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verai-marcel · 2 years ago

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Inexplicably Inevitable (RDO Fanfic, Part 1 of 2, 18+)

Summary: Min and Everett have finally solidified their relationship, only to have a ghost from their past come up and rattle everything they thought they knew.

Author’s Notes: I really, really, didn’t want to just leave Mateo like that. So I gave him a happy ending too. I mean, honestly, this fic is just an excuse to write some MxM and MxMxF smut.

Tags: OC x3, MM, MFM, FM, bisexual, feels, angst, smut, double vaginal penetration, HEA

AO3 Link is here.

Word Count: 5953

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1894, Somewhere in Central California

“Run! Don’t look back—”

Blood exploded from Mateo’s back as he fell to the ground.

The world stopped. Min couldn’t even breathe as she waited for him to get up and call her name, but his body lay unmoving in the crimson-stained grass.

A bullet grazed her arm and another grazed her side, the burning sensation pulling her out of her shock. For now, she needed to survive. She wouldn’t be able to save anyone if she was dead.

So she ran.

***

The Diablos Locos gang had been terrorizing small towns up and down the small valley near Owens Lake. Enough chaos had been caused that Everett had been sent here to investigate. He had built up a reputation in the past seven years as a man who could get a job done, albeit often with a lot of messy consequences. But he didn’t care what others thought. He saved lives, and if a few criminals ended up dead while he was doing it, then so be it.

So when he was sent on a mission, he knew that the upper brass didn’t care about how it was done, as long as the menace was stopped. They gave him the usual lecture: to take as many men alive as possible and to let the court handle their lives. All he had to do was deliver them.

He knew better than to take on the gang himself; after all, he was only one man, and they were many more than one.

However, he had heard from the sheriff of Keeler that the gang had been seen going south, away from the area. Everett decided to go and find their hideout; perhaps they truly had moved on, but his gut feeling said that it was unlikely.

He trekked through the forests while riding Cobalt, his trusted horse. Finding their trail, he worked backwards to their hideout, nestled in a particularly thick copse of trees. As he approached, the smell of death and gunsmoke invaded his nose. Wrapping his bandana around his face, he looked around and was a little surprised to find dead bodies littering the area.

After making sure that there was no one left alive inside of the abandoned campground, he walked around the perimeter, spiraling outwards as he checked each body for any sign of life. So far all of them were dead.

He came across the last one. Unlucky fellow had been shot in the back. Probably accidentally by one of his own men, it seemed. He squatted down and looked at the revolver that the man had been holding. It was a navy revolver, blued steel and in great condition. He reached down to take the gun from the man’s hand.

The grip on the gun tightened.

Everett tore the gun out of his grasp and pointed it at the man's head. “You’re alive?”

“Barely,” the man rasped.

Everett sighed. Sticking the revolver in his belt, he toed the man onto his side, eliciting a pained groan.

“Who are you?”

“Are you one of the Diablos?” the man asked in reply, wheezing as he spoke.

While Everett didn’t generally like being asked a question in response to one of his, the man’s tone struck him differently; this was no gang member. He decided to answer truthfully. “No, I’m a ranger.”

The man strained to look at him as if he was trying to focus. “Did you find a woman here?”

Everett blinked. “No, I didn’t.”

“Good. She got away,” the man muttered before he slumped over, his eyes closed.

Surprised, Everett checked his pulse to see if he was still breathing. While it was shallow and weak, the man was still alive.

“I don’t know why the hell I’m doing this,” he muttered as he rolled the man back onto his stomach and examined his wound. It was as if the bullet had ricocheted off a rock and angled upwards, grazing across his back and shoulder. He’d lost a lot of blood and his back would be scarred, but the wound itself wasn’t deep and the bullet had never penetrated muscle.

He sighed and hauled the man over his shoulder and whistled for his horse.

***

Mateo woke up feeling two things: confused as to why he was on the back of a horse, and relieved that he, despite his massive mistake of turning his back on the enemy, was still alive.

He only groaned as his attempt at movement was met with a flowering of pain in all parts of his body.

"You should've stayed asleep," a voice said beside him. The tone was sympathetic yet teasing, and he recognized it as belonging to the man who claimed he was a ranger. Mateo wanted to ask more questions, but his throat was drier than the Mojave Desert. He only coughed and wheezed.

"You can talk once we get to the river. I need to wash out your wounds before we head north to Lone Pine. They got a doctor there."

Mateo was touched that a stranger would go so far to help him. Most people would have left him to die.

They reached the river after another hour of traveling, Mateo drifting in and out of consciousness. The man helped him down from the horse and half-carried him to the river.

“You’re going to have to take off the shirt. It’s going to hurt,” the man said, already setting him down on a rock near the water’s edge.

Mateo quietly unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off, grimacing with pain as the cloth tore at his skin where the blood had dried.

The man had refilled his canteen full of water. “Give me your bandana.”

Mateo wordlessly untied the bandana around his neck and handed it to him. He watched as the man soaked it with water and settled himself behind him. The initial slap of cold water on his skin was shocking, but then as the man began to wash the blood from his back, Mateo was even more shocked by how gently he washed him.

“So, what's your name?"

Mateo nearly told him, but not knowing the current situation, he opted for a half-truth. “Leon,” he answered, using his middle name.

“You got a last name?”

“Ortega.” It was the last name of his mother. Until he got to know this man better, he’d go by this name. He technically wasn’t lying; his full name was Matthew Leon Delgado y Ortega.

“Sorry we couldn't meet under better circumstances. I'm Everett Osborn.”

“Well, thank you for helping me, Mr. Osborn.”

“Just call me Everett. Otherwise it sounds like you’re talkin’ to my pa.”

Mateo let out a short bark of laughter, and then winced in pain.

“Take it easy there,” Everett said softly. “I’m almost done, then we can get you to the doc.”

***

Mateo woke to an unfamiliar room, laying on his side. Groggy as hell, he blinked away the sleep and pushed himself up from the hard cot. His back and shoulders protested, but he forced himself to sit up. Scratching his short beard, he noticed that he was bandaged, his shirt hanging on the chair next to the bed. He vaguely remembered being taken to the doctor and getting stitched up while in a painful delirium. Then his memory became even murkier, only remembering being taken through the woods in the dim light of sunset. This place must be where they had ended up.

The door creaked open. Everett entered the room with an empty basin and clean bandages.

"Thank you," Mateo said gratefully. He honestly had not expected the man to stick around after stopping by the doctor's.

Everett shrugged as put the basin down on the ground before he sat down in the chair, scooting it as close to the bed as possible. "Don't thank me yet. I need to change your bandages."

Mateo quietly allowed him to remove the bloodied strips of linen, wincing when they pulled away from his damaged skin. Despite the man's rough appearance, his hands were warm, brushing across his chest and back with the gentle familiarity of a lover.

"You said you're a ranger," Mateo said after a while.

Everett nodded. "I did."

Mateo turned his eyes onto him and really looked at him. He had bright cornflower blue eyes beneath a stern brow, focused on his work. His lips were curved down in a concentrated frown as he steadily removed all of his bandages. His brown hair was parted on one side and looked feathery light to the touch. He had a strong jaw and a slightly crooked nose, as if he'd been punched in the face one too many times.

Not finding anything else to say, he just watched the man as he picked up the basin and stood up. The man was tall, broad shouldered, and definitely looked tired.

"I'll come back with a poultice for your wounds. Your back is goin' to scar somethin' fierce."

Mateo shifted and immediately winced.

“Don’t move, you’ll tear open everything,” the man said as he left, leaving the door slightly ajar. Mateo could hear water sloshing and the soft crackle of a campfire outside.

After a little while, he heard the steady pounding of a mortar and pestle, the scent of mashed herbs wafting inside.

Unable to do anything else, he surveyed the room. It couldn’t even be considered a cabin; it was more of a shelter, just a place to rest before heading onwards. Other than the bed and the chair, there was only one small table that appeared to double as a nightstand, right next to the bed. There was a small pile of firewood stacked up in the corner, and next to that, a saddle with some saddlebags.

Mateo’s gun and satchel lay on top of the saddle, well out of reach.

As he considered getting up and risking additional injury to get his things, he heard the man shuffle around outside and reconsidered.

The door opened. “Get on your belly,” Everett ordered curtly.

Normally a direct order would irk Mateo, but something in the man’s tone made him obey. He was helping him, after all. The least he could do was follow instructions.

Expecting the usual sting of antiseptics, he was surprised to feel a cooling feeling on his skin, making the sting more manageable. Under the man’s skilled hands, he relaxed.

“So what were you doing out there?” Everett asked after a while.

Mateo wasn’t expecting the question. He paused for a few moments, but figured it wouldn’t hurt to tell him a partial truth. “I was hoping to get at least one of the gang members for a bounty, make a quick buck. Didn’t realize I’d run into their whole gang up there.”

His answer was met by a soft hum, tinged with suspicion. “And you brought a woman with you?”

“She’s as good a fighter as any man,” he replied.

Everett snorted. “Sure.”

Mateo turned his head to glare at him, ignoring the pain in his shoulder. “She could outshoot most men. She’ll be better than me one day.”

The ranger nodded and gently pressed the poultice on a new spot on his back. "Alright, I believe you." After a few moments of silence, he spoke again. "She’s your lover," he stated.

"Yes," Mateo answered without hesitation.

Everett continued to press the poultice against his wounds. "Must be nice," he said wistfully.

Mateo glanced at the man, who seemed to be lost in his own head for the time being. He left him alone while he stewed in his own thoughts. He couldn't go after Min until he was healthy enough to travel.

A small voice in his head wondered if she was even still alive, but he quickly shut down that thought. She was a fighter. A whole posse couldn't take her down.

At least, that was what he hoped.

***

The posse had been chasing her south for days. She had managed to hide well enough for now, but she needed to truly rest. She was slow to heal because she kept running, kept moving, and tore open her wounds over and over again.

***

Everett regarded the man lying in his cot with a mix of admiration and suspicion. He got the feeling the man was mostly telling the truth; he most likely was some kind of bounty hunter. The two things he found odd were that he had a woman with him, and that he paused before telling him his name.

The name was likely fake.

But in the end, that didn't matter. He had clearly been the one to take out most of the dead bodies at the hideout. After seeing his location compared to where the dead bodies had fallen, it was apparent that he was defending a position. The only reason he could have been shot in the back is if he had turned around.

And Everett had the feeling this woman was the reason.

Women shouldn’t be in places where they’re getting shot at, he thought. A woman should definitely know how to protect herself, but for goodness sake, keep them in a safe place.

He looked down at Leon, sleeping soundly on his side, bandages all clean. Without thinking, he reached out and brushed the dark brown waves from his face.

The sleeping man was almost too pretty, with his thick eyelashes and full lips. If not for the short beard, Everett would have been confused.

Hell, he was confused now, for he wanted to lean in and brush his lips against the curve of his.

He shook his head at the notion. He wasn’t against the idea; he had just never thought of the idea in the first place. So far, all of his pleasurable dalliances had been with women.

Everett turned away and got himself settled, unfurling his bedroll beside the bed and laying down, setting aside his errant thoughts. Or at least he tried, but the last thing on his mind was the lonely look in Leon’s eyes and the soft smile on those kissable lips.

***

A week passed, and every day had been the same. In the morning, Everett had woken him up and changed his bandages, and then taken off to patrol the nearby area with a promise that he’d be back before sunset and an order to stay until he was healed. Mateo was starting to feel like an injured pet, being fed and taken care of while having nothing expected of him other than to obey the command to stay.

For the first couple of days, even getting up and shuffling around the small cabin was enough to make him break out into a sweat and breathe heavily. He had dragged himself back to the bed and slept for most of the day after that. But each day, he grew stronger, with Everett’s stew helping him regain his strength. The man was surprisingly good with herbs and hunting. Not that he couldn’t do the same, but he just didn’t have the energy to lift a knife, let alone track and hunt down a rabbit.

Every day when Everett returned, they talked. They traded tales of shootouts, the craziest criminals they had ever come across, and the interesting people they had met over the years. And every night, Everett would help him back into the bed and tell him good night before settling down on the bed roll on the ground, like some kind of loyal guard dog.

By day six, Mateo was mostly up and about, helping to clean around the place. He would dress any dead game that Everett would give him before he left to do ranger things. Mateo never asked what he did, and Everett didn’t talk too much about it. Instead, they just argued about how well Mateo was doing, or in Everett’s eyes, how well he wasn’t doing.

“I can see your left shoulder is still stiff,” the ranger groused after coming back from his patrol on the seventh day.

Mateo paused for a moment, feeling the strain in his shoulder before promptly ignoring it. “I’m fine,” he mumbled as he continued to stir the stew in the cracked dutch oven that hung precariously over the campfire. The three jury-rigged branches holding the old pot shifted slightly as he stirred.

Without looking up from the pot, Mateo could hear the man sigh as he set down his haversack and walked over to him. Quietly, Everett sat beside him and gently took the spoon from his hand, his fingers brushing over his hand ever so lightly along the way.

Mateo finally turned to him, wanting to put up a fight, but one stern look from the blue-eyed ranger quelled his urge to protest. Like a sullen child, he leaned back and sat next to him, shoulder to shoulder, refusing to move aside out of spite.

That, and he didn’t want to admit that the comforting warmth of sitting next to Everett was what he needed at the moment, especially with his deep-seated anxiety starting to take hold of him.

I need to find Min. She’s out there, all alone…

Mateo let out a pained groan. I don’t know where she is. I know she’s alive. She has to be. I can’t…

His mind blanked and he buried his face into his hands.

“Leon?”

He could hear Everett distantly calling for him, but his heart kept racing as an uncontrollable terror overwhelmed him. Everyone you love dies on your watch. You can’t protect anyone.

“Leon!”

Everett’s hand on his shoulder and his stern voice brought him back to reality. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry. “I’m fine,” he rasped.

“You’re lyin’,” Everett growled as he handed him a canteen. Mateo gratefully took a drink, clutching the canteen and staring at the scratches in the leather as he tried to calm down. It took a few moments for him to realize that Everett hadn’t stopped touching him; in fact, the man had pulled him close and was gently rubbing his shoulder.

For a long time, Mateo had been the one to comfort others, to be strong when everything else fell apart. His older brother had always pushed him to be a strong, independent man, and never gave him a moment to be weak. He was grateful for that, because he had to be strong for Min, who was younger and naive to the ways of the world. Even while he was growing up, he had to protect his village, protect his mother, get revenge for his father’s death…

To have someone take care of him for a change was both a strange experience and a welcomed one. Everett’s soft touch on his arm, the warmth of his body as he sat next to him, the sun setting over their little camp, and the smell of the stew cooking, all of these things made him feel safe, and not because he had fought for it.

This feeling of safety was because Everett was here.

***

The man probably hadn’t realized that he was shaking ever so slightly. Looking at him, Everett couldn’t help himself. He pulled Leon’s head into the crook of his shoulder and gently took the canteen from his tight grip.

“C’mon. Let’s get some food down, then you can rest for the night. Alright?”

“Alright,” Leon mumbled.

He looked down and let go of his head, just as Leon looked up at him.

A thought crossed his mind like lightning across a pitch black sky. The wavy hair, the warm brown eyes that reminded him of a puppy, and those lips that he couldn’t stop staring at.

The crash of the dutch oven falling onto the fire broke the whimsical spell. Pulling back, Leon seemed to regain himself. “Shit, let’s get the pot off the fire. Food’s probably cooked well enough anyway.”

Everett nodded, getting his gloves and lifting the pot away to set it down nearby. They ate quietly, but this time, there was a tension that Everett could feel viscerally, deep down. It pulled at his heart every time he looked over at the other man.

“You got some food on your face,” he said, automatically reaching out to wipe it away from the corner of Leon’s mouth.

When the man’s tongue flicked out at the same time, brushing against the pad of his thumb, he paused. Leon’s eyes widened in surprise and then fluttered close as Everett gently caressed his lip, unable to stop himself from touching him. He noted how elegant his eyelashes were, how soft his lips were. The short beard that Leon had grown could not hide the shape of his jaw and his cheek. Cupping his face with one hand, Everett began to lean in, as if led by instinct.

“I… I think I should go rest in bed,” Leon mumbled, but stayed still, his cheek remaining in Everett’s grasp.

Feeling like a bucket of cold water got dumped on him, Everett stopped his advance, but didn’t move back. Instead, he stayed where he was and watched as Leon subtly leaned his head into his touch for a moment more before he got up and fled back to the bed inside the lean-to.

So I’m not the only one attracted, Everett thought, looking down at his hand in wonder.

***

Mateo clutched his chest as he lay in bed, trying to calm his pounding heart. He had wanted to stay with Everett so badly that it had frightened him. Was he that lonely? What about Min? She was out there, all alone. He should be looking for her, not yearning for another man’s touch.

And yet whenever he looked into Everett’s cornflower blue eyes, his worries melted into the sky. Something about the man made him feel like everything would end up alright and that if he just took things one day at a time, things would work out.

Just as he was contemplating why he felt that way, the object of his ruminations walked through the door carrying a bucket of water and a scrap of cloth.

“Time to change your bandages, Leon,” Everett said softly.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Mateo sat up and removed his shirt and set it aside. Everett sat behind him and began to slowly remove the bandages, dried blood flicking off his skin. He sat docile as a lamb while he was being unwrapped, and continued to stay still when Everett took the warm washcloth to his back.

“You’re looking a lot better,” Everett remarked as he carefully wiped around his wounds. “How do you feel?”

“Alive,” Mateo answered quietly. His heart was still thumping harder than it should have been. He turned to face him. “Thank you. Truly. You didn’t have to do any of this.”

One corner of Everett’s lips quirked up, a wry grin that Mateo was starting to find effortlessly charming. “Didn’t feel right leaving you there,” he replied. “Besides, it’s been nice to have someone to talk to these past few days. Been travelin’ alone for far too long.”

Mateo only hummed in agreement as Everett continued to wash his back. When his hands settled on his hips and didn’t leave, Mateo looked over his shoulder.

Their eyes met.

“Should I help wash the rest of you?” Everett asked, his voice low and husky as if his throat had gone dry.

Mateo swallowed hard. “Only if you want to.”

The blue in Everett’s eyes deepened. “I do.”

***

Everett couldn’t stop himself from staring as Leon slowly stood up to undo the buttons on his pants, letting them fall to the ground in a heap. His short drawers came next, and suddenly before him was something akin to a work of art that one might see carved in marble in one of the big cities. Leon’s form was unmistakably masculine, yet there was something graceful, lean, and just damn beautiful in the way he held himself.

Swallowing hard, Everett knelt down to soak and wring out the washcloth before slowly wiping down his legs and his thighs. He stood as he moved the washcloth to Leon’s backside. Leaning forward to brush his lips against the shell of his ear, Everett whispered, “Just let me know when you want me to stop.”

“Keep going,” Leon answered in a hushed rasp.

Everett ran the cloth over his backside, teasing the cleft as he washed him. Pleased by the soft moan escaping Leon’s lips, he continued, holding his hip with his other hand as he worked his way around to his front. Glancing downwards over Leon’s shoulder, Everett could see the man’s shaft jutting out.

“Glad to see you’re enjoying this,” Everett stated, gently reaching down to wash around his cock, teasing him around the base.

Leon only moaned softly in response.

Everett’s hand moved from his hip to his chest, pulling the man against his body as he tossed the cloth back into the basin. Spitting into his other hand, he reached down and gripped Leon’s cock. He started a slow stroke, making sure to curve his hand around the head every once in a while.

Leon’s hands gripped Everett’s thighs, tight enough to make him wince, but he kept stroking the man, finding his own pleasure from watching Leon reacting to his touch.

“Everett,” Leon gasped, his hips thrusting into his hand.

“That’s it, that’s right, just let go, let it all go,” Everett murmured, holding him up with one arm around his chest, his lips brushed against the shell of his ear.

Leon let out a wordless shout as he spent himself in Everett’s hand, thrusting powerfully and spilling his essense onto the floor. When he finished, he sagged against him, his heartbeat palpable against his chest. Everett gently brought him down to the bed, sitting next to him as he leaned against his shoulder, huffing and puffing for air.

“‘Rett,” he sighed, and smiled up at him with a satisfied look in his eyes. Everett’s heart shifted and he held the man just a little tighter while his head drooped tiredly against his shoulder. He quietly waited until Leon had enough energy to look up at him once more. “What about you?”

Everett blinked. “What about me?”

Leon’s eyes didn’t break contact as he slid one hand towards the button fly of Everett’ pants. He let out a shuddered breath as Leon undid each button with an unbearable slowness before he pulled out his hard cock, stroking him tentatively.

“Keep goin’,” Everett rumbled.

Leon’s eyes softened, and he smiled so beguilingly that Everett nearly came from that alone. However, he held himself together and watched in a delicious lust-filled haze as Leon spit in his own hand before stroking him just like he had done.

It felt so damn good, feeling Leon’s hand around him, seeing his half-lidded look of satisfaction as he pleased him.

“Does it feel good?” Leon asked, a teasing smile on his lips.

“Hell yes, it feels so damn good,” Everett breathed. “Faster, I’m close.”

Leon obliged, stroking him faster, tightening his grip and reaching down with his other hand to massage his balls.

“Oh, Leon,” Everett moaned as he came. He reached out and grabbed his jaw before pulling him in for a scorching, dominating kiss.

Leon was surprised, but quickly returned the heat in kind, their tongues fighting for dominance until Everett finally pulled back and held Leon’s hand.

“Stop, stop, I’m all spent,” he said, laughing. Leon laughed with him as he let go of him and pulled away.

“Now look at me,” Leon said, holding up his hand, wet with Everett’s spend. “I guess you’ll have to clean me up again.”

Everett just shook his head and gave him a wry grin. “Spoiled, that’s what you are.”

***

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah, I got everything.”

Mateo let Everett take his bag and pack it on Cobalt’s saddle along with the rest of his own things. He and Everett hadn’t spoken about the previous night’s… activities, but he felt a connection with him, a comfortable feeling that stayed with him like a warm blanket.

They set off together, back to the town of Keeler to look for Paco, Mateo’s horse. Everett led his horse by the reins and walked beside Mateo, their hands brushing every once in a while. With every fleeting touch, Mateo’s determination waned. He had planned to go his own way after they found his horse to look for Min. He hadn’t told Everett that yet, of course.

When he had tried to bring up the topic of leaving on his own before, Everett had insisted on going with him, at least back to Keeler.

“I have to talk to the sheriff there anyway, find out if there’s any news about the Diablos Locos gang recently,” Everett had said.

Mateo had just acquiesced, but he was already plotting how to sneak away once he had his horse. He felt guilty for wanting to stay with Everett while also looking for Min. Maybe Everett could come with him—

No. That would make things extra awkward. He could just imagine the conversation:

Why yes Min, I had relations with another man, but only with our hands. No, I won’t share you. Unless you want to—

He quickly shook his head of the thought before the surge of heat made its way to his loins. Even the mere flash of a mental image of having Min between him and Everett was enough to make his breath catch. He had never wanted another lover, let alone share his current one, but for some reason he thought it could be possible with Everett.

“You alright?”

He looked over at the ranger, whose brow was furrowed with concern.

“You sure you’re good to travel?” Everett asked.

Mateo swallowed. “Yes, yes, I’m perfectly fine. I can handle a day’s walking, thank you.”

“Of course you are,” the ranger said as he turned away from him, but Mateo could see that he didn’t believe him, the concern in his eyes as clear as day.

By late afternoon, they had reached the location where Mateo had left Paco before he and Min had snuck off to take down the local gang for the bounty on their heads. It had been merely a week ago, and yet it felt like an eternity to him. Looking around, he could see a pile of dry horse manure and a piece of rein dangling from a tree branch.

“Paquito?” he called out into the forest. He whistled and walked around the area, continuing to call for him.

Five minutes passed. Then ten. His doubts began to whittle away at his mind. Did something happen to him?

“Maybe someone took’im,” Everett said quietly.

Mateo turned to him, pushing down the despair. “The reins didn’t get cut, they snapped,” he said, pointing back at the tree, now off in the distance. He could hear the slight edge of desperation in his own voice and swallowed the fear. “Paco probably just pulled himself off and ran around for a bit. He does that.”

Not wanting to see Everett’s skeptical expression, he turned around and continued to call for his horse.

A half hour passed.

“You don’t have to stay with me,” Mateo said over his shoulder. “I’m grateful for all you’ve done; you don’t have to do any more.”

Everett sighed. “I can’t in good conscience leave you in the forest by yourself.”

“You’re treating me like I’m weak,” he grumbled.

“I’m treating you like a friend,” Everett countered.

Shocked into silence by his sincerity, Mateo could only nod in acceptance before continuing to whistle for his horse.

Forty-five minutes since they entered the forest, and he finally, finally heard a familiar whinny. From behind a thicket, his pal, Paco the grullo mustang, crashed towards him.

“Paquito, you bastard!” he yelled in delight, running up to him. Paco, in return, headbutted him. Shaking off the blow, Mateo laughed and patted the horse’s neck, happy to see him a bit dirty, but otherwise unharmed.

***

Leon’s pure smile, untinged by melancholy or tiredness, was a sight to behold. It was as if Everett was watching the sun rise over the unsullied plains of the east, its golden light warming everything it touched. And so he stood there, watching, a small smile on his face, as Leon reunited with his horse as if he were a boy, a grin on his face and talking to him like he would an old friend.

When Leon finally turned back to Everett, his heart lurched. That golden, brilliant smile with all of its luminosity was directed straight at him, straight at his heart.

“See, told you he was around,” Leon said with a knowing grin, as if he had no doubt in his mind that Paco was just wandering around the area, waiting for him to return.

Everett could only nod, not wanting to spoil his good mood. “Alright, you were right. Now c’mon, let’s head to town and get some sleep. We’ll figure out where to head next in the mornin’.”

***

Mateo stared at Everett’s sleeping form in the moonlight. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to stay; far from it, in fact. But he had to go find Min. She was alone out there, and he wanted to make sure she was safe. He would head north, since that was the direction they were headed, and keep searching for her until he found her.

Then maybe he’d come back. Introduce them. And maybe…

He shook his head. Who was he kidding? He would find Min and they would continue to travel together as they always had, and he would put Everett and his brilliant blue eyes deep into the back of his mind and forget about him.

A soft snore coming from Everett broke his reverie. He leaned over slowly and checked to make sure he was still deeply asleep. He’d made sure of that earlier, the feel of holding him in his hand and sounds of the ranger’s satisfied moans of release still fresh in his memory.

Quietly getting his things, he snuck out of the room they had shared for the night, tiptoed down the stairs in the back of the saloon, and fled into the night.

***

“What the hell.”

Everett looked around, but finding nothing left of Leon, he could only assume that the man couldn’t wait to find his lover. He had been willing to go with him, to assist him in his search, but sooner or later, they’d find this woman, and then what? Leon would leave with her, leaving Everett alone once more.

“Probably better this way,” he muttered, although his heart stung something fierce.

***

Min finally lost the posse, nearly a quarter of the state south. She was safe. Now she just had to heal up, then she was going to turn right back around and murder all of them.

It took her weeks to heal, and another month of bounty work to get the money to restock on the ammunition she’d need to take out the rest of the posse. But she managed. She got her revenge.

But in doing so, she lost sight of the principles that Mateo had tried to instill in her. Be good. Be forgiving. Only kill if necessary.

She never found his body. Of course, after a couple of months, nature must have run its course. All she could find was his spare kerchief; it must have dropped from his pocket as his body was dragged away by animals—

She didn’t want to think about that. After wiping out the whole posse in cold blood, she didn’t want to think at all.

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Part 2 is here.

#rdo oc #fanfic #writing #smut #lemon fanfic #red dead online #original characters #everett osborn #mateo delgado #lin hui min

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rookvonhunt · 3 years ago

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He's asking you to follow him behind the school he has something real cool to show you.

#STILL DONT HAVE A DORM OR SCHOOL FOR HIM SO #if yall want a literal maniac twisted from that one guy #jeef thine keeler #send me yr dorm/school so i can drop him in there #hes not in terrovania bc of janice #so #twst #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #Langley Woodrun

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swift-creates · 3 years ago

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Masterlist (my OCs)

* = Multi-chapter fic

# = Oneshot (or mini-fic)

~ = Infodump post

^ = Edit/moodboard/etc.

! = canon character

Star Wars

character: Strike

~ backstory

~ visual references

* No Heroes Allowed

# In the Stars

character group: Theta Squad

~ backstory + visual references

* No Heroes Allowed

character group: Zero Company

~ backstory + visual references

~ weapons

# Experience outranks everything, Strike’ika

character group: Five and Acho Phoenix

~ backstory

character group: Zeta Squad

~ backstory

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paysonbelov · 7 years ago

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#ayla kell #ayla kell gifs #nakd #nakdfashion #ayla pls #Actor: Ayla Kell.#Post: Gif.#OC: Leah Keeler.

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master-of-gaburincho · 3 years ago

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❗❗ATTENSHUN EVEREEWON!!!❗❗

Da ownur of dis akount haz desidid dat I HAET FETHURED DINOSURS!!! Dey ar soooo duhmb n stupihd!!! Dinosurs r supost to b skerry n meen n luuk liek monstur reptiuls!!! Da Gurassick Parck filmz ar 100% sientificly akarrot an showz hau AWESUM non-fethured dinos ar nd dat dey shuld akt liek keeler monsturz!!

Wee moost reyes twogefer an fase owr troo anemones: Da Sientits who desidid it wuz a gewd ideuh, Oveeraptur, Therryzeenosawrus, an da Yutyranus!! Da Yutyranus suhks an luuks liek a beeg steenky dum burd!!! Dis iz allso a callowt post 4 Bryne_the_Artyrannus on instuhgraham hoo OC iz a steenky Yutyranus!! EYE NO WEAR U LIV!!! THAR IZ NO ESKAYPE!!!

#april fools #😏#dinosaurs #yutyrannus

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entangledmuses · 4 years ago

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MUSES

BY FANDOM:

9-1-1:

Lucy Donato Harvin Jacobs (OC)

BAD BOYS:

Kelly Lewis

BITTEN:

Elena Michaels BRIDGERTON:

Daphne Bridgerton Kate Sheffield/Sharma Sophie Beckett Emma Ashwell (OC) Eliza Montgomery (OC)

BUFFY/ANGEL:

Cordelia Chase Faith Lehane

CHICAGO FIRE:

Stella Kidd Sylvie Brett Lucianna Garcia (OC)

CHICAGO MED:

Jenna Isaacs (OC) (v)

CHICAGO PD:

Hailey Upton Kim Burgess

CRAZY RICH ASIANS:

Astrid Leong

DCEU

Harley Quinn (Selective)

DEMI-GODDESS

Cleopatra Kent (OC) Daughter of Ares Mika Bishop (OC) Daughter of Athena Alba Murphy (OC) Daughter of Iris Lorelai Lakes (OC) Daughter of Hecate Sullivan Thromby (OC) Daughter of Hades

DISNEY: (live action fcs)

Princess Jasmine Megara

DIVERGENT

Christina

FANTASTIC BEASTS

Lally Hicks

FEAR STREET

Cindy Berman

GAME OF THRONES:

Margaery Tyrell Seraphina Varley (OC) (v)

HANSEL AND GRETEL:WITCH HUNTERS:

Gretel (With AU verses)

HARRY POTTER:

Astoria Greengrass Demelza Robbins Ginny Weasley Hermione Granger Padma Patil Parvati Patil Pansy Parkinson Victoire Weasley Lily Evans/Potter Rowena Ravenclaw Everly Keeler (OC) Violet Kerrington (OC)

HEMLOCK GROVE:

Letha Godfrey

HUNGER GAMES:

Madge Undersee

JAMES BOND

Paloma Becka Leithold-Bond (OC)

KINGSMAN:

Roxy Morton

KNIVES OUT: THE GLASS ONION:

Whiskey

LAST KINGDOM:

Eadith of Mercia Katri Mäkinen (OC) (v) Magna Sigurdsdottir (OC) (v) Renia Leifsdottir (OC) (v) Seraphina Varley (OC) (v) Freya Rixon (OC) (v) Rosalia Menendez (OC) (v)

LITTLE WOMEN

Amy March

LOCKWOOD AND CO:

Lucy Carlyle Rylie Theakston (OC) (v)

MCU:

Kate Bishop Maria Hill Michelle ‘MJ’ Jones Natasha Romanoff Sharon Carter Yelena Belova Amelia Hudson (OC) Peyton Coyle (OC) Seraphina Varley (OC) (v)

MUSKETEERS

Anne of Austria Constance Bonacieux Bea Browne (OC) Prudence Mallorey (OC)

MYTH/LEGEND/LORE:

Amphitrite (Greek) Artemis/Autumn (Greek) Hera/Helena (Greek) Persephone (Greek) Athena (Greek) Aphrodite (Greek) Mina Harker (Dracula) Guinevere (Arthurian)

NATIONAL TREASURE: EDGE OF HISTORY:

Jesusita Valenzuela

NARNIA:

Susan Pevensie Freya Rixon (OC) (v) Seraphina Varley (OC) (v)

NIGHT AGENT:

Rose Larkin (Currently Single Ship)

OUTER BANKS:

Kiara Carrera Kelsey Heyward (OC) Cece Roachford (OC)(v) Morgan Kendell (OC)(v)

REIGN:

Mary Stuart Lola Narcisse Katri Mäkinen (OC) (v) Rosalia Menendez (OC) (v)

ROBIN HOOD (BBC):

Marian of Knighton Seraphina Varley (OC) (v)

The ROOKIE:

Grace Sawyer Lucy Chen

SECRET CIRCLE

Diana Meade (Book based)

SHADOWHUNTERS:

Tessa Gray (Infernal Devices) Izzy Lightwood (Show based) Sawyer McIntrye (OC) (v)

The SHANARA CHRONICLES

Eretria

The SOCIETY

Helena Wu Kelly Aldrich

STRANGER THINGS:

Chrissy Cunningham Nancy Wheeler Nicole Holloway (OC) Katherine Hopper (OC) Cassandra Meyer (OC) Audrey Meyer (OC) Flora Cartwright (OC) Morgan Kendall (OC) (v) Walker Benson (OC)(v) Heather Ryder (OC)(v) Eva Timothee (OC)(v) Leah Teverson (OC)

SUPERNATURAL:

Bela Talbot Claire Novak Lisa Braeden Jo Harvelle Donna Hanscum Sarah Blake Alana West: (OC) Grace Harrington (OC) (v) Oria Hernedez (OC) (v) Gretel (Canon with Verse) Henley Knight (OC) Sawyer McIntrye (OC) (v) Harper Tripp (OC) (v) Isla Perkiss (OC) (v) Rylie Theakston (OC) Maya Rallings (OC) (v)

TEEN WOLF:

Lydia Martin Hayden Romero Cora Hale Laura Hale Julia Hale (OC) Dani Delgado (OC) Harper Tripp (OC) (v) Emmy Janson (OC)(v) Rylie Theakston (OC) Maya Rallings (OC) (v) Sofia Perez (OC) (v)

THIS IS US

Sophie Inman

TITANS:

Dawn Granger Donna Troy

TRUE BLOOD:

Jessica Hamby Nora Gainesborough Sookie Stackhouse

The UMBRELLA ACADEMY:

Sloane Hargreeves Lila Pitts Samara Akerman (OC)

VAMPIRE ACADEMY:

Rose Hathaway Sydney Sage Lissa Dragomir

VAMPIRE DIARIES:

Bonnie Bennett Caroline Forbes Katherine Pierce Rebekah Mikaelson

VIKINGS:

Amma Katia Lagertha Katri Mäkinen (OC) (v) Magda Sigurdsdottir (OC) Renia Leifsdottir (OC) Seraphina Varley (OC) (v) Freya Rixon (OC) (v) Rosalia Menendez (OC) (v)

VIRGIN RIVER

Mel Monroe

WEDNESDAY

Wednesday Addams Astra Kernals (OC) (v) Violet Kerrington (OC)- can fit into fandom

The WITCHER:

Renfri Seraphina Varley (OC) (v)

WOLF PACK:

Luna Briggs Emmy Janson (OC) (v) Sofia Perez (OC) (v) Maya Rallings (OC) (v)

OTHER OC’S: though all OCs can be fandomless too

Sidney Hemmingway: Abilities- Sense and Water Augmentation Sloan Hemmingway: Abilities- Camouflage and Projection Adrian Houston - Cop - works in - stranger things, 9-1-1, One Chicago Paige Temple: Paleontologist/Archaeologist Lara Matthews: Abilities: Empath Jenna Isaacs - Med Student Ava Jackson: Bartender/Owner of the Cellardoor Bar Cameron Yates: Bartender at Cellardoor Bar Meredith Price: Museum Curator Gabriella Diaz: Mechanic Sierra Wesley: Traveller Odette Sevigny: French Heiress Harper Tripp: Phoenix - works in: Supernatural, Teen Wolf Avery Collingwood - Marketing executive Lizzie Marsden - Vampire Sawyer McIntrye: Nephilim - works in: Shadowhunters, Supernatural Juliana “Jules” Silva: Teacher Keely Sumners: Art Dealer Taylor Brockhart: Multiverse (Powers, Werewolf, Fandomless) Sofia Perez: Werewolf - works in: Teen Wolf, Supernatural, Wolf Pack Brooke Wilsher: Witch Kate Steiner: Fandomless - works in: Cobra Kai Charlotte Deighton: CEO Isla Perkiss: Witches Familiar - works in: Supernatural, Charmed Emmy Janson: Wolf - works in- Teen wolf, Supernatural, Wolf Pack Lucianna Garcia - EMT OC - works in - One Chicago, 9-1-1 Grace Harrington - Witch OC - works in: Supernatural Oria Hernedez - Demon OC - works in Supernatural Kennedy Waite - Single mother/waitress OC Walker Benson - Precog OC - Verses in - Stranger things, Supernatural Tallulah Spencer - Abilities- Elemental Sadie Hart - Half Fae Faye Sibley - Journalist OC Delia Costillo - Events Planner Rylie Theakston - Abilities - works in - Teen Wolf, Supernatural, Lockwood &Co. Quinn Ashwood - Student Norah Parrish - Yoga Instructor/Fitness Instructor Greyson Ferris - Marine Biologist Amy Hartwell -Single Mum Clara Pennington - Interior Designer Kamile Acer - Hotel Manager/Receptionist Kayleigh Brunton - Singer/Songwriter Blair Kytes - Movie trailer producer Selene Underseth - Water Nymph Maya Rallings - Werewolf Sarah Foster - Photographer Morgan Kendell - Lifeguard - works in - Stranger things, OBX, has Nymph verse Beatrix Browne - Historical OC - works in - Merlin, Last Kingdom, Musketeers Aiyla Kartal - Multiverse - Harry Potter, Royalty, fandomless

SINGLE SHIP Winnet Mallorey: (Single Ship) Second Gen Musketeer child Olivia Isaacs: (singleShip) Chef May Page: (Single Ship) Abilities: Gravitokinesis Ryan Loughman: (Single Ship) Cop Ember Rodriguez: (Single Ship) Pyrokinesis Alyson Kent: (single ship) English Professor - Mother of Cleo Nicole Robinson (Single ship) Sister of Cassie Robinson Zoey Upstead (Single Ship) Ex Fiance of Peter Sutherland

#mobile muse list #cause the page isn't working #so lets hope this does :D #long post

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oberlincollegearchives · 4 years ago

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Oberlin Women in Leadership: Harriet Louise Keeler

Harriet Louise Keeler (1846-1921, OC 1870) was an educator and naturalist. She graduated from Oberlin College in 1870 with a B.A. from the college department. That same year Keeler began teaching English in the Cleveland Public Schools. She was later appointed the principal of Central High School. Keeler retired from the Cleveland Public Schools in 1908 after working as a teacher and administrator for forty years. In 1912 she began working for the Cleveland Public Schools again as the first female superintendent, a position she held from January until September. Keeler firmly believed in women’s suffrage and served as the president of the Cuyahoga County Suffrage Association. She was also a keen naturalist who conducted nature studies across the United States and abroad. During her lifetime Keeler wrote eleven books on plant life, English grammar, and writing techniques, including a series of seven nature guides. Her first book, The Wildflowers of Early Spring, was published in 1894. Many of her nature guides are still printed today. A section of land in the Brecksville Reservation, part of the Cleveland Metroparks, is named in her honor. She was a trustee of Oberlin College.

Sources:

“Harriet Keeler: Author and Teacher.” Cleveland Historical. Accessed April 7, 2020. https://clevelandhistorical.org/items/show/669.

Student File (Harriet Louise Keeler), Alumni & Development Records, O.C.A.

#Oberlin #Oberlin College #Oberlin College Archives #oberlin college libraries #OCL women in leadership #Harriet Keeler #suffrage #Cleveland Metroparks #Cleveland Public Schools

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stumbleimg · 5 years ago

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[OC] Flower, Keeler Needle, Mt Whitney, CA {3264x2448}

#inline reddit: EarthPorn #Photography #Art #EarthPorn #Reddit #Imgur

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nautilus1954 · 11 months ago

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1. Crovin

12. Anyone

1. What's your OC's favorite Christmas cookie?

Crovin, sugar cookies.

12. What would your OC ask for Christmas?

Hmm, not really sure what everyone would want. Keeler's would simply be hanging out with one another, but other than that I've got nothing.

#nautilus answers #oc #ocs #crovin #my friend the demon

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empathicstars · 5 years ago

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Roleplay history !

The rules are simple ! Post ten characters you’d like to roleplay as, have role-played as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same ( if you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people ). Aside from that, please repost instead of reblogging !

“Currently” playing :

Aella ( wow, you’ve found her! )

Ania ( sideblog, Star Trek OC )

Willow ( fandomless sci-fi OC )

Neoma ( a billion verses but originally Skyrim )

Want to play :

Ursula from Fire Emblem

Nino from Fire Emblem

Bramimond from Fire Emblem

Like a BILLION hardly named, hardly seen side-characters from Star Trek

Edith Keeler

The empath from the Star Trek episode “The Empath”

EDIT: OH GOD I FORGOT KEIKO O’BRIEN FROM TNG AND DS9, I’d die for her

Have played / would like to play again :

Izetta from Shuumatsu no Izetta

Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid

Kara from Detroit: Become Human ( I Miss Her but I STILL haven’t seen the video game )

Adaline from The Age of Adaline

Carmen from The Book of Life

Elsa from Frozen

Tagged by : @invelleity Tagging : @atethrough @herousanimarum @thebookofsands @ltbroccoli @aviophobic @fateprotected @quantumstarpaths @brashir @seengalaxies @rumdaydreams

#( out of language. )#( about the mun. )#[ oCCASIONALLY I'll miss the muses in 'have played' but like. tbh I'll probably not bring anyone back #MAYBE Kara eventually. Who Knows.#and I MAY make a FE multi-muse once i can drag myself to finish it but. OTHER THAN THAT. YOU'RE STUCK WITH MY OCS BABEY ]#( tagging games. )

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 5 years ago

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I was tagged by @avengiers!!!

1. favorite color: teal, always! 2. top 3 favorite ships: oh damn um... I’m not actually sure that I can really choose but my current obsessions are Cammie Morgan x Macey McHenry, Payson Keeler x Kelly Parker, and Piper McLean x Annabeth Chase 3. lipstick or chapstick: red lipstick one hundred fucking percent y’all 4. last song i listened to: Good To Be Bad from Descendants 3 5. last movie i watched: Men In Black International and jfc I’m so bi (and ready to make an oc if I can find a good fc lmao) 6. currently reading: rereading the Gallagher Series, always

I tag @lorettastwilight @agb-random and @stallisaacshoe

#about me #tag game #tagged #maddie talks

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headcanonseverywhere · 6 years ago

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Hogwarts Houses - HP OCs

Same concept as the Cabins List I did for our PJO OCs, expect this time it’s with our HP ones ^u^

If I missed anyone, got your OC’s house wrong, or said that your OC was made by someone else, please let me know! :)

Canon characters aren’t included.

Gryffindor

Mariah Fenwick - Shannyn

Daphne Wildes - Shannyn

Helena Appleton - Ann

Victoire Leferve - Max

Misha Bristow - Raven

Ned Kirby - Rex

Frankie Fox - Logan

Ravenclaw

Eric Walker - Nessa

Diana Green - Nessa

Kade Maruyama - Erica

Quill Valentine - Shannyn

Seamus McMillan - Shannyn

Cillian Keeler - Emily

Domino Monroe - Ericka

Dev Amaro - Logan

Henry Priest - Ann

Slytherin

Jane Collins - Nessa

Angus Macdougall - Ann

Olympia Antonescu - Max

Raj Nair - Max

Ophelia Abbot - Ericka

Owen Lawton - Logan

Hufflepuff

Madison Walker - Nessa

Spencer Guildford - Erica

Peyton Elphee - Shannyn

Fiona Detweiler - Romy

Vesper Mainard - Max

Jay McMillan - Raven

Ollie Eldaher - Rex

Juno Jones - Ericka

Vivie Keo - Logan

#this was a lot quicker to make than the pjo one #we should talk more about our hp ocs!#i should talk more about my hp ocs!#authors assemble #hp ocs

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As my stories are OC-centric, I... have quite a few. 👉👈

I am only going to focus on my Original Characters from Legacies of War as most of those characters and their backgrounds are fully developed. I have also linked their character cards if anyone wants to see what they look like!

(This got a little long, so everything is under the cut so I don't clog up the dash.)

The Main Character:

A Karshi-Mandalorian by birth, not much is currently confirmed about the MC's identity. However, there are some important details that can be drawn from the text. After serving in the Galactic Civil War, this mercenary is looking for other Mandalorians who survived the Great Purge. The Mandalorian seeks out the men responsible, takes revenge, and draws the ire of a powerful and alarming enemy.

Tani Kudra:

Tani was born on Ryloth in the middle of the Clone Wars. Her parents, Janii Allhan and Sahv Kudra, were working-class laborers from a village outside the Capitol Lessu. This is where her father would die in a Separatist bombardment. Her mother would then raise Tani mostly by her own. When Tani is seven years old, she is kidnapped on her way home from school by Imperial Slavers who were aided by her babysitter's boyfriend. Tani was one of the many young women kept at Caran Zeru’s ‘bathhouse’ on Rhonu. Before that, Zeru and Qu had her bouncing around world-to-world doing their dirty work at various other bathhouses that the two men owned. She was forced to do this for about fifteen years until she helped a mercenary take down Zeru.

Idas Tresse:

Idas is Dosirian, a species of near-humans from the small mid-rim planet of Kisa Dossir. His species tends to appear monochromatic, with skin colors that range from off-white to dark grey, all with a slight bluish-tint, in part because of the lack of sunlight on the planet and less oxygen in their blood.

Idas went to school on Kisa Dossir where he met his ex-husband, a Pantoran named Jair Sineda. They would marry after graduation and move to Chandrila where they would adopt a loth-cat they name Foo. The two will finalize their divorce after the war.

Idas is blind in one eye and deaf in one ear after surviving an explosion during the battle of Avau. He currently works as an engineer at Garren Space Port on Chandrila and lives in public-housing provided by the Chandrilian government for their veterans.

Farr Relkin

Farr was born on Devaron just before the start of the Clone Wars to Elsha Relken and Vien Sai. His mother, Elsha, owned and operated the small garment shop where she and her mother, Valin Relken, raised Farr while his father, a merchant, was often far from home.

Farr was a curious child who spent hours exploring the jungles of Devaron with friends, eventually becoming a defiant and rebellious teen. He would meet and fall for Haal Jannav around this time and the two would marry after she gets pregnant. Following the birth of their daughter, Maru, Farr took an easy job at a space port unloading goods from freights. Farr and his mother took on the majority of the care-work for Maru as Haal finished her last year at the Serat Institute of Higher Education.

Following the Montellian Massacre in 1 BBY, Farr’s rebellious nature lead him to join the new Alliance to Restore the Republic. Farr was assigned to Baker Company some-time after Yavin where he meets the MC and Idas. The three of them fought on Deith, Ka’at, Attahox, and Keeler where Farr stole the imperial fatigues to keep from freezing when their company was cut off from Alliance forces. Farr, an exceptional tracker, would later be reassigned to take part in a program that created Covert Teams from Special Forces Regiments of the Alliance’s forces. He and Haal would divorce during this time.

Dev Tarien

Dev was born on Coruscant where he grew up with his younger sister Lani just outside the Commerce District where their parents worked at a computer-chip manufacturing factory. Both Dev and Lani have clear memories of the Clone Wars and the Jedi, including the Battle of Coruscant. He remembers his parents’ distaste for both the war and the Jedi.

With the rise of the Empire and a renewed need for Imperial ships, Dev’s parents found themselves with new jobs at a new Imperial factory. They receive raises and are transferred to Corellia around 17 BBY. Dev and Lani would both finish school and go on to attend an Imperial academy on Corellia where they would graduate in 7 BBY and 5 BBY, respectively.

Dev would go on to get a job at the Imperial Security Bureau creating surveillance technology and security programming for the Empire. After his sister’s disappearance, Dev would flee and join the Rebel Alliance. An Intelligence Officer, he served alongside the MC and Farr Relkin in the Alliance’s fledgeling Special-Forces devision. Most of what they did remains classified.

Toward the end of the war, Dev lost both his legs and his arm in a gunship accident/explosion. He makes use of prosthetics and a wheelchair to get around. He currently lives on Coruscant with his significant-other, a togruta named Lorara Jafeli.

Xyris Thane:

Famously known as “Operative X,” Xyris Alezander Thane was born on Coruscant, the only son of two members of the Coruscanti elite. His mother doted on him, but he would grow to resent her as weak and ineffectual for never standing up to his abusive father.

Xyris would graduate one of the top in his class not long after the fall of the Republic and would find a job with the Imperial Security Bureau. A young man with lots of “promise,” he rose through the ranks quickly. As a young officer, he would discover Zeru’s side business and use the threat of violence and intimidation to convince Zeru to let him in on a cut of the profit and “product.”

Thane would rise to importance among the criminal underworld, becoming the kingpin of what were formerly Zeru’s operations. With a network of slavers, the cooperation of Syndicates, and an entire curiser worth of troops at his disposal, Thane laid waste to planets across the galaxy, trafficking tens of thousands of war captives, and becoming well known for his hand in the genocide on Ivat and the decimation of the Mandalorian Clan-System during The Great Purge.

Nor and Zann:

Nor believes she was born on Onderon where her impoverished and young mother would abandon her. She would be picked up by Zygerrian slavers in a public plaza and spend most of her life in bondage. She would change hands several times until coming into the hands of Xyris Thane. He would imprison her on Rhonu under the watch of Lian Qu and Caran Zeru.

After discovering she is pregnant, Nor successfully breaks free with Tani’s aid. She and her son, Zann will move from planet to planet looking for work and a home for several years until a widow named Obria approaches them and offers them a place and work on the remote planet of Zavos.

Okay self promotion time!

Reblog this post and shamelessly promote your Star Wars oc(s) in a reply/addition.

Write a little summary of their story, ramble about them, link a few of your favorite posts you’ve made about them, or add some artwork you drew.

Shamelessly promote your creativity and your storytelling! The floor is yours!

And then! Go through the notes of this post and read a bit about others ocs! Listen to their stories and appreciate their creativity, and maybe follow a few people!

Use this post as a way to share your ideas with others and to find new stories you love!

I know sometimes it can be hard to share your ocs/ideas with others, and I know sometimes it can feel awkward to ask others about their ocs, so please use this post as a stepping off point!

Share your ideas and find others!

#Legacies of War #Original Characters #I really rambled about them #Star Wars #I cannot wait to see what everyone else shows off

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