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A bit of love and chocolate

Willy shares his last piece of chocolate.

Willy Wonka x Fem! reader

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The streets of the city were quiet at this hour, save for the distant sounds of late-night travelers and the occasional splash of rain against the cobblestone roads. The glow of lamplight flickered against the damp pavement, casting golden reflections that made everything feel just a bit more magical—at least, that’s how it felt whenever he was with you.  

Wrapped in a slightly tattered coat and clutching a small paper bag, Willy hurried down the alleyway, his breath clouding in the cool night air. He glanced over his shoulder, making sure he hadn’t been followed. Mrs. Scrubbit had already caught him sneaking out once before, and he couldn’t afford to be locked in the attic again. But seeing you—just for a little while—was worth any risk.  

When he finally reached the side street where you always met, he saw you waiting on the worn steps of your small flat, arms tucked around yourself for warmth. The sight made his heart do that funny little leap it always did whenever you were near.   

“Miss me?” Willy called softly as he stepped into the light.  

You turned, your face lighting up at the sight of him. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble sneaking out like this.”  

“Ah, but what’s life without a little danger?” he teased, plopping down beside you.  

You shook your head with a fond smile. “One day, she’s going to catch you.”  

“She’d have to be quicker than me.” He tapped his temple. “And I’m very fast when properly motivated.”  

You huffed a laugh, nudging him with your shoulder. “And what motivates you, exactly?”  

“Well…” He grinned, reaching into the paper bag. “Chocolate, mostly.” He pulled out a small, neatly wrapped piece and handed it to you.  

You raised an eyebrow. “Willy, that’s—”  

“My last piece, I know,” he interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. “And I’m giving it to you, because—” He turned to you, eyes warm, voice softer now. “That’s love.”  

You stared at him for a long moment, the teasing edge in your expression melting away. The words were spoken so easily as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and maybe to him, it was.  

You took the chocolate from his hand carefully, as if it were something delicate, something precious. “You really are something else, Wonka,” you murmured.  

“I like to think so.” He leaned in a little, resting his chin in his palm as he watched you with bright, expectant eyes. “Go on, try it! It’s a new batch. Made it myself, of course—top-tier craftsmanship, a hint of cinnamon, a whisper of nutmeg, and just the tiniest bit of longing.”  

You laughed, shaking your head, but did as he asked. The moment the chocolate melted on your tongue, you sighed in contentment. “That’s incredible,” you admitted.  

Willy beamed, rocking back on his heels. “I knew it! Love makes everything sweeter.”  

“Or maybe you’re just that good,” you mused.  

“Both!” he declared, pointing a finger in the air. “But mostly the first one.”  

You rolled your eyes fondly, but then your smile softened. “Thank you, Willy.”  

His expression turned a little sheepish as he scratched the back of his neck. “Well, I was planning on savoring it, but then I figured… I’d rather you have it.”  

Warmth spread through your chest, and before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. He froze for a second, then blinked at you, stunned.  

“Goodnight, Willy,” you whispered, standing up before he could say anything else.  

He remained seated, mouth slightly open, before breaking into the biggest, goofiest grin you’d ever seen. “Goodnight, dearest,” he called after you as you disappeared inside.  

Still grinning, Willy touched his cheek where you kissed him, then got to his feet, adjusting his coat. He had to get back before Mrs. Scrubbit noticed his absence, but somehow, sneaking back through the laundry chute didn’t seem like such a hardship tonight.  

After all, he had something even sweeter than chocolate to dream about.  

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