#fic: glitterlight

[judeswife-panini]

fanfic friday: tfota edition

glitterlight by scarletaire

Summary: “Jude.” Cardan’s voice is so bewildered she stops to look at him. “Why do those children have knives strapped to their feet?” Or: A mission in the mortal world takes an unexpected turn. The High King of Elfhame discovers the holiday season, makes a new friend, and unveils a wonderful, shining secret.

Tags: Post-Canon, Fluff, Holiday Shenanigans, Basically A Hallmark Christmas Movie But Jurdan, Cardan Greenbriar in the Mortal World, Christmas Cookies, Ice Skating, Hot Chocolate, Gift Giving, Cardan is Excited, Jude is Exasperated, Idiots in Love, Pregnancy

Words: 8375 Chapters: 1/1

i loved this fic a lot and i highly recommend it -- especially to fellow lovers of domestic bliss and post-canon jurdan <3 lots of cardan being confused by the mortal world as always

[scarletaire]

i loved glitterlight!!! my headcanon is that jude and cardan have a babygirl and later when she's old enough they take her to the christmas village again and sammy is there and they meet and become buddies <3

This headcanon warmed my cold, dead heart, Anon. Please take this flufftastic ficlet as a thank you ❤️✨

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afterlight

700 words, short continuation of glitterlight

There is no putting it off any longer.

It’s been five years since they started coming to the Christmas Village after Jude gave birth, and every year has been inching closer and closer to this inevitable outcome.

In Cardan’s arms, their daughter perks up. It’s the exact same thing she’d done last year, and they’d had to spend the whole day distracting her with toys and sweets because she was still too young. The upturned little nose is all Jude, but the way she wrinkles it and looks down at her father is imperiously Greenbriar. “I want to go there.”

Cardan casts a wary glance at the ice skating rink that has just come into view. “Surely you would rather visit with the large red man again, instead?”

She shakes her head, long black ringlets bouncing at her back with her fervor. Jude had thought to cut her hair soon, but right now it’s long enough to hide the delicate points of her ears without glamour, and so she had left it alone for now. “Go,” she orders, pointing. “There.”

Cardan frowns. Father and daughter engage in a silent battle of wills. Jude watches from the side, hiding her amusement behind a cup of steaming hot chocolate. It’s a satisfying kind of comeuppance: Cardan, so used to getting his way, facing off against his equally worthy opponent. One spoiled Fae royal to another.

But her daughter is a master of her weapons just as Jude is. She blinks those big, brown eyes at Cardan and gives one tactical tremble of her lower lip.

They’re standing at the barrier with fully laced skates. Cardan’s shoulders droop in defeat even as he holds tight to his daughter’s hand. Jude holds on to her other hand, and this time she can’t stifle her snickering.

“Woe, the great King of Elfhame. Felled by the mighty and fearsome puppy-dog pout.”

“Between the two of you, my flank is treacherously exposed.”

But he gently urges their daughter forward onto the ice, much more steady on his feet than the first time he’d done this. She goes, slowly and precariously on her tiny little skates, sliding one moment and stomping her feet the next. All the while, her parents hold her strong and secure at her sides.

A flash of red streaks past them, accompanied by a rather beaten up, but still noble-looking polar bear skating aid. Their daughter stares at it, mouth open in childlike awe. And, because she’s a princess of Faerie, there’s naturally a healthy amount of greed, as well.

The boy pushing the polar bear around notices them and stops. He’s got straight, sandy hair and a familiar red scarf.

Cardan raises an eyebrow at Jude.

The boy blinks at the two of them, a strange expression crossing his face. Then he leans down to address the little girl staring up at him with wide, wide eyes. “Hi, there,” he says warmly. “What’s your name?”

Sam’s gotten older, but he still hasn’t lost his little boy grin.

Their daughter tilts her head to the side, her round cheek meeting the curve of her shoulder. “Alice,” she says. Softly, so that you have to lean in closer and give her every last drop of attention. But not shyly; no, shy is the last thing she will ever be. And then, because she has him right where she wants him, she gives him an equally dazzling smile.

Alice, of course, is not her true name. That they well guard away from the scheming, calculating ears of Elfhame. But this name fits her perhaps a little too well, their storybook girl of two worlds.

One glance at Sam’s slightly dazed face and it’s immediately clear that Alice has done the one thing she has been wickedly good at all her short life: enchant him.

Jude knows the feeling. She’s been enchanted by her daughter ever since she first held her in her arms. If Cardan’s knowing expression is anything to go by, he feels exactly the same.

“Alice,” she hears Sam say. “Would you like to meet my friend, Sir Hugs-A-Lot?”

Jude meets Cardan’s eye.

They share a secret, shimmering smile.

[kdfrqqg]

What’s your elf name? -- Dec 15th

No Pairing: Sam, Dean, Cas, Reader

A/N: This was written for @webcricket advent challenge. Today’s prompt: Affectionate Nicknames. Total fluff.  I used this website (not secure): The Christmas Elf Name Generator with TFWs actual names.  

Word Count: 671

Warnings: Light cussing, poking fun at each other

Two cases of empty beers bottles sat on various surfaces throughout the motel room, and three hunters were clacking away on laptops working on various angles to solve the case while a fallen angel offered his own personal insight.  Your eyes were getting sore and you need a quick break from what you were doing.  At the perfect time, an email popped up from some random website you subscribed to, that piqued your interest. ‘What is your Christmas Elf Name?’ was in bright red and green letters and an adorable elf was waving at you.  Who cares if this is for kids? You were game, a distraction would be good right now and it would help you focus in the long run. You entered the information in that the generator requested, and it came back as ‘Brandybutter Mullinleaves.’  A hushed chuckle came from your lips causing the boys to look over at you.

“What is so funny?” Dean asked gruffly.  He definitely was not in the mood for you to be goofing off.

“Nothing really.” You replied unconvincing and the Winchesters left you alone about it. Moving on you typed in Dean’s information, oh God his was even better, ‘Figgy Jinglebaubles’. You held back a laugh by covering your mouth unfortunately for you, green, blue and hazel eyes were all on you.  

Sam peered over your computer, “Elf names?” he shook his head with a snicker.

“Elf names!?” Dean questioned back and both him and Cas squinted their eyes at you not understanding.

“It’s just one of those stupid Elf name generators.  Mine was Brandybutter Mullinleaves, which is cute, but Dean's is Figgy Jinglebaubles and that’s just hysterical.” You explained with a giggle.

“Figgy what?” Dean asked again.

“Figgy Jinglebaubles” You over enunciated making a funny face with your lips which caused the men in the room to get a good laugh at your silly self.

“Ok what’s mine?” Sam inquired trying not to crack up too much.

You clicked the keys redoing it for Sam’s information, “You sir would be Licorice Scarletsnaps.” You said in an awful British accent.

“No, no, no, that asshat doesn’t even like licorice.  He thinks it taste like dirt.” Dean brought up.

“It’s true, Brandybutter.” Sam sassed using your Elf name.

You quickly changed the settings, “What about Chestnut Glitterlights?” You were overdramatic with your delivery.

“Yeah I can see that Chestnut.” Dean chuckled, flicking at Sam’s hair before he took a swig of beer. “Ok now Cas.”

“Hummm, what last night should I use for Cas? Winchester or Novak?” You asked the room.

In unison the three men agreed, “Winchester!”

“Awww that’s adorable guys.” You snorted at just how truly cute that was.  Your fingers punched in the name Winchester one more time. “Cassie, sweetie, your Elf name is Garland Stripycrackers.” You changed his name from Castiel to Cas in the generator, “Or do you want to be Cedar Tinslepie?”

Cas thought about it, “I would prefer Cedar Tinslepie.” He said dryly which simply made you cackle and the Winchesters laughed their beautiful smiles taking a few precious minutes just to relax and do something that bonded you all as a team.

Dean yawned running on fumes, the laughter had woken him up a bit more but not enough to keep his eyes open any longer.  “Well Chestnut, Cedar and Brandybutter, this little Figgy is hitting the hay and will dream of sugar plum fairies,” he paused, “in bikinis.” You smiled at his totally Dean comment.

“Yeah, Figgy, I think that is the best idea of the night.” Sam said, “(Y/N/N), I mean Brandybutter, you ready too?” You nodded. “Would you like to sleep next to me or Figgy over there?” He frowned when he said Dean’s Elf name.

“Decisions, decisions.” You sing songed moving your lips from one side or your face to other, Sam gave you puppy dog eyes knowing how much he liked holding you.  “Ok Chestnut, you got me.” You told him as you got undressed for bed.

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[scarletaire]

I just read glitterlight!!! and i can’t stop imagining cardan reading alice in wonderland to his little alice 🤏🏻🥺

Cardan: "I see!" said the Queen, who had meanwhile been examining the roses. "Off with their heads!"—and here, Alice mine, is a model example of a queen from which your mother takes great inspiration—

Jude: Don't give me any ideas, dear.

[scarletaire]

glitterlight (moodboard)

glitterlight (T, 8375 words): Post-Canon holiday shenanigans, aka the Jurdan pregnancy reveal fluff fic turned Hallmark Christmas movie ❄️✨

“Jude.” Cardan’s voice is so bewildered she stops to look at him. “Why do those children have knives strapped to their feet?”

“What?” She realizes they’ve come up next to the outdoor ice rink on the other side of the square. “Oh. They’re ice skating.”

“Ice skating.”

Jude recognizes that tone. She immediately shakes her head. “Bad idea.”

“I should like to try it.”

She’d known this was coming. Had known that any chance of this mission proceeding without hindrance was lost the minute Cardan joined her. And yet, she still wants to groan. “We have a job to do. We’re not here to waste our time.”

“The night is young, Jude. There is time yet. Besides, you said it would be wise to blend in.”

“I’m telling you, Cardan. Not a good idea.”

“Why are you refusing? It looks to be the kind of thing you would like.”

Crossing her arms, she asks, “And what are the kinds of things I like?”

“Three things, usually.” He counts them off of his many-ringed fingers. “Things you shouldn’t. Things that aren’t good for you. And sharp objects.” A stately sweep of his arm encompasses the rink. “That is exactly those things combined.”

“You realize you’re basically two out of three on that list?”

He grins: the third thing on his list. “Is that why you like me so much?”

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