Sold In A Game Of Sabacc
Lando Calrissian x Reader
Word Count: 2,615
Warnings: None
Story notes: The game of Sabacc is like the 21 Card game but instead it’s to 23, so a “Full Sabacc” are cards that add up to 23. Also, I tried to find canon layout of the Falcon but I had to factor that it may have been a little different with Lando so please ignore the possible continuity issues. Also, you’re the favorite of Dryden Vos at the moment because this was before he had Qi’ra
I made sure to not put any adjectives/pronouns that would go against certain readers. Anyone of any race and gender can insert themselves into the story. If you do notice a mistake please let me know :)
The large Yacht stood still in the middle of the never ending desert. The music and chatting coming from the inside could not be heard from the outside. The rich gamblers, hustlers, and crime lords drank and socialized to their hearts content and enjoyed their celebration. What they were celebrating they didn’t know, but that didn’t stop them from soaking up the atmosphere.
“First Light” was large in stature and held a grand party room, more then a enough space for the guests and allies that The Crimson Dawn invited. Every man, women, and alien in the room were dressed in the finest of clothing. Long, elegant dresses swung low and suit-like attire were everywhere in vision. And then there was you.
A lowly worker stood in the corner watching the chatter of the guests with desperate (e/c) eyes. A loose uniform hung from their body and white towel swayed on their arm with the tray they held in hand. You were a worker, a servant. A slave.
Though the term “slave” was a word that the Crimson Dawn didn’t like to use, but it was the most accurate. A brand on your right arm stuck out like a sore thumb and proved to them and everyone else you were nothing but cattle. To them you weren’t human with hopes and dreams, you were an animal who took orders from its owner. Your life was theirs, and you would never be free.
“(Y/N)!”
You turned around and saw one of your fellow “co-workers.” They strutted towards you with an urgent pace. “Dryden wishes to see you in the parlor immediately.”
You nodded and headed towards your objective. The parlor room was a V.I.P area where only the most prestige allies were allowed access. Sabacc is commonly played in this room. Credits, ships, intel, spice, and even people were wagered in the cruel card game.
You were the only slave of Dryden Vos to see the inside of this parlor, the reason being was favoritism. Why does he favor you? He knows your loyalty to him is unbroken and no matter how much you hate the man you must take orders from, the betrayal you wish to inflict on him will never come. He knows you are weak. He knows you are afraid.
As you walked into the dimly lit parlor you saw the group of players around the table, a variety of aliens and humans betting their haul. Though their range of distinct characteristics was a variety, only one stuck out to you.
A man in a tight, yellow shirt and long, silky cape sat on the very end of the table across from Dryden. The primary colors of the outfit differentiated him from the grays and blacks. His face held a smirk with a thick mustache and sideburns that led to gorgeous galaxy colored hair. The confidence and swagger alluding from him was bursting and you were instantly blown away.
His gaze met yours and the smirk he held fell. Your eyes were locked for what you felt was an eternity, until the voice of the dreaded man you despise filled your ears.
“(Y/N), darling, could you be a dear and get these lovely gentleman some drinks while we continue.” His back was still turned to you and he focused on the cards in hand.
“Of course Sir.”
The game continued on for hours and the stakes were high, Dryden Vos and Lando being the only two left playing. You learned from overheard conversation what the mysterious man’s name was. Though you figured out Lando’s name, the chance of getting another good look at him hadn’t come up. So far all you’ve done is scramble to fulfill the orders your overlord placed upon you and the views of Lando you could get were only small glimpses. You were working so hard you never even noticed the glances Lando was sending you, but him on the other hand, he took note of yours.
You zoned back into reality when you heard your name escape from Lando’s mouth.
“(Y/N), baby, do you think you could get me a drink.” You instantly became flustered from his pet name and both Lando and Dryden could tell. A smirk formed on the cape dawned man, and a disapproving stare appeared on the other.
“Of course Mr. Calrissian, sir.” You quickly made the drink and brought it to him, still wired up by his pet name. He took the beverage and placed the top of your hand to his lips, you becoming flustered again in the process.
“Thank you love,” Lando softy said while letting go of your hand. His tone was both flirty and playful and it struck a chord. He turned back to the table and held a smirk at Dryden, who was not at all smiling.
“I’m going all in,” Lando exclaimed,” I’m putting in my ship.”
Ooo’s and ah’s were heard around the table. Many of the guests were getting even more invested into the game. Apparently Lando treasured his ship and never once wagered it. That was also learned from overhearing conversations.
“Betting your ship? While I’m ahead!Hah, you must be insane,” Dryden laughed with a large grin.
“Well, I understand if you don’t want to bet what’s most important to you. I mean, not a lot of people would want wager something-“ Lando paused and looked at you,” -or someone like that.”
Dryden’s smile turned to a frown and his gazed turned to you and then back to Lando.
“Very well,” he took in a breath,” I’m putting my servant in.”
More chatter and exclamation came from the table as the spectators roused from excitement. You, on the other hand, were petrified.
Your life was just wagered, and though you always dreamed of leaving Crimson Dawn, the truth was it was all you ever knew. You have been with them since a young age and can’t even fathom what a new owner would be like. Would Lando be a kind master? Or are the pet names and flirtations just a facade? Would he hurt you?
‘Please, force, help me through this.’ Hopefully your prayers would be answered.
The two men stared at each other, tension so thick in the air you could cut a knife through it. The cards in Dryden’s hands were laid on the table. The cards added up to 22. The biggest shit eating grin grew upon his face.
Lando let out a big sigh. “I know when I’ve been beat,” he leaned back in his chair. “But-,” he paused,” that day is not today.”
The cards in swindlers hand were then splayed out on the table. Full Sabacc. Lando won.
A roar of cheers erupted from the spectators and Lando’s smile grew big. As fellow players congratulated him and patted his shoulder he ignored the raging glare from the loser across from him.
“Well done Lando,” Dryden said with his fake enthusiasm,” she’s all yours.”
Lando turned and looked at you, his smirk never leaving his face. He got up from his chair and made his way over to where you stood. Before he could say anything you allowed yourself to speak.
“I’ll go to my quarters to get my things sir. I’ll meet you on your ship.”
Before the man could speak you were already out the door. You knew you would probably get punished for not allowing him to speak first but you had to get out of there. The betrayal you felt was immense. You prayed for the Force to help you and it let you down. Now the only life you ever knew has been replaced by a new.
You entered your quarters and immediately began packing the few items you could call your own. A small journal, a scarf, and a book we’re all you possessed. Each item attained throughout your years of service. The small journal being a gift from one of your fellow servants, the scarf being found by you in a dumpster when you were twelve on Corellia, and the book on galactic ships and freighters was graciously given to you by Dryden after he grew tired of it. Only one of these items held any true value to you, but the book was old and torn from years and years of re-reading.
The possessions were set neatly in a sack. Before turning to leave you looked around at the small space you called home one last time. Your eyes started to water. Not because you were to miss Crimson Dawn and Dryden, but because you didn’t know what would happen to you next. Turning away from the room you wiped your eyes, put on a stoic expression, and prioritized your destination.
In the docking area outside you see Lando standing by a large, beautiful freighter talking to a droid. As you walked towards them you kept your eyes on the ship in awe. Without your notice, Lando stopped communicating with the droid and in turn looked at you. When he saw your expression a small smile grew on his face. The droid looked at him and then at you, rolled its non existing eyes, and proceeded to enter the ship.
“She’s a beauty isn’t she.”
You broke your trance and looked at him.
“Yes sir, she’s gorgeous. I’ve never actually seen a YT model freighter before.” You allowed your excitement for the ship to be seen and your smile never faltered. The grin on Lando’s face continued to grow as well.
“You know your ships.” He wasn’t asking a question, he was stating a fact.
Your gaze turned to Lando. “Dryden had given me a book on all the different kinds,” you looked back at the freighter, “It’s sort of a hobby. I just can’t believe that I’m actually seeing such a beautiful ship in front of me.”
“Well love, now not only do you get to look at this ship everyday,” he got closer and stood beside you looking up at the Falcon,” you get to live in it too.”
Your head turned and looked at the man next to you. Why was he being so kind? Was he just waiting till you got on the ship to show his true colors? Or was this really him?
His gaze met yours and his smirk still held. “Come on (Y/N), let me give you the tour of the Falcon.”
His boots walked up the ramp of the freighter and yours soon followed from behind.
“The Falcon?”
“Yeah, the Falcon, The Millennium Falcon. Best damn ship in the galaxy.”
Lando gave you the tour of the Falcon and showed you to the crew’s quarters. Apparently you and him were the only “crew” there was and he already had his own room, so that meant you had an entire place of your own. The room was bigger then the one you had on the Yacht and even had a little metal desk between two of the sleeping compartments. It wouldn’t be much to others, but to you it was perfect.
“Come, I’ll show you where the magic happens,” He led you out of your quarters. “L3 is setting the coordinates to Coruscant. There we can get you some new clothes and out of those old rags,” he stopped and turned back to you,” No offense love.”
Becoming flustered yet again, you shook your head. “It’s perfectly fine sir, but you really don’t have to buy me any clothes.”
He let out a chuckle and gave another smirk. “Well we can’t have you wearing the same clothes everyday now can we? And, please, call me Lando.”
You nodded your head and he turned to continue to the cockpit. Then suddenly a realization hit you.
“Wait, sir-“
He turned and gave you a playful, disapproving look.
“-oh uh I mean, Lando,” You stuttered, “Who is L3?”
“I am.”
A silver and gray droid stepped out of what only could have been the cock pit. She seemed to be made of different droid parts and some wires hung loose from her body.
“(Y/N), meet L3-37, L3, meet (Y/N).”
You smiled at her and shook her hand. “Its a pleasure to meet you,” suddenly your curiosity got the best of you, “but I hope you don’t mind me asking, is your torso made from an Astromech droid? And are your legs from a protocol droid as well? I have to say, you’re the most unique droid I’ve ever seen.” You continued to ask her questions and ramble on for several minutes. L3 happily answered every time.
“Well it’s about time we had someone who knew a thing or two about droids.” she said putting her metallic hand on her hip,” I can already tell I’ll like you more than Lando.”
“You say that but when your circuits start frying its a whole other story,” Lando quipped back.
“Yeah, yeah,” L3 waved him off,” I’m going to make sure this ship stays afloat.”
“You do realize the autopilot is on.”
“I can only trust the autopilot as far as I can throw it,” L3 joked walking back to the cockpit.
It was just you and Lando again and you still didn’t know what to think of him. His attitude hadn’t changed from the party and he still wore his smile like a badge. His swagger never faltered and his playfulness never ceased. You didn’t trust him, not yet anyway.
“We won’t be at Coruscsnt for a few hours,” he let out sigh and then perked up almost like he had an idea, “Would you like to join me in a game of Dejarik?”
There he goes again being kind to you. Why was he acting this way? He had to have a reason. It may sound odd to get upset over someone being nice to you, but in your experience someone always had malicious intent behind their smiles and “how do you do’s”. Dryden was only ever kind to you when he wanted you to do something really horrible. That’s why you don’t trust Dryden, and now that’s why you don’t trust Lando.
You looked up at him with a questioning look. “Well, isn’t there chores you would like me to do? Or something you need fixed? I could even cook a meal for you if -“
Lando’s voice was soft when he shushed you. One of his hands went to your shoulder and he looked straight into your eyes. You let out a gasp and instantly became tense by the contact.
“You don’t need to do any of that. I don’t know what they made you do in Crimson Dawn but you don’t have to do any of that stuff with me.” His eyes never left yours. “So,” he dropped his hand,” you up for that game?”
You didn’t believe him. How could you? After years of slave labor he suddenly just says you don’t have to work anymore! That you don’t have to chores! This man has to be up to something! Right? Or did he truly mean everything he said? You wished with all your heart you could believe him. His words are so kind and they seem so genuine that it almost hurts to think that he’s lying. But deep down you know he has to be. There was no other reason for why he would act this way. So you did the one thing you knew how to do, you played along. You pretend to believe everything he says and follow his lead.
“I’ve never actually played it before,” you explained to him shyly.
Lando smiled and motioned you to follow him. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”
Authors Note: Thanks for reading! This was actually my first story I’ve written in years. To be honest the only reason I even bother writing this was because I couldn’t find ANY LANDO FICS! Actual good writers need to get up on it! If you guys enjoyed it then it would mean a lot if you leave feedback! I’m thinking about making a part 2 as well!
