My Book of One Shots

12•75 (Willy Wonka x Reader prt 3) Giving Help

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

Third Person's P.O.V

"Up and Out? What kind of room is that?" Charlie asks after Willy presses the button inside the glass elevator. "Hold on." He said with a smile as the machine starts to move much faster in an upward direction. "Willy, we've never tested this before!" (Y/N) said with wide (e/c) eyes, looking from the male to the fast moving objects they pass. "We'll have to move much faster, or we'll never break through." Is his only reply. "Through what?" Charlie asks, looking nervously between the calm chocolatier and his very nervous assistant. "I've been longing to press that button for years! Here we go, up and out." Willy goes on, unsettling the Buckets.

"But do you really mean-?" Joe Bucket half asks before cutting himself off from amazement. "Yes I do!" Willy replies, a giddy smile on his face. "But it's made of glass! We'll be smashed into a million pieces!" Joe said as they approach the roof of glass above them. Just before the shattering of the skylight sounds, Willy wraps an arm round (Y/N)'s waist, pulling her to him. "Don't you trust me, my dear?" He asks in a low voice by her ear, making her breath catch and knees buckle as he smirks, the elevator dropping as she clutches her clipboard, before Willy uses his other hand to push a button. The top of the elevator that kept it on the tracks move before spouting fire, keeping the rectangle in the air as Joe blows air out of his mouth.

Catching her breath, (Y/N) is released from Willy's grasp, and the group look down upon the other contestants that are leaving the factory. "Where do you live?" The chocolatier asks a minute or so later, so Charlie looks around through the glass of the walls. "Right over there, that little house." He said, pointing towards a small home that is slightly lopsided and oddly put together. "Um, wouldn't it be better if we went through the-!" (Y/N) starts, watching the house grow closer and realising what her boss is about to do. "...Front door..." She finishes hopelessly after they've come crashing through the roof of the building, scaring the bijebus out of most of its occupants.

"I think there's someone at the door." A woman, Grandma Georgina, said from her position on the bed just as the doors open. "Hi! Mum, dad, we're back!" Charlie calls cheerfully, hurrying out of the elevator to greet them. "Charlie, my goodness!" His mother calls out in surprise, giving him a hug as he runs over. "This is Willy Wonka and (Y/N) (L/N). They gave us a ride home." He said with a large grin, looking up at the woman. "I see that." She replies, looking up to the large hole that's now in the roof. "Sorry for that." (Y/N) said, shaking her head lightly at her boss.

"You must be the boys-!" Willy tries to go on, but finds himself, as ever, stuck on the word. "Parents." His assistant chimes in for him, writing something down yet again. "And by the way." She starts quietly. "Charlie may not want to leave his-!" She goes on, leaning into the male slightly but finds herself cut off yet again. "Mr Wonka says that Charlie's won something!" Joe calls out, unaware of the woman trying to speak and that he's taken away the attention of the one she needs to speak to. "Not just something, the most something something there's ever been!" Willy goes on, moving out of the elevator to have a look around. "I'm going to give this little boy my entire factory!" He finishes, shocking the room.

"You must be joking!" Joe cries out in surprise, astonished at what he's hearing. "No really, it's true. You see, a month ago I was having my semi-annual haircut, and I had the strangest revelation - a grey hair. My first grey hair! In this single silver strand I saw reflected my entire life's work. My factory, my beloved Oompa Loompa's - who would watch over them after I was gone? I realised in that moment, I need to find a hair.. ah, a heir. And I did Charlie, you." Willy explains, having a nose around the home before turning to look at the young boy at his final statement, a smile on his face. "All because I won the golden ticket?" Charlie asks with the widest smile on his face. "Yes." The man replies, smiling back. "What's an Oompa Loompa?" Mrs Bucket whispers.