New look, same great taste:
This was originally published under the title Icing on the Cake but that story was total trash. The basic plot is still the same, but this story is much more finessed, because, let's be honest, I had zero idea what I was doing. There's like a sub-plot and everything now.
I : The Persuasion
A/N- Trying to make an original fanfiction where there's only different shades of villains and a one-sided romance like …
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"My house in Budapest, my hidden treasure chest, golden grand piano, my beautiful Castillo, to you I'd leave it all." - George Ezra (Budapest)
Charlie burst in the door at exactly a quarter to six, and hung up his hat with gusto. Nearly tripping over himself in his haste to get to the kitchen, he exclaimed, "It sure is getting cold out there!"
"It's supposed to snow tomorrow," commented Mr. Bucket, glancing away from the weather report on the television. Charlie's whole face lit up. Snow was always magical, but it was particularly so when one had a thick coat on.
"Maybe I convince Mr. Wonka to go outside with me!" he said.
"Fat chance of that," said Grandpa George dourly. He looked as though he was about to say something else, but a polite knock at the door cut him off.
"Come in!" said the Bucket family, as one.
Wonka appeared appeared in the doorway, looking slightly anxious and out of place. He deposited his cane in the umbrella stand by the door.
"Mr. Wonka," Charlie began, setting out the dinner dishes, "would you like to go for a walk outside with me tomorrow? It's supposed to snow!"
Wonka looked quite torn. He did not like refusing Charlie anything, but the prospect of leaving his beloved factory for the city streets was rather terrifying. "Um…" he began, ringing his hands, "I'm so terribly busy tomorrow, perhaps another time…" He trailed off, looking frantically around the room as if trying to find another excuse hidden somewhere.
"But Mr. Wonka, you said this morning that you were going to be free tomorrow," Charlie protested. "And you haven't been out in positively ages!" He looking pleadingly at the chocolatier.
"Maybe...uh...sometime else…" Poor Willy looked exceptionally uncomfortable.
Charlie switched tactics. "You know how you asked me what I wanted for Christmas?"
Willy sensed where this was going and stepped closer to the door. "You said you didn't want anything."
"Yes, well, I want you to come with me tomorrow to look at all the window displays and see the snow!" exclaimed Charlie.
Willy sighed. "There will be so many people at this time of year…"
In the background Grandpa George muttered, "Wow, didn't see that one coming. People? In the city? At Christmas? Never would have guessed." He might have continued but Grandma Josephine slapped him.
Charlie resorted to sticking out his lower lip slightly and looking pleadingly up through his eyelashes at Willy.
"...alright." Willy gave in. Resisting that look was simply too hard.
Charlie beamed from ear to ear and pulled out a chair at the dinner table for his mentor.