#montehugh

“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!

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.

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

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