#kandomere imagine

[emmyfairy]

Kandomere Wants a baby

kandomere has a realization as he watches you

a/n: alright friends Kandomere was the poll winner! this was inspired by real life events haha (sans the elf sadly) I hope you all enjoy, please like/ reblog if you do and my ask box is always open even just to say hi!

trigger warning: this fic discusses pregnancy!

gif not mine

It was late, the sun had long since set, but work is work, and so Agent Kandomere of the Magic Task Force arrived home late.

Again.

You couldn't fault him really, especially since this time he had sent a text message letting you know that a case had sprung up. You, as his lovely significant other, had taken the chance to make a nice dinner instead of being angry. 

As long as he came home in one piece you were happy.

You had prepared quite the spread, hearty pasta, bread, and an abundance of side dishes, knowing your man would be ravenous after such a taxing day.

Once Kandomere had finally gotten home, his face held a deep exhaustion, and annoyance, both of which disappeared as he wrapped his arms around you and saw the full table. The man had thanked you profusely for such a lovely dinner, before, during, and after finishing his two plates.

You brushed off his offer at doing the dishes, instead setting him on his nice chair in the living room with a glass of bourbon.

You could feel his eyes on you as you washed up at the sink, his chair positioned so the two of you could converse, discussing the idiots he had to deal with at work, Montehugh’s latest hobby update (apparently he is making donuts), and all the things you had gotten up to today.

Kandomere sat, sipping at his glass, his gaze heavy on you as he studied your form a bit more intensely than usual. From this angle he had a beautiful side view of you, watching your hips sway as you scrubbed the dishes. You had enjoyed the dinner as much as he did, and because of this the black slip dress you wore, which flattered your figure very well may he add, was clinging a bit tighter to the bloated tummy you were sporting. 

He knew you didn't care, bloating is a normal part of the digestive process, and he sure as hell didn't mind, in fact he loved it. He always enjoyed your soft bits, loving how they made you you and he showed his appreciation of them on the daily (if you know what I mean wink wink).

So as he watched you in the kitchen, his mind slipped into thoughts of other reasons your stomach could be poking out more, the way the dress was falling, made you look ethereal, made him think how perfect you would look pregnant.

In the past, the thought of his partner being pregnant would have made the elf balk, sick at the thought of such responsibility and never liking anyone enough to even consider such an atrocity. 

Now though, with you? The thought… it actually pleased him. Instead of adversity filling his stomach he felt excitement, the soft brushes of butterfly wings cluing the man into the fact that his feelings on the subject have changed drastically.

Suddenly he realized how much he actually wanted this. Wanted the future he had always sworn off, a house, a marriage license, and some kids. Kandomere was always someone who had feared domesticity, feared intimacy, but something has completely changed his view on it.

You.

He simply loved you, so much to the point where he suddenly understood everyone who gave him a look when he stated how much he didn't want a family, he understands now because he finally has the person he wants it with.

His person.

Kandomere was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the water shut off, or you turning to him, toweling off your hands and mouth poised to ask him if he wanted to go get ice cream. When your gaze fell onto him you noticed his far off look, and the fact that his eyes were planted directly where your ass was.

Typical.

“Kandomere?”

…

“Kandy?’

…

“...babe?”

Sighing and giving up, you threw the damp towel at him, hitting him squarely in the face, fabric hanging over blue hair and gray eyes. 

“Hey what the hell.”

His big hands reached up to yank the towel off of his head, glaring at you until he saw your smirk, knowing somehow he had embarrassed himself.

And yet, the man who would normally care so much about this fact, didn't care, because he didn't need to be bothered feeling embarrassed with you. 

You quirked your eyebrow up, closing the distance between the two of you, arms reaching towards him,

“What’s on your mind boy blue?”

Your hands rested on his shoulders, his wrapping around your waist, conveniently putting his face just about in line with the object of his thoughts. 

“Hmmm, just thinking about something.” 

“Clearly.”  You scoff.

Still, he remained oddly silent, gaze set on you, it worried you a bit.

“You sure you're alright?”

It took him a moment to answer, 

“Yeah, just…”

He didn't go on, seeming as though he was afraid to admit what was on his mind, unlike his usual bluntness. 

Your hand left his shoulder, tucking some hair behind his pointed ear, and laying against his cheek, ushering his eyeline towards yours. 

“Tell me baby.”

And frankly he’d give you anything you could ever want, so who was he, a mere elf, to hold the truth from you. 

“I want a baby.”

Now that threw you to the left field.

Your mind raced a mile a minute, not sure where to stop or what to say to the man holding you.

He let you take your time, knowing he just left quite the impact on you.

It was a very sudden confession from the man you knew to normally sneer at the sight of strollers in the street, but you couldn't help but feel a warmth blossom in you. Kandomere wanted a baby? With you?

You knew he loved you, but this, this, would be the biggest commitment the man could ever make. All of this thinking never included a doubt that you wanted this as well. You wanted to have a baby, to have his baby, more than anything. But before that…

You looked back down to the man sitting in front of you, the yearning and vulnerability in his eyes almost enough to make you cry,

“Well, guess you're gonna have to marry me then huh?”

#kandomere #kandomere fluff #kandomere x reader #kandomere imagine #kandomere x you #kandomere fanfic #bright fanfic #bright imagine #bright 2017 #my wriitng #tw: pregnancy

[ask-kandomere]

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

[starslooklikediamonds]

Kandomere Fic Recommendations

More Than Things  Angst, Fluff, General, Romance - Kandomere x Reader

Stilted Coincidence Angst, Sexual Tension - Kandomere x Reader

Kandomere Headcanon #92 Smutish, Romance -  Kandomere x Reader

Love Is Blind Fluff, Slight Humor - Kandomere x Reader

“Who did this to you?” Drabble  Angst, Hurt - Kandomere x Reader

“Is that my shirt?” Drabble  Fluff, General - Kandomere x Reader

Kandomere Request/Imagine  Fluff, Romance - Kandomere x Reader

Kandomere Drabble   Angst, Fluff - Kandomere x Reader

The Great Cake Calamity Fluff, Slight Humor - Kandomere x Reader

A Kandomere Sleepy Time Imagine  Fluff, General - Kandomere x Reader

Kandomere Shower Imagine NSFW  Angst, Smut - Kandomere x Reader

Kandomere x Reader x Jakoby  Pure NSFW Smut

Untitled  Angst, Hurt, Gory - Kandomere, Leliah

Kandomere Imagine  Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Smut - Kandomere x Reader

Leave Your Light On Angst, Slight Fluff, General - Kandomere x Reader

So Let Go  NSFW Smut - Kandomere x Reader

Doesn’t Get Better Than You  Fluff, General - Kandomere x Reader

Your Touch Becomes My Everything  NSFW Smut - Kandomere x Reader

“It’s just a cut, really” Drabble Angst, Hurt/Comfort - Kandomere x Reader

Precautions  Slight Angst, Fluff - Kandomere x Reader

Untitled NSFW Imagine  Pure Smut - Kandomere x Reader

Kandomere Request  Fluff, General - Kandomere x Sick Reader

The World As You See It  Fluff, General - Kandomere x Reader

Kandomere Request  Sad, Angst, Hurt/Comfort - Kandomere x Reader

Well This Is New  NSFW Smut - Kandomere x Reader

Kandomere Request  Humor, General - Kandomere x Reader 

Biting Pure NSFW Smut - Kandomere x Reader

“You don’t have to pretend with me.” Drabble  Angst, Hurt/Comfort -  Kandomere x Reader

Kandomere Isn’t Lovin’ It  Slight Humor, General - Kandomere, Montehugh

You can Call  Hurt/Comfort, Fluff - Kandomere x Reader

“Is that all it takes?” Drabble  NSFW Smut - Kandomere x Reader

Bad guys come to Kandomere’s apartment and….. Angst - Kandomere x s/o

Kandomere x Reader Series  NSFW Smut, Angst, Some Romance

20 Years Coming Pt. 1  Angst, Hurt - Reader, Leilah

20 Years Coming Part 2 Angst, Hurt - Kandomere, Reader, Leilah

20 Years Coming Part 3  Angst, Hurt/Comfort - Kandomere, Reader, Leilah

Conflicting Jurisdiction- Part 1  Angst, Crime - Kandomere, Montehugh, OFC’s

Conflicting Jurisdiction- Part 2  Angst, Crime - Kandomere, Montehugh, OFC’s

Headcanons - 

A Random Assortment Of Kandomere Headcanons 

Assorted Kandomere Headcanons Pt 2

Love Languages - Kandomere Pt 1 - Giving

Love Languages - Kandomere Pt 2 - Receiving

NSFW Kandomere Headcanons

Kandomere Kisses

I invite you to imagine Kandomere and his S/O walking down the street in uptown LA just messing around and enjoying a nice day…..

Kandomere and a Bright S/O Headcanons

Kandomere x Fem!Human headcanons

Kandomere’s Dreaded Moments - Small Headcanon

Living with Kandomere headcanons  

Sexy elf daddy coming home from work and the whole apartment smells like his S/O and their arousal…..

Random Kandomere Bedroom Headcanon

Headcanon how Kandomere reacts when you get hurt

Kandomere Domestic Headcanons

Just some random boyfriend Kandomere headcanons

Small Headcanon - Kandomere has a big fat sweet tooth..

Some Kandomere/Human s/o Headcanons

Kandomere and Montehugh Work Headcannons

On Compassion and Corporate Life

Hear me out. Kandomere has sharp teeth right? Imagine him being fascinated by your teeth…..

#kandomere #kandomere headcanons #kandomere smut #kandomere x reader #kandomere bright #kandomere x oc #kandomere requests #bright netflix #edgar ramirez #nick jakoby #kandomere fanfiction #kandomere fics #kandomere fic recommendations

[minorobsessionhere]

Kandomere x OC (Liren) Pt. 9

Kandomere grips the wheel hard enough it starts to soften beneath his hands. He loosens his grip long enough to keep it from snapping. {Foolish orc boy}. Kandomere knew that he shouldn’t have interfered. He knew better. Shouldn’t involve himself any further in her life more than was necessary. Liren could handle Michael herself. But after what she’d told him about her abusive ex boyfriend, he was firm in thinking she shouldn’t have to. He’d seen the tightness in her eyes when she recounted her story; how the memories still haunted her, keeping her on edge. She needed rest and if the orc boy couldn’t give it to her, then he would… he wanted… He wanted to give her whatever small shelter he could provide her. Idiot boy. He’d seen the boy grab her and reacted. He didn’t think the boy would really hurt her. He wouldn’t mean too. The boy's scent was all over her. Instantly he knew why Liren had been away all week. He’d known. Hadn’t allowed himself to think about it. His jealousy. It pulled at something in his chest, gripping him tight, leaving him feeling heavy inside. Seeing the marks on the boy's neck; that made him angrier than anything else, seeing, knowing her teeth had been in him. He was foolish enough to admit that he wanted a matching set of his own. The jealousy gnawed at him. He didn’t allow himself, tried, not to imagine what it would feel like to have her blunt teeth drag across his skin, or how it would feel when they sank into him, how hot her mouth would be, the flick of her tongue… He shouldn’t allow such thoughts. He was the problem. He couldn’t keep her off his mind.

It was useless though, Liren had stung him so deeply that the wound would never heal. Her presence was the only balm that eased his suffering, though being so close to her, and not allowed to be with her how he wished, it was torture. One he gladly put himself though. Even if the orc boy was not in the picture Liren might not have him. It was a possibility that he’d considered but the reality of finding out that answer, he wasn’t sure he was ready for it.

Kandomere had decided once again, when he left her the last time, that he could be content with their relationship as it was; he could be her friend. Offer her an ear to listen, a shoulder to lean on. He’d allow himself that. Kandomere didn’t want to be her friend but he wouldn't push her. Even if he’d like more. He’d like for her to be happy. He recalled the first time seeing her in her garden of Eden, and how radiant she’d been; smiling, her skin glistening in the sun. Persephone he’d called her. That was still how he thought of her, beautiful, and flourishing like the spring. But wild in a way that he wasn’t sure how to describe.

Liren joined them from the back seat and was so very quiet. Kandomere tried to get a read on her face but he couldn’t pinpoint if she was angry or embarrassed, perhaps a mixture of both. “We’ll talk later.” He’d intended to sound kinder, less gruff, but he was never quite what he wanted to be when it concerned her. Something would have to be done about the boy, if there was going to be a fight every time he was near… It couldn’t go on. The boy needed to rein in his emotions. Or he might lose her. {One could only hope.} 

It seemed almost cruel to wish it on the boy. It would be like leaving him stranded in the dead of winter. To survive on nothing but ice and the dead flowers that had bloomed so beautifully. {Orcs are resilient though}. Michael was still young, he might survive losing the favor of a goddess, better than gaining her ire. But one might say that it is better to be the recipient of her anger rather than lose her attentions entirely. Kandomere had been on the receiving end of her anger before and shameful as it was, he’d relished it. Hadn’t understood why it amused him so much. He hadn’t been aware that he himself was wandering out into the snow. Was he to be Hades or Demeter? Not quite sure whom he’d be in this case. Kandomere wasn’t certain he wanted to be either. Did he want to be the mother that got her way, to keep her, and kept the world in a constant state of wonder? Or would he be the other that also kept her… against her will and offset that natural beauty and sent the world spiraling into cold and darkness? No… As much as he wanted her… He’d like to be the choice. He wanted to be her freedom; the will to be as free and wild as she wanted. Kandomere wanted to see her wild. She was a sight to behold in her full glory. It's how he always imagined her, like the first time he saw her at the nursery: Glowing in the sun, flowers in hand, feet bare, the smell of citrus in the air. Kandomere knew he idolized her too much. She was just a woman. Perhaps she could be both, like the vernal equinox, if she was allowed to teeter on the edge of spring and winter.

Liren had been reckless. She’d defended him and not the orc. That meant something to him. She didn’t want us to fight, is what he told himself; Trying not to place hope where there might be none. The agent in him knew he should warn her of her actions, but the other part of him was proud of her, a bit giddy even. And flattered. That same part of him wished she hadn’t done anything at all. The orc boy was testing him and he had had just about enough of him throwing his weight around. He wasn’t a violent male, and the orc was young, but sometimes Kandomere thought it’d be nice to knock the smirk off the boys face. Kandomere shook the devious thought from his head and blinked to snap himself out of his musings. He wasn’t going to beat a boy that was barely out of his teens, no matter how much he wanted to. And he ought to quit reading fairy tales before bed. Hades has always seemed a lonely sort and he needed to stop drawing such silly comparisons that would do nothing but drive him mad. Liren was just a woman. And he wasn't a philosopher or anything particularly important for that matter, so he’d focus on things that were; other things besides Liren. He’d focus on this case and finishing it at last. Leilah was the only female that he needed to focus on.

They rode in tense silence for a while, and it wasn’t until they’d gotten caught up in morning traffic was it Liren that finally broke the silence. “So, tell me what progress have you two made in my absence?” Liren chimed from behind him. She scooted to the middle of the back seat; placing herself in the view of his mirror. Kandomere felt her hands on the back of his headrest and saw the other resting on Montehughs. The tightness was gone from her eyes now as her gaze flickered back and forth between the two of them, searching. Kandomere shot his partner a look; letting him do the honors.

“Well Cupcake, can’t say there’s been much while you’ve been gone. It’s definitely been quieter with you gone I’ll say,” he quips. Liren narrows her eyes and thumps his partner's arm.

“Oh just say you’ve been lost without me Red.” 

Montehugh snorts. “There was one thing.” Montehugh pauses for dramatic effect… “The coven was spotted a few nights back.”

Lirens eyes widen and her head snaps towards him. Liren smacks Kandomere’s arm and frowns. “Why didn’t you tell me,” she demands. “You could have called, or texted me.”

Before he can stop himself Kandomere opens his mouth, “You were busy.” He can visibly see how the excitement coursing through her stills and morphs into something else, as red creeps across her cheeks. Liren recovers quickly and tilts her head, warning him that he’s close to starting something. And she’s right, he knows better than to rile her. But he’s missed her and the wildfire. Kandomere very much wants to burn. {Don’t cross the line.} 

“Not too busy to answer a call. I’d have liked to know at least.” She huffs and falls back in her seat. “You shouldn’t have kept it from me,” she shoots him a worried glance but he’s not sure what it is she’s trying to tell him. He wished she’d just say it. But it's not her style. At least not with Ulysses around. Perhaps she’ll tell him the next time they sit down for one of their chats. 

Montehugh fills her in on what little details they’ve gathered and Liren mulls them over. There’s not much. Just a sighting in Elftown, bodies left behind, and a small shuddering that set off a few car alarms across the city. Liren’s shocked. “I didn’t feel a thing.” Kandomere knew her power had limits but he had hoped she might have felt something, a murmur of the quake. But that was expecting too much, he realized, she’d been too far away of course. He hadn’t said it aloud, not only was he in awe of her, but he was rather jealous too. He envied her powers. He liked to imagine that he’d have captured Leilah by now if he’d had Lirens magic. It might have made a difference in the past. Stopped Leilah somehow. The desire to rewrite history was nothing but a fool's wish.

  While Liren was a bit annoyed they hadn’t let her know of the news, she didn’t stay angry for long, she couldn’t, she was too glad to see them. And when they arrived at the gates of Elftown she refocused her attention to the task at hand. Finding a madwoman. There weren’t any poor sections of Elftown, but Kandomere had taken them to the less… glittering part of town. She wasn’t sure why but she felt a little on edge as she exited the vehicle. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she felt a buzz climb through her that left her fingers and toes tingling. She grabbed Kandomere’s attention and nodded. The wand had been here. She could still feel it, the lingering magic. She shook her hands to dispel the tingling and started to follow the muted thrum of magic. A hand on her arm stops her. Liren turns back towards Kandomere and looks down at vest he’s pushed into her hands. She takes it from him and pulls it over her head, tightening the straps till she gets to the one across her back that she always struggles with. Before she can ask him, Kandomere has brushed her hand away as he pulled the strap snug against her. Heat creeps across her skin at his nearness but she doesn’t let it distract her now. They were close to something, at least closer to the wand than they’d been in weeks. So she smiles at him and tells Montehugh to hurry up. Liren swallows when she notices Red’s hand stray to the gun on his hip.It’s not that shes uncomfortable around guns; she’d grown up around them, everyone had guns. He’s just being cautious. “The wand isn’t here,” she says. “It was recently, I can tell, but it’s not here anymore.” 

Of course it's not here. They wouldn’t leave it, you moron.

Liren sees interest in Kanomere’s eyes as he moves to take the lead from her. Kanomere leads them into an apartment building but Liren stops him. There isn’t anything there. Instead she directs them towards a rear exit and into the alley. Her fingers ache when she comes to a spot that looks like it has been scorched. She sends Kandomere a questioning look and he explains this is where the confrontation had ended. Liren sucked in a breath when she realized what he meant. Someone had died here. As she looks around she realizes just how many burn marks there are in the pavement, so many people had died here. A brief wave of nausea rolls through her, but she lets it pass as she swallows it down. It didn’t feel right to be there. She wanted to leave. Picking up on her discomfort, Kandomere ushers them further down the alley and asks if she can tell which way they went. Liren couldn’t. The remnants of magic had ended where those people had died. Her hands ached and she shook them out again. Kandomere caught her doing it this time and narrowed his eyes at her hands, before he caught her eye. “I think that’s all we need to see here.” Liren wasn’t sure whether she was glad he was giving her an out or not. This place made her uncomfortable and achy. She wanted to be glad, this was the closest they’d been to the wand in weeks but she couldn’t shake off that uneasy feeling that had overtaken her in the alley. And the lingering feeling of death. “I’m sorry Kandomere. The wand was here. It feels like it was here not long ago. How many days has it been?”

“Only one,” he says. Liren's eyes widen and her stomach drops. She gags and has to turn away from them before she throws up. A crime scene. She just walked through a ‘fresh’ crime scene. I thought Red said days ago! With that last thought she upchucks. Liren braces herself against the wall with a hand as she removes the remainder of her breakfast from her stomach. She's mortified. She feels gross, not just because she's gone sick, but because she feels like some of the awfulness from the scene is sticking to her. She wants out of here. She wants a shower and for her hands to stop tingling.  But she's too afraid to move, look up, and see their faces. She's just thrown up all over a crime scene and in front of Kandomere and Montehugh. She’ll never be able to look them in the eyes again. First Mikey and now this. I’m always embarrassing myself in front of them. Liren puts her head between her knees, sucking in a breath. When she feels a hand on her back and she wants to melt into a puddle of goo. Kandomere moves the braid from her shoulder and lays it on her back, brushing the stray hairs from her neck, before he rests his hand on her back again. The coolness of his hand felt wonderful on her skin. Please don’t look at me, she pleads from inside her head. The hand on her back disappears for a moment as she finds the courage to stand. Wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes she quickly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She doesn't look at either of them at first. When she does Montehugh shoots her a sympathetic glance, like he understands. She can’t bring herself to look at Kandomere yet. She wants to thank him but her humiliation is too fresh. She doesn’t have the courage to say the words yet. Oblivious to her struggles, Kandomere follows behind her, with a light hand on her back to steady her. She almost swats it away. Not because she doesn’t want him to touch her, just because this isn’t how she imagined it. He’s being kind and she can’t push him away when he’s being so openly sweet to her. It’s a side of him she's never seen before. Not that she can recall. Not meeting his eyes, she lets the two agents steer her away from the alley and into the back of the suv.

Montehugh offers her a lukewarm bottle of water from god knows where. Accepting it from him she sips it, before swishing the water in her mouth and spitting. Her stomach isn’t quite so queasy anymore but she's unsettled and the tips of her fingers still tingle. Kandomere opens her door and she knows he wants her to talk to him, to look at him. “Take this off.” He tugs at one of the straps on her vest and she nods, letting him help her out of it. 

She appreciates his attentiveness, “thank you”. Liren leans back and soaks in the air conditioning as it blasts against her face. It's wonderful. She flexes her hands and drops them to her lap. The aching has slowed. She almost jumps when Kandomere takes her left hand and inspects it, flipping her palm in his, and doing the same with the other. She can’t help herself now and they lock eyes.

“What’s wrong,” he asks. 

“My fingers are tingling. From the magic I guess. Whatever that was back there, there was a faint murmur of it under my feet… but it traveled up my arms like a shock… and I just can’t shake it off. I don’t know how to explain… but my hands hurt.”

He was quiet, trying to understand. Once she’s said that she was hurting, his face dropped and it morphed into something she hadn’t quiet seen in him before. Fearful. With wide eyes he searched for the phone in his pocket that he couldn’t seem to grasp. “Do you need medica-”

Liren shakes her head vehemently. “No, no. It's fine. I’m fine. I just- freaked out a little when I realized how recent everything happened.” Kandomere studies her and then her hands a second time before he nods, calming.

“I’ll take you home.”

“No. I’m fine. I swear. Just, give me a second. Maybe a little more warning next time. I don’t know why I reacted that way,” she gestures to her hands. “I just need to know about the bodies beforehand next time.”

She doesn’t want to go home at all. She’s been cooped up for too long and if Mickey is still there he’ll wonder why she’s back so early and she hasn’t thought of exactly what to tell him happened this morning. He saw but she’s hoping that she can sway him into believing it was his mind playing tricks on him. Liren doesn’t want to deal with him just yet.

“Hopefully there won't be a next time. I won’t lead you in blind again. I-I didn’t think. I’m sorry.” he trails off. Liren stops him. There's a moment's pause before Kandomere looks down at her hands once more before letting go and closing her door. Montehugh appears from nowhere and takes his place in the passenger seat. And he doesn’t miss a beat.

“It’s always something with you. Well whaddya you want for lunch kiddo? You must be starving.”

Liren shoots him a simpering look before she rolls her eyes at him. “I was thinking, sloppy joes,” she says deadpan. Montehugh gags at the same time Kandomere gives her a horrified look in the rearview mirror. Liren smirks and the two blue brows ease their way down his forehead. Liren almost laughs. Liren reaches for her seat belt and suggests the place Kandomere had taken them to a few times. The elf eyes her for a moment, not believing she doesn’t want their usual: chicken nuggets. But considering what just happened in the alley Kandomere shouldn’t be so surprised. Liren nearly laughs when Montehugh shoots her a look of betrayal, but there's something else, a gleam in his eye, like he’s won a little victory of some kind but she's not sure what it is Montehugh thinks he’s won, They aren’t going to Mds today.

Kandomere must be thrilled.

He must be. Because Kandomere tries to coddle her for the rest of the day. Liren lets him to some extent but she refuses to let him take her home until they are finished for the day. She asks him to return to the alley but Kandomere refuses. “Tomorrow,” he says. Liren pins him with a hard stare and shakes her head at him. He’s just as bad a Mikey. She looks down at her hands and wiggles her fingers. They’d stopped tingling a while ago and she was eager to get back on the trail now that they had one. She chews the inside of her cheek and bounces her leg a little. She’s a bit disappointed with herself. She’d seen bodies before at the warehouse. They hadn’t been dead though, or turned into scorch marks on the sidewalk. That was what a wand could do. And that was why she needed to get her shit together. Before something truly terrible happened to anyone else.

“Well boss I say we call it in early. I promised the missus that I’d be home in time for The Bachelor.” Liren can’t stop herself from gaping at the big man. Montehugh most certainly did not look like one to watch the Bachelor. “Charolette is crazy about it for some reason. It’s complete garbage. I pretended to watch at first. And now she’s got me hooked.” Montehugh ribs Kandomere as he goes on about the current season of the show. She’s known the jolly red giant was a huge softy but to hear him speak about his wife makes her see him in a whole new light. The dutiful husband. She can tell how much he loves her from how his voice softens just the slightest when he says her name. It's so sweet. Liren would like to meet Charlotte. She must be something if she can put up with the red man's antics. 

Kandomere surprises her by dropping Montehugh off at the office. She’s not been back inside since they took her into custody the first day they all met.  And that's fine with her. A brief pang of worry courses through her but fades as soon as Montehugh exits the vehicle and shoots them a parting wave. Though she's a bit curious to see where Kandomere and Montehugh work when they aren't in the field. Are there cubicles? Desks? Communal coffee pot? She had no desire to return inside that building.

She doesn’t move to take Montehugh’s seat but lets Kandomere chauffeur her home. Not much is said and they ride back to her house in comfortable silence. Liren knows he’s gearing up for one of their little talks. That’s fine. She’s prepared for it. She won’t mind so long as Michael is gone by the time they get back. She can’t stand the hostility between the two of them. It was beyond ridiculous. Surely as ridiculous as whatever lie she’d come up with to throw Mikey off.

Liren relaxed a little when she saw that the coast was clear and Mikey’s car was gone. Liren was relieved, she wasn’t in the mood for any more of his shenanigans today. As the car was put in park, she slid from her seat and cleared her throat. Kanomere eyed her waiting for the invitation. She motioned towards her door and he followed behind her.

Kandomere took a seat at the counter as Liren toed off her boots. Running a hand over her arm to smooth the prickled skin that rose up from his gaze. He’d been watching her all day with such close scrutiny she was sure he’d mapped out every wrinkle in her forehead by now. But this was a softer concern. An odd contrast when she considered Mikey… The orc treated her like glass and Kandomere looked at her like glass, like he could see right through her. One of his most unnerving traits, but one she appreciated. If she were completely honest with herself, she liked the way he watched her. It kept them in this strange limbo; both keeping an eye on the other.

Liren offers him a drink, which he accepts, as she pours one for herself. “I didn’t mean to worry you today,” she says meekly.

 A blue brow quirks up at her and Kandomere sets his drink down. A strained expression pulls his brows together as what must be guilt washes over his face. 

“I shouldn’t have taken you there without telling you. I did not think... I did not know it would affect you so. I’m sorry.”

Liren doesn’t like his sad face and reaches a hand out towards his, gently setting hers atop his. His hands are cool. Kandomere doesn’t pull away. Instead he goes almost completely still. Her eyes make it to his chest, and the small expanse of skin at his throat when she notices his breathing, and then settle her eyes on his eyes. She doesn’t feel brave enough for them yet but she looks anyway. The neon pools of blue nearly swallow her. Let me drown.

“Oh, you don’t have to apologize… It's not your fault. Magic can’t always be explained. It wasn’t the magic that bothered me so much as it was… knowing that those people met such an awful end… Apparently my nerves aren’t as strong as I’d like them to be.”

Kandomere nods, but the tightness in his brow doesn’t fade away. He scoffs, “It’s almost funny… you are the most terrifying person I've ever met.” Liren is a bit taken aback by this. She wants to ask what he means but is distracted when he moves his hand, turning hers over, to inspect her fingers again. “How are your hands?”

She’d held his hand before but this contact was different. It was the kind of simple touch that caused warmth to grow in her chest. It’s silly. But she can’t help but notice again how cool his hands are on hers. He’s touched her more today that he has the entire time they’ve known each other, and she can’t help but think that is a terrible waste. He has such lovely hands. Soft but callused in a few spots. And so cool. Someone ought to hold his hand more often. The absurdity of the idea makes her blush and she pulls away gently. She doesn’t even know if he’s single. He very well could be seeing someone. But… the way he… 

“They are perfectly fine. The aching stopped a while ago.” She makes a show of waving her hands around as she explains to him her theory. How the magic had made the shock of it all settle in her hands, because that was mostly how she used her magic. She wasn’t sure but it had been bad magic. It didn’t make sense, magic was magic, a neutral entity. But that’s what it had felt like. Kandomere only nods and apologizes for it again and Liren makes a face at him. “You’re forgiven if that's what you want to hear but only if you promise to forget about me hurling my guts up today. Deal?” Shaking his head at her, he agrees on one condition.

“You’ll tell me if anything like that happens again. If it hurts you like that again.” While she's doubtful it will happen again she agrees if it will stop his worrying.

“I won’t keep anything from you, Kandomere.” She means it when his cool eyes wash over her. She’d probably tell him anything if he kept those starlit pools trained on her any longer. 

Her words have a different effect than she anticipates and he squeezes her hand back. It's hard to think suddenly. What had they been talking about just now? Kandomere clears his throat but Liren is the first to let go. The moment dies but Liren bounces back quickly. Falling into the role of catering hostess. Kandomere lets her ply him with another glass of sugary tea and snacks, just as he had poured his attention over her earlier. Once she calmed herself again, they moved to the living room and begin chatting about other things, personal things. He inquires about her week away and she maneuvers around his question as best she can. She tells him it was enjoyable for the most part but she’s glad that it's over now. Liren’s more than ready to get back to her routine. When she asks about his week, all he says is that he's picked up some light reading. She is curious to know what he reads about but all he says is he’s dabbling in a bit of mythology. She assumes it's related to the business with the wands and rolls her eyes at him. He smirks back at her. “You assume it's to do with work, don’t you,” he asks. “It's not all that I do, you know. I do have some small semblance of a life outside of the office.”

Liren barks a laugh. “Like what?”

“Like I said, I read, and Ulysses and I often…” he begins, to prove to her that there is more to him than the badge that he carries.

Lirens yawns, stands to stretch and moves into the kitchen. Kandomere suddenly realizes that he's overstayed his welcome hours ago and begins to move towards the door to make his exit. He sees Liren pull a jug of milk from the fridge and a familiar bowl out from the sink. The goodbye on his tongue dies when she asks if he’d like to help her feed Frank again. There’s a teasing tilt to her voice, a challenge. Kandomere smirks before taking the bowl from her hands. He’d like nothing more than to help her feed the little rat. Or tease her a bit. “You know if you keep feeding the little monster it will keep coming back.”

Lirens mouth purses as she holds the door for him to go ahead of her. “He’s not the only one apparently.” Kandomere feels warmth spread to his ears when her words hit there mark. She had him there. His stomach was one of his weaknesses and Liren knows it.

He huffs in response, “let's feed the little beast then. If he bites me I’m calling pest control.” Liren smacks his arm causing the milk to almost splash out of the bowl. He’s quick to right the bowl and sends an unamused look towards Liren.

“Careful now. Franklin won’t thank you for spilling his dinner.” Liren laces her hands behind her back, feigning innocence and merrily leads the way to the willowy tree where the little pest lives. There's no sign of the fairy as Liren steps through the gate, but as soon as Kandomere steps foot over the threshold an angry buzzing sounds from above and the pissed off fairy is flitting in his face, screaming what must be some faerie obscenities. “Franklin,” Liren chides the blue devil, which hardly phases the creature at all. Franklin circles Kandomere once more before he glides over to Liren, landing on her shoulder, and begins to chirp sweetly in her ear. Liren chuckles and shakes her finger at the creature perched on her arm. Perhaps it's childish of him, but Kandomere can’t help the satisfied grin that tugs at the corner of his mouth when he sees that Liren isn’t buying into the gnats sweet talk. “Now Frank, you know better than that. Kandomere is a friend. And he’s brought you supper. Manners.”

Kandomere swears the fairy must understand every word she says, because it looks directly at him, back to Liren, and then to him again and bares its teeth in a weak hiss. Liren shoulders sag as she sighs and plucks the fairy from her shoulder and sets him at the base of the tree, patting its little head. She motions for Kandomere to come closer and set the bowl down. Kandomere obeys and catches a glimpse of his shoe as he sets the bowl down in front of the fairy. The little beast has gone on his shoe. Kandomere flashes his teeth at the fairy as it hisses at him again. “Quiet you overgrown gnat.” Liren smacks him again. Kandomere narrows his eyes at her and mumbles the name of a pest company to her. Smack.

“He’ll never like you if you keep that up. He knows what you're saying.”

Kandomere doubted that was the case but it did almost seem that there was a glint in the fairy’s bulging eyes. It gave him pause. There was some… depth…a look of knowing. It let out another angry buzzing noise before it fluttered down to bowl. With Liren watching over it, it stuck its whole face into the bowl of milk, making a rather large mess for such a small creature. Franks head emerged, milk dripping everywhere. The fairy looked up at Liren adoringly as she wiped its face with a finger. Perhaps Kandomere has been mistaken about its intelligence, Liren might think it capable of some higher level of thought, but based on its terrible table manners, Kandomere was still in the belief that it was just a bug. Though a somewhat domesticated one. It was just a fairy. The only thing special about it was that Liren had taken it under her wing. A lucky little bug.

Kandomere dropped to his haunches next to Liren and watched the fairy continue to make a mess of its dinner, pausing to lick its dirty little hands every few seconds. Liren paused from watching her pet to look at Kandomere, and did a double take down at his shoes. Her eyes went wide before looking up at him and letting out a laugh. She bites her lips and covers her mouth, trying and failing miserably to stop another laugh before it escapes. She attempts a weak apology but it falls flat. Kandomere sticks his finger into the bowl and flicks milk at Liren then at Franklin. Liren is unbothered and wipes it away with the back of her hand. Franklin however, finds this gesture insulting, the fairy hisses and takes a quick nip at his finger, leaving a tiny set of bloody teeth marks. Kandomere jerks his finger back and glares at the beast.

“I told you he bites. Serves you right,” Liren chuckles. Kandomere rises as she stands, saying goodnight to Franklin as she shuts the gate behind them. As they make their way back to the house, Liren takes his hand in hers, inspecting the bite on his finger. A few drops of blood leak from the wound and Liren tisks at him. 

“I’m sorry. He shouldn’t have done that. I’ll give him a firm talking to tomorrow. We’ll need to clean this though. I’d hate for you to lose a finger.”

Kandomere doesn’t hide his disbelieving look from her. “I’m sure a good scolding will set him right.” 

He could care less if she sprayed the little beast with pesticide. But she was touching him again. He had her hand again, for the… how many times had he held her hand today? He couldn’t recall. It didn’t matter. Lirens nimble fingers stroked the side of his injured hand before she settled it in the crook of her arm. His surprise quickly fades as he falls into step with her, enjoying the moment with her arm in his. Kandomere lets her steer him down a different path than the one they came. They walk at a slow pace and continue the fake argument about Franklin. Liren seems back to her normal quirky self. The events of the afternoon forgotten. She lets go of him only once when he points out the variety of blooms that have caught his eye. Liren laughs, “These are from my chaos garden.” Kandomere raises a brow at her. They are an odd bunch next to all of her neatly planned shrubs and trees. “I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with this space, so I just tossed a bunch of seeds and these sprouted up.” she explains as she pinches off one of the flowers, and tucks it into his breast pocket. It's a simple gesture but it makes his heart soften.

“Thank you.”

She gives a little shrug, “It’s just a little wildflower.”

“My favorite kind.”

Kandomere’s watching the way Liren’s messy braid moves across her back when they get back to her house. Liren points to his chair and he dutifully falls into it. Liren comes back to him with a first aid kit in hand and perches on the arm of the chair. She pulls his hand into her lap, and starts to clean his bitten finger. It's hard not to be hyper aware of her like this, when the smell of her hair fills his nose. Citrus. And he can make out more of the details of her many tattoos, the piercings in her ears, the freckle on her wrist. They are no closer than they were in the garden but this is far more intimate. She’s so close, his hand in her lap, arm balanced on her knee as she works. It only takes a moment before she’s done and covering his finger with a pink bandaid. But it's long enough for him to enjoy the way her hands feel. The pads of her fingers are soft as they smooth over his hand. Her palms are rough, no doubt from all her time spent welding a trowel. They are good hands. And the tiny little tattoos on her fingers made them even prettier, the simple designs drawing attention to the length of her fingers. Her hands are smaller than his. Warmer too. Her so human trait. “It's the only color I have left but it suits you.” Her voice snaps his attention from his admiring of her hands, and he shifts his gaze to the wrap on his finger. He doesn’t mind. It's just a color. It matches the shade of pink on her cheeks perfectly. “Thank you.”

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Imagine # 627

Gifs NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

If any gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted 2020

*I might attempt writing this on my Wattpad...

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[renegadepisces]

Bright Imagine: Kandomere accidentally meeting your family Pt. 2

You weren’t sure if Kandomere was flirting. You also weren’t sure if he’d meant what he said about coffee on Monday. 

Thankfully, an all points bulletin for a centaur brandishing swords in both hands as he galloped through the Natural History Museum prevented you from finding out. Of course, you were less thrilled at the prospect of missing lunch and lingering at the office well after dark. 

A notification from your phone tore your attention away from the mound of paperwork in front of you. You’d disarmed the centaur, but not without injury. The stitches you received at the hospital were not enough to get you sent home though. You’d put the cuffs on the centaur, so you had to deal with the paperwork. 

That meant forms for booking his swords into evidence, forms for cataloging damage to the museum, forms for turning him over to the hospital for drug screening - and you were certain he was on something - and more forms for processing him in jail. And then there were injury reports and the statements from your colleagues. The centaur would likely face an additional charge of assaulting an officer, which meant you could look forward to wasting an entire day testifying against him in court sometime in the future. 

You expected a text from Kandomere asking where your report was. He was usually the only other soul at the office this late. But it wasn’t Kandomere or anyone else in your unit. The notification was from your in-law, and your jaw clenched as you read it.

Heads up, the kids said they saw you on the nightly news while we were washing dishes. Are you ok?

Being on the news and the unwelcome attention that would bring wasn’t the purpose of their warning. You knew what they were really preparing you for. Any second now -

Your phone buzzed sharply against the wooden surface of your desk, only somewhat muffled by the piles of paper surrounding it. The caller ID image showed your sibling smiling broadly and grasping all three of their children tightly in a hug. It was one of your favorite pictures, but you were sure its subjects weren’t smiling now. 

Sighing, you accepted the call. Your sibling wouldn’t stop calling until they heard your voice. Maybe not even then. You did the same thing whenever they experienced a close call at work.

“Before you start, I am 100% totally fine. There’s nothing to worry about.” You told them, enunciating each syllable slowly and calmly in the hopes it would rub off on them.

It didn’t. 

“You went full Xena Warrior Princess on the 7 o’clock news, and that’s what you tell me?” Your sibling screeched, causing you to grimace and pull your phone away from your ear. 

“That’s a bit of an overreaction, don’t you think?”

That was clearly the wrong answer because you couldn’t manage to get a word in for 10 minutes while your older sibling ran through a laundry list of questions. 

No, you didn’t need to make a doctor appointment. No, you didn’t need to stay the night with them either. Yes, you were sure that you were perfectly well enough to drive yourself home from work. No, you didn’t have a concussion. You suspected that last one wasn’t quite true, but that was a problem for later. 

Finally, your sibling seemed pacified.You’d put him on speakerphone about 5 minutes into the conversation so that you could keep doing paperwork.

“Okay, fine. But turn on your camera. I want to see your face. The kids want to see you.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you warned. “I caught a hoof in the face at some point. I’m sure it looks worse than it feels but it might not reassure them.”

You heard the anxious intake of breath from the other end of the line and cut your sibling off before they could wind themselves up again. 

“What if I show you my face and you tell them I’ll come over for dinner on Friday? The bruises will have faded by then. In the meantime, I can read them a bedtime story to distract them and you all can get to sleep.”

Your sibling paused, considering your plan. It was late and getting close to the boys’ bedtime. Your niece was hopefully already sleeping soundly in her crib at this point. But seeing news footage of your scuffle with the centaur had no doubt whipped them into a frenzy. You doubted they would sleep well tonight, and a pang of guilt echoed through you at the thought of them worrying about you. 

Your sibling agreed and did their best to stifle a wince when you flipped your camera on. You didn’t blame him. You gotten up from your desk since Ward and Jakoby brought you back to the station, which had allowed you to actively avoid all reflective surfaces. You didn’t need to see it to know it was bad. It felt awful. But you couldn’t let your nephews know that. 

The boys hadn’t quite learned to compromise yet, so you had to read two stories - one picked by each of them. Your sibling steered them toward mercifully short tales, and you channeled every ounce of effort you could muster into bringing them to life. At the conclusion of the second story, your sibling switched their camera away from the book and panned over the boys. 

Their tiny bodies were nearly still except for the steady rise and fall of their chests. Deftly and soundlessly, your sibling put the books away. You heard the soft click of them flicking the lights off as they crept out of your nephews’ shared bedroom. 

“Good job y/n,” they yawned. “Are you sure you don’t need anything?”

“Yes! You’re such an older sibling!” You hissed exasperatedly. “I have one more page to fill out, and then I’m going home.”

“No, don’t go home. You’ll go straight to bed and wake up starving at 3 am. Grab some food first,” urged your sibling’s spouse in a voice made husky from drowsiness. Your sibling must have taken the phone with them into their bedroom.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure y/n gets home alright,” Kandomere said from a few feet to your left. You hadn’t heard him approach, or even seen him since you left the scene of the incident. You wondered when he’d gotten back. Had you really been so out of that you didn’t notice?

“We’d appreciate that Agent Kandomere,” your sibling paused, and you could hear the smile in their voice before they continued. What they said next nearly made you fall out of your chair. 

“And you’re welcome to come with y/n on Friday if you’re available. They’ll give you the details.”

A stream of expletives flitted through your mind as you processed what your sibling had just done. You’d only narrowly avoided embarrassing yourself on a (maybe?) coffee date at the expense of your ability to move any part of your face and upper body without being in pain. How the hell were you supposed to get out of a family dinner? Your sibling had already told the kids, so you couldn’t cancel without gravely disappointing them. You couldn’t stand the thought of upsetting them like that when they were so worried about you. 

But you didn’t find the thought of Kandomere sitting down to dinner with your family much more tolerable. What if your sibling tried to talk cop shop with Kandomere over dinner? What if your nephews asked you to sleepover, which they usually did if you came over for dinner on a Friday night? What if they pulled up those silly selfies you’d taken with them? Or that ridiculous video of you slow dancing with them at your cousin’s wedding last spring?

Kandomere thanked them for the invitation and your sibling hung up, leaving you sitting in the suffocating silence of the MTF’s bullpen with nothing but your feverish embarrassment and Kandomere for company. You’d been avoiding eye contact with him since he made his presence known, so you were surprised when he pushed a steaming hot cup of coffee into your hand. You hadn’t noticed he’d been holding a cup in each hand. 

The comforting, sharp aroma of espresso wafted up from the cup. Your mouth started watering as the smell reminded you just how little you’d eaten or drank that day. 

“You remembered,” you whispered, and felt very stupid as soon as the words left your mouth. 

Of course he had. You always ordered espresso when buying coffee. He could probably smell it all over you. And it had been less than 48 hours since he ran into you with a cup of espresso gelato in your hand. The fact that he remembered you liked espresso was less impressive to you than the fact that he’d actually bought you coffee. 

He’d been serious. 

“Thank you,” you added hastily, eager to recover some sense of control over the situation, “You didn’t need to.”

“I keep my word.” He said, and you caught the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth as he continued, “And you’ve earned it, going ‘full Xena Warrior Princess’ this afternoon.”

You groaned. You should have guessed he’d heard that with his superior sense of hearing.

“Xena would have looked cooler and not gotten kicked in the face doing it.” you laughed. 

“You looked good enough to me,” he insisted. 

You realized at that moment that both of you still had your hands on your coffee cup. The heat of the liquid inside seeped through the styrofoam cup and its cardboard sleeve, but you also felt the warmth of his fingertips brushing yours. 

“When I first tried Aikido, I made a smart-mouthed comment about the rarity of being attacked by a sword-wielding lunatic. It seems that I owe my teacher an apology, given what happened today,” you deflected, trying to smother the mounting unease his comment sparked with humor. 

He chuckled and withdrew his hand from your coffee cup. His fingertips ghosted over yours as he did. In the dim after-hours lighting of the MTF bullpen, he looked much less severe than in the bright light of day. There was more than enough light even for your human eyes to catch the faint trace of a smile in his features though.

“Clearly there’s no need for me to ask your sibling if your impertinence is a lifelong trait over dinner on Friday.”

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[silence-burns]

Kandomere headcanons: food.

Fandom: Bright

Kandomere does have a sweet tooth, although he wouldn't admit to it easily.

He usually buys something extra for the all-nighter spent with the files of a new case, to sweeten the time a little. He usually prefers to eat sweets in the comfort of his own house, but because of his busy work schedule, he has to do it at work.

His office is a rather safe place. Other MTF officers quickly learnt not to disturb him without a good reason. Montehugh is the only one who comes and goes whenever he pleases, though. He's a tough one, but, thankfully, isn't really bothered by his boss's little weakness. He may point it out occasionally, but not in a vicious manner.

Speaking of which, it is only fair to admit Kandomere has seen his fair share of weird (and often disgusting) eating habits of Montehugh, so it's rather understandable they have an unspoken agreement not to talk about food choices.

Kandomere knows how to cook, and is fairly good at it. He enjoys trying out new recipes in his own kitchen, but thanks to his work, he rarely has time for that.

It doesn't mean Kandomere will settle on eating whatever Montehugh brings him. He may be exhausted, but he still have some taste buds left.

If he can't go home to eat, he'll choose a high-end restaurant. He doesn't even care about the price range of the meals served there, unless the prices are suspiciously low or high.

Montehugh will whine through the whole meal, but he has no power over where Kandomere eats.

Kandomere would prefer to skip a meal rather than eat the type of fastfood Montehugh consumes without a blink.

If it's covered in oil, it's not edible. End of the story.

If it came from some suspicious looking foodstand, it's not edible either. Nope.

He's stubborn.

He does prefer to have a little chat during the meal, or at least to have some music put in the background.

He's not sure if he prefers to eat alone or in public. There was a time when he surely preferred calm, alone meals, but since his work as an MTF officer took a big chunk of his time and forced him to eat out more often, Kandomere's no longer sure if what he now feels is a habit or genuine preference.

Kandomere would love to try out any food prepared by his s/o.

If it's delicious, he will be very open and encouraging about it.

If it's not the best... Well, it depends on the stage of the relationship and the amount of honesty that could hurt his s/o. He would finish his meal, that's for sure, but would definitely try to add some constructive criticism.

He'd probably just suggest using some different spices or would wonder how adding/removing some ingredient would change the taste.

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[naerryn]

Fragile Tension (Part One)

Part Two

“How many coffee is that now?”, my partner Lea asked bemused when she sat down at the edge of my office desk as she’s eyeing the steaming black coffee next to my laptop.

“Six? I am surprised you’re really drinking this dishwater.”, she asked in the blue, tugging some of hair messy curly hair behind her round ears and I noticed dark circles around her chocolate brown eyes, even through her almond brown skin tone concealed a lot of her tiredness.

“Better than nothing.”, I shrugged her comment off and added some milk and sugar into the porcelain mug. Nightshift at the Magic Task Force facility was always an unpleasant experience, to say the least. Either nothing was going on and you had to fight sleep for ten hours straight, or the crazy shit was blowing up right into our face. There was nothing in between.

At least, there weren’t many other agents in the building at this hour. Especially almost to no elves.

“Oh, guess what.”, Lea started talking again, obviously I was part of her plan to fight off her desire to sleep while I was stirring my coffee with a silver spoon. I hummed in respond, waiting for her to continue talking.

“I heard Agent Arlon bitching about the public speech your mother held in the elf district of Seattle today. Shame for all elves and the usual bullshit.”

“And here I thought you head something new.”, I replied with a dramatic roll of my eyes, taking a sip from my almost to sweet tasting coffee. It was an open secret that the bigger part of the elvish society considered my mother to be their personal Dark Lord. Or antichrist, how humans liked to say in such a matter.

She worked since decades for a real equality between all races, not just one that stood on paper. Growing up privileged, my mother sympathized at a very young age with creatures that weren’t lucky enough to live behind guarded walls and enjoy the best unaffordable education for over 60 % of the planet.

Her speeches back then were waved off as youthful flaws, but when she felt in love with a human and decided to give birth to the first halfbreed of the elvish kind, that crossed the line for most elves.

It was socially tolerated to have a secret affair with humans, but that’s were the comfort zone ended. Being in an official relationship would be a scandal to an alarming extent and the pressure to much to bear, but breeding with a different race, that was a social death sentence.

I lived my childhood in the elf district of New York City, moved with my parents to three more elvish districts around the country before we finally settled in Los Angeles. Still a lot of hate, but at least there was enough other gossip that we could live our lives in peace for most parts. There were only heydays of hatred whenever mother did one of her more passionate speeches about equality or wanted to enforce a new law that didn’t benefit the needs of the elves.

“One should think that they are more discrete with you being around.”, Lea said thoughtfully, taking one of the elder files that rested on my desk and flipped through the pages.

“Nah, they love it when I walk in to listen to their shit. Hoping I will cry my eyes out about it.”

Back when Lea and I got paired up roughly three years ago, she thought I am just one of those arrogant elves that fill the halls of the department, thinking that everyone should bow to them. But that impression dissolved into dust when she witnessed me getting bullied by elvish coworkers on a daily basis.

I may looked like them, minus the pointed teeth and the bright, light colored eyes, those were human, I got treated like an abomination since the day of my conception. Even by my elvish grandparents.

A loud ping echoed through the open space office and the door of the elevator opened with a swift motion, revealing the Agents Kandomere and Montehugh to be back from a field trip.

I growled at the sight of the buff elf, with his dyed blue hair slicked back nicely and his silver-blue eyes scanning the room as he entered the room with his partner.

“Behave.”, Lea hissed quietly, but we both knew that Kandomere heard every word we would exchange from now on, even if he would be five rooms apart from us.

He was the personification of my archenemy. The second I laid eyes on his silver gorget, etched with the sentence “Elves above all. Above all elves.” in Övüsi, the elvish language, I decided to hate him with a burning passion.

And after a heated debate in a team meeting around a year ago, where it wouldn’t have taken much for us to strangle one another to death, our human partners decided to keep us separated by all costs. And it worked until now.

I didn’t came around to notice how he clenched his strong jaw as his piercing eyes landed on me, heard his heartbeat quickening and he let out a deep breath.

“Can’t he breath even louder.”

“[Y/N]!”, my partner hissed again, this time a bit more aggressive, her eyes dancing between me and the two arrivals and I could swear I noticed a pleading look on Montehughs face directed at Lea.

“Why don’t we go to the archives? Decoding some ancient languages? What do you say, [Y/N]?”

“No.”

“Well, I could go for something small to eat, Kandomere.”, I heard Montehughs booming voice, looking around the room casually before glancing at his partner, who was striding through the room in my direction.

“Then go.”, he said callous, passing Lea and my desk with stone cold features before I could hear the chair of the desk right behind mine being pulled back. So that’s his first move, I thought to myself and decided to slurp on my coffee rather unladylike.

I felt his death glare literally on the back of my head, but at this very moment, I couldn’t care less. Instead, I had to hold back myself from laughing about Lea and Montehugh, who were unable to cope with their (half-) elvish partners.

Montehugh, who still stood close to the elevator, walked the invisible path Kandomere previously moved on, but he came to halt right next to Lea and myself.

“Long time no see... So, how is it going?”

“Well, it’s always the same, Ulysses.”

“Ulysses?”, I blurred out with a raised eyebrow, watching the two humans with an answer demanding look in the eyes and judging the of Kandomeres sharp breath we were sitting in the same boat.

“That’s his name.”

“I know, but since when are we addressing each other by first name?”

He’s with the enemy, I thought to myself, as I tried my best not to let that thought become visible on my facial features.

“I have friends beside you, [Y/N].”

“Friends?”, this time, it was Kandomeres sonorous voice filling the air as he rose his voice and I slid back while remaining on the chair to be able to look at him and the two human.

“Since we can’t bring the two of you to team meetings without starting the apocalypse, we started talking during the breaks and stuff.”, Montehugh said in defense, crossing his arms in front of his chest while Lea slipped down from the desk to stand next to him.

“Oh really?”, Kandomere and I said at the same time, quickly glancing at one another before turning our attention back to our partners.

"You both are behaving ridiculous. I mean, look at you.”

“She’s right. You know what, Lea and I are getting some supper and you guys can burn down this place if necessary, but don’t get us involved anymore.”, and with that being said, Montehugh and Lea turned their backs on us and headed straight for the elevator and just a blink of the eye later, they were gone behind metallic doors.

“That’s your fault.”, Kandomere said in a low growl, interlocking his hands in front of his face while staring at me with arched eyebrows.

“My fault?”, I asked him outraged, placing a hand on my chest as I swirled around to face him. He remained silently, his silver-blue eyes staring me down without blinking.

“This is hardly my fault. You”

“I have done nothing.”

“Of course. How could I forget that our godlike Kandomere isn’t able to do anything wrong. Elves above all. Above all elves. Right!”, I yelled at him and both of us rose to our feet, only a desk kept us apart from one another.

At first, there was pure rage shown on his face, but with every heavy breath that he exhaled, his strong features began to soften.

“So this what it was all about the entire time?”, Kandomere asked me calmly, tilting his head while he scanned my features for any sign if he found the final clue to solve a case that caused him a lot of headaches.

Unwittingly, I backed away a small step, meeting the desk I said behind for the last two hours with my backside while my full attention rested on the elf in front of me.

“What are you talking about?”, I muttered under my breath and felt awed by the sudden change of his demeanor as I watched Kandomere pointing at his silver gorget, his piercing light eyes locked with mine.

“You hate me because of a piece of jewelry?”

“I hate you for everything this piece of jewelry stands for.”, I told him honestly and I could tell by the look on his face what he was thinking at this very moment. That I was sounding just like my mother.

“I have nothing against other races.”

“But?”

“But I think most need supervision.”

“By elves?”, I wasn’t beating around the bush, but neither was Kandomere, and I crossed my arms in front of my chest while he walked around the desk, now standing an arm-length apart from me as he leaned against the desk.

“Yes.”

I snorted in respond, shaking my head in disbelief about his dusty, old fashioned views. Sadly, this view was shared by most of those elitist pure-blooded elves. An awkward silence took a firm grip of us, mentally going through the usual better and worse reasons to believe in each of our views.

Those debates were held millions of times, there was no good reason for the two of us to start it on our own. Nothing new would come out of it. Everything that someone could say on that topic was already said by older, more wiser elves then us.

“But that doesn’t mean that I hold any resentment towards you.”, Kandomere said after a long pause, slowly coming closer to me in small, graceful steps. I bit my lower lip, avoiding his gaze for a split second before looking back up to meet his eyes.

“I find it hard to belief.”

“Really?”

“Really.”, we exchanged our words quickly, and he came to stop right in front of me, the tip of his expensive designer shoes touching mine softly. He smelled like smoke of an open fire mixed with the scent of leather and roses. It left me wondering for a moment if there was someone waiting for him at home, but that thought left my racing mind as quickly as it entered.

“Then, would you allow me to prove you that my words are honest? All I want is a chance and time.”, he spoke calmly, looking down at me through half closed eyes.

“I have to think about it.”, I whispered, flinching away from him before I grabbed my jacket, which rested on the back of my chair before I stride towards the closed elevator.

I felt his eyes burning in the back of my head with every step I came closer to my escape, his smell still etched into my mind and the sonorous sound of his voice echoing in my head.

I needed a clear head, and here, with him, I wouldn’t be able to get what the back of my head demanded. That’s at least what I told myself as I waited for the elevator to show up, feeling like it’s taking longer then usual for it to show up on our floor.

With a loud ping, the door glided to one side and I quickly entered the small room to press the button for the ground floor. Turning around on the spot, my eyes landed on Kandomere one last time before the doors closed automatically.

The silver-blue orbs of his were pleading me to stay, to come back to him and sit down on the some chairs, talking about this and that and making first steps on getting to know one another. I lowered my head, avoiding his gaze as the door closed the engine of the elevator starting to lower the cabin to it’s destination.

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[ladyinthefrozenlake]

Okay, so I'm wildly aware that no one asked, but consider: Halloween and/or Samhain with Kandomere.

Like, image a Halloween masquerade party and drinking Spiced apple cider and/or wine and with Barmbrack And soul cakes.

Imagine sharing pomegranates as an allusion to Hades and Persephone with the changing of the seasons.

Like, just consider how Perfect it would be to share Halloween/fall/Samhain traditions with him.

Also, as @damalseer mentioned in the notes: With Kandomere being Latin, you could also use Dia de los Muertos, which I also love. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that along with Halloween and Samhain.

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[luvroffictionalcharacters]

Trigger Warning!!! Gun violence, abuse, murder, angst

Kandomere x Yavanna Imagine:

She waits in the closet he told her to hide in, her small body a mess of emotions she can’t understand or even name. Kandy’er isn’t back yet and her daddy is mad. She covers her ears hearing the gun shots and the booming voices of the bad guys. What if momma is taken away like grandma and grandpa? What if daddy kills her too? The child hung her head and sobbed loudly. It was all she could do to release the overwhelming flood.

The door opened and her eyes lifted to see the blue haired elf. The one person she knew without a doubt would never hurt her. Immediately he took her in his arms and begun soothing her, he could sense the terror rolling off her in such great waves it broke his heart in a way he couldn’t have ever imagined. “You don’t have to be afraid, you’re safe now.” Yavanna hiccuped and put her forehead on his collar bone, he in turn laid his chin on the top of her head and continued. “The world can be a dark scary place. Even so we should always listen for hope. It’s the thing with feathers, that perches in our soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all."

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[chelsfic]

Thinking about writing Kandomere again

Anyone have any requests? Ask is always open

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[emmyfairy]

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.

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[ask-kandomere]

Hello Kandomere,

This might sound a little....dark, but I am curious. How do you deal with the loss of family? You always look so collected, no matter what the situation. I must admit, I usually am aswell, however, as of late that's kind of hard since I've lost nearly all of my family (cancer) except for my mother. (I'm only 31) I am working on getting back on my feet, but it makes me.......cold. Numb. So I was wondering how you cope if you ever lose someone close.

"Hello.

Dealing with loss is something so incredibly personal that I'm not certain if the way I cope can bring you any real help, but I'll do my best to explain.

You must remember that most of the time when you might see me, I'm in a public eye, being scrutinized over every gesture and word I say. That's part of my job and I'm not there to complain, but I want you to understand that my circumstances make dealing with loss both easier and more difficult.

It's easier because the moment I leave my apartment, I have to switch to what I call my 'work mode'. It no longer matters what happened in my personal life, because to be efficient and avoid mistakes that could put someone else in danger, I have to completely focus on doing my job right. It's not an easy mindset to push myself into, but it's something I've worked very hard to establish. It helps me keep myself collected in the public eye. I am no konger the person who lost someone close. I am a person who has to deal with very specific tasks, one by one, and there's nothing beyond it. The darkness lurking within me has to wait to be confronted.

Dealing with loss like this is at the same time incredibly difficult. I can't always push myself into these boundaries I've created for myself. There are days when all I want to do is sit in an empty room and stare at nothing. It's not always possible. Lives depend on the decisions I have to make level-headed. On the bad days, when I can barely function, or have trouble doing so as efficiently as I'd prefer to, I try to remind myself that despite the loss that left such a painful hole in my soul, there are still people who depend on me. Who enjoy my presence. Whom I can help and spend time with and make their lives easier, even if just by a bit.

The most difficult part of dealing with loss for me is getting out of the extremely claustrophobic feeling of shock and numbness that prevents me from seeing the full picture once again. My life might feel like it ended along the other person's, but that's far from truth. I hope that one day that feeling will pass for you too. I wish I could make it easier for you."

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[long-cosmos-overhead]

Imagine kandomere whispering that he loves you in elvish

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[pinkykitten]

Overbearing

Bright

jealous! Kandomere x female! reader

Warning: overbearing???, and a dash of jealousy i know that gets sum of yall

Specifics: jealousy, comedy, romance, drabble, race neutral reader

People: kandomere, chris (oc)

Words: 907

Requested: By @jinx-is-fire Do you still write for Bright? I really want an imagine of Kandomere x reader where he’s always looking after her in the workplace and one day she confronts him about it and ends in fluff? It’s okay if you don’t anymore but I miss Kandomere and no one seems to be writing anything for him anymore :/

Authors Note: yes i still write for bright so u can request since requests r open!!!! i luv kandomere and i wish peeps still wrote for him but i still do dearies! also this is kinda a jealous kandomere fic so if u dont like that then maybe this isnt the fic for u but if u do hey welcome and read to your titties desire! 

It started with subtle movements. Since you confronted him about sometimes getting bullied in the workplace he would be there to protect you. Having his large hands on the tiny place of your back. Standing by you almost at all times. Speaking for you. At first it was a blessing but now things were starting to get out of hand. He treated you like you could not save yourself. That you were a child. You were done with the treatment! You know he means all well and good but it aggravated you to no end, you were his girlfriend not his daughter!

As you were pouring yourself coffee in the break room you spotted the half elf half human man that comes by to talk to you everyday. His name was Chris. To you all you wanted was a friendship but you were no dumb woman, you knew what Chris wanted and you would not give it to him. With his handsome smirk he strutted by you.

“Oh hey there y/n, hows your day?” He planted his feet close to yours, his arms leaning against the counter. With a roll of your eyes you put sugar in your coffee, “just fine Chris, thanks.”

“So I was thinking, I have this party commin up in a few days and I was wondering if you would like to join me?”

Mixing your hot drink you pretended to think about the offer, already though making up your mind to say no. “No its okay Chris, I’m good.”

“Oh c’mon y/n, theres gonna be drinks and we’ll have a blast, I promise its gonna be fun.” As Chris was blabbering on and on you could see in the distance Kandomere looking, jealous? You were already annoyed, knowing what Kandomere was going to do. 

Kandomere walked to you two and placed his hands on his hips. His icy eyes staring deep into each persons soul. “Hello Chris, hello y/n. What are you guys discussing?”

Already everyone in the workplace knew about your relationship with Kandomere, so you were surprised to see Chris be so upfront knowing that you were with someone. 

“Oh we’re just talking about a party I’m having. I was inviting her.” Chris looked at you only, not even giving Kandomere the attention. He acted as if you and him were the only ones in the room. Chris then winked at you and bit his lip. You looked down to the floor awkward at the situation. 

“And what does y/n think about your offer?” Kandomere raised a brow in your direction.

Fiddling with your skirt you shrugged, “I don’t know maybe-”

“That would be a no, thanks for asking,” Kandomere again stood up for you with out even acknowledging what you wanted. You were gonna say no but having Kandomere speak for you made your blood boil. He then wrapped his hand on your arm and moved you out of the room. “In my office, now!”

As you sat in a chair in his office you wrapped your arms over your chest. “That was uncalled for, Kandomere.”

Kandomere, silent, sat in his chair by his desk and muttered in spanish as he rubbed his temple. “What the hel* was that about?”

You felt unheard in this situation. With a shocked expression you put your hand out in front of you, “what do you mean?”

“Y/n I don’t know if you realize but you’re with me! We are supposed to be together, boyfriend and girlfriend. But then you talk to Chris or rather you let him talk like that to you, you know he likes you in that other way and you still lead him on.”

Unfortunately he was sorta right but still the way he confronted about it was wrong in your eyes. “Yes fine I’m sorry I was going to say no, but if you would of let me talk on my own-”

Kandomere placed his head back against his chair and with a groan said, “here we go with that again, y/n I understand-”

You stood up and leaned against his window, looking out at the city, “no, no you don’t understand! You treat me like a child sometimes and I hate it! You push me around like a pet and you watch over me all the time. You’re always looking after me and I do appreciate it but sometimes its a little overbearing and its too much.”

“Y/n,” Kandomere cools down and walks to you, placing his hands on your waist and kissing where your neck meets your shoulders. “You know I do it to protect you, I hate seeing you hurt.”

Turning around you meet his eyes and kiss his lips, “I know babe, but still I am a grown up. I need to make mistakes and have confrontation to learn. I am a grown woman and I deserve respect of being treated like how I want to be treated. I thank you for looking out for me and you still can just not to this extent. Please.”

Kandomere nodded and hugged you, kissing atop your head. “You think Chris still wants you at his party?”

You chuckled, “I don’t know, I think you scared him.”

Kandomere backed up and with a smile and looked at your face, “me scary? I don’t think so I think the word is intimidating.”

“You were all those things Kandomere,” you giggled as you placed your head on his chest.

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[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 284

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Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2019

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"SHE WILL BE MINE!" Thranduil yelled, making Kandomere laugh. "Keep dreaming she is mine."

Nuada flipped his spear in his hand with a chuckle. "Do you two honestly think you stand a chance with (Y/n)?"

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