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brightimagines · 6 years

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Hmm, see I like this! I was caught up in the “well technically, all of those benefit people in some way” and the elves are not! They’re stacking the system to benefit them the most. That makes way more sense!

Still a bit hung up on the real estate thing, if only because of seeing how it works. But if the elves are primarily the property owners, then they can in fact sell to who they want and use an elven agent to do so. Different areas have different price points and obviously the Elf District is through the roof, which means elf agents can make a hefty commission on a 2.5 million dollar property vs an agent of another race potentially in a 250K price point. It makes me wonder if they only focus on their areas and there could be other brokerages, that primarily consist of humans/other races. And also there’s no guarantee, I suppose, that real estate even works the same way there, like you mentioned , doubtful they have the same laws. Ward’s house is for sale! in the beginning and I’m probably gonna rewatch again just so I can see if there’s a name on the sign!!

This definitely opens up so many things, like are government officials primarily elves? What are the employment rates of each race? If elves are controlling big pharma, do they control the healthcare system in general too? I’ve got so many more questions tbh!!

I totally appreciate this meta and you!

I’m doing so much research for fics right now and I’m simultaneously loving and hating all the lore, because between interviews and the Bright Facebook page, there’s definitely some vaguely conflicting information!

Like in an interview, Edgar Ramirez says that Kandomere is an outcast because elves don’t serve the public but in the statistics video about elves, common occupations for them are finance, pharmaceuticals, real estate, and law. Which all are basically serving the public in one way or another.

Especially real estate. Like I’m in the real estate industry and the whole point is that you’re dealing with your clients, you’ll go on showings, consultations, and communicate with them constantly? So like, are there elves who are real estate agents for only other elves? Do they just own the companies, because it doesn’t always work like that either. The big ones are usually franchises and independently owned and operated. Do they just own the brands? Are they maybe just investing, so they’re property owners and landlords? I just have so many questions!!!

#bright lore #bright meta #not a fic #mod speaks

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brightimagines · 6 years

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Especially real estate. Like I'm in the real estate industry and the whole point is that you’re dealing with your clients, you’ll go on showings, consultations, and communicate with them constantly? So like, are there elves who are real estate agents for only other elves? Do they just own the companies, because it doesn’t always work like that either. The big ones are usually franchises and independently owned and operated. Do they just own the brands? Are they maybe just investing, so they’re property owners and landlords? I just have so many questions!!!

#bright #bright lore #kandomere #not a fic #mod speaks #i love bright a lot #and it has its issues #it's got so much potential #if any one wants to scream about lore w me #i'm down

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brightimagines · 6 years

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Anyway, here’s raunchy limo sex that absolutely no one asked for! This is completely self indulgent garbage! Literally no plot here! Enjoy! :’)

Warnings: smut, definitely some vague dom/sub stuff

Pairings: Kandomere x Reader

All the NSFW stuff is under the cut!

The limo pulls up smoothly. It has tinted windows all the way round, and you can’t see driver or passenger. You know what’s waiting for you within, though, and your hand toys with the door handle, anticipation jolting through you. The driver won’t be getting out of the limo to open the door for you, no, not when you gave them the strictest instructions not to. You prefer it this way, to savor the moment, to open your “gift”, of sorts, yourself.

And open it you do, sliding neatly onto a leather seat. Your eyes take a few moments to adjust to the dark interior. You can see his outline, his bright eyes reflecting back. You maintain eye contact, you know he can see you, even if you can’t see him. Your hand slides over buttons, until you find the one for the lights, you know it by touch.

The compartment now illuminated, you pause to take in the view. Kandomere is at the far end of the limo, sitting pretty. Oh and what a pretty thing he is too, your Elf. Perfectly poised, not a vibrant, blue hair on his head out of place. His three piece suit is crisp and perfectly ironed, absolutely wrinkle free. It looked expensive. You did love it when he went all out.

You lean forward and pour yourself an ample drink. He prefers not to drink here, now, to remain clear headed. You’ll only have the one, it makes it easier. You sip leisurely, watching him all the while. Kandomere may have a piercing stare, but here, in this limo, you’re taking him apart with your eyes. You follow each nearly imperceptible twitch, each swallow as it heads down the curve of his throat, the tiny trembles that show you he’s just as excited as you are. Indeed, you could feel warmth pooling in your lower belly from the moment you entered the vehicle.

Ice clinks at the bottom of your now empty glass and when you set it back down firmly on the limousine’s bar, and lick the last drops of whisky from your lips, you see him shudder slightly. Now the game really begins.

“You look so lovely, sitting there all by yourself. Won’t you please let me come sit by you?” you ask.

There’s no small talk in this encounter, no, this is strictly business. Pleasurable business, but business nonetheless. The both of you are there for something that only the other could, or would, give you. Every word is part of the scene, nothing without meaning. And this is the most important moment, because nothing can truly happen without it. This isn’t for show, though you may have the power here, you won’t use it until you know you can, until he gives permission.

He does. A slight inclination of his head as he wets his lips.

“Yes.” he says firmly.

Your smile is earnest, for a brief second, before it’s replaced with one far more devious.

You sidle over to him slowly. Here is when he starts to lose his composure. To shift and squirm under your stare. Up close, you can admire him more carefully, he really is such a beauty. Eyelashes fluttering, Adam’s Apple bobbing with each swallow, his eyes are already darkening with desire, as you’re sure yours must be.

You reach out to him, and he leans in, your hand gently cupping his cheek.

“You’re such an exquisite creature.” you coo.

He can’t help the flush that creeps up his neck, dusting his cheeks with red.

“So beautiful.” you say again.

His blush deepens, and you want to follow it down his neck, to where you know it must be spotting his chest. If there’s something you want in the limo, it’s yours for the taking. So you’ll take it. In one quick move, you’re straddling Kandomere, pressing him into the leather seat behind him.

He makes no move to stop you as you tug on the knot of his carefully done, ornate tie. You make quick work of it, and it is tossed behind you to be forgotten on the limousine floor. His suit jacket is unbuttoned, then his vest, then the top button of the dress shirt that is underneath both to reveal the hollow of his throat.

It’s there you begin your ministrations, kissing him gently before sucking and nipping and he squirms underneath you. Soon there is a lovely red mark, stark against the white of his collar. You continue up his neck, peppering kisses, stopping to suck and tease at his skin with your tongue, relishing in his little gasps and groans. He is utterly pliant beneath you, hands clenched tight in fists by his side.

You pull him in for a languid, burning kiss. Kandomere moans into your mouth when you bite at his lips. He nips back at you, not entirely passive now, trying to follow as you pull away. You want more of him, you decide. Your hands find his dress shirt, and one harsh tug is all it takes for a spray of buttons to hit the floor.

Kandomere, his chest bare and heaving makes for an even prettier sight. You ghost your hands across his stomach, up his chest, and shove his clothes further down his shoulders. He shivers at your touch.

You bring your mouth to one of his nipples, swirling your tongue around, sucking gently. It’s a lewd sound you pull from him then, and it goes straight to your core. You pay the same attention to the other, his back arching off the seat. You give him no quarter from stimulation, there’s more pretty red marks across his chest to match the first.

His hands finally find you, tracing down your back before resting on your hips pulling you further down onto his lap. You can feel him hard underneath you. You give him no friction though. Instead, you lean back to survey your work. Kandomere is a mess now, hair mussed up, beginning to stick to his forehead, lips red and puffy from your kiss, a spattering of love marks on his chest and throat, his breath coming in ragged.

He’s absolutely magnificent like this, beginning to fray, losing control, losing himself in you. You want to see him completely undone, want him ruined, want yourself to be the cause of it. You laugh a little breathlessly at the thought, and finally, finally, with a roll of your hips give him a bit of the friction he desires. The friction you desire.

You’re not quick about it though, you roll your hips slowly, almost agonizingly slow and yet he makes no effort to speed you up or move his own. You draw moan after moan out of him, you’re moaning yourself, keening loudly, and it only frays him further.

It doesn’t take long to get him close and when he does, you slow down even further and change your position. Moving his legs further apart you settle over one of his thighs, his bent knee pressed into your groin. You grind yourself down on his leg in earnest now, feverishly. It doesn’t take long for you to get close either with the material of his suit rubbing against your clothes and in turn up against you. You’re almost content to just bring yourself to completion right there but Kandomere is gritting his teeth, eyes screwed shut, a choked sound escaping from between his lips.

“Lovely,” you murmur against his neck, “Do you want to cum?”

You know he does, but he can’t quite get the words out. Now he tries to grind up against you, and you push him down hard so he stills.

“All you have to do is ask.” you say.

“P- please.” he gets out, in a hoarse whisper.

You know he’d beg if you asked him too, he would do whatever you asked him to. What you wanted was for him to break beneath you.

“Anything for you, darling.” you say sweetly.

You let him settle underneath you to give you better access. You tangle your hand into his hair, gripping tightly by the base and you tug his head back, pressing it into the leather seat, exposing his throat and he makes an obscene sound.

“You’re beautiful.” you say against his skin. “Just gorgeous.”

Each sentence is punctuated with a kiss against his neck and a sharp roll of your hips on his clothed groin.

“Lovely.” you continue, “Exquisite. Striking.”

He’s so loud now, barely able to contain himself. You’re so close too, you speed up your hips and he’s choking, sobbing. You tug even harder on his hair, and grind down harshly, whispering, “My pretty little elf.” and -

There. He finishes all over the inside of his expensive suit your name tumbling over and over from his lips, utterly ruined beneath you.

You’re both panting, you’re quick to get off him, to move back to the bench seat. He’s not quick to do anything, with a dazed look on his face.

His hair is plastered to his skin now, his suit jacket, vest and dress shirt still wide open, a dark spot spreading on his pants. He looks thoroughly ruined and it’s all because of you.

“You’ve made quite the mess of yourself, darling.” you tease and he flushes again, embarrassed.

You’re in a much better state than he is, not nearly as disheveled. After all, Kandomere was the only one who finished. When the limo slows to a stop at the same spot you had gotten in, you leave Kandomere behind, only stopping to press a sweet kiss against his forehead. When you see him at home later, fully cleaned up, in a new suit, well, it will be your turn.

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brightimagines · 6 years

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This is for @theawfuledges who requested: “ Loved your Kandomere fic! If you're still taking requests, how about fic where Kandomere or the reader is sick, and the other takes care of them?”

Pairing: Kandomere x Reader

Mmm, I wanted to do something for Valentine’s day, but this is short and sweet, though not nearly as fluffy as I’d like! Hope you enjoy!

It began, innocently enough, with tea. Kandomere rarely branched out from his black coffee, but when he did, he went with - to absolutely no one’s surprise - black tea. Lately, though, he’d been making a cup for the both of you, and while you were no tea connoisseur, you knew what you’d been drinking was no black tea. Indeed, you had found the boxes in the kitchen: chamomile, ginger, hibiscus! You hadn’t even given an inclination that you wanted tea, let alone anything other than what he drank.

You might have asked him about his sudden interest in your tea drinking palette, but it was pushed out of your mind by the next mystery. Or rather annoyance. Tissue boxes. You appreciated them easily accessible! One in every room you spent a lot of time in was fine, bedroom, living room, the bathroom was acceptable as well! But they were everywhere, one on each side of the couch, two in the kitchen, one on your desk, bedside table, and one had even made its way to your workstation at the office!

You finally resolved to ask him why you needed two tissue boxes in the bathroom, 4 feet away from each other, and called to him. And really, you’re only in there to grab your eyedrops out of the medicine cabinet, not knock a tissue box over trying to get them.

“Hm?” Kandomere says from the doorway.

But you’re too busy staring at what looks like the pharmacy’s entire cold medicine section in your bathroom cabinet.

“No.” you say emphatically, turning to him.

“You smell sick.” He states.

“No!” you repeat, “Absolutely not!”

There’s no way he knows your biology better than you, even if he’s been right before, you haven’t had a single sniffle or tickle in your throat all week!

“Not happening! I’ve got the girls’ night this weekend,” you say. “I bet you’re just smelling someone else, lots of people in the office are sick! I’m not getting sick!”

The flat stare he fixes you with absolutely does not dampen your confidence in your ability to will sickness away. There’s no way you’re coming down with something this weekend!

You sniffle miserably from the couch. Which is fine, because you’re never more than a stone throw’s away from a tissue box. There’s a steaming cup of chamomile tea on the table next to you, and you take a sip to wash the taste of DayQuil from your mouth.

You don’t even have the energy to glare at Kandomere when he enters the room, because this is all his fault, somehow! Lowering your immune system, trying to treat your illness before you’ve even got it, that’s gotta be it! But he’s also been at your beck and call, even though you’re not making it easy for him, and you’re sure the bowl he’s carrying over to you has homemade chicken noodle soup in it, so maybe you wouldn’t glare at him anyway.

And when he comes to retrieve your now empty bowl of delicious soup, you don’t hand it over.

“C’mere.” you whine pitifully up to him. “Want you.”

“You’re sick.” he says.

“Missing girls’ night, I want you instead!” you whine again. “Use that special Elfy disposition, right? Elves never get sick.”

“We still get sick,” he says in amusement, “You don’t want me to catch what you have, do you?”

You eye him contemplatively.

“Yes I do.” you say decisively.

All you get is an eye roll and your soup bowl gently tugged out of your hands. You want to pout, and sigh theatrically, but you’re suddenly terribly tired and really, you don’t feel good at all. It’s impossible to fight it, and you lean your head back on the couch. But you still want Kandomere.

“Please?” you say, to no one.

You don’t remember much after that; just a cool cloth on your forehead, warmth pressed against your side, fingers running soothingly through your hair, and words you don’t understand murmured into your ear.

3 days later, you feel great. Kandomere glares at your miserably from the couch as you bring him a bowl of leftover soup.

#kandomere #kandomere x reader #kandomere imagine #bright imagine #bright #the reader's a bit of a brat in this #but they're doing their best #kandomere is so thoughtful even if he goes overboard #he's secretly the mom friend #but like the scary mom friend #it's for your own benefit #just do what he says

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brightimagines · 6 years

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This is for the anon who requested: “ Hello! Kandomere x Reader, he uses his amazing cooking skills to make her something super delicious after her long day of work! :) is that okay?”

Pairing: Kandomere x Reader

Mmm, this might not be exactly what you’re looking for and there’s not really any dialogue bc i was focusing on two exhausted people who are terribly in love with each other whoops!

You watch him from your spot at the island, eyes half lidded, head lolling. You’d be much more comfortable on the couch, or in bed, and he wouldn’t begrudge you that. But you know how hard he works and even if he’s not quite tired enough to admit it, you know he is too. So if Kandomere is going to ensure that you eat something - something healthy, mind you - even though you’d be satisfied with going to bed on an empty stomach, or god forbid, takeout from the crappy 24 hour place two blocks over, then you’re not going to let him do it alone.

Besides, watching Kandomere cook is… something else. He loves it, he doesn’t say it, but a man doesn’t move like that in the kitchen if he doesn’t enjoy what he’s doing. And Kandomere moves, like he’s in his element, with a grace that comes from more than just his Elven nature.

He’s infallible in the kitchen. You don’t know how many times you’ve come down in the morning, brought to your sense by delicious smells and sizzling and crackling sounds, to find him there, already dressed - unfortunately - apron on, hair pulled up, with a cup of freshly brewed coffee waiting for you. And when you pull him in to you, to say good morning without saying it at all, hands just starting to pull at those apron strings, he pulls away without the oven timer even set, knowing that something needed attention.

Dinner made by Kandomere is hardly a rare occurrence, but tonight is decidedly different. His jacket and vest are on the chair next to you, where he left them, his sleeves half rolled up, and hair gathered loosely over his shoulders. You watch him and it’s an experience. You watch, and his dress shirt strains over his shoulders. You watch, and his hands fly over the cutting board, moving as fast as you’ve ever seen them. You watch, and he moves absolutely fluidly, from one thing to the next without missing a beat. You watch, and his eyes meet yours across the kitchen, and you don’t know what he’s thinking of you but the corner of his lips twitch and then he turns away again.

Your heart catches in your throat and suddenly you’re unbearably fond of him. Rarely do you get to do this, bask in him so utterly as he does something so mundane. Watch him while he moves with passion, so tuned in to what he’s doing. Perhaps it’s your sleep addled mind, but you’re sure you’ve never been so absolutely besotted with him.

A soft sound of satisfaction escapes your throat and it breaks the spell because Kandomere notices, of course he does. There’s not much he doesn’t catch. He’s undeniably curious, he turns to you right away. He’s not usually this easily distracted, but his apron isn’t even on - aprons were made for a reason and it was to stop food and clothes from coming in contact with each other - and both must be a testament to how tired he is.

You lean forward unconsciously, all you want is for him to be close and he seems to be able to tell you’re reaching for him, because the pot on the stove is covered and the temperature is set to low. He’s by your side in 3 long strides and you turn on your island stool to meet him.

Your hands brush up his bare forearms and settle on his shoulders, pulling him as close as you can get him, til he’s in between your legs and his hands are resting on your hips and yours are tangling into his hair as you bury your face into his neck. You murmur hello against his skin and he swallows and hums in response and then you’re leaning back up, catching his lips with yours, kissing him so soft and so sweet, and oh so slow.

You’re so gentle with him, as your hands caress every part of him they can reach. There’s no sense of urgency, no heated passion, this is relaxed and slow, you want to take your time to enjoy him, to continue basking in him. His fingers flex into your hips when you bring him into a sweet kiss again. He licks his lips when you pull away, and stares at you, his eyebrows furrowed and your lips curl into a smile. You duck back down, peppering kisses his up his neck, on his Adam’s Apple, on his jaw and he makes a noise in the back of his throat.

You wonder how often Kandomere has been the recipient of gentleness like this, how often he’s been enjoyed. It’s a tough world out there and he does an even tougher job, and god, if you could just show him softness and tenderness every day!

And maybe you’re not the only one under a spell, because you’ve forgotten how this started, your mind filled with only Kandomere and how to pull those noises out of him again, that you only remember that he was cooking when the faint burning scent, that there’s no way he couldn’t have smelled first, hits your nostrils. You let him go slowly and he still doesn’t pull away, just stares at you for a beat or two, like he’s never quite seen you before, mouth open as if to say something, but you speak softly first, “dinner, darling” and he remembers himself.

Dinner was saved, of course it was, he’s yet to make anything that you’ve had that doesn’t taste like heaven and he’s not going to start now. The only evidence that can be found is in the sink, soaking, burned into the bottom of the pan and into your memory. Later, when you’re not exhausted and full and completely sated and pressed up against Kandomere in bed, you might have half the mind to tease him about it. But for now, you’ll settle for getting back to showing him some of that gentleness.

#kandomere #kandomere x reader #kandomere imagine #bright imagine #bright #anyway #who like commas bc there sure are a lot in here #i mean lemme know what you think #and also feel free to send me more requests

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