. He had offered you beautiful clothes, he had given you special attention during the visit to his chocolate factory and he was hosting you without asking you for anything in return. He had affection for you.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Charlie asked, looking worried at you.

"Y-yes. Why?"

"Your face is red."

"Do you feel good, Barley sugar?" Willy asked, taking off his glove to put his hand on your forehead. "You have a fever?"

"N-no. I-I-I'm fine!" you exclaimed, removing Willy's hand. "I… I'm just tired. I just want to go home."

Willy and Charlie looked at each other surprised by your behavior. You had become silent and you were mumbling to yourself. You nervously played with your fingers. What was going to happen once you go back to the chocolate factory? What were you going to tell him? What were you going to do? What was he going to do?

"(Y/N)?" Charlie called.

"I'm fine!" you say quickly, glaring at Charlie.

"Um... we're back at the chocolate factory."

"Um? Ah yes. Um...I'll walk Charlie to the gate."

Charlie joined you in the elevator, greeting Willy. The doors closed and the car moved quickly, carrying you and your cousin to the entrance hall. The boy looked at you puzzled as you exited the glass booth and made your way to the door.

"Are you doing well?" Charlie asked, looking worried at you. "You've been weird since we got back from Doctor Wonka's house."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I… I'm just thinking about something," you say, running your hands over your face. "It's...it's really nothing, Charlie. I... I'll ask Willy so you can come see me once in a while. How about that?"

"That would be nice," he said smiling at you. "Good. Is it ok to get home? Do you want me to come with you?"

"It'll be fine, don't worry."

"I'll at least accompany you to the gate."

You accompany Charlie to the huge gate. You opened the door for the workers, asking him if he was sure he wanted to go in alone. Your cousin smiled at you, telling you that it was not the first time that he had come home alone without being accompanied. You smiled, reminding him to be careful. Charlie hugged you, telling you he missed you before he left. You watched him walk away, making sure he was okay until he disappeared from sight. You went back inside the chocolate factory, returning to the apartment. Willy was in the kitchen area, finishing making hot cocoa. He was smiling at you, asking if Charlie got home okay. You nodded slightly, moving closer to him. You watched him melt the chocolate in the milk, which was warming gently on the stove.

"It was...a rather strange day," you say as you prepare the cups.

"Yeah, but strangely... I'm happy with the result," he said, smiling at you.

"Yes," you say, leaning on the counter.

"I wanted to ask you. Can Charlie come by here once in a while?"

"Of course. He is welcome here."

"Great. He'll be happy."

Willy removed the pan from the heat, pouring the chocolate liquid into the cups. You took your steaming cup, thanking the chocolate maker before going to sit on the couch with him. The silence that settled was restful after this eventful day. To tell the truth, it was more restful than the other days. A weight had been lifted. You still had Charlie with you and Willy had made up with his father.

"This last days were really strange," you say, taking a sip of the sugary drink.

"Yeah, I never thought all of this could happen," he said, also taking a sip of his drink before setting the mug down on the table to remove his gloves. "And I still want to thank you for coming with me."

"I owed you that. You helped me a lot, I owed you that," you said smiling at him.

"You didn't have to," he said slipping his hand into yours. "And I can't thank you enough for that."

"And I can't thank you enough for letting me stay with you."

Your eyes met Willy's. He squeezed your hand gently your hand in his. He passed his free hand over your cheek, smiling fondly at you. You couldn't help but think back to Wilbur's words. Willy would really like you. You would be lying to yourself if you said otherwise. You put your hand over his, looking him in the eye. It was a strange, exciting and terrifying feeling. Willy brought his face closer to yours, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was sweet. It was strange to kiss someone. Willy pulled back, breaking the kiss.

"You really do care for me then," you said, looking at him awkwardly.

"Of course. The first time I met you with that pissed off woman from the service," he said, chuckling lightly. "I knew that... that you were worthy to come here, that I had to show you around the chocolate factory, that I had to get to know you. I loved every day that you stayed with me and I don't want to not that it's over."

"To hear you, it sounds like a confession."

"Are you disturbed?"

"No, I'm happy," you said, smiling at him.

Willy was smiling, kissing you again when someone knocked on the door. The chocolatier had no choice but to part with you. He stole a last kiss from you before walking away from you to open the door for one of his Oompa Loompas. You were watching him chatting with his employee when you saw his expression become bored. Willy came back to get his gloves.

"Sorry, trouble with one of the new treats," he said, putting his gloves back on. "I'll be right back, Barley sugar. I love you."

You looked at Willy surprised when he left the apartment to go as quickly as possible to the Inventing Room. Did he just tell you he loved you? You couldn't help laughing, wondering how long it would take the chocolate maker to realize what he had just told you.

"I told her that I loved her!" Willy shouted, startling the Oompa Loompas.

[inflatingnblue]

Okay friends, here is the first part of my fanfic. I'm writing in first person present as Violet. If you notice a spelling or grammar error please let me know!

Also, should I write what happens before this point?

I appreciate feedback! Feel free to share your thoughts and comments.

And don't worry the story will be continued... 😊😈🫐

Feeling Blue in the Inventing Room

I feel a strange sensation in my stomach. It's like a swirling or bubbling. Little by little I can feel more pressure build as the swirling intensifies. I almost feel ill, like nauseated, but there's also something that feels good about it. Maybe if I wasn't wearing my belt I wouldn't feel so weird. I'm distracted by the sensations that I miss the talk of my skin turning blue.

Because my stomach still feels strange I rub it with my hand and that's when I saw the blue color spreading.

"Why is my skin blue?!"

"I told you I didn't have it quite right yet..." says Mr. Wonka calmly.

Just then the pressure and swirling sensation turns up a notch and I can feel my stomach growing.

"Violet, what are you doing now?" cries my boyfriend, Charlie.

I can feel my body growing, puffing up as if I'm having a major allergic reaction. The swelling in my limbs experience the same type of pressure and swirling sensations. 

My blue maxi dress and leggings are stretchy, although I can feel my body grow within its confines.

My middle looks ridiculous as the swelling has grown proportionately bigger and is being contained by my belt. I can't believe this is happening.

"I feel funny!" I cry out loud.

My belt starts getting tighter around my waist and the material digging into my skin is painful. I hear the belt groan and creak. I feel like I can't breathe as the swelling carries on throughout my body, especially in my abdomen.

My arms and legs continue to grow, and I’m thankful my long sleeves and leggings have been able to contain my limbs thus far. I can't move or bend my arms to take the belt off.

In desperation, I decide to create more pressure against the belt and push my stomach out to make it break.

"ARGH!" I yell as the belt makes a big explosive sound, popping off my body finally.

I feel relieved to breathe again, however it feels like a tsunami crashing within my stomach. My midsection is massive. With the belt breaking I'm caught off balance and I almost fall over due to my sheer size and weight.

"What's happening to me?!"

"You're blowing up like a balloon!" exclaims Charlie.

"Like a blueberry," Wonka says quietly and calmly. Someone may see his demeanor as bored and apathetic.

A blueberry! I'm blowing up like a blueberry! The pressure and swirling continue and I realize this must be blueberry juice.

"Someone call an ambulance," cries one lady.

"Stick her with a pin," says one snarky girl and she throws her head back with a laugh.

"No, that'll make her pop!" says an older gentleman.

"Mr. Wonka, please! Please deflate her!" Charlie begs.

"She doesn't need deflating." Wonka says poignantly. Charlie looks over at me with confusion. I feel helpless as my form continues to morph and fill out more. I am so heavy. I feel a strange sensation of the swelling increasing so much that my arms and legs are becoming a part of my spherical shape. I hear some stitching pop here and there as I continue growing. Somehow I’m lucky enough that I’m still covered. My maxi dress keeps getting shorter and shorter though.

"Blowing up like a blueberry." Charlie says more to himself than anyone else. Then his face lights up.

"Mr. Wonka! If she's blowing up like a blueberry... she needs to be... I feel crazy saying it, but juiced or something!"

"My boy, I knew you were catching on!" Wonka says excitedly.

"HELP! HELP!" I scream. I'm not taking in any of the words between Wonka and Charlie. The pressure is getting to be too much. It feels like this is never going to end. The guests on the tour are just staring at me agape. The older gentleman is shaking his head, disapproving of me not listening to Wonka. The snarky girl's face reveals shock and also a smugness. A teenage boy slowly walks up and reaches out his hand.

"What are you doing?" I ask nervously. I can't run away from him and I'm not sure what he's trying to do. His hand makes contact with my midsection. Well, what used to be my midsection. He rubs his hand against me with a look of surprise on his face. My maxi dress is closer to becoming a shirt if I don’t stop inflating.

"Don't do that!" I feel embarrassed and violated in a way. The teen ignores me, makes a fist, and pumps it against my body. It feels strange and I can feel the juice sloshing inside with the movement.

"Stop!" I yell. His mother steps forward and pulls him back to the main group. She's scolding him quietly. I think I hear her say "stay away from that thing!" THING?! I don't know how much more I can take.

Charlie is still talking to Wonka. I can't hear them anymore. What are they saying?

I start to cry because there's nothing left I can do. I close my eyes to shut out all the staring eyes and hope this is all a nightmare.

"Violet!" Charlie says. I open my eyes after what seems like a couple minutes. He's standing in front of me. "They're going to roll you to the juicing room. It's just you're not... ready yet." He says carefully.

"What do you mean? Please, please make it stop. I feel like I'm going to... going to..." I can't say the word.

"Explode, my dear?" Mr. Wonka says behind Charlie. "I told you not to."

Tears are flooding from my eyes. I'm going to explode because I didn't listen.

"Violet, that's what we're trying to tell you," says Charlie calmly. "We aren't going to let you explode. Mr. Wonka was telling me about the juicing process." Charlie looks over at Mr. Wonka.

"Yes, it's a rather simple operation. We have to wait for the right time to juice you." Mr. Wonka reaches out his hand and pushes gently against my side. "Which will be soon." By this point my arms and legs are all but gone, leaving my hands and feet sticking out of my humongous body.

Before I can respond, Wonka takes out a small flute and plays a very short tune. What is that for?

"Please, everyone, back up and lend some space." Wonka uses his cane to push the group back, including Charlie.

"Space for what?!" I still don't understand what's going on and now I'm so puffed up I can feel my body pressing up against my chin.

"Violet, it's going to be okay. I promise!" Charlie replies. His eyes are showing worry though. I wish he wasn’t so far away.

A group of oompa loompas step forward and are quietly chatting amongst themselves. I can't hear what they're saying although I swear I hear a giggle here and there. I can't see all of them since my body is so large and in my line of sight. I start hearing chatter around me instead of just in front of me. I try to look around to figure out what they’re doing.

A couple of them are standing right in front of me where I can see them. They're gesturing and it seems they're judging my size. Suddenly the oompas are walking slowly around me. This makes me more uneasy and I try to take a couple steps to gauge what's happening. I hear one oompa laugh outright after I fail to move very far. They’re taking in more of my shape based on the gesturing I see and the small pushes I feel against my huge body. I feel violated again. They are pushing in so many places. Their hands press into me for a moment and I can feel my skin indent. When they let go my skin bounces. The oompas in front of me are also pushing into me. I can't quite see them since they're standing directly underneath what would be considered my stomach. I start feeling overwhelmed with all the touching and a small whimper leaves my lips. One of the oompas steps back in response and he looks me in the eyes. I feel like I'm going to start crying again. The oompa nods and says something to his companion. Then he gives a command and I sense the message being sent around me.

All of a sudden I feel lots of hands on my back and sides. The two oompas standing in front of me are directing the others. To do what, I'm not sure until I can feel myself moving, as if the goal is to tilt me on my back.

"Please don't!" I yell out. I start flapping my hands in distress. Charlie's words about rolling me have escaped my memory. I feel so helpless as the oompas tilt me back without issue even though I'm flapping about. Once my feet leave the ground I start kicking. I know it is futile to do, but it's a natural instinct to keep fighting. My leggings have overall stayed intact, which is surprising and I’m very grateful.

I hear Charlie call my name. I'm on my back now and I can't see anyone. It's very disorienting since I'm spherical. Only a bit of my back is on the actual ground and I feel even bigger now than when I was standing. I start hyperventilating.

"Charlie! Mr. Wonka!" I yell out, and then I give another yell as the oompa loompas start pushing me about. I can’t quite see where I am in the Inventing Room at any given moment and at times I don’t see any people around as I roll across the floor. Eventually I make it back to the area where we started and the oompas turn me one more time. For one second I can see Charlie and then I’m rolling through a set of large doors.

"They know what they're doing, Violet. They're going to help you!" I can hear Charlie's voice.

"Don't worry, my dear. I take good care of my guests," adds Wonka. He doesn't sound as indifferent as before. Or maybe I'm delusional.

[strugglingwriterwattpad]

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Chapter one – a hatful of dreams

As the sun struggled to break through the fog, a chilly morning greeted the passengers of a 1940s trawler boat. The rhythmic sound of ocean waves and the distant tolling of a ship's bell filled the air. Emerging from the thick mist, the boat approached the new city's dock, its passengers eagerly awaiting their arrival. Amidst the scene, a peculiar figure stood out - donning a vibrant green waistcoat and a scarf bursting with colours. With curly brown hair and eyes that matched the waistcoat’s hues, this enigmatic individual climbed the mast, their presence illuminated by the sun's rays piercing through the fog and ship smoke.

“After seven years of life upon the ocean, It is time to bid the seven seas farewell. And the city I’ve pinned seven years of hopes on Lies just over the horizon. I can hear the harbour bell!” Emerging from the icy mist, a magnificent ancient metropolis caught his eye. A grin spread across his face, for he knew that his days as a sailor were numbered and his new life as a proud shopkeeper was about to begin. “Land ahoy!!”

With a firm grip on the rope, Willy descended to the icy deck, while his fellow sailors readied the boat for docking. Navigating through the bustling engine room, he collected his worn-out plum-coloured tailcoat and weathered wooden suitcase. “Got a tattered overcoat and battered suitcase! Got a pair of leaky boots upon my feet. Got to drag myself up by my one good bootlace! Gotta work my rotten socks off if I wanna make ends meet!” With a daring leap, he landed on a supply crate just as it was lifted from the ship's hold. The crate soared high above the dock, swaying gracefully in the air. “I've poured everything I've got into my chocolate. Now it's time to show the world my recipes.” The brunette received a small bag of coins from the captain, the metal creating a clanging sound as it landed in his icy, pale hand. “good luck Willy!” he hollered waving off Willy with a supportive grin. “I’ve got twelve silver sovereigns in my pocket. And a hatful of dreams!”

Willy gracefully leapt off the crate and onto the back of a truck as it passed by, embarking on his exciting journey into the city of his dreams. The landscape he passed was blanketed in a thick layer of ice and slush, a messy combination of cobblestone debris and melting snow. With a burst of energy, the ghostly boy jumped down from the vehicle, his hands gripping a frozen lamp post adorned with tattered flyers and posters. With a graceful twirl, Willy descended the gleaming metal pole and found himself in the awe-inspiring town square. “There’s a famous restaurant on every street here. There's Brandino's and the Bar Parisienne”

The bustling square was adorned with a majestic cathedral, its towering presence casting a shadow over the surrounding area. The harmonious melodies of the choir echoed through the air, filling the square with a symphony of enchanting notes, reminiscent of the sweet songs of songbirds. In the centre of the square, a frozen fountain stood still, its waters suspended in time, a testament to the frigid weather that had gripped the city. On the opposite side, a grand dome building beckoned him with its grandeur, a destination he knew he would eventually reach. However, he couldn't resist the allure of exploration that lingered in the air, enticing him to wander through the square a little longer before embarking on his intended journey.

“Restaurant map, sir?” A cheerful attendant at a cosy booth offered a map of restaurants to the gentleman in a brown top hat, who graciously thanked him with a silver coin. “thank you!”

“Got a little map to tell me where to eat here...” As Willy unravelled his map, he suddenly spotted someone right by his side. To his surprise, it was a shoeshine boy, and the brunette had unknowingly placed his foot on the boy's box. The boy, with a mischievous grin, demanded a sovereign while wiggling his fingers, as if he had just completed a remarkable shine on the chocolate maker’s boot.

“Had a dozen silver sovereigns, now I'm somehow down to ten!”

With excitement in his eyes, Willy made his way towards a vibrant produce stall. As he reached out, his hands embraced an astonishingly enormous pumpkin, bursting with both delectable taste and vibrant hues. “Want the finest produce? This is where they stock it!” Willy narrowly avoided being hit by a streetcar that honked loudly, causing him to drop the pumpkin in shock. “That's three sovereigns, mate” The pumpkin splattered all over his boots, undoing all the work the boy had just completed moments before. “Though the prices are suspiciously extreme!”

“You break my pumpkin; you pay for it.”

“I've got five, six, seven-“

The dreamer strolled past the shops on the street, but his attention was immediately drawn to a charming green cottage-style shop. His eyes widened as he watched a woman inside, working cheerfully in her colourful attire, leaving Willy breathless with admiration. The vibrant hues of her clothing perfectly complemented the lush greenery that adorned her store, resembling ornaments on a festive Christmas tree. She was wearing an off-white blouse with puff sleeves that peeked through her green corduroy pinafore. The seams of the dress were decorated with different flower embroidery similar to his own waistcoat patterns. Her hands, covered in gardening gloves instead of winter ones, bore the marks of soil on each finger, a testament to her love for nurturing plants. The woman appeared to be around his age, her skin plump and her eyes sparkling like shiny coins. She captivated the poor adventurer with her beauty, snapping him out of his trance as she waved goodbye to a customer and the shop door chimed closed.

As he counted his coins, the chocolatier spotted the Shoeshine Boy cleaning his boots once again and reluctantly handed over yet another sovereign. At least the pumpkin was off his boot this time. “...six silver sovereigns in my pocket And a hatful of dreams”

[n0isy-gh0st]

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[itsemmaruthswan]

//So I’ve been trying to find this old Charlie and the Chocolate Factory fanfiction on Wattpad basically it’s a Willy x reader and Charlie is reader and Willy’s son, but Willy doesn’t know about Charlie and reader and Charlie live with the Bucket’s Mr. Bucket is Charlie’s uncle reader’s brother. Charlie finds the golden ticket like in the movie and reader takes him to the factory where eventually Willy finds out Charlie is his son.

If this sounds familiar to anyone please help

[noodleslugworth]

Here's a random thought: I wonder how did Willy come to find out about the hover flies? The people were all too eager to eat microscopic flies 😆

We know Willy's a freak (affectionately) and going by the line about cannibalism from the 2005 movie, I have some thoughts.

My thoughts are: 1.) He can't read, so did he rely on gathering all the info about hoverflies through word-of-mouth? Leaving the question how much of it is true. Are the facts about hoverflies solely what he was told, not just what he experienced?

2.) OR did he find it all out after trying it himself, on himself? He timed it and everything. Did he have a friend who's knowledgeable about microscopic organisms and helped figure it all out,

3.) OR (Because he was likely living on a ship at the time and was younger) did some sailor piss Willy off and then secretly became the subject of this hover flies trials and experiments?

Additional question: You think Willy has actually tasted human flesh before, while on his travels and living on ships?

[vinophidian]

Commission Art!

Here are my recent commissions for @tomdragamer and @/delta_the_black_owl on Instagram! As well as an art trade with @/ezylemon based on their Charlie and the Chocolate FactoryAU on Instagram ^^

DevilDice Commission based on his “Mrs. Meow Meow” fanfiction!