"Willy!?" Your mouth hung open as you stared down the room. The drawer of your bedside table was pulled open, but that wasn't the least of your worries. All of the drawings you'd stashed in there were now hanging on the wall adjacent to Willy's letters.
Your first impulse was to attempt to cover them up. Willy just furrowed his eyebrows as you waved your arms hysterically, occasionally yelping, "Don't look!"
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"You-you weren't supposed to see those," you spluttered out, giving up on your pathetic attempt at hiding them after he'd already gone out of his way to hang them up.
"Why not? They're all so beautiful! I thought you'd like it..." he trailed off, looking a bit dejected.
You immediately felt guilty, "Oh no, Willy... I'm not mad, I just thought you'd think my drawings were..." you trailed off.
"Were?"
"Uh, I don't know... stupid," you sighed.
"What? Stupid? Why?" he asked.
"I-I don't know," you admitted, finding the ground quite interesting all of a sudden. You saw his feet appear in your view as he embraced you. That would've been enough to get you flustered, but afterward, he pressed his lips to your forehead.
"Nothing you make is stupid, Y/n." His warm figure smelled faintly of chocolate and oak. As he pressed himself against your form, you wished the brief moment could last forever. It didn't though, and he backed into the bed once more. "I-I... um..."
You giggled, "It's fine, Willy." You sat beside him. "Thank you."
He eagerly pointed at one of the hanging pieces of paper, "What's that one?"
Your eyes darted to the drawing. It was a sketch of a house made entirely out of books. In the doorway was a woman holding a young girl who resembled the only one you knew personally. "I made that for Noodle... it was the first thing I thought up when she told me about her mom."
"Oh, I thought so... it's exactly how she described it! What about that one?"
Once again, your gaze followed his own. "Piper and Abigail," you giggled, "That's a fairly recent one."
The little game of what's-what lasted a while longer. Of course, Willy already knew what each one was, but you didn't know that he did, and he liked hearing your voice.
"That one?"
"Inspired by one of Larry's jokes."
"Is that Slugworth?"
"Yep, I call it the chocolate cartel," you answered as he giggled at the drawing of the three chocolatiers.
After a while longer of asking, you pitched a question on your own mind, "Willy, do you have anything planned for the shop?"
His eyes scanned the images on the wall before halting at one. "That," he simply stated, pointing at a drawing.
"What?"
"I want it to be that." You took a moment to stare at the drawing itself. It was a cherry blossom tree you'd seen outside the Galleries Gourmet surrounded by fluffy clouds and spring blooms. Its pink blossoms had always fascinated you. It had stood tall there ever since you first got the chance to leave. Of course, you took the creative liberty of surrounding it with the harbor waters, another place of comfort and escape for you.
"You want to make that?" you questioned, skeptical of his ability to make the sheer volume of chocolate required to make an entire tree and the surrounding waters.
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Who You Share it With (Willy Wonka x reader)
Fanfiction"She's been here all along, Willy." "And so have you." You've met a man. A magic man. Strange; charming; peculiar. Though, he somehow managed to get in between a rock and a hard place not one day into town. Just as swiftly as he had entered, he beca...
