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stormkobra-5 · 2 years

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Birthday Wishes

Pairing: Poe Dameron x GN!Reader

Fic Type: Drabble

Summary: It’s Poe’s birthday, but he’s been so caught up in his duties that he didn’t even remember it. Good thing he has the best s/o and droid son ever, right?

A/N: Happy birthday (of an unknown year; how old is he turning? 36? I should know this...) to my gorgeous husband Poe Dameron, the best damn pilot in the galaxy <3

Notes: So, I’m trying out a new format here... I actually like it better. Think I might stick with this for all my fics.

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Poe counts as his own warning tbh, and so does Beebs being the best droid son ever. There’s some implied suggestive themes. Otherwise, none that I can think of.

Poe massaged his temples, desperately trying to keep from just dumping all of his general duties on Finn and going to go take a three-day nap.

Or flight. He probably couldn’t sit still for that long.

Better yet, a three-day flight in an area of space where he can nap in the cockpit. That’s the dream right there. The war may be over, but there’s a new one with only Finn and Poe on the front lines: being in charge of rebuilding. It’s a struggle— financially, physically, and politically— for the victorious New Republic to assist the vast colonies throughout the galaxy in their healing process, much more of one to deal with the endless streams of paperwork, of unsatisfied citizens and leaders, or pushy ones. It seems like every day there’s a flood of new problems on top of yesterday’s, and Poe’s not sure exactly how much he can take before he grabs you in one arm and BB-8 in the other to take off to Yavin IV.

Finn nudged him pointedly with an elbow, and Poe tiredly lifted his head to try and listen to the words coming out of Connix’s mouth. He barely heard any of the rest of her words, instead saying what he always did when things became too much for him: “Thanks, Connix. I’ll look over the details again later.”

Understanding, Connix nodded with sympathy before departing to continue her daily tasks. Finn regarded him curiously. “You alright, man?”

“No,” Poe huffed. “I’m tired. I’m hungry. I’m antsy. I wanna sleep for a couple days and do some barrel rolls in my ship. Maybe I’d like a nice relaxing picnic with Y/N or some rounds at the shooting ring.”

“Those are some... varying emotions,” Finn replied after a second, stifling laughter. “You seen ‘em today? Y/N?”

Poe shook his head. Another reason he was so irritated today. He was woken up at 4:00 AM by Beaumont Kin knocking on his bunk door and demanding his presence urgently, and as it turned out, one of their transports had caught fire due to some iffy wiring. It would’ve been a much better day if he’d woken up to you by his side, but instead all he’d found was a cold bed and a note that read “Went out with Rey, be back later XOXO.”

Cute.

But annoying.

Why the hell couldn’t you have told him in person? His days are always easier to deal with if he starts them with a kiss from you, not to mention a nice warm hug. So if he doesn't start his mornings off by your side, he's extra pissy.

It doesn't help that Finn's been grinning at him all day. Like he's up to no good. Poe huffs deeply and puts his head in his hands. "No, Finn, I haven't seen them."

Finn patted his back. "I'm sure they’ll show up. It's only a matter of time."

At that precise moment, BB-8-- who he also hadn't seen all day, which was a bit concerning for him-- approached with a series of soft whistles and beeps, as if he hadn’t disappeared into oblivion without warning. At once, Poe pushed himself out of his seat to kneel on the cracked duracrete floor before his droid. “Buddy! Hey! Where’ve you been?”

Bweep bwreet, the droid replied in Binary, and Poe frowned. “With Y/N? Where are they?”

Bwerp bweep, BB-8 answered, and began to roll away, only picking up speed when he was certain that Poe was following like he had requested. He noticed Finn’s grin widen and narrowed his eyes at him. “What’re you up to?”

“Nothing at all!” Finn chirped. He sounded a little too cheerful. “Just keep following your droid.”

Poe’s frown deepened. Now he was highly intrigued and sort of concerned. The last time something like this had happened you and Poe had been covered in head-to-toe with honey and feathers, so he wasn’t very keen on doing anything that involved Finn’s mischief.

But you were also involved this time around.

Which could be very good, or very, very bad.

He might as well get it over with.

So with a heavy sigh, Poe trudged after his little droid companion, who beeped and booped reassuringly as he led the pilot/general through the busy halls, all the way out onto the tarmac. Stubbornly, BB-8 refused to answer any of his questions, and Finn would only mumble something incoherent and unconvincing. Eventually he was taken right to the area where Black Squadron parked their vehicles, but he could see no sign of anyone.

“Beebs...” Poe sighed, “What are you doing?”

In answer, BB-8 rolled ahead into the middle of the makeshift corral of wings and engines, then gave his little thumbs-up with his lighter. Poe, understandably, was confused.

Then he jumped out of his skin with a startled “GYAH” as at least a dozen people leapt out of hidden hiding places in time with Finn abruptly grabbing his shoulders, all of them screaming at once, “SURPRISE!!!”

Confetti was dumped on him from above, where Snap and Karé, on respective sides and perched on their x-wing’s s-foils, poured barrels of the colorful shredded paper onto him. A cover was pulled off his x-wing to reveal a fresh coat of brand new, hotshot paint— the one he’d been telling you about for months now—

Poe was surprised. He had no idea what the hell was going on. Black Squadron, Rey, Rose, Chewie— hell, even Threepio and Artoo were there, dragging along Dio with them. And then there was you, running to him to throw your arms around his neck. He returned the hug eagerly, though still in a bit of a daze. “Guys... what...”

“Happy birthday, silly!” You laughed as you squeezed him tighter, and Poe realized with a jolt of alarm that, yes, it was indeed his birthday.

And in the midst of everything... you’d remembered. You all remembered when even he himself hadn’t. “Oh, baby...” He hugged you close, feeling a rush of gratitude and love for you and all of his friends for your thoughtfulness. “I... I completely forgot...”

“We know,” Rey laughed, eyes crinkling up in response to her bright smile. “That’s why we did this for you. You deserve it, Poe.”

He couldn’t help it: tears of emotion gathered in his eyes that he tried hard to stifle. “Guys...” He scanned over the gathered assembly of his loved ones, then smiled hard as a couple of grateful tears did fall. “You’re all amazing. Thank you... thank you so much. You didn’t have to... you didn’t have to do any of this. I... I don’t even know...” He shook his head, fighting through the emotion in his throat to add as he lifted his eyes to meet those of everyone else, slowly surveying the gathered crowd, “I just want you to know that I love you all, very much.”

“And we love you, Poe,” You said into his chest, and he hugged you tighter. Chewie roared softly and shambled forward to engulf both of you in a hug that took your breath away and lifted you clean off the ground.

“Love you too, big guy,” Poe wheezed with a smile, and Chewie set you both carefully back down. Just in time, too.

With the apparatus attached to his waist, Threepio came closer with a home-made cake with the one singular candle you could scrounge up. “I do hope you enjoy the cake, sir. We thoroughly exploited my vast mental database to find the correct recipe for this type of climate and our limited food supplies.”

Poe smiled fondly at the droid. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, Threepio.”

Rose lit the candle, and in tandem, everyone around him sang, “Happy birthday.” By the end of it, Poe was sure his face muscles would never work properly again he was smiling so hard. The cake was delicious. The drinks were good. The music was better. And when the night had nearly been spent celebrating Poe’s birthday, you found him after he’d snuck away from the crowd to look over a quiet stream bubbling along its merry way, finishing off his cocktail.

“Hey, birthday boy.”

“Well that sounded sexy,” Poe commented slyly, quirking his eyebrows at you from over the rim of his glass. You made a face, playfully swatting his arm.

“How’d you like it?”

Poe beamed at you, pulling you in for a sideways hug. “I loved it.” He kissed your temple. “You didn’t have to do all that for me, babe. You could’ve just said ‘happy birthday.’”

You peck his lips. “Yeah I did. ‘Cause I love you, Poe, with all my heart, and I wanted to show you in the most extravagant way possible. You deserve it.”

Poe hums thoughtfully— he was paying attention, he swears it— but his eyes were on your lips as you spoke, and you’d hardly finished before he leaned down and captured your mouth with his in a slow, passionate kiss. It burned like you’d flown too close to the corona of a sun, and you pulled away with a certain kind of look in your eyes that he had kind of anticipated and had been hoping for all evening. You ran your hand down his arm, biting your lips to stifle a smile, and started pulling him innocently by his wrist back toward base.

“What’s this?” Poe asked teasingly, knowing full well what’s happening.

“You’ve got one more present to unwrap, flyboy.”

Poe chucked his cocktail over his shoulder and into the jungle underbrush carelessly, rushing after you immediately. “I like the sound of that.”

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