#( cardan: BUT YOU NEED TO BE PREPARED!?

[cruelprincae]

I just watched a tiktok of queen Charlotte in the "sorrows sorrows prayers" scene and WHY IS THAT CARDAN I AM LITERALLY CACKLING.

"are you sure you are putting it in the right place? I drew you pictures"

[beloved-daydreams]

Jurdan gets funnier and funnier the more you think about them and realize how much of a big loser both of them are when it comes to love.

Mfs get married to supposedly "form a trustworthy alliance" -> Cardan exiles Jude the next day to impress her, because apparently his rizz disappears when it truly matters 💀 -> Jude takes it seriously, stays in the human world for months and is salty af -> Cardan cries himself to sleep and writes pathetic little letters to her. Like wow you did that to yourself you dumb bitch 😭

And don't get me STARTED on their dumbass confessions. Cardan's was, I'm pretty sure, 80% on a whim. Like, maybe he had prepared the words in his mind but he didn't plan to confess to her right then and there at such a bad time. Says "well you probably already guessed as much" at the end then RUNS AWAY probably because he's overwhelmed and Jude is left standing there like???? No I fucking didn't guess you liked me lmao??? I'm dumb af bro, should've been this direct from the start :')

And Jude's is also hilarious because she says it kind of hurriedly as soon as they're alone, since she had promised herself to tell him the first moment they get together. Girlie confesses and CARDAN DOESN'T BELIEVE HER 😭 so homegirl has to EXPLAIN in DETAILS when she thinks she started to fall for him, why she started to like him, why she believed he didn't like her and why she felt the need to hide it. And ONLY after that whole ass explanation Cardan's finally like "omg!!! You liked me because I'm clever and funny?!?? Omgggg..."

Those fuckers were really married for months before fumbling their way through awkward confessions because they can't indulge in the thought that the other likes them. Like they were legit EMBARRASSED to admit that they like eachother while being MARRIED. Please this is so unserious, get real.

[soulaires]

cardan greenbriar headcanons

I would still adore you with your hands around my neck.

ꨄ︎ He is brutally and unapologetically mean when you first met, he doesn’t really ‘bully’ but makes it clear he HATES you (snickering/laughing w his friends whenever you are in sight or gives backhanded and sarcastic comments )

ꨄ︎ you don’t really entertain him most of the time which drove him MAD he doesn’t really understand why he’s craving for your attention so bad

ꨄ︎ he couldn’t really understand that he liked you o he’s just mean, he doesn’t know how to get your attention without the full on teasing

ꨄ︎ whenever you respond to his teasing, your words cut him like a knife (you hurt his ego, he hurt your pride 🤷‍♀️)

ꨄ︎ the moment he realized he likes you, he just deny, deny, deny, deny.

ꨄ︎ he absolutely hates the way how much he wants you, hates the way he craves for you, your presence, your touch dearly and hates the way he badly want to shut you up by a kiss

ꨄ︎ when he saw you kissed locke, he get irritated and finally starting to accept it

you are currently in a garden, reading a book when suddenly the bane of your existence voice greeted you,

“why did you fucking kissed locke??” Cardan marched towards you as he settled in front of you, you stood up, preparing to leave but he caught your arms.

“I ask you a question, princess. Answer it.” He remarked, the gap between you two is a bit close than ever.

“None of your business, royal highness.” You mocked.

“Why? Why does it have to be him? You have a terrible taste.”

“He’s a good kisser, I would not lie.” you try to get under his skin

“No, he Isn’t.” He argued

“Why do you always have to disagree to everything I say???”

“Because, my dear, If I agree with you, then both of us would be wrong.”

“You drive me crazy, Greenbriar.”

“How crazy?” He mused. “Show me how mad I drive you.”

you rolled your eyes as you start to wak out but cardan was quick to corner you in a tree, your heart is racing, tension is thick and yu could not breath.

he seems to caught onto that as he smirks, “my, my, my, darling, why is your heart racing so fast when I haven’t even touch you, hm?”

you can feel your cheeks heet up as yu raises your eyebrow, “and how would you even know that?”

he grabs your hand and put it on his chest, “because mine is.”

You let your arms away from his beating heart as if it burns you, “you should go.” you breathed out. “Yeah, you should definitely go, cardan.” You distanced yourself but not far enough from him.

“Go where, sweatheart?” his face is much more closer to yours, “here?” You can feel his breath on your shoulder. “Or maybe here?” It moved up to your neck.

“ca—cardan.” You stuttered. You fucking stuttered. You heard him chuckled and moved up to your ear

“Kiss me.” you heard his hoarse voice whispers to your ear.

“What?” Your eyes went wide as you backed away.

“I said, kiss me. Kiss me until I am sick of it. Kiss me until his taste is out of your lips, kiss me until all you can taste is me. Kiss me.” he begs. All cardan could only think was that he needed you. Needed to taste you, to have his arms around you, to hold you. He could not think straight. “please.”

“Shut up.” You said as you kissed him. Kissed him. You have no excuse for it, not a accidental, forced to, nada. You kissed him.

Cardan quickly melts into the kiss as he tugs you closer. His tongue swept along with your lips and you granted him the permission he craved. It drove him crazy. He dreamed of this very moment, of you, every damned night. Thought about it every hour, about how you would taste, it was a question and answer , a beginning to an end. Cardan Greenbriar could stay like this forever, with you in his arms, with your fingers on his hair. With your lips on his. He devoured you, tasting every bit of you and you heard his desperate whine.

You pulled away but he chased your lips. You guys stared at each other. “I–“ “this never happened.” You are quick to shut him off as you scurried away.

ꨄ︎ he drown himself with alcohol that night.

ꨄ︎ he tried to talk to you but was unsuccessful

ꨄ︎ one day, he had enough and planned to corner you

ꨄ︎ he finally caught on to you

“Lets talk. Stop running away from me.”

“No.”

“Yes.” He argued “stop being stubborn.”

“That was a mistake.”

“Is it?”

“Yes. A mistake that shall never repeat again.”

“Don’t say that.” His voice shakes

“Let’s forget it happened—“

“Again, it hurt me, princess. It hurt me.” Again.

“It’s probably for the best!” You burst out

“No, it is not! Will you please stop driving me crazy?”

“I wanted this—you for so long and im not losing the chance. You have no idea how i wanted this. The way you look at me... I want you to know what it does to me. I want you to feel it. Feel how crazy you make me.”

You went silent as you stepped closer to him, “show me, cardan.” You whispered and he did.

ꨄ︎ now that you guys are dating he became more protective of you, always looking out for you.

ꨄ︎ he would start the next Trojan War for you if you are not in his line of sight

ꨄ︎ oh boy he is CLINGYYYY

ꨄ︎ he calls you lots of pet names like “my queen, love, my love, my darling, sweetheart, angel etc.

ꨄ︎ writes you letters and poem!

ꨄ︎ he’s a sassy man.

ꨄ︎ He loves saying I love yous

ꨄ︎ gorgeous flowers every time!!!

ꨄ︎ his tail unashamedly wrapped around you every time

ꨄ︎ especially when he’s jealous possessive

[helreginn]

withinkandquill:

Cardan parts from her as if her words singe his skin - before his fingers can tighten around her jaw, before hurt and anger turn him into someone violent and dangerous. Already he can familiar the familiar impulse winding down the muscles of his arms, itching for that comforting sensation of power and control. “None of that suggests a bloodbath!” Once gentle fingers form fists at his sides. A newly-poured goblet of wine sits nearby, prepared by a trembling servant who had hurried away again as quickly as she had come. Cardan’s temper was legendary; his cruelty the spectacle by which he was best known. But despite his reputation, he takes his anger out on neither goddess nor servant. Instead, he reaches for the nearest item - the goblet - and hurls it at the furthest wall. Dark wine drips down the it like spilled blood. Cardan barely remembers that night, hiding beneath the feasting table as he watched his family fall one-by-one. Dain. Elowyn. Rhyia. Caelia. His father. All gone in one night. He barely remembers the weight of the crown as young Oak - secretly of Greenbriar blood, it seemed - placed it atop his head. It was supposed to be a party and Cardan had spent it as he spends them all and as he has spent many more nights since - drunk beyond recollection. He needs no memories of the massacre to drive him to drink, though. Perhaps he should feel something for his murdered family but he does not. Cardan has little love for his family and so little is lost. What is lost, what he grieves the most, is freedom. That came from being an uncrowned, unwanted prince, sixth of a set of eligible and eager heirs, free to enjoy the lavish lifestyle of royalty without the responsibility of a kingdom. And now…now that this truth had reached his ear…Cardan has yet another reason to drink. Hel. His unwitting, unwanted bride. And rather unexpectedly, the only person he ever began to believe truly cared for him. Turning on heel, Cardan approaches again. Long strides make short work of the space between them. Hands find her shoulders, palms pushing her back until his body cages hers against the wall only a few steps behind. His touch is less gentle now. “You yourself told me you were not bound as we are to faerie bargains,” he hisses. The lines of his jaw harden, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows past the lump that has formed in his throat. “You could have told me and if your motives were as you say, you would have.” His eyes search her as he speaks - cold and daring with anger, glistening with something he doesn’t let show in other aspect of himself. “He was going to kill me too, Hel. Or did you not realize that all of us meant all of us? Did you think me so forgotten that he might even forget to spill my blood? Or was this your way out of this…let us all die and then you are free, aren’t you? Did Balekin promise you this? Have you worked alongside him this whole time?” @withinkandquill

Hel winces at the scream and then again at the glass thrown against the wall. His rage is palpable. And she can't blame him. Would never. Was it not he that weathered this very same rage and sorrow on their wedding night? The misplaced grief and hurt at having lost her family? No. She stands in silence. Hand braced against her ribs as if it could stop her heart breaking. Watchful. Apologetic.

Useless.

She feels the cold wall against her back but it is not half as cold as the anguish in his accusatory glare as he just barely holds himself back. Her teeth ever-so-slightly chatter together behind her closed lips. Hel has not once been afraid of Cardan. Not one time. Until this time. And that's worse. Hel is no stranger to fear. She is apathetic in the face of it. Fear is just alertedness, readying for the storm.

But Hel has never known love before. And she has never lost it either. Never watched it die in real time.

She wants to speak on her behalf. Needs to. But she is so guilt ridden, a larger part of her would prefer if he just..

But that too is not fair on him.

"I am not beholden to fairy deals." She replies, "But you surely can see..." That I am not free either? She wants to tell him. Tell him that it is the same magic writ on their marriage contract. But she can't. She wants to tell him even what to ask, to see that she cannot answer. But even that.. cannot be spoken.

She dare not look away. Not once drags her eyes from his. But she gestures widely to the side below his elbow, "I wasn't even there! I am not still. You had to seek me out here, where I have been and will remain until..." Until you are gone. And then we both must go to the dark place.

The breath leaves her lungs and with it, all the fight she had. Her shoulders slump in his arms.

All she has wanted to say in all these months.. To talk of her family. Her brothers and mothers and father. Even the shape of their names could not parse her tongue. They were her whole world before she came and he had never once heard her utter the sounds.

He would feel the rigor of her shoulders as she just barely contains her own sobs.

She loves them. She misses them. She wants to talk about them every single day. To tell Cardan how the happy whip of his tail they both pretend not to see when he is bare - or at least shirtless - beside her reminds her of home. Tell him how her mothers are ferocious and wild and if they could leave - if they could go to her home, he would know the love of maternal instinct. She was sure of it.

"Think of me as you will, Cardan. Call me a betrayer if it helps. Abandon me for her if that will ease your heart. Do what you must. I will forgive it all. I want your happiness, even if I am not included in that." She sniffs and all that she longs to say is right there, staring back in his night dark eyes, "But do not for one second fool yourself into believing I wanted you to be hurt. I.. I.."

I love you. That one she can say. Could say. But cowardice is perhaps more compelling than even the magic of a godspell.

[avelanlorelay]

My Jurdan fics in Ao3 (tfota)

Dernière Danse

In progress | post-canon | post The Queen of Nothing | fluff and angst | drama

With the threat of a revolt against the High Queen, Jude and Cardan's peace is at an end. She wants to solve the problem in person, but Cardan can't allow Jude to risk her life. Marriage is about trust and understanding and love helps to overcome difficulties. But everything gets harder when there's always someone conspiring against it.A story of adventure, jealousy, intrigue, fate and curses.Not all fairy tales have a Happily Ever After. But they are all about true love.

Please, Come Back and Tell Me You Still Love Me

Completed | modern au | angst with a happy ending | a shot with 3 chapters

“If you want to go, then go, I won’t stop you.” Cardan managed to say, treacherous voice sounding hoarse, Jude’s hands gripping the door handle. “But if you go, know that you need never come back, forget I exist. Forget everything.”

Please, come back. Please, let go of that damn door and tell me you still love me. Come back to me, Jude.

He pleaded in his mind for a long moment where she remained motionless.

Then Jude turned the knob and walked away without looking back, the door slamming with a bang behind her.

Fireflies

Completed | one shot | romantic fluff | post canon | post The Queen of Nothing | on tumblr

“I am the one who desperately wants you.” He stroked her cheeks in his long-fingered hand. “Say what you want and I’ll give you anything, anything you wish. If you asked me for the stars, I’d go up to the sky and knock them down for you. I’d make the planet stop spinning, Jude. Just ask and I will give you everything I have and steal what I don’t have.”

“I don’t wish for anything. All I want is you. It is more than enough.” She slid her fingers under his chin and pulled him to her, their mouths intertwining effortlessly.

Cardan steals Jude from the feast to show a surprise. Based on the deleted scene from The Queen of Nothing.

The Bodyguard

In progress | modern au | bodyguard romance | romantic thriller

When Jude Duarte was given the task of protecting rising rockstar Cardan Greenbriar from a dangerous stalker, her intuition already told her it would be a tricky mission. But the capricious, irresponsible and annoyingly attractive boy seems to make everything even more difficult.

As if being threatened by a crazy stalker who wants to destroy his life wasn’t enough trouble to deal with, Cardan Greenbriar could never have imagined that having a scary bodyguard and a breathtaking girl would make him even more out of his mind.

None of them were prepared for what was to come.

Love, that force that compels us to be sometimes better and often worse

Completed | The Prisoner's Throne spoilers | a shot with 4 chapters

Some deleted scenes of Jurdan from The Prisoner's Throne.

[mylovecardan]

Promise Me? (A small Jurdan fic)

Part I

Cardan's p.o.v

"Your majesty, you have to come with me, they've got her!''

I would've expected to feel joy at finally hearing those words, but all i feel is dread. It was the look on The Roach's face and the way with which he said those words that made it clear it was nothing good.

i hurry out of the Throne room and follow him. I keep thinking about all the worst possible scenarios, but nothing prepares me for what lies in front of me when I enter my room.

Jude is lying on the bed, all bloody and unconscious. Her right hand is twisted at an odd angle and I can see her bone sticking out. A couple healers are working to stitch her up. The sight makes me sick and I fight the urge to throw up.

''Where?'' I force the single word out with great difficulty. I feel so enraged at the bloodied sight of her body that i can hardly manage to breath.

''found her at the edge of a forest somewhere near the mortal lands.''

It's The Ghost who replies. His clothes are covered in blood and it's hard to tell if it's his, Jude's, or someone else's.

''There were about twenty fae, dozen of them redcaps. They were all fighting, and our queen was in the middle of all this''

''And how, dare i ask, did our queen ended up in 'the middle of all this', all alone?''

Randalin, The minister of keys, asks eyeing me and I avoid his gaze.

I know, ofcourse, exactly what she was doing there. We had discussed it. They were part of a group who wants to overthrow our us. Believe that Elfhame shouldn't be ruled by a mortal. They've even sent assailants after Oak. In short, they've been a real a pain.

She was tired of all of it and wanted to put an end to all the nonsense once and for all. Only we never agreed on her going after them. She insisted that she go but i didn't want her to. I mean she's the High Queen! She shouldn't be going hunting for assailants. We've got spies and knights for those stuff.

We had a big discussion. I tried persuading her, told her it was very dangerous and more trouble than worth. Our knights would've handled it. It wasn't that i believed she couldn't handled it. No, I've always believed in her. If there's anyone who can get out alive out of any situation it's her. I just didn't wanted anything to happen to her. Just thinking about it freaked me out and at last she agreed to not go after them. She vowed that she'll let the knights handle that and she won't interfere.

Or, so I thought. I keep forgetting that she's mortal and can lie. She reminded me, yet again, that a mortal's vow is worth nothing.

Jude. My beautiful, lying, stubborn Jude, decided to sneak out while i was asleep, without any of her spies or knights. Broke the promise she made me and went after the assailants.

The worst part, is that when i woke up, and found her missing, I believed that she could handle it. I thought she's been in worse situation and dealt with more dangerous. I mean this is the mortal girl who murdered Valerian, Balekin, beat Grima Mog in a duel with nothing but a long knife, and has defeated countless others. Dealing with some assailants should've been child's play for her. Yet i decided to make the Court of Shadows follow her trail and help her if needed

Too late. I was too late. I took too long to send them after her. It took too long for them to reach her. And now here she is. My brave, fearless wife, barely conscious, fighting for her life because i was incapable of making a simple order.

I ignore the question Randalin asked. My guilt and pain and anger, all the emotions too high for my brain to process much. I instead keep my eyes locked on her figure.

''The question should be why she was in the middle of all that. Is it possible, my king, that she might've mentioned a rendezvous with these folks?'' Nihuar asks me.

''Might've heard something.''

''Your majesty, I hope you understand the-''

''What happened to those fae?'' I cut in between. I don't care to explain the whole story to them.

''All dead.'' Grima Mog answers.

''Good. You can take leave now. Except for you all.'' I say pointing towards the Ghost, the Roach and Grima Mog.

Randalin turns sharply towards me at this. ''I can't believe yo-''

''I.SAID.LEAVE!'' I say gritting my teeth. It's getting harder to contain my anger now and if they don't get out of my hair right now I'm afraid I'm gonna have to steal a page from Jude's book and resort to violence.

They leave after this with sour expressions on their faces. Well I don't give a shit about their feeling. I've got more pressing matters to deal with right now.

''Now, tell me exactly what happened?''

''When we got there, she was already fighting them all. It seemed to be going good.'' The Ghost says.

''Then how, pray tell, did she ended up like this!?''

''Some coward bastard attacked her from behind. Broke the hand with which she was holding her sword and stabbed her. It all happened so fast, others took the opportunity and started cutting her up. We reached her just in time and avoided the worst of it.'' it's Grima Mog who says and i feel my rest of my control vanishing.

''Avoided the worst of it? You think you managed to avoid the worst? LOOK AT HER!! DOES IT LOOK LIKE YOU AVOIDED THE WORST OF IT? SHE IS BARELY BREATHING. WE DON'T EVEN KNOW IF SHE'S GONNA MAKE IT AND YOU THINK THAT YOU 'AVOIDED THE WORST'?'' I can't keep my anger in anymore. Seeing her like this has broken something inside me. I'm experiencing a pain I thought I'd never feel again. The first time was about 6 years ago, when I saw her falling down and into one of the banquet tables. I thought it would be the last time I'd see her so broken, but oh how wrong i was.

''Cardan, she's not dead yet. The worse has been avoided.'' says Grima Mog.

''Amazing. She's not dead yet. Thank you so much. I feel so much better now. Should I plan a revel for this miraculous occasion? My dear folks, your queen was almost killed tonight. She is currently lying in bed barely breathing but don't worry, our grand general avoided the worst of it as she's not dead yet.''

''Well weren't you the one who was supposed to persuade her to let it go? Pardon me my king but it seems if there's someone who failed to do their job, it's you.''

''SHE VOWED TO ME THAT SHE WOULD LET YOU GUYS HANDLE THE SITUATION. IT DIDN'T OCCURRED TO ME THAT SHE'D BRAKE IT SO SOON.''

''Didn't it. I mean it's Jude we're talking about. That girl is an expert at telling lies.'' the Roach says quietly, but loud enough for all of us to hear it.

''I just- I-I thought- maybe this time-'' I sit down and bury my face in my hands unable to complete the sentence. I feel a sudden burning behind my eyes and try to fight against the tears.

I feel someone's hand on my shoulder and look up to see that it's the Bomb. I didn't even realized when she came in. She must've used the hidden secret passageway in my room.

She gives me sympathetic smile and I gulp back the tears. I can't lose control right now.

''None of us can imagine what you might be going through right now. But you should know that we're all here for you and she will make it. She's Jude Duarte, she's stronger than we can imagine and she will fight through this.'' She says.

''You mean Jude Greenbriar. It's not Duarte anymore, it's Greenbriar. She's my wife. Don't forget that.'' I say stupidly.

''Yeah you keep saying that. It's kinda hard to forget your majesty'' the Bomb says, rolling her eyes.

''Your majesty?'' It's one of the healers who interrupts us and I stand up too quickly, feeling a sudden ache and fear in my heart.

''What is it? Is she alright? Will she make it? The questions rush out of me.

''Y-yes she'll be fine my king. We've stitched her up and fixed her arm. She's still unconscious though and it'll probably take some time for her to wake up.''

I feel relief flood through my body at those words. She'll be fine, and she'll make it. My Jude will fight through it just like she always has.

''Thank you. You may leave if you're all done for now.''

''Your majesty.'' They bow to their waist and hurry out of the room.

I sit down again, a heavy weight lifting from my chest and I can finally breathe.

''Well, we shall leave too. There's some other things that needs to be taken care of.'' the Ghost says and with a quick goodbye they all leave.

I walk up to our bed and sit carefully next to her. Though they've washed her wounds, she still looks terrible. I carefully caress her face and wait, impatiently, for her to wake up because there's no chance I'll be able to sleep tonight.

I press a light kiss on her forehead and at last, let go of my tears.

To be continued........

A/N: my first language isn't english so i hope you will forgive any mistakes Imight've made. I really hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. I will be writing part II as soon as I can. lots of love <3

p.s : the second part has also been posted. Do check it out if you liked this

[shadowsobscurity]

The monarch's little honeymoon

Summary: The day of Jude and Cardan's wedding anniversary, The Bomb decides to prepare them a surprise

The Bomb was waiting for the king and queen to come outside, standing in the gardens. The sun shone as the couple exited the castle, walking hand in hand. She waved at them, smiling at the sweetness of their love.

She had known Cardan long before Jude did,and the change she saw in his behavior was astonishing. He had gone from being a lonely bastard to a sweet loving husband.

Jude was the first to talk, she didn't know why they were here, so she asked.

-Please Jude, be patient. I have a lot of surprises for today-

She might not care, but today was the day Jude and Cardan got married, and it was a waste of the opportunity not doing something special. She had prepared an excursion to the lake, but first they would stop to have a picnic in the forest.

The Bomb guided them through the gardens, until they arrived at the stables. Before they got on the horses, Cardan asked:

-Where are we going? There is a lot of business I need to take care of and if it isn't important I am leaving-

-Don't worry about your obligations today, if gotten people to take care of them-

He rolled his eyes, but seemed to accept. He got on a horse, and Jude, instead of taking another one, she sat behind him.

The bomb led the path, while the couple was following her.

-As you might remember, today is your wedding anniversary- she started- and as I know you don't want to make it public, I've prepared a leisure day with the court of Shadows-

While she said this, two more horses appeared on the path, The Roach and The Ghost were riding next to The Bomb.

After a short ride a beautiful meadow appeared in front of them. Everyone got down from the horses and tied them to a tree. The Bomb took a little basket and opened it, revealing a small meal and a blanket.

They laid the blanket on the floor and prepared the picnic. Everyone sat down and they shared some time together. Jude and Cardan were sitting together, talking lower between themselves and laughing at their inside jokes.

Little time had passed when Cardan got up saying:

-I wish it doesn't bother you to wait for us, we are going somewhere -

No one seemed to oppose it, so they left the group. The Bomb was extremely curious to know what they were going to do, so she waited a prudent time and followed them.

It wasn't difficult, their laughter could be heard from a mile away. She arrived at a big tree, knowing that she couldn't get nearer because they were behind. She stood on her side of the tree, observing the couple as they chased each other. Jude was running while Cardan ran away from her. She held a bottle full of water, and both were laughing. A sound full of joy, different from the contained laughter they made in the court. Today they weren't king and queen, they were just two teenagers in love, without responsibilities that weren't according to their age. After some time, she decided it was enough of spying on them, so she went back to the meadow and spent the time with the Roach and the Ghost.

When Cardan and Jude came back, they were soaked. No one said anything, they just stared with a smile.

The Bomb was excited to get to the lake

-Untie the horses, there is still another surprise left-

They followed her, arriving at a small and private lake.

Jude and Cardan didn't say anything, they just jumped off the horse and started striping. The Ghost quickly got off as well and grabbed the spare horse, tying them again in a tree. He copied the couple and dived into the lake. The Roach and the Bomb didn't take much to follow them.

Jude was swimming distractedly and Cardan watched her with a grin, definitely planning something. He seemed to decide that the previous water fight wasn't enough, because he started chasing her, while splashing everyone around. As soon as Jude saw her, she started swimming away while laughing. When Cardan catched her, she started running after the Ghost, who had no other option than swim away.

They spent the afternoon on that lake,and when the sun started to go down, they laid on the grass

-Thanks Bomb, it definitely was worth it- Cardan said, while holding Jude on his arms.

[acourtcfmuses]

@cruelprincae asked: ❝ When I was with her, I kept thinking about you. Even after all this time. ❞

Brown eyes couldn't even raised to meet his, as both flattering and jealousy spiking as that statement felt, she didn't want to hear it. Asking him to seduce information form Nicasia was the right move politically, because if anyone were going to get information out the overgrown prawn, it was going to be him. NIcasia was in love with him despite everything, despite cheating on Cardan, Nicasia loved him - Jude could tell. She hadn't been prepared for that pit in her stomach hearing about it. That tightly knitted ball of pain that she hadn't expected to occur. "I... I just need to hear what she told you."

[hrhenryfox]

London; He is fairly certain he has heard of such ― country ? city ? ― before somewhere within the mortal books he would often trade for at the Mandrake market, yet he recalls having paid little attention to it, for aside from the arts and the literature ― and admittedly the specimens of food the mortals like to refer to as dumplings and bubbling tea ― he shares little to no interest. He did not think he would need that sort of information, for he never had an interest in being there in the first place ― alas, here he is, doing exactly that.

Judging by the architecture of the Palace, Cardan only now realises that his instructors from the School Palace certainly did not exaggerate when they mentioned that all mortal architecture is excessive and inflated. It is, as though, the bigger the structure, the more importance and power the mortal inhabiting it holds.

It makes him wonder just how important the boy before him is. He does not look much older than himself, but then again, looks can be deceiving.

❛ I did not expect an invitation. ❜ Answers Cardan with a polite curt of his head; he is, after all, a guest here and sly as Fae rules may be, they bind a guest to be as polite so long as the host is. ❛ May I be frank, I did not expect mortals to know of faerie existence, either. ❜ / @cruelprincae / continued from x.

Being related to Arthur Pendragon or him being his descendant, he was informed about the fae realm at a young age. Magic ran in his blood and he was trained to keep it under control. It didn't matter if he used it privately. Publicly he needed to appear human. Not immortal like the Once and Future King. The queen suspected him to be. Was prepared to move him to a more private palace away from friends and family. A life he didn't want to lead. He felt like a prisoner. Alone.

"My grandmother had offered. I am merely just a tool. I'm supposed to show you around London and hope a treaty comes from it." He told him bluntly. So Henry was in a bit of a mood. He could be doing other things. Things that interested him. "I am His Royal Highness Henry Windsor Fox. It's my job to know."

[nighttimewalking]

Headcanon that Jude took Cardan aside one day and was like “You need to spend some time with Oak to prepare him to be High King” so Cardan taught Oak how to flirt, get drunk and generally maintain a sense of superiority around others 

Oak was definitely raised by Cardan!

I’m in love with these Greenbriars they’re so FUNNY 😭

[cruelprincae]

' happy birthday. i didn't really know what you like, so.... ' her shrug betrays her slight self-consciousness as she holds out a poorly-wrapped gift, something she clearly prepared herself. inside the box is a swiss army knife, similar to the one she keeps in her own pocket at all times. <3

Cardan's birthday wishes !

Manicured digits take hold of the messily wrapped gift, the box intricating enough to have the Prince tilt his head to the side in evident curiosity to know what is inside. One pointed canine gently bites down upon the soft flesh of the inside of his cheek while his hands work to undo the wrapping in the best way they can ― that is, without tearing it so he can save it for he always keeps the gifts he is given ― and once it is removed to reveal the small cardboard box within, Cardan opens it eagerly to display the present lying within. Plumb lips part, ready to ask the redhead what was the use of the long-sized hardware, consisting of enough metal to prickle the inside of his palm where it lays like the graze of small pins, but then he remembers having seen Max operate on a similar one on the daily. It is like a sword, but smaller and with more uses, Cardan recalls thinking after she spent thirty minutes too long explaining what the small sword was and if carrying it around on mortal grounds was approved. It is not, but no one has to know, was the answer to the latter.

❛ That is cool, ❜ Cardan admits, the mortal slang foreign still upon his tongue. His grin widens upon his sharp features as he places the box aside and picks up the swiss knife, rotating the long blade out of hiding and attempting to give it a roll, just like he has seen his friend do time after time ― and yet, his own only resulting in the sharp, metal end of the blade chiming forward and grazing against his chin which has the Fae hissing in evident pain. Perhaps he still needs practice on that. A droplet of reddish blood on the grassy ground only results in a golden bud slowly blooming away between his feet, but he does not notice for his attention rests undividedly upon the miniature swordship in awe. And yet, Cardan cannot help looking down at the redhead, with his brows drawn into a small frown. Surely, she must not want it back, must she ? ❛ Is it mine to keep ? ❜

[beloved-daydreams]

Folktober2023 Prompt: "My sister, the serial killer." 🔪🌼

An attempt by

Hosted by @jurdannetrevels and @jurdannet

📘 1 400+ words

😎 Characters: Taryn, Jude mention, Myriadh, Tatterfell, The Ghost/Larkin

✒️ Tags: self-reflection, sharing, sweet

📢 Summary: Taryn has made it to her sister’s place along with her attendant Myriadh. As she learns that Jude’s not home, Taryn decides to take a stroll in the palace's "garden", which is also the graveyard of Elfhame's enemies. More specifically, the ones who have fallen under Jude’s sword.

🧐 Author’s Note: Part 2 of the Taryn 3-parter I have prepared for Folktober! First part was for "Corn maze" and the third and final part will be out for "graveyard meet-cute"!

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As we arrive at the palace, I'm immediately recognized to be the High Queen's sister. Before, clothes and crown aside, it was still sometimes a bit harder to tell, but now with the size of my belly, we are unmistakable. Myriadh extends her hand to me as I'm about to jump out of the carriage, I politely hold it, not actually putting any of my weight into it.

We pass through the front garden that is used to make all visitors fear for their life. Each spot of the garden is covered in a different type of flower which gives it a strange charm, yet knowing the reason behind such an arrangement makes the fae sweat from anxiousness. It has only been 6 months since Jude and Cardan are both reigning over Elfhame, yet all those flowers show the amount of fae Jude has killed.

All traitors and enemies. Jude is now known as the mortal high queen who ends the fae's immortalities. She has already outlived all the fae in this beautiful graveyard by killing them. This graveyard that everyone has to pass through in order to enter the palace. She was now a Queen but still very much with the spirit of a killer. Though maybe it sounds too harsh, I should say assassin since her killings supposedly have meaning. "Don't fuck with me." That's the meaning. I breathe the scent in. I love it. Myriadh is trying to keep a straight face but I can tell she feels a bit uneasy by the sight.

Well, to be fair, I also feel a bit uneasy at the sight but for a different reason. Witnessing how beautiful the fae are even after their death. Not like us, rotting corpses with no pretty flowers to grow from our bodies. The only flowers on top of our graves come from those who miss us. And by how inconsequential I am, I'm not sure if anyone other than my siblings and child will leave flowers on where I will rest. I sigh at the depressing thoughts. Pregnancy mood swings be damned. Pheromones be damned.

"Are you feeling okay, my liege? Shall we go back after all?"

"No need. It won't take long."

I make my way to some guards, they inform me that my timing is unfortunate, that my sister has left just a little while ago. Thus I ask for Tatterfell. When they invite me in, I turn them down. We make our way through the garden, I catch so many new flowers that weren't there 3 weeks ago, last time I visited. I like finding new flowers, wondering from what type of fae they're growing out of.

And before I can stop my big mouth from spilling the words, they're already out.

"I'm so envious, you know."

Myriadh blinks at me, not sure how to answer since my words are so half-assed and nonsensical. So I continue.

"Of you. The fae. You're all beautiful from the moment you're born, magnificent while you live, powerful when you die and still beautiful after death. I mean, you've been living with me for the past 4 months Myr, you've seen how bad I look in the mornings."

I think back to how Locke looked when I killed him. When yellow roses grew out of him as I tried to dispose of his body. I thought it was so unfair, he was still flaunting his superior beauty at me even from beyond the grave I wanted to put him in. I think of how I would eat those faerie fruits at his revels as if I'm a pet of a wife, a fun little human who will obey the whims of her caring husband. Oh so benevolent for marrying a human who's only redeeming quality is being agreeable. Pleasant to spend time with because she'll listen and laugh, and agree.

Myriadh gathers her thoughts, probably trying to find a proper way to answer me. I like that about her. How careful she is with words and etiquette, maybe just as much as Oriana was. I miss her.

"Although you are right, I believe humans have things that may stir up envy from the fae's side as well."

I fake a laugh like I always do. I hope it doesn't sound too bitter.

"Is that so? Tell me."

We're now standing in place, I realize this might take some time so I sit at a bench and gesture to her to do the same. She sits next to me, but not too close as a sign of respect for my personal space.

"Do you know how old I am, my liege?"

Of course I know, I remember everything I'm told.

"If I remember correctly, 120 years or so?"

Rhetorical question, I know I'm right.

"Yes. I've been trying to have a child my whole life." She pauses. Probably measuring her words again, trying to not make it sound like she's accusing me of being too ignorant, too unaware of what they might go through in their long lives. "It's something I've been yearning for, giving life. Twenty years ago I gave up and made my way to the human world where I worked at a daycare for a while, putting the little ones to sleep."

I turn my head towards Myriadh, my eyes that were focused on the garden are now observing the faerie woman who looks like she can't be older than 25. She spares me a glance, seeing that I don't look offended but rather shocked, she continues.

"Homesickness got the better of me in the end, I came back recently. And, well… my coworkers started to wonder why I didn't seem to age at all despite having worked there for 20 years."

I chuckle, this time a real laugh.

"I guess you didn't think that far ahead." I smile kindly.

"I guess not. I should've glamored myself to slowly look older and older through the years. If I had made myself suddenly look older after hearing them gossiping about it, it would've been strange." She agrees.

I see now. To her who tried to have a child for a century, I must sound quite small-minded with my beauty talk. It's not like my envy has dissipated but it's good to put things in perspective.

Far away, I see a familiar figure approaching us. Tatterfell.

I tell her about my request to have the maze around my house be eradicated. She doesn't ask me why but she notes how, although Jude isn't home at the moment, since the request is coming from me, it can be done easily. Before going back to work, she shares with me something unexpected.

"Consider visiting us more often. Although Ju- Her Highness is often busy, I suspect she misses you. I have no answer to give her every time I'm asked about your whereabouts and she has seriously considered sending some of her people to guard your household."

"... Are you sure you're allowed to tell me this?"

Tatterfell shrugs and smiles.

"So you're still more preoccupied about etiquette than your sister's care for you. That's good to see, Oriana would be proud of the consistency."

I blush. I know this is not a jab at me since Tatterfell isn't the type to do so and she must truly believe the words she's saying, coming from her mouth this is not sarcasm. Yet I feel embarrassed at the idea that I haven't changed all that much.

Tatterfell leaves us be. I suppose it might be good to go back now.

As we're walking back to the carriage with slow steps, Myriadh looks as if she wants to tell me something. I welcome her to do so.

"Well, about before-"

Her sentence is cut short as a figure is suddenly in front of us. As if it materialized out of thin air. Myriadh jumps in front of me in a protective manner, she's about to open her mouth, letting her voice put the creature to sleep. But having the time to process the sight, I quickly realize it's not a creature.

"Wait!" The indistinct voice begs. I hold Myriadh's arm, a sign for her to hold on.

Hood down, mask off, the individual suddenly becomes recognizable to us. Jude had gifted the court of shadows some masks that can blur their presence. I realize now this is what it was. The faerie, or rather, the half-faerie standing in front of us is actually Larkin. Better known as the Ghost amongst his "fellow colleagues" if we can even consider spying and killing as work.

He shoots a smile at me, a tense one. And suddenly, I’m not so sure on how to act anymore.

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I’m excited about the next and last part!!! (For obvious reasons at this point.) Let’s say that the "character interactions" I wrote for the next part were... interesting to figure out? 😂 I’m quite pleased with it although I know it won’t get much traction since the central character in this is Taryn 🫠 It’s okay girlie, if no one’s here, I’m here!

Please leave comments/tags!!! 💖

[soulaires]

cardan greenbriar family headcanons. your aaron warner was amazing btw.

The Greenbriars.

pairings: dad!cardan x mom!reader

summary: Introducing the Greenbriar Family.

warnings: domestic fluff, ooc!cardan, mention of alcohol, family shenanigans, dad cardan, not proofread ...

note: omg! Thank you so much! Hope you love this one 🤍

Cardan Greenbriar, the High King of Elfhame, sat upon his majestic throne and reclined in your shared space, the air hung with a quiet warmth as you, his beloved Queen of Elfhame, nervously fidgeted nearby.

"Cardan," you began, eyes meeting his with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. "I have something to tell you." His gaze, worries and panick visible to his eyes fixed on yours, waiting for the words that lingered on the tip of your tongue.

Cardan instinctively wrap his hands around you, trying to calm you down.

“what is it, My love?” he asked, but you only stares at him, anxiety building ip to the both of you.

The silence stretched, prompting you to take a steadying breath. As you pulled away from his embrace, which did not help your husband to calm at all, you let the secret out.

"I'm pregnant," you confessed, the weight of the words settling in the air between you. His eyes widened for a fleeting moment before a slow grin spread across his face.

you are pregnant. Gods, you are pregnant! He is going to be a father!

"Pregnant?" Cardan repeated, disbelief giving way to a genuine, unrestrained joy. He stood, closing the distance between you, and gently cupped your face. "You're going to be a mother," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of astonishment and delight.

“And I am going to be a father...” He whispered as he pick you up and hugged you around.

A cascade of emotions washed over you both—excitement, uncertainty, and the undeniable joy that comes with the promise of new life. Cardan's hands found yours, intertwining fingers in a gesture that spoke volumes. "We're going to have a family," he declared, his voice rich with emotion.

The reality of impending parenthood settled in as you exchanged glances, both grappling with the enormity of the news. Cardan's fingers traced circles on the back of your hand, a silent reassurance. "Are you happy?" you asked, the vulnerability in your voice bared for him to see.

His laughter, deep and genuine, filled the room. "Happy doesn't even begin to cover it," Cardan replied, pulling you into a tender embrace. “I love you so much, We can do this together, okay?” You nodded, as you two hugged once again, your husband face buried in your neck.

"We'll need to prepare," he mused, a glint of determination in his eyes. "A nursery, perhaps?"

As the news spread through the kingdom, joy radiated from the palace, touching every corner of Elfhame. The High King and his Queen, expecting an heir.

Elfhame celebrated with grand feasts and festivities, the air filled with laughter and music.

Days turned into weeks, and your pregnancy became the talk of the realm. The royal court buzzed with excitement, and Cardan, once the stoic ruler, found himself sharing his happiness openly. He attended to his kingly duties with renewed vigor, fueled by the anticipation of becoming a father.

As your pregnancy progressed, Cardan became increasingly involved, attending appointments with the court healer and participating in the preparations for the nursery. Soft kisses on your forehead, a gentle touch to your belly, and whispered promises of love to the baby.

dad!cardan who after the revelation he stops and restrain himself from drinking.

the baby was your 4th tear wedding anniversary baby

he LOOOOVES pressing his face to upur stomach, peppering kisses and talking to the baby even if the bump is not visible.

he had a habit wrapping his tail around you!

He gets very protective

he also does not care what time is it if you ever wake him up in the middle of the night because your cravings are acting out

he loves the way you are being clingy, even having mood swings being away from him

which also he had, hates it when he is away from you.

He do whatever you wish you want

Really can not say no to you

Only wants the best for you and the baby

Oh hes very paranoid

then when the time was near, he is always by your side and taking care of you.

When your water broke, cardan was not with you and you started to panick

You quickly rung the bell to call for servants to assist you

The pain was unbearable so you let out a cry

Your husband heard you and immediately darted out to reach you.

He quickly swept you to his arms and rushed you to the bed and the healers were already filing up in the room. Tears ran down to your cheeks as you pressed your face to your husbands chest.

Cardan attempted to stay strong for you despite his fears coming at him, he holds your hand and kissed your temples as he whisperers assurances and cheering you on.

“Oh, my love, I’m here now. It would be okay.”

“Shh, don’t worry. You can do this.”

“I love you. I love you. You and the baby would be fine just breathe for me, darling.”

As a mixture of nerves and anticipation settled over both of you. The night when contractions finally began, Cardan's calm demeanor cradled your anxiety. In the hushed hours of the birthing room, he held your hand, a steadfast presence amidst the whirlwind of emotions.

When the cries of a newborn filled the air, the reality of parenthood embraced you both. Cardan, his eyes shimmering with unspoken awe, cradled the tiny bundle in his arms. "We did it," he whispered, his gaze never leaving your exhausted yet elated face.

It was a boy! You named him archer. Archie as a nickname.

jude become his godmother!

he wrote letter to archie for him to read in the future

Cardan who is willing to be sleepless so tou can have your much needed rest and to ensure baby archies safety and comfort.

The type of dad to do silly things just to embarrass and make your kid laugh!

His prioritie is you and archies happiness

Oh archie is spoiled rotten as you and your husband falls victim to the puppy dog eyes easily

who cried when archie have his first word!!

Of course it was “dada”

you softly smiled and hug him as he hold your son

you guys cuddle at night as he whispers sweet nothings to your ears.

🪩 :: voicemail; hope you guys love this one as much with the aaron warner hcs do not worry this is not the last time you guys gonna see baby archie and dad!cardan 🤭 Also if you want to be in my Cardan Greenbriar taglist please let me know on my inbox or dm me! See you soonest <3

[ofmimicry]

Cardan is already preparing all of the rude things that he could say in response, mouth still turned down at the corners. "What plans are so important to make you so clumsy?" Maybe he was just too used to his smooth reflexes. He needed to remind himself that humans weren't born to be graceful. "It's fine. I'm not actually a huge fan of coffee."

"I mean I do usually make sure I'm aware of my surroundings. But I was too busy thinking about this coffee, and my plans for later on." He needs to make sure he doesn't do that again. He needs to make sure he's more aware of what's going on around him. "So sorry. I can buy you like another coffee or some pastry or whatever you want as an apology."

[tfotababe]

Sulking Cardan + Busy Jude = ???

POST TQN || Word count: 655

Last night the High King and Queen had a really cute moment.

They were having the conversations they needed.

Being all sweet and stuff.

So, Cardan, obviously, he expected to wake up with Jude giving him kisses or Jude smiling up at him while they cuddled.

You know? A fluffy morning for a fluffy night.

But when he woke up, his queen wasn't there anymore.

Sure, she was just at the table.

Sure, the table was just a few meters away.

Sure, he didn't even need to lift his head from their pillows to see her.

BUT WHY WAS SHE NOT BESIDE HIM???

Why was she doing those --- those political whatchamacallits, first thing in the morning instead of big spoonin-- SNUGGLING. Snuggling with him???

He was just thinking but he was still stuttering cuz it was just THAT absurd.

"Cardan, why do you look at me as though I'm committing treason?"

He scoffed at her.

SHE DIDN'T EVEN LOOK AT HIM! SHE WAS RIGHT! TREASON! IT WAS TREASON. (he won't be punishing her though)

He turned away from her.

"We have a revel to attend. It would do us good to start getting ready. Now."

He turned to face her again.

Still pouting and frowning at her though.

But then their eyes met.

She wore the same expression as she had last night.

The King thinks he fell in love again.

"Together?"

He wanted to say so many things but it was the only thought that verbalized itself.

He sat himself up, feet on the floor, hands on the bed beside his thighs.

"Bathing, getting clothed, face and hair. We could do it by ourselves, without Tatterfell, if you want. We could do all of it together." She smiled at him.

He didn't know when she got so close to him.

Next thing he knows he had his hands on her waist, while she cupped and planted kisses everywhere on his face.

Kissing him then pausing to look at him in the eyes then kissing him again.

Cardan wasn't used to this kind of Jude.

Still, he won't complain.

"Good morning, you boneheaded asshat." ah... The King's Jude is back.

Cardan smiled.

The High queen called for the bath to be prepared.

While waiting... Let's just say the High King and Queen's eyes landed on each other and they ended up in a position where the High Queen is propped up on the table, the High King's waist between her legs, hand on his shoulders and another around his neck. Both eating at each others lips.

The servant informs them that their bath is ready

and because the Queen can lie, she tells herself that it's fine.

The High King? Yeah, he's trying his best not to banish that servant.

As the High Queen washed her Kings hair, she couldn't help but look at his eyes. Eyes she'd never forget even after her mortal life ends.

As the High King helped his Queen into her dress, he couldn't help but smile at how lethal she looked. So lethal he could look at her a thousand times and he'd fall just as many times if not more.

As Jude applied gold powder on her husbands cheekbones and as Cardan fixed his wife's hair, they couldn't stop thinking about how much their relationship changed.

As the spy and the cruel prince put crowns on each others heads, they couldn't help but say words they never thought they'd direct at each other. I love you.

Now words they can't go a day without telling each other.

They headed to the revel with hands intertwined.

Their names were announced, the doors were opened, and their people showed respect.

As my Queen deserves. Cardan looks over to his wife.

The High Queen of Elfhame smiles

She felt respected. Appreciated. Loved.

His morning didn't turn out the way he had expected.

Still.

The High King of Elfhame couldn't be happier.

Or Maybe he could be...

Maybe if a mini them appears.

[shadowsobscurity]

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