Random x Reader One-Shots

Always-Willy Wonka X Charlie Bucket Aunt!Reader

(A/N): There are mentions of illness and death in this chapter.
Mr Wilkinson is still Wonka's assistant, however he has the mindset constantly that he wants to take over and tries to take over conversation to get his word in.

"Charlie my love, please come here." Y/N croaked from her bed. Her skin pale and muscles weak. The cabbage soup laid cold on her bedside table, alongside a quickly cooling cup of hot water.
"Yes aunt Y/N?"
"I want you to tell him one thing from me."
"Tell who, what from you?" He glanced sadly at Y/N's pale face.
"Mr Wonka. Say you ever met him, tell him that he appeared in my dreams once, and that I'm sorry. No questioned asked."
"What for?"
"Ah-No questions Charlie. Just apologise to him from me, as I'll never manage to get there now will I?" Y/N chuckled softly.

When Charlie and his family had moved into the factory, they had buried Y/N's body in the garden of their old house. A wooden cross stands guarding the pile of muck and dirt, as the sun shone brightly onto it, causing a shadow to lurk behind it. The Bucket family couldn't be happier with their life. Free sweets, free food, a nice place to live and only a few rules and limits to go by.

"Mr Wonka?" Charlie perked up in the silence that enveloped the room.
"Yes my dear boy."
"There's one more member of my family that I've never told you about."
"Your father? You've told me a few times over."
"No... my aunt. My aunt Y/N. She passed before I got the ticket but she told me to tell you I'm sorry. Well-she's sorry. She wouldn't tell me why, so I just kept it to myself until today." He shrugged effortlessly.
"Y/N bucket? How lovely to see you still keep her in your memory."
"Well, her name was actually Y/N Y/L/N but she just went by Bucket. It was easier."
"Y/N Y/L/N? Never heard of her..." Wonka trailed off and went back to his writing.

"So the boy must die?" William asked as he swallowed a lump in his throat.
"Yes, he must die. And you yourself must do it, Mr Wonka. That is essential." Mr Wilkinson stated and there was a long, awkward silence.
"I thought all these years we were protecting him for her. For Y/N." He tried to catch his breath he lost as he let out a sob.
"We protected him because it was important to teach him, to watch his poor family raise him, to let him try find his own strength," said Mr Wilkinson. "Sometimes I thought he had figured it out himself. If I know him as well as I think, he will have arranged matters so that when he does meet his death, it will truly be worth it."

William quickly opened his eyes, wiping some tears away. "You kept him alive so that he can die at the right moment?" He shouted, red in the face.
"Don't be shocked, Wonka. How many children and parent have you watched suffer the consequences of their own pure disrespect and selfishness?"
"Only those who won't learn through basic human punishment and negative reinforcement!" He stood up. "You used me to benefit your own. I asked you, as my assistant, to watch over them and you wouldn't so I put myself in mortal danger and dept for you. I did what you told me I needed to, to protect him. You're a foul man. You've been raising him like a pig for slaughter"

"Don't tell me you've grown to care for the poor boy with nothing good going for him but his family who all sleep in one room! His aunt who couldn't even pay to stop herself getting sick because everything went towards the family!"
"Don't you dare speak about her like that!" Wonka spat and fumbled with a chain around his neck, pulling out a golden locket with her photo in. "Don't you DARE!"
"After all this time?" Mr Wilkinson looked at the locket then back up at William, who had a cooling red face and tears threatening to fall.

"Always," he mumbled and walked out of the room.