Willy Wonka - Oneshots (2023)

The bookstore and it's owner

The rain surprised me as I walked out of my bookstore. The hours had just passed by, with me barely noticing. I've been working every day, every since I opened my own book store.

Books has always been my escape. My adventure. My dearest friend. Therefore, I've always had this dream of opening my own book shoop, with cozy corners for my customers to relax in and start reading immediately. I love to help them find their next adventure. Maybe a fantasy, or a passionate romance?

But living the dream was tiring. Turning my back towards the empty street, I locked the door. I took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air that rain usually brings along. A cold breeze froze me to the core and I pulled my coat closer to my body.

I took a few steps down the street. I could either go home, or go to the local pub and maybe drink something warm. I've been working so hard lately. I deserve this.

The pub was surprisingly full this evening, especially considering the fact that it was past midnight. A lively tune had some people dancing, stepping their boots to the melody. Their happy sounds put a smile on my lips. I walked up to the bar, and leaned across it, hoping to get the bartenders attention. Once I got it, I ordered my favorite drink and began sipping immediately, relaxing my entire body.

I sat down on a high chair at the bar, as I continued to sip on my drink. Everyone in the pub looked so happy, it was comforting. Being a local, I recognised everyone here. Every face was a friendly one that I've met before.

My gaze landed on a man, with brown curly hair and a maroon coloured coat. The, to me, only stranger in here. My gaze didn't want to leave him, once I'd spotted him. His smile was contagious. He had this kind of light in his eyes, something about this stranger told me that he was someone I wanted to meet.

But, being me, I didn't dare to approach him. It's easy to talk to people when they're fictional, words on paper. It's another tale entirely to speak to a living pers-

"Tell me, dear. What is running in those pretty little thoughts of yours?" A voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked up from my drink to lock eyes with the man I'd just been staring at.

Suddenly, my cheeks were burning. Oh my, did I accidentally stare at him long enough for him to notice?

"Excuse me, what did you ask me?" I ask as I lean in closer.

He smiled widely at me.

"I just want to know what you were thinking about. That, or you can tell me your name." He said, tilting his head.

I inhaled.

"My name's Y/n."

"Y/n..." He said slowly, as if he was tasting the letters. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Willy Wonka." He reached out a hand for me to shake. I took it, shook his hand and tried to ignore the nerves.

"I'm sorry if I was staring at you and made you uncomfortable." I quickly said, smiling awkwardly. "I didn't mean to, but you kind of caught my eye and- I don't know why I said that. I think-" I'm rambling. Help me. I feel so embarrased, yet I can't stop word vomiting. Willy kept on smiling, didn't say a word as he waited for me to finish talking. I forced myself to shut up by taking a big sip from my drink.

"Don't apologise, Y/n. I do not mind, I definitely don't. I was infact staring at you too, without even a tiny bit of shame." He told me, making me stare widely at him.

"Wait, you were?"

"Of course. You, my dear, stole the show the second you walked in here. Now, tell me all about who you are." He encouraged, as he sat down on a high chair beside me. Ordering a drink for himself, and also a new for me.

I glanced down at his drink, and noticed...

"Are you drinking hot chocolate?" I asked, sipping on my drink.

"I just want to see if my competition has any decent hot chocolate." He said with a serious look. He looked at me and subtly shook his head. "Afterall, I am not only the handsome man you saw in a bar. I am also a chocolate maker of high quality and soon to be shopowner."

I smiled, relaxing.

"You own a shop too?" I ask, making him turn his head towards me again.

"It is my dream to open my own chocolate store. Is your shop your dream as well?" He asked, leaning into his palm.

I smiled and told him everything. How I'd saved every bit of money from working odd jobs, working like a ant to be able to open a shop with my name on it. Willy listened with a warm gaze.

"... that's why I love reading. I'm just- I'm sorry, I've been talking your ear off." I cut myself off, taking a sip on my second drink. How embarrasing. He asks me a simple question and I tell him my lifes story.

"I only have ears so that people like you can talk them off. I want to learn more about you, so feel free to tell me whatever you want. I'm honoured to hear it." He said, locking eyes with me. His words made me shy again, and I tucked a piece of hair behind my ears.

I'm not used to attractive men speaking to me, unless they're in my store, buying a book. I suddenly felt awkward and a little ashamed that I've simply assumed that this attractive, mesmerizing man was interested in me.

Pushing my drink away, I stood up.

"I should go, but thank you for the drink." I quickly said, before beginning to walk through the crowd.

A voice from behind caught me dead in my tracks.

"Y/n-" Willy quickly said, he too had jumped off his chair. "Would you mind if I visited your bookstore someday?"

I smiled towards him.

"Do you want to buy books?" I asked, tilting my head.

Willy smiled, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Of course I want to buy books. To read, and so on. I may also want to flirt shamelessly with the store owner, if she didn't mind." I said in a jokingly manner, while also looking at me with hopeful eyes.

I smiled widely at him.

"I'm sure she wouldn't mind."