#tiny kiddos causing literal natural disasters

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ok but the ghibli vibes of @triona-tribblescore 's wandering guardian au???

like i could live in this world forever tbh

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Disaster Potion (Part 1?)

Finally!!! It took me so fucking long...

Summary: Roman tried making a Love Potion, what could go wrong, right?

Thanks amazing @moiraburtons for being an amazing beta.

Tag: @monikastec, @manuggets, @dinossaur-head , @could-always-be-gayer

Lenght: around 2.4k

Rating: T because i have a potty ass mouth, so swearing...

Ship: Prinxiety(main) 

“Roman, tell me again how this mess begun, it still doesn’t make any sense to me.” Logan said putting a hand over his forehead, feeling a migraine starting to kick in.

“Weeeeeeell…”

It was a sunny day outside, and he was so booooored.

Roman was in class looking at the window, daydreaming. He hated Potions class. To be honest he didn’t hate the class, he hated the teacher. Miss Morisson was a stuck-up Gryffindor who tough she was the perfect human being, that woman was the worst example of his house he could find by far. She was an asshole, absolutely the worst.

Miss Morisson, her whole being made Roman want to throw up. Ugly on the inside just as much as on the outside, the woman was in her late forties, with a humped back and crooked nose like a typical Disney villain. Her mouth was always tightly closed and was so thin that you could only see a slight line of a pale pink lipstick on her lips. Those mud colored dead fish eyes never seemed to focus on anything remotely good around her. It was like she had an Instagram filter to make every single thing sour and ugly.

Even though he hated his teacher, Roman heard something that picked his interest.

Love Potion.

If Roman was a cat or a dog probably his ears would have perked up in interest at those two simple words, the idea of a love potion sounded amazing. It was almost literally putting love itself in a bottle. Almost. Roman was not an idiot, he knew that the felling provided by the potion would never be like real love, but he couldn’t help but be fascinated at how many uses it might have besides romantic love. For the first time in a few weeks, he actually paid attention to his potions class, even if Miss Morisson’s face didn’t make it very easy.

Miss Morisson talked about all the applications Love potions have, how often they were used on the course of history, be it as aphrodisiacs or low-key versions of the potion that only ignited platonic love, often used for political gatherings ensuring a friendlier environment. Or the ones used by assassins to seduce their victims, making it easier to complete their job. It was like a whole new world, and for once Roman felt excited about the whole idea of the class.

As soon as Roman got out of the classroom, he ran to the library looking for a few guides to make his own love potion. He wanted to understand everything about it, for once excited, finally there was a way to mix romance and study, he would be able to exercise his creative side, changing small details in the potions to see the different outcomes and the reactions which would entice in people.

After gathering all the things needed, Roman returned to his dormitory and tested all possible different combinations of ingredients and measures he found in books, putting them into colorful tiny bottles. There were six of them, all different colors: purple, light pink, red, orange, navy blue and green. After putting labels of what kind of potions he made, it was time to see what they could do... Who –he would use as guinea pig? could help him with this? Roman put his first, the red one, potion in one of his vest’s pockets and wondered around the corridors, until he heard Patton’s unmistakable cheerful voice.

         Patton Sanders was probably one of his first friends in Hogwarts. The HufflePufff was bubbly and fun to be around and 99% of the time, a smile was placed between his soft freckles adorned cheeks. With his light blue eyes framed by a thick pair of pink glasses, Patton was a few inches shorter than Roman, but since he was often jumping while he talked, not everyone could notice that. For being so friendly, it was no surprise when everyone asked him to be the House's monitor. Also, due to his caring nature, everyone basically just started calling him Dad and in response to that, Patton begun to call all other students, be them older or younger; kiddos, child, his children and its different variations.

Apparently, he was enthusiastically chatting to someone about his last Magical Beasts class, jumping up and down, waving his hands and throwing them in the air. Turning around, in the corner of the hall, he saw Pat facing his cousin, Virgil, who had his back turned to Roman’s direction. The Gryffindor boy smiled despite himself, seeing his friends was the highlight of most his days, along with playing quidditch, but seeing Virgil was on a whole other level. They usually didn’t even talk much, since the shorter boy was far too shy, but occasionally they would share few jokes or teasing comments that made Virgil’s face show lots of different interesting emotions.

Ah… Virgil, Virgil Sanders, he could talk about that boy for hours. Starting from his extremely expressive hazel eyes, framed by thick long eyelashes. He always seemed worried about how much people could read into his eyes, so he usually hid them behind his purple bangs and heavy layers of dark eyeshadow. Just like his cousin, freckles adorned his cheeks, even if he always had them covered by layers and layers of white foundation. But aside from their freckles, the two Hufflepuffs were completely different, while Patton was an extroverted bubble of happiness, Virgil was a small ball of social anxiety. Virgil’s nature made his shy smiles even more valuable, when you were able to see those full lips curl in a smile directed at you, it could make your heart flutter. It was the best feeling ever.

Roman cleared his throat, making his presence known. Both Hufflepuffs looked at Roman, while Patton waved excitedly at him smiling broadly, Virgil gave a little smile and averted his eyes, ‘Was that a blush behind all that white foundation? Nah, Roman don’t get your hopes up’.

“Hey there, Pat, little storm cloud.”

“Hi kiddo” “Hey there yourself, Princey”

The Potion forgotten, for now, the three teens carried on a conversation for a few minutes. It had become a thing for Roman and Virgil, the snarky comments and all of that, even if they sometimes got into discussions where the pet names could get a little mean. What could Roman do? Virgil was sweet but at the same time he felt like the purple haired boy could get on his nerves in a heartbeat, their social interactions were always interesting, no one knew how it would end, if everything would end up with playful teasing or screams from one of them, or both, really.

Today seemed like a peaceful one, at least Virgil-Roman interaction wise, after the few moments in the hall, the three boys decided to go get some air outside. It was autumn so the weather is very relaxing and even the little ball of anxiety agreed to go, which was a sign that they could not show any hesitation, or else there wouldn’t be an opportunity like that anytime soon.

They sat under a huge tree in companionable silence for a few minutes, appreciating the air and the grass smell. That’s till they heard a rather loud thud that startled all of them, mostly Virgil. Looking up, the three boys saw what caused the loud noise, there was a quaffle stuck in a branch of the three they were under. Probably a few people from the quidditch team were playing for fun and someone must have thrown it too far.

“What the f-” Virgil’s eyes snapped open, looking for what on earth made that noise.

Don’t you dare to finish that sentence, mister.”

“I was going to say… fudge?” Virgil shrugged and tried to cover in, but in contrary to popular belief, Patton wasn’t that innocent.

“I’ll let it slip.”

“Sorry.” Virgil mumbled.

Roman watched their interaction with a fond smile on his face. Then, he saw his friend Terrance, the captain of Gryffindor's quidditch team, waving at him.

“Hey Roman, could you get our quaffle for us?” Terence said loudly from afar.

“Aye, aye captain” Roman did a mock salute, making Terence laugh.

Terence was such an amazing human being. The dark skinned deity was one of his best friends, since they both tried out for the team five years ago. Now Terence was the captain, the best he knew. Terence was so incredible that he could make a plan and turn a game from 0 to 100 in minutes. The boy was gifted, and not to talk about funny, he was hilarious, soft spoken and smiles all around.

Roman then started climbing the tree, with a little push from Pat so he could get a grab of one of the lower branches. In less than two minutes Roman found himself sat on one of the higher ones, reaching for the ball. But, when he was almost getting the quaffle, Roman heard a popping noise, followed by the sound of something spilling. He gathered the ball in his arms and froze in place and when he looked down his fears had proven themselves right. Probably during the day, the bottle’s cork had loosened up. The love potion had spilled from his pocket, and all his hard work was wasted on the grass.

That’s when Roman processed a familiar scream, Virgil’s. Then, Roman looked down to notice that the potion didn’t hit the floor, it hit the purple haired boy’s head. A sweet smell flared through his nostrils, it smelled like freshly made tea and mint. Roman liked the smell but Virgil seemed to hate the whole situation if his expression was anything to go by.

Roman quickly jumped down from the tree and threw the quaffle over to Terence, who thanked him and went back to his other friends, not noticing what had just happened. Turning back to face the Hufflepuff cousins, Virgil looked furious covered in a pinkish substance, while Patton had a concerned looking face.

“Roman! What the flying fuck is this thing?” Roman grimaced at Virgil’s tone, but he could understand the boy, he must be stressed and even scared of what was all of this. Even Patton refrained from scolding him for the bad word, knowing his cousin wasn’t in the mood.

“I’m so sorry Virgil it was a potion I was test-”

“WTF! A potion? Testing? What’s wrong with you?” Virgil’s breath hitched, imagining the worse possibilities he could.

“Breathe, Virge. I’m sure it isn’t anything dangerous, right?” Patton looked at Roman expectantly.

“I-It’s a love potion? Or at least was supposed to be one? I tried to gather different recipes from different books, but I don’t know if they work, so I wanted to test them, but the cork slipped and ended up spilling it everywhere.”

“Oh my Merlin, what does this thing even do?” At this point, Virgil was almost shrieking.

“That’s the issue, I don’ really... know?” Roman tried for a sympathetic smile.

Virgil sighed, what would happen now? That is, if anything was going to happen at all.

The three of them stared at the sky, at loss of what to do, at some point, Patton had to go fulfill his duties as a monitor, leaving Roman and Virgil alone.

“Virgil? Do you feel anything different?” Roman was both, concerned and curious.

“Not really, I could smell something sweet when it spilled but not anymore. Maybe it failed?” Virgil shrugged.

“Aw, what a bummer...” Roman teased, earning a playful push on the shoulder, and one of those shy smiles, Vigil looked relieved that there was nothing wrong with him.

Then everything was perfectly norm-

“Oh my! I must be blind cause I never noticed such a beauty on our school. Have you been hiding on the corners of my mind, living inside my dreams?” Both boys froze, as a random guy who passed by them sniffed the air and took Virgil’s hand on his own, kissing the top of it. Then the boy continued, “The name is Shea, here is my number for when you get tired from running through my mind all day long.” The guy, Shea, winked and left without even getting a proper response from Virgil leaving a paper with what he assumed was the guy’s number.

“W-we-well, it must be some sort of punishment prank right?” Virgil said starting to feel more and more nervous by the second.

“Don’t worry, panic at the everywhere, no one would say those lines right?” Roman let out a nervous laugh, Virgil started laughing nervously too.

“Yeah, yeah, totally lame right?” There was something in Virgil’s eyes besides the nervousness, but the Gryffindor couldn’t point what was it.

“Let’s go get something to eat-” Roman was interrupted by a light and careful tap on Virgil’s shoulders. It was a short girl, a ravenclaw, laying with the tips of her braids, red faced and shy looking.

“Uhm, sorry, but I couldn’t help noticing you look like you might be an amazing person, I wanted to know if you’d be up to go out on a d-date with me sometime?” Her face looked impossibly redder than before, that’s when it hit both of them.

The potion works.

“Hm, hi, i-it’s v-very sw-sw-sweet of you but I’m gay so…” Virgil seemed to have a hard time talking to strangers, Roman felt proud of him for trying so hard to let the girl down easy.

“O-Oh, sorry, then… I hope it’d be okay for me to talk to you in the future, tough. My name is Carol.”

“Hm, sure, my name is Virgil.” They shook hands awkwardly and parted ways.

After she left they looked at each other and said in union.

“Fuck.”

                                                                                  “Then... I came here running looking for you so we had someone who could calmly deal with this mess.”

“So, Virgil basically transformed into a giant ‘love magnet’ for the whole school, and you don’t know how long the effect will stay active or even the exact effect your potion had?”

“That’s pretty much it”

“And where’s Virgil?”

“I asked Pat to be with him while I was looking for you so Virgil wouldn’t be alone with everyone trying to get a piece of him.”

“Okay, then, let’s get to work.” Logan sighed, this was going to be so much work.