#daddycardan headcanons
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hey um i LOVE ur content!! okay so i have a head canon that my freaky children jude and cardan are super into giving each other hickies and jude will try to cover them up as best as she can but fuckin cardan will show them OFF and be like LOOK WHAT MY WIFE DID TO MEEE like if he’s got hickies on his chest u best BELIEVE his shirt will barely be buttoned
i fucking love this idea, sorry it took me so long to write it!
they love giving each other hickeys, for several reasons
first, they are sloppy and hot
second, kissing each other so hard that it causes small-scale internal bleeding and bruises is the type of harm they love to inflict upon each other
third, it leaves a mark
a mark that sends a very clear message to everyone
jude, though she doesn't like to admit, loves marking her territory, and cardan loves being subjected to it
but when it comes to bearing the mark herself, she prefers doing it discreetly
after a particularly hot & heavy night, she makes sure to wear a high-collared dress the next day
she applies a layer of concealer on areas that aren't covered by clothes—her jawline and the base of her ears
cardan frowns at her. "why are you doing this? are you embarrassed of the mark of my lips, my love?"
"no," says jude, a blush creeping across her cheeks, "i just prefer keeping our business to ourselves."
he cackles. "there's nothing about the king and queen's marriage that ought to be concealed from the court. they expect us to produce an heir any day now. surely, a few hickeys won't trigger a scandal."
jude shoots him a sharp look. "are you familiar with the concept of public decency? i hide hickeys just like i wipe your cum off my face: because the sight of it might make someone uncomfortable."
"why bother?" a lazy smile spreads on his face. "i wouldn't mind going into public with my lips drenched in your juices. i would wear you like a jewel."
jude snorts—the fact that he can't lie yet is able to make such a statement is... oddly charming.
and a little concerning.
as the day goes on, jude's attendance is needed at living council meetings, in the court of shadows, and for a brief visit in the tower of forgetting. she keeps busy, as always
cardan holds the front at being picturesquely lazy, as usual
in the evening, when jude returns to the throne room, she finds cardan lounging on his throne, listening to complaints and requests from a queue of courtiers
she makes her way up the dais, and takes a seat on her throne, next to cardan
he leans over and places a soft kiss on jude's neck, while the courtier to continues her long tirade
jude assumes the kiss is just a form of quick greeting
but he continues
his hand reaches over, palm sliding across her abdomen and hips, while his lips leave a trail of increasingly sloppier kisses along her jawline
jude's face hardens, but she doesn't pull away
her gaze fixes on the courtier and she attempts to focus on listening to her long-winded tale about her cursed kelpie, pleading for a solution from the high king
when cardan begins sucking on jude's neck, she finally nudges him away
"cardan, we have a job to do," she whispers.
he acknowledges it with an offended groan
"your story is dull!" he raises his voice at the courtier. "i don't care for your dead kelpie."
"it's not dead, it's cursed," the courtier corrects.
"well, i hope it stays cursed," cardan sneers. "it's the least you deserve for distracting my queen. now, get out of my sight."
the courtier scurries away, and the next one seems hesitant to step forward
"i'm not the one who's distracted!" jude protests in a hushed voice
only now, when she fully turns to face him, does she notice his loose, open collared shirt, which exposes an ungodly amount of hickeys
calling it open collared is a conservative term—it's split open in the middle, almost all the way down to his navel
the small, dark bruises span from his jawline and neck, through his chest, all the way down near his lower abs
jude's cheeks bloom deep red at the sight
anyone who casts their gaze at the high king—and let's be honest, everyone does—can clearly tell that the high queen has been busy with her mouth recently
jude's eyes dart around the room, and she can see several familiar faces
nicasia is feasting at the dinner tables, taryn and the ghost are dancing together, and her knight fand is standing at attention near the dais
"i hope you're happy," she scolds cardan. "i hope it does it for you. displaying yourself for everyone to see. not a decent bone in your body, cardan. you're truly the worst."
"oh, this isn't the worst i can do," he snickers. "i can show you more, my queen."
he stands from the throne, pulls his shirt apart completely, and pushes his pants down his hips, exposing a dangerously low part of his abdomen
"cardan, what are you doing?" she asks, throat gone dry in horror. it isn't hard to imagine that he will shed his pants completely
"look!" he says with a wide smile. he dips the edge of his pants to reveal a hickey there, just near the right side of the base of his cock
jude remembers when she put it there, of course
but now, everyone else in the room will also know
and jude is on the edge of losing her mind
but he looks so proud of himself
he wears those goddamn hickeys like badges of honor
and jude can't help but find it a tiny bit amusing
and finally, her mouth twitches, in what looks like a supressed smile
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⚔ MASTERLIST ⚔
Welcome to my Folk of the Air masterlist. I hope you’re hungry.
〖 HEADCANON 〗
Jealous Cardan
Cardan loves showing off his hickeys
Cardan indulging in a shameful fantasy
Pregnant Jude, protective Cardan
Cardan humming a song | sad childhood vibes
Jurdan fluff | what if the Bomb didn’t interrupt Chapter 26
Cardan’s tail
Alternative scene: Taryn and Jude meet again
Jude x Ghost
Jurdan’s baby part 1
Jurdan’s baby part 2
Jurdan’s baby part 3 | he’s a charming little devil
Jurdan’s baby part 4 | he hates his Uncle Locke
Jurdan’s baby part 5 | Madoc’s training
Jurdan’s baby part 6
〖 FANFICTION 〗
I do it because I love you | Cardan summons Balekin on a trial, which ends with his public execution by the eager hands of Jude Duarte. | 1.4k words
Tough fucking luck | Post-exile, Jude and Vivi cheer each other up by dancing and smoking weed. | 1.7k words
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#tfota headcanons#jurdan headcanons#jude x cardan#jurdan hcs#the folk of the air#daddycardan headcanons#daddycardan masterlist#tfota fics#tfota fanfics#vivi duarte
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