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WHEN HE LIKES TO READ ESPECIALLY CLASSIC LITRATURE>>>
CARDAN AND AARON I'M LOOKING AT YOU
#OMGGG#why's it so godamn attractive!?😭#ffs#selwyn kane as well#:/#cardan greenbriar#tfota#the folk of the air#shatter me#shatter me series#aaron warner#jurdan#selwyn kane#legendborn#tcp#the cruel prince#aaron warner anderson#juliette ferrars#jude duarte#selbree#warnette#bookblr#booklr#bookish#bookish aesthetic#book boyfriends#book boyfriend#books and reading#book aesthetic
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Sorry, but you can't tell me that Cardan "I support women's rights and wrongs" Greenbriar wouldn't be friends with Nesta Archeron.
Cardan, who bullied and harassed his crush because he didn't know how to handle his feelings, who never received an ounce of genuine affection from his family and was severely neglected since he was a baby, going as far to endure brutal punishments from his brother for not "fulfilling the expectations". Cardan, who grew up to believe he was incapable and unworthy of love, drowning himself in alcohol and sex because it allowed to shut his mind off and forget himself.
The same Cardan who wields words like beautifully sharpened weapons, using sarcasm like it's a second skin, who fell in love with the girl who kidnapped, humiliated, manipulated, betrayed and used him for her best interests, only to admire her even more for it instead of feeling intimidated by her. The Cardan who, at first, could only express his love by being crude and mean because he was never taught any other way.
Cardan would take a look at Nesta and find his own twisted reflection on her. And he'll also enjoy her personality, joining her into throwing shade at the IC and supporting her.
Add Jude Duarte to the mix and trust me, they would've made an unstoppable and terrifying trio. Jude is all for power and ambition but she's also compassionate and selfless. You best believe she'll encourage Nesta to make use of her powers and not let anyone step on her.
Basically it would be like this:
Nesta: *explaining her life and what goes on with the Inner Circle*
Jude: Kill them all.
Nesta: No way, I can't do that.
Jude: Fine, I'll kill them.
And also:
Nesta: *glaring at/insulting someone*
Cardan: So, why do we hate this person? I just need the context to mock them properly.
#cardan: violence is not the answer for everything#nesta: you're right it's not#jude: violence is the question#nesta: and the answer is YES#cardan: ffs#he's jk he's already used to it#he just goes along and enjoys the show from afar#i really need these three to be friends now#specially cardan and nesta#pro nesta archeron#nesta archeron#inner circle critical#ic critical#cardan greenbriar#jude duarte#jurdan#the cruel prince#the folk of the air#tfota#acotar#acotar headcanons#tfota headcanons#acotar x tfota crossover#this should be a tag#acotar x tfota
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Ok more thoughts on The Wicked King.
Amazing book, so much intrigue, so much fucking panic as I was hit with plot twist after plot twist, 10/10 no notes there.
Now let me talk about Jurdan.
This is probably an unpopular opinion, and maybe it’s because I have super high romantic expectations or whatever, but let me talk:
I know romance isn’t the central plot, and I know that this is supposed to be enemies-to-lovers, but do you ever get to a point where it feels like there’s…too much push and pull? Like the enemies to lovers thing is too back and forth and it’s extended over such a long period and you can’t even get behind the romance anymore?
I don’t know, it felt rather sudden that Jude fucked Cardan and all of a sudden she doesn’t hate him but rather likes him more than most people (I mean come on, NO ONE’S dick is that good), and Cardan somehow trusts her more than anyone even though she can lie and tricked him into a bargain, but he also fucking hates her but also somehow loves her? And then that’s all torn apart by the end of the second book.
It’s like The Selection to me, I love the books although some of the premise is terrible (like the whole China-Russia thing but that’s a whole other post) because the romance is good, but also the romance got stretched out for far too loooooong. Too much push and pull, not enough loyalty. I don’t know; I don’t need the LI to be a nice dude, but I need them to be good to their girl. I mean, Jude and Cardan are married now ffs.
It feels like Jurdan’s conflict is being stretched out too long, mostly by Cardan being the asshole, and I’m having difficulty getting behind the romance. Now this might just be me not liking the true enemies-to-lovers trope, I don’t know. But at this point I don’t very much like Cardan.
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I’m finally posting my Jurdan FF! I have a little trove of them hidden away, because Holly Black’s writing style is so fantastic and I was sure I couldn’t do it justice. But then I reread HTKOELTHS and I just really wanted to get this piece out into the world for all the Cardan lovers out there.
Enjoy!
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“It’s absurd, sometimes, the thought that she loves him. He’s grateful, of course, but it feels as though it’s just another of the ridiculous, absurd, dangerous things she does. She wants to fight monsters, and she wants him for a lover, the same boy she fantasized about murdering. She likes nothing easy or safe or sure. Nothing good for her.” HTKOELTHS, pg. 4
“Jude.” Cardan called up to the tree in which I perched. He was not angry, exactly. But he was surely displeased.
“Shh,” I whispered sharply at him. Now was not the time for his disapproval. Not when any more sound from either of us was likely to scare off my target. Cardan just crossed his arms and glowered up at me. I tried not to think of how much I liked that look on his face.
Honestly, I was a little surprised he hadn’t discovered me sooner. I had been up here for an hour already, waiting for the harpy I was hunting to appear. The creature was a mischievous little thing that had been preying on the marketplace for over a fortnight. And, given that I was skilled enough with a bow to be able to handle the problem from a distance with very little risk to myself, I gladly robbed one of our knights of the glory of taking the little pest down.
Cardan, of course, was utterly exasperated at my conveying a plan to capture this newest inconvenience to the crown. ‘A task for which we have knights,’ he’d said. Indeed, it was. But I am no knight. Madoc made sure of that.
No, I am the Queen.
I had to remind myself of that, sometimes. That I had power here, and that I could choose to use it if I wished. And despite Cardan believing otherwise, I would never feel like I didn’t need to earn my place beside him.
Besides, every monster that I hunt down was one less threat that the crown faced. Threats that could hurt me, or hurt Cardan. I may be feared in this land—for my viciousness, my reputation. I may even be disliked for my mortality. But Cardan was positively adored by the Folk, and I would always protect him. Once as his seneschal, now as his wife. As his Queen.
He thinks me brash and unpredictable, that I am doing this because I seek the thrill of it. And, perhaps he is right. But he is also wrong.
I do it because I love Elfhame, and I love him, and they are one and the same now. I know he is clever enough to understand this, but I think sometimes that he chooses not to. I think, sometimes, that be believes he must earn me, too.
He doesn’t. He’s had me entwined around his heart of ice far longer than I’d ever care to admit.
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Read the rest on AO3!
#jurdan#tfota#holly black#jude duarte#jude x cardan#high queen jude#cardanandjude#cardan#cardan greenbriar#cardan my beloved#cardan duarte#i love cardan#prince cardan#elfhame#fanfiction#fanfic#fluff#htkoelths#the cruel prince#the wicked king#the queen of nothing#the folk of the air
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Jurdan — calling your name in the midnight hour 1/1
(gif not mine)
Summary: Jude learns something important.
jurdan + pregnancy headcanon
Words: 3.2k
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Major The Wicked King spoilers. Read at your own risk! Also mentions abortion.
AN: Title from the song Here With Me by Susie Suh even though it has nothing to do with Jurdan, just that it's an excellent song suggested to me by my equally excellent bestie!
@acourtoftruelove — this is all your fault. This is all yours.
Happy reading!
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Jude is late.
Late—though not in the sense that she's delayed for an appointment or a meeting. Nor has she tarried from a destination or celebration for too long. No, Jude is never late.
And by Jude she means her period.
(Funny, how even in an inhuman world, contraception is still—at most—97 percent effective)
And Jude hasn't thrown up since her early attempts at mithridatism, and two years it's been since she was taken to the Undersea as prisoner and forced to miss her daily dosage. While the withdrawal had been brutal on her body, her second endeavor at immunization had been met with much success. So she could not possibly be throwing up because of it, and that which ails the Folk rarely affect humans. And symptoms for the same… conditions that both Folk and humans are privy to may manifest differently within her kind. So really, this could only mean one thing.
She is pregnant.
she is pregnant she is pregnant she is pregnant she is about to have a meltdown and oh god she is pregnant
She does not tell Cardan because of course she does not tell Cardan.
There is no point, she tells herself. They are only reigning for five more years. It is Oak who needs successors, not them. And would she really subject another person to this world? Or the better question being could this world—or any world for that matter—be ready for a child made of her and Cardan, born of murder and manipulation and strife and hatred?
(Beyond it being her exclusive power as a human, Jude is simply a professional at telling lies—)
Which leads her to this conclusion: she is not keeping the baby.
There is no point, she repeats. Cardan will not want this baby.
(—especially when she tells lies to herself)
She informs no one and so she procures a poison all on her own. She knows she could have asked the Bomb to do it, but it wasn't exactly a difficult task for Jude.
But really, she just doesn't want anyone to know.
It isn't until a week after this revelation, as she’s staring down a cup filled a quarter of the way with the crushed petals of deathsweet, is she hit with waves of wrongness in the form of a seemingly unending bout of nausea, her heart screaming—no! No, I can't I can't I will not do this!
Because it is becoming all too real—there is a living thing growing inside her. A living thing that never did her any harm. A living thing created by her and Cardan with odds of (at minimum) fifty percent it could be made of the best parts of the both of them. Because Jude may be selfish and blinded by ambition and a murderer, but contrary to popular belief… she isn't heartless.
If anything, Jude is full of heart. You have to be, to be able to love the creature who murdered your parents in cold blood. You have to at least have the capacity for such a love, and Jude is brimming with it. She is an ocean of it, an immeasurable well that overflows despite itself. She cares too damn much, and it has always been her strength weakness.
And Cardan—she remembers the day she found Eldred's jewels, and how he chose to immortalize the memory of Cardan's mother turning him away only for her to pay that little bit of attention to his cruelty. Then Jude remembers the first time she kissed him, the first time she touched him, the way he looked when she uttered her vows.
How in those moments, this King of Darkness had been filled with unfettered radiance and pure light.
That same light that now grows inside her. A part of Cardan that now lives inside her.
So can she do this to him? Could she deny him the selfless and unadulterated love that which only a child untouched by the horrors of the world could provide? Can she refuse him this, like so many—herself she, shamefully, includes—have done before?
She drops the goblet, blood red whorls cascading the length of the ground like blood, deep and thick and red. But so, so alive, that beautiful color of life.
(No, no she cannot)
She storms out of her ensuite, intent on tracking her husband down, only to discover him on her bed. He is seated calmly, blithely, head bowed and eyes averted to the ground, his feet spread on the floor, fingers steepled before him and his elbows resting on his knees—as if the intensity of her thoughts and actions conjured him before her very eyes.
“Cardan,” she breathes, his name falling from her quivering lips like both an anathema and a benediction, and she wishes she could just find a modicum of calm so she can do this properly, so she can do this ri—
“I'm pregnant,” she blurts.
ungracefully, calamitously, deploringly
He peers up at her. His stare is barren and unflinching when he says, “I know.”
She bites her lip, struggling against the surprised gasp that yearns to escape her because of course. Of course he knew. He is the High King of Elfhame. If he can raise islands from the sea, then to sense life is, no doubt, child's play to him—perhaps borderline insulting in its simplicity. Which is what makes her subterfuge all the more repugnant.
“I was going to abort it,” she murmurs, barely above a whisper, as if it would soften the blow. As if it could cushion the rough edges that line her crime.
As if she could lay down a veneer over the ugly heinousness of her sin, absolution waiting to be found in his eyes.
“I know.”
But again, all she is met with is that blank stare and that equally blank tone and that equally blank reply.
“I changed my mind, though.”
A pause, before a quiet, “I know.”
She picks at his carefully crafted inflection and fancies that if she listens hard enough, she is able to discern an emotion behind his voice besides that of the auditory demonstration of the word ‘void’.
But she is no Fae, and even if she was, she probably would not hear anyway because Cardan is just that good. He is good.
So, though she knows the answer, she asks him. She asks him because she needs him to feel something say something else.
“Are you angry?” she mutters, all warbled syllables and watery articulations. And she hates that.
She hates the tremble in her limbs and the cowardly part of her that urges her to curl herself into a protective ball—a part she thought she had long ago killed. She hates how small her voice is when the words escape her traitorous mouth. She hates the way her eyes are resolute in defying her orders by refusing to meet his stare. She is not herself, or at least, it's been an age since she was last this way.
But she no longer entirely belongs to herself, does she? However temporary this may be. She lives and she lives for another. The knowledge that she is responsible for yet another life leaves her feeling utterly vulnerable and incapable, though she knows this is irrational. She is a warrior. She is a murderer who has killed in the name of the crown, her family and herself. She is a queen, and there is power in that. She need not be afraid. But as she faces the consequences of her omission in the form of Cardan's wrath, she is still crippled by the need to know. She needs to hear him say it.
(As if the confirmation would pardon her of her guilt when it would only anchor her to the pain of her actions further, as strained and suffocating as a noose around her neck)
Cardan rises, and shadows seem to gather around him as he prowls gracefully towards her. Her heated skin meets his cold fingers, firm and austere, because it is her and it is Cardan and they are never quite as soft as they should be when it comes to each other. There is a scarcity of kindness in their partnership.
They are not gentle. No, this is her High King, demanding her attention now.
So their eyes meet, a clash of mud and ink and there. There it is. There is that look in his eyes—that hungry rage, that depthless fury for which he had been branded a cruel prince… a wicked king.
Yet beneath it, that aching, turbulent despair too. Barely noticeable and easily overlooked, unless he permits you to see.
Oh, how he desires for her to see.How he thirsts for her suffering.
And she can't even rail against it, against him, because she deserves it.
By god, she deserves it.
And moreso, she hates how everything about being human betrays her—from her moiling, racing heart to the sweat now beading her back and her temples.
(Impetuously, she wonders if their baby will inherit the easy flush of her skin or will it be as pale and ethereal as its father? Will it accede her more human fallibilities or be unquestionably, indomitably Fae in supernatural abilities? Will it be as aloof and cunning as she or as charming and deceptive as he?
Or will their baby be a messy, disastrous, beautiful combination of them both?)
(Their baby, oh god)
Cardan's voice is as low and enticing as a prurient lover when he whispers, "Yes."
She nods. For once, she is resigned. Accepting. And because of it, she strives for some imitation of levity with an arch but ultimately paltry quip of, "Are you going to exile me again?"
But the High King does not laugh.
A stupid joke to begin with, for even if he does exile her, they both know she would find her way back.
(Only she could ever find a way back to him)
Instead, his grip on her chin tightens as his other hand finds her hip.
"Infuriating woman," he coos, even when his touch feels like a howling winter within his palms. "When are you going to realize that you are not alone? That you never have to do anything alone, ever again?"
And that winter penetrates her bones till she is frozen with shock and breathing out a harsh and frigid,"What?"
His hold is hard—bruising—even as his breath remains a cool mist against her ear that makes her shudder, despite herself.
"My personal Atlas," he sighs, "always the weight of the world on her shoulders."
When he pulls back, his eyes remain angry torches within the midnight darkness of the room. But a relieved breath escapes her anyway when he brings their bodies flush against each other and he is receptive to the way she locks her arms around his neck and shackles him to her.
"Make no mistake, Jude. I am angry. But not for the reasons you might think.”
He shakes his head and she is assaulted by the emotion conquering his beautiful visage, the barrage of his disappointment piercing her heart in twisting, deadly ways. Not even his anger has the ability to penetrate the protective barrier she has erected around her emotions the way his disappointment can.
(Because anger is easy. His anger is steam and easily dissipated. But his disappointment is a parasite—infecting first his mind, body and soul then hers, as it burgeons and festers)
“I’m not angry that you didn't want to keep the child. I'm angry that once again, you chose to keep me in the dark. You chose not to trust me enough to share in this with you, that we might decide on a course of action together.”
Another sigh. Another embittered shake of his head. “I thought we were past this.”
“We are—”
“It does not appear that way,” he growls, anger momentarily rousing and taking precedence, before altogether, deflating. “Not where I'm standing.”
(But most of all she hates that too, hates that she is the reason for the anguish that paints his eyebrows into a marred frown, his eyes into a lament and his mouth in defeated angles)
So though it pains her to say it, say it she does because she does trust him. It took forever and a day but yes yes yes she trusts him.
And he needs to know it.
"I was scared," she croaks, barely holding back a sob. "I'm still scared."
Because what the hell did she know about being a mother? About being a parent? She is Madoc’s daughter, and she is every bit the monster he made her and then some. Because if there is anything she's learned from living in Faerie, it's that Monsters maketh Monsters.
So yes, she is scared. She is terrified to bring this child into the world, to bear responsibility for raising this child to not only survive but to live, the best life that she can bestow.
But she is not Atlas. She doesn't have to do this alone, nor does she want to. And... she could know better, right? No, she does know better. She did it for Vivi, and she did it for Oak and for Taryn. She did it for Cardan, and Cardan has done it for her. They are what their Masters made them, true, but their child does not have to be the same. They could forge it anew. They could mold it into something else. Something better—born of Monsters but made of goodness and kindness and effulgence.
(Because yet another thing she's learned from Faerie—has discovered within herselfis even monsters learn to love their misdeeds)
She would give this babe what her mother was unable to give her and she would provide it tenfold. Because she knows better. They know better.
And she has to believe it.
She has to believe in him, too.
“And you think I'm not?” he starts haltingly, before resolution cements his glare.
“I made you a vow, wife. You are to be my queen and my bride, in every sense of the word. Even this,” he rasps, as he lets go of her chin and shifts his touch to her stomach.
“Especially this.”
She's crying in earnest now. Not the pretty and delicate way that most of the Folk do, but a deluge of salt and snot that drowns her face.
“Anything I've ever done right, all that is good in my life… it has been because of you. You are madness personified and Leannán Sídhe incarnate.” She sucks in a sharp breath at his acrid timbre. “But,” he hums after a leaden period of silence—a susurrous proclamation that is made all the more potent for its tenderness.
“You are the rhyme and the reason, the chaos and the utopia. A symptom of my most fevered dreams and a cure from my bedeviled reality. Were I a minstrel or a bard, my every beginning, middle and end would be composed of you. And were I a fool,” and here his breath hitches, “then may I only be a fool in love with you.”
She has forgotten how to speak, at this point. She has forgotten how to breathe.She has forgotten everything—everything except for the way Cardan looks and thinks and speaks and feels. For he may have once written her name repeatedly across a piece of paper, but she's got him written extensively across her heart.
“Whatever happens, whoever this becomes,” trepid fingers mark a shaky path beneath her chemise till he is cosseting the currently imperceptible bump of her stomach, “this is not a mistake. We are not a mistake.”
(She believes in him. She believes in them. She believes, she believes, she believes)
"I am still angry.”
It is her turn to say, ruefully, “I know.”
“But I made you a vow, Jude Duarte,” he recurs in deceptively smooth intonations. “And I intend to keep it.” His stare is intent with mockery and his voice pointed and goading as he issues his challenge.
“Do you?”
She's hurt him. She knows she has.
So she doesn't take his bait. No, she rather tempers his ire by joining his hand resting lightly over her stomach with her own, the one where the ruby ring he once stole now makes a home of her ring finger, digits entwining in a physical manifestation of their matrimonial pronouncements.
“I do,” she promises, so very soft and fragile and achingly, heart-wrenchingly human.But devout and sincere and wholly free of deceit all the same. “Till the crown has passed from our hands,” she avows.
(Again and again and again, she will swear by it)
For the first time in this entire conversation, he smiles. Brittle and vascillant and crooked, too—a fragment in the perfect symmetry of his face.
But it is a smile. And there is a certain serenity to the curl of his mouth, the curve of one upturned cheek... and so she takes it. She takes the small and broken smile because it is still his smile, and it is better than anger and disappointment. It is better than nothing.
He presses his forehead to hers, breathing her in—tears, sweat, desperation and all.
“And maybe even then.”
She traces his lips before cupping his cheek. He leans into her touch like someone starved of food and drink instead of the revered monarch that he truly is, one who has yet to be denied anything.
(Not this—not affection and not love. Never again, she affirms, if only to herself this time. Because Jude is an ocean of love, an immeasurable well that overflows despite itself. Because she cares too damn much, and it has always been her weakness strength)
“And maybe even then,” she echoes, quietly hoping for maybe to mean definitely.
And so it does. Slowly, gradually. Like the constantly shifting plates beneath her feet or the everlasting revolution of the earth. But earthquakes erupt and new years come and go as the planet completes its circuit around the sun and along with it—
They prevail.
Till even then becomes nine months later and the birth of a new line of Greenbriars in the form of their first son, who is strong and healthy and beautiful and every bit the refulgent soul his parents dare hoped he would be.
Till even then turns into thirteen prosperous years of rule in what many will call "The Amber Age of Elfhame", so named for its silver king and its golden queen, and the clever and competent way they maintained peace throughout the kingdom as if it were an insect trapped in amber.
Till even then morphs into the birth of five more children, Greenbriar in name only, for unlike their ancestors, they all loved each other with a fierce passion and an unyielding loyalty that to turn on each other felt to them, like a keen death in itself.
Till even then dissolves them of their previous vows so they form new ones, vows that go beyond their desire to wed, beyond the passing of the crown, beyond life and death and everything in between.
Till even then blossoms into forevermore.
AN: This is my first ever FOTA fic. It was originally in headcanon format so I'm sorry if the pacing is off but, I hope you enjoyed it anyway!
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The Cruel Prince? More like The Racist Prince lmao
#you want me to feel sorry for c*rdan?#bitch i don't#i love me some toxic relationships but ffs#falling in love with your school bully?#girl grow some standards#disgustang#the cruel prince#holly black#cardan greenbriar#jude x cardan#jurdan#racism tw#not really but i don't want anyone to be triggered by my stuff#tochka talks shit
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Cardan Greenbriar
“Having a heart is terrible, but you need one anyway. It doesn’t matter if the boy with the heart of stone was the villain. It doesn’t matter if he got what he deserved. No one’s heart has to remain stone.”
Cardan Greenbriar, proud and insouciant and handsome. The destruction of the crown, the ruination of the throne, the High King of Elfhame. A boy who learned love could be cruel before he knew what love meant, who was sidelined in his own home, who became the monster from the stories he hated so much.
Cardan taught himself he was the villain from a young age. He learned hatred at his mother’s knee, and he embodied it. He is a victim of abuse, neglected for years, given no love, abandoned and left and discarded. He never knew warmth or kindness.
How are we supposed to demand from him what he never learned?
He was furious and bitter because nobody taught him better. Cardan thought what he was doing was acceptable, because while we had our parents and siblings to council us, he had nobody. His parents didn’t give a fuck, his siblings turned their backs.
Cardan treated Jude harshly, but then again, he hated her. He was under no obligation to be kind and gentle and sweet. So many of you forget not everyone is good or bad depending on whether they like your favourite character.
But I digress.
Was Cardan awful to Jude? Yes.
That’s literally the entire plot of enemies to lovers. To detest one another, hate one another, try to kill one another. Otherwise, it would be a boring and useless read.
Jude and Cardan are enemies from the first page, shown with monologues and comments and distractingly hot moments. And then when they realize their attraction to one another, they realize they treated each other wrongly.
Cardan admits his mistakes, takes full responsibility for his actions, and promises to do better.
Do they lose the rich enemies to lovers vibe? Absolutely not.
Is their relationship healthier? Yes.
Cardan learned cruelty as a product of his abuse, the habits of years do not go so gently. But he’s trying to learn every single day, and he wants to be better. He is trying to find his own redemption.
He is allowed to forgive himself for the mistakes he made, and he is allowed to work towards being better.
Cardan isn’t perfect. But he knows this. He struggles with accepting himself for who he is, and who he wants to be. His alcoholism, cruelty, self-hatred, it’s all a product of his trauma.
We don’t have to make excuses for him, but we can understand.
I’ve been where he is, and believe me, you hate yourself. You know what you’re doing is bad. You just can’t find it in yourself to care.
Yet, Cardan learned from his previous errors. And he wants to learn more. That’s the kindest character arc I’ve had the pleasure of reading; he wants to make amends, to make piece, to make things better, to make history.
Nobody’s heart has to remain stone.
#cardan greenbriar#pro cardan#pro jurdan#jude duarte#the cruel prince#the wicked king#the queen of nothing#how the high king of elfhame learned to hate stories#hthkoelths#ffs#have some compassion#will you#jurdan
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jude to nicasia in twk:
#sorry had to#honestly i would be sad nicasia didn't get a better arc in qon#but she DID cheat on cardan#with LOCKE ffs#and she DID stand idly by/participate in the kidnap and torture of jude in the undersea#so really i don't feel THAT bad#1K#2K#3K#jude duarte#high queen jude#high king cardan#high queen of elfhame#queen jude#king cardan#jurdan#cardan greenbriar#jude greenbriar#the cruel prince#the folk of the air#tfota#holly black#tcp#the wicked king#the queen of nothing#queen of nothing#qon#tqon#twk#nicasia
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Would you do a prompt for jurdan where jude's tired and cranky and cardan chooses that moment to ask her something and she gets super annoyed? It would be cool if you could include her making some typical human saying that cardan wouldn't get, making her mood even worse 😂😂
Jude smiles tightly at the pixie in front of her – the third person within the last twenty to stop Jude and relay to her an informal list of complaints. They of course, expect her to tell his royal highness, not at all knowing that Cardan couldn’t give less of a shit if he tried.
She’s tired, she’s hungry and she just wants to walk in peace for at least ten minutes without being interrupted with a “Seneschal, oh seneschal!” None of them had the decency to even call her by her name. Jude can feel her cheeks flush with heat from an impending anger she’s trying to force down. Her chest is starting to heave in shallow breaths until finally, the headache that had been creeping since the day had started finally snaps. “You know what,why don’t you write a letter to him?” she doesn’t wait for an answer, dismissing herself from the gaping girl. She rushes past palace guards, avoiding familiar faces, scared that if she speaks to any of them, she might explode, or worse: cry out of sheer frustration.
The door to her room slams behind her and grabbing at her shirt, yanking it off, feeling so suffocated. The heels of her palms rub into her eyes and she lets out a frustrated scream. She jumps when the door to her room opens and she turns to see Cardan. She closes her eyes, in defeat, missing the way he gazes over state of disarray. “What,” She gets out through her teeth, stomach tightening with anger.
“I just wanted to ask if it was okay if Locke plans a -”
“Oh my god,” Jude moans out. “I’m your seneschal, Cardan, not your mother.” Jude’s fingers drag down her face to look at Cardan. She absolutely hates how blury her vision gets staring at him. “Locke can suck a fat -”
“Whoa,” Cardan walks in front of her, grabbing her wrists topull them away from her face, she restrains for a moment before letting him take them. She glances away, blinking. “What’s going on, Jude?”
Her voice is embarrassingly thick when she tries to say, “I’m just… absolutely spent.”
“I…don’t follow…you do know that you have all means to my riches, right?”
She shakes her head and he frowns, thumb catching a tear that falls down her cheek. “No, you idiot.” She sniffles and wipes her cheek against her shoulder, pulling away from his touch. “Go have your stupid party.” She wipes at her face again and to her horror, she starts to sob. Cardan is startled, backing away slightly, giving her space. She sniffles again, falling to her knees, hands on her face again. She muffles out a curse in embarrassment, forcing ahiccup down. “Go away.”
“Jude…” Cardan kneels beside her, pulling her to his chest, rubbing a hand down her spine, contorting with ragged sobs. He shuffles them back, leaning against her bed and stretching his legs out, and situating her more comfortable against him.
Her eyes sting when she’s all cried out, drooping with exhaustion. She says quietly, grasping on to his arms around her. “I’m just…so tired, Cardan.”
#asks#prompts#Jude duarte#cardan greenbriar#jude x cardan#jardan#jurdan#the wicked king#the cruel prince#the folk of the air#tcp#twk#tfota#i misread this ask for a moment#and thought u meant slang terms instead of just human terms lmao#had a whole section of jude saying hoe dont do it#and today was not one hundred imma be real#and ffs im tired of these fake woke folks#then i reread this ask lmao wow that would have been so embarrassing lmao#fic#one shot
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Jude 'ugly-crying-while-watching-yuri-on-ice-and-dipping-fish sticks-in-ketchup-while-laying-on-the-couch' Duarte Greenbriar... Probably...
#Jurdan#judecardan#jude duarte#king cardan#cardan x jude#jude x cardan#high queen jude#high king cardan#incorrect tfota quotes#tfotadaily#tfota#holly black#Jude my dear accept his love ffs#cardan greenbriar#the folk of the air#jurdan#love these mfs
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Just finished the wicked king.... wth was that endinggg
#i knew it was going toO WELL#ffs#the wicked king#the wicked king spoilers#how did he even?????#jurdan#the cruel prince
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And how Andrew hit Neil with his racket
I keep thinking about how Baz pushed Simon down the stairs and Cardan pushed Jude into the river and ofc. how Alex took Henry down with him into a massive eight tier wedding cake stand!
#aftg#the monsters aftg#andriel#andreil#which one#this always confuses me ffs#andrew minyard#neil josten#all for the game#all for the gay#carry on rainbow rowell#cowsawtwb#the simon snow trilogy#simon snow salisbury#simon snow#baz pitch#tyrannus basilton grimm pitch#jurdan#red white and royal blue#rwrb#henry of wales#alex claremont diaz#firstprince#im sorry Idk where jurdan are from#I’ll look it up
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For this Halloween all I want are some good dramione fic recommendations and “don’t look back” by Onyx_and_Elm update, like a sexy one where draco isn’t a shit and poor hermione gets some damn satisfaction. In a smut sense. And relationship sense. I’m ready to strangle draco.
Or a few draco povs from “The Auction “ by @lovesbitca8 . Like draco finally finally realizing that hermione actually loves him and him coming into cornerstone to get her at the end. That would be…amazing. Or a sex scene from his POV, because when he finally does get a peaceful morning with her, he is literally in awe of her wanting him because he just can’t believe it. Because thank you @lovesbitca8 for writing “All the Wring Things” because without that we would not know how this Draco thinks. So knowing that helps out a bit. Because from Hermione‘s point of view ,he seems kind of apathetic or not really into her (poor hermione not truly knowing her beauty or self worth) while we know from the other fic from dracos pov that he’s actually freaking out and would literally burn everything for her. Like every thingggggg. So thank every god, deity, what the hell ever you believe in for that fic. I just need some more of that Draco.
And update on “Fine line” by @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 because this fic is still one of my favorites.
In fact just more jurdan and dramione fics. Give me some angst but with HEA’s and smut. I can’t do no more sad endings. Rowling did us dirty years ago with that shit ass epilogue by sticking her with Ron. When we all know that just no. Like ffs, The books are done from Harry’s point of view and you can tell that Draco has a sort of fascination with her. What a wasted opportunity. they would have been amazing. Thank god for the fandom once again for coming in and making it right.
#tfota#cardan greenbriar#jurdan#jude duarte#draco and hermione#dramione fanfiction#don’t look back#ao3 fanfic#the auction#all the wrong things
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I posted 229 times in 2021
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For every post I created, I reblogged 56.3 posts.
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i read this fic at ao3 and the writer mentioned how is it balekin whos informed madoc that eva still alive and the reason madoc killed both of jude’s parents. idk if more people remember and realise about it but yea another reason why balekin really deserves to be k!lled by jude.
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im lack of judecardan im so exhausted. i reread tfota so many times and i feel like i read all complete judecardan ffs 😣 i NEED MORE
14 notes • Posted 2021-12-11 09:56:16 GMT
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i just wanna say, jeon wonwoo here lowkey reminds me of prince cardan. currently obsessed with cruel prince series.
22 notes • Posted 2021-10-22 15:17:47 GMT
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i read these fic from ao3 it was so beautifully sad for last 2 chapters. i am crying in mess.
edt: i added the link below anyway bcs i didnt realise u can add the link 😭✋
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Absolute favorite ship, ship you hate most, your first ship, the ship you don’t ship anymore and WHY 👀, the ship you hate that most people like, I don’t know all your ships so list your top 10 ships then rank them from fave to least fave 👀
Absolute favorite ship- Dasey! Ship you hate most- atm.... Da*klina (Shadow and Bone) Your first ship- Dasey baby! First one I read ff for. First one I wrote for. Still my OTP of all OTP’s. the ship you don’t ship anymore and WHY - idt I’ve let any ships go. My taste is immaculate I guess??? the ship you hate that most people like- ugh. a few. R*ylo (StarWars). Jo*sa (Game Of Thrones) and a couple from A Court Of Thorns And Roses. Top 10 ships then rank them from fave to least fave -i My latest infatuations in semi order: 1.Dasey (Life With Derek) 2.Covinsky (To Al The Boys)) 3.Kanej (Six Of Crows/ Shadow And Bone) 4.Malina (Shadow and bone) 5.Jurdan (The Cruel Prince) 6.Nessian (A Court Of Thorns And Roses) 7.Elriel ((A Court Of Thorns And Roses) 8.Everlark (Hunger Games) 9.Sterek (Teen wolf) 10.Juke (Julie and The Phantoms)
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I love your blog it's the first thing I check out in the morning (because sadly thanks to timezones we're not online at the same time that often) and I get excited everytime you post something, especially original content (I haven't read your new Jurdan ff yet, but I will tomorrow!). I hope you'll feel better soon💕
i absolutely LOVE you and yes time zones are a fucking bitch and i hate them :(
thank you for being such a good friend my love 🥰💋
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