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madocsmurderouschild · 2 years

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ok but do you know what the best part about The Folk Of The Air is? Jude stayed human. This IS the main concept of the series and i don't see many people appreciate it enough. SO MANY books have the usual- 'main character waking up one day and finding out they have had powers all along' - i find that so over used and annoying, but that wasn't the case with jude and it has got to be the number one reason why i love her & this series. Jude conquered an entire kingdom, became The High Queen Of Elfhame & made her place in Faerie, all while she was still a human and had no magical powers. My girl worked very hard to achieve the skills she has. She wasn't born with it. I AM SO PROUD OF HER, she inspires me sm and at so many different levels. we're humans too, & i find comfort in the thought that this is what we'll always have in common with her.

I cannot thank Holly Black enough for this.

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absinthemind3d · 2 years

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JUDEJUDEJUDEJUDEJUDEJUDE

A new, short fic with [x] chapters - I’m back friends, after months of NOTHING in the writing department. I would be so happy if you could reblog and share!

Title: JUDEJUDEJUDEJUDEJUDEJUDE

Rating: E for Everyone is hiding those feelings

Series: The Folk of the Air by Holly Black

Characters/Ships: Jude x Cardan

Setting: Mildly set somewhere in TWK/QON, so some spoilers but mostly not focused on the plot - outside of Jurdan.

Word Count: Chapter 1: 662 words

AO3: Posted here!

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Instead of angry stabs into paper, her name was now like a refrain in his head, the most lovely string of sounds anyone had ever heard.

He was obsessed.

Cardan knew this, and yet he didn’t care. He knew it didn’t match with his aloof, devil-may-care attitude about the world, and instead running from it like he did every cursed thing or fairy that tried to attach themselves to him, he found himself embracing it. Embracing her.

And maybe - he told himself in his more cynical moments - he kept running to her, and acknowledging this sick obsession, because she reminded him of being used, being cast aside. Except the cruel hand she dealt felt so, so fucking good.

This was what occupied his thoughts 95% of the time. The other 5% of the time, they were fucking. Cardan wasn’t sure if he was in a fantasy, or some sick, twisted joke world, where he, the forgotten prince of Elfhame, could - was allowed - to feel pleasure.

Not, as he thought often, that he cared which it was.

He also didn’t know what made her run to him, and even though he felt he knew her inside and out, he couldn’t puzzle that out. He guessed it was down to the thrill having power over him, over his body, gave her, and nothing more.

Because it couldn’t be anything more, could it?

That was a dangerous line he, or she, hadn’t attempted to toe.

Right?

“Stars above, Jude Duarte, I love you,” I manage to gasp out right before I come into her cruel, villainous mouth. Right before she deftly takes all of me in before drawing back and smirking, idly running her fingers down my legs as she sits back on her heels.

Her smirk fades in seconds, however, and horror dawns on her face in front of my eyes.

“You can’t love me,” she blurts out, and I instantly turn redder than the orgasm has already made me. “You just love this” she exclaims while gesturing down at the mess we’ve made of my bed.

I cock an eyebrow in an attempt to hide my embarassment - and my slip-up. Of course I can’t love her. JUDEJUDEJUDEJUDEJUDEJUDEJUDEJUDE my brain screams, and I want to throw myself into a wall. “Of course, my most disarming villain, I was only talking about your expertise.” Nothing more, but of course it’s so much more. My brain continues to yell at me, but I keep the chaotic mess of emotions from tumbling out. I don’t want them existing in the world more than they already do.

“Good,” she remarks, satisfied, though her cheeks are coloured more than they should be, and I notice she’s attempting to cover herself when, usually, she is stalwart and prouder than a battle-wizened redcap in the bedroom. “This is only a marriage of convenience, or conveniences, and I will not admit to anything else.”

My previously cocked eyebrow only cocks itself higher in response, and while I am dying to hear how she truly feels, I refuse to cave to JUDEJUDEJUDEJUDEJUDEJUDEJUDE.

My mouth communicates my stupid yearning before I can clamp down on it, though. “Ah, so do you have something to admit? Jude, if you’ve been keeping something from me, you must not. I’ve been told many mortal marriages crumble under the keeping of secrets.”

“Would you shut up?” She commands, slipping back into war general once more. “There is more than one way to silence a disobedient husband, and I’m afraid killing you would be far too obvious.” She begins to shimmy closer to me over the sheets, and I debate whether to give in to what she is asking, and occupy my mouth with her pleasure, or to pursue the topic.

Honestly, what would you do in the presence of JUDEJUDEJUDEJUDEJUDEJUDEJUDEJUDE, when she is asking you to silence yourself with one of the most delightful pursuits in this world?

I give in, of course.

Because I love her.

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