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the-chick-of-the-air · 4 years

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Fool Me Once, I’ll Fool You Too

Summary: As a way to exact revenge in Locke after finding love letters addressed to Taryn, Jude goes to some interesting lengths to show she won’t be messed with. Set during Cruel Prince, when Locke throws his revel and invites Jude to stay. One-shot.

Jude was seething, however she plastered a gratuitously large grin on her face, clinging to Locke’s arm as one would if they were absolutely taken with their partner.

She was, decidedly, not.

After Locke had left her to change into his mother’s dress, Jude had wandered back into his room to wait for him. Upon doing so, she took note of something she hadn’t before when they were dallying in there last. Notes and parchment on his writing desk.

Of course, she knew she shouldn’t. His personal, private property was his. However, Jude was a naturally curious creature, and perhaps slightly mischievous. And Locke had shown her so much, what would he care if she read a boring letter to someone?

She picked up the first one with an impish grin on her face, always ready to collect more ammunition against even those closest to her.

The smile quickly faded from her face when she read the first words.

My dearest Taryn.

A love letter. Of course this had been too good to be true.

As she read further, contempt grew and a decision was made.

Jude would not play the fool in whatever story Locke was weaving. She would not be a pawn in yet another person’s game. She would rectify this little misshapen issue through some form of revenge. She just didn’t know what yet. However, Locke himself had stated how revels were the perfect breeding ground for chaos. Surely an opportunity would arise.

Now they had made it to the center of the garden maze and Jude was hanging off Locke’s arm like a love sick girl hoping to garner her partner’s full attention.

She had to hand it to him. He played the role of doting boyfriend deceptively well. He tugged her around, tucked her hair behind her ears, looked into her eyes and waxed poetic about how beautiful she was. And when they were in the center of it all, finally in the party, where the most people could see- how had she been so blind?- he pressed his lips to hers in a heart melting kiss.

Her resolve grew ice cold. She was going to ruin him in the most beautiful way, and possibly take her sister down with him.

Locke pulled away from her, grinning from ear to ear and earnestly gazing into her face with those fox eyes.

In an attempt to look shy and besotted in the face of such affections, Jude bit her lip and glanced away.

And locked eyes with a cruel prince.

Cardan was lounging on a blanket in the grass. A Pixie girl was leaning against him, running her hands along his exposed chest as she kissed the golden liquid from the corner of his mouth. Another girl placed her lips on his calf, just above his boot.

When he locked eyes with Jude, he held her gaze, even as the Pixie girl captured his lips with hers.

Had she not been so angry just then, Jude may have felt hot embarrassment at the intense look he was giving her. She may have misread the look as contempt or hate, or any of the other various negative descriptive words usually associated between them. However, having just spent the day with a seemingly smitten Locke, she knew the look Cardan was giving her all too well.

Lust.

Desire.

Longing, even.

And a wicked plan formed in Jude’s head.

This was perfect. Cardan, in one form or another, wanted her for some reason- she would have to dissect that later- and Locke was playing her for all she was worth. There was a way she could gain the upper hand over both of them.

Cardan wanted her. Locke was playing her. She was livid and ready to watch the world burn from atop a throne of cinders.

Absently, she wondered if this was how Locke constantly felt as he wove his frantic epics with threads of people’s lives. One way to find out.

When Locke grabbed her chin and turned her face towards him, Jude grinned and slipped her arms around his waist. Seemingly innocent as she slowly turned them so Locke’s back was to an eavesdropping Cardan, and she had a full view of the dark haired prince.

Two could play his little game as well. She smiled at Locke until he closed his eyes and leaned in. Over his shoulder, Jude cast a sinister, inviting smile at Cardan, holding his gaze as her lips met Locke’s.

Cardan’s cheeks pinked in a way she had never seen before, and he lazily looked away, now seemingly uncomfortable with the two girls clinging to him. Perfect.

Before it could go too far, Jude pulled away from Locke’s kiss and smiled sweetly up at him. Never had she been gladder for her ability to lie. Deception was in her nature. Betrayal in her blood.

She was about to request a drink in order to get him to leave, but Locke made her job easier saying, “I’m afraid I have to go greet some guests. I won’t be long.” He began to move away.

Jude painted on a pout and ran her hand down his chest, inwardly cackling as his gaze grew dark, “Just when I thought I could keep you to myself.”

Playing into her hand, Locke pressed in, kissing at her temple, at her hairline. Jude took this as an opportunity to catch Cardan’s gaze again. He was watching with a clenched jaw as the Pixie girl whispered something in his ear, pouting when she didn’t get a reaction.

Locke pulled away, saying, “Try to have fun, Duarte. I’ll find you later.”

Jude smiled softly as she watched him go, “Don’t be long.”

He smirked and took off.

Jude squared her shoulders and faced Cardan.

He was watching her with that dark gaze as the Pixie girl pressed sloppy kisses to his neck and shoulders. The other girl had disappeared.

Jude turned to a passing server, grabbed a goblet of that golden wine off the tray and made her way to the prince.

She stopped at the edge of his blanket, reveling in the way his eyes went wide. Surprise looked ridiculously attractive on him. Jude took a sip of the wine, nearly shivering at the strange feeling of fuzzy delight that entered her mind. However, it wasn’t nearly enough to shake her of her objective. Have fun, Locke had said. Oh, she intended too. She toed at the Pixie girl’s shoulder, sending her sprawling over Cardan’s lap.

Cardan glanced between the two, waiting to see what would happen. The Pixie girl whirled around and glared at Jude, who, in turn, simply rose an elegant brow.

“You,” Jude gestured at the girl with her goblet, “Scram.”

“Excuse me?” The girl asked in an annoyingly high voice. How Cardan had put up with her assumed prattling, Jude had no clue. “How dare you?!” She turned to the prince with a fake smile, “Cardan, can yo-”

“You should go.” He told the Pixie girl, eyes on Jude.

The girl spluttered for a moment before dejectedly getting up and leaving, shooting a scathing glare at Jude as she passed.

Jude took another sip of wine.

“You,” Cardan pointed at her, imitating the tone she had used, “Sit.”

Normally, she would fight back, tell him…well something that would probably alarm Taryn. Something that would heighten this war between them. But she was playing a game. Not unlike chess, and she had to make her next moves carefully.

Delicately, she lowered herself next to the prince, sitting just close enough that their shoulders brushed.

“You were watching me.” She stated, looking out over the crowd.

Cardan reached for the goblet and she gave it to him without a fight. It had been for him anyway, “You were watching me.” He took a long drink and settled his gaze on her.

Jude caught sight of Locke in the crowd, moving around as revel-goers danced and laughed and tumbled around one another. He would be making his way over soon. All the more reason to speed things along.

She turned to face Cardan, so close their noses were brushing. “Tell me,” she began, lifting her fingers to his jawline, “what do you think of me?”

“I hate you.” He answered without hesitation, lifting his own fingers to her ear. She did not shiver at the touch.

“Mhmm, and tell me,” she leaned in past his mouth, so her lips were against his ear. He defiantly did shiver, “when you hate someone,” she whispered, trailing fingers across his collarbone, “do you think of them often?”

Cardan froze, and Jude recalled a piece of paper, her name furiously scribbled across it again and again and again. The prince was being quiet. She knew he wasn’t ignoring her, he was taking deep breaths as though to steady himself. He was being quiet to avoid telling her something.

She would get it out of him. She nudged at his temple with her nose, making his head bob a little, “Tell me.” She wasn’t so foolish as to think she had any sort of control over him other than her own assumptions. If she was right…

Her hands danced across his chest and his fingers drifted to her hair. Locke would be coming back soon, she had to move things along.

“Hmm? How much time do you spend thinking of me? Of what you would do to me if I was in your control?” She asked in that same whisper, hands going to his hair. She placed a kiss to his jawline, which was tight with tension, she noted. “What goes on in that twisted mind of yours?”

Cardan inhaled sharply, pulling his head back to look her in the eye. Slowly, he leaned in, knowing what he was about to confess would change the course of their story. But he couldn’t lie and she wouldn’t quit. He brought his free hand to her elbow, gripping it tightly.

“Why do you hate me so?” Jude asked in a soft whisper, breath brushing over his mouth. If she didn’t know any better, she’d swear his gaze softened, just a little.

This. This was good, he could tell a partial truth. Throw her off kilter. Get her to either stop torturing him with that maddening touch of hers or get her to delve in deeper with him. He wasn’t sure which he wanted more.

“I hate you because your family loves you.”

Not what she was expecting, but they were getting somewhere. She pressed closer to him, sliding one arm over his shoulder. Slowly, she buried her face into the crook of his neck, pressing her lips to the smooth column of his throat, he groaned, “Why else?” She asked against his skin.

Cardan squeezed his eyes shut, far more sober then he needed to be for this, but he couldn’t drink the wine she gave him while she had him trapped, her lips making slow, agonizing work of his neck. He had to stay focused.

“I hate you because even though you’re not one of us, will never be one of us…you fit in here better than I do.”

Jude gripped his hair and forced his head back so she could look him in the eye. She was practically on top of him now, had moved to straddle his waist in a way that was driving him wild, she could see it. She brought her lips as close to his as she could without touching.

“That’s it? No better reason?”

The hand on her elbow shifted until it was pressing into her back, pressing her closer. He was quiet and avoiding her gaze, wanting to evade some truth. She wouldn’t let that happen. She tugged at his hair, garnering a sharp hiss from him, “Tell me.” She insisted.

Cardan closed his eyes and leaned forward, slightly disheartened when she moved with him, keeping their lips from touching.

“Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It’s disgusting and I can’t stop.”

And that had been the absolute last thing she had expected him to confess to. But as she gazed down into his face, his eyes now open, she realized he was telling the truth. Not like he could lie anyway.

He still wouldn’t meet her gaze, instead he was looking over her shoulder at the blanket they were resting on. Jude gripped his chin and forced him to look up. When he finally met her gaze, she could read the feelings there. Fear, desire.

“You really do want me… and you hate it.” She could feel the odd sensation of shame dripping down her spine, but it paled in comparison to the absolute glee she felt at having this sort of power of him. Over a prince of Elfhame. Playing this game would be easier than she thought.

Without checking to see if Locke was behind them like she hoped he was, she took the leap and pressed her mouth to Cardan’s.

It was wrong and right and horrible and beautiful. Like waltzing over a blade, the risk of falling and slicing yourself in half potent and tangible, but the adrenaline spike that followed was worth the danger. The high of doing something you shouldn’t and getting away with it coursing through the moment, squeezing them like a vice.

Cardan gripped her tighter and for a bizarre moment she thought he was being cautions, but then it hit her that he was holding himself back, not allowing himself to let go with her. He didn’t want this, but he did, and he hated the both of them for it.

How sweet it was that this was a public moment.

Unwilling to let him control his emotions, she bit at his bottom lip, and apparently that’s the last his resolve could take.

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her so tightly against him she could feel every part of them that pressed together, couldn’t find where she ended and he began. He started kissing her in earnest and she nearly had to stop just to marvel at how much pent up emotion was behind the action. His hands were on her shoulders, in her hair, forcing her mouth closer so he could gain better access. She granted it to him.

The sound of the goblet knocking over shocked him out of his haze and he pulled away from her as though she’d burned him. His breathing was labored and when he noticed the goblet was knocked over, golden liquid seeping into the blanket he let out a surprised laugh.

Jude ran her fingers through his hair somewhat gently. Not in a gesture of goodwill, but it was something. A promise that something had changed and charged between them.

Then someone cleared their throat behind them.

Both Cardan and Jude’s heads snapped in the direction of the sound to see Locke standing there, arms crossed, a carefully crafted scowl painted on his face.

Jude grabbed Cardan’s face and planted one last, lingering kiss to his lips. She ran her fingers softly down his cheek when she pulled away, then stood and began moving towards Locke.

Her eyes narrowed and a scowl of her own-genuine and heated- graced her features. Cardan was running his hands through his hair, trying to control his breathing.

“I have to go.” She snipped at Locke. And as she left, she let the other shoe drop, “You should go make sure my sister isn’t seeing anyone behind your back.”

With that growled sentence she stomped off, deliberately putting the thought of Cardan’s soft lips on her own out of her mind for now. She reminded herself of a line from Locke’s love letter to Taryn to fuel her rage.

And at the coronation, I do promise quite the plot twist will be revealed. Then and only then shall I have you. After you have proven that your love for me is strong enough to withhold this information from your dear twin.

Jude stomped back into Locke’s estate, ripped off his mother’s dress and left it on his floor, but took the acorn with her. As she dressed in her own clothing, she plotted out her revenge on her next target.

Taryn.

Unbeknownst to her she had activated a new player on this twisted game board. Cardan, the prince who had to fight to get his breathing back under control as Locke shouted at him about his “stupid crush ruining his plans.”

He couldn’t bring himself to care. Didn’t care that Jude had used him as a way to get back at Locke. All he knew was that after that night, he wanted to work towards something he had honestly wanted with her for a long time.

A truce.

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bijoulilou · 5 years

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After TWK part ii

Jude was looking at some sketches when Tom saw her. She was so beautiful, he had noticed her before when she picked up Oak but never did anything about it. His hands felt sweaty and he had to wipe his palms on his jeans as he walked towards her. Somebody bumped into him, knocking his glasses down. A short woman with umber skin and too young to have white hair excused herself as he tried to feel for them. The lack of light and moving feet made it difficult for him to make out their shape. A hand reaches out to help him and returns his glasses. A boy.

No a young man, not much older than Tom with a haughtiness that made it obvious he was not familiar with the word no. He wore such a long and dark shirt that he would have stood out during the day especially with the humidity. But under the guise of low light and darkness he blended quite well. His sharp cheekbones and burning amber eyes greeted Tom as he thanked him for returning his glasses.

Cardan smiled, " You shouldn't go around giving so much gratitude you might end up in someone's debt one day. Besides they were right in front of me, easy to find."

"Well, thank you. Last time I'll say it." Tom frowned at the small damage, "Oh no. There's a big scratch. I knew I should've worn contacts. Now how will I find her." He mutters the last bit of his gripe but of course the King of Elfhame hear's this.

"Yes. What a shame they didn't break. Are you looking for someone, a date perhaps?" Cardan didn't even try to hide his eagerness but Tom was too distracted to notice. Tom nods and tries clean his glasses to the best of his abilities.

"Well sort of, do you think you can help me out. She was just over by that wall over there, I didn't see her brother or her sister with her."

Cardan follows his gaze, "Well what does she look like? Fair skinned? Blonde? Oooo I think that's her over there!" He points in the opposite direction at a random mortal but Tom just shakes his head and starts to press on looking for her. Town square wasn't that big but there were plenty of people and conflicting rhythms to get lost in it all. A couple of teens with neon glow paint ran in between them laughing with glee. "I doubt we'll find her now."

Tom frowns," I wonder if I still have that call sheet from all the parents in homeroom. Pretty sure I uploaded it to my-"SMACK. Cardan slaps the phone out of Tom's hand and it falls facedown on the pavement. Tom looks down at it in horror. "Why did you do that?!"

"Do what? Stand here as your phone flew out of your hands? I just met you sir and I have trouble with where your tone is going." Cardan steers him out of the crowd and under a lamplight handing him a handkerchief with strange embellishments. Tom begins to profusely wipe away at the screen hoping it'll turn on. Cardan taps at the phone and seems to power off. "No good I see. Well you might as well get a drink to wash away this turnout. How about some wine. Oh look, wine!" He points at a sangria vendor. But Tom won't have any of it.

"Dude, what is your problem! I'm trying to find my date, whose not really my date, and you're bad juju is messing up my vibes!" Tom pushes his glasses up onto his forehead in frustration, cursing today's events.

Cardan glares at him with narrow eyes, noticing how much taller this human is. Not only that but stockier too. He reaches out to feel Tom's bicep and gasps at how impressive it is. This bumbily fool who seemed weak willed with muscles would be perfect for Jude.

" No thank you, I don't drink alcohol."

Cardan's jaw dropped at his enemy incarnate. This man was Jude's dream come true. Before he could utter a glamour to sabotage him further, The Bomb pushed him out of the way. Bringing Tom's face to her own. She whispered in a heavily enchanted voice that he would not speak nor remember his encounter with the King tonight nor would he tell anyone about it. She hesitated before she added that from now on he would not need glasses anymore and to keep a close watch on Jude and her siblings. Bringing her any news of changes or strange occurrences. Cardan opened his mouth to add something when he was rushed away.

They watched from afar as their beloved mortal found Oak's teacher and waited to see things unravel. When they returned to faerie, furniture was thrown and goblets of wine were filled. And the king refused any visitors as he retreated into his former seneschal's living quarters. The Bomb was allowed to bring refreshments of wine but the King did not want to see anybody else.

Cardan tossed and turned as he dreamt of that stupid mortal being lead away by Jude. The same Jude who wouldn't smile at Cardan's clever jokes or wear that pretty sunflower dress for him that he sent for her. The flowly fabrics with dips that accentuated curves he's felt before. He sighed into the duvet breathing in her perfume. He scoffed at how disgusting he had become, like some love scorned faun.

How had she not figured it out? The mortal ward of Madoc the Redcap, the famously clever twin who outsmarted and outstrategized as she lived and breathed. Why was she still on the other side?

He looked at the ceiling and faced answer he didn't want to admit.

Maybe she didn't figure it out because she didn't want to come back. What if she didn't want his forgiveness and wanted to stay exiled.

Or even more frightening, what if she had and decided that she didn't care anymore. That he wasn't worthy of revenge?

Cardan's chest hurt at the thought and he wondered if the pain was from anything else unrelated. He knew it was not.

The Bomb came to the door, no goblet in hand but raised eyebrows at her King's state. She turned around and gestured for Van, the Roach to go in instead. Van groaned but went in anyway. He went in to find the once proud prince now slumbering King wrapped around one of Jude's old doublets. He knocked on the door several times to wake Cardan, but nothing not even a stir. Instead he made some tea and set it aside for his majesty. When he right and ready he would call for them.

They made their way back to the court of shadows, ushering away their new recruits pouring themselves heavy liquor to salve this wound of a day. The Bomb drank from a heavy coffee mug that said 'Shut up' on its face and then 'proceed' at the bottom.

"Liliver," Van starts," do you miss the ol' days? You know when we used to be thieves and deviants for a living? You gotta admit that was fun." His turn to drink his cup clean of smokey sweet beverage. It burns his throat in a soothing way.

"Well, not really. This is much more fun isn't it? Plus we get paid." She pours herself another.

" I guess you're right. But this steady salary is making us soft I think. What we need is some good excitement around here. I miss Jude."

Liliver nods in agreement then tilts her lips devilishly."You know, Van, you should be careful what you wish for."

Before he can ask why, one if their messengers comes into the room. They're to be summoned to the palace. It is there when news comes of their updated itinerary.

Van scolds at the terrible mortal's neck, uttering curses under his breath as he watches the young man knock on the door. He mutters more when he sees his old friend in a pretty sundress greet said young man at the door.

"Babysitting." He groans.

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