#homeward au

[cloudysunflowr]

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[crystalmagpie447]

ouhghy random

moon

Falls over and dies

[snifsnoof]

homeward bound

part II of my cowboy au! i tried my hardest illustrating backgrounds, but here they are:

stan is introducing kyle to the old life. teaching him how to set up camps and tents, how to ride a horse properly, how to shoot a gun, etc. etc. etc. from the wide open plains, the deepest, darkest forests to even the rowdiest of saloons in town, theres nothing kyle isnt willing to see.

oh, and meet leopold 'butters' stotch: bartender and town nice guy. lost his eye to a specific outlaw in a bar fight many a years back. any guesses as to who it might be? ;D

part I

[spcowboyau]

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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[writeforfandoms]

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.

[widenedwings]

"Hoping I'm First"

SOOOO OBSESSED WITH THIS COWBOY SP AU!!

Please check it out at @spcowboyau if you haven't already and its wonderful creators @snifsnoof and @emersk33

[numptypylon]

Modern au Rayllum alternate versions of some recent fanarts, because with some tweaks, they fit my modern au verse (Cottage Cuddles series on Ao3) pretty well. It’s a housemates-to-lovers/idiots-to-lovers slowburn, taking place in rural Scotland.

Snuggles work well for the end of Home Free (10K event fic that took off in my brain and spawned a verse, but it’s a complete story on its own). Yoga tease could be at any point in the two years of being housemates it took these dummies to get to that point. Or after, but before is more fun; it’s about the PINING 💕

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: Our homeward steps were just as light

She flipped to the paperwork for the new gentleman, a Mr. A. Z. Fell. He was a retired literature professor, it seemed. He was slated to be in the room next to — oh, this could be a problem —Anthony.

Length: 7,021 Words

AO3 Rating: Teen and Up

Best for: Safe in Public, Human AU, Fluff, Pick-Me-Up

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by On1OccasionFork

*Minor Spoilers* I can imagine a lot of people seeing the "Nursing Home AU" tag and skipping this, expecting it to be sad or not to their tastes. But this is so wonderful! Please give this story a shot! This buoyed my mood so much more than I expected, and (to overuse my favorite phrase) my only complaint is that it's not a million words long. It's silly and sappy, and oh so sweet.

The story is told through Pepper's perspective. She is a nurse at the long-term care home Whickber House and has a soft spot for mischievous resident Crowley. Her observations are delightful, making me smile over Crowley's pranks, and overflowing my heart with affection as he shows her the stars. Things start to settle for Crowley once he meets his new neighbor Aziraphale. We aren't treated to their perspective, which I would eat up in a heartbeat, but the changes are clear to Pepper, and their chemistry shines so brightly even from a distance. They'll always be soulmates, even in timelines where it takes them a little longer to find each other.

Completely safe in public, though it will make your heart swell with fluff and put a smile on your face, I guarantee it. If there was ever to be more in this universe, I would be first in line.

Read it here, fic by On1OccasionFork

[lovestruckay]

Homeward, Chapter 33: “Safety”

(MadaSaku) Shot backwards in time, Sakura finds herself in an unfamiliar land where she begins to, unwittingly, make a reputation for herself. Desperate to find her way home, she makes a deal which may change her life, and the future, forever. Time Travel AU.

[Archive of Our Own] + [Fanfiction.net]

Safely protected within the heart of the jungle by The Pride, Sakura is finally able to begin to heal. As she grieves, she starts to learn what “family” truly means.

[sonxofxgondor]

Wanna know what shatters the very foundation of my soul?

Boromir knew his mother for only 10 years, yet lived for about another 30 without her. 30 years without his mother. Finduilas was gone from his life longer than she was part of it.

[a-tiny-bouquet-of-lizards]

I try to find the strength I need To calm the doubts in my beliefs With the will, I know my heart won't break

And if I have strength then I've belief If I have love my heart still beats Here under stars far from home

[cloudysunflowr]

“¡Surprise!”

Homeward Comic! :oD at least the intro~

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[crystalmagpie447]

h ey

remember

rememberthat post

o ver there

points at this heres the sun that goes with that :333

HUZZAH!!

[snifsnoof]

for the sp requests: Most random au U can think of🤔 I guess this is not a specific request I just like your art please go insane with this

cowboy au because im still not over red dead redemption

CONTEXT UNDER THE CUT

pt II

yes i did in fact go insane with this!! thank you anon 🤔matter of fact i mgiht actually end up making a continuation or a series of these ugh ijust love cowboys and cowboy aus

anyways so i was thinking in this au stan is just your average outlawed cowboy or smt like that and one day he's in the big city just doing some saturday afternoon shopping. he exists the general wares store, ready to put his things on his trusty stallion, sparky (SPARKY CAMEO SPARKY CAMEO), when hes suddenly apporached by a hooded stranger, asking him for a ride out of town. the hooded stranger, he later finds out, is named kyle, and hes running away from his strict, nobleblooded rich family in the big city. kyle has always wanted a taste of the outside world, claiming his family barely even let him exit their house. stan, obviously head over heels for him, has just decided hes taking this kid with him on his travels

thats kinda what i was thinking this au would be, might draw designs for other characters and stuff so lmk what you think!! if you wanna draw this au go ahead <33

[spcowboyau]

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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[writeforfandoms]

Homeward Bound 2

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Your job as the caretaker is rarely boring, especially around nesting time. Fortunately, you're prepared for almost anything.

Warnings: Swearing, accidental self harm (walking on hot sand), bits of backstory.

Word count: 1k

Your room off the hatching grounds was small, with just the necessities. A simple bed, a small table for some jerky and water, and a small wardrobe. You didn't inhabit this room all the time, thankfully - your normal room was bigger, more spacious. But for the last weeks leading up to the hatching, if you weren't out on the sands, you could be found here. 

You didn't dare go far from the eggs, especially as it got closer to hatching day. It was risky, considering you would only get a few hours’ warning, at best. 

So when someone knocked on your door at some ungodly hour, you woke and rolled out of bed before your brain even had a chance to catch up. You threw on your robe for some semblance of modesty, yanking the door open. 

One of the messenger boys stood in front of your door, hair mussed and cheeks red from his run. “One of the dragons,” he said, one hand waving back the way he'd come. 

You didn't wait for the rest of his message, pushing past him and sprinting down the short hall and to the sands. Hot sand nearly burned the bottoms of your feet, but you paid it no mind. 

It took only a moment to find the dragon in question. A new mother, gray wings spread wide, nearly prancing in distress but somehow never even touching her eggs. 

“Hey, hey, easy,” you soothed, approaching her carefully, hands up. “Easy, beautiful. Calm down and show me what's wrong.” 

She hissed, higher pitched than normal, more nervous than aggressive. But she settled, at least a little, all four feet remaining planted now. 

“Good,” you crooned, taking another couple steps closer. “Now. Show me what's wrong.” 

She hissed again but allowed you close, wings slowly settling against her back again. She stepped back carefully, allowing you to see the nest. 

And the clear crack that ran across the top of one of her eggs. 

“Oh.” Sharp pain lanced clean through your chest. “Oh, beautiful….” Ever so carefully, your fingertips ran across the crack, feeling for moisture. It was possible the internal membrane hadn't torn, in which case you could patch up the egg. Fortunately, that looked to be the case this time. You breathed out slowly, pressing your palm mid-way down the shell to check the temperature. A little cool, but not bad. 

You could make this work. 

“Okay,” you breathed out. “Okay. Your egg is okay.” You looked up at the dragon to make sure she understood, meeting brilliant golden eyes fearlessly. “I'm going to help.” 

She trilled softly, lowering her head to nudge your shoulder very gently. 

“Yes, yes,” you murmured, sparing one hand to pat her snout. “Go get your rider, and a few others if you can. Quickly.” 

She hesitated only a moment, the instinctive pull to remain at her nest strong, before she turned and took off. You didn't watch her go, instead focusing on shoring up the sand around all the eggs. That would help keep them all stable and warm. 

Now to address the crack. 

You didn't want to leave it alone - there was too much potential for things to get in there and cause problems. 

You had all the things you'd need for a kind of paste you could cover the crack with. It would need to be reapplied periodically until the egg hatched, but it would work. 

You spared a brief thought of thanks that your mother had taught you everything about this job. 

The tromp of boots on sand and the trill of the dragon pulled your attention up from the sand. The mother had returned with her rider and two others. Including Simon. 

“Pack more sand around these eggs,” you ordered the three. “All around them. But do not touch the cracked egg. I will be back in three minutes.” 

You stood, frowning thunderously when one of the riders goggled at you, mouth open. “Now,” you snapped.

Simon cuffed the gawking rider before striding off to grab one of the shovels. You turned and ran back to the small storage room off the hatching grounds, full of ingredients for just such a need as this. 

The sand was hot as you carried the bowl back to the egg, reminding you painfully that you were not wearing shoes. You grimaced but pushed through, walking calmly this time. You didn't want to get any sand in the bowl. 

The three riders had made quick work of getting the eggs braced with more sand, Simon still holding the shovel even as he watched you approach, eyes dark. 

“Good,” was all you offered, kneeling carefully next to the cracked egg. Partially to not get more sand around, and partially to make sure your robe stayed covering you. You covered the crack with the paste, carefully going beyond the edges of the crack to be sure nothing could get in. When you checked, the egg was already a little warmer. Very good. 

Sighing softly, you pushed back to your feet. “Very good,” you murmured. “The egg will be fine. Thank you for your help.” You looked at each of the three riders. The one who belonged to the mother dragon actually stepped forward to hug you, something you returned a little awkwardly. 

The mother settled around her eggs again, even more carefully now, crooning softly before she settled her snout right next to the cracked egg. You patted her head, relieved. 

It took until you gathered up the bowl and tugged your robe tighter to realize that Simon was still standing to one side, gaze still fixed on you. You paused, foot scuffing through the sand, eyes blowing wide before you schooled your expression back to neutrality. You nodded to him once and strode back to the storage room, covering the remaining paste with a cloth. It would keep for a while. 

You needed to wash up. 

You paused, just for a moment, at the edge of the sand where the hallway to your room branched off. Simon was standing next to Ilsbet, one hand under her chin, forehead pressed to hers. You turned away from the quiet moment. But not before you smiled.