Problems with Love Potions~ VampMickwald Oneshots

Love Potion #1 or Your mind says 'No' but your body says 'Yes'

Hello Ladies and Gentlemen! I have decided to try some more Mickwald one-shots. Don't worry I'm going to work on my other stories too. !VampireMickeyX!VampireHunterOswald. Mickey is making love potions to woo Oswald. Let's just say in most of my one-shots it doesn't go well (at least for Oswald, it doesn't) Note: Oswald secretly loves Mickey, but he doesn't want to admit it for fear of rejection. Also sorry if Vampire Mickey is little OOC in this one.

Since becoming a vampire, Mickey was given all sorts of powers: from changing into a fleet of bats, using the powers of darkness, to even charming women. Too bad for Mickey, the person his undead heart craved for was a male. Not only that, but he was the well-known vampire hunter: Oswald Van Helsing. Yes, Mickey fell in love with the rabbit the moment he stormed into his castle to challenge him. The countless fights, threats, and denial of loving the vampire only fueled Mickey's infatuation with him. What's a love-sick vampire mouse to do? Every time he would trap Oswald within his grasp, he somehow managed to slip away. Talk about playing hard to get, but that's what Mickey adored most about his cute stubborn bunny.

After the last failure to woo his little rabbit, he decided to use another form of magic: making a love potion. Despite being a vampire, Mickey grew up a well-rounded individual and an expert master of spells and potions. Mickey would think that making potions had a lot in common with making a good meal. He would search high and low to collect the freshest ingredients, dedicated his time to complete his work; making sure there were no errors. If only the love of his life would notice this about him instead of avoiding him. When he wasn't out sucking blood or pursuing his love-interest, he enjoyed making potions. Today, he was in a particular merry mood for it, adding in a few more phoenix feathers as he stirred his giant cauldron. His smile grew as he watched the liquid change color and triumphantly waved a ladle in the air. "Excellent! Just a few more minutes, and it should be finished! It's very important to let this potion reach the perfect temperature." He hopped off of his stool while he gently poked at the kindle beneath the cauldron. "But there's also got to be time for it to cool off. Wouldn't want to burn off anyone's tongue!"

"Yeah, that would be really bad." Mickey's dinner date grumbled as he continued to struggle in his seat. "Almost as bad as knocking a guy out, kidnapping him, and tying him to a chair!" In hindsight, Oswald probably shouldn't have entered that dark alley alone just because he thought he heard a woman scream 'vampire'. He should have realized by now that the love-sick vampire would take any given opportunity to snatch and make the hunter his-or in that instance, knock him out with a sleep spell while skipping merrily to his castle. At least he was well rested for dinner. "Seriously Mickey, I would love stay and dine with you but I got a full schedule of other monsters to hunt."

"Ah-Ah-Ah my love. You've been working way too hard, and a man has to eat." He hummed a few notes as he casually walked around his grand kitchen, collecting a glass vial and then returning to the cauldron, dipping the vial into the cauldron to fill it up. "And nothing will fill you up like a good old love potion made by yours truly!" He paid no mind to the smog emitted from his cauldron, that took on the form of a skull and crossbones. Oswald uselessly leaned back, his restrained wrists and ankles wriggling around. "Uh... You really don't have to Mickey. I'm not that hungry."

"Nonsense Ozzy love,  you're as thin as a stick. I simply won't have the love of my life exhausted after we make out." With the glass vial full, he walked over to Oswald sitting comfortably in his lap. "Now open wide my cute little hunter!" Of course, when the vampire held the glass up to him, Oswald shut his mouth. "Come on now darling! Are you sure you're a rabbit? Didn't your mother always tell you to eat your greens?" Mickey wiggled the vial, at him, and granted, the liquid was indeed green; glowing neon and somehow still bubbling. Oswald would not budge, not for all the poking and prodding Mickey put him through. "Hmm..still stubborn I see, maybe if I tickle you or..." He slid an arm behind the rabbit's neck grinning in sheer delight. "Would you prefer I use mouth-to-mouth?"