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hereforreadandwrite · 1 year ago

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Chapter One

Masterlist

The chocolate factory of the famous Willy Wonka was a place shrouded in mystery. Your grandpa Joe had told you many times that the factory had been closed for several years. But no one knew who could run this huge confectionery factory. Your grandpa Joe's stories made you want to visit this strange chocolate factory. Even if you thought some memories of your grandpa had to be fantasized, even if you adored him, some things were impossible. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the engines of the Wonka trucks delivering the famous treats. The people driving the trucks were the only people who could get in and out of the factory. You shook your head slightly before walking back to the crude cabin that served as your family's home. Your uncle and your aunt were not well off people. You could tell they were struggling to make ends meet. From an early age, you did odd jobs to help them as best you could. Now you worked in a small store a few blocks from the cabin, all your salary went to the Bucket family. You pushed the cabin door, greeting your grandparents, your aunt and your cousin. They answered you with a "hello" and "good evening" as you closed the door and took off your coat.

"Was it to the store, honey?" asked Madame Bucket, who was cooking her famous cabbage soup.

"Nothing out of the ordinary," you replied before going to hug each member of your family before sitting down next to Charlie.

The door was not long in opening on the father of the family: Mr. Bucket. The man greeted the family which was now complete. Mr. Bucket approached his wife to kiss her. She asked her husband if there was anything else to put in the soup. You felt your heart sink as you watched the smile disappear from your uncle's lips, giving way to an embarrassed expression, shaking your head slightly. Your aunt quickly replied that cabbage went best with cabbage, all while bringing down her chopper on the poor vegetable. The father of the family came to sit at the table, announcing to Charlie that he had something for him. He took caps of toothpaste from his pocket, placing them in front of the young boy who was more than happy to find the missing piece to complete his precious model of the chocolate factory.

"It's exactly what I need!" exclaimed Charlie, rushing to his closet to pull out his model.

"What's it, Charlie?" Grandpa Joe asked, trying to see what his grandson was doing.

Charlie put down his model of the famous chocolate factory, made entirely of toothpaste cap, to hang the last missing piece: the head of Willy Wonka.

"Dad fount it, just the piece I needed."

"What piece was it?" you asked, studying the model.

"A head for Willy Wonka," he replied smiling at you.

"Well! How wonderful!" said Grandma Josephine.

"It's quite a likeness," Grandpa Joe commented.

"You think so?" Charlie asked as he left your legs to walk closer to his grandparents' bed.

"Think so? I know so."

You took advantage of this moment to join your aunt in the small kitchen to prepare the bowls as well as the tray. Once the bowls were filled, you distributed them to the others before settling on the ladder, listening with one ear to Grandpa Joe's stories. You have heard them many times. You wondered what Willy Wonka looked like. Why did he never leave his factory? Where did all his ideas for his sweets come from? You quickly finished your soup to go to the room you shared with your cousin. You swapped your clothes for your nightgown, hole because of moths, and you slipped under the covers.

"I'd give anything in the world just to go in one more time... and see what's become of that amazing factory," Grandpa Joe said dreamily.

"Well, you won't," Grandpa George snapped, snapping Grandpa Joe out of his thoughts. "Because you can't! No one can. It's a mystery and i will always be a mystery. Even (Y/N) understood it. That little factory of yours, Charlie, is as close as any of us is ever going to get."

Grandpa George was right. It would take a miracle for anyone to set foot in the chocolate factory.

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A sigh escaped your lips as you explained to the umpteenth customer that all the chocolate bars had been sold. Since this morning, people had become hysterical. You had learned from Bill that the great Willy Wonka had hidden five golden tickets to allow five people to visit his chocolate factory. Part of you wanted to find that famous ticket, but you knew your chances were slim, extremely slim.

"They were crazy before, but now it's worse," you say, carrying the last box full of Wonka bars.

"And again! Have you ever seen a new flavor come out?" Bill asked chuckling.

"I remember when the morning dew flavored lollipop came out for Valentine's Day. I've never seen so many women banging on it for simple lollipops."

Bill was laughing as you carried the box of Wonka candy into the shop. You didn't have time to open the box and put the goods away when people came tumbling into the store, their money in their hands and yelling at you to give them the famous chocolates. A crazy day in itself. At the end of the day, you were completely exhausted and sweaty. People had gone absolutely crazy.

"You did very well, kiddo," Bill said, ruffling your hair.

"Do you think this frenzy will last long?"

"Hey! Wait a bit when the first golden ticket is found. Here, present from the house." Bill handed you a Wonka chocolate bar.

You thanked your boss while unwrapping the candy. Bill was watching carefully as you removed the foil.

Nothing.

You shrug your shoulders and say you've at least won some chocolate for tonight. You said good night to Bill before leaving the store, biting into chocolate. You had to finish it before going home. You loved your family, but there were times when you wanted to keep certain things to yourself. You were already giving your salary to your uncle and your aunt. You had every right to be selfish from time to time. To be sure of that, you took a detour to finish your candy. You sat on a bench, quietly eating your chocolate and enjoying this moment of solitude. You finished the last square of the tablet. You threw the packaging in the first trash can you found, your attention was caught by the newspaper that was inside. You took out the trash so you could read the articles.

"Well, the employee unable to serve his customers is scavenging," commented a female voice.

You sighed as you turned to one of Bill's store customers. One of the hysterical customers who yelled at you when you told her Wonka chocolate was out of stock.

"And the unpleasant customer has nothing else to do with her evening?" you asked sarcastically.

"You little..."

"Everything's going good here?"

You jumped as you turned to the third person who had just arrived. You didn't hear it coming. Who was this guy? He was tall, slender, wearing a top hat and odd glasses, dressed in a red velvet jacket, wearing gloves and holding a cane. The disgruntled customer huffed and mumbled something incomprehensible before turning on her heels and leaving, leaving you alone with this strange man.

"Thank you, sir," you say, turning to the strange man.

"It's nothing. I wasn't going to let that awful thing go after you, Barley Sugar."

"Barley sugar?"

"My dearest apologies, I didn't ask your name."

"Sorry, but my family always told me not to talk to the stranger. Thanks for saving me anyway, stranger."

"Good night, Barley Sugar."

You moved away from the mysterious man to take the road and return to the cabin after another small detour to enjoy your well-deserved moment of solitude. Night had long since fallen when you returned. Your grandparents, Mr Bucket and Charlie were fast asleep. Only Madame Bucket was still awake, sitting at the table, a bowl of cabbage soup just waiting to be eaten. Your aunt was giving you a stern look as you closed the door and took off your jacket which you hung up with the others.

"Where were you? I was worried, you know."

"Sorry, aunt. It was a crazy day with that golden ticket thing. People almost scratched my eyes out when they saw they didn't have the ticket," you say while eating your soup.

"(Y/N). Your... your uncle lost his job. From now on... you are our only source of income, honey."

The sip of soup passed slowly down your throat. It had to be a bad joke. Was God punishing you for a stupid Chocolate bar? You sighed knowing what she was going to ask of you and it didn't take long to happen: working overtime at Bill's. You wanted to scream, to tell her that you were already giving away everything you earned and now they're asking for more. But you didn't say anything, you just smiled and nodded.

"No problem. I'll... ask Bill for more hours," you say, tightening your grip on the spoon.

"I'm sorry, honey. Everything will be okay, I promise."

As per usual. It was you who was drinking.

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Chapter Six

Masterlist

As Grandma Georgina had said, things have started to look up for the Bucket family. The next day Charlie helped his parents fix the roof, Grandpa Joe had spent the day out of bed, not feeling the slightest fatigue. Your uncle had found a new job, he was fixing the machines that took his job. As for you, you had resumed the course of your miserable life, you had resumed your work at Bill's shop, with the old clothes of your grandmothers and your aunt. You didn't have the courage to put on the clothes Willy bought you. It was still too painful for you. How could you be heartbroken when nothing was happening between you two? On the one hand, you could understand the fact that a family is a burden. But you couldn't forgive him for upsetting Charlie. Your cousin had started working as a shoe shiner, around the corner. A sigh escaped your lips as you finished placing the Wonka bars on the rack. You didn't want to think about that damn chocolatier, but you couldn't.

"Fucking chocolate," you muttered as you went into the back room to throw the empty box away with the others.

Another day of work had just ended. You left the shop to go to Charlie's workstation. You smile as you see the boy packing his things. The two cousins returned home. The dinner was taken in a religious silence. Ever since you visited the chocolate factory, your family barely spoke to you, especially Grandpa Joe. He was mad at you for the story of the golden ticket and for not letting him visit the chocolate factory one last time. It was stupid. Completely stupid.

"It's great that luck is finally smiling on us," Charlie said as he poured a sugary drink into the new glasses his parents had bought.

"We just needed time to bounce back," Mr. Bucket replied with a huge grin.

Time for them to bounce back. What about you? They always took your entire salary, leaving you penniless. In this chance, you were unhappy. Everyone was happy except you. Why were you the only one who had to suffer? You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard them laugh. You felt like they were laughing at you.

"Since Uncle Bucket is finally bouncing back and making a better living, I can finally keep my salary," you say, glaring at your uncle and aunt sternly.

Your request threw a chill in the cabin. Your gaze rested on your uncle and your aunt who did not know what to answer. They were serious? You shrug, fingering your food with your fork.

"It's true, now that you have a stable salary uncle. I'm going to start saving," you say, stuffing a piece of chicken in your mouth. "

We…we still have some difficulty, honey," Mrs. Bucket said with a tight smile.

"Me too. Since all my salary has been going into your pocket for several years. Besides, have you thought about paying me back everything you've taken from me since I was… uh… thirteen. Thirteen years of salary. That's a lot, isn't it?" you commented, throwing your cutlery on your plate.

"Charlie, go to your room," Mr. Bucket said as he put down his cutlery.

"Why should he leave? You have nothing to hide from him, do you?" you asked, glaring at your uncle.

"Charlie go to your room!"

"Charlie stay here!"

Charlie was staring between you and his panicked father. He didn't like the turn of events. The atmosphere was palpable. You and your uncle looked each other in the eye. You refused to look away. You had the right to keep your money and be reimbursed.

"Why do you want Charlie out?" you asked, your voice dripping with hate.

"(Y/N)! You're getting unreasonable!" growled Mrs. Bucket.

"Unreasonable?" you asked looking at your aunt. "Is it unreasonable of me to want my hard-earned money back? Is it unreasonable of me to want to save up to buy things for myself? Kind of nice clothes? Sweets? Jewelry?"

"We already give you our clothes!"

"Old, seedy and ugly."

"We buy you sweets!"

"Lie."

"And what do you want to do with jewelry?! We're not going to pay you back a single penny! You know we're in need!"

"I too am in need. And your fault!" You had just said your sentence while shouting and slamming your hands on the table, startling everyone.

You looked at your uncle and your aunt with hatred. It was always the same thing, they wanted to make you feel guilty. But now you weren't going to let it go. You weren't going to let yourself go anymore.

"It's over! I won't give you a single penny anymore!" you say between your teeth. "I'm tired of having to pay to live under this roof!"

"Do you think we wanted you? We just felt sorry. We were hesitant to put you in an orphanage. We should have done that," Mr. Bucket said. "It would have saved us this whole situation. You are a parasite (Y/N). And you will always remain a parasite."

It was like a cold shower. You couldn't help but laugh nervously. You knew it. You headed for the coat rack, grabbed your jacket and left the Bucket family residence. Tears streamed down your cheeks. You knew this day was coming, but you never thought it would happen like this, in front of Charlie. You stopped in front of Bill's shop. You entered the store and were surprised to see a young man holding the cash register.

"Good evening miss," the young man greeted smiling at you. "How can I help you?"

"Do you...do you work here?" you asked under your breath.

"Yes. Bill hired me two days ago," he said, laughing a little. "I only work nights, but Bill is going to fire this girl. He says she was no longer suitable because of the image she sent back."

"What kind of image did she send back?"

"A poor, badly-dressed girl. Maybe I shouldn't say this, but he admitted to me that he hired her out of pity, because her family is poor. But with the publicity of her finding the golden ticket in his shop, he couldn't afford to keep her."

You felt something inside you snap. The only person you trusted had just betrayed you because of your financial situation. You thanked Bill's new employee before leaving the small shop to wander around town. Where could you go? Nobody needed you. Neither your family nor your boss. What could you do? You were taken out of your thoughts by noticing that you were in front of the chocolate factory. You had come without realizing it. Since the visit, you hadn't seen Willy. All you knew about him was that the sale of his sweets had fallen sharply. You put your hand on the back of your neck, hesitating to knock on his door.

"If you change your mind Barley sugar, my door is open."

You approached the door intended for the employees. You pressed the intercom button. You had to wait a few seconds before the high-pitched voice of an Oompa Loompa was heard. You instantly regret doing that. You sputtered an apology, saying it was a mistake. You started to walk away when you heard the intercom chime low and the gate unlock. You stopped, turning towards the gate. An out Oompa Loompa, approaching you.

"You should come inside, miss (Y/L/N). This way."

A defeated sigh escaped your lips. You follow the Oompa Loompa inside the chocolate factory. The little man leads you to the huge entrance hall. He asked you to wait there, the time he went to warn Willy of your arrival. You ran your hands over your scruffy coat, leaning your back against the wall. Why did you come here? Willy was probably going to spit in your face like your aunt and uncle. Like Bill. Yes, that was probably it. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the "ding" of the elevator. You felt your heart beat faster when you saw Willy stepping out of the elevator.

"You came back," he said under his breath.

"I… I must be disturbing you," you said as you started to back away towards the door.

"No! No, you don't bother me!" he hastened to say, catching up with you. "Please don't go."

"No! It was a stupid idea. I… I shouldn't be here," you say, feeling a wave of angst wash over you.

Your heart was racing, your breathing became erratic, you were sweating profusely. You were having a panic attack. Tears were leaking from your eyes, rolling down your cheeks. Seeing you in this state, Willy put his hands on your shoulders, telling you to focus on his breathing. You watched Willy take a deep breath in through his nose and a long breath out through his mouth. You imitated him, concentrating on the chocolatier's breathing. Inhaling and exhaling like him until your panic attack subsides, leaving you drained of all energy. Willy put his arm around your shoulders, leading you to the glass elevator. The chocolatier pressed a button, activating the elevator which took you, both of you, to his apartment. His living space was spacious. Willy guided you to his huge leather sofa before going to the kitchen area. You took the opportunity to look around. Everything here screamed Willy Wonka. Everything was in shades of red and gold. There were numerous papers scattered on the coffee table as well as, what looked like, treats. Willy came back and sat next to you, handing you a steaming cup of cocoa.

"Here. This will warm you up."

You took the steaming cup in your hands. The heat warmed your frozen hands. You were watching the hot drink swirl around in the cup when you saw movement in your peripheral vision. You looked up, watching Willy gather up his papers and the sweets.

"Such a mess," he said, laughing nervously.

"You needn't be embarrassed. I'm the one unexpectedly showing up," you say bringing the cup to your lips, drinking the sugary drink.

The hot cocoa did you a world of good. You had long deprived yourself of the sweets of the great Willy Wonka. After the visit, you had stopped eating his treats. Although you couldn't afford it. You set the empty mug down on the table, nervously running your hands over your scruffy clothes. What were you supposed to say? Did you have to tell Willy you had nowhere to go? That you had lost your job because of your financial situation? You nervously rubbed your hands between them, feeling the tears start to roll down your cheeks again, your throat tightened, preventing you from speaking properly. Willy took your hand in his, squeezing it gently, telling you to take your time and breathe well. You took a deep breath, swallowing back your tears.

"I...I lost everything," you say with a tight throat.

"How so?" Willy asked

"My uncle and my aunt... we... we had a fight. I... I was tired of having to give them all my salary. My... my uncle got a new job and... I told them I didn't want to give them my salary anymore and... I left. I went to Bill's and... he replaced me with someone else."

"Why does your boss do such a thing?"

"Because I'm poor. I'm poor because of my uncle and my aunt. I have to wear old clothes and according to them I don't need new clothes or anything. I... I can't go home anymore."

Willy felt something snap inside him when he heard your words. You couldn't go home any more, just as he couldn't go back to his father after he ran away. The chocolatier put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his embrace.

"I'm sorry, Barley sugar. No one should go through such an ordeal," he said, pressing his cheek to the top of your head as he hugged you before stepping back, cupping your face in his hands to wipe away your tears with his thumbs. "You know what we're going to do? I'm going to fix you a nice hot bath, you'll put on some fluffy pajamas and then you'll have a good night's sleep. We'll discuss all this tomorrow morning, okay?"

"You… are you okay with me staying here?" you asked surprised.

"Of course. What kind of person would I be if I left you out?" he said, taking your hand in his. "Come."

Willy led you to the bathroom. You sat on the edge of the tub, watching Willy run the hot water, putting products in the tub that seemed to cost a fortune. When your bath was ready, Willy went to his room before returning with clean clothes. He tells you to take your time before you leave the room, leaving you alone. The chocolatier closed the door behind him, allowing you to undress and step into the tub. The hot water bit into your icy skin. You were sinking into the water. The smell of the products smelled extremely good. How could things have gotten so bad? All for a damn golden ticket you refused to give to Grandpa Joe and Charlie. You shook your head, pushing his thoughts out of your mind. You didn't have to think about it anymore. You grabbed the soap, cleaning your body and your tangled hair. Once clean, you got out of the tub to dry off and put on the pajamas that Willy lent you. You buttoned up the shirt and put on the pants, which fell to the floor.

"Great," you muttered as you put the pants back on, which you had to hold on to before leaving the bathroom.

Willy turned to you, asking if everything was going well. Her voice stuck in her throat seeing you dressed in her pajamas that were too big for you. You had to roll up the sleeves and the edges of the pants so you wouldn't trip while walking as you approached him for help.

"The... the pants are too big," you say uncomfortably.

"Too big? Oh yes! Let me help you," he said, rolling up the edge to tighten the pants at the waist before stepping back. "Voilà!"

"Thank Willy."

"No problem. I… I'll show you where you're going to sleep." Willy motioned for you to follow him as he headed for his room.

The room was the size of the Bucket family home. There was a King-sinz bed in the middle of the room, solid wood furniture. Willy walked over to his chest of drawers to pull out a pillow and blanket.

"What are you doing?" you asked looking at Willy.

"I'm going to sleep on the couch."

"No, I'm going to sleep there, sleep in your bed. I don't want to feel like I'm chasing you."

"Oh! Don't worry, Barley sugar. I usually fall asleep on my desk and I still have a lot of work to do. I still have a few more hours. Sleep. We'll talk tomorrow morning."

"Alright good night."

"Good night." Willy left the room leaving you alone.

You turned off the light before slipping under the covers. The sheets were nothing like those of the Bucket family, the mattress was comfortable and it was the first time you slept alone. It was nice to have a bed for either. Without realizing it, you fell asleep, exhausted by this evening.

You were suddenly awakened from your sleep when you heard the door to the room open with force and slam against the wall. The light was on, dazzling you. You didn't have time to open your eyes when someone took the blanket off.

"Get up," Willy ordered, standing in front of the bed. "Hurry up."

"Willy? What's going on?" you asked perplexed.

"Get up, you're leaving."

"W-what?"

"Are you deaf? I told you to leave," he said grabbing your arm, forcing you out of bed. "Hurry up."

"But... you said your doors were always open to me," you say, your throat tight.

"You seriously think I'm going to harbor a poor girl in my chocolate factory," he says, dragging you to the door of his apartment.

You were trying to speak, but your voice was stuck in your throat. Willy opened the door, pushing you into a darkened room.

You looked around you lost before looking at Willy who slammed the door in your face. Your eyelids opened by themselves, your heart was beating at breakneck speed in your chest. You hurriedly turned on the bedside lamp, looking around frantically. You were still in Willy's room. He didn't kick you out. You hurriedly left the bed, as well as the room, to see the chocolatier sitting in his chair, busy reading, scribbling notes, crossing out and mumbling to himself. You moved closer to the sofa, catching Willy's attention.

"Already standing up?" he asked, pulling out a watch. "It's three o'clock in the morning."

"You… you want me to stay?" you asked lost.

"Sure. Are you okay? You're pale," he said, getting up from his couch to come closer to you. "You're shaking. What's going on?"

"You... you were kicking me out. You said you didn't want a poor girl in your chocolate shop."

"(Y/N). I'll never kick you out. I told you, didn't I? The doors of my chocolate factory will always be open to you," he said, hugging you. "You had a nightmare. Just a horrible nightmare. I'll never kick you out, I promise."

You clung to his shirt like your life depended on it. You couldn't stop your body from shaking from this nightmare. Willy put his hand on your cheek, making you raise your head. He was smiling tenderly at you as he leaned in towards you, pressing his lips to your forehead.

"You should go back to bed, Barley sugar," he said, running his hand over your cheek.

"Would you mind sleeping with me. I... I don't want to sleep alone."

You felt like a child asking her parents to join them in their bed. Except that there, you were no longer a child and you had just asked Willy Wonka if he could sleep with you. He didn't say anything, he just smiled when he placed another kiss on your forehead. He nodded, telling you he was going to change and you could go back to the bedroom until he came back. You went back to the chocolatier's room. Slipping under the sheets waiting for his return. You felt the claws of sleep trying to tear you away from reality. Your eyelids started to close on their own when you heard the door close. Your eyelids opened to see Willy dressed in his pajamas. It was quite comical to see. The chocolatier came and slipped under the sheets, turning off the light before lying down beside you.

"Sleep, (Y/N). Tomorrow will be another day."

You nodded slightly, falling asleep again. Willy sighed, adjusting the blanket around your shoulders before falling asleep too.

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You awoke from your sleepless sleep feeling your cheek pressed against something firm and warm. When you opened your eyes, your gaze saw Willy's face. The chocolatier was asleep, his arm wrapped around your waist. In your sleep, you had moved closer to him and vice versa. You tried to gently pull your arm away from your waist to get off the bed, but Willy tightened his grip, pulling you closer to him as he nuzzled your hair.

"Mmh... too soon...," Willy muttered still sleepy. "Sleep..."

"B-but..."

You didn't have time to talk until the alarm clock started ringing. Willy sighed loudly. He had to let go of you to cut off this instrument of torture. You didn't have time to talk until the alarm clock started ringing. But you, you didn't know what you were going to be able to do to occupy yourself and forget what happened last night. Just thinking about it made you feel bad. What were you going to do? You had to hurry to find a new job and a new place to live. You left the room going to sit on the couch while Willy shuffled into the kitchen.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked, opening the door of his fridge.

"I…I don't know. I don't usually eat in the morning," you say, getting up from the sofa and moving closer to the counter.

"In that case, let me prepare something for you," he said, taking some ingredients.

You watched Willy begin to scramble eggs with sausage and toast. You were surprised to find that he knew how to do something other than sweets. Once breakfast was ready, he placed a well-stocked plate in front of you before taking his own plate to begin eating.

"That's really good," you say as you finish your plate. "It's quite surprising."

"Really? You thought I was a bad cook?" Willy chuckled.

"It's just that… since you're so obsessed with sweets, I couldn't see you eating anything other than chocolate."

"I can't… really contradict you," he said, pushing his empty plate aside. "Well. Now. We're going to have to discuss what's going to happen."

You wanted to disappear six feet underground. You didn't want to talk about the Bucket family and Bill. You pushed your plate away, running your hands over your face.

"You don't have to worry. I'll find a job soon..."

"(Y/N)."

"I won't be dragging your feet for very long."

"(Y/N). I don't want you to leave."

To say you were surprised was an understatement. You didn't expect him to say such a thing to you. If his goal was to leave you speechless, he had succeeded. You didn't know what to answer. You mumbled a few words before shutting up and massaging your temples.

"Wi-Willy... why do you want me to stay? I'm just a burden to people. Nobody needs a poor girl. I'm just going to drive down your chocolate stock. People aren't going to let this go!"

Willy nodded slightly when he heard your explanations. The chocolatier sighed, running his hand through his tangled hair.

"You're right. People wouldn't take kindly to me harboring a poor girl, like you say," he said with a sigh, shrugging his shoulders.

"You see."

"But I've never been like the others, Barley sugar. I would have thought you had understood that during the visit," he said, moving around the counter to come closer to you. "I'm not like other people. I don't care that you're a poor girl. It doesn't mean anything. It doesn't define who you are."

"Are you telling me you know me?"

"Partly. I know you hate your social status, but you're nice," he said, tucking a flyaway hair behind your ear. "You have your heart on your sleeve. Despite what happened with your uncle and aunt, you were helping them. I know that despite everything, you love Charlie with all your heart. You have a good person (Y/N). You inherit my happiness. Let me give you all this."

You felt like your heart was going to explode and you were sure that your cheeks were as red as the wrappers of his famous chocolate. You swallowed hard, unable to help but laugh nervously.

"I feel like I'm hearing a statement," you say, fiddling with your fingers nervously.

"What if there was one?"

Alright, there you were pretty sure your face had turned crimson. You mumbled incomprehensible words, trying to create some sort of sentence. Your confusion greatly amused the chocolatier. Willy ran his fingers over your cheek, pressing his lips to your forehead before stepping back to get ready. You let out your breath when you heard the bathroom door close. Did Willy really just tell you that he wanted you to stay with him because he wanted to make you happy? Was he telling the truth or was he making fun of you?

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Two weeks passed.

Two weeks you lived in the chocolate factory and watched TV. Even though Willy had told you he wanted to make you happy, you were still so unhappy. Willy had tried to entertain you and occupy your mind as best he could. He had taken the time to show you around the rest of his chocolate factory, he had shown you how he made his famous chocolate bars, but you were still concerned about the Bucket family and what they had done to you.

Every night, you had nightmares of Willy throwing you out, you saw your uncle and your aunt throwing you out again, Bill who made fun of everything or Mrs Beauregarde insulting you by clinging to Willy. Tonight was no exception to this rule. You woke up with a start and terrified, forcing Willy to abandon his work to come and console you and reassure you. You couldn't help wondering how long he was going to put up with you. You prevented him from working and you knew that the purchase of his sweets fell even more. You were definitely going to ruin it.

"I can't stay here anymore," you say between sobs.

"Barley sugar, you just had a bad dream. I would never kick you out, you know that," he said, cupping your face in his hands.

"I'm not talking about that," you say stepping back. "It's my fault that your sweets have dropped even more! I'm just a dead weight preventing you from working properly! I...I don't..."

"(Y/N). (Y/N) look at me."

You shook your head, clutching the blanket in your hands. You had had enough of this whole situation. Of your discomfort. You felt like the last of the fools. You just wanted to be quiet and not feel like a burden on others anymore. Willy places his fingers under your chin, forcing you to raise your head and stare at him. The chocolatier pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"It's not your fault that my treats are selling less. I'm solely to blame for that," he said, sighing and stepping back. "I'm completely lost. I hesitate about everything, I don't know what taste to give them, I change my mind every two minutes. Since the visit, nothing works as I would like and as..."

Willy fell silent, you saw a spark run through his eyes. A huge smile appeared on his lips. The chocolatier had come to the conclusion that the candies looked like him and since he was bad, his candies were bad because of it. You wiped away your tears, looking puzzled at Willy as he smiled at you.

"We're going to have to go see Charlie."

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#x reader #charlie and the chocolate factory #charlie bucket #fanfiction #grandma georgina #grandma josephine #grandpa george #grandpa joe #willy wonka #willy wonka x reader #female reader #fanfic #oompa loompa

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