ABCs

ABCs

"My Little Cocoa Bean" Series

Summary: 4-year-old Ben (AKA Bean) starts to learn his ABCs

C/W: None that I can think of, 100% tooth-rotting fluff

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Willy came home from the factory a little earlier than normal one winter day to hear you and Ben chattering excitedly in the study. Not wanting to interrupt, he quietly tiptoed his way to the door and leaned on the frame to take in the scene.

It was too cold to play outside, so you made the most of being stuck indoors. You and Ben were sitting on the rug in front of the fire, your backs to the door and surrounded by papers with a few large, handwritten letters. "Alright, Benny, let's go over these one more time before Papa gets home." Willy hid himself further behind the door frame so he didn't spoil their practice time.

"What letter is this?" You asked as you held up a paper.

Ben concentrated. After a brief pause, he confidently announced, "A."

"Very good! What sound does it make?"

"Aaaaaapple," he exaggerated. "Nood-uhl, nood-uhl, apple stood-uhl," he sang. "We go see her?"

"Maybe tomorrow. I'm sure she will love to hear about your progress. Now, what's this?" You held up Ben's favorite letter, never getting enough of the reaction it elicited.

"B is for buh-BEAN!!" Threw up his arms in excitement with such force that he rolled to his back and spotted Willy at the door. "Oh - hi, Papa! You look upside down," Ben giggled as he splayed out on the floor like a starfish.

You looked back to see Willy kneel down with a gleam in his eyes. "Huh, you look upside down, too, Bean. Let's fix that." But instead of helping the boy upright, he picked him up by the legs. "Oh no!" Willy gasped with fake alarm. "Bean is going to see the world upside down for the rest of his life." Now you were giggling, too. You were in love with an overgrown boy, apparently.

Ben laughed and laughed. "No, Papa, you hold me upside down!"

"Oh goodness gracious, my apologies, young sir." Willy flipped Ben upright and set him on his hip. "Is that better?"

"You silly, Papa. Do again!" Willy dipped him backward a couple more times before he sat down in the arm chair with Ben in his lap.

"Alright, back to business. Can you tell me what you learned today?" You handed Willy the sheets of letters.

"A is for aaaapple. B is for BEAN," he shouted.

"And Ben, and Benjamin, and Benny," you reminded. The boy had procured a number of names in his short four years.

"What letter is next, Bean?" Willy asked as he flipped to the next page. You had not yet covered the letter C, so you weren't sure how Ben would respond.

"Umm..." the boy looked at you tentatively. You shook your head at Willy, who tilted his head up in acknowledgment. He decided to continue on with the lesson himself.

"C is for cat! That was one of the first words Aunt Noodle taught me. Want to know what else starts with C? Chocolate!" Willy scooped Ben up with one arm and helped you up with the other. With his family in his arms, he started to waltz and spin around the study singing, "Only Wonka's makes your eyes pop out their sock-elets!"

After a few minutes of dancing, the whole family plopped down on the sofa to catch their breaths. Willy was sandwiched between the two of you, your head on one shoulder and Ben's on the other. He looked down at his two loves and breathed out a contented sigh before kissing Ben on the crown of his head. "You're doing great, Bean. I am very proud of you. Soon you will know how to put those letters together to spell words. I was FIVE TIMES your age before I learned, so you are way ahead of me."

Ben looked up at Willy with wide eyes. "Aunt Nood-uhl teach you?"

"Yes, and it was hard, but it was even harder to go through life without knowing how to read. Which is why I'm glad your mother is teaching you early." Now it was your turn for a kiss on the head.

"Papa, we go to lie-berry tomorrow?"

"Sure, Bean. We'll stop by on our way to the factory. Aunt Noodle said she has a book for you about animals. It even has tigers and giraffes! Two very important words to know how to spell..."

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MASTERLIST

ROXY'S MASTERLIST

All works are fictional and are solely for entertainment purposes.

Star Wars

Stretch Marks

Karaoke Headcanons

Wonka (2023)

My Little Cocoa Bean series

Willy Wonka and reader start a family of their own. "Bun in the Oven" was the start, and I've been writing around it since. These are written out of chronological order as ideas come to me. Ben/Bean's age noted in ().

Boxes (prequel)

Bun in the Oven - Part 1 (unborn)

Bun in the Oven - Part 2 (newborn)

Family Business (6 months)

Sniffles (2 years)

Boats and Babies (3 years)

Paper (3/17 years)

ABCs (4 years)

Little Sister (4 years)

Babysitter (5 years)

First Day of School (5 years)

Brownie (7 years)

Bottled Up (12 years)

Lily (15 years)

Timothée Chalamet

Wish

Chart (+ bonus)

Still Here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Still Here (Extra Scenes): +1, +2, +3

Collapse

Hold Me

Spicy

Can't

Stay With Me

Safe

Overheated

Misophonia

Late

Nap

Sweat

Roll With It

Bug

Like Father, Like Daughter

Most Meaningful Role

I Need You (Hal)

Weakness (Paul)

As long as I breathe (Paul)

Awful (Yule)

Trembling (Yule)

Pharmacy (Yule)

Anywhere (Lee)

Thunder (Lee)

On Edge (Lee)

Too Loud (Wonka)

On the House (Wonka)

Thanks to You (Laurie)

Not once did I think I would be this attracted to someone covered in chocolate

Idk if you’ve ever seen Marie Antoinette played by Kristen Dunst but there’s a scene in the film where Marie was gifted a puppy by the prince but before she could enter French soul she needed to leave everything she owned behind from her clothing to the puppy she was gifted and she’s pretty sad about but she’s reassured that that she’ll be given another puppy. Maybe reader misses the puppy she had before so Hal makes it a mission to get the puppy back for her.

Okay I’ve been sitting on this for awhile because I wanted it to be good! I hope you enjoy!

Marlowe

Warnings: fluffy fluff

An arranged marriage. It wasn’t something you’d ever imagined yourself enduring, but here you were; married to none other than the King of England, Henry V. 

He was nice enough. Definitely attractive, but you didn’t love him. He gave you a wedding, quite literally, fit for a queen. His entire court watched as he made vows to you and you to him. He kissed you, the first kiss you’d ever received and the first kiss you’d ever given. It made your knees buckle and he practically had to hold you up until it was over. There was no consummation, you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep with a man you didn’t love. He didn’t pressure you, not even when you asked if a separate chamber could be provided. 

“If you won’t love me, or accept my love, please accept my friendship in its place.” 

It was something you could attempt, but as the months went on, depression and a deep loneliness took over. You never left your chamber, not even to eat meals. Food was left at your door, and picked up when you were done. 

After a month of no contact, no words, he entered your room, knocking once then allowing himself in. He joined you at the window, where you spent your days and most nights; sitting, looking and remembering.

“What can I do to make you happy?” He put a hand on your dress covered knee. 

You looked out of the window into the distance, remembering your life at home, “I had a puppy.” 

“What was its name?” He asked quickly, seemingly interested in your story. It was the first sentence you uttered to him in the month you had been married to him.   

“Marlowe. She was small, golden. No one wanted her because she had a deformed ear, it bent slightly instead of standing straight up, but I took her and I loved her very much.” 

He looked at you, saddened by your words. You felt bad admitting your love for a dog when you couldn’t look him in the eye and say you loved him. Perhaps he was saddened by the same thought. 

He nodded, squeezing your knee lightly. 

“I am sorry, my liege,” you whispered as he stood, “I am sorry that I am not the wife that you deserve.”  

“Hal. Call me Hal.” He started towards the door then turned, “you are the wife that I want, and I will go to the ends of this earth to ensure your happiness. You may not love me and you may not want me, but I will spend my days proving to you that I am a man deserving of your love, and if you never love me, I will be your friend and ally until we are parted in death.” 

Speechless, you nodded. He offered you a small smile and left you in your chamber. 

The following day you ventured out, roaming the castle, to find that he was gone on “important business matters” as a few maids put it. You wanted to speak to him, to try and he his friend maybe even try to love him. He deserved it. 

He was gone for days, leaving you wondering and missing him. The words he left you with that afternoon in your room ran through your mind daily, hourly. 

You were in your usual spot when you heard the clopping of horses approach the castle and then you saw him, lifting his leg over his horse and jumping to the ground. You ran down the winding stair case, meeting Hal at the door. You threw your arms around him, not even attempting to hide your happiness at the sight of him. 

“I must say, this is quite an unexpected reaction, especially before you’ve received your gift,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you in return. 

“Gift?” 

Hal nodded, “one moment.” He turned on his heel, disappearing behind the front door for a few moments, returning with an arm full of fluff. Your eyes widened at the small bark and Hal beamed at you. “H-Hal, she looks just like Marlowe,” you said as he carefully transferred the puppy into your arms. “That’s because she is Marlowe.” You looked up at him, your eyes bouncing back and fourth between his. “Look at her ear.” Bent and the tip flopping onto her head while the other stood, perky and tall. 

You looked back up at him, tears filling your eyes. 

“I searched your village for days, looking for your family and your dog. I would have stayed weeks if it meant finding her for you.”

You placed Marlowe on the floor and wrapped your arms around Hals neck, hugging him tightly. His arms snaked around your back, holding you tightly and pressing you into him. “I just want you to be happy,” Hal whispered. 

Marlowe jumped and pawed at your dress as you stepped back to look into Hals eyes. He smiled at you as you inched your face close and pressed your lips lightly against his. His hand slid up the back of your dress and into your hair, holding you there, enjoying the slow deepening of the first kiss you’d offered him since your wedding day. 

“I am happy,” you told him when you he finally released you. 

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A little headcanon I have for Wonka 2023 is that when it was the first February/Valentine’s Day season where the shop and factory was open, the people of the town were convinced that Wonka’s chocolate had the ability to make you fall in love.

The amusing part of all of this is: Willy never made a chocolate that made people fall in love, people were just coincidentally eating or buying his chocolate when they met their future significant others.

He totally plays along though and tell people that certain chocolates in his shop have a love potion added to them just for the Valentine’s season.

It’s all a ruse, but Willy thinks it’s nice to give those who want to fall in love the hope for romance.

—Amy and Laurie, Little Women, (Greta Gerwig, 2019)