nook with a view

Good thoughts: Victor and Yuuri reading together.
- Victor’s apartment has an excellent reading nook, a cozy corner with lots of soft pillows and a nice window view, just enough room for them both to curl up together
- They both enjoy reading, especially if it’s a quiet evening and it’s raining with a gentle thunder in the distance and it feels so nice and safe to stay in
- They’ll make a hot drink (tea, coffee, sometimes hot chocolate depending on their mood), maybe some snacks to go with it too
- There’s a library down the street that they frequent, but Victor owns a number of books already and Yuuri brought several of his favorites when he moved in
- They have pretty varied taste, but they both love a good story.
- Usually they’re quiet while they read, but sometimes Victor is reading nonfiction and has to stop for a moment to share an interesting fun fact with Yuuri
- Sometimes Yuuri will read something funny and stifle a laugh behind his hand, trying not to disturb Victor. Victor tells him there’s no need to hold it in, Yuuri’s laugh is one of his favorite sounds
- Yuuri has his head resting on Victor’s lap while he reads, when something wet drips onto him. There are tears pouring down Victor’s face; his favorite character just died tragically. They take a break from reading so Yuuri can console his heartbroken husband.
- Sometimes they’ll read the same book and have a lot of fun discussing it together. Yuuri is always careful to make sure Victor doesn’t read too far ahead of him, as Victor has an unfortunate habit of spoiling things. He doesn’t mean to, he just gets excited when talking about a great book and whoops, he just let a major plot twist slip out.
- Just Victor and Yuuri, enjoying great stories and quiet peaceful evenings together!

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This is a direct sequel to Zip-Line from June.  It includes a little emotional hurt (because Gabriel is a jerk) but it doesn’t fall into angst.

Now with art by SketchyPam!


Marinette noticed that Adrien seemed a bit out of sorts when he first entered the classroom after lunch.  He was wearing the model smile, which she’d long ago learned meant he was hiding how he really felt.  She wasn’t sure if it was because he didn’t want to be a bother to his friends, or if it was his father’s social conditioning about the Agreste family image.  She suspected it was a little of both.  He was genuinely so resilient, and their deeper friendship was still new enough she’d been hesitant to pursue an answer.

He made a brief detour to Ms. Bustier’s desk, so she took the opportunity to look at Nino.  He was frowning slightly at his best friend’s back, as he bent to speak to the teacher.  Alya leaned forward and tapped Nino’s shoulder, and he briefly met Marinette’s eyes as his gaze turned to his girlfriend.  He shook his head and shrugged, indicating whatever was wrong was new enough he wasn’t in on the details.

Adrien’s, “good afternoon,” was quieter than usual, as he reached his seat and gracefully tossed himself into the chair.

Nino leaned in, one hand on his beast friend shoulder to murmur something.

Adrien let out a sigh and shook his head.  "I’m okay, I promise.“  His reply was barely audible and struck Marinette as an utter lie.

As the afternoon passed, Adrien’s mood didn’t lift.  He appeared to be attentive in class, but Marinette could see that his notes were much sketchier than usual.  She missed his light energy and the quick smile that had earned him the nickname Sunshine Boy.  For their last subject of the day, they were given the class period to continue researching independent projects that were due early the following week.  Adrien had gone to the library with a pathetic wave to his friends as he left.

"He didn’t want me to come with,” Nino muttered to Alya.  "Do you think I should go anyway?“  His expression was tight and concerned.

"Could you tell if he was just being polite, or did he really need space?” Alya asked, leaning forward on her desk.

Nino let out a helpless shrug.  "He’s so hard to read when he gets like this.“

Chloe suddenly appeared on the stairs beside Adrien’s empty seat.  "Marinette will go,” she said firmly.  "If anyone can fix it, she can.“  She gathered up Marinette’s belongings and tucked them into her messenger bag, oblivious or unperturbed by the stares of Alya and Nino.

"Never thought I’d be saying this,” Alya said, her face uncertain.  "But I agree with Chloe.“

"Chop, chop, Marinette,” Chloe said briskly.  "None of us want an akumatized Adrien.“

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How Far I’ll Go

A/N: Thanks to @memento-scribet and @uncpanda for encouraging me to go rogue and write this one despite having other fics to write. I’m glad I did! 

Prompt: This one’s shamelessly based on ‘How Far I’ll Go’ and ‘Where You Are’ from Moana. The reader is Bruce’s half-Atlantean daughter who he keeps away from the ocean. The ocean has always called to her and she had no idea why until her father finally comes clean as to who she is. 

“I thought I’d find you up here.” Dick said startling. You let out a shriek and almost fell out of the tree branch you were sitting perched on but Dick reached out and stabilized you.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that asshole!” You cried punching your brother square in the chest. He flinched and rubbed the sore spot that you had just created.

Ow! It’s not my fault you were too in your own little world to hear me coming. I was calling your name for like five minutes before I spotted you.” He replied defensively. “What are you even doing up here anyway?” He asked.

“Just thinking.” You sighed and turned your gaze back out to what had your mind preoccupied. From high up in this tree you had the perfect little nook that gave you a clear view of Gotham City and the rivers surrounding the island that flowed into the wide blue ocean that expanded beyond the bay. You often stared at the sun’s blinding glint across the water’s surface and wondered what lay below it’s depths.  The line where the sky met the sea seemed to call out to you but you never knew how you could answer that call. You were absolutely mesmerized by the ocean but it was the one place that alway seemed to be kept just outside of your reach.

“Earth to [Y/N].” Dick called waving his hand in front of your eyes. “You disappeared again.”

“Sorry.” You mumbled.

“Well anyway, Dad wants to talk to you. You should probably go inside.” Dick said before climbing down the tree. He stopped at the base of the tree and looked back up to you. “Are you coming?” He called up. You took one last glance towards the sparkling sea before descending from the tree.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get your panties in a wad.”


“You wanted to see me Dad?” You asked, peeking your head into the study where he was working on some paperwork. Your dad glanced up and smiled proudly at you. He set his paperwork down and rounds the desk before putting his hands firmly on your shoulders and gazing directly in your eyes.

“[Y/N], you are my daughter and I would stop at nothing to keep you safe but I think it’s time you knew the truth about our family.” He said leading you towards the tall grandfather clock.

You’re heart sped up, absolutely sure that this would be the moment that your father finally opened up and talked about your mother. For as long as you could remember he would always avoid talking about her and when you asked he quickly changed the subject. You loved your father but you had an undeniable desire to know about the missing half of you.

Your father reached out and opened up glass protecting the clock face and moved the hands of the clock to a specific time. The old clock rung once before it swung open to reveal a dark passageway.

This was not what you were expecting.

Your father motioned for you to follow him down the passage and you apprehensively stepped into the dark corridor. When you reached the end of the corridor it opened up into a large cavern that was covered with platforms that held everything above the water below. You took in your surroundings noticing everything from the supercomputer to the cars and the giant T-Rex. In the corner you saw a row of display cases that held costumes that were emblazoned with a familiar bat insignia that often lit up the night sky above Gotham without fail each night. Your father is …

“Batman.” You whispered. “You’re Batman.” You stated. Your father nodded once and placed his hand on your shoulder.

“I should have told you sooner, I know. I wanted to keep you out of this world for as long as possible but I think it’s time you are allowed to make your own choices.” He said. “You and your siblings are Gotham’s future, [Y/N]. Your brothers have chosen to walk this path with me and if you decide that this is what you want I will gladly teach you everything I know.”

“You mean I would become …?” You trailed off not really sure what this meant for your future and what your father was offering.

“What you become is up to you. I won’t be around forever, I am just giving you the foundation to become the hero that this world will one day need.” Your father explained. Your heart swelled at the honor that was being shown to you. It was clear now that this was a rite of passage for your family, a rite that all your brothers had gone through. A swell of pride filled your chest to be trusted with the family’s greatest secret.

“I won’t let you down, Dad.” You promised.

“I know you won’t.”

Did she say yes yet?” You heard a voice whisper from a nearby corner.

I can’t hear if you keep talking dumbass.” Another voice retorted.  

Oh my god guys! Shut up! You’re going to get us caught.

“-Tt- Amateurs.” Damian sneered at the corner where your brothers were clearly hiding.

Your training started almost immediately after being brought into the fold. After everything settled down again you felt disappointed that you were trusted with this secret but yet your father still refused to tell you about your mother. It felt unfair to you.

Being the newest family member to join the effort you were often relegated to monitor duty. You didn’t mind it so much because you soon figured out that the Batcomputer had classified files on just about anything you could think of. On a particularly slow night your curiosity got the better of you and you typed in your own name into the database. The computer pulled up your file which had just about anything you could know about you (you had hoped it would have something that even you didn’t know). Your eyes scanned for anything that could possible do with where you came from.

Mother: [REDACTED]

The words stared down tauntingly at you from the bright monitor. Frustration and anger welled up inside of you. Why didn’t he trust you with this? What was your father hiding?

Before you could do any more digging on the subject matter you heard the Batmobile roaring into the entrance of the cave. You quickly closed out of the files you were looking at and attempted to calm your expression so that you didn’t look as enraged as you felt.

“Slow night?” You asked as your father stepped out of the Batmobile.

“It’s the calm before the storm.” He grumbled.

After discovering that your mother’s name had been redacted from your file you later tried to ask your father about your mother again. He gave you a hard frown, not saying anything on the matter except, “[Y/N], in time you’ll learn just as I did that you must find happiness right where you are. Whatever reason you have for pushing this, drop it. It will only bring you pain.” He then walked away, leaving it at that.

Your heart deflated at your father’s words and you resigned yourself to never finding out who you truly were.  You had a family and a role here so maybe it was time that accepted things for what they were. Your mother had never been in your life and if your father was so resistant to tell you anything there must have been a reason to shield you from her. She would never be in your life and it was time for you to accept that fact. But then why did it still feel like you would never feel complete without at least knowing who she was?


“[Y/N], I want to show you something.” Your father said almost a year into your training. You were well on your way to stepping into the role that your father saw for you and you were eager to prove your worth. In the time since you had been relegated to monitor duty you honed your skills and carved your place by your brother’s sides. You were easily finding your future by your family’s side but you still could help but to feel you didn’t quite belong as well as you should.

“What is it?” You asked curiously.

“You’ll see. Suit up and follow me.” He instructed. You quickly dawned your mask, changed into your uniform and followed your father to whatever he had in store for you.

As it would turn out, your father was taking you to a place that very few ever had the privilege to even see: The Watchtower. You were completely in awe of the place, it was everything you imagined it would be and more.

“Oh wow…” You breathed looking out the observatory window that overlooked Earth. You were astounded by the sight. The oceans were a deep sapphire with scattered swirling white clouds obscuring the view of the surface. The continents you once thought large and expansive now seemed like small islands isolated in a sea of blue and white.

“Amazing isn’t it?” Your father said, admiring the view right alongside you.

“It’s funny, I’ve seen this pictures of this view countless times but nothing beats seeing it with your own eyes.” You said, not able to take your eyes off the sight. Even from this far away the ocean still seemed to enrapture you.

“My thoughts exactly.” Your father chuckled. “Come on, there are some people I’d like for you to meet.” Your father said guiding you away from the window. You looked back over your shoulder to steal one last glance at the sight before you turned your head back and allowed yourself to be led into the Justice League’s meeting chambers.

Your father spent a while showing you around the Watchtower and introducing you to various people. They were all kind and friendly in greeting you. You were quite honestly starstruck in meeting a few of the heros that your father introduced you to but none had you more starstruck more than meeting Aquaman in the flesh.

“Hello. It’s good to meet you again after all these years. The last time I saw you you were just a little guppy.”  Aquaman greeted, extending his hand out to you. You took hold of his hand and eagerly shaked it.

“It’s such an honor to meet you, your highness! I think you are just amazing! What’s Atlantis like? Does the kingdom span across the whole ocean or is it just isolated cities? Oh! What are the cities like? I bet they’re just spectacular!” You said, talking a mile a minute. Aquaman chuckled at your excited line of questioning. Your father gave you a hard warning look which immediately resulting in the end of the questions you had wondered all your life.

“Sorry.” You apologized rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly.

“You’re curious, no shame in that.” Aquaman dismissed. Your father’s eyes narrowed at him. If Aquaman had been anyone else, your father’s hard glare would have reduced him to a puddle of fear. Aquaman looked at your father curiously. “You haven’t told her?”

“We should be going.” Your father said taking your arm and leading you out of the room. You looked back over your shoulder at Aquaman, you still had so many questions for him. Before your father could lead you out of the room, Wonder Woman stepped into his path.

“A word?” She requested. She looked at you briefly before clarifying “Alone?”

Your dad glanced at you hesitantly before nodding curtly. “Make this quick.” He said before disappearing with Wonder Woman. When your father was gone Aquaman reappeared by your side.

“Stubborn and prideful, as always.” He said shaking his head sadly.  “It’s not my place to tell you what he should have shared with you all along but just remember when the time comes you are your father’s daughter. Mind what he says but remember if a voice is calling out to you to follow where your heart leads, that voice is who you are.” Aquaman said, placing a hand on your shoulder. His words resonated deep in your heart but how could he possibly know what you had never dared to tell anyone before?

“I-I don’t understand.” You stuttered.

“You will in time, young guppy.” He offered, patting your shoulder gently. Your father returned from his meeting with Wonder Woman, Aquaman excused himself and your father quickly led you back home. When you got back to the cave, your father pushed off his cowl and sighed. He braced himself with both hands on the table and bowed his head.

“How much did he tell you?” He asked, his voice sounding defeated.

“Nothing! What’s going on? Everyone’s talking in riddles around me and honestly it’s pissing me off!” You cried in frustration. Your father didn’t answer you and turned to walk towards the Batcomputer. He pulled out the chair from the desk and collapsed into it with a sigh. He hung his head in his hands and rubbed his face.

“It was stupid of me to think I could keep this from your for forever.” He said, leaning back in the chair and sighing. “You aren’t from this world, [Y/N], not entirely. Your mother was Atlantean. When you were born she left you on my doorstep and went back to the sea without ever looking back. I’m sorry I thought I could protect you if I kept you in the dark.” Your father confessed.

So there it was. After all these years, there was your truth.

The truth wasn’t as satisfying as you thought it would be. To come to find out that the reason you didn’t have a mother was because she didn’t want you in the first place? It hurt. And to find out that you didn’t even belong in the world that you had grown up in made your heart ache. So much about you made sense now but you wished your truth was different, you wished you could feel more satisfied.

You tried to search for the words you wanted to say but came up empty. You wanted nothing more than to run as far as you could and just keep running so that’s what you did. You got on one of the motorcycles stored in the cave and raced to the only place that had ever provided you with solitude. You raced through the city until you finally came to a beach on the outskirts of the city that overlooked the ocean.

You walked along the rocky beach looking out towards the line where the sky meets the sea. The glint off the water and the crash of the waves against the shore calmed you. You took your shoes off and threw them to the side and stepped up to the water’s edge and let the cold sea water wash over your toes. You let your eyes slip close and just enjoyed the sounds of the water and the cries of the gulls.

You opened your eyes back open and looked longingly out to the water. Knowing what you knew now you wondered where your home truly was. Was it here with your family where you knew you would never quite belong or was it somewhere in the unfamiliar depths of the ocean that had always called out to you?

You had been standing at the edge of the water for as long as you could remember never knowing why the sea called out to you. Now you knew but if anything that only strengthened the draw. You wished you could be the perfect daughter, the human daughter, that your father hoped you would become. You desperately wanted to be the daughter he could trust would one day fill his shoes to protect the surface but doubt filled you. Would you always turn back to the water? Was that where you truly longed to be, even if you would be met with an empty ocean?

Everyone in your family had their role. They were happy with their role. So why couldn’t you find it within yourself to accept yours? Would you ever be satisfied in playing along when the voice inside you pulled you elsewhere?

“What’s wrong with me?” You sobbed dropping to your knees in the water. You dug your fingers into the sand below you as the water soaked through to your skin. Your tears flowed down your cheeks and dropped to mix with the salt water of the sea.

You were so confused. You had no idea what your place in this world was now.

Warm soothing arms wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you to a strong chest. You let out a sob and wrapped your arms tightly around your father, not ever wanting to let go. As you sobbed against him, he soothingly stroked your hair and rocked you.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispered, his voice thick with painful emotion.

“Who am I?” You choked out. You father smiled sadly and  lifted your chin, pushing a lock of hair away from your face and behind your ear.

“Only you can answer that, [Y/N].” He said. He then pulled something out of his pocket and slipped it into your hand. You looked down at the object to see a wide gold bracelet that had intricate swirls and waves curling around it. At the top of the band was a silver shell imbedded in the gold. “This was your mother’s, it was all she left with you when she left you in my care.”

“It’s beautiful.” You admired, running your fingers along the gentle curves and turns of the design.

“You’re a part of both world’s, [Y/N]. As much as I always wanted to keep you safe here on the surface I understand if you feel the desire to go out there and find out who you are destined to be.” Your father said. “I was the same way when I was your age.” He smiled bittersweetly. Tears welled you up in your eyes and you constricted your arms around your father in a tight hug.

“If I go there’s no telling how far I’ll go.” You whispered into his chest.

“I know.” he replied. “Just …  promise me you’ll come back home when you figure out what it is that you want.” He requested, unshed tears glimmering in his own eyes.

“I promise Dad.” You swore tearfully.

“I will always be proud of you [Y/N]. I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for.” He said gently cradling your cheek. You knew it must have been hard for him to give you up like this and it was equally hard for you to leave but your heart told you that you had to do this. You had to find what’s beyond that line that you have yet to cross.

One day soon, you’ll find out how far you’ll go.

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“Fall rolls in today and we are ready for the crisp, cool air. This view from our teeny, tiny office nook shows many of our DIYs made from 185-year-old reclaimed floor boards from our attic. We built the bookshelves, the desk, the shelves above the desk and the faux fireplace using this wood. 🍂🍁🌾🍂💛🍂🌾🍁🍂.


By: thelongawaitedhome @instagram

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Lost--Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

You trudged through the desert of Tattooine, sweating profusely and becoming dizzy. Sleep was so tempting at the moment–it would give you relief from the pounding that was occurring in your head–but you stuck on your path to find civilization. The fine sand was difficult to walk through and you had to be extremely careful as not to fall into a Sarlacc Pit. The day was coming to an end as you decided to stop for the night, the two sun’s beginning to touch the horizon.

Your camp was nothing spectacular, but you knew that it was great for its easy mobility. You had a small tent, along with a blanket, a water jug, and some food to last you through your journey. You were lucky that these items were on your ship, or else you knew you wouldn’t survive.

Climbing inside the tiny tent, you layed out your blanket and placed your empty water jug in the corner and you held onto your food rations, staring at the last bite of food that you had. Your stomach grumbled loudly, aching for something in your stomach. This was the bite that you were holding out on most–it had been days since you’ve had anything to eat. Slowly opening the bag, you took the morsel and popped it into your mouth, savoring this last bite of food.

Next, you placed your backpack ahead of your blanket to use as your pillow. This had been the routine ever since you had to make an emergency landing on this desert wasteland. If only you would have refueled when you were supposed to, then this situation wouldn’t be happening–you’d be on Bothawui, not suffering alone in the middle of no where.

Your mouth watered slightly at the thought of any type of liquid entering your body. You’d finished the jug earlier this afternoon and your body was beginning to show the signs of dehydration. You sighed, laying back onto the floor of the tent, allowing yourself to drift to a peaceful, painless slumber.

When you woke up, the suns were just peeking above the dunes. Immediately, you packed up your stuff, pushing them into you backpack and slinging onto your shoulders. Walking forward, you began your day, determined to find anyone that could help you out.

It seemed like the dunes kept on going and going, the suns were now high in the sky, directly beating down on you. The dizziness became more intense and your headache began its attempt to crack through your skull. Nausea washed over you and you tried holding back the vomit, knowing that it was accelerate your rate of dehydration. You failed when you lurched forward and expelled the little amount that was in your stomach. You groaned–you were in pain and your hope was beginning to dwindle down.

“Why am I so stupid,” you said breathlessly, stumbling back into the direction you were going. You continued for about two more hours before you collapsed, your body not able to handle the heat anymore. The sand cushioned you and supported every curve around your body, molding to you. Comfort came from the soft touch it gave and your eyes began to grow heavy.

“No, I need to continue,” you stated dryly, trying to crawl your way to safety. Eventually, you passed out in the sand, letting the sun roast you like a tauntaun steak over a hot fire.

Soft cries awoke you from your peaceful slumber. You looked around to see that you were in a hut, more specifically you were laying on a soft bed inside of a hut. You sat up quickly dizziness overtaking your mind. You mouth was dry and your limbs ached.

“Oh, hello there,” said a dapper looking man with a nicely trimmed beard and clean looking hair. In his arms he held a small baby–a newborn from your experience around your small village.

“H-” you tried to speak but your dry mouth and unused vocal chords were betraying you. You scooted so your back was leaning against the wall for support.

“Here, drink this,” he said, handing you a cup of liquid in which you assumed was water. Taking it greatfully, you gulped it down, allowing it to soother your throat. A small chuckle came from your savior.

“Good thing I got to you when I did, or else you would be dead by now. Are you hungry, you’re looking pretty thin,” he said, observing the tunic that hung loosely from your body. You looked down at yourself and notuced that your weight surely was down. You nodded quickly, causing him to laugh some more.

“Alright, can you hold Luke while I go whip something up? I haven’t been able to get him to his uncle’s house yet,” he asked holding the baby out to you. You nodded, smiling and holding out your arms. Carefully, this man placed who he called Luke into your arms, making sure that he wasn’t awoken from his sleep once more.

“My name’s Obi-Wan Kenobi, by the way,” the man said before walking away, allowing you to study the room around you.

The walls looked very plain and on the floor was a small red rug. A small coffee table was placed in front of a couch and a vase with a plant laid beside the couch. In fact, the bed you were in wasn’t even in a room–it was just a little nook set in the living room of this hut, giving you a wide view of the majority of the house.

Moments later, Obi-Wan appeared with a tray of food and several cups filled with water, your stomach rumbled and your eyes grew wide, examining all of the food that was on the tray. He placed the tray in your lap as you handed the infant back to him. Carefully you over the cups over to the bedside table and then began eating. Most of this food was foreign to you, but you didn’t care–the only thing that mattered in this moment was your hunger. As soon as you were done with your meal you began to pound back the water, only stopping when you were so full of food and water. Only one filled cup out of five was left.

“Well, I guess you were hungry. How long were you out there for? Two weeks?” He asked you, sitting in a chair in front of the bed.

“It was a little less than two weeks, actually. I’m not used to heat and I was very ill prepared for this situation,” you said, chuckling nervously. Your voice was hoarse, but now you were able to speak at will. “The name’s (f/n) (l/n).”

“Well, (y/n), I guess it’s nice to meet you. I wish the circumstances were better but this will be a nice story for the future, don’t you think?” He said, causing you to chuckle softly. You nodded, looking around the room some more, you spotted a light saber.

“You’re a jedi?” You asked him excitedly. A sad smile came across his face as he looked down at the baby in his arms who was beginning to wake up.

“I was, but things are different now,” he solemnly said, causing a frown to replace your smile. The last thing you wanted to do was to make your savior feel down. “But anyway, where are you from and why are you here?”

“I from Hoth,” you said quietly, a yawn escaping your system. “And I’m here because I was low on fuel.”

“I can see now, you’re not used to this heat and you came unprepared for the desert,” he chuckled, standing up. “I’m going to drop this little guy off and you make yourself at home.”

“Alright,” you said, watching as he left the hut with the small infant in his hands. Yawning once more, you laid down in the bed, falling into another rest filled slumber.

It was morning when you woke up again. Sitting up, you had the urge to pee a river. You stood quickly, looking around the hut for a bathroom. Obi-Wan was nowhere to be seen and you began panicking, not knowing your way around this place.

“Why, good morning, (y/n),” he said, Emerging from the stairs, wearing a fresh pair of clothes and drinking a mug of hot coffee. “The bathroom and kitchen is up those stairs.”

“Thank you,” you said calmly, rushing up the five steps and into the kitchen. Going to left and around the corner, you saw the bathroom.

After emerging, you saw Obi-Wan holding a fresh pair of pants and a tunic, holding it out to you.

“I figured you’d want a fresh change of clothes after a shower so I bought these on the way home last night. Hopefully they fit,” he said, pushing you back into the bathroom.

You stood in front of the tub, trying to figure out how to work the shower. Twisting the knob to the right, you felt ice water hit your hand so you moved it more left, until the temperature was perfect. Stripping of your sweaty, sand infested clothes, you stepped into the soothing water that fell down on you, a smile coming to your face as you felt your tense muscles relax and your stress melt away.

The clothes that Obi-Wan had bought you fit for the most part–he was a good judge of size from appearance. The white tunic fit like a glove while the black pants were only slightly too big. You jumbled your dirty clothes together and stepped out of the bathroom, walking down the stairs and stuffing them into your backpack which rested on one of the many tables in this hut.

“So what was your ultimate destination?” He asked you, causing you to jump. You quickly turned to the Jedi, facing him.

“Bothawui, actually. I’ve always wanted to go there for some reason. I guess you can say I was drawn to it,” you told him honestly, shuffling your feet and fiddling with your hands. He smiled.

“Does it feel as though something is pulling you there?” He quizzed some more, his smile growing larger when you nodded.

“This is the force that you feel. It wants you to go there some day,” he said, causing your ears to perk and your eyes to widen.

“So are you saying that I could use the force?” You asked him excitedly. His smile continued to grow, watching your excitement.

“With training. That is, of course, if you want it. However, I do warn that you must remain on the down low–the Jedi order is no more,” Obi-Wan said, his smile shrinking. You raised your eyebrows in shock.

“What do you mean?” You asked him, watching as he looked at the stone flooring. 

“Anakin, my former padawan, turned to the dark side and wiped out most of the Jedi,” he said, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach. “In my opinion, I suggest that you stay away from the force–it’d be for the better.” 

“I guess I’ll listen to you on that then. But can you tell me more about the Jedi and the force? I’ve never really been told about it,” you asked, hoping that he would at least acknowledge this request. He smiled and sat on the couch, patting the spot beside him for you to sit beside him. Obliging, he began to tell you the stories of the Jedi and the force. 

Many years later, you and Obi-Wan Kenobi married, had a son–who is now living on his own as an independent fifteen year old–and settled down with your lives. That is, until Obi-Wan was whisked away by that baby you had met years ago. When he left, he had told you that he wouldn’t be coming back and you were at peace with that fact, knowing that you both had lived out the best days of your lives. 

“May the force be with you, Obi-Wan. Until I see you again,” you said, watching as he left your hut to begin his final adventure.