A Galaxy Far, Far, Away... (Star Wars One-Shots)

Winning the Battle (Han Solo)

"Wow, Han! Real mature!" You said, storming into the room. Han continued to lay back on the chair in the Rec room, looking at you with amusement in his eyes.

"Why," He taunted with mock offensiveness, "I don't know what you're talking about!" Luke, who had been sitting by Han and talking to him, realized that trouble was stewing. He quickly darted out of the room, leaving you and Han alone.

"Oh, you know perfectly well what I'm talking about!" You snarled.

"Listen, babe-" He casually stood up, walking over to you. You shoved him back.

"Don't call me 'babe!'" You snarled. "I am not your 'babe', and never will be!"

He raised up his hands defensively. "Woah, Y/N! All I did was kiss one of those hot pilot girls..."

You crossed your arms, looking at him in disgust. "Really? You are sick, leading on that girl just to make me jealous!"

Han smirked. "Did it work?"

"No." You scoffed.

"Really?" Asked Han. "You seem pretty jealous to me." He began to step closer, and your realized what he was doing. Your brain was telling you to back away, but you were frozen in place.

"Now, let's try this again, Y/N. Did it work?" Han muttered leaning in close. Suddenly you came to your senses, and did what your instinct told you to do.

You pulled back your fist, before socking him right in the face.

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"Ouch." Winced Luke, as him and Leia examined Han's injury.

However, Leia laughed. "Wow, Y/N really got you this time, didn't she? That's a real shiner, Solo!"

Han scowled at Leia, before raising the ice pack back up to his eye. The three of them were sitting in the base's cafeteria, munching on their food. Han shook his head in exasperation, before letting out a long sigh. "I just don't understand! Why does that girl have to be so-"

"Awesome?" Leia laughed.

"Smart?" Luke sighed.

Han looked at Luke with narrowed eyes for a second, signalling for him to back off. "I was gonna say stubborn. How come the one girl I'm actually in love with hates me?"

"Well, for starters," retorted Leia, "you've been treating her like crap."

"Wha- every other girl has liked this stuff! Why is Y/N any different?" Han huffed.

"See, that's where you're wrong." Added Luke. "If you can't see how she's more important to you than 'every other girl' then you've been treating her wrong."

Han sighed, realizing Luke was right. "I'm no good for her. I deserved this black-eye she gave me."

"Well, that's a start." Replied Leia. "At least now you admit that you've been wrong." Leia sighed before seeming to give up an internal struggle. "I hate you, Han. But you love Y/N. And she deserves someone to be there for her. So...I'll help you out."

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You were sitting on your bed when you heard someone knocking on your door. You stood up, walking over and opening it. Standing outside was Luke and Leia, smiling like they knew something you didn't.

"Oh, hey guys." You greeted. "What's up?"

"Y/N, I have important news." Responded Leia.

"What is it."

"The generals have invited you, me, and Luke to join them for dinner tonight. They want to meet and talk about something important."

"Oh, okay." You responded, beginning to walk out your door.