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#RANCHER AU
stridersdiner · 8 months
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Rancher!Graves x gn!Reader
Quiet mornings with Phil.
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The ol' rambler house, on the ranch property.
For once, he sleeps in. Not by much, only just as the sky starts getting lighter. The sheets are crumpled over the both of you, legs tangled together and arms sprawled. He pulls you closer subconsciously as he slowly opens his eyes, grunting at the sight of one of the dogs staring up at him from your side of the bed.
He tries his best to slip out of bed without waking you, bless his heart, but it's difficult when he's just pulling himself off the mattress and you paw over his side, eyebrows furrowing when you don't feel him near.
"Sorry, sweetheart," he leans back down to kiss your forehead. "You can go back t' sleep if you want."
You pull at his shirt, trying your best to pull him back to sweet slumber, but his chest rumbles with quiet laughter.
"C'mon, baby, y'know I gotta get up." He runs a hand through your hair, thumb brushing over your cheek before his hand settles on the nape of your neck. "I'll make y' some tea, alright?"
He pulls away hesitantly, tucking you back under the blanket before he pads out of the room to brush his teeth. You drag yourself up eventually, clutching one of the brightly coloured throws around your shoulders as you make your way to the kitchen.
Phil can't help but smile as you waddle in, and he hugs you until the kettle starts whistling.
Mugs of tea and coffee in hand as you two sit on the big rocking chairs on the front porch. It's serene; gentle breeze brushing through the grass, birds chirping, dogs resting by their feet. He sighs, sinking back into the rocker as the sun pulls itself up from over the horizon.
He decides to take an easy day, making up his mind after making his rounds to check up on and feed the animals. The kitchen is warm, low hum of the radio as you work over the stove. He smiles as he kicks off his boots and pulls his gloves off in the mudroom, and he slips into the washroom to scrub his hands.
"Phil?" Called from the kitchen.
"Yes, puddin'?" He says, pulling himself around to the kitchen, wiping his hands on the thighs of his jeans.
You turn you head to look at him over your shoulder, and you smile at him. His heart melts.
"Made us some breakfast."
"Little late for that, ain't it?"
He slides up behind you, strong arms snaking around your waist and his nose burying in the crane of your neck while he watches you twirl the handle of the spatula in your hand.
"Better late than never."
"Thank you, angel."
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bubbledtee · 11 months
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ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ
ʀᴀɴᴄʜᴇʀ!ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʜᴇᴛꜰɪᴇʟᴅ x ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ
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"if i'd known she was religious, then i wouldn't have come stoned to the house of such an angel, too fucked up to get back home."
- feathered indians, tyler childers. ・❥・
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chapter 1 of multiple
synopsis ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
Lorelei Bernadette Dalton (affectionately known as "Bea" by friends and "Bernie" by family) has known ranching her entire life. Between breaking her first colt at the age of fifteen, and wrangling calves for tagging ever since she was ten, she's well-seasoned.
With knowing ranching, she's known ranch hands, too. She's seen a handful come in and out of Lone Wolf Ranch throughout her twenty-five years of her life, but she's never seen one quite like James. A handsome, yet mysterious, blonde cowboy from everywhere and nowhere that has ventured to Cuchara, Colorado in search of work, he seems to be everything she'd be looking for as the hopeless romantic she is.
Or is he?
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beaconfeels · 9 months
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Another tiny bit from my @steter-bang rancher AU. Y’all this is kicking my ass. My brain is in “no write only scroll” mode. Send help.
Peter has Boyd keep Stiles close to the house. He tells himself it’s because that’s where he’s most useful, which is at least mostly true. There is the hay bailer to be worked on, and Stiles is still working with Derek and the horse. There’s plenty to do with keeping the barn clean too, and Stiles even helps out cleaning up around the place, from flowerbeds to floors. He’s a hard worker, gets along with everyone, and they’ve got a full crew for range work this year, it’s just sensible.
But it’s been a week, and maybe Peter has gotten used to having lunch with Stiles on the porch. Maybe he’s gotten used to catching glimpses of him around the place, wearing the cowboy hat Erica insisted on giving him. Maybe he likes the bright sound of Stiles’s laugh, and the way Derek laughs now too, his shoulders loose and easy.
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jankwritten · 1 year
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Jasico AU but it's 10 years in the future and they tried dating when they were teenagers but it just didn't work out and afterwards Jason couldn't keep up with his feelings, something complicated about how Nico loved him but he didn't feel like he could trust Jason to love him back for the right reasons kind of thing, and Jason basically disappeared from camp for like. A year straight. Didn't contact anyone but Chiron and Dionysus, and by the time he showed back up, Nico was dating someone new, too pissed off at him to actually talk to him, and preparing to move out of camp.
So, essentially, they drifted apart despite still loving one another.
CUT TO: the ten years later section
Nico lives somewhere out in the mortal world, probably on a farm or some shit, maybe something that he bought with his partner but inevitably wound up in alone. I think he'd work with rehabilitating animals, something he picked up from working with Will in the infirmary and found he really loved. Hazel lives with him (she and Frank didn't pan out in the end) and helps him from time to time, but she's got her own job and doesn't really have much experience with animals aside from horses anyway. Nico's just glad that she's there, because otherwise it would get really lonely. He's got other friends, obviously, the members of the seven love to drop by and hang out not to mention the other friends Nico has made along the way (Pollux, probably other OCs that I love dearly like Persephonus or Kyle Bane).
So of course, Jason Grace shows up one day with an injured hellhound puppy. Jason's covered in cuts and bruises and injuries but he doesn't seem to notice or care (how cliche of him) as he practically begs Nico to save the puppy which, yeah, of fucking course he will even if the thing terrifies the shit out of him. He does help mythological creatures, but he tends to hand them off to CHB or CJ since they tend to attract monsters and he doesn't want to put any of his other animals at risk.
He tries to ask Jason literally any questions for context but he just blows them off one way or another, either claiming that he can't talk about a quest (which, he's still doing quests? Percy doesn't even do quests anymore) or that he just found the hellhound (which is obviously a lie because nobody just finds a hellhound pup) or that he's fine (which, hello, Jason Grace putting fresh bloodstains on his couch). So obviously Something's Up With Jason Grace and apparently, just like when he was seventeen, he refuses to fucking talk about it.
Nico is PISSED as he is because seriously? SERIOUSLY!? Jason shows up on HIS doorstep after ignoring him for EIGHT YEARS (or however long it's been at that point) and asks for help and then WON'T FUCKING TALK ABOUT IT???? So obviously they have some *cough* unresolved tension there. So Nico just gives up and tells Jason to fucking sleep on the couch and leave in the morning if that's all he needs and Jason agrees (assuming Nico is angry at him for being there, not assuming he's angry that Jason is being distant and cagey) and so they go their separate ways.
Until like, a week later, Jason shows up with aother injured animal - this time a mortal one! But it's an owl, and Nico doesn't know SHIT about owls and he can't just tell Jason to go to a bird snactuary because Jason is ONCE AGAIN covered in injuries that he refuses to explain and so Nico has to call ANNABETH for HELP and he's just fuming at her the whole time.
it would continue from there, the worrying trend of Jason appearing to gift Nico an injured beast and then fucking off for weeks-months at a time, each time with an increasingly worrying number of scars and abrasions, until EVENTUALLY! Jason himself is the wounded beast. Nico walks out onto his front porch to drink some O and eat some waffles and OPE there is a LUMP OF MAN passed out on his front porch stretched out like he made it up the stairs but couldn't quite reach the front door and THAT'S SO FUCKING WORRYING
So Nico drags Jason inside panicking and gets him set up on the couch (fuck you Grace fuck you fuck you I JUST fucking cleaned the bloodstains out of these FUCKING cushions) and tips some nectar down his throat and tries his best to clean off the wounds, which proves difficult by virtue of them being LITERALLY EVERYWHERE and he never really realised it before but Jason smells AWFUL like he hasn't showered in ages and what the hell is up with that etc etc etc
By the time Jason is conscious again (a worrying amount of time later) Nico has contained his anger to a small caged part of himself and is very calm and collected when he demands Jason explain what the fuck is going on. He refuses to take the answers Jason offers until he finally caves and explains himself, apologising for his behavior and that he'd get out of Nico's hair the second he's better.
Nico is absolutely NOT taking that, obviously. Calls in reinforcements (Leo Piper Percy) to try and talk some sense into Jason while he goes to Will/Pollux and SCREAMS about Jason. Really just all the shit he's unloaded in therapy about him over the years, which obviously these two already know but they let him get it out and then they console him for a while and then talk to him about what the hell they can do to help.
THIS ALL CULMINATES INTO: Jason Grace, ranch/farmhand. Cowboy Jason Grace who helps Nico with the animals and helps him with his vegetable/fruit gardens and fixes up parts of the house Nico's never been able to get around to fixing up himself. Jason moves into one of the MANY spare bedrooms and Hazel nudges Nico in the side every single time Jason does all the dishes by hand in the mornings after they eat and Jason still sneaks off somewhere every night and comes home bloodied but Nico acts like he doesn't notice that because Jason comes home.
Dunno where I would want this to go - inevitably Jasico would get heads out of asses and talk to each other about shit, but I'm not sure what I would want Jason to be up to (godly fight club? indebted to a minor god over a fuckup? potentially still trying to complete quests despite being nearly twenty seven years old? the world may never know) or really how they get together BUT. the idea is so fun. and i like it so much.
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tastytaboo · 2 years
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DinLuke Alternate First Meeting Edit
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Alternate Meeting: Din finds Luke because Ahsoka straight up tells him Luke owns a ranch on a mostly abandoned planet and is planning on building a Force school on the land.
Din settles down to help with the unsavories and the animals so that he can still be with Grogu while the kid trains.
(Also with a "modern" slightly alternate edit of just ranch dads)
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the-engdyssey · 1 year
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Day 4: Farm Life
Ship: Arthur Kirkland x Elizabeth I (reincarnated) x Alfred F. Jones
Cowritten with: @phantom-wolf
Summary: Elizabeth owns a ranch and her beloveds work alongside her to keep it running smoothly. Arthur brings his skills as a veterinarian to help Duchess, Elizabeth's treasured mare give birth. With help from the head ranch hand and her other love Alfred they do their best to help Duchess deliver her foal. Then they are left with a conundrum: a horse with no name...
Note: Due to various circumstances, this piece could not be posted in time for the event. But we still wanted to share it as soon as we could on here, and we hope that you enjoy it as late as it is! Hopefully it shows up in the tags for the event even if it can’t be rebloged to the event’s page. 
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pan-fried-autism · 1 year
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Finally got the Rancher AU finished! Grem and Nikolai (@bowlerhatwearer) go to work at the Far Far Range, and Splat goes with them :]
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hybbart · 16 days
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Day 2394: The ranchers run into Oli and Joe, who've returned to the remains of Joe's favourite diner to try and get the arcade machines working again. A little finagling and generous use of the rancher's generator later, Tango gets pinball up and running while Jimmy makes space for the four to camp out safely.
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applestruda · 9 months
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bkau ranchies where tango helps make jimmy prosthetic wings
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lunarcrown · 4 months
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+ I slithered here from eden, just to sit outside your door +
More hels to pay fun I went goofy silly on because I wanted to play with TEXTURE and so!!!!! Angst!!! Collared tango!! He is so sad…..so hopeful….so broken……but a gilded angel and a server full of people who care about him aren’t letting him fall :,,)
Close up shots bc tumblr will probably eat the lovingly laid in texture BOOHOOO
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stridersdiner · 8 months
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Rancher!Graves x gn!Reader
You visit the ranch to dote on his animals. He's curious about something.
𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞.
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"You any good at ridin'?"
The question catches you off guard. You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, crouched onto the ground, the little calf nuzzling its head playfully into your hands. Phil's smile isn't as devious as you thought it would be. In fact, it's sweet, curious. And your mind fizzles as you replay his words in your head, almost disappointed that it was a genuine question. He stands at ease, arm crossed over his broad chest, resting the weight of himself through his hip against the fence.
"Kinda question is that?"
He shrugs. "You'd be surprised at the amount'a folk who can't saddle up properly."
"And it's a mystery as to why you think that," you simper, rolling your eyes as you turn yourself back to the calf, who's been circling you for the past minute and a half to catch your attention.
"I reckon yer daddy would've taught ya' young?"
And you nod. "No escaping it. Part of life here, isn't it?"
"Yeah, suppose so."
The silence lingers for a moment as you play with the calf like it's a puppy, and, as he stares at you, Phil can't help but think about how the two of you even became friends and how your relationship got friendlier with each rodeo trophy he's received. About the first one.
Lights brighter than the sun beam down on the area, lighting them and the next few miles of empty land up like a military base. His ears are pounding from the speakers, the crowd, the confetti, and the blank shots fired in the air as he smiles from ear to ear, shaking hands, and holding up the metal horse triumphantly as the flashes of cameras go off at all angles. And when he turns around to start making his way off of the stage, he's swarmed with congratulations, whistles, pats on the back. Someone is lazily attempting to hand him a half drunken beer, and he can only laugh as the fella drops it by accident. Everything is so quick. It only takes about four more steps before he's approached again, this time by two. A fan and their pa, he can only assume. But when the pounding in his ears goes away and everything is silent for a moment as he locks eyes with them, he pushes out a big breath he didn't know he had been holding. He has to remind himself that their father is talkin' to him, and he rips his gaze away to pay attention. His chest tightens as the pounding comes back, and he can hear cheers and shouts again. A picture? Phil smiles. "Oh, 'course! Y' wanna hold the check?" He hands it over and you take it shyly, hands smaller than his fumbling to find a good grip on it as he steps over to stand next to you. Your father is just beaming behind the camera as he brings it up to find an angle. "Get closer! I promise they don't bite, Phil, I raised 'em better than that." And you feel him shuffle closer with a step. His arm cages over your shoulder as he leans in, and you catch a trace of his cologne just under the smell of horse, cattle, and sweat. You smile nervously, just like the year before this, and the year before that. You barely have the mind to register that Phil had moved away from you to your dad as he showed him the picture. They laugh together, hum of their conversation filling your ears but no words to discern. Too focused on him. Your heart jumps to your throat when his smile doesn't falter after he catches you staring. Your dad shuffles off, spotting some friends a little ways away, and you're left with him. The silence between you two is sharp- like you can feel it in your head. He purses his lips as he taps two fingers on the check, trying to get your attention again. "Wanna get a drink sometime?"
His eyes focus on you again. You look up at him from the ground, head tilted as you stare back into blue.
"You alright there, cowboy?"
He shifts on his feet as he uncrosses his arms, stepping over to crouch down next to you.
"Never better, darlin'," he reaches down to run his hand over the calf's brown coat. "Didn't answer my question though."
"Huh?"
You turn to look at him again. There's that devilish smile he's been hiding.
"Any good at ridin'?"
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rozugold · 6 months
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Tommy but he’s a bit older :]
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beaconfeels · 10 months
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This year for the @steter-bang I’m working on a ranch AU. Here’s a little snippet.
His love of horses started with a horse named Rusty. When Stiles was young, his mom and he used to visit his uncle’s farm for six weeks every summer. One year, his uncle got a horse that had been abused by its previous owner. There had never been a horse on the farm before, and this one was skittish and too thin, but Stiles fell in love immediately.
Uncle Aaron had hired a man named Jensen Turner to work with the horse—not being much of a hand with them himself—and Stiles had fallen in love with Jensen Turner too. Jensen was a solid, steady man, who didn’t talk much, but never seemed impatient with Stiles’s endless questions either.
At home, he’d gotten used to increasingly short answers and shorter tempers as his parents dealt with the stress of his mom’s as yet unknown illness. He couldn’t have known then what a nightmare the next few years would be, and the lifeline that the farm and Rusty would become for him, but even then he clung to this quiet, gentle man, and the way he made it feel okay for Stiles to be himself again.
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mellioops · 3 months
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Random thing from my surfer tango/mermaid jimmy au (thinking about calling it mersurf au lol)
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nelsaqift · 4 months
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[tma au] hey remember when this whole thing actually revolved around the dread powers like the source material. yeah me neither
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shepscapades · 1 year
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More on Jimmy Who Knows Less Than Nothing About Androids (in which the fire inside Tango’s hands combined with the force of his shell cracking/popping probably forced some wires loose, so Tango now has to guide Jimmy through fixing and reconnecting everything. It takes, um… a little longer than Tango was expecting it to, but hey! At least he can use his hands now!)
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