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I'm gonna fill this! TOTALLY. It might take me a while and each bit is gonna be short (drabble/ficlet size) but I'm going to do it.

Also, it's been a while since I've watched SPN so despite checking things on the wiki I might get shit wrong and I apologize.

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Poe stood at the crossroads with his heart in his throat and a box buried under his feet.

He’d seen this done before. No, he’d… well, he’d seen the after-effects.

Nine times.

Six years ago they’d been researching a run of musicians who were all dying under mysterious, vicious circumstances. It didn’t take much to find out they’d made ‘deals with the devil’, one of the musicians had confessed before he’d run out and gotten mauled by a hellhound. Luke had been the one to unveil how such a deal had made, he’d unearthed one of his monstrously dusty tomes and shown Poe pictures.

Ben had been around then.

Ben.

Poe’d been a young hunter. Young enough he hadn’t really understood there wasn’t anything they could do. Ben was so young they didn’t even take him out in the field and Rey… they hadn’t even found Rey yet.

“Poe Dameron…” the voice drifted off, Poe’s gun was out when he swung around but… but, well, what good would shooting the demon he’d came to make a deal with do?

Red eyes and a shock of red hair, the demon smiled delightedly at him.

“Have you come to make a deal?”

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(Yes, Hux is the crossroads demon Poe makes a deal with.)

No, we're having the first prompt freeze at 2500 because it's halfway through the post. The second prompt freeze will happen at the end of the post when we reach 5000 comments.

Edited 2016-03-07 02:35 (UTC)

leia was in slytherin, with her mind made for politics and reasoning, but like the majority of slytherins she was a decent and compassionate human being who is no more "evil" than anyone else in this school. she works hard to dispell the notion that slytherins are vicious, prejudiced old-blood families who despise anything muggle-related.
imagine her fucking rage when she finds out kylo has become just that. he'd get the howler to end all howlers.

Ha! I bet Slip had been their back-up and Nines only finds out he's DEAD on the night of the show. "Goddammit!"

He tries to get JB-007 the roadie to step in but JB's still mind-whammied from Rey, keeps deserting his post and misplacing all their gear -- which is a whole other problem he didn't need. Phasma could maybe just hold the bass and look impressive, but she's walking around in tap shoes with a giant chrome sousaphone in one hand and a bag of hissing creatures in the other and he just does not have time to get dragged into wtf her act is. The troopers and the command staff have a proudly bitter rivalry, but maybe he can ask one of them to OH SHIT IT'S MITAKA, DON'T MAKE EYE CONTACT. NO NO NO. NO.

I could go for a whole fic of just Nines running around backstage trying to find a bassist, getting more and more pissed at that goddamn TRAITOR. While Mitaka mopes around in the wings in a neck brace, hoping someone will ask him about it so he can tell his "I Shouldn't Be Alive: Surviving Kylo Ren" story. No one asks.

nah, but if you shake the wiring hard enough and pop off the bottom panel, kylo ren's lightsaber works like a dream

It's really well written! The idea of Poe actually dying (and such a tragic death!) just hurts. Keep up the good work!

"hahaa! we totally got those guys, finn. imagine you fucking me into the wall. ha!"
"y-yeah, pff, what? ha-ha. ha." *sweats nervously*

First prompt freeze for me, really - thank you for clearing that up!

"-but she's walking around in tap shoes with a giant chrome sousaphone in one hand and a bag of hissing creatures in the other" YOU WIN THE INTERNET WITH THAT SENTENCE

Pleasepleasepleaseplease
+1000

holy fuck i didnt know i needed this but now i *neeeeed* it
seconded so hard

yes please!

thirded.

Mitaka is a professional-level baton twirler.

Loved this!

Interesting prompt!

Though I'm curious about your second bonus. Is it for an experienced/inexperienced relationship? A twice-his-age kink? Something else? As someone who's closer to 35 than 18, I don't see the appeal, lol, but I'd like to understand. :) I haven't seen Kylux featuring one aged up or down before.

Thirded! :D Haven't seen much of this kind of thing, esp for this pairing.

“I can’t believe it.” Rey said. She slammed the book shut and glared at Luke. “I won’t believe it! Are you telling me that Poe…” she shook her finger at Luke, then pointed it out the window in the direction of… she couldn’t…

Tears stung her eyes.

Luke’s eyes were clear, and sad, and his face was lined with years of worry and wear. He reached for her, to comfort her she supposed, but she flinched back.

“Why would he do such a stupid thing?!”

Luke’s sigh was bone deep. “He said it was to keep us safe.”

She sobbed.

Ta!

Good. That's what I was hoping for.

Somehow the idea of General Leia wading into a barfight swinging because they broke a bottle of her preferred tipple (that happens to come from her estranged (or deceased) spouse's home planet warms me deeply. Leia would fight dirty.

Thank you! I wasn't sure about having Hux kill Poe but it seemed like the right way to go.

Someone needs to fill this YESTERDAY.

This was brilliant! Especially Finn carrying Poe over his shoulder while Poe kept shooting! Yess, at Poe "rewarding" his hero <3!
LoL, Poe's hips don't lie!
This is so perfect, well done!

She awoke with a start, sunlight slanting across her face, the sound of the door banging open louder than a shot from a rifle. It was morning, but the light was strange and yellow-grey; the snow swirled as the heavy oak door thudded against the wall.

Rey jumped out of the bed and dashed across the little cabin, wincing at the sting of icy pellets on her face, hands curling around the door as she shoved it shut against the wind. There was a warmth behind her, and a second pair of hands covered hers, and when she looked up she saw how very tall—and very awake—the man was.

The door slammed closed, and Rey threw the latch. It rattled once, but held.

Her clothes were covered in snow, and it was in her hair, too, but that was not what immediately arrested her attention. This was the first time she had seen her guest awake, and in daylight, such as it was; he was all pale skin and sinewy muscle, with leanly muscled arms, broad shoulders, the jut of a collarbone, a man well-formed. This was no soft-bodied princeling, Rey amended, somewhat taken aback by his close proximity. And yet there was no sun upon him, no freckles, no calluses on the hand which stroked lazily down the line of her arm—

“Stop that.” She pulled her arm back, and away from his touch; he only smirked.

“Am I to assume that, since that little dagger of yours isn’t between my ribs, you’ve come to trust me?”

Rey sidestepped him and went to go start the fire. “Trust is a very strong word. And I’m not certain it’s the proper one.”

“Yet you turn your back to me,” The man continued, his voice a low, teasing growl. “You. So you must not find me much of a threat.”

“Everyone is a threat.” She swept out the ash, set the kindling, lit the fire. “You’re no different.”

The man had nothing to say to this. He stood for a moment, watching her work, but this time, Rey was surprised as he knelt down beside her, handing her a log. She looked up at him. Cleared her throat.

“At any rate, I’ve got clothing for you.” Rey got back to her feet, sidestepping him, heading over to the plain wooden trunk that sat at the foot of her bed. “Since you so cleverly chose to go running about the forest like—“

“How do you have clothing that will fit me?” The man’s tone was mocking, plainly incredulous. “I’m not wearing your clothes.”

“You won’t fit in my clothes.” Rey pulled out a stack of garments and turned back to face him. “Thankfully, these aren’t mine. A trader passed this way, last summer. He took ill and died after a hunt.”

The man wasn’t terribly bothered by the revelation that he’d be wearing a dead man’s clothes. Rey pushed the bundle into his chest, and he clung to it, one dark brow arching upwards as he surveyed her. “And you’re the dumping grounds for unwanted cast-offs?”

“So it would seem.” Rey stared up into his face.

Two seconds later, his arch look turned back into a scowl. But he took the clothes.

Rey turned her attentions back to the hearth. The fire was burning merrily, and she picked up the discarded stew pot, and spoon, taking them to the door of the cabin. There was a ewer and basin on a stand beside the door; opening it slightly, Rey swept up snow in the ewer as well as in the stew pot, closing the door quickly, although the wind had died down slightly. Snow had drifted up against the doorframe and it was nearly up to her waist. Rey set the stoneware ewer down before the fire and gathered up a handful of salt from a canvas sack, dumping it into the melting snow in the pot, scrubbing it thoroughly. She did this twice as the man dressed himself, which seemed to take quite a long time. The trousers she had given him were simple, the kind of thick linsey-woolsey breeches that had been padded for riding, knees covered in worn, dark leather patches. He had pulled the shirt over his head but was fumbling with the ties at the wrists.

“Here.” Rey wasn’t sure if she was more impatient by his feigned ignorance, or by the thought that it was real; she stood before him, taking his wrist and holding it in position as she quickly did up the ties.

When she looked up, the man was watching her, dark eyes unfathomable.

“There’s a jacket as well, but the sleeves are off.” Rey nodded at the last remaining garment, a ink-blue leather jacket that bore signs of where herringbone-stitched cord would’ve held the sleeves on around the armscye. “Do you know how to mend it?”

The man shook his head. “No.”

Rey didn’t even sigh at this. She just went back to the trunk to dig for her sewing kit.

Clothed now, the man was both more imposing and less. Nobody looks properly intimidating when they’re naked, but the way the man moved, the strange, sinewy motion of him, was all the more apparent now that he was clad in human garments. Rey thought to herself that he looked like he would be more at home under the water than on land—but then she glanced down at his still-bare feet, saw the bony toes and the strangely vulnerable skin there, and could not reconcile these disparate parts.

The man came to sit beside her, watching quietly as she worked.

“I’ll show you the first side, then you’ll do the other, all right?” Rey drew out a length of thin leather cord, threading her bone needle and working a little knot down in the underarm of the jacket. “It goes together like this…”

When the first side was done, Rey handed the materials on over to the man, and got up to move the ewer back to the basin. It was strange enough having a second body occupying her space; now that she approached her little silver-backed bit of glass, looking into her own tired eyes, she realized that this would be the moment where, had her hunt yesterday brought back a dead beast instead of an inept living one, she would’ve stripped down hastily to bathe. She had seen him naked, but was not eager to return back the experience in kind. So she compromised, taking off the thick-knit sweater and her own loose trousers, washing herself as best she could while still keeping mostly covered, and then padded over to the trunk to withdraw new fresh clothes. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time she’d worn the same shirt several days in a row.

Rey looked over at the man. He was very carefully sewing the second sleeve on, his stitches wide and clumsy. Yet he did not complain.

‘So he can take instruction…’ Rey thought. She picked up the basin of soapy water and tossed it out into the snow, then got the pot and did one final scrub to ensure the herbs were mostly removed.

“Breakfast, then.” Rey declared. “Hope you’re in the mood for porridge.”

The man did react to this—a disgusted look curled his lip, turning his face into something almost feral. “I need meat.”

“Well, we haven’t got any meat, and the storm’s effectively blockaded us in, so unless you’re cleverly hiding a deer carcass somewhere—“

Without another word, the man stood up. He didn’t even put the jacket on, just strode, bare-footed, to the doorway.

“What are you doing?” Rey exclaimed. “Are you mad?”

“I’ll be right back.” Was all he said.

The door opened with a flurry, and before Rey could say another word, the man had disappeared out into the white.

Hey thanks for your comments! I am always so happy to hear from the original poster. I hope you like the rest of the story.

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