Who You Share it With (Willy Wonka x reader)

32. The Heist of the Century

The grand clock struck heartily at eight o'clock as it always did, welcoming the sunlight of the morning. Just as it chimed, the priest of St. Benedict's Church, dressed in black and royal purple robes, walked up the grand marble staircase to the church doors. He swung a golden doorknocker—which in itself evoked a regal sense with its intricate carving of a lion—rhythmically against the door in six swift motions.

As he waited for the gates to open, he was approached by a young beggar. She was dressed in dirtied rags and shawls, but a familiar bush of brown hair jutted out from them. "Could you spare a piece of chocolate for a starvin' orphan?" she asked the priest—Father Julius.

It was an odd request, but he was quick to respond, "I'm sorry, my child. I do not have any on me." He gave her a sympathetic smile as she grimaced. As soon as he turned away from her though, he popped a truffle into his mouth showing no remorse for her.

"Then have some acacia mints," whispered the impoverished child. Little did he know, the seemingly harmless orphan slipped a handful of irresistible, jade-toned candy into his right pocket.

She quickly descended the stairs with an accomplished grin. "Yes!"

The orphan was Noodle; the plan was set in motion.

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"Willy, are you sure this will work?" you asked the mad chocolatier as he put a disguise together.

"Of course, it will!" he replied enthusiastically, putting on a fake mustache. "How do I look?"

You chuckled at his antics. He looked exactly the same as usual with his droopy brown boots and long red coat. The only change was the fact that he'd given Abacus his top hat and put on the other's reading glasses and some fake facial hair. "You look like you need a shave." He just laughed at your quip. "But really, can't we just give him the whatever-night-out chocolate? You said it can knock people out!" you asked worriedly.

Willy sighed, "Y/n, I already told you I only had enough port for one chocolate." Afterward, he picked up one of the framed paintings you'd made for the heist, showing it off, "Besides, your paintings belong in a museum anyway." He winked at you and you blushed.

"You sure you can't do the talking?" you asked, fiddling with your fingers.

He gave you an empathetic smile, "I can't risk them recognizing me. And besides, I trust you with my life." Giving you one last grin, he continued, "Now, let's get going."

You led the way to the zoo ticket booth, your scarf wrapped around your head in an attempt to hide most of your complexion. Willy and Abacus followed you, the taller of the pair holding three paintings and the other two. They carried them in such a way that you'd hardly see them if you approached their bodies from the front. You took in a final deep breath to calm your nerves, fidgeting with the ends of your f/c scarf. This all rode on your ability to persuade the man at the front.

"Tickets?" the man—Basil Bond—asked. He only glanced at Willy and Abacus—who to him looked like legs and arms holding up large frames with a bush of curly hair topping one set and a boxy hat over the other.

"Oh no," you said, playing off your initial fluster and reciting your lines, "This is for the art gallery tonight, didn't you hear?"

He furrowed his brows as he thumbed through the paperwork before him. "I didn't hear about any art gallery," Basil muttered, not making eye contact with you and instead searching in his calendar.

"Oh, it's a big deal, your boss even gave you the day off," you chimed. His eyes widened at the mention of his boss, and you decided to play that to your advantage.