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Tales From Bespin, Vol. III: Someone Different

Lando Calrissian x Reader x Boba Fett

Warnings: porn with a smidge of plot (18+); anal play, butt plugs, lando is an extravagant bisexual who loves fashion; boba is a reserved bisexual who only cares for the color of butt plugs; threesome!!; name calling?

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“Good afternoon, love,” a smooth voice says from the doorway. “Your room is still suiting you well, yes?”

“Yes, Lando, they are” you reply, turning to look at the man. Clad in extravagant burgundy robes today, he was a brilliant contrast to the constant bright white of everything in Cloud City.

He smiles, allowing himself to venture further into your room. “I’m glad, darling,” he says, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. Always with the nicknames and the flattery, Lando was. Today he seemed to lay it on heavy, though.

“Something is wrong,” you say. It is not a question, and Lando knows that.

And yet he answers with, “No, my dove, nothing is wrong.”

Your eyebrow arches at him. You’d learned enough from him over the past few months to know better than that.

“Yes, it is,” you insist. “You’ve been wanting to gain my trust, and yet you lie.”

His voice is a whisper now, and he leans close. “It is not without good reason. Lord Vader is coming.”

You suddenly wished you had let him lie. “What?”

“Lord Vader is coming to Cloud City. He requests I negotiate with him,” Lando says. There is worry in his eyes, he can’t out-talk Vader, much less out-smart him.

You pull him into a hug, clinging onto him tightly. You’d never held him this tight. Not even those days and nights on the ship when you’d woken up in his arms in the shared bunk. Nor when you’d kissed him. Nor when you’ve fucked him.

Lando wanted so badly to relish the feeling of your arms so tight around him, your forehead in the crook of his neck. But he couldn’t, not with the fear of Vader’s impending arrival, not with the feeling of your tears on his neck.

“It’ll be alright,” Lando says. “We must cooperate.”

“We?”

He nods. “Yes, darling, we. I must cooperate with the Empire, you must cooperate with me.”

“I’m a grown woman, Lando. I can handle myself.”

“No one can handle themself when it comes to the Empire,” he says. “We will move your things into my rooms. They’re bigger, they’ll be more comfortable for you to stay in while Vader is here.”

You pull out of the hug enough to look at him. “Am I to be held hostage by you, Calrissian? Is this not the same as the situation you got me out of?”

Your words are a dagger. When Lando’s heart began to swell with attraction on the ship after he’d rescued you, he’d promised you a place in Cloud City. And that he’d never harm you.

“My dove,” he sighs. “You don’t have to. But it will be safer, I think. Besides, I can’t take you with me to negotiations, stormtroopers will be everywhere, and this room will get boring.”

You’re uncertain still, more out of stubbornness than anything else. “Lando, I don’t know. And it’s not like you’ll always be with Vader, right? We can still dine like normal. Stormtroopers won’t harm me if I keep to myself.”

His hands find your forearms, holding them in desperation. “Darling, if you dine with me like normal, if you follow me around the city, Vader will know you are important. They’ll know how much you mean to me.”

A smile spreads across your features despite your worry. It’s been a long week of waking up early, letting Lando press one of the many plugs into your ass, going about your business meetings and fashion fittings, and then having Lando fuck the soul out of you every night. Sometimes you’d wander back to your room if you’re done quite early and Lando leaves to play a game of sabacc, which you’ve learned can accomplish more than business meetings often could. There wasn’t a title on what the two of you were, but you were certain he’d gladly call himself your boyfriend. And you’d gladly be his girlfriend.

“You’re important, too,” you say. “But I guess you can’t hide away in your room.”

The smile he gives you is dripping in pity. “Darling, I’m sorry. But they shouldn’t be here long. At least, Vader shouldn’t.”

You sigh. He just wants you to be kept safe, how can you be mad? After all, he’s seen much more of the galaxy than you. There have been a lot of dangerous criminals come through Cloud City, and this is the first time he’s been properly worried. “Alright.”

His eyes light up. “What should we bring? Your sewing stuff? Fabrics?”

“Well,” you start. “Do you think the Empire will be here long? If not I could use a break but if they’re here for a while I’ll need to keep working…”

“Better safe than sorry darling,” he replies with a smile. “I have a threepio unit get on that. For now, though, let’s have one last lunch outside.” He offers his arm for you to take, and you do.

Out on the little balcony there was a table set with sandwiches and other snacky things, along with different juices. Ever the gentleman, Lando pulls out a seat for you. When you sit, a small whimper escapes your lips.

“Are you alright, beautiful?” Lando asks with a smirk.

You roll your eyes at him. “Of course I am.” You feel heat rise to your cheeks at your shared secret. The secret? The dark red jeweled butt plug that Lando had worked into you earlier that day. You’d gotten used to it for the most part, but somethings still send shivers up your body and sounds out of your mouth.

“Wanted to ask you something,” Lando says.

“And what’s that?”

“You mentioned something the other night,” he starts. “About all three holes…”

“Lando!” you gasp, looking around for anyone who might’ve heard him. “Someone could hear you!”

He laughs a little. “Darling, there’s no one else out here. I promise.” You sigh, and motion your hand for him to continue. “I was thinking I could start looking for someone. You know to help fuc-”

“Lando!” You whisper-yell. “At least be quieter!”

He lowers his voice this time, “Someone to help fuck you. Unless you already had someone in mind?”

“I’m not sure,” you reply. “Not a friend or anything. Or someone who’s here too often, I wouldn’t want things to get weird.”

“Well, I’ll keep my eye out,” he says with a wink.

The lunch was nice, though somewhat bittersweet because of the Empire’s dark shadow that looms over the planet. But it also filled you with excitement. The mix of the plug pressing in your ass and the talk of a threesome had you on edge for the rest of the day. Well, most of the day. The first Imperial ships arrived at dusk, casting shadows over the usually bright planet. All of your essentials were moved into Lando’s room and so you spent your evening designing new clothes, working on orders, and scrolling through the news feeds to see what people were saying about the Empire’s presence. Of course, most of it was positive, but a few negative things slipped through the filtering.

You were already exhausted from being in Lando’s room, but you knew he was under enough stress having to entertain the Empire without having to worry about you.

Lando’s mouth hurt from fake smiles. His voice ached from fake laughter. Finally, he slipped away from the Moffs and Admirals and other people who find themselves to be extremely important. Lando maintained Cloud City’s reputation, though. There was lots of drinking and gambling and fucking, and usually Lando would indulge, but he really did wish to be back in his room, with you, easing out the small plug for a larger one...what he wouldn’t give.

Instead, he slipped away into a darker corner that he thought was unoccupied. “If it isn’t Lando Calrissian,” a deep, modulated voice said from behind him.

Lando whipped around, cloak swishing violently. “What is a Mandalorian doing in Cloud City?”

“Bounty,” the Mandalorian replied. A lightbulb went off in Lando’s head. Maybe this bounty hunter could be the third in your threesome. Especially if he’s only here on work.

Lando held out his hand. “I’m Lando, though you already knew that.”

The Mandalorian shifted his blaster so he could take Lando’s hand. “Boba Fett.”

“Do you like Alderaanian toniray, Boba?” Boba nodded curtly. “Let me buy you a glass then. Gotta get some before it’s all gone.” With Alderaan destroyed not that long ago, toniray had become a hot commodity. And not one that Lando offered freely. However, he’d wine and dine anyone if it made you happy.

“As you wish,” Boba said and Lando led the way to a private booth. Well, it would’ve been private if it weren’t for the stormtroopers stationed outside any secluded place that could be used to conspire.

Lando tried to spark conversation with the Mandalorian over the glasses of the light blue liquor, but it did not work. Boba did not even remove his helmet. He’d brought a straw. “You know, it tastes better if you don’t have to suck it like that, it messes up the taste,” Lando had said but Boba obviously didn’t care.

Eventually, they just sat and listened to the stormtroopers talk. Boba had said one thing, though, and it was, “They’re so dumb, it’s entertainment.” And, Maker, he was right.

After some quite dumb debates over little things, one of the troopers said, “You know the female orgasm is a myth?”

“Huh?”

“Yeah. Read it on the ‘Net. In every species, too, not just humanoids.”

Lando turned to look at Boba, who also turned to look at Lando. Lando couldn’t see Boba, but he knew that Boba was, at the very least, grinning at these two idiots.

“You sure? I’m pretty sure I’ve made a girl come,” a trooper said.

The other trooper replied, “No, man, it’s, like science or something. I read it on the ‘Net.”

Lando turned to Boba and said, “I really didn’t think any men thought that.”

Boba nodded. “It’s a shame really, so many women don’t come,” he said matter-of-factly.

“My girlfriend told me about that the first time we slept together,” Lando hoped you wouldn’t mind the oversharing if he brought back this hunk of a Mandalorian. “Fixed that, though.”

Boba chuckled. “Good,” he said. “Women deserve more than idiots like that can give them.”

Lando started testing the waters now. “She’s gorgeous, my girl. Beautiful when she comes. Beautiful when she squirms, too.”

“Yeah?”

Lando nodded, tipping the rest of the toniray down his throat. “In fact, she’d be willing to show you. If you wanted to see, of course.”

“You’re offering me a threesome?”

Lando nodded. “We’ve been talking about it. You seem like her type.” It was a lie, Lando didn’t know what your type was. The Mandalorian believed him.

“Well, where is she?”

“I’ll take you to her.”

You sat on the huge bed, watching some holovids when the door creaked open. You still wore the gold dress that hugged your chest and then flowed like a river down the rest of your body. “Lando!”

“I have something to tell you, darling,” he says as you rush to hug him. You cocked your head. “I think I found our third person.”

“Oh?”

“He’s a Mandalorian named Boba,” Lando says. “He’s not necessarily nice but I’m pretty sure we can trust him. And I’m definitely sure he’ll make you feel good.”

You smile. “If you trust him, I trust him. Where is he?”

Lando motions to the door, and you open it. Standing there was a man clad in green Mandalorian armor, it’s seen better days, but it seems to have held up pretty good. He’s not super tall, but kriff he is imposing. The weapons on him alone are enough to intimidate but his entire aura is commanding. His presence is so similar to Lando’s yet so different.

“Hello, Princess,” Boba says. “Or should I say Baroness?”

He’s said all of seven words to you and you’re already at a loss for words. You knew Lando was a Baron or whatever, but you’d never thought much of it until now.

“I’m not really a baron,” he says. “But she does like being called names.” Lando is beside you, an arm around your waist. “Alright, gorgeous, what are your limits for tonight?”

You bite your lip. “I’m not really sure. I mean, nothing too hardcore, but maybe just ask me before you do something?”

“I figured Calrissian would’ve shown you enough to know your limits,” Boba teases.

You suddenly feel defensive. “He has- He has shown me a lot,” you babble, your face heating up. “Just haven’t arrived at my limits.”

Boba just nods and moves on. “Surely we aren’t going to fuck on a sofa?”

Lando chuckles and shakes his head. “Bed’s through here.” Lando leads the party through the door and whispers to you, “Remember, we can stop any time.” You nod and squeeze his hand.

Lando leaves your side for a moment to draw back the tapestry that covers the large mirror at the end of the bed. Meanwhile, Boba has made himself comfortable in a char near the foot of the bed. “Why don’t you hop up on the bed, little one,” Boba suggests, motioning his hand towards the bed.

You feel awkward hoisting yourself up on the large bed with Boba’s eyes boring into you. The visor of his helmet gives nothing away, and while the mystery turns you on, it also scares you. But if Lando trusts him…

“Gorgeous, darling,” Lando says with a warm smile. He climbs onto the bed behind you, pulling you to rest against his chest. “Let’s present you for our new friend, hmm?” He lifts your legs up over his, spreading your legs and hiking your dress up so much so that you’re sure Boba can see your bare pussy.

“She is very pretty,” Boba remarks. And that’s all. He has sat the blaster on the floor next to him, and you count that as him getting comfortable.

Lando hands are running over the smoothness of the dress, and he finally stops at your tits. “You want to show Boba your tits, darling?”

“Yes,” you whimper, glancing over at the dark visor. Kriff, you wish you could see his eyes. “Boba,” you say, and he perks up a little. “Could...Could you take your helmet off?”

Lando tuts. “You’re forgetting your manners, darling,” he says.

“Boba could you please take your helmet off? Please?”

He nods. His fingers mess with clasps and then there is a hiss and then there is his face. He’s gorgeous, tanned, scarred skin, strong brows, and poorly trimmed curly hair. You smile at him, but all he does is nod.

“Now I think we can show him your tits,” Lando murmurs. And you nod and whimper a please. Lando’s hands come to the straps of the dress and gently ease them down before easing the tight bodice over the well of your breasts down to your stomach.

As each breast pops free from the tight restrictions of the gown, you faintly hear Boba suck in a breath. “Gorgeous tits, mesh’la,” Boba murmurs. You don’t know what the foreign word means, but it makes you feel warm inside.

Lando presses a kiss to your temple as he squeezes your tits and teases your nipples. “He’s right, pretty girl,” Lando says. “Gorgeous.”

Lando’s hand runs from your breast down to your stomach, pushing the dress even further down. He’s looking at you like one of the many art pieces he’s acquired over the years. “Bounty hunters like Fett don’t know how to appreciate works of art like I do, sweetheart.” His hand runs up to your breast again, tweaking a nipple and smiling when you gasp.

“And little rich boy love-makers like Calrissian,” Boba says, standing from the chair. “Don’t know how to give them a good fuck.”

You can’t help but giggle at the two men bickering over who could treat you the best. You’re not sure your body can handle it.

“Then why don’t you show me,” Lando says. “Show me how to give her a good fuck then.”

“Gladly,” Boba smirks, approaching the bed. “Move out of our way, Calrissian.” Lando moves from his place behind you to sit beside you, watching with awe at how Boba approached.

“Let’s get you out of this flimsy little thing,” Boba says, and you lift your hips so he can pull the dress all the way off. He tosses the gold fabric over his shoulder without a care in the galaxy. “So kriffing pretty,” Boba says, running a hand over your stomach to your hip and giving you a squeeze. “Your boyfriend was telling me some filthy things about you, princess.”

Your breath grows ragged as you think about Lando and Boba discussing your sex. “Oh?”

“Mhm. Told me you’re pretty when you squirm,” Boba’s gloved hands were starting to warm up on your skin, as he continued to rub the skin of your hip. “I’d like to see you squirm.”

You arch your back up, trying to push your tits up so that he’d touch them. “Mesh’la, you’re already so desperate,” he tuts. “She always this fucking needy?” He asks Lando.

Lando’s hand comes to pet your hair. “Always. I have a little trick, though.” Boba raises an eyebrow. “Turn her over and find out, Fett. You’re supposed to be the teacher, not me.”

With curious hands, Boba helps you turn onto your belly. “What’s your boyfriend’s little trick, mesh’la?” He asks, gently rubbing the globes of your ass. “Can I spank you, little one?”

“Please,” you whisper.

And he does. He lands a fairly soft smack to your ass, but you felt it deep inside, thanks to the plug. “Hmm,” Boba pretends to think. “I think he’s plugged you up, am I right?” You whine, and Boba’s hands are spreading your ass. Nestled between your cheeks is a gorgeous dark red jewel, and Boba groans at the sight. “Very pretty jewel,” Boba says, applying some pressure to the plug and gently moving it around. “However, I think you’re matching your boyfriend.” Of course Boba had noticed your coordination with Lando’s capes.

“Coincidence,” Lando laughs.

Boba shakes his head. “I wasn’t born yesterday. We’re going to have to change that, little one. Got any dark green plugs?”

“She’s got every color,” Lando smiles as he goes to retrieve the box of plugs. And when he returns and presents them to Boba, he chuckles.

“You’re both dirty things, aren’t you,” he says, selecting the medium sized emerald green plug from the box. “Grab her some lube, Calrissian,” he commands.

You clench your thighs in anticipation. It’s really starting, now. “Gonna take this out of you, mesh’la,” Boba murmurs against your back. “That ok?” He presses a few opened mouth kisses as you whimper a yes, and then his hands fly to the plug. He grasps the rounded jewel and gently eases it out of you, twisting and teasing a little along the way.

Lando returns with the lube as Boba spreads your ass cheeks again, “Look at that tight hole,” Boba says. “Stretching it little by little.”

“She’s doing so good training her asshole,” Lando praises. “Gonna take my cock one day, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Maker, yes,” you respond, voice breathy and needy.

Lando is back beside you as you hear the bottle of lube open. “Ready for a bigger plug?”

“Yes,” you whimper.

Lando pets your hair again and whispers, “Manners, darling. That’s no way to treat a guest.”

“Yes, please,” you correct and as soon as the last syllable leaves your mouth, you feel the cool lube on your hole. “Please,” you whine a little louder this time.

“Patience is a virtue, mesh’la,” Boba teases, but you don't have to wait long before the tip of the plug nudges against the tight muscle. “Gonna split you open, mesh’la,” he says as he pushes the plug deeper, and finally your hole closes around it and the rest of the way is easy. “Much better,” he says, tossing the dark red plug to Lando.

Boba’s leather gloves are back on your hips, manhandling you back onto your back. “Open your mouth, princess,” he commands, and you obey. He slips a finger in your mouth, and you swirl your tongue around it. You can only describe the taste as leather with a hint of Boba, some kind of musk from the underbelly of the galaxy that you’ve never visited. “Bite down.” You do, and he pulls his hand from the glove, leaving just the leather in your mouth. He takes the glove and tosses it to join your dress, and then has you repeat it with the other.

“Now, go give your lover a blowjob, princess,” he says. “Put that pretty mouth to use.” You obey, crawling up towards Lando who was already freeing himself from his pants. He was hard, precum already leaking and you ached to have him inside you. “Go on, mesh’la,” Boba encourages. “Suck Calrissian’s cock like a good girl.”

You pump Lando’s cock with your hand a few times before taking his head in your mouth, sucking softly. Your knees are folded under you, and you go to move, but Boba holds you in place. You gasp around Lando’s cock as something wet touches your clit. It’s Boba’s tongue.

“Boba,” you moan, popping off of Lando’s cock.

“No, no,” Boba reprimands. “Don’t let me distract you. I told you to be a good girl and suck Calrissian’s cock.”

You nod and return to Lando, taking his cock as far down your throat it would go without gagging. Boba also returns to his ministrations, and as you moan around Lando’s cock, his hand tightens in your hair. “So pretty with a cock in your mouth,” Lando praises. “Making me feel so good. Such a good girl.”

You continue sucking Lando’s cock, swirling your tongue around the tip while your hand strokes his shaft. Boba’s slow licks to your cunt bring you closer and closer to the edge, the pace impossibly measured. You try to grind down on Boba’s face but his hands quickly move to hold you in place, his tongue never missing a beat. You slip Lando’s cock out of your mouth to whimper, “I’m going to come!”

Boba’s tongue is gone just as quickly as it came. “Not yet, mesh’la,” he says. “We want to see you squirm.”

Lando strokes your cheek. “You gonna be good and not come until Boba lets you?” You nod. “Alright, good girl, ask Boba what he wants you to do next.”

“What do you want me to do next, Boba?” You ask quietly, growing shy again.

Boba grabs your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “I want you to suck my cock now, pretty girl.” He relaxes back against the pillows now, shedding the codpiece of his armor to reveal his bulge. “What do you want Calrissian to do, mesh’la?” You tear your eyes away from the outline of Boba’s cock to look at Lando.

“Will you finger me, please?”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Lando says with a smirk.

You turn back to Boba, who has finally freed his cock from his pants. And kriff he is huge. He’s average length, but he’s so fucking thick. Lando is longer, though not as thick. “I don’t think staring constitutes good manners,” Boba taunts.

You swallow as you bend down to take him in your mouth. You work your lips around him, already feeling so stretched. You almost forgot that you’d asked Lando to finger you, but as he spreads your thighs apart you remember. “Your pussy is swollen, pretty girl,” he says. “Barely gotten any attention and she’s already swollen, Fett.”

“She’s a needy little slut, aren’t you, mesh’la?” You hum around his cock and then truly moan as Lando works two fingers inside your dripping hole.

“I think I prefer the red plug,” Lando says as he pumps his fingers in and out of you.

Boba’s hand is buried in your hair now, pulling harder than Lando would. “Funny, Calrissian,” he says, and then groans as you whine around his cock. “But green is obviously her color.” Boba starts guiding you on his cock, never making you take him too deep. It’s almost as if he can read your mind. Especially as you started to think you couldn’t do it anymore, your jaw was getting sore, and Boba pulled you off him. “Good girl,” he praises. “Are you close to coming?”

“Almost,” you whine, pushing back on Lando’s fingers. He curls them in just the right spot and you moan, “Lando, please, please, please,” as he keeps pushing his fingers right into that spot, over and over.

“You want to come, pretty girl?” He asks, and you frantically nod. “Then you’d better beg Boba.”

You turn your attention back to Boba. You study his face, the slight curl of his lips, the wide bridge of his nose, the crinkles by his eyes. You stare so intently into his dark eyes and beg, “Please Boba, please can I come? I’ll be so good, I promise, please,” your babbling gets more and more incoherent as you continue but you don’t care. You want to come so bad.

He tilts his head, offers you a smile of pity, and says. “No. You cannot.” Lando’s fingers slip out of you and you collapse onto the bed. “But you can take my cock in that pretty little cunt.”

You whine at the thought, the idea of the stretch of his cock, of the release it would bring. But you know he will deny you again. “If it’s too much, tell us,” Lando says, and Boba hums in agreement.

“Not too much,” you say. “Wanna take Boba’s cock like a good girl.”

Lando helps you onto your hands and knees, and Boba makes his way to your ass. Lando caresses your face with a smooth hand. “There’s my good girl.”

“Alright, mesh’la, here we go,” Boba says. Your mouth hangs open as he pushes in, the stretch bigger than anything you’d felt, and while he couldn’t reach the same spots as Lando, he’d found his own. “So fucking tight, wow,” he groans as he bottoms out. “You want to know how to fuck, Calrissian? This is how you fuck,” Boba drags his cock out slowly before slamming back into you.

“Boba!” You cry, and you can already feel him pulling out again. You brace yourself on Lando as Boba slams into you again, mouth hanging open and drool pooling on your tongue.

Lando coos, “So good, baby, so good.” Lando is on his knees in front of you, holding his cock in hand, and says, “I’m going to put my cock in your mouth, gorgeous, since it’s hanging open so pretty.”

The only response you can muster is a nod as Boba relentlessly fucks into you. It’s so different from Lando, and you liked it, but you ached to have Lando’s fast yet gentle strokes. Not that you were opposed to coming on Boba’s cock, of course.

Lando being back in your mouth gave you a thrill. All three holes. You felt full, to say the least. The feeling intensified when you moaned, barely able to hear it because of Lando’s cock and the slapping of Boba’s skin against yours. You felt your release coming, again, as Boba slapped your ass. “Take cock so well,” he grunts. “So -nngh- fucking good!”

Boba’s hand is in your hair, and he pulls your mouth off Lando’s length. “Don’t you fucking come, pretty thing. Not yet.”

You let out your loudest, most pathetic moan of the night as Boba gives one final thrust and then pulls out quickly. You thought the next thing you’d feel was his cum on your ass, but you don’t. “Get back here and make your girl come, Calrissian,” Boba demands. Lando and Boba switch spots, Boba’s thick cock back in front of you. “Lando’s gonna stuff your pussy with cum, and I’m going to fill your mouth, mesh’la.”

You feel Lando’s head against your hole. “Going to be such a good cumslut, aren’t you sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you whine. “Yes!” And then you’re full. Again. Boba gives a shallow thrust into your mouth and Lando sinks himself into your cunt. Your moans are muffled again, but this time there are more, they’re needier.

“Listen to her, Fett,” Lando says. “Adorable little whines.”

“Pathetic moans,” Boba corrects. “For a needy little girl.”

The filthy words are too much, Lando’s consistent, deep, and yet somehow gentle thrusts are too much, the stretch of Boba’s cock in your mouth is too much. You try to warn them that you’re going to come, and miraculously, Boba understands. “Go on,” he coos. “Come around our cocks. Make us fill you with cum.”

And you do. You come in a mess of whines and muffled begging, squirming towards Lando but not wanting to move from Boba. Your body shakes with the orgasm, toes curling, fingers gripping the nice duvet. You finally regain some of your senses to hear the two men moaning. All because of you.

“Ready to take my cum?” Lando grunts, and before you know it you can feel him spill inside you, coating your walls so deliciously. You don’t know what it is about Boba that brought out the rougher, meaner side of Lando, but it was amazing.

And then it’s Boba’s turn, “Going to come, mesh’la,” he moans, and then your mouth is full. You’re so full. Boba slips out of your mouth. Both men are sitting back on their haunches, regaining their breath as you flop onto your side. Fucked out and full of cum. “Show me,” Boba murmurs, and you do, opening your mouth and showing him his load on your tongue before you swallow it. Once it’s gone from your mouth you open again. “So good,” he praises.

Both men get off the bed, Lando helps you down off the bed for a moment. “Let me turn the sheets down, darling,” he says. You give him a blissed out smile, and his heart feels like it’s going to explode. Kriff, he’d employ Boba and do this every night if he could keep that fucked-out smile on your face.

Just as Lando helps you up under the covers, Boba returns with a towel, damp on one side. “Here you go, mesh’la, let’s clean you up.” He wipes some of the cum from your thighs, then the cum from your chin. “There you go, princess,” he says, getting back up to take the towel to a basket.

“Let’s take that plug out, pretty girl,” Lando coos, and you turn onto your side, allowing him access to your ass. As he eases the plug out of you, he apologizes everytime you wince. Finally, the plug is out and on the nightstand and you feel empty. You whine.

“Hey, shh,” Lando comforts. “Give us a moment, we’ll come cuddle you.”

“We?” Boba asks.

“You gonna pump and run?”

Boba shakes his head. “Most people prefer that.”

“Not us,” Lando says as he starts to strip down to his boxers.

Boba tries to conceal his smile. No one’s ever wanted him to stay the night before. And sometimes he didn’t have enough credits for that long. “Alright then,” Boba replies, starting to unclasp his armor. He’s not sure if it’s the warmth in Lando’s smile or the warmth of your pussy that makes him feel like he can trust the two of you, but he relishes the feeling, because tomorrow when finally secures Han Solo, he probably won’t be seen as a friend anymore.

Eventually, after lots of armor clanking on the ground, you’re nestled between the two men. Your head is on Lando’s chest, Boba’s head is on your belly, his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. You can tell the Mandalorian hasn’t felt too many soft touches, and your heart aches for him. Under his scars and his muscles, he’s a softy, you can feel it.

“I love you, sweetheart,” Lando murmurs against your head. “I’m glad we got to do this.”

“I love you, too, Lando,” you reply. “And thank you, Boba. I think it’s safe to say you’re always welcome in Cloud City, if you want to stay. Or, at least, pay us another visit.”

Boba wishes he could. But the knowledge that you wouldn't say that if you knew he was here by a tip from Lord Vader himself or that he’d be capturing and probably killing one of Lando’s oldest friends. “As you wish, princess,” is all he can muster before he lets himself succumb to the warmth and comfort that he gets to have tonight.

@delusionsxfgrandeur @hansonveggieclub @fuckyeahbeskar @tibbietibbs !!

#lando calrissian #lando calrissian smut #lando calrissian x reader #boba fett x reader #boba fett smut

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therapardalis · 3 years ago

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[Travel Meme for @multipleoccupancy’s Obi-Wan.]

Alderaan with Kenobi, 3 and of course 4 (this is a great meme) Thanks ;) ------------

3. Something to see or do.

Alderaan is known as ‘the planet of beauty’, with many lovely natural features, some of which are remote enough that they can stay out there without being observed, (in theory, see below).

The planet also has vineyards producing Toniray and Emerald Wine, so a tasting tour might be on the cards.

4. How much trouble they get into.

Queen Breha and Senator Bail Organa, friends of the Jedi and of Obi-Wan in particular, make a point of stopping by unannounced during his visit.

It’s an inopportune moment, and their discretion on the matter is another of the many debts Kenobi will come to owe the royal couple by the end of the war.

#MultipleOccupancy #;Obi-Wan Kenobi #Star Wars AU

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absolxguardian · 3 years ago

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Zahn doesn't know even what Filoni has as ideas about Thrawn's current status. Zahn also has a reputation for not playing nice with others back in legends days when he refused to include some easter eggs in the third book so Dark Empire could be a midquel to the Thrawn trilogy.

This does not bode well considering they hold the largest unanswered plot thread in the franchise. Let's hope the power of the story group is putting Zahn in a get along t shirt with the other authors.

Zahn and Filoni refusing to work with each other plotwise would be funny if characters I like weren’t involved

#i previously used the mention of toniray wine in batuu as an example #but it turns out that weirdness falls on the imgaineers #and zahn got the menu for the catina not the wookiepedia page for alcholic beverages

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mandaloriandin · 3 years ago

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Have a good night darling 💖

6, 9, and 20!

Ahh thank you Tess 💕💕

6. Do you have any ships?

Um does me x everyone count? Because I ship myself with almost everyone sjshsgsgvs

But lmao yes I'm an absolute sucker for Codywan. Love Blyla, Mandomera is so 🥺🥺 and can I ship Bail and Breha if they're already married? Too bad I am anyway. Oh also I am fully on team Cham x Eleni x Howzer power throuple lmao. Also I love Finnpoe and Finnrey. Also I love the headcanon that Lando and Han are exes (its basically canon lets be real), and that Han and Boba are exes hahaha

Okay I think I'm done now 😅

9. What food from star wars would you want to try?

Definitely a jogan fruit!!! Also I know the instant bread rey makes in tfa isn't supposed to be good but it looks yummy and I want to try it lol. And I wanna try all the alcohol lol, especially toniray and other alderaanian wines, and spotchka lol.

20. What type of pet would you have?

TOOKA!!!! 🐱 Also I wouldn't say no to a bogling lol they're so cute. And do droids count as pets? Bc I would love a little BD unit haha

Send me some star wars asks!

#ask game #bobas-missing-codpiece #wow im so bad at decision making LOL

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sw5w · 1 month ago

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You Wanna Buy Some Death Sticks?

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:22:57

Listing of callout for search purposes:

• Agira Nyrat • Artuo Pratuhr • Bufon Taire • Civ Sila • Dannl Faytonni • Di Mantid • Elan Sel'Sabagno, aka Elan Sleazebaggano • Hat Lo • Immi Danoo • Kalyn Farnmir • Obi-Wan Kenobi • Reha Logg • Reina March • Rosha Vess • Sel Maa • Whimper Save • Zey Nep

• Unidentified Humans • Unidentified Kajain'sa'Nikto

• Balosar • Death stick • Ixetal cilona • Slythmonger • Toniray wine • University of Coruscant

• Unidentified beverage

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dettiot · 5 years ago

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Male Solidarity

An anon asked for Leia introducing Han to Ani and Padme, so here you go!

Anakin glanced over at his wife, the love of his life, and tried not to sound too worried. “Angel?”

“Yes?” she asked, pouring a healthy amount of Toniray wine into a glass, from the bottle she had gotten from Bail Organa on her last birthday.

“Everything okay? Because you know Leia is bringing over that boyfriend of hers tonight . . .”

Padme grimaced. “That’s tonight?”

“Yeah,” Anakin said, stirring the bantha stew. “That’s tonight.”

“I forgot,” she said with a sigh. “These confirmation hearings are melting my brain.” She walked over to him and slipped under his arm, leaning against him.

He kissed the top of her head. “It’ll be nice and easy. I’ve checked out the guy and he seems like okay.”

“He’s a smuggler,” Padme said uneasily. “I don’t like that. What if Leia gets caught up in something illegal? Something dangerous?”

“Like aggressive negotiations with an arena full of droids?” Anakin asked with a small smirk.

Padme pursed her lips. “It’s not the same.”

“I think it is,” Anakin said, grinning at her.

With all that queenly, senatorial grace, Padme put her nose up in the air and sipped her wine. “Besides, I think Leia is too young to be dating anyone seriously. And bringing a man home to meet your parents is serious.”

“She’s twenty-two, angel. At her age, you had been a senator for three years. And when I was twenty-two, I had a pregnant wife,” he reminded her.

“And your pregnant wife was a senator,” Padme countered, smiling a little. “I’m surprised you’re not more upset about Leia dating some smuggler who’s nearly ten years older than her.”

“I can hardly get upset about her dating someone older than her,” Anakin said, pulling away from Padme to take the bread out of the cooker. “And Leia’s been pretty happy lately. She’s hardly argued with me about anything.”

Padme rolled her eyes, but before she could reply, there was noise from the other room, and then Leia’s voice called out. “Mom? Dad? We’re here.”

“Here we go,” she said, squaring her shoulders and putting on her polite politician smile.

With a grin, Anakin took her hand and walked out into the living room with her.

XXX

His mouth was on fire.

Coughing a little, Han reached for his glass of water and took a large swallow. If he wasn’t meeting his girlfriend’s parents, he would have dumped it over his head.

“Oh, I’m so sorry--Anakin prefers a lot of spice in his food,” Senator Amidala said, sounding not at all sorry.

“It’s fine,” he gasped out, taking another swallow of water. Leia refilled his glass and gave him a sympathetic look.

Master Skywalker was giving the senator a look that Han couldn’t fully decode, but it sure seemed like Leia’s dad was warning his wife to go easy.

“So, Han, Leia was saying I should ask you about the Kessel Run?” Master Skywalker asked pleasantly. “I grew up hearing about the Kessel Run but never got a chance to do it.”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, leaning back in his chair, unable to hold back his pride in his accomplishment. “Did it in less than twelve parsecs.”

His pride increased at the impressed look on Master Skywalker’s face. “Yeah? I didn’t think anyone could do it in less than twenty.”

Han shrugged one shoulder. “I’ve got the best ship in the galaxy.”

“It sounds dangerous,” Senator Amidala said, raising her eyebrows. “I hope you didn’t have passengers on that trip.”

“A few--” he started to say, before Leia interrupted him, leaning forward.

“Mother, please.”

Senator Amidala opened her mouth, but Leia cut her off. “It’s very clear you don’t approve of Han, but I would have thought you, of all people, would have given him a fair hearing.”

“I am,” the older senator said. “It was your father who researched Captain Solo. My opinion has been formed tonight.”

“That’s a load of shavit,” Leia said, her eyes snapping. “You were determined to not like him even before he walked in, because you think I’m too young. But I’m not too young.”

“It’s not about you being too young,” Senator Amidala said. “It’s about establishing your career, laying the groundwork for a lifetime of public service. You don’t want to do anything that would interfere with that.”

“I’m not!” Leia insisted, her voice rising.

Han felt like he was watching two gundarks circling each other, waiting to rip each other to pieces.

A throat cleared, but neither woman seemed to notice. Han looked over at Master Skywalker, who tilted his head in a “follow me” gesture before standing up.

Curious, Han rose and followed the taller man into the kitchen, staying behind him as he leaned on his cane. Master Skywalker looked over his shoulder and grinned. “They’ll be at it for a while. Come have a drink.”

“And . . . you’re okay with them fighting?” Han asked slowly.

Master Skywalker snorted. “If I wasn’t, I’d have been disappointed when Leia learned to talk.” He looked at Han as he took down a bottle of Corellian whisky. “And don’t you really mean you’re wondering if I’m okay with you?”

He waited until Master Skywalker handed him the glass of whisky and took a swallow before replying. “Yeah. Jedi hate smugglers, so . . .”

“I’m not a regular Jedi,” Master Skywalker said, leaning back against the counter. “Besides . . . you seem good for Leia, and she’s good for you. So yeah, unless you do something to make my daughter cry, I’m gonna stay out of the way.”

“And your wife?” Han asked with a grimace.

Master Skywalker grinned. “She likes you, actually. She just wants to see how much Leia likes you.”

“Oh.”

With a snicker, Master Skywalker refilled Han’s glass. “Call me Anakin. And don’t worry--Leia likes you.”

Han took a healthy swallow of his whisky and grinned. “Thanks.”

It took a half hour--and some yelling--before Leia and her mother thought to look for their boyfriend and husband, respectively. They found the men in the kitchen, knocking back glasses of whisky and talking about the smashball finals. Han thought he saw Master--Anakin smirk at his wife when she walked over and kissed his cheek. And Han about fainted when Senator Amidala turned to him and engaged him in a discussion about conditions in various parts of the galaxy.

But best of all was how Leia slid her arm around his waist and looked up at him with a smile. “So, you like my dad?”

And to Han’s surprise, he found himself saying, “Yes.”

#anidala #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #han/leia #han solo #leia skywalker #star wars

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politicalmamaduck · 4 years ago

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a name for a kiss

Leia meets a beautiful Rebellion contact in a cantina for an intelligence transaction. For my dear friend @southsidestory, thank you so much for suggesting Leia/Qi’ra! Read it on AO3 here.

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The woman sitting across from Leia was older, cultured--the kind of woman Leia wanted to be as a bored young princess growing up on Alderaan. She wanted to see the world, have drinks with interesting beings in luxurious cantinas across the galaxy, and convince those interesting beings to support democracy and the Rebellion.

Whether this woman supported democracy, or merely her own interests, Leia could not say, though she assumed the latter. Her clothing was finely cut, her sleeves and cloak long for both protection and warmth. Leia did not see an obvious weapon, though she herself could use even a hairpin for protection and lock-picking if need be.

She would be a fool to trust this woman. She would be a fool to trust anyone, anymore, but somehow, her trust instantly extended to a farm boy, a smuggler, and a Wookiee the moment they entered her life.

Leia hoped they were all safe on their various missions. She hoped she would make it through this mission, out of this cantina, and off this planet safely. She didn’t doubt the woman across from her had much more backup than she did. The Rebellion couldn’t spare it. The organization--probably criminal, Leia had to admit--to which this woman belonged certainly could.

Leia needed the intel this woman possessed, and she knew it. It was only a matter of how much she was going to bleed the Rebellion dry for it.

She was charming and beautiful, and Leia was nervous, though she never would have admitted it, nor anticipated that merely meeting a beautiful woman in a cantina for a drink would have made her nervous.

Leia stared down Darth Vader himself. She could haggle with this woman and get the intel the Rebellion needed.

The woman’s eyes twinkled in the low light as the server brought Leia’s drink. She smiled, and raised her glass. Leia couldn’t help but notice the way her lips curled, not a speck of her immaculate lipstick out of place. “To new beginnings,” the woman said, inclining her head to Leia.

“To new beginnings,” Leia replied, returning the gesture and clinking their glasses.

After savoring her drink, her lipstick appearing untouched, the woman folded her hands upon the table. “Shall we begin?” she said, smiling once more, and Leia knew there were a thousand or more secrets hiding behind that smile.

If she possessed the credits, Leia would have paid to know them all.

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They talked of everything and nothing, each assuming the other understood their coded words. Their conversation was a deadly dance, circling around one another and dipping to accommodate the other, always pausing to take their partner’s measure.

Leia had always enjoyed verbal sparring with a pleasant companion. This was a dance--or duel--she knew intimately well, for which her parents trained her throughout her life. Her blood thrummed with energy, her mind raced, her heart beat rapidly beneath her chest.

She smiled and laughed, and so did the woman. Dany was her alias for the night; Leia was certain it was a new one. Leia’s own alias for the evening was Marie, also a new alias for her. It was safer that way. They were merely acquaintances discussing a business deal and enjoying an evening. There was no reason to suspect that she was Leia Organa, just as there was no reason to suspect her companion was whoever she really was.

Their fingers brushed and it was as if an electric jolt went through Leia. Aliases or no, she wanted to know this woman’s true story, to tease it out of her while they relaxed and enjoyed the evening in a more private space.

If only they could share a bottle of Toniray wine. There was nothing like it, and there would never be another. The cocktail Leia was enjoying was a similar color, but the taste was far less sweet and bubbly. Dany drank a fine Corellian whiskey. Leia noted the vintage for future reference in the pocket of her mind where she stored such information. It was a skill that served her well in the Senate, she would admit with pride. One never knew when a piece of information would be useful. She wondered if Dany was noting Leia’s own cocktail, storing that in the back of her own mind for future reference. There was not much else to note from the evening; the women were careful, good. Too good for their own good, for one had to live a dangerous life to both possess and purchase the kind of information in which they were dealing tonight.

“It’s been a pleasure, Marie,” Dany said. “Thank you for an enjoyable evening. Let’s have one last drink, in celebration of a successful deal, and then I fear I’ll have to retire for the night.”

“And is our deal successful?” Leia asked.

Dany slid her drink closer to Leia. On the coaster, there was an advertisement for a liquor called 500 Kings.

Leia subtly shifted her eyes downward, looking for whatever it was Dany wanted her to notice.

500K, Leia thought. Of course. She was thankful the initial ask wasn’t a higher sum.

“Perhaps just half a drink more,” Leia said, taking the last sip of her own. “I do have early meetings tomorrow as well.”

Dany smiled. “Certainly, you wouldn’t just stop at half a drink, my dear Marie. It’s cold outside, drink up and warm your blood.”

Leia would not reveal her disappointment on her face. The Rebellion needed the money. But they needed the intel too. Leia did not need the alcohol to stay warm, but she wouldn’t mind continuing the conversation, as long as they could turn it away from their meeting’s actual purpose.

Praying General Rieekan would forgive her, she initiated the credits transfer after the server brought their new drinks.

“To a successful partnership,” she said, raising her glass.

“To a successful partnership,” Dany replied, meeting her eyes and clinking their glasses.

Data download complete, her comm indicated, and Leia did not dare breathe a sigh of relief, but rather met her companion’s gaze once more.

“Where are you staying this evening?” she asked, hoping that was a neutral enough truthful topic.

“At the Weststar,” Dany replied, and Leia nodded. “I’m staying there as well.” Her safety was worth the extra credits, Rieekan and Mon Mothma told her. It was all worth it for what she now had hidden on her comm.

“Will you walk back with me, then?” Dany asked, surprising Leia. It didn’t seem like a trap. Perhaps her companion was nervous, though she didn’t seem it at all. It was getting late, and they were two petite women who were imbibing, though not heavily. It would be good to be safe.

As they left the cantina, Dany extended her arm, and Leia took it.

They walked, slowly, their breath fogging the chilly night air, their heels clanging on the ground. The moon hung heavy and low in the sky.

“Perhaps we can meet again, have another drink, when all this is said and done,” Dany said, pausing to look at Leia.

“I would enjoy that,” Leia admitted. “Though I’m not sure how I’ll ever find you again.”

They walked on for a moment, approaching their hotel, before Dany responded. “I’ll trade you my real name.”

“What is your price?” Leia asked, suddenly short of breath.

“A kiss,” Dany said, and leaned in. Leia met her mouth with her own. Her lips were soft, and her mouth was warm, and Leia felt like molten gold.

They broke apart, far too soon, Leia’s hand still on the other woman’s cheek.

“My name is Qi’ra,” she whispered into Leia’s ear, her lips grazing Leia’s earlobe. Leia smiled.

“A pleasure, Qi’ra,” she said, savoring the way it sounded on her tongue.

They resumed walking. Qi’ra asked, “And you? Will you trade a kiss for a name?” and Leia smiled again, enjoying the thrill, the danger of the moment.

“I will,” she said, stopping once more and gazing at Qi’ra in the moonlight.

They kissed once more, and once more, it ended too soon.

“My name is Leia,” she whispered. If Qi’ra recognized her or her name, she did not betray it.

Did she dare invite Qi’ra up to bed with her? She did have other meetings in the morning. She did not want to risk the other woman in case something went wrong, or even if the Imperials traced their transaction, though it was supposed to be untraceable.

Leia could feel her wetness. It had been too long since she had a lover. But Qi’ra made the decision for her as they entered the hotel, saying “Find me in a few years, and I’ll show you a proper night.” She kissed her hand, winked, and left Leia to return to her room alone and dream.

#leia x qi'ra #leia organa #qi'ra #star wars #fan fiction #my writing #alcohol tw

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darthlorddiamond · 5 years ago

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The Rise of Black Diamond

This is the fourteenth episode of the Black Diamond story, if you want to read the previous episode or follow the next ones you can check my Masterlist.

Summary: Di's plans fell causing his death. While a mysterious man, capable of manipulating the Force, joins the First Order awakening the memories of Phasma about a person with the same abilities.

Words: 4,156

Reading Time: 17 min

Category: Bio

Warnings: None

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The Rise of Black Diamond

Diamond´s Plot

After a long conversation, Di ended up confessing that he had development plans in Sinbensko, which he had been secretly preparing for years and that he didn´t want anyone inside the cartel know it. He also told me that the time Leia appeared in the casino hadn´t been the first meeting they had, that they had seen each other previously and that in those meetings, he had told her about this intention, as a warning, trying to demonstrate that his power was superior to the Senate and, for this reason, he had the capabilities to take that planet, thus achieving a strategic advantage for our organization, positioning us above the Republic in terms of logistics, since, by its location, Sinbensko would give us the advantage in topics related on the distribution of our merchandise to any part of the galaxy.

I had reason to be mad with him, but I decided it would be a waste of energy on my part give it importance, if Di wanted to run his activities without notifying me it was his problem. I used this moment to make it very clear that, just as he could hide things from me, then he´ll not expect complete openness on my part about the methods and the decisions I could make regarding my team, a fact that he didn´t approve and started a second tantrum, telling me that without him, I would be nothing, in other words, he tried to do less to me, an action that didn´t turn out as he wanted, since his screams towards me, ended up, becoming whimpers to try to catch his breath.

From that moment on, I stopped working for Di, and both, me and my unit became a group of elite mercenaries who operated completely independently. If, at any time, he required our assistance, he would have to present his case together with a very good payment. Without our presence, slowly his cartel began to fall in decline. The rumors that Di no longer had his demon made other criminal organizations seek to position themselves again inside the black markets; we had begun to openly work with the best bidders, and those supporters of the old Empire were divided into the ones who wanted to continue solving the First Order with Di, and those who sought a new approach to approach the Dark Side, trying to ingratiate themselves with me.

Months passed and our assassins fame grew exponentially; At that time, nobody knew me as the Black Sonata anymore, instead, many of my employers began to refer to me by my name, attaching a piece of that past, and that was how Black Diamond became the horror of the members of the Republic.

Occasionally, I received news about Di, not directly from him, but from men who once worked for him and chose to follow me once we separated, oddly enough, one of these men was Liam, who became my messenger. "Can I come in, ma'am?" the door of my study opened and Liam just stood in the frame, I was standing in the viewport observing the city and due to my lack of response, Liam put more emphasis on his voice to trying to get my attention "I bring you news about Rinnrivin Di..." I just turned to see him over my shoulder as he took a few uncertainly steps towards my direction.

Its been a while since I knew something about Di or his cartel, according to what I had understood, he had already been executing his plan on Sinbensko for several months without much apparent success. Liam cleared his throat once he was a couple of meters away from me "Rinnrivin Di is dead..." his words fell like a bomb and I immediately turned to see him. I could see by his expression that he was quite afraid of ending up dead for bringing that kind of news. Di, dead? How could it happen? He had certainly made bad decisions lately, but not disastrous enough to end his life; I glance a look to Liam "How?" this had undoubtedly caused me a kind of impact, but I didn't want him to notice it, so I kept my tone as neutral as I could "Leia..." he answered shakily, I could see how his nervousness grew more and more since he kept clutching his hands "Leia killed him..." so, at the end, she kept her word, with one hand I indicated to him to leave; once the door closed.

I went to the cellar to pour myself a glass of the last remaining of Toniray wine, ideal for the occasion, I walked to the showcase where my hurdy-gurdy was stored and stood in front of it watching my reflection in the glass while I took a drink from my glass. Leia... Blessed Leia... Thanks to her, Di's cartel was about to disappear, the other criminal organizations would begin to fight intensely to take its place, that would increase the number of jobs that I would have. The First Order has just run out of one of its sources of income and members of the old Empire that supported him now would seek help to safeguard their necks.

I couldn't control the emotion this was causing me. My heart was rapidly pumping blood throughout my body, generating a feeling of total lightness. I was extremely agitated, full in ecstasy at the news of Di's death and the consequences it would bring to the underworld. Everyone would fight among all, while me and my men would remain at the center of that war, as judge and jury. A macabre smile painted on my lips as I watched the hurdy-gurdy through my reflection.

My reputation was about to rise as an arrowhead, before long, even the Senate wouldn´t be able to stop me, and the First Order would soon search for me for help. At that moment I convinced myself to make the name of Black Diamond the definition of what a true nightmare is. This is gonna be fun.

Phasma Plot

Ever since I joined the First Order things have only been on the rise for me. I started my career here as an officer, but my character in front of my teammates, assertiveness and superior physical strength, both in the battlefield and in training, made that my superiors assigned me the title of Captain shortly after arriving, a fact that my fellow ones didn´t approve; they tried to discredit my work in the High Command, a matter that ended up costing the lives of many of them, and not by other soldier's hands, but by mine.

I gained a reputation of being a person with a terrible temperament and a very strict discipline, which allowed me to accommodate as the one in charge of training all our troops, since, according to General Pryde, all our fighters should behave the same as me. Nothing in our ranks could be out of line, everything had to be completely perfect. Discipline and loyalty were the axioms of all my troops.

I cannot complain, everything in here simply adapts to me in the way I want and need, it doesn´t compare in the least with my life in Parnassos. In this place I receive the treatment and respect I deserve, I can spread fear in my troops and turn count on their absolute reliability. I´m an important part of this enormous machinery, which continues to grow in strength and power and which, as it progresses, gives me an even more active role together with privileges.

Now, General Hux is the only person with whom I have close contact. Our relationship is mostly focused on the results of my training with our recruits and military strategies, however, removing his facade of serious and upright man, we had also developed a unique friendship, based on the trust that we both have on each other. I´m, and always will be, loyal to all my superiors, especially to him, who has never questioned my actions and commitment, to the point of even entrusting me with the mission of eliminating his father, General Brendol, which I did gladly. In the same way, I know that I can count at any time with him, and that he´ll never question the reasons I have when I ask him for something.

Four years after entering the First Order, our fleet began to grow exponentially, largely thanks to the funds that various criminal organizations provided us. Most of them did it out of fright to face us, however, there was a cartel that did it voluntarily, without bothering to empty their pockets before us and that was Rinnrivin Di, who slowly placed himself within our council as a key piece for our development. It was obvious that the members of our Directors Board were fascinated that someone like him was always more than willing to give us everything without asking for anything in return, however, I saw in him a figure desperate to attract attention and I was 100% sure, that no matter how kind he was to our cause, he wouldn´t achieve his mission of became an essential part of us, that very poor man didn´t know that for us, he was nothing more than a completely dispensable puppet, and that we would only require his “help-money” to a certain extent, and once reached, my instruction was to discard him, a fact that unfortunately, I couldn´t complete, since he had been killed shortly after. A complete disgrace, I was dying to put my hands on his neck.

With the death of Rinnrivin Di, several members who supported the ancient Empire, contacted us directly, expressing their interest in continuing to finance the Order, it was through them that reports about an alleged group of elite assassins reached our ears. Some declared that this group was led by a Sith, a fact that, at that time, we couldn´t corroborate, since our Supreme Leader, a true and the only Sith I knew, wasn´t aware of it, while others only commented that she was a complete monster in the costume of a beautiful young woman; her name, Black Diamond.

The first thing that crossed my mind when I heard this name was Keldo, but immediately I got that idea out of my head. I felt an infinite rage to think that someone like her had managed to get to that position, but eventually, I was convinced that the woman who I knew didn´t have the guts or the strength to achieve something like that, so I let those rumors go.

A few months later at the start of these scandals, a man entered the Fist Order by the orders of the Supreme Leader. Until that moment, nobody knew anything about him or had seen him, but the gossip began to spread like wildfire among all our ranks. It was said that the mysterious knight had been trained in the Force by Luke Skywalker himself, and that not happy with this fact, they also told that he was the son of Senator Organa, making it clear that he was the grandson of Darth Vader. These declarations became much, much bigger when, upon his arrival, it was confirmed that he would be under the direct tutelage of the Supreme Leader; apparently, the rumors said, that this man had burned down the Skywalker´s Jedi Temple, a nights ago, awakening in him the Dark Side of the Force, a phenomenon that was perceived by the Supreme Leader.

Within weeks of his arrival, the Supreme Leader summoned all of the Lieutenants, Captains, Admirals, and Generals to introduce us to his new apprentice and Commander. He intended that we all watch one of his training sessions to learn about the skills and strength of this knight. Once in place, we all settled behind a glass; The holo training room was beginning a battle simulation when a man in a black robe and helmet, that completely covered his head, appeared through the door.

The training began, all my colleagues were fascinated by what they saw, they praised the pressure of his movements and his combat skills, some were completely fascinated by how he was able to manipulate the Force, but I... I was completely paralyzed in my place. My legs were shaking, my fists were tightly closed, my body emitted so much heat that I had to take off my helmet to be able to breathe well, my entire forehead was covered in a fine sweat, Hux, who was standing next to me, immediately noticed that something bad was happening to me "Is something wrong, Captain Phasma?" his words made everyone take their eyes off that man for a moment and turn to see me; I couldn't even speak, my eyes were still completely fixed on that man, in each one of his movements "I..." Diamond's memories in the dunes exploded in my mind, the feel of her hand on my throat without touching me.

My breathing was beginning to get more agitated every second that passed "I know someone with those same abilities..." finally I could say it, they all stared at me and immediately Hux stood in front of me holding my shoulders "What you´re saying!?" my legs were shaking more and I took the hold of Hux to support a part of my weight "I know someone with the same abilities as the Commander... To manipulate the Force..." I couldn't believe the words that came out of my mouth, the silence in the room was sepulchral while the sounds of the training room didn´t stop ceasing; Hux held me tighter, shaking me, pulling me momentarily out of my trance "What!? Who, where!?" I fixed my gaze to his "One of the girls of my tribe..." Hux's eyes widened in surprise, he removed his hands from my shoulders and took a few steps back until his back collided with the glass of the wall "The white-haired girl..." he whispered incredulously as he fixed his gaze with mine again, the only response from my body was to nod.

Diamond´s Plot

I quite enjoy walking through the streets of Harloff Minor. Tonight, in particular, I was in high spirits to attend one of the concerts of the Symphonic Orchestra, which would be playing in a hall near my studio, however, my intention to go was cut when I saw Liam standing in the entrance of my destination "Diamond..." he approached me with some turbulence, you could tell by his expression that he knew I was bothered by his presence "I apologize for appearing like this..." and boy! I was upset! One of the few nights that I decide to leave my obligations aside and they couldn´t give me a single break "I had been looking for you for a few hours to tell you..." at that moment I understood that something beyond what any of my men could solve was happening "There´s a group of men waiting for you in your office…” In my studio!? How they dared to violate the privacy of my sanctuary!? My blood boiled by just thinking that someone had stepped inside without my permission and I immediately turned around. With each step I took, my fury only increased. They´ll regret it! Everyone will regret it! From those who allowed them to enter until the last of the trespassers.

The moment I set a foot inside the restaurant I noticed something was wrong. The lights were off and everything was silent. All my senses became alert as I walked down the hallways with my hand holding the hilt of my saber. While I was walking, a viscous texture stuck in my feet, I didn´t need to lower my gaze to know what it was, I knew that sensation perfectly, I had walked many times on that same surface, belonging to the blood spilled towards some hours ago, and was now coagulating. Eventually, I reached the floor of my studio, which had the door open and only a dim light came from inside. My fury escalated further, someone had dared to violate my privacy and the mere thought that they would be inside, running their hands over my sabers or grabbing my hurdy-gurdy, caused infinite annoyance to infuse more into my veins.

I crossed my door, to find only two figures inside. A soldier in a chrome armor standing by my divan, and sitting on it, a familiar man. I could never forget that face, those eyes and hair color. Armitage Hux. He was sitting comfortably, with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands crossed at the level of his mouth, staring at me; The soldier lying next to him tried to advance towards me, but stopped when Hux raised one of his hands. I remained silent, I walked towards the cellar, poured myself a glass of liquor and advanced towards the place that was in front of Hux, where I sat down, took out a cigar, lit it and took a sip from my glass while staring at him.

"I must admit..." he began his speech "That when we heard the stories about Black Diamond, I never thought it could be you..." he threw his body back, resting his entire back "I´m surprised to see the position you have now..." I continued smoking, showing disinterest in what he said, I wasn´t going to allow them to see the annoyance they had caused me "When I met you in Parnassos, well, I thought you were just a pretty girl..." he smiled slightly "A beautiful ornament..." he closed his eyes, I could perceive that the memory of our first meeting was projected in his mind "What a surprise you have given us!" he snapped his eyes open and returned his gaze to mine.

"How did you find me?" I took another sip from my glass and continued smoking "You have a beautiful studio..." I put my glass on the coffee table and put out my cigar, he just followed each of my movements on time "I asked a question, and I'm not going to repeat it" I took another cigarette and Hux laughed out loud “We went to a lot of trouble to get here! At least be a kinder hostess!” he continued with his little laugh; I was wasting my time here, I didn´t know what they were doing in my office and at that time I was no longer interested, so I stand up and started walking to the exit “Where do you think you're going!?” Hux immediately stood up from his place meanwhile I was already at the door looking askance at him. I was no longer interested in this place, it had been completely violated; "Balder told us where you were..." a somewhat familiar voice emerged, the soldier who was only standing, took a few steps forward while removing her helmet "He didn´t say it to us and the first time..." Phasma, part of me was surprised to see her again, but the other wasn´t surprised in the least that she was here accompanying Hux "But, at the end of the day, he died up saying it" a smile had painted on her lips.

It was obvious that she had come to try to use the past as a weapon against me; I leaned against the door frame watching them both with a smile on my face "What's wrong Diamond, are you still upset about Keldo?" indeed, Phasma was trying to break me and I wasn´t going to please her, although Keldo's memory was still a recurring pain on my chest "You did what you had to do to get to where you are now..." her reaction made me realize that she didn´t expect such an answer, she was at a loss for words, I could swear that she was sure that I believed that a statement like that would make me lose my composure "I don't think you took so much trouble to find me only to bring me good memories” I took another cigarette out of my bag and lit it, Hux raised one of his hands pointing to the sofa I had left recently “Please…” he reinforced his message, at this time ,I was very pleased to shut up Phasma, and I wanted to see if I could be able to push her to her limit, just as a small revenge solely motivated by pride, so I sat back down.

The silence was present for a few minutes while Hux and I smoked, once he finished his cigar he went back to me "Let's stop the detours..." he crossed his hands bringing them to his mouth "We know you can manipulate the Force..." I raised one of my eyebrows painting an expression of complete concern about what he said, let´s play a little with them "We want you to join the First Order..." I let out a huge laugh that caused his face to fill with annoyance "What for?" I kept grinning "What can you offer me that I no longer have?" his impatience increased as my laughter continued, Phasma only clenched her fists with more and more strength "Power? Glory? Fame?" I suddenly stopped howling and stared at Hux with my most severe expression "Don't make me laugh, please..." his face was already red with anger and he was about to lose his temper "Neither you nor your First Order has anything to offer me" Hux tried to restore his balance, he ran one of his hands through his hair and then adjusted the knot of his tie; Phasma only remained standing with his eyes fixed on me. After a few seconds, Hux broke his rictus to continue with his proposal "The First Order is controlled by the Supreme Leader, who directly requested your presence..." great! Now I also had to listen to the tale of their great pseudo-nation; I yawned in boredom, it was evident that he was still agitated by my reactions but continued "Supreme Leader is a Sith, the best of all and is willing to train you in exchange for loyalty..." I continued to expose apathy at his words "Loyalty? Me? Leave everything to kneel before someone else? No thanks…” I fully leaned back on the sofa and crossed one of my legs, now they were starting to bother me.

Hux was stunned for a few seconds, I guess he didn't know how to broach the subject anymore, he was in trouble “The last week one of the Skywalker´s students burned his temple and joined us!” Phasma yelled, Hux immediately turned to look at her angrily and she shut up immediately, inadvertently she had managed to catch my attention.

Skywalker. The Skywalker from the books I borrowed from Di's study? The legend? The rebel who defeated the ancient Empire, the, considered, best of the Jedis? Wow! What new! And his student joined the First Order, after burning his temple!? No doubt I found this much more exciting than any banal promise they could make to me. I was so submerged in my emotion that I didn´t notice how my body betrayed me, exterminating these reactions, which didn´t go unnoticed by both of them “It´s worth mentioning that he´s the grandson of Darth Vader” Hux shot that statement into the air fiercely. What did he just tell? Vader's grandson? That meant he´s Leia's son! Leia's precious son was part of the First Order! He´s a Sith! I couldn't get the excitement. All this was so hilarious for me, the laughter exploded in my chest, Hux and Phasma just remained paralyzed in place, watching as my insanity grew bigger as my mind kept raving about this.

My laughter stopped completely, filling the room with total silence, my body was lying fully towards the front of the couch. My elbows rested on my knees and my head hung between my shoulders, my hair fell down the sides of my head and my breathing was a constant gasp. Leia's precious son... The madness had completely invaded me. I remembered her words, on that occasion when we met at the casino... When she put aside the beast that I was and looked at me with tenderness for the first time - You can't be bigger than my Ben… -.

It was a golden opportunity.

I can't wait to know if Leia could continue seeing me as she does after I take care of her little one… This is my way forward, my way to show everyone that I´m a truly monster by own willing. Raising my head slightly, I fixed my gaze, through my eyelashes, at Hux, who only looked at me with confusion, I could feel that my laughter had instilled some fear in them, although they didn´t show it, and still with a macabre smile painted on my lips and between a few gasps, I signed my fate...

"At what time are we leaving?"

Note: I would like to especially thank @kyloren-theprince, @thetorturerwrites @kylorengarbagedump who took time to read this first part of my saga and sent me observations with all the patience in the world.

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