Jude and cardan fanfiction

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Try Premium. Log in Sign Up. Jude and Cardan are becoming parents - fluff. It's just fluff. I'm back and writing again wooooo! New chapters soon!

Jude and cardan fanfiction

The autumn equinox painted the isles of Elfhame shades of orange, yellow and brown, the warmth apparent even during the darkest hours of night. Though the last forest-green leaves had already fallen from their branches, and were now crumbling between the steps of deer and squirrels, the remainders of summer could still be felt in the gentle, warm breezes and balmy nights. From inside the massive mound where the Palace of Elfhame stood, came sounds of revelry. Fae and creatures alike joined hands in circle dances to bring forth both luck and happiness in the upcoming season. But any reason to throw a party would always suffice. Behind a glass of hazy smoke, the Queen of Faerie sat on her throne, her cheeks red from dancing and from the heat. And though her King was quite busy pulling strings with other courts, his eyes kept straying to her — much to her obliviousness. Her eyes were alight, burning, and he could see that flush cascading down her jewelled neck, further down, down, disappearing underneath her dress. He was exceptionally aware of every breath she took, every rise and fall of her chest, of every blink, every lick of her lips. His fascination continued as his gaze travelled over her heart-shaped face. She smiled at someone — Viviane — and her cheeks flushed again in quiet happiness. He felt his muscles tighten at the bottom of his stomach, felt his fingers begin to itch in a familiar way, and his mouth become dry with every second that passed. Jude panting above him, his nails digging into her waist, leaving marks for him to kiss later.

Cardan rubbed his cool hand on her head, his thumb tracing the lines of her hair and eyebrows. Without his Seneschal he finds himself lost, angered -and eve

This is a kinda like a part two to this fic and once again, dedicated to duarteegreenbriar for the idea! I also reference this one at the end. Buuuutt…some Jude mildly-nsfw fluff before he sees it because I had time so why not make it long-ish. Cardan flopped into his bed, feeling drawn out after an intense day full of arguing with the lower courts. She laughed from the other side of the room.

While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. Please consider turning it on! Log In. Remember Me. Inspired by Bridgerton and Pride and Prejudice, Jude Duarte is the ward of Madoc, and the least likely to get married of his daughters. The conspiring to her bullies causes scandal after scandal, forcing her to befriend who was once her greatest foe: Prince Cardan Greenbriar. This is all the regency area goodness of scandal, chaperone-less shenanigans, and tearful confessions. That's how I see their relationship.

Jude and cardan fanfiction

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I gasp, closing my eyes. Ill be updating them as I get requests or come up with ideas. She recoiled, she'd always had disdain for blood wine, but Jude never remembered it being this repulsive. Jude smiled, and every bit of his mangled heart disintegrated right then and there. The kings eyes widened as he rested his hands beneath her forearms, balancing and comforting her while she sat. The lines of toasts were still going down the rows of folk sitting at the magnificently long white dressed table, in typical faerie fashion. He cleared his throat, glancing at the knife she had resumed twirling into the armrest. His mom, his dad, even Nicasia. While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. You are better than anything, anything I could have hoped for.

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There was no ending to her desire for him. His laugh reverberates through me. The desire to pull me closer. She opens her mouth to protest and then shuts it. Discover now. I imagine him now sitting on that throne with the pout of a child, probably thinking of some good remarks to throw at me. If you do not want this, then tell me and leave me in my misery. Here she sat, with a glass of sickly sweet fluid in her hand and deep fiery eyes brazing holes into the head of her husband. English is NOT my first language. I would if I could". Poision the Water, Poision the Queen. The break was a lie. The bitter sweetness of it all, pushing me down onto the warm water and yet making me feel as though I have wings and could soar if I so desired. Before everything, before every kiss he gave me and every mischievous grin under the sheets, before every playful word — maybe I would have been strong enough to slap that hand away and untangle myself from him.