AN: Sorry it took me so long to update! I kinda ran out of ideas :/

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Charlie's birthday dinner was a feast. His mother made delicious food, and soon Charlie had stuffed himself. For some reason, Mrs. Bucket kept sending Charlie and Wonka looks ever since they walked in for dinner. Strange.

After dinner came the cake - chocolate cake. Wonka had helped Mrs. Bucket make it, and so naturally it was delicious. Even full, Charlie ate it all. "I have something else for you," Wonka said.

"More?" Charlie said, surprised. "Willy, you didn't have to-"

"I wanted to." Wonka handed him a small package, smiling at Charlie with eyes filled with pure love. "Open it."

Charlie smiled back and tore off the wrapping paper. Inside the small, velvet box was a gold bracelet. It took Charlie a second to realize that it had a candy charm on it. He gasped, looking up at Wonka in astonishment. "Willy...it's so beautiful!"

Wonka smiled, and Charlie leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the man. "I'm glad you like it."

"Are you crazy? I love it!" Charlie pulled back to meet his eyes. "And you."

The chocolatier held him tightly, during which time Charlie completely forgot about everyone else in the room. "I'm the luckiest boy in the world."

Mrs. Bucket watched as Wonka helped Charlie put on his bracelet. She stood up and said, "Charlie, Willy, can I talk to you outside for a moment? Please."

Surprised by his mother's sharp tone, Charlie said, "Er - okay." He looked at his partner for help, but Wonka shrugged. They followed Mrs. Bucket outside. "Mother, what is it-"

"Charlie, I know about you and Willy," Mrs. Bucket said.

Charlie's blood went cold. "How..."

"I saw you kissing him outside the kitchen window." She pressed her lips tightly together. "This...can't happen."

"Mrs. Bucket, I love your son-" Wonka started, wrapping an arm around Charlie.

"You're thirty years older than him! More!" Mrs. Bucket exclaimed.

Tears filled Charlie's eyes and he grasped Wonka's hand. "I don't care, Mother," Charlie said. " I don't care. Willy doesn't care. The only person who cares is you."

Shocked, Mrs. Bucket's mouth fell open. "You can't be together," she said sharply. "I forbid it."

Charlie squeezed his partner's hand. "You can't keep us apart, Mother!" Charlie yelled. "I'm Willy's heir, which means he has to be around me to teach me about his job, and I love him!"

Mrs. Bucket's eyes widened in surprise. "Charlie, come with me," she said.

Charlie gripped Wonka's hand tightly. "No. I'm staying with Willy. It's my birthday."

Guilt flashed in his mother's eyes as she must have remembered. "You will stay with him in that house." She pointed to the Buckets' small house on the edible grass. "He can stay in your room, but absolutely not in your bed. Your father and I will lay out a mattress for him to sleep on the floor. Do you understand me?"

Charlie understood clearly, but he quickly found a loophole. Wonka was forbidden to sleep in his bed, but there was no rule against him sleeping on the floor with his partner. "I understand clearly, Mother." At Wonka's surprised look, probably because Charlie had agreed so easily, Charlie sent him a look that said, I'll tell you later.

"I will inform your father about this, but not tonight," Mrs. Bucket said, sounding exhausted. "Charlie, I'm sorry I confronted you like this on your birthday, but I'm your mother and I love you, and I want to make sure you are safe and loved."

"I am, Mother," Charlie said, leaning against Wonka. "Willy loves me."

"I do, Mrs. Bucket," Wonka agreed. "I love your son."

"I noticed," Mrs. Bucket said. "Now, both of you get inside and straight to bed. We'll talk more tomorrow, with your father."

Oh, how Charlie dreaded that conversation! Just as they were about to go inside, the Oompa-Loompas had surrounded them and began to sing.

"Oompa Loompa, Doobity-Do"

"See what happens when you know the truth?"

"See what love can do to you?" they sang.

"Oh, I see," Charlie, Wonka, and Mrs. Bucket said in unison.

"Oompa Loompa Doobity-Do"

"See how complicated love can be?"

"See how good it feels when the truth sets you free?"

"Oompa Loompa Doobity-"

"ENOUGH!" Wonka shouted, making Charlie jump. Looking over at him, Charlie saw that he was blushing.

The Oompa-Loompas froze in surprise. Then a small group sang, quietly, "Oompa...Loompa...Doobity...Do"

"See what happens when Willy Wonka's mad at you"

Wonka tried to rush forward but Charlie held him back desperately. The Oompa-Loompas ran for it. Charlie was bewildered as he found himself laughing despite the situation he and Wonka had gotten themselves into. Maybe it was the sugar from all the cake he'd eaten, or perhaps Charlie thought it was genuinely funny.

Mrs. Bucket sighed. "All right, let's go inside before the Oompa-Loompas come back."

"Please," Wonka groaned. "I'll strangle them, I will. They have the absolute worst timing."

"You won't strangle them," Charlie told him.

"Fine."

A short while later, Charlie lay snuggled under the blankets with Wonka on the mattress his mother had laid out for the chocolatier. "I'm so sorry, Charlie," Wonka murmured quietly, rubbing Charlie's back as he held him. "

"Stop," Charlie said gently. "It's not your fault." He ran a hand through his partner's blond-brown hair.

"Yes, it is." Wonka's blue eyes filled with tears. "I should've been more careful, I shouldn't have kissed you in such a vulnerable place-"

Charlie interrupted him with a kiss. "Stop, Willy. Stop it."

"Only if you let me strangle the Oompa-Loompas."

"You're not strangling the Oompa-Loompas." Charlie kissed him and Wonka pulled him closer. "In a way, I'm kind of glad Mother knows. We don't have to hide our love for each other anymore."

"THEY WHAT?!" Charlie and Wonka heard from downstairs then.

"Not so loud!" Mrs. Bucket exclaimed.

"Uh-oh," Charlie said.

"It's okay," Wonka said, hugging him tightly. "We'll get through this."

"I love you more than anything else in the world," Charlie sighed, hugging Wonka back. "I don't want you to ever forget that."

"Charlie, look at me." When Charlie obliged, his heart lurched as he saw tears streaming down Wonka's cheeks, and Charlie kissed them all away. Wonka put his palm on Charlie's cheek and brought him into a kiss, putting a lump in Charlie's throat.

After kissing for what seemed like a long time, Charlie finally rested his head against his partner's chest, exhausted, lips red and swollen from the kissing. "Happy birthday, my love," Wonka said, and Charlie was asleep not a minute after.

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