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the-unseelie · 11 months

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the wicked king & the queen of nothing

characters belong to @hollyblack

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mysticmiav · 2 months

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"I recall that your hands were on her, but her eyes were on me."🗡🍷

Warmup sketch and god Cardan is so ugh

(Reference used is model Daniel Millar! @/danielmillar_ on insta )

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likecanyoujustnot · 3 months

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The eyeliner

- by mellendraws

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luardraws · 5 months

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“Kiss me again,” he says, drunk and foolish. “Kiss me until I am sick of it.”

Jude duarte & Cardan Greenbriar from The folk of the air by holly black

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zinniax · 1 year

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But why is this like canon

Credit Instagram yen_mayer

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volddraws · 4 months

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Jude and Cardan (v2)

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azastr · 10 months

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Teasing Temptations

Cardan Greenbriar

Description : Cardan drawing a lot of pleasure in teasing Y/n until she decides to turn the tables

warnings : a bit suggestive tones

The grand halls of the Elfhame court were bustling with activity as nobles and magical beings went about their daily affairs. Amongst the elegant crowd, Cardan Greenbriar, the High King of Elfhame, stood tall with his signature mischievous smirk adorning his lips. By his side, his beloved wife, Y/n, exuded a confident aura, her fiery determination matching her vibrant red hair.

As Cardan glanced at his wife, he couldn't help but admire her beauty and spirit. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he decided to engage in their usual game of teasing. With a sly smile, he strolled over to Y/n, his steps silent and graceful.

"Daaaarling~," Cardan purred, his voice dripping with playful sweetness. "You know, it's quite astonishing how a mere human like yourself managed to capture the heart of the fearsome High King."

Y/n rolled her eyes, trying to conceal the blush creeping up her cheeks. She crossed her arms, feigning nonchalance. "Oh, I suppose it must have been my charming wit and exceptional sword skills. Clearly, those are irresistible qualities to a cunning faerie like you."

Cardan chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, my darling, it seems you've discovered my weakness. A sharp tongue and a skilled hand with weapons—a truly lethal combination."

Y/n smirked, her confidence now fully on display. "Well, you know what they say, Cardan. Behind every great king is an equally formidable queen."

The banter continued throughout the day, Cardan persistently finding ways to make Y/n blush and squirm under his teasing words. Their playful exchanges were a testament to their deep bond and shared understanding. But as the evening approached and the grand feast commenced, Y/n decided it was time to turn the tables.

As the courtiers mingled and engaged in merry conversation, Cardan found himself momentarily distracted. Y/n took advantage of the moment and swiftly moved behind him, her nimble fingers tracing a delicate path along his back. She leaned in, her voice low and sultry, her warm breath tickling his ear.

"You know, my love," she whispered, her voice laced with a mix of mischief and desire. "I've grown tired of blushing while you revel in your victories. It's time for me to show you just how deeply I can make your cheeks burn."

Cardan's eyes widened, a surge of anticipation coursing through him. He turned to face Y/n, meeting her confident gaze with a mix of surprise and delight.

Y/n continued her assault, her words dripping with innuendo and seduction. She spoke of secrets shared only between them, of stolen kisses and passionate nights, expertly weaving her words to paint a vivid picture in Cardan's mind.

As the night wore on, the courtiers observed a change in the High King. Cardan's cheeks took on a deep shade of crimson, his usually composed demeanor faltering as Y/n skillfully played her part. Her sharp wit and clever words left him both flustered and enchanted, a sight rarely seen by those in the court.

The banter between the couple reached new heights that night, their teasing becoming an intoxicating dance of desire and vulnerability. Their words held a deeper meaning, a testament to their love and the fiery passion that burned between them.

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junkokiu · 1 year

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“The disturbing thing about Cardan is how well he plays the fool to disguise his own cleverness.”

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rozie4 · 2 years

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Cardan, trying to get information out of someone:

Cardan, sighing: Look, we could either do this the hard way, or the Jude way.

Person: What's the Jude way?

Cardan: You really dont want to-

Jude, twirling a knife across the room: The worse way.

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gabisketch · 10 months

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drawing of cardan because he will not leave my brain

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fatiguedwithfangs · 2 months

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Hello I drew cardan again but this time better :)

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manikas-whims · 2 years

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a quick sketch of Cardan's lazy mornings in the mortal world 😍

(i forgot about his tail tho 😭)

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grishavrse · 1 year

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i had a massive cruel prince era this time last year and i lowkey miss it 😪 but i finally managed to get the stolen heir from my library, so maybe the phase will come back hehehe >:)

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likecanyoujustnot · 3 months

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Cardan’s letters pov

Part 4: ridiculous

A/n: currently typing this on my iPad that is so old it’s lost 10 percent in 10 minutes. But I won’t write much i want to know if my Hawke-is-actually-casteel theory is correct. Anyway. Enjoy

Part 3. Part 5

36 days.

36 days and no Jude. I’d never not seen her for this long, even when we hated each other.

I was getting desperate. And desperate people do foolish things.

Like go to their families graves.

They were buried outside, in the woods.

Dain.

Elowyn.

Caelia.

Rhyia.

Eldred.

I stared at the stones that marked their final resting place. So simple, the prince, princess and high king, reduced to a small headstone that would be overgrown in a few decades.

I may have despised my brother and father, but no one wants to have their entire family massacred.

I don’t know what happened to Dain’s mother’s. Balekin probably gave her body to her sister, or other unspeakables.

After Jude had been exiled, I went to the courtyard where she had killed him. Said to the guards to do with him as they wished. Dig a shallow grave, feed him to some rabid creature, dump him in the ocean, sell his organs, I really didn’t care.

I wouldn’t be king if it weren’t for him.

I’d be enjoying a life of zero responsibilities and be able to drink and lust over Jude to my hearts content.

Balekin wouldn’t have killed me at the coup, he didn’t know of Oak’s lineage, and thought I was the only one able to crown him.

But I was grateful for Jude taking me away. Who knows how long I would’ve stayed under that table for.

Plus it had ended with us kissing, which was a massive bonus.

What I wouldn’t give for one more kiss from her lips. One more skeptical look as I did something she disapproved of. One more second, so I could tell her what was truely in my heart.

The bomb had been right when she’d said I loved Jude.

I’d loved Jude since we’d gone to school together. I’d seen her beauty, so different to the perfectness of the other women I’d been with, more rugged, raw. Seen the way she didn’t let her inability to do what the fae could hold her back, she was fierce when standing up for herself, when showing the fae- showing me- that she was not one to be underestimated.

And I’d taken all of it, the beauty, the ferociousness, the strength, the moments she let her guard down, for granted.

If she ever came back, I would tell her how I felt, how I loved her, how my every thought was consumed with her.

I placed the flowers on the graves of my sisters. I missed them. Even if I didn’t see them that often and they liked to pretend I didn’t exist.

I spat on my father’s grave as I left the clearing, not even acknowledging Dain’s.

“Mother.”

I stood in the doorway to the kitchen, watching her rummage through the cupboards for food. Multiple family reunions in one day. Lucky me.

She made a sound of recognition.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re not very smart are you? It’s quite clear I’m looking for food.”

Lady Asha was many things, a sympathetic mother was not one.

“There are rumours around court.”

I folded my arms and lent against the door. “That’s not new, they always talk.”

She looks at me and there is a cruel smile on her face. One I recognise as being so similar to my own. “Yes but now there are the most scandalous stories about you and your dear seneschal.” I raise a brow and she continues. “They’re saying you and her were involved in a physical relationship.” I keep my face blank. “Some state you stole her from Locke, and in desperation he married her sister. Others say you exiled her because she’s pregnant with your child, and you would rather abandon her than father a half-human child.”

I rolled my eyes. “She’s not pregnant, I exiled her for killing my brother.”

“That won’t stop them.”

She straightened and walked over to the bench. I noted the absence of food in her hands. “I’m surprised you haven’t brought her back. Might be something you and your father have in common. Abandon your lovers.”

“I am nothing like my father. And this conversation is wasting my time.”

She smirked as I left.

I don’t know why I continued to deal with her presence. She didn’t care about me when she ignored me as a child, a baby who had to find his own way to survive.

If I ever had children I would make sure they never went a day without knowing I loved and cared for them.

And of course that line of thinking brought me back to Jude.

Did she want kids?

We’d both had thoroughly messed up childhoods. Her parents had been murdered by the man she now considered her father. My father probably would have been glad if I’d just died.

We had Oak if she didn’t want them.

I sighed and sat back on my bed. I’d spent so long in here the past month. Wishing for nothing more than Jude to be beside me.

But she wasn’t.

So I would do the only thing I could think of.

I wrote another letter.

Jude,

I love you, and I miss you so much it hurts.

No, the first time I told her I loved her would be in person. Not over a freaking letter.

Jude,

Not even responding to my missives is ridiculous and beneath you and I hate it.

Cardan

I stared at the words.