#walt longmire/vic moretti

[is1ey]

[stardustinthesky]

pilot | goodbye is always implied | kindness goes unpunished

[hoidn]

Cady's expression though

Longmire 3x10, The White Warrior

[haveyouseenthisseries-poll]

Hello sorry about this question but do you know who all the main characters are in longmire?

according to wikipedia they're walt longmire, vic moretti, henry standing bear, branch connally, cady longmire, and archie ferguson :)

if you're asking if i knew them without looking them up then no, i have never heard any of these characters.

[fandomsandfairytales]

@scleroticstatue I've got another TV show for @thegreenleavesofspring to potentially watch sometime in the future. (I'm @-ing you sclerotic bc I know you are another person who Campaigns for TV Shows for Bri to Watch)

The show is called Longmire, and it's about a cowboy sheriff and his deputies and his BFF Indian friend who live in Wyoming. (From a quick google search it's categorized as a crime drama.) If you've ever seen or heard of the show Bones, it's pretty similar except instead of a lab and the suburbs, it's set in a small town in Wyoming and the Cheyenne rez. I only started watching in the second season because my mom was watching it and I got interested, but I've really enjoyed it so far. We're currently in the third season, and I'm quite invested now. Fingers crossed the show doesn't go south as often happens in later seasons of shows.

Most episodes are centered around the sheriff solving a murder mystery, but there's definitely plot arcs that stretch across multiple episodes. Walt Longmire, the sheriff, is such a down-to-earth guy that you can't NOT like him, and each of the main characters brings something to the table. (My favorite characters so far are Walt Longmire, Henry Standing Bear, and Vic Moretti.)

Anyway. You can probably guess why I think you would like this XD (It keeps making me think of Annáuchiwee :P) Of course, no pressure to ever watch this, but it's something I think you would probably enjoy.

[doctor-sharpe]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Longmire (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Walt Longmire/Victoria "Vic" Moretti Characters: Walt Longmire, Victoria "Vic" Moretti, Henry Standing Bear Additional Tags: pure self indulgent fluff, i just love them okay, Secret Relationship, except it’s not so secret, author has not finished the series, so it’s a little bit ooc, but the author is also a little gremlin who couldn’t help herself from writing this, henry knows absolutely everything, Walt Loves Vic!, Vic is a little shit, but walt gives as good as he gets, Slightly Introspective Summary:

she can’t help it if she makes a scene, it just comes naturally no the girl can’t help it! it’s a friday night, so they’re all down at the red pony. walt is convinced that vic wants to get them in trouble. (she definitely does.)

[bkwormkate]

Longmire (2012-2017)

[yeehaw333]

Longmire Pilot <3

[shadowseal]

Found this photo online of Robert Taylor and fuuuuuuuuuck

[is1ey]

the one where vic gets put thru the ringer

[stardustinthesky]

#that thing they do

[hoidn]

Not really.

Longmire 6x09, Running Eagle Challenge

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I'm way late to the fandom, but I just finished watching Longmire on Netflix and I Am Obsessed. It has consumed my life for the last 2 weeks! Hands down one of my favorite shows now. I'm so sad it had to end but I am pretty satisfied with how it did end.

Anyway, I'm not ready to say goodbye to the characters, and I'll probably binge watch it again soon but if anyone sees any good Longmire fanfic, let a girl know... I've been scrolling for half an hour and my phone is on 2% 😅

[ninimackbrews]

Lover: Chapter 1.5

Chapter 1.5: I think He Knows

Pairing: Henry Standing Bear x Female!Reader, Walt Longmire x Platonic!Reader, Cady Longmire x Godmother!Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, slight smut

WC: 1508

Tags: @the-moons-raes​

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I got that uhh, i mean, wanna see whats under that attitude like I want you, bless my soul and i ain't gotta tell him i think he knows…

   You looked around the apartment, it was no different than it was fifteen years ago when Henry bought the bar. Of course, curtains and furniture were different, but placement and memories were all still the same. You took a seat on the end of the bed, taking in the room you hadn’t been in in a very long time. Your mind wandered to the sleepless nights spent in that bed and the long midnight pillow talks. How you spoke of a future together. But then all of that fell apart. 

   “Y/n?” Henry’s voice broke your concentration. You stood and turned to him. He smiled shyly at you, closing the door and pushing off his shoes. His hair fell in his face and it was all in your power not to walk over and push it back, to not run your hands through it again, to kiss his lips again. It had been too long. “I am glad to see you are still here.” 

    “Are you? If I had a dime for every time you said that I’d be rich.” You teased, taking a step closer to him. He chuckled a bit, shaking his head. He watched you thoughtfully as he leaned against the table. You stood right in front of him, mere inches between you. It was true, he had said that everyday when you lived together. His smile dropped a bit. 

    “I should have told you more, maybe you would have stayed.” Your heart turned to lead and dropped to the floor. The pain in his voice was almost physical. You pushed yourself to stand between his legs and grab his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. 

    “You are not the reason I left Henry, do not think that. I had to leave, but it was not because of you,” you spoke sternly, trying to pour as much emotion into it as you could. Henry stared at you for what felt like forever and a day. He pushed off the table, hands gripping your hips, pushing you back till your knees hit the bed. He lifted you with a grunt tossing you back onto the bed. You huffed, blowing your hair out of your face. 

    “What are you doing?” You raised an eyebrow watching Henry rid himself of the button down flannel. He smirked. 

    “Making up for lost time.” You grinned at him, the heartfelt conversation forgotten. You climbed up onto your knees, pushing his undershirt up helping him pull it over his head. He was not the toned young man you remembered, but he was not unattractive in the least, he was still the most gorgeous man you had seen. You pulled him down by his cheeks, lips colliding sloppily. You drug your nails down his chest, stopping at his jeans, fingers hooking in the belt loops pressing him flush against your chest. He hissed at the feeling, his fingers clawing to pull your shirt over your head. 

    “Then let's drop the attitude.” Henry gave you a teasing look, his hands running the expanse of your now bare sides. A shiver ran down your spine as his fingers worked skillfully at the clasp of your bra. You kissed down his chest leaving purple and pink bruises in your wake. Your bra was discarded somewhere with your shirt across the room. You grinned up at him and he stared down, pushing your shoulders lightly to lay you down again. He crawled up your body, lips delicately kissing up your torso. Your hand weaved into his hair, tugging him up to your mouth. Henry met your lips fiercely, it was a tongue and teeth clash, skillfully pushing his tongue past your lips. You moaned at the feeling. You gave a particularly hard tug at his hair and he groaned into your mouth, leaning away, nipping at your bottom lip. A giggle left you. 

    “Do you still like that Standing Bear?” You bit his lip softly, soothing the area with your tongue. Henry groaned again, head dropping to nuzzle your shoulder. 

    “Only when you do it Y/l/n,” he whispered against you ear, taking the lobe between his teeth, giving it a small nip. You sighed in appreciation, the action reminding you of your first time with Henry. The way he bit you hadn’t changed any. The way he touched you gently, but desperately was the same as it had been when you were 17, when you were 21, when you were 25. Henry’s lips explored your neck like it was his first time touching you. You tugged on the roots of his hair, rolling your hips up against his. Henry hissed through clenched teeth, pressing his body against yours, meeting time with your hips. 

      “Do that again and I will not hold back,” he muttered to your chest, nipping at it playfully. You smirked, your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his lips ghosting over your left nipple. You raised your hips once more, trying to relieve the pressure building between your thighs. Henry slipped a thigh between your legs pushing down against your most sensitive area. You moaned at the feeling, rutting against the muscle. Henry kissed back up your neck. 

      “I don’t want you to hold back,” you teased, hand dragging your nails down his bare back. You licked a long stripe up his ear. He growled, and that was the trigger. 

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      You fell forward onto Henry’s chest panting. Your palm against his stomach and the other supporting you by his head. You nuzzled his neck, letting out soft giggle, his hair tickling your face. Henry sighed as you slid off of him, leg still across his hips, his arm around your shoulders. 

     “Well that was…” you took a pause looking for the right verb somewhere in your euphoria clouded mind. Henry found one before you did. 

     “Worth the wait.”

     You both laughed lightly. His hand carded through your hair softly as you both embraced the silence. 

     “What you said earlier…” you whispered drawing small circles on his chest. Henry stayed silent. “Did you mean that?” Silence. Two circles. “Because it had nothing to do with you…me leaving…” Circle. “It was a lot of different things, but you were not one of them Henry.” Silence. You leaned up onto your elbow to look at him. Henry looked at you. “Henry, please acknowledge what I am saying.” 

     He hesitated. “What do you want me to say Y/n? That I understand and I forgive you? I forgave you a long time ago, but I have not and will not forget it. I came home and you were gone. I was distraught without you! You did not even tell me goodbye!” A tear rolled down his cheek, you had the inclining to wipe it away, but held back. “Why did you leave if not because of me?” Your heart clenched at the desperation in his voice. You had never seen him this vulnerable. You sat up completely, taking his hand in yours, resting it in your lap. 

     “He got out,” you mumbled, so quietly it was surprising he heard you at all. Henry sat up against the wall, face scrunched in confusion. 

     “He? Who… no he was not supposed to be released.” The confusion that laced his voice was the exact confusion you suffered when you found out about his release. 

     “You’re right, he wasn’t supposed to get out, but they let him out on probation. He had stopped me when I went to the store that day. He said if I didn’t leave he’d… he’d…” you held back a sob, your free hand covering your mouth. Henry leaned forward. 

     “What was he going to do Y/n?” 

     “He said he… he would kill you if I didn’t leave, and I, I couldn’t let him hurt you Henry, I couldn’t, I love you and if he had done anything to you I don’t know what I would have done with myself, Henry I couldn’t lose you like that, I couldn’t let him do that, I had to leave Henry, I love you and I… I…” you choked on your sobs, Henry pulled you to his chest, his arms wrapped around you made you feel secure to an extent. 

     “Shh, Y/n, breathe. He cannot hurt you anymore,” His soothing voice whispered in your ear. You sobbed till your lungs burned and your throat was raw. You clung to Henry for grounding, the stable rock you had always held onto when you were drowning in fear those years ago. 

      “Let us go to bed and discuss this more in the morning, yes?” Henry pulled you back to look you in the eyes. You sniffled with a small nod. Henry laid down, pulling you onto his chest. You nuzzled into his neck, his smell intoxicating, allowing you to drift to sleep in his arms. 

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This is short I know, and I am so so sorry its been so long since I have written for this, but here it is. I have a break in school coming up so I should be able to write more for this!! Also if you like Vikings keep an eye out for a new story im starting!!

[callforhelp]

Character descriptions from the Longmire Pilot script (in order of appearance):

Walt:

Vic:

Henry “Handsome Cheyenne” Standing Bear:

Branch:

Mathias:

Omar:

Ruby:

Ferg:

...rude.

aaaand Cady: