The two chocolatiers| Willy Wonka x male reader

Past Pains

(Third Person POV)

     Willy stands his cane magically on the ground and presses a button on it, causing the arms of a coat hanger to flip out from the sides, and he hangs his coat and hat on it. Noodle climbs onto a ladder so she can scratch Abigail's chin while Willy sits on a stool to milk the giraffe.

     "So, have you done this before?" Noodle asks Willy.

     "Once. In Africa. Magnificent beast," Willy replies.

     "Was she wild?" she asks.

     "Wild? She was absolutely furious," he replies, making the girl chuckle.

     "You sure can be silly, Willy," Noodle states.

     "I suppose that's true-dle, Noodle," he responds.

     Noodle looks at Willy with confusion.

     "'True-dle'?" she questions.

     "That doesn't work, does it? But nothing rhymes with Noodle," Willy says, and looks up at Noodle. "Where'd you get that name, anyway?".

     "Doesn't matter," Noodle replies, the sadness clear in her voice.

     "No, go on," Willy tells her.

     "This," Noodle says, and shows him an amber-and-gold ring on a string around her neck. "It's all I have from my real parents. See? 'N' for Noodle. Or Nora, or Nina—or nothing at all."

     "Can't you trace the owner?" Willy asks.

     "You don't think I've tried?" she replies.

"When I was a kid, I always hoped that I'd find my parents. They'd live in this beautiful old building full of books. My mom. . . she'd be waiting there for me at the door. And I'd run into her arms and she'd give me this big hug like she'd never let me go. But then I realized it was just a stupid dream."

     "There's nothing stupid about that," Willy tells her, deeply moved.

     "Isn't there?" Noodle asks.

(Willy's POV)

     "I know things haven't been easy for you Noodle. But they're going to get better. I'm not going to let you rot in that wash house forever," I promise her.

     "You promise?" Noodle asks me.

     "I can do better than that," I say, and I climb up the ladder until I can reach my hand up to her, holding my pinky out to her. "I pinky promise. And that's the most solemn vow there is."

     Noodle hooks her pinky with mine, binding the promise.

     "Get scratching!" I tell her, and jump down the ladder to get back to milking Abigail. "We don't have long until that guard comes to-dle, Noodle. To-dle!"

     "That's not even a word," Noodle says while scratching Abigail's chin.

     "Oh. I'm gonna keep working on it," I say, making Noodle giggle.

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AN: So this was a real short chapter! Sorry for that!💕