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nyx-is-missing · 1 year

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IN MY HC JUDE DUARTE, TARYN DUARTE AND VIVI DUARTE ARE HALF DESI.

(And jude and taryn are half latinas)

LET ME COOK, the oficial art we have of jude shows us that she is a dark skinned girl, and the most common fancast for her is a brazillian actress, the scenes are taken from a soup opera that made hude success here.

As a brazillian i am taking this as a opportunity.

It was hcs in general but it grew up to something more, no complains!!

I kinda wanna do a pt2 on the revel..

I imagine the girls childhood, living is a nice neighborhood on the suburbs but going out every weekend to smaller neighborhoods filled with people from their culture.

Eating white people food sometimes to blend out but loving indian and latin food, especially brazillian food: they ate Samosa, curry, the brazillian barbecue, naan, feijoada etc....

The books mentions them eating other asian foods as well, they do that to stay as close to culture as they can.

One of the memories from home they could never forget was when they went all out as a family to enjoy their culture, whether it was a huge birthday party, or a even bigger indian wedding where they would dress in tradicional clothing and wear minor jewelry, or even a simple brazillian barbecue with friends where they would feel the thing all br kids feel while they wait by the pool for their parents to stop dancing and tk put them food, a plate of Rice, and meat with farofa temperada and vinagrete, ofc with a cup of guaraná.

They loved the languages, mostly mixing them up while talking fast so their parents would not understand what they were trying to say to one another, they still do that in faeryland. They loved understanding the music as well.

Abou the music, i picture them having so much fun dancing to the music at parties, learning coreographies or just spinning around to the songs.

I can perfectly see taryn sleeping in a chair late at night at a party (they grew up with noise, developing the ability to sleep anywere was a must) while jude and vivi tired themselfs out with a group of kids or older people learning the dancings and the meaning Behind them.

Carimbó was very common, they loved spinning around with their huge skirts full of colours, moving their bodies with the rithim

The books show us jude snapping and trying to rebel to somethings, i can see her pulling the seamstress aside to request her a bunch of lehengas with the other dresses, a Red one with Gold details, a Black one with Silver details, a water green one, a orange one etc... not even taryn knew about it, it was her secret small rebellion, they didnt take her for one them? Well she didnt either, she was human, a hot blooded human, and she was going to show them that

And after thinking about it for a sec she even asked for some more jewelry to madoc, indian jewelry, he gave her Gold and she went with vivi to the mortal world to buy them, vivi loved it, every second of it.

They came back with tons of jewelry and jude even got her nose pierced, it had the tiniest little Stone that she used to keep the perfuration from closing up, it was easy to cover up until the day of the revel

And she was especially exited when the day finally came

She had the complete package, the red lehenga that complemented her skin, a maangtika she wore with her hair down, for the first time in years, a nath on her nose, jhumkas in her ears, a haath phool in her hands, she even went to the human world to do some henna, she had never been more human in years, and she wasnt hating it.

She went down the stairs of her house feeling great, and the feeling grew at the compliments her family gave her, taryn was a bit on the jealous side but madoc told her not to complain, jude had the idea and made it come true, even after giving up one of the fabrics to make her happy.

Even vivi decided to go this once, she loved little acts of rebellion

Oriana was satisfied to see jude being less... the usual, for once, and even made a small talk about the outfit, jewelry and the meaning.

But a question Vivi ansewered herself:

"Oh, about the nose ring? Some women wore them as a symbol of marital status, but it has various meanings, womanhood, elegance, a sense of rebellion..."

She smiled to jude, eyes glowing as she smiled back

It was going to be fun, and jude couldnt wait for her blood to heat up again.

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acourtofcouture · 3 years

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Folk of the Air Weddings- Jude Duarte + Cardan Greenbriar: Jude Duarte’s Wedding Dress, which was selected because the bride elected to follow the mortal tradition of a white dress, 2/?

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slightlyrebelliouswriter23 · 3 years

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Theories and Analysis Masterlist

A probably incomplete list of mostly TFOTA meta from my mind to your unfortunate dashboards. Buckle up, Folks. I’m monologuing.

THEORIES

Jude isn’t Balekin’s murderer; she’s the fulfilment of his curse

Why Cardan sleeps in the chambers of the lover of the High King in TWK

The Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland book

Did Balekin know about Cardan’s secret crush?

Did Madoc know about Cardan’s secret crush?

Cardan’s poisoning

What did Cardan think when he saw Jude helping Sophie?

Eldred is NOT Cardan’s father???

Is Ghost the sender of the letter?

Baphen’s prophecy doesn’t disagree

Why this explains Eldred’s hatred for Cardan

ANALYSIS

True Names in Faerie - Part I | Part II

Meaning of Cardan’s name

Cardan’s True Name

Ageing in Faerie- Part I | Part II

On curses and geases

Why did Eva run from Madoc?

On Taryn, jealousy, and Nicardan

Why Nicardan has always slept with the fishes

Meaning of “clay” in Undersea threat

How to get away with murdering the fae

Could Taryn seduce Cardan? Part I | Part II

Meaning behind Cardan saying Locke and Jude are perfect for each other

Cardan Greenbriar is SMART

Cardan, Jude, and Taryn’s earrings

Jude’s dress clarification

Jude and Cardan are flawed

What does Cardan mean when he asks Jude to tarry a moment in TWK?

Why does Cardan call Jude a liar when she fell from the rafters in QON?

Cardan’s unreadable expressions

Why did Cardan want Nicasia to stay on land at the end of TWK?

What did Jude’s snake dream mean in QON?

Why did Lady Asha burn Cardan’s letters?

If faeries are allergic to salt, how do they survive in the Undersea?

Why did Cardan rip that faerie’s wing off in TCP?

Three is an odd configuration of sisters

Why Locke’s death was so satisfying

Do Jude and Cardan have middle names?

What exactly is Nevermore?

What would Cardan do if Jude commanded him to lie while he was still in her service?

More on true names and lying

In defence of one...

Cardan Greenbriar- Part I (How can I forgive Cardan?) | Part II (Did Cardan slut-shame Taryn?) The Lost Sister Excerpt | Part III (Why does he think mortals are inferior?)

Vivienne Duarte

Nicasia- Part I | Part II | Part III

Taryn Duarte- Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

On Jurdan

Why Jude’s feelings for Cardan seemed so sudden

When did Cardan fall for Jude?

Did Cardan love Jude in TCP?

Did Cardan know Jude didn’t hate him?

Did Cardan know Jude’s feelings in TWK?

This is why Cardan loves Jude

Meaning of “I hated you” in HTKOELTHS

Did Kaye and Roiben know about Jurdan?

What exactly happened in TWK ch. 15?

Was Cardan talking dirty to Jude in QON?

Why did Cardan tell Jude to say “I hate you” in TWK?

Why didn’t Cardan sleep in the Royal Chambers with Jude in QON?

Why did Cardan flinch when Jude said “Jude loved somebody else” in QON

What was going through Cardan’s head during the Queen of Mirth scene in TWK?

Would Jude and Cardan follow each other in death?

Why was Jude, the most terrifying thing in Elfhame, afraid of Cardan?

Jurdan and PDA

QON Chapter 21 THAT SCENE break down

Is Jurdan bullies to lovers?

About Jurdan’s wedding vows...

Did Jude change her name to Greenbriar?

Jude wouldn’t say “you piece of shit” to Cardan

OPINIONS

Reasons to love Cardan Greenbriar

Ch. 15 vs. Ch. 21

Who wears the pants in the relationship?

My opinion on Jurdan and kids? - Part I | Part II

Do I think Jurdan will have kids?

My thoughts on HTKOELTHS

Cardan and pet names for Jude

My thoughts on anti-QON re: OOC!Jude

My thoughts on Judcasia

Is Cardan bi?

My favourite poison

My favourite scenes from TFOTA

Diversity in TFOTA

Virginity in TFOTA

Let Jude murder in peace!- Part 1 | Part 2

Did Jude and Cardan keep their love private?

What kind of instruments does Cardan play?

Jude is... kind of a terrible person? (affectionate)

Thoughts on Toast (Taryn/Ghost)- Part 1 | Part 2

April fools ask

TFOTA books ranked

My first reaction to TWK chapter 15

Nicaryn Headcanons

What music would TFOTA characters listen to?

My thoughts on Oak/Suren spinoff

My thoughts on The Lost Sisters

THE STOLEN HEIR OPINIONS/ANALYSIS

My thoughts on The Stolen Heir

Part I (thoughts during)

Part II (thoughts right after)

Part III (in relation to TFOTA)

Thoughts on Suren

Part I

Part II

Thoughts on Oak

Reaction to Suren’s tongue being ripped out

What were the meanings behind the stories told in TSH?

On the passage of time in TSH

Does Oak love Wren?

YOUR ESSAYS

Madoc slander

My fancast takes

Why I don’t want a film adaptation

Felix Mallard as Cardan

heir_of_atticus as Cardan

Timothee Chalamet as Cardan and Zendaya as Jude

My (reluctant) fancasts

How do I imagine Cardan and Jude?

MISC. FANDOM SHIT

Bargainer series + opinions on grooming

The Potential Life of Addie Larue (and how it was thwarted by the final chapter)

More TILOAL Analysis

How to Critically Read

Books and Morals

Characters Should Make Mistakes

The SJM Effect

Elain Archeron ship opinions

Book of Night Tour Talk

Book of Night Thoughts- Part 1 | Part 2

What tipped me off for the Book of Night ending?

STORYTIME/ABOUT ME

The time I spent 24 hours in the woods alone

The time I visited a haunted jail

Classical Music Recs

Book Recs

Fic & Edits Masterlist

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laequiem · 3 years

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boys ain't shit - chapter 1

Jurdannet Folktober 2021- Day 09. Love potion no. 9 @jurdannet @jurdannetrevels

Fandom: The Folk of the Air

Pairing: Taryn Duarte/Nicasia

Rating: Teen

Word count: 1,039

Taryn Duarte, in a desperate attempt to gain Locke's True Love, has brewed a Love Potion. But will the potion actually work?

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Chapter 1. Love potion number 9

Taryn POV

It was no small thing to gather the ingredients I needed. For months, rosehip has been fermenting in a bottle of faerie wine under my bed. I snuck in the gardens to gather fresh rosemary. I could have purchased the items, of course. However, the grimoire I read stated that the more work you put in, the stronger the potion. So I collected honeycombs from a wild beehive and extracted the honey myself. It was messy and exhausting, but there is little I would not do for true love.

Even if Locke says faeries do not love like we humans do, I can make him love me and only me.

It’s not that I don’t want Jude to be happy. I do. They’re just… not right for each other, you know? Locke is all smiles and games. Sometimes I wonder if Jude ever lets her guard down. I have not seen her laugh in years.

The glass vial containing the potion sloshes in my dress pocket as I make my way through Locke’s maze, towards the center where I know today’s festivities are taking place. It’s a regular weekday—Locke and his friends never need a reason to celebrate. Prince Cardan’s bad mood is reason enough, and he’s always in a bad mood when sober. Not that he is any better when intoxicated, but he usually doesn’t pay me any mind when he is and that is fine with me. As I reach the center of the maze, I see that today is no exception. He’s sprawled out on a fine blanket, a whiskered girl braiding his hair. He gives a quick look my way as I emerge, but quickly snaps his head away with a sneer.

The usual.

Nicasia is hovering near him, not approaching but clearly hoping he notices her. She’s breathtaking in an opalescent gown, the sleek plunging neckline showing a large expanse of flawless skin sparkling with glitter. Her hair falls in voluminous blue curls decorated with aquamarine gems and string. On her head sits a crown of shells and pearls.

“My dove,” a familiar voice croons behind me, “you came! I was starting to worry.”

I turn to face Locke, ever handsome in a wine-colored doublet. They’re all so beautiful, I stand out like a horse at a wedding banquet. How could I possibly stand out when they’re so ethereal and I’m, well… human?

“Sorry for the wait,” I tell him, smiling. “I had to sneak past my sister.”

“Jude is always welcome, too,” he tells me as he pulls me in his arms.

I try not to react, not to show him his words affect me. He loves to remind me that he’s dating both of us. It’s part of the challenge he gave me, I suppose. If I can share him with Jude, then he will agree to marry me soon.

“Not Jude,” I tell him.

“I always forget you have two sisters,” Locke says, a hand brushing against my cheek. “You’re all I can see.”

I can feel myself blushing, and he gives a quick kiss to my cheek.

“I’ll go get us drinks,” I say, shrugging out of his arms. “I’ll be right back.”

I saunter over to the banquet table and grab two cups. I fill them with the darkest wine available, hoping it will hide the deep scarlet of my potion.

My hands shake as I reach in my pockets for the vial. I try not to look suspicious as I uncork it, hiding it under the table as I do. A quick look around tells me that nobody is looking my way. I dump the contents in one of the cups and give it a quick swirl, watching as the potion disappears into the wine.

I am really doing this. It’s wrong. It’s the stuff of fairytales, but when one mingles with the fae, one can only win by playing by their rules.

A manicured hand grabs the glass meant for Locke from my hands. I don’t need to look up to know who it belongs to—it’s of a paleness only the fae can achieve, with green undertones that would look sickly on anyone else. On her, however, it’s elegant.

“And here I thought Locke had no human servants,” Nicasia says, gazing down at me with ocean-deep eyes.

I swallow, willing myself not to react. Not to roll my eyes or scowl, no matter how much I want to. Nicasia places a hand to her breast, faking surprise.

“Oh, silly me! It’s no servant. It’s only one of the worms.” She gives me a once-over, her upper lip slightly pulled back. “Could have fooled me.”

I reach for the cup she took from me, but she lifts the goblet above her head, too high for me to reach.

“That is for Locke, give it back,” I say, trying to sound less irritated than I am.

Nicasia waves a hand dismissively. “Just get him another one.”

I try to reach the glass, but she waltzes away. Once out of arm's reach, she brings the glass to her lips and I watch wide-eyed as Nicasia drains the glass containing the love potion meant for Locke. The potion I spent months working on.

“What is it, little wormie?” Nicasia croons.

The potion is supposed to make the person fall in love with the first person they see. It’s fantastical, unbelievable, but my relationship with Locke needs it. And now Nicasia… I hope that all of this was for nothing. I hope the potion was nothing but a hoax.

“You look sick,” she says, tipping her head slightly to the side. “Perhaps you should retire for the night.”

Nicasia reaches out, her fingers slipping through a strand of my hair. I flinch away from her, suddenly afraid that the potion worked and that she is about to kiss me. As I do, I bump into something—someone—behind me.

“There you are,” Locke says as he slips his arms around my waist. “What’s taking you so long?”

He kisses my temple, then looks over at Nicasia. “Nicasia. I hope you are not trying to steal my lover.”

Nicasia snorts, but it sounds fake. Loaded. “It takes one to know one.” -

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moprocrastinates · 4 years

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Sit By My Side, and Let the World Slip:

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Chapter Rating: T

Summary: If Jude had had her own way, her own wedding, it would’ve been different. Part II of the Best Friends AU.

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The most deplorable thing about weddings is, absolutely, the dresses.

Frankly, Jude could’ve done without the huge, poofy tulle, the puffed sleeves, and the stupid, ever-insufferable heels. She could’ve done without her hair pinched with hundreds, if not thousands, of pins, her cheeks pinched and layered with pink rouge, and thick kohl lining her eyes and sliding down into her tear ducts as the day goes on. She isn’t as dainty as Taryn, either, so the heels blister and knock her off balance; when Jude walks, she walks. Thunders, Cardan would tease. The Earth feels her footsteps as she moves; flowers bloom opposite the sun, just to hide from her shadow, creatures hear the stomp of her boots against the grass and scatter to their hidden homes, and the trees sing their own warning with the bustle of the breeze: Jude Duarte is coming. Stay out of her way.

But Taryn’s wedding is the product of Elfhame’s finest: sweet, dark wines served in glittering chalices, chocolate truffles dipped in jams and jellies, and fresh veggies and fruits piled so high atop a silver tray that Jude isn’t completely sure she can see the top. A silver walkway leads the way to the altar, and a beautiful arch, resplendent with blue and purple flowers covering every opening, stands proudly in the middle, awaiting the moment Taryn and Garrett say, “I do.”

If Jude had had her own way, her own wedding, it would’ve been different. For starters, her dress wouldn’t be white, perhaps a dark gray that sparkles when touched by the moonlight of the eve. It would be slim fitting, long enough to hide the bruises and scabs on her knees from her MMA classes but short enough for her to move in. She would dress as herself as much as she could (as much as Taryn would let her): comfortable boots, maybe, or a pair of dusty black Converse with ‘JUDE’ etched by Cardan in the soles. There wouldn’t be a need for the hairpins, or the bits and bobs that glittered now in Taryn’s hair, because if Jude were marrying someone, she’d marry them as she was, as open and herself as she wanted them to be with her.

Not that Taryn and Garrett weren’t marrying each other. They were.

It just seemed—well, too much, if Jude really had to put a word to it. Too glamorous, like they were covering something up.

But this is Taryn’s affair, gawdy and shiny and royal as it was. Jude doesn’t get to have an opinion.

“How many more pins?” She asks, pressing yet another pin into Taryn’s updo, the thing coiffed and polished and far too stiff for her own liking. “Vivi or Heather’s going to have to run to the store to grab more if I try to fit anymore in this... beehive.”

“Don’t rope me into this!” Vivi’s voice comes from across the room where she is fruitlessly trying to tie a Windsor knot around her neck. Her suit, a deep blue with black lapels, matches Jude’s own dress, another tulled monstrosity that sweeps out around her hips like a bell. The upper half is a corset (Jude curses the day Taryn chose these dresses—how the hell is she going to breathe?) immaculately and painstakingly detailed with a few fake diamonds. When she’d seen it on the mannequin, Jude thought it was the night sky personified.

Her own eyes, her twin’s eyes, stare back at her in the mirror. “I don’t know. Perhaps a few more?” Her sister brushes away an errant flyaway, the corners of her lips turning up in a half smile. Jude can’t help but smile back. “I want to make sure it doesn’t move if the wind blows.”

“That’s what you get for having an outdoor wedding,” Vivi says dryly, arching a brow. Jude hears her snort as she comes up behind them and eyes Taryn’s hairdo. “Taryn, if she puts any more pins in there, it’s going to look like the trees you’re going to be standing under.”

“Fine, fine!” Taryn huffs, her eyes rolling in tandem with her words. Her wave off is a smidgen patronizing, but she does manage to stand without falling over. Hands shaking, although Jude can’t tell if it was from nerves or from something else, Taryn brushes down her gown and looks at them both. “How do I look?”

“Like a princess.” Jude blurts out. Taryn really does, like in one of those fairytales, someone who marries their prince and lives happily ever after.

Vivi’s cat eyes flicker up Taryn’s gown and then back down again. “I guess if Garrett’s intention is to marry up, he’s doing pretty well.” She shrugs as a sly smile forms on her lips.

Taryn turns a beet red, coughing lightly, and brushes yet another hand down her dress, stopping this time on her abdomen.

In the last few years, given their rocky relationship, Jude hadn’t had much practice reading Taryn’s facial expressions. But now, the paleness and fear crawling up her face is unmistakable. “Taryn—” She starts.

“When does this shindig start?” A voice rises from the doorway. “If it’s going to be any longer, I’m going to start day drinking.”

All three turn to look at the mass of curly hair that appears around the corner, its owner’s face popping around just seconds behind. Jude can’t help that her eyes immediately seek out his own, or that they drift across his face, taking in every bit of him. Should she ever lose him, at least she’d have this memory. Cardan is like a marble statue, carved exquisitely, polished to a shine. How he walked down a street without every single person stopping and gawking at him, wondering if he’d deign to spare them a glance, Jude doesn’t know. Cardan’s jaw—oh, his jaw— is smooth as glass, and Jude can see how his long lashes lift from his face to stare at her. Half-lidded, his dark eyes meet hers only momentarily, flicking down to her dress, from the high heels to the tight bodice. When they find hers again, there is something there, something dark and deep and tinted with fear.

She thinks she might have seen him swallow. Hard. But—no.

Jude has no idea how much time passes in those moments, only knows that she can’t move, couldn’t move, couldn’t look away. The wind could’ve turned into a hurricane, blistering, violent, and devastating, and it wouldn’t have moved her. She wouldn’t have moved for anything. Cardan’s eyes root her to the spot.

But what’s in them scares her far more than anything she’s ever felt before.

“Cardan!” Taryn yelps, darting over to him and throwing her arms around him. Cardan’s face pales; his mouth drops open a little in surprise. He hugs her back tentatively, eyes wide as Taryn swings him a little with the force of her hug.

Help me, his eyes beg.

Jude smirks, and shakes her head. No way. It’s her day.

Behind her, Vivi snickers.

Taryn pulls away from Cardan, again smoothing her dress down and letting her hand stop ambiguously to her abdomen. “Guess I should go, eh?” She smiles at them, although it wobbles.

Jude steps forward. “Taryn—” She tries. Taryn meets her eyes, pausing.

Not now, her sister’s eyes say. So Jude nods, and watches as Vivi steps forward to link arms with Taryn.

“We’ll give you five minutes before we walk,” Vivi whispers to Jude, nudging her with a sharp elbow to the ribs. “Remember—the bride goes last, Jude.”

Taryn’s lips curl in the tiniest of smiles. Her gaze flickers once to Jude, then Cardan, who had stepped forward to stand next to Jude. Then, with Vivi tugging her along, they disappear around the corner.

“So, uh,” Jude swallows. Her skin feels suddenly sticky, as if slathered with a thin sheen of honey. If the temperature of the room rose, she probably wouldn’t even notice. “Is everyone else ready to go?”

“Yes.” Cardan murmurs, eyes looking up to hers. “They’re all waiting.”

“Oh.” Fuck. She swallowed again. This is too much. “We should go; no use in keeping everyone waiti—” Her feet stumble towards the door, unused to the height of the heels.

I’m like a baby deer in these, Jude thinks just before the tip of the heel catches in a crack in the floor, and she falls forward—

—landing right into Cardan’s arms. He had moved quickly, silently, but catches her surely, long fingers wrapping around her wrists and holding her steady.

Jude looks up at him for what feels like the first time, held securely in his arms. For all of Cardan’s faults, he would never drop her.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” His voice is brusque, sharp, when it comes out. She hasn’t heard that tone from him in a while, not since they’d become friends.

“No, I haven’t.” She hears the slippery slope that is denial die on her tongue.

“Really? Are you certain? I seem to remember you taking one look at me this afternoon and bolting without even a hello.” Cardan furrows his brows, face darkening.

Jude remembers that. Cardan had been standing outside the venue when Jude arrived, looking absolutely dashing in his tuxedo. Crisp and pressed, it had lain against his body at all the right places, and it had taken damn near everything in Jude not to march up to him and smack a kiss to his lips.

Just as she had last night at the bachelor-bachelorette parties.

Which he had been so drunk during.

Which had caused him to smile at her goofily and her heart to nearly explode in her chest.

Which was why she kissed him.

A kiss he didn’t obviously remember. Because if he had, he would’ve said something, because Jude’s stubborn in a way he is not. She is not going to lose her best friend over something as trivial and stupid as her unrequited feelings, no, no. If she’s going to lose Cardan, it’s going to be for a significant reason, like they had fought over a way of writing or illustrating that didn’t fit their book, or that Cardan started dating Nicasia again, or, she doesn’t know, something else. Not something this bloody stupid. Not her damn feelings.

So she bolted.

Damn, she’s waited too long. Her words slide out of her mouth as she replies, “Taryn needed me,” which was true. A half lie, one of obfuscation and omission.

Cardan arches a brow. “Taryn walked in ten minutes after you.”

“That’s beside the point!” Her sputter is pitiful, and both of them know it.

She can’t look at him. Unlike Cardan’s, anyone can read anything on Jude’s face. (“Usually anger!” Vivi’s cheerful voice says in the back of her mind.) A stranger could take one look at her face right now and know the depths of her feelings for Cardan.

Well, except maybe Cardan himself, because if he loved her or even remotely reciprocated her feelings, surely he would’ve said something by now.

Whatever. It doesn’t matter. She’ll just have to keep her gaze on her shoes for the entire wedding, damned as they are.

“What did I do?” Cardan asks softly. The softness is something Jude wants to curl up in, cloak herself and surround herself with, but if Jude didn’t know him so well, she would have thought she had also heard heartbreak in his tone.

“Nothing.” With a jerk, she is out of his arms, putting one foot in front of the other as she tenuously stepped out the door. The hallway outside was clear of any people, and that was good—she could keep her head down and not bump into anyone. No one needs to hear this conversation. “It’s all me, this time.”

“What are you talking about?” Before she takes any more steps to the outside doors, Cardan strides in front of her, blocking her path. “You haven’t done anything to me.” He looks wild now, desperate in a way she’s never seen. His eyes might even be a little blurry if she squinted.

Jude opens her mouth. To rebuff him, she reminds herself. This friendship can only be preserved if she never admits to her feelings. And she can’t lose him. He’s her best friend. The only one she can even trust.

But Cardan’s eyes, deep and focused on her, are fierce with that... thing, that emotion she can’t quite place.

He’s begging me.

So she takes a breath. It is a deep one, full of lethargy, reluctance, and fear. Resignation, too, all wrapped into one.

Because he’s her best friend, because she loves him more than anything, she’ll tell him.

“I haven’t done anything to you yet,” Jude says. “But I will. Once I can’t hold it in any longer. You’ll not forgive me, and I’ll lose you.” She sighs and lets her shoulders drop, relaxes the instinctive fighting stance she’d found herself in. “I always knew I would, because everyone falls in love with Cardan Greenbriar. I’d hear the whispers about it when I first moved here, the outsider in this strange place, and they whispered it again when you and I became friends and I found myself always at your side. You always laughed when people asked you out, or smirked when someone flirted with you, and I knew then you didn't want that. Might never want it with anyone, because you were so content just to be yourself, and the only person I knew you'd dated was Nicasia, who I was nothing like. I swore to myself I wouldn’t fulfill the prophecy, because you’re my best friend and I couldn’t—can’t lose this, but here I am, all these years later.”

She feels rather than sees Cardan breathe, as close as he is to her, but Jude doesn’t dare look up. Brown eyes drift to his hands, clasped together so tightly and unmoving they look made of marble.

“I love you. That’s what I’m trying to say.” The words dance from her lips into the air, a gentle puff of air she feels she might want to snatch back.

“Jude…” A voice, almost ethereal in tone but firm in its volume, drifts to her. But she knows it, would know it anywhere.

It’s not Cardan’s voice.

She looks up, away, over Cardan’s shoulder to see Vivi standing there, resplendent in her suit and with a sad expression on her face. “It’s time to go,” Vivi says, the quietest Jude’s ever heard her. She looks a little devastated, too, much like how Jude feels.

Cardan hasn’t said anything.

Jude nods to herself once. Then again, jerkily. “Okay.” She glances up once at Cardan, whose mouth is half-open, face pale and impenetrable—well, she can’t really read his face. For once. Maybe she never has.

All she knows is that he doesn’t say anything as she follows her sister out to where Taryn waits to walk down the aisle. He doesn’t say anything after the wedding is over, or at the reception, or even the day after.

She feels his gaze on her nearly the entire time.

But he still doesn’t say anything.

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acciomanorian · 4 years

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Wasting All These Tears on You (Jurdan Modern Au)

So, I did a thing. This is my first time trying to write fanfiction, and I hope that it isn’t horrible. If you like it, and want more, I would be willing to give it another go. I actually, kinda, had fun. Also, I left room in this fic for their to definitely be a part 2.

This is based off of the song Wasting All These Tears by Cassadee Pope. I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I tried to write it out instead. I really hope you guys enjoy. 1770 words.

Of all the days for Jude Duarte’s car to break down, of course it had to be the one with the downpouring rain. Fortunately, her office was only a ten minute walk from the home she shared with her fiance, Cardan. Unfortunately, she didn’t even have an umbrella, assuming she would have a working car to protect her from the rain. Maybe she could run into the coffee shop five minutes from their house, with the chocolate crullers that Cardan liked so much, a little treat for them both. Jude had been cutting down on carbs since the proposal, when she realized that she would have to wear a wedding dress, and wanting one scandalous enough to offend Madoc and Oriana.

Just as she was about to duck into the coffee shop, Jude saw something through the glass that made her heart stop. Cardan sitting in a corner booth. He was supposed to be at work until six, he said. Something about an important meeting at the firm, a new client. Maybe that’s who he was meeting, although it doesn’t explain the expression on his face, like a love sick puppy. Or the glimpse she caught of the mysterious person, a girl really, who also happened to look extremely familiar. Nope, not a business meeting, Jude thought as she saw Cardan lean forward and kiss his “client” on the lips.

As he leaned back, Cardan looked up, out the window and saw Jude standing there, watching him and a look of absolute horror overtook his face. The girl looked over as well. Nicasia. There was a sly smirk on her painted face, and she snuck a kiss on Cardan’s cheek before getting up from the booth and walking out the door. Cardan followed her, and Jude didn’t know if he intended to stop and explain himself or just keep following Nicasia. She turned away at the last second, feeling the tears running down her face, and began to walk towards her home.

“Jude!” She heard Cardan call behind her, but she was not going to wait. “Jude! Please, let me explain.”

“Explain?” Jude cried, whipping around so fast, her wet hair smacked across her face. “Explain what? That you’re cheating on me? That you’re lying about where you are, so that I think I’m in a loving relationship with a loving fiance.” People were staring, but it was the least of her concerns. Cardan however, was looking around, trying to find a place where they could talk without all the attention.

“Please, Jude. Let’s go home, let me talk, let me explain.”

“No. You can go home. I’m done. I’m going to stay at Vivi’s. I’ll be by tomorrow to pick up my stuff,” Jude turned around again, pulling her phone out of her pocket to call her older sister. Catching sight of the diamond on her finger, Jude ripped it off and threw it at Cardan, shouting “Take this, too. Maybe you can give it to Nicasia, since it seems you care more about her than about me.”

Cardan let the ring land at his feet, not bothering to pick it up. “Jude, dear…” he said softly, but Jude was done listening to his lies. She didn’t want an explanation. She wanted her sisters, and a dozen bottles of alcohol, preferably the strong stuff. Luckliy, that was Vivi’s specialty, being a bartender at the local gay bar.

The phone rang once, before Vivienne answered with a “‘Sup.”

“I’m coming over,” was all Jude said. The tears were running down her face, mingling with the rain pouring from the sky.

There was radio silence, on the other end of the phone, and then “Okay”. No questions, nothing. This was the reason Jude called her older sister first, rather than her twin. She also knew that the second Jude hung up the phone, Vivi would be calling Taryn, and Jude’s best friend Liliver.

The second Jude walked through the door of Vivi’s apartment, she was bombarded with a hug by Taryn, before being traded off to Vivi, and then Vivi’s wife Heather. After she was released, Jude found a bottle of vodka sitting on the counter, placed there by Vivi only moments before. Without any hesitation, she ripped off the top and began to guzzle it down like it was water, relishing the burn in her throat, hoping that it will make her forget the ache in her heart.

She was halfway through the bottle when Liliver walked through the door, saw the look of Jude’s face and said, “Viv, you better have more than just that one bottle.”

She shot Lil a look. “What do you take me for? An amature?”

Liliver just shook her head before coming over to Jude. “Babe, what happened?” she asked, swiping the bottle out of Jude’s hands. Lil took a sip before handing it back to her.

“Cardan cheated on me. I saw him kissing another girl, and not just any other girl, but Nicasia.”

“Nicasia,” Taryn started, “as in his ex Nicasia.”

“The one and only.” Jude took another chug of the vodka and wiped her wet eyes with the palm of her free hand.

“That bastard. Wait until I get my hands on him, he’ll never know what hit him, my baby sister.” Vivi began to pace, until Heather put a hand on her back and handed her a glass of honey whiskey. She had two more glasses, as well as a barely opened bottle. Pouring generous amounts of the alcohol into the cups, she handed them out to Taryn and Liliver. Heather opted for a ginger ale herself, due to the fact that she was 3 months pregnant.

“I have a better idea,” said Taryn after draining her glass. “Let’s go out and get wasted.”

Jude looked up at her twin, and saw the devilish grin on her face. “For the record, I had already planned on getting wasted, either alone or with you guys, but I’m in. Anything to make me forget, even for a little while.” She turned to Vivi, “You got something I can wear, cause I’m not going to a bar in my slacks.”

Vivienne ran to her room, returning moments later with a silver mini dress. “The only way you’re wearing this is if you promise no more Cardan tears, cause I don’t need that negative energy polluting my favorite dress.” Jude only wiped her eyes a final time and took the last swig out of the vodka bottle. Rising from the chair, she accepted the dress from her sister and made her way to the bathroom. She splashed water on her face, thanking God for waterproof mascara and proceeded to get dressed. The silver mini was a little tight, thanks to Vivi’s slender figure, but fit nonetheless.

Jude exited the bathroom, and grabbed her phone from her bag by the door. 13 missed calls, all from Cardan. She shut it off and threw it back into her bag, no inclination to call him back.

“Let’s go get wildly drunk and make me forget everything,” Jude loudly shouted, followed by a woot from her sisters and friends. She was beginning to slur a little, the effects of an entire bottle of vodka slowly hitting her brain. Heather noticed this, and also knew that it was only going to get worse.

“As the only person here who can’t drink, I volunteer to be the designated driver and get all of your drunk asses home tonight.” Heather also knew that she would be the only one with a working brain tonight.

The girls piled into Heather and Vivi’s car and made their way to Elfhame, the only bar where ladies get in free at all hours. Even though it was only a ten minute ride, Jude couldn’t hide her delight of the tiny bottles of assorted liquors being handed out from Vivi’s tiny bag.

“Bottom’s up,” said Lil, before shooting back whatever was in the bottle she had been handed. Jude also drained hers, some cheap tequila. Good enough to get her drunk fast, but not enough to avoid a major hangover in the morning.

Two more shots later, they arrived at the club, and were ceremoniously allowed inside. Jude would be lying if she said that she hadn’t flirted with the bouncer a bit in her inebriated state, just for a little extra treatment. It was granted, as the group was corralled into the VIP section and handed complimentary margaritas, mostly alcohol from the smell of them. A sip of her’s confirmed Jude’s suspicion, and she began to take bigger sips. As soon, as she finished the first drink, a second was pressed into her hand, another margarita that Jude drank half of immediately before making her way to the dance floor.

Two hours, and about five drinks later, Jude was having the time of her life. Dancing with her sisters and friends, enjoying herself without the pressure of having a fiance at home who might not be too approving of the dancing she was doing with strangers at the club.

When Jude and Taryn excused themselves for a quick brush up in the bathroom, she caught a glimpse of a guy watching her with profound interest. She knew him too, and allowed him to see her face, and the enjoyment of the night. Valerian just shot her a grin, in his eyes, a promise for something fun later.

“How are you feeling?” Taryn asked once they got into the bathroom.

“Never better,” Jude replied, throwing on another layer of lipstick. “I don’t even remember what I was crying about earlier, or if I was even crying.”

“Good, I’m glad. We haven’t had a good girls night out in a while. I missed this, and I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” Jude gave her twin a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, leaving a bright red lipstick stain behind. Taryn didn’t even bother to wipe it off, she just laughed and pulled her sister out the door and back onto the dance floor, where they were greeted with another round of tequila shots and margaritas.

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At five in the morning, Jude found herself on the bathroom floor of the guest room she was sharing with Taryn and Lil. She was over the toilet, dry-heaving the alcohol left in her system. As the memories returned to her more sober brain, she began to cry in earnest again. She remembered why she wanted to go out drinking, remembered seeing Cardan and Nicasia together, the fight, the ring. Jude felt her heart break a second time.

#jurdan #breakup #viviennexheather #liliver #thebomb #taryn #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #cardanxnicasia #club #fanfiction #this is my first time writing so please dont hate it #i tried really hard #the folk of the air #cruel prince #the wicked king #queen of nothing #tusermonique

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snusbandxknifewife · 4 years

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Sticky ficky 5, the one where we get some Jude AngstTM. @coffee-and-corsets said sticky ficky, so @coffee-and-corsets gets some sticky ficky. Hope y’all like my attempt at sticky hand induced tears lol

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She’d told him she’d be right back, she’d never even thought that she’d be the target.

She’d planned everything around Oak being the target of the Undersea’s planning. She hadn’t ever considered she’d be in danger.

She was stupid, stupid, stupid. So naïve to leave without backup, so idiotic to think herself above capture, so dumb not to require Cardan save her if she was ever taken prisoner.

What was he doing now? Did he celebrate not having her around? Was Elfhame burning as he and the rest of the Gentry frittered their lives away at some party or another?

Thwip

She frowned at the little sticky hand, blue as the swirling water around her prison, as it smacked half-heartedly against her cell wall. Covered in briny dust from the dried saltwater that also caked her skin, it had long lost all its stickiness.

He’d given it to her at the party, when he’d told her she was wearing a nice dress. Why hadn’t she thanked him then? Why had she only offered a snippish remark and a rude gesture? Was his smile genuine or had it been mocking?

Why had she kept the little blue hand?

She’d held onto it when her guards threw her into the cell. It was all she had left of her life above.

For whatever reason she had kept it originally, she was glad now that she had it. It was all she had left of her sanity. It was all she had left of him.

Thwip

She knew she shouldn’t be crying, that tears would exacerbate her dehydration, but she couldn’t help the way sobs started to wrack her body. It’d been so long since she’d had enough fresh water, food that wasn’t rotten. She knew her guards watched her, knew that she was supposed to be glamoured, knew that she had to eat the slop they give her to keep up her act.

She couldn’t help but weep for when she’d been nothing more than Jude Duarte, Seneschal to the High King of Elfhame, for when her greatest worry was keeping Cardan sober enough to avoid a diplomatic incident.

Thwip

She cursed violently and threw the useless hand across the damp room, so hurt by the way it limply bounced on the sandstone floor that she lashed out and punched the wall.

Blood gushed over her ruined knuckles and she found that, despite her sobbing, no more tears were coming. Her whole body shook from starvation and her head pounded like it was seconds away from cracking open.

Her head hadn’t hurt this badly since the morning after she got drunk in the Court of Shadows. She had no recollection of what happened after she’d made it about halfway through her wine bottle, but she did remember waking up with a pink glittery sticky hand wrapped around her right index finger.

She had spent that morning trying desperately to remember the night previous, because she knew that a sticky hand always meant Cardan was involved, but she couldn’t for the life of her conjure up any reliable memories.

For an hour or two, she had considered simply asking Cardan what had happened, but then she remembered his affinity for smacking her ass and she recalled their night in the chamber behind the throne, and she had decided that maybe she didn’t want to know what drunken antics she was capable of getting up to with a sticky hand and the High King. Any time she’d put more than a second’s thought to the subject after that, her cheeks had grown feverish and she had found herself looking for an excuse to leave.

She had put the pink glittery sticky hand in her bedside drawer, under her favorite nerf gun, and promptly set about doing everything she could to forget about it.

She had succeeded until that very moment.

Jude Duarte, captured Seneschal to the High King of Elfhame, held her crippled hand to her chest and basked in memories of her king. She allowed her thoughts to travel to the way he lounged across his throne, his crown always dangerously tipped to one side. She recalled how he nervously offered her a glimpse of his tail the night she tied him up. Her heart fluttered at the mental image of how he looked, naked to his skin and propped over her on a bench in a secret room behind his throne.

She tried to feel something other than sorrow, and she miserably failed.

Balekin had forced her to kiss him the way she would’ve kissed Cardan. She technically didn’t have to, but she knew what he would’ve expected and she knew he thought her glamoured. When she kissed him the way she’d wanted to kiss the High King, her heart had broken in ways she didn’t even want to consider.

But, left alone with a bleeding hand and a useless children’s toy that only reminded her of the one she missed most, what else did she have to think about?

Her kisses with Cardan had all been full of vitriol, that’s just the way they were with one another. With nothing to do but stare at the wall and imagine, Jude had begun to wonder what it would be like to kiss him with something other than hatred on her lips. How would he have reacted if, that night behind the throne, she had pressed a sweet kiss to his jaw instead of biting a vicious mark into his neck? Would he have held her softer? Would his tail, which had wrapped possessively around her thigh, have delicately caressed up her side instead?

Would she have liked it?

In the pit of her stomach, Jude found herself fearful that she might never find out, that her only chance at a loving embrace had been cruelly ripped from her by the evil elder brother of the man she wished had offered it instead. As time passed, her heart hardened around the idea that she would become just like the drowned ones, that she’d be left down here alone, that Cardan didn’t actually care for her enough to rescue her.

Jude picked the sticky hand up again and wrapped it around the index finger of her left hand, keeping her bloodied right hand to her chest as she tried to drown her thoughts in the mindless target practice that she’d already spent what felt like a lifetime enduring.

Thwip

Thwi-ick

The sticky hand caught on a jagged edge of a sandstone block, the ring finger of the little blue hand ripping away and bouncing off into the darkness.

She let her left hand fall into her lap, the sticky hand flopping to the ground like a dead fish.

Broken by Faerie, she thought as her eyes lazily dragged from the hand to her own left ring finger. A thing of mortal creation, not made to last in a world as beautiful and cruel as this.

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I’m trying to decide on the next chapter. Either I can skip straight to Jude-in-exile AngstTM feat. Cardan AngstTM, or I can try my hand at some sticky-hand-induced diet smutTM from their wedding night (I know they didn’t fully do the do but that doesn’t have to mean nothing happened.) so y’all get to help me decide how I use the Sticky Ficky to torture you next lmao. There is nothing this crack fic can’t do y’all I promise I WILL find a way to write in sticky hands.

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#cardan greenbriar #jude duarte #tfota #jurdan #judecardan #the wicked king #the great sticky hand war #sticky ficky #tyrannosaurus lex writes #im so fucking sorry #my name is lex and i write bullshit #i really said hey look lets maim the sticky hand just like jude lol #i WILL write sticky ficky smut that is a threat #crack fic

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highqueenofelfhame · 5 years

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The Other Side

*TWK spoilers/bits you won’t quite understand if you haven’t read twk.*

The pregnancy had been hard enough. Pregnancies where faerie children were concerned were even more delicate than those of mortal children. A faerie babe in a mortal body? It became more difficult by tenfold. Where Jude Duarte was concerned, the baby growing in her womb had taken all of her energy, all of her patience. The constant fussing of her husband was driving her up the wall, and you need not get her started on being on bed rest for the last several months. She couldn’t take it.

When her water finally broke, the first emotion she’d felt was relief. Relief that the baby was coming and soon, after she healed, she could be back doing the things she loved. She would get to train with a sword again, strategize with the army commander, continuing lessons with Oak on what it meant to be a prince. What it would mean to be King when his time came, which if Cardan passed it off to him when he came of age, was only three years away.

The second thing that Jude felt when her water broke was that something was horribly, catastrophically wrong. To begin with, it was too soon by a handful of weeks. Her hands immediately went to her stomach and she let out a startled cry, her eyes searching the room wildly as though her husband would have heard her and immediately appeared. She reached for the wall, yanking on one of the bells by her desk to alert the staff that she needed assistance – something Cardan had installed in her office for emergencies almost the moment he found out she was pregnant. It didn’t take long for a servant to scuffle in with tea, and Jude shook her head rapidly.

“I need you to find the king immediately and send for healers,” she gritted out through her teeth. The servant dropped the tray of tea and turned on her heels, running as fast as she could and shouting down the hall that the queen was in distress. Had Jude been healthy, her eyes would be rolling, but she couldn’t shake the distinct feeling that the baby wasn’t okay, and something was horribly awry in her body.

“Jude?” Cardan was in the room moments later, crouching next to her. His feet slapped against the wet floor where her water had broken, and upon seeing the liquid on the silver tip of his boot, she realized it was blood. She hadn’t yet noticed because she was dressed in all black.

“Something is desperately wrong, I-“ a blood curdling scream interrupted her words and erupted from her throat as white hot pain coursed through her, something bigger than any contraction she’d been anticipating and prepared for. Jude could feel it, deep within her bones, that her baby was in peril. She knew that labor would be difficult, that bringing her baby into this world would be the hardest thing she’d done in her life. What she didn’t anticipate was feeling like her life own life was barely hanging by a thread.

Cardan swept his wife into his arms, rushing her to their chambers where he deposited her carefully on the bed. Healers were already milling about, two streaming into the room behind the king. Tears ran down Jude’s face, soaking Cardan’s tunic as she pressed her face into his chest. Another sob shook her to her core as another wave of pain shot through her nerves. Jude could feel the pain on every inch of her skin, down every millimeter of her body. Every nerve ending was on fire, was ripping from her body one by one. Cardan’s tunic tore at the sleeves where she gripped, silently begging him not to leave her.

Attempting to stay strong for his wife despite his fears, the king stayed with his queen, holding her hand and kissing her temples. Healers cut her pants off, and Cardan thought he was going to pass out when he saw just how much blood stained his wife’s skin. Deep, dark red coated the insides of her legs, all the way down to her boots, and when they tugged her them off, drops of blood spilled out onto the white bedding.

On her other side, a healer appeared with a few vials of potions, holding them to her lips. She drank, willing to do anything to ease her pain and save her baby, despite not wanting to have taken anything originally. Now, however, she begged to every god she could think of that her baby survive this mess. Take her if you must, but give her baby the life it deserved with it’s all too deserving father.

The potion merely brought the pain from a ten to a nine and a half. It wasn’t much better, but as the healers commanded her to push, she did. Pushed and pushed and pushed until a shrieking cry filled the room. Cardan’s eyes, however, never left Jude’s face. Through every cry of pain, every tear, he kissed her temples, her knuckles, the ruby ring he’d returned to her when he’d asked her to be his queen when their relationship was still full of snark and that drop of hatred. When they finally heard that cry, he pressed a firm kiss to her wan lips, brushing her tears from her cheeks. Cardan’s eyes glittered like black onyx, lined with the silver of tears that he couldn’t contain. We should have called truce long before this.

“You did it, my love,” he whispered into her hair, thumb stroking over her cheekbones. Tears of his own were falling as he held his wife, rocking her in a soothing way that had her full lips stretching into a slight smile. Kiss me until I am sick of it.

“Cardan,” she whispered, resting her hand on his wrist, but he shook his head. “Tell me that you hate me,” he had begged her all those years ago. She had obliged then, breathing the words into his soul though they both knew it wasn’t the truth. “I want to tell you so many lies.”

“Don’t speak, Jude, dear. They’re going to get the potions to heal you.” His eyes roved over her body, how her skin seemed to get paler by the second. The mass amount of blood that occupied the bed was pooling on top of the duvet, dripping over the side of the bed and splashing across the floor. With shaking hands, he pulled her into his lap properly, kissing her forehead. “You’ll be okay.”

“Cardan,” she said again, squeezing his wrist so pathetically that his heart cracked. Gone was her iron strength that had pinned him to a chair with a knife to his throat. Jude’s voice was breathy and hoarse, and tears continued to streak down her temples. When he looked into her eyes, they weren’t quite as bright as they usually were. Everything about his Jude seemed to be fading. Her coloring, her light, her life. He could hear how shallow her breath had become, could feel her weak heartbeat his fingertips.

“Jude,” his voice cracked as more tears fell from his face, dropping onto her cheeks and mingling with her own. “Jude Duarte Greenbriar don’t you dare leave me.” Every word that the king spoke, his voice got smaller, weaker, more broken. Jude reached up, pale fingers brushing through his hair and down his cheekbones. “You will be okay. You will be okay. You’re going to be fine.”

“My love,” her voice was so small and weak, had he not buried his face in her neck he might not have heard it. “I want…” A faint smile graced her lips, that he almost missed, but he pulled back to look at her as she paused her words. Jude’s thumb brushed over his lips as she inhaled shakily, remembering the first time Cardan had said he loved her, in his own Cardan way. The words he had spoken time and time again when she infuriated him, when she would pop off that she hated him just to get a reaction out of him.

“You’ll be okay, Jude. You’ll be okay.” He looked around the room wildly, only to find a healer holding the baby, the others simply standing and staring at the floor as their queen died in his arms. It was then that Cardan realized she was beyond help. She was beyond fixing. She would not be okay. Jude Duarte was going to die.

“I want…to tell you so many…lies,” she breathed out, a ghost of a smile on her lips as the light in her eyes completely extinguished, her gaze that had been locked on his face going completely blank as she stopped seeing. Her hand on his lips went limp, dragging down his chin and neck. Beneath the fingers that graced her neck, he felt her heart stop beating. I want to tell you so many lies.

“WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING THERE?!” He screamed, tugging her body closer to his as he continued to sob, her blood warm and sticky the more it seeped through his trousers and to his skin. “SHE IS YOUR QUEEN!” Marry me. Become the Queen of Elfhame. The healers in the room merely shook their heads. I’ll marry you.

“I am so sorry, Your Highness. She is beyond our h-“

“SHE IS YOUR QUEEN!” He shouted again voice cracking and utterly broken, dropping his face into her neck. Cardan sobbed. For the first time that he could remember, he felt the most lost, broken, and ruined than he had ever felt. He felt a boiling hatred in his blood for being the reason she had been with child. What was the use of his magic if he couldn’t save his wife? What was the point if he was unable to save the woman that changed him in the best ways, that challenged him? From their very first kiss, the way the dagger had dug into his neck, she was always catching him off guard, making his heart flutter. “You really do want me. And you hate it,” she had said, just before their lips touched for the first time. I want to tell you so many lies.

Her hair stuck to his wet cheeks. Jude’s skin seemed to get colder by the minute. In a desperate attempt, he pulled the duvet around her, rubbing her arms as his chest cracked open and his heart shattered. Cardan Greenbriar stay bent over his wife’s lifeless body, rocking her and doing everything in his power to keep her warm. “Jude,” he whispered into her ear, her name over and over like a prayer. “I am so sorry, my love. My queen. I’m so sorry I did this to you.” Let us be wed until we wish for it to be otherwise, and the crown has passed from our hands.

It felt like ages, that he stay with her, weeping her name and apologies into her ear that she would never hear. It could have been a life time, because by the time a hand touched his elbow and he snapped his head up, her body was cold.

“Cardan,” the Bomb spoke softly, and his eyes fixed on her face. Her white hair was wild, her eyes red from crying. He supposed that his own eyes looked like that: bloodshot, puffy. His face was splotchy with grief.

“I killed her. I killed my wife,” his voice was raw, as though he’d been screaming for hours. Maybe he had been. Maybe he had been cursing himself for long enough that his voice was nearly gone. Maybe he’d been apologizing to Jude for so long that he had no voice left. I want to tell you so many lies. He could only hear the blazing truth of what he’d done to her, now.

“You have a daughter,” the Bomb said softly, not affirming his beliefs, but not brushing away his feelings either. Something snapped in Cardan then, and his face crumpled. A daughter. He had a daughter. He stayed completely still as the Roach lifted Jude’s body from his lap, his tears never ceasing to fall. The limp nature of her body sent another sob tearing through him, the way her neck dangled back, her eyes still frozen and staring. Eyes that he had spent so much time gazing into, eyes he’d spent time trying to catch just to hold her attention for a single moment. Her hair – her long, beautiful hair that he had tangled his fingers in over and over, had braided while she slept against his chest.

When the healer approached, he shifted where he sat, his clothing stiff from all the blood. She held a bundle of blankets in her arms, and terrified, Carden stay frozen as she passed the small babe to him, his heart breaking in half. The tiny baby girl in the blankets blinked up at him, the eyes unmistakably those of his queen. This is an absolutely terrible idea, he had said the first night they shared any sort of intimacy. At the time, it was. But looking back, being with Jude was the best idea he’d ever had. Cardan couldn’t help but wonder how he was ever going to feel safe, sound, or even remotely okay again.

“Jude,” his voice broke again as he leaned his forehead down, resting it against his daughters. When he inhaled, through the intoxicating scent that babies seemed to carry, he could smell her, smell Jude. He could smell her warmth, hear her laughter ringing between his ears. The presence, the wrath, the joy that had been Jude Duarte seemed to hang on every memory that he could muster. When he tried to think of something happy that happened before he’d met Jude, he came up short. When he tried to imagine a happy memory that would ever come after her, he was at a loss. So Cardan Greenbriar wept and wept for his lost queen, and her final words to him that she didn’t have to say. I love you.

And is there a god up there? ‘So where does he hide?

Cause the devil is raging inside my mind.

And is there a moment where it all makes sense?

When saying goodbye doesn’t feel like the end?

Sometimes I can’t help blaming you

For leaving me here, what am I supposed to do?

There’s plenty of women, there’s drinking, there’s drugs

But we both know that won’t be enough.

‘Cause I see you in the daytime, and I hear you at night

There’s a pale imitation burnt in my eyes

I don’t want to be here, I don’t know what to do

Sometimes I’d rather be dead, at least then I’m with you.

Amen. Amen. Amen.

Amen - Amber Run.

#the other side #jurdan #cardan greenbriar #jude duarte #tcp #twk #the cruel prince #the wicked king #jurdan baby #so sorry bout this #get ready to ugly cry my pals #twk spoilers

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fangirlinghard-spoilerson · 5 years

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SECRETS & BETRAYALS (4)

Rated: M Wordcount: 1900 Summary: [Set after TWK] Much time has passed since Jude Duarte was exiled in the mortal world. But now she's back to Elfhame and Cardan will not like to discover her reasons for coming back. Is Jude still the Queen of Nothing? Other parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, (To be added) This is a The Folk of the Air’s Fanfic. The original work belongs to Holly Black.

A son. She said nothing more. It seemed the kind of news people need time to absorb. Fairies could not be so different.

Cardan froze. They stayed there for a moment, leaned against the other, too close - intimately close - to what was about for happen. His face was empty. But this time was not because he was hiding something. Her husband was in some kind of shock.

“I did not-” understand you? heard you? Lies that he could not tell.

There not much, between what she had done, that she would like to apologise. Neither, much fairies to whom she would like to apologise. It was not like she had not done many things that hurt others. It was more like she did not feel like she should carry the blame on her back for the most of that.

But their son was Cardan's first and - she knew - only kid. Fairy children were rare and he had lost all their son childhood. The guilt had being hitting her in the stomach ever since she discovery the pregnancy, because, even at that moment, she knew she would not come back to him.

She also felt fear. She was alone - no husband, no father, no sisters, no family at all - and in unsafe places having a unsafe job. And, at the same time, it was like knew about Madoc before open the door and see him for first time. Not that she thought Cardan was like Madoc or she was like Eva. They were not. Not at all. They had their own special way of messing up things between them. And they were very good at it, champions.

A thunderstorm began in the same moment Cardan backed off her. Even the noise of falling drops outside were high enough to wake those who were sleeping in Elfhame. The High King was not looking to his wife anymore. His gaze is lost in some place beyond his windows.

His Queen sited up and let him have his time.

“You are lying to me?” His question had not accusation. It was indifferent and confused. Yet, she felt a sting.

“He is clever and charming like you.”

She had bring photos - because one gaze to his son was enough to prove she was telling the true - and was about to give to him when he said, as if he had just understood one of the great life’s mysteries, “You left me because you was pregnant.”

The photographs almost slipped between her fingers.

“No.” She tried to be emphatic, but it did not seem enough. “I didn’t know when I left.” She could not even imagine how he'd come to that conclusion. As if he could think she wouldn’t want them get to know each other, as if she had not wanted help from Cardan to understand their son. His thoughts, desires and afflictions, which she had not been fairy enough to relate.

“If you knew, it would change anything?” She hadn’t an answer to that question because she had always refused to think of any hypothesis of discovering the pregnancy before leaving him. She did not know if she would still have the same courage, the same willpower. But she would like to have.

“We will not have a chance to find out.”

“And now you can be evasive like a fairy.” Cardan’s voice showed his disgust. What was ironic. She could lie with truthful words because every time she did, she thought how Cardan would say it? In some way, had been he who taught her.

He turned to her again, but he had not been able to recover his poker face. His pain and resentment were as obvious as an open wound. “Why you left me?”

“Cardan.” She tried warn him.

“No.” He grabbed her by the arms. His grip strong enough to hurt her. “You will responde me.” She did wrong, but she would not let him treats her poorly. With a simple movement learned when she was still young, before even meet him, she got rid of his grip.

“I didn’t want that life, Cardan.” For three years their relationship had been like this: he'd go to her when he could - because he was the High King and had appointments - and she had to decide between dropping everything that she was doing - sometimes delaying weeks of work - or losing the chance to see him without knowing when they would have another opportunity. She had taken the two options several times, every time she regretted it, no matter which she chose. “I wanted power and I always worked hard to have any, you know it. You really expected that I would sit there and wait for you?” That was no life for her. “You know me better than that.”

And he grinned like he had listen the best joke ever. “So fool of me think I would be enough.”

He was bitter. And bitterness showed something that she was too busy kissing him to realize before. The High King of Elfhame looked like a monster more than ever. His presence was in the air around them, spreading and taking up space. Absolute and domineering. Very similar to his father, but much more intensity. It was the same thing that make her feel happy about Eldred’s hand in her head when she bowed to him.

But she wouldn’t bow to Cardan.

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Please, Jude. We two know exactly why you married me. I let you think you would be Elphame's Queen.” But not for too long. She thought with tepid resentment. “And I did not let you have what you really wanted.”

‘True power isn't granted. True power can't be taken away’. Madoc had said the words, but it was Cardan who taught that lesson. And she had learned.

“I am a Queen.”

“In name, and in name only.” He mocked.

She realised this was not a conversation anymore, they were fighting again.

She putted the photos in the table hoping he looked in that direction.

He didn’t.

"And how did you create our son, dear wife? Is he as hungrypower, bloodthirsty and disloyal as you?” She could forgave him for said this much, but not for what he suggested next. “It must have been a difficult childhood with a mother like you."

Jude was a mortal mother raising a Faerie child alone in the midst of fairies. Nobody thought she was good enough for the task. That she deserved the honor of raise her own baby. Some tried to take him away from her. They had said “You will die in the dawn of his life, why make him suffer like that?”

“You'll never insult me again by saying something like that. Our son was breastfeed by me. He was never barefoot or dressed in rags.” His eyes opened like plates. It was a surprise to him that she knew. “He was never neglected. He was protect and loved and cared. I was not perfect, but his childhood was as good as me and you will ever know.”

“You loves him.” That wasn’t a question and that was no need for an answer.

“I raised him well.” Her hands were in his shirt - clenched fists, tissue between fingers - and she had no idea how they end up there. She let him go. “Cardan you are curious about my motives to be here or you just want piss me off? I have more important things to spend my time on.” She tried a threat.

Cardan let his body lean against the back of the sofa as if he were relaxed. But she had already seen snakes about to strike more relaxed than him. But he gave her what she wanted.

Almost.

"Tell me, how had a son lead us to divorce? According to human customs, is not it quite the opposite?" It was a waste explaining to any fairy that just being a human does not attribute knowledge about mortal world. So she didn’t lost her time and patience trying.

“I have reasons to believe that he has been held hostage by Diarmuid.” A sharp gaze was the only sign of recognition that Cardan gave. There was no way he could not recognize it. The King Underground was one of his worst enemies. Their armies were facing each other on battlefields not so far from Elfhame. And the result of that war was uncertain.

“I assume you were not bragging about being the mother of a prince of Elfhame. So how he found that the boy is mine? And why are you thinking the ‘divorce’ can solve anything? Because that make no sense. According to the laws of the fairies the boy will continue to be my heir.”

His heir, which was exactly the problem.

“He did not find out yet. But Diarmuid will kill our son when he finds out.” It was not a question of 'if', that would happen sooner or later.

“If it is not because of me, what you have done to anger him?”

“Nothing.” He laughed theatrically.

“Jude,” He grinned “I know you better than that.”

And just because he was been rude, she responded without mercy. She spoke slowly, savoring the words and expression of shock on his face. “He proposed to me.”

A sequence of thunders filled what could have been a long silence.

“I need wine.”

That was her sign. She stood up. “And I need go back.” She was worried, Cardan did not seem very worried about their son. Not about kidnapping or about anything else. The only question that the father asked about his son had been just out of spite. Her family history was not the best, his was simply tenebrous.

“Why the rush? Late for your wedding?” He laughed without joy.

“I have to pretend to him that I didn’t discover it yet.”

“To him?” He pulled her gently until she looked at him. He was worried about her. “You are going to meet Diarmuid?”

“Not immediately, but yes. We have a meeting.”

“Jude, if he find out about us-”

“He would send my head in a pretty box to you with a nice letter.” She was not guessing. She knew better then him. “And because it seemed like he was losing focus, she said “And then he would do the same with our son. But he will not find out. Not today or tomorrow.”

“How many time before he find out?”

She did not know. “I will be back tomorrow in sunrises. Do you prefer that I meet you here or in Shadow Court?”

“You will let me choose?”His eyebrows went up. “How nice of you.”

“I’m being nice.” He sighed deeply and all condescension vanished from his face.

He pulled her to him “So be nice to me one more time.” then kissed her again. It seemed like it's going to be a slow and careful kiss, but, before she could lost herself in it, he moved away leaving a feeling of something unfinished. Her legs trembled.

He was trying playing her.

“You cannot trust this to anyone besides Bomb and Roach. You have a leaking.”

“And how you know that?” An honest answer to that would take a lot more questions, so she simply ignored it.

And there is one much more important question that he had not asked. “Your son’s name is Bran.”

Thank you!

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Folk of the Air Weddings- Jude Duarte + Cardan Greenbriar: Jude Duarte’s Wedding Dress, which was selected because the bride elected to follow the mortal tradition of a white dress, 1/?

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The Folk of the Air Masterlist

Characters

Cardan Greenbriar, the High King of Elfhame- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Cardan Greenbriar, the Prince of Elfhame- 1, 2

Jude Duarte- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Jude Duarte at the Coronation of the Next High King of Elfhame- 1, 2, 3, 4

Jude Duarte, High Queen of Elfhame- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Jude Duarte, the High King’s Seneschal- 1, 2, 3, 4

Jude Duarte, Member of the Court of Shadows- 1, 2

Liliver, the Bomb- 1, 2

Nicasia, Princess of the Undersea- 1, 2, 3, 4

Oriana, Former Consort of High King Eldred and the Wife of Madoc- 1

The Duarte Twins, Jude and Taryn- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

The Three Sisters of the Two Worlds- 1, 2, 3

Queen Orlagh, Queen of the Undersea and Unseelie Queen- 1, 2

Taryn Duarte- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Vivienne- 1, 2, 3, 4

Vivienne in the Mortal World- 1

An Insider’s Guide to the Folk of the Air

Cardan Greenbriar & Jude Duarte- 1

Cardan’s Copy of ‘Alice in Wonderland’- 1, 2, 3

Cardan’s Gift to Jude- 1

Faerie Decor in the Shifting Isles of Elfhame- 1

From the Royal Vaults of the Undersea- 1

Hollow Hall- 1, 2

House Greenbriar- 1

How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories Art- 1

Jude’s Birthday Breakfast- 1

Jude’s Ruby Ring- 1, 2

Locke’s Estate- 1, 2

Madoc’s Estate- 1, 2

Map of Elfhame- 1, 2

The Art of Elfhame- 1, 2

The Blood Crown- 1

The Court of Shadows- 1, 2

The Cruel Prince- 1

The Crooked Forest- 1, 2, 3

The Fashions of Faerie- 1

The High Queen of Elfhame’s Ivy Diadem- 1, 2, 3, 4

The Lake of Masks- 1, 2

The Milkwood- 1

The Palace of Elfhame- 1

The Palace of Elfhame Gardens- 1

The Unseelie Queen + the Seelie Queen- 1

The Unseelie Queen + the Seelie Queen + the Queen of the Undersea- 1

How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories Art (in progress)

Book Cover and Dedication Page

Map of the Shifting Isles of Elfhame

Chapter I-Chapter VI Cover Art

Chapter VII-Chapter XI Cover Art

A Study of Jude and Cardan

Chapter I. The King of Elfhame Visits the Mortal World + Chapter II. The Prince of Elfhame Is Rude

Chapter III. The Prince of Elfhame Hates (Almost) Everything and Everyone

Chapter IV. The Prince of Elfhame Gets a Moth Drunk + Chapter V. The Prince of Elfhame Is Mildly Inconvenienced

Chapter VI. The Prince of Elfhame Gets Wet

Chapter VII. The Prince of Elfhame Is Given Two Stories

The Folk of the Air Series x Iconic Runway Collections

Christian Dior Spring 2017- 1

Elie Saab Spring 2017- 1

Michael Cinco “The Impalpable Dream of the Maharaja” F/W 2017- 1

Paolo Sebastian “The Passage of Spring” S/S 2020- 1

Saiid Kobeisy F/W 2018-2019- 1

Teuta Matoshi Duriqi- 1

Ziad Nakad F/W 2018- 1

The Folk of the Air Weddings

Jude Duarte + Cardan Greenbriar

Cardan Greenbriar’s Wedding Band- 1

Jude Duarte’s Wedding Dress- 1

Jude Duarte’s Wedding Ring- 1

Taryn Duarte + Locke

Taryn Duarte’s Wedding Dress- 1

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