#You wouldn't doubt him getting cought on the first day as an act. He's a idiot

[proportions-never-heard-of-them]

Imagine if Sir Pentious getting cought was actually all an act part of Vox's plan - to have a man on the inside he was sure they wouldnt suspect

[rona-yoo]

𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: by this sunshine. 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Willy x Fem!Reader 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,094 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Someone climbed onto your balcony. You know who it is and you are very happy to see each other. But would your father be happy to see a living dead man kissing his daughter? 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Fluff, kissing, fast relationship building, getting cought (kinda). 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I didn't want any big work to come out of this, so I think I got it as I planned. As it looks pretty cute to me, so would love to hear what you think. Requests are open, and yes, for spicy ideas too. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐲 (𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐩). 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐒𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.

You slammed the door loudly and ran into your room. Without paying any attention to your father, who was still outraged somewhere on the first floor, you fell onto the bed, face into the pillows. His voice faded soon enough, but the anger that was boiling inside you wouldn't stop. How could he be so hard-headed? How could he act like a complete idiot for a completely stupid reason and not admit it?

You just overheard your father talking to the other cartel heads. You didn't get the full picture—the phone call stopped immediately. But no one was going to explain anything to you. All three of them hated Willy. That's what you knew for sure. And they'd hated him ever since they'd seen him in the gallery square from the windows of their stores. 

You have absolutely no interest in the family business. And especially the object of the business. All your life, on every holiday and on every significant occasion, you have received chocolate, among other gifts. And it became so much in your life that, at some point, you realized you couldn't stand it. But that very day, when Willy's singing caused a lot of people to crowd and block the doors of the Ficklegrubber's store that you happened to be in, you realized another thing. When you went out with your father to look at the weirdo who had set up shop in broad daylight, when you looked out from behind your father's back out of interest, thereby attracting Wonka's attention and getting a candy to try, you realized that your father's chocolate, and all chocolate produced by the cartel, was disgusting. It's so disgusting that from that moment on, you just can't take that filth in your mouth.

Willy's warm smile in response to your sincere reaction immediately put you at ease with him. You started laughing together when your father and the others started flying into the air, and when it came to you, he managed to grab you and steer you in the right direction and at the right speed so you wouldn't collide with anyone or hit the dome. You were already convinced at that moment that he was a decent and nice man. But you knew perfectly well that the 'great trinity' would destroy him with their influence, but when his store opened across the street, you had doubts in your mind. You couldn't go there yourself—you're the daughter of a competitor. But you sent a maid to buy more of his sweets. But when they came back, you found out what had happened inside. And you were furious. Surely it was their doing. Who else could he be interfering with? He, a nice, good-natured chocolatier?

And now, after Willy has been nowhere to be found for twenty-four hours, you hear your father's voice from the living room, happily discussing that they have finally “gotten rid of that pesky gnat”.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a thud. You lift your head from the pillow and look toward the balcony, but it's empty. Nothing out of the ordinary. Before you can put your head back down, there is a second thud, and this time you can see the top of someone's head behind the openwork fence. 

You leap out of bed instantly, running to the glass door leading to the balcony. You swing it open, and by then the unexpected guest has managed to climb up enough so that you can see his face. 

"Hey, Y/N," of course it's him. 

"Willy!" you exclaim as soon as you swing the door open, but immediately tone it down and continue with a whisper. "What are you doing here?" You run to the edge of the balcony and sit on your knees, resting your hands on the floor, so that you're almost at his level.

"I have a case to run,” he answers with a smile, but you have too many questions for you to just let him continue.

"Where were you? You just disappeared! What did the cartel tell you?" 

"I was supposed to sail far and wide, but I remembered something important."

"You...” you start, but then it clicks in your head and you realize. "They were gonna kill you?! They—"

"Listen,” Willy interrupts you, leaning forward as far as the edge of the balcony will allow. "We're going to expose them all. I understand he's your father, and I understand if you say no, but we really need your help."

“Who is 'we'?” You ask, losing the logical line of his words. But when you get the gist of it, you stop talking and think. On one hand, he is actually your father, but on the other, he was capable of murder. So senseless and ruthless. How could he? After a long pause, you sigh heavily, glancing back at the door to your room and returning your gaze to Willy. "I... honestly, I don't understand what's going on and what you're going to do, but... okay, I'll try to help. It blows my mind that my father is sitting carelessly on the couch in the living room after doing something like this."

Willy takes his hands off the ladder he's been holding onto and puts them over yours. 

"Thank you for agreeing." His tone became a little more serious. "Please tell me everything you know about the green ledger."

"The ledger?" You frown and ponder. "The last time I saw it was when I was about fourteen. It's probably in a safe under the cathedral now."

"Yeah, I already know that, but where exactly? They wouldn't put it in the most visible place."

"Let me see... Knowing all of them, they must have hidden it in some secret place. It'll probably be somewhere in the floor or in the wall. You can't put a combination lock in a place like that, so it's easy to open. Just knock and press on all surfaces that seem strange or too inconspicuous."

"Great, thanks again." 

He takes his hands off your arms, picks up the ladder again, and prepares to go down, but no sooner has he crossed one step and said goodbye to you than you grab him by the shoulder. 

"Aren't you going to explain anything to me?"

Willy raises his eyes at you.

"We don't have much time. I'll tell you everything as soon as it works out."

"You're going to break into the safe. What are the odds? You've already almost died, and you've only mentioned it in passing!"

"Trust me, it'll work," he answers, straightening up. 

You stare into his face, realizing that even if you try to talk him out of it, you won't succeed. Besides, it's obvious that he's not doing this for revenge, but for Noodle and the others. 

"Do you want to put him in jail?" you finally ask. Willy thinks and nods, to which you lower your head helplessly. "The chief of police is in on it with them..."

"If we find the ledger, it won't be a problem. Everyone involved in their schemes will be behind bars."

"Even I don't know the contents of that book, and you're so sure that information is enough? Are you sure it's going to work out exactly the way you want it to?"

"I am." Willy answers without hesitation.

"Good," you say, loosening your grip on his shoulder. He goes one step down, but you grab him again, crawling closer to the edge and resting your face against the railing. "Are you sure you're going to be okay? You have to tell me the whole story from beginning to end. Don't you dare die, leaving me in the dark!"

"Sure, I promise,” he chuckled. 

You look each other in the eye. You're well aware that something could happen to him, considering who he's dealing with. You realize that there's a chance this is the last time you'll see him, and so you have a thought in your head. A thought too intrusive to resist. Your gaze quickly runs from his eyes to his lips a few times before you let go of his shoulder, wrap two palms around his face, and pull him sharply to you, bringing your lips together in an impatient kiss. Willy loses his balance a little from surprise. The rest of his body pushes back a little, causing him to quickly grab the fence with one hand, humming against your lips. The other hangs in the air, unable to find a place for itself, but almost immediately it squeezes between the curls of the fence and rests on your cheek. It's more of a simple peck, and, assuming it's going to be quick, you start to pull away. But Willy pulls you back in, deepening the kiss, and you can't hold back a sigh. You've never been kissed like this before. You pull as close to each other as the fence allows. You literally press each other's faces into the metal patterns, the insurmountable barrier between you, trying to be even closer. Willy presses his torso against the fence, finding space to slip the other arm. He wraps it around your shoulders and pulls you toward him, so that you're now pressing your chest into the fence, too, and then he slowly slides it down to your waist. It's dangerous to linger, but neither of you can break away: as soon as one of you separates your lips, the other follows and connects them again. 

But then you hear a distant voice. It's like an electric shock—your father's coming up here. 

"Willy...” you try to say, but his lips are on yours and shuts you right away. You try to pull away, but he reacts in time to pull you back by the waist. You let go of his face and put your hands on his shoulders, sliding them down a little. You don't push him away, but you let him know it's dangerous to continue. "My father, my father... Father is coming up here!"

He pulls away immediately, throwing a quick glance behind you at the door. Ficklegrubber Sr.'s perturbations become clearer. 

"You have to go!" you whisper in panic, rising from your knees.

Willy lets you go. Again, due to the sudden movement, he tries to balance on the stairs and starts to descend. You straighten up and turn to face the door, not leaving the balcony, so that you can cover Willy and the edge of the ladder with yourself and your dress if he doesn't get down completely before your father bursts into your room. 

"That won't do, young lady!" comes from right outside the door. "Your behavior is unacceptable, and I won't have you talking to your own father like that because of that worthless little Wonka—” The door swings open, and Felix literally flies into the room, looking around for you. 

"I told you to knock, Dad." You say it nonchalantly and judgmentally, drawing attention to yourself.

"Don't snap at me! I'm going to tell you off now—” He turns toward the direction the voice is coming from, but instantly stops talking, glaring at you. You see his face stretch as he examines you from head to toe. "What... what's happened with your face?" you frown, not understanding the point of the question, but you immediately remember: your face was pressed into the fence a few moments ago, so it's definitely imprinted with its patterns now. "And... why is your lipstick so smeared?"

You're panicking. You have to come up with an answer quickly. That's when you hear the clatter of shoes hitting the ground. Followed by a barely audible rustle as the ladder was being removed. Great, Willy is already downstairs, which means you need to draw your father's attention away from the balcony so he doesn't come out and bend over to see what's going on down there.

"I ate your chocolate again and vomited. I wouldn't have made it to the restroom, but I wouldn't have thrown up right next to the bed either." You walk into the room and approach your father, stopping at his side and adding before you leave. "You want to be sure? Go take a look."

Immediately after you say that, he wrinkles his nose, a look of disgust appearing on his face. He gags, but you ignore that when you're already in the hallway. But no sooner do you get down to the first floor, bypassing your father's assistant, when you hear him come out of your room and follow you.

"Young lady!"

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: none.

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

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