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forget-me-not-writes · 10 months

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Nyctophilia

Author’s Note: This is my first time posting on here so apologies if there are any formatting issues.

Depression trigger warning possibly.

Your forehead was cool against the glass of the window. You watched the rain trickle across the panes of glass. Knowing your own cheeks mirrored it perfectly, your mood a reflection of the weather outside. You always loved the quiet of the night hours, found comfort in the darkness, but on some nights the silence was suffocating. The thoughts attacking your brain refused to cease. Sometimes it was easier to just give in to them, instead of trying to fight back.

So there you sat, listening to the storm. Hugging your knees close to your chest, taking up as little space as possible even though no one else was around. You wanted to feel small.

Maybe if you were small enough, you’d disappear. Your body shook with silent tears. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath you try your best to calm yourself. Feeling the need to put on a brave face for the ghosts in the halls. After some time you opened them, catching a flash of blue in your peripheral.

Fuck

Too busy wallowing in self pity to register the pricing gaze that had been burning holes into the fibres of your being.

How long had he been there?

You heard him sigh as he made his way towards you. You couldn’t hear the rain pelting the windows anymore, only the deafening sound of his expensive Italian shoes hitting the wooden floor as he moved. You were frozen. Caught between the urge to run away and the crushing fear of being seen. Of being weak. Weak in front of him. The thoughts on your mind making the panic worse. He sat down on the opposite end of the window seat you had been occupying. He didn’t say anything immediately, giving you ample of time to flee if that’s what you truly desired.

You turned from him wiping the tears from your face with the sleeves of your hoodie. Praying that the lack of light meant he hadn’t seen anything.

“Why are you awake?” It was soft, gentle, unlike him to sound like this.

It was no secret that you and the elf hadn’t gotten off on the right foot. The situation you had found yourself in was a monumental cluster fuck to say the least. A wrong place wrong time situation, that could be traced back to magic. Because everything that went wrong could usually be traced back to magic. And you’ve handled it with about as much grace as a raccoon trapped inside of a trash bag. Hurling insults, sarcasm, or petty gabs at the elf whenever you could. He always remained unaffected, as if he had never heard them to begin with. Always calm and collected, emotionless. You hated it. You envied it. He wasn’t ruled by his emotions, not like you.

Taking a breath in hopes your voice would not betray your emotional state

“I could ask you the same thing.” You spoke quietly, not wanting to wake anyone else. Your gaze fixed on the water droplets rolling down the window.

“I suspect we are awake for the same reasons.”

You scoffed finding some amusement in what he had said.

“Your mind is refusing to let you rest.” The statement threw you. You stole a glance at him from the corner of your eye, not willing to face him completely. His gorget stole your focus as it reflected the small amount of light coming from the window. His tie had been loosened and he had forgone the jacket and vest he usually wore. Your eyes travelled up from his chest where they met a silver pair of eyes looking back at you. Your heart beat quickened, lungs constricted and you averted your gaze. Knowing every move you made was being studied.

“What’s on your mind, Blue?”

You saw the opportunity and you took it. Forcing the conversation to be about him was the safe choice. It helped shield you, distract you.

He sighed once more, seeing right through what you were trying to do. But complied anyways.

“Where do I begin?” You no longer felt his eyes on you.

“The Inferni responsible for this mess, I’ve never seen before. I have no idea who they are. I am responsible for the safety of everyone under this roof, especially yours.”

You were the only civilian trapped in this house. Two cops, two feds, and you. It had been forty eight hours with no leads and no way out. Everyone was feeling the stress.

“And you haven’t exactly made that easy.”

“It’s not like I’ve made it difficult.” You glared at him

“Enough.” He sounded more like himself now. The hard edge coming back to his voice.

He’s right

You were too exhausted to start a fight, let alone finish one. You wrapped your arms around your middle, comforting yourself. Head resting against the wall, gaze drifting back to the weather outside. You don’t know what exactly came over you, maybe it was the fragile state you were in.

“I’ve been rude to you.” You admitted softly “I’m sorry.” You had never spoken to him this way. The moment the apology left your lips you could feel his eyes on you and you hugged yourself a little tighter.

“How come the only time you can look at me is when you’re insulting me?” His tone was back to the softness of when he had first spoken. He had move for the first time since he sat down, positioning himself parallel to you. Welcoming in a way, which made you shrink and your gut knot. He was waiting patiently, giving you time. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“You…scare me.”

“I-“ you didn’t let him finish. Fearful of losing your courage if he had spoken.

“It’s your eyes.”

“My eyes?” He said it more to himself than to you. His gorget reflected the lightning once more and you were instantly drawn to it.

“When you look at someone, you see right through them. As if every nerve is exposed, every neuron.” You were struggling slightly to keep your voice steady

“This frightens you?” He lowered his head in a failed attempt to met your eye.

“It terrifies me.” You stare just over his shoulder

“I have spent my whole life avoiding being seen by people. Because if anyone were to look close enough they’d see me.” Your voice began to break “See this weak, broken, pathetic, worthless little thing.” A tear rolled down your cheek and you hid your face from him. Angry with yourself for crying once again. Even angrier at your confession.

“I wish I never existed.” It was barely a whisper but those words deafened him. Your body shook violently with the emotions you were desperately trying to suppress. Fighting a losing battle with the tears.

“Fuck- I’m sorry.” You were shaking your head and wiping at your eyes. “ You didn’t sign up for this.”

“Neither did you.”

Those three words shattered every wall, every mask, every defence you had ever made to protect yourself. You felt seen. And when you finally looked at him, he swore his heart stopped. But it wasn’t long before the construction started. You felt exposed. You quickly looked down at your hands.

Had he always been this close?

You needed to create distance.

“You only care because it’s your job.” Your voice hoarse

His jaw clenched and he pulled you toward him by the back of your neck. Guiding your head to his shoulder, his other arm at your back holding you firmly against himself. He had practically pulled you into his lap. His touch shocked you. Overwhelmed by his words, his warmth, how gentle he was. There was no stopping this, something snapped inside of you. Your one arm wrapped around him, your other, hand gripping at the fabric of his dress shirt. You cried silently into the crook of his neck. You cried until your head hurt. He remained silent through it all, simply allowing you to feel what you needed too. His thumb slowly rubbing at the base of your skull and his other hand running up and down your spine. A simple message. I’m here.

When you had no more tears left to cry and had calmed slightly, his hold on you relaxed. Feeling embarrassed you started to pull away, he let you, but only slightly. The hand at your back now rested on your hip and the other now cupping your cheek. He wiped the tears from your eye. On instinct you went to turn you head but his hold was strong and he wouldn’t let you. He brought his forehead to rest against yours.

“Your mind is playing cruel tricks on you.” He spoke low and slowly. You could feel his breath on your face.

“You’re not pathetic. You’re not weak. And you are not worthless.” He pulled back to look at you better, you met his eyes once more. Something in those silver orbs said that thoughts akin to these were no strangers to him. He gave you one last look and nodded slightly. He started to move away and it crushed you a little. Before your mind could react your body did. You had grabbed his wrist. A silent request to stay.

“I’ll be back.” He brushed his fingers along your jaw as a small reassuring gesture. You watched him as he stood, adjusted his shirt, and walked away. You felt cold without him, suddenly made of ice. Part of you was scared you’d never feel warmth like that again. You had only been in his arms for a couple of minutes and you were already addicted to the feeling. How safe you felt. It was dumb, you could hear him in the kitchen, he was only a wall away.

You were pulled from your thoughts when he reappeared. Placing a glass of water on the table next to you.

“Drink.” He nodded towards the glass, hands in his pockets as he stared out the window. Not a hair out of place or a wrinkle in the fabric of his clothes. Poised and perfect as always. You took a sip of the cool water and put it down.

“All of it.”

He chucked softly as you rolled your eyes, but obeyed. The water eased the pain in your head slightly. You placed the empty glass back down on the table.

“Good.” He turned to you. “It is late, we both need to get some rest.” He held his hand out to you. Assuming it was nothing more than a kind gesture to help you up. You took it. Only he didn’t let go. Leading you past the couch you had crashed on last night, up the stairs, and to the room he had claimed for the time being. Only letting you go as he closed the door.

The low glow of the lamp on the side table was the only light source in the room. You noted the jacket and vest draped over the arm of the chair in the corner. The rain, although still there had quieted down. Your stomach began to knot and you wrapped your arms around yourself staring at the floor.

“Why bring me here?”

“To sleep.” He spoke softly as he placed his gorget on the bedside table. You watched his hand as it travelled to his neck, hooking a finger in the knot of his tie. Loosening it effortlessly, that too joined the piece of silver.

“No, this is your space. I’m fine on the couch.” Your eyes darted around the room. Solely being in the space he had claimed felt like an invasion. You weren’t about to steal his bed too.

“Look at me.” Again you obeyed him with out hesitation. You didn’t know if your pliable nature right now was due to the emotional outburst earlier, leaving you exhausted. Or the fear you didn’t yet know you had at the thought of losing the closeness between the two of you.

“If I did not want you here, you would not be here.” He nodded to the bed as he undid the first few buttons of his shirt. “Please.”

Your socked feet made little sound as you made your way across the wooden floor to the opposite side of the bed. You pulled the soft fabric of the blanket back and slid underneath the sheets. Mattress moulding to the curves of your body. He sighed, content with the fact that you were not fighting him. The mattress dipped with his weight as he sat, taking off his shoes. Turning off the light, he glanced at you before joining you underneath the covers. His eyes had a glow to them, like that of a predator stalking its pray in the night. He pulled you close, head resting upon his chest. As if on auto pilot he resumed the gentle rubbing up and down of your back. Your hand found its way back to his chest, loosely grabbing his shirt again. Clinging to him was your way of grounding yourself, that this was real and he was here. He placed a hand over top yours and held it gently.

You knew in the morning you would act as if nothing happened. As if he hadn’t seen you at your most vulnerable moments. As if you hadn’t sobbed and clung to him like he was your only life line. As if he had never held you close and told you it was alright to feel. No, you would treat him the same way you did when the sun was shining. But the sun wasn’t shining right now, so you would keep him close, let his warmth invaded every molecule, listen to his heart beat until it consumed you.

“Thank you, Kandomere.” You whispered. It was the first time you had used his name. His grip tightened around you and you swore his heart skipped a beat.

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seph7 · 6 months

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For any J.T. Walsh fans out there, I have been working on a fanfic based on his character from Why Me? - Chief Mahoney, as posted in the link. Just two chapters so far, but feel free to take a look!

I'm also working on one for his role as Charles Drucker in Crazy People, as well as working on updates for my other fics; Fire Dancer, Time Heals, Dark Moon, and Of Bright Delights.

#a discovery of witches #j.t. walsh #jt walsh #adow #fanfiction #kandomere #bright #underrated actors #baldwin montclair #charles f. drucker #chief inspector francis mahoney #crazy people #why me?#twilight #hellboy

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gothisthings · 2 years

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#edgar ramirez #kandomere #the 355

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durinsgirl · 1 year

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Hear me out, the Buffy/Spike "fight" scene from Smashed (Season 6, Episode 9) but between you and Kandomere.

#buffy the vampire slayer #buffy summers #spike btvs #Kandomere #Bright

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minorobsessionhere · 9 months

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Kandomere X OC (Liren) Pt. 8

The conversation with Kandomere had gone better, easier, than expected. He'd been disappointed, Liren could tell, but hadn’t asked any questions, to which she was very thankful. Liren didn’t want to have to explain that her boyfriend was going through some kind of mating haze and she’d be busy boning all week. She didn’t want to make things weird again. It seemed she had a habit of doing just that; except for when it was the two of them. They got along rather well when it was just them and they’d ended things on such a good note when he’d left.

She found herself thinking of Kandomere often that week. Only because she wondered about the progress he and Montehugh were making without her, because even with her help they weren’t getting very far. They’re probably chained to a desk, catching up to all that paperwork, she snickered. They could at least call. Liren kinda missed the mismatched duo; especially the big man, her morning just didn’t feel right anymore without their daily banter. Sure she had Mikey, but he was too busy sticking his tongue down her throat, and his dick in her to hold much of a conversation.

Kandomere would frown at her in that way he does and give her some great one-word of advice about the situation. Probably, “Daniels,” with a nicely arched eyebrow for effect. It didn’t take much from him to set her mind off in all directions at top speed. She was still digesting some of the things they’d talked about the other night. Like how he was a half elf, like Elrond. She’d eyed him enough that she should have been able to figure that out for herself, but it wasn’t always his ears that she stared at. He’d shown them to her that night. They were perfectly pointed elf ears, she’d told him so, but their shape was just slightly different, a bit wider than most. At least from the ones she’d seen up close before. In the brief moment that she’d seen them, his ears seemed softer, not quite as sharp.

She’d learned quite a bit about him and how he viewed himself. It was the way he spoke. He held a certain respect for his grandmother, even if he himself didn’t adhere to her high expectations. And he spoke of his sisters with a bit of exasperated affection that only a brother could. Liren had forgotten to ask their names and how old they were. I bet they are stunning. How old was Kandomere? She had really wanted to ask if their hair was blue too but held her tongue. It would be rude to ask now but next time, it was on her list of questions to tick off about the elf. How old had his father been when he died? She would have liked to meet him, he sounded like a badass, and rather charming from the things Kandomere had told her about him. His father had met his mother at some stuffy fundraiser that they’d both been bored out of their minds at, and they’d ditched the party halfway through the event. Kandomere’s grandmother must have been furious. That was one of the stories Kandomere had shared, and she hoped he’d tell her more some time. It was nice to be reminded that he was just a person too, with his own baggage and drama. He wasn’t flawless like she painted him in her head. They’d talked for a lot longer than she realized.

It was after eleven when Mikey had turned up. Her orc had been reluctant about coming back but he caved and nearly mauled her after dropping his bag at the door. It had been quite the night, between her two gentlemen callers that evening. Mikey had been the one to wear her out. He’d kept her up late into the night almost every night this week and she was becoming desperate for sleep. Uninterrupted sleep. In her bed. Alone. That would be great. She stifles another yawn as tears prick her tired eyes. Now, Liren was sitting in her kitchen sipping a cup of coffee, while Mikey was pretending not to be making goo goo eyes at her from across the room. She sends him a small smile and shakes her head knowingly. “You’ll wear me out before lunch if you keep it up hound dog,” she teases. Mikey has the audacity to look hurt after the dirty things he’d whispered in her ear not even 5 minutes ago, before letting her escape to the kitchen for her morning dose of caffeine. Liren takes her seat beside him and wonders aloud about breakfast. Mikey, the ever sweet orc that he is, says he’d like her, to which Liren responds that she isn’t on the menu till there’s something hot in her belly. Queue another raunchy remark from him…

“I could-”

Liren points a finger at him and scowls, “Don’t finish that sentence. Food now, or else.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Thirty minutes later the pair returned from a food run and tore into the haul. Mikey’s phone had been buzzing in his pocket, had been for several minutes now, and Liren lifts a brow in its direction. Mikey takes it out and glances at it before he tosses it on the table. She briefly wonders if its Fogteeth related but shut that thought down before it gets too far. She doesn’t really want to know. It would probably upset her and she’d promised Dorghu she’d stay out of it a long time ago. It was something that always bothered her but Dorghu had kept up his end of the deal thus far and so would she. “It’s just my dad checking in. Making sure you're alright.” Speak of the devil.

I’m touched? “I wasn’t aware he cared that much. I mean you know we have our own arrangement, he and I, but that’s sweet in a way I guess.”

Mikey snorts, “He likes you. Not nearly as much as I do but that’s a given.”

“Your a fucking cavity Michael.” Mikey tickles her side and she pinches his arm in retaliation. The playfulness leaves his eyes as a familiar heated look takes its place. “No, no, you let me finish eating or there will be hell to pay,” she warns, swatting away his grabbing hands.

“Better hurry then.” Liren pauses. He’s been a lot more dominant with her this week, not that she minds. It’s nice to be able to hand the reins over from time to time. There's a few other things she’s noticed as well: he seems more relaxed since their conversation the other day, he doesn’t go down on her everytime now. Which is fine, she wouldn’t want him to feel pressured, but it is kind of a bummer, and temperature wise he’s been running a lot hotter than normal. That latest development makes snuggling at night almost unbearable for her. And that’s all Mikey wants to do is touch her, hold her, even when he’s sleeping. It’s cute. Or at least it was at first but it's a little suffocating. She’s been cranking the A/C up at night and praying that it holds up against the constant abuse. As if on queue a warm hand caresses Liren’s kneecap and makes its way up the inside of her leg. Bold move Michael. Liren takes one last sip of her drink before hot lips replace it and follow the line of her jaw.

“I could do this all day,” he whispers, sending hot breath across her skin. Mikey draws back to look at her when she laughs.

“We’ve been doing this all week,” Liren reminds him with a flat teasing tone.

“Never gets old,” he says. There’s a brief moment when Liren thinks that it could. She’s enjoyed all the attention of course, in and out of the bedroom. She should have listened to Mikey when he said that “it” was a lot. She hadn’t laid back and taken it, well a few times she had, and enjoyed it quite a lot. But she’d had to stop Mikey a few times because her vagina just couldn’t take it anymore and she’d watch him try to make a discrete trip to the shower where he’d jerk off till the next time the need struck him. She almost felt bad for him. Almost but not quite. She’d joined him a few times. He was quite pitiful like a sad orc puppy or something. His blue balls weren’t going to kill him. Though from his moping you’d think it would. The sex was great and they’d definitely gotten closer having shared the same space over the course of the week and spending every second together. Mikey looked at her like she held up the sun and the moon. And she had to remind him that she could never reach that kind of potential, “I would cave under that kind of pressure.”

Mikey bumps his head to hers and pinches her cheek. “You're a diamond.” Liren scoffs and pokes him in the side. “You're practically perfect in every way.”

Liren gives him a goofy smile. “Mary Poppins?” The orc returns her cheesy laugh and spins her around while singing ‘A Spoon Full of Sugar’. This is what she loves about him. The silliness and his ability to make her laugh. She knew that he would do anything for her. That’s just the kind of guy that he was. Helpful to a fault. She really couldn’t have found a better companion.

It was Friday and Liren was ready to get out of the house asap. She and Mikey had gone out for food a few times, drive thru mostly, because he’d nearly bitten the head off of some guy that had bumped into her that last time they’d been in line. The poor guy hadn’t meant to of course, hadn’t been paying attention. He was smaller than her and Mikey had loomed over him like the fucking grim reaper. So she suggested that he remain in solitary confinement if he couldn’t play nice with the other kids. She didn’t want to babysit him when they went out. It had been a fun week but she was ready for it to come to an end. It felt almost honeymoon-esque; Liren and Mikey had stayed in their own little bubble and no one had bothered to pop it. It was strange. It made her miss Gemma and Nick. It had been ages since they had all gotten together and just hung out. She made a mental note to set it up. I might even invite Kandomere. Gemma would love that. Liren grinned to herself as she pictured it. Nick sitting obviously unaware of Gemma making goo goo eyes at the elf. While the elf made goo goo eyes at whatever confessionary treat Liren made that evening. Liren snickering from the sidelines. Liren liked the idea of it, of him there with the people she cared about. But she wasn’t sure where Mikey fit into it because there would be a fight if she put those two in a confined space together. A frown etched itself on Lirens mouth. She wished that they could get along. Mikey was one of her favorite people and Kandomere was… Kandomere. She’d added him to that group as well.

Not all her time had been spent in the sack. She’d managed to get a few things taken care of at the nursery during her time off from working with the Feds, and fucking her lust riddled boyfried, and was feeling good. While Mikey slept, she would sneak out of the house to take a walk of the grounds, her bare feet padding over the soft pathways. The place looked great. Just like she left it. She and Gemma ran a well oiled machine. It was a comforting thought that they could run things without her there. It made her a little sad that they’d fared so well without her but proud at the same time. The staff had been keeping the grounds nice and tidy, so she found little odds and ends to fiddle with in the meantime. Anything but paperwork. It was relaxing to be out in the dirt again, using her powers here and there, to give it her own special touch. It took the edge off of her restlessness, soothing something deep inside her. Everything was still in bloom, colorful, and fragrant. It was a beautiful array of colorful chaos just how she liked it. It's how she liked to picture the inside of her mind looking like. She was a metaphorical perennial, she’d always come back in the spring. And the place would still be waiting for her when she got back, so there was no reason to feel like it wouldn’t be. Liren trails her fingers over the bark of her favorite trees and caresses the petals of her favorite flowers, refamiliarizing herself with them as she passes by. She had to enjoy them while she could before winter came and all the color faded. It always made her a bit sad when the flowers went into hibernation, but they needed their rest too.

In truth she was feeling a little over used. She was over sexed and ready for her sleep schedule to return to its semi normal rhythm. Mikey had been pouring so much affection on her this week she’d felt like it was giving her a stomachache. Feeling like a child that has had too much candy whilst trick or treating. She was like one of those shiny lollipops in the wrapper that kids loved so much . She’d lost her wrapper, been eaten, and all that was left was the stick. The soggy stick that needed to go into the trash… Mikey’s stick, god what miracle it was that the thing was still functioning. Maybe he was the stick and she was the crumpled wrapper. It wasn’t to say that she was tired of the sugary behavior per say, but she was glad that the hormone fueled lust had slowed down.

In his defense, Mikey had been just as helpful as he always was around the place; in between bouts of lovemaking when they both needed a breather, helping her garden and lugging all the heavy stuff. She could do it of course but she appreciated that he wanted to do it. Liren confessed that she liked to watch him lug around those heavy bags of mulch and when he bent over to pick up something she’d dropped on ‘accident’.. Mikey would smirk at her and puff himself up like a proud peacock. After her admission to him, if they were working in one of the green houses, she always managed to wind up bent over one of the work tables and filthier than she’d planned to be just doing some light garden work. Fun, but not very productive. She didn’t mind. Not really…

Tonight was the last night of Mikey and Liren’s sleepover. She would be sad to see him go. It had been nice having someone else in the house, and he was a surprisingly clean house guest, for a male. Having come from a big family it was comforting to have someone else in it. It made her feel less lonely and more at ease. But… he had to go home. Her vagina needed rest. And he’d said that he was feeling like he was back to his normal self, “well as normal as I can be having been in heaven all week,” Liren made a gagging noise in the back of her throat and Mikey blushed.

Mikey comes up behind her to peck her exposed neck, one of his tusks grazing her skin. Liren shivers and bumps her head against his in return. He holds it in place for a moment, to breathe her scent in; she’s learned. One of his new favorite forms of showing affection. “Jirak I’m going to miss this. Having you all to myself.” She knows what he means but the first thing, the first person to come to her mind is Kandomere. Instant guilt washes over her. She almost opens her mouth to beg him not to start anything with the elf tomorrow but bites her tongue not wanting to ruin the moment. It's better not to say his name. Liren wraps an arm around Mikey’s neck and bumps his nose with hers.

“I’m glad you came back.” She meant it. This had been good for them. It might still be a little messy but it had been good.

He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck, suddenly embarrassed. “Well, you’re very persuasive. How could I not?”

Liren snorts and shoves him off, climbs beneath the covers and yawns as Mikey crawls in behind her. He wraps his arm around her middle and nuzzles her hair. Liren jabs him with her elbow and moans, “no more. I’m tapping out.”

Mikey's lips turn down into a pout but he wriggles behind her and presses his hips against her. “You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.” Liren pinches his arm and tells him to “keep dreaming.”

Her alarm sounded early but Liren bounded out of bed with a burst of energy. She had set her clothes out the night before and pulled them on quickly and hustled into the bathroom. She hurriedly brushed her teeth and combed her hair, braiding it and letting it fall down her back. Leaving the bathroom, she crept through her bedroom, down the hall into the kitchen and turned on the coffee pot. She made a quick poor mans gravy and popped some biscuits in the airfryer and waited. Bouncing her leg while she sipped her coffee, she checked her phone for the time, and sighed. In her excitement to return to work, she’d woken earlier than she needed to and now had to wait. She had about thirty minutes. Fifteen, if she ate really slow and brushed her teeth again. Mikey was still asleep when she peeked through the doorway to check on him. He’d tossed all the covers off the bed and was sprawled over the entire space. And he had the nerve to say he wasn’t a bed hog. Lies and hogwash! The timer on the airfryer gave her a two minute warning beep. She left the orc there, warm in her bed, and plated the biscuits for herself and some for Mikey to have when he woke up. She took her time eating and sipping her coffee while she waited for her two coworkers to show. It was kind of funny, she thought, how much she had disliked them in the beginning. She’d been downright hostile to them but that was before when they were still a threat. She supposed they still could be but she didn’t see them that way any longer. Now she was anxiously awaiting their arrival; couldn't wait to see their faces. Not seeing them after being together for weeks had left her a little sad, mopey. Maybe she should have that little get together with everyone; invite Gemma, the two agents, and Nick. Mikey too of course but she’d have to swear him to be on his best behavior if Kandomere did come. She’d mention the party to the two agents today and see what they thought. Liren hoped they wouldn’t think it strange she’d invite them. They’d had lunch at her place before but that hadn’t been a personal call, just convenient. Even though she’d been sweating it at the time, so worried about what Kandomere would think of her cooking. She’d text Gemma first to get her opinion and set up a date that was good for her. Maybe they could have their own little sleep over too. Liren missed her Jellybean something terrible. But it would have to be after she caught up on her sleep.

Liren was putting her plate in the sink when she heard them pull up and nearly dropped it with her excitement. She skirts to the coffee pot and pulls out two of her togo cups, filling them. She adds the condiments she’s learned that they each like, and waits. Liren purposefully doesn't answer the door, bouncing on her heels, waiting for the two agents to come in. She holds the two mugs in hand in front of her as she shouts for them to come in. She grins from ear to ear as she takes in Kandomere and Montehugh’s surprised faces. It’s priceless. “Hi guys,” she says brightly.

“Well, good morning to you too, sunshine.”

“Good to see you too, Jolly Red Giant.”

She chuckles and hands him his cup. Montehugh sips it and hums in appreciation. “That was weak Daniels.” Liren shoots Montehugh a smirk to let him know that she’s missed his teasing.

Liren shrugs, “What can I say I’m a little rusty.” The ginger shakes a finger at her as if to say he hasn’t forgotten her week long absence. He’ll ask her why before the day is over with, she just knows it.

Kandomere watches the exchange, waiting his turn. Liren feels his eyes on her and she tries to keep her hand steady when he reaches out to take the other cup from her. His fingers graze hers and Liren shoots him a cautious smile. “Five sugar, and heavy on the creamer just how you like it.” There’s a minute tilt to Kandomere’s head and you know what he’s thinking. “I’ve seen you make your coffee enough times to know how you like it,” she says, rolling her eyes.

“Thank you,” he says, there's a hint of a small tugging at his lips. Liren watches him take the first sip. The tips of his sharp teeth peek from behind his lips and suddenly she’s imagining how they’d feel on her neck. Jesus christ, he’s not a vampire! Liren smiles at him like she hadn’t just thought about him putting his mouth on her. She goes to put on her boots to hide the raging blush that’s crept into her cheeks. Not sure what's gotten into her, she remembers that she is sick of sex, and love bites after this week. But maybe not from him… Stop it!

Mikey saunters into the kitchen while she’d mentally scolding herself. Liren looks up from tying her shoes and sees that he’s bare chested and the waistband of his pants are riding dangerously low on his hips. Sweet jesus! Liren's eyes bulge and she sends him a look. You promised you wouldn’t, she mentally groans, sending the thought his way. He ignores her by smiling and fixes his own cup of coffee. “Morning agents,” he says grinning. Liren holds herself back and clears her throat. She wants to strangle him. It’s a good thing he’ll be gone by the time she gets back home or she might. It’s not so much that he’s half naked with his tits out, but that she knows his back is covered in marks from her nails, and there's a set of teeth marks on his shoulder and he’s trying his damndest to flash them at everyone. Thankfully most of the marks blend into his mottled skin. Except the bite on his shoulder. Liren wants to melt into the floor when she notices it and clears her throat again, and widens her eyes at the orc.

Both agents nod in his direction and Liren watches the exchange between Kandomere and Mikey. No one speaks but there's plenty said. She tries to break the tension by gathering up her stuff and heading to the door. It has the desired effect and snaps everyone into action. Montehugh is the first one out the door followed by Kandomere and then Liren. Liren pins Mikey with an annoyed glare and tells him to lock up. “Wait!” He grabs her by the waist and pecks her cheek. Liren pushes him off and smacks his chest. “You’re being an ass Michael.”

“What?” His voice is laced with confusion. But he doesn’t look the least bit apologetic. Liren points a finger at him, then pokes his bitten shoulder. “Sorry,” he murmurs, but she's not sure that he really is. Liren pulls away from him and Mikey doesn’t let go. “Come on Lir, don't be like that.”

“Mikey I asked you not to start anything with Kanodmere and that's the first thing you did when you walked in,” Liren sighs.

“What did I do? I said hello.” Mikey shrugs and turns his back on her. “Why are you always on his side?”

A surge of apprehension straightens her spine, hands fisting on her hips. “Why are you making sides? I’m not on anyone's side,” her voice edged with annoyance. Liren’s good mood deflated.

“Well it seems like there is.”

“Seriously.”

“Yes!”

Liren crosses her arms. The two stare at one another. “I don’t have time for this right now. See ya later.” Her braid whips behind her as she turns to leave. Mikey grabs her hand and Liren snatches it away. “Would you cut it out already,” she nearly shouts, in her growing frustration. Liren turns to head towards the car, she turns and Kandomere is standing right behind her.

“Problem?”

Liren shakes her head. “Not at all. Let’s go.” Behind her Mikey growls and tugs on her arm again.

“Lir, wait a minute.” She opens her mouth to tell him to stop making a scene and that they’ll talk about it later but Kandomere steps in. He’s quick. He grabs Mikeys wrist and twists, shoving him back. Mikey stumbles back and growls at Kandomere. The elf moves her behind him, blocking her from Mikey's view. “I told you to back off.” Mikey growls at him.

“You’re the one that needs to back off right now,” Kandomere says calmly. Mikey puffs out his chest and begins to charge Kandomere. Montehugh is hollering behind them and running from the truck. Liren moves from behind Kandomere just as Mikey gets within reach and she shifts the earth beneath his feet, sending him sprawling to the ground. Liren freezes. Her heart sinks. She hadn’t meant to. Not really. It was just a reaction. She hadn’t wanted them to fight or hurt each other. Liren rushes to Mikey and he gives her a bewildered look.

“How did you do that?” She doesn’t say anything. She hadn’t prepped for this conversation with him. He wasn’t supposed to know. She doesn’t know what to say, so she says nothing. She helps him up but he doesn’t take her help. “What was that Liren?”

“Liren, now's not the time,” Kandomere says, trying to give her an out. Liren snaps her head in his direction, and gives him the most exasperated look she can muster. “I know that agent. Could you give us a moment?”

Kandomere doesn’t budge. She motions with her eyes and he only glares at her. Their stare off ends with him shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. Montehugh is red faced behind him and making a fuss, talking about arresting Mikey for attempted assault on a Federal agent, as he sucks in a breath, but Kandomere puts a calming hand on his partner's arm and steers him towards the car. “Two minutes Daniels.” She nods to the elf and turns her attention back to her bewildered and angry boyfriend.

Liren pushes Mikey back toward the house and he tries to stop her. “What was that Liren? How did you do that?”

“I don’t know what you mean. I didn’t do anything.”

“Don't play dumb. You moved me.”

‘Can we talk about whatever you think you saw later? You’re embarrassing me,” she whispers. Her words make him frown as it registers. Mikey moves to touch her and she steps back. ‘Don’t. We’ll talk later.” She gives his arm a quick squeeze and reminds him to lock up when he leaves. She doesn’t look back at him, because she doesn't want to see what his face looks like. One: because she’s annoyed with him and his stupid face. Two: because she’s probably hurt his feelings, and Three: she doesn’t want him to see hers and how mortified she is at what she's just done.

Liren’s not sure what's just happened as she climbs into the back of the car. She's never messed up with her magic like that before, never. And in the span of five minutes she's crapped on whatever restraint she's claimed to have in the past. She deflates and tries to keep the good mood that she’d woken up with. Buckling her seat belt she ignores Montehugh’s questioning stare by staring down at her traitorous feet and waits for Kandomere to start the car. He turns around in his seat and looks her in the eyes. “We’ll talk later.” Liren swallows. She must be in trouble. Liren nods and knows that he's probably just worried, especially after what she’d told him about her ex. And then Mikey decides to show his ass. He probably thinks she has a habit of poor taste in men. But Mikey’s not the problem. He’s just coming down from heat and is probably still a little hormonal. At least that's the only explanation she can think of other than his jealousy of Kandomere. Kandomere’s probably just upset that she’s abused her powers just now. His eyes don't have the same brightness as they did when she handed him his coffee, now they’ve got a darker tint to them. He looks almost murderous. He’s either angry she used her powers or pissed about having to get into the middle of things with her and Mikey. Lirens guilt hits her, she's never used her powers like that before. She hadn’t meant too. She’d just reacted. And she’d done it to Mikey… She was such a shit girlfriend.

#kandomere x oc #bright #mikey the orc #kandomere #nick jakoby #kandomere fanfiction #liren

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warriorofdragons · 2 years

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Oh Lover Mine

Steady as the old oak tree through many a storm and fire; oh lover mine,

Let not your bow be bent or broken how’er the winds do howl;

Nor let the flames touch your heart; oh lover mine,

Strong as the rock that sits in the sea; oh lover mine,

Let not the torrent tides wither away all that you are;

No matter how they threaten; oh lover mine,

Gentle as the flower which dances in the breeze; oh lover mine,

Let your touch be soft and kind;

Now open your arms and wrap me in your embrace; oh lover mine,

Warm as the sun shedding it’s light in each new day; oh lover mine,

Let your light be your love,

Allow it to be ever present as is my love for you, even on your darkest of days; oh lover mine.

#kandomere #kandomere x reader #songs #light in the dark

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emmyfairy · 2 years

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Kandomere x gn!Reader

Part 1

Authors note/ tw: limited pronouns used for gn reader, occasional they/them. Bright universe drug mention.

Feel free to reblog and request! Please do not repost this work anywhere thank you.

Kandomere squinted in the sun. He and Montehugh had recently arrived onto a local university campus, the green lawn doing little to filter the sun.

Rumors of students using fairy dust-laced supplements to work through exams had reached the bureau’s ears, and reluctantly the duo came to do recon.

Montehugh had saddled off to speak to the administrators of the university, they were hoping to keep the issue as hush-hush as possible, and Kandomere hardly wanted to coerce information from teenagers with adult god-complexes.

Instead, he made his way towards a building on the far end of the campus.

If I was human I'd need a breather, he thought watching a sweaty boy bound past him into a nearby classroom.

Kandomere wandered through the halls of the large building, peeking into lecture halls and study rooms, glaring at anyone who looked his way.

Maybe he was looking for evidence, maybe he didn’t give a damn about some assholes doping on some dust-

This is below my pay grade, he internally gripped.

Continuing on his journey, he found himself walking past more offices and conference rooms than the student based areas.

Kandomere was stopped suddenly when a voice called out to him,

“Excuse me! Could you help me with this?”

Looking for the origin of the voice he found himself in the doorway of one of the offices, the plaque on the door showing this was a professor's office.

Looking up he found the source of voice standing on a chair, balancing precariously, attempting to adjust a curtain rod from the looks of it.

“Yeah you’re tall, c’mere.”

Kandomere scoffed at the treatment he was getting, but he didn’t stop himself from moving forward and easily taking the rod from the stretched hands and placing it in correctly.

The professor spun on the chair, Kandomere cringing at the creaking noise it let out, and smiled at him,

“Thank you, I’ve been waiting for someone to come by.”

They continued by introducing themself and sticking their hand out for Kandomere to shake.

Perhaps the length of time Kandomere allowed to pass before he took the hand could be considered rude, but he didn’t make it a habit to touch humans, or anyone for that matter.

Still, he felt an excited spark leap from his palm and barrel into his chest at the gleaming eyes he met.

“So what does the Magic Taskforce want with a place like this?” The question came after the agent introduced himself.

Face remaining neutral, Kandomere reminded himself that he was on duty, and a pretty professor did not need to be let in the loop.

“My partner and I are checking out a few concerns that were brought to the Department’s attention. Nothing to worry about.”

Kandomere watched, looking for a sign this person could have a lead or clue to what he was talking about.

“Huh.”

Kandomere frowned, he was expecting, was hoping, for more.

The professor’s mouth opened to say something just as Kandomere’s phone shrilled in his pocket. Excusing himself he listened to the update from Montehugh, who had somehow gathered enough information for the two men to be done here.

Turning back to the professor, Kandomere’s brain stuttered, not expecting such shining eyes to be watching him, with what looked like fondess.

No, don’t be stupid.

“My partner. Looks like we’re done here for today.”

Kandomere ignored the twang in his chest at the crestfallen look on the professors face, instead focusing on suavely flicking a business card out of his pocket and outwards,

“If you see anything suspicious, feel free to reach out.”

Normally he wouldn’t be so willing to hand out his contact information, let alone invite someone to call him on a hunch, but the way this professor made him feel…

“Oh, okay. Thank you again for helping me out. Can you find your way out of the building?”

Kandomere nodded, leaving the room, and circled the entirety of the building before finding the correct path to Montehugh and the car.

#kandomere #Kandomere x reader #Kandomere imagine #Kandomere fanfic #bright imagine #bright fanfic #Kandomere fluff #Kandomere x you #Kandomere x gn!reader #gender neutral reader #my writing

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gi-maeve-rose · 2 years

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Dark Matters

Chapter 4:

Shae left the food to simmer on the stovetop before joining the three men in the kitchen. Her dog and Nick seemed to be getting along perfectly, meanwhile Daryl was wandering the room, browsing her decor.

She joined Kandomere on the couch, sitting at the opposite end. Despite how great it was to see him, she couldn’t help but feel a bit of dread deep in her gut. To be fair, how they left off wasn’t the best, and she’d never planned on seeing him again. Crazy how life works, isn’t it?

“So, what happens if you find Nadia and Akila?” Shae dared to ask. She had a feeling there wouldn’t be much they could tell her, but with her work background with Kandomere, maybe he’d give just a bit.

He watched her silently, his frame unmoving but senses always on a swivel, but every one of those was focused on Shae, at the moment. Although it was easier to talk past the lump in his throat he’d felt since stepping into her place, he was still overtaken by her presence, as he always had been. When she placed herself at the opposite end of the couch, he suddenly felt the distance that had been between them for all this time- how had he gone so long without even speaking to her? He cleared his throat. “They’ll be charged and likely be imprisoned, but I can’t talk specifics if they receive harsher punishments,” he explained, meeting her eyes.

“What about the wand?”

Daryl’s body stiffened at the mention. He could say he trusted in Kandomere’s judgement enough to believe Shae wouldn’t be part of any Inferni business, but let’s be real. This man was more pessimistic than he’d ever been before, considering his newly found ability and last run in with Inferni. Daryl turned slightly, eyebrow raised as he looked between Shae and Kandomere. “What about it?”

”Wands are ancient weapons forged from the Dark Lord- only he can truly vanquish them. There has never been a method discovered that effectively destroys them, so we keep them in centers like the ones Nadia and Akila infiltrated,” Kandomere looked to Ward when he spoke. “For now, we can only keep them contained and away from the world as best as possible,” he exhaled, knowing full well how brittle of a solution that was, but it was realistically their only solution. Whatever evil may come knocking on the door, it was his job to keep that door locked.

Shae looked down at her hands, picking at her nails. As much as she hated being that person, she knew Kandomere wouldn’t come up with a plan for all possibilities. “What if it’s too late?” she asked, tone lowered.

That caught Nick’s attention, a pit of nerves forming in his gut. “What do you mean?”

”Girl, that fucking prick at the mercado was giving me a hard time again-“ The door swung open and in stepped a shorter woman with dark, straight hair to her chin and hazel eyes, paper bag full of food and booze in one arm and her sunglasses in the other, looking at each individual face.

“Oh.” She first took notice of the two officers in uniform. When the blue haired elf caught her eye though, the match was made in her head, realization dawning on her. “Oh. I’ve interrupted something,” she winced, looking at Shae apologetically.

His brows pulled together in mild annoyance at the human’s rude entrance. “Who is this?” Kandomere pointed to her, looking to Shae.

Shae dropped her head forward as she snorted a laugh. “This is Rita,” she introduced. “I told you about Rita before.” Shae stood, helping her friend with the groceries. “Rita, you remember Kandomere. And this is Officers Daryl award and Nick Jakoby. Remember the whole wand thing a couple years back?”

Daryl quickly stepped forward. “That was all just a rumor,” he added quickly.

Shae rolled her eyes. “Please, I was MTF for years, I know this works.”

”Oh, I definitely remember Kandomere.” Rita stuck her chin up a little, keeping her big eyes on his scowl until she’d passed. “Nice to meet you,” she nodded and smiled kindly at Ward as she passed, but upon moving closer to the tuskless Orc, she let her eyes linger on his kind face, taking in the way he timidly made himself known around the room. Her heart throbbed a little. “It’s nice to meet you,” she looked at his badge. “Officer Jakoby,” she grinned, following Shae away.

Nick’s eyes followed after Rita. “Uh… I, uh…” His words were lost to him, taken aback by her sweet demeanor.

Meanwhile Kandomere looked on in exasperation. “She knows?” he implored.

She sighed roughly. “Yes, she knows,” Shae confirmed. “She was the only one there for me when shit went down.” Not just the recent events of the past few years. in all fairness, that didn’t really involve Shae at all. No, Rita was there for Shae from the very start of her Bright revelation, ten, long years ago.

Ward looked between Shae, Rita, and Kandomere. “How much does she know?”

Shae crossed her arms over her chest, looking guilty. Even though she didn’t work for them anymore, it could still mean trouble. “She knows as much as I do,” she admitted, then looked to Kandomere. “All of it.”

Rita looked on calmly, silently unpacking the paper bag and placing the assorted snacks and drinks on the counter. It was really her fault this was an issue now; she’d made the decision to come over unannounced, but this was truly the last thing she expected to find sitting in her friend’s home when all she thought would come of this day was booze, gossip and too much food.

Kandomere looked at Rita, both of their steely glares meeting. Ah, yes- I remember this one, he recalled bitterly.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to be done, but his plan of action to keep the wand safe had been laid out like a drunk. Rules didn’t feel so important to follow when he was desperate to resolve the danger, which meant not taking this liability in and questioning her until she broke. She’d held the delicate information all this time with no incident, so for now, he had no real reason not to trust her.

His eyes shot to Shae. I can trust her judgement, at least.

“Fine. She can stay.” He paused to point at Rita. “You speak a word of this to anyone and I will lock you away from daylight for the remainder of your life,” he threatened.

Rita held her hands up. “I already pink swore to Shae that I wouldn’t tell anyone,” she grinned sarcastically.

Daryl ran his hand over his face, doing his damnedest to keep his frustration down. “Alright, so what now?” he asked impatiently. “We just get a search party going for those two crazy ass elves?”

“And what about what Shae said?” Nick added. “What if we’re too late?”

Kandomere paused, looking at all their faces when the grim question was brought up. “If he comes back, I don’t know what we could do to stop him,” he sighed, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He knew that news would not sit well with them just as it didn’t with him, but keeping them in the dark that any efforts they made could be pointless didn’t sit right with him, either.

“But we may have a chance to prevent it from happening if you help us, Shae.” He looked to her again, his silver eyes pleading. “You two are the only Brights I have,” he realized the same moment he said it.

Rita’s brows lifted high in surprise, glancing at Shae as she poured them drinks. Too late? she thought to herself, her anxiety stirring under her calm exterior.

Shae nodded gently. “In my experience since knowing I was a Bright, I can feel some kind of... force, I guess, when Magic is used.” She glanced over to Daryl. “That’s how I know the Wand being a rumor was bullshit.”

Nick perked up considerably. “So, you have some kind of sixth sense?” Despite the absolute trauma and horror experienced in just one night with Leilah, he just couldn’t bring himself to think that Magic was anything but cool.

A humble shrug. “Something like that,” Shae confirmed.

”That exact sense of yours can help us locate where they might be collecting, but I’m sure they’re anticipating that. We’d have to be clever about this, if you’re willing to help us.”

Rita grinned when noticing Nick pipe up, sipping her drink and leaned against the counter. “What’s in it for Shae, though?” she asked, looking head on at Kandomere.

”That’s none of your business,” he replied coldly. It baffled him to think he wouldn’t compensate her for the tremendous danger ahead, but how selfish would he sound if he admitted a larger part of him wanted her to help just so he didn’t feel so alone in this matter? MTF never looked good from the outside, he realized that, but having someone he was once close with know the struggles from the inside eased some of the qualms in his heart.

Shae held up her hands, shaking her head. “I don’t need anything,” she assured. “I’m doing just fine.”

Define fine. Shae had gone from living in an Elf Town penthouse, working as a well-known, well-respected Magic Task Force agent and partnered with the only elf to ever catch her fancy, to working as a bartender and den mother at a local strip club.

Sure, she was doing fine, but it wasn’t what she expected for herself.

”Don’t be so humble, Shae,” Rita whispered under her breath at her friend, checking to make sure no one had heard her.

He rolled his eyes. Humans really are naive. “She’s right, you have every right to name your price,” Kandomere stubbornly agreed, annoyed that once again he’d been interrupted before he could say the same thing. “But you’ll help us?” he asked again. Please, please, please, Shae.

She didn’t hesitate to nod. “Of course, I will.”

All of this felt wrong to Daryl. This girl just happened to know the two elves that stole the wand, and she had no affiliation with them in this? It was too convenient, too easy.

Kandomere concealed his sigh of relief but felt it wash over him. “Thank you, Shae. And I’m sorry. I didn’t expect to be barging in like this,” he apologized, glancing down to adjust the sleeve of his coat. There was no denying he felt peace just being in her presence, that already he felt like this impossible mission of theirs might actually be possible.

“Honestly, it’s not a big deal,” Shae insisted, waving a hand dismissively. She glanced over toward the stove, doing a double take as she remembered the food was still simmering. “Ready to eat?” she asked, turning off the stovetop flames.

Nick sauntered over to the kitchen. “It smells great,” he complimented. “Need help setting the table?”

Shae smiled brightly. “I would appreciate that.”

Kandomere watched Shae, observing as she smiled and spoke to the Orc… He should’ve been the one to stand and offer help. Fool, you’re just sitting here, he belittled himself, crossing his legs in annoyance, tugging the end to his coat again. God forsaken fool.

Rita looked over her shoulder when Nick approached, slyly watching him from the corner of her eye when she leaned on the counter opposite to stand beside Shae. For a big thing like him he was awfully agile.

“When did he come back?” she whispered to Shae, her mouth hidden behind her cup as she silently observed the men around them. “Did he even call?!” she hissed a little heatedly, looking at her with curious eyes.

Shae sighed softly, shaking her head as she loaded up the plates with food. “Him and the officers came this morning to question me,” she told her friend. “Remember those girls I told you about? The ones I went to college with?” She felt uneasy, but continued when Rita nodded. “Apparently, they went Inferni,” she said bitterly. “When they’d asked me for help with a recent project, I’m guessing it was to help steal back the Wand from MTF archives.”

Her eyes grew wide. “Are you serious!?” Rita hissed, pausing as she came to better understand the gravity of the situation she’d stumbled into, and looked at Shae in wonder. How did she so willingly agree to help them? Without any hesitation?

“Are you sure you wanna get involved in this?” she asked Shae, taking a half step closer.

Kandomere couldn’t hear over the clattering of the plates being filled or the Orc setting the table, but the way her friend would glance back put him on edge, in addition fueling the urge to get up and try to walk over as nonchalantly as possible and place himself at the table to better hear, but every move he made felt stiff, and too thought out.

Shae paused when serving up the last plate, an almost far off stare in her eyes. “I know how this looks, Rita. I know it’s suspicious. Hell, Officer Ward has been giving me dirty looks all night.” A soft smile graced her features. “But, if I’m being honest, I missed doing this kind of work. I was a damn good agent. Things just couldn’t work. But just because I’m a Bright doesn’t mean I agree with any of this ‘raising the Dark Lord’ crap that the Inferni got in their heads.” She glanced back toward Kandomere at the table. “I want that as much as I wanted to never see him again,” she inadvertently thought out loud.

The moment her eyes met his he didn’t want her to pull away. There’s so much I want to talk to you about, he wanted to tell her. But now, was not that day. With her helping though, maybe it could come soon.

Rita nodded, understanding the longing she spoke of now the same way she did when she’d recall it other times, but also deeply understood the complexity of having Kandomere involved, and the emotions that must’ve come with it. “As long as you’re sure, I trust your judgement. I just want you to be okay.” She bumped her elbow against Shae’s.

The soft bump brought Shae back to reality. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t think about Kandomere often, especially now that he was back in her life. There was so much to tell him. Not now, she thought to herself, opting to smile instead as she brought plates to the table.

He stood with a low grunt, fixing his coat before approaching the table to find a seat. He watched the others move around, picking a chair to pull out as she placed the plates down. “So, how have things been?” Kandomere asked her, desperate to hear if she’d been as plagued with loneliness as he, but also hopeful to hear that she was thriving.

Rita came to meet Shae at the counter before the last two plates were delivered, gently stopping her hand. “Let me take these ones, yeah?” she whispered with a coy smile, gesturing over towards the Orc cop with mischief in her big eyes.

“They’ve been,” Shae answered Kandomere, just barely catching her friend’s subliminal message. Christ alive, Rita was into the orc. She chuckled quietly to herself, watching her friend take the plates and go make a move on Nick. “Titty bar down the way is picking up traction, so the money’s good. It’s been amazing nannying the neighborhood kids and watching them grow up. Honestly, it makes me want one of my own.”

Kandomere’s brows jumped in surprise at the mention of her wanting children, but did it really surprise him, being the way she was with everyone? Of course she would be a good mother. “That’s good, I’m glad to hear you’re doing well.” He gave her a small grin. “You haven’t had any trouble living here?”

Shae scrunched her nose. “Well, not anymore, at least.” She kept it very vague, not wanting to set off any alarms with anyone. “Everyone has been lovely nowadays.”

He twisted his utensil in his food, catching that small little detail. “’Anymore’?” he repeated in question, looking at her. His fist rested at the tables surface, clenched. What kind of harassment had she endured? The mere thought she had endured any at all was enough to anger him.

“It’s nothing. Everything’s fine now.”

Even more like Shae... No one was allowed to worry about her. She always believed there were bigger fish to fry, putting whatever she was going through on the bottom of everyone’s list. Kandomere nodded, looking down at his plate to take a bite. “it’s very good,” he grinned at her around his mouthful.

She hummed with a soft smile. “I remember how you like it.”

Kandomere smiled, a little bashfully. Nothing really had changed about her, had it? The kindness was still warm on her, the peace she emitted calming the wildest of his nerves that had been ringing since this all started. He wished he could stay in this bubble, without any of the dangerous obligations he’d have to return to.

Bu the more the two spoke, the more Daryl realized what their history was or might’ve been. And the more he realized that, the more he was uncomfortable with the situation. All of this could end very poorly for everyone.

Daryl approached Kandomere in the living after they’d all eaten, using the opportunity of Shae busying herself with cleanup and Nick speaking with Rita outside to voice his concerns. “You sure this is a good idea, man?” he questioned, eyes on Shae, voice low so she couldn’t hear him. “None of this seems any kind of wrong to you?”

The agent looked to the officer, turning slowly so his back was to Shae and pretending to be observing the room around them. “None of this feels right, but we don’t have the time to do this by the rules. She’s strong, she’s trustworthy, and you two together are our best shot against the Inferni,” he replied quietly, glancing over his shoulder to make sure their conversation had not been detected.

“How do we know she’s not part of that shit?” Daryl challenged. “Just take her word for it? You haven’t seen this girl in years, you don’t know what could’ve changed.” He wasn’t wrong. That could be a possibility, but then again, it just didn’t make any sense.

“Why would an elf that was Inferni willingly live in an orc neighborhood such as this? For cover? Inferni don’t do that, Officer. They do their business in broad daylight, I’m sure you remember,” Kandomere noted, looking at him critically.

Daryl scoffed. “Yeah, well, maybe after getting their asses handed to them by an orc and a human, they started taking some precautions.”

“There’s no denying that,” Kandomre half grinned. “But I truly think we’ll only benefit from having her on our side. She’s well versed in my side of the line and is- was an excellent agent.” It was almost painful to have to correct himself like that. “She also has insight you might find helpful.”

“Hey, hey, you got a lot of nerve thinking I’m gonna be doing any Magic shit,” he said lowly, holding a warning finger up to Kandomere. “I’m doing my job as a police officer. She can keep that Magic shit to herself, alright? I’m good.”

The small pool illuminated the dark damp room, surrounded by Inferni men and women, a low, harmonic chant echoing through. The light pulsed as their Magic grew stronger, their power coming together for one sole purpose. A form of water lifted from the pool, moulding and meshing into a humanoid form. Chants became louder, Magic became stronger. The water became solid, a body of a man forming inside before the water dripped off. Red, dark eyes opened. He was here. He was risen.

It was hard to not hear the conversation. They seemed to forget that elves have heightened senses, but she wasn’t going to make a scene of it. It sucked that Daryl didn’t trust her, but she didn’t blame him. She did, however, find solace that, even after all these years, Kandomere still trusted her. Shae’s thoughts were intruded by a sharp sting of something electric coursing through her body. She gasped sharply, falling to her knees and dropping dishes, shattering.

Just as he was about to respond to Ward’s dismissal, the sudden crashing of plates snapped his head in Shae’s direction, finding her on her knees in the kitchen. Panic flooded him, and he was at her side quicker than the flap of a hummingbird’s wing. “Shae!? Are you alright!?” he asked, mindful of the shattered plates but kneeling down before her to hold her shoulders.

She wasn’t the type to scare easily. Unsettle, maybe, but she was never known to fear anything.

But the look in her eyes as they met Kandomere’s, the way her body trembled. Full of terror. She knew this feeling on a much smaller scale, but this? This was big.

It was him.

It took a moment for Daryl to realize. “Shit...” he hissed, speeding toward the door for Nick.

Kandomere needn’t ask to know this look in her eye, and the chills it sent down his body were enough to make him want to run and not look back, but this was his disaster to handle. “He’s back, isn’t he?” he whispered, as if uttering the words would summon him to that very spot.

Tears filled her eyes, but she wouldn’t let them fall. Now was not the time to cry. She nodded, gripping his sleeves as she tried to stand shakily. “And he’s close.”

”Can you tell which direction he’s in?” he asked as he helped her stand, adrenaline rising in his veins and pulling his phone out, ready to make the call to Montehugh.

“I have no idea,” she said regrettably. “But I can feel his power.” Her arms wrapped around herself, finding whatever comfort she possibly could. “This is bad, Kandomere… We thought Leilah was a hard one when we were working on that case, but we’ve never encountered anything like this.”

He swallowed. Fuck, how had they succeeded so fast!? He’d been a fool to think they had time, and now realized he’d mishandled the time that was now up. “I need to make a call.” He withdrew his hand from Shae’s shoulder, lingering at her eyes before stepping away and dialing Montehugh.

Rita stormed in with Nick, their moment of content flipping on its head when Daryl summoned them. ”What’s going on? Are you okay?” she asked, taking Kandomere’s place at Shae’s side. She tried to read her, but that look on her face… she’d never seen that one before. “What happened?”

“They did it,” Nick answered before Shae could. “He’s back.”

Shae was lost in her own mind, everything else around her hardly comprehensible. She watched Kandomere walk away, eyes lingering. Why did it have to be like this? Everything that happened to date was just one big spiral that didn’t seem to have a bottom and nothing to grab onto. She’d already agreed to help, but now that it was all happening, she didn’t know what to do.

Kandomere stepped onto the balcony where Officer Jakoby and Callie once sat, a hand on his chest and struggling to even the panicked breaths he didn’t want the others to see. He pressed the phone to his ear and waited only briefly before Montehugh picked up, answering with a casual, “What’s up, boss?”

“I need all warehouses and abandoned structures within a 10 mile radius of my location swept for the Wand and any activity from Inferni,” he snapped, his eyes roaming the horizon of East LA.

He paused. “Y-you got it… what’s going on?” he asked hesitantly, but the tone of Kandomere’s voice only brought a great sense of dread.

He almost laughed. How do you deliver news that the entirety of the city- of the fucking world was under a catastrophic threat? How do you even comprehend that?! “We we’re too late, Ulysses,” he spoke forlornly, pulling his hand down his face. “They brought him back.”

Silence took the place of any words, because silence was all that occupied his mind. It wasn’t just that this was the worst case scenario, it was that all the hard work they’d done to prevent this had all been for nothing. It honestly left him kind of pissed off. “I’ll uh, I’ll get to those sweeps right now, Boss, he replied, ending the call.

Daryl huffed, staring daggers at Shae. “What a coincidence, right?” And he left it at that, leaving the apartment and going back to the car, ringing his wife on his cellphone.

Nick watched Daryl go, frustration building toward his partner’s attitude. “He doesn’t mean it, Shae,” he assured. “All of this Magic stuff has him on edge.”

Rita turned and scoffed in disgust at Ward’s sour words and sudden exit. “What an ass!” she yelled at his departure, looking back at Shae with brows arched in anger. “Don’t listen to that nonsense.”

She could only shake her head. Again, Shae didn’t blame Ward for his attitude toward her. Honestly it was expected, but she had bigger things to worry about. “I need a minute,” she croaked, breaking away from the two mindlessly walking off toward the bathroom down the hall.

Kandomere looked down at the phone after Montehugh ended the call, his hand dropping to his side and face lifting to take in a little of the sunshine warming his pale cheeks. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He needed moments of silence like this to retreat to when shit would eventually hit the fan. He turned to step inside, following Shae with his eyes when she exited the room.

Nick grumbled under his breath, rubbing a hand over his forehead before turning to Kandomere. “What now, boss?”

He stopped beside Jakoby. “For now, we wait to see what Montehugh’s sweep turns up. We don’t know where to start until we have something to go off of,” he explained, again looking in the direction Shae left, but then looking to the front door. “He left?” He asked Nick, his blue brows furrowing.

“Unless he’s walking home, no. Just stepped out.” He shook his head. “He’s not a fan of this. His cooperation with Shae is going to be rocky.”

”He has no choice but to cooperate.” Kandomere said through tight teeth, leaving Nick with a cold glare before following the direction Shae left in, and down the hall.

He quietly approached the only door that was closed in the hall, pausing before gently tapping his knuckles against the door. “Shae? Are you alright?” He called to her softly.

She was hunched over the sink, her head in her hands. You’d think her years of MTF training would’ve prepared her for this. Then again, it had been years longer that she was away from said job. “Yeah,” she called back, voice rough. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Ynshael… Shae jumped at the whispering voice, looking around the bathroom as if someone else was there. No one else was.

”Are you sure?” he asked, shifting to the other side of the door frame. “Listen... I know it’s been too long since we’ve spoke, but I’m still here for you if you need me. To talk, I mean.” Kandomere spoke sincerely, wanting nothing more to see her face when he told her, but the door remained shut. “Shae?”

She pressed her hands to her temples, taking deep breaths to calm herself. First the Inferni, now she’s hearing voices? Fuck this shit. Deep down, she regretted offering her help, but there was no going back.

Once she’d shaken the impending dread, Shae cleaned herself up a bit before heading toward the door. “I’m okay, I just-“ She gasped again as she opened the door, not expecting Kandomere to be so close. Her smaller body bumped into his, her hands grabbing his arms to regain stability. “Ay, Dios mío,” she breathed in a startled tone.

With a loud exhale, Rita reached for the bottle she’d brought with, pouring the cold drink to the brim of her glass. She felt like she should’ve called family to check up on them, but the lack of volcanos erupting and the ground not splitting beneath their feet gave her some reassurance that disaster hadn’t come so abruptly. “Want one?” She asked Nick, tilting her cup in his direction and her smile knocked down a few amps.

He shook his head, holding up his hands. “No, thank you. I don’t drink on the job.” Oh, sweet summer child.

She giggled. “Doesn’t seem to matter much at this point, but suit yourself, Officer,” she toasted at him with a grin, taking a few hearty sips of the drink. I’m not leaving this world sober if I can help it.

Nick chuckled softly at Rita’s banter, doing a double take toward the hall.

Kandomere hadn’t expected her to walk right into him, but that’s what he got for staring so intensely at the grain of the door while waiting for her. He grunted when she made impact, his hands flying up to hold under her elbows and look down at her. He blinked a few times; she was so close. He cleared his throat. “My apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said low, soothingly.

A soft blush dusted her cheeks when she realized how close they were. Not even when working together did they ever find themselves in each other’s arms like this, no matter how often she’d thought about it. “It’s… It’s okay, I, uh…” Her words trailed off as she looked up at him, eyes meeting. Christ alive, she’d forgotten how beautiful this man was. His sleek blue hair, the sharp cut of his jawline and cheekbones, the piercing stare that could intimidate the worst of criminals, but so comforting to Shae. She lost herself in him.

Rita furrowed her brows at the commotion from the hall, throwing back the last of her drink and burping lowly, her eyes narrowing. Are they…? She extended her neck in her struggle to listen to their low conversation in the hall, barely landing the booze in her cup as she poured another.

Kandomere was lost in her gaze, his climbing heart rate quickening his breaths, soaking in this intimate moment with her. His bones ached from her absence... How had he gone so long without taking in her beauty? His hand raised to push back a lock of hair against her cheek, swallowing when his fingertip grazed her warm skin. He just… couldn’t pull away.

The chance was right there. All she had to do was stand on her toes and their lips would lock. It was right there. Instead, she cleared her throat, taking a step back. “I’ll, uh…” She pointed to her bed room. “I’m going to get dressed. Then we can go… do things, or… whatever we need to do.”

Kandomere nodded, taking a step back to allow her passage. “We uh, I have men sweeping the area, so right now we’ll just be waiting to see if they find anything, but we can do that elsewhere,” he told her, blinking clarity back to his vision. “I don’t want to impose.” He exited the hall to leave her to change, walking through the kitchen and living room to the front door with his eyes downcast. He wanted to stop this ridiculous flutter in his gut when he thought of her joining them; now was not the time for these long dormant sensations, or the excitement when thinking of working side by side with her again.

His own hearing was good enough to hear the full conversation. “Maybe Shae should come with us,” Nick proposed. “If they reached out to her once, they may try to do it again. And I don’t think they’ll take no for an answer this time.”

He easily picked up Nick’s voice. “I’m sure you heard him,” Kandomere told her. “And he’s right,” he added. “If they decide to make another proposal in person this time. It’s best you’re not here alone.”

Rita’s brows furrowed, looking at Nick when he spoke. “Huh?” she asked, the conversation going on in the hall only muted murmurs to her human ears.

Nick nodded, turning to Rita. “We’re gonna take Shae with us,” he explained. “A busier neighborhood, somewhere we can keep closer eyes on her with more security.”

She threw back the rest of her drink, an eye pinched shut and her throat burning, a few little coughs following. “I suppose that’s my cue to get going,” she sighed light-heartedly, moving her hair off her shoulder. “Good thing I didn’t drive,” she giggled, gathering her purse and sunglasses that were sat on the counter beside her.

Nick took a bold step forward. “Why don’t you let us take you?” he offered. “It’s getting dark. You shouldn’t be walking alone.”

Inwardly, Rita’d hoped he’d offer a ride, and secretly, she was pretty stoked she had a few extra minutes worth of that ride with the cute cop she for some reason couldn’t stop herself from getting a little flustered over when his golden eyes fell on her. “Sure!” she piped, slipping her purse onto her shoulder a little wobbly.

His ears twitched as he smiled with a nod, walking over and propping his elbow out for her to take.

“Oh, que caballero,” Rita purred, her hand sliding into the crook of his elbow, slyly squeezing the muscle of his bicep.

He had no clue what she said, but he likes how it sounded. He lead her out to the car waiting in the parking lot.

Kandomere’s frown was of mild disgust watching Callie openly flirt with the Orc, his silver eyes rolling and crossing his arms over his chest as he continued to wait, staring at the entrance to the hall. He was impatient, but for what? To get going, or just be by her side and work again?

Shae took a while in her bedroom, getting dressed to properly go outside and packing a bag or two. Her mind reeled at the moment she shared with Kandomere. It was exactly what she’d always wanted, but why did it fill her with anxiety? She tried to push past the thoughts as best she could, slipping the bags on her shoulders and heading out of the room. She dawned a pair of ripped jeans and the same shirt, now covered by a leather jacket.

He looked to the hall again when he heard her steps. He repressed how widely he really wanted to smile. She looked good. “Let me help with those,” Kandomere approached, offering a hand for one.

A soft smile as she slipped one bag off her shoulder. “If they could both go in your car, I’d appreciate that,” she requested. “I actually have my own ride I’d like to take, if that’s okay.”

He eyed her curiously as he reached for her other bag, interested in what means of transportation she had. “Sure. And what about um… Titan?” he asked, looking down at the Corso.

She looked back at Titan who wagged his tail happily, then back to Kandomere, scrunching her nose with an apologetic smile. “Back seat?”

He looked down at the kind eyed beast, nodding stiffly after sharing a few quiet moments with the dog. “I hope he doesn’t puke in cars,” he mumbled, stretching an arm out to let the dog smell his hand.

Shae smiled wide as she watched Titan take to Kandomere so quickly, bumping his nose under his hand for head pats. “Just make sure he has a window seat. He’s a good dog, very smart.” She grabbed her keys from the hook by the door. “I’ll meet you out front,” she called back as she took off for her vehicle.

He nodded, turning towards the door with Titan and the bags in tow. “Now your mother has set high standards for you and that’s what I expect, good boy,” he spoke to the dog, opening the front door. “Please, stay close to us on the road… whatever method you’re taking,” he told Shae before stepping into the hall. He looked up and down; they must be at the cars already.

Nick helped Rita into the back seat, scooting in next to her, as Daryl already took the front passenger. Daryl looked back at the two, then forward toward Kandomere as he brought down bags and the dog. “Where’s Cortez?” he asked.

Kandomere walked beside the trunk of his car and pressed the button, the hatch popping up. “She said she’d ride separately,” he told him, moving to the side to let the dog in the car. “Good thing too, there’s no space left,” he grunted.

”Titan! Ven, ven hermoso!” Rita called cheerily, patting her lap to get the dog to jump in. “You like dogs, right?” she asked Nick.

He smiled wide. “I love them!” He joined Rita in giving Titan all the attention he deserved.

Daryl grunted in response, looking back out the window. He did a double take when a sleek, red Kawasaki motorcycle pulled toward them. “You gotta be kidding me,” he grumbled.

Shae pulled up next to the car, lifting up the visor on her helmet so her face was visible to Kandomere. “I’ll have somewhere to park this, right? Wherever you’re taking me?”

He looked out, slack jawed and staring at the rocket between her legs. “Yeah, yeah there’s parking,” he nodded, his line of sight bouncing up and down between her and the bike. “I have to take your friend home first though,” he gestured to the back seats and the fools ogling the dog.

She nodded understandingly. “No worries, as long as she knows where I’ll be staying.”

He nodded, turning the engine over to the sleek car and pulling onto the street. He looked in his rear view mirror, pressing the button for Titan’s window to lower so he could stick his head out.

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Hello Agent Kandomere. I hope all is well with the new year starting. Take care of yourself, I’m sure your line of work is very stressing. Please tell Agent Monahugh(?) I said Hello.

"Apologies for my late reply. Even though the year started on a good note, I'm afraid it rather quickly went sideways. Nonetheless, I'm glad to see familiar names persisting in this small corner of the internet.

I appreciate your concern, now more than ever. I enjoy my job even after all these years, but I can't pretend it isn't exhausting at times. Every time a new case falls into my hands, I have no way of predicting how much of my life will be occupied by it. It is rather obvious I cannot go into detail, but that's what happened in the last few months. A part of me cannot understand how fast the time had passed, because to me it feels as if the new year was just about to start.

That's partly what I meant when I said exhaustion is a constant in my life. On some days, if not weeks, important events happen one by one and it's absolutely necessary not to lose the lead or allow it to go cold. That preoccupies the mind to the point where nothing else matters. There's always more files to be read, more witnesses to interview, more magic traces to follow before the energy disappears.

As taxing as all of that is, very few things in life can compare to the feeling of finally being able to close the case and, even if only for a few moments, breathe out and relax.

May your days be peaceful and safe wherever life takes you."

#bright 2017 #kandomere #bright kandomere #kandomere bright #kandomere imagine #bright #bright netflix

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As a teacher I run across many heart breaking situations. (Story for Bright AU) PT 8 TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

Tammy grabbed Yavanna and whistled 3 short notes for Jo to follow. She couldn’t see anyone but with the little girl panicking and Jo going on the defense something was wrong. Very wrong. She whispered soothing words to the child in her arms as she padded through the kitchen and living room to the first door on the right in the hallway, a closet. She opened the door and Jo entered first as she followed closing the door than pushing the wall on the back of the closet to reveal the skeleton of the house. Tammy sat Yavanna on her feet and pushed the wall back in place and took her hand while pressing the flashlight button on her phone with the other. This was the last thing she had ever wanted to do, a last resort but she had created this get away for a reason and if exposing it saved this child than so be it.

“Be careful Yavanna, there are pipes and some wires. We also need to be very quiet while moving through here. Okay.” Tammy’s voice was soft but the little girl could feel how anxious she was. “Momma, what is this place? They are gone now. How is Kandy’er gonna know where we are?” Jo turned cocked her head at the woman and whined. Tammy wasn’t responding to Yavanna or Jo. “Momma?” The little girl asked again gaining her attention. “When it’s safe we will go out into the house. We are inside the walls, that’s why we need to be quiet.” No sooner than she finished speaking the they heard the front door open and her a voice, “The door was unlocked sir. Clearing the house now sir.” There was a moment of pause before his voice began calling out for them. Tammy bowed her head, how could she not lock the door? Suddenly another voice came over the officer’s walkie, “We have a bodie, female elf. No ID.” “Shit!” The voice in the house exclaimed before calling out to them again. Tammy grabbed on to Yavanna and Jo and refused to move. Not until it was Kandomere’s voice calling for them at least. For all she knew this could be a trap. Jo laid down and she sat with the child in her lap, quiet as mice until they knew they were safe.

Jo lifted head alerting Tammy to something going on. As she strained to hear anything Jo’s tail began to thump on the ground and her ears pinned down, someone she knew was here. Tammy?! Yavanna?!” She almost cried when she heard the blue elf’s voice. “Kandy’er!” “Kandy’er!” The child who was dozing was now squealing the agent’s name. “We are in the skeleton!” Tammy shook her head. “What?” That alarmed the elf, “What skeleton? Where?” Tammy lead Yavanna back to the wall at the closet Jo was was clawing at and pulled on a handle. Before walking out of the closet Tammy held Yavanna back to allow their eyes to adjust to the light after being in the dark. Jo had already rushed out to meet her friend and lead him to the girls he was frantically searching for. The first she saw was his shoes, being her head was down she followed the suit up to the eyes looking back at her. “We’re okay.” “Kandy’er it was scary! I could smell them! They were here!”

Before he could move to gather them both into his arms another agent appeared beside him. “Sir, you need see this.” He nodded and looked to Tammy, “Grab some clothes for you both and pack the necessities you’ll need for awhile. You won’t be staying here.” Tammy furrowed her eyebrows and looked to Jo who sat next to her. As if reading her mind Kandomere placed his hand on her shoulder, we will find a place for you to have her with you.” She nodded to him. “Go and pack.” He turned and followed the agent out of the house and to a small patch of trees. “There’s no ID but I’m sure she had something to do with what happened here.” Kandomere squatted down and looked at the body of a dark haired female elf with a broken neck and more disturbing no scent. “What do you think Boss?” He stood and looked at his partner Montehugh and simply said, “Reiner.”

Odan sat in his vehicle miles away full of emotion. How did this happen? The moment Ravian saw the look in his eyes she knew and she was going to take matters into her own hands, he couldn’t let her do that. Seeing The woman grab the child and run using her own body to shield whatever may be coming told him this would be delicate besides, Reiner had given his order and he couldn’t let the human nor the child get hurt. No, killing his wife was the right move to make to advance. He started the car and headed to the mansion to let Reiner know what’s happened and that Ravian is no longer with them. Not that he cared much.

Knowing Reiner is involved made this so much more dangerous. “Montehugh, cancel looking for a place for them. I already have a place for them.” Montehugh raised his bushy eyebrows at him and asked, “Shouldn’t you take her out for a date first?” The elf rolled his eyes, “Are you finished?” The red head laughed and replied, “Far from it. Seriously though, where are they staying and do they need my card?” Kandomere sighed, “No, they won’t need your card. They will have the protection they need in case someone tries to come near them again.” “So they are staying with you?” Kandomere ignored his question and turned back toward the house to check on the girls and their packing. Montehugh chuckled. Ross stood next to him with a cocked head and said, “100 bucks says he’s hooked on the teacher.” Montehugh turned and laughed, “Never bet on elf. The sec they find out they will make sure you loose.”

Tammy grabbed hers and Yavanna’s bags and began to head out when she met Kandomere in the living room. “Ready?” He asked. She nodded as he took the bogs and whistled for Jo. He opened the car door and Jo jumped in allowing Tammy to notice the car seat. “Kandomere, you know I can drive my car.” He got Yavanna buckled in, walked around to front passenger door and opened it. “No. It’s safer for you both this way.” Tammy nodded and got in the car and buckled in.

The conversation was nonexistent for the first 5 minutes of the car ride. Tammy turned her head and saw Yavanna dosing and smiled sadly. “She’s exhausted.” “She’s been through a lot.” Tammy nodded in response. She lost herself in thought until a sign caught her eye. “We’re in Elf Town?” “Yes.” “Kandomere, Hotels here, th...” He cut her off. “You’re staying with me. I can guarantee both your safety and Jo is more than welcome.” Tammy swallowed thickly as she looked surprisingly at the elf. “Kandomere.” He stopped at a stop light. “I won’t let anything happen to either of you.” There was a pregnant pause before he continued. “You and I have things to discuss, like why you would hide in the walls of your house.” Tammy could have broken her neck with how fast she turned her head to him. “Okay.” It was mostly a whisper. Not due to being afraid of waking the little girl in the back seat, it was because of the bile churning in her stomach. Kandomere was going to be pissed. He’s been a trusted friend and this was a secret she kept to herself. She felt she had to. The fear she felt every time she saw him in her yard, watching her. She had moved to a partially gutted house on the other side of the city and slowly built it up. At the time she told Kandomere she was going to flip it but decided to stay after it was completed.

Yovanna woke as elf gently carried her. “Kandy’er momma was scared.” She groggily whispered. He rubbed her back. “You both are safe now.” His condo was on the top floor and by the time he open his front door Jo ran in sniffing around followed by the little girl that had wiggled out of his arms. “Jo! Look!” She had her face pressed against the window of his bay window with the German Shepherd’s nose pressed against it next to her. “Wow! Is this your house Kandy’er? Do you eat waffles? Can me and Jo play?” He smiled as the child speared one question after another without waiting for an answer. “You and Jo play. Momma and I have some talking to do.” Yovanna held up a toy she grabbed from one of her bags and began throwing it at the dog giggling when it was caught in mid air.

He took hold of Tammy’s hand and walked into what looked like a sitting room. “What happened and why were you hiding in the walls?” He listened silently as she went through what happened and watched the blood drain from her face when he pressed again about hiding in the walls. “I.” She took a shaky breath waves of guilt, fear, and nervousness hitting Kandomere like bricks. “I was being stocked. At my first house. He would stand outside in the yard and watch me.” She hurriedly added, “I didn’t say anything because I never saw his face. He was always wearing a hoodie and it was like just a black hole were his face should be. That’s why I moved and created the hidden pathway in the walls of the house now.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” The look on the elf’s face was almost feral. “I just did. You’re MTF, you had case after case and the human police department would only say they’ll double up on patrol.” She sighed heavily, exhausted and now running on fumes. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but you were…” “Too busy?” He asked angrily though his face now showing no emotion. “Yes. Too busy keeping others safe when I felt I could solve this problem. And I did. Yovanna and I are safe because of that decision .” He sat down and bowed his head, blue hair cascading like a silky water fall. “You need to stop caring so much for others Tammy. That man could have killed you.” She sat next to him. “Says the guy who spends his life protecting others.” He raised his head and looked at her, “it’s not the same.” “It is, isn’t? He smiled softly at that and pressed his head to hers. “No more secrets.” Tammy closed her eyes relishing in the feel of his hair against her face. “No more secrets.”

“What are you doing?” The little girl’s words were followed by Jo licking their faces. “Talking baby. Did you wear Jo out?” Tammy ask wiping the dogs slobber off her check. Yovanna looked at them both, “It looked like you were gonna kiss.” She wrinkled her nose in disgust. Kandomere laughed and Tammy’s face turned red. “How about you see where you want to sleep?” The little girls eyes sparkled. “Yeah!” She grabbed his hand causing him to stand and follow her as he gave directions. Being left alone for the moment, Tammy allowed the weight of her secret lift before it slammed down on her again. Who was outside the house?

Odan couldn’t believe it. The woman he watched before he married was the guardian of the child. It was too good to be true. He had kept that bit of information from Reiner. This will be more delicate than first thought. He will enjoy this.

#Kandomere Bright AU #kandomere #oc characters #tigger warning

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