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MINE Fandom: Call of Duty Characters: Ghost x GN!Reader Warnings: Swearing, possessive Ghost, teasing, brat-taming(ish?), balaclava kisses and kissing. A/N: This is for Sky and galaxy full of shining little stars. Love you! <3

I was inspired to write this by Sky's TT videos. And yes, I have his permission to write and publish this. :)

Enjoy!

"Stop that." A mischievous smile lit up your face when you heard his familiar voice behind you. The club's bass thumped through the walls, setting the rhythm for the night. The beat was almost hypnotic, taking over you as you let your hips sway almost in seductive way, not caring about Ghost or his demand. But you could feel a pair of intense brown eyes staring at you, gaze so intense it almost burned your skin.

His gaze followed your every move, his jaw clenching under that skull-printed balaclava - a silent signal that your teasing was working its magic, just as you wanted. The music's tempting rhythm encouraged you to move more, your hips swaying in a way that left little to the imagination. Ghost's eyes tracked your every motion, a mixture of warning and raw desire in his gaze.

"Stop that," Ghost's voice rumbled again above the music, his eyes narrowing at your provocative ways. You chuckled, turning to face him with a teasing glint. The air between you crackled with anticipation as his blue eyes met yours.

"Or what?" you challenged, voice barely audible over the thumping bass. Ghost's expression darkened, a possessive edge taking over. He was not going to let you act like a brat in public. Actions have consequences, as he liked to remind you every time you were receiving punishment for being a brat.

The heat between you and Ghost instantly built up as he pulled you closer, the heat of his body searing through the thin fabric of your clothes.

"Or I might need to remind you who you fuckin' belong to, little star," he murmured into your ear. The intensity of his gaze fueled the fire inside. A shiver ran down your spine as his hands trailed slowly down to your hips.

"You're pushing your limits," he growled, your challenging gaze met with a sly grin. The club throbbed with energy, the loud bass and flashing lights surrounding you. Ghost's hands explored your body, with each touch leaving a trail of fire on your skin. Tension filled the air as he kissed you through the fabric of his balaclava. The thumping bass seemed to synchronize with the rhythm of your heartbeats as you grasped onto him. In that moment, everything else faded away.

Breaking the fabric-covered kiss Ghost's intense gaze locked onto yours, his eyes filled with a primal hunger. “You're mine, little star," Ghost grunted, his hot breath tickling your skin. His hands squeezed you closer to him, so you could feel exactly how he felt. The adrenaline was running through your veins.

A moment of silence lingered between you two.

"You drive me insane," he finally confessed, his voice a raspy whisper as he leaned his forehead against yours. A mischievous smile played on your lips as your fingertips traced a teasing pattern on Ghost's chest.

"Maybe that's my plan," you hummed, closing your eyes to savor the moment. The hypnotic music, flashing lights and the presence of others faded away, leaving only the two of you in your own private universe. Ghost's grip on your hips tightened and you could hear him sigh. You moved your body against him, a small smile playing on your lips.

"You're playing with fire, little star," Ghost murmured, his lips briefly brushing against yours. A playful grin spread across your face. "Mm, but maybe I like to burn," you teased playfully, enjoying how he reacted to your touch and words. Ghost's eyes locked onto yours, amusement and hunger reflecting in their depths.

"Testing my patience here," he warned, though a subtle squint in his eyes giving away the smirk beneath the mask.

As the music shifted, Ghost spun you around and guided your movements. The tempo slowed and he pulled you even closer, the scent of his familiar cologne heightening the sensory experience of the moment.

"You know I can make you behave," he murmured, his words sending a shiver down your spine. You met his challenge with a playful smirk. "But where's the fun in that?"

The chemistry between you and Ghost crackled like electricity and the dance floor lit up like a stage just for you two. His possessiveness and your playful attitude created a magnetic pull that neither of you could resist. The club's energy was mixed with pulsing music and flashing lights, creating an almost intoxicating atmosphere. Ghost's hold on you tightened and you couldn’t help it as you pulled his mask just enough to crash your lips against his. You could feel his body tensing before relaxing into the kiss, as you had successfully surprised him with it. The kiss held all the desire that had been that had been building since the first provocative sway of your hips.

His hand gripped your jaw as the kiss deepened, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. Your hands found their way to Ghost's chest, fingers dancing along the fabric of his jacked. Desire and hunger lingered in the air, leaving both of you breathless. Ghost's hands moved with purpose, exploring the curves of your body as if trying to memorize everything from you. Finally breaking the kiss Ghost's intense gaze locked onto yours. “You’re dangerous, little star,” he declared, the smoldering intensity reflecting in his eyes, leaving you captivated and craving more. "I thought you liked a little danger," you teased amused, his fingers trailing along the skin of your neck. "I do," Ghost admitted, as you leaned into his touch, the air heavy with anticipation. His hands moved lower, as a subtle reminder of the control he held over you.

"But you know, little star, I might need to take you home and remind you of who you belong to," Ghost's lips brushed against your ear as he whispered. A playful grin spread across your face. "And how do you plan on doing that?" you inquired, watching as he pulled his mask back on. He leaned in, fabric-covered lips grazing yours.

"Be a good little star," he smirked, "and I'll show you."

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writing fanfic means ignoring my responsibilities all day while imagining how cartoon characters fuck and then being validated by some horny internet stranger with a username like "spitinmybootyholetomiokagiyuu" who says nicer things about me than my parents ever did

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Reblog if reading someone else’s fanfiction has helped you get through a hard day

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Simon "Ghost" Riley being your bodyguard would include [part 1]

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN!reader

Warnings: mention of kidnapping, mention of arms dealing.

A/N: This is headcanon "Simon Riley being your bodyguard would include", part 1/3: How Simon Riley got recruited to be your bodyguard.

What do you think, should I turn this into full fic?

Captain Price standing by the large map of the world, studying various markers and intel reports. Simon entering the room, his posture disciplined as he salutes the captain.

"Simon, good that you're here. I've got a new assignment for you."

Price telling about the mission briefly: the L/N family is under threat as their only child has become the target of some dangerous individuals. They're already attempted to kidnap you once and it's no doubt they will try again.

It turns out that during one of Task Force 141's previous missions, they had encountered a high-ranking member of the illegal arms trade network that now threatens the L/N family. This mission involved disrupting a major arms deal orchestrated by the network.

In the aftermath of that mission, Task Force 141 obtained valuable intel that revealed the existence of a larger, more dangerous network. However, the intel wasn't complete and they needed more information to fully dismantle the operation.

It's during their ongoing investigation that they discover the connection between the L/N family and the arms trade network.

During that ongoing investigation happened the first attempt of kidnapping.

The first kidnapping attempt further solidified the need for your protection and Task Force 141 realized just how grave the situation had become. The perpetrators were not just ordinary criminals; they were part of a well-connected and dangerous network with access to advanced weaponry and resources.

This is why Price invited Simon into his office.

Simon's eyes narrowing slighty, registering the seriousness of the situation. "What my job would be, sir?"

Captain Price looks at Simon, his expression unwavering. He knows the man and he also knows that Simon Riley is the best man for this mission.

"Your job, Simon, is to be Y/N's shadow. You're their bodyguard. You'll be with them at all times, ensuring their safety and acting as their first line of defense."

Simon's jaw clenching as he takes in the responsibility. He can't shake the image of you being a typical party person, who is born into wealth and privilege, seemingly clueless about the dangers of lurking in the shadows.

"Sir, I understand the importance of this mission. But I'm not a bodyguard, I'm a soldier. I'm trained to fight, not to hold someone's hand. If you want someone to babysit them, you're looking at the wrong guy."

Price raising an eyebrow and being seemingly amused by Simon's resistance.

"You might be a soldier, but you're also one of the best, Simon. I handpicked you for this mission because I trust your instincts, your combat skills, and your ability to adapt to any situation."

Simon sighing as he feels the weight of captain's trust on his shoulders.

"With all due respect, sir, this feels like a waste of my skills. Protecting a pampered heir doesn't exactly scream 'special forces.'"

Captain Price's expression softens slightly, understanding Simon's frustration. "I know it's not your usual mission, but I need you to put aside your preconceptions about Y/N L/N. They are not what they appear to be on the surface."

Simon's curiosity was piqued, but he remains skeptical. "What do you mean, sir?"

Captain Price leaning in, lowering his voice to a whisper.

"You'll see."

The smirk on Price's face as Simon blinks in surprise.

Simon knows he doesn't have any options but to give in. It's a sense of duty and responsibility.

"I won't let you down, sir. I'll protect them with everything I've got."

After this Simon joined the rest of the team in the briefing room, where Captain Price goes over the details of the mission, laying out their plan to protect you and gather more intel on the arms trade network.

Simon couldn't help but feel a mix of determination and unease. He knew that this mission was not going to be a walk in the park. Your life depended on their success and he had to set aside his reservations and focus on the task at hand.

The team would work in shifts to ensure round-the-clock surveillance on you, setting up secure communication channels and keeping you safe.

It was clear that this job would require Simon's attention 24/7 and he would be the one responsible of your safety. Where you would go, he'ld go. And for what Simon understood, your social calendar was full of events and parties.

After the briefing Soap gave Simon a knowing look.

"Looks like you've got yourself a little spark to protect, Ghost."

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Yeah my life might be complicated but at least me and [fictional character] are living our best lives right now.

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PLEASE NOTE: REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED, I will take more requests at the end of August.

Requests for short " x reader" stories are open until Mon 31.7. for following:

✔️ The Mandalorian

✔️ Marvel

✔️ Fate: The Winx Saga

✔️ Task Force 141

✔️ Stranger Things

❌️ No smut, no drugs, no abusing behaviour.

✅️ Fluff, comfort, funny, happy, making you smile.

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MISSED CALL. Pedro Pascal x reader [Hi, it's me -series, #2]

Summary: After a long day on set, Pedro leaves a heartfelt voice message, expressing his concerns and struggles.

Characters: Pedro Pascal x reader Warnings: Mention of a prop gun and shooting. A/N: This is a short fanfic, being part of my "Hi, it's me" -series with Pedro, collection of simple, short fanfics. This series with short fanfics is inspired after having a dream about Pedro leaving a comforting voice message. As I said before, I wanted to explore more his character and improve my own writing. I usually don't write anything with a real person, but this time I made an expectation. Pedro is so sweet. I will ensure that the fanfic remains tasteful and respectful towards the real person. Part 1: LATE NIGHT CALLS.

*********** The prop gun in Pedro's hand felt heavier than usual as he adjusted his stance, trying to get into character. The scene called for a tense confrontation, and he had to portray a conflicted character torn between duty and compassion. In front of him, a small blonde woman knelt on the ground, her tear-streaked face covered in dirt, desperately pleading for mercy while shielding a frightened child on her lap.

Pedro's gaze locked with the woman's, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. He could see the genuine fear and desperation in her eyes, even though he knew it was all part of the scene. But as he held the weight of the gun in his hand, an unexpected hesitation washed over him. In that brief pause, Pedro's mind couldn't help but wander to thoughts of you.

As the camera continued to roll, he found himself caught between the scripted lines and his own inner turmoil. "There's a debt to be paid, Rosie," Pedro said, his voice faltering for a moment before regaining its composure. "This is the only way the scale will be balanced." His tone was cold and calculated as he pressed the trigger. The scene came to an end with the director calling "Cut."

As the director approached Pedro and his co-star, he knew this would be a long day at work.

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Sun had set hours ago, when Pedro finally found himself alone in his trailer. This wasn't his best day and even though he had tried his best, somehow the outcome wasn't exactly what he wanted. Every scene, every line, every moment was overshadowed by the yearning to be with you. Ruffling his soft curls while letting out a long, exhausted sigh, Pedro pulled out his phone to see if you had already answered in his latest text message.

As Pedro's eyes scanned through his notifications, his heart sank a little when he realized there was no response from you yet. He knew he shouldn't let it bother him too much. After all, everyone had their own lives and responsibilities. But deep down, he couldn't shake off the concern that something might be wrong. Feeling a mix of worry and disappointment, Pedro decided to give you a call. He held his breath as the phone rang, but there was no answer. It went straight to voicemail. A wave of unease washed over him, and he couldn't help but leave a voice message, hoping to ease his growing anxiety.

"Hey, it's me," Pedro started, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. "I just wanted to make sure you're alright. I know we're both busy, and I understand if you haven't had the chance to respond. But I can't help but worry about you. Please, whenever you get a chance, give me a call or just send a message to let me know you're okay."

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check. "You were right, by the way. About this film, I mean. This character I'm playing, he's really something... I don't know, this was one of the hardest day on the set so far. I kept messing with my lines and my character, I don't even know why. I just..." he took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check. "I want to give my very best for this film, I don't want to disappoint everyone."

His fingers tapped the armrest of the sofa as he tried to find right words. "I... I don't want you to be disappointed in me. You're the reason I finally agreed to do this, because you said there wouldn't be anyone else to make this character alive. You believe in me, you're always supporting me no matter what and... and you don't know how much that means to me, mi amor. Your presence, your support, your laughter. You have this way of grounding me, of making everything feel right. And right now, I could really use that."

He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart. "These past few days have felt empty without you. I know this job is taking a lot of my time right now, but maybe we could have video call. I heard some new terrible jokes that I know you're going to love." A gentle chuckle escaped his lips as he imagined the scene. "I promise, they're so bad that you won't be able to resist laughing. Actually, I have to tell you one joke" Pedro said with a playful tone.

"Why did the scarecrow win an award?" He paused for a moment, relishing in the cheesiness of the joke. "Because he was outstanding in his field!" Pedro couldn't help but chuckle at his own joke, hoping that it would bring a little laughter to your day. "I know, it's terrible," he added with a laugh. "But sometimes the worst jokes are the ones that can make us smile, even if it's just to roll our eyes. So, I hope it brought a little joy to your day."

With a warm smile on his face, Pedro concluded the voice message. "Alright, I'll stop torturing you with my jokes now. Just remember, I'm here for you, and I can't wait to hear from you. And let me know if you can add the video call on your busy schedule. Take care, and remember to keep smiling, even if it's because of a silly joke. Bye for now!"

As he set his phone aside, Pedro couldn't help but imagine the sound of your laughter echoing in his ears. He hoped that soon, you would have the opportunity to share moments like this in person again, where your laughter would mingle, and the connection would grow stronger.

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It took only 5 minutes for you to answer to him. As Pedro opened the message, he was greeted with a picture of you snuggling the blanket with a smile. He could sworn his hard skipped a beat, as he saw your gorgeous smile that reached your shining eyes.

Sorry, my nap ended up being 4-HOUR LONG, HOLY WATER WHY DID I SLEEP THAT LONG?! I guess no sleep for me tonight... So how about that video call tonight, I'd love that. You could tell me what happened with today's shooting. And I just want you to know that I believe in you. No matter what challenges you face on set, I have faith in your talent and your ability to bring your character to life.

Ps. That joke was so bad and I don't know why it made me laugh, seriously Pedro, why? :D

Pedro's heart swelled with joy as he read your response. A smile spread across his face, lighting up the entire room. He couldn't help but chuckle at your comment about the joke. It was a relief to know that even his terrible jokes could bring a smile to your face. Quickly typing a reply, Pedro expressed his excitement for the upcoming video call. The anticipation and excitement filled his every thought, and he knew that no matter how tough the day had been, knowing that he would be able to connect with you made everything worthwhile.

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Prompt List #1: “Things You Said When You Were Drunk”

Send me a character and a number and I’ll write you a drabble!

1. “You dared me to arm wrestle you”

“Did I win?”

“No. Needless to say, you’re five hundred dollars poorer now.”

2. “You got up on the table and sang the national anthem.”

“Which one?”

“All of them.”

3. “Marry me?”

4. “I love you.”

5. “You said, ‘let’s do that lift from Dirty Dancing!’ “

“Is that how I got this cut on my forehead?”

6. “You tied a towel around your neck and got everyone to call you Batman for the rest of the night.”

7. “Stay with me?”

8. “You left me 150 voicemails.”

“Shit. Did you listen to any of them?”

“Yeah…”

9. “You spilled the bottle of bleach on the kitchen floor and thought you were going to get superpowers. You said, and I quote, ‘I can’t take the responsibility.’ “

10. “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

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LATE NIGHT CALLS. Pedro Pascal x reader [Hi, it's me -series, #1]

Summary: Pedro sends a reassuring voice message to you, showing that sometimes it's not about what you say but how you say it.

Characters: Pedro Pascal x reader Warnings: None really. Pedro being sweet, mention of reader having a bit rough day. A/N: This is a short fanfic, being part of my "Hi, it's me" -series with Pedro, collection of simple, short fanfics. This series with short fanfics is inspired after having a dream about Pedro leaving a comforting voice message. I wanted to explore more his character and improve my own writing. I usually don't write anything with a real person, but this time I made an expectation. Pedro is so sweet. I will ensure that the fanfic remains tasteful and respectful towards the real person. Part 2: MISSED CALL.

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It was late at night, and Pedro was sitting alone in his hotel room. He had just finished a long day of interviews and promotional events, and he was feeling exhausted. But despite his weariness, there was one thing on his mind that he couldn't ignore: you.

He missed you so much it hurt. You had been friends for a while now, and there was a mutual attraction, but you had never taken the next step into dating. Pedro respected your wishes and didn't want to push you into anything that you weren't ready for, but it was getting harder and harder to keep his feelings to himself.

As he lay in bed, scrolling through his phone to check what he had missed during the work, he saw you had sent him a voice message earlier. As Pedro listened to the voice message, he couldn't help but smile at the sound of your voice. He closed his eyes, picturing you.

"Hi Pedro, it’s me! How's everything going with your work? I hope you're doing great. I miss you and can't wait for you to be back home. Movie nights aren’t the same without you.”

You sounded cheerful, but he could tell there was an attempt to mask the weariness in your words.

“Uh… Life's been a bit tough lately, feeling like I'm being pulled in every direction. I really could use your shoulder to lean on and have a good cry. And after that, maybe a bottle of wine? Haha, sorry for venting, I'm just a little bit exhausted."

Your laughter was bittersweet, a mixture of genuine amusement and a hint of vulnerability. Pedro's heart ached at the thought of your struggling, wanting to be there to comfort you.

“Anyway, I know you’re busy. Just remember to rest whenever you have a chance, okay? Sending you hugs and kisses. I miss you. Bye!"

Pedro took a deep breath, composing himself before recording his response. He knew you would be already sleeping – or at least he hoped you would be sleeping because a goodnight sleep hopefully would make you feel better.

"Hey, it's me," he began, his voice soft and gentle. "I’m sorry for answering this late, I just got back to the hotel. I heard your message, and I want you to know that I'm thinking of you and that I'm here for you, baby.” He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. He wanted to say so much more, but he didn't want to risk scaring you off.

“I know things have been tough lately, but I want you to know that you're not alone. Whatever you're going through, we'll get through it together. You're strong and capable, and I believe in you”, his voice was filled with warmth and reassurance as he spoke softly into the phone.

“And about that shoulder to lean on and the bottle of wine, well… Consider it a date when I'm back. I'll be there to wipe away your tears and have a bottle of wine with you. And meantime... Remember that I'm just a phone call away.”

Pedro hoped that his words would bring you some comfort, even from a distance. In that moment, he vowed to himself that he would do everything he could to make you feel loved and cherished, no matter the circumstances.

“I hope you're getting some rest tonight," he continued. "And if you ever need anything, anything at all, just let me know. I'm always here for you, no matter what."

With a sigh, Pedro hit send and put his phone away, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. The weight of his unspoken feelings lingered in the air, leaving him to wonder about the future. As he lay in the darkness, thoughts of you consumed his mind. He couldn't help but wonder: would you ever know how much you really meant for him? Would he someday be able to tell you a truth and not just making small hints? The uncertainty tugged at his heart, but deep down, Pedro knew that taking a leap of faith might be worth it. But right now, Pedro wanted nothing more than to be there for you, to support you through the ups and downs of life. One day, he thought, one day. He closed his eyes, holding onto the hope that someday he would be able to express his true feelings. For now, he would cherish the connection you had.

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Two Suns and A Star [chapter 1, Din Djarin / f!reader)

Summary: Y/N, a young heiress of House Vosa from Tatooine, has been kidnapped and her family is desperate to bring her home. Her family hires Din Djarin, a skilled bounty hunter, to find and bring her home.

As Din sets out on his mission, he discovers that Y/N is not only a valuable hostage but he has to navigate the treacherous criminal underworld of Tatooine, where danger and betrayal lurk around every corner, to reunite Y/N with her family.

Characters: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Warnings: Kidnapping.

Chapter: 1 / 10?

A/N: Yeah, I don't know. This may be a bit of AU-ish. I'm sorry if the first chapter is a bit fast-moving, as it is basically just setting up the story. Please enjoy the first chapter of "Two Suns and A Star". Let me know what you think of it!

Chapter 2 will be up on May 28th - due to amount of school and work I haven't had time to finish chapter 2. I'm sorry for the delay, being full-time student at the university and having a full-time job has been lately stressing and taking my time way too much. Chapter 2 is almost written and I need to proof-read it after that and maybe do some editing. It's on it's way but I want it to be perfect.

Two Suns And A Star

Chapter 1:

Din Djarin stood before the head of House Vosa, a wealthy and powerful family from Tatooine. The elder man, wearing golden robes with blue embellishments, sat on an ornate chair with his two sons, the heirs of the family, standing stoically by his side. The room was guarded by a group of golden-masked guardians, ready to act at a moment's notice should the bounty hunter pose a threat. The air was thick with the scent of opulence and authority, the walls adorned with valuable artifacts and fine art.

Y/N, a young heiress of the family, had been kidnapped during the local festival. Her family was desperate as there weren't enough clues to point who could be behind the action so the family reached out for Din. He knew that his reward for completing this mission would be more than enough to cover the much-needed maintenance for his ship, Razor Crest. Last job had been hard and unfortunately his ship had taken the most of the damage. Din knew he was no expert at fixing the ship, that was in dire need of repairs. Currently, it was held together with little more than duct tape and extra welding.

"Find my precious little flower and bring her home," the elder man commanded with a weary voice. Din nodded, understanding the urgency of the situation. "Do you have any leads, any information about the kidnappers?" he asked, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of deception. The elder Vosa shook his head. "None. We have searched high and low, but there's nothing. We fear for Y/N's safety."

Trust no one. Words echoed in Din's head as he looked at the two heirs of the family, who seemed to be just as worried as their father. Turning his gaze back to the head of the house, Din nodded.

"I will do my best to find her and bring her back safely," he said, his voice firm. The elder Voss nodded. "We trust in your abilities, bounty hunter. Do not fail us."

With that, Din turned to leave. As he walked out of the room, he couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to this kidnapping than meets the eye.

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Alyena, Y/N's lady-in-waiting was sitting on a small couch, squeezing a handkerchief in her trembling hands. Her dark pink dress seemed to accentuate her red cheeks even more. Din sat down on a small wooden chair opposite the couch. “Tell me about the festival. Was it Y/N’s idea to go there?”

Dark-haired girl nodded a bit as she spoke in a hushed voice. “It is our tradition to go to the Festival of the Desert Bloom every year. You know Tatooine is a desert planet and there’s not many flowers here that could survive in this environment except some cacti and desert flowers. The festival celebrates the short but beautiful blooming period of the desert flowers. It’s… amazing. Y/N loves the atmosphere of the festival, the crowds, the colors, the music…”

Alyena’s voice hitched a bit when mentioning Y/N’s name and for a moment Din waited that the girl would start hysterical crying. Again. But she took couple of deep breaths before continuing. “She usually likes to spend her time on the library reading or walk on the small garden her father built for her mother. But sometimes we go to the city, for shopping and exploring. Her father makes sure there’s always at least two guards with us if we go outside. Like on the festival.”

“Tell me about the guards. How many were there?” Alyena’s expression turned uneasy, but she tried to hide it with a weak smile. “There were four guards, including the captain of the guard.” “Did they notice anything unusual? Did they see or hear anything that could help us find Y/N?” Din asked, looking at the young woman. Alyena shook her head. “I’m afraid not, they were with us the whole time. Captain Thomart escorted us, and three other guardians were within a reach, keeping watch.” Din narrowed his eyes slightly behind the helmet. “Are you sure about that?” Alyena hesitated for a moment before answering. “Yes, I’m sure. We were together the whole time.”

Din studied Alyena’s face carefully, trying to read her expression. He had already talked with the guards, but he wanted to hear Alyena’s version of what had happened. Din wasn’t convinced that she was telling the truth either, but he didn’t want to push too hard just yet. Instead, he changed the subject.

“Do you remember anyone that Y/N talked to at the festival? Maybe someone who seemed suspicious or out of place?” Alyena shook her head again. “No, I don’t remember anyone like that. Y/N was mostly interested in the flowers and the fabrics, she didn’t talk to many people.”

Din sighed, feeling a little bit frustrated. He had hoped that Alyena would be able to provide some useful information, but it seemed like she was either holding back or genuinely didn’t know anything. “Is there anything else you could remember? Anything can remember would be useful.”

The girl sat quiet a moment, before lifting her gaze. “Y/N’s dress was scarlet and gold. She picked the color from Sunsand Scarlet, her favorite flower. She stood out from the crowd. Everyone else was also wearing colorful clothes, but her colors were a different and so vivid… There was this one vendor who sold flowers. The old man said something like she looked good in red and gave Y/N a single sandy as gift.”

“A sandy?”

Alyena nodded, frowning a little. “Yes, Sands of Deception, the one with pink and white petals and thorns. We call them sandies. It’s pretty little flower but usually it’s not given as a gift because the name is a bit… Ominous. My grandmother used to say that getting sandies was a bad luck.”

It was an odd detail, but not so unusual. There could be a reasonable explanation for that, Din thought. Maybe the vendor was gifting the first flower he got on his hands. Or maybe he wanted to get rid of them and gave them everyone. With the name and reputation like that, even Din would think twice before buying sandies.

“Thank you for your time, Alyena. If you think of anything else that could help us find Y/N, please let me know.”

Alyena nodded, her eyes downcast. “I will, I promise.”

Din got up from the chair and made his way out of the room, deep in thought. He needed to find more leads, and fast. Y/N’s life could be in danger, and he wasn’t about to let anything happen to her on his watch.

---

It was cold and dark. The only light source in this tiny cell were the stars above, shining from the small window near the ceiling. Y/N snuggled up with old grey blanket to get more comfortable, but it wasn’t easy with the heavy cuffs on her sore wrists. Y/N tried to shift her position, but the hard concrete floor beneath her offered no respite. She had woken up suddenly, dreaming about something… something bad. In the dream, there had been shadow figurines and monsters. She had found herself standing next to a man wearing beskar armor, trying to warn him. Trust no one.

Dream had been full of shadows, monsters, something bad, she had sensed it. In the dream Y/N stood beside the man with a beskar armor, trying to warn him. Trust no one.

She couldn't remember much else about the dream, but the feeling of fear and danger lingered on. Y/N shook her head, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. It was just a dream, she reminded herself. But even as she tried to convince herself of this, she could still feel the safety and comfort she had felt next to the man in the beskar armor.

Who was the man? She didn’t know anyone wearing armor like that, only heard stories. Y/N closed her eyes, trying to recall the dream but it was pointless. The memory of the bizarre dream was already fading. It was only a dream – a bad dream, nonetheless. Y/N shuddered, pulling the thin blanket closer to her chest. The dream may have been just her imagination, but the sense of foreboding it left behind was all too real.

Y/N sighed heavily, shivering in the chilly air. Or maybe she was shivering because of the concussion she got when captors tossed her in the cell. The throbbing pain in her head was getting worse again and Y/N didn’t dare to move any more as the dizziness took over once again.

She wished for something to occupy her mind, but all she could do was stare up at the stars above and wonder if anyone out there was thinking of her. Memories of her past flooded her mind, both happy and painful, and she struggled to push them away. Her friends and family, were they looking for her? Fear and worry twisted her stomach, but she refused to give in to tears. Her captors wouldn't get the satisfaction of seeing her break down. Y/N Vosa was raised better than that.

Y/N was determined to stay strong, to be brave even in the face of fear. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing, trying to find a way to escape the present moment. The dream world seemed like the only way out, a place where she could be free from her captivity and pain, both physical and mental.

As she lay there in the dark, she could hear faint noises from outside the cell. Voices and footsteps, someone was nearby. Y/N tensed up, wondering if it was her captors or perhaps a potential rescuer. She tried to focus on the sounds, straining her ears to make out what was being said. It was difficult to hear anything with the thick metal door muffling the noise, but she could tell that there were at least two voices. One was gruff and menacing, the other was more measured and calmer. The voices grew closer and Y/N could make out more of what they were saying. Reward. Girl. Promise.

She strained to listen, hoping for any clue as to what was happening outside her cell, but it seemed the arguing stopped as quick as it had started. She heard the footsteps come closer and closer until they stopped right in front of her cell. Suddenly, there was a loud metallic clang and the door to her cell swung open, flooding the room with bright light. Y/N blinked rapidly, trying to adjust her eyes to the sudden brightness that made her head feel like exploding. And then she saw a man she didn’t recognize.

A tall, muscular man with a long scar running down his cheek stepped inside the cell, holding a plate. He was wearing all black, the only colorful detail was the red symbol in his left arm. The man approached her slowly, his steps cautious as he assessed her condition. Y/N held her breath, unsure of what to expect. She was back-to-back with wall, nowhere to escape.

Instead, man set the plate next to her, before taking a step back. Y/N hesitated for a moment, but the pain in her head and the hunger in her stomach made her squirm and man saw that. "Eat, it will help you feel better," the man said with a quiet voice. She couldn’t recognize the food on the plate but the bread on the side looked freshly baked. As her stomach crumbled, Y/N reach out with her cuffed hands and took the bread from the plate. The bread was still warm, golden crust crispy when she tore off a piece and chew it slowly. It tasted like a homemade. The man watched her, his eyes unreadable.

"Who are you?" Y/N asked, tearing more pieces into her mouth. The man hesitated for a moment before answering. "Just someone who made a promise." With that, he turned and left the cell, closing the door behind him and with that, she was left alone once again.

Y/N finished the last bite of bread and felt a sense of warmth and comfort spread through her body. The man's simple gesture had given her a flicker of hope that she could hold onto. She leaned back against the wall, feeling her eyes grow heavy with fatigue. As she closed her eyes, she felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her. The memories of her past and the uncertainty of her future faded away as she drifted into a peaceful slumber. She dreamed of the man in the beskar armor, of standing beside him as they fought off monsters and shadows. She felt safe and protected in his presence, and for a moment, everything else fell away.

-- Din had made his way back to the Razor Crest, his mind still preoccupied with Y/N’s kidnapping. It felt good to be back on familiar ground after his encounter with Alyena. Something about her had made him uneasy, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something important. He shook his head, pushing those thoughts aside for now. He had a job to do, and he needed to focus on that.

He walked over to his equipment cabinet, opening it and beginning to gather his gear. His hands moved with practiced ease, pulling out weapons and ammunition, checking and double-checking to make sure everything was in working order. He couldn't afford any mistakes on this mission - not when innocent one’s safety was on the line. Din took a deep breath and tried to push aside his concerns. He knew he needed to focus on his mission: find the vendor who had given flowers to Y/N and track down any leads that might help him locate her. He quickly gathered his gear, mentally preparing himself for the task ahead.

As he was about to close the cabinet, he heard a rustling sound coming from behind him. He turned to see Grogu reaching for one of his weapons. "Grogu, no," Din warned, scooping the little creature up in his arms. "That's not a toy."

Din carefully placed Grogu on the nearby bench, watching as the little one cooed contentedly. He turned back to the task at hand, struggling to locate a specific device in his equipment. As he fumbled with the stubborn cabinet, he heard a voice - a soft, unfamiliar voice. "I don't think you're doing it right."

Din spun around, his blaster already drawn and aimed, but there was no one else in sight except for Grogu. The little one cooed softly, seemingly unfazed by the situation. Confused, Din lowered his weapon slightly, searching the space around him for any signs of danger. That's when he noticed a figure forming in front of him - a flickering and translucent figure. Instinctively, Din stepped in front of the bench, shielding Grogu and aiming his blaster at the forming figure. He couldn't help but feel on edge - how was this possible? He didn't have a projector here. "Dank farrik," he muttered under his breath. As the figure became more solid, Din realized that it was a girl, a stranger with warm eyes and an easy smile. He couldn't help but be startled by her sudden appearance. Grogu cooed softly as he looked up at the flickering figure. He didn't seem scared, but rather curious. Din watched as the little one reached out a small hand towards the girl, as if trying to touch her. Din tensed, ready to protect him, if necessary, but the girl didn't seem to pose any threat. Still, he kept his blaster trained on her.

"Who are you?" Din demanded, keeping his blaster trained on her. "What are you doing here?" The girl's smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of confusion. "I don't understand," she said. "You're the one who brought me here."

"I didn't bring anyone here," Din said firmly his grip on his blaster still tight. "And I don't appreciate unexpected guests. Now, who are you and how did you get here?"

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