The Bakery Witch (Reinhardt X Reader PT 2)
Prompt: Magical universe AU where Character A is a witch who bakes tarts and miniature pies that do everything from soothing a childâs persistent cough, to helping boost a studentâs memory before a big test.
So i know i have stuff on here i need to do (The aesthetic thing and a few requests) but inspiration struck for this. Iâll try to get what i need to get done soon. In the mean time. I hope you all enjoy
Business was busy, the time youâd normally spent sleeping you spent baking out ideas for the tarts. Trying out different styles and berry combos to really win the councilmen over. You had ended up needing to call your part-timer Lucien in to cover the front while you worked tirelessly in the back. Napping for a few hours while you waited for things to cool before going right back to work. You paid him with money and with sweets since you were beginning to run out of room.
Cherry, Strawberry, Raspberry, Blueberry, blackberry.
The endless combinations were beginning to make you a little light headed.
One day just after the rush hour, you set the lemon tart youâd finished baking on a cooling tray. Needing to replace the one eaten during the lunch rush, you decided to quietly let Lucien know you were going shopping before slipping out the door and making your way to the local market.
Normally the smell of produce would make you smile but in this case, it was just beginning to make you a little light headed. You shook your head slightly and pushed on, brushing it off as a caffeine drop.
Scanning the area, you spotted some strawberries being sold by Mrs Macmillan when the light headed feeling got worse. You managed to stumble over to a nearby bench before needing to lay down.
You closed your eyes, feeling your vision begin to darken. Somehow managing to miss the call of your name.
When you opened your eyes a moment or so later, you had three or four people surrounding you. All of them looking worried. You could have sworn youâd passed out for longer than a moment.
âAre you alright dear?â Mrs Macmillan asked and you attempted to sit upâŠonly to have her hands gently but firmly push you back down âNo no, you are staying laying down. You look pale, have you eaten today?â
âIâm fine, really. Itâs probably just because I missed lunch. Really Iâm fineâ you tried to insist and the elder tutted
âYou need to be more careful! Eating is importantâ she said with a frown before she grabbed some money and gave it to her grand-son Timothy âGo and get this poor dear something to eat, Lucinda should still be sellingâ
You couldnât get a word in before he went running over to the Lucindaâs stand.
âReally Mrs Macmillan. Iâm alright, I just need to get my shopping done with so I can get back to workâ You said, knowing youâd said the wrong thing as she gave you a stern look
âNo, you are going to sit here and I am going to make sure you eat. Then you are going back to the bakery, packing up and going home. None of us want you getting sick deary so you are going to restâ She said, you knew better than to argue with the Grandmother voice she had and just nodded mutely âGood! Iâll make sure to send people to check up on you and help should you fall illâ
âThank you maâamâ You said quietly and she smiled, gently patting your hand
âYouâre welcome dear, now what did you need to get?â she asked and you silently handed your list over âYou stay right here and Iâll go and get these for youâ
Without another word, she got up and dismissed the other two people standing around before going and starting on your list.
Her grandson came back before she did and you managed to bribe him to share half of the bacon and cheese roll with him so she came back to you both with half a roll in each of your mouths. She just shook her head smiling and ushered her grandson back to his mother before giving you your finished lift and your shopping.
âI hope you feel better soon dear, donât forget to eat againâ she said patting your hand and you smiled at her
âIâll make sure I eat lunch next time, I promiseâ you said and she looked satisfied before sending you on your way.
You went back to the bakery, feeling better now that youâd eaten but you felt your lack of sleep catch up to you on your walk back. You really did need to go home and sleep.
âHey, welcome back. Got everything you wanted?â Lucien asked, looking over at you as he finished putting the cooled lemon tart on the display case. He was a young boy, still in high school but he wanted to become a pastry chef so that was why you let him help out. He had good talent as well so you know your bakery was being well taken care of when he was in charge and you were away.
âI did.â You said nodding then you flipped the sign to closed âIâm closing up early Lucien, Mrs Macmillan might just have my head if I donâtâ
âIâll start packing up then! Oh um that crusader dropped by while you were gone, told me to give this to youâ Lucien said grabbing a letter from the counter and handing it to you, you tucked in safely in with the shopping and smiled
âThank you Lucienâ you said and he nodded before starting to go about, shutting up shop. You went into the backroom and started doing the same, putting everything where it needed to go and giving Lucien his pay check and the latest tart experiment which he assured you his family was going to devour that night after dinner. You just laughed and sent him on his way.
After the front, kitchen, back and storeroom were all packed up. You headed home, bags in hand. It took you a little longer than normal to get home due to the bags but soon you were walking up the small stone path towards your front door. The smell of the flowers from the front garden causing you to relax.
You unlocked the door, went inside, shut it behind you and went and put your bags on the counter. Letting out a quiet groan of relief, which attracted the attention of the small sleeping ball of fluff in the corner.
âHello you sleepy little devilâ You said giving Beccaâs head a gentle pat, the small ginger and brown creature letting out a soft happy purr under your touch and you smiled.
âHello, you are home earlyâ you heard a sleepy voice in your mind say
âI know, Mrs Macmillan made me. I fainted at the market todayâ you told her and she sat up, rubbing her head on your hand concerned
âAre you alright?â she asked and you gently picked her up, carrying her in your arms towards your bedroom
âIâm alright, I just need a very long napâ You answered, placing her on her small bed and she gave one of your fingers a gentle lick before curling back up
âGoodâ was all she said before she went back to sleep.
You shook your head smiling, walking back into the kitchen and beginning to put everything away. Whispering a preserve spell under your breath, it made everything last longer than normal. A precaution in this case.
Once all of your shopping was packed away, you grabbed Reinhardtâs letter and went to your bedroom. Curling up on top of the sheets and simply pulling the heavy wool blanket you normally had at the foot of your bed over you, you opened up the letter and began to read.
It was personal in the way it was written in pen, in it he apologised for not visiting. His work making his home liveable again taking up most of his time, he admitted to having fallen into a few of the traps you had mentioned during his first visit and you felt a flash of worry until you read that he was unharmed by them.
The rest of was his personal thoughts about how the place had changed, how there was a different air to it now. How the air felt heavy and hard to move in sometimes and you made a small mental note to do another ghost cleanse when you got the chance to.
He continued to list what he was hoping would start after theyâd cleared the town out, farming, businesses, the water mill. He had so many plans.
You were amazed at the fact he was being allowed to do all of this without the councilâs approvement, maybe he had been sent in there to clean and disarm traps and the council wanted to do something different there?
You mulled it over for a few more moments before reading more of the letter.
More updates until it got to the end of the letter.
I do hope it was okay that I write this all to you, some of my friends that I brought with me do not share the sentiment that my home can be fixed and you seemed approving during our recent conversation. I do hope that you are well and are not working yourself to the bone.
I hope to see you soon, if not for some more of those red velvet cupcakes
While you were glad he trusted you to write this all down, you were also worried with some of what heâd written. The ghosts trapped in that town sometimes turned violent and you didnât want anything to happen because they disturbed something or someone that didnât want to be disturbed.
You let out a quiet sigh before tucking the letter into your drawer, getting comfortable in your bed before you closed your eyes. Making a mental promise you would go and do some night time ghost cleansing as soon as you felt magically up to it. You were determined about this.
One last thought made you smile before you slipped off to sleep
He liked the red velvet cupcakes.