#montehugh

[shaysahar]

Kandomere and Montehugh watching Jakoby and Ward do something stupid...

[ask-kandomere]

Headcanon: There was this one time when Montehugh lost a bet to take at least 1 bad or weird photo of Kandomere.

Kandomere was aware of it the whole time and didn't let it show.

[mostlywritersblock]

Bright ff - Montehugh’s introduction

“Let’s be honest. The only reason they stuck you in this division is because you’re more intimidating than half the agents in the field”. And that’s good.

Montehugh remembers when his high school teacher said something along those same lines when he was made captain of the football team. And then later on in college, and once more when he joined the academy. It never bothered him too much to say the least; I mean what can you do if you’re a big guy? It just got a bit tiresome when you get recognized for being the star quarterback rather than captain of the debate team. Or Val Victorian. Which he had. He’d been all three, and yet some things just follow you in life. He just thought that maybe, as an agent, a magic fed for Christ sake, things might turn out differently. Unfortunately fate has a funny way of not doing as you ask. So, two weeks prior when Montehugh first got informed that he would be switching divisions, that he was essentially being promoted he would have never guessed he’d be here.

Here being the Elf District.

Here being in the federal bureau of magic.

Here being a building consisting of aesthetically pleasing cubicles

Here being a white room with expensive furniture

And here being his supervisor leaning presumptuously over a desk

Montehugh lowered his eyes. A few seconds ticked by before his boss leaned back into his chair.

“Listen…” The man motioned towards him.

“Uh, Montehugh, sir.”

“Right. Montehugh. Listen, you see this.” His boss pointed to his rounded ears. “This, and a few other oddities, are what separate us, from them.” He nodded towards the door. “That’s what you see, that’s what I see. But. That’s not what they see.” His eyes narrowed. “They see us as less superior, beings who aren’t the lowest scum of the planet but also not worth a minute of their time. And yet, here we all are trying our damnedest to make this city better…whatever the hell that means.” Montehugh stayed silent, but nodded in understanding.

“So, for whatever reason, they’ve given you this job. I’m not going to lie; you’re probably going to hate it…I know I do. But. It pays well, and if you’re lucky you might even impress someone enough to get benefits. That being said, we’re the minority here, meaning what you do doesn’t only affect me, but also every single human within this division, hell, even the bureau. Understand?” He was looking the bigger man up and down.

“Yes, sir.”

His boss eyed him a few seconds longer before standing. “Great, now let’s go meet your new partner.”

Montehugh followed his boss outside of the office and into the larger area of pristine looking workspaces. Several elves we’re sitting at desks; attentions focused solely on their work. A few more were up and about, and even fewer were chatting idly in a far corner near the snack bar. All looked towards them though as soon as Montehugh heard the door slam behind him. A dozen pairs of silver-light eyes stared intently at him. His boss stood for a minute, looking at each one evenly before shifting into a more commanding stance. It took a few more seconds before heads slowly turned away and the idle chitchat continued. Everything had resumed. Montehugh could hear his boss let out a deep sigh before continuing onwards. He spoke lowly to him over his shoulder.

“Bunch of judgmental pricks. The head honchos here, HR, and the fucking EEOC thought it might be a good idea to bring in some more humans, put some of them in positions of power, even things out. Please. All it’s done is make things worse. I thought I was getting promoted, but really it’s the same job, just with a nicer desk and view. Hate is hate my friend, it’s not going to change just because the higher ups tell you not to.”

Montehugh frowned; he understood what his boss was saying. And it sounded an awful lot like he was screwed. Some promotion. There’s nothing more enlightening than finding out you’re just another puppet for human relations. Typical.

His boss came to an abrupt halt.

“I don’t mean to be a pessimist Agent Montehugh, but you’ll soon find that’s all you can be here.” The man rolled his eyes before turning to his right.

“Here we are.” The cubical they stopped at was slightly bigger than the rest and a little ways away from the cluster fuck near the center. They pushed their way in.

The first thing Montehugh noticed was that one half of the area was absolutely spotless, empty and if he was being honest, a little sad looking. The other side wasn’t much better, minus the few items that stood out. Like the two stacks of case files piled neatly to the side, a tin silver cup filled with writing utensils, the drifting screensaver of a sleeping monitor, and a suite jacket hung on a hook to the left.

“So, this is your desk, yadda yadda yadda, you know the rest. “ He spun around to face the agent. “And please, whatever you do, don’t fuck this up, some of us like being treated like second class citizens.” He gave Montehugh a quick slap to the arm. “I’m joking big guy, relax, take a look at some of the files here, there’s going to be a briefing on the Stanton Case in twenty, don’t be late.” His boss gave him one final glance before walking out, leaving Montehugh to look over his side of the space. He placed his briefcase down and was in the process of shrugging off his jacket when he heard a soft cough behind him. Montehugh turned around to see an elf peering at him through the entrance of the area. His light eyes seemed to regard Montehugh with curious disdain, though his expression remained even. His hair was a strange silver blue, almost pastel in nature. He wore an extremely intricate vest with a silver chain looping through the side. Most would say it was a pocket watch, but Montehugh would bet his pension the chain was just for show. He also wore a rather large silver necklace plate with elvish inscription on the front. The agent had often seen elves with a similar plate out in public, but never with an engraving, he briefly wondered what it said. The growing silence between them was getting awkward; so Montehugh took a step forward to introduce himself.

“Can I help you?” The elf asked before he could speak. Montehugh suddenly noticed the porcelain mug in his hand, what looked to be coffee steamed from the top.

“Ah, um, yes, I’m Agent Montehugh.” He stuck out his hand. “Your partner.”

There was a long pause. The elf looked at Montehugh with such intensity that the human agent actually thought about looking away. Fortunately he held the stare, face even and arm still outstretched in invitation. Don’t back down now Montehugh. The shorter agent, and he is shorter, blinked once before turning away towards his own desk.

“Ah, right, they said you would be coming.” He set his cup down near the stack of files.

Montehugh slowly lowered his arm. “Yea. You don’t sound too happy about it. What, teamwork not really your thing?” He let out a small smirk.

“Not really, no.” The elf said bluntly. Montehugh’s smirk turned into a full on grin, this was too easy.

“Oh good, because, for a second there, I thought it was maybe because, ya know, I’m human.” There, now we have the can of worms out in the open. Montehugh slowly folded his arms. Intimidation was key, no?

The elf, whose back had been facing him for sometime now, stiffened. In one tense movement he turned back around, silver eyes meeting his. Slowly he brought his mug back up to his face and took a sip. Montehugh watched him for a few seconds more before shaking his head. Whatever, so he wouldn’t take the bait. He moved to sit at his desk. The agent could feel the elf’s cold eyes staring at the back of his head. Good. He let out a loud sigh.

“Do I at least have a name for my new partner?” He asked the wall, hands reaching for his briefcase. Feign disinterest, elves hate that. He remembers learning something about it in school, certain ways to piss off other races, or rather, how not too. But the opposite should work right?

There was another long pause; Montehugh was starting to think that the other agent had simply left. Perhaps he had gone to complain to their boss about this horrifying decision. Imagine that!

“Kandomere.” Came the soft voice a few minutes later. Huh. Montehugh frowned at his desk. I guess he hadn’t left after all.

[silence-burns]

Partnership //part 7 (end)

Fandom: Bright

Summary: Based on: “Imagine being forced to work with Kandomere and Montehugh.” by @thefandomimagine

Waking up was an exhausting choice and if you could, you'd give it up halfway through. Unfortunately, a strange feeling prevented you from doing so, pushing you towards the dizzy consciousness. It didn't welcome you nicely.

First came the annoying stiffness in your joints, begging you to crack it out. With a jolt of surprise you noticed you were unable to do so. Your body didn't listen to you as it used to. It was stiff and weary and something was definitely wrong.

A mild panic attack gave you the final push, making you tear your eyes open into a harsh, painful light.

Wincing, you looked around, quickly noticing white sheets around you and some obviously medical equipment to which you've been plugged into. It was definitely not a setting you ever wished to wake up at.

“Don't sit up,” a deep voice stopped you the moment the thought crossed your mind.

Your neck protested when you turned your head to the other side of your bed, finally noticing the Elf. It took your eyes a while to focus.

Kandomere was standing by your bed, watching you with a deep frown. He had his jacket off, but it did nothing to soften his perfect look and expensive clothing. He looked better, as far as you could tell, not as impatient and nervous as he used to.

“Why don't you even have a scratch, but I'm dying here?” you asked, your voice hoarse and scratching your throat.

“Because I'm not stupid enough to jump on three adult Orcs with a single knife,” he replied calmly.

“That makes sense. No wonder you're a detective. Your perception is astonishing…”

His mouth twitched and you could swear a shadow of a smile crossed his face, quickly disappearing when another man entered the room, filling it with his wide frame.

“Oh, you're alive,” Montehugh looked surprised, handing Kandomere a coffee. ”Good, I already have enough paperwork to keep me busy through the weekend.”

“I've always been a people pleaser,” you winced, trying to move your body around.

Sitting might be too much for now, just as Kandomere said, but laying on your back has never been your favorite position. Your muscles screamed, not happy with the way they've been treated.

“It can't be heaven since you're here, so where exactly am I?” you asked, taking a glass of water Kandomere handed you.

“Hospital, you dumbass,” Montehugh scoffed, smiling into his coffee. “You've got more stitches, than I can count.”

“...then it can't be that much.”

“It was an irresponsible, completely rushed idea. You could have been killed. You acted on your own, not thinking about the repercussions of your actions,” Kandomere lectured you, his expression darkening.

“Definitely.”

“You admit it?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Of course. I'd still do it again, but I admit that it was stupid.”

“No regrets?” Montehugh smirked.

“Only that I didn't get paid beforehand.”

“True, you need to think about setting your terms next time.”

“I really do hope there won't be a next time,” you sighed, moving your heavy body up higher on the pillow.

“Oh, really?”

The question made your clouded mind focus again, as if a switch has been pulled. There was something different in Kandomere's voice, something that made you look up to him, question clear in your eyes. His expression was hard to read, but he wasn't as mad as you thought he'd be after putting his life on the line.

There was something else this time, almost playful, behind his eyes, when he watched your puzzlement with satisfaction. Montehugh laughed at your feet.

“It may still be a little too early to discuss it properly, especially since you just woke up for the first time after a few days here, but, you know. World is full of possibilities.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you hushed it, not wanting your hopes to vanish so fast.

“Wait, is this what I think it is?”

Kandomere smiled, taking his jacket off a chair and putting it on. He took a small card out of his pocket and placed it on your bedside table.

“Rest first. There's a lot to talk about later,” he told you before moving towards the door.

Montehugh waited for him to walk out before turning back to you with a huge grin. “Fortuna favors the bold, you know. And the stupid, in your case. That was a nice move, back there, really impressive. It would be a shame if you rotted in this city any longer. We could use someone with your set of skills, you know.” he winked at you before backing off too. “Be careful, kid. We want you in good shape.”

And just like that, you were left alone, in a sterile white room, that no longer felt crowded. There was a lot to comprehend, but at that moment, the only thing you could focus on was Kandomere's business card and a number in a sophisticated font, suiting the Elf like a perfectly matching suit.

All the mess seemed worth it now. And that's how the worst day of your life turned out to be the best.

A/N: And that’s it! This series is the longest I’ve written so far (at least in fanfiction) and I feel like it took me ages to finish it. It would be easier if I didn’t have so many other projects to write, but well, who cares. I’m so hopeful for the new Bright movie and I hope it’ll give us more Kandy, I honestly can’t wait to see him again!

Thank you for reading it, I’m amazed how much love this series was given! Please tell me what do you think of this story, I really want to know!

[thefandomimagine]

Submitted by anonymous.

[durinsgirl]

My brother comes home after running to the dollar store...

Me, obviously referring to Halloween decorations: Hey, you see anything creepy?

Brother, without missing a beat: Yeah, there was an Elf...with a mop.

[gardenofedenkw]

Glamour VS Glamour

Summary: 

"You think it's hard being an immigrant? Try being a half-breed immigrant who doesn't speak English." Embra, a singer, is under the protection of the FBI's Magic Division after threats are made against her life.

Fandom: Bright (2017)

Pairings: OC x OC, OC x Kandomere

Prologue

“...and some people believe musical sensation ‘Monochrome’ isn’t as sensational as she appears. There’s been speculation that ‘Monochrome’, the two-toned artist, brainwashes her audiences with glamour. The Fae singer has offered no comment...” With a click, the screen turns black and the Elven reporter is silenced.

“This,” the Magic Division team leader, Special Agent Penelope Thompson, points in the TV’s direction, “is a problem. Monochrome has received multiple threats, which is why we’re placing her under our protection.”

“She’s a singer. Why is it our problem? We aren’t bodyguards.” Agent Hildebrandt Montehugh crosses his arms and glares at the black box before glancing at Thompson.

“It’s our problem because she’s magic, Agent Montehugh.”

“So? We stop people from using magic, we don’t protect them for it.”

“She’s also a French national with full immunity, and we can’t arrest her for it. Director Wright agrees.” Her green eyes flash and turn to the blue-haired Elf. “No complaints, Agent Kandomere?”

“No. Director’s orders.”

“Fine,” Montehugh sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, “I guess we’re babysitting.”

[agent-kandomere-blog]

-// this is a very important picture.