Happy New Year and happy Stolen Heir release day! What a perfect day to drop this new artwork featuring Jude and Cardan!
LitJoy Crate announced a new bookshelf alley design as part of their recent Holly Black The Cruel Prince collection.
This is directly inspired by the deleted scene Holly sent out via her newsletter after the release of The Queen of Nothing. It's an extended QoN epilogue, time-wise, and one that I've received many, many requests to make fanart for! I'm so happy we were able to use it for this piece. Lots of little details from the scene, and the glowing fireflies work perfectly for this item!
The one thing I made an epic-long essay to include were the foxgloves (like, there was no resistance from LJ or Holly to this, I just was drunk on symbolic excitement and argued to a brick wall about why they should be included). Take a few minutes to look up the meaning behind foxgloves (previously known as fairy’s gloves). My favorite point being that they are both poisonous and used in heart therapy (SICKNESS AND THE CURE, HELLO.) They only appear a scant few times in TFOTA, but it's a perfect motif for the series.
Go check out LitJoy Crate’s instagram post for all the details! Thank you so much to LitJoy Crate for the use of the product photos!
Diving into TSH audiobook tonight! More art to come, until then, happy reading!
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Depraved Thing [Jude x Cardan]
Cardan left Jude high and not dry all day, now he's paying for it.
☾ warnings: sex, oral sex [male & female receiving], marking, cardans a bottom, his tail makes an appearance, 18+
☾ read on ao3: here
☾ length: 1,016
☾ i couldn’t sleep so this happened :)
We barely manage to make it down the corridor keeping our hands to ourselves, almost giving every worker in the palace a show. Not that they could object. Cardan wouldn't either. I would just rather not.
The door to our chambers is hardly even closed before Cardans lips are on mine, my breath quickly becoming ragged as I blindly pull his clothes from his body. I would feel bad for our guards, knowing they can most definitely hear us, if my only concern wasn't my husband in this moment.
His swollen lips trail down my jaw to settle on my neck, leaving evidence of his love in his wake. Gripping one of my hands into the soft curls of his hair, the other into his bare back - I strain to hear the desperate whispers leaving Cardans mouth.
"Jude." He sighs against the forming bruise on my collarbone, discarding my dress to the floor.
Sinking to his knees before me, he continues to trail wet kisses across my breasts, hips, thighs. His mouth is everywhere except where I need it most. I look to where he's bowed before me as I attempt to stop slightly irritated moans escaping me, to see him savouring a devilish grin.
He knows exactly what he's doing.
I glare down at him as he meets my gaze, dark eyes watching me for a moment, before bringing his mouth between my thighs. Relaxing against the door, his tail coming to wrap around my ankle, furred tip brushing at my calf. Gasps escape my mouth as he slides a long finger into me, then another, tongue working at my nerves.
My skin burns with pleasure under his manipulation, losing more and more control as he continues his veneration.
"Cardan, I-." Breath betrays me as I shake against him and go to grasp the door, trying to keep myself upright, despite Cardan holding me steady.
"I know." He mouths against my inner thigh, still grinning to himself. "I know."
Yes. Yes, he does. All day, sneaking up behind me to whisper filthy things in my ear just to see me redden. Or his touch that's gone too soon because of conveniently timed council business, business he's never bothered himself with before, leaving me hot and bothered.
He returns to stand before me, lifting me so I can wrap my legs around his waist, slick leaking slightly onto his stomach. He holds my head in the crook of his neck, stealing the opportunity I kiss and bite my way from his pulse point to his pointed ear, while he carries me to our bed.
Cardan lowers me onto the embroidered covers, crawling to hover above me. He shouldn't be surprised, but a moment of shock flashes in his eyes as he ends up under me instead - being straddled at the hips.
"It was a very heinous thing, what you did today." I whisper against his mouth, refusing to kiss him.
"I have no idea which thing you could possibly be referring to, my wife," He feigns innocence, "I've done many heinous things today."
"Oh really?"
Before I let myself think twice, my fingertips lightly dust along his tail which has come to settle around my waist, keeping me close. A shiver runs through my king below me, breath catching in his throat as I graze the sensitive skin. Gold rims of his eyes disappearing, gaze consuming every inch of me that is bared above him.
"You don't have any idea? None at all?" A small laugh escapes me, as I fail to choke down the surge of power that overcomes me.
I move my other hand to gently scratch down his chest, before inching my way down his body - savouring every piece of flesh I can get my teeth on. I settle around his knees and reach for him.
Littering kisses to his swollen tip, I gaze up to see him open mouthed, breathless, and as beautiful as ever. In attempt to weave his hands in my hair, I take hold of his wrist pinning it to the bed.
Hollowing my cheeks around him, beneath me Cardans legs begin to shake and in turn I'm reminded about the faint shake of my own. His hands gripping the sheets, because I haven't let him hold onto me. He looks so pretty being bathed in the moonlight, fighting his own pleasure not to finish. Just when I feel him begin to twitch in my mouth, I come up for air.
"But, Jude-." he manages breathlessly. I only smirk down at him as I climb my way back up his body.
I release his hands which instinctively come to rest on my waist, I don't push them away. Honestly, I missed his touch even though my skin is alight under his. My hands pass over his chest and arms, mock soothingly, where chills have settled on his skin.
"Jude." He says my name like a prayer, over and over again, divinity on his lips. "Jude. Jude, please."
Pleading with me to give him release. The way he looks at me his cheeks flushed; I cannot deny him.
Gasps leave both our mouths as I slide him inside of me, stretching around him. Cardans eyes are heavy, as though he's fighting to keep them open against the pleasure, intent on watching me as I tip my head back and cling onto him.
Desperate sounds leave his mouth that he tries to silence between soft kisses. As he's pulling me more tightly against him, shocks of pleasure shoot down my spine to my core and I dip my forehead to rest against his.
We're both a shaking mess when we finish, neither of us wanting to let go of the other. So when Cardan pulls me onto his side keeping me in his arms, I let him.
"I am sorry I left you earlier." He whispers into my hair, which he's wrapping around his fingers. "But for this outcome I'd torture you again."
"Oh, I know." I reply dazed, tracing shapeless lines into his chest. "You depraved thing."
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How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories
*Sorry in advance, I was lazy/not feeling the greatest over the weekend, so I'm posting 2 reviews at once.*
By Holly Black - 5 stars
Ok, this was seriously cute. I loved having this little peek at Cardan's point of view, and the stories were pretty fun themselves.
Some highlights for me were:
His door! Getting to see Cardan's first introduction to his door, and then it *trying* to look out for him.
Just a quick reminder of how awful Valerian was. Comes in after a revel, "I might have set one of your brother's guests on fire." >.<
Cardan's heartbreak. And how quick he was at deciding how to handle it - if she made a joke out of it, he would play along. If not, he was done with her. And sticking with that. It makes me hurt all over again when Jude tells him to seduce Nicassia, and he goes along with it even though he hates it.
Getting to see the reason *why* Cardan rode a horse through their class.
Even back then, when they were nothing more than the mortal twins, seeing that Cardan really could tell the two apart. And how quickly thoughts of Jude started creeping in.
Experiencing what it would be like for a prince of Elfhame to try to live under the sea.
The repeat run-ins with the troll woman.
And how Cardan tries to step in and be the one to keep Jude safe. Thinking he can talk the troll woman into agreeing to stop harming humans, which is what he wanted to do all along - approach her together as her monarch, or with a retinue of soldiers. Because that's what they're there for! Despite that, he goes out with a half baked plan, and knows that no matter what Jude will come for him in the morning. And says he couldn't live without her. D: I'm dying over here.
I would gladly take another sampling of stories like these, involving the whole family or just Cardan again. I'm not picky. I just want more. Please. xD
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