#bright imagines

The sharp tone. The bitter laugh. The deliberate hush that wasn’t a hush at all.

You didn’t need to guess who they were talking about.

"How does she even look at him and not flinch? His face looks like it was carved with a chainsaw."

"I heard orcs don’t even feel love, it’s all instinct. She probably doesn’t even realise it."

"Honestly? Probably just some weird kink. I mean, have you seen the size of him?"

You turned around.

Three women.

All perfectly put together, identical acrylic nails and matching sneers. You weren’t one to pick fights, but this wasn’t the first time you’d heard whispers. Being a human woman married to an orc was enough to turn every supermarket aisle into a gauntlet.

But today?

Today you were tired of silence.

"He’s kinder than any man I’ve ever met," you said.

They blinked.

All three heads whipped toward you like hens startled in the coop.

"What?"

You took a step closer, calm but unflinching. "Nick is smart. Gentle. Funny. He volunteers with kids. He brings me flowers for no reason. And he listens to me when I’m upset instead of trying to fix everything like some white knight with a saviour complex."

One of them scoffed. "Okay, but still, you really-"

You didn’t let her finish.

"You’re just jealous because your husbands can’t compete. Especially not in the size department."

Silence.

Absolute, stunned silence.

You could have heard an apricot drop.

One woman choked on her gum. Another opened her mouth, closed it again, and simply stared. The third looked like her soul had just left her body.

And behind you, you heard it, the faint, startled sound of your husband trying desperately not to burst out laughing.

Nick walked up beside you, tea bags in hand, ears tipped slightly pink, but his chest puffed out with pride like a knight in battle-worn armour.

"Sweetheart," he said, voice rumbling with affection and awe, "that might’ve been the hottest thing you’ve ever said."

You slipped your arm through his.

"They don’t matter," you murmured, just loud enough for the trio to hear. "Only we do."

He looked at you, heart in his eyes.

"I promise I’ll speak up more," he said softly. "About us. About me. I let too many people treat me like I don’t matter, but you never do. You make me feel like I deserve everything."

"You do," you whispered. "You always have."

As you turned to leave, arm in arm, Nick dropped a single look back at the gaping women.

"By the way," he added with a casual shrug, "she’s not exaggerating."

The tea bags rustled in the awkward quiet as you both walked away, laughing.

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Putting on the windshield on the fastest mode, Nick peels out of the sidewalk and continues his patrol. He has less than half an hour left on his shift. He'll make the best of it by driving slow since the usual bodies walking the streets were gone to avoid being drenched. The thunder calmed his sadness as he drove. However, he noticed someone walking the streets. Ward's voice automatically rang through his brain, ‘don't be too nice, it only causes problems.’

But when did Nick ever truly listen to Ward's negativity? No, he wasn't going to let someone potentially get pneumonia. So he pulls over to the shaking figure whose umbrella is practically broken. It doesn't shield the person from the rain at all.

Nick rolls down the window. "Excuse me!" The person halts and turns to him. He can't see who they are through the blankets of rain. "Would you like a ride? Can't have you getting sick."

Their head frantically nods before bolting inside his vehicle. Instead of sitting in the backseat, they slide into the front with him. "Nick, you are my guardian angel."

At the voice, Nick freezes. He knows it better than he knows most protocols for his job. Like a bee flocking to fresh flowers after a rainy day, he constantly attempts to be around that voice for rejuvenation. But that only happens when he's prepared to see you. He needs to hype himself up before speaking to you. After he saw the bodega closed, the energy simmered down to calmness. Now, he's anxious because the pep talk motivation is all gone. He knows he'll just make a right fool of himself in front of you.

You begin to shed your soaked jacket and the cardigan underneath before throwing them on the car floor along with your side purse. After squeezing out the excess water from your hair, you turn to greet Nick with a smile. It takes a lot of willpower for Nick not to stare at your hardened nipples.

"Hey," His voice cracks and he wants to die. "What were you doing walking in this storm?"

You dramatically threw yourself on the backrest before huffing. "Fernando told me to head home early because of the rain, but he fucking forgot to pick me up. Talking about being busy and shit. We all know he's too busy fucking Maria. I wanted to call Daryl but it's practically midnight and I know he would drag me through the wringer if I dared to bother him. Then, I was like," You gasp, "I can always count on his really cute but shy partner." You give Nick a sly look and he looks away bashfully. To keep himself occupied, he begins driving away. "But I realized that he never gave me his number so I just decided to walk instead."

Nick never knows how to respond to your teasing or flirting. The suave style his inner self tries to hype him with never sees the light of day. Instead, it's replaced with stuttering. "I drove by the store." Again his voice cracks, so he says it again. "To look for you. I mean to get a red-Redbull."

The expression on your face lets him know that you definitely heard what he said. "You do that often, you know?" He looks at you expectantly while making a right turn. "I thought in the beginning when I would flirt with you, that it was one-sided. You always look so damn uncomfortable. But then, Daryl tells me sometimes when you don't have the night shift, that you still pull up to the Fernando's at midnight. I thought to myself, why would Nick do that if he obviously doesn't like me?" You snap your fingers. "But then I started noticing the little glances you threw at me, the little compliments, and the adorable flush of dark blue on your skin. I knew right then and there that the feelings are definitely mutual.

"And yet, you never make a move." You sigh and mumble an "I don't get it."

This is the most conversation Nick has ever had with you and of course, he's fucking nervous. Inner Nick never prepared him for such a conversation. At this point, he just wants to jump out of the car and jog to the police station. He'll make an elaborate story about how he got hijacked by a gang. Yeah, he'll get more ridicule for it, but he doesn't care. As if sensing his dilemma, you reach over, grab his arm and tell him to drive a different way to your house. He doesn't question it but he's confused by the time he drives into deserted dirt-covered land. He turns to ask you about it, but the smolder you give shuts him up. Your hand returns to his bicep and it flexes underneath your fingers. After feeling his muscles for a bit, your hand travels to hold his chin. He watches you carefully, lips parted and eyes wide.

"Tell me what you want."

Nick stutters for a moment, unable to comprehend the situation. Is this a dream? It has to be. In this reality or any other alternate realities, you would not be sending out such delicious pheromones directed at him. Pants tightening and hands sweaty, Nick whispers his desires. He needs you now before he explodes.

You smile sweetly before leaning over and pressing a searing kiss on his lips. As soon as it connects, Nick is moaning as if you'd already sucked him off. A little pride swells in your chest. While your working on his lips, your other hand moves down to rub his bulge, eliciting even more moans. It's making you extremely hot. So, you move away from him and take your shirt off, leaving your bra-less chest hanging out. Eyes wide, Nick looks around frantically.

"We can't—" You cut him off with another kiss to his lips.

"Do you trust me?" He nods eagerly. "Then trust me when I say no one comes here. Now let's take this to the back, shall we?"

After quickly going from the front seat to the back while trying to stay as dry as possible, you pounce on Nick, hands roaming his broad chest while he tentatively moves his hands to cup your ass. A low moan comes from you and in turn, Nick grabs them harder. His lips begin to trail down your neck as you're grinding on his restricted cock.

You're chanting for Nick to fuck you already. Words like 'please', 'fuck me', and 'oh god' fill the air alongside low growls from Nick. Eventually, he's had enough with heavy petting and decides to let himself go. You barely get a chance to see his cock before he's ripping a hole in your leggings, moving your panties, and inserting himself within you. A loud gasp emits from your lips as you try to grind yourself down some more. But you can't.

No, Nick is in charge.

His powerful thighs give him the leverage to pound into you at unknown speeds. You once even said faster, and your boy complied swiftly. His hands grab your hips hard, using you as a rag-doll as his rhythm picks up and you're getting fucked to the point your seeing stars. There's drool seeping out of your opened mouth and Nick takes it as a chance to lick it up before digging his dull tusks into your neck. As soon as he does, the Big Bang happens behind your vision, the built orgasm just exploding.

Despite this, Nick continues. Your pussy is oversensitive but you don't tell him to stop because he hasn't gotten his fill yet. But you know you're going to orgasm again before he does. Not even a minute later, you do. At this point your begging Nick to finish. You begin to kiss his neck, searching for his sensitive spot. When you do, you suck on it as if your life depends on it. That does it for him.

A deep, loud orc growl emits from him as he says "Fuck!" Within seconds later, he's spilling his cum into you. It takes a moment for him to fully finish, but even after he's done, he still holds you.

"Oh, Nick." You breathily moan as you peel yourself off of him. Looking down, you find his uniform pants completely ruined—your juices mixed with his cum smearing his entire right pant leg. "We made such a mess."

Nick shyly smiles, his chest still moving at a rapid pace. "Sorry,"

Shaking your head, you lean forward into him and press a kiss on his sweaty collarbone. "You know how you can make it up to me?" He hums and closes his eyes, savoring your gentle touches. "By taking me to dinner and maybe, just maybe, making me your girlfriend."

His eyes snap open to watch your expression for a moment. A soft smile adorns your swollen lips, eyes on the verge of closing, and face devoid of any worries. His heart feels full of adoration, knowing that he wants to have you in his arms for as long as he can.

Without replying, Nick presses a kiss on your forehead, hoping that action alone can convey everything he wants to say.

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Its been a couple of months after that incident and you have prioritized other matters. Such as your job, your relationship with Kandomere, your house. Little things to take your mind off the inevitable. 

You came out of work like usual. Purse on your shoulder and peering at your watch you see you have to make it in time to cook dinner. 

All of a sudden, you feel you have to throw up. Your friends are escorting you to your car. 

“Are you okay y/n?” One of them says.

You rush to the garbage can and throw everything up. 

“I think its just something I ate. I think I’ll be fine thanks.” You breathe out, wiping your mouth with a napkin. 

You felt awful and decided to go to the doctor’s. You were called in and you explained yourself. 

“Could the thought that you might be pregnant be a, possibility?” The doctor questioned, getting an ultrasound done on you. 

“No sir, I know that wouldn’t happen. Me and my husband have been trying for a very long time, and every time we are met with the same conclusion. I either have a miscarriage or I’m actually not pregnant.”

After a couple of minutes the doctor, proceeding still on the ultra sound, laughs. 

“What is it?” You ask, nervously. All this talk about getting pregnant brings up old wounds for you. 

“Well y/n...you’re pregnant!”

You sit up, quickly, “what? There is no way I can be! This is insane!”

The doctor then pointed out the little mound you saw that was called your baby. “You’re pregnant y/n.”

You stand up and tears start to form. You place your hand on your mouth and take a minute to cry. The doctor pats your back but leaves you to yourself for a while, so as for you to regain your composure. You rub your stomach and giggle to yourself. “Hi there baby...its mommy. I’m your mama. I’m so happy you are here.” But then realization hit you like a ton of bricks. 

This was the city, what if something bad happens to your child? What if all the stresses in life cause you to have another miscarriage? You could not go through the heartaches again. You could not put Kandomere through that again. You start to freak out. “I’m gonna lose this baby, I’m gonna lose it.” You don’t want Kandomere to have to go through the heartaches once more. 

“I can’t do that to him.” Without a second thought you race to your car and go far, far away. You go more to the country, to a cabin. You were going to get away from the commotion. You were going away from your husband to protect him. 

“He needs a better life.” You tried to convince yourself, as you were sobbing. “He needs someone better.”

That night you didn’t come home, and many nights would be like that. Kandomere would think the worst happened to you. He would try to call or text but nothing would be sent from you. Nobody knew where you were at. He started to feel depressed, to drink, many things passed along side the thoughts of Kandomere. He missed you dearly, and he was a different man when you were not there. He wanted his wife back. 

5 Months Later

You have been living in that cabin for a while. You lost your job and everything you’ve ever known. Your life was so different. You imagined your husband’s life was probably different as well. He probably moved on with someone who could give him a better life. You were sad you couldn’t or more like didn’t tell your husband about the baby. The baby was healthy, and strong. But you knew Kandomere wouldn’t want you back. 

Going to a popular coffee shop you stand and wait for your order of hot chocolate. Just then a certain elf walks in, “y/n?”

It was Kandomere, you looked up and your eyes bugged open. Kandomere saw that you were well developed in a full stomach. Kandomere saw the stomach and stomped out of the coffee shop. You ran after him knowing what he thought. 

“Baby, I know what this looks like but trust me its yours,” you cried out to him. 

“How do I know? I can’t believe you left me for 5 months. What the hel* is wrong with you?”

You curled back and tears fell out, “Kandomere, when I was told I was pregnant I panicked. I didn’t know what to do. I was scared I was gonna lose it. I didn’t want to do that to you again. I wanted to protect you.”

Kandomere closed his door of his car, “Sweetie, that’s why we are husband and wife. Through sickness and health. I wanted to be right by your side. I would of been. Going through something like that baby, you need someone supportive. I would of helped you through it all.”

Your cries came out more and you hugged Kandomere, “oh I’m sorry! I hate what I did to you, it was a mistake.”

Kandomere kissed your forehead, “please don’t do that again. Just please. I can’t live without you. It is impossible for me.”

“Does that mean, we’re still husband and wife, ready to have a child soon?” You asked, hoping he would say yes. 

“Of course y/n.” Kandomere gave you a kiss on the lips. Missing that feeling. “We are soon going to be parents.”

Kandomere was with you for the rest of the pregnancy. He was such a great help and support and he was so loving. In the end you and Kandomere had a healthy baby girl. She came out being half human/half elf. She was perfect and such a beauty. 

“All of this was worth it,” you whispered to her and to Kandomere. As you and your little family were there, present. It was all you could ask for. 

Just you and your family. 

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You barely turned before the gun was in your face.

You froze.

Then, chaos.

A loud crash.

Someone shouting, “LAPD!”

You didn’t see much. Just a blur of movement.

But you remembered the sound of a body slamming into another. You remembered falling back, glass cutting into your arm. And then, safety. Someone crouched over you, checking your pulse. A warm, broad hand against your shoulder.

“I’ve got you,” a deep voice had said. “You’re safe now.”

You looked up and saw him.

Orc. Badge. Blood on his cheek, not yours.

Before you could speak, the paramedics were wheeling you away.

Three days later, you walked into the police station.

It wasn’t hard to find. But finding him was another story.

You cleared your throat at the front desk.

“I’m looking for Officer Jakoby. He was at the Eastwood robbery. I was-well, he saved me.”

The receptionist blinked slowly, then pressed a button. “Jakoby. Civilian for you.”

When Nick appeared, your breath caught.

He looked even taller out of the chaos.

Still imposing, still strong, but soft. He was holding a clipboard and looked startled when he saw you.

“Hi,” you said, heart fluttering. “I didn’t get to thank you. So... thank you. For what you did.”

He blinked. “Oh. It was nothing. Just doing my job.”

“It wasn’t nothing,” you said firmly. “You saved me. And I brought you something.”

You lifted the paper bag in your hands.

“Muffins,” you added, almost shyly. “I wasn’t sure what you liked. So I made a mix.”

His ears twitched.

“I’m really not supposed to—” he began, but you held it out stubbornly.

“Tomorrow,” you said, smiling. “I’ll bring banana bread.”

He looked like he didn’t know what to do with you.

You started showing up every day.

Sometimes with muffins. Other times with scones or biscuits.

Always smiling, always asking how his shift went. Nick kept insisting it wasn’t necessary. You kept coming anyway.

The other officers noticed.

One day, when you arrived, one of them passed by and smirked. “Hey, Jakoby. Your girlfriend’s here again.”

Nick flushed green. You didn’t stop smiling.

“I’m just saying,” another chimed in from the bullpen, “if I had someone bringing me baked goods every day, I’d propose.”

You laughed.

Nick looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

After that, you noticed he was waiting for you when you arrived.

Trying not to seem like he was. But always close. Always warm.

You were falling. Slowly. Completely.

Then, one day, you didn’t come.

Nick told himself you were just busy. Maybe you were out of town. But by day four, he couldn’t stop pacing. By day five, he cracked.

He checked your file from the robbery report. Found the café you’d listed as your workplace.

He found you sitting by a window table, hands wrapped around a mug of tea, eyes downcast.

You looked up as the door chimed, surprised to see him.

“I thought something happened,” he said, coming to stand beside you.

You shook your head. “No. Nothing happened.”

There was a pause.

“Then why did you stop coming?” His voice was low.

You looked away.

“Because I finally realised... you were just being kind. Letting me hover. Letting me pretend there was something... more. But you don’t look at me the way I look at you, Nick. And I was starting to get hurt.”

He stared at you.

“I figured I should stop before I embarrassed myself,” you added softly.

Silence.

Then his chair scraped as he sat across from you, close.

“Do you know,” he said, voice quiet, “that I’ve waited every day for you to show up again? That I stood at my locker this morning, hoping there’d be another note in my coat pocket with a stupid muffin pun?”

You blinked.

“I do look at you,” he said. “Maybe too much. I didn’t think you’d want someone like me.”

“I do,” you whispered.

You touched his hand across the table. He didn’t pull away.

“I missed you,” he said simply.

Your heart caught.

“I missed you, too.”

Later that evening, you walked through the city together.

Your hands brushed until finally, finally, he laced his fingers with yours.

Outside your door, he hesitated, then asked, “Do I get a muffin tomorrow?”

You grinned.

“You get one every day now.”

And when he leaned in to kiss you, it was soft.

Like he’d never thought anyone would want him like this, but you did.

And he’d never let you go.

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