#bail and breha are the best

[starstwinkleplanetsshine]

Twin Suns

Even though Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa are growing up millions of miles apart, the Force is watching over them as they find themselves in similar dire situations, and gives Beru Whitesun and Breha Organa some help with their two children of the Force.

This is my favorite thing I've ever written--I hope you enjoy!

If you prefer, you can read this on Ao3!

“Luke! Luke!” Aunt Beru’s voice carried on the biting wind into the vast Tatooine desert, and she prayed to all the ancient gods she didn’t believe in that her young nephew would hear her. She feared the swirling sands would cut through her words just as they were cutting into her skin, tearing them to shreds before they could reach the boys’ ears. She had told him he could play outside a while ago, but that was before the winds shifted and the sands started moving in that tell-tale way they only did before a storm. She knew how dangerous the sandstorms could be, but the five year old in her care did not. He had not been weathered by the dust and burned by the suns as she had, his spirit was still as naive and bright as the stars that lit the gentle night sky, lighting their only time of relief from the unforgiving suns. Sand had been woven into her being and etched into her bones, and she could feel its power rising as it threatened to display its dominance. Luke was too young to feel it now, but one day he, too, would learn. But until he did, Beru knew it was up to her to protect him.

Fear was beginning to rise in her as a wall of sand moved steadily toward their farm, little Luke nowhere in sight. She didn't know when her husband, Owen, appeared beside her, scanning the horizon for the boy, but his harsh voice cut through the wind. 

“If he doesn’t come back before the storm hits--”

“--He will, Owen. He has to.” 

“Beru, what if--”

“--Not another word. I won’t even consider it.” 

Luke had been in their care since he was just days old, and although he was not of her blood, Beru loved him as a son. Protected him as her own. And not just because she remembered the broken boy who was his father and the kind woman who was his mother, not just because she wanted to keep her promise and honor their memory. Luke was her baby, he had been since the moment the heartbroken Jedi had placed him in her arms. 

She promised Obi-Wan she would keep him safe, and that was a promise she was not about to break.

She shifted her prayers from the ancient gods of Tatooine to the Force, something she was only recently beginning to believe in, and she called out again. 

“Luke! Luke!” 

“Leia! Leia!” The voice that called out across the forest surrounding the Palace was not the voice of the Queen, but of a worried mother. Breha Organa could see the dark clouds brewing above, could feel the electricity in the air and hear the deafening cracks of thunder. Alderaan was a peaceful planet in every aspect except for its storms. When they struck, they carried all the righteous fury which lived in the hearts of all its citizens, the torrents coming down like the impassioned words that fly from the mouths of their Senators and leaders. Water was the lifeblood of Alderaan, and it could take life just as easily as it gave it. When Breha told the young princess she could play in the vast forest, her favorite place on their planet, she had no idea that within a short time the skies would turn violent and danger would threaten their peaceful paradise. 

“Any sign of her, Dear?” The voice of her husband brought Breha out of her head and paused the worst case scenarios that were running through her mind. All she could do in response was shake her head no. She never had to put on any facades with Bail. She often felt he was the only person she could truly be herself around. Well, him and Leia. 

Leia.

Where could she be? 

“I have guards searching the entire palace and surrounding area for her, the last time someone saw her was about thirty minutes ago in the clearing near the palace doors.” Breha was only half listening to her husband's calm, soothing voice, her eyes still scanning the edge of the trees. Bail had an almost unsettling gift of remaining calm and logical in even the most dire and intense situations, a trait that not only made him a good prince, senator, and leader, but also a trait that made him a good husband and father. Breha was grateful for that gift at this moment. 

“I would have never let her play by herself if I knew a storm would be coming.” Bail placed a loving hand on his wife's shoulder and spoke to her in a low, gentle voice, pretending not to notice the way her hands were shaking and her lip was quivering. 

Breha Organa was not a woman easily shaken. 

“No one knew, Dear. That’s what makes these storms so dangerous. There was no way of knowing, and we always let Leia play freely in this part of the forest. You cannot blame yourself.” Even though Leia was only five, and a Princess, it was common for her to roam around the Palace and a small area of the woods unattended, for someone always had eyes on her. All of the Palace’s inhabitants, and all of Alderaan for that matter, loved her as their own and had gotten used to seeing the small, giddy ball of sunlight bouncing about the castle. The servants liked to joke that you could keep track of where Leia had been by looking at how brightly people were smiling. Alderaan was a perfectly safe place for a young princess to grow up, perfectly safe, that is, except for when storms struck. 

“What if we can't find her, Bail? What are we to do if--” 

“--Breha, Dear, we mustn't even think of that. Someone will find her. We will find her. We still have some time before the storm hits in full, and by then she will be safely in our arms, and we’ll all be snuggled together on the couch watching the lighting dance across the sky as we always do. We will find Leia.” Bail placed a loving kiss on her cheek and took her hand gently, providing stability and safety that gave Breha the peace and security to brave a thousand storms. 

Although, despite her husband's best efforts, Breha’s heart still raced for her daughter. For, since the moment little Leia had been placed into her arms, she was hers. In Leia, Breha saw the strength and the compassion of her birth mother and sensed the fire and power of her birth father. Every morning, Breha sent a silent prayer of gratitude to Padme Amidala and promised her she would keep her daughter safe, love her as her own, and honor her memory in the way she raised Leia. She remembered the young, wise, kind, beautiful woman Padme was and when she looked down into the big brown eyes of her daughter, she saw Naboo staring back at her. All Breha wanted was to protect Leia, the girl she loved as her own, the girl who was her own, and so as the winds picked up and she felt her tears mix with the first drops of rain that fell from the sky, Breha screamed her daughters name into the wind as she searched frantically through the trees. 

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Beru was now running, hoping that her feet could keep her ahead of the wall of sand that was steadily approaching. She had circled their farm twice, no three times, or was it four? Beru didn’t know, she had lost count, the only thing on her mind was finding Luke. He couldn’t have gone far, could he? His little legs could only go so fast, and he knew to never go beyond their property line. Although he was still young, Luke understood the dangers of the sands beyond. Every child on Tatooine did, knowing where it was safe and where it was not was a matter of life or death, and it was taught to them so young it was as if they had been born with the knowledge. Beru pulled her poncho tighter around her and tried in vain to shield her eyes from the sand as she strained to see into the haze, the ground beginning to mix with the sky and make the two indistinguishable. She was speaking out loud now, her voice once again lost in the wind, 

“Please, Luke. Be safe. Come back to me” 

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Breha had been searching for close to an hour when she allowed herself to cry. Her clothes were now soaked to the skin, she refused to even stop for a moment when Bail offered to get her a raincoat, insisting they keep searching. Her husband gently took her hand in his and looked her deep in the eyes, wiping away the tears that were flowing down her cheeks like the raindrops falling from the sky. He didn’t say anything, he had already reassured her with words in every way he could think of, and he knew his wife enough to know what she needed. 

And what she needed right now was to find their daughter. 

And so he let her turn away from him, he watched as she began another lap, running the same course she had for the better part of half an hour. Bail took off in the opposite direction, scanning the trees so intensely he was sure he would have them memorized by the end of the day. The forest that was usually their safe place, a portion of them still technically on royal ground and patrolled by guards, a happy and beautiful retreat from the stress and demand of the palace, now turned into an arena of dread and uncertainty. He whispered a silent prayer to the Force, for although he could not feel it, he knew it was still there, still keeping watch over the galaxy, 

“Please, Leia. Be Safe. Come back to us.” 

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The sands were furious now, whipping through the air and stinging anything unfortunate enough to be without shelter. Ripping through skin, blinding the eyes. A wall of impenetrable haze blocking out the searing light of the suns above. Beru was desperate now, a sinking feeling of helplessness forming in the pit of her stomach, overwhelming her and filling her eyes with tears, tears that turned to mud on her cheeks as they mixed with the sand in the air. The desert was always hungry, biding its time, plotting and waiting until it could devour. Growing up on Tatooine you know this, you know that at any moment the sands could rage or the suns could scorch or any number of dangers could claim you as their own. But Beru had made a promise, a promise to the broken Jedi who showed up on their doorstep with the helpless, beautiful, perfect child in his arms. A promise to the queen and senator who’s smile shone through her son every time he laughed. A promise to her brother-in-law who was lost long ago, but who she still remembered and wondered about. A promise, however faint and far away, to the distant Force. And now, the only thing she could think was that she couldn't keep that promise, that she was breaking it. She had failed. The weight of her guilt and fear sent her to the ground, her knees hitting the hard dirt and her hands going reflexively to cover her face from the barrage of wind and dust that was now beginning to pick up around her. It was over. He was gone. How would she tell Owen? How would she— 

“Aunt Beru?”

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The rain was coming down in sheets now, relentlessly pouring onto the soft earth. Drenching Brehas skin, stinging it, blinding her eyes. She could only see a few feet in front of her as the downpour raged and grew in intensity. The wall of rain blended with the dark gray mass of clouds above, becoming one, blocking out the sun. The only way to tell between the two was when the clouds would split open to allow a searing bolt of electricity through, lightning that could strike anywhere and ignite the forest below. Breha had passed worry, past panic, past desperation, and was now experiencing a fear and pain that she had never known and couldn’t name, as the deepest sense of helplessness she had ever felt began to take root deep within her. She had only felt this way once in her life, and now standing in the downpour she felt like that terrified and dying sixteen year old atop Appenza Peak all over again, her heart failing and her lungs no longer taking in air. Alderaan was a loving planet, generous and quick to give abundantly to its inhabitants. Taking was not in its nature, but there were moments, however rare, when the skies would rage or the seas would churn and everyone would be reminded just how severe their home could be, if it chose to. But Breha had made a promise, a promise to the wise Jedi who had long been a loyal friend to her husband. A promise to her own friend, a fellow queen and trusted ally to Bail in the senate, a role model to even Breha despite the woman being much younger than her. A promise to the fallen Republic itself, to keep the flame of hope alive, no matter how dim the ember may grow. A promise to the thing she knew held the galaxy together, to the Force that she trusted in to this very day. And now, the only thing she could think was that she couldn’t keep that promise, that she was breaking it. She had failed. The weight of her guilt and sorrow sent her to the ground, her knees hitting the damp earth and her hands, in vain, trying to wipe the rain and tears from her eyes. It was over. She was gone. How would she tell Bail? How would she— 

“Mom?”

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The wind was so loud Beru almost missed the small, quivering voice. And if it weren’t for the five-year-old placing his tiny hand on her shoulder, she would've told herself she was imaging it. There was no way this fragile, helpless, gentle boy could’ve found his way to her in the middle of this dust storm. Beru barely even knew which way the farm was at this point, how could he have found her? It seemed impossible, and yet there he was. 

“Luke!” Beru screamed into the wind, but this time with joy and surprise. Her tears fell harder now, but they were no longer tears of fear and pain. They were tears of relief, flowing down her cheeks and she didn’t even think to wipe them away. In a moment the small child was wrapped in his Aunt’s arms, the woman instinctively wrapping her own poncho around his face to shield his eyes from the stinging sands. Scooping Luke up, she began to walk in the direction of her home, at least she thought she was going the right direction. The storm had not hit in full yet, thank the gods, or else the two of them would’ve been as good as dead. She could still see shapes and outlines of her surroundings, and before long she was stumbling against the wind into the safety of their home. 

She set Luke on the kitchen table and cradled his face in her hands, examining the small boy for any injuries. 

“Are you okay? Where were you? How did you find me?” The words poured out of Beru’s mouth as fast as the winds that had just been whipping around them, less asking the questions and more needing some outlet for all of her emotions. To her surprise, the small boy in her arms let out a small laugh, but she could see lines down his cheeks where tears had cut through the dust and told the whole world how scared he was. 

“I was playing over by the canyon, I’m sorry Aunt Beru I know I shouldn't have been that far from home. Then the wind started picking up and the dust started to rise up on the horizon, just like you told me it did before a storm. I got really scared and started to run back home but then a man appeared from beside a rock and told me I wouldn’t make it back in time and that I should hide in a cave for a while.” At this Beru pulled away, confusion clearly written on her face. 

“A man?” She did not like the sound of that. “What did he look like?” Owen had told her that he saw Obi-Wan Kenobi on occasion near the rocks that separated their land from the canyon beyond. And even though Beru didn’t understand why, she knew her husband had told the Jedi to stay away from them. She wondered if now he was the only reason their nephew had survived. 

“He was tall, with long dark hair, and some of it was in a ponytail. He had hair around his mouth, he wore weird robes that I haven’t ever seen before, and he was very nice. I wasn’t scared of him at all!” Beru thought for a moment. The robes sounded like Obi-Wan, but she knew he didn’t have long hair or a ponytail. 

“He told you to hide?” Was all she said. 

“Ya, he pointed to a cave in the rocks that would keep me safe. He told me that you would come looking for me soon, and that he would tell me when you were close enough to run to.” 

“He came into the cave with you?” Beru was getting more and more concerned now, her voice serious. 

“No, he stayed outside. I told him the storm wasn’t safe and that he should come with me, but he just smiled and said he would be okay.” Beru didn’t understand. This didn’t sound like something Obi-Wan would do, he would’ve brought Luke back to the farm, she was sure of it. 

“And then what happened?” 

“I ran to the cave and waited, like he told me to. After a while I thought I heard you calling my name, and then I heard the man’s voice tell me to leave the cave and walk to you, he said that you were close.” 

“So he was in the cave with you?”

“Nope, it was just his voice. His body wasn’t there.” Beru couldn't help but let out a small laugh. 

“Luke, sweetie, that’s not possible.” The five-year-old merely shrugged his tiny shoulders. 

“But that’s what happened, Aunt Beru. And he was right, I walked out of the cave and that's when I saw you kneeling on the ground!” Lukes face shifted slightly, and Beru saw a sadness flash across his eyes that seemed to belong to someone much older, “I’m sorry I scared you, Aunt Beru. I didn’t mean to.” Without thinking, Beru pulled Luke into a tight hug, remembering the feeling of hopelessness that overwhelmed her just minutes before as she stood calling his name into the growing darkness. 

“It’s okay, Luke. It was an accident. What’s important is that you’re safe now. You’re home. Everything’s going to be okay.” 

The two stayed like that for a long while, Beru holding the small boy in her arms, never wanting to let go again, until eventually Luke fell asleep in her arms. She held him for a few more minutes, knowing that these days of childhood would be gone soon, perhaps sooner than they would for any other child. 

Because as much as Beru tried to forget it, Luke was not any other child. He was special, and just when she was beginning to believe that a normal life could be possible for him, the universe reminded her that she held a great responsibility in her hands. That night as she laid the sleeping child in his bed and watched his chest peacefully rise and fall, she whispered a prayer of protection over him. She wasn’t quite sure who it was to, maybe to the ancient gods of Tatooine that she stopped believing in long ago, or maybe to the Force which she could no longer ignore. And as she did, she got this overwhelming feeling in her chest that she was now a part of something much greater, this feeling that there were events that were set into motion long ago that were now intertwined with her destiny. No, intertwined with his destiny. The small, sleeping boy in front of her. He would not stay a boy forever, and she could not shake the feeling that someone out there, something, had great plans for him. Looking at the small, sleeping boy in front of her, she felt a hope, a new hope, rise in her chest that she couldn’t quite explain or understand. 

But until the day where his future called upon him, she would hold Luke close, she would keep him safe, so that whatever his destiny was, whatever was waiting for him, he would be ready. 

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The rain was so loud, Breha almost missed the small, quivering voice. And if it wasn’t for the five-year-old placing a tiny hand on her shoulder, she would’ve told herself she was imagining it. Breha had told herself her little girl was gone, that she wouldn’t find her in time. That maybe in the morning, when the storm had passed, the Force and the gods of Alderaan would be kind enough to return her child to her, however dazed and damaged she would be by then. Leia finding her, now, in the middle of the wind and rain and thunder and electricity seemed impossible, and yet there she was. 

“Leia!” Breha yelled her daughter's name into the howling wind, not in fear and desperation this time, but in surprise and relief. In an instant she wrapped her arms around the small girl, holding her tighter than she ever had before. In moments, the queen had wrapped her own rain poncho around the soaked and shivering girl who was clinging to her mother with everything she had. For a long while neither of them spoke, they just held one another and let their tears fall, mingling with the rain, before one of the royal guards stumbled upon their reunion and guided them back to the forest entrance of the palace. Bail was already waiting for them, pacing nervously and wringing his hands, when they entered the warm safety of their home. The senator let out a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a sob, overcome by the sight of his wife and daughter safe at last, and was by their side in a second. 

“My girls, you’re home, you’re safe at last” was all he said as he wrapped his arms around them, sinking to the floor in a protective hug. 

“Are you okay? Where were you? How did you find me?” Breha’s words came tumbling out of her mouth as soon as all of their tears had slowed and they had stood up from their hug. 

“I was playing in the forest very far from the doors, I’m sorry Mommy I shouldn't have been so far away. Then the wind started picking up and the thunder got louder and louder and the air got prickly like you said it did before a storm hit. I got really scared and was about to run back home when I heard a voice telling me to wait and hide.” Bail and Breha shared a look of confusion and concern before kneeling down to their daughter. 

“You heard a voice?” Breha asked gently. 

The small girl nodded. “But not out loud, it was in my head.” 

“You heard a voice in your head? And it told you to hide?” It was Bail’s turn to ask. 

Leia nodded again, her face very serious. “I found a tree that had big roots that I could hide under. As soon as I was hiding, I saw lightning really close to where I was. I got scared again, but the voice told me that everything would be okay. It told me that you were looking for me, and I felt better.” There was silence again as Bail and Breha shared another look, a knowing look, one that said they both knew what the other was thinking, but neither one of them wanted to say it out loud. 

“What did the voice sound like, sweetheart?” Bail’s tone was soft and kind, wanting to understand his daughter. 

“It was an old man’s voice, and I don’t know who it was. And he talked really funny, all backwards. But he sounded nice, and I don’t know why, but I trusted him. When I heard it, I felt safe.” At those words, tears rushed into Breha’s eyes once more and Bail nodded slowly, seeming to understand. Neither of them asked anymore questions about the voice. The three were silent for a few moments, before the Princess broke the silence, “I’m sorry Mommy. I’m sorry Daddy. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Tears began to brim in her eyes again, and she looked down to her soaked shoes. 

“It’s okay, Leia. What’s important is that you’re safe now. You’re home. Everything’s going to be okay.” Breha wrapped her daughter in her arms as she said those words, but she kept her eyes locked on her husbands. There was a look in his eye that she couldn’t quite place, but she knew he was trying to make sense of what their daughter said, trying to work through all of the emotions and thoughts, just as she was. The Queen and the Senator walked side by side, Breha carrying their daughter to her room, where they read to her and sang with her until she fell asleep. But after turning out the light and walking towards the door, Breha lingered for a moment, and as she felt her husband's hand on her shoulder, she knew Bail was doing the same. She stood in the doorway to the lavish bedroom, filled with all the comforts owed to a princess, and she watched the sleeping girl. She knew as soon as she left this room, her and Bail would have a long talk about the child in their care. A long talk about her past, about her future, about their role in both of those things. A long talk about the galaxy, about The Force. So she lingered, living in this moment where there was nothing but herself, her husband, and their daughter sleeping peacefully in their home. She lingered, knowing that soon these days of childhood would be gone, perhaps sooner than they would for any other child. 

Because as much as Breha tried to forget it, Leia was not any other child. And not just because she was a princess of Alderaan. No, Leia was special, and just when she was beginning to believe that a normal royal life could be possible for her, the universe reminded her that she held a great responsibility in her hands. She thought of the world Leia was born into, one of tradition and politics and power. She thought of the gift and curse she inherited from her birth parents that the small girl didn’t even know about, and perhaps would never know about. She thought about the Empire that grew stronger every day, squeezing and constricting those they ruled over like a snake slowly killing its prey, biding its time until it could devour. Breha wondered what kind of future Leia would have, and her heart broke for her. She knew more than most that the life of a Queen was both a privilege and a burden, a great joy and a great weight that one had to carry alone. 

Well, maybe not alone. 

Breha looked at the peaceful, sleeping child in front of her and she got an overwhelming feeling in her chest that she was a part of something much greater, a feeling that there were events which were set into motion long ago that were intertwined with her destiny. No, intertwined with her destiny. The small, sleeping girl in front of her. She would not stay a child forever, and she could not shake the feeling that someone out there, something, had great plans for Leia. Looking at the small princess in front of her, Breha felt a hope, a new hope, rise in her chest that she was only beginning to understand.

But until the day where Leia’s future called upon her, Breha would hold her close, she would keep her safe, so that whatever her destiny was, whatever was waiting for her, she would be ready. 

[girlrandomstuff]

No I don't think a lot of people understand when I say Bail and Breha Organa are criminaly underrated.

This two knew the freaking most important and dangerous secrets in the entire galaxy. They BOTH knew about the rebelion, knew about important imperial figures that supported the rebelion in secret, they knew about the Alliance plans and next steps, they were SO DEEP into it. And they BOTH knew about Vader, they knew that he was once Anakin Skywalker, that he had a relationship with Padme and had two children together, they knew what happen on Mustafar, they knew the location of the other twin, they knew about Palpatine being a Sith, and they hide Leia from Palpatine and Vader for 20 freaking years, and they did it like it was nothing, like it was another family thing.

[jedi-enthusiast]

For the choose violence thing: 19 please!

Choose Violence Ask Game

19 - Best canon example of good parenting in Star Wars?

Bail and Breha raising Leia, hands down.

[mmelolabelle]

Sometimes I think about how deeply loved and wanted Luke and Leia ultimately were by all of their parents; Anakin, Padme, Breha, Bail, Beru and Owen and I just want to throw myself into the sun.

In some form or another each of them risked their lives for those children at some point. They didn’t have to. Anakin and Padme didn’t have to keep the pregnancy. Bail and Breha and Beru and Owen didn’t have to take them in. Obi-Wan didn’t have to dedicate the rest of his life to keep them safe. Every single one of them either the last thing they did, the last thing they thought about, or the last thing the saw was Luke and/or Leia.

So much of the Skywalker twins lives sucked but they were so, so loved by all their parents and I just 🥲🥲🥲

[bolithesenate]

ooo ask game ask game 🍄

oooo headcanon for fave ship/pairing

i know that you're hoping for Mines conzent, but small confession: the Mine ships aren't technically my fave.

they are very dear to my heart and soul and will forever be my blorbos, but the title of favorite ship belongs to Bail/Breha (/whoever they manage to drag into their beds now. open marriages for the win)

as for a headcanon for them:

honestly, they just are the most superior couple in all of star wars. no one in the galaxy has a healthier love life than them.

also, Breha is aro.

[marinamar4]

I know this fic isn't complete and probably never will be, but it's one of the best time travel stories I've ever read. Not just Star Wars but any Fandom. And I'm not saying it's the best just because it's not complete. I love how the author develops the story, the characters, their feelings and relationships and backstories. Although at times it is quite heavy and gives a lot of information, it is impressive.

Furthermore, it is part of a series that has other stories, one from different points of view, and another that I like almost more than the original because it is not only Leia traveling to the past, but also Luke and Han and Chewie, and Vader knows about Luke pretty fast

Original

What if

Gift fic (one shot)

[samaspic31]

T4t bi4bi breha/bail. I'm correct

[voidartisan]

Some Force Afterlife interactions I would pay to see:

Han Solo and Bail Organa

Owen and Beru Lars and Bail and Breha Organa

Padme Amidala and Owen and Beru Lars

Han Solo and Obi-Wan Kenobi

Beru Lars and Satine Kryze (just think about it for a minute)

Leia and Luke and Satine

Leia and Luke and Obi-Wan

Luke Skywalker and Bail Organa

Leia Organa and Beru Lars

Leia and Luke and Schmi Skywalker

Han Solo and Yoda

Han Solo and Mace Windu

Han Solo and literally the entire Jedi order. I want to put him in a room with as many force users as possible and watch what happens.

[panickedscribbles]

You know what the funniest job in Star Wars would be? Senator, during the 20 year gap between ROTS and ANH.

Palpatine is the only one with any real power and you're basically just kept around as set dressing. The Emperor shows up once a week to make a villainous monologue and then leaves to go actually run the empire. Darth Vader shows up every couple of months to spend an afternoon breathing ominously at all of you before going back to killing people and crying about his wife. But apart from that? Nothing happens.

The stuff you'd do to not lose your mind from boredom, it'd end up as a nonstop improv routine. "Whose Line Is It Anyway" Senate edition, where the laws are made up and the decisions don't matter. You'd be making flimsi airplanes and throwing them at each other, using the giant holoprojectors to have movie nights, trying to do entire speeches in a Darth Vader voice. It would be great! And then Palpatine would dissolve the senate and probably kill you, but still. Good times while they lasted.

[thenegoteator]

Mace and/or Bail Organa for the bingo please! (if you haven't done them already)

Mace:

he's both deeper in the sense that I wanted to see more of him and I think there's a lot going on with him, and less deep in the sense that all of this fanon "he secretly hates Anakin and is secretly always violently angry and negative and hates everything" is nonsense imo. a lot of the fanon reads like a completely different character to me and it's exhausting. anyway Mace did nothing wrong <3

Bail:

very similar to how I feel about Mace except I think "spent a month making an animatic about this character" definitely qualifies as being mentally ill about him sfkdksfdsjfs. He is hands down hands up hands anywhere the best dad in star wars and that is a hill I put my flag on

[sith-as-heck]

The Aleeka twins are funny because, imagine your Bail Organa and your friend and you are trying to form a anti-goverment group, its all super secret and super dangerous, and your friend goes ‘Hey I have people who want to meet you’ and you go with it.

Then these two women turn up, one clad in Mandolorian Armour that for some reason, Has horns, and your pretty sure you saw the same design during the seige of Mandolore during the clone wars and the other one is wearing flowy clothes that reminds you of the Jedi.

And they sit with you over tea and speak, the soft spoken one lets slip that they’re Father was not only a ex-sith lord (who killed your other friends Father figure) But also the leader of a galaxy wide crime syndicite. 

And you think, hey never looked a gifted bantha in the mouth, if they want to help, then can.

And then you die and from the afterlife have to watch your daughter marry the scariest one and there’s absulutely nothing you can do.

[girlrandomstuff]

hey i'm 100% sure bail organa would jump out of the last floor of aldera's palace seeing his princess daughter kissing a scoundrel like han solo but i'm also 100% sure he would've loved han instantly after seeing han kissing, smiling, listening and protecting his baby girl like this, bail organa loves his daughter and cares more about his daughter's happiness and well being more than he could desaprove han solo

he would also laught his lungs out at watching han flip leia like she's a feather

[elisbookworld]

Bail Organa is actually the greenest flag in all of Star Wars. He believes in the Republic and after it fell he founded a rebellion. He's married and took he wifes last name. He raised the daughter of his best friend as his own. On that note, his best friend is a woman in politics. He supported the Jedi during the Republic and the Empire. He probably wears Sweaters Breha bought him to Senate Meetings. I love him sm.

[frodo-of-the-nine-fingers]

it's actually really awful how few Obi-Wan/Bail Organa fics there are

[seven-oomen]

Honestly I really love how the clone wars fanfom just has all these intricate headcanons and fanon lore that has very little to none basis in canon. I love that shit. It's difficult to navigate at first but once you get into it it's so much fun.

What can I say? I'm a clown, I fit right into the circus.

Gimme blyla where bly is head over heels with his general but so bad at hiding it.

Gimme codywan who are the total opposite where obi-wan has the obvious crush but only when you catch his glances.

Gimme silver fox Fox who falls for Bail & Breha Organa. (I know Quinlan is most popular but I personally like the Organas better. My man needs stable people. )

Also Fox gets to shoot Palpatine, as a treat.

Gimme the wolf pack and dad Plo. And mom Shaak Ti with her cadets.

(And a few of my own headcanons)

Gimme the 501st and 212th who just adopt Ahsoka (and Cal) as their little siblings. (Cody adopts Cal as his own kid. He saw 9 year old Cal, impossibly small, and just adopted him on the spot.,)

Gimme a running joke among clones that the best place to look for missing padawan commanders is the vents.

Gimme badass Naboo handmaidens who absolutely kick ass and defend the padawans, Jedi, clones, and Senators Amidala and Organa with absolute ferocity.

Gimme Rex who falls for one of the handmaidens (Dormé) after seeing her decapitate multiple droids to protect Cal and Ahsoka.

Gimme a world where the clones gain freedom and get to live with the people they love.

[h4lftruths4ndhyperb0le]

Leia following Padmé’s path in life and becoming a politician at a young age, and then eventually a Senator, a leader the people can trust, who pushes for what is in their best interest

Luke becoming a jedi, like Anakin before him, but learning their ways later in life than was typical, growing from that rocky start into the stuff of legend

Leia as the best parts of Anakin, fiery and ready to fight, a leader of an army fighting against injustice in the galaxy, confident in her own abilities

Luke as the best parts of Padmé, dedicated to making the galaxy somewhere where people can have hope, refusing to believe that the good in someone can just be gone, steadfastness in his beliefs

Leia having a big heart and steel in her spine and a commitment to the rebellion she got from Bail and Breha Organa, who she watches be annihilated along with the rest of her people (the way Padmé saw her planet get invaded when she was just a child, only Leia is unable to stop it from happening)

Luke valuing all people and entering the rebellion with hope and more than a little naïveté, developed from living with Owen and Beru Lars, who he returns home to find the bodies of (the way Anakin found Shmi, only Luke cannot get revenge in the moment, and so it simmers in him until it is transformed, slightly, from vengeance to a need for justice)

Luke and Leia as amalgamations of their parents—the ones who raised them and the ones who didn’t—fated to live in the echoes of their family history but not bound to repeat it.

Luke and Leia bringing hope to the galaxy which is so much like the hope Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala brought, and yet simultaneously so different from it.