#bealil

[princington]

Am I the one or just a fill in for another soul?

[itsknave]

lilith (feat. bealil) — [ the line by twenty one pilots ]

link to the edit on tiktok

[birgittesilverbae]

There's a holy war coming. I really hope we end up on the same side.

> for @princington

[explosionshark]

Oh also, Bea/Lilith?

Ship It - YEAAAHHHHH. Though I'm one of few, it seems 😔

What made you ship it?

Okay there's an extremely specific answer to this which is that one day @nataliving messaged me with a gifsets like "hear me out" and went on to talk about their similar backgrounds and their history in the OCS and their shared status as veteran OCS members who had really different reputations and basically sold me in one conversation lmao. And then we started planning a really elaborate fic that became a Bea/Ava/Lilith situation and it still haunts me but it wasn't ever finished.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

WELL!!!! My #1 Warrior Nun OTP is Lilith/Suffering In A Hot Way and it doesn't get much hotter than years of stifled longing. But seriously - I like to think of this ship as an precursor to or part of a polyship with Ava (bc I could never let her get dumped). But with or without that, the things that make Bea/Lilith so compelling to me are mostly based in their history

They likely have similar backgrounds. Wealthy, controlling families with high standards, probably very withholding parents that put pressure on them. How similar upbringings shaped them into such different people is so compelling to me. They're like two sides of the same coin. Lilith became driven in a haughty, ruthless way. She's awkward and jealous and fiercely competitive so she has a tendency to push people away. Bea, on the other hand, is equally driven and competent but she's softer, she's a better natural leader. People like Bea. I think Lilith is no exception to that - at least until Shannon got the Halo and Lilith became extremely bitter and pushed everyone away

So like the arc there of having been close at one point, and then at odds, then the complicating factors in the show to somehow coming back together is really compelling. Especially post-s2. Lilith was there in some of the most painful parts of Bea's life. When Bea is dealing with all of the fallout from the S2 finale on her own imagine an equally lonely and out of place Lilith just like. Inserting herself back in Bea's life. All that longing and repression flaring back up in a really complicated, fraught, messy, tender way. Oh man. Oh jeez

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I mean probably shipping them at all is unpopular lmao tbh

[alms4oblivion]

i am also curious about AvaBeaLil Outline and intrigued by Saved in Phone Fic…???

I can't remember how AvaBeaLil Outline came about exactly, but it's the product of me wanting for a while to do a few different things I didn't have good ideas for (AvaBeaLil, secret dating, and fake dating) and realizing that they worked perfectly if I put them all together. Actress Ava and actress Lilith are romantic leads on a show for director/showrunner Bea. Lilith and Beatrice have been best friends forever and secretly in love but set it to the side because they both assumed it was unrequited. Ava and Beatrice grow closer during shooting and finally get together right after shooting wraps. Ava thinks Lilith hates her, Lilith thought Ava was cute at first but is incredibly jealous of her relationship with Bea and thinks she's unprofessional, but they both decide the best thing for the show, and Beatrice's career, is if they fake date and do a ton of fan service stuff (which means Avatrice stays secret). Everyone's jealous of everyone else, everyone's horny for everyone else, everyone either has or ultimately develops very deep feelings for everyone else. It's gonna be a blast.

Saved in Phone Fic is Ava leaves her phone at a coffee shop, someone calls Bea because Ava has her listed as “😍 BaBea 😍 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩” .

“Do you think Ava and I are dating?” “WHAT?!?”  Camila’s shout drew the attention of the other patrons seated outdoors at their favorite breakfast spot, more than Lilith’s coughing fit at any rate. Beatrice continued.  “I got a call on my way here from Ava’s phone.  She apparently left it at the coffee shop on the way to work.  The barista thought I was Ava’s girlfriend because she had me listed in her phone as…”  Beatrice inhaled deeply to steel herself.  “...BaBea, as in B-A-B-E-A, with heart eyed emojis on either side of the name and three emoji of two women kissing.  And I think she said a melting emoji, and then some crying emoji as well?”

This is very important to determine, because Beatrice can do new things if they're actually dating and she just didn't realize it. I feel like this was inspired by a Tumblr post or a Bluesky post, but I forgot to copy the link. Just a fun one-shot someday.

[the-darkness-does-not-bargain]

The girls are fightinnggggggg! But I'm sure they'll work it out...

Courtesy of the astonishingly talented @princington for my SCP au fic, Lazarus Woke With A Kiss. Please support them!

[daisychainsandbowties]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 5/10 [46k] Rating: M the star wars au 💕

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There, on occasion, something soft and very beautiful would come to visit her. It was simple and sweet and mildly forbidden, but not love. So she always told herself. Not love because that would have to be the end of it.

She dressed it in different names. It was comfort – a pretty face she can’t call out of memory now, showing mostly the slant of its jaw as the girl it belonged to stared out the open window. Sunset over Coruscant and their hands entwined on top of the sheets, Beatrice’s mouth sore from kissing and her hands aching to do more than form a counter-shape to jawline.

They’d talked about it then – Force-bonds and two souls tangled together in a way that defied language. “Wouldn’t that be nice?” Brown eyes glancing over at her, chasing Beatrice’s away from their quiet observation, “To be so close to somebody you could feel them clear across the galaxy?”

Her hand was bigger, between them, and Beatrice played with a set of slender fingers tucked inside her own as she turned the question over and over in her head. “I don’t know,” she decided eventually. “What if they got hurt? Wouldn’t you feel that too?”

“Wouldn’t you want to feel it, if you really loved them?”

Beatrice hadn’t thought that was the point of a Force bond, but she didn’t say it. “I suppose it would be useful to know if your ally was hurt or captured or-”

“Ally?” Her words, echoed in the parting of a mouth Beatrice was becoming too familiar with. She remembers looking away from it, out the window, and then back after a while. Fingertips scrubbing lightly at the inside of her wrist, the way she liked it. “What other word should I use?”

She’d been a coward, not darling to look away from their entangled hands until they were untangling, the girl next to her squirming out of bed. Standing, turned away so that Beatrice could once again see the strange constellation of scars that peeked up from the back of her shirt. Springing like starbursts up to the tip of her spine.

“Is that really what you want, Beatrice?”

Behind her, at her, Beatrice had frowned in response. She could see the real question hiding behind those words, but what was she supposed to say? This was the cost of holding a lightsaber.

“I want to be a Jedi.”

A low noise, like a hum with something breaking underneath it. A face turning back, the over-shoulder glance she always stole when she rushed into the classroom ahead of Beatrice. “Yeah. Me too.”

That night, Beatrice left the Temple for the last time, and when she arrived in the hanger bay there was no shape hiding in among the starships this time to see her off.

She’d searched, her duffel hanging off one shoulder, pressing into a bruise high on her arm made in the shape of teeth, but there were only droids moving back and forth with fuel lines and new screws and a certain anxious air haloed around their dull metal bodies. Beatrice had asked the other padawans about sensing droids like this, but apparently it didn’t happen and it wasn’t real, so she kept quiet.

Her Master had limped into the hanger with a look almost identical to Beatrice’s and swept her up with a wave of her arm. “Let’s get out of here kiddo. I think we’ve done enough damage for one rotation.”

“Master?”

“Don’t worry about it. Did you pack your books this time?”

Beatrice touched the blocky shapes through the fabric of her duffel, “Yes Master, but wh-”

“Just a feeling, kiddo. Probably nothing.” They walked toward their ship, Beatrice squinting at the back of her Master’s head. Her braids looked a little more unkempt than usual, like someone had tangled a hand in them once, or twice, or many more times than that.

She reached the ship and put her hand against the paintjob – dark skin on polished durasteel – “You learn, as you get older, that some people won’t betray themselves, or what they think they are, no matter how hard you try to convince them.” 

“Yes Master.”

Beatrice followed her into the ship, putting her bag in its secure locker and trudging up into the cockpit. She didn’t exactly slump into her co-pilot’s seat, but her Master wasn’t a Jedi for nothing.

“Something wrong?”

Beatrice turned her chair around and pressed a few buttons to test the flight stabilisers, the manoeuvring thrusters. She tapped the fuel gauge, sighed, and shook her head. “Nothing important. It looks like they fixed the rear nitrogen jets this time, Master.”

A pause. “Looks like it.”

And then the hum of the engines, Beatrice settling back into her seat and sweeping her eyes over the hanger bay once last time, checking for stray PIT droids left idle on the launchpad. As she cut from the polished floor up toward the decommissioned ships propped on struts along the walls, her eye caught a flash of sun-kissed brown.

Blinking, just in case, she looked again. Scanning between Lambda-class shuttles folded up into skinny triangles and a T-6 propped a bit lopsidedly with its big fin-shaped body resting on a strut above, to an ETA-2 ACTIS with red and yellow racing stripes.

Beatrice has heard about this particular ship at length, lying on her bed with an astonishing weight resting on her hips – so casual, so breath-taking – listening with her eyes closed to how the ACTIS can reach a top speed of 1,500 kilometres in atmosphere and how its seats are soft leather and how this one, specifically, is fresh off the assembly line and just begging to be assigned to the most gifted pilot on Coruscant.

“That’s me, Bea, in case you need reminding.”

Beatrice did not need reminding. She’d seen this girl fly.

There she was, tucked under one of the raised-up radiator panels that sat on the outermost edge of each wing, her hand pressed to one of the panels and the other resting down by her leg as she crouched, grinning. Beatrice stared at her and thought of the colour yellow and of the feeling deep in the pit of her stomach that they were leaving this time.

She felt like putting that feeling to language would be like putting it up to a flame.

Around her, the starship hummed to life and Beatrice pressed what she needed to press, functioning on autopilot without looking away from the girl crouched on the shiny wing of the ACTIS fighter. Maybe they would give it to her after all, when the war was over and such things were mostly artefacts and mere modes of conveyance.

As the ship lifted away, she watched as the girl, still above her with the decommissioned or not-yet-assigned starships, raised a hand.

She waved, and Beatrice thought again of Force-bonds and what it would be like to feel that hand from lightyears away.

With all her thinking, she forgot to wave back.

And then they were gone, gathering speed to escape from Coruscant’s gravity, the ship getting darker as they turned from the starward side of Coruscant, to wherever it was Jedi were needed.

That night, the Temple fell.

[imnotevencatholic]

how do you pronounce BeaLil?

Bee-lil

Be-uh-lil

Voting ended onJun 10, 2025

Bee-lil, because Bea is said bee.

Be-uh-lil, because Beatrice is said bee-uh-tris