#BailBreha

[girlrandomstuff]

new favorite love language: leaning against each other

[almost-purple-dreams]

the best way i can describe my love for bailbreha is that i feel like a child that’s taken a shot of red 40 when i think about them too much

[captaingondolin]

from a post-Zigoola ObiBail + BailBreha fic that has no plot as of yet

“I talked to Master Kenobi today,” Breha said as greeting the next time they talked. Bail raised an eyebrow and waited for her to continue. “I wanted to thank him, but he says that it's you who saved his life on that mission you can’t say anything about. He seemed quite impressed.” He sighed. “I told you, he was the one to… We helped each other survive, that’s all.” “That’s a lot,” she smiled softly at him, “I’m sure you were very heroic and dashing.” “I was mostly scared and exhausted. And sweaty.”

[that-gay-jedi]

[Reading fanfic] I love how literally everyone agrees that Bail and Breha have an open marriage. AFAIK it's 100% fanon and yet every time those two show up their nonmonogamous power couple vibes are consistent across different fan authors, different main ships (including when they ARE the main ship), time periods, EVERYTHING.

[kopykunoichi]

Okay, you know my theory for why Tech's not dead?

I'll tell you.

Because he just started getting romantically involved with Phee.

But Star Wars always kills couples, you may argue.

Exactly. Exactly right. They always kill couples. It's like flipping a coin and getting tails every single time twenty times in a row. The more it keeps happening, the less likely it will be to keep happening.

Anidala. Obitine. Kanera. Jyndor. OwenBeru. BailBreha. HanLeia. Reylo. FinnRose (not dead, but character assassinated, so same thing).

Eventually, one romantic couple is going to have to survive just because of the law of averages. Just bring Tech back already, so Technicphee can happen.

[phoenixyfriend]

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm I want A QuinObi AU With a Hallmark Christmas Movie plot

Someone who went away to have a big city job comes home to their little rural town for the first time in five years and falls in love with their childhood friend, realizes that they are actually unhappy at their big city job, and decides to Return To The Low-Speed Life They Love I just can't decide which one's which

I brought this up on Discord and @deniigi said:

asdfjasFASFS:LDFJADSf these two are BOTH big city people Bail is the Bail is the rural guy Bail is like 'here is how we cut wood' and Quin tries and fucks up but Obi-Wan works out and has bigger arms than you'd expect both Quin and Bail watch him go to town

Your high school boyfriend comes back with his husband in tow and it's fine, you are also married (though your wife has been joking about having a threesome with your One That Got Away since they met at your wedding) and you think? They might be aiming at poly?

Someone puts Obi-Wan in a tank top and flannel that's open just enough to let the chest hair show through.

Plus a knit beanie (Breha gave it to him).

Bail does not want to think that Quinlan is funny but he is very funny and charming even if he cannot walk in the snow and he and Obi-Wan are clinging to each other in ice skates

Quinlan cannot chop firewood but he does know seventeen ways to light a fire, at least five of which Bail has never encountered before

Bail complaining to Breha like "I can't compete with the leather and motorcycle I am doomed." "Darling, I don't think it's the leather and motorcycle that grabbed Obi-Wan's interest."

Bail: I can't grow my hair that long either I'll look ridiculous Breha, texting Obi-Wan: down….2…..f--

Anakin comes roaring into town with a wife, twins, and a concerningly ripped teenage girl in the backseat. Bail is relieved that he at least knows one (1) person that is randomly coming to his little snowy town this winter. He's not going to ask how Padme happened to get married to someone from around here, he's just thankful she's here.

I also need Breha to bully Quinlan out of his leather in favor of a nice sweater.

Obi-Wan doesn't even celebrate Christmas, but he does want all the eggnog so he angles to get himself invited to all the parties anyway. He is coming to your party for canapes, not Jesus.

I want Quinlan's day job to be Male Model (it is a cover for Weird Spy Things), just for Bail to have another stupid thing to angst over.

From @catboydogma:

breha walks into their bedroom and bail is simply contemplating one of quinlan's magazine spreads in silence reading glasses on

"So is this a Do or a Be?" "Yes."

I think the Organas run a ski lodge. But like. A homey, cozy one.

Obi-Wan is a novelist, so we can have him move back home without actually having to quit his job.

(Everyone who meets him is always surprised because they are very gory horror novels.)

(At least one is basically the plot of the Geonosian brain worm episode)

[hermitmoss]

breha and bail organa are a queen and prince consort who love each other very much but have always longed for a child.. and then one day bail rescues two magical, mystical knights from an evil emperor and he and breha get a baby out of it. and naturally the child is magical, as befits a changeling. talk about fairytale romance!

[bluescluelessly]

Bailobibreha + D2 requested by anon

[malakia215]

Breha gives birth to her and Bail's child.

I got a brain worm the other day and it involves Din being from Alderaan. This is the beginning of that.

[girlrandomstuff]

BAIL AND BREHA FLIRTING ARE MY FAVORITE BAIL AND BREHA ORGANA

I'M ALL HERE FOR BAIL AND BREHA BEING THE BEST COUPLE EVER

hi!! a little halloween treat with Breha flavour would be nice but i'm not picky, any other cool girl/woman you have up your sleeve is totally fine. Thank you 😁

This one was fun! I might have channeled a bit of my inner cocktail party rage...

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Breha smiled and fixed her eyes wide open. She tilted her head at the angle that said she was fascinated and visualized in meticulous detail how satisfying it would be to raise her glass of emerald wine and pour it over Senator Efraseth’s head. His elaborate upswept hairstyle would flatten, wet strands dripping down his cheeks, and his bilious yellow overrobe would be stained a much more pleasant shade of teal. Bright green droplets would spatter all over the pristine white tablecloth, pooling in the dainty shells of the seafood appetizers, and Breha would smile and tell him—

Bail cleared his throat with a tiny cough that brought her back to her senses just as the Senator took a breath in his pompous monologue. 

“Your insight is as valuable as your loyalty,” Breha injected into the brief pause before he could start again. “But the Viceroy and I must greet all our guests before dinner is served. Please excuse us, and do enjoy the shellfish.”

She took Bail’s arm and swept away, steering him toward the buffet. “I need an excuse not to talk for five minutes,” she muttered. “If my mouth is full, maybe they’ll leave me alone.”

“Ouch,” he said mildly.

Breha loosened her pincer grip on his forearm. “Sorry, love.”

“Occupational hazard of a political spouse.” He patted her hand and smiled at a passing tech mogul. “I enjoy your moments of sincerity, though I hope you never compliment someone intelligent enough to catch on.”

Breha laughed. “No, I reserve those comments for the people who’ll swallow anything.”

“Like the appetizers? I thought he might polish off that whole tray.”

“I’ve told the serving droids to avoid that corner of the room,” Breha said. “He’ll have to travel farther for them at least.” 

They reached the vast buffet table studded with exotic flower arrangements and loaded with tiered platters of appetizers. She drained the last of her wine and seized a fresh glass from a passing waiter’s tray. Bail passed her a skewered morsel of roast bhillen that she could eat in one bite without risking a mess. While she chewed and swallowed, he looked her over from the crown of her looped braids to the toes of her silver slippers. 

“You need a holiday,” he said bluntly.

“Don’t we all.” Breha lifted her glass and took a long sip. “Now isn’t a good time. Leia has her exams, you’re only on Alderaan for another three weeks, and the Ruling Council’s session is coming up—”

“I meant some time on your own. I’ve borrowed my aunt Basilea’s chalet in the mountains for two days and Winter has cleared your calendar. Anything important has been rescheduled, and if anything urgent comes up, she and I can handle it.”

“What would I even do?” She had no idea how she’d fill the time.  

“Read, knit, go walking on the hill trails.” He shrugged. “Take your little skiff up to the slopes and ski.”

Breha blinked and took in a long breath. The thought of two days and a night with no one chasing after her to sign this or read that or go to a meeting about anything… but it was impossible. 

“Go.” He kissed her forehead. “And you don’t have to take Leia either. She’s going to stay here and study.”

“You're the best man on Alderaan,” she told him. 

“Just on Alderaan?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “I was hoping for the Core, at least.”

“Well, there is Master Kenobi,” she said demurely. “And Master Windu. I suspect both of them might give you some competition, but I didn’t think you’d mind coming second to a Jedi.”

He laughed. “In some things, maybe, but not in my wife’s affections.”

Breha wished she could throw her arms around Bail’s neck, wrap her legs around him, and kiss him until all of their guests were thoroughly appalled. She did lean up to press her lips to his in a lingering but chaste kiss that wouldn’t outrage anyone.

“You are without a doubt the best and only husband for me,” she said. “Now, let’s circulate. We have four more hours of a state dinner to get through before I can take advantage of you.”

His face broke into the slow smile of his that she loved, and he took her hand so that she could lead them through the crowd.

[phosphorescent-naidheachd]

“According to her diplomatic profile, Princess Leia speaks both Huttese and Shyriiwook fluently. Regretfully, and as Your Majesty is keenly aware, the princess is merely proficient in Shyriiwook. This is, naturally, a failure of mine and not the princess, but I worry that such an error might cause her embarrassment. Oh, it is too, too humiliating.”

Breha allowed herself a smile and turned, putting a motherly hand on the droid’s shoulder. “It’s hardly your fault that Leia did not apply herself more rigorously. I wouldn’t worry. I’m struggling to imagine a scenario in which fluent Shyriiwook would benefit her.” The droid’s eyes flickered, brighter, as if in shock. “On this particular mission, of course,” the queen quickly added.

Nodding, CZ-7OB glanced down at its hands. “That is perhaps true, Your Majesty, and a relief to hear, but more alarming still is my discovery that…that…” And here the droid leaned forward, whispering, “I hesitate to even make this accusation, but the princess altered the record herself.”

From behind them came a soft chuckle. “That does sound like our daughter.”

Both Breha and the droid startled in surprise, but it was the queen who gasped and let her royal demeanor slip for a moment. Her husband had returned, worn, perhaps, but as handsome as ever in a well-worn brown cape. She rushed to him, hurling herself gratefully into his open arms. The mountain air of her home was a balm, certainly, but the embrace of her beloved was bliss itself. The war, the Rebellion, their daughter’s absence…All fled from her mind for one single moment.

“So long,” she whispered, pulling back from him and touching his cheek. “So long.”

“And here again,” Bail replied, craning down from his height to kiss her.

“SeeZee,” he said absently, never taking his eyes off Breha’s face, “go now and fix the record, and know that we are all of us grateful for your…particular brand of diligence.”

The droid teetered by them, regarding them with wide, bright eyes as it went. “I only hope my correction does not come too late. It is dreadfully easy to insult a Wookiee.”

— “Eclipse,” by Madeline Roux (2017). In From a Certain Point of View (Star Wars). New York, NY: Del Rey.

[phoenixyfriend]

One of those "Stewjoni are single-sexed and Obi-Wan can carry a child" AUs, but the main plot is Obi-Wan offering to have Bail's child after Breha has a miscarriage and a "stop trying to have a child, you are possibly going to die if you try again" lecture from the doctors.

It's not a surrogacy because [handwave at egg extraction being too invasive for Breha to risk for minimal reason] so it's a little BailObi sexytimes to make the baby happen, and then Obi-Wan just drops in once a year or so to visit his bio kid after they're born. Anakin is like. Fifteen maybe. He's very invested in this whole process after he finds out.

The council waffles a bit over letting Obi-Wan do the thing, but approves it since he has no intention of keeping/raising the child; it's just an overly complicated "egg donor AND surrogate" situation.

[hermitmoss]

“I know who she’s like.”

“Well, she has your stubborness.”

“And all of your defiance, B.”

[id: a digital drawing of bail and breha organa on a blue background, depicted from the chest up. they are both smiling slightly and looking a little cheeky. bail is a brown-skinned man looking at breha, and breha is a brown-skinned woman rolling her eyes. part of breha’s pulmonodes are visible above her white and navy blue dress. both bail and breha have faint lines on their faces, indicating gradually advancing age, although both still have solid black hair. end id]

[firealder2005]

PUTTING THIS OUT THERE BECAUSE IF I CAN'T HAVE DINLUKE THEN HANLEIA MUST WIN

Round 3 - Bracket #2

[hermitmoss]

pretty little head, eliza rickman.

[phoenixyfriend]

I've definitely said this before but one of my big issues with fandom purity culture, specifically with Star Wars, is like...

Buddy this franchise started out with a love triangle that was one part incest and two parts major age difference. Why are you here.

The only ships that are relatively unproblematic are BailBreha, OwenBeru, and Kanera, and even THOSE I can argue as shifty if I really tried.