My Lost Starshine (Willy Wonka x Reader)(2005)

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"Come on, Willy! It'll be fun!" you giggled, your pumpkin-shaped candy bag swinging as you bounced on your toes.

The brown-haired boy hesitated at his front door, clutching the edge of his coat. "I... I don't know. My dad would be really upset if he found out."

His wide eyes sparkled with a mix of fear and excitement as you reached out and took his hand. Your fingers laced with his, warm and sure, and you gently tugged him away from the neat, orderly house with its spotless windows and the faint smell of toothpaste lingering in the air.

"Come on!" you urged again when he tried to pull back. "You can't just stay inside forever!"

"W-Wait! You can't do that!" Willy protested, though his voice was already softening. He let you lead him a few more steps. "My father will be furious!"

"Oh, Willy..." You turned to him with your brightest smile, the one that always made your cheeks dimple. "I promise I'll share all my candy with you. We can eat it under the big cherry tree in my backyard—it's the perfect spot!"

He bit his lip, glancing back at his house one last time. "F-Fine... Deal."

You laughed in delight, squeezing his hand. "Yes! You're going to have so much fun, I just know it!"

Hand in hand, the two of you went from house to house under the harvest moon, your voices ringing out in perfect unison: "Trick or treat!"

Everyone cooed over your costumes—you as a friendly little mummy wrapped in strips of old bandage he'd helped you tie, and Willy as a shy ghost in a flowing white sheet with painted black eyes. Buckets filled quickly with chocolates, caramels, lollipops, and colorful sweets that crinkled in their wrappers.

After the last porch light dimmed, you finally reached your own house. "Come on in, Willy!" you said, beaming as you pulled him inside once more. A faint blush colored his cheeks at the contact, but he followed without protest.

You led him straight through the house to the backyard, where the old cherry tree spread its branches like a protective umbrella. The two of you plopped down on the soft grass, spilling your haul between you.

"This candy is amazing!" Willy exclaimed, eyes wide as he bit into a smooth chocolate square. The taste seemed to light up his whole face.

"I knew you'd love it," you said proudly, popping a piece into your own mouth.

Suddenly, he scooted closer and tugged you gently into his lap, wrapping his arms around you in a tight, grateful hug. You let out a surprised giggle, melting into the embrace.

"You're so good to me," he mumbled against your shoulder, voice small and sincere.

You hugged him back just as tightly, resting your cheek against his messy brown hair. "You're welcome, Willy. Always."

The two of you stayed like that for a long while, sharing candy and quiet laughter under the starry sky, the sweet taste lingering on your tongues.

But eventually, the night grew cooler, and Willy knew he had to go. When he slipped back through his front door, the hallway light flicked on.

His father stood there, stern and unyielding in his white dentist's coat. He tilted Willy's chin up without a word and inspected his teeth with a small mirror and light. The evidence was clear: bits of chocolate still stuck in the crevices.

"But Father!" Willy pleaded. "The candy tastes so good!"

"Nonsense," Dr. Wonka replied coldly. "You will not eat those things again. Sweets are very bad for your teeth."

That night, something inside young Willy broke—and something else was born. He packed a small suitcase with his few treasures (a scarf, a notebook of scribbled candy ideas, and a single stolen chocolate bar), and he ran away into the darkness, dreaming of a world where he could make all the sweets he wanted.

However, the wide world was bigger and lonelier than he'd imagined. He soon realized he couldn't build his dream alone. Heart heavy, he turned back toward home.

But when he arrived, the house was empty. His father was gone—moved away without a note, without a goodbye. Willy stood in the silent doorway, devastated.

He didn't know what to do. Then he thought of you.

He ran all the way to your house, shoes slapping against the pavement, hope flickering in his chest. But when he got there, the windows were dark, the "For Sale" sign stabbed into the lawn like a knife.

Your family had moved too.

Tears filled his eyes, spilling hot down his cheeks. "Why did you leave me too...?"

Rain began to fall, mixing with his tears until he couldn't tell which was which. He sank to his knees on the wet grass, heartbroken.

Where did you go? Where could you possibly be?

He sighed, wiping his face with a trembling hand, and slowly stood. If the world had taken his father and his only friend, then he would just have to find another way. He would start his own business somehow... make the most wonderful chocolates the world had ever seen...

...his Wonka candy business.

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Ａｕｔｈｏｒ'ｓ Ｎｏｔｅ

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𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴

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