Here it iiiis ! I tagged all of you because you answered me regarding the coin thing (thank you again) but maybe you're not all into the Bright fandom (and that's ok).
Based on whatever country uses coins ! 😆
You start your new job as a cashier at a nightclub, not far away from your flat.. And with no surprise, the security guard is an orc. Naturally bulky and muscular, they are a first choice for those jobs. Any troublemaker calm the hell down with a simple eye contact.
Anyway, the night goes alright, you two don’t speak that much as you’re both focused on your respective job. By the time of the last entry, you’re counting the money to close the cash register. But you notice the pointy ears of your coworker twitch everytime a coin falls in the cash drawer. You slowly turn your head towards him.
“Something’s wrong ?”
He looks at you interrogatively.
“Your ears twitch”, you say, letting an other coin fall… and an other twitch of the ear.
“Don’t pay attention to that, count the money.”
It’s a chance you are used to the defensive tone of orcs. Still, you don’t understand why he’s acting like that. You focus again. After a minute, you get it.
It must hurt !
The night over, you return home with a plan for the next night. You arrive at work earlier that time, to install your idea (with still a bit of apprehension). Is it gonna work ? The night goes smoothly and the time you’ve been waiting for arrived.
You glance discreetly at your coworker, let a coin fall and… nothing. You were right: the sound hurts !
As you count, the money falls in the drawer, making only a thud on the velvet you glued at the bottom of it. Only occasionally making a clicking sound. After a couple of second, your coworker turns his head towards you, with a frown. He looks at your hands as they let the coins fall and as your lips counting silently. Then, all smile, you look at him.
“Better ?”
He looks up at you and you can see in his eyes the exact moment he understands what’s going on. He turns his head, trying to hide the shy smile appearing on his face but you already saw it. For a reason you can’t explain, you feel incredibly happy.
I have an idea to do an urban fantasy series where fantasy/supernatural creatures and humans coexist in the modern world. I got the idea when I watched the Netflix movie "Bright" (that Will Smith movie) for the first time. Obviously, I want to do a better job than that movie but I'm having trouble figuring out how to go about it.
Does anyone have any tips/ideas to go about this story? I know there will be differences in my story's world vs our world. But I'm also not trying to go SUPER in depth in the world-building (like the Lord of the Rings). Just enough to make everything make sense. 😅
Hey, I just wanted to come on and say I really love the way you write💕 Also, is Bonds in Blue getting an update? I'm not trying to rush you in any way pls tyt I've just been rereading it nonstop and have been wanting to see more of my shayla's Pierce and Amara
No worries! I don't feel rushed when I get polite/excited asks like this about my stories 🥰
First of all, Thank you 🥹💕 I am legitimately amazed every time someone says they like what I've written. And yesss, Bonds In Blue will be getting an update soon cause its loooong overdue. I never stop thinking about Pierce and Amara✨
Til then, have this incomplete drawing of them from this past summer. I was annoyed with how it was turning out, so this isn't exactly canon to how she looks but close enough to what was in my head at the time
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!
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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?”
