#Highlander fic

[naoa-ao3]

Waiting for the Sun

Methos wakes, heart pounding in his chest and in his ears.

He has his hand on his stomach and for a second he isn't sure where he is. What bed this is or when it is.

Then his eyes adjust and he sees familiar shapes and walls.

It's his bed but it's empty and when his hand slides to where for but for a brief time Alexa had lain it closes on air.

Everyone dies and at times he's been numb to it, at times he's been used to it. Those times are not good ones. They're lies and he swallows in the dark, looking at the electric clock on the table beside the bed.

3:00 A.M.

She's only been gone a few months and he barely knew her for more than that and yet just the same he feels as if he'd spent an eternity with her.

"Alexa." He whispers to no one and no one whispers back.

Grief takes time and he's had more of that than anyone else but knowing and feeling aren't the same thing. The pain in his chest doesn't care what his mind knows. The pain in his chest only cares about the empty space beside him and the missing smile from his life.

He exhales and for a second can smell antiseptic that isn't there either. He can hear the sounds of the hospital she died in and the ache in his chest grows painful and angry. It claws at him. It gnashes it's teeth and makes his ears hurt.

The bed is cool and empty and really, they travelled so much in the time she had. . . he doubted she even spent a week's worth of nights in this bed.

Still, his hand opens and closes on nothing and he tries to make himself calm and detached but when he can't he instead rises and walks to the windows.

He's lived long enough to know that grief will never truly become easy. . . to know that if it does then something all the more is wrong.

He stares out at the street below, remembering beaches and blue water in Greece and the look on her face when the plane had touched down. She hadn't it seemed really believed they were going until they'd gotten there.

He wishes it were not night and the sun were up instead and he had places to go, bars and shops and parks. . . places with noise and people and moving life but it is night and the sun won't be up for just a little while longer.

He's had so many dawns that came too soon, so many he'd tried to stave off. Now is one he wishes would speed itself. Now is one he waits for because the night is very lonely and he has no one beside him but her ghost. A lingering memory and a feeling in his chest.

Accepting sleep gone he turns from the window and runs a hand through his hair. It's suddenly cold and he reaches for a sweater, catching a glint of moon on the hilt of his sword and shakes his head.

There's nothing for it so he turns the light on and doesn't try to sleep again. He makes something hot to drink and reads a book, practicing being Adam Pearson and a million other men.

The sun will rise and the day will start and life will go on.

All of it without Alexa and eventually when all others have passed away he alone will remember her face and name, the look in her eyes when she smiled. . . he plans to never forget any part of her. Not so long as he still lives.

He waits for the sun to come and the day to start and thinks of seeing Joe and maybe Mac if he has the time. . . he's let himself get oddly comfortable with these people, allowed a kind of comradery he hasn't known for a very long time. It's curious and perhaps not the wisest but on this night he's glad he can count friends so close.

When the sun rises he keeps Alexa in his chest and puts his book aside.

There are things to do after all and places to go and the streets are coming to life with cars and people and noise.

The sounds of civilization and her forward march.

If only for a brief moment he had gotten to share that chaos with someone special and even if she isn't there any more he feels in some small way close to her again.

[celestial-alignment]

Chapter 24 is finally here!

[godihatethiswebsite]

18+

Oh to spend a day in the crisp autumn highlands, wrapped up in MacTavish plaid, hands kept warm with a small thermos full of mulled wine, watching a wild and carefree Johnny—all boyish smiles and face flushed from the cold—skipping rocks over the loch looking handsomely rugged in full Scottish kilt and a chunky knit sweater.

And if later on he lays you out on the blanket and keeps the chill away with his brawny weight draped over top and his hot breath panting babbled praise in your ear then who's around to judge a lad for keeping his bonnie hen warm the old fashioned way?

Masterlist

[getfuckedblr]

i’m legit the worst at taking pics so i very much apologize in advance:( but this is a little project i’m working on! i’m trying to rebind the og harry potter books into a book that would fit that year!

so here we have goblet of fire rebound as magical water plants of highland lochs. ik it’s quite plain, but i think i like that? i fear one of my weaknesses is i tend to do too much and it ends up looking not the best (yes i am referring to my bindings of HEX. i hated it almost as soon as i was done. i might try to rebind that closer to christmas bc she’s too good of a story to sit in that ugly ass case😭).

and then of course we have half blood prince rebound as the potions textbook from 6th year! i’m really quite proud of this one bc the version that comes up when u google it has all those equations in the foreground but i just could not make it work in my cricut. so i did these little line doods to “outline” the cauldron.

so yeah! i’ve been stuck on making the monster book of monsters for a while bc i’ve already covered her in fur that i then had to shave which was a whole mess🥴 and i need to create like a head/face but i’m actually terrified to modify what i have in any way lest i have to start all over again. so yeah i’ll try and maybe finish this before the year ends LMAO.

idk i’m really proud of how clean these two came out like these bitches are IN there. anyway see y’all later:)

[resident-rats]

I’ve written two and a bit chapters of my metaltango au, idk might post it soon I guess?? I have it properly outlined anyway, it should have 5 chapters??

[picascribit]

A Cure For Nightmares and Highland Fling are both SO CLOSE to turning over an astoundingly large round number of hits!

[fullmetalscullyy]

never thought we'd ever have to go without (iv)

summary: 

Their breakup was amicable. They were both going in two different directions with their lives and where Roy was going - the military and the numerous off the grid sites for weeks or sometimes months on end – he wouldn’t ask her to wait for him. She deserved to live her own life, not wait around for him and his ambitions.

When a tragedy befalls their child, Roy and Riza are left devastated. They come together to work through it while waiting for her to wake from her injuries

rated: t | words: 2948 | tags: royai, angst, au, modern au, kid au, parental royai, tragedy, injury, angst with a happy ending, separated parents

read on ao3 | read on ffnet

snippet:

But he’d always been there. Always been reliable and always stepped in and stepped up when he was back. As steadfast as a rock in a storm. He was her rock. Always had been. “Sleep well, Roy.” “Wake me if anything happens?” His look was pleading, a clear show of vulnerability. “Of course I will.” It seemed that was what he needed to hear to allow himself to finally rest. Within minutes, he was asleep.

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[hlh-shortcuts]

Something Called Living by ArgentumLS

Summary: Of all the morgues in all the world, Richie Ryan just had to wake up in Henry Morgan's. (Highlander/Highlander: The Raven/Forever)

Why should you read this? This was written for hlh_shortcuts 2015, I clicked on the story without realizing it was a crossover, and I've never seen an episode of Forever. I know the series premise. I know who played the lead, Henry Morgan. Did I ever expect this writer to take these three series and mesh them together into one brilliant whole, one that makes sense?

Of course I did. ArgentumLS is just that good. Richie's superpower is making friends in the absolute worst situation, and Argentum highlights his ability to bond with others and his essential good nature here - even when things get bad, Richie can find a way out of it. She brings in Liam Riley from HL: The Raven, and a whole host of engaging characters from Forever and I can hear the crisp tones of Henry Morgan as he finds a new mystery - and friend - in Richie and the gruff weariness of his son Abe as Henry gets up to more shenanigans.

Go. Read. It's the first part of a series with about 160k words total, and I assure you, you'll be delighted by it all.

[twojamie-o-clock]

Jamie, the Doctor, nightmares, and memories of Alexander McLaren !!! What more could u want

(I’m not over how they brushed past Alexander’s death)

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

WIP TITLE TAG GAME

@leatafandom This is the third time I’ve tried to make this damned post. Lol! @staff (tumblr) keeps eating my post even though it tells me it is saving my draft. Anyway, here is my list.

Please feel free to ask any questions about any of the docs by file name either by comment, reblog, or ask. Thank you!

Winchesters A Life in the Hunter House

(Hades — Tartarus) The Empty’s Daughter

#99 prompt

#99.2 prompt

A Father’s Daughter

Alec M x Reader Crush

Alec x Reader 2

All around me 2.0 (Slow Burn)

Alpha Angel Cas x Omega!Witch!F! Reader

Alpha! Dean x Omega F!

Alpha Dr Castiel Alpha Dean sinus problems true mates

An Angel’s Unexpected Companion

Angst Reader Hurt/Comfort wHappy unexpected ending

Ao3 2023 Kinktober

Ao3 Romancing the Hunter

Ao3 Xmes Exchange Quicky 2023

Ask Request 2024-02-28 Beau x Reader

Ask Request 2024-05-31 Sam Wesson x Gabriel

Ask Request 2024-06-12 Billy Butcher x m/ftm

Ask Request 2024-06-13 Dean or Jensen x Older F! Reader

Ask Request 2024-06-29 Sam x Methos

Ask Request 2024-07-02 FicFacers 2024 (Oct due date)

AU - BDSM Dom Cas Switch/Dom Dean x Sub Fem

Bankers, Fairies, and Foreclosures, Oh my! (From @writing-prompt-s)

Being a sex god isn’t all it’s cracked up to be

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Alex Drabble - Making a boring chore a little more fun together

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Boredom WIP

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Disassociation 2

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Timestamp.2 Horror Movie

Burning Up

Destiel Date Night

Destiel Rabbit Moth Love Story

Domestic Destiel #? Glowy Angel seduction

Dragon Cas x Dean Plot (Giant and Pet meme)

Falling in love with Angel ORIGINAL

God-made Nephilim Rescues Castiel

Guardian of Humanity scene Drabble

Guardian of Humanity journal and scene

Heat

Ignoring the Alpha’s Voice

Ignoring Their Omega

Imagine Dean comes home after a bad day. (from @harmonity-vibes)

Nephilim of Stone

Post 15x19 DestielxAlex

Purpose

Rough time with your mental illness 2.0 (from @imaginethatsupernatural )

Scent Out, Make Out

Sick Stubborn Reader x Angel Cas

Soldier Boy x Flirty Reader

Spn Fairy Tales: The Ugly Duckling, a Destiel story (inspired by @fledglinginatrenchcoat-blog)

Spn poly Drabble 2023-08-30

SPNBB…

Sugar Daddy Horseman Death x Lucifer

Tell Me No Lies

Tell Me No Lies 2.0 (Nightingale Witch)

The Angel’s Mate 2.0

The Fluffstiel Bang 2024 — Story

The Fluffstiel Bang 2024 — Story 2.0

The Omega

The Packless, no longer less —Bad Day (Becoming the Pack Alpha's Mate)

The Packless, no longer less SERIES

The Virus ORIGINAL

They don’t know when to quit

Trigger Warning

True Mate A/B/O DestielxAfab

Two Men and the Virgin

Warming Him Up

Winchester!Sister x Castiel

I’m gonna go a step beyond because I can. I am going to advise WIPs in my TUMBLR DRAFTS too. This will include the date, title or inspiration, and pairing if I have one.

Jul 2 - Moth to A Flame, Soldier Boy x F!Reader

Feb 29 - “Could you tell me another story while we drive to our destination, (Y/N)?” from @imaginethatsupernatural

Aug 20, 2022 - Angel!Castiel x Hunter!Reader (GN)

Jul 15, 2022 - Sub/Switch!Bi!Dean Winchester x Sub!F!Reader x Dom!Bi!Castiel

Just realized I didn’t tag anyone. Lol! Of course, no pressure. Only if you have time. 😊 ❤️❤️❤️ @luci-in-trenchcoats @zationao3 @riley-phoenix @lotus820 @impala-dreamer @spnexploration @destielshipper4cas @sharkfish @niche-pastiche @wisteria-lodge @naughtystiel

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

What You Do Best

Big ass spoilers for level 99 MSQ. Agi speaks to Estinien before venturing into the unknown. Again. SFW.

Two groups.

One stays.

One goes inside.

Agnes stared at her husband, brown eyes wide.

Please.

Please come with me.

I don’t want to go on this path without you.

While she had been thinking (praying, if I’m being honest), she was startled when she heard Estinien speak.

“Which leaves you free to head in there---and do what you do best.”

His pale blue eyes met hers, his smile as fond and adoring as his tone.

What I do best.

Saving the world is what I do best, despite my wish that it wasn’t.

And what my grumpy dragon does best…

Be my lance.

My protector.

My very own knight who hates being called Ser Estinien.

She nodded, tears in her eyes.

The two were thankfully given a moment to speak. However, just as Agnes opened her mouth, he pulled her to him and whispered against her dark red hair, “En route here, I caught sight of a large lizard. It looked palatable enough, so I shall hunt it later.”

WHAT?!

She giggled despite the tears now flowing freely down her cheeks. “Love really!”

“We can enjoy the meat while you regale me with tales of the world beyond after you’ve returned.” He pressed a kiss to her head and hugged her tightly. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

Wrapping her arms around his waist, she sighed. “I love you.”

“As I ever love you, my angel.” With one last squeeze, he let her go and stepped back, clearing his throat. “Lizard tacos?”

Oh good gods.

She laughed heartily. “Yeah. Sure. Fuck it. Lizard tacos.”

Agnes hoped the positively shining beaming amazing I love you so much grin she gave him was enough of a response of his promise to wait for her.

You bet your sexy ass I’m coming back.

After all, lizard tacos sounds like a hell of an adventure with you, love.

[japhoriaa]

" SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY. "

1865. you strolled across a ranch, watching the horses. until you felt a hand on your shoulder. a girl who stood about 5'5 with curly , shoulder length hair & brown skin stood infront of you before speaking;

𐚁 , howdy!! & welcome to my ranch. you wanna ride horse? she asked, with a slight southern drawl.

well.. here's all the requirements to join our ranch.

now that y're done with that, how about i show you the around?, - oh! and i almost forgot to introduce myself!!

alright! now, here's all the horses. you can pick whichever you'd like to ride and go from there.

and dont forget your sadle, 'kay?

[not-your-babyy13]

the case of the East Highland Slasher [masterpost]

Chapter :6/6 [Complete]🔪 Euphoria  🥤Rating: E

⚠️Major and Minor Character Deaths⚠️

Junior year is bound to be a stressful time in any students life. There’s prepping for the SATs, choosing a prom date and…uncovering who the murderer running around East Highland is. Hoping that by solving the mystery she will finally be recognized as someone other than ‘Cassie Howard’s little sister’, Lexi must enlist the help of her academic rival, Fezco, who has been a thorn in her side since his former school merged with East Highland Academy before their friends or themselves become the next victim.

Chapter 1: there has been a murder

With Halloween coming up, Lexi Howard, a A+ student at East Highland Academy, is forced to give up a night of studying in favor of the first Halloween party of the season. After a tense moment between her academic rival, Fezco, the students are shocked to find out a murder has happened on the school grounds.

Chapter 2: don't you watch scary movies?

With Rue unwilling to join her in solving the case of the East Highland Slasher, Lexi has no choice but to accept the help of her academic rival, Fez. The investigation starts off on a rocky, and rather traumatic foot.

Chapter 3: I see hot people

East Highland Academy returns to school, but tensions are rising between friends. Without much evidence to find the murderer, Fez puts together interviews with the other students to see if anyone has anything of value to the case. The slasher claims another victim.

Chapter 4: be afraid, be very afraid

Fez reluctantly goes with Lexi to check out Nate's dorm for any evidence related to the murders. And later in the library, Lexi and Fez realize that they might not hate each other like they thought.

Chapter 5: we've traced the call...it's coming from inside the house

Lexi has a movie night with Kat and Rue where they come to terms with the loss of their friends and she accidentally finds out one of Kat's extracurriculars.

Chapter 6: our love is god. let's go get a latte

After a note is left in her room, Lexi decides that she is going to come face to face with the murderer on her own. And the East Highland Slasher causes chaos on Halloween night when they take another victim.

[shrimpmandan]

ngl it's funny as fuck to me how the enjoyment of fanfiction, ships, selfships, fanart, etc. that happens to incidentally involve an underage character is always positioned by antis as a CLEAR and OBVIOUS sign of pedophilia when like 99% of the time when I see people with that kinda stuff bookmarked or publicly endorsed it's literally just bc they glanced at the tags and went "eh whatever, it's hot anyways" and stopped caring because that's what. normal people do

[randomwriteronline]

It wasn’t something anybody else can understand.

Melli was chosen by Lord Electrode, and everybody doubted that was really the Lord’s final decision, because he was first a shy little kid and then an obnoxious annoyance, and the Lord would have blown him to smithereens after two days and good riddance.

But Melli learned what Lord Electrode liked and then what he did not like in the blink of an eye, because he wanted to be useful and helpful and good and have someone important notice how good he was for once, even if that someone was a large sentient ball with a permanent scowl and a penchant for blowing up himself and everything in its vicinity the moment he thought the air he breathed wasn’t quite as clear as he would have wanted.

And then one day Lord Electrode greeted him loudly and rolled up to him and they spent a whole day enjoyably, with the Lord bursting only a few calm sparks to release a healthy amount of electricity, and when Melli felt him lean into his loose hug he realized Lord Electrode really, genuinely liked him.

Melli loved Lord Electrode back in the same way he loved Skuntank back, embellishing every little thing about them in his mind and tales so that he could bask in the glory he carefully embroidered around and on them in the hopes that it would rub off into his needle-tortured fingertips eventually, in the hopes that they would not desert him after all the effort and care he put into elevating them to the level of Sinnoh, or at the very least close enough without the sentiment turning blasphemous.

Humans spared him glances and rolled their eyes and cared not for him, so he decided he would have turned to Pokémon instead. He decided he would have turned to the little people that really appreciated his attempts at being useful, at being good and helpful and that looked up to his face and enjoyed his singing, who he could coddle and cuddle and speak to without feeling weak.

So he kept the caves dark so that the Zubats and Crobats and Golbats wouldn’t hate him, and steered clear of Skuntanks where they had marked their territory so they wouldn’t hate him, and pretended to lose plump beans along the way so the Sneasles wouldn’t hate him, and ran past the Bronzors and Bronzongs and Misdreavuses so they wouldn’t hate him, and completely avoided any and all Rock types so they wouldn’t hate him, and never trespassed on the peaks so the Gligars and Sligoos and Toxicroaks wouldn’t hate him, and left the ruins alone so the Nosepasses and Ghosts wouldn’t hate him, and left out honey down at the feet of the mountain so the Yanmas wouldn’t hate him, and kept a low profile so the Luxios and Luxrays wouldn’t hate him, and never visited Fairy Spring at night so the Clefairies wouldn’t hate him, and never shook the trees so the Burmies and Wormadams and Heracrosses wouldn’t hate him, and cared greatly and carefully for the Voltorbs so they wouldn’t hate him.

He should have known, should have known from the second he had stepped upon their rocky ground, that the Highlands were home. That they were safe and had everything he needed, everything.

Nobody else could understand.

Not even Iscan.

Iscan - Iscan hurt the most, because Melli had thought Iscan would have understood, he had really been certain Iscan would have understood, because Iscan had always understood. That was why Melli had accepted to stay those two days at the Coastlands when he had begged him, for his safety, he had said, convinced that Melli’s friend was out to get him; that was why Melli had so excitedly told him of his friend’s earnest relief when it had seen him again, so worried by his short absence, so he would have understood that his friend was harmless, was sweet, was kind, and there was nothing to fear. That was why Melli had trusted him with the promise to never tell anybody.

But Iscan had told. Iscan had told everybody, and had had the gall to give him that apologetic look and tell him it was for his own good, that he was worried he was being driven out of his mind.

Mai and Arezu could not understand, and he had never imagined they would, and Adaman (who raised his voice at him now, now that he had a friend who loved him kindly, when all Melli had ever done was try to support his brother in any way possible even when he was a useless shy little brat) Adaman could have never, ever understood. Not when he insisted that Melli had to get rid of his friend even when the warden had told them all how sweet it was, how kind and gentle, and what a gorgeous voice it sang to him with, not when he refused to listen to Melli like he had always refused to, when he said it was for Melli’s own good, for the sake of preserving Melli’s own mind before that thing (his friend - his friend, how dared he call it a thing, call his friend a thing--) took it over completely and reduced him to a shell - as though Melli’s friend, Melli’s kind, sweet, gentle friend, who sang to him and worried for him and visited him every night with its gorgeous purple flames and kind cold hands, could have ever harmed him!

Melli knew they hadn’t believed him. Melli knew, walking back up the mountain with his eyes red and his teeth clenched and more tears than he could cry streaming down his face in rage, that they thought he was throwing a tantrum; that they thought he hadn’t meant it when he had said he would have never returned, that in two months they would have seen him come back with his head low and eyes averted in the refusal to aknowledge his weakness.

He knew they thought he would have caved in.

But Melli did not belong in a place like that. He did not belong in the bog of his traitors and enemies. How had he ever loved the blue of their people, the false symbol they had burnt on the side of his god?

He slammed the door to his hut shut until midnight, when his friend came stumbling upon its skeletal legs and asked with its delicate voice, so much like a concert of wind chimes, heartbroken, what caused him to still sob so harshly in the darkness of his home; and Melli had smiled like he smiled whenever he saw his friend, and with his face cupped in those dead pale hands he replied with trembling words that it had been nothing, and he felt better now that it was here with him, and if it could have sang him to sleep like it liked to do.

Melli fell asleep in his friend’s barely lukewarm hug and thought he would never need anything else anymore.

Lord Electrode understood, he was sure. Lord Electrode had alway understood. Lady Sneasler, she understood too, he could tell; because Lady Sneasler had abandoned the warden that had abandoned her out of nowhere, and suddenly appointed such a position to Melli, in whom she developed a sudden interest.

He was a good, useful warden: that was why Lady Sneasler had chosen him. Because she knew he would take good care of her like he took good care of Lord Electrode. Because she knew that if she brought him to her den of warm cubs he would take good care of them like he took good care of his Lord’s own. He knew that was it, that was the reason. He never imagined that the Lord and Lady talked, and that the Lady had been greatly concerned for him ever since he had remained the only human of the Highlands, ever since he had seemed suddenly incapable of taking care of his body in the simplest of ways.

He never thought about it: he took care of them; his friend took care of him.

His friend who sang so sweetly, he could feel his brain melt just listening to it.

His friend who lit the penumbra for him with its opalescent lantern-like head.

Who visited him in the dark, in caves and pitch-black nights. Who was so sweet, who cared for him, who listened to him, who grew more and more worried the less he ate, the weaker he became; who slowly began urging him to find a doctor, somebody who could stop his sudden fevers, his lack of appetite, his trembling limbs, his struggling breath, his herratic heartbeat; who tried to warm him without knowing it was sapping the life out of him little by little while Melli surrendered completely to his fate, too entranced by a headless corpse and the Ghost lending it life to notice how his health failed slowly, steadily.

Nobody saw Melli for two years if not in glimpses, when trespassing through his lands out of necessity. Jubilife Village was warned of a madman who roamed the Highlands, protected by two chosen by Sinnoh and puppeteered by a terrifying ghost (a dead human body in dark unrecognizable attire, its head a glass lantern ablaze with hellish purple flames and empty yellow eyes), and to never cross paths with him if they valued their lives.

Melli never knew that the tunic he had discarded had been found mauled and torn to bits, and he never knew how Adaman had paled and faltered when Irida confronted him about how Lord Electrode’s warden had driven away Lady Sneasler’s with his sudden terrifying madness, thinking he had ordered such a behaviour to claim Mount Coronet as Diamond territory.

Melli never knew that the Diamond Clan prayed for his safety.

Melli never knew just how much they prayed.

[lucigoo]

Weekly Round up:21st Jan - 28th Jan 2-24

So, were are ignoring the fact it is Monday and doing my Sunday round up, whoops lol. Hope every one had a good week? I managed 14,956 words and 2 posted fis this week. As always they are under the read more line, recs first. Beyond the Pixels - Ticklesivory - The Hobbit @tickles-ivory (Bilbo/Thorin, an apocalypse gaming fic, its fantastic imo)

Hold Me Down Until The Madness Ends - licha_nick - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, an interesting canon divergent au with a clever premise) and you don't want to know me (i will just let you down) - raggedypond - Harry Potter - (Evan/Barty, very heart wrenching)

An Infinte Ocean - orphan_account - Harry Potter (Sirius?Remus, when i say this is my fav comfrot fic ever, i mean it!) The Survivors of LV-426 - TheInvisibleSwordsman - Alien Series (Ripley/Hicks, Canon divergent au) Grace of An Elder - SereneArchangel - Aliens vs Predators Series - (Yutja/OFC, a human raised as a Yutja)

Now, my fics, i have a few being revealed soon, so will share them as soon as htye are reveled, even if they were technicaly written a few weeks ago,

Now, I only have 2 fics this week, and they are:

Mama Hope's Sex ed lesson - Lucigoo89 - Harry Potter (Remus and Hope bonding fic)

A Pasture Too Small for A Bovine’s World so Large - Lucigoo89 - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, based of a tumblr post and i made them all bovines. Whoops lol.