𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱𝔂

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Hiya, my name is AJ, she/her, 23 years old, and this is my Jedi OC. Down below are some quick links to important things!

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vencikye is young still,  and not as skilled in sensing another’s connection to the force,  noticing the woman’s only now that she mentioned it.  she returns the smile eagerly.   “  you’re right,  it is!  ”  she answers,  finding the idea rather exciting.  “  my name’s vencikye, but you can call me ven. what’s yours?  ”

   𝒴𝑜𝓊  𝒸𝒶𝓃  𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎  𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹  𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒  𝒾𝒻  𝓎𝑜𝓊                                  𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁  𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂  𝒾𝓃  𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻.

        𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄    𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒    𝐇𝐈𝐌    ━━━    𝐇𝐄'𝐒    𝐀    𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐘    𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑    ,    they    SPIT    .    he’s    a    TRANDOSHAN    ,    a    MONSTER    .    the    wookiees    hate    him    ,    too    :    the    feeling    is    mutual    ,    he’s    spent    his    whole    life    being    made    to    KILL    their    species    .    he    can    feel    eyes    on    him    (    always    for    varying    reasons    but    he    is    of    the    t    ‘    doshok    people    ,    with    razor    claws    and    forked    whip    -    like    tongue    .    .    .    maybe    it’s    because    he    is    standing    over    this    woman    with    the    barrel    of    rifle    pressed    flush    to    her    temple    )    .

        “        it’sss    been    a    long    time    since    i’ve    fought    JEDIII    .”    garbled    ,    bitten    and    strangled    in    his    throat    .    a    HISS    sends    searing    green    saliva    flying    /    BURNING    a    hole    through    the    soft    ground    /    bossk    GRINNING    a    wide    ,    wildly    unsettling    grin    full    of    rows    of    SHARP    TEETH    .    the    trandoshan    JABS    the    drum    of    his    blaster    into    the    sharp    jut    of    her    cheekbone    .    “        the    scorekeeper    may    welcome    your    TRIBUTE    .        ”

@empatiaa,    𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑        𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋    .

                    OH,   she   hated   him,   but   not   because   of   what   he   was...   she   hated   how   she   was   pushed   to   her   knees,   felt   the   barrel   against   her   cheek.   Sharp   canines   bit   down   on   her   cheek,   a   small   bit   of   rage   boiled   in   the   pit   of   her   stomach.   The   accusing   words   only   made   her   brows   narrow   even   more,   “   I-I’m   not   a   Jedi.   ”   she   hissed   back,   jaw   flexing   at   the   jab   to   her   cheek.

            GREEN   hues   glanced   up   at   the   bounty   hunter   with   annoyance   more   than   anything   else,   “   I   don’t   know   where   you   got   that   information,   but   it   was   misplaced,   ”   now   she   was   a   Jedi?   Why   would   someone   say   that   about   her?   Weren’t   they   all   dead?   Though   she   guessed   some   could   have   been   hiding,   she   was   far   from   that.   She   never   grew   up   in   a   Temple.   Hell,   most   didn’t   know   her   kind   existed.

    𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃    𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐓    𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘    𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒    he    could    say    he’s    surprised    when    jixi    appears    ,    abrupt    and    FRENZIED    .    he    can’t    blame    her    :    his    absence    and    rumors    of    his    death    circulating    for    half    of    a    decade    with    no    sign    of    the    former    bounty    hunter    showing    up    again    would    surely    put    a    strain    on    anyone    IN    LOVE    with    boba    fett    .    it    was    selfish    of    him    to    not    seek    her    out    first    ,    worry    unfurling    in    chest    (    assumptions    are    dangerous    ,    intermingled    with    throbbing    pain    in    his    heart    )    as    he    raises    his    hand    to    the    others    in    the    throne    room    .    “        everyone    out    .        ”

    the    galaxy    WAVERS    when    boba    and    jixi    are    finally    alone    ,    the    crime    lord    finding    himself    to    his    feet    once    more    .    he    removes    his    helmet    ,    tucks    it    under    arm    ,    a    smile    plays    along    his    mouth    (    something    far    less    mirthful    than    the    one    he    had    when    they    used    to    dance    together    in    the    cantina    before    his    fall    into    the    sarlacc    .    sharper    ,    edging    near    holding    tears    back    ).    he    is    looking    to    his    future    and    hoping    it    will    be    better    as    he    steps    towards    jixi    /    hesitant    and    nervous    /    the    HARDNESS    of    his    eyes    give    way    to    something    kinder    .

    he    was    once    a    man    who    burned    the    galaxy    to    nothing    in    a    fit    of    FURY    .    there    will    always    be    a    small    raging    piece    of    fett    that    wants    to    continue    doing    the    same    ,    to    feel    ashes    slip    through    his    fingers    and    TEAR    the    twin    suns    from    the    sky    with    its    clouds    highlighted    in    red    -    gold    ,    spread    above    the    dour    existence    of    tatooine    in    his    vengeance    .    she    is    still    as    BEAUTIFUL    as    the    day    he    lost    her    .    perhaps    it    was    the    other    way    around    :    she    lost    boba    fett    .    but    boba    himself    wouldn’t    accept    it    ,    he    wouldn’t    believe    it    .    he    is    a    VILE    man    .    the    galaxy    cheered    when    the    news    of    his    death    spread    .

    hand    reaches    for    jixi’s    ,    the    other    coming    to    cup    the    side    of    her    face    while    he    leads    them    backward    until    he’s    back    on    his    throne    ,    shifting    to    sit    COMFORTABLY    and    EXPANSIVELY    .    for    a    man    who    has    been    running    all    his    life    he    has    become    a    bit    softer    ;    what    point    is    there    in    scaling    walls    when    you    can    face    and    accept    them    ?

@empatiaa:    ‘    you    idiot.    ’    🥺

    “        i    know    ,        ”    boba    says    .    BREATHLESS    ,    holding    the    jedi’s    wrist    ,    peering    up    at    her    for    a    moment    .    in    truth    he    is    a    glutton    for    a    great    deal    of    things    (    jixi    being    one    of    them    .    he    always    will    be    )    .    “        i    know    .        ”

                    SHE   was   hesitant   at   first.   Angry,   green   cheeks   flushed   with   rage   at   his   return.   Not   the   fact   that   he   was   alive,   but   by   the   fact   he   didn’t   search   her   out.   How   long   was   he   alive?   It   hurt   her   deeply,   chest   tightened   at   the   thought   of   him   alive   and   she   struggled   to   deal   with   the   death.   It   was   one   of   the   few   times   she   was   full   of   rage.   She   cared   for   him   deeply.   An   idiot.   How   could   she?   Jixi   then   felt   his   hand   upon   her   cheek,   and   the   other   upon   her   hand.   The   grip   was   gentle   despite   who   and   what   he’s   known   for.   For   a   moment,   in   that   moment,   she   was   at   ease.   Jixi   relaxed,   the   anger   melting   in   just   for   now.

               THE   female   followed   his   movements,   stepping   forward   as   he   stepped   back.   She   stood   as   he   sat,   looking   down   at   him   with   a   sweet   gaze.   A   sad   smile   spread   upon   her   lips,   and   then   soon   after,   a   sigh.   He   knows.   He   knows,   and   yet...   “   The   galaxy’s   most   idiotic.   ”   Jixi   managed.   Words   that   no   one   would   dare   speak,   but   she   knew...   she   knew   that   she   was   safe   within   his   hold.   Jixi   was   one   of   the   very   few   that   was   able   to   be   close   enough   to   Boba   Fett.   She   cherished   every   moment   she   had,   and   she   will   continue   to   cherish   these   moments   from   here   on   out.

                  They   undress,together   each   other.   It’s   harder   in   such   a   small   space   -   there   is   fumbling   and   laughter   and   apologies,   but   eventually   they   get   it   done.   He   shifts   them,   so   she   is   beneath   him,   and   he   settles   on   top   of   her,   his   hands   bracing   her   sides,   beneath   her   breasts,   his   mouth   exploring   hers   and   moving   down,   down.   Down   her   jaw   and   neck   and   collarbones,   hands   exploring   her   reverently,   listening   to   all   her   small   sounds,   even   now,   restrained.   He   is   unashamed   of   his   desire   for   her,   and   it   is   obvious.   They   are   together,   and   then   they   are   one   and   it   is   better   than   he   imagined,   more   than   he   wished   for.   They   move   together,   in   tune   with   one   another,   and   he   lets   her   know   how   good   it   feels,   how   much   he   loves   her.   It   isn’t   long   and   drawn   out   -   they   want   one   another   too   much   for   that.   But   it   is   thorough   and   he   attends   to   her,   makes   sure   she   is   enjoying   herself   as   much   as      he   is.

                  When   they   finish.   he   stills   within   her   for   a   long   moment   and   simply   gazes   down   at   her,   before   he   turns   to   lay   on   his   back,   breathing   heavily,   the   tent   warm   now.   He   holds   her   hand,   fingers   entwined   and   kisses   her   knuckles.   They   are   not   forced   into   abstinence.   It’s   simply   always   been   easier   for   him,   as   he   is   not   the   type   to   couple   without   attachment.   And   that…that   is   true   now.   He   is   attached   to   Jixi.   Has   been   for   some   time.   If   this   is   the   only   time   they   can   be   together,   that’s   fine.   The   memory   of   her,   of   her   smell   and   taste   and   feel   will   sustain   him.   but   he   certainly   is   attached.   He   turns   to   her,   onto   his   side,   and   she   presses   against   his   chest,   head   ducked.   His   heart   hammers   and   he’s   sure   she   can   hear   it.   They   fall   asleep   like   that,   naked   and   sated   and   having   discovered   something   new   about   one   another.

                  When   they   awake,   Obi-Wan   realizes   first   that   he   isn’t   wearing   any   clothing.   He   wishes   they   could   shower   or   bathe,   maybe   even   together,   but   that’s   not   an   option   in   the   desert   so   instead,   he   moves   away   from   Jixi,   careful   not   to   wake   her,   and   slips   back   into   his   clothing.   They   have   a   mission   to   finish.   The   night   before   was   beautiful   and   good   and   something   he   definitely   wants   to   revisit,   but   they   do   have   a   mission.   He   slips   from   the   tent   and   begins   to   prepare   breakfast.   He   goes   for   water,   and   when   he   returns,   Jixi   is   awake.   He   smiles   at   her,   sure   he   is   a   blushing.   “Good   morning,   my   dear,”   He   says   softly,   as   he   begins   to   start   a   fire.   It   could   attract   attention   but   they   won’t   be   there   for   long.   After   they   eat,   it   will   be   time   to   head   to   the   lost   city.

                  When   she   woke   up   that   morning,   she   had   forgotten   where   she   was.   She   forgot   the   main   mission,   what   she   was   doing   here...   even   as   she   looked   around   the   tent.   Her   brows   narrowed,   finding   her   clothes,   andit   settled   in.   She   remembered.   She   remembered   and   she   smiled.   Her   heart   skipped   a   beat   as   she   clenched   her   clothes   to   her   chest.   The   heat   of   the   planet   helped   her   cheeks   blossom   in   a   darker   shade   of   green.   They   had   shared   something,   and   honestly,   she   didn’t   regret   any   of   it.   

               Jixi   let   herself   have   a   moment   before   starting   to   change   into   her   clothes.   Hands   went   to   tie   up   her   hair,   and   then   reached   for   her   lightsaber.   She   clipped   it   on   her   belt,   and   one   hand   hovered   near   the   tent’s   entrance.   Jixi   could   smell   the   fire,   she   could   sense   him,   but   it   was   in   such   a   different   light.   As   if   their   Forces   combined   into   one   just   for   a   moment.   Or   maybe   it   was   something   else.   No   one   really   understood   the   Force,   not   even   her   who   had   such   a   bond   with   it.   In   fact,   she   was   worried   about   fully   understanding   it.

               She   sighed,   pushing   open   the   tent   to   be   greeted   by   the   sunlight.   Eyes   closed,   feeling   herself   wince   away   from   the   brightness.   Once   a   second   or   two   passed,   she   let   her   eyes   flutter   open   to   meet   their   surroundings.   They   were   alone   like   last   night   besides   the   Bantha,   but   who   knows   who   would   cross   this   path.   It   was   best   to   be   going   as   soon   as   they   can.   Which   made   her   start   to   pack   a   few   things,   hesitating   around   the   Bantha   somewhat.   Obi-Wan’s   voice   reached   her   ears,   and   she   turned   around   to   face   him.   Jixi’s   lips   curled   upwards   in   a   warm   smile.