Star Wars Oneshots

Compassionate (Poe Dameron x Reader)

"Got a project for you, (Y/N)!" Your good friend turned general, Poe Dameron, called to you as you were busy sorting through some parts that had wound up in the 'extra' bin. You looked over to see him accompanied by BB-8, and also a small lamp-looking droid. 

"Who's this?" You asked, wiping the grease from your hands on your pants, crouching down to the little one's level. 

"This is D-O, he's been through a lot." Poe crouched down also, watching as D-O backed away from your hand, stuttering out a small "no thank you" which made you hum. 

"Seems like it." You had a soft spot for abused droids, and Poe knew it. He also knew that you had been on the lookout for a droid to call your own. "It's alright, D-O, you're safe with us." Your voice was gentle as if you were speaking to a child, and it warmed Poe's heart that despite the constantly waging war, you managed to remain soft at heart. "Any story on him?" 

"BB-8 found him, got him working. I was wondering if you could take a look at him and make sure he's functioning correctly?" 

"Of course!" Your eyes were full of excitement. 

"Hear that, buddy? She'll fix you up." He spoke to the skittish droid, who warrily rolled up to you, seemingly trying to figure you out. 

"Very kind." The droid uttered. "Thank you." You could've cried. 

"You're absolutely welcome, pal." You smiled, gently patting D-O on the head before turning your attention back to Poe, BB-8 leading D-O around to where your work station resided as the two of you stood up. "Any other updates, General?" You asked with a smirk. It was totally normal for best friends to constantly flirt with each other, right? Given the war, you figured it was. It had always been normal for the two of you, even if it occasionally went farther than just flirting. 

"Careful," He took a step closer to you, placing one hand on your hip. "Keep saying it like that, and you just might end up getting punished for it." He whispered into your ear, causing your heart to flutter and your body to grow warm, leaning into him. 

"Maybe that's my goal?" You retorted. You were about to say more when you heard an angry shout from behind you, followed by a loud crash and a tiny, robotic voice apologizing. Your eyes closed as you sucked in a deep breath, hoping it wasn't D-O, but knowing that it was. "I'll see you later?" 

"Same place as always." He leaned in, quickly kissing you before you turned to defend the droids that were currently in your care. 

Walking over to the pile of scrap metal which had been knocked across the floor, you apologized to your coworker in his native tongue, promising to clean up the mess, then turned to the troublesome BB-8 and terrified D-O, kneeling beside them. 

"Alright, kids - who did what?" You looked between them with a small smile, listening to the overly-exaggerated beeps coming from BB-8, nodding along and humming in understanding every so often. D-O was silent, letting BB do the explaining. "D-O, is that true?" 

"Af-firmative." The nervous droid teetered back and forth and it spoke, you gestured it to come closer.

"Is it okay if I pick you up, pal?"

"No thank you." 

"Okay, well can I give you an itty-bitty hug? I'm not mad, you're not in trouble. You're a good droid." You assured it, patting it on the 'head' as the small droid rolled against you, as if it were trying to hug you. BB-8 followed suit, rolling up to you as well in the same fashion. You had an arm around them both with a smile on your face. 

Poe had been watching the whole interaction, arms crossed and smiling. If there was one thing he loved the most about you, it was how compassionate you were, even towards those without a heart-beat. Your constant positivity and kind, sweet spirit was something to be admired during a time of such an awful war.