Caesar Clown ♡ One Shots ♡

Love Potion

Lmaoooo nobody look at me i love this skrunkly mfer <3 Happy valentine's day hoes

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Time... Free time was a thing you were finding harder and harder to come by lately. You had picked up a new project, and it had all your attention for the past two weeks; from the 31st of January to be exact. Things had hardly been easy, because this was a project you had been dying to work on, you just needed to find the perfect excuse to do it, and that had been presented to you. For two weeks you knew nothing beyond this project, being constantly away collecting samples or locked up in your room doing paperwork. It was really important to you, and it had taken up so much of your time... that you hadn't realized exactly how little attention you had been giving your partner Caesar.

Lab partner, yes. Romantic partner, also yes. The two of you were catalysts for each other in more ways than one, so when you became more absent, he became more... Irritable. Now he knew you weren't avoiding him on purpose, but he loved to be a bit of a disturbance here and there, so when you turned him away for a stack of paperwork at least three times a day for two weeks straight, it was understandable as to why he was upset. Especially since it was the night before Valentine's Day, and it was damn near midnight without you being anywhere inside the facility. Despite all his staff, he was completely, and utterly alone.

He wouldn't be for long though, but he did not know that yet.

You returned to the lab at 11:47 P.M. It was so painfully late, but you had finally managed to collect a critical piece of data that you had been looking for. It was incredibly exciting for you, so much so that you made a beeline for Caesar's personal lab to quickly compile data and get started on the latter halves of many things in your project. Why Caesar's lab? Because that's where the best equipment was, and he gave you complete access to it at all times as his lover.

Since it was so late, you had expected his lab to be empty. Instead, when the doors slid open, you were greeted by his massive mane of hair and gaseous lab coat slumped over on the table directly in front of you. The mere fact that his heaping form was there startled you a bit, but when he did not move upon the sound of the doors opening, you relaxed, yet wondered why he wasn't responsive.

"Caesar?" You called out, getting no response.

That was weird. The man was usually unable to shut up, let alone ignore you, so you crept up behind him only to find out he was sound asleep face down in strewn about papers, cups, and liquor bottles.

"Oh... Caesar." You huffed softly, standing at his side. "... wait, is that..."

When you had come around to try and gently rouse him, you saw something that you did not like. Sitting off to the side was a dried up, half eaten wake shroom, and at first, you were pissed. Not just because you were in short supply of those, but because of the health risks associated with eating too many. There was a moment where you considered waking him up abruptly to give him shit for touching the supply in the first place, but then you calmed yourself, deciding to assess the situation first. He was sleeping, so he couldn't have had more than a single bite.

"Tsk... what were you doing that required you to eat part of that damn thing..." You muttered, pushing some of his hair out of the way to glance at his peaceful expression. "Just how long have you been up?"

The analysis report you had intended to write was all but forgotten as you scanned the table he was slumped at for a reason, all while trying to recall just how long Caesar had been awake before this. You don't know why you didn't notice it before, but the 'experiment' on the table wasn't really an experiment at all. It was mixology, and the title of the first sheet of paper you picked up was 'The Love Potion' in big red letters with crudely drawn hearts scrawled all over the margins. The earliest recorded attempt at making the cocktail was written at 3:04 in the morning... Today. This additionally meant that he had been up for well over a day, all to attempt to make a silly Valentine's Day cocktail.