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"You're sitting too close Lix, you're going to get burned." You say softly as you gently push Felix with the back of the wooden spoon you're using.
"It smells so good though," He mumbles sheepishly as he scoots further down the kitchen counter.
After hours of hearing Felix screaming at his computer while you were working quietly trying to organize your spell ingredients in the kitchen, you decided to tell him that you'd make him a good luck potion so he could win. The kicker? There's no such thing as a good luck potion.
At least, not one that doesn't require you to delve into dark magic.
You rest the wooden spoon on the handle of the pot and turn to face the sink. You grab the cinnamon sticks, cloves, allspice berries, orange peels, and lemon peels and place them in the center of your cheesecloth before carefully tying it off with food-grade twine. You walk back to the simmering pot, press a quick peck onto Felix's cheek, and drop the cheesecloth into the pot. You can see the smile creeping up onto Felix's face from the corner of your eye.
"Are you sure this is a real potion?" Felix asks hesitantly, like he doesn't want to offend you.
You hate the idea of lying to him. But at the same time, you also need your piece of mind and this is a little white lie. No harm will actually be done.
You slot yourself between the gap between Felix's legs and cup his cheeks. You press a kiss into the bridge of his nose and both cheeks, making sure to cover most of his freckles. "Apples, cloves, allspice, oranges, ginger, and nutmeg for good luck. Maple, ginger, and nutmeg for success. Maple, cinnamon, cloves, oranges, ginger, and nutmeg for wealth and abundance. Cinnamon, allspice, and ginger for prosperity. And then orange for positive energy. The only thing in there that doesn't have any magical properties is the lemon. That's a potion, Lix."
"But it looks and smells like tea." He brushes the loose strand of hair out of your face.
"Well, it's closer to warm apple cider, but you're not wrong." You glance over to the pot and make sure it's not boiling. "I told you about kitchen witches, remember? For them, a bulk of their magic is done with cooking."
"I wouldn't mind if you wanted to explain all of the branches of magic to me again." He smirks as he places his hands on top of yours.
"That's because you like hearing me talk." You laugh.
"It's almost like your voice is a spell. Makes me fall in love with you all over again." He leans in and kisses you on the lips.
"Who knows? Maybe I'm part siren." You joke.
You pull away from Felix and return to the pot, certain it's done by the aroma filling the kitchen. You pick up the wooden spoon and stir the pot seven times counterclockwise, muttering some words begging for the fake potion to work under your breath.
"Felix, my love, can you get me some mugs please?" You ask as you turn off the fire and grab the ladle from beside the stove.
Felix giggles as he hops off the counter, grabs two cat-shaped mugs that he found when he was on tour, and brings them over to you. "Here you go,"
Felix stays behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulders as you ladle the "potion" into one of the mugs. You grab a cinnamon stick and toss it on the recently filled mug and set it to the side.
"It's hot," You warn as you feel Felix's arm start to move off of you.
Instead, Felix squeezes you tighter and nuzzles himself into the crook of your neck. You set the second cup next to the first one and place the ladle on the side of the pot. You turn around in Felix's arm and lace your fingers behind his neck.
"So, how does this work?" Felix whispers as he rests his forehead on yours.
"You drink the entire thing once it cools down, saying a quick intention, and then you go. But remember, you can only do this once every 30 days."
After a few minutes, the two of you take your respective mugs. You watch as Felix shuts his eyes like he's making a birth wish right before he starts drinking the faux potion. You quietly sip your own as he chugs it down. After a few seconds, he sets the now empty cup on the counter and lets out a sigh.
"How do you feel?" You ask slowly.
"Warm," He smiles.
"Good, that means it's working." You lie.
Felix kisses you on the cheek before running off to his computer. You work quietly as you pour what's left of the pot into a mason jar and let it cool down with the lid off. There are some shouts that come from the hobby room, but not as many as before. You move to the living room, still listening to Felix playing his game.
After twenty or so minutes of mindlessly flipping through a random magazine that was sitting on the coffee table, Felix comes running out of the room. You look up to see him with a huge grin, and bouncing on the tips of his toes.
"It worked!" He shouts excitedly.
A relaxed smile takes over your face as you place your nearly empty mug and magazine on the coffee table. "You won?"
"I even went up a rank!"
"See, I told you--ah!" You let out a loud laugh as Felix tackles you onto the couch. Felix peppers kisses all over your face as you laugh.
"Thank you," Breathes as he sits up slightly. "I know it was just hot apple cider, but thank you."
"There's gotta be some magic behind it. It worked, didn't it?" You partially confess, relieved that you don't have to lie to him much longer.
"Pretty sure just having you root for me is good luck enough."