A love potion (an illicit creation of course, hidden in plain sight in the potions classroom) falls off the shelf onto you both.
The effects last, how long? A few hours, a day, a week? People try to tell you that you’re not dating, to be careful. If they try to keep you apart? Sevens help them.
The artificial high breaks down walls not even a real relationship could. Honest words are indecipherable amidst addled passion. Touch isn’t just wanted but needed. Jealousy and protectiveness are astronomical.
And when it fades away? They wake first in your Ramshackle bed, holding you ever so tightly.
Who panics? Who curses? Who smiles and snuggles into you to wait for the alarm, fully ready to keep pretending, curious if you will too?
And what happens when you learn that love potions are most effective when there are preexisting feelings? (Potential angst option: love potions only work when there are NO preexisting romantic feelings.) What if the potion hits you both, you definitely meet each other’s eyes before anyone else, but nothing happens? Nothing changes, rather.
And, one must ask, who made it in the first place? Was it really an accident? Or was someone else planning to use it to seduce the prefect, infuriated that he was doused with you…?
And the aftermath? Oh sevens… Who immediately confesses? Who resolves to never look at you again? Who is angry? Who decides to make it your problem? How many friends are left groaning in agony when you two go back to your awkward tsundere nonsense?
Suggestive under the cut:
Rather than one vial, someone bumped an entire potion shelf you two were standing beside, and all kinds of nasty magic ingredients and unknown potions spilled on you. You rush to the emergency chemical shower and help scrub each other down, worried sick. …and of course you make out in the shower stall, only a curtain between you and potential witnesses.
Your time under the influence of the love potion is half spent in the infirmary encouraging each other to choke down antidotes and waiting for additional spells to wear off. The nurse can’t stop him from pushing his cot next to yours as you both sleep off your various effects, waking to dab each other’s brow and make them drink water. (It’s all the poor nurse can do to keep the curtains open and ensure someone is always in the room so you two don’t misbehave)
Pls imagine with me: Floyd leaning “casually” against the shelf, and when the targets are in position, he baps the vial off the shelf like a cat.
Thanks for reading! I’m planning to write for twst sometime (this year… probably): first kiss and first time, arranged marriage/fake relationships, and maybe more if I have the ideas 🥰
okay ONE more (promise) (🤞) because I wanted to do full-bodies. :U ...and also I realized that Skully actually needed the coat arms wrapping around him. it was an extremely necessary correction.
(the senior citizen discount joke was originally going to be about kids-eat-free instead, except then I realized that there was no way I could picture them running that scam except this:)
