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Intro:

Cardan was mad at you. Actually, he was furious with everyone. In a way you could understand him, however, the distance between you increased every mortal day and well, you did what you could. Your name is (Y/n), you was the daughter of mortals who were owed a debt by a nobleman, and that sentenced you to spend your time here. For a certain time it was pleasant. Cardan was nice to you (yes, quite a surprise), because you and him had been friends since childhood. It was you who comforted him, you who healed his wounds, you who talked until the moon disappeared. You and him went out together, everything was normal until Locke and Nicassia happened. And you found yourself without a partner. The issue could have stayed there. But it didn't. "What do we have here?" You shot a murderous glance at him. "A traitor with her friends" he turned to see Taryn and Jude.

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Nerves and Heirs (Post QoN) Part One

I close the lid of the suitcase and call for Fand to strap it to the bag of the ragwort pony. I’m ready to go visit Vivi and Heather in the mortal world to celebrate Oak’s 10th birthday, but Cardan is a whole other story. I have no idea where he is, but if he doesn’t turn up soon, I’m leaving without him. As it is, I’m uncomfortable with leaving Faerie for a whole weekend without its rulers. I may just leave him behind.

Even as I fantasize about this, I hear footsteps from behind me and turn. Cardan appears, looking tired and cranky, dragging a haphazardly packed suitcase behind him. I’m surprised. Almost every time we head to the mortal world, it’s me who has to pack his clothes and make sure they actually will pass for mortal attire. 

Fand sidles alongside me and tugs the suitcase from Cardan’s hand, then moves to secure it along with mine. I roll my eyes at Cardan and hop onto my pony, as he gets onto his with a grumble, muttering under his breath about how getting up at 9 o’clock in the morning is soon going to be illegal.

I kick off and feel the familiar rush of exhilaration at being in the air. My loose sweater whips in the wind, hiding the fact that I have a knife strapped to my hip, and the slight bulge of my stomach. I’m hoping to tell Cardan soon, but I’m incredibly nervous. Perhaps even more so than when I cut off his head. Although sometimes I fantasize about doing it again. 

I found out  a month ago. The only one who knows is the Bomb, who has become one of my closest friends and confidantes. When I told her I thought I was pregnant, she immediately rushed to the mortal world and stole me a test. Most people would have bought one. After all, I couldn’t exactly go to the doctor with no medical records or anything. 

When I saw the two little lines, I thought I was going to faint. There was a whole jumble of emotions inside me, and sorting them out is something I’m not exactly good at. I was excited, nervous, afraid. I’m still worried that Cardan will be disappointed or angry, which is why I’ve been hesitating on telling him. I have to soon though. I’m about three months along and starting to show. Because I’ve been trying to hide it from him and the court, I’ve started to wear billowing dresses, and we haven’t slept together in over a month. My excuse is not feeling well, which is entirely true. I’m tired, cranky, hungry and nauseous all the time. 

But I have to tell him. I have no idea how he’s going to react, and I’m terrified, but he needs to know. This weekend. I’ll tell him this weekend.

[wylanvnneck]

Fate, Love, and Other Misfortunes | Jurdan AU

Rating: T

TW: No major archive warnings apply, although there is some swearing.

Summary: Ever since Jude received her soulmark she’s been waiting with bated breath to meet and consequently strangle her soulmate. When she finally does find him, however, there’s more than one surprise in store for her.

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Word Count: 2,478

Chapter 3: I Did Something Bad - Taylor Swift

Jude’s sense of triumph didn’t last long. Whatever had happened between her and Cardan on that pitch in the dark had triggered an unholy reaction in him and if she’d thought being the object of his bored torment earlier had been painful, things had now reached a whole new level.

What had started as petty insults and childish bullying now appeared to have escalated into a declaration of war.

Case in point: Today’s Potions class had been about the process of brewing a Cure for Boils. Jude had turned her back on her potion for one moment to check her textbook for the next step and then twisted around to find her previously yellow potion turning an angry fluorescent green, bubbling and frothing furiously before overflowing over the sides of her brass cauldron. Amidst the chaos, the only other thing she registers is the flash of vibrant cerulean hair out of the corner of her eye.

Nicasia. She had done this somehow and definitely at Cardan’s request.

Distracted by the realization, she doesn’t notice that her hands are instinctively reaching for the cauldron before it is too late. Searing, agonizing pain shoots up her right arm and she lets out a scream. Through blurred eyes she makes out a head of white hair rushing her and what looked like Taryn trying to push her way through the gathering crowd to get to her side.

“What is happening here?” Professor Snapdragon surveys the scene, brows raised as Jude clutches her burnt arm to her chest.

“Jude’s been burnt, sir,” Lil tells him rather unnecessarily as she makes her way to Jude’s side with Taryn right behind her.

“I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire,” the professor said tonelessly, sounding more exasperated than concerned.

Jude’s head snaps up at the accusation. She scans the faces of all her classmates standing around her and finds who she was looking for. Cardan’s face is expressionless but Jude would swear that there was amusement in that slight tilt of his lips. Nicasia stands next to him, bringing her delicate hand up to her face to cover her exaggerated yawn when she notices Jude glaring at her. The amusement on her face is obvious.

“You - You did this you son of a bitch,” Burnt arm forgotten for the moment Jude lunges forward in Cardan’s direction only to be pulled back by someone tugging on her robes. She whirls around to shoot daggers at whoever it was that was restraining her but Lil simply shook her head imperceptibly and refused to budge. For someone so petite she was possessed of a freakish amount of strength.

“Miss Duarte! Such language will not be tolerated in my class. 5 points from Slytherin.”

Jude is too angry and in too much pain to care about the injustice of her situation and the angry murmurs from the rest of the Slytherins.

“Now then, Miss Duarte - the younger one - take your sister to the infirmary please, and get Madam Grima to give her some Burn-Healing paste. The rest of you, back to your seats.” With an effortless flourish of his wand Professor Snapdragon clears away the mess around her cauldron before turning away with a swish of his robes and heading back to the front of the class.

The other students part like the red sea and Taryn steers Jude towards the doorway. Abruptly, she stops, twists her head back to look directly at Cardan, and between tightly clenched teeth hisses, “You’ll regret this, Greenbriar.”

The gauntlet had been thrown and the games had truly begun. The words on her chest seem to sting the way the palm of her left hand does when she makes a fist and sinks her fingernails into it, promising herself that she would teach Cardan Greenbriar a lesson if it was the last thing she ever did, soulmate or not.

~~~~~

“Jude! You ok, babes?” Lil disembarks from her broom at lightning speed, rushing up to Jude and gently taking her arm to inspect it.

“I’m fine,” Jude grimaces at the slight remnant of pain that flares when Lil brushes up against a particularly hurt spot but she really is feeling better for the most part. Madam Grima had said that the bright orange healing paste would take at least 12 hours to properly cure the burns and had insisted on keeping Jude behind in the infirmary for a majority of the day, hence why she had only shown up for the second half of quidditch practice.

She’d spent most of her time confined to the bed plotting ways to get back at Cardan.

Enough was enough.

There was only so much of Cardan’s bullshit that she was willing to tolerate, and Taryn or no, Jude was done with letting him walk all over her the way he did with everyone else. And maybe a small part of her anger was because of the whole soulmate situation. It killed her that he would get to go live his life with the woman carrying his words whilst she would forever remain an object of disgust in the eyes of the man who’d said hers.

“Duarte, heard you got sent to the infirmary today! You should feel free to skip today’s session,” Fand yells from her position at the quidditch loop.

“I’m alright, just a little sore!” Jude yells back.

Fand assesses her for a moment and shrugs in a fine-then-do-what-you-will sort of way before going back to showing Zoe Tatterfell precisely how to direct the quaffle through the loop.

The familiar feeling of being high up in the air again is so comforting that the slight throb of her wounds seems to go numb and she closes her eyes against the later afternoon sunlight falling on her face, a refreshing change from the sterile whiteness of the infirmary.

“Alright Jude, now that we’ve ascertained that you're ok, it’s time to plan our revenge.”

The words surprise her, not because of the resolution with which they were delivered but because they had come from Van’s mouth. He had always been the most reserved member of his friend group and even though Jude had spent a lot of time around him, Garrett and Lil, she hadn’t thought that Van would be this pissed off on her behalf.

An odd glow fills her chest and it only spreads further when Garrett pulls up to hover next to them on his broom and says “Personally, I’m thinking we should get rid of all of his beloved hair, make him walk across the castle to the Infirmary bald until a Hair-Gro potion fully restores it.”

“Actually,” she grins, “I think I’ve thought of something with a more special brand of humiliation.”

The Special Brand of Humiliation required quite a bit of planning ahead, as well as some rather advanced research. Thankfully the spellbook titled ‘Prankster Spells and Wishing Wells’ that Lil had (rather alarmingly) stashed away in her dorm room provided the information that their Sixth Grade Charms textbook did not and barely a week after the Potions incident, Jude’s plan was set in motion.

It began the way all good pranks did; with a diversion. With a subtle wave of her wand and a tiny whisper during Charms class, Lil sets fire to the little tuft of black hair that always fell over Van’s face.

Of course, it’s only an illusion spell, a pyromaniac’s party trick that Lil was scarily good at casting; harmless and more for show than anything else but it had the desired effect. Van’s exaggerated shriek is loud enough to draw not just Professor Randalin’s attention but also the startled stares of the rest of the class.

Acting quickly, Jude clutches her wand discreetly within the folds of her robe and casts the Nonverbal spell that she’d been practicing in the privacy of her dorm room for the past few days, gleefully savouring the sweet taste of revenge. Cauda, she thinks furiously, unsuccessfully trying to conceal the laser glare she is currently directing at Cardan, two desks away from her.

For one heart-stopping moment, it looks as if the spell isn’t going to take effect. Van’s hair has been rescued with one flick of Professor Randlain’s wrist, and people are turning back to face the owl feathers on their desks that they had been attempting to incinerate before the diversion.

Jude’s heart sinks.

And then, she spies it. A tuft of black hair peeking out from under Cardan’s robe, not unlike the hair falling over Van’s face that had so recently been in fake mortal peril. Wild laughter rises up in her chest fighting to break free, and her wide grin tells Garrett all that he needs to know when he silently turns to confirm her success with a raised eyebrow.

Cardan Greenbriar has a tail.

She has just given her soulmate slash nemesis a tail .

“Uhh, Cardan?” Pippa Bramble, a Ravenclaw with freckles and a generally cheerful disposition pipes up from her position at the desk behind Cardan’s.

“Yes?” It was amazing really, how much condescension he could fit into one syllable.

“You-You have something sticking out of your robes.”

Cardan appears unimpressed but a cursory downwards glance makes him stiffen imperceptibly. There it is, swaying back and forth like some sort of bizarre and hairy pendulum, getting faster when he starts to panic.

Jude watches the blood rush to his cheeks, his jaw clenching tightly enough to cut stone, and maybe she’s a slightly deranged masochist because all she can think of is the inevitable moment when he will look up at her, hurling invisible knives and promising revenge with invisible sparks flying angrily around him. The thought doesn’t incite fear within her as it should. Instead, she’s almost excited.

It takes a moment for things to register but within minutes the class erupts.

“Is that a tail ?”

“Omigosh, it’s swishing .”

“Ew, that’s disgusting. ”

Gleeful shouts and italics fly across the room and it is complete chaos, but even amidst the sea of yelling teenagers Jude’s attention is fixed on the boy in the middle of it all, the center of attention as he so usually is, except this time it wasn't intentional.

His focus is now trained on only one thing, one person, the cause of his fury and embarrassment; her . He’s finally singled her out from the rest of the crowd and it’s just what she anticipated, except, more. The invisible sparks coming off of him are so incendiary she almost feels burnt.

A shiver runs up her spine and she turns away, breaking the hold that those ebony eyes had her in.

“Looks like your crazy plan worked after all,” Lil appears at her side out of nowhere, a flash of little white teeth showing through her grin.

“Nice one, Jude,” Garrett appears on her other side to perform their special handshake plus fist bump combination under the desk whilst Van continues to pat at his hair like the secret drama king that he is.

Professor Randalin manages to calm the class down eventually, waving his wand around in an attempt to get them to part so he can get to Cardan. Cardan, who is standing stock still, an imperceptible rock hurling pure fire at anyone who dares to laugh at him.

Slowly, people seem to recall that he is the youngest son of one of the oldest, most powerful wizarding families, and bit by bit the amusement starts to fade, replaced by pure sympathy for whoever it was that pulled this genius but suicidal prank.

Jude’s suspicions that she is a masochist are confirmed when she senses her classmates’ trepidation and still feels no fear. This was war and she was determined to win.

~~~~~

Cardan’s tail continues to swish in the infirmary for the next 24 hours. One of the things that Jude had so appreciated about the spell she’d used was that it required at least a day to fade off and that there was no easy way to remove the tail otherwise. Those 24 hours were the best hours of her life and there was an extra spring in her step when she and her friends headed to the quidditch pitch for practice. The Ravenclaws had just completed their session and they were very noticeably missing a member.

News of the morning’s antics had spread across the school like wildfire, even faster than her Potions incident, although the story had somehow gotten so warped that the general consensus was that Cardan’s entire lower half had been transformed into that of a donkey instead of just a tail growing on him. It was a rumour that Jude joyously held hostage in her head, coming back to it whenever she wanted to relive the day’s events.

Later in the privacy of her empty dorm room, she brings it back to the forefront of her thoughts to gloat over like a beloved pet when Taryn quietly enters the room, alone for once, no Sophie or Surin attached to her side.

“Hey, sis,” she says, coming to sit next to Jude on her plus mattress, gracefully tucking her feet beneath her thighs on the forest green bed sheets.

“Hey. What’s up?” Taryn rarely ever sought Jude out and when she did it was usually for a reason.

“I heard you had a rather eventful Charms class today.”

Taryn had elected to drop Charms after her O.W.Ls, so whilst Jude was carrying out her revenge plan her twin had been at her Arithmancy lesson. It was another reason why Jude had chosen to cast the spell during Charms class where her twin wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on her. She’d known that if Taryn knew about her plan she would do her level best to persuade her that she should give it up and keep her head down, and the last thing Jude wanted was to have to deal with her younger sister’s criticism.

“Yeah, some genius gave Cardan Greenbriar a tail.” Play it cool, she tells herself.

“Right.” There’s something in Taryn’s tone that makes Jude want to hide her face behind a pillow before she gives everything away.

There’s a long pause in the room, a little more awkward than is normal.

Taryn plucks at a stray thread sticking out from the curtains hung around Jude’s bed. “Just a tail? I heard something about donkey hooves too.”

“Nah, just a tail. It did swish though.”

“Ah well, if it swished I suppose I can be satisfied, even if there were no hooves.” They share a grin, each of them facing a mirrored version of themselves. So completely alike and yet so different.

~~~~~

That night Jude dreams of a boy with ebony eyes and curls, a donkey tail waving behind him, occasionally brushing his hooved feet. She smiles in her sleep.

~~~~~

A/N - I’m back! Sorry about the wait, to anyone who’s actually keeping up with this fic. I got a bit busy with exams and quite a few recent debating tournaments.

Anyways, I am aware that this chapter was extremely dramatic but honestly I think it’s pretty in character for these two. Let me know what you think in a comment or ask and notes and reblogs are always appreciated.

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🧠can you do an angst Jurdan in Cardan’s pov where Cardan confronts A Jude that after her banishment 3-5 years later is married with a child?

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[kevin-day-is-bi]

I drew the unhappy endings of the Duarte sisters.

Here's Vivi, haunting the human world

Here's Taryn, having wed Locke and and not killing him (yes that's the Lake of Masks)

And here's Jude! If Madoc overtook the throne and Jude became his knight.

[laequiem]

Jurdan

Pocky, a Jurdan ficlet

People cheer as Cardan steps up to take the chocolate-covered stick Heather holds out for him, infuriatingly eager to be the heart of the party. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Nicasia tucking a strand of her ocean-blue hair behind an ear. I, on the other hand, try the same strategy you use when a teacher asks a question you don’t know the answer to: I look down. It works about as well as it does in a classroom, since a beringed hand grabs my chin mere seconds later and tips my head up.

“Hi,” Cardan says, his grin wide, “shall we?”

He pokes the chocolate end of the Pocky in my mouth and though I did not expect him as my partner when I agreed to play, I refuse to back out.

When I don’t pull away, Cardan kneels in front of me and bites the other end. He makes the first move, unsurprisingly, but I follow with a larger bite. I get to the middle part faster than he does and glare at him in challenge.

I barely have time to register his laugh before his lips touch mine.

I refuse to let him win, though. I swipe my tongue at the seam of his lips. He immediately parts them and I strike, slipping my tongue in and stealing the rest of the stick from him.

Cardan pulls back, his eyes wide with shock, as I drawl, “I win.”

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don't you know (part two) - read on ao3

writer: lizziebxnnet pairing: cardan greenbriar/jude duarte word count: 4.3k rating: explicit tw: humiliation, name calling, voyeurism/exhibitionism, orgasm control/denial, knife play

PART ONE -> PART THREE -> PART FOUR

Two people who both love to have control. One girl, one boy, and endless opportunities. How hot can they fan the flames?

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that one twitter au

Episode I | Episode II | Episode III | Episode IV | Episode V

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Hi! I saw this flower shop au on pinterest: Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says, "How do I say fuck you in flower?" THIS SCREAMS JURDAN PLEASE DO IT

lol this was such a fun au to write, thank you.

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the language of flowers

"Pleaseeeeee?" whines Rhyia, dragging the word out unnecessarily.

There goes my morning, Cardan thinks, grudgingly acquiesing to her request. With the full force of her doe-eyes turned on him, he knows he won't be able to refuse the little brat. A morning wasted taking care of her flower shop is preferable than a week wasted listening to her whine and he does love spending time in the shop.

He comes early the next morning, prepared for two hours of pure boredom when a customer enters—more like storms inside and turns her brown eyes on him, filled with rage and he mentally tries to recall if he didn't accidentally piss her off somehow. But no, he would have remembered that face. Her hair is bound in a high ponytail atop her head, auburn like the colour of a willow tree. Her heart shaped face is framed prettily by the stray strands escaping her updo, her skin colour pale and eyes reminding him of walnuts.

She is a lot shorter than him, but when she slams twenty bucks on the counter, Cardan shrinks back, somewhat terrified.

The slightest twitch of her lips tells him she noticed. "How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flowers?"

"I—I'm sorry, what?"

Her eyes narrow, and he can't quite tell if he's ever been more scared or turned on.

"I asked," she repeats slowly, as if explaining something to a child, "if you know how to say 'fuck you' in flowers?"

Cardan is so perplexed by the request, it takes time to settle in his head. "Right, yes," he says, uncertainly, to the raging brunette, "Uh—can I ask what you need it for?" He adds quickly, "It's only for the sake of the bouquet, you know?—like it'll help if I know what's the occassion."

She's silent long enough, he starts to think she's about to tell him to fuck off. "I found my boyfriend cheating on me with my twin."

Ouch. "Oh. Well," Cardan clears his throat, consulting with one of his sister's books, "There's geraniums for stupidity, foxglove for insincerity, meadowsweet for uselessness and orange lilies to convey hatred, oh and you can also use yellow carnations to express disappointment apparently."

"Excellent," she says, almost gleefully with the first hints of smile he has seen, "I'll need two bouquets with all those flowers by... tomorrow morning."

"I can do that," Cardan squeaks out in a voice too undignified for a twenty-four years old, passing her a slip of paper. "I'll need your name and phone number."

"Jude Duarte," she tells him, eyes flicking towards the pressing evidence of his horniness and colour floods his cheeks. Oh, God, she is about to run out of here now, he thinks, but she doesn't. Jude looks amused more than anything—though he can barely tell what she's feeling, considering her features are so carefully relaxed into a neutral expression. Jude scrawls out her number on the paper, and says without looking up, "I'm not free until Tuesday, so unless it's about the bouquet, don't call me before that, yeah?"

Cardan raises an eyebrow, attempting to cover up his mortification. "So you're saying it's okay if I call you after that?"

"Sure," she grins almost murderously, and it's terrifying and he knows fear is an aphrodisiac but really, his pants tighten and he squirms in discomfort. Jude turns towards the door with a wicked smile. "I would never turn down free food." And she's gone as fast as she came, quick as lightening.

It's a few minutes before Cardan Junior cools down enough that he can sit down.

Cardan studiously types and saves her number in his phone, carefully folding the slip of paper in his hand and smiles. He ignores Rhyia's questioning stares that evening when he insists she let him handle the counter the next morning too, and instead go shopping. It takes offering his own credit card—he already feels sorry for his bank account—before Rhyia agrees. He is terribly disappointed when Jude's elder sister comes to pick the flowers instead—and it doesn't lessen much even when she conversationally tells him the name of Jude's favourite restaurant. However, Jude's text message later that evening 'thanks for the bouquets, they were so ugly, it was perfect,' does. Cardan honestly can't remember the last time he has smiled so sincerely and half as frequently.

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[theoceanfaewriter]

Nerves and Heirs Part 2

Hi y’all, sorry it took me so long to post this. I hope you like it! I promise that part 3 will have some *very* fun surprises. 😏 Tysm for reading! If there’s anything that you guys want to see in the coming chapters, lemme know!

We touch down in the front garden of Heather and Vivi’s newest house. They got married last year and moved into here a couple months ago. Vivi’s quest to win back Heather. Turns out she was worthy of her heart after all. 

I stumble off the pony as it collapses back into limp ragwort stalks. Cardan rushes to catch me. “I’m okay,” I say, fending him off with one hand, meanwhile trying not to be crushed to death by Oak, who has suddenly appeared at my side with a hug rivaling a snake’s.

Vivi smiles and comes forward to embrace me as well. I feel Oak’s arms release me and see him hurtle towards Cardan and envelope him in a bone crushing hug. I smile at a surprised looking Cardan over Vivi’s shoulder. Perhaps I’m over thinking this. Cardan will make a great father. It’s me I’m worried about. What if I’m a horrible mother? For heaven’s sakes, I thought about killing Cardan before he made me love him. 

Oh god. I can’t do this.

The small breakfast of pears and toast I had this morning threatens to make a reappearance. I break free from Vivi’s arms and run into the house, as quickly as I can. Stumbling blindly into the bathroom and hanging my head over the toilet. I should never have eaten anything this morning. 

I throw up until I taste bile and sink weakly onto the bathroom floor. I hear Vivi calling my name from the front hallway and a soft knock on the door, then the click of the doorknob. It’s Cardan.

He kneels on the floor beside me. “Jude, are you alright?” he asks softly. “You haven’t seemed exactly well recently.”

I shake my head. And lie. The mortal power slips easily to my tongue. “I’m fine,” I say, pushing myself up off the floor, dusting off my pants and heading out the door. “Must have just been something I ate. I’m all good now.”

I brush Vivi off as I emerge into the living room. “I’m good. Just something I ate.”

She gives me a look but doesn’t press it. 

I settle down on the couch, hands locked over my belly, in what I hope is an inconspicuous way.

Cardan emerges from the bathroom, looking concerned, but heads outside to grab the suitcases from the grass.

Later that night... (heehee timeskip lmao)

I clamber out of the shower and feel a sudden overwhelming wave of dizziness sweep over me. 

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

i made a sideblog

her name is @thefolkofthefic and i made her for the sole purpose of reblogging TFOTA fics, arts, edits, and memes, all day every day. so if you like TFOTA and you want to support content creators, give her a follow.

unfortunately, as is standard with sideblogs on Tumblr, i will not be able to follow you back. but if you follow, i might be inclined to lurk a bit on your blog and support the content you create. happy creating!

-Em 🖤💫

[anonniemousefics]

hi!! i’ve read all al your “his monstrous bride” and cardan pov fics and i’m in love with them, could you do maybe one about the scene when you declares his love for jude just before they face madoc, i’d love it 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

You guyyyyys 😂 I feel like this is the laziest writing ever. 🙈 Like, the dialogue and the action are already there - I’m just hacking into Cardan’s brain and rehashing what we already know? I feel like it’s the writing equivalent of lying on the floor and dumping Doritos into my mouth. I mean, I’m still gonna do it. Just...don’t judge me. 😂

For reference: His Monstrous Bride Parts I, II, III, and some other Cardan POV stuff.

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The day after Jude took him on the floor, Cardan wakes before his wife and watches gentle waves of dust play in the golden sunlight streaming across her bare shoulders. Jude still sleeps, turned on her side, facing him. Her auburn hair spills over the silken pillowcase next to his. 

“I missed you,” she’d whispered in his arms the night before, bare and tangled in his limbs. “In the mortal world, when I thought you were my enemy, I still missed you.”

His heart soars at the memory. He brushes fingertips to her soft, kiss-swollen lips, and she sighs in her sleep and inches closer to him, never opening her eyes.

How glad he is she’s returned. He has never before woken to such peace.

He pulls her into his arms, fits her head beneath his chin.

For the next two days, this is how he wakes. In fact, his whole waking world is shifting now that his days are bookended with Jude in his arms. He spends his waking hours with Jude and their war council, hunched over maps and battle strategies – a thing he never imagined tolerating. Jude makes all things tolerable.

He tucks each day away in his memory, so that, regardless of how this ends, he will always have this to savor.

Because it does very much feel as if an end approaches.

Madoc’s forces have been spotted. A meeting has been arranged.

Evening falls when preparations for parlay have concluded, and Cardan waits in the royal chambers with Jude and her family, preparing to walk to the dais. Jude looks every inch a High Queen, wrapped in green and gold with a gilded crown at her brow. Her lips have been stained a formidable blood-red, and, as much as it makes Cardan want to kiss them, he wants the world to see her like this more. His queen. The fierce creature he’s always known her to be.

For a moment after her family leaves, it is just the two of them, and she looks…Jude looks like someone who could win a battle all on her own. She could go forth from these rooms and command the attention of every fae in these halls.

She looks like she doesn’t need him.

And that’s all right, he supposes. She wants him. She missed him. She may even like him. That’s enough.

Her brows are furrowed now as she looks up at him. She’s worried. She – along with everyone else, Cardan included – has feared Madoc’s manipulations and his desire to draw Cardan into combat.

“Madoc says you will duel for love,” she says, quietly.

“Whose?” Cardan asks, frowning, because Madoc must not know him at all if he’s kidnapped some fae maid Cardan flirted with once in an attempt to goad him.

The only person Madoc could use to goad Cardan stands before him now, shaking her head as if she is completely clueless. As if she hasn’t spent these last nights in his bed. As if she isn’t the girl he gazes at in golden sunlight.

Tell her.

What does she think of herself, really? It’s true, he does not have a history of chivalry, but he had thought he made himself clear on his feelings toward her. He did marry her, after all.

Tell her.

He curses this nosey busybody of a conscience he’s grown. Jude has only recently seemed to begin to care for him – this is all but certain to mortify her. But, he thinks, for the sake of their plotting and strategizing, she must know. If Madoc means to use her against him, she must be prepared to protect herself.

“It’s you I love.” He has to choke it out like he’s reading a report. He must not attach feelings to this – it is simply in her best interest. She has been clear that she could never reciprocate.

Jude looks so flabbergasted, so taken aback, he finds he must defend such a statement.

“I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn’t have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.”

Jude’s only growing more wide-eyed and uncomfortable, and the impending rejection looms like a tidal wave over him. He can’t bear it.

“You probably guessed as much,” he says, moving for the doors. He wants to get away from this as fast as he can. “But just in case you didn’t.”

And he throws open the doors, much preferring the company of the Living Council to whatever’s about to happen in the royal chambers. At least now she knows. At least now she can protect herself.

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[thefolkofthefic]

Here’s one idea Post TWK Jude died in the mortal world and Cardan learned of it and in grief he travels back to time where his family was killed but before he made the promise with Jude he twist the events so he becomes king anyway but isn’t under Jude’s power. With the knowledge of the future he does everything to keep her safe and win her heart

👀

write it, motherfolkers!

Fae Prompt Friday.

[laequiem]

Party for One

Party for One by Laequiem // @jurdannetrevels

Side B of Dedicated, a @jurdannet collab fic with @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 @lizziebxnnet @figonas @hazelsheartsworn

Dedicated Masterlist • My Masterlist

‡ SIDE A: track 1 - track 2 - track 3 - track 4 - track 5

‡ SIDE B: ao3

Fandom: The Folk of The Air

Pairing: Jude Duarte x Cardan Greenbriar

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 1,734

Nothing brings back the urge to taunt and tease quite like seeing Jude flustered. She is far from innocent, of course, but she loses her usual bravado whenever we enter a sex shop. A blush taints her cheeks for the entirety of our visit, perhaps as she remembers the things we have done in this very store. She nods curtly when the cashier welcomes us, then starts slowly walking between the aisles, inspecting every item as if they were weapons of war.

Nothing brings back the urge to taunt and tease quite like seeing Jude flustered. She is far from innocent, of course, but she loses her usual bravado whenever we enter a sex shop. A blush taints her cheeks for the entirety of our visit, perhaps as she remembers the things we have done in this very store. She nods curtly when the cashier welcomes us, then starts slowly walking between the aisles, inspecting every item as if they were weapons of war.

The temptation to tease her is so strong. When she stops in front of a glass case displaying monstrous phallic-shaped specimens, I lose my resolve.

I sneak up to her and put my hands on her waist, leaning in close.

“My wicked Queen, am I not enough for you?” I drawl in her ear.

Jude tenses, but I can almost hear the gears turning in her head. My cunning wife never lets me have the last word.

She goes back to an aisle she has visited already and hands me a cylindrical box.

“We could do this,” she says, fluttering her lashes at me, “then I won’t need you anymore.”

She hands me the box. It has a giant neon-green penis drawn on it, and the words ‘CLONE-A-WILLY’. From the drawing, I suppose willy means…

“I would think I bring more to this relationship than just my manhood,” I reply, my voice dripping with fake offense.

Jude winks at me then, then pulls me down for a quick kiss.

I wish it had lasted longer.

I follow her through the aisles, helping her carry boxes upon boxes of toys and wearables. When we pay, the cashier looks at us with open amusement, grinning as she drops our items in opaque, unlabeled bags.

With one last wiggle of her thinly plucked brows and an insinuating “Have fun, youngsters!”, we are out of the store and on our way back to Elfhame.

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I stand with my back to the wall, pinned there by a very eager Jude. I devour her throat, my hands sliding under the straps holding up her thigh-high stockings. Her hands roam my back under my shirt, until one of them reaches my tail. She closes her fist around it and I jerk, my head almost hitting the wall behind me. Her grip tightens, and she runs her fist up the length of it, all the way to the furred tip. Sparks travel back down it, straight to my throbbing cock. I look at her, wide-eyed and panting, and she claims my mouth in a quick, passionate kiss. She bites my bottom lip as she pulls away and I chase after her, but she keeps her distance. Her grin spells trouble.

Jude palms my cock through my pants and my eyes flutter. I reach around to grab her ass, but she dodges away smoothly. Her stare sends me back to a time when I was her pawn, a decorative king for her to rule through.

“Jude?” I ask, my voice small and unsure.

Her smile widens as she slowly undoes the laces of my breeches, and then… she turns her back to me. My apprehension of what is to come prevents me from appreciating the view.

I stand there, dumbfounded, as she walks to the desk and reaches inside a shopping bag—from Dedication, I realize with both arousal and dread. I know what she will pull out before I see it. She had planned this from the beginning. The scheming trickster has a steaming mug of water next to the bag, already heated up and ready for mixing. My Jude is as conniving as the fae, no wonder I could never convince myself to hate her.

“My cunning devil,” I sigh.

My wife’s smile turns innocent, perhaps one of her biggest lies.

“I will start mixing the powder, make sure you’re ready.”

I push my breeches down and step out of them. My hand goes to my cock, dragging over it idly as I watch her take out the baggy of powder. She tears open the bag, then turns to give me a once-over. One of her brows lifts as her eyes land on my dick. I feel the weight of her judgement and I tighten my grip.

“It’s harder than it seems,” I grumble, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Is it?” She bites her lips, trying to stop herself from laughing. “It does not look very hard to me.”

I have known for a while how depraved I am. For years, I have pleasured myself to wild fantasies of her. Initially, I had convinced myself I wanted her capitulation, her pleas and tears. After she crowned me, however, I would stroke myself to fantasies of my own submission. Still, getting harder from being laughed at is a new low.

Jude pours the powder in the steaming cup of water and I join her next to the desk.

“Ready?” she asks, grabbing the plastic tube.

“As much as I can be,” I reply.

She pours the mixture in the tube, and in I go. The mixture sets quicker than I expected, and I slide out before I even soften.

“Perfect!” Jude exclaims, her smile bright enough to rival the sun.

She mixes the silicone and pours it in the mold before placing everything on the desk.

“Now, it’s time for your reward,” she purrs.

My toes curl with anticipation, but I know better than to think she will let me defile her for teasing me so. No—when she has that glint in her eyes, she is in charge. If anybody gets pinned to the bed and fucked with reckless abandon, it’s me.

I come up behind her and set my hands on her hips. My cock rubs delightfully against the lace fabric covering her ass as I bend forward to run my nose against her neck. She turns back to me and, like one of my earlier fantasies come to life, drops to her knees.

“Hands behind your back, Your Highness,” Jude commands.

Of course, I obey.

I watch as she grabs the bag and puts it next to her on the floor. She reaches in and pulls out a toy, a sleek U-shaped thing. With one press of her thumb, it starts buzzing. The first touch of it to my glans has me throwing my head back. Jude holds it steady, while her other hand grips the base of my cock. She expertly strokes me, twisting her wrist as she moves up and down. The vibrations combined with her touch have my knees buckling. I grasp the desk behind me to stabilize myself.

I look at her again, kneeling in front of me, her eyes glimmering with amusement. Her hair is down, falling beautifully over her back, and I tighten my grasp on the desk. I want to touch her, pull her hair away from her face, maybe even pull it. Jude also tightens her grip on me, quickening her movements until—

“Jude, I’m—”

In one swift move, she removes both her hand and the toy from me. The sound I make can only be qualified as a whine. She looks up at me through thick lashes, mischief written across her face.

Not for the first time, nor the last, I wish I had stayed silent.

Jude reaches in the bag again. The first thing she pulls out is familiar to me, a large bottle of lube. The second thing, however, is not something that exists in Elfhame. The thing is cylindrical, the see-through jelly material showing a complex pattern of bumps and ridges inside. It is nowhere near enough to cover my whole cock, but it is open on both ends. My imagination immediately goes wild at the possibilities, this contraption around my cock while her plump lips suck off the tip—my cock throbs, once, and Jude chuckles.

“What has got you so excited?” she teases, her thumb wiping away the drop forming at my tip.

Of course, Jude does not take me in her mouth, the cruel thing. She squeezes the lube bottle, letting the drops fall obscenely in the toy. With a bite of her bottom lip, she slides the toy over me.

It feels nothing like a person, this thing. It is overwhelming, all the nooks and crannies a completely new experience to me. As if that wasn’t enough, Jude powers on the toy from earlier again and puts it to my tip as she glides the sleeve over me.

“Fuck, it’s too much,” I cry out. “Please, Jude—”

“Do you want me to stop?” Jude asks smugly.

She knows me more than anyone else. She knows I cannot lie. She knows, regardless of my complaints, I do not want her to stop.

Even without toys, Jude turns me into a moaning mess. With them, it’s impossible to keep in my groans. I cannot find it in myself to care. I swear and moan as she works me; if the whole palace hears me, so be it.

She alternates her grip on the sleeve every few passes. Sometimes she lets it glide over me with barely any pressure, other times gripping it hard enough for me to feel her hand through it. The vibrator has made my tip so sensitive that tears prick at my eyes.

How I wish I could touch her. My nails dig in the desk as I restrain myself—surely, one of them must be broken by now.

Jude leans forward and plants a kiss to my hip bone, sucking on the skin sharply afterwards, and the dam breaks. I come with her name on my lips and my cock overstimulated by her skilled touch. Ever the torturer, she keeps pumping me with the sleeve, squeezing whine after whine out of me.

“I can’t—Jude!” My legs shake and it’s an effort to keep standing.

Mercifully, she pulls the toy away and, finally, I fall on my knees.

I pull her to me in a breathless kiss, teeth clashing as I feel her smile against my mouth.

Nothing will ever be grand enough to demonstrate my love for her.

Not the night I plan to spend worshiping her until she begs me to stop.

Not the litany of I love yous I bombard her with when I pull away.

My headstrong, ambitious wife. My love. My queen. My Jude.

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[thewickedkings]

I have a request. Jurdan fluff please. Like maybe... Early morning with their child... Please? I love your writing

Did this take me ages to get to? Yes. Are we going to ignore that? Also yes.

I’m not sure how much I like this but I’m going to post anyways. Hope you like my attempt at writing fluff 🙈😬

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Jude wakes up to an incessant poking on her arm. “Mommy, mommy, wake up.”

A sideways image of her daughter’s chestnut curls and bright eyes peers back at her. “Stell? What’s wrong?”

“I’m cold,” she pouts, before climbing into their bed and nestling herself between her parents.

Jude and Cardan have trying to get their two-year old daughter to sleep on her own for weeks now, but almost every night, without fail, she ends up in their bed after making up some excuse or another.

Jude tries to be annoyed but fails when Stella buries her face against her. Sunlight creeps through the curtains as Jude absentmindedly curls her arm around her daughter. Cardan lays on his back across her, snoring softly, his face peaceful in his sleep.

Stella giggles against her. “Mommy, Daddy’s snoring.”

“When he wakes up, we’ll tell him all about it, all right?” she whispers back, the corners of her lips quirking. Cardan had been adamant that he absolutely did not snore in his sleep, and that, no, it was not adorable.

“Okay,” Stella replies and snuggles back against Jude. Jude smooths her hair back from her face, and not for the first time, she wishes she could keep Stella nestled here in her arms forever, away from the chaos and cruelty that lurked outside of their home.

She still remembers the day Stella was born, the way the world had shifted irrevocably once she’d held her daughter in her arms, Stella’s soft cries erasing the memories of the pain she’d been in moments before. Cardan’s eyes had been filled with tears when they met hers, and in that moment, she’d known that, unlike their own parents, Jude and Cardan would do everything to love and protect Stella.

Now, Cardan’s eyes blink open, hazy before they focus on her. “Hey,” he says, his voice rough from sleep.

“Hey,” Jude replies, hiding her grin in her arm at his innocent rumpledness.

He rubs his eyes and yawns, stretching his back. “When did Stell get here?”

“Not that long ago.”

Cardan turns on his side to smile sleepily at her, his face warm with affection, and little tingles erupt in her stomach. Despite how many years they’d been together, it never got old when he looked at her like that.

Cardan’s gaze softens impossibly more as it moves to Stella, whose eyes are scrunched shut, her thumb in her mouth. He lifts his arm to run a soothing hand gently up and down Jude’s side, before wrapping his arm around the two of them.

With his gaze still on Stella, Cardan murmurs, “Every pain, every hurt, it was worth it, if it meant I could have this.”

When his eyes meet hers, filled with a familiar contentment, Jude marvels at the miracle between them, and a whisper of a word nudges at her mind. Family.

And so they lie there, just the three of them, basking in the daylight as it fades into night.

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