i'm stopping with the usual "prompt/scene/etc" considering now mostly i just write drabbles without...a prompt.

not a hostile condition

padmé gives one last gift to her children

Anakin, she thinks. Anakin Anakin Anakin.

But no—Obi-Wan hovers above her, mouth drawn tight, and eyes unbearably sad. He holds her hand, and she would hold back, but the damage done to her takes her strength away, and the baby the baby the baby, he needs to live, for her, for Anakin.

(anakinanakinanakin)

But the baby is neither he nor she—rather both both they were both right boy and girl.

Reaches for Luke, gives him her love, can't for Leia, but tries to give her her strength anyways.

Obi-Wan's calling for her to stay, but her body's too damaged, and the edges of her vision start to cloud, the last pieces of her world crumbling to dust.

But her words aren't gone yet, and she gives the last gift she has—for her babies, for Obi-Wan (for Anakin): hope.

They have to know. For everyone's sake, they have to know.