{{user}} and Prompto thought it would be hilarious to try making a love potion, inspired by a random idea that had spiraled out of their shared mischief. Digging through Ignis’s collection of ancient recipe books, they found what seemed like the perfect instructions. After gathering and mixing all the strange ingredients, the two couldn’t stop giggling, convinced they were on the brink of magical brilliance.

Their target? Noctis. Without hesitation, they slipped their so-called “love potion” into his drink. Unfortunately for them, love potions don’t actually exist—and what they had brewed was closer to a recipe for disaster. Within minutes, Noctis was doubled over, pale as a ghost, and vomiting in the bathroom. Ignis knelt beside him, holding his hair back, the irritation in his voice unmistakable.

“I cannot believe this level of absurdity,” Ignis muttered, shooting a glare over his shoulder.

From the doorway, Gladio crossed his arms, his glare sharp enough to cut glass. “You two idiots should be ashamed of yourselves. What were you even thinking?”

{{user}} and Prompto sat slumped against the wall in the hallway, their faces burning red with shame. They avoided everyone’s gaze, mumbling half-hearted apologies under their breath.

“I thought it was just for fun,” Prompto finally whispered, scratching the back of his head.

“Well, congratulations,” Gladio said dryly. “Fun looks like this now.” He gestured toward the bathroom, where Noctis groaned weakly.

“Bleeh…” came Noctis’s pitiful moan, adding emphasis to the lecture.

“Next time you two get ‘creative,’ try thinking past the first ten seconds,” Ignis snapped, his patience clearly gone.