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“To you, I offer honey wine and the hospitality of my table. But to traitors and oath breakers, I offer my queen’s hospitality instead. The hospitality of knives.”
Jude and Cardan - The Cruel Prince
Artist: @artsiidaisy
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Primroses
Jude x Cardan
Post Qon/Cardan's pov/Angst/Hurt/Comfort if you squint/Cardan is traumatised/Jude is also traumatised damn/bit of fluff in the end
(FIRST EVER JURDAN FIC HELLOOO sorry if the pacing is off and if there are some horrendous mistakes guys english is not my first language☝️ but I'll get there someday ong)
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Several jagged branches snake over a glass window, covering it, as dusk spills onto the High King's sleeping form in slits of pale, shifting light.
But the land, drowsy as it is with the slow rise and fall of his breath, isn't fast enough to stop the cold from creeping in and nipping at his fingers–a troublesome little gift from winter's last of evenings.
He stirs, slumber disrupted from the sudden sharpness in the air, blearily stretching his hand out to grasp for more warmth, fingers splaying out across the bed for the familiar dip of a waist, only to be met with cold, bare sheets. Cardan stills then, eyes snapping open in alarm.
The High King of Elfhame has never been fond of the colder weather. Not only does he find it dull and dreary, he finds it to be cruel too, ironic as that would've been a few years ago.
It irked him then, the fact that there was too much to miss, too much to long for. And It irks him now–now that it holds too many reminders. Of wretched times, of his own year of hollow hands, pierced with the stinging absence of sharp blades and even sharper eyes.
It terrifies him still, the idea of winter returning.
He lies there, frozen in his spot, staring at the ceiling as the branches and leaves covering it start to writhe, coalescing into a dense, panicky mass of rot, sprouting and resprouting again.
Fear is familiar, his one constant, he should be used to it by now. But this...this is entirely separate. A kind of sickness he can't seem to shake off, a bone deep terror, of waiting for the other shoe to drop, the arrow to find its mark, the price of his undeserving head to finally catch up to him.
He doesn't dare turn his head to the side or tear his eyes off the ceiling, doesn't want to look. Because what if he finds out that he's been dreaming all this time–another one of those illusions borne out of plum wine?
That, drunk and slumped over, he's awoken just now to realize that the other side of the bed has been empty all along?
"Jude?", he whispers into the near dark, heart sinking when he hears nothing but the sound of his own breathing. A brief vision of empty palace halls at dusk flashes in his mind, looming above him, echoing with the ghostly voices of distant revels as he shuffles along, moth eaten fur pelts trailing behind his small form. He closes his eyes, allowing the dark to have its way with the unwelcome memory.
It was funny, really. A soundless twilight still seemed to him like a token of his own misery, one he can trace all the way back to the sour tang of cat's milk on his breath, long before the days he’d spent on hollow hall's floor crouching and heaving, finding a detached sort of similarity between his own soul and those terribly vacant halls in his childhood.
And yet, of all the weapons that have ever been used on him, his queen's silence is, by far, the one that has wounded him the most.
Jude Jude Jude Jude Jude Jude Jude Jude-
His chest heaves, straining as the panic fully sets in. He kicks at his sheets and scrambles upright to check, to see for himself because, miraculously, he might just be wrong. Perhaps he has been worrying for naught–and yet.
And yet, a part of him is already thinking: just rip the bandaid off, just rip it and be done with it.
He turns to look and, immediately, the rush in his head goes quiet. The branches overhead cease twisting as breath stutters out of his chest in a faltering sigh. Everything stills, then eases back into place because there it is, silken sheets rumpled on the far side of the bed. There she is, whole and hale, pale light tracing the familiar outline of her silhouette. Must've rolled off to the edge of the bed in her sleep, the chestnut of her hair spilling onto a half occupied pillow, the slow rise and fall of her sleeping form, curled into a scythe of a girl and stars above, could he get more foolish than this?
He uncurls his hands from fists he'd unknowingly wounded them into, watching the crescents buried into his palm turn red. Haltingly, Cardan scoots forward and reaches out towards her. His hand shakes, a whisper of a touch, barely there as he tries to brush the hair out of her face. Her lovely, and for once, untroubled face. He has to be careful because Jude is a light sleeper and any manner of respite is rare for her(and if she is a figment of his imagination—he doesn't want to let go just yet).
Unconsciously, she nestles into his palm as he gingerly traces the hollow of her cheekbone. A sick little laugh crawls up his throat, turning into a quiet sob as he tries to steady his heart. She's here, he tells himself, be still, be still, be still.
Instinctively, his fingers curl around the shell of her ear, thumb caressing its soft, mortal curve. And as his nails lightly press into the skin behind her ear, a hand grips at his wrist, and Jude is bolting upright, taught as a bowstring, shoulders squared as if to attack.
She pins his arm to the bed frame and uses her other hand to push his shoulder backwards. Cardan stiffens.
Her eyes, momentarily wild and unseeing, focus onto his face and she falters mid twist. Her hand on his wrist immediately relaxes, the other one trailing up to rest against the side of his neck, an apologetic frown already crossing her features.
"I'm sorry I–" she sees the stricken expression on his face and stops short – "what is it?"
Her thumb brushes the edge of his jaw and Cardan lets out a shuddering breath, his eyes stinging.The gesture is simple, one he hasn't gotten used to yet, but it is involuntary. The familiarity in her touch has him unspooling.
He covers her hand with his own and shakes his head in what he hopes is an assuring gesture, not trusting his voice at the moment, struggling to collect his thoughts. He knows he's doing it again. That old trick with the mask, trying to smooth its edges over his face. A game of hiding where no one seeks him out–even though he knows now that she will. She'd drag him by the scruff if it came to that. But old habits die hard.
A long moment of silence passes and he realizes that Jude is waiting for him to speak, gently stroking the inside of his wrist, entirely at odds with the smooth, unperturbed set of her face.
And yet, even in the near dark room, where the old wood of her eyes is illuminated only by a thin slash of dusky light, he finds in them a scrap of fear akin to his own–one he knows will take longer than anything else for them to wrestle with and have it buried along with the rest of those who have threatened this fragile peace.
He tucks an unruly strand of hair behind her ear, as he'd been meaning to do before, and presses his mouth to her temple, breathing in the familiar scent of verbena. "It's nothing. You're here." he whispers.
She tilts her head back to look at him, eyes searching, "Of course." She says, lacing their hands together, and then peers around to stare at the window. She waits for a moment while the branches recede to give a clear view of the sky, which is now a luminous ink blue. Humming in thought, she turns back to him and says, "We are to attend council in another hour or two."
"Yes." He answers tiredly, dragging a hand over his face.
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to rest for a little while longer, no?"
Cardan smiles a little at that, already nestling back into the sheets and dragging her along "No, of course, it won't." He pulls her in to tuck her head under his chin, "Besides," he continues, "you'll require it if you have to deal with Randalin today."
At that, Jude groans into his chest and he can already feel the cogs turning in her head, coming up with more ways to outmaneuver the council. He chuckles into her hair and rubs her back, "Rest, first." He murmurs and she hums, sleep prodding at the edges of her voice again.
Primroses bloom along the edge of the bed frame, wilder and whiter than any other.
Right there, with his fearsome queen tucked under his chin, the king of Elfhame knows this too: That no fear could ever be stronger than the weight of her battle worn body in his arms. And even that pales in comparison to the ruthless glint in her eyes for when she wields her blade to kill.
#jurdan#jude x cardan#cardan greenbriar#jude duarte#folk of the air#I’m sorry this is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever read </3
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In a Jude and Cardan choke hold. I am absolutely utterly fucking obsessed.
#hey guys I’m about to go on a massive Jurdan reblog marathon 🤞#riri reblogs#jurdan#jude x cardan#jude duarte#cardan greenbriar
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TO 🩷 ANON:
ILY AND I HOPE YOURE DOING OKAY 🤞🤞
YOU BETTER BE TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF
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isn’t it all about old friends? like everything? all of it?
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that’s so sweet ty <3
also you are too!!
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it wasn’t love. But it was close enough for being sixteen and a teenager. But I’m also not sure what else to call it.
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Yandere Jock <3 (Part four)
ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alden who grins as he sees you walk into the school, drowned out of the present conversation with his friends as he watches you.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alden who feels rather giddy and confident as he strides up to you and places an arm along your shoulders, almost shoving a bouquet of roses into your face with chocolates.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alden who smiles widely, hoping you’ll accept the gifts, in time of it being Valentine’s Day. “Happy Valentine’s Day! Now, will you be my valentine?”
ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alden who waits anxiously for your response and when people whisper in the halls, watching the scene, he grins brightly when you nod and even hug him! Oh, how blissful and warm your hugs were. He loved you so much.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alden who walks with you to your locker, a hand wrapped around your waist as he holds you to him tightly, his eyes narrowing at every single threat of a person.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alden who helps you place his gifts in your locker but when you open it, a few letters fall out. What? He didn’t write these letters? So who the fuck did?
ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alden who almost destroys the roses and chocolates he got for you while shoving them in the locker then trapping you against the locker once it was shut. He’s pretty much pissed. “Who wrote these letters? You should know, who do you hang out with? Who looks like they like you?”
ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alden whose breath is hot on your skin, his breathing becoming heavy as his mind races, his eyes burning into yours as he waits for an answer. And when he doesn’t get one, a hiss leaves his lips before he slams his hand against the locker next to yours and leaves you alone, storming off.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alden who shows up at your house after school, it’s evening and invites himself in. He immediately wraps you up and molds you into his chest, burying his nose into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. He apologies even, for his behavior in the morning and you two end up cuddling in your bed, and sharing laughs, the earlier morning long forgotten as your legs are entangled and your warmths become one.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alden who doesn’t tell you that he’s found out who put the letters in your locker. and what he’s done to them.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alden who just enjoys his time with you, snuggling into your warmth and enjoying the sound of your laughter as his lips tickle your skin.
ੈ✩‧₊˚Alden who never says anything about the person he threatened and even bruised to some extent, maybe even worse. Maybe that’s why they ended up in the hospital. Why should he care when he has you in his hold? He doesn’t, as he laughs with you and kisses you repeatedly, murmuring lovingly into your skin. “I love you. Happy Valentine’s Day, darling.”
A/N: omg?? An update on Alden?? On my stories?? I wanted to give you guys something for Valentine’s Day. I hope you guys like it and I’m so sorry for not writing in a hot minute :((
As always, constructive criticism is appreciated and even correction to tiny mistakes! (Bc I did not proofread) thank you for reading and ily guys!
#male yandere#x reader#x y/n#x you#riri writes ✎ᝰ#yandere x reader#yandere oc#yandere male#yandere x male y/n#yandere x male reader#yandere x female reader#Yandere x female y/n#yandere x gn reader#yandere x gn y/n#valentines day
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Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better
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friendships are temporary, the unhealthy obsession you had with a fictional character when you were 12 is forever
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MEOW MEOW MEOW
hey guys happy (almost) Valentine’s Day 🥺🥺
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PLEASE MORE YANDERR RENT A BOYFRIEND
answering this RLLY late but hopefully there’ll be more of him 😋😋
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thanks for the tag, love! sneak peaks ig but these have been in the works for what? More than a few months oopsie 😋😋
1.Yandere! teacher x ocd darling
Yandere! Doctor x male-patient! Darling
Yandere crush! X smitten! Darling
Yandere arranged husband! Prince x princess! Darling
Yandere! statue x sculptor! Darling
Yandere! Secretary x boss! Darling
tags: N/A ,, anyone who wants to tell what they’re working on 🥺🥺
Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
I saw this on @aemondtarqaryens blog and decided I'd be doing it lol
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Misc Blurbs
Northern Beastie!!!!
Bronze King
Moorish Men
The Salted Sea, Tears Shedding Blood
The Huntsman
Goliath
Here's Where Life's Dream Lies Disillusioned
In the Building: Chapter II
ITB: Whitewash
Fission (Psychotic Reaction)
Judge
Phantom (Angel of Music)
Queenie, You Got Claws
Roadside (SUPERMODEL)
Roarin' (Fever)
Seal Pup
Star Trek
Thought Police
Swan Song (Shrike)
Velvet (Twenty Days and Twenty Nights)
R&D: Swan Song
R&D: ITB
Misc ideas that aren't put to a doc yet, but are written about elsewhere
These are all my WIPs, and now for the tags (FUCK)
@precious-little-scoundrel @elvisabutler @tacozebra051 @missmaywemeetagain @ab4eva @rjmartin11 @dkayfixates @sissylittlefeather @h0unds-of-h3ll @emmymaehereeeeee @steph-speaks @ccab @dilfelvis @ashtag6887 @eliseinmemphis @forever-fixating @crash-and-cure @foreverdolly @venus-haze @foli-vora @uhhhh fuck why do I have so many WIPs?? @elvisfatass @miguel-owhora @you don't know me but I like you @barbieaemond @malarkgirlypop @ronald-speirs @goddamn I think that's it
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no because you were such a good person, you were a good guy. And it’s not like I’m saying there’s no other good person/guy out there but you were you. You didn’t remind me of anyone else. You were purely your own self. You enraptured me in a way where I feel your morals, I agreed with and wanted to have too. You were a sort of role model to me. And I loved you for it too. For your personality, and all that I had not got to learn about you in our short time together. You weren’t like anyone else I’ve met. You were there for me, always. And you always seemed to know how to make me feel better, about anything or even myself, even when I had tried numerously to not drag you into my small problems and worries. You made my overthinking to occur less often, you comforted me, supported me and your comfort was the only one I feel I have been able to accept. And I did the same, or I at least hope I had such an impact on you because I was and am grateful for all that you’ve done for me and I felt and still feel the need to return it. I felt we really were one person, so when you left, a part of me was missing. You were everything to me. And when you left, you stopped feeling the same as me which is valid and understandable. One, you just lost feelings for me and that’s okay. It happens. Two, you also felt you werent good enough, told me that I deserved more and better than you. And I think you were stupid for that. And yet, I felt the same for you, I felt you deserved better than me. You were a good person, you had ambition, you had your likes and dislikes, but you werent perfect. And nobody is. But you made me feel alive. So I didn’t and still don’t understand how you could’ve said that. That I deserved better. But I understand too all the same. You thought someone else was better for me, that someone could make me more happier. I wish you saw yourself like I saw you. And my only regret is that I couldn’t do that: allow you to see the best of yourself. Because really, you are everything words cannot describe. And you were also someone who brought the best out of me. And yes, I will continue to get better but you were someone I changed with. Someone I grew with. And that has to count for something. You inspired me, uplifted me, supported me, were a source of joy in my life. You made me a better person, made me learn more about myself, and quite frankly, I learned to love myself with you. I’m only upset that I probably did not do the same for you. But you were a person who brought me back to life, who made me see more things. And I love you. Or I at least think I could have, learning every bit of you. Either way, even if I did not come to learn much about you, I knew you were someone that I loved in whatever way it was and I will never forget you.
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Hiii pretty girlie!!! How is u??
M kinda sick rn ngl for like I dunno 3 days now I think???
Neways hope you're having a lovely day btw!!! :DDD
sorry about the late response darling, but I’m good!!
but I hope you feel and get better sweetheart <3
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happy thanksgiving to everyone who celebrates it!! <3
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