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Sugar and spice [Chapter three]

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Chapters: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] (<- Current!) [ 4 ] [ 5 ]

Pairing: Willy Wonka x Gn!Reader

Synopsis: During his years of life in the ocean in the search for the finest products to work on his chocolate, Willy found himself with his boat docked upon another island where he had never been before. The promise of the place: The best sugar and caramel of the continent. Now, if only he had money for such.. Tags (for all chapters):Pre-canon, Fluff, partners at work, falling in love, actual working, bonding over plants, nonsense fantasy, first kiss, accidentally napping together, stargazing, sharing drinks, typical Willy shenanigans, the fact he can't read is such a problem, sharing chocolate is flirting, author never had an actual job, I took this too seriously again. Tags (this specific chapter): Bonding over plants, non realistic plants, sharing drinks, dining together, Willy is very good at gifts, ignoring feelings, actively brushing them off, but at the same time acting on them(?), because everyone only lives once, Willy is a little impulsive and contradicting but that's life, he's trying his best, he's just like me fr. Word Count: 5.2k

a/n: This is Willy Wonka gift giving propaganda, don't mind. This ended up a little longer than expected. Holy fuckkkkk I'm going to bed I'm so tired.

Week 2

Sunday was the only day of the week in which you weren’t supposed to work at all, but that meant absolutely nothing to you.

At the beginning of the second week, it also marked the second Sunday on which Willy worked with you. During this time, he already got an idea on your work patterns and lack of rest, which included also going to work alone when your store was closed for the day. He tried to offer to help you out, but you kept insisting that him working on Sundays went against your contract, which stated he had one full day of rest per week and half a day when the store closed earlier on Saturdays.

So when he woke up a little later that day, he had already expected you to be out and going, but found a lack of evidence that someone had already woken up. Your typical breakfast dishes weren’t in the sink, your jacket still in the hanger, and your shoes by the door. Either you were still in your bed, or you forgot about every single thing and went to the store immediately.

But without your shoes?

Okay, Willy noticed fast that this theory was stupid, and you probably just didn’t wake up with your alarm clock. Yeah, of course, you were probably just sleeping behind this very heavy wooden door, in which he couldn’t actually see if you were alright.

Everything fine.

You didn’t notice, but Willy got so worried at one point that he quietly went over to the door of your room and placed his ear against it, trying to hear any noise or sign that you were still alive. After almost five minutes without moving from his spot and finally hearing the sound of you turning around on the bed, he managed to relax, a sigh of relief escaping him.

Now, knowing that nothing serious had happened, Willy was fairly bored. No work to do that day, no desire to explore town alone, absolutely nothing to do.

Well, there was something he wanted to do today. If not today, someday soon. But it was just the perfect opportunity, seen that you were soundly asleep and probably catching up with several weeks of sleepless nights.

All of a sudden, Willy now had the desire to explore the town.

It was close to lunchtime when you finally woke up. Almost unused to being woken up naturally and not by your alarm, the first reaction you had was of genuine panic for about two seconds, before realizing that it was already Sunday. Even if there was no particular problem in you waking up late once in a while, it still didn’t feel right, as if your day now would have fewer hours and consequently have fewer things done. Not a serious issue, but it was annoying nonetheless.

Seeing the time, you gave up on even considering breakfast, heading straight to a shower and getting ready for the remainder of the day you could have.

Getting out of the room, you contemplated going to the store anyway. Even if you did everything possible the previous day, maybe you could do something to get a head start on Monday’s work. And you had nothing better to do.

Deciding to eat something before heading off, it was then that you finally noticed a lack of the other person who was currently living with you. It wasn’t like Willy didn’t have the free will to do whatever and whenever he wanted on his day off, but he was usually very eager to share his plans with you before heading off, and then giving a whole report about them when he got back. So it was almost strange to see him away and having no idea where.

But again, Willy was a grown young man already, and he would be fine on his own.

Finishing to eat, and still with no sign of Willy showing up, you decided to head out to the store. And it was when you walked to where your boots were placed, that you saw something at your window by the corner of your eye.

You jumped in fear, accidentally letting out a small startled scream loud enough to also scare the person on your window, who just happened to be Willy.

Both of you looked at each other through the glass for a second, as if recognizing the other’s face.

“What the hell are you doing there?” You asked Willy, who apparently didn’t understand you from the other side of the closed window.

“What?” He asked back.

Your home had two doors, one that led directly to the store and one that brought you to the real entrance, where a small garden was located. Since Willy was apparently in your garden, that’s where you went to see him.

“Good morning!” He cheerfully greeted you as soon as you opened the door and joined him there.

“Good morning.” You greeted back, trying to figure out what Willy was doing. His clothes were stained brown by dirt, some gardening supplies thrown at his side, and his body was trying to cover something you couldn't see quite well what it was. “Gardening, I see.”

“Yeah.” He sheepishly answered, a growing grin on his face that he seemed to try to prevent from appearing.

As much as the sight was amusing, you were a little worried about whatever he was doing in your garden. You treasured your plants in there like children, and even the idea of someone even accidentally damaging them was anxiety-driven.

“What you got in there?” Your eyes narrowed slightly at Willy. As much as you didn't want to seem suspicious of him, it was hard right now.

“Well,” he started, “Even if I work for you and such, I find it a little unfair that you give me food and shelter in exchange for nothing. So…” He stepped back, showing what was behind him, a brand new plant perfectly planted on a previously empty spot of grass. “I wanted to give you something too.”

And not just any new plant. No, this was a very, very specific kind of purple-leafed fruit-bearing plant that you’ve been wanting to have since forever. And Willy knew that. Knew that since last week, when you two got out to eat dinner in the city, when both of you passed by the plant nursery in which you had gotten all your plants, and that specific one was right at the front like it was a personal way of seducing you.

“I've been wanting that plant right there for ages.” You had told Willy, who tilted his head at you.

“Doesn't seem that expensive, how come you never got it?” He asked.

You looked at the plant cutting, letting out a small sigh. “I don't have the time to actually plant it. Maybe one day I will.”

You didn't think that Willy would even remember that, let alone do something to change the situation. And now, here he was, covered in dirt and working for who knows how long, just to plant you something you wanted so much and only mentioned once.

“You said you wanted this one, but had no time to plant, so… I did it myself!” He explained, getting progressively nervous by your lack of reaction apart from staring at the plant and at him with wide eyes. “Not myself myself, understand? The old lady at the store gave me some tips on how to do that because I really didn't know how to plant something… maybe that's why it's a little off but I guess it's good for now.”

Willy was rambling now, apologizing if the way he placed the plant seemed off, or if the quantity of water didn't seem enough. At one point, he apologized by saying he did know about chocolate, but not about plants. Apart, of course, from the ones he used to make chocolate.

And all you could do was stare at Willy in awe, as if his mess of an explanation didn't make everything awfully sweeter.

The only moment he stopped talking like a walking disaster was when you properly looked at him and smiled, a small, cheerful giggle coming out of your mouth.

“Willy, you're incredible.” You almost jumped out of joy, quickly getting closer to him and wrapping him in a hug, not caring that the dirt in his clothes would stain yours. “It's perfect, I loved it.”

To say Willy was joyful on seeing you happy was a complete understatement. He was ecstatic, wrapping his arms around you tightly and fighting the urge to spin you around in the air. Willy actually really wanted to do that, but was afraid that it would ruin the moment you two were having.

“I'm so happy you liked it, I was afraid you wouldn't.” He admitted, as you two finally - and reluctantly - pulled away.

“That I wouldn't? How could you ever think that?” You laughed, going closer to your brand new plant and analyzing the purple leaves you dreamed so much of being yours. They were in a perfect state, and Willy did an amazing job at planting it in your garden. It would surely grow well and nicely. “It's absolutely beautiful.”

Still with a bright smile, Willy went closer and admired the plant alongside you. It was certainly a beautiful plant, but it wasn't the most admirable and mesmerizing thing in front of him right now.

“You told me that you wanted the plant, but not why you wanted it.” Willy began to say, because he felt the need to understand why you were so happy, even if just brightening your day seemed enough. “You mentioned that plants were the base of the flavors for the majority of your sugars, right?”

“Exactly.”

“What's so special with this one? It's for sugar too?” he asked, and the way your eyes lightened up was enough for him to give a self high five in his mind. Willy wanted nothing more than to get that expression out of you, of making you speak about something you loved because nothing seemed to make you happier.

For the next full hour, Willy didn't rush you on your explanation of why the specific fruit of that tree, which was small, sugary, and yellow, was so useful when making different mixes of sugar with acidic and spicy components. On how the purple pigment of the leaves was the best way anyone could find to naturally dye other flavors without changing the taste, and how its fruits were also a very good snack.

Even if you didn't consider yourself the loneliest person ever, it was hard for any of your friends or close people to find interest in you talking about plants and sugars for hours to no end, and you didn't blame them, it did seem boring. But it felt so nice to have someone who was not only listening, but understanding everything you were saying, asking questions, and telling their own experiences on encountering some of the plants you spoke about.

The conversation started with the new plant you were gifted, but it ended with you giving a whole tour around your garden and even actively taking care of some of them alongside Willy, showing him how to know the quantity of water they needed, or when and where to cut them.

And for Willy, it was a very good day. You had liked his gift, and now he received one of his own, having you spend time with him and talk to him for hours on end. He couldn't exactly put his finger on what made him so happy about being there, but maybe it was just you being you. It's been so long since he last formed a connection with someone, and it was great having a friend who he liked to talk to, listen to, and admire.

Willy really did like your friendship.

Willy really did like you.

Willy didn't give much mind to the last train of thought he had while with you at the garden until the moment he placed his head on the pillow to sleep that night. After having a snack in the afternoon with you, it was inevitable that you would find a moment to excuse yourself and go to the store and see how things would be for the next day. Willy was almost not bothered by that at all, still on the high of having spent a great time with you.

But night came, you two went over to eat something together on the street - something that was becoming more and more a habit for you two to do together - and came back home late enough for sleep to be calling both of you.

You gave your goodnights, and Willy went to bed. The moment he finally decided to sleep and placed his head on the pillow, it was almost an immediate stimulus for his brain to knock him with that same realization,

He really did like your friendship.

He really did like you.

The shock of actually thinking about that fact for more than a second made him dizzy.

Willy saw good part of the best and worst of you, given the privilege of being living with you for almost two weeks by now.

You were a workaholic, that's for sure, but you were very hardworking and passionate about your craft, which he admired. Willy enjoyed the way you talked when you got excited about something, and also the way you'd be annoyed and grumpy in the morning after another terrible night of sleep.

Willy liked your eyes, your voice, your smile, the way you hummed when cooking lunch, how you explained so cheerfully about your plants, how happy you were every time he sneaked you a freshly done piece of chocolate while working, how good you looked using his coat that day, how mesmerizing it was that you knew and greeted all the vendors around town, your laugh, the way your arms felt around him in that hug, how tired you looked when you came back late from the store, and how you seemed to enjoy his company until the last second before you turned the sign at the door to ‘closed’.

Listing the things on his fingers, Willy quickly noticed how many things there were (12, he counted. For now), and he was a little startled by how serious he was in recalling and reflecting on which one of them. The recalling and reimagining of the coat day alone made him waste around 15 minutes smiling at the ceiling.

It was becoming a problem. Has the contract covered this type of personal relationship? You were skeptical even when you two became friends, so this would absolutely be over the point.

But again, Willy wasn't the type of person to just deny himself happiness like that, and if you brought him happiness, and most importantly, if he could make you happy, then what was the bad in this?

Or maybe he was thinking too seriously about it.

Silly little crushes never killed anyone before. Not that he heard about. Plus, it was probably the whole “It's been so long since he last formed a connection with someone” situation more than anything.

Thinking about this too much was making his head hurt, but he still couldn't sleep.

It seemed that Willy would have another sleepless night experimenting with chocolate. Maybe tonight he would work with oat milk, he still had some.

Monday came right after, then Tuesday and Wednesday, Thursday the next day. In a single blink, it was already Friday again. Time was flying by too fast, and Willy was starting to be worried about the end of his contract and when he would be able to take hold of that marvelous pile of sugar he was promised.

On one side, Willy was really excited about finally ending his agreement and getting back to sailing across the seas. Every night, he thought about another place to go, another idea, and where to execute it, and he could barely wait to go away. But at the same time, Willy was becoming more and more reluctant about the fact that he had to leave behind completely the small habit that he had built in the place. Most of all, about leaving you behind.

He could use a friend on the high seas, maybe you could come with him. Willy was sure you’d love Gallery Gourmet and everything the place had to offer.

Apart from the frequent thoughts about his dream, his job, your job, and you, the days were much the same, but that wasn’t a problem. Repetitive at times, for sure, but seeing new people coming by every day, talking to you back at home, and getting to learn more about caramel to include on his chocolates, Willy was completely satisfied with how his life was going.

Every morning, from the window while he was eating breakfast, Willy managed to have a glimpse of you in your garden, watering your plants like you did every time before heading to work. When he saw a flash of you smiling at something on the ground, Willy liked to know it was at the plant he had given you, the one you said would be good at the end of the month to pluck out some leaves and test the pigments. Willy said he would make sure to be around still to see the first tests, but was saddened by the fact that he would go away before the fruits would ripe.

Well, Friday was it again, and the day at work was much more of the same, to no one’s surprise. If Willy had to call out something particularly different, it would be that you spent almost two hours walking around showing the store to a man, giving him small samples of sugar and caramel while talking about each one. By now, he could tell the small signs you had when nervous, of how your hand surreptitiously tapped against your thigh while you talked, how your breathing was shallower.

The sun was already beginning to set when he saw from a distance you shaking hands with said man, before he finally went away, and you started to punch the air in happiness.

Not able to keep his curiosity to himself for more than three seconds, Willy quickly dropped whatever else he was supposed to be doing and went over to ask what had happened.

“Someone is happy. May I know why?” He questioned, as you still seemed to be coming out of your high of bliss.

“Guess who just stole their competitor’s biggest client and sold the biggest quantity in their store's history?” You answered, so joyful Willy could see stars radiating off you.

“Biggest quantity?” He was amused, because he had already seen people getting away with unimaginable quantities of packages during the last weeks. “More than I came to buy?”

“Probably like, five times that.”

Now that was shocking. “... Holy shit.” He laughed, patting your shoulder and lightly shaking you. “That’s amazing! That’s actually incredible! You’re fantastic.”

Your face turned a deeper shade of red with each compliment that Willy gave you, and that, alongside the euphoria you felt, made you feel like burning.

Different from the day of the gift, it was Willy who pulled you into a hug, again having to resist the urge to spin you around even once. Gosh, he really wanted to do that. But the sensation of you hugging him back tightly while giggling was enough for him, at least for now.

“Stop that.” You tried to brush off the praise when you two pulled away, but Willy didn’t buy it.

“Absolutely not, and that deserves a celebration.” He began, and the words started spilling out of his mouth before he had actual control of them. “I’ll take you to dinner tonight, how about it?”

You nodded at the offer, as it wasn’t something unfamiliar to you anymore, it would probably be the fifth time you two went about grabbing something instead of cooking at night. “Of course.” You agreed. “Where do you wanna go? Last time we got a very good-”

“Oh, no, no, no.” Willy interrupted you, which made your expression freeze and drop for a second, replaced by a confused one. “A proper dinner, a celebration one. You and me, both of us. What do you think?”

Now that was a surprise. But really, how could you refuse?

“Seems a good idea. I would love it.” You said, that excited bright smile returning to your face, and Willy felt his heart stutter for a moment.

“Amazing!” He exclaimed, a little too loudly. “Amazing, yeah, how about we go around… 8? the store closes at 7 today.”

“Fine with me.”

“Fine with me!” Willy gave himself a mental high five again. He was deserving of a lot of those these days.

It was clear to say that Willy wasn’t even slightly productive in the last hour of work of the day, because all he spent his time thinking about was how it would be a perfect moment to spend time with you, talk with you, and maybe hold your hand, because the idea was awfully nice to think about.

The exact second you officially closed the store for the day, Willy dashed out back to his room in order to get ready for your dinner together.

He tried not to think too hard about how it could be, afraid to jinx it. The first thing he obviously didn’t think about is what you’d be wearing to go out. It wasn’t like you didn’t groom yourself every morning and look beautiful at work, but ‘working clothes’ and ‘dinner clothes’ surely had to have different meanings for you. The weather wasn’t all that aggressive that day, as it seemed, with the sky clear and sunny the whole time, it was expected to be a warm and cloudless night, which was absolutely perfect. Again, not like he was thinking too much about it.

Willy was trying so hard not to think about it, but he was liking it so much to think about it. Where you two would choose to eat, what you’d eat, what he’d eat, what he would say, what you two would talk about… A particular image of you, allowing his hand to rest above yours, made him particularly red, as he had to sit down on his bed for a second and hide his reddened face into his palms for about five whole minutes.

Before Willy realized, he was ready and sat on the couch waiting for you to come out of your room. His feet tapping nervously against the floor, ears listening to every smallest sound, with the chance that it could be your door opening.

He was so focused on being alert that your door had to open on the exact minute he spaced off, looking at the floor. Willy jumped from the couch before you could see him, adjusting his shirt to seem more collected than he felt like.

And when his eyes rested upon you, his face opened a smile. Willy could feel his own pupils dilate in real time, and everything that passed by his mind was gorgeous, lovely, ravishing.

You did notice his apparent lack of focus, but it didn’t seem like a bad thing in that situation. Willy was, in a certain way, staring a little too much, but it didn’t make you uncomfortable. If anything, you just felt admired. “Shall we get going?”

“You’re beautiful.” He breathed out, realizing one second later that you didn’t ask him how you were, he just expected you would. Cleaning his throat quickly, Willy tried to laugh it off. “Sorry, sorry, it was a little impulsive. Not like a lie, you are beautiful, but that’s not what I meant and…” He just sighed. “Yes, please, let’s go.”

It was endearing to see how Willy would ramble when he got flustered and tried so hard to explain himself. Your desire was to push on a little more, but felt as if this would just make him feel even more awkward, so you just walked with him to the door, hand lightly holding his shoulder as a reassurance.

The destination you both chose for that night wasn’t that far away, with fifteen minutes of walking being enough to spark conversation between you two. To Willy, talking felt easy with you, even in the areas where you were different from him, on hobbies, knowledge, and experience in life. He felt as if he would never get tired of knowing more about you, to know every quality and flaw, every memory you were willing to share, every piece of information about your interests that you were dying to tell someone about. He could be that someone. He wanted to.

In general, this dinner wasn’t so different from the other times you two went out to dinner together, even if it was mostly a light snack and not a proper meal. And honestly, Willy was glad for that. Because he didn’t want things to particularly change from the core dynamic you both had. He wanted to be your friend, wanted to talk with you about anything and everything while sharing a glass of what was the best wine he had ever drunk in his life. And now that you both finished eating your meal, it was the wine you two sat back to appreciate properly.

“I had my share of wine, but I never had one like this.” He commented, taking another sip of his own glass.

“This one…” You spoke, looking over at the bottle the waiter had left at the table. “Oh, it’s from here. There’s a vineyard in town, did you know? Right on top of the hill, terrible to get to, but they do make divine wine.”

Willy laughed. “This town doesn’t get tired of amazing me.”

You smiled as if the compliment was given directly to you, because considering how much you did love your hometown, it might as well have been.

It was for only a fraction of a moment where Willy moved enough that you could see something strangely blue stick out of his reddish coat, enough for it to pique your interest. “What you got in there?” You asked, feeling a very familiar sensation saying that.

Willy widened his eyes for a second as if he had been caught. “Is it bad I brought something here with me?” He asked, but didn’t sound guilty at all. As if your answer was ‘yes’ he would just giggle and show it to you anyway.

“Such as…?”

A mischievous grin formed on Willy’s face as he took out a small transparent box tied with a beautiful blue ribbon from his coat, revealing he had with himself two delicious-looking chocolate eclairs with him. And not from just any chocolate, no, it was the exact chocolate he had noticed you loved the most, based on the small pieces he would give you during work. Every single one of them was different for the past few days, and even if his small experiment started with him wanting to have a test of his chocolate, it eventually turned into a quiz of what chocolate was your favorite?

And based on the one you reacted best to, he formulated what he considered the ultimate favorite of yours.

Looking at the two pastries, you could only let out a heartfelt laugh, which made you wonder for a second if your relaxation had something to do with the glass you just had. “You made eclairs?”

“With your favorite chocolate.” He admitted, under no pressure. “I made this for you.”

“When did you even have time to even do that?” You questioned, genuinely curious for the answer, but Willy just shrugged and lightly pushed the box towards you.

“I’m something of a magician myself.”

Playfully rolling your eyes, you couldn’t not open the box and take one of the eclairs to take a bite, the flavor of the exact type of chocolate you absolutely adored feeling your senses.

“Oh, gosh.” You almost teared up at the taste. It was phenomenal. Even if that was your opinion for everything that Willy came up with, this was different. Everything, from the texture, to the sensation, to the taste, and the aroma, and the fact that he had made it thinking about you, everything was perfect. And you had no idea how you could continue living knowing you wouldn’t be able to eat this every single day of your life. “That’s the best thing you ever made, I’m sure.”

Willy smiled, flustered. “Oh, I’m flattered.”

“Take a bite.” You brought the other half of the eclair close to his mouth, expectant that he’d accept it from your hand.

After one second of eyes widening when the pastry was suddenly in front of him, there was no way Willy would refuse such an offer. Not only to eat a delicious dessert, but also to be given it this way. He was delighted. Taking a bite, he instinctively cleaned a little of the filling from his own mouth with his thumb, savoring it. He was really damn good at his job.

But even better than eating his own delicious food, was appreciating the view of you eating something he poured his whole heart into. The pleased expression on his face, how much you seemed to enjoy it, how he knew that you knew this was made specially for you. His desire was to, when he finally opened his own store, sell this particular eclair and give the pastry your name. He might actually do it.

Soon enough, both eclairs were long gone, shared between both of you. Willy mostly ate because you kept offering him bites, because what he most wanted to do was to see you happy with another gift of his.

For a long while after you two weren’t eating anymore, the night boiled down to both of you still talking while sharing yet another glass of wine. All the anxiety and worry that Willy was feeling back in his room were fully gone now that he had you in front of him, the conversation flowing as naturally as possible.

Despite his small ingestion of alcohol, Willy knew that it was a totally sober thought and action when he glanced at your hand resting on the table and placed his own right beside it. For seven whole minutes, he slowly brought his hand closer to yours, pinky finger brushing against the back of yours. Both continued talking as if none of this was happening, as if it were usual and banal to even think that it wasn't natural between you both.

It was such a stupid thought, but Willy couldn’t prevent himself from thinking this was exactly how he imagined his night to end. That everything he wanted since the moment he asked you out to dinner with him was this, you two talking while his hand was on top of yours, his thumb tracing your knuckles.

His mind couldn’t focus on anything apart from the sound of your voice and how your skin felt against his, but one occasional thought popped up more than he would like to admit.

‘Was almost two whole weeks enough to admit you fell for someone without it sounding foolish?’

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