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talesfromunderland · 2 years

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MXTX Cowboy AU

Okay, so cowboy AU where nomad and horse-whisperer Xie Lian arrives to a Chinatown in California during the period of the Gold Rush. This town is owned and created by the old-money Lan Family, known for their beliefs in discipline and the divine but still need money in their pockets.

But despite the fact of being that the Lans own everything, the town's mayor is one Luo Binghe who charmed his way into his seat of power and does a pretty good job, tho he still spends wayyyyyy too much time in the town's schoolyard, just so he can talk to the one teacher, Shen Qingqiu/Shen Yuan. No one understands how that works and considering that the first time someone tried to stop him, he broke their arm, and when he spends up to 15 minutes talking to the teacher, the office work goes something for everyone, no one bothers them.

Back topic, Xie Lian is a horse-whisperer, one of the best there is by miles. He has an affinity for practically all animals but horses are the much needed ones and a few soothing words from Xie Lian make the wildest beast tame. But because of his bad luck, the people who hire him can only tolerate the accidents up for a few weeks before they are kicking him, giving him only enough money for food and clothes.

So he wanders around, settling life as a nomad with his own herdof horses, his favored steed a white mare named Ryoye. After Xie Lian, she's the one in charge of the entire herd.

So one day, one the road for food and water for the horses, Xie Lian comes across the Lan Chinatown and the Lans, who have heard of this horse-whisperer and desperatly needs his help, offer the job and a place to stay at their mansion. Of course, Xie Lian agrees but after 30 minutes spending inside the-mansion-with-four-thousand-rules, he says "screw it" and camps out in the stables.

The next morning he is found by none other than the Lans most annoying stableboy, Hua Cheng. No one in town really tolerates him, mostly fear and avoid him, and would had probably run him off the first night he arrived but when he showed a talent for taming animals, they let him stay. While not as good as Xie Lian, he could always calm them somewhat, tho never enough to train them. But that was nothing compared to being able to handle E-Ming, a foul, wild beast of a horse with a single blood-red eye that bited at anyone who gets too close, even bullying it until it obey but only to Hua Cheng. The Lans would had also gotten rid of E-Ming the first time he arrived but after Hua Cheng was able to control it somewhat and use the beastly strenght, the stallion stayed.

So, next morning, Hua Cheng arrives at the stables and nearly shrieks at the sight of someone sleeping in E-Ming's hay, the horse calming watching over the stranger while the other snored. And Hua Cheng also found himself staring too because Heaven's above, had an angel descendant? He stayed rooted to the spot for Lord knows how long, until bolting like his pants were on fire when the stranger stirred. Nothing good ever comes out of a first meeting by one member of the party staring at the other while they sleep.

And finally Wangxian. To the surprise of no one, Wei Wuxian is the town's personal clown and nightmare, constantly getting in trouble and making pranks. This are generally hamrless but on more than one occasion, something like a building caught fire and the incident had to be reported to the Twin Jades, the younger one always seeming like a second away of murdering the dark prankster.

(There may have being an time when Lan Wangji personally asked the fastest horse a confused Xie Lian could give him, only to use the poor creature to run down a drunk Wei Wuxian who thought it a grand idea to pretend to be a driver for a bone-tired Shen Qingqiu, who had being too sleepy to notice who was driving in short, it was tense time that involved a shrieking SQQ in the back of the carriage, a Wei Wuxian on his 12th jar of Emperor's Smile and a fuming Lan Wangji chasing after them. Mayor Luo Binghe was not pleased when he heard of the development). The End.

(Hey guys, I hope you are doing great. Power has being a hassle, along with the water pressure, so I am just writing whatever comes to mind before it leaves again or the interent glitches. I still haven’t finished the novels, I have so many books unfinished, BUT i am not writing whatever comes to mind, ideas I find funny, so for when I do, finished the books, I have lots of options for fanfics. I was looking for my drafts and found some angsty ones but I’m not sure when I’ll get around. There’s also the vampire AU that I haven’t decided for...

ANYWAY, I hope you enjoy it, I will keep trying to come up with new ideas and headcanons, tell me what you think of them please! Have a wonderful day!)

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talesfromunderland · 2 years

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Ex martial arts student Xie Lian has chronic pain, which on a good day means he won't feel any other pain ("WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S NOTHING, YOU'RE NEARLY MISSING A FINGER" -Feng Xin, after a kitchen incident) and on a bad day means that happiness is an illusion and only the pain is real. One day, after a bad episode, he decided to take the next day off, if only so his friends wouldn't give him an earful, but after a few hours of staring at nothing, he decided to explore his neighborhood, something he never got to do before because if it wasn't pain, it was his chaotic schedule keeping him busy all the time. So he starts looking at everything with new eyes and suddenly finds himself in front of a bookstore Ghost City.

Despite it's name, it's a rather warm and calming place, existing like a mixture of the woods cottage and gothic library aesthetics, feeling like a true place inside a book. For the next hours, Xie Lian gets completely absorved in the place, taking everything, gasping at swords decorating the walls and feeling absolutely delighted at an entire section dedicated to martial arts. He doesn't even pay attention to the man sitting in a couch by the fireplace, his eye intently on Xie Lian's expression.

Hua Cheng didn't think much of the new customer when he entered, not even bothering to glance up. His interest only piqued when he heard the rapid-fire, whispers of the other man as each and every weapon was identified for what they were and even naming a few correctly, not just seeing "sword" or "saber". No, they were more than just that and the other man clealy knew. So when he raised his face to take in the new customer, he found himself unable to look away. Completely and utterly entranced. Another hour went like this, Xie Lian completely oblivious to his admire and said admirer trying to work up the nerve to approach.

But lo behold, a chance was presented when Xie Lian had taken a ladder to see the top shelf, when a customer below bump to it, to absorbed in their book. Xie Lian, with his extremely bad luck and tired limps, uselessly tried to regain his balance before falling altogether.

Now Hua Cheng may have been the owner of a bookstore but he was by no means weak, all those gothic stone carvings or cute wood statues? All by his hand, precision and strenght the main points. So, quicker than the customer below could squeeze out a cry for help, a startle Xie Lian found himself on the arms of the equally started Hua Cheng.

After that, Xie Lian visited the bookstore daily, Hua Cheng preparing a cup of coffee just like he liked in the bookstore's little cafe. They learned that they actually shared the same apartment building, thought a few floors away from each other, and so also started visiting each other outside of the store.

Xie Lian had being blown away Hua Cheng, smitten without his own knowledge. His San Lang semmed to know everything, from all the stories in his store to all the historical facts about his decoration's styles and about baking. It turned out all the pastries on the cafe were from Hua Cheng's own recipes, who took to cooking when he was bored. His food was divine, even more so compared to Xie Lian's abysmal attempts but Hua Cheng never complained. But what truly threw Xie Lian off was that Hua Cheng stayed. Due to his bad luck, most could only take so much before having enough, even his friends needing certain periods of time before going back to his presence.

But not his San Lang.

No matter how many bookshelves fell, coffee spilled, accidents befell them, he never asked Xie Lian to stop visiting and only ever looked eager, as if there wasn't anyone else he wanted to see more. It was interesting. And so were all the apartment visits, with Hua Cheng bringing either a new fact, book or even weapon of the day. Xie Lian couldn't also wait to see him again after each visit. But what really, took the cake was how he took Xie Lian's disability.

When most people hear "chronic pain", "bad episodes" or just "needs certain help those days", people would either pity or consider him a burden, cutting him off their lives as soon as they knew. And while that reaction hadn't stopped hurting over the years, he had grown used to it, in fact already expected. So when one day, when he woke up unable to move either his left leg or arm and his stomach made in stone, he cried.

He panicked, he prayed, begged the gods to not let San Lang see him like that, begged, his body to stop hurting long enough to get his usual coffee with San Lang so he wouldn't suspect anything and then back to bed for the rest of it.

But knowing his luck, he got neither.

Hua Cheng had knocked on Xie Lian’s apartment door that afternoon after closing shop. While it wasn't uncommon for Xie Lian to sometimes to arrive a little late or even minutes before closing, he never actually missed it, much less forget to let Hua Cheng known to wait for him for X reason. So the fact neither happened had really worried him. He knocked a few times without hearing a response. He was fully prepared to sit in the hall waiting when he heard the thud of a book falling. With all their frequent visits, they had long ago exchange keys, under the excuse that it was more convenient but also for emergencies.

Hua Cheng had expected many things but Xie Lian curled into a ball, crying as he held his left arm and the smell of vomit by the side of the bed was not it. So Hua Cheng panicked. He panicked so much that in his turmoil of whether calling an ambulance or driving himself to the, hospital, he nearly missed Xie Lian finding him and reaching out.

The sight of that trembling hand reaching for him was enough to calm Hua Cheng somewhat. He took it, carefully sitting down in the bed and asking Xie Lian what he needed. In the hour that followed, meds were drank, showers taken, sheets cleaning and dinner cook. All the while, Xie Lian had been under a state of delirium, wondering when it would pop and drop to reality. What was happening around him was better than any of his dreams.

Hua Cheng tried not to pry but he had being shaken to his, core and wanted to know what was happening. So Xie Lian explained, how it'd been like this since he could remember, how sometimes the medicine works but other times didn't, how he had to quit marcial arts after an injury to his left arm had made all of it worst, how he lived alone because he didn't want to burden anyone but it also scared him for the episodes like that one, on and on he rambled, the fear at the bottom of his heart growing, waiting for the moment Hua Cheng's eye fill with pity, gently telling him it would too much for him and they better stop spending so much time together, or not spend any anymore.

But it never came. Instead, Hua Cheng drew him into a hug and said "Gege is so strong. Just the characters from those books: people trying to make it through time".

Xie Lian wept. He wept until he felt he had, no more tears, until the world stop spinning and it was only San Lang's heartbeat beneath his ear. How soothing it was, to be held and protected by another. Xie Lian didn't mind the idea of getting used to it.

(Hehe, okay, so I might turn this into a fic if enough people comment and if I find the time to write, my schedule has being worst than anything Xie Lian can come up with and I am tired all the time but you guys won’t believe how happy it made me to write this. Warning, I have not finished TGCF yet, I really want to and while get to it but please, still enjoy my small offerings, thank you. @calligraphywitch)

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talesfromunderland · 2 years

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Welp, no going back from this one!

Hey guys, I know ou haven’t heard from me in quite a while (I think it was a year?... *hides in shame*) but I come with news!

I have fallen into the MXTX fandom.

I watched the entire MDZS donghua. I read the first book.

I watched the first season of Scumbag System and also read the first book.

I watched the first season of Heaven Official’s Blessing and I have the first book staring right at me.

It’s safe to say that I’ve really... I’ve really liked what MXTX has written here. A lot. So while I won’t be written anything from Hualian or Bingqiu yet (I want to finish the books/shows get a much better idea and view before doing anything) I will be writing for Wangxian and if anyone feels like dropping a request of a prompt, you are more than welcome! (and you may also drop for Hualian and Bingqiu, just be aware that I won’t write them immediatly, or if I do, it’ll be while having no idea what goes one beyond book one and their future interactions, please bear that in mind). (I will not accept request for smut or NSFW)

#mxtx #mo xiang tong xiu #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mdzs #heaven official's blessing #the scum villain's self saving system #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #xie lian #hua cheng #hualian #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #bingqiu

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talesfromunderland · 3 years

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"Some people say that pain shapes us, that pain makes us kind but I don't believe that. Not for a second. I believe that pain is the one that rips you out of your comfort zone and throws you so far away you have no hope of ever returning to who you used to be. What pain does is shatter us by taking everything that dear to us until we are holes. What truly shapes us, what makes us kind, is the same thing as any other: choices. It's our choices who determine who we are moving forward. Whether we'll be kind or beyond cruel. And also, being kind doesn't mean the pain didn't break you. It means it shattered you to the point you wouldn't want the feel of a thousand glass shards in your soul on anyone. It's all about knowing pain and deciding what to do with it. It's not easy and fear some of us will snap again at some point. But that's what we chose and we know depend on those we now hold dear to keep us safe."

-OC

#I think this will be of the first quote-wips I write #I'm still working on them #but i want to practice and i feel this is the best way to both share my work and see if it is any good #original work

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talesfromunderland · 3 years

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Hey guys!

Sorry it’s being so long since my last update, life has being chaotic and complicated, I apologize for banishing this side from the edge of the world.

But now I’m back at writing for a little while and I just wanted to say that apart from some books, I’ll also start writing some fics for anime, like Fullmetal Alchemist, Demon Slayer, etc. Eventually, I’ll write things for Fruits Basket but I’ll wait for season 3 at least before getting into that. Just wanted to let you guys know.

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talesfromunderland · 4 years

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Wessa just being soft and cute at the end of a long day. Maybe someone was rude to Tessa about her being a warlock and will overheard and she doesn't want to but she's feeling a bit insecure and will comforts her? Whatever works for you! No stress 😘

That day had been rough on both of them. Being head of an Institute was a never an easy job or as grand as the Clave made it seem. But it turned out being Head required a lot of self-control, far more than Will Herondale ever believed he had to spare.

The problems came far more frequently from shadowhunters than any downworlder or demons attacks mixed together. Surprise. There were usually the older generation Nephilim, the ones who had lived a totally different life and still believed whole-heartily that there solutions would be perfect for their problems. There were so clearly not, for a thousand different reasons, but they always waved off for the same reasons: that he was young, he hadn’t lived long enough, because his mother was mundane, because his first years alive weren’t spent training, that he obviously couldn’t make the right decisions based on his choice of wife.

The list made him see red every time but it was the ones regarding his mother and Tessa that made him wonder how much trouble he would get in for strangling senior warriors. Honestly, he would buy Charlotte ten million apology gifts for all the troubles he added to her list and ask advice how she had never murder anyone who spoked ill of Henry. Or how she hid the bodies.

The man that had come that afternoon that been no different. He keep criticizing the way they had run and handled things lately, sprouting opinions Will would had bet every penny was making up on the spot to sound important. Still, being the Head, it was his responsibility to hear what they wanted to say and only make a decision once they finished. Even when he knew it would a complete waste of time.

Tessa had decided to join them from the beginning and she heard every the man said, considering every word. Bless her that, Will would had thrown the man out,

Then he actually did. When the man finished speaking, Tessa had pointed out some problems that Will had noticed too and she asked the man about it, he just scoffed and said he never expected a warlock to have a clue of how an Institute should be run.

Oh, Will would not soon forget the gloriously outrage face the man had has Will slammed the door behind him.

After that, Tessa had taken on hiding in the library, to read A Tale of Two Cities for what Will thought was the twentieth time, though he wasn’t complaining. He knew she usually just read his letter whenever she felt down.

Will always hated when Tessa got upset about things like this. They happened far too often and made him want to hunt every single one of the people responsible and a little chat with them.

If there was something that always comfort both of them were books, and Will knew she wouldn’t want to distracted for more than one reason. Still, if there was something he could do.

An idea took place. Grinning, Will bolted from his office and set to work.

It took him about an hour to get things ready and once he did, he went directly to find Tessa. Like expected, she was still in the library, fast asleep with a candle burning low.

The sighted had made his heart do a little jump against his chest. Any other night, he would had been contented to watch her sleep, the shadows her eyelashes made at the little light, how her skin seem to slightly glowed against the flame, the way her eyes would fly beneath her eyelids, as she was trying not to miss anything from her dream. But instead, he kissed her forehead and whispered Tessa to wake up, that he had something to show her. Tessa grumbled loudly, being one who loved sleep a tad too much, and she keep rubbing her eyes as he lead her away.

Sleep abandoned her pretty soon, based at the size her eyes grew as she took in the Sanctuary.

Finding fifty candles hadn’t being as difficult as most people would claim, nor scented one. Placing them around a circle around the floor hadn’t been difficult either. Not the rose petals he scattered everywhere, or the perfumes. The real problem had been trying to keep himself from trying to perfect everything, afraid that a single error would ruin it for his Tessa.

He wasn’t about let her know that, specially since at the way her eyes seem to devour everything, he knew succeeded.

Grinning, he strolled to the center of the room where he threw his arms and he loudly declared he was her Prince Charming, brought to life from her stories by her never ending call. And to pay his visit, she should had a dance with him. Until midnight. Or the entire night.

Tessa had laughed, called him a romantic sap. But she didn’t correct him and she took his hand.

Maybe they dance for a few minutes. Maybe for a few hours. All he knew was it was Tessa in his arms, his Tessa whispering that she loved him in his ear, his beautiful, powerful, strong Tessa who was like her own sun even if there were rays glowing from her body. She didn’t need to. Will could always see it as easily has he saw love, courage, loyal and trust in all the people that he close to his heart and soul.

This is the last Shadowhunters fanfic I’ll be writing for a while! While this fandom some wonderful ships, I’ve felt drained since they are the ones most requested, the ones I have written yet the least I receive. And I don’t want to sound selfish but it keeps growing more draining to spent weeks writing them and no one sees them. I’ll be writing for other fandoms that I’ve wanted to work on for months now. But that is to say, I will not stop writing for TSC forever, just it won’t as common. If you want to read more TSC, there are in the masterlist in my bio!

#tsc #tid #the shadowhunter chronicles #the infernal devices #fanfic #wessa #Tessa gray #will herondale

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talesfromunderland · 4 years

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He wanted nothing more than to sweep them both into passionate kisses.

But that truly was a funny thing to want.

Ghost were shadows, fractions of who they used to be. They shouldn't want, they shouldn't yearn, shouldn't dream things of impossible, that would only bring more pain to their damn souls.

So this want, this need... Jesse didn't know what to make of it.

He knew he couldn't ever tell either them, share such weight. But he didn't know how long he last doing it on his own.

@biancas--diangelo

#ask game #biancas--diangelo #fairthorndale #jesse blackthorn #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #the last hours #tlh

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talesfromunderland · 4 years

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To The Little Hopes.

Everyone has a little wish, a little secret they keep to themself, whether they were human or fae.

Maybe it is part of being a living, conscious being, the need to protect themselves, to hide something for fear of lost or of rejection, even when they're surronded by people they love and trust.

But even than, they hope. Every day, every time, in the darkest of places, those people hope against hope that such dreams to come to life, their deepest desires made reality.

Hope could be as much as a strength as it could be a weakness.

And didn’t the Queen and King know all there was to hope.

When Jude Duarte, known as the High Queen of Elfhame for the last seven years of ruling and keeping the land in one piece, found out she was pregnant, she found herself for the first time in a long time utterly unsure of what to do.

It wasn’t as if she and Cardan hadn’t wanted children. Quite the contrary, they had talked about for two years now. A family of their own. They had never talked about to anyone, not even when Taryn came with her own child and made her inquires.

The idea had originally filled Jude with a juggle of different emotions; dread, wistfulness, fear and just pure hopelessness.

She could always hear the longing in Cardan’s voice, a longing that echoed her own. But she didn’t know if she could do it; be a mother, caring, not a monster that relishes over bloodshed and control. She was afraid of failing, always afraid of failing anything. She was also terrified of telling Cardan. What if this didn’t last? What if she told him and filled him hope, only for whatever the future had planned took it away? She couldn’t do that to him, take the risk. She was a spymaster, she could keep a secret.

Only, the secret didn’t last. Afterward, Cardan only spent an hour with her and immediately picked up something off. He knew her too well. Jude had already prepared a small lie, had rested at the tip of her tongue all day, and when she locked eyes with him, those black with gold eyes that she adored staring at hours with end, she just blurted the truth.

She had yet to decided whether that had been a mistake or the best choice in her life.

Cardan missed nothing. Every minute of every day, he was at her side. He had no fears, not the same as Jude’s at least, and when she told him, hope had bloomed inside him. It was the kind that shone all the way from the soul to the outside. The High King had never made his feelings towards his Queen ever unclear but now not even the stubbornness of faeries could deny the pure adoration and devotion that radiated from him in the following days, like he was carrying his sun with him.

For any other matter, Jude would had possibly scowled, pushed away and told him to get a grip on himself. He was the King. While it didn’t mean he had to his father or who his brothers would had being had they taken the throne, it also didn’t mean he had to go all puppy eyes around her, to show weakness among their subjects.

Yet she never once did any of those things.

If there was something Jude had always hated was being vulnerable; depending on anyone, feeling the need to hold someone. Maybe she already learned different but it made her feel weak, that feeling, that need. Maybe with anyone else she would had broken. Would had crack under the pressure that was her life and duties and would had giving up entirely.

But Cardan. She always had Cardan and that made all the difference in the world.

He was there when things were pretty, when it was all laughs and smiles and blissfulness. He was there were when things lost their glamour, got messy and sad and despairing and much too hard. No matter the situation, he was at her side giving her what she wanted or needed, kept her from tumbling too deep in her thoughts and gave words of comfort after words of encouragement after reassuring she was strong and okay and could do this, the words without a hint of hesitation, believing them from the bottom of his heart.

Never once did he made her feel fragile, weak. Never treated her like she could break at any moment, as she couldn’t handle herself. He was just... there. For her, only her. If she wished to.

It made her fall in love with him all over again, her love just strengthening every day.

And it turned out she was not the only one with worries of their own.

With the passing of months, and with the changes that came with it, Jude began to notice a cloud in Cardan, an anxiety that she could feel as if it were her own whenever he was near her. Besides his light, the hope that still hadn’t extinguish, that worry it was just a tiny spot, nothing to worry about. But it was its mere presence that bothered Jude. She doubted anyone but her could see it.

When she faced him about it, he denied everything, too quickly to be believable. Cardan knew her best than most, all her tics and worries, and she could say the exact same of him. She only had to level a knowing look before he spilled everything.

He turned out to be pretty straighter forward, nothing the faeries usual way to weave words together: he was scared. He admitted that he started to have worries of late, doubts about his abilities. He had never being the best of kings, and while he could accept that he had quickly fixed it, it didn’t erase the disaster that was his first year of ruling. And if he’d been like that for ruling, how could he be any good as a father? It was trickier, he said, to care for a child. And he hadn’t cared for anyone like that, babysitting Taryn’s child from time to time not counting. What if he failed like a father as he at first failed at ruling? Starting so badly and if by the time he got better, it was too late? And how could a man like him with the family he had be a good father when he had barely been a good husband? Barely being a good man?

Hearing each word spoken felt like being plunged with an icy dagger in every part of her. He wasn’t just scared; he was terrified. He’d tried to keep it from her worrying but he could see now he had done the opposite. It was when he started to apologize that she finally felt something inside her crack. From what, she didn’t know but she did know what was one of the things: anger. At the former High King, at the Lady who wanted to above them all, at the princes who had tried to make fools out of all of them and the princesses who had never tried to be better. She was angry at the world for making her husband, the man she fell for under unlikely circumstances, who knew her far better than of her sisters could ever hope for, the only one who truly understood her ever and always, apologize for something that was absolutely out of his control and was not his fault at all.t

Before she could think better of it, she took his hand and place it on her belly, to the seven month swell they both watched grow. Words burn in Jude’s tongue, words that somehow belonged to her and didn’t, like something she could had heard before and ringed true now, with a few changes of her own. They hesitated for a moment, a moment in which she could feel a flutter of movement beneath their intertwined hands, before they sprang free from her.

“We are broken people made whole, Cardan. It doesn’t whether we are mortals or faeries or whatever lines we draw to divide ourselves. At some point in our lives, maybe earlier than most or later, we have a breaking a point. We can’t stop. It comes and destroys us, shatter us entirely. Some stay shatter. Their path to piece themselves together again, to reorganize their lives, to hard. They give up. But some fight, with everyone they have, even if in our eyes that is nothing, and they make it. They take what was broken and make it whole again. But the thing, that many people forget, mortals and faeries, is that we are never the same again. We may act otherwise but once you shatter a vase, no matter how much you try to perfected it, one will always to see the exact places it broke. And that can be a good thing. With the passing of the years, I’ve started to forget but I remember; we have to wear our scars with pride, no matter what they are. Each represents a trial, won or lose, and they show we fight. And to anyone who sneers at them we sneer back because we can say we survived; could they say the same.

“This child will also have their breaking point. They will shatter and bare their scars. They’ll be a child of Faerie and Its Crown. But what will make a difference here, to how it will be for them, it’s us. Because we can give them something we never had. Be what we never had. You may not know yourself at times but I do. The same you with me. We are not alone anymore, and neither this child.”

The words caught and burned in her throat. It had been such a long time since Jude had spoken so freely, spoken the truth from the pit of her soul without the fear of being doubted. They felt as much an answer and a reassurance for Cardan as for herself. She could feel herself slowly drawing itself back in so she made herself keep her eyes locked with Cardan, those dark eyes of his she loved, and say, “We are already a family, you and I. Have been for a long time. We’re only now greeting someone new.”

Maybe it really was adoration that shone in eyes then. He took her hands and kissed each knuckle, like he once did years passed. Gentle and caring, something so very few people knew about and even fewer who knew how deep it went. Jude believed she was the only one.

“My villain, my goddess, my queen,” he murmured, kissing her forehead, and her hands again. “How many times lost would I be without you? Anything you give me, from the truth of your words to this child, is more than a gift. So much more than I could ever deserve.”

That night they just laid in the bed together, facing each other in the sun’s first lights. They spoke to the baby for hours to no end, Cardan drawing lazy circles with his fingers in her belly that made her both sleepy and annoyed since the baby liked to follow the fingers' path with a series of kicks. They talked until the sleep took them both, hands laced together and resting a top the place the new member of their little circle was growing.

And all was well.

For @booklover41802 I am incredibly sorry for how long this took, it was supposed to be your birthday gift but life happened and I kept delaying but it is here now and I hope you get to enjoy it!

Also tagging: @wilhelminacarstairs @dianabarryy @vanillalipstick66 @thesirenwashere @dameofblades @illyrian-bookworm @youve-cath-to-be-kitten-me

#jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #jurdan #the folk of the air #tfota #jurdan fanfic #the cruel prince #tcp #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #tqon #pregnant jurdan #this is so bad I am so sorry #but this has been staring at me for months and I needed to finish it!#Hamilton has being a huge help writing this #twk #tcp fanfiction #post tqon #post qon

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