#omega Poe

[blxkstar]

Come join the Rebellion against the empire!!!

I made a playlist for the Star Wars Rebellion! Please come check it out!

[casual-violinist-fangirl]

The Bad Batch and the Mandolorian really do be propping up and trying to breathe life into this one disaster of a line from Rise of Skywalker:

“SoMeHoW😂

[stardustandash]

Now I may be misremembering the movies, but I'm pretty sure in either The Force Awakens or The Last Jedi Poe pulls off a manoeuver that's similar to the Tech Turn.

Which, as a child of a Rebel pilot, he probably learned from another Rebel pilot.

Omega helped teach Poe how to fly like a maniac

[totallyunidentified]

Auntie Omega

A/n This is dedicated to my best friend who gave me this idea and let me run with it.

Omega lives to see the fall of the Empire and the rise of the First Order. She joins Leia and helps train pilots for the resistance. 

This is a part one of what I’m hoping to make a longer series

I hope you enjoy!!

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“Leia, I'm just about done.”

Omega looks at her old friend who she had been fighting alongside since the early days of the Rebellion. In the years between the Empire’s fall and the first order’s rise the two had always been friends. Wrinkles had started to show on her face as much as they did on her own.Growing up and old together. Leia had accompanied Omega to visit Pabu many times, and was with Omega when she returned home the three times when it was the hardest. She had held her as she cried and reminded her that, though her brothers were gone, she was not alone. She would always have her fellow Rebels and she’d always have Leia.

“I don’t know why you would think that, You know as well as I do these pilots aren’t gonna train themselves. I need you here, Mega.”

“I know, I know,” Omega chuckles. “I just want to retire to Pabu, like my brothers did. I’ve had twice as many years as they got, I want to be able to put fresh flowers on their markers and watch Batcher’s great grand pups play on the beach. Wrecker’s kids aren’t getting any younger, I want to see them grow.��

They’d had this conversation before, sitting at this very briefing table. Omega felt done. The First Order was relentless and she didn’t want to lose any more people she loved. She fiddles with the necklace around her neck as Leia speaks.

“How ‘bout this? I’ve got this one kid — huge pain in my ass,you’ll love him — he needs training. He’s already good but you can make him great.”

“You are trying to appeal to my ego,”

“Is it working?”

“….yes,” Omega grumbles as Leia laughs

“Listen Megs, this kid is crazy. You were trained by crazy.”

“Hey!”

“You said that yourself! Crazy knows crazy so I need you to train him. You’ll like him, I promise. You’ve trained all my best pilots. Who was that last girl? Hillary? Holland? Oh, Holly! That’s it. You made her one of our best. She’s just about as good as Luke was, you know.”

Omega sighs, leaning more onto the table.

“Fine. But if he's a little shit then you owe me dinner.”

“Add it to my tab,” Leia laughs and stands up, motioning for Omega to follow her. They walk out of the briefing room and down the hall to the hangar, passing many who either greet or salute them as they pass. Both women smile and salute in return. Everyone on base had almost grown up with Aunt Omega and General Leia. If they hadn’t then they were surprised to find that Omega would adopt them eventually.

If Omega didn’t personally adopt you then she found you others who would be your family. She knew what it felt like to be isolated while surrounded by people. If she saw you sitting by yourself then she made sure to send someone else over and would make you start talking to each other. Omega always had an uncanny ability to bring people together exactly how they needed it.

As they walk into the hangar they squint as the bright sun comes through the open hangar doors.They hear it before they see it. Two figures, one man and one woman, both human,both in flight suits. Pilots. The space between them narrows as their voices get louder.

“You can’t shut off the karking engine mid-flight!” the woman yells up at the man in front of her.

“With enough altitude and, oh I dunno, life and death, then yes! I can!” the man yells back.

The pair is nearly nose-to-nose by the time Omega steps in.

“You two! Holly, you’ve got a cooler head than this.Tell me what's going on.”

“This nerfherder thinks that shutting the engines off would make for an effective escape strategy.”

“In the sky, or out in space?”

“In the sky, Aunt Mega. He’s got a kriffing death wish.”

Omega looks at the young man,standing there with his arms crossed and chest heaving. He’s ready for a fight.

“Well? In the sky would you turn your engine off?”

“He said tha—”

Omega holds up her hand, quietening Holly immediately.

“No. I want to hear this from him. It is his idea after all. So Mr. Trouble-maker…”

“Poe.”

“Gesundheit. Mr. Trouble-maker, care to explain why you think killing your engines in the middle of a battle would help you in any way?” Omega questions.

Poe thinks over his answer before beginning what she knew would be a long-winded speech bloated with chest-puffing and exaggeration. She knew both well.

“Well, as I was saying to my lovely acquaintance — Holly, was it —,if you’re skilled enough, a pilot could kill your engines only halfway and dropped behind enemy fighters and become the one doing the chasing.”

He finishes his explanation with a nod to a glowering Holly and turns his gaze back to the woman in front of him.

Poe had heard of the “Aunt Omega” of base camp. In her eyes there was a sparkle that spoke of wisdom, kindness, and love. Her hair is white as Hoth, held back by a red bandana,her face covered in laugh-lines that were evidence of a good life full of happiness. Everyone said that she was kind, loving, caring, and more. They also said she was hard-headed, extremely quick, and took no bullshit from anyone.

“Your response, Holly?” Omega turns to Holly looking to create a discussion instead of an argument.

“I said bullshit because your engines wouldn’t be able to turn off and then back on quickly enough to escape.”

“Half off,” Poe snaps back.

“Oh yeah well I’m gonna cut half your—“

Holly isn’t able to finish her sentence before Omega stops her once again.

“Thrusters.”

“Pardon?” Poe looks at Omega incredulously

“Not the engine but the thrusters. You have to lower the thrusters and pull back if you even hope to dream of finishing that tight of a turn.Technically, it could be possible if you lowered your thrusters to slow down already but kept the engines primed when you shut them off. And then turned them back on and immediately throttled all the way up.” Omega says, rubbing her chin in thought, though she already knows the answer. Her brother had taught her this years ago.

Poe turns to Holly and very maturely sticks his tongue out. She flips him off in return.

“All right, all right. Since you two have decided to be as immature as possible, why don't you test this out?”

“Mega, I don't know if that's a good idea,” Leia tries to start before Omega shoots her a trust me look.

“Those two x-wings have your names on them. Troublemaker, you get to test your theory and if you’re wrong, Holly you get to take out your frustrations in a game of tag,”

“Tag? What are we, twelve?”

“Did you play tag in x-wings at twelve years old?”

“Wouldn't you like to know, flyboy”

“Real mature.”

“You’re one to talk.”

Leia and Omega watch the two bicker before looking at each other and laughing, grinning at the next generation of youngsters who would be taking their places.

“If you two are done, I want to see what you’re made of. Go.”

The pilots shoot one last glare at each other before racing to their x-wings,throwing on their helmets, each one trying to beat the other to their ship. They carefully race through their pre-flight checks obviously safety is a large concern when playing tag with an X-wing.

“I’ll give you a couple seconds head start, Troublemaker.” Holly can be heard throughout the hangar, Omega turns and sees that there is a group starting to form around a radio connected to the com systems.

“The name’s Poe.”

“Is it?”

“Fifty credits the new kid eats it, Holly’s got this,” one mechanic says as he and another pull up crates for the growing crowd to sit on.

As Holly takes off she makes eye contact with Omega, giving her a two fingered salute.

“See? Crazy needs crazy,” Leia comments as they turn their attention to Poe who had been doing some tricks to warm up.

“You said he could fly, what is it that he's doing now? That's just fancy flippage and twirling.”

“Meh, he's got the foundation. I need you to help build the rest.”

They both practice for several minutes, getting comfortable in their fighters before hearing Omega’s voice through the speakers.

“Alright, I want a nice clean game. The guns are set to simulation so you can shoot as normal without messing up those beautiful paint jobs. Three tags and you're out. Got it?”

“Affirmative Auntie.”

Silence…

“Troublemaker?”

“It's not— ugh! Nevermind, yeah got it,”

The two fighters swing away from each other. The crowd on the ground cheers as Holly spins and hits the accelerator immediately closing in on Poe,

“Tag! You’re it!” Her joyous shout can be heard over the coms. The responding muttered string of curses isn't heard as clearly over the audience’s cheers for their friend.

“That’s one for Holly! Troublemaker, I’m still waiting to see that fancy trick of yours.”

The two fighters round back at each other, playing a game of chicken before they pull away and turn in opposite directions. This time it’s Poe chasing Holly as they zoom through the sky. She manages to evade him for a while as the sun gets lower and lower.

Leia and Omega sit by the radio as more people drop off, leaving to go finish work or rest in their quarters. Finally, after ages of cat and mouse, Holly makes a mistake and Poe lands a tag on her.

“Ha! Tag! How's that feel?

Holly scoffs in frustration as they return to the starting points.

“Alright kids this is taking a while. Next point wins, free for all. Go!”

At first Holly has the upper hand and chases Poe across the sky. Both pilots maneuver their fighters through tight turns and large loops, trying to get the other in their sight.

Eventually Poe gets tired of being chased. It’s time to test his theory.

He makes sure Holly is still behind him before opening a private com channel to her.

“Ready for that special move?”

“Never gonna work, I’m gonna have to fish you out of the jungle after this,” she says confidently as she narrows in on him.

Poe grins under his helmet as he locks the brakes slamming the throttle back, cutting the thrusters off, killing the engine, and spinning around full force before tagging Holly and slamming the thrusters back on and shooting right past her. Spinning around 180 degrees and tagging her before she can even turn her head.

Holly’s frustrated yell can be heard as Poe whoops in celebration.

“Great flying kids, come back in for a landing. We need to talk,” Omega says into the coms.

“That's totally not the scariest phrase in the galaxy.”

“I’m sure you hear it a lot, Troublemaker,.”

“You know what, I'm gonna come up with a name for you and you are not gonna like it.”

“I'd love to see you try.”

The two continue to bicker as they come in for a landing, parking side by side.

Holly jumps out of the x-wing and holds her helmet to her side. She walks towards the two older women still sitting on crates, now the only spectators left.

“Ho-ly shit,” is all she can say as she shakes her hair out and joins Omega and Leia as the sun starts to envelope the room in a golden glow.

“I have to admit Aunt Mega, he is pretty good.You could make him great though,” Holly admits, grinning and giving Omega a hug.

“Not you too! Leia put you up to this didn't she?” Omega realizes she walked straight into a trap as Leia and Holly exchange a knowing look.

“Who, me? Conspire with our favorite General to make sure my Auntie stays here for a little while longer? I would never.” Holly keeps her eyes wide and pouty for Omega who can't help but laugh.

“You little shit, you lost on purpose didn't you?” Omega shakes her head as Poe lands and hops out of his own X-wing. He saunters over, helmet on his hip, winking at Holly as he joins the group.

“Seeing as I won and my nerfherder theory was correct, what’s my prize?”

Holly looks from the General to Poe smirking.

“Lessons with the best.”

“If the lessons are with you, Pretty girl I will never be late to class.”

“Pretty Girl. That's all you got?”

“You don't like it? How about—smart girl?”

“Funny, the lessons are with Auntie Mega. She’s the best around here.” Holly informs Poe who spins to look at a smug Omega who simply waves at him. Holly waves goodbye to the small group as she runs to escape Omega’s glare.

“Alright then, what kind of lessons are we having? You gonna teach me any more tricks? I like that spin, you got a name for it?” Poe questions Omega, rapid fire.

“First you are gonna go get cleaned up, then you are gonna meet me up on that cliff in 15 minutes. I need to destress after dealing with you children.”

With these words Omega turns headed towards the end of the hangar, ready to go to her special place. Her shadow long behind her as the sun continues its descent into the horizon.

[zaptrapp]

Uhhh so in the next ep they’re going to pull a “Somehow Tech returned” right?

This is getting tiring, I want my man Tech out of the cage and thriving.

[commander-writergirl]

If you’re really ok with a/b/o… could you spare some h/cs for alpha!f!reader x omega!poe? Fluff and/or smut 🥹 maybe something about his first heat?

A/N: okay! So I have a short story introducing this idea so that in my A/B/O universe no matter what you are men still get ruts. So for Poe, he would be more easily submissive in his ruts.

I have discussed this before, Poe fakes being an Alpha. It does not work with the reader. She knows he's lying and she picks on him about it.

But the first time she pulls him into her bed, he can't help but want to please her.

He quickly learns that when he catches your scent all he wants to do is gravel at your feet.

It leads to a lot of arguments. and at some point, she breaks down and Poe realizes they are in the same spot.

(Its not normal for women to be alphas and its rare for men to be omegas)

This understanding actually makes it easy when Poe's ready for you to place a claiming mark on him. Though you are sweet about it and place it in an easily hidden place.

When his first rut with you comes around, he's hard the minute he wakes up. He's sweating and growls as he tries to fight it.

At some point, you just grab him and shove him into your quarters. He visibly relaxes but he's shaking and looks at you with pupils blown.

For the next few days, you alternate between riding Poe and praising him while he whimpers and making sure he drinks and eats actual food.

When he finally comes back to himself, Poe spends twenty minutes in the shower, just to bring himself back to the planet after basically spending four days pussy drunk.

It kind of changes your dynamic but it's more of a "when I call, you come" type of way.

Poe becomes protective and you finally get how your father ended up in so many fights. Fiesty omegas mean your alpha ends up in more cantina brawls than you thought possible.

But Poe always apologizes to you and you two have a wound-cleaning session.

[locitapurplepink]

@aintinacage 's Star Wars Moodboards

(Part 5)

Note : I just figured out these moodboards left when I rechecked star wars rebels reblogs. Can't believe I missed those.

1. Star Wars Mix

2. Trials of The Darksaber

3. Holocrons of Fate

4. Wrecker & Lula

[winniethewife]

He does the tech turn!!!!!!!!

[pupsmailbox]

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[irritablepoe]

My ao3 fics - Masterpost

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Bungou Stray Dogs

Multiple Chapters:

how do i say goodbye (22/?) - follows ranpoe's relationship post-canon

embrace the sound of enchantment (3/?) - royal au for ranpoe with ranpo as the prince and poe as his servant

communication methods (7/8) - stalker/yandere poe with a very willing and encouraging ranpo

Ranpoe Oneshots

i could never forget you - ranpo and poe decide to meet up, though even after waiting for an hour, ranpo doesn't show up; hurt/comfort

in the low lamp light i was free - ranpo comes home from defeating fyodor. poe takes care of him

too much at once - poe is overwhelmed at a party; ranpo takes care of him

the feverish heat of yours - omegaverse au, omega!poe and alpha!ranpo

awake on a midsummer night - poe has his obsessive moments. ranpo does too.

do you regret meeting me? - ranpo asks poe exactly that; poe shows him how much he loves him

(un)holy ghost who haunts your home - poe has a dissociative episode when he's outside with ranpo

betrayal from the beginning - poe is kidnapped by fitzgerald; ranpo saves him

meet me on the rooftop - ranpo and poe have a conversation on a rooftop while looking at a sunset

keeping an eye out (while i flirt with you) - bartender au, lots of flirting

you hold me hypnotized, i'm mesmerized - character study/inner monologue of poe

mine to possess - pre-canon poe and his brother talk about ranpo; he's at his worst here

a worthy opponent - may the better one win - pre-canon interaction of ranpoe before the mystery game

i'm sorry - hurt/comfort; self-esteem issues

Other Oneshots:

kill me with your kindness (i'll gladly surrender) - fyolai; fyodor needs a hug

bleeding memories - mushimizo; character study

tell me you're part of me - fyodor and poe meet because of business; fyodor tries to get poe on his side

a hat a day keeps the bad thoughts away - multiple fandoms; crack fic about hats

are you getting sentimental with me now? - poe and fitzgerald; poe is at his worst when he shows up to breakfast; fitzgerald takes care of him

shared grief of broken men - fitzgerald and poe talk a bit about grief and life

courtesy visit - gone wrong (no clickbait) - poe and lovecraft go on a mission together

a ship for the two of us - bramcraft; they're enjoying a meal (a ships crew) together :3

Moriarty The Patriot

pillows to ride on in a maid dress - louis; i'll not elaborate, the title says it all

need a little help with that? - continuation of "pillows to ride on in a maid dress" with james bonde

Vicious

let this bullet pierce you - victor finally hunting eli down

torture me lightly - post-canon; victor sees hallucinations

with my last breath i think of you - victor dies and thinks of eli

Crime and Punishment

your help heals all my wounds (17/?) - post-canon events of crime and punishment; razras; dunya/sonya

affection - oneshot; razras

there will come a soldier and a poet - lotr au; poet!raskolnikov and soldier!razumikhin

Jackaby

not a word of gratitude - jackaby is alone. he'll always end up alone

don't turn away with this heavy heart of yours - abigail and jackaby talk about jackaby's emotions

Arcane

rest now - viktor is extremely sleep-deprived and faints. jayce finds him

these are not all of my fics, if you want more go check out my other works. a lot of them are written for whumptober 2023, so mind the tags on them. mind the tags in general lol.

the fics are all restricted to ao3 users only because of ai scrapping, i'm very sorry

thank you for reading through this and if you decide to read them thank you as well it means a lot to me <3

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[female-hysterics]

May I present the idea of alpha!Poe who accidentally comes into contact with an organic aphrodisiac (sex pollen) on an alien planet, but doesn't realize it until it's too late. It was already a tight squeeze for the two of you in his X-wing, but now the pollen has triggered his rut and you're trapped in hyperspace with your best friend that you've had a crush on since you joined the resistance. Needy, sloppy, rough but somehow sweet sex with the galaxy's best flyboy ensues.

When you land, Poe literally carries you half-dressed to his quarters, growling at anyone who even looks at you for too long because like he said as soon as you landed, "M'not finished with you yet, doll."

Alpha Poe is just 😩👌🔥

This whole thing is just...I LOVE IT!!

The X-wing is on autopilot, the small space filled with the scent of sex and his Rut, and you are bouncing as best you can in Poe’s lap as he licks and nibbles on your throat. He’s growling and purring, his inner Alpha wanting nothing more than to get you face down ass up in the classic Omega presenting position and fuck you properly, but Poe is relishing the way you feel in his lap and squirming on his cock. You are whimpering at the thick stretch of him inside you, your eyes rolling back as you swear he’s brushing against your cervix with how deep he reaches, and you vaguely remembered the rumors about him and his prowess in the bedroom from the women’s showers.

“You want me to knot you, baby? Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to knot this pretty pussy,” Poe purrs against your nipple, teasing the hard nub with a hot sinful tongue, and you swear your brain shuts down at his words. 

You clench down hard against him in response but Poe reaches a hand to grip the nape of your neck while the other stays on your hip to keep you going at a steady pace. Your inner Omega melts at the low growl he lets out as you sag against him, sinking down further on him in the process, and he presses a biting kiss to your lips as you continue to ride him with a whimper. 

“I want you to tell me, starshine. Tell me how much you want me to fill you up, to knot you so good and deep, and keep you full of me-oh fuck-” he groans, throwing his head back with his eyes squeezed shut tightly as if the thought was too much for him to handle and you were handling it no better.

You lurch forward to wrap your arms around him as tight as possible as you nod and mumble your agreement frantically, his burning skin slick against you as he crushes you to his chest, and then you both are coming and you swear your body is burning hotter than the stars zipping past the X-wing. Poe is panting harshly against your throat by the time you can focus again, his entire body shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, and you can feel the added pressure of his knot locking himself inside you. You barely have time to curl your fingers into his hair comfortingly before you feel him shifting his hip beneath you, grinding against you in what little room he has, and you nearly sob at the overstimulation.

“I can’t stop moving, baby. You just feel too good. Feels so good having you take my knot like a good Omega, but I need you to take more, okay? Can you do that for me, baby? Because I’m far from done with you...” he groans against you, sucking dark marks against your pulse point as continues to grind against you, and you are just as helpless as he his against the waves of pleasure crashing against you both.

When you eventually land, Poe is half dressed and you are decently covered, and he has you tightly cradled in his arms protectively. The effects of his Rut is still thrumming through him making him snap his teeth at anyone who ventures too close to you and his rumbling threatening growl shouldn’t be as erotic as it is. He keeps your face tucked against his throat, away from prying eyes, and you allow your aching body to relax against him until you are carried into him room and placed on his bed almost reverently despite his shaking hands and the need burning in his eyes. He crawls over you like a predator, stripping your clothes and kissing every inch of skin he bares, and you don’t have the mental strength to feel any shame at the easy way your legs fall open for him to settle his hips between them. He purrs happily as he tugs his pants down just enough to get his cock out and then he’s pushing back into you like he never left.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

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Blue Jones

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Santiago Pope Garcia

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Richard Mũnoz

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[elslittlestories]

Hello, dear friend! 💖 Maya tree idea- Mantell mix popcorn garland? 😁

Wrecker cried a little when Omega told him they had to save those Mantell mix for the garland...

Thank you for your ask, my dear Poe ! 💞

[nowritingonthewall]

Cake me up before you dough dough

Pairing: Poe Dameron x female reader

(Special appearances by Snap and BB-8)

Words: 3500

Summary: You try to bake a cake. Poe tries to be… helpful.

Warnings: Poe being an adorable menace, suggestive language, terrible (and I mean terrible!) puns, double entendres and innuendos (including some for pregnancy and having children), food mention, may contain traces of nuts, not beta alpha or omega read

This is fiction and definitely not meant to be taken too seriously but please remember to never tease anyone about having or not having kids unless you are 200 per cent sure that they are absolutely fine with it.

Also, I would like to point out that the reader’s light headache is definitely not a migraine because if it was, Poe would have behaved completely differently.

And, of course, the gifs aren’t supposed to represent the reader’s physical appearance, they are purely for inspirational purposes.

As always, please be aware that I am not a native speaker, so I sincerely apologize in advance for any crimes committed against the beautiful English language! (Except for the innuendos. Those are entirely Poe’s fault.)

If you made it to the end of the warnings, you are amazing and deserve all the cake in the galaxy 🥰

“Nuh-uh, Poe, those have been measured!”

You tried to gently shove your boyfriend’s hand away as he indulged himself in at least a hand full of chocolate chips from the bowl on the kitchen counter.

His answer lay approximately somewhere in the middle between “Gfewfmpphlasfefuh” and “Hmeheetsluludfere”.

“Oh really, why didn’t you say so before?” you asked trying to keep your attention on the mixing bowl in front of you.

The crinkly-eyed smile he gave you would have melted the complete bowl of chocolate chips in no time. “I said: Since when are you using instant mix?” he laughed.

“Since someone keeps nibbling on all my ingredients whenever I try to prepare them!”

“Can’t help it, bups, I’m hungry.”

You sighed, “There are some leftover sausages in the cooling chamber.”

His eyes began to shine with a mischievous glint. “Maybe I’m hungry for something else,” he said approaching you gently from behind.

Placing his warm hands on your hips and a chocolaty kiss on your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder, he continued, “And since you are strictly off nibbles whenever you are in the kitchen…”

“I’m pretty sure Leia’s words were ‘The kitchen is strictly off limits to you’!” you snorted. “You know, since the latest incident with the caf maker? And that you’re not allowed to enter any kitchen without a fully prepped extinguisher droid by your side. So… “

“Sooooo… what are we baking?” he changed the subject semi-elegantly.

“I am baking a cake,” you chuckled, giving him a playful boop on his nose, which made him scrunch it up so adorably, you couldn’t resist adding a sweet little kiss on top of it.

He hummed in approval. “What kinda cake?”

“Just… you know… cake…” you more mumbled than answered, suddenly very focused on the mixing bowl in front of you.

You could practically hear him raise his eyebrow without having to see it.

“Is it a secret?” he asked.

“Not really…”

“Does it contain nuts?”

“Not yet, but you can add some if you like?”

“You know my nuts are always up for grabs for you, babe!”

Too late did you notice how his hands had been wandering towards the front pocket of your apron, from which he pulled the package of the instant mix with a triumphant laugh, keeping it out of your reach amidst your protest with ease.

“Haydaria Prebun’s Super Moist and Juicy Cake Mix?” he read out loud, with particular emphasis on the moist and juicy parts.

As one brow was lowered, the other one shot up even higher.

At that moment you knew that you were in trouble.

But, of course, you weren’t ready to accept your fate that easily.

 “What are the chances of you forgetting what you just read?” you asked, not quite able to keep the pleading undertone out of your voice. “If I told you that it was the last one at the store?”

“That depends…” he said, stroking his chin as if pondering over a particularly complicated flight maneuver.

“On what?”

“On whether your cake will come out of the oven with a soggy bottom,” he deadpanned without so much as a twitch of his facial muscles.

“And what if it does?”

“Don’t worry, babe.” Putting one hand on your shoulder, he gave you a solemn look.

“As long as you penetrate deep enough when you check for leftover moisture, you should be fine.”  

“You’re really gonna make me regret this for the rest of the week, aren’t you?”

“Come on, bups, that name’s nearly as bad as the one Snap chose when he tried to open his night club.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be a night club!” you automatically said in almost perfect involuntary unison with Snap, who entered the kitchen exactly at that moment with BB-8 following right behind him.

Not too eager on being pulled into that discussion again, you knelt down to pet the little droid, making him beep in excitement.

“Hey, Beebs, what’s up, are you hungry, too?”

“No, Bee Bee ate!” Poe declared brightly, not quite succeeding at suppressing his grin this time.

Kriffing maker, why did he have to be so cute? Fighting somewhat to keep your composure and not give him the satisfaction of bursting into giggles, you said, “Poe, you don’t even qualify for the position of purveyor of dad jokes.”

“Told you so, buddy!” Snap grinned.

“Wait, told him what, exactly?” you asked.

“Well, me and the squad have discussed the matter and it’s obviously time for Poe to…”

“Please don’t say it!” you groaned.

“…put a bun in your oven?”

“I am so proud of you, buddy!” Poe grinned with glee while you just huffed.

Looking from Poe’s excited to your slightly irritated expression, Snap obviously thought it would be best to try and tread a little more carefully, so he said, “Aaaaaall right, I have no idea what’s going on here, I just came to ask whether you have some of that amazing koyo juice oft yours left?”

“Sorry, Snap, we’re all out of koyo juice.” Poe shook his head.  

“Because somebody drank it all,” you added.

“Only because somebody loved it so much,” he left a quick and sweet kiss on your temple, “and somebody also happens to knows that his baby prefers grown up juices anyway.”

You just gave him a look and turned back to Snap.

“I could offer you some milk?” you suggested.

“From the cooling chamber!” you immediately added a little more high pitched than intended before Poe could open his mouth.

“Excited already, are we, bups?” Poe grinned. “And I haven’t even started to lick any of your tools yet.”

The ease, with which he caught the dish cloth you threw at him, was more than infuriating.

“There’ll be no licking tonight, Commander, unless you start to behave!”

“Hmmmm…” Poe took a step towards you and placed both his hands on your shoulders to pull you a little closer. “Are you telling me that you would like your commander to be a little less cocky?”

Putting one hand on your hip before popping it to the side with enough force to throw him off balance, you took a deep breath before explaining, “First of all, there’ll be no beaters to lick because the ingredients are mixed together by…”

“Yeeeeees?” Both Poe and Snap seemed to compete for whose grin would be able to eat more shit.

“Ne-ver-mind!” you grumbled when BB-8 chirped a helpful, “Mixed together by hand?”

“Thanks, Beebs!” you sighed.

“Sooo…” Poe deducted with ineffably deliciously furrowed brows, “it’ll be a hand job, then?”

“Not in front of my cake, Poe!”

“Of course not!” he nodded sympathetically. Doing a cute little half-pirouette, he approached you from the other side. “From behind, then?”

“Please, sweetie,” you groaned, “I already have a headache!”

“Hold on!” Snap piped up while pouring himself some milk into a mug. “Isn’t he supposed to ask whether he could get in before you pretend to have a headache?”

“What exactly do you think I am doing here, pal?” Poe asked.

“I am not pre… all right, that’s it!” you exclaimed, pointing your thumb towards the door.  

“You two – out!”

Beebs gave a confused “Blee blup bloo?”

“Not you, Beebs!”

To put some emphasis on your demand, you grabbed your whisk and held it up in front of Poe’s face in what you hoped would come across as an at least slightly intimidating stance.  

“I won’t be afraid to use this!” you warned him.

“What are you planning to do with that, bups, beat us until we’re stiff?” Poe said, only partially successful at trying to suppress a smirk, which turned into a half-giggly hiccup.

“I could always upgrade this to a broom, you know?”

“To sweep me off my feet? Nah, you don’t need any toys for that, babe.”

“Hon, if you want to threaten him, you really need to stop turning him on,” Snap threw in some well-meaning advice.

“I am trying!!!” you cried in exasperation.

“All right then, let’s settle this like gentlemen… and ladies and… those who have yet to make up their minds!” Poe announced.

Hopping theatrically towards the counter, he picked up one of your spatulas and turned around to cross it with your whisk in an only slightly overdramatic gesture.

 “I’m game!” he declared wiggling his eyebrows.

“As in you’re a wild animal?” you asked trying to sound as unimpressed as you could manage.

“Only if you want me to be,” Poe said without missing a beat.

“I can’t believe you fell for that,” Snap giggled.

“Okay, then, how about you try to be a gold fish for a minute?” you suggested.

“You mean moist and slippery and with an ever present kissable pout on my lips?”

Trying to ignore his very pouty lips that were indeed more than kissable, you said, “I mean mostly quiet!!!”

“Moistly quiet?” he asked as his eyebrows started another round of advanced cardio exercises. “That’s not how I remember moist parts of last night.”

“Would you like me to put a sausage into his hole?” Snap offered his help again.

But you had already grabbed the next best thing to throw at Poe, which you realized too late turned out to be an open bag of flour. Even though he ducked immediately, his upper body ended up covered in a layer of fine white powder. Which made him shut up for exactly two and a half seconds.

The dust settled just in time for BB-8 to realize that Poe hadn’t actually set fire to his booty this time and that his extinguishing services wouldn’t be required today. Shaking his little dome he started to sweep up the mess.

Meanwhile, Snap was squirting milk everywhere between hiccups of laughter, when Poe remarked dryly, “You leaked a little there, pal.”

Snap had to give himself a little shake. “I had no idea it was that easy to make you see white, buddy,” he giggled.

While you were still contemplating whether you should apologize or whether he maybe actually deserved it at least a little, Poe was already laughing again.

“That’s all right, I’ve always wanted to wear a flour crown. Like a proper flower girl!” he beamed.

“You look more like an inverted version of a chimney sweep, buddy,” Snap remarked.

“Well, I’d be more than happy to sweep my baby’s chimney.”

“How about you sweep yourself out of the door, instead?” you suggested. “This kitchen obviously ain’t big enough for your cake and mine!”

“Ahhhh, but you see, babe, the great thing about my cake is that you can eat it and still have it.”

His proud little grin was maddeningly adorable and the lovely crinkles around his eyes, which were even more prominent now that they had been decorated by a crust of flour, didn’t exactly help to lessen his effect on you.

So you thought that simply biting your lip might be your best option right now.

“Aren’t you even gonna help cleaning me up after making a mess of me?” His smile turned into a pout.

You just rolled your eyes.

“And after that I can provide you with a way better reason to roll your eyes,” he said becoming more enthusiastic by the second.

“Tell you what, bups!” He began to jump up and down in excitement. “You help me clean myself up and I’ll lube up your dish for you.”

“You can oil it up for me.”

“Whatever you fancy, bu-hu-hups!”

The last words evolved into a hearty sneeze, sending a cloud of flour from his curls to the ground.

This drew a series of seriously indignant and frustrated beeps from BB-8 before he started to sweep all over again.

“Sorry, Beebs, you really don’t have to do that,” Poe tried to appease his little droid.

“Blooeeeyyy beep boop buhp blippy?”

“Wh… did he just say…?” you asked in disbelief.

“ ‘Shooting out of two holes, are we?’ ” Poe confirmed with a proud smile.

“Sweetie, what have you done to your droid?” you said as you began looking around the kitchen to try and find some tissues for him.

“Like father, like son,” Poe beamed, giving his droid son a fond little pat on his dome. “Talking about shooting out of holes, babe…”

You turned around with so much force that all three of them took a synchronized cautionary step backwards when you said, “You even think about making a joke about covering my cake in juicy and thick cream, sweetie, and you’ll be creaming nothing but your own cake for the next month.”

“Well, that wouldn’t be any fun at all, would it?” Poe pouted a little deflated before his face lit up again. “Unless you’d like to watch?”

“Not particularly, no,” you said convincing, basically, no one.

“Come on, bups, I’ll even whip up all the cream for you you could possible ask for and I’m gonna take extra care not to whip it out…” he paused dramatically, “...of the bowl.”

“I’ve never loafed so hard in my life.”

Poe eyes widened as he gasped, “Babe, was that… was that a pun?”

“No, it wasn’t. And just so you know, for every bad innuendo or pun of yours, my cake will be off limits to you for another day.”

“Just to be clear, what kind of cake are we talking about now? Because if it isn’t the one you are currently baking, that would mean you just made an innuendo yourself and this would kind of cancel out whatever I hmpnfssefefed…”

Placing a hand over Poe’s mouth, you mentally prepared yourself for the licking attack that was inevitably going to follow. Instead, you let out a surprised little gasp when his eyes softened and he gave you the gentlest of kisses to your palm, because he just had to be adorable like that when you tried to be angry with him.

Forget about melting chocolate, the way he looked at you with his soft baby ewok eyes would have melted parts of you in a way that would have been considered unhygienic even if you hadn’t currently been lingering in a kitchen setting.

You couldn’t help but smile at him, even if it came with another fond rolling of your eyes.

“If you two don’t take the cake,” Snap said shaking his head. “Come one, Beebs, I think it’s time to leave mommy and daddy alone.”

“Thank you for cleaning up Poe’s mess, Beebs!” you shouted after them over Poe’s shoulder as they left the kitchen.

“Oh really? Don’t you mean your mess?” Poe’s voice took on a growling undertone as he took another step towards you.

“I wasn’t the one who made me throw the flour,” you shrugged.

He had to open and shut his mouth a few times before settling for a particularly expressive raised eyebrow instead. Which send another little cloud of flour towards the ground.

“Your face looks a little cakey, there, Commander.”

“Really? Hmmm, I wonder how that happened.”

“It’s a complete mystery,” you professed. “Need some help clearing that up?”

“The mystery?”

“That.” You nodded. “Or I could start with your face?”

Lowering his head so that he was looking up at you from beneath his impossibly lush long lashes and dropping his voice by an octave, he growled, “Dough it!”

You tried to suppress a snort as you drenched a washcloth in warm water and hopped onto the kitchen counter.

Less than a nanosecond later, Poe was standing between your legs, leaving precisely zero point zero room for you to get to work.

“Sweetie!”

He just gave you an innocent smile.

As you let the wet washcloth dangle over his head, dangerously close to his curls, he sighed and took half a step backwards.

That sigh was only the beginning, as he began to hum with pure contentment when you started to gently wipe down his face. You couldn’t help but smile at the way his eyes fluttered closed as if he was receiving the most luxurious spa treatment.

Judging by his disappointed look, you were finished way too soon for his liking. “I think you missed a few spots there, bups,” he said.

“You think so?”

“Definitely.”

“Let me take a closer look, then.”

Cupping his cheeks with your hands, you gently turned his head from side to side.

“I think the use of professional equipment may be required here, Commander.”

“Go ahead, Lieutenant,” he choked up. “I’ll be brave.”

So you left a soft kiss on the middle of his forehead. And one on the tip of his nose. And one on each temple. And one on his cheek. And one on his brow. And one on his chin. And one on his infuriatingly perfectly chiselled jaw line. And you didn’t stop until all of his face had been covered in kisses and the last of the flour had definitely been eliminated.

You would have topped it off with a kiss to the crown of his head if his curls hadn’t been so thoroughly bathed in flour.   

Since you still felt a little bad for what happened, you tried to de-flour his hair by giving him an intense but gentle scalp massage. His head lolled towards you within seconds and as his face found its place in the crook of your neck, he began to make the most satisfied of purring noises. As you let your nails scratch carefully over his scalp, his purring turned into soft moans. Until you accidentally brushed over that one spot at the nape of his neck making him squeak and do a little hop.

“I am sorry, sweetie!” you chuckled. “Sometimes I forget how ticklish you are.”

“What are you talking about, I am not ticklish,” he mumbled while nuzzling his face into your shoulder again.

“I am sorry what now?”

“I. Am. Not. Ticklish.”

Raising both eyebrows at him, you said, “Wanna prove that to me?”

“I don’t have to prove any… no no no…”

As you let your fingers ghost over the same spot ever so lightly again, he jumped backwards, trying to shield his neck from your hands. This of course left his arm pits completely unguarded, inviting you to launch a full blown tickle attack on him. Vacillating between squealing and laughing and begging for mercy, he kept trying to fight you off as you worked your path along all of his most ticklish spots.

His shirt became more untucked with every attempt at defending himself against your skilful wiggly fingers until his tummy basically begged for your undivided attention. As you redirected all your forces towards this beautifully naked patch of skin, Poe didn’t last another moment before you both tumbled to the floor with him landing on his back and you coming to sit on top of him.

“So…” you said as you were both fighting to catch your breath. “You are not ticklish?”

“Definitely not,” he panted as a smile spread across his face.

“Right…”

Wiggling your fingers, you went in for another round of tickles. But this time he caught your hands easily and held them tight as he slowly pulled you down towards him until your face was level with his.

With his smile growing even wider, he rubbed his nose gently against yours a few times before cooing, “I am sorry, bups!”

Furrowing your brow with suspicion you asked, “For what?”

“First of all, I didn’t know you had a headache.”

“Hmmm.”

“Anything I can do to make it better?” he asked softly.

“You mean like kneading me through?”

Poe gasped, “Was that another pun?”

“No.”

“Actually, I was more thinking along the lines of easing your pain with rhythmic movements of my fingers…”

“Pohoeeee…” Your groans of leftover irritation turned into groans of heavenly relief as Poe began to massage the sore muscles in your neck.

As he worked his way down your back while leaving soft kisses on your temple, you could feel yourself melting into him and his warmth and his softness until you began to wonder whether you had actually turned into a pancake.

Mumbling into the fabric of his shirt, you asked, “What’s second?”

“Second? Oh, second, you’ve got some chocolate on your face.”

Raising your head, you chuckled, ”You mean the one you left there earlier?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Of course you don’t.”

“What I do know,” he continued, “is that you have to let me kiss it away or there’ll be rain and nothing but grey skies for the next two weeks. I am sorry, bups, I don’t make the rules.”

As he began to kiss away the chocolate on the corner of your mouth, you could feel him smiling against your skin. His smile grew even wider as he continued his kisses on your cheek and along your jaw line and down your neck and your shoulder and…

“I’m sure there wasn’t any chocolate down there.”

His breathy laugh tickled pleasantly on your skin. “Sorry, bups, it’s just a little hard to tell where the chocolate ends and your sweetness begins. Hold on, let me try again.”

Retracing his earlier kissing path, he worked his way back to your mouth, with every single brush of his lips against your skin sending another shiver down your spine.

You sighed, “Did you find the spot this time?”

“I think I may need another sample for a proper statistical analysis. You know…”

“…for science?” you chuckled.

“Exactly.”

“Are you ever gonna stop prokrastibaking and let me finish making that cake?” you asked not in the least motivated to get up again.

“You are aware that you are the one pinning me to the ground right now, right, bups?”

“If you put it like that…”

“Also… shouldn’t you give it some rest so that it can rise before going in?”

You turned your head back down to look at him properly. At the way he bit his lips, trying to suppress a smile until the effort made him scrunch up his nose in the cutest way, as if the sparkle in his gorgeous crinkle-framed eyes didn’t say it all. Maker, you loved this dork.

“It’s supposed to become a cake, sweetie, not a bun,” you finally tried to explain.

“Right,” he nodded, “because we still have to work on that one.”

“Nooooo, because it only rises in heat. Which, in your case, would basically be all the time. “

“I can certainly confirm that something else is rising, Lieutenant.”  

As the cheekiness and soft adoration in his eyes were joined by longing and something way, way darker, you decided that the cake batter might as well wait a little longer. After all, you had all the cake you needed right here underneath you.

“In that case…” you smiled. “I really think it’s time we got started on that bun.”

Thank you for reading 💜

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My Archive of Our Own Wrap-up

I wanted to put together a thank you to all the fanfic writers who have gotten me through this year.

This wrap-up is me going through my history month by month to see which fics I’d visited the most (because you can be damn sure I read through them over several days, again and again).

So this is a celebration of the wide variety of fics I’ve read and/or bookmarked and/or subscribed to. Thank you to every writer on this list for keeping me entertained.

To every fanfic writer I've had the pleasure of reading the words of, and there are so many more of you than just this list of people, I want to thank you so very much of trusting your creativity to us readers. You are my rock, my joy, my comfort, and so many other supporting adjectives that I just want to give you all hugs and money for the holidays.

My first fic of 2024: dismantle the sun by StarryCleric

Summary:

Beau shudders and holds Caleb's hand, which he squeezes back tentatively. She can feel how it shakes in her grip. She does her best to steady him, despite the fact that she wants to shake apart herself and completely fall to pieces. “I am going to hazard a guess here,” Caleb says softly, “that we may have been drugged.” --- Tonight was supposed to be a fun night off. Unfortunately for Beau and Caleb, the universe has other plans.

2024 fics I kept returning to

January

Winter Song by @proantagonista

Yuri!!! on Ice, rated E. Completed 2018-03-25.

The set of Yuuri’s mouth softened into a private smile as Victor squeezed his knee beneath the table. His hands were bare, free from the gloves he so often wore when they were together on the rink, and the heat of his palm burned straight through the denim of Yuuri’s jeans. He slipped his own hand beneath the table and found Victor’s. Hidden from sight, their fingers began to flirt and play. A secret conversation all their own that needed no words. Yuuri was aware that at some point—a moment in time he couldn’t quite place—Victor had become his boyfriend. There wasn’t a single instant when it happened. It was a slow awareness, as if Victor had silently been asking the question for months now, and Yuuri had been giving him the answer a little more with each passing day.

February

blink by @frockbot

Persona 5, rated M. Completed 2020-11-13.

Summary:

Do you want kids? Ren asked Akechi two years ago, the night they decided to get married. Yes. He did. They do. So when they’re given the chance to adopt a pair of sisters, ten-year-old Maya and two-year-old Sai, they take it. They’re prepared for a rough transition: for arguments, and upset, and struggle. That, they can handle, or find ways to handle. They are not prepared for the resurgence of an old and familiar evil that threatens to destroy the tenuous family they’ve built. They probably should have expected it, though. After all, this always happens to them. [Takes place 17 years post-game and 16 years post-Doomsday. You don't have to have read my other fics to start here, but maybe you should?]

March

In Calm Waters by @dracosollicitus

Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, rated E. Completed 2024-03-04.

Summary:

Rey Smith, an Omega who presented late, meets Poe Dameron, an Alpha unlike anyone she's ever met. Sparks fly, they fall in love — and fight against societal expectations. The two work together to build a relationship built on mutual trust and respect in a world that claims they should be nothing more than their biologies.

April

Investigation Check by @percivalium

Critical Role (Vox Machina), rated E. Completed 2022-10-09.

Summary:

She’s hot. She’s not usually hot. Blankets can be kicked off, but not this time. She’s also sore. She’s not usually sore, either. Muscles can be tender after battle, but not this time. Vex prys one bleary eye open, attempting to take in her surroundings. It’s her bed: check. Her room: check. Her blanket: check. A warm body next to her: check? A heavy arm draped over her belly: check?! Both eyes open now (literally and figuratively), she slowly rotates her head on the pillow to look at the foreign body next to her, smiling when she sees a floof of light-colored hair tucked carefully next to her shoulder. She can’t help herself and sighs contently, making some strands of his unruly tufts wave and ruffle. Her Percy: BIG check with a heart drawn around it.

May

Nightmares by @roninreverie

Star Wars Rebels, rated G. Completed 2016-01-01.

Summary:

After the events of the planet Gorse, Kanan and Hera adapt to living together as a crew, but things get off to a bumpy start.

June

three years, three rules by @akihmorn

Persona 5, rated E. Completed 2020-11-18.

“The truth is, I hate all alphas,” he stares at Akira coldly. “And that includes you.” Three years after getting married, Akira and Goro face an unexpected challenge. shuake week day 3: comfort

July

The Mind and The Maladay by @saltytothecore

Critical Role (The Mighty Nein), rated T. Completed 2022-04-06.

Of all the ways Essek thought he might find himself staring down mortality, his magic making a cancer of his lonely heart never even entered his consideration. But then, his calculus has never been able to account for the Mighty Nein. There is a remedy for his illness, of course. There is always a way to unwind magic, but there is always a price. The cost of Essek’s life, now that he’s contracted Hanahaki’s disease, can be paid two ways—one is higher than Essek can bear and the other, well. The other can only be paid by someone else. And if Essek could ask that, then he wouldn’t be sick at all, would he?

August

Witch Ways by @aliquistis

Baldur's Gate, rated M. Last Updated 2024-02-16.

Echo has lived her life tucked away in the forests of Tethir, learning magic through the pulse of nature and the songs of creation. She's good with magic, but not people, which isn't really a problem until she's scooped up by mind flayers and has to get along with six strangers lest they all share a tentacle-y doom. And she manages to get along with most of them -- but then there's Gale of Waterdeep. Despite a terrible first impression, she finds he is actually much kinder than all the mansplaining would suggest. This is a series of relationship scenes about my weird little mushroom hermit, a wizard who shows compassion and arrogance really can coexist, and how academic rivalry is like first base for wizards. Spoilers up to Act 2 for main plot and Gale's romance.

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September

Pacts and Bargains at Night by @feynwiddershins

Critical Role (Vox Machina), rated E. Completed 2023-03-04.

What passes while the sun is set is often the most revealing.

October

Filling the Hourglass by makkachincrossing

Critical Role (Mighty Nein), rated E. Last Updated 2021-10-27.

Every 25 years, omega Drows enter their period of fertility. The time is rapidly approaching for Essek as summer only grows hotter, and his husband grows older with no way to stop it. But he hopes Caleb can leave a piece of himself behind.

November

Learning to Listen by @fivedayslater

One Piece, rated T. Completed 2018-08-14.

For as long as Zoro's felt his soulmate echoes he's hated them. He doesn't know why Sanji, or the rest of his crew mates, care so damn much.

I'm finishing the year with

and on toward the edge of night by @j-plash

Critical Role (Bells Hells), rated E. Last Updated 2024-11-26.

Ashton would love every fucking alpha in Jrusar to take a long walk off a fucking cliff. Orym just knows it's not right that Dorian has to be so careful walking down the street at night. ("There you go, sweetheart, keep breathing for me.” Ashton doesn’t think he could stop breathing that in if he tried.)

Bookmarks (and notes) of 2024

These are the fics I've bookmarked (saved), and the summaries I add for my own understanding of what each one is, so I can come back it it faster.

even darkness must pass by dare_to_do_our_duty

The one where Caleb has a fever and Caduceus is tired.

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart) by @notaficwriter

The one where Vex and Percy don't start of as soulmates.

come morning light (you and i'll be safe and sound) by @chaseyesterdays

The one where Percy is a dad. Good wholesome cure for depression.

the mist upon the hill by BucketofWater

The one where Mollymauk's blood hunter skills are actively harming his soulmate, but Caleb is too frightened to admit it to him.

The Courage Or The Fall by Rowyndodendron

The one where Caleb should huddle with Mollymauk for warmth.

feverish, burning up inside by @ivelostmyspectacles

The one where Caleb goes into heat in the back of their wagon and Mollymauk assists.

burning out, helpless by @ivelostmyspectacles

The one where Mollymauk is forced into a heat and Caleb does his best to assist.

Ship to Wreck by Snailsnol

The one where Gale courts a prickly Drow.

The Wonderful Life of Caleb de Rolo by @historia-gloria

The one where Percy and Vex adopt the kid tortured with Whitestone residuum.

Strong Enough to Bend by @catgirlthecrazy

The one where Essek doesn't really have the drive for sex he expects himself to.

Blackbird by @okadiah

The one where Kanan's weapon possesses him in an AU where he's not exactly a Jedi.

Exit Wounds by @seti-fan

The one where Percy has bullets left over under the skin.

Feathers and Smoke by @feynwiddershins

The one where it's a canon character study of Percy and Vex and it's fucking amazing how detailed it is.

From a Swell in the Ocean by @goose-smoothie

The one where Vox Machina is a pirate ship and Percy was rescued by "privateer" Captain Vex'ahlia.

In Bloom, With You by @nekosd43

The one where Caduceus has a season and Fjord offers to assist.

Perceived Impressions by @acinonyx1

The one where Astarion shares a cell with a bear and angst happens.

As I end 2024, thank you again to the writers who've provided me with much comfort in a ridiculously tumultuous year.

It would have been a very low year without each and every one of you.