#luke/mara

[myevilmouse]

February: Unstoppable Love

“Dad… Did mom use to be…”  Ben grimaced, then plowed on.  “Bad?  Imperial?”

Luke shielded his annoyance.  Mara had planned to explain…when Ben was ready, not reacting to gossip. 

“Remember your grandfather was a Sith, then returned to the Light?  Saved my life?”

His son nodded, solemn.

“That’s because love is unstoppable.”

“Stronger than the Dark?”

“Absolutely.”

“Stronger than the Force?”

Luke weighed his response.

“Love is the Force, Ben—creating us, binding us.  The Dark side doesn’t know true love; only jealousy, possessiveness.  So Light always wins.”

Ben’s relief flooded the room. “Like you won mom?”

Luke laughed.  “Exactly.”

Luke & Mara ^^

#year of luke 2023 #luke x mara #luke/mara #drabble #100 words #luke skywalker #mara jade #ben skywalker #myfic #my drabbles #married skywalkers #unstoppable love #mara jade skywalker

[andrastesgrace]

Mara Jade + tooka cats

There are two Luke Skywalkers.

The farmboy-turned-flyboy in him is a crack shot, can diagnose a problem with her ship faster than any mechanic in the core, and is wickedly funny, when he wants to be. When he remembers he can be.

The Jedi, though - the one who is allergic to colors and smiling, the one who has apparently forgotten that he isn't even thirty years old yet - is a gifted mediator, a skilled warrior, and much to Mara's eternal annoyance, usually right.

He's also a little shit. She'd almost jumped out of her skin last week in her Coruscant docking bay when he just. Appeared. Behind her. Wearing that stupid passive expression and looking at her expectantly, as though she shouldn't have sworn in three languages and nearly sliced him in half with his own father's lightsaber.

"If only someone were willing to train you," he said with a completely straight face. "You might've seen that coming."

Mara called him a bastard, then, and he grinned. She threw a spanner at his head for good measure, but he just stepped aside and asked her if she was hungry.

They ate ribenes from a cart in the lower city, and didn't talk about his thinly veiled request.

He asks less, now, and she's not sure if she's relieved or disappointed. Since the beginning, he's always asked, even back when she wasn't sure if she still wanted to kill him or not. But now, as then, she's wary. Not of him, not really. She's run through every scenario in her head, and she doesn't really think he'd ever truly become a danger. But he also doesn't want to listen to her, either, when she suggests that perhaps, some Jedi teachings of the past should stay in the past.

Deep down, there's something that makes her uncomfortable about the way he can just. Switch off his entire personality like the press of a button. He would never hurt her, but sometimes he isn't him.

So instead of becoming his student, she devotes her time to becoming a pain in his ass. Annoying him is the quickest way to shake him out of it. At first it's just little things - mispronouncing the names of famous podracers, putting pepper in his tea, and once, conspiring with R2-D2 to play nothing but Nemoidian showtunes everywhere he went.

"You're doing this on purpose," he says blithely one afternoon, and she looks at him with an innocent. "Who me?" in her expression. After a while, she needs more ammunition. She means to ask Solo, but when she hunts down the office he never uses in the New Republic's shiny new military complex, Leia is there instead. "Tooka cats," says Leia after she explains her mission.

"Tooka cats?" "He can't even look at them without laughing," The corners of her lips turn up in a half-smile. "Something about the eyes." *** "Are you proud of yourself?" he says when she sees him later, the grin still lingering in his eyes as he lets himself onto the Jade's Fire.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She does. She watched it on the holos, the emergency channel on his datapad pinging as he stood in the background of some very important New Republic something-or-other. The first time, he managed to keep a straight face, but only just. But she didn't just have one. She wasn't an amateur. All in all, she sent him about thirty of the most ridiculous pictures of tooka cats that she could possibly find. They were naturally funny looking creatures - a little too creepy for her taste, with their beady eyes and claws, but something about them made Skywalker take one look at them and forget he was a Jedi at all. The sight of him bursting into giggles on live broadcast while Mon Mothma was trying to give a Very Important Speech is going to keep her going for *years.*

"You're a menace," he says, dropping down next to her where she's examining her ship's tractor beam manifold. Thing's been malfunctioning for months.

"I'm a delight."

Skywalker is quiet for a moment. His bright blue eyes catch on the faulty wiring she's been attempting to finagle into working order since she landed here, and he absently grabs a spanner and begins tinkering.

This close, she doesn't have to reach to feel the shifting current of his emotions. "You are," he says softly. A few twists of his hand and a couple of button presses, and the tractor beam's diagnostics panel is all green. Showoff. "I wish you'd let me train you," he says finally, setting the spanner down beside him. There are no accusation in the words, but she feels the lingering merriment in the Force give way to a dull loneliness. Mara knows why he keeps asking, and it's not because she's any great Jedi talent. She's...fine at it, she supposes, but Skywalker is asking for one thing when he needs another. "I'd be an awful student," she says finally, bumping her shoulder with his, and he gives her his own version of Leia's half-smile . "But I guess I should probably make sure you aren't dead from time to time." He chuckles, and shakes his head. "Yeah, you're my best friend, too."

#fanfic #Star Wars #Star Wars fanfic #Luke Skywalker/Mara Jade #luke/mara #mara jade #as it turns out #more than 20 years later #I am still LukexMara trash

[thatsouthernanthem]

may the fourth be with you.

#my art #luke skywalker #mara jade #luke/mara #luke x mara #star wars #star wars legends

[kittenfangirl20]

Mara: Two for Oppenheimer.

Luke: And two for Barbie.

You know that Luke/Mara would definitely do the Barbenheimer double feature.

#star wars #barbenheimer #luke skywalker #mara jade #luke/mara #barbie movie #oppenheimer movie #barbie 2023 #oppenheimer 2023 #i ship it #i ship them

[teagrl]

For anyone into Dark Empire (and Mara!), this is required reading!

Dark Empire fyi is the Legends comic series where Palpatine comes back through clones (lolz) and Luke turns in his quest for knowledge.

I know I've been thinking about DE a great deal (it's a pet timeline). I've always said LOVE the concept of DE and hate its execution. These set of fics unpack canon ("canon," lol I see you all, I see you Zahn, and your haterade, too) and make the psychological landscape of Luke way more intelligible. I love the twists, love the action, adore the character beats and the UST (omg). Please go shower the writer with comments and encourage her to gift us the finale when she can!

#luke skywalker #mara jade #luke/mara #fic rec #star wars legends #dark empire

[jedimordsith]

WIP Wednesday

“You don’t want to tell them anything until you get your answers.” Mara pressed a palm against the frame of the bed as she rounded it, the crack in her shields re-sealing.

Bacta had healed her wounds, but Luke knew from experience that being immobilized in a tank wasn’t kind to nerve-damaged muscles. “I don’t want to tell them anything until we get our stories straight,” he corrected, watching her root around in the carryall the medic had left for her and withdraw a small jar. “Is that your salve?”

“Yes.” She twisted the lid off. “You would lie to your superiors?”

“Let me do it.” He held out his hand. When she hesitated, wary, he wheedled, “please, Alpha?”

Her lips twisted in disapproval but she handed it over. Turning her back to him, she lifted her top, the fabric bunching around her ribs to bare her lower back.

Luke dipped his fingers into the creamy purple lotion. It was cool and had a bright, sharp smell that made him think his fingers would be tingling if he hadn’t used his prosthetic hand. Dabbing it onto her skin, he worked it in slowly with his thumb, the rest of his fingers curling against her ribs.

Mara’s breath caught and one hand dropped to brace against the bed. Adjusting his hold on the jar, Luke caught the hem of her shirt with two fingers of the same hand and tugged in up further out of the way as he continued to work the cream into her thirsty skin. It felt good to tend to her like this, to reciprocate the care she had shown him on Myrkr and Wayland. Her obvious unfamiliarity with being on the receiving end of such attention made the moment feel unexpectedly weighted, as if he were uncovering another piece of her that belonged to him alone.

Luke quickly picked up the conversation again, as much to distract himself from such thoughts as to set her ease.

“As far as lying to my superiors,” he said, affecting a blithe tone to cover a mess of old and complicated feelings on the subject, “the Rogues and I discovered years ago that there are things the Intelligence service needs to know and things they don’t. In this case, they need to know that I’m an Omega, but who I spend my heats with is my business. They have a right to know when I formally take on a new student of the Force, or if I find a Force-sensitive who presents a threat to the NR. Since you’re neither of those, the the only things they need to know about you right now is that you work for Karrde, who is now officially an ally of the New Republic, and that you’ve saved my life. Twice.”

“They won’t forgive you,” she said quietly, her fingers curling into the sheets, fisting them hard as he dipped his thumb beneath the waistband of her pants and worked another dollop of salve into the skin of her sacrum. “If they find out you had an Emperor’s Hand and didn’t turn me over for interrogation.”

“If they ever crucify me for the secrets I keep, it won’t be over you,” Luke said grimly. “

#mara jade #luke skywalker #luke x mara #wip wednesday #luke/mara

[knightofthenewrepublic]

#star wars #Star Wars EU #star wars legacy of the jedi #My memes #Luke Skywalker #luke/mara #luke x mara #luke and mara #ben skywalker #jacen solo #darth caedus #Mara Jade #mara jade skywalker #kyp durron #corran horn #saba sebatyne #octa ramis #second galactic civil war

[tairona-is-taken]

I'm currently filling out the online MVA form to register/title a new car and I've gotten to the part where it asks you if you want a personalized license plate. I've also recently realized that a large number of Star Wars ship names will fit on a U.S. license plate: SKYJADE, DINLUKE, HANLEIA, ANIDALA (or PANAKIN), SKYSOLO, FINNPOE, REYLO, OBITINE, OBIKIN, CODYWAN. I'm sure there are others I'm not thinking of.

Anyway, all that is to say, it's probably a good thing that personalizing a license plate costs money, because if it didn't, I would be slapping SKYJADE or DINLUKE on my car right about now, lol.

#star wars #luke/mara #dinluke #tairona talks #personal

[legendscon]

We hope you had a great Valentine's Day Legends fans! Join us for a celebration of all things Expanded Universe at LegendsCon in Burbank, CA on September 9th-10th, 2023!

#Mara Jade #Mara Jade Skywalker #Luke Skywalker #SkyJade #Luke/Mara #Thrawn Trilogy #Survivors Quest #star wars legends #expanded universe #star wars expanded universe #Star Wars cosplay

[mariahjade2]

A Luke and Mara what if moment.

#luke skywalker #mara jade #star wars #fanfic #luke/mara

[myevilmouse]

“Ben won’t come out of his room,” Mara said. 

Her tone was, to Luke’s hearing, deliberately even, nothing to read into the words except stark fact.

“I shouldn’t have let him go on the mission, that’s what you mean?”

“Not what I said.”

“What you meant,” Luke repeated.

“It’s the Sith coven all over again,” Mara said.  “Sometimes I wish Ben hadn’t inherited your reckless optimism.  We can’t save everyone; he should know that by now.”

“That’s a hard lesson to learn,” Luke admitted.  “Even for me.”

“But a necessary one,” Mara retorted.  “Now go teach your son, Master Skywalker.”

This drabble is sort of a sequel or cousin to three from my #yearofluke2023 drabble series, for April and May and June, which Mara refers to here.

#angstober2023 #mara jade #star wars legends #ben skywalker #mara jade skywalker #married skywalkers #luke/mara #luke x mara #luke skywalker #evilmousetober23 #drabble #100 words #drabbles

[argentumcor]

Star Wars Fanfic Rec

Interregnum. It is amazing.

I do not often or lightly say anything has taken me back to my childhood in the best possible way, but this one did. The Star Wars EU was my childhood and hugely influenced who I am. Wedge is my fictional military role model, while Mara beats the snot out of all these come-lately pop culture "strong female characters", being not only cooler but also more interesting and much more likeable. Her romance with Luke is so sweet and her heroism, cunning, and principles are inspiring.

It was so wonderful to go back to that place on a few September afternoons. Now to the sequel.

#star wars #Luke/Mara #Rogue Squadron #fanfic rec

[elli-incarnate]

WIP Wednesday Thursday Friday

Happy holidays, have a Dark Luke/Mara interaction from "Black King," part III of the Dark Empire but make it L/M redo I'm still working on in fits and starts.

Parts I and II, "Black Pawn" and "Black Knight," respectively, are currently playing at an AO3 near you.

Luke smiled thinly; it wasn't a denial. "What are you even doing over there, Mara?" he inquired gently, easily predicting her line of thought. "There's nothing there for you. You don't even particularly like the New Republic or anyone in it. We both know it's corrupt and ineffectual. I can give you so much more; you know that. Everything you had as the Emperor's Hand - power, prestige, purpose. I can give you that. More than that. Trust. Friendship. Companionship. A true partnership. Not my Hand, but my Empress. Why say no?"

"Your pitching skills have improved a lot," she admitted. His voice rang with truth but also yearning, and Mara suppressed a shiver.  "But you've got a lot of nerve promising trust when we're playing a high stakes game of 'who can bluff harder.'"

"I'm not bluffing," he said simply, and his voice hardened slightly. His smile didn't shift - but somehow it still changed, taking on a sinister cast. "I've never been anything but honest to you, Mara, and I'm going to be honest again now."

Luke's voice was almost gentle, almost pleasant, almost enough to negate the horror of his promise. Almost. “You've got the training, but with the Emperor gone, you lack the hate. That’s my fault, and I'm going to fix it. I'm going to break you, Mara. I'll take away everything and everyone you have, whatever you're using to hold yourself together, and when I deliver that final blow - I will teach you the meaning of hate. I will destroy you. I will make you hate me. Utterly. Even more than you hated him. And that's what will make you powerful."

#sith luke #fanfiction #Star Wars #star wars legends #Star Wars fanfiction #fanfic #luke/mara #mara jade #dark luke skywalker #luke skywalker #black king

[auntienene]

#luke skywalker #mara jade #star wars #expanded universe #luke/mara #thrawn trilogy #DarthAngelus

[cmonpigtails]

More from Beautiful Strangers.

—-

She calls his com.

“I’m about 5 minutes from your place, and I need a medpac.” She tries to keep her breathing level but she can hear it rasping down the line all the same. His concern is immediate.

“What’s happened?”

“Just some sleemo with a vibroblade. Don’t worry. But I’d rather avoid a med centre right now, for obvious reasons.”

She hears him swallow. Even across this distance she feels the incandescent surge of rage that flares up, before being quickly snuffed.

“I’ll meet you at the lifts.”

True to his word, when the elevator doors slide open he is there, pacing lightly, face tight. That doesn’t abate when he catches sight of her; she can only imagine how she must appear, tunic half-soaked with blood, slightly dazed with pain and her best Force-suppression attempts.

He puts a gentle hand to the small of her back - barely any pressure, just a suggestion of a touch, really - and guides her swiftly to his door.

Once inside it’s down to professional military gestures. He seats her sideways in a straight-back chair and carefully cuts at the seam of her shirt with shears. She’d take the time to complain - she liked this tunic, damnit - but keeping the pain at bay requires the bulk of her concentration and everything else is vaguely fuzzy. She’s missed what he’s saying just now, too.

“Huh?”

He gestures to her back.

“The wrap. Is it ok if I...?”

Oh, her bra. Well, under the circumstances. She reaches back to untie it for him and her shoulder wound screams in fresh firey protest. It’s sharp enough that her vision blurs and her stomach turns briefly with nausea.

“Stop.” His voice is a steady light of comfort through the choking haze of pain. “I’ve got it. Just sit still.”

He doesn’t ask her any more questions after that.

Once the bacta is on, mercificully cool and numbing, he delivers a shot to her arm and reaches for the bandages. There’s a memory now of herself as a child, open wound to her leg, asking for a dressing in tears. “No”, her minder had told her. “We do not cover our failures, child.”

But the thick blanket of dressing over her wound feels good, as Luke’s careful hands tape it in place. The painkiller is starting to take hold, and she risks drawing back from the Force a little, enough to allow her thoughts to clear a little bit.

Enough to realise she is topless in Luke’s dining room and he now has the warmth of his palms against her back, and he isn’t moving.

“Uh. Luke?”

He shushes her in response. He’s lucky she’s too tired to object.

She turns to look at him but his eyes are closed and his shoulders soft. “Healing” he says with the exaggerated shortness used to convey an air of concentration.

Oh, right. She closes her eyes and reaches out to see if she can join him.

A little while later she opens her eyes. Dusk has fallen and her shoulder feels about a million times better. She could even sleep on it, if she needed to.

Luke comes round too, yawning and stretching.

“How do you feel?” He asks her, and she looks over a shoulder and graces him with a smile.

“Better. Thank you”

He nods in acknowledgement. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”

Reaching for her wrap, she awkwardly shrugs. It hurts. Perhaps not quite as healed as she’d imagined, then.

“Not much to add. Some huge reptile with a back-up posse grabbed me by the main shuttle line. By the time I’d cleared the hired muscle he’d pulled a vibro, and you’ve seen the rest.”

“He just got in one lucky swipe” she grouses as an afterthought.

Luke nods, takes the ends of the wrap from her fingers and begins to wind it around. His hands brush the curve of a breast by her right underarm, and she suppresses a shiver.

“So you’ve no leads on who they were?” His anger is quiet but palpable.

“Well, I wouldn’t say that.” With a smirk, she leans forward gingerly to snag her utility belt form where it rests on the table. Rifling through a pocket she retrieves a small black wallet, which she opens and quickly flicks through before pulling out a data card.

<Character name>, resident of <planet> she reads aloud. Handing the the card to Luke she adds, “quite the looker, isn’t he?”

Luke looked from the card to her face and back again.

“You swiped his wallet?” He shakes his head in resignation. “Of course you swiped his wallet.”

“What, you thought I let him slice me for the fun of it? A little credit please, farmboy. Now we have a duracrete lead.”

His face lights up and he moves forward as if to hug her - then thinks better of it, instead he offers her a warm smile and says, “you’re brilliant.” The smile drops and he adds a rough punch to her good shoulder.

“Ow! What the hells?”

“That’s for putting yourself in danger for it. Don’t do that again; you’re not invincible. Now, I’ll get you a shirt.”

And still quietly glowing with pride in her, he begins to tidy away the medical kit on his way to the bedroom.

#luke x mara #mara jade #agoodteam #luke/mara #beautifulstrangers #myfic

[jedimordsith]

Luke visits the Lake of Apparitions. From the Mara fakes her death fic.

“Father,” Luke said, surprised and torn. 

“Not who you’re looking for, I know,” Anakin said, a smile pulling at his lips briefly before he turned serious. “But that’s why I came. The Emperor’s Hand isn’t here, my son.”

“Not.. wherever you access the lake from?” Luke clarified with a frown.

“Not here, in the afterlife,” Anakin corrected. “When I felt you seeking her, I mounted my own search. I cannot tell you where she is, but I am certain she remains on your side of the veil.”

“But Karrde told me she was dead!” 

“Did he?” Anakin asked shrewdly. 

“He said she was gone.” Realization dawned, even as the words left his lips. Karrde had lived with Mara for years now; he knew the limitations of Jedi power. Doubtless Mara had explained at some point that carefully chosen words that were not technically inaccurate would read as true in the Force, even if the impression they gave was misleading. 

“Convenient word, gone,” Anakin said, grimly. “It leave a great deal of room for inference.” 

Luke’s eyes narrowed. “And Wedge?” 

Anakin shook his head, his golden hair rippling in the water. “Nothing.” 

Certainty anchored itself in Luke’s heart, and with it both confusion and determination. With Mirax safe and as in the dark as he was, he could think of nothing that would draw Mara and Wedge together, much less anything that cold compel them both to abandon their lives without a word. But they were alive, and almost surely together. 

And that meant he could find them. 

“Luke.” 

He glanced back at the water, at his father. 

“I can’t say I understand your attraction to the Hand, and I would not dictate your life choices,” Anakin’s mouth twisted into a grimace. “I made too much a mess of my own to have any right. But as a man who chose poorly… if you love her, and you have the chance to be with her, take it. The galaxy bends for love, and a man’s heart falls into blackness without it — even when giving it up was his choice.” 

Luke nodded solemnly, aware that somewhere in the path between Yavin and here, he’d already reached the same conclusion. He would find Mara, and this time he would not fumble the moment. He would not lose her again. 

#luke skwalker #anakin skywalker #luke/mara #sunday six #six sentence sunday