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highqueenofelfhame · 2 years

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hello friends! i am so super excited to celebrate hitting 5k with you guys. it is absolutely beyond me that anyone likes anything that i post at any point ever, but you're here and i'm so thankful to have this safe space in a little corner of the world that i get to share with people that love the same things i do. i love you forever.

i want to celebrate! i love doing things like this for bigger milestones and what not so i've decided that since i have a week before i start my new job, i'm gonna do a week long celebration so that it's divided up. it gives me more time to work on the content i'm going to post and means that the posts will be more spread out and not just jamming up your dash.

i do need your help, though!

i want to celebrate by giving you the content you crave. if you're here for lockscreens, submit a lockscreen request. if you're here for fandom content, submit some prompts with a ship attached. below i'm going to provide some prompt lists i've found from all over tumblr but feel free to submit three word prompts (ex: rain, velvet, the color red) or a prompt you've imagined up out of your noggin.

for lockscreen requests, take a look at this for guidelines on what helps me make something cool for you!

submit whatever you want to my ask!!

ships i'll write for: rowaelin, nessian, feysand, jurdan, wessa, cressworth, malide, warnette, and quinlar. if there's someone you'd like for me to write for that isn't listed, shoot me a message or an ask to see if i've read the book and if i have i'll give it a go!

here are some prompt lists to get you started! if you're submitting a prompt, please copy and paste the prompt into your ask. it makes it a lot easier for me when i'm going through my inbox and picking out prompts. be sure to include your ship! otherwise i'll probably just assume rowaelin and write it for them.

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again, submit whatever you want, these are just some prompts i found while scrolling through the "writing prompts" search. i'll probably also do some digging in my ask box and produce some drabbles from prompts that were submitted awhile ago, but i love getting fresh inspiration.

thank you so so much i love you nuggets forever and ever

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destiniesfic · 2 years

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Hello! I don't want Omega Cardan since I think what you did with 132 hours Cardan is Pulitzer level but can I ask for any drabble/one part fic on 132 hours Jurdan as a couple/mates? Post the kidnapping shin-ding?

Anon... there is something you should know:

#as for the actual ask #maybe? someday?#you are very kind #fic: 132 hours #anonymous #ask #thank you!#sorry i am a goober!

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talkfantasytome · 2 years

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🤩 and 📈 for the fanfiction writers ask game!

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Omg, I have no idea! 😱 I think maybe Cassian? I enjoy writing him obsessing and being an idiot, and being a bit silly. I love Nesta, too. But she's so deep, I'm always like: am I deep enough for this? 😂 I also like to write Aelin, who is a bit like Cassian. It would be easier to say if I'd been writing all of my fic fandoms more recently to remember. XD Cause my dabbling in Jurdan shows me I enjoy writing Jude, too...and I can sometimes absolutely adore writing Bryce. So, I guess....a lot of them...

📈 How many fics do you have?

Well...according to AO3, I have 78. Though a couple of those are small drabbles put into one "fic". And I have a lot of WIPs. Idk if it would hit 100 if you count drabbles and WIPs, but it's probably close.

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask Game

#ask box #ask game #emoji ask game

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clockworkgraystairs · 4 years

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So...I REACHED 1K FOLLOWERS!!!!!!! *shrieks into the void*

I am literally out of words y’all, I can’t believe this actually happened...

I created my tumblr maaany years ago, but I’ve been really active for a year or two now (?) and it’s been amazing... Thank you all for the kindness and the love, the laughs and tears we’ve shared here. I’m so so grateful for every single soul I’ve met here!! I hope to get to know you better and continue sharing these incredible experiences for many years more! 🥰

Now, there will be not only chocolate milk for everyone but also... DRABBLES!!

This is actually an incredible opportunity for me to learn how. to. damn. write. short. things. so let’s do this!!

How to participate?

➳ You must be following me (I mean...that’s kind of the entire point of this lmao)

➳ Reblog, let’s share the celebration!! *throws confetti at you*

➳ Send to my ask box ship + prompt (read below the ships I work with and extra info.)

What can you request?

➳ Ships I write for: Jurdan, but I’ll take a shot with Manorian too!

➳ I’ll leave down here some prompts I’m willing to work with, so feel free to take a look and send them my way!!

➳ If you only send a prompt and ship I will choose the context of it (canon world, au, etc.)

➳ You can request for the drabbles to be done in any of my current wips “universe” (Everything I didn’t ask for, Here for You, Hogwarts AU, etc.)

Now, to the prompts!

Kissing prompts Smut prompts

Sleeping prompts Whump prompts

Comforting prompts Domestic prompts

➳ I’ll be taking promts for the next 3 days (today, wednesday and thursday) and start answering tomorrow!!

(if I can do some today yay! but I have to work so, no promises)

► IMPORTANT

➳ Use only the prompts I’m listing above, please.

➳ Send me the complete prompt, not just a number or I’ll probably get confused af and end up doing something different than the one you asked for.

➳ Keep in mind these will be short stories. (I won’t add a max # of words because my mind doesn’t care about that but don’t expect 1.5k or something)

Tagging some people that have absolutely made this an incredible experience:

@slightlyrebelliouswriter23 @sweetlyvillainous @nightbringer @jurdanhell @thewickedkings @demydreamer-otaku-and-book-lover @b00kworm @acourtofbookworms @theoceanfaewriter @aelin-queen-of-terrasen @duarteegreenbriar @bisexual-bibliophile @knifewifejude @the-mithridatism-of-jude-duarte @snusbandxknifewife @queen-of-glass and many more!!!!

ONCE AGAIN, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH.

YOU HAVE MY HEART! ❤️

#tess 1k celebration #1k followers #clockworkgraystairs 1k celeb #THANK Y'ALL SO MUCH!#jurdan #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #tfota #manorian #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #tog #sjm #holly black #jurdan drabbles #manorian drabbles #my writing

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wanderingpages · 2 years

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TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: Song Requests

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: Give me attention/ Are you flirting with me?

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: Cardan’s jealous, Jude kinda sucks at flirting.

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: Please wake up/ You said to be honest, stop hitting me.

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: Jude’s on the verge of a breakdown.

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: TWK AU, post undersea kidnapping smut.

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: Its been a year and a day, Jude has moved on.

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: I wish I could say I was drunk right now.

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: Babysitting Oak, but sis is still on the lam.

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: Fun with Faerie fruit. Based on fanart.

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: Cardan is Jude’s bodyguard.

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: Enemies with benefits.

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: Jude’s sick, Cardan tries to take care of her.

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: Jude walks in on Cardan.

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: Blowjobs 101

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: Massage (gone dirty) (#emotional) (I cried).

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: Vampire kisses and such.

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: “I knew little else...”

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: College AU, Seven minutes in heaven

Serpent & Dove, Lou and Reid: College AU, Reid finds himself looking after his class partner too often.

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: Sleepy morning fluff.

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: TWK AU, Jude is nearly hurt in the mortal world.

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: Vampires like expensive vip rooms in exclusive clubs.

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: Throne sex is not it, fam.

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: Shower Lovin

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: Clingy // Bratty

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: The morning after a non-mistake, she swears.

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: we miss every kiss we don’t take 😔

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: I just wanna get high with my lover and whatever

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: (Spoiler) Jude is not okay.

TOG, Rowan and Aelin: Lewd Little Tattoos

TFOTA, Jude and Cardan: Car sex and he calls her princess. Oh and Madoc's in the mob?

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lynyrdwrites · 5 years

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honestly i need more jurdan smut and i can imagine cardan masturbating thinking of jude while she is exiled

Okay, so this doesn’t fit the prompt to a T... but I hope it fits the spirit of it at least? It’s not as smutty as it could be, but I still wouldn’t recommend reading at work.

Putting the fic under a cut, because spoilers for The Wicked King lie beyond here.

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He sits on his throne and thinks that he’s never felt quiteso bored.

He didwhat he had to do, he will not regret it, but everything seems just a bitduller, without Jude there. As thoughshe somehow breathed life into his kingdom, and without her there, the worldhas dimmed.

Nicasiatries to entertain him, to worm her way back into his good graces, but he isnot the boy she once knew. He is nolonger that cruel creature who was so easily tempted by her lips. He is cruel in new ways now, and immune toher tricks and seduction.

He is theHigh King, and has the island to prove it.

He is theHigh King, but has no Queen with which to share that burden. She is gone, and if he still closes his eyes,imagines what she would say before he makes a decision… well, no one need knowthat but him.

He staresout across the empty throne room; gone are the revelers that he used tosurround himself with, and for a moment he misses them. He misses when he allowed himself to beterrible and cruel, just for the sake of it, and wonders if maybe he can getthat boy back. Being that boy waseasier.

He misses her, and he doesn’t want toadmit it, though sometimes he wakes, hard and aching, in the middle of night,imagining he can taste her on his lips.

He didwhat he had to do, and he will not regret it… but he cannot lie, and he cannotsay he doesn’t miss her.

He closeshis eyes, and imagines for a moment that he catches her scent on the air. A foolish thought; she’s been gone for weeksnow, and even if she were still there, it’s not as though her scent had everlurked around. That is a romantic’sthought, and Cardan is not a romantic.

Somethingsharp pricks at his neck, and his eyes snap open.

“Hello,husband,” she says, holding the knife against his throat just so, and it seems that a stint in amongst the humans has notdulled her instincts in the least.

So quickto murder, his Queen.

His Jude.

“Well,this is a surprise,” he manages to croak out. He clears his throat, entirely too aware of the knife still held there,and when he speaks again it’s clearer, more confident. More like a King. “I believe I orderedyou exiled. One shout, and I’ll have your head.”

“You saiduntil the Crown declared I wasn’t. Well,you married me, and I decided exile wasn’t working for me.”

Cardandoesn’t know what to say to that, both because she’s here, but also because he was wrong. She is different, just a bit. It’s in the word choices she makes; her timewith the humans has given her even more of a ragged edge.

Heshouldn’t find it so attractive.

“Ah, butwho will believe that?” Cardan asks, and he knows the smirk curving his lips iscruel. He wants it to be cruel, for this girl who can so easily ruinhim. He has his reasons for what he did,but it would be a lie to say that he took no pleasure in his choices.

She canno longer underestimate him, can she? Orwrite him off as some foolish puppet King. He rules in his own right, and even if she’s angry, she cannot deny heis every bit as capable as she is.

“Maybethey won’t,” Jude mused, and the flat of the blade runs along his throat. It’s cold and makes him shiver. Or maybe it’s just the look on her face, justas cruel as his, as she grabs him by the hair, tilts his head back painfully,that causes the shiver. “Deny me, then,Cardan. Go ahead.”

I want to tell you so many lies.

His own words are an echo inthe back of his mind, and they still remain true. He wants to lie to her, as easily as she canto him. He wants to tell her that he hates her, and then kiss her like adrowning man.

“I can’t,”he hisses out instead, glaring up into her eyes. Oh, those eyes have haunted his dreams,enraged and betrayed and oh so very beautiful.

He’smissed those eyes.

“You can’t,”she agrees, leaning down until their noses almost touch. “How very unfortunate for you. I can deny you all I wish.”

Thosewords are his breaking point, and he doesn’t care that the knife is still flushto his throat. It takes just thesmallest of moves, and he’s kissing her, his lips hungry against hers. For a second, the knife his sharp, cutting ashallow slit into his skin; then it’s gone, fallen from her fingers as shechooses to clutch his hair instead.

It’s painand desire all wrapped into a moment until Cardan is dizzy with it all. And hungry. Their positions are reversed in but a moment, and he has a brief flareof sanity, when he wonders how she had gotten into her old rooms, rooms leftunchanged from when she was still there like a monument to her existence, inorder to don the dress she wears. But thenshe tugs him impatiently, so that he has to brace his hands on the throne asshe kisses him with a hunger that echoes his own, and all thoughts of sanityare gone.

They havehad kisses, and that one day, where she had come apart on his fingers, andCardan had wanted to do so many other things to her. He can do them now, and he doesn’t hesitate,shoving up her skirts until he can get his head under them, until he can puthis mouth over her.

Her gaspis the most beautiful music he’s ever heard. The way she says his name, a desperate plea, is a sound he’s only everheard in his dreams. She tastes evenbetter than he had imagined, and he’s been starved for this, for far too long.

Even whenhe had almost fooled himself into hating her, he had wanted this. Now that he has it, he doesn’t think he’llever be able to give it up.

Shewhimpers, and clutches at whatever parts of him she can reach, fingers bitinginto his flesh, even through the clothes he wears. There is a pounding, and perhaps the guardshave heard them, but Cardan doesn’t care. This might be madness, but it’s a madness he will happily –

“Yourmajesty, you need to get up!”

Cardancomes awake, his skin slick with sweat, his cock hard beneath his blankets, andJude’s name on his lips. The Bomb looksat him, her arms crossed, one brow raised in amusement. She and the Roach aren’t entirely sure whatto think of what he had done, he knows, but they both still stand behindhim. But she’ll enjoy this – bursting inand seeing him a mess over a fantasy of the girl he betrayed.

“What doyou want?” Cardan snarls, because he’s aching – both his cock and his heart,and he swears he can still taste Jude, even though he’s never tasted her atall. Because it was all a dream.

A dreamhe wants nothing more than to return to.

“Amessenger has arrived, from General Madoc. I thought you would wish to be present when we see what he has planned.”

What he has planned, as though Madocwould let them know what he wants in a letter. But it is like water being thrown over him, and even though it doesn’tmake his erection go away, it does remind Cardan that there is a reason for allhe has done.

For allhe as forsaken; but he must be a High King worthy of Queen. And everything he has done has a reason.

Get up, says the Jude of hisimagination. Not the one from hisdreams, who came apart so sweetly under his tongue. No, this is the Jude who is good ateverything, because she works so hard. The Jude that is his guiding star, because Cardan still sometimes wishesto go back to that cruel, prideful boy… but this Jude will not let him. Youhave work to do.

“I’ll be there shortly,” hesays, throwing his sheets back. He doesn’tcare that it means The Bomb will see him in all his unfortunately erectglory. She’s probably seen him in worsecondition – will probably see him in worse yet, before this is all done. “Do not let them read that letter without me.”

Sheleaves, and within short order Cardan hides away all the signs of his dream, ofhis desperation for the girl he exiled. Gone is the boy, left behind is just the High King.

I have work to do.

#Jurdan #Jurdan fic #Jurdan drabbles #Jude Duarte #Prince Cardan #The Wicked King spoilers #Anonymous

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visd3stele · 2 years

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Can we have a sneak peak for any Jurdan works your working on… preferably a smut one…

not a peak, it's not in any fic, but just a short something I thought about while you wait for my slower than slow burn updates...

minors please DNI, smut under cut

Knife + tail kink (Jurdan is so into this)

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Jude is moving above Cardan, rocking back and forth on his hard erection. His fingers dig in the flesh of her hips, bringing her closer down onto him. One of her hands sqeezes his chest when waves of pleasure hit, one after another, bringing them both to their finishing point. The other hand draws the polished blade of a small knife over smooth, white skin. The pressure is not enough to pickle blood, but the cold touch of metal sents shivers through Cardan's body. The power Jude has, his life at her whim, his trust at her feet, is intoxicating.

She leans in, kissing a path down his torso as her hips buck faster against his, following the invisible trail she made with her knife. He wraps his tail around her body, replacing his hands which shoot up and tangle with her hair. Cardan brings her head to his face, biting Jude's lips when her blade tickled his calf. She moans into it, pecking at his mouth, his chin, his neck. A low groan shacken his throat.

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#jurdan smut #short drabble

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thewickedkings · 4 years

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I have a request. Jurdan fluff please. Like maybe... Early morning with their child... Please? I love your writing

Did this take me ages to get to? Yes. Are we going to ignore that? Also yes.

I’m not sure how much I like this but I’m going to post anyways. Hope you like my attempt at writing fluff 🙈😬

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Jude wakes up to an incessant poking on her arm. “Mommy, mommy, wake up.”

A sideways image of her daughter’s chestnut curls and bright eyes peers back at her. “Stell? What’s wrong?”

“I’m cold,” she pouts, before climbing into their bed and nestling herself between her parents.

Jude and Cardan have trying to get their two-year old daughter to sleep on her own for weeks now, but almost every night, without fail, she ends up in their bed after making up some excuse or another.

Jude tries to be annoyed but fails when Stella buries her face against her. Sunlight creeps through the curtains as Jude absentmindedly curls her arm around her daughter. Cardan lays on his back across her, snoring softly, his face peaceful in his sleep.

Stella giggles against her. “Mommy, Daddy’s snoring.”

“When he wakes up, we’ll tell him all about it, all right?” she whispers back, the corners of her lips quirking. Cardan had been adamant that he absolutely did not snore in his sleep, and that, no, it was not adorable.

“Okay,” Stella replies and snuggles back against Jude. Jude smooths her hair back from her face, and not for the first time, she wishes she could keep Stella nestled here in her arms forever, away from the chaos and cruelty that lurked outside of their home.

She still remembers the day Stella was born, the way the world had shifted irrevocably once she’d held her daughter in her arms, Stella’s soft cries erasing the memories of the pain she’d been in moments before. Cardan’s eyes had been filled with tears when they met hers, and in that moment, she’d known that, unlike their own parents, Jude and Cardan would do everything to love and protect Stella.

Now, Cardan’s eyes blink open, hazy before they focus on her. “Hey,” he says, his voice rough from sleep.

“Hey,” Jude replies, hiding her grin in her arm at his innocent rumpledness.

He rubs his eyes and yawns, stretching his back. “When did Stell get here?”

“Not that long ago.”

Cardan turns on his side to smile sleepily at her, his face warm with affection, and little tingles erupt in her stomach. Despite how many years they’d been together, it never got old when he looked at her like that.

Cardan’s gaze softens impossibly more as it moves to Stella, whose eyes are scrunched shut, her thumb in her mouth. He lifts his arm to run a soothing hand gently up and down Jude’s side, before wrapping his arm around the two of them.

With his gaze still on Stella, Cardan murmurs, “Every pain, every hurt, it was worth it, if it meant I could have this.”

When his eyes meet hers, filled with a familiar contentment, Jude marvels at the miracle between them, and a whisper of a word nudges at her mind. Family.

And so they lie there, just the three of them, basking in the daylight as it fades into night.

Tagging:

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#thanks for the request!!#my writing #wow i actually wrote something #jurdan #jurdan fic #tfota fic #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #htkoelths #drabbles #jurdan fanfiction #tfota fanfiction

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slightlyrebelliouswriter23 · 2 years

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regarding your jurdan drabbles/ficlets!

you’re completely right, making a bunch of different posts can be really tiring, specially if you’re to make a master post as well. but one never ending post also throws away the magic a bit and sometimes people are less likely to read them.

here’s my proposition: what about making a few posts sorted by either genre (as in fluff, angst, etc etc) or trope OR making a bunch of posts that have one of each genre (which is less ideal but still). in case that none of these fit, you could also sort them by similarity (for example, if two of them were christmas related or included trips to the mortal world)

i think that as a reader those options would be great!

gvskdjsk thank you so much for taking the time to send me these suggestions!! 🙈❤️❤️

unfortunately, the problem is that they're all angst and they all take place within a 1-3 month period. i wanted it to be a surprise but, as i'm still struggling to figure out how to format them, i might as well tell you. so if you like surprises, avert your eyes! (you've been warned)

the idea is really simple: Jude, during her exile, also wrote a bunch of letters. each ficlet is a letter to Cardan she never sent because she was ashamed of how he made her feel.

there are a few short ones that are really only a couple of lines, but need to stand alone for poignancy's sake. which, on AO3, will be fine! but on tumblr, it's a little harder to manage.

#anyways. thanks for letting me ramble!#and thank you for jumping in my ask box about this that was really sweet :')🖤#i know i should probably be able to figure this out but it honestly has me stumped 😅🙈#asked and answered #duartesgem #tfota fanfic #about my writing

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wylanvnneck · 3 years

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Hi hi! Congratulations! Can I ask for a Jurdan shot with the prompt in miscellaneous, *kiss post break up*? Thank you 💖

Miscellaneous Prompt #4: *A kiss post break-up that neither was expecting but both needed* (action prompt)

Fandom: TFOTA

Ship: Jurdan

Masterlist | Prompt List

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Jude relished the burning sensation in her thighs as she completed her third round of the massive fountain at the center of the park. The early morning air was cool and the sunshine was just starting to heat up the place, creating the perfect setting for her usual morning jog. This particular spot was practically deserted, the only sound to be heard was the chirping of the birds and the light rustle of the trees and this type of peace was precisely what she needed before yet another tough day at work where she’d have to deal with her asshole colleagues. Well, just the one colleague. Cardan Effin’ Greenbriar.

The thought of his smug face and ludicrous cheekbones was enough to make her quicken her pace, a bead of sweat making its way down the side of her flushed face. Thoughts of his betrayal flood her mind and she wonders how she could ever have thought of him as roguishly charming. The man was a scoundrel, a blackguard. He was also not worth thinking about. She pushes the image of his floppy black locks and dark eyes away from her mind and runs even faster, leaving all her problems behind. This moment is cathartic, it was escaping all her turmoil, it was freedom and she relishes it.

Suddenly, she picks up on the sound of a twig snapping nearby. Out of the corner of her eye she spots a figure moving behind her, walking slowly and close to the trees lining the pathway, as if they didn’t wish to be seen. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion and her mind whirs, defensive martial art positions running through her head. From a young age her father had instilled in her the dangers of being out alone in deserted spots and the importance of always watching her back and she’s now on high alert as the figure behind her seems to be trying to move even further into the trees, still only a few feet behind her.

Thinking fast, she turns at the next corner and ducks behind a thick tree to the side, crouching her body behind it. The wood is scratchy under her sweaty palms and her heartbeat is racing at a mile a minute, the tension cutting through her body like a sword. Her surroundings seem sharper, more vibrant in her anxiety and soon enough she hears the light footfalls of someone approaching the turn. Seconds later, the figure is almost right in front of her, stopping when he realises that she’s no longer on the path. Finally she manages to get a good look at him and when she does she can’t help but let out a shocked gasp.

“Jude?” Standing right there in front of her with a bemused expression is Cardan Greenbriar, her colleague and ex-fling. She refused to think of him as anything else. “What on Earth are you doing?”

“What am I doing? You’re the one who’s been following me like some perverted creep.” Stretching herself back to her full height she steps away from the tree and onto the path to face him, her eyes narrowing and her blood pounding. How dare he act as if she were the one acting bizarrely.

“I-” The tips of his ears turn red and his hands wring together, “That’s fair I suppose. I was just umm…”

“Yes?” His blundering manner is uncharacteristic and confusing. Usually, he was the most overly confident bastard out there. Cardan Greenbriar was the suave type of guy who always knew exactly what to say and when, a talent that made him extremely useful as Head of Sales for Elfhame Enterprises, the company owned by his father Eldred Greenbriar, where they both worked.

“I simply wanted to talk to you alone for a bit but I figured that you’d avoid me at work and avoid any calls and texts from me too so I thought I’d come meet you at the park on your daily jog instead.” The words come out in a fast-paced stream, nearly unintelligible, his cheeks now red as well.

“Let me get this straight, you wanted to talk to me alone so you decided to stalk me at the park on my morning run and nearly give me a panic attack in the process?” She almost can’t believe her ears.

“When you put it like that it sounds wrong!” He huffs.

“How exactly am I supposed to put it, Cardan, that’s exactly what you did!”

“Alright so I may have lost my nerve and decided to trail you for a bit before approaching you. I realise now that that was a dumb idea.”

She resists the age to facepalm. “You think?”

“Look can’t we just put this all behind us?”

She lets out a long-suffering sigh whilst bringing her hands up to lightly massage at her now throbbing temples. “Okay, you said you wanted to talk? About what?”

The entire time that they'd been talking his stare had been trained somewhere near her chin, but now he raises his gaze to directly meet hers. “About us.”

“There is no us.” He’d made certain of that.

He takes a step forward, eyes blazing and she takes a larger step backwards, determined to keep her distance.

“Jude, you have to give me a chance to explain, you owe me that at least.”

“I don’t owe you anything.”

There was no possible explanation that he could give for what he’d done. They hadn't always been at loggerheads, her and Cardan. At least, they hadn’t been for some time until the last week. When Jude had first joined the company last year, she’d despised the overly arrogant son of Eldred Greenbriar, thinking of him as the rich, self-entitled jerk that she was forced to work with.

Then a couple months in, he managed to persuade her to go on a date with him, one date and then if she didn’t want to agree to another he’d get the message and move on. So she’d gone, expecting to hate every minute of it, except that she hadn’t. They’d actually gotten along surprisingly well, he’d taken her to a chill little Diner, not the over-the-top fancy restaurant that she thought he’d pick and he’d opened the car door for her like a gentleman. They had chatted for hours about their multitude of shared interests and drank Carlton beer and drunkenly waltzed together along the floor and it was perfect and wonderful and crazy.

After that they became an item, they would share heated interludes by the otherwise deserted office printing machine in true cliché Office Romance fashion and they’d even kissed under the mistletoe at the office Christmas party and things were going great, until one day, Jude overheard a conversation between him and his brother, Balekin Greenbriar, Eldred’s right hand man and future heir of the company.

She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, she was only coming into Balekin’s office to hand over a file when she’d recognised Cardan’s voice saying her name. She would never forget the words that she had heard him say. ‘She’s a distraction...only a pointless fling....thought it would be fun to get under her skin....you know I like a challenge’.

The memory of those words alone are enough to bring back the hurt that had ripped through her when she had stood motionless on the other side of Balekin’s door, desperate to get away but trapped by her own denial and desire for self destruction.

Now she watches as he agitatedly ruffles his unruly black locks in front of her. “I swear to you, what you heard me say to Balekin, I didn’t mean a word of it.”

“Then why would you say it?” She’s torn between turning tail and leaving him there, turning her back on him for good or staying and waiting for his explanation, waiting to hear his reasons, why he’d done this to her, to them.

“You don’t know my brother, Jude.” His voice, his expression, his everything is bleak and open and vulnerable, begging for understanding. “He takes pleasure in destroying the things I love. It’s a game to him, one he’s been playing all my life, taking away what stops me from being miserable, and I couldn’t let him do that with you.

“Not with you,” he repeats, stronger. “You’re too important. So I knew I had to convince him that you meant nothing to me.”

Everything about his demeanour suggests sincerity and it definitely seems like he’s telling the truth and she wants to believe him, to trust him, she really does.

But she’s been hurt before and she doesn’t think she could chance being so again.

“I can’t trust you.”

“Yes, you can. You can choose to.” He steps forward now, close, so close, unrelenting.

She rises to the occasion and raises her face to meet his, a scant inch between them. “No, I can’t. I won’t.”

It’s a standoff now, neither willing to back down. The sun has made it’s way much higher in the sky and the yellow sunlight is beating down on them, the heat adding to the fire that has ignited between them.

“Stop being so stubborn, dammit,” he bites out, frustrated.

“Make me,” she sneers.

She doesn’t know how it happened, nor how she didn’t see it coming, but in the very next second Cardan’s lips are on hers, moving furiously and his arms are on her waist, holding her against him in an almost punishing grip.

It appears that he hadn’t quite seen it coming either because he pulls away from her before she has time to process more than a tingle running up her arms, his dark eyes wide and pupils dilated. They’re both breathing fast now, so close that they share breaths. They stare for a moment.

Then, with lightning speed she throws caution to the winds and wraps her arm around his neck, crashing her lips to his once more and this time she registers that his lips are soft under hers and he tastes like hot chocolate and breath mint and it feels glorious. It’s only been a little more than a week since they’d last kissed, but it felt like an eternity.

Minutes, hours, or days later they break apart, gasping for air and clutching at each other, neither one willing to relinquish their grip. Cardan rests his forehead on hers and looks at her with a startling amount of adoration and she knows right then and there that, scary as the thought is, she would forgive him anything, including this.

“Give me another chance?” He asks, pleading.

“Yes,” she breathes before reaching up to lose herself in kisses once more.

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I’m not entirely happy with this one tbh, but anyways here you go @franktastic-fangirl, thank you for sending in the prompt and for the congrats!🌻

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#hopefully a bit of fun at the beginning there hehe #drabble fic #one shots #fanfiction #tfota fanfiction #tfota fanfic #the folk of the air #dd writes #send me a prompt #jurdan #jurdan fic #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar

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For Jurdan: “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” I love Cruel Summer so much and I'm so happy that it got taken down!

Thank you so much! I am so incredibly excited for Cardan to get his own novella, so this was especially fun to write. A little Jurdan drabble for you.

Cardan brought his glass of wine to his lips and took a long drag, surveying the raucous revel around him. Yet, no one interacted with the High King. Which, wasn’t anyone’s fault other than Cardan’s.

Since his Jude had left for a hunting expedition, he’d been in a particularly terrible state. She’d only been gone for a single day, but Cardan had relapsed into a monster. He’d fumed at the chef for overcooking his dinner, his tailor for losing his favorite pair of pants. He’d shut down his high council early, unable to focus, and had even snapped at The Roach for hovering too closely.

He couldn’t help it. He missed his wife. He’d wanted to join her on the expedition, but he was needed back at the castle, apparently. Not that it had made any difference. He was useless in her absence. He slouched into the arm of his throne, his crown as crooked as ever, perched atop his mess of black curls and took another sip of his wine.

“You know, pouting doesn’t make you particularly attractive,” Jude’s voice called from behind him as her dainty hand wrapped around the throne to lay on his chest.

Cardan smirked and laced his fingers with Jude’s. “You’re a bit rusty with your lies.”

“Me? Lie? Never,” Jude said as she came around to the front of the throne. Cardan’s eyes perused her form slowly. She hadn’t gotten dressed for the revel, coming straight from the hunt. Her pants clung to her curves and her hair was a wild mess of curls. A soft smudge of dirt covered her cheek. She looked exuberant. She held out her hands and pulled Cardan from the throne. “Come.”

“And leave the revel?” Cardan asked, eyebrow raised. Jude wasn’t one to pull him from his kingly duties ever.

“I’m going to go bathe. Whether or not you join is up to you,” Jude said, turning around with a huff.

Cardan laughed, trailing after her and wrapping his arms around her waist. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he murmured into the soft skin of her neck. “I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

The pair made their way back to their chambers quickly, and lips pressed against lips as soon as the door was shut behind them. Their bath was quickly forgotten as the King made sure his Queen knew how much he’d missed her, too.

#jurdan #drabble #asks #charincharge writes #tfoa

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