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Forbidden Cells

Pairing: Thranduil x F!Reader

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Description: Years prior Thranduil had been torn away from you after your relationship had been discovered. Under the impression you had left Mirkwood he never expected to find you in one of Mirkwood’s cells when he became king.

Warnings: None? Thranduil’s father being an ass.

Word count: 1482

Thranduil stood in front of the large mirror in his new room, gazing at the reflection of the crown that now sat atop his head.

Whenever he had imagined becoming king it wasn’t like this. It wasn’t because his father was mauled to death in an ambush by giant spiders, orc, wargs and whatever other creatures had a grudge against him. It wasn’t because his mother went mad with grief afterward and passed away before his ceremony could be held. But most of all, it wasn’t without you by his side.

When his father had torn you away from each other, his mother stood idly by, giving him that look, the one that said ‘your father is right, listen to him’, after a moment of carelessness, he’d never felt so betrayed or heartbroken. Or so he thought.

When his father had come to his room later and told him that you had agreed to leave Mirkwood and never return for the good of the elves all those emotions only became stronger.

Thranduil never questioned his father’s words. You’d expressed your doubts about your lowly status as an elleth before, how surely a high ranking elf or even a princess from one of the other elf communities would be better suited to marry him, become queen when he became king, but he brushed it off every time. If you thought it was for the good of him and the rest of Mirkwood to leave, you would.

And so Thranduil learned to shut his emotions off, to be the coldhearted prince everyone, including his parents, expected him to be. He did what he was told, he stayed away from the cells in the lower levels after his parents forbade him from going there, claiming that some of the criminals would like nothing more than to see him dead.

He became a shell of who he used to be.

Thranduil glanced around what used to be his parents room before silently slipping out the door. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep and had no intention of lying there, brooding over memories of the past.

Hearing the sounds of celebration from above - no doubt drunken elves using his new title as a reason to party - Thranduil silently made his way towards the lower levels.

His parents had told him to stay away from them, but that was when he was a prince. He was a king now, someone who people trusted to keep them safe, and he couldn’t do that if he didn’t even know who was in his own cells.

Descending the steps he noticed that there were no guards, as they were most likely joining in on the festivals having already served the prisoners their supper.

Surprisingly, the cells were mostly empty bar a drunk dwarf who must have been caught sneaking into the party and brought to the cell until he was sober enough to find his way home without causing trouble. The only other cell occupied seemed to be the one furthest from the door. With the bars facing into the path all he could make out was low breathing and the shuffle of fabric against dirt as the occupant moved back into a corner hearing him approach.

Thranduil came to a stop in front of the cell, seeing the woman - elf or human? - who was huddled in a corner.

Her hair was long and tangled as shielded her face from his view. The skin he could see was dirty and discoloured by grime. Her dress was torn and…

Thranduil did a double take, the young king freezing in place. Despite the rips and dirt, he’d remember that dress anywhere. Of course he would. He’d had that dress custom made. 

That dress was the reason you weren't currently beside him as queen. After all, if he hadn’t given you the dress and told you to wear it to the moonlight dance being held that night then he would never have fallen in love with you all over again when he saw you in it.

He never would have risked kissing you, calling you meleth in a place where someone could walk around the corner and see you together.

You never would have left. But now… “Y/N?”

You looked up with a startled gasp at the familiar voice speaking your name.

When his parents had pulled him away to his room, the guards grasping your arms in tight grips and taking you to the throne room to await the king, you’d been terrified. Terrified of what your fate would be, terrified of how much trouble Thranduil would be in. Terrified of never being able to kiss him, or hug him, or even speak to him again.

And your fears were proved correct. The king had come back and had you dragged away to the dungeons for life. Or at least until his death, which didn’t seem likely to be anytime soon.

You’d been sure you’d never see your lover again.

But now… “Thranduil?” Your voice was raspy after years of having no one to talk to but now Thranduil stood in front of you, a crown upon his head, separated from you only by bars.

Thranduil struggled with words as he stood stared at you, poorly concealing his shock. Your face was just as dirty as the rest of you apart from dried tear tracks on your cheeks. Your eyes were dimmer than he’d ever seen them and there was no trace of the smile he’d 

come to love.

Suddenly he seemed to snap back into action when you repeated his name in your raspy voice. “Stay there. I’ll be back.”

As Thranduill left the cells, continuing down to the cellar he inwardly chastised himself. ‘Stay there?’ What kind of statement was that to say to his lover he hasn’t seen in years, who was currently locked in a cell that he was going to get the keys to?

Thankfully, the cellar was also empty apart from a few elves who were fetching more wine for the party above.

They didn’t seem to see him as he silently took the keys off their hook, retreating back up the stairs.

You didn’t know what to think when Thranduil disappeared downstairs. You didn’t know what his father had told him about you but surely he hadn’t know you were here if he was that shocked. Or maybe he did and he just hadn’t expected to see you in such a condition?

And then there was the crown that rested on his golden locks. It looked good on him, there was no doubt about that, but what did it mean for you, both as a person and as a couple?

Would you be free? Would you ever be a couple again? Did he still love you? Probably not. After all, he was a king now, and even if you were free to go back to your life you were still a lowly servant.

You couldn’t help but shiver slightly as a chill swept through the cells just as Thranduil returned, a set of keys in his hands.

When Thranduil returned to the cell he caught you shivering, and it made his heart pang. If it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t be here. But now he would get you out and spend as long as it took to earn your forgiveness, and maybe even your love back.

You watched as he fitted a key in the lock, turning it and pulling open the door, and for the first time in years there was nothing to separate you from him.

As Thranduil opened the door and crouched down to your level he couldn’t help but notice that you’d lost weight, and although you were still beautiful to him, you were no longer the healthy, happy elf he’d fallen in love with.

Your breathing was shaky and you could feel your heart speed up as the young king tentatively reached out to rest his hand on your cheek. Your eyes slipped closed for a moment as he ran his thumb across your cheekbone, but opened when you felt him pull away.

He studied you with a sorrowful gaze, his face only inches from yours. “Can you ever forgive me for letting this happen?” He murmured.

You blinked tears away. Why he would think this was his fault you didn’t know, but you couldn’t stand him being so close to you and looking so down.

“There’s nothing to forgive.” You murmured, gently lifting a hand to pull his face to yours and connecting your lips.

For a moment Thranduil froze, before moving his lips with yours and wrapping his arms around you tightly.

You both pulled back, leaning your foreheads together for a moment before he scooped you up in his arms, standing and for the first time in years, taking you out of the cell and to somewhere you could be safe and loved.

hiiii!! absolutely love your crosshair stuff (i’ve been on a crosshair binge since season three started lol) anyways i was hoping you could write something that’s like post-omega and crosshair escaping tantiss and reuniting with hunter and wrecker (end ep 4) with the prompts

11. I promised to love you forever, and that is a promise I intend to keep.

and

16. No matter how much time we’ve spent apart, I never stopped loving you.

like i was thinking crosshair and the reader are married but canon happened so the reader stayed with the bad batch and this would be the first time her and crosshair are seeing each other again since the end of season one at kamino

no rush for any of this btw. thankssss

Hello, hi! Thank you so much for this request. I had something similar going through my mind after the episode aired so was excited to see this drop in!! I hope you enjoy 😊

Never Stopped

When Omega's cryptic message leads to a heartfelt reunion on Ryloth's nearest moon, you didn't expect her to be accompanied by the one man you never thought you'd get to see again.

Pairing: Crosshair x f!reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: spoilers for S3E04, we love a good reunion, inner turmoil, fluff, comfort, pet names.

“I had help.” Omega’s statement hangs in the air until the light sound of footsteps on metal reaches your ears, and you turn alongside Wrecker to watch as someone steps out of the stolen transport.

No. Not someone.

Him.

For a second, you forget how to breathe, unable to tear your eyes away from the man you never dared hope you’d see again. The last time you’d seen him had been after the fall of Kamino, on that blasted platform in the middle of the ocean. You’d pleaded with him to come with you - to leave the Empire’s clutches - but he’d declined. Your stubborn, infuriating husband.

Maker, you’d missed him.

Before you even know what you’re doing, you’re running, crossing the inky darkness between the two ships, closing the distance between you as Crosshair takes the final step down onto the planet’s surface. He doesn’t have time to protest before your arms are around his neck, hauling him into a crushing embrace. His brothers might be wary, but you aren’t.

Crosshair freezes, caught off guard by your affection. In the short time it had taken you to reach him, he’d braced himself for a slap or to be chewed out. This was…unexpected. You’re warm against him, the softness of your body so familiar, as is the scent of your shampoo. Tentatively, he slides his arms around you in return, pulling you close to suffocate all space between you both, soaking up the feeling of having you back in his arms. “Kitten...”

The whispered term of endearment is all it takes, and a heaving sob leaves you before you can stop it.

Everything since the order was given crashes down on you – the shots he’d fired as you scrambled to escape Kamino, how relentlessly he’d chased you across the galaxy, Kamino falling, the distress message he’d sent to your old comms channel…it had felt never-ending.

But it was over now. 

As you bury your face against his chest, the torrent of emotions overwhelms you. There’s a sense of catharsis, a release from the pent-up anguish that had threatened to suffocate you. The weight of his presence feels like a balm to your wounded soul, and with each sob that racks your body, it’s as if a burden is lifted, allowing you to finally exhale the turmoil that had gripped you for far too long.

He’s here. In one piece. Free from the Empire’s clutches, with Omega in tow.

Hunter and Wrecker’s tension eases slightly as they witness the reunion between you and Crosshair, but they’re not ready to let their guard down just yet. They exchange knowing glances before Hunter clears his throat. “We need to go.” He shouts across the distance, feeling guilty for breaking the moment but knowing that the Empire won’t be far behind.

You pull back slightly, hands still clutching desperately at Crosshair as he meets your gaze. He’s never been one to cry, but unshed tears line those sharp eyes you’ve missed so much. Silently, you swipe away your tears with one hand, the other finding his to guide him towards the Marauder. A blur of motion whips past you, and you startle, but with a click of his tongue, Crosshair stills the creature responsible, and a hound falls into step beside him as you lead him back towards the ship.

It feels too good to be true, too easy. The nervousness Crosshair had felt rolling through him as he’d forced himself down the steps of the transport returns. Fingers interlaced with yours, he can feel the skin-warmed metal of your ring. It’s still there after everything.

He feels nauseous as you cross the darkness towards the ship that had once been his home. He glances at Wrecker as you both pass him and the apprehension on his big brother’s face wavers for just a second before Crosshair looks away, unable to stand it.

Hunter has already ushered Omega inside, the young girl saying hello to Gonky, who beeps happily at her return. Crosshair lets you situate him in one of the back seats in the cockpit as Wrecker comes up the ramp, smacking the button to shut it as Hunter takes Tech’s seat and fires up the engines. 

Tech.

Crosshair swallows, bile rising in his throat. His twin is gone. Omega had brokenly told him what had happened during one of her many visits to his cell. Guilt curls through him - his brother had insisted on the mission to Eriadu and had been keen to find him, which ultimately led to his sacrifice.

Crosshair barely registers the ship setting off or the jump to hyperspace.

A soft squeeze of his hand draws his focus, and his head tilts to look across at you. Your wide eyes, which he adores, look at him with concern and something else he can’t quite put his finger on. Hunter and Wrecker are in the pilot and copilot seats, Omega curled in Hunter’s lap as they catch up while Wrecker pets Batcher.

You can practically see Crosshair’s discomfort, so you lead him out into the belly of the ship, closing the cockpit doors behind you to give the pair of you some privacy. “I thought I’d lost you.” You whisper, your voice barely above a breath as you sit side by side on one of the bunks, bodies tilted towards each other.

“Have to try harder than that.” Crosshair’s answer is quick, and the vice-like grip of dread that had encircled his heart slackens as he hears you laugh - it’s a short and sharp sound, nothing like the melodic giggles he’d grown accustomed to during the war, but it’s something. And Maker, does it feel good.

You’d almost forgotten what it was like to be on the receiving end of his quips, and for a moment, it’s like nothing has changed. But you spot something missing as you turn his hand over in yours. 

His wedding ring is gone.

“They took it from me.” He’s quick to reassure you, seeing the pained expression on your pretty face. He hadn’t even been able to fight to keep it, having woken up on Tantiss without it. The troopers had quickly silenced him whenever he’d asked about its whereabouts.

Silence settles between you both for a moment, your gaze fixed on this hand - on the vacant spot. “We’ll get you a new one,” you state quietly, lifting your eyes to finally meet his.

Crosshair’s brows furrow in disbelief at your words. After everything he’s done and the pain and betrayal, he can’t fathom why you still want to be married to him. Guilt and shame churn in his gut, threatening to overwhelm him. “Why?” he asks, his voice low and raspy, his gaze searching yours for some semblance of an answer.

You reach out and gently cup his cheek, your touch sending shivers down his spine. “I promised to love you forever, and that’s a promise I intend to keep,” you say simply, your eyes reflecting a depth of emotion that Crosshair can’t comprehend. “Despite everything, I still believe in us - in you. No matter how much time we’ve spent apart, I never stopped loving you.”

A lump forms in Crosshair’s throat as he struggles to process your words. He’d spent so long convincing himself that he was better off paying for his sins in that cell. But here you are, offering forgiveness and understanding. He searches your eyes for any sign of deceit or resentment but finds unwavering sincerity and love.

Crosshair reaches out, hand shaking as his fingers brush your cheek. “Maybe you’ve hit your head too many times, kitten.” Crosshair quips, a hint of his trademark sarcasm slipping through. Despite the gravity of the moment, he can’t resist teasing you. But deep down, he’s grateful for your forgiveness and unwavering love, even if he doesn’t understand it.

You roll your eyes at his remark, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Maybe you just need a few more hits to knock some sense into that thick skull of yours.” You retort, your tone teasing yet filled with affection.

As the playful banter lingers in the air, a moment of quiet settles between you both, the reality of the situation sinking in. Crosshair’s gaze softens, his hand lingering on your cheek as he soaks in your closeness. “I love you too.” He whispers, his voice barely audible above the hum of the ship’s engines. “I never stopped either.”

Your heart swells with relief and happiness, and with a soft smile, you press a gentle kiss to the back of his hand, feeling the slight tremble beneath your lips. “What happened, my heart?” You ask, your voice soft and concerned, brows drawn down as you watch how he shakes.

Crosshair hesitates for a moment. “They did…things. Some I remember. Some I don’t.” He answers vaguely.

You’re familiar with this game. He doesn’t want to think about it. Doesn’t want to talk about it. And while you know he'll need to one day, today’s not that day. Respecting his unspoken plea not to delve deeper into the horrors he endured, you gently squeeze his hand, offering him a reassuring smile. “We don’t have to talk about it now.” You murmur softly. “But we need to get you out of those awful clothes.” You change the subject, wrinkling your nose. “Handsome you may be, but this is not working.” You make a vague gesture at his outfit.

Crosshair chuckles softly at your remark, the memories chased away for the time being by your attempt to lighten the mood. “I’ll have you know; I make anything look good,” he retorts with a smirk. “But I suppose some fresh clothes wouldn’t hurt.”

You nod in agreement, grateful for the ease with which the two of you fall back into rhythm. “Exactly, and I’m sure I can find something more comfortable for you.” You reply, standing up and glancing around the small quarters of the ship.

As you start to pull crates out from the nearby storage racks, Crosshair watches you with a slight smile, admiring the familiar sight of you in motion. “You always know just how to take care of me,” he remarks, his voice low and warm, a tone saved just for you.

You shoot him a playful smile over your shoulder. “Someone has to.” You quip back, pulling out the crate you’d been looking for.

His kit crate. You still had his kit crate, with all your doodles on the outside – his name in Aurebesh, the squad’s symbol, a copy of his tattoo, and ever so slightly wonky hearts that he’d made a show of grumbling about but secretly loved.

Crosshair’s surprise is evident as he watches you retrieve a clean undersuit from the crate. He’d assumed its contents would be long gone - tossed aside, sold, or scrapped. The fact that you kept all his armour, along with his bucket, fills him with a strange mix of emotions. “Didn’t think you’d keep it,” Crosshair finally manages to say.

Before you can respond, footsteps interrupt the moment, drawing your attention towards the source. Hunter steps out from the cockpit – even with the door shut, he can still hear everything. His eyes meet Crosshair’s, and while he knows there’s a lot for them to talk about and work through, and he’s still not entirely sure he fully trusts his baby brother, he wants to offer him some reassurance. It’s the least he can do. “We were never going to get rid of it,” Hunter says, his voice firm yet gentle. “You’re still one of us.”

Crosshair finds himself at a loss for words. Emotions swirl within him, a tumultuous mix of gratitude and guilt. As Hunter’s words sink in, his gaze flickers back to you. Despite the doubts and fears that linger in his mind, one thing is certain: he’s home.

With a small smile, you offer the clean undersuit to your husband. “Here,” you say softly, your voice laced with affection. “Let’s get you changed.”

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What if one evening Dean found 'queering the map' while getting drunk to numb his pain of missing Cas and read some of the stories on there and then the next time missing Cas got unbearable he went back and one by one started adding his own lil snippets to the map, as if he was talking to Cas.

📍"This is the barn where we met for the first time (on this plane anyways). I stabbed you. You smiled at me. I knew nothing back then"

📍"I took you to this Den of Equity. In reality it was an excuse to spend the last night on earth with you."

📍"This is where I came up from purgatory, without you. Did you know I kept seeing you everywhere? Did you know I was thinking about coming back to find you?"

📍"We had some mean burgers here. Or rather I did. You ordered your usual - coffee, not to seem too suspicious. I don't know if you realized but you drank a sip or two that time. Little human things. It made me smile into my own cup. It made me hopeful"

📍"Once again you touched me to heal me and I thought to myself I could take any pain, even hell, if it meant I could feel your tender touch again"

📍"I buried your ashes here. There was a brook with a windmill nearby, a field full of forget-me-nots. As if I could ever forget you"

📍"There is a haunted house here. Or rather was (me and Sam took care of that) I killed myself here today. Briefly. But maybe I wanted it to stick this time."

📍"This phone booth is my favourite place in the whole wide world now. I still see you in its faint glow. So real, so solid, alive."

📍"You died here. After you told me I was the one thing you wanted and couldn't have. But you had me, sweetheart, you did, you do."

📍"Tomorrow we'll open a portal here. All the ingredients are gathered. The spells are ready. Tomorrow I'll get to kiss you for the first time."