Love Potion Gone Wrong [Black Hat x Dr. Flug]

Dinner Date

When Black Hat and Flug walked back into the mansion from their date, the first thing they saw was pizza boxes, soda cans, and candy wrappers littered everywhere. At this, Flug got even more grumpy than he already was from that hellish Zumba date, for he knew his ass would have to clean it up. The next thing they saw, however, was Dementia literally running on the walls, obviously on a sugar high. 5.0.5 walked into the room, giving the couple an apologetic look.

"What happened here?" Black Hat glared at the lizard girl, giving a murderous aura off as she still scampered along the dark walls.

"5.0.5 let me order pizza, you silly goose!" Dementia giggled, leaving muddy footprints on the walls.

The eldritch sighed and rested his hand on his temples, "Yes, I noticed that."

"Don't tell me I have to clean this up," Flug crossed his arms, ready to lose his shit.

In return, Black Hat pulled him into a hug, kissing him on the cheek, "Of course not, honey. Dementia will."

Said lizard hybrid crashed into the floor and groaned when she heard those words.

"Aw man! Do I have to? It's 5.0.5's fault for being a bad babysitter!"

"Yes, you're going to clean this up. End of discussion," The eldritch proceeded to pull Flug closer and whispered seductively into his ear, "Now, how about you join me for dinner tonight?"

The Doctor rolled his eyes, but still nodded in agreement as Black Hat pulled him into a kiss, absentmindedly returning it.

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Flug paced around in his lab; Black Hat was preparing dinner and he was currently trying to finish the antidote to the potion that caused all this nonsense. Nonsense that he secretly loves anyway.

He glanced over some notes he took the other day while trying to figure this mess out. As his eyes scanned over said notes, he finally found the answer to his problems!

"That's it! All I had to add was that!" Flug whipped out his test tubes and beakers, putting stuff together in it, "Bossman will no longer be in love with me!"

He frowned after he said that; does he really want to stop his boss from returning the love he had bottled up inside for him for all these years?

He stopped in his tracks, "Maybe I shouldn't do this..."

"What?! You better not!" Dementia screamed as she fell off the lab ceiling, double stopping Flug in his tracks, "You said you were going to cure him!"

"I will! I will!" He continued to pour unknown liquids into the test tubes, sighing.

Dementia dashed out the room at this, leaving the scientist alone to finish the antidote.

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Flug sat down at the dining table, which had been temporarily transformed from one of those fancy long tables to a more intimate two-seat table. Black Hat was still in the kitchen, getting ready to bring out the food, so Flug decided to be sneaky.

He glanced around to make sure his boss was still in the kitchen and then quickly dumped the whole antidote into Black Hat's wine glass.

He did it just in time, because right after he did that, the eldritch waltzed through the door holding two plates of something. He placed a plate in front of Flug and one in front of himself.

The scientist looked down at the food placed in front of him, "Are these pizza rolls?"

"Yes, I microwaved them myself" Black Hat responded proudly.

Flug nodded, knowing that the demon probably does not know how to cook; 5.0.5 usually does the cooking.

"Aren't they romantic? I read online that they are." The eldritch continued.

Flug held back a laugh, "Yes, they're very romantic."

Black Hat picked up his wine glass at that and made a gesture for Flug to toast with him. The scientist gulped at this, knowing what is to happen next. Nevertheless, he picked up the glass and clinked it against his boss's and they both drank.

(A/N): Ooh a cliff hanger! Sorry this one came a bit late, guys! I try to update every weekend, but last weekend was a bit busy. Have a good one, y'all!