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/ Cardan has been teasing Jude for a week, and she decided to get her revenge. 

warning: nsfw

His gaze was wild with restraint as I sat facing him and grabbed the soap. While he did not move, I could see his tail whipping from left to right, a cat waiting to pounce. I made a show of washing myself, scrubbing dirt and sweat from my body. I was very aware of his intense stare, the way he grasped the sides of the tub until his knuckles were white.

“Jude…”, he whined.

“You’ve been so eager to tease me this week. Isn’t this fair, husband?”

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I somehow hit 300 followers and I am so, so thankful for all of you! One of my goals this year is to write more consistently, so hopefully I’ll find a groove soon to bring you all more content!

In thanks and celebration of this milestone, I’ve decided to write drabbles in 300 words or less! or at least I will try to make them 300 words or less lol

Here are the rules!

  • must be following me! [ check out my masterlist here ]
  • like and reblog this post to spread the word!
  • send me an ask with the following format: ship + prompt (must be a ship from the list below the cut)
  • the prompt can be anything you fancy!

feel free to send as many as you wish, i’ll try to get to them all as soon as possible! thank you all again for loving my lil blog. i can’t wait to write more for you!

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Word Count: 1,318


“Jude, you totally did.” Cardan said, sipping from a dark gray tumbler. Jude shook her head. She definitely did not almost hit a raccoon. She just wanted to see if Cardan was paying attention.

The sun set low in the sky. Glorious shades of orange and gold cast light along the trees, the leaves fell against the dark, wet pavement like shooting stars. Jude flipped down her visor.

She adjusted in her seat for the third time in the last five minutes. She cleared her throat. “Remind me why we have to go?” Cardan played with the radio, never sticking to a single station for more than a few minutes. Jude couldn’t count how many times she’d smacked his hands away. 

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A moment of silence for Sophie, the mortal girl that Jude and Vivi tried to save but ultimately couldn’t save from herself.

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Jude Duarte High queen of Elfhame

“Instead of being afraid i could become something to fear”

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“𝐁𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞.”

Do you hear me squealing? I, of course had to click this just to show the beautiful covers of TFOTA series. It’s just so gorgeous and I LOVED it so much I feel that I have no purpose in life anymore!

"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. “𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞.”

Cardan Greenbriar. My sweet baby Cardan. He is the most entertaining character with so much more to him than the eye meets. He also has a tail! Now that I have concluded the series I wonder whatever will I do without him! My only comfort is that at least I have HTKOELTHS to read.

“𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮.” 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞; 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. “𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

What surprised me the most with this series was that unlike other books, TFOTA had very little moments and scenes of Jurdan and that left me wanting more but it did not fail to make me fall absolutely in love them any less. The series consists of a beautiful plot with so many fantastic characters that will win your heart or make you want to borrow Jude’s sword to run through them!

"𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲, 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

Jude is the most beautiful, savage and badass character I ever had the pleasure of reading and I thoroughly enjoyed each and every second of it! I love how epic all her ideas and schemes were and far greater was the pleasure of watching her fall slowly but surely in love. For all the scheming and clever tricks she’s oblivious when it comes to the matters of the heart.

My rating for this series is off the charts and I’m not sure if I could read a book in the next couple of days without my mind reeling back to this series and to Jurdan. I wonder if I might just resort to rereading this to pacify my heart. If you haven’t read this already, what are you doing? You are missing out! Go read it and join me in swooning over Cardan.

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CEO AU (Part 8), personal assistant wants to get a little more personal. An opportunity arises when a deal starts to go south.

Part 1 here

Part 2 here

Part 3 here

Part 4 here

Part 5 here

Part 6 here

Part 7 here

“Fifty?” Says Locke, my soon to be brother-in-law and current head of human resources at the Greenbriar industries – in which my fiancée, Cardan Greenbriar, is the CEO of. He’s also my boss, and the two of us are currently leaning against his very sleek, very shiny, super car Audi, watching Locke verbally spar with the bouncer of The Shadow Lounge across the street. We studiously ignore the knock from inside the car, although I do glance back to make sure the window is cracked for air ventilation. It would probably suck if Dain dies before Eldred does, I’m guessing.

“He’s kind of hot, you know,” I point out, holding my very new handbag close to my chest like I’m cradling a baby. As it turns out, the contents in my bag is probably worth more than a child.

“I know you’re not talking about Locke right now,” Cardan says dryly. He folds his arms, but not much else changes about his posture. Not the set of his jaw or the straight line of his lips, not the seemingly casual lean against his car that I’ve adopted, and maybe his sunglasses hide it, but I bet the glint is still in his eyes, amused over Locke’s suffering in front of us and Dain’s suffering behind us.

“Of course not, he’s practically my brother,” I frown. I dig into my dress pocket to check my phone, weirdly hurt that I have no texts or notifications. Of course, everyone who would text me are either inside the strip club currently ocupados or standing beside me. Still, my baby brother is in there and his last call seemed distressed. “Dain might actually be hot, though. Maybe you should turn the AC on?”

“No,” Cardan says.


Dain knocks against the glass, “Come on,” he whines, “I said I was sorry! She twisted my nipple! Is that not punishment enough?” I did twist his nipple, the oddest pure instinct reaction I’ve ever had over a jab.

There’s a tick in Cardan’s jaw, sharpening the angles and muscles of his facial structure and boy do I want to stand on my tip toes and take a long lick. Then I want his head between my legs because that seems like a better place for him to flex his jaw and what not. “Stop,” Cardan says.

“Stop what,” I ask in a daze. This man had his fingers in me not more than an hour ago and my knuckles flex against the leather of my bag, because just thinking back has my body spasming. How is he so casual when I might just combust?

“Drooling,” he says, matter-of-factly. I narrow my eyes at him, but still shoulder my mouth. Of course, I will never admit to him that there was indeed just a bit of dribble at the corner of my lips.

Dain knocks again, “Come on, bro,” he pleads, nearly defeated, “You know I’m claustrophobic.”

“Who’s hot?” Cardan asks, ignoring his brother, and I have to retrace the conversation for a minute before I answer him.

“Oh! Yorn.”

Cardan turns to me, almost scarily slow, “Jude. Who in hell is Yorn?” I shrug and jut my chin towards the bouncer who’s name badge that dangles from a green lanyard is in clear view. “How can you even read that?”

“20/20, baby. It’s called hindsight.”

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So am I supposed to like any of the characters in “the folk of the air” series or am I just meant to be perpetually disgusted by all their personalities constantly, I mean I liked the first book but now 9 chapters into “The Wicked King” I’m kind of just hoping everyone dies in the end? 

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She looks like she doesn’t need him.

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

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

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

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

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

Tell her.

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

Tell her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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