Oneshots Regulars/Irregulars/SSundeeandcrew

Me trying to write a one shot with promt

He stirred the green potion. If he was done, he was able to get back what he missed the most. The process was a difficult one, but the price of a live was worth it. With the ingredients he collected only for this use he was able to get his love back.

The others just saw the overstressed older one sad about the loss of a regular, not his true emotions. Andrew...I know I never confessed...but I love you, man. Please...please let this work. Phoenix tears, 30° C. Now...the teeth of a tiger, stomped into crumbles. Blood of the reviver. Never told them. But he wouldn't experience the day after Sigils' revival. Oh well. Silver moonlight. Moss of December 24th.

He was almost done, when he felt the tiredness taking over, making him heavy and slow. Even though he never told so, he stayed up late for that project. He suppressed a yawn, before trying to decipher the words of the old book of speels and potions before slowly closing the pot and heading in bed for a few hours. The staircase felt like forever, and he could've sworn hearing a noise once he reached the end of the staircase down in the basement, but at the same time a rat hushed by hunted by their cat Spotty. Yeah, that probably was it. A rat or a mouse. Not like his lab was that interesting anyways. The next staircase was too far away, so he let just drop himself on the couch, the cold moonlight shining on the tired man, who dived in deep sleep before even putting down his shades. His deep breaths filled the living room, covering a slight noise.

But when he woke up in the next morning around seven hours later, something felt wrong. It was just in the ... air. He checked quick his belongings, while trying to tidy his hair. Shades, wallet, phone. Fast he left the room while trying to tame his messy hair and taking to steps in once down the staircase, to face a nightmare. The pot was gone, the potion book closed. The spoon careless laying on the table. With a bad feeling he sprinted upstairs, not caring about shoes, jumping in the car while grabbing his keys, driving unshowered, without cleaning his teeth or even having his morning coffee. It just felt weird. Was it the car missing? The potion gone? The fact it was the 8. April? The last curve to the graveyard. His heart skipping a beat when he saw the car in the parking lot, black with four colours. He left his own car quicker than a lightning, not caring about closing the door, rushing in the graveyard to bump straight in three people holding something. Green liquid running over his face and shades. He tried to cough out the bit he accidentally had swallowed in a delayed reflex. Nico, Henwy and Biffle screamed up in surprise. He was able to see the spell book in Nico's fingers, Henwy's worried expression and Biffle's dislike of his future actions and concern for him now. The world started to move beneath his feet, spinning like a carousel before turning completely black.

Shit. This wasn't supposed happen.

Oneshot promt by generator: „That wasn't supposed to happen." Combined with one of my many ships.