Star Wars One Shots

jealous ➳ han solo

You had arrived in Cloud City for an important business meeting. Han, despite not liking business meetings, insisted on coming, for your "safety".

"Honestly, Han, I don't need a babysitter." You grumbled, annoyed.

"Babe, there's no way I'm gonna let you go in there alone. You never know who you'll meet. This guy, for example," Han frowned, gesturing to the man approaching you.

"Hello, what have we here?" He gave a beaming smile when he saw you.

"Hello, Lando Calrissian?" You smiled with uncertainty.

"Yes, that would be me. Miss y/n?" At your nod, he continued, "Shall I show you to your room?" Lando gestured to your bags, which you now found to be really heavy.

"That would be lovely." You passed him your bags, rubbing your sore arms. "Lead the way."

Lando led you through countless hallways and floors, until you arrived at your room.

"Here we are. I hope you enjoy your stay." Lando placed the bags gently on the floor, before giving you a wink. Moments later, he was walking down the narrow hallway and disappearing around the corner.

"Hmph. What a pathetic flirt." Han crossed his arms, visibly pleased he was gone.

"What? No, I thought he was nice." You looked at him strangely. What had gotten into him?

"He was flirting with you, y/n! Isn't it obvious! I told you he was dangerous."

"'Told' me? I haven't met that many people, Han! I used to live on Alderaan, with my sister. Then I knew the rebels. I haven't been to a lot of places! I don't know what it's like out here!" Your voice increased in volume with each sentence. "And I don't need you here, telling me that people are dangerous!"

"Sorry for trying to protect you! I've been here before, I've met these people, and you haven't got a damn clue what some people are capable of! I'm just trying to help!" Han turned away from you. "Okay? Whatever, I was just bloody-" He broke off suddenly.

"You were just what?"

"You'll laugh at me," Han mumbled.

"No, I won't."

"Fine. I guess I was a little... jealous," He mumbled.

You let out a small laugh. Han just stood there with his arms folded, frowning at you.

"You, smuggler, oh-so-handsome Han Solo? Jealous? Oh, I can't wait to tell Leia about this." You laughed again.

"Hey, you said that you wouldn't laugh at me!"

"I'm sorry!" Your laughter died down. "But seriously?"

"It's not funny."

"It is funny, you just don't see the humour," you smiled as you brought his lips to yours.