Star Wars Oneshots

Don't Say I Didn't Warn You (Poe Dameron x Reader)

"You know what?" Poe shouted, exasperated from the massive argument. "Go. Fucking go. But when this all goes to shit, don't you even think about calling me." 

"Wouldn't dream of it, pal." You pushed past him, out of your shared quarters and off to the hangars to leave for your mission. 

How had things gotten so bad?

Your ship went down on a remote planet, where you faced off against three TIE fighters who had likewise lost their ships. As wounded as you were from the ship going down, the pain didn't stand a chance against the pain you felt as a blaster ripped through your abdomen. You had taken the fighters down, though. The gaping hole in your middle caught up with you, and you fell to the sand as BB-2E beeped at you for an affirmation to call in help. You knew who the top of your emergency list was. You told your companion droid to call him, anyways, and hoped he had been bluffing. As you felt your energy fading, you listened to the beeps as the call attempted to connect between your comms. 

Beep beep.

Surely, he had been bluffing... Poe was bluffing ninety percent of the time he spoke.

Beep beep.

Kriff, you hoped he had been bluffing.

Beep beep.

...Is he really going to let you die?

"Y/N?" Poe's voice was panicked, already fearing the worst. "Baby, what happened? Where are you? Do you need help?" 

"BB... Send coordinates..." Your voice was breathy and fleeting. "Knew you were... Bluffing..." Your droid sent the coordinates to BB-8, who relayed them to Poe who wasted zero time getting to his X-Wing and getting ready to take off. He hadn't even paused to tell anybody where he was going until he was already in the air, and called in backup and a proper rescue ship. 

When Poe had reached your location, he was fearing the absolute worst. He hadn't felt you go, but he knew that you were close. BB-2E found Poe and BB-8, and led the way back to where your mangled body lay unconscious. Poe was relieved to find you still breathing, and your pulse beating steadily, and he quickly began putting pressure on the obvious wound to your abdomen. The medics arrived soon after, and immediately began trying to stabilize you. You had a pulse, and you were breathing - that was enough to give Poe hope that you'd be alright. 

A week later, you woke up in the medbay, with Poe sitting right beside your bed. The first few moments didn't register with you - but eventually you were able to focus in on your boyfriend, who had his head in the hand not holding yours. You cleared your throat, then began testing your voice. 

"Thought you said you wouldn't pick up." You whispered, and Poe jumped in his seat at hearing your voice, looking up at you with such a mix of emotions it was hard to read. You smiled, still in a haze. He kissed you, and you felt every last bit of that emotion - every word he couldn't quite say just yet. 

"I'd never let you die, babe." You couldn't believe it. The Poe Dameron, was crying. Over you. "I thought I was going to lose you."

"Gotta try a little harder than that." You smiled. "I'm pretty hard to shake off."