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ohheyitsokay · 3 years ago

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part 10 of the ‘hey batter batter’ series

pairing: Francisco (Frankie, Catfish) Morales x reader

wordcount: 3k

warnings: so so soo much fluff. clouds and clouds worth. kissing, implications of sex (blink and you’ll miss it)

summary: it’s a Triple Frontier Baseball AU! Trust me, you don’t need to know anything about baseball.

In this chapter, you and Frankie finish the season and the summer, and know it’s only the beginning.

notes: thank you all so much for supporting this little story of mine! I genuinely am blown away by how kind everyone has been! originally I planned on this series just being a couple of one-shots set in the same universe, but it got away form me, and I can’t believe so many of you came along for the ride. some of those stories will come in time, but thank you thank you thank you to everyone who stuck around this long! all the love for all of you!

It was a beautiful day for a baseball game.

The sun was shining and for once your bones weren’t shaking with the rumble of the stadium as people stomped and cheered. In fact, the majority of the noise was from Frankie’s momma as she chattered across your lap to your grandfather. The two of them were discussing gardening and how well season was played, how proud they were, the best of friends. It was peaceful, almost, and most of the flashing lights and roaring crowds were away – it was the final game, a charity fundraiser, all fun.

You could see your catcher as he turned, looking at your section like he couldn’t help but search for you, and you smiled, heart as full and as warm as the sun on your shoulders. His curls were sticking out from under his helmet haphazardly, the pads on his shoulders and thighs making him even more solid, and it was a sight that you’d never get tired of. Combined with the smells of warm pastries, jalapeños and melted cheese, contentment settled into your soul like a hand in a glove, a perfect fit.

It was the of the ninth and they were playing well, encouraged by the cause and playing for the love of of the game instead of a paycheck. Behind you, you heard someone mention just how well Frankie had batted this season, and you brushed pan dulce sugar from your lap.

The players had told you last week after all the big games were done why Santi had offered to pay for you and James to fly to see their final games. At the time, it had baffled you how intensely they insisted, how eagerly the pushed it, and how your boyfriend had looked equal parts embarrassed and hopeful, but eventually you agreed, assuming you could get the time off from work. When the secret came out you laughed, shaking your head and rolling your eyes.

They had exchanged smiles and shrugged and shared knowing glances as they let you explain away what they knew was true. You were their luck.

The thought was long gone from your mind now though, as Ben was doing weird poses on the field, and you heard chuckles ripple through the crowds. Fans of him and the team alike were endlessly charmed, and you knew you’d catch comments about it for months to come. His brother was just standing, and still you heard dreamy sighs of Will’s name, and made a mental note to tease him after the game about his “blonde halo”. Whatever that meant.

Santi threw a perfect curveball, and when it landed firmly in Frankie’s glove, you heard a girl swoon, “That’s my man!” and the laughter of her friends, as they called her “Mrs. Morales”.

“No!” his momma was glaring over her shoulder tugging on your elbow, as if physically fighting them was a viable option. You tugged back, making soothing noises as she protested, “Mi frijol.” The sweet lady muttered something else and before your heart could latch on to what you could’ve sworn was something about the future and tu marido you moved on.

“I know, I know,” you were saying, when James leaned over, glint in his sweet, aging eyes.

“She’s right, honey,” he said, only encouraging his friend, and you grinned.

“He’s my boy,” she said again with an air of finality, “and yours."

Looking at your grandfather sheepishly, you pointed at your shirt and shrugged as he said, “Right again.”

You were wearing his backup Jersey.

Cheesy as it was, it felt good to have the little claim of his over your skin, and while it wasn’t obvious to everyone, you wore it with pride. Comments from his fans slid off it like raindrops on a tin roof, and while you apricated her inclusion, you didn’t need it to know he was yours, as you were his.

Jimbo leaned towards the woman at your side and whispered conspiratorially in her ear, and she settled, and you left it, enjoying their friendship. The day was too lovely for anything else, anyway.

Catch, catch, walk, look for his girlfriend, sit, swing, hit, run, walk, sit. Repeat.

Nothing so eventful happened the last few minutes of the game, and as the Will went out for his final bat, you felt a surprising wave of bittersweet nostalgia for all that had passed since the opening game, cold as an evening breeze.

Then the ball cracked against the bat, and the sound snapped you back, and you felt a fire under your breastbone, reminding you the best was yet to come.

Frankie’s mom finished her final cheers enthusiastically, all annoyance long gone, and she pulled you into a hug.

“Nieta is calling. Hug Francisco for me, hija, and I’ll see you tomorrow?” You nodded, squeezing her back almost as hard. You and Frankie were using his first real day off to babysit and get some quality time, and both of you were well aware this was hardly goodbye. You gave a gentler hug to your grandfather, who was going with her, whispering “Bye Jimbo,” as you kissed his cheek. He had conspired to let you stay out for the evening, and while you’d miss driving him home, you were grateful for the opportunity.

Seeing them safely as far as you could, your feet danced with excitement. Like it had been more than handful of times, they knew the path to the locker rooms, carrying you so light you were almost floating. When you slid into the waiting room, Frankie was already clean and looking for you anxiously. Maybe you should’ve given him a little wave from across the room, but you could do better.

You ducked away from his line of sight, and snuck around behind him before say, “hey, batter, batter.” He whipped around and before you could even register the grin on his face, he was pulling you against his chest.

“Hey yourself,” he said, and the two of you got one sweet, slightly needy kiss before you heard good-natured groans.

“It’s been like month,” Santi said, ruffling your hair as you stepped back, “Aren’t you guys done flirting?” You stuck your tongue out at him, wondering if you were fast enough to flick him in the forehead.

“Don’t bother,” Will said, his tone resigned but playful as he hugged you too. “Be happy he got her to stick around.” You pulled a face, and Benny laughed. They all knew by now that it was more than a summer fling, even Tom, who you realized hadn’t come out yet.

When you asked, they winced, and you dropped the topic, knowing they would tell you in their own time. Frankie pulled you back to him, his warm fingers lacing with yours as you herded them towards the door.

They were still working on things, still trying to figure out what their next steps looked like.

For now, you owed your baseball boys a dinner.

It had taken you a couple of times cooking for them to get the portions right. The Miller boys ate like they were hollow, and after a game was a testament to that.

Thankfully, you had more than enough this time, having been preparing their favorites for days with the enthusiastic help from Frankie’s mom, and begrudging help from his sister as a thank you to her hermano. The piled into your little space and ate gratefully, telling you about the game like you knew what they were talking about.

“Benny, why were you –” his deep laughter cut you off, and your hand shot out to grab Will’s wrist mid-throw. You had a rule against projectile food to keep them from squabbling like children at your makeshift dinner table. The dinner roll fell to his plate as Benny tried to explain, and Santi deadpanned.

“I was stretching, and I got distracted –”

“You were flirting with the entire stadium, Ben.”

“No! Well –”

It was warm and bright, eating dinner with them like a family, teasing and laughter filling the space like clear broth in the cool of night.

Frankie’s hand found your knee under the table.

The best part about these replacement-parties was watching them all try to help clean up. You were lucky professional athletes had fast reflexes, or you would’ve lost more than a few dishes to their shenanigans. They insisted, wouldn’t let you help, and things probably would’ve been put back correctly if you had, but it was great, letting things play out however they may. Maybe years and years down the road, you would tell a younger generation that you had some of the world’s most desirable athletes fighting in your kitchen over where you kept your dish soap refills.

And after, they would collapse in your living room, unearthing all the games from your shelves. One of your favorite moments from the summer was coming through thrift stores for games, ignoring the stare of jealousy and making ridiculous bets.

All the while, Frankie kept as close to you as he could, too busy watching you with wrinkles in the corners of his eyes to be embarrassed of his rambunctious friends.

When you and Will won the first game of the evening, he accidentally hit you in the face with the back of his hand as he flung his arms open in triumph.

It hadn’t hurt as badly as it would’ve if his brother had been the one talking with his hands, but Frankie had still thumped him in the back of the head before he followed you to the kitchen.

“Baby, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Frankie,” you laughed, but he was already taking the pack of frozen peas from your hand to press it against the lump forming on your temple. He was gentle, and the air shifted, like there was more on his mind than your minor injury. Brown eyes searching yours, you wished you knew what he was thinking.

“Francisco?” Your hands had settled on his chest but the moved around his neck when he moved the ice to ghost his lips over the spot. He didn’t answer for a moment, just setting the peas aside, and carefully trapping you against the counter.

There were noises of good-natured arguing coming from the living room, and you knew he was taking advantage of their distraction, carving a little pocket for the two of you in time.

“Te adoro,” his lips were almost hot as they pressed into yours. “I love you,” he said, so close you could feel the hairs on his upper lip still.

For the past month, your relationship had been fast, jumpstarting to serious and staying that was, but this was new. It was one thing, for him to tell you he wanted something real with you, wanted you to be a part of his life, and another to hear him say he loved you simply, without abandon. Still, you didn’t hesitate.

“I love you too.”

He kissed you again, unhurried, and you almost couldn’t return it, you were smiling so widely. Your bump was long forgotten.

When the two of you came out the kitchen, the others had barely noticed you were gone and Ben immediately was accusing you of cheating, but Santi shot you a knowing smile.

There was a gap of time when a season ended, when Molly’s inbox was mercifully void of emails. It was a time when the chaos of her job slowed, for a bit before she began her work for the off-season, and she relished it with every fiber of her being.

This particular gap began wrapped up in sheets with Tom, her Tom, kissing and wishing the world outside was a simple as this, in the little bubble of her room.

She could always tell though, when his mind was no longer filled with her, and the other sides of him began to leak through the cracks. His eyes moved with urgency instead of appreciation his hands moved a little slower and then in sudden jerks, and when he trailed off mid-sentence, she sighed.

“You told them, didn’t you?”

He rolled onto his back; his gaze pointed towards the ceiling.

“Right after the game,” he confessed, and she sighed again, sitting up. If nothing else, for him, she had endless patience.

“How’d that go?”

Her love was silent, thinking only of the embarrassment and defensiveness that had reared in his chest. The tilt of Santi’s head, Frankie’s slow nod. He wished Benny had been disappointed, wished Will had thought it was a joke.

“They understood,” Tom didn’t add that he hoped with all his considerable might that they had reacted stronger, hoped they had told him not to, said they needed him to stay, but they hadn’t. It wouldn’t have been true, anyway. They were growing, going somewhere he couldn’t follow.

Her hand ran over his chest as it filled with air, stilling over his heart.

“It’s time,” one of them said, and the other nodded.

Counseling. Rehab. Retirement.

Slowing down to coach at a local college.

He clenched his hand into a fist, and then relaxed, palm falling open, upwards.

The love of his life kissed his forehead.

It was time.

The first stop of the day was with James, spending the morning helping him around the house. Before this summer, you had thought you were his favorite grandchild, but he had essentially adopted Frankie months ago, and already liked him more than you.

The little old man talked excitedly about baseball and lectured your love on enjoying his off-season. He dragged him into the yard, talking his ear off about the benefits of different teas and the importance of volunteering with youth programs, and you settled inside, throwing away expired things from his fridge. Their absence was your only opportunity for the chore.

Honestly, the two of you needed to leave sooner than later and you weren’t sure how much time you had.

“Honey?” You dropped a can of whipped cream from a month ago guiltily.

“Yeah, Jimbo?”

He eyed you suspiciously but seemed too excited to be deterred by you.

“I put this together for you!” He said proudly, and you noticed a flash of the same mischief from yesterday in his eyes. Your grandfather handed you a box, and made you promise not to open in until you left. You hugged the sweet man, and smiled when Frankie did, too, before saying your goodbyes, thankful beyond words for him.

If it weren’t for him, you were sure you wouldn’t be climbing into the truck of your boyfriend, and certainly not having the catcher’s hand slide into yours. When you opened the box, the gratitude didn’t shrink, but your embarrassment rose.

Frankie laughed so hard you thought he was going to have to pull over.

It was full of Francisco Morales merchandise, signatures and memorabilia ranging from his very first baseball card to his most recent bobble head.

Frankie kissed your knuckles for the second time since you climbed into his truck, which was silly since it had only been three minutes since you left his mother’s house.

He could feel your look, answering before you even asked.

“I’m good, just… I love you,” he said, unable to keep his eyes on the road when he said it.

“I love you too, Frankie,” you said, wondering what prompted him.

“Could we… would you want to get dinner?” He looked thoughtful and you laughed.

“Are you asking me on a date?”

Your hand was lifted to his lips again, sending electricity up your spine as he confirmed.

The two of you had a bag full of Anita’s best by the time you entered his home, and he still hadn’t told you what was on his mind. The two of you ate, sharing stories about the day’s adventures, helping his mother around the house and watching, Bianca, his sweet, tiny new niece. You had a great conversation with his mother, and despite her excitable nature, she surprised you by asking you about your boundaries and promising not to overstep.

Frankie told you about his hermana, and her slowly opening up to the idea of letting him help her out, not as charity but family, and letting him shoulder some of the responsibilities. You watched the warmth in his eyes as he talked and wondered how it was possible for a single person to feel so safe.

Eventually the talking slowed, and you found yourself half falling asleep against the stretch of his chest, is hands slowing their wandering paths.

“Love?” he murmured into your hair. You hummed in response.

When he didn’t say anything, your mind woke, and you pulled yourself up, and into his lap, straddling him.

He looked up at you for a moment before you felt him sigh against you.

“I have this baby,” he said, and you couldn’t help but smile at his phrasing. Santi always said it was melodramatic. “Do you… is this all too much?”

His expression mirrored that of your first date, and you told him the same thing as you had then.

That you would stay, as long as he would have you. That you would navigate alongside him, that you were happy to. This time, you added that you loved him, and you felt him shift under you, anxiety leaking out of him, allowing solid adoration to replace it.

Frankie said, “Thank you,” against your mouth, and like a prayer. In the dim evening light, you kissed him, and as his hands slipped under your shirt to hold your sides, he held you for the first time like you were real.

And you were, this was something that wasn’t going away.

For the first time in a long time, it was a perfect day for something new, and his heart was here, beating under his hands.

translations:

pan dulce: pastries

mi frijol: my bean

tu marido: your husband

nieta: granddaughter

hija: daughter

hermano/a: brother, sister

te adoro: I adore you

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wonkasmissstarshine · 4 years ago

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The Chocolatier’s Rose {Willy Wonka x OC} Epilogue

GIF not mine. Credit goes to owner.

Summary: It’s ten years later, and the Wonka twins do something special for their father’s birthday.

A/N: Here’s the official end to the series. Thank you for reading and stay tuned for The Chocolate Prince and The Lovely Maiden.

Tagging: @willymywonkers @holdmeicant @sleepiesapphicxoxo @frozenhuntress67

Ten years later...

Rose Wonka stood in the kitchen, scrubbing the dishes that were dirtied from their breakfast. As she scrubbed, dried, and stacked, she stared out the window, watching the ten-year-old twins, and their music teacher, Eleanor.

When it came time for Rose and Willy to get schooling for their children, they decided to let the twins decide whether they wanted to be homeschooled or attend public school.

The twins seemed to understand the difference between the two and made the decision to be homeschooled. At least until they decided that they did want to attend school with other kids. Luckily, they didn't have to worry about finding teachers because their friends stepped in to teach them.

Fleur and Dulce sat on the swings that hang from the large cotton candy tree. Fleur clutched a doll of her likeness in her hand. Ever since she received it, she never went anywhere without it. The doll (that had been named Lily) was very special to her because it was given to her by her brother. It also happened to have been made by Dulce.

It would seem that the young boy had a knack for making toys, as Lily the Doll wasn't the first one he had ever made.

Rose remembered one particular day when she was cleaning Fleur and Dulce's room.

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The twins were usually pretty good about keeping their room tidy. But, there were odd days, like today, when their room was only a little bit messy. Like today. Fleur and Dulce were currently in a math lesson with Danny so Rose decided to clean up their room.

While she was cleaning, she had found two toys that she had never seen before. They were both yo-yos. One of them was baby pink with a floral pattern decorating the round edge and a golden 'F' right in the center. The other yo-yo was a sky blue color. There was a much simpler pattern outlining the round edge of the toy but it was still a pretty pattern, nonetheless. This yo-yo had a silver 'D' in the middle.

Rose decided to pay a visit to the classroom that the twins learned in for more serious subjects such as math, science, geography, and reading comprehension. The more fun subjects, such as music, arts and crafts, and physical education were taught within the Garden Room.

Rose stood in the doorway of the classroom, watching as Danny was going over multiplication tables with the twins. Rose let them finish going over five times five before she decided to knock on the door. Danny looked her way and smiled.

"Fleur, Dulce, look who's here!" Danny said.

The twins turned in their seats to see if Uncle Danny was either talking about mommy or daddy. Their faces lit up when they saw Rose, and they both leaped out of their seats to go and hug her.

"Mommy!" Fleur said excitedly.

"What are you doing here, mommy?" Dulce asked. Not that he minded that his mom was here of course.

"There's nothing wrong with mommy wanting to see her little angels," Rose said. She leaned down to give them both a kiss on the head. Then she looked at Danny. "How are the multiplication tables going?"

"I think they're getting the hang of it," Danny said proudly. "Dulce is getting it right off the bat. Fleur is having a little trouble, but luckily she's got her brother to help her"

"I'll get it on my own eventually," Fleur said, sounding almost disappointed with herself. "Sorry I'm not too good at math, mommy"

"Oh, jellybean," Rose cooed. "It's okay. I was never the best at math either. You just need to keep practicing and eventually, you'll get better"

Fleur's disappointed frown turned into a bright smile. "Thanks, mommy!"

"But there was something I found that I wanted to ask you two about" Rose reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out the two yo-yos. "I don't remember your daddy or me, or any of your grandparents, or any of your aunts or uncles, getting you these yo-yos"

Dulce's eyes lit up. "That's because I made them, mommy" He confessed proudly.

Rose's eyes widened. "You made these?"

"Yeah. In arts and crafts with Auntie Lucy"

Rose smiled, feeling incredibly proud of her son. "When did you learn to make them?"

Dulce shrugged. "I don't know. I just knew how to make them" He smiled up at his mom. "I think when I'm a grown-up I want to make toys. Like Santa!"

"I think you'd make a lot of kids happy, gumdrop" Rose smiled at Dulce. She looked at Fleur. "And what about you, jellybean? What do you want to do when you're a grown-up?"

Fleur didn't even need to think about her answer. "I want to make candy just like daddy does!"

Rose giggled. "I think daddy will be very happy to hear that"

******

Rose couldn't help but smile at the memory. She loved that her kids already knew what they wanted to do when they grew up.

Fleur had decided that she would follow in her father's footsteps and become a chocolatier. That little girl loved helping out the Oompa-Loompas whenever she got the chance to. She already knew everything about how all the candy was made. She knew every fun fact that you could know about chocolate and candy. Charlie had seen his niece's passion and decided that when it was time, the factory would be passed down to her when she was old enough.

Then Dulce had his dream of being a toymaker when he was older. That boy could turn any little trinket or scrap he found into some kind of toy. Mr. Bucket was always trying to find things that his grandson could use. It was becoming a common occurrence that Rose and Willy would find him making something. There was no doubt that one day, he would open up his own shop, selling all the toys he's ever made. Then one day, he'll open up the biggest toy factory in the world.

Or perhaps he'll move to the North Pole and work with Santa Claus like Dulce is always saying he'll do when he's old enough.

But don't worry mommy and daddy, I'll use the sleigh to come to visit you guys every week!

The oven dinged, indicating that the cookies she had in the oven were done. She put on her oven mitts and then opened the oven. The hot air hit her face like a wave crashing onto the shore of a sandy beach. She took the cookies out and set them on the cooling rack. Then, she grabbed a couple of glasses and poured some milk into them. Once the cookies were cool enough, she set the baked goods and the milk onto a tray and brought them outside.

"Jellybean! Gumdrop!" Rose called to her children. "Milk and cookies!"

Fleur and Dulce's face lit up. They grabbed hands and ran to their mom. The both of them patiently waited until their mom said that they could take their treats. And once they did, they made sure to thank her.

"How is practice going?" Rose asked her children. "Are you two ready for tonight?"

Dulce swallowed his mouthful of cookie before answering his mom. "Auntie Eleanor says we're really talented!"

Fleur nodded in agreement. "Yeah. She says we're going to rock daddy's socks off tonight!"

Rose giggled and then looked to her friend. "And how are you feeling about tonight, Ellie?"

"Well, Felix definitely can't wait to see my performance tonight," Eleanor said about her husband. She rolled her eyes but kept her grin. "Honestly, I feel a bit silly singing it, but Fleur and Dulce like singing it and they make it worth it"

"Well, Willy is going to love it, for sure," Rose said, smiling over at her children. "He's so proud of them, and he just loves them to bits"

An Oompa-Loompa had walked up to Rose. He was carrying a stack of colorful clothes in his arms. He gently tugged on Rose's skirt to let her know of his presence. Rose looked down at the Oompa-Loompa and smiled at him. The Oompa-Loompa returned the smile. He held out the clothes for Rose to take.

"Ah! These are the clothes for tonight, yes?" Rose asked. The Oompa-Loompa nodded. Rose took the clothes. "Thank you so much!" She bowed to the Oompa-Loompa, and the Oompa-Loompa bowed in return. Before he left though, the Oompa-Loompa made sure to greet the children.

"Mommy, are those our costumes for tonight?" Fleur asked curiously.

"They sure are. Auntie Lucy made them" Rose said.

"Can we go put them on now?" Dulce asked, not being able to contain his excitement.

"If you're done with your snacks then yes" Rose permitted. She gave Fleur her costume and then gave Dulce his. "Just make sure not to get them dirty"

"We won't!" The twins spoke in unison. "We promise!" They left to go get changed, but not without receiving kisses on their cheeks from Rose.

Rose grinned at Eleanor and handed her costume to her. Eleanor held out the dress in front of her, giving it a once over. "Wherever did you come up with this, Ro?" Eleanor asked.

"It's what the puppets wore" Rose answered.

Eleanor blinked. Had she heard that right? "Puppets? What puppets?"

Rose giggled, remembering that day almost ten years ago. "It was the day of the tour. For his grand entrance, Willy had these puppets singing a song about how great he is. It was quite a wonderful show. That is until the pyrotechnics got out of hand and melted all those poor puppets"

Eleanor just stared. Honestly, when Rose handed her those lyrics, she was sure that Rose had written it because of how much she loved Willy and thought the world of him. But, she supposed with an entrance like that, you'd never forget it. "There aren't going to be any pyrotechnics, are there?" That was all she asked.

"No, of course not" Rose quickly said. She pulled something out of her pocket. "Confetti poppers"

******

Everyone gathered in the ballroom for the twin's grand performance. The reason they were singing tonight was that it was their father's birthday today. And because their dad was always making their birthday special, they wanted to make his birthday special.

When the twins told Rose what they wanted to do, the first thing that came to her mind was them singing the welcome song from that day of the tour. She was even gonna have them wearing the clothes the puppets did, but of course, she was gonna leave out the fireworks. She didn't want her children to get barbequed.

Rose made sure that everyone was comfortable in their seats, especially her grandparents (yes, they were still alive and more lively than ever). Then she had to make sure all the children were comfortable.

Since the birth of their own children, Rose and Willy's friends had gone on to marry each other and have children of their own. It started when Lucy and Harry welcomed their daughter about a year after they married. Then, it was Eleanor and Felix who married and welcomed a son. Priscilla and Danny ended up together, also welcoming a son. And now, in about nine months, Rose and Willy would become an aunt and uncle.

Charlie and Jenny married each other a little over three months ago. And just recently, Jenny found out she was pregnant. Rose was the first one she told, feeling scared by the news. But Rose assured her sister-in-law that everything was going to be okay and that Charlie would no doubt be overjoyed.

Long story short, he was.

Once everyone was seated, Rose got up onto the stage and addressed everyone. "Welcome, our wonderful family! I'd like to thank you all for coming to this wonderful celebration for my even more wonderful husband's birthday!" Rose scanned the crowd until she caught Willy's eyes. The two of them smiled at each other. "For the first time, you will be witnessing the musical talents of our daughter, Fleur Wonka, and our son, Dulce Wonka. Tonight, they will be joined by their music teacher, Eleanor Hunter" Felix smiled with pride when he heard his wife's name. "Now, please put your hands together for Fleur, Dulce, and Eleanor!"

Everyone started applauding as the red velvet curtain providing as a backdrop for Rose opened. She stepped out of view and out stepped Eleanor with Fleur and Dulce on either side of her. Eleanor was wearing a dress with a candy design on it, and Fleur was wearing one with a flowery design on it. They both wore matching pink shoes and white aprons with a pink W on the front. Their hair was done up in matching pigtails.

Dulce on the other hand wore a white dress shirt with matching white pants. He wore a polka dot vest and a polka dot bowtie. He also wore an apron with a pink W on it, and a white hat with a pink W on top of his slicked-back hair. Finally, he wore a pair of black dress shoes.

Behind them, was a backdrop constructed similarly to the one that the puppets had used for their performance. Behind the backdrop, was another red curtain.

Willy's eyes lit up and his smile grew wide. He knew why this scene looked so familiar! He had his puppets sing to his guests on the day of the tour, and now his children were about to sing for him. Oh dear, he just hoped that the pyrotechnics were left out.

The music started up. The children and their music teacher being to sing in perfect harmony, and dance in perfect coordination.

Willy Wonka, Rosie Wonka

The Amazing Chocolatiers

Wait, hang on. Did they just sing Rosie Wonka? Eleanor managed to catch Rose's eyes and she threw her a wink. Rose grinned, confirming her suspicion. Eleanor had changed it to include Rose's name in the song.

Willy Wonka, Rosie Wonka

Everybody give a cheer!

They're modest, clever, and so smart,

They barely can restrain it.

With so much generosity,

There is no way to contain it

To contain it, to contain, to contain, to contain.

When it came to the musical break, Rose quickly rushed into the audience so she could grab her husband. Willy was confused at first but trusted his wife as she pulled him up on the stage. They waited behind the other curtain which concealed not just one, but two red velvet chairs. Willy sat in one, and Rose sat in the other. The two of them joined hands.

Willy Wonka, Rosie Wonka

They're the ones that you're about to meet.

Willy Wonka, Rosie Wonka

They're geniuses who can't be beat.

The magicians and chocolate 'wizes

The best darn pair who ever lived

Willy and Rosie Wonka here they are!

The curtains pulled back to reveal the couple. Once the music came to a complete stop, that's when Eleanor, Fleur, and Dulce pulled their confetti poppers. The colorful paper went flying everywhere. Everyone stood up from their seats, hollering and clapping. But no one was cheering as loud as Willy was.

"That was magnificent!" Willy cheered. He turned to Rose, took her face and his hands, and gave her a great big kiss. "That was truly wonderful!"

Rose smiled at him. "You sure it wasn't dodgy in the middle part?"

"No, no! Every part of the was wonderful! And that finale? Wow!" Rose couldn't help but smile as she thought back to the first day she met him. "I like this version more because it includes you! Did you do this for me, starshine?"

"It wasn't my idea," Rose said, shaking her head.

"Daddy! Daddy!" The twins called out to their father.

"Mommy says this wasn't her idea," Willy said. "Was it yours?"

"Yes, daddy" Fleur nodded her head.

"We hope you liked it!" Dulce said. "We just wanted to have a special birthday"

"Because you're always giving us a special birthday" Fleur finished.

"Oh, my precious jellybean and gumdrop" Willy cooed lovingly to his children. He pulled them both into a hug. "I loved it so much! And it gives me such a wonderful idea"

"What is it, cocoa bean?" Rose asked, curious as to what her husband's idea was.

"I've been thinking a lot about it, but I think I'm ready to open the factory to the public again. Start giving regular tours"

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, starshine. I am" Willy nodded. He looked at the twins and smiled. "And I think before every tour, you two should sing that to the guests"

Fleur and Dulce started jumping with joy at the idea. "Do you really mean it, daddy?" Dulce asked.

"I sure do!"

"We won't let you down, daddy" Fleur vowed. "We promise!"

"Nothing you two do could ever let me down," Willy said. "I am proud of everything that you do" He looked at Fleur. "And I know that you're going to be an amazing chocolatier, jellybean" Then, he looked at Dulce. "And you're going to be a wonderful toymaker, gumdrop. You're going to make every child in the world happy with your toys"

The twins smiled like they always do when they hear how proud their mommy and daddy are of them. They brought their parents into a big hug and spoke in unison. "We love you, mommy! We love you, daddy!"

Rose and Willy looked at each other, smiling and saying at the same time. "We love you, too"

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In Her Sister’s Shadow | Special Episodes |

@stunninglyignis @neko-otaku13

| Our First Date |

~Gajeel's POV~ We are sitting on the opposite side of the shop - she doesn't even notice I am here. Then again I am hiding behind the booth ducking down so she can't spot me so I can make sneak peaks at her. Dezerea is sitting by the window the morning sunlight splashing on her lightly tanned skin, shining off that vibrant red hair that is in a messy bun. She goes to this coffee shop every morning after a run just as they open to order a black coffee and a blueberry muffin, the barista flirts heavily with her. It pisses me off greatly, I must do something about that arrogant jerk before he messes things up - she's with me. Well suppose to be with me. She still doesn't understand that we are meant to be I feel it in my heart that this goddess of a women is meant for me. There is a green tea sitting in front of me, it's getting colder by the minute I'm just listening to her sing under her breath every once in a while or read a poem out loud. I had to focus really well since the place was loosely packed, I had to scare off a group of kids earlier that were chatting about Erza and Natsu. Who cares about those fools? Yesterday the poem was about lost dreams. It was pretty for what he heard Dezerea mutter aloud - it brought him to Levy to ask about it as she was the only person he knew that would answer him truthfully which earned him a blush and a shy reply. ~~Yesterday Afternoon Fairy Tail Guild Library~~ "Hey Levy you know poems right?" Gajeel asked walking over to the short blue-hair girl who was being closely watched by Jet. "Yeah some - why?" She questioned looking up from her book. "It goes; 'You looked into my heart and found my lost dream, a very common one I guess it may seem. No one else like you in my heart is the same. That's all I heard." "Oh." She blushed several shades of red, like a Dezerea's hair - that long soft mass of red hair, Gajeel thought of how soft it would feel against his skin loosing focus for a moment.

"That's K.L Dulce isn't it?" Lucy said interrupting the conversation, like usual butting into everything. "Where did you hear that poem, Gajeel that's odd coming from you." "Where is the damn book located?" Gajeel said irately getting annoyed by the peppy blonde as she bound over to the two of them. "Over this way. . ." Levy said the blush still on her face, what was her problem? Gajeel spent the next few minutes reading the poem, "Cuz I've really changed since in my life you came. You told me that my fate rests in my hands, to make life as best I can. You took my hand and out of the shadows we ran. With my back to the dark and my heart towards the light. So that's what she was reading - I like it who is she referring to though? Me right?" ~~Present Time~~ "~Whenever I'm alone with you. ~ You make me feel like I am fun again. ~ However far away, I will always love you~." Dezerea sung under her breath, sounding better than any bird alive she had a ear bud placed in her left ear while looking over the local newspaper. 'It's about me right?' Gajeel thought hearing her hum along with the rest of the song, why was all these people so loud around? 'I feel the same way. . .' Gajeel sent a death glare to a little child who was crying over the factor that he didn't want to eat applesauce, the child shut up after receiving the look. The kid should be happy about that, he was not at least not have a sham of a 'date' with the girl of his dreams. She was not even knowing he was there. . .day after day he would sneak in before she did to get the best view to peak at her sitting in the corner by the window. Day after day he would watch as two of the baristas flirt with her, the manager and one of the regular staff, he already threatened the regular staff away from her the manager he hadn't gotten his hands on yet. Dezerea never seemed to notice that they were flirting with her, she would casually brush it off with just a nice smirking smile. That smirk was dazzling it sent his heart pounding in his chest every time he saw it grace her face. Every time he saw it - that gave him hope knowing that she was still open to him, though she would toss the same smirk at him when he tried to hit on her. She never gave anyone the genuine smile that he spotted on her face when she was completely alone with him just following behind her sneakily. Juvia in her stupidity told him that his obsession with Dezerea was beyond creepy - like her obsession with Gray was sane? "Hey Dezzy how is life treating you today? Going on a mission anytime soon?" The manager asked Dezerea, calling her by her least favorite nickname he sidled up over to her refilling her coffee cup a broad smile playing on his thin lips. "Don't -" came a warning tone. "Don't call her Dezzy - only her sister and sometimes myself can get away with that - not you stick figure." Gajeel said all the sudden he found himself all the way across the room standing beside the tall manager, glaring evilly at him broad chest puffed up looking intimidating. "Gajeel. . .what are you doing here?" Her beautiful brown eyes staring up at him shocked by his sudden appearance. "She doesn't seem too bothered by it." "Dezerea is being polite, stop bothering her with your pointless flirting she is trying to read and listen to some music can't you see we are enjoying some time together?" Gajeel said threateningly pushing the thin man back a few steps. "Let's not start a fight - okay? Just sit please Gajeel. I don't like being called Dezzy, I don't like how it sounds." She said plainly moving a bag out of the way from the seat in front of her leaving space for the Metal Dragon Slayer to sit. "I'm sorry to offend." He said softly bowing a little before leaving the area. "So you have been following me haven't you?" Came the questioning voice of Dezerea, she turned off the music wrapping up the ear buds with practiced ease. "No. . .I just happen to stop here this morning and I heard your name." He lied. "Over a screaming baby?" She questioned eyeing the small child near the seat he had been occupying. "I can hear and smell my mate anywhere." Gajeel said calmly flashing a broad smile, arms crossed against his chest. "There you go again with the mate thing. . .Gajeel what do you like about me so much?" She asked, locking eyes with him as she sipped at the coffee. "Many things. Your looks, skills in battle - the way you went after Laxus giving Natsu and I room to take him down that was pure perfection. Your singing it's like heavenly birds, you sing better than Mirajane. Hell better than me! Your taste in reading is really good - well the poems you read. . .I like that one you read yesterday. That smile you give when you find a mission you want to take on. Your personality. . ." "Please stop. . .how did you know I read poems?" She was blushing like mad - it was so cute, he wanted to pull her into a hug right now and kiss those red cheeks. "I heard you reading one aloud yesterday." "But you just ran into me here today and didn't follow me any other time, right? I only read poems here." She mused her chocolate brown eyes hardening as the light went on he opened his big mouth too much. "Okay I sorta lied, ever since I spotted you in here two weeks ago after a morning run I make sure that I can get in here before you so I can sit with you while you have your morning coffee." He finally admitted giving a weak smile hoping not to get hit or anything - though at the moment any physical contact was good. "You've been coming here every day for two weeks now? You aren't sitting with me Gajeel, I know my eyesight isn't the greatest but I think I would see your hulking form in front of me." She chided not looking at him in the eye, she had a awkward look on her face like she was a bit nervous feeling, great he was making her feel uncomfortable. "You don't like it when I am near. . .you always yell at me and whenever I say anything nice you tell me I am a pervert." He said eyes downcast feeling a bit vulnerable right now. "Oh." "So I sit as close as I can and I just listen to you - it's not like I'm staring at you creepily. Sometimes you sing or read something aloud it makes me happy though not as happy as I am feeling right now." He admitted a slight blush rising to his cheeks feeling nervous. "How can you be happy just like this? I am unable to make any one happy Gajeel I'm quite useless." She said with a self-depreciating smirk. "Knowing that you are talking to me without yelling at me. . .to listen to me - to be even in the same breathing space as you is enough to make me happy for now. I know eventually you will see me for what I am and fall for me like I have fallen for you." "Gajeel?" "Huh, Doll-Face?" "Want to go on a mission with me?" She asked a bright smile playing on her lips, his heart slammed against his chest almost breaking his ribs. "For you I would walk off a cliff." He said nodding taking the sheet of paper that had listed a S-Class mission. "Well it will require some traveling, let's go tell Master about it." "Let me carry that bag for you." Gajeel said grabbing at the satchel that was full of books. "Calling me weak?" She queried smooth hands brushing over his as she took the bag away sidling it over her narrow shoulders. "Far from it!" "Can you get train tickets for the next trip to the Capital?" Dezerea asked, as he held the door open for her, long strands of red hair falling loose brushing against his bare arm, sending a shiver down his spine. "Of course." This was turning out to be a very interesting date. . .

| A Day At The Soup Kitchen |

Dezerea tied the faded white apron behind her narrow waist, securing it into a tiny bow. No one would expect her to be at a Soup Kitchen, in fact she was volunteering there doling out food to the less fortunate people in the town. She looked different than normal, not wearing clothes you would normally see on her curvy frame, all dressed modestly hair pulled back into a tight bun. In atonement she did some charity work at at village she stayed at for any amount of time, it was something that was just drilled into her head by her mother during the years that Erza was gone Dezerea learned that she was a vile child that needed to repent for making her twin sister get kidnapped. So it would be to the Soup Kitchen, to dole out food to the poor, read to the children at the orphanages, take care of the pets needing homes, cleaning homes for the elderly. Even though her family was dead and long gone only Erza remaining Dezerea felt the need to do the work still. She felt ill if she didn't - guilt wrapping around her heart but she didn't want people to know she did it they would praise her for it and she didn't deserve any praise for it. So she would dawn on a change of clothes, glasses, a nicer attitude all the kids loved to see her and would clamor over to her wanting her attention. Inside she cringed at the thought but the guilt that washed away made it bearable. It was dinner time at the Soup Kitchen, Dezerea had been there all day cooking though, her apron lightly covered with red sauce from the spaghetti she made. She was tired the charity work she did in Helios was a lot of teaching - teaching about humans and their ways. All the Okami and Kitsune were interested in how humans learned and worked shocked that they weren't that much different from them. Now it was all physical work, it was hot out today so stuck at the stove for most of the day was tiring, but she didn't let it show just sipping at a cup of coffee gently. "Are you ready?" A older man asked, the manager of the Soup Kitchen he was always pleased to see Dezerea come in. "I am." She said giving him a brief smile lifting the large pot that carried the sauce and meat while the old man grabbed the bowl carrying the pasta. Dezerea got into line along with the other servers who had various foods readied for the incoming crowd of people. She was the youngest person helping out at the Soup Kitchen, it was normal for her she had always been the youngest there so it never bothered her anymore. Giving everyone a kind smile she served all that came up to her spot everything was going fine until she heard that voice. The peppy blonde. . . "Dezerea is that you? Since when do you wear glasses? What are you doing here? For a mission?" Came the voice of Lucy, Dezerea stopped in spot freezing she thought she was disguised enough to be hidden from knowledge - plus what was this cheerleader doing here? "What are you doing here, Lucy?" Dezerea asked cocking a brown eye at her, looking suspiciously at her. "I don't have any money and Cana told me to go here. . ." She said looking around sheepishly, she was dressed in fancy new looking clothes while everyone here was dressed in torn down clothes that has been around for ages. "Perhaps if you didn't buy new clothes all the time?" Came a harsh reply from the waspish lady next to Dezerea. "Hana. . .no judging." Dezerea said softly, Lucy's eyes went wide thinking that reply would have come from Dezerea's mouth. "Here eat up, it's not the greatest but it's better than nothing." "Thanks. . ." Lucy said taking the food and walking to the corner looking at some children playing with some toys while their parents tried to get them to eat the food. Lucy offered to help with the dishes afterwards, the manager felt it fine allowing her to join Dezerea who was elbow deep in dirty dishes. She dried the dishes looking over at the red head, confused. "What is wrong Lucy?" Dezerea asked, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. "I didn't think this would be something you would do - do you do this often?" "Yes - well not always the Soup Kitchen but various charities. When Erza was taken away my parents tried to find many ways to punish me for what I did - to teach me humility they made me work for charities. Don't tell others about this - it's something I want to keep private they know what I do and all but I don't want the guild to know. They will just think I'm trying to stand apart from Erza." "Okay I won't say anything - so after all these years you still do it, that is kinda nice you know." "Yeah don't go destroying my imagine I'm only nice to these people when the glasses are on." She said pushing the glasses up her thin nose. "Your secret is safe with me."

#fairy tail #oc #in her sister's shadow #special stories

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