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I had an idea for the Calloway crew to be hanging out at a diner with our poor DM serving us cute food (since she keeps serving us such delicious plot 😈)

The kids are at the kids table, the beach is outside, and of course I also had to include my favorite rat man as an honorary member✨

As always~

Sting: @worldsokayestmagicalgirl

Adalon: @zrllosyn

Cahwel (and our lovely DM): @kyroki

The second couple is Loretta and Egon 🎲🐍

They are my resident crack ship ‘cus, despite being god, they aren’t actually a couple in cannon 😭 They would be such a power couple that is slightly toxic yet so healthy for each other specially. Hey who knows, maybe one day they can actually get together in cannon (as long as my pcs don’t blow up the world first 😅 lol)

Give a round of applause once again for @worldsokayestmagicalgirl’s A++ fanfic writing skills ✨:

Moments like these are few and far between. When a Princess, and a son of a High Nobel house from a neighboring kingdom, who in any other circumstance, have no reason to meet, suddenly enter each other's orbit.

A sudden meeting of eyes across the floor. Accidental and electrifying. A jolt from a live wire. The young Lord New Haven is no stranger to the feeling. Though this might be the first time it has happened outside his lab.

He usually doesn't stray far from his sister's side during events like this. She's the heir, and a social butterfly who always knows exactly what to say an when. He's more than content to stand back and people watch.

And watch he does.

His mind takes him elsewhere, as he continues to think about the schematics he left on his work table back home. It takes him a moment to realize his eyes have been fixed on swirl of burgundy silk and glittering gold.

The young lady wearing it is captivating, like one of those poison flowers that lures you in in with bright colors and sweet perfume. Something about her seems dangerous, even if he can't quite put his finger on it.

Her dance partner dips her, and when she reaches the deepest point, her eyes flash open, staring straight into his soul.

Pink eyes.

Wait. Shit-

There's a moment of fear once he realizes who he's been staring at.

He shakes his head, noticing only now how far he's drifted from his sister's side. She's halfway across the ballroom now. He looks back to the Princess, now back on her feet and staring back at him over her partner's shoulder. His jaw drops.

He can't help it. He can't stop. She dances, song after song. Countless partners, but her eyes always finds his in the crowd.

His palms itch. It feels like a tease.

But how could he ask the *Princess of Maradolth* to dance?

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Princess Loretta Fairaway is used to being overlooked. And the few times she is the subject of such intense focus usually meant there was about to be an attempt on her life.

So when she meets those venom green eyes and finds...Wonder instead of killing intent? Well, that might be a first.

It's not often she's caught but surprise like this. But this boy, who seems unable to pick his jaw up off the floor as he stares at her with completely open awe, seems like the least dangerous person she's ever met.

It's still a gamble, of course. But she thinks she likes her odds.

As she dances with an endless stream of faceless nobodys, they inch closer and closer towards each other. He does not dance with anyone, but seems to drift closer to her.

Almost as if pullled by a force greater than himself.

She smirks, eyeing him.

It's a challenge.

Ask me. Dance with me if you dare.

She wonders how long it will take before he breaks.

Her heels click on the ballroom floor, and if she didn't know any better, she'd say they sound almost like dice, clicking together as they're about to be tossed.