Do You Love Me?
Pairings: Poe x Reader
Warnings: Trigger warnings for PTSD, mild memories of abuse nothing too graphic.
Prompt: Anon asked ‘ Are you accepting requests? If so, could you write a imagine for me where the reader was a slave for so long, but Poe saved her, and when they finally admit that they love each other and they’re about to kind of have sex, Poe needs to calm the reader because she used to be abused, so at the end they just spend the night talking, with Poe saying to the reader that he will never let anything happens to her again? Thank you so much, dear, I love your blog! It’s the best one (:’
A/N: So after some writer’s block I finally managed to pump this out. Hope you like it. I’ll trying working on the other one as I did say I was going to publish 2 today but I can;t promise anything. Also thank you for all the support and messages.
Star light dimly lit the world around, sending a tranquil light over everything it touched making the earth somewhat glow peacefully. Out on a field, surrounded by flowerbeds and trees sat two people, deep in conversation, unaware of the world around them. Everything had long gone to bed, sleep claiming them for another night allowing everything to fall into quiet slumber except for the two friends who were defiant to let themselves fall. They rarely got an opportunity to be alone together to just talk and they cherished each and every moment they could find.
“That’s how my mum taught me how to fly,” Poe was reminiscing about his past, going through every minor detail he could remember. He enjoyed talking about his childhood just as much as y/n enjoyed listening to it. For y/n childhood was harsh and unforgiving so hearing nice stories about people’s pasts brought her some temporary relief because to y/n, her childhood meant nothing. Having grown up a slave she had lost all hope in ever really gaining one and once her body grew past the age of childhood her owners made sure all innocence was taken, leaving her a shell, a potential of a woman that never really got to bloom. That was until she met Poe.
He had saved her from that life, turning down direct orders so that he could save the woman who now sat before him. He didn’t regret it, he even took the punishments that he received gladly. He knew that all of it was nothing compared to pain they would have both felt if he had left her behind.