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Chilled to the Bone, Heated to the Core

Part 3

Oak’s hands gripped her waist, fingers searching for the laces at the back of her dress. With only a few impatient tugs, longing to feel her skin, the sound of fabric tearing filled the air.  

Even amidst the feverish tangle of kisses and muffled moans, Oak began to loosen the knots with those deft fingers of his while she busied herself with his clothes. She shrugged off his coat first, the terrycloth still carrying traces of their playful moments in the snow. Then, with more urgency, she pulled off his red-carved gold doublet, her own breathing growing more erratic with every layer that separated them.  

Meanwhile, Oak had successfully undone the laces of her dress. The knots had been tightly secured — so much so that he realised she must have tied them herself. Holding the fabric in place, his lips brushed her shoulder, then began their slow ascent along her skin, scattering delicate kisses as they made their way to the curve of her neck. 

Instinctively, Wren tilted her head back, granting him more access.  And then — he stopped.  

Her eyes waited in anticipation, and her breath hitched as she felt him shift just enough to tug the dress further down, baring the soft expanse of her shoulders.

If he stopped again, she swore she’d bite him, her hands moved to his shirt, fingers working to unfasten the fine buttons. The fabric was smooth beneath her hands, undoubtedly soft — fitting for a prince.  

Wren huffed, her fingers fumbling with the buttons. "Do all princes wear such impractical shirts?"

Oak chuckled, his breath warm against her skin. “No, but watching you struggle is rather entertaining.”

She shot him a glare, though it held no real bite. "If you keep stalling, I might just rip it off."

His smirk widened. "Careful, little frostbite. I’d love to see you explain to the royal tailor why my best shirt is in shreds.”

Her lips curled into a smirk. “I’ll just say a reckless prince got in my way.”

Lost in the moment, she never even pulled his shirt off completely. It hung loose around his shoulders, forgotten, as her bare back met the thick fur blankets beneath them, the chill of the air was quickly replaced by the warmth of his body, their skin now pressing together, the heat intensifying as his hands roamed lower.  

Oak’s mouth travelled down, lips exploring the valley between her breasts, his tongue occasionally licking each of her nipples. But Wren was barely paying attention to that, her mind was focused on the movement of his hand, the slow descent of his fingers, heading exactly where she wanted him.  

When he finally pushed a finger inside her, a low moan escaped her lips. Her hand instinctively shot to his golden curls, gripping tightly, making him grunt as her nails dug into his scalp.  

Her eyes fluttered shut, pleasure clouding her senses, and she let out a small breathy whine. A second finger joined the first, his pace growing more frantic, brushing against her clit in a light motion.

Desperate to contain her moans, she bit down on her lower lip “Oak, please… I’m almo…most there…” Her voice trembled with urgency, but mercy was not something Oak was willing to grant.  

So he stopped, once again. 

The loss of sensation was so abrupt that Wren’s eyes snapped open, the frustration on her face was visible and Oak liked it, more than that he loved watching her breathless and flushed cheeks.

“Are you serious?” propping on her elbows, dripping with disbelief and barely-contained rage.

Oak leaned back slightly, smug satisfaction written all over his face. “You sound upset, frostbite.” His fingers, still glistening with her arousal, traced lazy patterns on her inner thigh. “You were saying something? Something about being close?”

She let out a growl, her hands balling into fists against the sheets. “Finish what you started, princeling.”

Oak hummed, tilting his head as if considering it. “Hmm… I don’t know. I quite like seeing you like this.” His amber eyes burned as they raked over her trembling form “Desperate...Needy.”

“Shut up.”

Oak sniggered, but she moved fast, catching him off guard as she pushed him onto the bed. She could feel his body react beneath hers, his breathing slightly unsteady.

Wren slid him inside of her in a slowly deliberate motion making both of them grasp, and his hands instinctively found her waist, feeling the subtle tremor that ran through her body.

"Oh... So that's how it's going to be?" he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement and difficulty as her movements picked up.

"If you like seeing me desperate," she whispered, leaning in closer, her lips barely brushing against the heated skin of his neck while she continued to bounce on his length.

Oak let out a suffocated chuckle, his grip on her waist tightening slightly. "I'm curious to see just how far you'll take this." the tension between them thickened, electric, every movement a silent battle, a struggle for dominance disguised by teasing touches and charged glances.

She let her hands glide over his chest, pressing him down against the bed. Her teeth grazed his shoulder, the urge to bite overwhelming.

"Bite me."

But she hesitated, perhaps she didn’t want to hurt him then he moaned. Loudly. So loud that she couldn't control herself sharp teeth piercing his skin.

“Yes,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “Bite me… go on… draw blood, my sweet wilderness.”  Oak’s hands roamed down her back, gripping her waist, then squeezing her ass, like a silent encouragement for her to bite him harder. 

Her hips moved frantically now, her slickness allowing him to thrust into her with ease. The more she lost herself in the pleasure, the more she felt a wild hunger awaken inside her.  

At some point, she pinned his wrists down as she rode him. His amber eyes locked onto hers, his face flushed, his body completely at her mercy.  

“Oak… please…” Her moans grew louder, nails digging into the skin of his wrists, leaving behind crescent moon marks.  

“I'll make you cum” he rasped, barely able to get the words out between his own gasps. “As you desired.”  

A shiver ran down her spine at his words, a spark igniting deep within her, urging her forward. Her cunt was so wet that it slid perfectly with his thrusts that now met her riding movements.

"Then do it," she whispered, the challenge laced with anticipation.

A slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips, even as his breath hitched. And then, just as she thought she held all the power, he shifted beneath her, planting his feet on the mattress and gripping her waist he started fucking her harder and faster.

She could feel it, her release crashing over her, waves of pleasure sending her into a trembling mess “Oak, please... oh please" her hand moved to his chest for support "I’m cum… cumming,” she gasped, and when he joined with a grunt and furrowed brows, a wicked grin ghosting her lips. 

They lay beside each other, their bodies still burning with leftover heat, the only sounds in the room were their ragged breaths. Silence stretched between them, heavy yet comfortable.  

Wren was the first to break it, her voice a teasing whisper. “So… look at you. All warm now, huh?” she traced lazy patterns over his chest, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.  

“You’ve got me here…” he murmured, arms lacing with her waist “Warm and all.”

Part 1, Part 2

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Chilled to the Bone, Heated to the Core Part 2

As they walked toward the palace, Oak’s breath still came in shaky bursts, and he couldn’t help but glance over at Wren every few seconds. The snow crunched beneath their feet, and Oak could still feel the ghost of Wren’s lips on his. The kiss had been fleeting, so brief he could have convinced himself it never happened—but the heat it left behind was undeniable.

Oak shivered, pulling his cloak tighter around himself, though it did little to keep the chill at bay. "You know, you'd think after all these months, I'd have adjusted to this frozen wasteland."

Wren smirked, barely sparing him a glance. "You complain as if I forced you to stay."

Oak let out a dramatic sigh. "Face it, Wren, who else would make your nights just a little bit warmer?" He smirked, voice dipping lower. “I’m the sun that warms your heart… Admit it, you need me."

She knew that he had spent a lifetime under golden sunlight, surrounded by the hum of the forest, where warmth was abundant and the earth itself felt alive beneath his hooves. Here, in this land of ice and wind, it was as if the cold had settled into his very bones, refusing to be forgotten.

She chuckled, shaking her head. "I will admit, I’m impressed you've lasted this long without turning into a permanent icicle.”

"If I do, I hope you at least give me a proper memorial."

By the time they reached the towering doors of the palace, his fingers were numb, his breath coming in small puffs of mist. The moment they stepped inside, warmth enveloped him like a lover's embrace, though the stone walls still pulsed with an ever-present chill.

"You still look miserable," Wren observed, her voice carrying a note of amusement as she glanced at him over her shoulder.

"I feel miserable," Oak admitted, flexing his stiff fingers. "Though I’d say your hospitality is improving slightly."

Her lips twitched, but she said nothing, leading him through the winding corridors until they reached her chambers. With a gentle push, she opened the ornate door, revealing a space both luxurious and untamed.

Heavy furs covered the bed, their softness beckoning against the cold. A fire roared in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the stone walls. The scent of burning wood mingled with something faintly sweet—her scent, he realized, intoxicating and familiar all at once.

"You can warm up here," Wren said, stepping inside without hesitation. "Unless you’d rather freeze out there."

"It wasn’t this what I meant," he said, his hooves clicking against the ice-slick floor.

Wren turned to face him, one hand resting lightly on the bedframe, her gaze steady, unreadable. “Oh? So what do you intend to do?”

Oak stepped forward, slow and deliberate, until he was close enough to see the way the firelight danced in her eyes. He reached out, placing his hand atop hers, his fingers brushing against her skin with a casual confidence that belied the quickening of his pulse.

"I mean," he murmured, tilting his head slightly, "that if I’m expected to suffer through these frozen hallways every day, I at least deserve the royal treatment when I get here."

Wren raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk. "And what exactly does the 'royal treatment' entail?"

Oak leaned in just enough to feel the warmth radiating from her. "For starters, I think I should get the first pick of the blankets, maybe even control of the fire. Come to think of it, I should probably get the whole bed. You wouldn’t want me catching a cold, would you?"

Wren scoffed, but her fingers didn’t move from under his. "That’s bold, even for you."

"Well, I do live here now," Oak reminded her with an easy grin. "I think that entitles me to some perks."

She studied him for a moment before smirking. "Perks, huh? You do realize you’re lucky I haven’t made you sleep in the stables."

Oak clicked his tongue in mock disappointment. "Now that would just be cruel. Besides, I’d miss our little bedtime chats."

Wren lifted her free hand and placed it lightly on his shoulder, the touch was firm, but with a gentle pull, she made him incline his head toward her. Their faces were close now, the warmth of the fire casting a golden hue over her skin.

“Bedtime chats," she echoed, voice laced with something unreadable. "Is that what you call them?"

Oak’s grin deepened, and closing the last of the space between them brushed his lips over hers. It was a slow sweet kiss, the kind that sent a slow burn coursing through his veins. The fire crackled in the silence between them, but neither of them paid it any mind. 

Oak hummed against her lips, pulling back. "Should I consider that an invitation?"

Wren exhaled a quiet laugh, her fingers tugging him just a fraction closer. "You’re already here, aren’t you?"

Oak's smirk faltered for just a second, his breath catching as Wren's fingers worked their way into his coat, pulling him in closer. The space between them felt almost unbearable now, each inch of their bodies charged with anticipation. 

His hand found its way to her waist, fingertips grazing the soft fabric of her dress before slipping underneath, his touch and kisses burning against her skin brushing against her ear as he spoke in a low murmur, "You make it hard to resist." Wren’s response was a soft gasp as she tilted her head to the side, exposing more of her neck to him.

Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under her palms. With a small but deliberate motion, she pulled him back in, pressing her lips more firmly to his this time, the kiss deepening, urgent, as if they had both been waiting far too long for this moment.

Oak could feel the heat of her body seeping into his own, every nerve on edge, every instinct telling him to push further. But he held back, savouring the taste of her lips, the way her body responded to his, the way she didn’t pull away even as the tension built between them.

"Tell me to stop," he breathed, his lips brushing over hers, barely a whisper away.

Wren's eyes flickered open for a brief moment, locking onto his with a mixture of challenge and something darker. "I don’t think you will," she whispered back, her voice laced with a quiet dare.

Part 1, Part 3

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Chilled to the Bone, Heated to the Core Part 1

The cold wind was unforgiving, biting at Oak's skin, his fingers felt as if they might freeze off despite his constant rubbing and the warm air he blew into them.

It was no use.

Because even beneath the heavy layers of clothing, his body trembled, the chill gnawing at his bones, and every step he took was a cruel reminder that no amount of fabric could shield him from the relentless cold.

In stark contrast to his suffering, Wren stood unaffected — a vision of ease and grace. She wore nothing more than a flowing dress that barely skimmed her ankles, her bare feet sinking into the freezing ground without a hint of discomfort. 

‘She wasn’t even flinching.’

"Seriously, how do you do it?" he asked through chattering teeth, his voice a mix of incredulity and frustration.

Wren didn't even look his way, keeping her eyes forward, her long hair swirling in the wind. "I told you already," she replied casually, voice almost mocking, "I live here. The cold doesn't bother me. It’s... familiar."

She glanced sideways at him, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You, on the other hand... You look like you're about to freeze into a block of ice."

Oak scoffed, looking at her as if she were the one being unreasonable. "I’m about to," he muttered under his breath. "You can’t expect me to survive in a place like this, Wren."

Despite her regal bearing as the Ice Queen, there was a wildness about her, something untamed that reminded Oak of the mischievous fae he had met as a child. It was that same untamed essence that seemed to hover around her now as if the very air bent to her will.

His thoughts were interrupted by her voice, cool and devoid of amusement. "What is it?" Wren asked, tilting her head slightly, voice cool, devoid of amusement.

"Nothing," Oak replied quickly, though his words carried a note of incredulity. "I was just admiring how incredibly wrong it is that you don’t seem to feel any discomfort in this vast white torment."

She stopped just a few steps away from Oak’s shivering form; she could even hear his teeth chattering. "Maybe I should start thinking more carefully about the decisions I make."

Wren chuckled, a soft, musical sound that seemed to cut through the harsh wind. "You’re just soft, Oak. And you’re too dramatic. It’s all in your head."

He shot her a look, his irritation rising. "If my head says my body is about to freeze, I’m inclined to believe it." Without warning, she placed a hand over his, her touch like ice against his already frozen skin. Oak’s heart skipped a beat, but not for the reason he expected.

"Ah!" he gasped, jerking his hands away, his face twisted in surprise and indignation as he quickly tucked them back into his coat sleeves. 

"Don’t you dare touch me again, Wren! I might actually freeze to death if you do. And I’d prefer not to turn into a statue of frost…though I’m sure I’d make a rather charming one."

Wren arched an eyebrow, clearly amused. "I didn’t realize you were so sensitive, Oak." Her voice was laced with mockery. "Maybe next time, you should bring more than just layers of fabric. Or better yet, try living in the cold. You might find that it has its perks."

"You're impossible." Oak muttered, forcing himself to focus on anything other than how the chill contrasted with the warmth radiating from her. 

He scrunched down like a tiny hedgehog protecting himself from the cold, but something stirred in him while watching the vast white beneath his feet, and then, unable to resist, he scooped up a handful of snow and hurled it at her, hitting her lightly in the side.

"There. Now we’re on equal footing."

Wren barely reacted. She simply turned, one brow raised. "Oh? Is that how this is going? Because I happen to be more resistant than you?"

Before he could answer, she scooped up her own handful of snow, packed it into a perfectly round ball, and hurled it at him with impressive force. It struck him squarely in the chest.

And what started as a playful exchange quickly escalated into an all-out snowball fight. Laughter mingled with the howling wind as they pelted each other with snow, their playful rivalry pushing them further. Oak ducked behind a snowdrift, catching his breath, but every time he glanced over, he saw her — grinning, relentless, and always one step ahead.

But then, as Oak stepped out from behind cover, Wren was suddenly there. Before he could react, she lunged forward, knocking him off balance, they tumbled into the snow together, the world spinning before coming to a halt.

Oak found himself beneath her, his back pressed against the frozen ground. Wren hovered just above, her long hair cascading around them, little pieces of snow clinging to dark strands. 

Her lips parted slightly, and he could feel the heat between them despite the cold, for a moment, she hesitated. The warmth of his body beneath her, the way his breath came in shallow bursts, the way her lips were so close... Oak could sense the shift in the air between them.

His voice was rough when he finally spoke. "You could have warned me about that move."

Wren smirked. "Where’s the fun in that?"

Then, without thinking, she leaned in slightly, her lips grazing his in a fleeting, heated kiss before she pulled away. It was brief, almost as if it hadn’t happened, but it left Oak breathless.

"If I freeze," he whispered, "it’s your fault."

Wren pushed herself up gracefully, brushing snow from her dress. "You really need to stop freezing in these situations."

He swallowed hard. "I need to warm up," he muttered, the words coming out more strained than he intended. Or perhaps exactly as he meant.

"Maybe I should do something about that." Her smile deepened, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Or maybe I want you to freeze."

Then she turned and walked away, leaving Oak staring after her, his thoughts a tangled mess.

"Don't leave me here.” he muttered, his teeth chattering as he scrambled to his feet.

She glanced over her shoulder. "Hurry up, then."

Without another word, he chased after her, heading toward the palace, his pulse still unsteady.

Part 2, Part 3

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Waking up beside you

So I was thinking about this small one-shot with Suren and Oak for some time because there is very little writing we have about them and I wanted to contribute both to the fandom and to the ship itself. Even though I love Cardan and Jude (read my works about them) I loved the dynamics of Oak and Suren and I want to read about them so guys please write about them. Also I’m writing a smut about them 😉

You already know my English is not the best, but I try. 

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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the tangled sheets. But it wasn’t this that made the prince wake, in fact for him it was hard to fall asleep alongside the beautiful queen of winter, so he spent almost the time looking at her features, her cheeks that were flustered because of their previous actions. 

A lazy smile tugged at his lips as he brushed a strand of hair from her face, she looked almost ethereal, even here, in the mundanity of an apartment in the human world. 

He trailed his fingers along her exposed back, not to wake her but simply because he couldn’t help himself, but his thin rings cold against her hot skin, making her stir in her sleep and wake. 

A soft hum escaped her lips as she blinked sleepily up at him “Morning.” 

“Morning,” he echoed, his grin deepening. “You’re gorgeous like this, you know

When she rolled her body to face him, he had a wild smile on his face “What?” Wren’s flustered face and furrowed brow made him grin even wider.

“Nothing, just admiring you,” he murmured, his knuckles brushing against her cheek. He placed a gentle kiss on her skin, making her sigh. “My fallen queen.”

She scoffed lightly, shifting under the sheets. “You’re always so poetic.”

“Am I?” Oak propped himself up on one elbow, looking at her with a lazy smirk. “You should be grateful. Not everyone gets to wake up to such flattery.”

Wren rolled her eyes but smiled despite herself. “Lucky me.”

Oak trailed his fingers along her arm absentmindedly. “What were you dreaming about? You had this little frown.”

She hesitated for a moment. “I think it had something to do with… oh, you’re going to laugh.”

“Absolutely,” he confirmed. “But tell me anyway.”

She sighed defeated but joyful as she remembered “Fine. I dreamt that you turned into a fox.”

Oak blinked. Then burst into laughter. “A fox? Was I at least a beautiful one?”

Wren smirked, poking his chest. “Oh, you were very fluffy and… clever. Too clever. You kept charming people left and right, leading them in circles, making them do your bidding with just a glance.”

Oak grinned, pleased. “Sounds about right.”

She playfully shoved him, and he caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “Would you have kept me?” he asked.

Wren pretended to consider. “I don’t know… You were particularly mischievous. Always stealing things, vanishing when I needed you, only to reappear smugly.”

“I’d make an excellent fox,” he mused. “A regal one. Like a prince of foxes.”

“Oh, sure,” she teased. “Prince of stolen trinkets and smug grins.”

“Exactly.” He leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to her lips. “You wouldn’t be able to resist me.”

She hummed against his lips before pulling back. “Debatable.”

Oak lowered his head and started kissing her shoulder making her groan but didn’t pull away, and he took that as encouragement, continuing his slow assault of lazy kisses along her arm. 

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in the warmth of each other, until the quiet of the apartment broke with the sound of jingling keys and the front door opening. The distinct noises of voices filled the space. 

Wren bolted upright. “Someone’s here.”

Oak could hear the laughter of Vivi and Heather, the sound of Taryn scolding Leander, who was laughing hysterically, and Jude snapping at Cardan for some insufferable joke he must have made.

The prince, still stretched out and very much unclothed, barely spared a glance toward the door. “Mm. Probably just Vivi.”

“That’s exactly the problem,” she hissed, already scrambling to find her scattered clothes. “We’re naked, Oak.”

He propped himself up on one elbow, amusement clear in his gaze. “Are we? I hadn’t noticed.”

She shot him a glare, tugging an oversized hoodie over her head. Oak, however, remained unfazed, watching her struggle with lazy amusement.

Just as she was about to yank on her jeans, he caught her wrist and pulled her toward him.

“What are you doing?” she murmured, resting her hands on his shoulders.

“Don’t worry, we have plenty of time, my sweet fairy.” Oak placed more kisses on her cheeks, jaw, and neck, making her falter.

She groaned but didn’t pull away, surrendering to his touch for just a moment before snapping out of it. “Oak, seriously, we need to get dressed.”

After a long session of stolen kisses, they finally got dressed and made their way into the living room. As expected, they weren’t alone anymore. Jude, Madoc, and Leander stood in the center of the room, shopping bags in hand. Leander was proudly holding up a new board game while Madoc and Jude bickered over something trivial. It was an oddly domestic scene.

Jude turned first, her sharp gaze flickering between Wren’s rumpled hoodie and Oak’s infuriatingly smug expression. A slow smirk spread across her lips.

“Did we interrupt something?” she asked, her tone far too amused.

Wren turned red. “No.”

Oak, however, slung an arm around her shoulders. “Maybe.”

Vivi, looking genuinely surprised, stepped forward and hugged Oak. “Finally awake you two” Her gaze shifted to Wren, friendlier than Jude’s scrutinizing stare.

“Well, that must have been quite a night?” Cardan questioned, receiving a displeased look from his wife. “And so silent.”

Oak just grinned at the implications of his uncle’s words and looked at Wren, who was visibly nervous, but as soon as his hand found hers, she seemed to relax. He led her toward the sofa, settling beside Leander and gesturing toward the board game.

“So, what did you buy at the mall?” he asked, effortlessly shifting the conversation.

Leander beamed. “Something amazing. And I’m going to destroy you all.”

Oak smirked, exchanging a glance with Wren. She was still flustered, but he could see the beginnings of a smile at the corner of her lips.

“Well then,” he said, dropping onto the couch, “let the games begin.”

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Check it out and I hope you enjoy it. 😊

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Real Question

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“Until my nephew Benjicot comes of age"

kieran burton get your arse back on that set now.

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Warning: Important Announcement

We need to have more fanfics, one-shots and small pieces of Oak and Suren (Wren) Relationship.

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Chifuyu has Chat Noir

OK LISTEN GUYS... Chifuyu and Chat Noir.

Just imagine how beautiful and cute Chifuyu would be dressed as Chat Noir from Miraculous Ladybug.

Like seriously do they don't look alike

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Same honestly

Suggestive!!

Me when I’m writing a fic but then suddenly get another idea which is way better than the other one:

I will most likely post that soon (it was an Dazai smut)

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Hi, It's been a long time since I wrote anything, but here we are. I've just finished reading The Stolen Heir and once again Holly Black has my heart pounding.

Jude knows about Oak

In the royal chambers, the High King and High Queen were trying to relax from royal duties with a hot bath in the enormous bathtub.

"Cardan, if you don't stop this immediately, we'll soon run out of water. " - Jude said sternly, trying to get her husband to stop splashing her with the water that was pouring out of the tub onto the floor.

"I really love that disapproving face of yours"

"It's not disapproving, but if you continue with this prank there will be no water or soap bubbles that will resist." - said the tall queen taking a soap bubble in her hand and examining it as she reclined on the edge of the bath.

Cardan notice her worried face and it clearly wasn't about her husband sinking the bathroom.

"What's up with that my sweet poison face?"

She doesn't talk only shrugs her shoulders, her eyes are not on him but still on the soap bubble. He strides to her and when he's near her he blows so the bubble fades away and she puts her full attention on him.

"Now tell me what annoys and infuriates you" Jude sighs and looks at his dark eyes, does eyes are like an abyss, she can't lie to him as easily as before.

Her body is completely reclined on the edge of the tub. Cardan's arms hold her somehow, comfort, she feels.

"I'm just worried about Oak... it's been a while since we've heard from him and I'm honestly afraid something has happened."

"Worry not my feral queen, Oak is very intelligent and promising in the art of fighting... better than I. - he touches his forehead with hers and she smiles at the statement.

"I'm sure everything will be fine."

"But if..."

"Don't worry your head with that we are here to relax a bit are we not?" she nods slowly and calmly.

"So let us enjoy then, every minute... (a kiss on her cheek) every second... (a kiss on her nose) of each other's company"- he states kissing her lips, pausing to see her reaction.

Jude has a soft smile on her face and pushes him for a long and passionate kiss.

How they missed these little moments in each other's company, so many problems and duties to solve and let them perform with very little time for these delights. Tragic delights as Cardan liked to call them. Suddenly a knock on the door is heard but not strong to separate them or made them stop.

A more rushed and strong knock it's heard and the high queen stops pushing her husband away.

"Come in" - she allows the person to enter hoping it's some news about Oak. Jude knows that she isn't decent to receive someone but she's the queen and she's very nervous too.

A pixie maid and a guard enter the room the maid has a letter in her hands.

"Your majesties, I beg your pardon to interrupt but this letter came with the maximum urgency to the palace" - she puts the letter in Jude's hand which was already stretched ready to open.

While she reads attentively, Cardan catches the wine goblet on a table near the bathtub and dismisses the maid and the guard. Sipping the sweet wine he keeps looking at his wife for a change of mood but he only can see her bare back.

"Tell me my sweet Goddess" - I put my hand on her back tracing circles. "What..."

"We have to move quickly" - Jude stands up suddenly still naked in all her glory looking for a robe to cover her body - "Here, get ready."

Cardan looks at her angry face and tries to understand what is going on, he reads the letter attentively.

A devilish smile appears on his face. He quickly arrives in the bedroom where his wife is all dressed up looking at him with a determined face. "Looks like someone underestimated my Queen"

"It won't stay like this, I assure you, they will regret having underestimated us, all of them they will regret the ground they stepped on."

Her rage's really motivating and makes Cardan feel proud of her leadership.

"They will regret"

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New heels for the Queen

I was on my Pinterest when I saw this and I thought: "Small moment of Cardan and Jude it is then.". And here it is my sweets.

In the depths of the royal apartments, the queen out of nowhere was preparing for yet another revel that had been organised for the contempt of her extravagant husband.

Tatterfell was putting the finishing touches on her hair and at last, Jude felt the weight of Elfhame's crown on his head.

"It's time" - asking permission, granted by the imp, the queen got up and looked again in the mirror, seeing that her figure was perfect and composed, she walked to the door when her hand touched the handle, and she remembered something.

Dashing to the closet from there, he took out a box of shoes and put them on, she finally left the rooms and while walking through the corridors she could see some faeries making out and leaving the party for more fun than the music and dancing provided.

In the depths of the royal apartments, the queen out of nowhere was preparing for yet another revelation from her extravagant husband. Tatterfell was putting the finishing touches on her hair and at last Jude felt the weight of Elfhame's crown on his head.

"It's time" - asking permission granted by the imp, the queen got up and looked once more in the mirror, seeing that her figure was perfect and composed, she walked to the door when her hand touched the handle, she remembered something.

Dashing to the closet from there, she took out a box of shoes and putting them on, she finally left the rooms, walking through the corridors she could see some faeries making out when she reached the grand hall some courtiers were leaving the party to find some enjoyment on activities that the music and dance no longer provide.

Heading to the dais where the King of Elfhame had indeed already delved into the revel, his hand holding a crystal glass, so shining that she could see the red velvet wine rippling every time Cardan moved his hand, he looked like a personification of what was evil and divine in all senses of the words.

When she stepped onto the dais he looked at her and smiled mischievously and leaving the wine aside walked to her, with his outstretched hand.

"My dearest punishment where were you" - Cardan took her hand in his and gave it a light squeeze - "I was concerned... and starting mourning your disappearance."

"Cardan we were together less then 10 minutes ago" - she rolled her eyes and he simply smile.

"For me, that's a severe loss... To compensate for the trouble join me in a dance, my merciless queen"

She accepts it and they walk to the floor where numerous folk gather and make space for the high king and queen.

They engage in conversation while dancing and some light touches were shared between the two, such as teased ones.

"Oh, my delightful and terrible Jude I hope for this to end for us to be together again, engaged in affection in our bedroom."

"You will have it my King when the party come to an end" - they step onto the marble dais again and Jude walking in Cardan's front made his eyes capture the golden snake of her heels curled up in her ankle when the dress was up, making easy for her to walk.

"You sure are delightful... presenting me with such good accessories"

Jude looked at him and then to the heels, and smiled.

"They are quite divine aren't they"

"When did you get them?" - the both of them sat at their respective thrones.

"On a trip to the mortal realm, Vivi took me to this shop and I couldn't tear my eyes of them the single moment I saw them"

"I certainly am flattered for you remembering me in this kind way" - Cardan whispered to Jude - "Can't wait to have you later with them in our bed"

"Oh they're not the only thing you're going to like see" - she looked at his confused face and with a hand to her mouth like they were sharing the most important secret - "It's something under this dress you would like to see too"

"Our party is over then" - Cardan says firmly and Jude just laughs.

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Un-birthday present

"There are 364 days when you might get an Un-Birthday present"

In which, Cardan gives Jude an Un-Birthday present.

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Jude woke up with someone stroking her cheek so gently she would have thought it was a feather from a bird that gently fall during her sleep.

This made her gently open her eyes and meet the dark orbs of her husband.

"What happened?" - she question while rubbing her eyes to take off the sleep she still had.

"What do you mean?" - Cardan had a smug smile and didn't part his eyes from her while she sat on the bed and expected the room, it was still evening where they were awake, and she could still see light lurking through the dark heavy curtain.

"Why are you awake I mean, it's still early" - now she was awake and she tried to walk to pick up her robe and start the day, but Cardan withhold her.

His hands brush her arms and she stopped, she was still a little tired.

"Wait here and close your eyes, my dear wife" - he made himself stand up, but his hands didn't eave her arms until she agreed to him.

"Hum I'm not sure what it's truly happening" - Jude was now with a strange feeling of discomfort and distrust.

'Had them be attacked?... Something happened?... Did somebody die?'

In any way, she couldn't see why Cardan wouldn't tell her immediately.

"It's nothing bad I promise" - Cardan say to calm her, it was a surprise after all not a catastrophe.

She closed her eyes still concerned and he rush to the wardrobe where he took off a rectangle box. He sat again on the bed in front of Jude desperate to see her expression and put the box on her lap.

She stiffed and got a little scared of what that would be.

"You may open your eyes my sweet downfall"

Her eyes look at the box on her lap and the red ribbon on it, she surely was surprised and confused.

"Hum..but Cardan today is not my birthday"

He let out a small laugh, almost childish as if the sun had some goofy joke to tell his mother.

"Of course, it isn't my dear Jude, I know that."

Now she was even more confused.

"Than for who and what is this, if you may tell me, my unpredictable husband"

"Tell me, my sweat poison, 'How many days are in a year?' " - Cardan got his mischievously smile on and his tail moves deliberately.

"Are you serious?" - she looked at him while he nodded, mind games at this time - " 'Three hundred and sixty-five' "

Now his smile grows. Jude entered his game.

" 'And how many birthdays have you?' "

" 'One' " - she said hesitantly "But Cardan I don't see the point in..."

" 'If you take One for Three hundred and sixty-five what remains?' "

"Cardan I'm tired of this game" - Jude was now irritated.

"Oh but please my solemn queen give me you're advising answer my question"

"If this is a trap" - she sighs - " 'Three hundred and sixty-four "

Finally, it came.

" Then" - Cradan opens his arm so enthusiastically that I wonder if he already had wine in at this time - " 'There are Three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get Un-Birthday presents' " Jude was stupefied by the way things turned, Alice in Wonderland, of course, Cardan loves that book dearly since it got to his hands to discover more about mortals...Jude, felt desperate when someone robbed it from Hollow Hall, Jude... and happy when it was returned to him... Jude.

It always had been Jude. Jude...Jude...Jude...Jude. In his mind.

"Oh, you" - she beats his arm.

"Au, I didn't expect that kind of reaction" - he rubbed the arm hurt - "But now open your Un-Birthday present"

She took off the red ribbon and opened the box carefully, there it was some delicate and smooth silk, she swear if touched it would dissipate, but she separated them to see her Un-Birthday present.

A dagger, the blade so resplendent she could see her reflection, so swift she could cut a head in mere seconds so beautiful and memorable that her eyes pried from the blade to her expectant husband.

"So what do you think?... I can see for your silence you took a like to the fine piece" - Cardan approaches his face from mine - "How about we recreate the scene from our first kiss" - his tail curves on my leg.

"I knew you were seeking your pleasure too" - she puts her arms on his neck and pushes him closer to her - "But I can't say I dislike it"

They share many kisses until Jude stops him.

"I can't wait to see my Un-Birthday present for the next few days" - she lets out a little laugh.

"Don't worry my sweat nemesis I intend to treasure you for the rest of our lives" - and he kisses her again.

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Relaxing Bath

Jurdan Fanfic ao3 link: 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40827993?view_adult=true

I strike again causing Ghost to stumble a little on his feet, that didn't quite affect him as he gain his position and swung his sword against mine. I wipe some blood that flows down my cheek from the attack that I couldn't dodge before.

I do as Madoc always taught me, 'Never leave your eyes off the target'.

"You should get tougher when you attack" - Ghost says as we are circling each other waiting for a good opportunity to land a good hit.

"If I get tougher you would be already on the floor squirming like a worm" - moving my legs faster I approach him and slung my sword at him with a firm grip, he wasn't expecting that and he horizontally positioned his sword blocking mine and with a kick, he tries to unbalance me. I fall to the ground but my arm pushes my body making me dodge when he pushes the sword tip to the ground, it ends up getting stuck in the grass which gives me time to get up.

As he regains stance and comes at me again, we spare some more until we finish when both of us swing our swords and they block each other declaring draw.

"You're getting better Jude" - Ghost sheaths his sword and tries to speak breathlessly.

"I thought I was already good... At least better than you" - I said between tiredness and wiping the sweat off my test with my shirt sleeve making him smile.

"Almost as good as me" - He puts a hand on my shoulder friendly - "Now you should go inside to the king he must miss you... or at least try to relax"

"I can't go inside and I surely can't go back inside and hear Cardan's whimpers and his foolish ideas to plan some kind of revel... - I sheath my sword and put my hands on my hips as the Ghost disappears to his spy position - "Maybe I should go to my quarters and wear something else clean."

I went inside and start walking to my room, when I opened the door I start to take off my sword hanging on my waist belt and strip my clothes when a knock on my door was heard over the room.

'Please let it not be Cardan'

I buttoned my shirt again and walk to the door when I open I see Tatterfell.

"I came to tide a little up your room, since the last time I was here doing your hair I see that didn't change much" - she came in with a stern face looking at my room disapprovingly.

"Well, I wish you could run a bath for me instead" - I look at her and she nods.

"At your service my lady." - she goes to my bathroom and starts doing what it's necessary to obtain a relaxing bath. - "You've been training too much lately, a lady like you shouldn't mind such business, what would say your lady mother"

Tatterfell always talked like this since I and Taryn were kids, she looked at my sister and was happy to see the lady of the court she became, couldn't say the same about me, to her eyes I was a rebel, not like Vivi at least, but I wasn't made to the court life to the revels or the luxury of them, I didn't behave acceptably.

Oriana would rip out her eyes every time I didn't look like a lady, but Madoc would satisfyingly look at me and smiled almost proudly.

"Your bath is ready my lady" - Tatterfell comes out of the bathroom holding a robe for me to take.

I want to thank her but know she would kill me if I did, I made that mistake once, and this cover why I shouldn't make it again.

As I'm finally alone I go to the bathroom and how relaxed once I step inside, the steaming from the hot water mixed with the smell of the bath salts was inebriating, and see all that bubble's mess. I quickly get rid of my clothes and put a foot on the enormous bathtub I slide in and sigh reliving the tension on my body as the water came up to my shoulders and I'm deep in that intoxicating moment.

I resume my bath by playing occasionally with the bubbles while thinking about the matters of Elfhame, and what Cardan must be thinking.

'I hope that he doesn't think of planning another revel as like the other night'

His relationship with Locke, his master of revels, has grown into a problem in my plans, he's more difficult to control, and his immoral behaviour it's growing at such speed that I fear I can't control it.

I look at the little table beside the tub where it lays some face towels, a cup of tea, my silver hairbrush and some balms that while opened I can smell the herbs of each other. Next to them, it's one of my daggers.

I duck more into the pleasant water and let my arms rest on the sides of the tub putting my head to rest on the edge.

I hear a knock on my bedroom door, for the time it must be Tattrefell again or some servant, I tell them to enter.

'Cardan must still be in his quarters resting from the long party and the fun he's had, not to mention the amount of alcohol he's ingested, I don't think I've seen him for at least two days' I smile non-stop at my thoughts, and while hearing lightly boots steps, almost like a spy, I caught my dagger with a firm grip, as the steps approach.

Looking at the door I see that stupid grin and that high cheeks bones with golden painting smudge all over, the dark hair that hasn't seen a brush and the high king crown resting on his head.

'Cardan, of all people in the palace'

"Even in the bath Jude, your enemy must be very cautious" - he stays still on the door.

"He surely must be, because you never know who to trust, even someone who interrupts someone's bath should be considered as such. Don't you think" - my dagger dances on my hand swinging from one hand to the other.

"Well good morning to you too, my dear seneschal" - he advances to me with his hands behind his back - "It's good to see that during your sleep you didn't change a bit, for my displeasure"

"Why you're here?" - I look at him menacingly, demanding an explanation for him not yet disappear from my sight.

"You see I needed to let you know that I have made an appointment for tomorrow with Severin of Fairfold, so he's coming tomorrow to pay us a visit" - I look at him puzzled. - "And as my seneschal, I'll give you the preparations in your shocking vile hands, my sweet villain."

"This means another revel, because if it's that I'm out" - the king is now beside me, looking down while I duck more in the water. I'm not giving him de privilege to see me in this vulnerable position.

"Then consider it more like a tea party at night, with non-stoping dance and wine instead of tea" - he smirks at me - "If that helps change your opinion"

"Cardan you can't plan this type of thing without my consent, don't forget that I gave your position you're a mere puppet in my hands."

"Oh yes, I almost forget that's why I'm here to obtain your consent" - now he's angry - "Your similarities to a queen are impossible to deny Jude why aren't you sit on the throne then" - he let out a laugh.

"Shut up, I'm the one who commands here" - I start preparing to leave the so good hot water - "Turn around" - he pauses - "NOW".

He keeps chuckling with his back to me and I sleep into a robe and compose myself, I let him stay in the bathroom walking to my room while drying my hair, and he follows me like a puppy.

"You're so unnerving with that spoiled child behaviour." - I turn to him and stay face to face - "But as your majesty instructs I'm going to prepare everything for the arrival of your guests" - I put the towel on the desk and start brushing the hair.

'Why do I have a silver brush, it's so heavy.'

"That's all your majesty" - I look deeply into his eyes, challenging him.

"For now yes my unmerciful seneschal" - he looks at me and I can feel some tentative glamour, but that would be impossible - "What happened here" - his cold fingers touch my cheeks if I was right almost in a lovable way, that is sufficient for me to stop brushing my hair and refusing to break eye contact.

"Sparring with Ghost"

"You ought to be more careful... you have such a stupidly beautiful and delicate face." - he stops himself - "It doesn't suit you".

He's dangerously close, I need to put an end to this.

"Now off you go before I give you a bruise too or something worst" - I push him away.

He starts walking to the door backwards analyzing all my movements, his lesson is well studied you never turn your back on your enemy, but he keeps that arrogant smile even after what happened here - "Aren't you forgetting to tell me something?"

I cock my head to the side and furrow my brows.

"To give you the pleasure and allure you with my resplendent company my lady, or must I say, my darling knight" - he's almost out of the door when I throw the silver hairbrush at him with such a force I swear the door shook a little.

"Get out of my sight" - winking he throws me a kiss and leaves finally.

I sighed of tiredness moving to the closed door and picking up the hairbrush - "That was handy."

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Fanfiction tropes guideline:

ANGST/HURT AND COMFORT

"AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED..."

EVENTUAL SMUT

MULTI-CHAPTER SLOW BURN

ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING

FIX-IT

10K+ OF ALMOST KISS

MUTUAL PINNING

CANON-DIVERGENCE

MYJOR CHARACTER DEATH