HOMEWARD BOUND: PROLOGUE 5
???: Hey boys!~
???: You looking for some fun? ;)
Crowd: OOOOOH......!
???: Teeheehee!~
KYLE: HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH?!?!????????!!?!
STAN: Yup, good ole Kenny McCormick.
SPARKY: 😊🏳️⚧️?
KENNY: Stanley Marsh!!! What a lovely surprise..!
KYLE: ???????????????????????
STAN: (dude just play along,)
STAN: Miss McCormick, looking as beautiful as ever.
STAN: *snickering*
KENNY: *stiftling laughter* Why thank you, darling! You're always such a gentleman, hehe~
KYLE: (Oh my days,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,)
KENNY: Hmmmm...........??
KENNY: Why hello there...... I see old Stanley's brought along company.. He smells less like horseshit and more like a looooooooooootta money.....
KYLE: H
KENNY: My, he's adorable...!
KYLE: HU HH WHU HU UH
STAN: *through tears* kenny i will pop a vessel if you dont stop right now oh my god
STAN: *deep breath*
STAN: Let that boy go, he's (heheheheh) not your new toy..... (heheheheh)
KENNY: *pitched giggling, shifting into a more masculine laughter*
KENNY: Alright, sorry, haha,
KYLE: H HHH hH
KENNY: Anyways, you two might wanna step away from the bank.
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Homeward Bound 1
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Welcome to my newest wip, because dragons are my absolute favorite fantasy creature. Also, please leave canon at the door, this is a full on fantasy AU we're now entering.
Seriously. I have so much world building already done for this. Come ask me questions.
We've got a bit of a slow burn, dragons, baby dragons, and drama. What more could you want?
Eventual Simon Riley x f!reader
Warnings: Swearing, fantasy au rules, literal dragons.
Word count: 1k
You huffed as, yet again, Kyle and John invaded the nesting area. They had gotten more polite over the last weeks, but still.
Truly, though, you couldn't entirely blame them. They were both in the group for this upcoming Hatching, and were very eager. John had been passed over last time, and Kyle was new this time.
You would never tell them, but you had a good feeling for them, for this season.
“Quiet down,” you told them, stern and no-nonsense, refusing to smile at their silliness.
“Aw, we jus’ wanted te see,” John wheedled, his northern accent still strong despite his time in the capital.
You rolled your eyes. “Quietly, then,” you stressed, taking a quick look round. Most of the dragons were still calm, only one or two first timers fidgety and anxious. Good enough. Nothing to fuss over.
Kyle nodded eagerly, making a face at John. But the two were quick to look around the nests, whispering to each other.
You just closed your eyes and leaned back in your seat. They'd be fine. And if they weren't, they'd get hissed at.
Good enough.
Yawning briefly, you blinked lazily up at the ceiling of the cave, which stretched far above your head. Strategic perches had been hewn into the rock over generations of dragons, giving plenty of spaces above the hatching grounds for the dragons to observe. The seating had been added for humans to observe, long before you.
In a matter of weeks, the seats would be filled, and the cave would be the site of great joy once again.
Kyle cleared his throat softly, prompting you to look at him instead of the ceiling. You raised one eyebrow in silent question.
“You know best,” he murmured with a little smile. “How are they looking?”
“Healthy,” you murmured. “No issues that I can see. It's a good clutch this year.”
“Good.” Kyle smiled, clearly pleased. “That's good to hear.”
“You don't have long to wait now,” you encouraged gently, taking pity on the young man.
He nodded, looking at the nests and the mothers with something akin to awe in his eyes. “Not long,” he agreed in a murmur.
Your lips twitched in a smile, a little against your will. You had appearances to maintain, after all. “Go on,” you murmured. “Either go say hi to some of them, or go elsewhere.”
He shot you a look, a little startled and a little betrayed, but he nodded. He made the smart choice and went to the silver near you, greeting her. He'd be fine.
You, instead, looked for John to make sure he wasn't getting into trouble. It took you a moment to spot him, way out by Ilsbet. Rather to your surprise, she had tucked him into her nest.
Could be first-timer instincts, although most first-time mothers went the other way and drove everyone away from their nests…
You meandered your way over there, smiling when Ilsbet chirruped at you in greeting, stretching her head out to gently nudge your shoulder. “Hi, sweetheart,” you murmured, scratching under her chin. “You seem to have a pest in your nest.”
“Oi!” John's indignation was muffled somewhat.
Ilsbet purred, trying to encourage you closer. Probably so she could tuck you into her nest along with John.
“No, sweetheart.” You patted her nose. “I can't. We've talked about this, remember?”
She drooped, massive green body only squishing John a little. He oofed.
“Oh come now,” you scolded gently. “None of that, hm? Or your rider will insist I'm tormenting you.”
“Are you not?” The dry question came from behind you.
You didn't jump, but you did slowly turn to look. Ilsbet's rider was big and broad, blonde hair kept short, the usual fabric covering the lower half of his face. Brown eyes stared at you, impassive and unimpressed.
“No, Simon. I am not tormenting your dragon.” You kept your tone flat as you spoke to him, none of the teasing warmth you had for Ilsbet coming through.
Simon grunted once and stepped around you, staring down at John in his dragon's nest. “Out.”
“But–” John started to protest.
“Out,” Simon repeated, crossing his arms over his chest.
John sighed but got out of the nest carefully. Ilsbet didn't even notice, busy purring and chirping at her rider. You did catch a glimpse of four eggs, shells still soft beige flecked with gold. Good.
You were quick to back off and leave Simon alone. He was notorious for being difficult to get close to, even among the riders. And since this was Ilsbet's first time nesting… Well. You expected him to be extra grumpy.
But the hatching wasn't that far away now, thankfully.
You made your way back over to your seat, settling down again. In a little while, you'd check on the mothers, see if they needed anything. See if you could get another count on the eggs.
But that would be in a little bit. For now, you found Kyle and John, watching them talk quietly. Your gaze wandered back to Simon, taking in the breadth of his shoulders, the way his body language had softened as he spoke to his dragon.
He did have a heart. You'd known that, of course. You'd been at the hatching when he'd been selected. Dragons didn't select people who were heartless.
Although how such a sweet dragon had selected someone as reserved as Simon… You would never understand.
John and Kyle left, and Simon left not long after them. Your domain returned to quiet, the sand warm even through your shoes. All was as it should be.
You breathed out slowly, eyes drooping half-closed again. This was better.
Not too much longer until the hatching.
Not that you went a single day without seeing Simon, as he came in to check on Ilsbet often. It was almost like he didn't trust you.
Honestly, you weren't sure if it was just you, or if he was just like that in general. After several days of dealing with him, you were inclined to think he was just like that.
Well. The hatching would be over soon, and then it was unlikely you'd see much of him for three more years.
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HOMEWARD BOUND: PROLOGUE 3
STAN: Thanks for the drinks, Butters.
BUTTERS: Of course! Uh, be on your way now, and be safe you two!
BUTTERS: .....and be back soon, fellas!
STAN: You know I'll be back.
BUTTERS: Heheh, sure do!
(DRUNK: BLERUUGHHGHRHGH::;+:+"!!)
(KYLE: Good grief.....)
STAN: Alright, see ya!
STAN: Come on, cowpoke, let's get moving.
STAN: Alright then, now you've met my-
(DRUNK: BLLRURUHGGHHHHEHH.,.,.--)
STAN: WOAH!! Easy there, partner, dont go hurling up your insides there, Christ!
KYLE:
STAN: Phew! I sure do love this town.
STAN: Heheh..
KYLE:
STAN:
KYLE: .....So?
STAN: So.... what?
KYLE: Aren't you going to tell me what happened to his eye? No grueling cowboy tales of- I don't know- Gunslingers of the west and bloody, near fatal injuries?
STAN: huh who's eye
KYLE: Butters' eye! God!
STAN: Okay, simmer down! It's not all that impressive, just from a bar fight from a few years back.. No big deal!
KYLE: Bar fight? I can't imagine Butters in a bar fight..
KYLE: That doesn't seem right at all. He's far too sweet... Too wimpy even, no offense.
STAN: Oh yeah, that's probably because he wasn't directly involved.
KYLE:
STAN:
(KYLE: .........goddamnit.)
KYLE: SO? What happened?
STAN: Why, aren't you nosey..
STAN: And stop talking so loud. If Butters hears you talking 'bout his eye he'll get all self conscious about it.
KYLE: Oh. Sorry.
STAN: It's alright. Ya didn't know.
STAN: Well, if it really itches that much I suppose I might as well break it down for ya.
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