#romeo and juliet and west side story aren't very happy

[tintinwrites]

tonight | Poe Dameron x Reader | Part Six (The End)

A/N: I told you this was loosely based on West Side Story, didn’t I?

Rating: T

Warning: Character (?) death. Naughty language.

Word count: 2,332, apparently!!

Summary: You, a First Order officer, and Poe Dameron, the best pilot in the Resistance, are drawn to each other from the moment you meet. Very loosely based on West Side Story, which is obvs based on Romeo and Juliet.

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You knew exactly where you were and who you were with when you woke up in the morning, having dreamed of it all night so your mind wouldn't let you forget.

The hum you gave was as happy as it was sleepy, and you rolled over in search of the man you'd spent the night with. Your hand met wrinkled sheets that were warm enough to tell you someone had been laying there not too long ago.

You opened one eye, then the other one, finding Poe standing near the bed and putting his clothes on.

His gaze met yours the moment you looked at him and he grinned, moving to lean across the bed so he could give you a sweet kiss.

"Good morning."

"Good morning." You stretched and put your hand to the rough stubble on his cheek.

He gave you another quick kiss and pulled away, continuing to get dressed.

You rolled onto your back and, suddenly aware of your chest bared to the world as you watched him put on more and more clothes, pulled the sheet up to cover yourself. "What are you setting out to do?"

"I called for reinforcements." He could see the slightly panicked look on your face out of the corner of his eye. "Don't worry, one of them's Finn. I want to make sure nothing happens on the way back to base, you know? I gotta go meet up with them and let them know what the plan is." He sat at the edge of the bed, tugging his boots on.

"I should come." You moved to get out of the bed.

"I don't think so." He looked at you, his brow slightly furrowed with concern. "It could be dangerous. I want you to wait by my ship around back until I come to get you, got it?"

"Got it," you submitted easily because you would be pretty angry if you came all this way to fuck it up at the last minute by walking around like the First Order might not be looking for you.

He gave you another kiss and then another. "I'm gonna be ten minutes tops. Then I'm coming back to get you, we fly out of here, and if all goes well, you're a member of the Resistance."

You smiled, watching him walk to the door and cautiously walk out, shutting it with a soft click. There was no sound of a struggle or anything, so you laid back down for a moment.

You were so happy to have Poe and to be gaining your freedom, but you were a little scared now that it was really happening.

It would be worth it when you had him and the galaxy all to yourself.

Perhaps the First Order didn't consider you important enough to go after anyway, and the trip would be entirely normal.

You decided you may as well get dressed rather than lay there doing nothing.

After putting your clothes on and tightly securing your boots, you carefully made your way out of the room and around the hotel. There was a ship model you'd never seen before, big enough for more than two if a handful of people needed to squish in there for some reason.

You ran your hand over the worn metal, wondering if the Resistance had the ship for a long time or if it was gotten secondhand.

"The First Order would never own something so broken and pitiful." That thought had been running through your head, but you heard it in General Hux's voice.

Eyes widening, you spun around to see him standing there with his hands clasped behind his back, and you stumbled into the side of the ship.

"Are you truly afraid of me?" He asked incredulously as if he hadn't threatened you before and as if you didn't know how cruel he was. "Why would I ever hurt you?"

"I...I..." You wanted to say because he cared about nothing more than power, because you knew you didn't matter, but you were too terrified to lash out at him.

"You didn't think any less of us until he put ideas into your head. What did he ask for in return for saving you?" It almost seemed like he knew every detail of what you'd been doing with Poe, like he had known about this all along and had been listening in somehow. "Hm? Your innocence?" The look on your face changed enough to tell him he was correct. "Oh, and you gave it to him, didn't you? Foolish girl. You were warned all your life about those scum! They're selfish creatures who act based on their primal urges."

"They aren't," you managed to say with a little bite, though your eyes still held absolute fear in them.

"You were being manipulated from the moment he laid eyes on you." Hux had slowly been advancing towards you, distracting you with his hurtful words. "And you gave into it like a desperate whore."

"You sure about that, Hugs?" A new, familiar voice had you both looking over to see Poe standing there with his blaster at the ready. "Or are you thinking of yourself? I don't really get off on manipulating girls like you do."

Before either of you could even blink, Hux grabbed your arm and yanked you to his side, shoving his own blaster against your ribs. "I dare you to take a shot, scum."

Poe was visibly worried about your well-being, but he kept his composure like the professional he was. "If you think I'm afraid to kill you, guess again."

"I believe I should do the killing. Rid the galaxy of such a nuisance."

"Let her go and live a normal life, and you can kill me in whatever way you want to."

"No!"

Hux smirked at your protest and mulled over the idea despite the fact that he had intended to turn it down with a laugh at first. "Is that so?" He hummed. "I could always just kill you both."

Poe tightened his grip on his blaster; he didn't dare to shoot in fear that the man who held you would react too quickly and you would pay for his attack. "I don't think your mom would be very proud of you for that. Whoever she is."

You could feel Hux's anger as he held in your arm in a bruising grip.

"I advise you not to mention subjects which you know nothing about!"

"Did I hit a little nerve? Maybe you should kill me for it."

Poe was giving you these looks of I'm distracting him, run, and you might have had a chance to shove your ex-general away and take cover behind the ship while they fought.

But both men had equal chances of winning, and if Hux managed to get the perfect shot in first...you couldn't leave Poe to die when you were the reason he was doing any of this. He was doing this to save you.

"Don't kill him," you whispered, looking away from Poe's frustrated, begging gaze.

"Perhaps I will."

"You keep saying that, but you're not doing anything to me. Thinking about your mom and how disappointed she is?" Poe seemed to struggle slightly with mentioning moms and disappointment in one sentence.

"You are treading a dangerous line, rebel!"

"I don't know, maybe you're just more sensitive than you let on, Hugs."

"That's enough!"

"You're just a regular mama's boy."

A shot went off and the look on Poe's face changed from false smugness to absolute horror.

Your pain was hardly anything at first, before it bloomed into a sharp burning so intense that you were slumping in Hux's grip.

He released you and backed away to let you fall to the ground, looking at you in shock at his own actions.

Poe lowered his blaster for a moment. "No, no, no! You said you would kill me!" The desperation in his yells would have broken your heart if you weren't struggling to catch your breath in between surges of pain.

"I...believe I just did." Hux's voice was as surprised as his face, and perhaps there was a hint of self-reproach somewhere beneath his tone. He looked up in time to see Poe lifting his blaster again. He dodged a shot expertly and ran off around the building, leaving the pilot firing uselessly at a target that wasn't there.

"Damn it! Y/N?" He was on his knees beside you, dropping his blaster to the dirt. "Fuck, baby, let me look at you."

It wasn't as if you could stop him from pulling you closer.

He tugged at your shirt, trying to get the best look he could at your wound.

"It's not..." He hesitated. "It's not bad. If we can get you back to the Resistance, we have really good med droids that can patch you right up."

"It hurts." You grabbed onto his shirt as you searched for any sort of comfort.

"Hey, Poe?" Finn, BB-8, and a few pilots had stepped around the corner of the building, having been told by Poe not to intervene unless he gave them a signal. Finn only had to survey the situation for a second before he realized what had happened in connection with the commotion he could hear, and he quickly held his arms out to keep the pilots back.

"I know it hurts, but I gotta get you in my ship so we can get out of here." He slid one arm under your legs and the other under your back, starting to lift you.

"I can't!" Your cry of pain made him quickly set you back down, though he hadn't even lifted you an inch off of the ground.

"You can. It's gonna hurt for just a few seconds and then you can lay down."

"Poe, I can't." You emphasized that word with meaning that he could easily understand, tears in your eyes.

"No, baby, you can't give up on me. I have to show you the galaxy. I'm gonna show you every single thing, all the things you don't know to ask for."

You released his shirt with some effort, spreading your palm to feel his heartbeat quick against your hand. "You've shown me more than I could ever dream of. I didn't know there was so much..." You smiled, and winced, and looked up at him with questioning eyes. "What does love feel like, Poe?"

Your question seemed to surprise him in the current moment, and he gave a soft, teary laugh in his confusion. "I don't know, kid."

"I think...it feels like you." You pressed your hand harder into his chest, struggling to feel the hard beating even though you knew it was there. "Selfless. Caring. Warm. You are made up of nothing but love."

"I'm sorry." He lowered his tear-filled gaze.

"Don't be sad." You weakly cupped his cheek to bring his eyes back to yours.

"I was supposed to save you." He reached up to grasp your hand. "Aren't you sad?"

"I'm angry."

"Why angry?"

"Why was I destined to meet you and love you when I would barely get any time with you?"

"I don't know."

You closed your eyes, smiling slightly. "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Poe moved his hand off yours to stroke your face, making you look up at him. "Don't go?" He asked in such a soft voice that told you that you were not the first person to leave him.

"I wish...I could stay." Perhaps you were a bit sad, as a tear fell from your eye. "Thank you for helping me live."

"I'd do it again." Your hand slid down his face, then it fell completely. "Y/N?"

You were staring at him as if he weren't there. He touched your neck where a pulse should be found, and felt nothing.

He immediately gathered you up in his arms and pressed a kiss to your head, burying his face in your hair to hide his tears. "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

BB-8 rolled up behind him and gave a series of sad, low beeps. Poe made it well-known to those closest to him what you were like and how he felt about you, and the little droid heard the most of it.

Finn heard second most of it, and had his own layer of sadness since he had known you a little before Poe even did. You were the one person in the First Order who didn't scare the hell out of him. You deserved to get out of there and while he supposed you did, this wasn't how it was supposed to go.

"Hey, Poe." He knelt down, placing a comforting hand on the pilot's shoulder. "We can take her back to the base and...I can take her if you need me to..."

"I can take her," Poe interrupted. He looked down at you and shifted your position, standing up carefully so he wouldn't jostle you too much. "I was supposed to save her."

"You did. She's free."

"I guess." He carried you into the ship and laid you down in the safest spot he could find, gently stroking your hair.

Maybe you were free.

Or maybe you were just dead.

He didn't really know how it all worked.

All he knew was that he wanted you there and he wanted to show you everything.

He wanted to kiss you a hundred times.

He wanted to thank you for making him remember there was more to life outside of the war.

Most of all, he wanted to tell you that you were wrong.

He wasn't made up of nothing but love.

You were.

There was so much darkness and yet the smallest light broke through all of it, even if it was destined to be snuffed out eventually.

He took his time flying back to the base, looking at the stars differently now.

Looking for you.