dorothy1901 asked for Harry/Ginny, post-DH, remembering Snape.
Mum's Privilege, Harry/Ginny, ~130 words. As G as they come.
"Gwenog's nice," Harry said, trying to put just the right touch of hopefulness in it but sounding more desperate. "How about Gwenog?"
"No," said Ginny, with the same finality she was always able to achieve during these arguments. "Ariana. My womb, my daughter, my decision."
Harry moaned in defeat. "But you keep naming the children after dead people! Isn't it a little creepy? Don't you think your parents or grandparents would like a little tribute as well?"
"They're all alive. It's less confusion if you pick names of those who have passed on."
"What's her middle name going to be, then? Kendra? Nymphadora?"
"Not on your life."
"Oh, thank God for that."
Ginny dimpled innocently. "Eileen."
"Arrgh!" Harry threw up his hands and went to stencil the new name on the crib.
And neotoma wanted some Star Wars Gen with the prompt "Luke's Worst Trait."
Even Jedi Start As Babies, Star Wars Gen, ~160 words, also fiercely G.
At two days old, it's hard for either twin to have traits at all. Both are quiet babies, as if they understand that they must remain hidden, not call too much attention to themselves.
When Organa goes to remove the girl infant from the dual crib for the last time, he nevertheless finds a conundrum.
"I'm not sure I can separate them," he says.
"Live apart they must," affirms Master Yoda. "For safety's sake. Assure their protection otherwise we cannot."
"No, I mean, I'm not sure I can get them apart. Look." He points.
Master Yoda looks into the crib, and a chuckle comes from the old Jedi for the first time in days.
"Break him of that habit his uncle and aunt will. Take Leia with you."
He offers up no Jedi magic, so Organa simply inserts his fingers into baby Luke's mouth and unlatches him from his twin sister's toes with a pop. Luke sniffles, but finds his own toes to suck instead before long.