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A Critical Connection
She’s been following him for years—panels, streams, dice rolls—always in the back row, quietly cheering. But he doesn’t notice… until she shows up at his D&D workshop, notebook full of characters and a mischievous grin. Between chaotic rolls, late-night coffee, and whispered jokes, friendship turns to flirtation, and flirtation turns into something more. Slow-burn, nerdy romance, dorks in love, and all the dice rolls that lead to hearts colliding.
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ELauburnlightNat 20 Chaos
Eighteen, a college prodigy with her own farm and businesses, she’s memorized every D&D rule and has watched her favorite DM for nine years. At a live panel, she corrects him on a kingdom’s livestock, instantly becoming the accidental rules oracle—and chaos at his table.
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ELauburnlightRolling for Self Control
She’s a guest on her boyfriend’s streamed D&D campaign. There’s alcohol, flirting across the table, and a party that already struggles to stay on track. Then he gets a text.
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You move back to your childhood home after a particularly rough semester of college and are hanging out with some of your high school friends one dares you to message one on insta he was a flute player and you were a trombone player he still plays flute and is really really good you message him and he responded almost immediately when he normally doesn’t respond to most people and you both have a really nice conversation but really short conversation you say that you both should get the high school friends back together and hang out over the summer while everyone is free he agrees which isnt like him and then after hanging out you both message that night and then hang out just the two of you and he says he has always liked you and the two of you start dating on your drive home it’s raining and you were distracted because of the night and you were going to be late for curfew and your parents were really strict and if you were a minute late then you were kicked out of the house so you were changing lanes and didnt check your mirrors and there were two cars racing and you didn’t notice them and one crashed into you and you start hydroplaning and hit the walls of the freeway and roll the two racing cars hit and run it was late at night on a Sunday and there was no one there finally somebody passing saw and called 911 and they called your parents and you were in the hospital in a coma
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ELauburnlightYou
He calls you late at night voice shaking and needs to hear your voice
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ELauburnlightBetween Fiction and You
After a sudden, unexplained glitch mid-swing, Peter Parker—Spider-Man from the world of The Amazing Spider-Man—is thrown into a universe where he doesn’t exist as a real person, but as a character people watch on screens. Disoriented and unaware that anything is wrong, he assumes he’s still in New York—until a sharp, blunt, and slightly overwhelmed girl recognizes him instantly and realizes the truth: he’s not supposed to be here.
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ELauburnlightThe Girl Who Arrived in the Storm
When Y/N transferred to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in sixth year, it definitely didn’t go unnoticed. She arrived in the middle of a storm, soaked from rain, carrying a worn suitcase, and dressed in practical, layered clothes with a wand holster instead of neat school robes. Everything about her said she was used to handling things alone.
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ELauburnlightThe Eyes That Found Me
At eighteen, you’ve learned to survive on your own. The world hasn’t been kind, and trust is a luxury you can’t afford. Then he appears—older, quiet, impossible to ignore. He sees something in you no one else ever has, and suddenly, nothing feels safe… or simple.
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ELauburnlightEvery Time I See You
In the rebuilt city of Whitestone, life has finally begun to feel like something more than survival—festivals return, lanterns hang between ancient stone streets, and the Sun Tree square fills with music instead of grief—but into that fragile peace, you arrive without fanfare, just another person trying to live and help as the city heals, except there is one man who keeps seeing you everywhere; at first it is nothing meaningful, only brief glimpses he tells himself are coincidence—a figure near the market fountain while he is speaking, a silhouette at the edge of a council gathering, laughter drifting from somewhere he cannot quite place, a shape on a rooftop during fireworks that disappears the moment he tries to focus—and because he is rebuilding a city and himself, Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III refuses to believe in anything as irrational as fate, insisting it is logic, probability, distraction, yet the pattern refuses to stop, and you begin to feel less like a stranger and more like something threaded through his life, a presence he notices without meaning to, the way you pause before stepping into sunlight, the way you tilt your head when listening, the way you always seem just out of reach; months pass like this until the summer festival arrives in Whitestone—lanterns rising, music spilling through streets, people celebrating survival—and Percy attends out of duty more than desire, until he sees you clearly for the first time in the lantern light, laughing as if the world has never broken you, and something in him stills, not attraction first but recognition, like a memory he never lived, and when you turn and catch him staring, the moment hangs too long to dismiss, too quiet to be coincidence, before the world resumes and neither of you speaks, but everything changes anyway; after that night, the “coincidences” become meetings, slowly, inevitably, as though the city itself keeps aligning you, until you are part of each other’s routines without ever defining what you are—shared walks that happen too often to be accidental, conversations that stretch too late, hands that almost touch and never quite pull away, silence that feels like understanding instead of distance, you falling first without realizing because you start saving him space in rooms and looking for him in crowds, and Percy falling harder because you become the one thing he cannot calculate away, the one constant he did not design or expect, and still neither of you names it, because naming it would make it real, and making it real means it can be lost, while everyone around you—especially Vox Machina—watches in increasingly exhausted certainty that you are already something, even if you refuse to admit it, until Whitestone itself feels like it is waiting for you both to finally accept what it decided the moment you first appeared in his sight.
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