A/N: Just thought I'd write a fluffy ficlet Enjoy.

Warning: Fluffy Slash! and bad grammar!

Disclaimer: I do not own Willy Wonka, the factory, Charlie ect….If I owned Willy Wonka I currently have him tied to my bed and covered in chocolate But alas.

Reasons for Madness: Charlie is nineteen in this soooo I think it's alright for him and Willy. Ahe.

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Charlie Bucket stared back at his image, he could barely recognise himself. Under the folds of green fabric, he looked at the stranger from under his waves of auburn hair.

"Do I look alright?…." Charlie said, tugging at the purple cravat around his neck that was finished off with an emerald brooch.

"Of course you do." The taller man said, standing behind his apprentice, putting his gloved hands on his shoulders. "It suits you perfectly. Now you look like a real Wonka heir." Willy Wonka let out a laugh of delight, beaming widely through the mirror at Charlie.HIs perfectly white teeth gleaming.

"I look like a mint lollypop…"

"Wasn't that the goal?"

Charlie smiled at his partner and then looked back at himself in the mirror. His hair had grown wild, in thick wavy locks to his shoulders and his skin had begun to shine an unnatural phantom white. Though under he wore smart black trousers and shirt on top he wore his new coat; a pin stripped jade coat that came to his knees. It had delicate, yet bold, violet embroidery over the lapels, the large pocket flaps and the end of the sleeves.

"You do like your birthday present don't you?" Wonka asked, his grin slipping away slightly and his latex gloves crunching with nervousness upon Charlie's shoulders.

"I love it…" Charlie replied, smiling thankfully. Though he would have preferred a bike for getting around the factory. At least it wasn't a top hat, he thought.

Wonka clapped his hats together with delight and quickly paced off to a cupboard where he removed a long, rainbow wrapped object. He put on a serious face, though a hint of playfulness still lingered about his pale features. "Now that your nineteen, my dearboy, I thought it was time you inherited the mark of a chocolateir."

He handed over the item. Charlie carefully read the sweet shaped label attached. It read: 'To my dear Charlie. Happy day of birthday! Yours truly Willy Wonka xxx'

Quickly Charlie unwrapped it, the rainbow paper going to the floor. His eyes sparkled and a laugh escaped him as he looked upon a long candy cane; The length of it was swirl striped with pink and yellow and upon the top was a globe that shone with all the colours of a rainbow lollypop. His very own walking cane.

"Do you like it?" Wonka asked impatiently, bouncing upon the balls of his feet, hands clasped together. Charlie looked up at the father like figure, at his wonderfully youthful face. Without any words he stepped forward and put his arms around his partner, resting his head against his chest. Wonka lovingly enclosed his arms around the boy in turn. There they stood; chocolateir and heir in each other's arms.

"You're the best Mr Wonka." Charlie said quietly. Willy Wonka had never been a person of close encounters, the lack of love in his childhood made him a reclusive and shy man. Even a hand shake was sometimes too much for him. But over the past years the love of Charlie Bucket had softened him, like chocolate that had been left in a warm saucepan. He had slowly melted. He still found it hard making contact with others, but in Charlie Bucket he saw something that he had lacked in life; a friend. A true solid friend.

Over the years their love for each other had grown. They soon began to share secret jokes with each other over the dinner table, which Mrs Bucket deeply resented. But if she said anything Charlie and the Chocolate maker would share Oompa Loompa signs to one another, then start to chuckle like a pair of cacklingwitches.

Wonka couldn't believe how fast Charlie had grown, from the young boy into this young-man of nineteen, now embracing him, his unruly brown hair tickling his chin. Charlie broke the hug first and looked again at the coat in the full length, gold-framed mirror. It was so lovely and oddly the perfect fit for him. It was now he realised why Willy had asked himjust a few weeks ago what his favourite colours were.

"Course I still have another surprise for you." Wonka said, leaning on his candy filled cane.

Charlie turned to him with a wincing expression; "It's not a top hat is it?"

Wonka gave another chuckle that Charlie had come to love. "Well you'll just have to wait and see…." Wonka leaned forward and brushed a gloved finger down Charlie's nose. "Won't you? Remember the best kind of prize is a-"

"Surprise…" finished Charlie. "But promise it's not a top hat?"

"Promise."
"Wonka Promise?"
Willy beamed and raised his right hand, tucking away his thumb and twisting the two middle fingers together to make a 'W' sign with his hand. "Wonka Promise."

A/N: Okay preeeettty lame. I promise the later chapters will get more interesting, that is if you think I should even continue with it. Please tell me what you think.