The Singer’s Secret Recipe: A Tale of ion and Pastries—Cherik Au. VIII

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Erik watches as Charles walks away, relieved that the baker isn’t in his personal space anymore. Erik places his hand on his chest, feeling his heart form a fast and steady rhythm while trying to calm himself. Having a hard time in doing so.

His mind fails to catch how his breathing has become quicker, in a rhythm that seemed panicked, something that his son, Peter, takes notice of.

"Dad~" Peter waves his hand in front of his father’s face, whom doesn’t react. "Dad!" Peter raises his voice slightly, now catching his father’s attention as Erik now looks at him, startled.

"Huh? What’s wrong!?" A hint of worry and disorientation evident in Erik’s expression. Peter then takes a bite of a cinnamon roll and sits the rest down back on its plate.

"I was going to ask you that. Are you good?" Peter asks, unintentionally causing Erik to fall silent as the latter calms himself. "Yeah, I’m fine." Erik’s answer catches Wanda’s attention. "That’s good, I was really worried about you dad."

Erik smiles as he thinks about how much his children cares for him. The idea of them worrying about him and protecting him both warms his heart and burns it, feeling terrible that they would feel like he needs protecting rather than being carefree like he wants them to be.

"Don’t worry. I’m fine." Erik sighs silently, having calmed himself down. Soon, he gets a text message.

Alex: "Tomorrow you have 3 songs to work on, Sean will pick you up so make sure that your ready. :^/ "

Erik sighs, annoyance clear in his expression as he rolls his eyes. Erik then glances at his children, seeing them on their phones as they eat.

Erik’s frown is replaced by a smile as he enjoys the moment that he is sharing with his children, proud to not be bothered to no end by his fans while he and his children are out, even if they aren’t currently talking to one another.

It's still a nice moment, one that Erik would rather not complain about. Although he could.

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After a while, Erik and his children rises up out of their seats, alerting the baker as he sets down a plate of peanut butter cookies onto a table, much to the delight of the small family seated at said table. The baker then hurries over to Erik.

"How was your pastries? Were they good?" Erik can’t tell if it’s just the fidgeting of the baker that puts him on edge or his own turmoil.

“Run. Run. RUN!”

Erik’s thoughts shouts at him; the baker stands in the same spot, waiting for Erik’s answer. Which Wanda decides to give one instead.

"Yeah, it was good. Also, are you the only one…?" Wanda asks, one of her brows raised and her left hand’s index finger moves up and down while pointing at the baker, causing him to have discomfort. "..Yeah, I’m the only one working here!" The baker answers, trying his best to smile and not show his discomfort with being pointed at.

Erik places his hand on Wanda’s shoulder, lightly pushing her towards the door. "Ok, it’s time to go." Just as Erik speaks, the baker eagerly moves closer. His breath blowing on Erik’s face as the baker stands on his tip toes, reaching Erik’s height.

"Again, I’m so sorry for what happened, I really didn’t mean to do that. It’s an in-"

"Instinct, I understand. It’s completely fine." Erik quickly replies, nudging both of his children towards the door whilst standing still. Erik’s breathing quickens without him noticing.

"Ok, thank you for eating at my bakery! I’m a huge fan of yours." The baker says just as Erik and his family leaves, his bright smile both glowing yet dimmed as he’s going through a spring field of emotions.

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Charles pov.

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-morning-

Charles flips the sign hanging on the bakery’s front window. A few customers soon pour in, ringing the three groups of chimes as the door continuously opens.

"Hello! Welcome to Xavier Sweets, what would you like to order?" Charles greets a customer as they walk up to the counter. The man takes off his glasses and sets them above his forehead, causing the glasses’ temples to hide into his hair.

Charles smile is as bright as the atmosphere of his bakery, making the customer soon want to put back on his sunglasses. He clears his throat, a smile, nonexistent on his face.

"I would like 5 cherry strudels to go please." The customer orders. Charles nods his head and turns around, heading to the kitchen.

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Two girls then enters the bakery, setting off the chimes as they walked in while having a conversation.

"But have you seen Erik Lehnsherr yesterday? He was so well dressed-" one girl says. "You know a star like him will always look his best, I’m more worried about his son." Both of the teens giggle as they walk to a table, sitting down.

"Did you know that they were here?" One of the girls asks, causing her friend to gasp, holding her hand up near her mouth. "What!? No! How do you know??" The blonde haired girl shrugs her shoulders. "My brother and his girlfriend were here a few hours ago, they said that Erik seemed uncomfortable here."

The girls' talking alerts Charles as he waits for the strudels. Their last words prompting him to panic.

“Oh no.”

Is all Charles’ thoughts could rationalize as he thinks back on yesterday. Worried about making his favorite singer feel bad; Charles then grabs his phone, unlocking it to send a text to the stranger that he’s growing fond of.

Charles: "I messed up, I messed up big time! ಥ_ಥ "

Charles then hits ‘send’, his hands shaking as he holds his phone with both of his hands.

"What have I done?? I shouldn’t have reached out at him. Of course he wouldn't be comfortable with being here."

Charles doesn’t notice his fast and heavy breathing until he hears a small ring sound from the counter.

“It’ll be done soon, just wait.”

His projection doesn’t go unnoticed as some of the customers hurried out of the bakery, fearful of the concept that a mutant is in the bakery.

"Why did I do that?" Charles questions himself as he places down his phone to grab the strudels. He places them into a box and brings them to the customer.

"Here you go sir, that’ll be $22.25 ." Charles says, his smile as bright as usual, but instead of it being to brighten the bakery, it’s to hide his tense feeling.

Charles gets the money from the man; Charles then hands the man his order, soon tending to the next customer in line while he waits to finally get off work.

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Raven’s pov.

Raven rushes into Emma’s office after getting an alert to head over immediately. Her nerves spiking as she thinks of the different possible reasons for such a message.

Emma: "Come to my office right now!"

Raven thinks of the message as she rushes out of the elevator, bumping into other workers throughout her journey.

“Why are there so many people here? Why won’t they move??”

The question makes itself known in her head as she rushes, once again bumping into someone which causes her to lose her disguise and reveal her blue scale-like skin along with her short slicked back ginger colored hair.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" the worker screams as they are frightened by the appearance of Raven, who is startled by the loud scream of the worker.

Fortunately for Raven, she sees Emma’s office door and rushes inside, hiding herself from anyone who were on their way over.

Raven releases a deep breath, one that she didn’t notice that she was holding, catching Emma and Tony’s attention.

"Raven, get Erik ready." Emma says, not wasting any time.

Raven then looks at Emma, soon glancing at the bearded man next to her as he eats his chips. Soon focusing on Emma again.

"For what?" Emma hears Raven ask, hearing how unstable her words are as she’s out of breath.

"You’re going to Wakanda. You, Erik, Alex and Tony are." Emma tells Raven whilst standing, leaning forward with her hands planted on the table. Her expression as sharp as the front of her heels.

Silence makes it’s presence known with the only thing interrupting being the heavy breathing of Raven in contrast to the light, normal breathing of both Emma and Tony.

"I’ll make sure to get him ready."

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