#rancher AU

[stridersdiner]

Rancher!Graves x gn!Reader

Quiet mornings with Phil.

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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@mockerycrow @kivino

[bubbledtee]

ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ

ʀᴀɴᴄʜᴇʀ!ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʜᴇᴛꜰɪᴇʟᴅ x ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ

"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?

[beaconfeels]

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.

[the-engdyssey]

@hetalia-polyship-week

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. 

[pan-fried-autism]

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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[kitsuneisi]

Mini comic ddvau ranchers for a poll on twt

If I continue to win the poll maybe more art/silly

Also, shout out to tumble. They are really funny

It was a good fight!!!

[shepscapades]

[Part 1] [Part 2] [PART 3]

Xbralis as the first canon dbhc pairing with the steel chair!

[factual-fantasy]

Phew... man, this took a lot longer than I thought it would <XDD My poor health mixed with the pixel art style.. it took many more days than intended- but its finally here! :DD Luna's origin story! :))

I've been thinking a lot about the slimes on Ingo and Emmet's ranch and how they mirror their team in the games. Chandelure was obviously one of the first I thought about making a story for <XD I have a few others in mind I'd like to tackle as well, but I might need a bit of recovery time after this one <XDD We'll see how I feel I guess!

Anyways, I'm very happy with how this comic/story came out and I hope y'all like it too! :))

[lunarcrown]

✨Radiant✨

[hybbart]

Day 2565: Finally somewhere safe with his rancher again, covered in sores, Jimmy's become rather lethargic and hauls up in bed while Tango takes care of things. What happened to Hels and anything about him is something they've left to the others. For a little while it almost feels like being back on the ranch. Even if it isn't here, for once Tango thinks he won't have much resistance to suggesting they stay put for a while.

It helps having an avian host to supply stuff for a nest when your own avian is nearly nonverbal levels of comatose.

[stridersdiner]

Rancher!Graves x gn!Reader

You visit the ranch to dote on his animals. He's curious about something.

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞.

"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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@mockerycrow @kivi-no

[applestruda]

bkau ranchies where tango helps make jimmy prosthetic wings

[beaconfeels]

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.

[sweeneydino]

Slime Attack! Raph Ver.

Your favorite turtles are waiting for their slimes 🐢

Gonna slime info dump a little below

Gave big ol' Rise Raph a tabby slime because they are very friendly and love to boop – they are literal slime cats – and idk about you, but I think rise raph deserves the cuddles. And they come with the added bonus of their plorts being a high commodity for athletes, with only a little drawback. If you know, you know.

Since 2012 Raphael has Chompy, whose a fire turtle basically, the fire slime seemed a good fit. They are rather affectionate but also require a hot place to stay, i.e an ash trough and they BURN. Just burn some trash and boom, food for the firecracker. Their plorts would be a nice snack for chompy, plus a cuddle buddy.

The affectionate part is only because these little shits keep jumping on and following me on the range, and while I do love them, they do tend to get themselves killed.

2003 Raph got the Saber slime, as someone– yknow who you are– suggested! They are similar to the tabby slime as they are cat-like, but unlike them, these guys are food possessive. And thought to be extinct, but that's not important. They will roar, scaring any other slimes, just to get food. Or to just announce their arrival. These guys parkour, too, so now Mikey's got a roadblock.

2003 Donnie might be kind of sad he didn't get one but there's always another chance.

And finally, 1987 Raph with the mischievous ringtail slime!

...do I have to explain?

These fellas bring my carrot farm every ounce of shame as they stare with those shifty eyes back at me, and all I can do is continue feeding them over... and over... and over again...

Oh, and they turn to stone too, but nothing little money can't fix.

[pan-fried-autism]

whats slime rancher Jack like?

Mostly the same, if a little less weird. Though the family company now makes the boots/footwear of spacewear.

in the actual rancher au, him and bunny are divorced. They have weekly custody of Easton.

in the harris ranch au, he and grem got divorced for the same reasons, tho they are on better terms. hell, the first time Jack came to drop off Minnie at the ranch (natalie wasnt born yet), Grem introduced him and Nik to each other!

[wszczebrzyszynie]

see you space rancher