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I See You | Jude x Cardan
Summary:
“Why do all those things, Cardan? Was it just to feel powerful for two seconds?”
He hesitates. Sneers, the way he always does whenever there is a lie coating his tongue and he realizes he cannot spit it out. And then, “I wanted them to see me. Because no one does.”
“I do. I see you.”
| post-The Cruel Prince |
Words: 7362
Rating: Mature themes
Genre: Angst/Fluff
A/N: This fanfic was wholly inspired by this amazing, completely mind-blowing fanart of Jude and Cardan by @morgana0anagrom. Her art, besides leaving me speechless, makes me want to write all the time. And so this little piece happened. Sorry for my lack of posting lately, but I hope you guys enjoy this nonetheless. Happy reading!
Tell Me What You’re Thinking ~Part 2~
Part 1 || Masterlist
A/N: You asked for part two, and you shall receive. If you haven’t read part one, it’s linked above! This may or may not be more than two thousand words, but I couldn’t help myself. I really wanted to explore Jude and Cardan’s struggles and insecurities in their relationship post QON. Hope you guys like it :)))
Trigger Warnings: Mild Cursing (Let me know if there is anything I missed)
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Jude wraps her hands around the warm tea Vivi made for her.
Vivi watches her expectantly. “So?”
Jude sighs. “Just… give me a second. I need to think.”
Vivi nods and moves to clear away the dishes drying next to the sink.
“Cardan and I got into a fight.”
Vivi snorts. “No shit.”
Jurdan, Angst, prompt number 3 please!!🥰
Angst Prompt #3: "No, don't cry, I hate it when you cry."
Fandom: TFOTA
Ship: Jurdan
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The High King of Elfhame feels a fissure start to build in his semblance of a heart as he gazes upon the downturned face of his wife standing before him. The picture that she paints is tragic and beautiful, her umber hair loosely trailing down her back over her ivory nightgown, her face turned down and away from the moonlight shining through the window, her usually fiery eyes hidden from view. Just seconds ago she had changed his life with her words and he’d been glowing and luminescent, the excitement mixed with trepidation racing through his body like the finest of wines but now the air around them is cold and damp, uncertainty and confusion taking over his euphoria.
There’s a silence that he doesn’t know how to break. Even the drapes on their shared four poster bed make no noise as the wind rips through them and the whole atmosphere is quiet and still, a stark contrast to the panic and turmoil rising within him with every passing second.
He can’t take much more of this, he doesn’t have the strength to and he needs to change this, to fix this, to bring back the laughter and the happiness. Before he can demand that she speak, tell him, help him, his pointy-tipped fae ears pick up on the low sounds of a sob. A hitched breath.
He steps forward right up in front of her, desperate. “Jude? Jude look at me.” He hears the anguish in his voice. “Please.”
Finally, she meets his stare, her eyes glistening as she blinks hard against the reluctant tears starting to trail down her cheeks. Gently, he reaches out to catch one of them, absorbing her sorrow with his fingertips.
“No, don’t cry, I hate it when you cry. I never know what to do.”
She lets out a shaky breath and attempts a small watery smile and the fissure in his heart starts to heal. He cradles her face and leans down to be closer, searching her closed expression. His wife so rarely broke down, always putting up a brave front, but in moments like this, despite his sadness on her behalf, he’s also grateful to be the only one that she would remover her armor for, the only one who would ever see the mortal High Queen of Elfhame so vulnerable.
“My Darling Villain, what is it? Are you unhappy about this?”
The question hurts, the idea that Jude doesn’t want this, but he hopes she can change her mind. He’d thought of their possible future children before of course, and it had always felt so far away, something exciting but not pressing. Now that the reality was in front of him it was frightening, alarming, maddening, delightful, wonderful; it was many many things.
“It’s not that I’m not happy. I am - I think.” Her expression is softer now, her tears slowing and her voice is strong, all good signs. “It’s only...Well, look at us Cardan! We were two broken halves that miraculously fit together, what do we know about good parenting? I was raised by a blood thirsty Redcap that I no longer speak to and you by an uncaring mother and absent father, how could we possibly raise children of our own without messing them up!”
She had a point. Neither one of them had had loving childhoods, their parents either dead or as good as. Still, if there was one thing he was determined to do now that he was High King with Jude as his queen, it was to write his own destiny. A prophecy had caused his pain but in the end Jude had helped make it his salvation. She herself was a mortal, a mortal who had gone on to become the Queen of the Fae, something that no one would ever have imagined before. Yes, their younger days had left them undeniably scarred and beaten down but not broken, never broken. There’s not much he need reassure her about, not much he needs to help her with but over this, he can.
“Jude, listen to me. You and I, yes, we have our scars. But we also have the power to be who we want to be. Look at where we are now and look at where we started. We have the power to create our own fates, which means that we have the ability to raise our children up together in the way that we want to, regardless of how our own guardians raised us. Will we have some navigation issues along the way? Probably. But will we always try to do our best by our kids and love them unconditionally? Absolutely. And that, My Queen, is how I know that we won’t mess them up. At least, not too badly.”
Her brown eyes are wide, the tear tracks beneath them already drying. A corner of her tantalising lips lifts up. “When did you get to be so wise?”
He smirks, grateful for the levity that was starting to come back, chasing away the tumult. “I’ve always been so, it’s not my fault you were determined not to admit it.”
She shakes her head and laughs and the sound unleashes a warmth inside of him. Smiling now, he wraps his arms around her small frame and pulls her close, breathing in the woodsy scent of her hair and dropping a kiss to the top of her head, love and contentment welling up inside of him like a waterfall.
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Omg @cupcakesandkittens, I'm so sorry for how long this took, I wasn't quite decided on what I would do for this prompt but I kinda like how it went and I hope you do too💕 Thank you for being such an awesome mutual🌻
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A Jurdan commission for @brambleberrycottage, which was ordered in following words: as magnificently, awesomely outfutted as you please, reprehensibly in love, dangerous as hell, and indisputably the rulers of Elfhame
You can now grab a print of it here~!
Show me you’re real | Jurdan NSFW
Read on AO3 here!
Warning: sexual content
Tags: @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 @nite0wl29 @tot-le-matin (if I forgot to tag someone I’m so sorry and please let me know!)
He was gone. Cardan. Her husband. Gone. It was her fault.
She’d cut the snake’s head off. Because she had to.
Because there was no way on earth she could’ve let Cardan live trapped like that forever, in snake form, with that bridle tied to her. Prisoner.
So she had decided to free him the only way she could. By killing him.
Jude knew that if Cardan could talk to her he’d tell her the same thing. To destroy him instead of letting him be a threat to Elfhame, to their people. He would have told her that it was the right thing to do. And that she shouldn’t feel guilty.
But as the snake’s head fell to the ground, so did she. She fell to her knees watching the body slowly turn smaller and smaller. Until it took the size and form of a man. A beheaded man.
White noise rang inside her head.
There would not be more clever riddles from him. No more mischievous winks across the table. No more soft hands tracing her skin while he whispered her name over and over to her ear.
She felt tears rolling down her face and let out a cry of pure rage and despair.
Cardan was gone. And it was her fault.
The Glint of Your Blade | Jurdan Fluff (Jude POV)
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Just some Jude/Cardan fluff inspired by the Folktober 2020 prompt (I am phenomenally late to the party). Set after QON. There’s some sparring, some magic, and some making out.
((One-shot. 3820 words. Just fluff. Heat level: somewhere between mild and medium))
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“I thought I might find you here,” Cardan’s familiar voice says from behind me, startling me and breaking my concentration. I lower Nightfell and turn to face him.
“You could have tried to make a little noise when you entered the room. It isn’t wise to startle someone with a sword in their hand,” I say, pushing my sweat-dampened hair out of my face.
“Perhaps. But you didn’t so much as point it at me, so perhaps I needn’t worry whether you’re armed or not,” he grins.
“Don’t think I wouldn’t stab you,” I retort. He merely hums in response, and I wonder what the truth is. Whether he believes I would or I wouldn’t, he’s unwilling to say.
a queen’s adoration | jude x cardan
summary: Cardan Greenbriar knows that to earn a Queen’s adoration, one must accomplish three things: first, one must bow; second, one must kneel; third, one must love her unconditionally. And he’s all too pleased to tick every box. | post-tqon
words: 4145 | Rating: explicit
Other Jurdan works by yours truly:
- Back to You : one | two*
- I See You
- We Will Still Have Each Other
- In the End
- A Restless Ocean
- Colours
- Like Love
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The autumn equinox painted the isles of Elfhame shades of orange, yellow and brown, the warmth apparent even during the darkest hours of night. Though the last forest-green leaves had already fallen from their branches, and were now crumbling between the steps of deer and squirrels, the remainders of summer could still be felt in the gentle, warm breezes and balmy nights.
From inside the massive mound where the Palace of Elfhame stood, came sounds of revelry. Fae and creatures alike joined hands in circle dances to bring forth both luck and happiness in the upcoming season. But any reason to throw a party would always suffice.
Through panes of smooth crystal came dawn’s light, mixing with the candles burning in every corner of the hall and giving the Palace a dim, almost eery atmosphere. Behind a glass of hazy smoke, the Queen of Faerie sat on her throne, her cheeks red from dancing and from the heat. And though her King was quite busy pulling strings with other courts, his eyes kept straying to her – much to her obliviousness.
His spine straightened when he saw that blush on her cheeks.
Cardan’s mouth parted at the sight of her.
hi!! would you write another jurdan nsfw? u could surprise us w the prompt :)
my friend what kind of prompt is just you coming up in here like MORGAN WRITE ANOTHER you know if you think you can just order me around like this I'm here to tell you you absolutely can.
I'm Not Sorry
Cardan hates to apologise.
This is one of the most irritating things about her husband, since he is an idiot and frequently the source of Jude's ire.
In the beginning, Jude would simply wrestle him to the ground and hold a knife under his chin.
"Apologise," she'd snarl, honey curls falling around his face and hot breath bathing his infernal cheekbones. Cardan would glare balefully up at her with his nails in her wrists.
"I'm sorry," he'd spit, and Jude would let the blade bite into his neck for just a second longer before releasing him.
But this time, she is tired. She is sick of chasing down her apology like a peasant hunting their dinner; after all she is a queen now and doesn't run unless someone is after her.
Not to say that Cardan will be allowed to get away with this. Clemency is not in Jude's nature.
Let Go: NSFW Jurdan “First Time”
word count: 6,818
Inspired by @lexieheron and @katexrenee and dedicated to @urbisie @sassyreads @dragonbound135 and anyone else who wants to join the Tail Team.
If you like this, check out my NSFW tailsin Jurdan fic here
Jude knew she shouldn’t be watching him this closely, and certainly not at a function this public. Still, she found she couldn’t help it. Cardan was always beautiful in her eyes, but tonight he looked especially so.
Can we have more Jurdan NSFW??????
Cardan’s POV of Chp 21 from QON
THIS IS LONG SO WHY WASTE ANY MORE TIME. Hopefully, this makes up for my absence throughout the semester.
Storm Bringer AU where everyone was too late and Chuuya didn't resist enough. (more details under the cut ↓)
Need more of this