My Book of One Shots

12 (Willy Wonka x Reader) The Assistant

This is a Willy Wonka from the 2005 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory fanfic, requested by Anonymous.

Third Person's P.O.V

The group, or what's left of it now, stand in the candy meadow after seeing off Mrs Gloop to go and look for her son, watching the seahorse boat approach. "Um, Mr Wonka?" Charlie asks politely just before the boat stops, making the man turn to look down at him, his bob styled hair bouncing with the movement while he hums in response. "Who's that?" The small boy asks, standing by his grandfather. "Who's who?" The chocolatier asks, unaware of the person everyone in the groups eyes are currently on.

"Probably me." Willy jumps at the voice, turning around to see a woman wearing burgundy drainpipe trousers, black leather boots underneath and a fitted purple blouse that has the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. She is a pretty girl in her twenties, her (h/l) (h/c) hair tied neatly in a bun at the nape of her neck (or down if you have short hair, but tucked behind your ear or something) and she is currently taking notes on a clipboard, not lifting her (e/c) eyes from the page.

"Ah, everyone, this is (Y/N) (L/N), my assistant." Willy said, motioning to her with a gloved hand to the rest of the group. "Good day." Is all she said, not looking up from her papers which she is still scribbling on. "Now, all aboard!" Willy said before ushering everyone on the stationary boat, the Oompa Loompa's giggling. "What's so funny?" Violet asks with a scrunched up nose in disgust while going on to take her seat.

"It must be from all those god-gone coco beans. Hey, by the way, did you guys know that chocolate releases a property which triggers the release of endorphins? Gives one the feeling of being in love." Willy said with a smile, just as Mrs Beauregard moves toward the boat. "You don't say?" She said in a flirtatious voice, giving him a long sideways glance before she continues into the boat, him passing a disgruntled look after her. With a stifled laugh coming from behind him, Willy turns to see (Y/N) with her hand held over her mouth, pen tucked under one of her fingers while the male glares playfully at her, so she clears her throat.

"Sorry." She said, hand lowering from her face, though there's still a slight grin to her face while the two Buckets take their seats at the back of the boat, so Willy steps into it after them. "Will you be joining us for the rest of the tour?" He asks, turning back to her and holding out a gloved hand towards her, his other still on his cane which is on the floor of the candy boat. The woman hums for a moment in thought, gazing at his hand before her eyes flicker over her clipboard. "I suppose I'd better, incase there are any more accidents." She said, stepping forward to take a gentle hold of his hand, moving into the boat.

Willy smiles, walking to take the empty seat next to Charlie, while (Y/N) sits just in front on the completely empty bench. "Onward." The chocolatier calls over to the Oompa Loompa's, who begin to row at the beat of the drum. "Miss (L/N)?" Charlie asks in a small voice, all three on the bench noticing the girls shoulders tense up at the use of the name. "Ah, please, call me
(Y/N)." She said with a small smile, twisting in her seat to look at the young boy.

"Alright, but I was wondering, what is it that you do in the factory? I thought all the employees were let go when the factory closed." He asks as she smiles a little wider, it's soft and kindly at his curiosity, while she gets more comfortable in her sideways sitting position, one leg on the seat which has her board resting atop it. "Well, while Mr Wonka-!" She begins, but finds herself interrupted. "Ah! I've told you many times (Y/N), call me Willy." Willy said with a grin, making the female nod.

"Yes, of course. So, Willy does have some interactions with the outside world and, wishing to focus mainly on creating candy, he doesn't like to deal with paperwork, and people don't really work well with the Oompa Loompa's, so I deal with all the paperwork and meetings with people." (Y/N) explains as Charlie smiles in understanding, the female noticing her boss looking for something. Clearing her throat, (Y/N) hands a bright pink ladle that matches the boat to the male, who smiles in thanks.