Day 3 of @teamranchersweek, platonic ranchers! Not much energy today so just a little comic instead.
For the record I think Tango would approve of Jimmy lying through his teeth to save his skin, but I also think it would be really funny if he was being 100% honest and no one believed him.
Introducing the official prompts for Team Ranchers Week!!
🌾Rules🌾
This event is about the characters, not the content creators.
There is no requirement for posting, you can participate in as few or as many days as you’d like!
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Good luck, have fun, and keep ranchin'!!
(Prompts and further explanations of them under the break!)
Oct. 27th - Hybrid Love and Courtship OR Canary in the Deep Dark
Oct. 28th - Fire and Ice OR Cowboys and Ranchers
Oct. 29th - Genderbent Ranchers OR Platonic Ranchers
Oct. 30th - It's Over, Go Home OR Letters and Long Distance
Oct. 31st - Reunions OR AU Fest (Celebrate your favorite AU, make a new AU, share your wildest AU! Spread the AU love)
We will try to reblog everything in the tag, but if we miss something please feel free to tag us!!
Team Ranchers Week Day 1 - Hybrid Love and Courtship
Jimmy paced up and down inside the ranch house, wringing his hands together. He’d sworn to himself long ago that when he was ready, if that day ever came, he would do this. He’d sword to himself that when the right person came along, he’d make sure they knew.
He had thought, once upon a time, that Scott was that person, but when he tried to tell him, the other man had just laughed and called him cute and hurried off to go see Grian. That was why he was hesitant to try again.
What if Tango laughed at him, too? What if he didn’t feel the same? What if Jimmy had imagined all the looks and touches and fond smiles? What if, what if, what if…
He’d lived his entire life caught up in what ifs. He wanted to stop, he wanted to be free. Tango helped with that. He was wild, and impulsive, and brave, and smart. Jimmy doubted he’d ever thought the words, “What if?” in his whole life. He wanted to be like that. He wanted to spend forever with Tango, learning to be more like him, learning to live like him.
In the distance, a familiar, wonderful, laughing voice called out his name, and Jimmy straightened, steeling himself. He would do it now, before he could back out. He wouldn’t let the what ifs stop him. Not this time.
*
Tango ran into the Ranch, feeling the weight of home settle over his shoulders like a warm blanket as he passed through the gate. Adrenaline was coursing through him, making him half-hysterical. He’d just barely survived an encounter with Joel and Etho, and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be home, and alive.
“Jimmy!” he called, laughter bubbling up, the thrill of the chase pulling his lips into a smile. “Jimmy, you here?”
He skidded to a stop outside the ranch house, forcing himself to calm a little. Jimmy always worried so much, he didn’t want him to worry even more by appearing overly frantic. On the other hand, Joel and Etho might be out for his blood now - he was never sure with those two - and he knew Jimmy would want them to prepare for the Boat Boys to attack, just in case.
After taking a calming breath, he pushed open the door to the ranch house and stepped inside. There was Jimmy, looking stressed as usual, and somehow managing to also look amazing even as he chewed on his lip and shifted his wings and fiddled with something between his fingers.
“Hey, buddy,” Tango grinned.
“Tango, where were you?” Jimmy demanded. “You were taking damage all over the place, are you okay?”
“I’m fine!” Tango assured him. “Just a little run in with Etho, no big deal.”
“No big deal?! What happened?”
“Eh, I may have… borrowed some of their sugar cane.”
Jimmy looked like he might pop, though Tango got the distinct impression it wasn’t because of his recklessness. “Why? We have our own!”
Tango shrugged. “It’s funny watching Joel get riled up!”
Jimmy sighed. It looked like he was trying to gather his nerves for something.
Tango took the moment to add, “They may be a little upset with us now. You might want to keep your gua-”
“I need to talk to you,” Jimmy interrupted him, speaking very quickly.
Tango’s smile faltered, but didn’t fall entirely. “Uh oh. What is it?”
“Or… well…” His Rancher hesitated. Took a deep breath. Twitched his wings. Pushed on. “I actually have something to give you.”
He held out his hands, flat to show what was lying on them. A single yellow feather on a looped string. He licked his lips and gave Tango a look that made it very clear it was important to him that Tango liked it.
So Tango beamed and took it. “That’s really cool! Is it one of yours?”
“Yes.” Jimmy was giving a lopsided, uncertain smile now that the gift was given. His wings had stopped twitching every second, and his hands had stilled.
Tango laughed happily. “I love it!” And, even though he wasn’t exactly a jewellery guy, he pulled it down over his head so it hung around his neck, the feather resting against his heart. He took a second to admire it once more, this piece of his Rancher that he could keep with him forever, then looked back up at Jimmy and said, “Now, what do you want to do about Joel and Etho?”
*
Jimmy could feel himself deflating. Tango had laughed. He’d skimmed over it. He’d changed the subject.
But he’d still put it on. He’d still held the feather like it contained the world. He’d still looked at it almost the same way he’d looked at their first diamond.
Tango was still talking, rifling through their chests. “I think Etho will probably just laugh it off. He’ll accept they couldn’t catch me and move on. I don’t know about Joel though, I don’t know him that well.”
Jimmy made a distracted, noncommittal noise in his throat.
“Well, you know him best, what do you think?” Tango pressed.
Jimmy tried to force himself to focus. “Uhh, I guess he could go either way. Depends- depends on his mood, I guess.”
Tango turned back to him, frowning. “Are you feeling alright, Jimmy?” When he straightened, Jimmy noticed he was fiddling with the feather, and it hit him.
Relief bursting through his chest, he said, “You don’t know what it means for an avian to give something their feather, do you?”
Tango's face coloured, his hair burning a bit brighter. “Does it mean something?”
“It means-” Oh crap, now he had to explain. Jimmy could feel his own cheeks turning red to match his Ranchers’. “Uh. It’s a way to show…” He swallowed. This was a lot harder than he’d ever thought it would be. “It's the same as… as humans giving rings, I guess.”
*
Tango knew his face matched Jimmy’s in its deep red. He knew his hair was burning so bright and strong they were at risk of losing their ranch house again. But he didn’t care. Because the words that Jimmy had just spoken…
“Did you just… propose to me?” Tango clarified. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe that this funny, creative, caring ball of feathered stress could care enough about him for that. He couldn’t believe that he could ever get that lucky, that he could rest forever beside someone as amazing as Jimmy.
“Um.” Jimmy’s wings took up their rustling again. “Yes?”
Tango just stared for a second, then his face broke into a grin. “In that case!” He walked over to Jimmy and wrapped his arms around him. Tango was a bit shorter than Jimmy, so he could easily rest his head on the other man’s shoulder, and Jimmy instinctively wrapped both his arms and his wings around Tango in return. Tango pulled back a little, just enough to look up into his Rancher’s face. “Yes.”
Jimmy blinked, like he couldn’t really believe it. “Yes?”
Tango was beaming, happier than he could ever remember being. He lifted up onto his toes and kissed Jimmy, the first time he had ever dared to do that. Jimmy didn’t even hesitate before pulling him closer, kissing him back. When they pulled away, Tango rested his forehead against Jimmy’s and breathed softly, “Yes.”
He was pumped full of adrenaline again, but this time, there was no danger involved. This time, it was the thrill of a different chase setting him ablaze - no pun intended. As Tango’s hand closed again around the feather, this time knowing exactly its significance, he felt pure bliss settle over him. Maybe there was something to this death loop thing, after all.