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stardustbarbarians · 3 months

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Enchanted

A Daniel Wagner / Samuel Kiszka fic

Summary: Sometimes it takes some meddling to see what is right in front of you.

Tags: fluff, love spell au, very light angst, low-key funny

Words: 10.8 k

Author's Note: Happy (late) Valentine's Day!! I literally got the idea for this one the day of the holiday and proceeded to write this, thinking it would be at max like 2,000 words. So, yeah, this one kinda got away from me. Anyway, this is dedicated to @ofthecaravel for being more enthusiastic about this idea than I was (she also made the cover pic so everyone say thank you, Karou). Title taken from Enchanted by Taylor Swift. Please enjoy!! <3

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When Danny had the idea to go to the art fair near his house, he hadn’t thought he’d be walking away with an honest to god love potion. I mean, those aren’t real, right?? It’s all just made up for awful rom-coms and Disney movies. So, when that witchy woman had stopped him and gave it to him for free, he thought nothing of it.

He had been weaving through the various booths, eyes catching on all the colorful and sometimes gaudy wares these artists were trying to pedal. Some of them were honestly good, others were just clearly trying to make a quick buck. Danny bought a few things; a few jewelry pieces he thought were cute and a fresh squeezed lemonade.

“Danny?” a woman had spoken up, catching the drummer’s attention. He tensed up at being called out, hoping he wouldn’t be recognized but knowing it was always a possibility every time he left his house.

Schooling his features to be warm and inviting, Daniel turned on his heel to face the woman. She was what Danny could only describe as a “contemporary witch”, complete with long, black hair and a revealing yet classy black dress and a wide-brimmed black hat. Danny had to suppress his scoff at how on the nose she looked, glancing around her clearly witch-themed, yet populated, booth. But, it clearly worked to help sell her goods, so who was he to judge.

“Hey!” he responded, abandoning his wandering and making his way over to her. She smiled widely at him, her eyes lighting up as he approached.

“Oh, my god. My friends are never gonna believe me,” she rushed, her tattooed hands fluttering to her chest.

“How about we get a picture to prove it to them?” he offered, having gone through this enough times over the years to know that that was what most people were after when they spotted him.

She nodded, searching frantically for her phone. When she pulled it out from behind the register, Daniel noticed two things. One; her hands were shaking. Two; her lock screen was a picture of him and Sam posed together. It was a picture of them on stage, embracing and beaming at one another and - wow, is that really what he looks like when he smiles at Sam?

They took their picture, her asking for a hug from him which he happily gave her.

“So, what brings you over this way?” the woman - ironically named Greta - asked, leaning against the table she had set her register up on. Danny worried for a second as her long hair passed over a candle, only for him to realize it wasn’t real.

“Had a free afternoon to myself, thought I’d check the art fair out,” he answered honestly, a shrug of his shoulders tacked on at the end.

She nodded acceptingly. “Find anything interesting?”

Danny held up his fingers, wiggling them to show off the rings he purchased as well as shook his cup of lemonade in front of her, smiling. She laughed, her head tipping back a bit to show off a moth tattoo that rested under her clavicles.

“That’s all, huh? You must be pretty picky.” She looked him up and down, her eyes feeling strangely like they were able to see past his physical form. Danny blamed that on the witch-themed booth she ran.

Danny shrugged again. He didn’t think he was, but then again maybe he was.

“Here,” she blurted out, jumping up from her perch to brush past him to go deeper into her booth. Daniel watched as she stopped in front of a display of bowls that held vials of various shapes and sizes. Each one was sorted by color, some of them even seeming to glow which made Daniel do a double take. There was probably just a light fixed at the base of the bowl to give them that effect.

“On the house,” Greta chirped before tossing something at Daniel. He instinctively caught it, letting out a breath of relief that he had. When he got a proper look at it, Danny realized that she had thrown him a vial of baby pink liquid that had been sealed in a teardrop shaped glass vial. The top was a gradient into Barbie pink and formed to a point, sharp enough to probably kill a man. Daniel turned it over in his hand, the liquid sparkling in the light of the sun streaming in through an opening in the tent he was in.

“What is this?” he dumbly asked, already knowing what the hell it was.

“A love potion,” Greta flippantly answered. When Danny snapped his head up to look at the woman, he saw the mischievous glint in her eye that never reached her soft smile.

Daniel coughed on his own spit as he swallowed wrong. He covered it up by taking a few sips of his lemonade. He had no idea how to react to that.

“Uhh… that’s really kind of you, but I can’t take this.”

“Nonsense. I insist,” she pressed, waving off his concerns with a wave of her hand.

Daniel looked back and forth between the woman and the vial in his hand, weighing the pros and cons. Then he realized how ridiculous he was being. It was a kind gesture and love potions weren’t real.

He tucked the vial into his pocket of his jean jacket and smiled. “Thanks!”

“My pleasure,” she answered, that devilish gleam back in her eye as well as that feeling that she was seeing through him rather than at him, “and trust me, you will be thanking me later.”

That made Daniel chuckle a bit nervously. She was starting to creep him out a bit; time to make a quick exit.

“Right, well. Maybe I’ll see you at one of our upcoming shows!” Danny politely suggested, already backing out the way he had come in.

“Of course! Talk to you later!” Greta’s last sentence sent a shiver up Danny’s spine. It felt like a promise rather than a send off.

With one last quick smile, Danny got his ass out of there and trotted down the booths to get away. He definitely wanted to toss that so-called “love potion” away now. There was no telling what was actually in it. He’d just throw it into the next trash can he saw.

+++

Daniel did not toss it away. Instead, he forgot about it completely and left it in his jacket pocket. It stayed there for a month, silently waiting for the next time someone would wear that jacket and find it.

“Hey, Dan!” Danny was in his kitchen taking some ibuprofen for the headache he was fighting when he heard Sam call out for him.

With a big gulp and a gag he didn’t even try to suppress as he felt the pills catch on the side of his throat, Danny responded with a shout of his own. “Yeah?!”

“Can I borrow a jacket?! It’s cold as balls out and I don’t have one!”

Setting his empty glass of water in the sink, Daniel ran a hand through his curls. Sam had stopped over at Danny’s before the band’s scheduled studio time so the two of them could carpool.

“Yeah!” he shouted back. He went through a mental checklist to make sure he had everything he needed before he left, adding Sam to the bottom of that list.

“What the fuck is this in your pocket?!” Sam called out again, breaking through Danny’s concentration.

“I don’t know! I’m not over there!”

It was quiet again for a moment, Danny quickly going through his checklist again as he passed by his laundry room to grab some socks from the pile.

“Can I drink it?!”

Daniel, starting to get a little frustrated by Sam’s antics already, huffed out in exasperation.

“Go ahead!” he screamed harsher than he had meant to. But, really, how the hell was Daniel meant to know what the fuck Sam was talking about. It probably was a shot of fireball or something he never drank. And if Sam wanted to be tipsy while they recorded… Well, it wouldn’t be the first time.

“It tastes like bubblegum!” Sam excitedly exclaimed, his voice louder as Danny was just around the corner from where he was stationed by the front door.

“That’s great, buddy,” Daniel dismissed, walking past him briefly as he went to grab his sticks from the living room. Doing the pat down on his pockets to make sure he had his keys and wallet, Daniel finally rounded the corner to his front door only to see Sam sprawled out on the ground.

“Sam?” Danny cautiously asked, hoping Sam was just being theatrical over how long Danny was taking to leave.

But then he didn’t answer. Or move, for that matter.

“Sammy?!” Daniel was distraught now, tossing his sticks to the side as he kneeled down next to Sam to shake him.

He still wasn’t stirring, but at least his chest was moving. Daniel frantically searched for a pulse, lifting up his hand to check his wrist. That was when he spotted the nearly empty teardrop shaped vial in Sam’s hand and Danny’s heart sank even further.

“No no no no-” Danny chanted under his breath, pressing his fingers into Sam’s wrist. His heart rate slowed a bit when he was able to feel Sam’s pulse in his fingertips. He sighed deeply, feeling his shoulders sag in relief.

“C’mon, Sammy,” Danny implored, grabbing his friend by the shoulders and began to shake him. It wasn’t hard, but it was enough to make his head loll around his shoulders.

When that didn’t work, Danny bit his lip as his brow knit together. He had an idea, but he’d feel awful for going through with it. With another sigh, Daniel resigned himself to it.

“I’m sorry, Sam,” he murmured, pulling his right hand off the bassist’s shoulder. He reared it back and smacked it smartly against his friend’s cheek. Cringing at how loud the slap resounded in the echo-y chamber of his vestibule, Daniel smoothed his hand back over the pink mark blossoming on Sam’s face.

It worked, to Danny’s utter relief.

Sam’s eyes fluttered open as Daniel caressed his fingers across the angry outline of his hand, groaning as he lifted his hand to his forehead.

“What the hell happened?” Sam grumbled out, sitting up on his own. Danny sat back onto his heels, raking his eyes over Sam to check for any signs of danger.

“You drank the vial in my jacket and passed out, I guess,” Daniel tried to explain, the concern leaking through his tone. Sam still had yet to look at Danny, his eyes having shut once more as he sat fully upright.

Huffing out a laugh, Sam looked at the vial in his hand, a drop of that baby pink liquid slipping out of the opening and splattering onto the floor. He turned it over in his fingers a few times before he spoke again. “Hell of a rush.”

Daniel couldn’t help but snort, his worries easing significantly at the joke. Sam was going to be ok. Maybe a little groggy, but ok. That Greta girl should count herself lucky nothing worse had happened to Sam or else he’d bring down hell around her ears for hurting his best friend.

“Alright, Sam. Let’s get you up or else we’ll be late for studio time,” Danny grunted out as he hauled Sam up to his feet by his arm.

“Right, right,” Sam quietly answered, his hair flying out around him as he shook his head to presumably clear it.

And that was when Sam looked at Danny for the first time since he fell.

“I’m so fucking in love with you.”

+++

“Hey, guys, we might want to reschedule.”

“Yeah? And why is that?” Jake was the first one to look over at Daniel. And when he did, Danny watched as his entire body went rigid as his eyes flew wide open.

“Something wrong- oh my god.” That was Josh, this time. And just like Jake, Josh’s eyes got comically wide as he took in the sight of Danny and Sam.

And Daniel really couldn’t blame them. He’d have the same reaction if he saw his little brother clinging onto his best friend as if his life depended on it.

Sam had long since jumped into Danny’s arms, his arms and legs wrapped around Daniel as if he were a monkey and Daniel his favorite tree. He had refused to get down, Danny having tried to fight him in the parking lot before entering the studio to get him to walk on his own, but Sam was having none of it. Even on the drive over, Sam had tried to climb into Danny’s lap a few times all while gushing about how pretty he thought Danny was. He finally got Sam to stay in his seat after promising to hold his hand as he drove. But as soon as they stepped out of the car, it was no holds barred.

“What the hell is he doing?” Jake asked, his eyes still locked onto his baby brother’s strange behavior.

“I’m holding the love of my life!” Sam answered for Daniel. And if Daniel’s face wasn’t burning before, he was certain it was set ablaze by that. And the worst part was Daniel could tell Sam was using a genuine tone.

He watched the twins look between the two rhythm section members, their lips pursing as they took in the sight. Daniel wanted to hide his face in his hands, but they were currently holding his obnoxious best friend so he couldn’t.

“Oooooooooo-k. Umm, what the fuck is going on?” Josh had abandoned his station at his microphone, setting the equipment down on a chair to his left before he joined Jake at his side.

Danny sighed, his eyes closing in shame. He wanted to look everywhere else but at the twins and their calculating and bewildered gazes.

“You wouldn't believe me if I told you.” Daniel let out a squeak after he spoke, Sam surprising him with kisses he placed on the side of Danny’s neck where his head was nuzzled. He tried to pull away, but Sam just chased after him with his lips.

“Try us,” Josh answered, his arms crossing over his chest as his hip popped out. Jake was idly fiddling with his guitar, probably not even aware that he was playing at all, but his eyes never left Danny.

With a deep sigh, Daniel launched into the story of Greta and her stupid fucking love potion. While he was explaining, he knew his story sounded made up. I mean, for god’s sake, the titular character shared the name of their band. It just sounded like he was caught in a lie. The only thing he knew would work in his favor was the potion vial that he had the foresight of bringing with him.

It was a fight, but Daniel was able to wrangle Sam off of him and set his feet on the floor. However, the man still refused to let go of him completely. So Daniel had to live with Sam resting his head on his shoulder and wrapping his arms around Danny’s torso. With his hands finally free, Daniel was able to fish that vial out of his pocket and toss it over to the twins.

Josh caught it, Jake watching it sail over towards his twin with his eyes. Daniel watched as they inspected it, the baby pink liquid still shimmering in the light. He pointedly ignored Sam and his embarrassing antics. Or, at least he tried to. It was very hard when he kept peppering kisses all over Danny’s cheek and neck as he spoke sweet nothings into his ear. Danny felt shivers dance their way across his skin, his veins warming at all the contact and compliments. But he refused to indulge in them. Sam was not himself right now and he would be damned if he was going to take advantage of him. But, they still felt nice.

After a few seconds of turning over the evil liquid, Josh tossed it back over to Daniel.

“Alright,” Jake started, pulling the cord out of his guitar, “we believe you.”

“Really?” Danny was truly bewildered. He thought the twins were going to think it was some kind of stupid prank they were trying to pull on them. He was actually relieved they did.

“Yeah. We’ve never seen Sam act this way before. Plus he’s a dog shit actor,” Josh answered, a laugh escaping his lips after the last sentence. Danny had to agree; he’d seen the movies Josh had made where Sam was the lead. There weren’t that many.

“Oh, thank god. Because I need help.” Daniel’s tone was desperate, his hands trying to pull Sam’s off his waist. But every time he tried, Sam would just slide them back into place. He eventually gave up, huffing in resignation as Sam giggled in his ear. “Yeah, I’m gonna be honest with you on this one. I don’t know where we’ll even start,” Jake bluntly pointed out, placing his guitar on its stand.

“What if you two try to contact the people who organized the fair and see if you can find the woman who sold me the…” God help him, “...the potion.”

“Yeah, alright. What are you going to do?” Josh was already pulling out his phone, not looking at Danny as he spoke.

“I’m going to see if maybe she posted that picture and contact her that way,” Daniel explained, having to shove Sam’s hips away from his own in order to get his phone from his back pocket.

“Sounds like a plan. But how about we don’t do this here,” Jake posited, his eyes sliding over to where their producer and mixer were watching raptly as Sammy placed yet another series of kisses onto Danny.

They all agreed. They wanted to spare both men as much embarrassment as possible and also minimize the possibility of this leaking and sending the wrong message to their fan base.

Daniel offered up his house considering it was the closest.

“And I’ll drive lovebug here, too.” Danny hooked his thumb towards where Sammy’s face was pressed into the side of Danny’s, a dopey smile on his face as he nuzzled deeper into Danny.

“I don’t think you have a choice,” Josh so helpfully pointed out, trying poorly to suppress a laugh.

“Yeah, ha ha. Let’s go,” Daniel sharply ordered, trying once more to rip Sam’s arms off of him and failing.

“No, no, wait. Let us get one video for blackmail,” Jake quickly requested, already having his phone out and pointed at the two.

Danny, knowing that there was no way they’d relent, groaned and let Jake record his misery.

“Alright, Sammy. Tell us how you feel about Daniel,” Jake prompted, the laugh in his voice barely contained. The youngest perked up at the question, his smile getting brighter.

“Well, where do I even begin! There’s so much I feel about him,” Sam cooed, resting his chin against Danny’s shoulder as he spoke. Danny felt Sam’s hair slip off his own shoulder as Sam tilted his head to get a better look at Danny.

“Why don’t you start with the physical,” Josh, that bastard, piped up. Danny shot him a glare, Josh only responding with an “innocent” smile.

“Oh! That’s easy! He’s got these beautiful dark eyes that you can easily get lost in. They’re this gorgeous shade of amber brown that have this nice green in them that remind me of moss in the forest. Oh! And when they catch the light just right they’re so bright and I get butterflies. And speaking of butterflies, when he smiles at me I can’t help but feel like I’m going to pass out from how beautifully warm and overwhelming it is-”

“Alright,” Danny squeaked out, his voice cracking as his face began to heat up, “that’s enough.”

“No, no, we’re just getting to the good part. Sam, what else about Danny do you like?” Danny bared his teeth at Jake. He knew it was ineffective, what, with his face burning as bright as a stop light.

“Oh, his arms are really nice. I love it when he picks me up because then I can feel them flexing and it makes me all dizzy.” Sam’s voice was dripping in honey. It was so sweet it made Danny’s stomach ache.

“Really? And what about his freckles?”

“One of his best features, definitely. They get all dark and prominent in the summer when he gets more sun. He’s got 137 of them!”

“Alright that’s-”

“And what about Danny’s personality?”

“He’s the sweetest guy ever! I swear, he’s so sweet he gives me cavities. Like this one time, I was feeling really down in the dumps and then Danny went out of his way to get me a case of my favorite beer and made me laugh so hard I nearly pissed myself. He just knows me sooooo well. And also he takes care of Rose the best and he is always so gentle and loving with her… what isn’t there to love?”

“Ok, show’s over. We’re done here,” Daniel firmly decided, reaching out to yank Jake’s phone away from him and end the recording, holding it out of Jake’s reach as he tried to grab it back from him.

Danny tossed it back at him when he was done, watching the guitarist nearly fumble the device to the ground. He shot Danny a confused look at his shift in mood, but he didn’t respond. He simply held onto Sam’s arms as he turned the two of them around and made for the door.

As they walked to the car, Daniel pointedly did not think about the fact that Sam apparently just seemed to know how many freckles Danny had off the top of his head. Or how that made his heart flutter within his chest.

+++

The car ride back was considerably less dangerous than the drive over; Sam hadn’t tried to climb into Danny’s lap since he preemptively laced their fingers together. However, Sammy hadn’t stopped talking. And it wasn’t his usual babbling, no. It was much worse.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

“I love you.”

“I know.” The shock of it had worn off at the thirtieth time Sammy had confessed it to Danny, that first time making the drummer jump out of his skin. Now it was just getting annoying, like the beep of a smoke detector.

“You’re really hot,” Sam giggled, leaning his head across the consul and bumping it into Danny’s shoulder.

Danny just groaned, throwing his head into the headrest behind him and asking god what he did wrong to deserve this cruel and unusual punishment. It was one thing to toy with his destiny, it was another entirely to play around with his emotions.

“I hope we fucking crash,” he whined, the light turning green and taking his foot off the brake.

“I hope we fuck.”

Daniel felt his foot involuntarily slam down on the gas, forcing the both of them to jerk back in their seats as the engine loudly revved like an animal letting out a warning growl. Danny whipped his head over to Sam briefly, taking in his lashes batting flirtatiously and his wolfish grin. The driver felt his heart pounding in his chest, ripping his eyes away from his distracting passenger and forcing himself to look at the road.

“What?” he croaked out, not really wanting to hear it again but also wanting to know if he heard Sam right.

“You heard me,” was all Sam spoke in response, a dangerously flirtatious edge to his words that made Danny’s heart lurch in his chest.

“Just… Just keep those thoughts to yourself, ok?”

“Ok!” Sam cheerfully agreed, settling back down onto Danny’s shoulder. That was another thing about this that was driving Daniel slowly insane: Sam did almost everything Danny asked of him.

He was so, utterly fucked.

+++

“Ok, so Greta must be a popular name among artists or something because the fair organizer said there were about thirty booths registered under that name,” Jake explained after hanging up the phone. He tapped his pen on the pad of paper he’d been writing on idly, turned towards Danny’s spot on his couch. Sammy had tackled him onto it, curling up right against his chest like an oversized dog and refused to move.

“Did she give you the list of businesses, too?” Danny asked, having to crane his neck to look over at Jake.

“Yeah, and I was able to cross off a few of them already,” Jake answered, swiping away at his phone again.

“Nice work,” Danny praised, his eyes darting back to his phone. He and Josh had taken on scrolling through Danny’s instagram mentions in order to try and find the famed Greta. And, Jesus, people really loved tagging him in shit. They had been at it for hours and were still only finding posts from about two weeks ago.

“Is this her?” Josh hoisted his phone up into Danny’s field of view. Danny squinted as he analyzed the woman’s face.

“No,” he groaned, his frustration mounting as they had zero luck.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like Sam like this, it was just… It was too much. Yeah, maybe Danny had been dreaming about this exact scenario for years, but this wasn’t how he wanted to get it. He’d felt guilt slam into him with every touch Sam bestowed upon him as he remembered that Sam wasn’t in control of his actions. It was that stupid fucking potion that was making Sam all cuddly and cute; the normal Sam would never do that. The normal Sam wouldn’t repeatedly confess his love for Danny in a myriad of ways, or kiss his neck and cheeks, or cling to him every second of the day. No matter how badly Danny wanted it to be true, Sam just wasn’t in love with Danny like the drummer was in love with the bassist.

And that was the time that Sam decided to stir just enough to burrow deeper into his embrace with Daniel, grumbling something under his breath that was reminiscent of a cat purring. And just like it never happened, Sam fell back asleep again. Danny watched for a bit too long as Sam’s chest rose and fell with each even breath he took, his face held in a content smile as he dreamed away.

“Man, I haven’t seen him curled up with someone like that since we were kids,” Josh commented, taking a break from his endless scrolling to crack his neck and stretch. He had watched the whole thing, Sam’s stirring and Daniel’s flush creeping onto his face as he gazed down at the cozy bass player.

“What do you mean?” Danny had moved his own phone out of the way to properly look at Josh. The man had taken to sitting on the floor with his back against the couch that Sam and Danny were laying on.

“The last time he looked that content while sleeping was probably when he was about eight-ish; that was when he stopped taking naps with mom,” the singer explained, his eyes cast upwards as if searching the farthest reaches of his mind.

“What, are you calling me his mother?” Daniel felt his face pinch into one of disgust as he remembered what Sam had sprung on him during the ride over.

“No, what he’s saying is Sam has always liked to cuddle, but only feels comfortable doing it with certain people,” Jake clarified, not even bothering to look up from his notepad.

“Yeah, he’s never done that with us. And, now that I think about it, he’s never done that with his girlfriends, either. At least, from what I’ve seen, anyway,” Josh added, rambling just a tad at the end. He even brought his hand up to his chin as he thought, his fingers stroking the hair on it absently.

Daniel had no idea what to do with that particular bit of information, so he elected to shove it into his mental box labeled “The Sam Incident” to be ignored until further notice. It was starting to become alarmingly full.

He went back to his scrolling, his eyes beginning to burn with how long he’d been staring at the screen. He wasn’t aware that he’d taken to running his fingers through Sam’s hair and absently playing with it as he focused on finding the proverbial needle in a haystack.

Right when he was about to take a break and grab something to eat, he spotted her.

“AHA!” he exclaimed, bolting upright and rudely jolting Sam out of his peaceful slumber. The bassist even grumbled, rubbing at his eyes and shooting a grumpy look at his personal pillow for the violent awakening. Danny felt the sympathy ache in his chest for Sam, rubbing a soothing and apologetic hand over Sam’s arm. Though, with how frizzy and staticky his hair looked, Daniel had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at Sam.

“You found her?” the twins asked simultaneously, Danny feeling briefly like he was in The Shining as they both gave him the same expression as he looked between them.

Daniel nodded his head, turning his phone around to show the others. Sam took the opportunity to sleepily and unceremoniously flop himself down against the drummer’s chest face first, wrapping his arms around his waist. Danny instinctively placed his hand onto his back to steady him, rubbing it as Sam mumbled something into his chest that Danny could not understand.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Jake, ever the impatient one, urged Daniel. He pushed away from the table he was stationed at, making his way over to lean over the back of the couch to watch the drummer’s screen.

danielrwagner: Hey, so uhhh

danielrwagner: This is going to be a strange question but

danielrwagner: Are you the woman who gave me a vial at an art show a month or so back?

Daniel had set his phone down onto the couch, figuring he’d have to wait a while for a response - if he ever got one, that is. What he didn’t expect was for his phone to buzz almost immediately afterwards.

StarshineGreta: Hi Danny!

StarshineGreta: Yes, that was me

StarshineGreta: Why did someone drink it?

danielrwagner: Yeah

StarshineGreta: Who was it?

Daniel swallowed nervously, glancing down at Sammy who was still wedged into his chest and showing no signs that he was moving anytime soon.

danielrwagner: …Sam

Call from StarshineGreta

“Guys, what should I do?” Daniel panicked, his heart rate kicking up in speed inside his chest as his ringtone started to cheerfully chirp in his hand. He frantically looked back and forth between the twins, looking for their help.

“Answer it!” Josh screeched, his thunderous voice that Daniel normally heard echoing through stadium speakers just as loud and commanding in his living room.

With a nervous bite of his lip, Danny did as he was told.

“Hey, Greta. Just so you know, you're on speaker with… with the whole band,” Daniel greeted, making sure to give her the courtesy of knowing that everyone could hear her. But, it seemed that she didn’t even register what he had said. Instead, she launched right into it.

“Alright, how long ago did he drink it and what are his symptoms?” Her voice was nearly clinical if it weren’t for the clear enthusiasm dripping off her words.

“He drank it at about ten this morning-”

“And he’s acting like a lovesick puppy and won’t leave Daniel alone,” Josh interjected, leaning over so that he was closer to the phone to be heard. Though that wasn’t really necessary since the man had shouted, anyway.

“Yeah, Sam won’t stop touching and cuddling him and if he tells him to quit it he gets all mopey and sad,” Jake added, flashing Danny a grin that Daniel merely glared at. She really didn’t need to know all that.

The beat of silence that followed made Danny’s nerves spike into the stratosphere. What he didn’t know was that Greta had merely muted her own mic so that she could laugh as boisterously as she wanted to without being heard.

“Interesting. And how much did he drink?”

“Pretty much the whole thing. There’s about an eighth or so left in the bottle, I’d guess,” Daniel informed, feeling as if the vial in his pocket got heavier as he thought about it.

“Wow. Ok, wow. No wonder he’s so clingy,” Greta replied, her surprise seeping into her tone.

“I wouldn’t call him that-”

“Dan. Try standing up.”

Giving Jake a disgruntled look, Daniel tried exactly as suggested. As he did, Sam’s arms tightened around Sam and pulled him back down towards him. “Nooooooooo,” he had whined out in protest, his brow knitting together in a grumpy frown once more as he looked up at Danny through his lashes.

“No,” he said again, this time more firm and accented by Sam’s grip readjusting around Danny’s ribs to pull himself even tighter against Danny’s chest.

When Daniel looked over at the younger twin, he was met with a small yet smug smile of victory.

“Shut up,” he lamely shot back, wanting to cross his arms over his chest but being prevented by a certain bass player. Instead, he just settled his free arm back onto Sam’s back right below where his hair stopped in the middle of his spine.

“Is it a problem that he drank so much?” Josh asked, completely ignoring the exchange that happened between Jake and Daniel.

“Not really, no. The effects will just be stronger than if he had just drank the recommended amount,” Greta explained.

“Will it last longer?” Daniel quickly interjected, the horrifying thought of having to deal with Sam acting like this for a month causing panic to lance through his heart.

“I don’t think so. Maybe a few extra hours, but it should be worn off by tomorrow evening.”

“And how come your potion actually works? Like, why isn’t yours bullshit like the other ‘love potions’ out there?” Jake so delicately questioned.

“Normally, most of mine are but… well…” Daniel did not like how her tone shifted from confident to apprehensive, “I won’t sugar coat it. The potions I make are meant to amplify what emotions are already inside someone. They can’t manufacture love or hate or happiness if they don’t already exist in the person who drank it.”

After she finished her explanation, the room went silent. Daniel felt as if his mind was beginning to overheat inside his skull as he tried to process the information she had just dropped onto them.

“I don’t get it,” Daniel croaked out, feeling as if his mind was halting all function as he stared blankly down at his phone.

“Do you have that potion on you?” Greta’s voice wasn’t scheming, per say, but it was clear she had a plan.

Daniel dug into his front pocket, fishing out the aforementioned vial. He held it up into the air, looking at it and wondering how something so unassuming could flip his world on its axis.

Before the drummer could even respond to Greta, Jake had swiped it out of his hand so quickly Danny could only blink dumbly at the man.

“Josh!” he called before tossing it towards the man.

“Wait-” was all Daniel could get out before the singer had uncapped the vial and tossed it back like it was a shot.

“Ooh, bubblegum flavored,” Josh cooed after he swallowed, flipping the vial in his hand after he replaced the cap.

Daniel just sat frozen in place. Great, now he was going to have to deal with two Kiszkas attached to his hip at all times and he wasn’t going to be able to do anything-

“How ya feeling, Josh?” Jake had asked in a voice reminiscent of a gameshow host from the 70s.

“Honestly, Jake, I feel no different. Daniel, I love you, man, but not like that,” Josh answered, pointing at his little brother curled up into Danny’s chest like an overgrown cat to prove his point.

“So, that means…” Jake prompted, holding out his hand as if to cue Daniel to understand. It didn’t work.

“I still don’t get it. And now I’ll have two of you on top of me-”

“Oh my god,” Josh impatiently groaned, tossing his head back in frustration as he scrubbed a hand down his face.

“Jesus, you’re dumb, Dan,” Jake added, exasperation of his own causing him to pinch the bridge of his nose as he shook his head.

“I’m sure he’ll figure it out eventually,” Greta optimistically offered, her voice cutting through the groaning from the twins.

“But, wait, what should I do? Is there anything I can do to help Sam? Or, like, cure him?” Danny inquired, electing to ignore the twins and their antics.

“You’re just going to have to wait it out,” Greta answered, her voice not even remotely sympathetic to Danny’s plight.

“Thanks for the insight, Greta.” Jake leaned in towards the phone again, giving it a two fingered salute.

“Yeah, and thank you for the free blackmail!” Josh was smiling as he waved at the phone, his tone chipper and not at all matching the devious words he spoke.

“Any time, boys!”

And with that, the call had ended.

“Well, we best get going,” Josh sighed as he got to his feet, stretching his arms over his head.

“Yep. Seems like you and Sam need some time to yourselves.” Jake had playfully nudged his baby brother on the shoulder with his hand, Sam only responding with a half-hearted grunt of annoyance at being jostled.

“Wait, hold on-”

“Goodbye, lovebirds!”

With a slam of the door that carried with it a sense of finality, Daniel was left alone with a love-drugged Sam. In his house. Alone.

“I thought they’d never leave,” Sam yawned, mimicking his older brother from earlier as he stretched his arms above his head, his face pinching together as he did so. Daniel pointedly did not look at the sliver of tan skin the bassist exposed above his waistband as he stretched, a playful teasing of his happy trail poking out briefly.

“Uh, what?”

“The twins! I thought they wouldn’t take the hint,” Sam playfully implied, his hands tracing up from their perch on Daniel’s stomach to his pecs. And that was when he realized that Sammy was straddling his hips and looming above him with a look in his eye and a smirk on his lips that was anything but innocent.

Danny was stuck in his position on the couch, feeling like those butterflies they displayed in glass with those pins that pierced through their wings stabbing through his own limbs. He felt frozen, caught between his own animalistic desire and his morality; the angel and devil on his shoulders waging a war.

“Are you hungry?” Daniel squeaked out, his voice breaking as he shoved Sam off of him and bolted off the couch. He felt like his face was on fire as the rest of his skin prickled with its own heat. He stood himself on the opposite side of the room, all but pressing his back to the wall. He didn’t care what that witch or the twins said; Sammy would never do that.

He’s not himself.

Once Sam recovered from Danny tossing him into the couch, Sam turned those sultry eyes back onto the drummer. “Yeah. For you.”

Daniel gulped. Sam’s voice had purred out of his lips, matching the very clear bedroom eyes he was shooting Daniel. And Danny was not liking how his body was reacting to that.

“I’ll order sushi,” Daniel quickly stated before bolting out of the room and away from Sam as fast as he could.

+++

Dinner was an ordeal. Daniel had to essentially manipulate Sammy into eating, which made him feel like garbage. But, he tried to reassure himself by saying it was for Sam’s own good. And if Danny had to use his powers of suggestion over Sam to do it, then it was just a means to an end. To be fair, it wasn’t like he was forcing Sam to do something like make out with Danny or anything like that. It was just getting him to eat his goddamn sushi.

It also didn’t help that Sam had scooched his chair right up beside Danny’s and would move closer to him each time Danny had tried to move away. And then Sam had tried to feed Danny his food. Which was… an experience.

“C’moooooooooon Danny! It’ll be cute like Lady and the Tramp!” Sam whined, waving his chopsticks in the air.

Daniel, knowing his willpower against Sam was weakening, relented. He huffed out a “fine” and half-heartedly opened his mouth. Sam squealed excitedly before gently picking up a roll with his chopsticks and placing it between Danny’s lips. Daniel figured the pain of Sam’s nagging was worth the pleasure of seeing his brilliantly excited smile as Daniel chewed his sushi.

“Ok, ok, now me!” Sam exclaimed, setting down his chopsticks before opening his mouth wide and sticking out his tongue like he was about to get his tonsils checked.

With an exasperated yet fond sigh, Daniel selected a sushi roll and brought it up to Sam, cupping a hand underneath it to catch it if it fell. As he placed the sushi on Sam’s tongue, Daniel made the mistake of looking his friend in the eyes. When he did, his breath hitched inside his throat. Daniel could feel as the air around them crackled with a charged energy that sparked to life as their gazes met. And Daniel felt himself unable to tear his eyes away from Sam as he slowly pulled his chopsticks away.

When Sam slipped the food into his mouth and began to chew, that was when Daniel was able to look away.

That was a few hours ago. The two of them were once again cuddled up on Danny’s couch, Sam trying his absolute best to get every part of his body touching every part of Daniel’s. They had thrown on a crime procedural show; Bones or Law & Order, Daniel didn’t know. He was far too distracted by how Sam kept attempting to get Danny to kiss him or let him blow him or an assortment of other things that made his face glow bright red.

He’s not in his right mind, Daniel had to keep reminding himself. And he would not break to love-drugged Sam no matter how many times he would flash Danny those puppy eyes that would normally make him fold like a house of cards under a slight breeze.

“Daaaaaaaanyyyyyyyyyy,” Sam sang, wiggling himself onto Danny’s lap in order to plant himself right in front of Daniel’s field of view. He would no longer be ignored, despite the fact that Sam had always had Danny’s full attention; he just was acting as though he hadn’t.

“Sam, I’m trying to watch this,” Daniel weakly protested. He had no idea what the plot of the episode was, much less the actual name of the show.

“Watch me instead,” Sam whined, his shoulders slouching as he theatrically threw his head back in frustration, “you’ve been ignoring me all day.”

“That’s not true-”

“It’s like you don’t love me.” And that was what finally caused Daniel to break his facade. He looked Sam right in the eyes, taking in the pout of his lips and the dejected nature of his eyes. Daniel isn’t ashamed to admit that he felt his chest ache at the sight. There was genuine heartbreak in Sammy’s eyes that did nothing to quell the guilt that had been thrumming through Daniel’s veins all day.

Sam could not have been further from the truth, really. Daniel did love Sam. Like, embarrassingly so. He felt it swelling in his chest every second that he spent with Sam, even when he wasn’t with him. Actually, that was when he felt it the most, when Sam wasn’t with him. Those were the moments when he found himself wishing for the man to be near, feeling his heart long for his calming and wonderful presence.

But, he knew Sam didn’t feel that way about Daniel. Danny knew Sam the best out of everyone on earth; he’d be able to tell who Sam was in love with. It wasn’t Daniel.

“That-That’s not…” Danny didn’t know how to answer that. He really didn’t. He had no idea if Sam would remember anything from this after the potion wore off. He really did not want to risk the most precious thing in his life.

Instead, Daniel just gently lowered Sam’s head down into the crook of his neck, wrapping his arms around Sam in order to pull him as tightly against his chest as he could. If he couldn’t say it, he’d show it.

Sam calmed down after that, apparently perfectly content to just exist inside of Danny’s personal space. It wasn’t long after that Daniel felt drowsiness creep up on him. Despite not doing much moving around considering the human ball and chain known as Samuel Kiszka was attached to him all day prevented that, he was still exhausted. Emotionally, that is. Who knew having the love of your life falsely confessing his love for you would be so draining? Danny sure didn’t.

“Alright,” Danny yawned, reaching for the remote to turn off the tv, “time for bed.”

“Carry me,” Sam murmured, already half asleep against Danny.

“Sam…” Daniel protested with a sigh, knowing that he was going to anyway but hoping Sam would change his mind.

“Please, baby,” the bassist whined, moving his head so that one eye poked out from his curtain of hair to give Danny that wretched Puppy Look.

Like the whipped man that he was, Danny just sighed as his shoulders sagged in defeat. After shuffling around Sam’s limbs to better fit around Danny as he stood, Daniel walked the two of them up to his bedroom. Danny decidedly did not think about what this would look like to an outsider.

“When did you get so heavy,” Danny grunted halfway up the stairs.

“It’s not nice to comment on a lady’s weight,” Sam shot back, his face still completely nuzzled into Danny’s neck. The breath of his words made Daniel have to suppress a shiver.

“Oh, I didn’t know I was talking to a lady.”

Sam giggled, the vibrant and gorgeous sound making Danny’s heart soar.

Jesus, he was so doomed.

+++

It had taken some master level bargaining on Daniel’s part, but he was able to convince Sam to leave him alone long enough so that they could each finish their nighttime routines. Daniel had just loaned Sam a pair of his sleep shorts and a shirt to use as pajamas; the shorts were just a bit too big on Sam and caused the waistband to sit dangerously low on his hips. Daniel found himself having to force his eyes to focus on anything other than that sliver of skin on Sam’s abdomen, which was an incredibly hard task.

Daniel was far from surprised when Sam had climbed into the bed next to him and proceeded to wrap all of his limbs around Danny. It was like the man had managed to find the exact places where he would fit perfectly against Danny like he was meant to be there. Frankly, it was driving Daniel mad.

“Don’t I get a kiss goodnight?” Sam hummed directly into the drummer’s ear, able to feel the vibrations in his best friend’s chest that was pressed into his side.

The question made Danny sigh. He knew what would happen if he said no.

“You’re going to keep going until I snap or give in, won’t you?” Daniel addressed the ceiling, unsure if he was speaking to Sam or god at this point.

“Yep,” Sam replied, popping the P in the word. Daniel could hear the mischievous smile in his words.

Now, it was just a matter of weighing Daniel’s conscience against his desire to get some goddamn rest. And, well, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to kiss Sam. But, once again, not like this. But… well, it wasn’t like they hadn’t kissed before. It happened a few years ago when they were both drunk; the both of them had laughed it off afterwards, but neither of them spoke of it again. Danny was sure that if he had explained to Sam that he was only doing it to get him to relent so that he could sleep, Sam would understand. Hell, this would be far from the first time Danny had done something Sam had asked of him to get him to shut up so he could sleep.

“Fine,” Daniel had begrudgingly agreed, the word sighed out. But, before he could tell Sam that he was only going to get a quick peck and nothing else, Sam had pounced.

Danny’s cries of protest had been drowned out by the press of Sam’s unfairly soft lips, his facial hair not an unpleasant bristle against his skin. But, no matter how good it felt, Danny couldn’t allow this to continue. There was just one small problem: Sam had managed to snake his hands from where they had wrapped around Danny’s torso to his head. He felt those lithe fingers weave their way into his curls, locking him in place like a boa constrictor did with their prey. No matter how… how hot that was, Daniel was the one in his right mind. He was the one responsible for his own action, so that meant he had to… to… oh, dear lord, Sam’s tongue was soft; feeling like the finest velvet money could buy. It beckoned Daniel’s own tongue, gently pleading with it to slip inside Sam’s mouth. And, truly, who was Danny to argue? And, god forgive him, Sam’s mouth was so warm and inviting, it should be a sin.

Daniel blames his fixation on Sam’s mouth for the reason he failed to notice just how long their kiss had lasted. What finally broke him out of his trance was when Sam’s thigh slipped its way between Daniel’s own, brushing against his interested dick and pulling a surprised yelp from his lips.

Fighting against Sam’s, admittedly strong, grip on his hair, Daniel pulled away from Sam. He made sure to physically push away Sam’s thigh from its spot between Danny’s legs, knowing that should have been his first act. He was out of breath; another indicator for just how he had failed to be responsible. And looking into Sam’s confused and hurt eyes did nothing to help the guilt mushrooming within his chest.

“You’ll thank me later,” Daniel explained, even sounding out of breath as he tried to put as much distance between himself and Sam as the love-drugged man would allow. Or you’ll hate me later.

“But what about here and now?” Sam whined, closing the precious distance Danny had built up.

“You got what you wanted-” and fucking then some, “-just go to sleep.”

“Daaaaaaaan-”

“Go to sleep, Sam.” Daniel snapped, immediately regretting his tone as soon as he saw the genuine hurt in those amber eyes.

With a scowl, Sam settled down into the sheets. What hurt the most, though, was when Sam had retracted all of his limbs from where they intertwined with Daniel’s, flipping on his side to face away from his best friend. Despite having wished for it all day, Danny had no idea it would hurt so fucking much.

Even though he wanted to so fucking badly, Daniel did not reconcile the situation. It was for the best, he had to tell himself. This way, Daniel would be able to actually sleep and Sam wouldn’t be as weirded out towards Danny when he inevitably snapped out of this spell.

It was for the best.

Then why does it feel so wrong?

+++

Daniel had gotten no sleep.

Despite how much he tried, it seemed that every time he closed his eyes he was met by the image of Sammy’s disappointed face. He knew, deep down, that it was the right thing for him to do, to push Sam away like that. But that really was a thin comfort when the hurt in Sam’s eyes before he disentangled himself from Danny was still playing on loop in his head. Isn’t that what he had been trying to avoid this whole time? Hurting Sam? And, somehow, he had managed to do just that. It was frustrating and exhausting and Danny just wanted to get some fucking sleep.

Through the night, however, Sam had managed to intertwine himself once more with Danny. It felt like a hollow victory. And when he eventually, slowly, woke up, Sam had seemed to be completely over their spat from the night prior.

He had simply stretched his arms over his head, his hair a mess of tangles and static, and asked Daniel about breakfast. How Danny had wished that he could just brush off what happened the night prior.

The rest of the day had happened much like the day before; Sam refusing to let Danny stray too far from his touch. It had been inconvenient as Danny tried to go about his day with another person attached to him at the hip. However, he was able to adapt by lunch time. Sammy was still whispering things in his ear that made his blood simmer in his veins and did nothing to suppress his guilt at what images and scenarios his brain supplied him with.

Daniel had resigned himself to the fact that his day now would revolve around Sam entirely. He had wanted to go to the grocery store to restock his fridge that was becoming barren, but he knew there was the possibility that someone would recognize the two of them and their… compromising position.

So, instead of going out and being productive like he had wanted to, he sequestered the two of them to his house. They settled on a Harry Potter marathon, Daniel once again unable to focus on the screen whatsoever with Sam pawing at him continuously. Daniel had ordered food and plopped the two of them on the couch.

By the fourth movie, Sam had fallen asleep in Danny’s lap. Daniel, now with those doe eyes off of him, felt that he was finally able to end his guise of watching the screen. It had reached the late afternoon, that golden light sun streaming in through the windows of his living room and highlighting the lazy dust mites floating in the air. Most devastatingly, however, was how that sun had focused on Sammy’s profile. The man looked angelic, ethereal in a way that should not be feasible for a mortal. His hair glowed a golden hue, making it look like a halo was crowned onto his head. It made Danny’s heart ache within his chest.

Daniel had been so distracted by how gorgeous his best friend looked that he failed to really notice that Sammy was beginning to wake up.

“Daniel?” Sam’s voice was gravelly again. Danny felt his eyes focus on Sam’s, snapping him back into his own mind.

“Sam?”

“Wh… What happened?” Sam had lifted himself off of Danny’s chest, sliding a hand from where it rested on the small of Danny’s back to grab at his head. He blinked rapidly, sweeping his eyes around the room as if it was foreign to him with a grimace on his face.

“How much do you remember?”

There was a pause before Sam responded, his eyes sliding their focus in on Danny’s. “Remember? Dan, I’m not missing any time.”

And if that didn’t make Daniel’s blood run cold.

“So… So…” Danny couldn’t spit it out. No matter how much he wanted to, he just couldn’t say that Sam knew everything. That would make it real.

“So… what happened?” Sam prompted again, seeming to be more lucid with each passing second.

Danny involuntarily gulped, feeling a cold sweat breaking out across his skin. Why was he so nervous? It wasn’t that hard to say what happened; he already told the twins. So why the hell was it so difficult to look Sam in the eye.

“You… You remember that vial from my jacket that you drank?”

“Mhm, tasted like bubblegum.”

“...Yeah. Well, that uhh…”

Oh, for fucks sake! Just say it!

“It was a love potion,” Daniel rushed out, the words all mushing together to sound like one long word.

Another beat of silence passed between the two, Sam staring down at Daniel from his perch in his lap and Daniel looking everywhere he could that wasn’t Sam’s eyes. He really wished Sam would move, it would at least help the raging blush on his cheeks. At least slightly.

“Oh, sick!!”

Finally, Daniel looked Sam in the eye. Of all the ways he had forecasted that Sam would react to that information, enthusiasm and whimsy was not even on the list. He had expected Sam to get awkward, to politely remove himself from Danny’s touch and make an exit as quickly as possible. He had far from expected Sam to link his hands behind Danny’s neck and eagerly inquire about the potion.

“Dude, that’s so cool! You know what this means, don’t you??”

“...No?”

“Magic is real! And we just proved it!!” Sam’s smile was huge, bright enough to outshine the sun.

“Sam-”

“So, like, how does it actually work? Like, I remember that conversation we had with the witch about it only affecting those who already are in love, or whatever, but did she say the actual mechanics of how it worked? Like, is there a special ingredient that it needs to work?” Sam reminded Danny of a puppy in that moment. His eyes were bright and full of enthusiasm, his entire body buzzing with an energy that made it impossible for him to sit still.

This time, it was Daniel who failed to give a timely response. His mind was too busy reeling over what Sam had glossed over during his rambling to properly process the man’s question. Realizing that the reason Sam was looking at him so expectantly was due to him waiting on the drummer, Danny shook his head to force it to work.

“H-Hold on,” he began, taking a hand that had rested on Sam’s waist and bringing it up to his forehead, “you… you remember that conversation?? You were asleep!!”

Danny hadn’t meant for his voice to come out like a screech, however he was just so damn confused that he really couldn’t focus the brain power on proper speech etiquette.

“What?” Now it was Sam’s turn to knit his brow in confusion. “Oh, yeah! No, I was just faking it. It’s an old trick I pull out sometimes to get out of work; I started doing it so that Jake, Josh, and Ronnie were stuck doing chores instead of me.”

Daniel felt like he was losing his mind. How was Sam so goddamn chipper about this??

“Ok. Ok. Oh my god.” Daniel forced himself to take a breath. It felt as if his entire world was crumbling beneath his feet and his brain was struggling to keep up with the rapidly shifting terrain.

“So, you remember that whole conversation.” It wasn’t a question, though Danny had intended it to be.

“Yep!” Danny felt a piece of his soul die at the chipper tone Sam used. He elected to ignore it.

“And… that means you understand how it actually works…”

“Apparently better than you did, Danny Boy,” Sam snarked, a playful grin that bordered on flirtatious spreading across his lips.

Danny could only stare incredulously at Sam.

“And you’re ok with it??”

“...Yeah,” Sam answered slowly, “I already knew I was in love with you.”

And that, right there, was how Daniel Wagner died. In retrospect, he had a good go of it. He was able to follow his dreams, be a rockstar. If he had to pick one, he’d say his one regret in life was ever befriending Samuel fucking Kiszka. It would have saved his life, after all.

“Danny?”

Sammy’s voice snapped him out of his cardiac arrest, pulling him back to the present.

“Y-You… You…” Once again, Daniel felt like his brain was melting out of his head and pouring out of his ears. This can’t be real. Like, it just can’t. “You already… me??”

“Yeah…” Sammy was looking at him strangely, as if Danny were the one acting weird.

“You realize what you just told me, right??”

“I don’t understand why you’re acting so surprised. You already knew this.”

Danny tried to follow Sam’s logic in his head, he really did. He was still under the spell. He had to be. It was the only way Sam’s behavior made any sense to him.

“Sam… you were drugged, ok? I don’t know exactly how, but those… your… actions were not your own,” Danny tried to explain, careful and gentle as possible.

Then, it was as if a lightbulb went off inside Sam’s head. Daniel felt relief hit him; finally Sam got it. They could move past this and save their friendship.

“Daniel, look at me,” Sammy slid his hands from behind Daniel’s neck to rest them on the sides of his face, positioning it so that Danny had to look at him, “I am not under any spell right now. I am in my sane mind, do you get me?”

Danny opened his mouth to speak, but Sam cut him off before he had the ability to protest.

“I am so fucking in love with you. Like, so fucking in love it’s probably illegal. And that was why the potion worked. Because I am in love with you. If I wasn’t, it wouldn’t have worked at all… do you understand what I am telling you in very clear, not-able-to-be-misinterpreted words?” Sam had said every sentence slowly and with a gravity to it that left no room for debate. They were spoken as fact; as law. Just how energy cannot be created nor destroyed, Sam Kiszka was in love with Daniel Wagner.

Yet Daniel still had a hard time grasping the concept.

“But… all that… that cuddling and-and kissing and all that… you’ve never acted that way before,” Daniel reasoned, believing this to be the work of the potion and hard evidence to support that belief.

Sam just laughed, the noise warming up the ice that had frozen in Danny’s veins.

“I always wanna kiss you, Daniel. The only reason I hadn’t yet was because I didn’t think you wanted me that way. And before you try and say it was the potion forcing me, it just never occurred to me to not act upon my feelings.”

Danny was still apprehensive, unable to fully grapple with the concept that Sam wanted to kiss him at all times. But, he was beginning to see what everyone had been telling him the past 24 hours.

“...Prove it.”

With nothing but a quick “ok” spoken under his breath, Sam wasted no time launching forward and locking his lips with Danny’s. His hands slid from Danny’s cheeks to the back of his head, manipulating it so that Sam could tip it back and deepen the kiss. Once again, Danny felt dizzy. But, unlike the other kiss the two of them shared last night, this one was quick and urgent. Sam had something to prove and he was not about to let Daniel walk away from this without getting his point through Danny’s thick skull.

It was Sam who eventually pulled away, having to gasp for air.

“Holy shit,” Danny panted, his head feeling woozy as he took in the sight of his best friend looking absolutely ruined, yet giddy just from his lips.

“Yeah,” Sam breathed in response, his smile turning dopey as he laughed.

“You… You love me…”

Danny watched in real time the excitement and shock that flooded Sam’s eyes.

“Oh, thank fucking god,” Sam quickly uttered, throwing his head back, “YOU FINALLY GET IT!” Sam had taken to shaking Danny by the shoulders.

“That’s actually great news because I’m also in love with you,” Daniel admitted, a giddiness of his own flooding his veins at finally being able to say those words out loud to Sam.

“I would fucking hope so, you dense idiot.” There was no malice in Sam’s words. Quite the opposite, really. He had leaned back down onto Danny’s chest, burying his face into Danny’s neck as they embraced.

“Wait… when did you-”

“Truthfully? When we graduated.”

Daniel started to process what that meant. Since we graduated…

“YOU MEAN WE ACTUALLY COULD’VE FUCKED THIS WHOLE TIME??”

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breelandwalker · 10 months

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Apologies if you've already answered this...

I know you do a lot of extensive warding for your home. What differences have you noticed between a warded and an unwarded living space? I imagine you get fewer negative vibes and shadows and maybe a bit better luck, like a household appliance lasts longer than you'd expect it to. Or is it something else entirely?

Thanks for your time, Bree :)

This is an excellent question and one that doesn't get asked enough, I think. There's always the ubiquitous Ward Your Space advice, but I see very few conversations about the difference in feeling and experience in an unwarded home. (Because after all, there are tons of non-witchy homes out there that don't have wards.)

Personal experiences ahead.

For me personally, it's like the difference between a window that's open to the outside and one that has a screen in it. It's very possible that nothing bad or unwanted will come through the window, but even if you don't have like a raccoon or a wholeass person trying to sneak into your house, you might still get bugs and you're still somewhat open to the elements. So the ward acts like a filter. It won't keep out absolutely everything, but it helps.

The other comparison I can make is an unlocked door. You know, that anxious feeling you get when you're away from home or you hear a weird noise and suddenly all you can think of is did I remember to lock the door? When my wards are threadbare or being actively tested from the outside, that's the feeling I get. Like I left the door unlocked overnight or left a window open when it's about to pour down rain.

So it's mostly a feeling of security.

But in my case, there are also layers in place to take care of other problems. Disruptive energy, unwanted visitors, bad luck, illness, intruding spirits, and baneful or unhelpful magic, among other things. So, compared to other places I've lived or visited, there is a somewhat lower frequency of avoidable accidents, general misfortune, and garden-variety Weird Shit. It's a process I've refined over many years and several homes to try and account for as many controllable variables as I can.

We still have problems, we still get sick, things still break, there's still trouble and disagreements and frustration like there is in every home. Because we're still human and Life Still Happens. But things also seem to take care of themselves in a way. We take care of our home and it takes care of us.

And if you're wondering whether it's jarring when I travel and stay in hotels or other people's homes that don't have the same protections in place - IT IS. But it's really no more troublesome than sleeping in a strange bed.

#kodiswindow #witch community #witchcraft #witchblr #protection magic #warding #Bree answers your inquiries

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emeraldbabygirl · 6 months

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It’s been awhile since I’ve done this so lock screen and home screen

Btw the lock screen I colored on an app I didn’t draw it but I def thought it was wallpaper worthy cause is cute! And let’s do song I’ve been listening to a lot recently, let’s go with Poison by Pink Fantasy. Tagging @excindrela @moonchildrenandflowercrowns @moonlight--cafe @atinystaypixie @chrismequick @elenilote @halalhyungwon @thistaleisabloodyone @the-moon-baby @yuta-the-mountain-man @yovibeispretty @seoulmates98 @boxyg28 @wh0sthe5pecial0ne @wheezing-pterodactyl @despairvb @adaamazing @cherryeoo @witchy-weve-monbebe @dreamlesswonder86 @aesttheticgirlyy @ithinkilikeit-reactions and anyone else who wants to do this you can but you don’t have to. I just missed doing the wallpaper reveals and tingz ✨

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Familiar Faces

I'm busy tending to my magic such as enchanting and cursing a few objects to add to my collection when my newly set up phone pings. Illuminating my dark room from its little corner. I wonder what that could be as the only person who's messaged me so far is Tony, about tonight's uniform fitting and baseball practice. I slowly advance towards it after finishing my hex, as a slight bump could have grave consequences if I didn't finish it before walking away. Its an unknown number? It's currently about 12:45pm but the message was sent 45 minutes ago and my phone pinged to remind me. The team had an early lunch, more like a brunch really, at 10:45am so everyone could get their daily activities and training done before tonight.

(ignore the time at the top of the screen)

I packed up my alter and witchy stuff, as Bucky used to call it, changing into something simple but cute. I didn't have to wait long before there was a heavy knock on my door. I walked over and opened the door to reveal not only Bucky but also Wanda who had come to return Hades. She sent me a message about taking him out to the open field and forest area before bringing him back, I was thankful that she was eager to help familiarise me and Hades to the compound.

Upon opening the door Hades pushed his way through us to make himself at home on his bed. I watched him fuss about for a second before turning my attention back to Wanda and Bucky, the latter worn a knowing smirk and Bucky wore an unimpressed look.

"Well here he is back in one piece as promised, not sure what Bucky is doing here though." Wanda said. "I also came to pass on a message from Tony, that we have a team dinner tonight with everyone including some you haven't met yet, it's casual attire as we have training right after."

"Thank you for that Wanda and you know I'll be there, I'd love to meet more of the team as long as there's no more Sharon Carter's." I joke, half serious with my last comment.

"No she isn't apart of the team so she's never invited unless it's an event open to the public." She shared, giving me a smirk before motioning at Bucky with her eyes. "Anyway I'm in a rush so I'll leave you be."

"Bye Wands!" I called, down the hallway.

I look straight up at Bucky once she's in the elevator. I decided earlier I was going to make him come to me about what happened at lunch as I want things to be on his terms. He looks down at me with kind eyes and a playful smile.

"So coffee?" I probed.

"That's what the messages said, wasn't it?" He asked.

"Yes and I believe I still have to do something with Hades before we can go." I stated.

"Well if you want we could introduce him and Alpine and they could keep each other company whilst we're gone." He suggested, eyes filled with hope.

"That sounds like a good idea." I agree.

"Well follow me then, Doll." He says, bowing in an old fashioned manner.

"Showing your age there, Sarg?" I joke.

He whipped around to give me an unimpressed look over the comment, but a playful smirk teased his lips as he shook his head. I give the hand motion to Hades commanding him to follow me. He slowly rose and had a stretch before wandering after me. I pull the door closed and flick my fingers to lock the door and place a protection spell around the room, as I don't know who these other Avengers are and what they are like so I won't trust them yet.

"Still doing your protection spells I see." Bucky remarks, rolling his eyes.

"How do you know that's the spell I used?" I question.

"You forget how closely we trained and lived whilst we were in Hydra, I paid more attention than you thought." He spoke.

"It'll take some getting used to being across the hall instead of lying side by side." I murmur, casting my eyes downwards to avoid meeting his gaze.

"Hey look at me, Doll face." He says softly, coming to a stop in front of me and placing his palm on my cheek gently guiding me to meet his eyes. "I'm just down the hall if you ever need me, however you want me I'll be there."

I search his eyes looking for any insincerity but coming up short, all that I can find is love and hope. Those beautiful blue eyes really are and always have been the windows to his soul. I can't help but hope that eventually him and I can find a new relationship in this current world rather than the one we had to hide ourselves from. But I think for him and myself that we should wait as I want to be completely open and honest with him about who I am before we commit to anything. I hated not telling him the truth but I couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't tell Hydra who I was when he was under their control.

"I'm not saying we need to have any strings attached but I always thought about you, about us, after I was freed from Hydra. I missed you, I still love you and I'm yours which I'll always be." He shared, looking me directly in the eyes through every word.

"I love you too Bucky but I think we should do things right this time as you don't known the real me yet. I want to get the chance to get to know this version of you and fall in love with you all over again but lets do it right from the start. So for now we are just old friends getting to know each other again, in hopes of something more." I suggest.

"Of course I'll do it however many times I need to as long as you know I'm not giving up on us, ever." He said, in finality before taking my hand in his metal one and leading me to his bedroom door.

He opens the door to reveal a room not to dissimilar to my own but I'm sure he doesn't use his spare room for the same thing I do. I see a large ball of pure white fur stretched across what I believe is Bucky's bed, Alpine seems to go uninterrupted as we enter the room. But Hades is instantly rushing for the comfort of the bed and seems to miss the ball of fur as he goes to lie right onto of her.

"Halt! Hades sit, wait." I exclaim, my words having the instant desired effect as he pauses right in front of the bed and sits, waiting for my next command.

"Quick thinking." Bucky comments, walking over to Alpine and lifting her into his arms.

"Gotta be quick in situations like this." I respond.

I watch on as Bucky lowers himself to kneel on the floor beside Hades and allows for both animals to sniff the air around them before placing Alpine on the floor. I watch on waiting for Hades or Alpine to have a negative reaction but instead I'm pleasantly shocked when Alpine charges forward and rubs against Hades purring. Hades lays down as a sign of acceptance and Alpine makes herself comfortable lying against his side. Both enjoying the warmth the other brings.

"Well that went better than expected, I guess they take after their owners." Bucky slyly says, a flirty smile on his face as he looks up at me.

"Let's just hope they stay this content whilst we're away." I remark.

———————————TIMESKIP———————————

Bucky took me to this quaint little cafe he said he frequently visits, they do a really good iced coffee. To get here we had to take his motorcycle and it was so much fun, not just the ride itself but being that close to him for 15 minutes had made my day. We had been sitting for about an hour and a half just talking about random things, like how he has a bucket list of things he wants to do to be reintroduced into this new era properly. Steve, Sam and Natasha seemed to be the ones adding to it but he said he's been crossing them off as often as he can.

Eventually we decided to head back to the compound so he could give me a tour and get my fitting done during it. He showed me the upper floors first and went downwards as we went on. In the basement is Tony's lab where some of the team were getting their suits fixed, redesigned or getting a uniform for the baseball game. Tony had sent me a text earlier asking which design I preferred, turns out he disagreed with us girls wearing dresses but Nat convinced him to use something different from the boys. Steve's team, called Team Rogers, would be in blue and silver whereas Tony's team, known as team Stark, would wear red and gold. Both had identical uniforms just in their respective colours and team name, it also had a number and our names on the back.

(Team Starks uniform)

(Team Rogers uniform)

(Girls version of uniform, Natasha will be in Stark colours.)

It was also decided that only those who attended the game could purchase limited edition baseball cards which were made just for this game, on the back it has a basic description of ourselves and our abilities. These cards are sold individually, in a 12pk box or if requested by the slab 8 12pk boxes, but once the stock was sold there's no more. We will also hold an after game opportunity for people to get their cards signed. It isn't yet announced as it's still undecided but there could be a follow up game where the Wakandans would get there own team and play the victors, then the looser will play the loser from the last game if we raise more than $100Million. So essentially it would be a mini tournament of sorts.

When we first walk in I'm dragged away by Nat and Wanda to get my fittings done, it doesn't take long as they only needed the basic measurements once and they'd use them for all my uniforms. I can hear the rest of the team talking in the other room and can make out a few familiar voices and a couple of different ones.

"How was coffee?" Nat asks.

"What coffee?" I defend, as an immediate response to the probing question.

"The one I read Bucky's mind about, when I dropped Hades off." Wanda said.

"Right I should've known you could do that. It was good we caught up and established that we want to do things right this time and not rush into a relationship." I started. "As when we were in Hydra we both felt like we had nothing and no one, so we kinda just cling to each other as a safety net."

"You and Barnes dated?" Wanda presses, turns out she didn't read that far into his brain.

"I can see it, especially after lunch." Nat remarks.

"Ew not an image I needed but also you go Aspyn." Wanda says.

"Well thanks but once again him and I agreed we should try this the right way, he doesn't know my full story. Oh and good luck reading my mind, Wands." I respond.

"Yes I know from your training that you've always got a barrier spell up." She laughs.

We share a few more stories about boys, this really helps me feel at home here. Little did I know part of my past was in the next room talking about one of my many parents. After about 5 minutes Bucky comes in saying that he had his fitting before coming to see me and that he's happy to go back to our floor or introduce me to two other Avengers.

"I probably should socialise with my teammates, so I guess we can do that then go check on Alpine and Hades." I say, making my way towards him where he leans against the door.

He leads me with his hand hovering over my lower back, I can tell he wanted to touch me but held himself back as we didn't really discuss the physical aspect of our situation. Which we probably should considering our interactions at lunch today.

"Aspyn this is Thor and Loki, Avengers from Asgard. Yes Loki did try to take over New York but like me he was under mind control and has turned over a new leaf." Bucky speaks. "Thor, Loki this is Aspyn, our newest Avenger she's known as the Grey Witch and has a similar background to me. Hydra and all that."

Those names make my blood run cold, I instantly regret my choice and want to run as far away as I can. I can only hope they don't recognise me as it's been centuries since we last encountered each other. As both figures turn around I can see a child like elation on Thor's face as he tackles me into a bone crushing hug. Once he releases me I look to Loki who seems confused at the sight of me, like he's trying to piece together if he knows me or not.

"It's wonderful to meet you lady of grey." Thor booms.

"Same here, Thor. You can call me Aspyn." I said.

"Don't mind my oaf of a brother, he holds Asgardian customs in high regard even on midguard. Pleasure, Aspyn." Loki greets, his confused look had now turned into one of recognition and cunningness.

'Hello dear sister.' Loki speaks into my mind, using our childhood conversation techniques.

'Please don't tell anyone about me, I plan to tell them soon. Once I know who to trust.' I reply.

'Of course, I know the danger that lurks with that truth. I'm just so happy to have be reunited with you.' He says, a kind expression hastily crossing his face.

Both of us realise that we had spaced out looking at each other and that everyone was looking at us like we were mad. So he grabs my hand and kisses the back of it. I can feel Bucky stiffen as a scoff leaves his lips, I know from our history that he doesn't do well with jealousy. Once Loki releases my hand Bucky instantly grasps it in his own as he comes to stand beside me. I look at him to see him focused on Loki with a heated gaze, looking back at Loki I see him looking at me with a knowing smirk. I forget he's the God of mischief and he lives for this sort of stuff, at least he did when we were kids I wonder if he's grownup much.

"Well if we're done here I promised Aspyn a full tour of the compound and we haven't finished, we will join you all at dinner in about an hour." Bucky grumbled, eyes never leaving Loki.

Oh just you wait till you find out the truth Bucky, you'll be kicking yourself over this. Before I can speak to anyone Bucky is dragging me into the elevator and repeatedly pressing the button to close the doors. I give everyone a guilty smile as they watch us while the doors close.

"We need to talk." He grunts.

"Ok." I say.

"I want you more than anything, I don't want you hanging around Loki by yourself." He said, turning to look me directly in the eyes.

"You can't control me, believe me I have no interest in him that way and nothing will happen. Like I said earlier I love you." I reply.

"It's not that I don't trust you, it's him I know he likes his mischief and who knows what he wants out of being an Avenger." He mumbles, I can tell he's embarrassed by his behaviour and probably worried he's still the Winter Soldier.

"Look I won't go into detail yet but Loki is apart of my past and he's my brother for all intents and purposes." I explain, knowing this will lead to more questions.

"Wow ok I wasn't expecting you to have a past that links with the Asgardians but I guess that's how much we didn't know each other, I imagine why you didn't tell me. But I'd like to know when you're ready to tell me." He spoke softly, hands holding my face and reassuring me that he's not mad about this.

"Thank you for understanding, I'm happy to tell you when we can find a time we can go get another coffee or get away from everyone." I said, leaning forward and kissing his cheek. "On the other hand there's something we need to discuss before moving further."

"I think I know what you want to talk about." He says.

"I can admit that I still feel drawn to you on every level possible but still want you to know the truth before we label anything. However, I think we can both agree that keeping our hands to ourselves isn't a possibility for long. So if you are comfortable I was thinking that whilst we get reacquainted we could still have a physical relationship." I continue.

"I mean I'm a guy so I don't think I can deny that offer but I can't deny that it won't be just physical and there's still gonna be emotions for me." He admits.

"I never said there wouldn't be any feelings on my end." I share, grinning at him as I know we will both cave and agree to a label even without saying say out loud.

"Good then I can take you to your room and fuck the shit outta you." He quips, dropping his voice a little lower.

"We have pets to tend to and check on." I suggest, knowing I'm fighting a loosing battle as my core was tingling at just his words.

"I'm sure they're fine." He whispers, kissing his way down my neck before we're interrupted by the elevator coming to a stop.

He reaches down and grasps my thighs encouraging me to jump into his arms, I oblige of course. He quickly found my sweet spot below my ear and he continued to kiss and nip there. Leaving red marks in his wake, he's marking his territory. He walks his way down the hall and stops at the first door which happened to be his. He places me gently on the floor giving my ass a teasing slap before unlocking the door and pushing it open, he leans down to capture my lips but comes to a stop inches away. His face contorts into one of shock as he looks behind me into the room. I turn around to see his room in shambles, it looks as though a tornado had hit it.

There's feathers and cushion fluff strewn across the room, his tv was knocked over in the process, there's leaves and dirt everywhere and across the room the glass door had been smashed and glass was left scattered around the floor. We both cautiously step into the room looking for any threats or danger, he continues to check all the attached rooms and wardrobe whilst I make my way towards the bed. I had seen a glimpse of dark fur and a white paw, I carefully bend down watching for any glass. Upon seeing me Hades comes out from underneath the bed and Alpine follows him.

Knowing from past experiences Hades sits in front of me bowing down to allow me to place my hands on his head and see what he saw. Whilst searching through his memories of the last few hours Bucky announces the coast is clear and he picks up Alpine and soothes her stress by patting her. Finding the moment that caused the chaos I find a figure approaching the door and smashing through it with a gun. Then two other people step into the room each of them going through the room seemingly searching for something, Hades had initially fought against them and managed to injury two of the three intruders. They eventually managed to knock Hades unconscious and continue to ransack the room but coming up empty handed and leaving through a portal. I couldn't identify any of them as they had used magic to conceal their identities from the naked eye.

"Bucky three people come in here and seemed to be looking for something." I announced, standing up and approaching him.

"Who could've done that? Tony has high security functioning at all times and the glass is bulletproof so shouldn't have just shattered. Hell not even the hulk can break this stuff." He said, letting Alpine leave his arms so he could hold me on the bed.

"I don't know they must have used magic to keep their faces blurred from anyone's vision, so they could've used magic to trick Tony's tech and break the glass." I think out loud, looking for any way to explain this incident.

"I have to-" He started, before a panting figure came barreling into the room.

Hades was instantly on his feet in position to attack if he needed. But upon looking up we found Sam and Steve appearing seconds later.

"Oh my god, thank god you're both ok." Sam huffed, wiping sweat from his brow.

"Tony just got notified about the break in, but it looks like the video feed is delayed." Steve adds, moving into the room. "We came here when he noticed the figures appear from portals seconds ago, we thought it was happening right now."

"No it happened whilst Bucky and I were getting coffee, about an hour or two ago." I said.

"You both should come downstairs and see if we can't figure out who would do this." Sam suggests.

"Shouldn't we cleanup first?" I asked.

"No Tony will probably have someone out to clean it soon." Bucky says.

"Come on, Bucky you can stay in my room tonight." Steve offers.

"No way I'm not leaving Aspyn on this floor alone whilst we have no explanation for this." Bucky exclaimed.

"He's right Steve neither of them should be alone nor with the intruders still lurking around somewhere." Sam agrees.

With a few more words exchange we make our way back to Tony's lab where the rest of the team had gathered upon hearing the coast was clear. I relay what I had seen in Hades memory and let Tony and Bruce run through the footage whilst the rest of the team tries to rationalise what had happened. I can't help but let my gaze wonder to Bucky as he had been really quiet. Seeing him internalising on the events I reach out and rub his hand, he looks at me and smiles half heartedly.

Whilst we were looking at each other Loki made his way towards us, he was trying to decide whether he should have an actual conversation out loud or talk in my head about what he had to say. He picked through my brain until he found the moment I told Bucky about Loki being my brother, so he decided to just speak out loud with us.

"I think I might know what happened." Loki whispered, after making sure everyone except for us three were occupied.

"What do you know?" Bucky mumbles, instantly interested in what Loki had to say.

"Loki surely not, it's been centuries." I said, after reading Loki's mind.

"I think your past has started catching up with you my darling sister. You should know better than to think it was over." He explained.

"Look I'm a little lost here and I can tell it has something to do with your past but I think I need to know now." Bucky interrupted.

"Look not here but I think the three of us should go back to the room together we can discuss it there, I'll enchant the camera so they can't hear what we are actually talking about." I suggest.

We all excuse ourselves saying we were going to check for anything that may have been left behind. Once reaching the floor I instantly place the enchantment on the camera and replaced the audio with a false conversation.

"Look I'm not going to go right into detail as I'll have to tell the same story to the rest of the team but I figured I should tell you first." I explained.

"We just need to get to the bottom of this and figure out how to fix it." Bucky said, all three of us taking a seat on the bed.

"I was a product of multiple affairs as my mother was created by three goddesses and she slept with multiple gods and goddesses on the night of her wedding. Due to her ethereal nature she was able to take all of their DNA and conceive me. It was revealed upon my birth and death of my mother that there was a prophecy about me that resulted in a war among gods. Frigga offered me refuge after I was taken in by another goddess and Frigga raised me as one of her own I was the eldest. Aside from Hela but that's another story. But eventually I was discovered and Odin turned Thor against me and Frigga and Loki had Heimdal send me here to hide. Which eventually leads me to this day. But there is a coven of cosmic witches who have been seeking for my death as they don't want the prophecy to come to fruition, so they used their powers to convince the Gods that I must be executed." I said.

"That's... A lot." Bucky admits.

"Yes it is but now that we've gone over it we need to discuss the attack." Loki interjected.

"Loki do you really think the Cosmic coven know I'm still alive?" I ask.

"You think you haven't left bread crumbs of your existence?" He rebuttals.

"Hang on, if she's been hiding here since your mother sent her here then only four- now five people would know this." Bucky points out.

"That's doesn't mean anything, as the Cosmic Coven could easily track down something that once belonged to Aspyn and do a location spell. Which would tell them the exact place she is at that exact moment." Loki explains.

"So all in all, either someone has said something and it's gotten back to the coven or Frigga and mama forgot to burn one of my belongings." I deduce.

"Look I think it's best that we keep this idea between us for now as who knows, there is another witch on this team." Loki suggests.

"Are you insinuating that Wanda could be conspiring with the Coven?" I ask, shocked at the mere suggestion.

"It's not my place to decided who gets to know the truth here but the team will offer nothing but support and protection to Aspyn." Bucky interrupted.

"Bucky I was only planning on telling you for the time being but I'd like some more time before telling the rest of the team." I reply.

"Of course you'd think she wasn't capable of such deception but that's what she would want you to think. And one of the witches could've replaced her but there would be signs of that." Loki continued.

"Bucky as much as I want to trust you and the team, I can't take that risk anymore but I do trust you as I know you on a deeper level." I begin. "That's why I think I'm gonna keep everything to myself for now and just proceed with caution. Especially when it's possible that the break in was intended for me. I need to keep myself safe and keep as many innocent people in the dark as possible, because if it comes down to it the Coven will come for anyone who stands between me and them."

"I will support your decision, but from here on out we are roommates and we can tell the team we are dating and wanted to have a shared space again. On that note I would like to take you on a date because your past doesn't change my feelings." Buck declared, making me feeling like it was just the two of us.

"That's great and all but you need to understand that if shit hits the fan I'll be taking Aspyn to Asgard for proper protection." Loki says.

"As long as you understand I'll be going with the both of you." Bucky accepts.

"Next things next. Loki, should we tell Thor?" I ask.

"No absolutely not. He helped dad once and I can guarantee he'd do it again, we need to find something to convince him that Odin isn't as good as he thinks he is." Loki argued.

"What do we do from here?" Bucky inquired.

"I think I'll leave you both alone for this conversation as I've got some books I can go through to help our cause." Loki says.

Loki leaves using his magic to teleport himself to his room without being detected by the team. I motion for Bucky to follow me back to my room, where Hades and Alpine had both been, then guide him to my magic room. I can tell he's hesitant as he would remember how much I didn't want him around when I was practicing. I smile at him in a reassuring manner before opening the door and revealing my alter.

"I know this is odd as I was so against you seeing this side of me whilst we were apart of Hydra but in order to understand this part of my world, you have to experience it to a certain degree." I started. "You can always turn around and walk away at anytime. I just wanted to warn you that this side of me isn't always pleasant and used to scare Loki. He was a weird child that look death in the face and laughed, so that says something."

"I don't care but why are you showing me all this." He asked.

"As I said you need to see all of this to understand what you are signing up for if you want to peruse a relationship or help me fight this." I clarified.

"I'm here for you and I'll be whatever you need me to be, but you need to know that I want you as my girlfriend or something romantic because I love you." He admits.

"I know. I want you like that to but I need you to see this side of me before making any lasting decisions." I said.

He nods in agreement but all I can do is hope he sticks by his persistence after he sees me practicing dark magic. As I know the way I behave and appear when practicing is horrifying, it's part of what lead to this witch hunt. But people fear the unknown and uncontrolled presences, my magic can have astronomical consequences if I'm not careful and I've caused harm before. It's never pretty when my dark magic goes astray. I lose myself to a darker version of myself and what she can do is unmeasurable when she has full grasp. I spend a few minutes explaining this to Bucky and receive nothing but love from him, as well as he relating to me when he lost control to the Winter Soldier.

"Loki will talk to you about The Dark Witch, my darker half, and what happens when I lose control. But you need to understand that when I'm practicing my darker magic I have to give her partial control. If the task is too large she will take hold of me entirely, or if I'm interrupted in a spell." I explain.

"I'll make a point of going to see him tonight. This still changes nothing between us, as it very well could be possible that the Winter Soldier isn't completely gone and you may have to return the favour." He shares.

Before I can respond both our phones ping with messages from Wanda (to me) and Steve (to Bucky), both saying that tonight's training has been canceled because of the incident but we are still having a team dinner. We continue our conversation, in code, as we make our way back to the elevator and to the dinning room. We decided to present as a couple to the team as we would probably look like one with how we act around each other anyway, but we walked in holding hands and sat beside each other sharing innocent touches. We explained our history together and came up with a story about getting back together, everyone took it pretty well even suggesting they assumed we were already back together.

Dinner went by quite smoothly and Tony announced that the uniforms for myself and all the baseball ones would be delivered tomorrow. He also said that training would be rescheduled for next week so we could focus on these assailants and figuring out why they did it. Plus there was a recon mission for Steve, Sam and Nat, which they would leave for tomorrow.

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A/n: definitely a bigger chapter but don't expect this all the time as this was just to start revealing what's to come and who Aspyn really is. Hope you enjoyed, the next chapter may take a week to finish and publish but I will get it to you ASAP.

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Burn My Skin - Part II

Pairing : Cordelia Goode x Fem!Reader

Words count : 3966

A/n : The title was based on my favorite song ever which it’s called “ Queima Minha Pele - Baco Exu do Blues “… I hope you’ll enjoy the chapter :)

Part I

You and Zoe were in the living room watching an horror movie, only the two of you considering how late it already was, a pillow covering your mouth to prevent you from laughing out loud at your friend’s scare jumps. She was so easy to frighten sometimes, you secretly loved it. She had her arm around your shoulder as she would occasionally hide in your neck when the movie got too spooky, a soft purple blanket covering your legs from the chill air. The environment was quiet until you hear heels clicking against the wood floor and voices coming from up the stairs. Both Cordelia and Fiona were coming down, all dressed up in fancy outfits, they were probably going out, too late for your will but it was none of your concern. They stopped on their way towards the front door when seeing you girls on the couch. Delia was stunning in her suit, and once again you forgot how to breath, your chest complaining to the lack of it merely seconds later. Well, that wasn't supposed to be happening. You got over her. Her eyes curiously watching your frames, however you pretended not to notice, returning your gaze back to the TV screen. The footsteps came back and Cordelia stoped in front of you, both of her hands resting on her hips.

" What are you doing up this late? You should be in bed, just like the others! “ The thick voice of Cordelia make itself present to your ears. How ironic of her to mention the clock hm?!

" Sorry Cordelia, we were not tired yet and since my laptop’s acting up we figured we could watch something here for a bit “

"Right, but don't take long to go to bed, tomorrow morning I want you both up for your classes and don’t you dare saying you’re sleepy or I’ll punish you girls “ You internally cringed at how rude that sentence sounded, you’ve never heard those words and tone before but you figured she was just annoyed at your presence.

"We got this, boss! Hmm now, were are you guys going at such time? It's already late, you said it yourself " Cordelia frowns a bit. You didn’t know that herself didn’t want to go out but the Supreme insisted, claiming she wanted some time alone with her precious daughter, which sounded even stranger for Cordelia when coming from her mother’s mouth.

"Me and my mom have some private business to work on, we won't be taking long to return tho " She responded but before Zoe could say something, Fiona walked in, rudely interrupting the brief conversation.

" Oh, God have mercy! Stop lying to these girls, they're grown-up already. We're going out to get wasted. If you excuse us little witchy, we’re already late. Hurry up, Cordelia! " Fiona left before any other exchanges of words, walking towards the door on her way out the streets.

You didn’t know why you suddenly felt your chest getting too tight for your heart that moment, something in the back of your head whispered that their nightcap was a terrible idea but you couldn’t put your finger on that and just say out loud they should stay home, you had no choice but uncomfortably ignore it. Later that night you wished you had stopped them from leaving.

" Are you gonna stay safe here by yourself, right? Please don't wait too long to go to sleep and don’t forget to lock the doors, I'll take an extra key with me "

" We're fine, you don't have to worry! " Zoe winks at the concerned woman, whose now staring at you, internally irritated to the fact you haven’t once looked up at her yet.

" Y/n, promise me you’ll be ok? Call me if you need me? “ Her voice softened to the mention of your name, your cheeks burning a bit as you meet her eyes for the first time, your mind screaming for you to just give her a quick hug and reassure her you’re ok, nonetheless you simply shrugs.

" I'm okay, Cordelia! Like your mother said, I'm a grown up. You can go enjoy yourself." She just nodded, whispering a "good night" and stepping out of your sight.

You threw the blanket aside and got up when you were sure both women were out of the house. " Zoe, I said I wouldn't think about Cordelia anymore but when Fiona said they were going heading out I had this awful feeling in my chest. You know I’m never wrong when I sense these shit, something’s gonna happen “ You starts hyperventilating, immediately regretting not warning Delia. " What do you mean, Y/n? What exactly did you feel? "

" I-I don't know, my chest got so tight and my heart was just too fast, and I got those chills I always have when something’s about to happen. You know I never feel that stuff if something serious ain’t going on Zoey “ You nervously chew your nails and Zoe gets up towards you, holding your hands in attempt to drive your attention back to her instead.

" Jesus Christ, your hands are freezing! " She hugs you as concern takes over her, she indeed does know you wouldn’t act up like that if nothing was wrong " Look, calm down ok? We both know that Cordelia is responsible and careful, she’s all powerful and her mother’s the Supreme herself, if there’s someone who’s perfectly capable of protecting her is Fiona. I bet they’re just gonna bump into some drunk assholes, ok? It’s gonna be fine “

" Yeah, might be, but I swear if anything happens to her I won’t forgive myself "

" Nothing's gonna happen. Now why don’t we try to get back to bed hm? It's late as hell and you better get some rest, we have some boring classes tomorrow ugh “ She let go off your hands and grab the remote control to turn off the TV, you fidgets still biting your nails yet you just agrees with heading back to yours and your best friend’s shared room.

The brown haired witch didn’t want to add more fuel to the fire but she was too now highly worried about the two women out there, not even once she had seen your sensing going wrong but she just crossed her fingers this time you’d be mistaken.

xxx

Three hours more or less passed by, a calming sleep surrounding your being, until a very vivid nightmare begins its way right in front of your eyes, replacing the pitch black with images of a bar, not too crowded but not empty as well. Cordelia was there, shots after shots of tequila going down her throat as an unheard conversation was settled between herself and her mother whose was next to her, following her drinking actions.

A quick jump in the scenes and Cordelia was now washing her sweaty face in the sink, her face all disturbed looking as she squeezes her eyes shut to stop the world from spinning around her eyes. After that things are just blurry, you couldn’t see her face or barely anything anymore but you could hear desperate high pitched screams, a black shadow leaving by the door as Cordelia’s body falls on her knees to the ground, her hands agonizingly scratching her face to the dreadful pain all over it.

You wake up panting, tears run down your cheeks as sharp knives felt like stabbing your chest repeatedly, you clumsily kick the blankets out of your legs as it instantaneously feels like burning your skin. You knew it wasn’t just a nightmare, Cordelia urgently needed help but something tells you it was too late for that. Zoe was still serenely asleep in the bed next to yours, you gets up just to shake her shoulders, not worrying about either scaring her or being gentle, there was no time for such things. Before the girl could even begin to process what you were up to your door gets abruptly yanked, a breathless Queenie comes through rambling almost unrecognizable words but you didn’t need anything to understand. Running out of your room you stumbles your way downstairs, almost bumping into a few girls gathering in the middle of the living room. They were crying. " What happened? " You asked to one of them but no sound did come out, deep down you didn’t need an answer but still you prayed with everything you were still trapped in a nightmare. You went to another girl, repeating the question, and there it was, all the words you didn’t want to hear. You immediately starts sobbing again, closing your eyes as the chest stabs return in full strength. Zoe runs to your side and grabs you by the shoulders, begging you to look at her and take deep breaths.

" How the hell am I supposed to do that Zoe? I fucking could have stopped that, I knew something was up but just because of my fucking proud I didn’t protect her. FUCK! “ You yelled, harsher than you planned, you couldn’t care less that moment. Your eyes scan around the room just to find Fiona elegantly sitting down, a cigarette in between the tip of her fingers just like nothing had happened to her daughter.

" Where is she uh? Why are you so calm? I bet you did it to her! " You spit and watches the older witch smirks, blowing the smoke that was in her mouth. You notice a few tear strains down her cheeks but you would get no surprised if learning that it was all just part of her show.

" I didn't do anything, my dear. She's in the hospital, you don't have to worry “

" What the hell, Fiona? How can you be so heartless? You leave her alone out there and you dare to tell me not to worry? I'll make sure you burn in hell when all this is over, you bitch! " You threatened yet the woman only scoffed, placing the cigarette back between her lips. You’d deal with her another time. You closed your eyes and concentrated, focusing on your Delia as you struggled to locate her. Gathering enough focus you picture the hospital, teleporting there with no second thoughts.

You stood in front of the door, dark lights flicking above your head, you knew she was in there, a part of you didn’t want to see the damaged you had caused, but afterwards, it was your mess to fix up and you hoped with everything in you she’d forgive you some day. Turning the door knob and finally coming in you squeezes your eyes a bit, it was hard to see due the bad lights but in the middle of the room her limp body rests on the bed, no movements. You walk closer, fearing how bad she had been hurt. The soft pale skin of her face was now in living skin, covered in nasty burns yet to necrose, you doubt her eyes would ever be the same anymore after such attack. You carefully grab your beloved’s hand, scared you’ll disturb her somehow but too worried to step back. You needed her to feel you there, at least if only for a shorten time.

" I'm so, so sorry, my Delia. I failed you so bad this time. I hope you can forgive me one day. " You whispers, chastely kissing her head where you knew she wasn’t injured. Your body hurting in all the ways but for sure it was nothing like what she was going through that moment. You stood there all night long, watching her sleep and silently taking care of her, just like you used to when she was hurting before, you weren’t hugging her like the old times but you never let go off her hand. On your mind no matter what happens, Cordelia would always be the beautifulest woman alive.

xxx

The woman was terribly debilitated after the acid attack, thankfully many people were there to help her which soothed a little bit of your worry. After that day you drifted further away from people, it didn’t feel right just walking away but whenever you’d look someone in the eyes you’d sense their judgments towards you. You didn’t know if those times your powers were actually working or if it was just overthinking along with self-loathing taking its places on your mind but one or another it felt too much for you to be around them, which indeed may sound selfish. You would always make sure Cordelia was safe though, not directly with her as you feared her rejection but constantly keeping your eyes open, sometimes even teleporting to her room for a few seconds just to give her a quick forehead kiss when she was asleep.

Along with the new scars Delia had also gained a new gift. She was blind, that was a fact, but now she could see through other ways who wouldn’t involve using her eyes. Whenever she touched people’s skins she’d have the most vivid visions of them, including their deepest secrets, it was like she was momentarily seeing through whoever’s eyes her hands dared to touch. The newest power itself made you much more afraid to go next to her, what if she sees that you could have saved her but due pure childishness you hadn’t? In one of these visions she accidentally found out Hank was cheating on her with another witch, it broke her a little bit more but she wasn’t necessarily surprised, it was all she needed to kick him out of her life and house for once. She knew their relationship was long broken. You felt bad for her, but you couldn't say you were sad, she deserved better. You thought things were finally calming down and getting back to its orbit, a part of you getting used to the distance from her even if you were both under the same roof practically all the time.

You currently found yourself taking care of her plants in the greenhouse, one of your earbuds randomly playing your playlists when you hear the sound of a cane clicking on the floor, followed by her presence. She stops in the middle of the room as her head aimlessly moves from one side to another, hopefully giving her any signs of your location.

" I might not see you but I know you are here Y/n. I can feel you, please don't run away from me this time, I just want to talk "

Teleporting did cross your mind, but you figured it was time to stop being a coward and deal with whatever consequences your actions might had. " Hi Delia, yes, I'm here and I'm not running away. I’m sorry for the other times “ She follows your voice as her face turns right to where you stands. " I appreciate that. Just please answer me, and I don't want lies, ok? " She asked and you hums "Why did you do that? “

There it was, the question you did not want to hear. How are you to explain her you didn’t save her because you were too proud to look her in the eyes and warn her like you normally would? And that the main reason was pure jealousy and stubbornness. She’d find you so pathetic! You just decide to play innocent and see how things will go, which drives her angry " Why what, Cordelia? I’m confused “

" Don’t you fucking act like you have no clue what you’ve done. I’m tired with all this. Why did you do that? “ Her arms loosely hitting her sides as her body language shows how irritated she is, her cane hitting the floor a little too harsh, yet you were no surprised “ Why did you push me away without even letting me know what I did to infuriate you so much you’d literally run whenever I’d step into the same room as you? We were inseparable and suddenly you changed, what the hell happened? “ Your eyes widen to the sound of her voice breaking and her unexpected words, her figure irradiating frustration and confusion. You stepped closer to the woman watching her flinch a bit as she senses your presence approaching, you lift one of your hands and touches her own, feeling it shaking a bit. You’ve always loved the softness on them. Regret filling you as you realize you ended up hurting your friend even more by clouding your emotions with your platonic, childish jealousy and overthinking. Cordelia have never treated you poorly, not even once.

“ Oh Delia, I wasn’t expecting you to say that right now, you know? I thought you were mad at me and I figured I should give you some space, especially after all you’ve been through “

“ Now you’re back with ‘ Delia ‘. Jesus, Y/n why on earth would I be mad at you? And when did you think it was a good idea to leave me when all I needed was you with me? If you only knew how bad I wished you were there but now you’re a master in pretending you don’t even know me. Do you care explaining what did I do?

“ Shit, I didn’t plan this conversation coming today, I’m sorry. Hm, I know it might sound stupid from me but I just thought you were disappointed at me because I sensed something bad was gonna happen the day you were attacked and I didn’t warn you and Fiona, forgive me, I overreacted “

“ Oh bullshit, what do you even mean? I didn’t even know you had sensed such things Y/n and even if I had to, it was nobody’s fault and I doubt you’d have stopped me from going out that night if you really wanted to. Besides, I know that’s not the main reason for such behavior, you keep forgetting I know when people are not being all honest. You broke your promise about being with me at my worst and best, now I’d urge you to tell me the truth “ Cordelia’s voice was thick, ironic even, she’d never used such tone towards you before, however, could you blame her? You knew you had to act maturely now, to let her know the real motivations behind your actions, even fearing that deep down she’d get disgusted by such revelations, she wouldn’t let you fool her any second further.

“ First of all, I’m not lying “ Before you can continue Cordelia interrupts you by saying you are not being completely honest, too. You irritatedly groans, getting slightly annoyed whenever someone cuts you off “ Allow me to finish, Cordelia. As I was saying, I’m not lying. But you’re right, that’s not the whole thing “ You pauses, your defensive side unguardedly building up as you watches the blondie’s forehead frown and her breathing turning somewhat unsteady “ If what I am to tell you bothers you I beg you to just leave, you don’t have to spit any slurs or anything. I apologize for the way I reacted, I just couldn’t find any other ways to project my feelings towards you, I guess. It probably wasn’t the best choice but I was scared, I still am in fact “ You stumbles upon your own words not even making sure if what you say makes sense, you just need her to stop burning holes in your frame, yes, you knew she technically couldn’t see you but Cordelia’s ways of staring at someone’s soul was beyond the ordinary, common way. She was, in fact, staring at you.

“ Y/n, what do you mean by that? I’m afraid I don’t get what you’re trying to tell me here, honey “ You knew she wasn’t being all sincere, Cordelia Goode was no fool and with the mere stimulation of her own beautiful, intelligent brain she’d catch the minimum details, gathering everything up and reading anybody’s emotions like no one ever did.

“ I-I meant exactly what you’re thinking, Delia. Shit, I’m sorry, that wasn’t supposed to happen. I’m sorry if you think that somehow I took advantage of the trust you gave me, I didn’t even realize I was falling for you that way but once I heard you and Hank once things just got so, so overwhelming, I knew it wasn’t correct, I couldn’t keep on feeling such nasty things for you so I just figured I should step back, and now you probably think that was indeed the best opti- “ Once again your rambling was interrupted but this time by a pair of mushy lips on your left cheek followed by two hands clumsily stroking the sides of your face, you froze as you realize how close Cordelia was, confusion taking over your mind as you momentarily panic with the sudden, unexpected reaction.

“ Did you know you talk impossibly much when you’re nervous, sweetheart? “ Cordelia’s delicate tone invades your ears, stopping you from wondering much longer what was going on. A part of her face covered by a pair of sunglasses, preventing you from directly visualizing the faded dark pink skin around her once brown eyes but yet, not failing in making a warm blush spread all over your cheeks. She was, in fact, staring at you.

She was impossibly close to you at this point, her lips perfectly aligned with yours, only not completely glued for a matter of millimeters, you couldn’t breathe, her floral scent numbing each part of your brain, were you in one of your impossible sapphic dreams or…? “ My sweet “ Cordelia whispers right before her lips fully meet yours, your eyes closing without further ado as you delights yourself in her mouth, one of her hands rising up as she gently scraps the tip of her fingers on your scalp, adding some pressure to the spot, which you undoubtedly allows as you unconsciously moans against herself. You firmly wraps your arms around her slim waist, feeling the cotton on her long sleeved blouse. You never thought you’d say this but just like in one of those clichés, you had found the perfect spot to spend the rest of your days at, you didn't want to get out of the coziness on her touch as you found yourself expeditiously getting addicted to one of the most intimate sides of Cordelia Goode. She breaks contact, leading you to annoyingly whine at her, wishing nothing more than to live against her lips. She never stepped back, however.

“ Hm, does that mean you don’t hate me right now?“ Your voice comes out hoarsely, more than you intended to, well that was just her effect on your afterwards “ You seriously need to stop listening to your thoughts, Y/n. You’d have realized how fond of you I grew if you weren’t so lost on your own mind, my beautiful girl “ One of her hands caressing your neck as a graceful smile paints her lips while she talks, her cheeks slightly reddened, a little bit like yours, and she bites her lips which you can’t help but stare. God, how on heavens can someone look that ravishing? It’s your turn to boldly pull her face back to yours by the back of her neck, you honestly don’t think you can spend another second away from her, not again. You switch positions with Cordelia, placing one of your hands behind her on the table, pinning her bottom against the wooden as your front collides to hers, both of your chests rubbing against one another as your tongue savors her plump, soon to be swollen lips and your hands bluntly caress every inch of what you can reach on her skin. You feel the other woman’s smile against your mouth as your tongue shyly begs for access to her own. Cordelia was indeed just like the sun, lightening up your day as she burns your skin in the most addicting ways.

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