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figonas · 3 years

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I Can Do Worse To You

Most would call him a damned fool. Would say hate that strong could dry an ocean or level an entire forest, but The Wicked King knows hatred like no one else.

Summary: A short Cardan-POV bonus scene that takes place during The Wicked King following the Hunter's Moon Revel/Queen of Mirth scene. Set immediately after the council meeting in Cardan's rooms where he asks Jude to stay behind & she snaps at him and leaves. This poor guy is just angsty and pining, someone get him a hug or a piece of cake or something.

Words: 650

Rating: GA

Links: Read on AO3

A/N: This came together shockingly quickly while I was in the shower, and the only explanation is that I was possessed by the spirit of Cardan Greenbriar. I don't have any other explanation for how this idea has been sitting in my drafts for weeks and then in, approximately 20 minutes, came together as a completed ficlet. Bonus points if you catch that the last line is an homage to "hatred so bright it was the first thing that truly warmed him" from HTKOELTHS, though me telling you kind of gives it away [shrug emoji]. Hope you guys enjoy!!

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Give me an order again, and I will show you true shame. Locke’s games will be as nothing to what I make you do.

Jude’s words linger as the door slams shut behind her reverberating through the High King’s massive chambers. Cardan stands frozen for a moment, staring at the empty space she left behind. For one maddening moment he considers following after her, but realizes he has yanked on the bent and broken chain of Jude’s patience enough for one evening.

He’s not even sure why he asked jude to remain after the rest of the council departed. Another command she would hate him for? He has none to give she would follow. An apology for Locke’s actions? He is not sorry for the evening's events, and he cannot lie to say he is. The bent and wicked part of him is happy to see her humiliated. The vulnerable part of him that he spent years hiding from, that Jude seems to wrench out of him without even knowing, wishes he was sorry; wishes he was better than his worst parts. Cardan collapses onto the settee, legs sprawled out in front of him, hands falling together in his lap. He feels the cool, metallic bite of Jude’s ruby ring where it sits on his little finger. Using the thumb of his other hand he toys idly with the delicate banded filigree, wondering why they were cursed to move in opposing directions. Every day Jude hates him more, and every day he hates her less. His head dips to rest along the back of the couch staring up at the tangle of roots twisting across the ceiling. The longer he looks the more the looping coils remind him of Jude’s hair, the way it looks the few times he has seen it loose and unbound, flowing down her back in a curtain of rich brown veined with reds and golds. Cardan squeezes his eyes shut trying to push the image from his mind, but that only brings her into sharper focus. The hard, fierce determination of her eyes, the fullness of her lips, the gentle curve of her ear. Groaning audibly, he opens his eyes and reaches blindly for a drink. Cardan downs the glass of wine in front of him in two gulps before pouring another and drinking that as well. He scrubs a hand over his face then rises, shucking off his clothes and settling into bed. Again he hears Jude’s voice echoing through his head.

I will dance it with my king, who has showered me with so many compliments and gifts tonight.

Whatever you do to me, I can do worse to you.

I hate you

Those words on her lips flash through his mind again and again, like a lighthouse in a storm, guiding his broken ship to shore.

I hate you

The more he remembers the angry fire in her gaze and the sensual curve of her cruel mouth as she spoke the more Cardan desperately wishes to hear her say it again.

I hate you

Most would call him a damned fool. Would say hate that strong could dry an ocean or level an entire forest, but The Wicked King knows hatred like no one else. Yes, hatred requires anger and no small amount of disdain, but hatred more than any emotion requires focus and determination. Without those two things nurturing it hatred slips steadily into indifference, a lack of feeling that is insulting on even the basest level. Hatred as strong as Jude felt for him required a level of attention and care so strong it was like the heat of a raging bonfire, flames so hot they burn a crisp, searing blue. A fire for which Cardan Greenbriar, a boy who has spent his life as a miserable, half-forgotten footnote in everyone else’s story, would gladly throw himself onto the pyre.

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kyn-lyn-blog · 3 years

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Race for the Crown

Okay so this is going to be a story about my interpretations of Jude and Cardans kids. This is not really about them but they are obviously in it. I will put the list of their kids here just so everyone can get an idea that this is a long project! FYI the last three children are triplets and with them being so young they won’t be involved like the rest but maybe in the future I might write something (a little blurb on them as they are older!

Jurdan Kids:

Ben / Ezren (horns)/ Liriel (Bee wings/controls bees) / Aimon (tail) / Elluin (snake skin patches/forked toungs) / Cohlan (tails and claws) / Lixiss / Finnea (butterfly wings) / Finneus (moth wings) / Echo / Echibod / Echian

words: 3025

The intro basically explains the plot but i will say this: It is about the Greenbrier/Duarte children’s fight to the crown and their struggles, strengths and ambition

I do not typically post fics or stories but I am hoping to start, All questions, feedback, and statements are welcomed

There were twelve children, nine chances, eight competitors, three who cared too much, three who weren’t sure, and one who did not want it all. All fighting for the throne and crown. The current King and Queen grew tired of ruling, and many thought choosing an heir would be no problem with all the children they had and yet, though the numbers where high, problems came with every one of them. The only children who were for sure out of the running were the triplets, the youngest who were barley three. Every child had a story and something keeping them from the crown from the oldest to the youngest and none of them seem to have shown what it takes to have the crown. In the end it was decided that all children must be watched closely and deliberately in order to make the best decision. Oldest to youngest every child fought, unknowingly, for the power of the land.

BEN

Ben’s story was the strangest to the people of the land. Some did not even feel he should be considered for the throne due to him not being blood. Ben was abandoned as a child by his father and the queen took him in secretly, having been friends with the child’s father. She took him in at 7 years old and he instantly loved her more than his own family. She showed him love and kindness, while being firm and fair. She did not have a child of her own, so she was often hesitant to officially call him hers, but after the king heard news of the boy, he was elated to help his wife raise the child. The King gave the boy and the Queen the push to officially create and start their family even if the child was not either of their blood. The Boy grew into a man and a charming one at that. With his birth father being a sorcerer, he was able to perform magic the land had never seen. He treated the other siblings as his own even if some did not see him in the same light. He did his responsibilities with ease and poise.

As he grew into a man and a noble, the land became split when rumors of his crowning came to surface. Half the land saw him as the perfect contender for the role of king. He was good to the people but firm in his beliefs of what is best for the land. He dished out judgement in a way that seemed regal and fair, even when he was sentencing someone to death, there was an air of calm finality around him and his subjects. He stood tall, his sandy gold hair standing out against the dark of his siblings, and his face showed no cruelty, but he looked as if he was made to be a king, instead of an abandoned child taken into a new world. The term golden boy seemed coined just for him.

However, there were others, the countering half of the land that fell into the arms of tradition. Him not being related in blood seemed to create a bigger problem than expected. People felt he couldn’t rule a land he wasn’t born in or born to understand. The cursed his name whenever people even mentioned his status to the throne. These objectors weren’t silent either, they loudly jeered and scorned him with distaste. When his name was called at revelry’s and royal events underneath the cheers and praise were the boo’s and hateful jabs. He took them with a smile. He was approachable and while some saw that as a sign of good fortune for the land others saw it as disrespectful and the acts of a common man instead of a king. For yes there was a no, for every good dead there was a twisted scandal behind. Prince Ben could not breath without someone begging for his fortune and attention or trying to trap him into a wrong word or step. When he started to notice the small seeds of him being king start to get planted by the council he started to panic. He knew many would never accept him as king, and if half the land won’t accept him how was he supposed to rule with a knife at his neck at every turn. He decided to take matters into his own hands the day he found out the whispers were growing into assumptions.

Ben knew he would do whatever is best for the people, but he had to keep himself alive and in the land’s good favors in order to do so. He had to step away from the throne for awhile but in a way that wouldn’t make him look like a cowered or as if he was running away. He prepared for the party that was going on that night with shaking hands. He decided to dress in lavish gold and baby blues, With a swirling patterns of the colors on his vest with a white frilly shirt underneath and breeches to match. He wore golden boots that reached just underneath his knees and a gold cape held to his right side with a lion head brooch that had diamond eyes to match the teeth of its roar. He placed the silver ring of a crown on his head indicating his title of prince. The royal family would wear their weapon of choice to these events as an accessory, but since he relied on magic as his weapon he settled on a pair of gold gloves that had diamonds accentuating his fingertips where his nails would be seen. He made sure his hair stood up above his crown, his signature quieff hairstyle on display, the golden strands slicked up and shining. As he looked at his work in the mirror, he couldn’t help but frown. He liked what he saw he just didn’t like how much he looked a king waiting to accept his crown. He had a split second where he considered changing into something less but voted against it. He had already made himself up he wasn’t going back on that now.

The merriment of the party was in full swing as he entered, his name and horns blaring in his ear upon announcement.

“I present to you” The royal guard announced while giving him a wink, she had once set him up with her daughter and still held hope he would find some interest once again, Ben knew he wouldn’t but smiled at her anyway, “Prince Ben, Oldest of the high queen and king, Prince of the court of Mystics , runner up to the throne” Ben cringed deeply at her last statement, those kinds of titles and statement were only spoken by those who have already pledged their loyalty, and he was sure she would be disappointed once he made his announcement and proposal to his mother and father, the king and queen. He heard whispers and saw glares and adoring eyes. He saw the ears of his siblings raise, their noses twitches and their eyes look at him in accusation. They would disregard him soon enough. He kept his head high and smile easy as he sauntered over to the golden dais that held his family. As he walked, he could feel everyone’s gaze it didn’t matter that he came later than the others. The way he was dressed, the way he walked, and his demeanor all suggested he was on time and that everyone else was just early for his arrival. He stepped up to his mother and kissed her cheek lightly. He turned to his father and gave him a fist bump (which Ben had started doing after one of his visits to the mortal world). He took his spot closest to the throne next to his brother Ezren who did very little to hide the distaste from his curled lip.

“That was quite the introduction” Ben did not even bother to look over to his sister Liriel, she never liked being outdone or outshined and Ben was certain she did not like his name being followed up with ‘runner up’ when it came to the throne. She wanted the choice to be unanimous when it came to who should be crowned and she wanted the unanimous decision to be her. She had always considered Ben beneath her. It did not matter, however. Soon enough she’d be one step closer to the crown. As final announcements and introductions of other courts were finished the king and queen began to greet subjects who felt their problems were big enough to bring to the throne. The princes and princesses began to depart and get lost in the crowd of guests and nobles. Ben could handle his drink, he was, after all, no mere mortal but one with great power and lineage, even if that lineage left him to die. Still some tried to get him eat strange drinks and powders and fruit that should make him loose his mind. Ben never minded, he became used to the folk underestimating him, it was how he preferred it so he would often eat it anyway and just pretend to be mad with happiness and giddy joy. This made his nights more interesting and more of a time to collect secrets rather than a time for parties, however tonight he kept his lips and tongue clean. His siblings all had fun with their groups and newfound strangers. All except Ezren. Always so serious. He kept his eyes on Ben a jealous fire in his eyes as ben kissed hands, twirled maidens and laughed with nobles. Ben had always told Ezren he’d be more favorable for the crown if he spent more of his time with the people rather than watching his siblings every move. But Ezren didn’t trust any of them except Liriel. So, he sat and watched ready to intercept at any time his siblings make a fool of themselves. Ben never truly cared however, he could hold his own and then some.

As the party died down, and that means people were beginning to fall over drunk and delusional, Ben made his way to the dais where his parents sat whispering and laughing to each other. His dad’s tail flicked back and forth for a bit then came to wrap around his mother’s wrist. Ben knew what that meant, when his father’s rail started wrap around his mothers limbs, either he was nervous for her or he was getting ready to bed her and from the look on his face Benn had a good idea it was the latter. He rushed to the top before their thrones and both the king and queen looked up in surprise at his sudden rush towards them.

“Mother, Father” he gave a short bow with each greeting.

“Ben, what is this, is something wrong, shouldn’t you be enjoying the revilers?” That was his father’s code for ‘Unless someone is dying you better make this quick’ and not in a ‘I can’t be bothered way’ but a ‘I’m gonna fuck your mom so make this quick’ sort of way.

“Yes, everything is fine but I wanted to make an announcement, a proposal of sorts, to the two of you and I feel everyone should hear too” His mother side eyed him, unsure if his plans. It was no secret Ben loved Jude the most since he was young. When he was seven and first came into her care, he’d sing her name at night and cry when she had to leave for royal duties and no nanny could console him until her return. His mother knew him better than anyone and he told her everything, everything except his plans for tonight. It made since she was suspicious, since that has always been her nature anyway.

“Does it have to be right now-“Jude elbowed cardan interrupting him.

“Of course you can give your…announcement” His mother trusted him, she just didn’t like not knowing what he was planning. Ben smiled at them and his father gave a slight eyeroll as he kicked his legs up on the side of his throne and waved his hand as a gesture saying ‘get on with it’. Ben took a step down from the dais so that he was in between steps. He turned to the crowd and spread his hands gaining the attention of few but not nearly all.

“High courts, gentry, royals and friends!” he shouted merriment laced in his voice. “I, Prince Ben, Oldest son of the High King and Queen” he looked at Ezren as he spoke those words, smirked then looked back at the crowd “Have an announcement, a proclamation for my parents and the high court,” He turned towards the thrones where the king and queen sat, but his voice resonated as if he was speaking to every single person in the room individually. “Mother, Father, all of Fae knows of the rumors of your choosing for the throne, I am not here to throw my hat in the ring, as the mortals say, but to instead withdraw myself from the line” Gasps fill the room and cries and uproars, he feels someone might have even fainted. “Instead I ask you give me another role, a new role, title, that I have made for myself. I wish to travel the lands of Fae, sea, mortal lands, and the unknown in search of allies, magic, emptied lands, treasures and advances. I wish to not own the crown but help it thrive and advance. I swear my service to it and my loyalty.” By the end of his proposal he is down on one knee head bent to the ground. He raises his eyes and sees his mother is shocked but hiding it with a steady look. His father has a smirk and looks as if he trying to keep from laughing meaning he either sees this as some joke or is nervous about what his son’s statements mean. Ben always had a feeling His mother saw him as one of the main royals reaching for the throne and probably assumed that that was what Ben had wanted. Ben just hoped she wasn’t upset with his decision. The room was silent awaiting The High King and High Queen’s reaction.

His father broke the silence with a laugh “Blood or not you definitely got the dramatics of this family, here we thought you were about to announce some coup or something, pull a Balekin part two!”

“I didn’t think that” His mother said with a smirk, low enough only Ben and Cardan could hear. Cardan whispered something to his queen as Ben stayed on one knee. He saw from the top of his vision Jude give a curt nod, and His father stood up.

“My son,” he said with a sigh “Your proposal sounds…exactly and perfectly fit for you” Ben stood up as an uproar went up filled with cheers and surprised shouts. He looked over and saw the head of the guard look at him with betrayal on her face. Seems she realized she backed the wrong prince. “However,” The High King continued “I don’t know where all this talk of crowning a new ruler came from, but perhaps…” Cardan turned to look at Jude then back at the crowd “It might be time to consider and keep watch of who that will one day be, and keep in mind Ben, just because you want withdrawal now doesn’t mean you can’t come back to reconsider before it’s too late” Ben could feel the eyes of all his siblings even the ones who care far less about these ordeals. Ben had just moved a piece in an eight-player game of chess, the piece that not only started the game but caught the attention of the other players. It didn’t matter to Ben; he was taking himself out of the game enough to still come back a hero if he really wanted to, and according to his father, still a chance to come back as king if he ever changed his mind. Ben had all the freedom to do what he wanted, and none of the others could do the same without looking like followers to him, and they all knew it. None of them could pull off what he put in motion, now that it was already done. Ben turned to his father.

“Thank you, I will remember your words as I begin and endure my travels, but for now I plan to enjoy my first night with my new title and status and worry about the details tomorrow”. The high king smiled and nodded, then step back to his wife. Ben turned to his mother and her eyes questioned him while her lips pulled into a smirk. She rose from her throne and stood in front of him and gave him a seemingly innocent hug, but Ben knew better when she pulled him down to whisper in his ear.

“For once I don’t know what you’re planning, but remember this, the throne, this new title, your siblings’ ambition, are nothing to play around with, you’ve always been smart Ben don’t let this battle change that.” She pulled away and looked into his eyes, probably hoping to find some genuine emotion there in them.

“Don’t worry about me mother” he kissed her cheek “I know my place” with that he stepped down from the dais into the crowd with his head high and gold cape flowing behind him, yes, no one could deny he looked like a king that night, the same night he seemingly gave up the throne. Ezren watched from afar eyes secretly filled with unnerving satisfaction. Ben ignored him and the questions of the nobles that approached him and grabbed a drink he knew was supposed to make him crazy with faiery lust, he downed it feeling nothing. He was never the trickster type but he did have his secrets, secrets he would take with him on his upcoming travels, secrets that would only be reveled upon his inevitable return.

#the folk of the air #Jude #Jude Duarte #Cardan #Cardan Greenbrier #Cardan Duerta #Jurdan #Jude X Cardan #Cardan x Jude #Holly Black #The Race to the crown #Taryn Duarte #Court of Shadows #how the king of elfhame learned to hate stories #OOC

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destiniesfic · 2 years

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Omg I see a kind anon has opened the 132 hours door so here I am with my question: What did Jude and Cardan mean by "We'll remember to ask each other next time" when it came to consent for mating? I think Jude said this in the shower scene. Aren't they mated for life.. I thought it's irreversible. Or atleast very difficult to undo.

Sorry I'm an Omegaverse noob here and I'm only discovering (and loving!) that world through your fic (which, in Jude's language, gets a 5 star rating from me— it's amazing!)

Thank you so much, anon! I'm so glad you loved my black sheep of a Jurdan fic.

The little remark you picked up on is just Jude defusing the situation with a weak joke, because there isn't a next time—it is very difficult to undo. But it can also be read as a blanket comment on consent.

Omegaverse tropes vary wildly (aside from the basics) from author to author and in service of their stories, so if you look for more in the genre you'll find that they'll often be different from those in 132 Hours! I don't read much in that genre, but if you like Six of Crows, I recommend the Ballads series by @linearla.

#thank you!#fic: 132 hours #anonymous #ask

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hazelsheartsworn · 2 years

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Hello my lovely Knife Wife!!

How are you doing? I know the holiday season is upon us and it can be a stressful time for many, so if you need to vent, I am an invisible shoulder to lean on 😊

So I noticed in my little info card that you are a teacher 🤩 what grade/grades to you teach, and what subject? Its so amazing that you are nurturing the minds😌

Now I got some basic questions for you 😙

1) Favorite Book

2) Favorite movie/tv show

3) Favorite book trope

4) Favorite literary couple

5) Favorite color

I hope you are having an amazing day and I can’t wait to learn more about you!

-Your Secret Snusband 🥰

Well hello, Knife Wife!

Thank you so much for your sweet note! It’s been a busy week and it’s such a nice surprise to hear from you!

Indeed I am a teacher! I teach high school students and this year I’m teaching world history 🌍📖! It’s been so cool and the kids have really gotten into it! 🧡

As I sit and think about these interest questions, I realize I’m excited for whatever you come up with! ☺️ I feel like I could answer so many things for each of these, but I’ll still to current faves.

Favorite book: “The Darkest Part of the Forest” by Holly Black

Favorite movie/tv show: I just finished “The Good Place” recently and loved it!

Favorite book trope: this is the toughest! Maybe slow burn? 😬😘

Favorite literary couple: I mean, Jurdan 😁

Favorite color: green!!

Seriously though, I’m so excited to hear from you and for whatever you have planned!

#secret snusband #holiday knife wife #who are you 👀

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slightlyrebelliouswriter23 · 3 years

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So basically jurdan only know eachother for a few weeks so far in Fine Line, am I right? 😂😂

about 2 months? i guess 8 weeks could be "a few" if you have a broad enough definition 😅🙈

#asked and answered #em answers #nonnie #fine line #tfota #jurdan #holly black #about my writing

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courtofjurdan · 4 years

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Hi 32.“…And I’m lost. I genuinely don’t know where I am. Please help.” For Jurdan or Nessian

Thanks for sending one in!!

(This is my first nessian fic btw!!)

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Nesta decided she wanted to go on a hike. It was warm and sunny and she just wanted to get stuff off her mind.

She went up to the Illyrian mountains to the hiking paths up there. She was going to invite her sisters to come but then thought differently because inviting them meant their husbands, Rhys and Az, would also come.

She had nothing against Rhys and Az, they just reminded her of their brother, Cassian. And she didn’t want to think about him.

She got up to the trails at about 11 o’clock in the morning. She just started on a trail. She didn’t necessarily know where it headed, didn’t know where it led to. She put her earbuds in and started listening to music.

Hiking was therapeutic for her. Right now she is having mixed feelings about her ex-boyfriend, Cassian. She loved him, but it almost felt like a one sided relationship. He showed so much affection to her that she didn’t know what to do so she thought it would be best for him to just dump him.

She never saw a sad emotion on his face until that day. It cracked her heart in two. She didn’t want to hurt him, she just couldn't give him everything he deserved. And the guilt rode on her for this. She wouldn’t admit it but it did.

She decided to take a little course off the main path. Nobody was on it, she could think better without people surrounding her.

Nesta fell her hardest without Cass. She started drinking, heavily drinking. She drank so much once she got alcohol poisoning. At which point, her sisters convinced her to get help. She needed it, she knew it. She got help and hasn’t drank for about 2 months.

Her psychologist told her to do something healthy for her stress and brokenness in place of alcohol. That’s where hiking came into place. She usually stays on the main paths but today she’s feeling a bit more adventurous.

She takes many different little paths until she realizes the sun setting. She decides she’s going to turn around and go back. She’s not quite sure where she is but I mean it can’t be that hard to find her way back, can it?

She starts to worry when she really has no idea where she is and nobody is around. She starts to panic. She gets her phone out and tries to call her sister but realizes there is no service. She walks and walks and walks until she finally has one bar. She recalls her sister, Feyre.

She doesn’t answer.

She starts to really panic. It’s dark now and she won’t answer. The tears start to clog her eyes. She decides to call Cassian. She knows he would answer. No matter how mad he is at her.

To her luck he answers, “Hello.” He says confused.

Nesta through her thick voice of emotion, “Cassian?”

“Nes, what’s wrong?”

“I-I went hiking and I’m lost. I genuinely don’t know where I am. Please help.”

“Oh okay. Stay where you're at. Don’t move, I'm coming to get you.”

He used find my iPhone to find her. She sat on the dirty ground in her Nike shorts and tank top. She was starting to get cold as it got later onto the night. She really thought Cass was not going to find her and she was just going to have to sleep on the trail until she heard a deep voice.

“Nesta!”

In a shivering voice she called out, “I’m here!”

She saw him and ran towards him. He put his arms around her in a tight embrace. She tried not to let the left over panic tears fall out of her eyes but one betrayed her. Unfortunately, Cass' keen eyes saw it.

“Are you okay?” He sounded genuinely worried.

“I’m fine. I’m just cold.”

“Okay let’s get you back down the trail.”

She was indeed very far off from the main trail everyone usually stays on. It would have taken her all night to find her way back down.

She got into his car, her car forgotten, and he drove back to his apartment. Once in, he made tea and got her a blanket.

He knew about her alcoholism from Feyre. Nesta didn’t want him to know how much his lack of not being with her affected her but he knew.

So very tentatively he asked, “How have you been?”

“Good. You?”

“As about as good as I can be without you.”

Nesta quickly looked up at him. Surprised. He missed her? “What?”

“Nes, I’ve missed you so much. I miss your voice, your occasional smile and laughter, I just miss you being here with me.”

“You actually miss me?”

“Gosh, yes. You're on my mind every minute of every day.”

She just stared at him. She couldn’t believe that he basically was saying that he still wanted her after all that she’s done. He still misses her. Still loved her.

Cassian got up and sat next to her. He caressed her face with his hands and looked into those blue-gray eyes and asked, “Can I?”

She didn’t have to know what “Can I” meant. She knew. He slammed his lips onto hers. It was passionate. Something they both were desperately in need of. She missed him. His scent. His taste.

Cassian picked her up off the couch without breaking off the kiss and brought her to his bedroom. The kiss only broke when he laid her down on the bed.

With desperation in his eyes, he asked, “Do you want to do this, Nesta?”

“Will you give me a second chance?”

He put his lips back onto hers. That was her answer. From this day forward, she didn’t have to go to therapy, she had Cassian to talk to. She never had to go hiking alone, Cassian always went with her. She didn’t have to feel like she was nothing, because Cassian made her his whole world.

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I’m not sure if people want to be tagged in all my fics or just my Jurdan fic so if you would like to be tagged in all or just a certain ship, let me know

Tag list:

@newwifeyy @aelin-queen-of-terrasen @afexiss @roseygirl25 @mi-mavencalories @spideygirlstuff @deargreenbriar @b00kworm @thequeenofeveything @munchycow @aesthetics-11 @booksrmee @akaloto @hauntedfreakdeputyhero @hurema @dorkzrul @curlyredqueen06

#nessian #nesta #cassian #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #nesta archeron

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miladymcnugget · 4 years

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Oriana: Guys, a virus just got on our server and sent all of us an email of everyone’s search histories

Oriana: Check this out, Jude searched the internet for ‘undiscovered muscle’

Jude: I was working out and and saw a muscle in my shoulder I’d never seen before. I thought it might’ve been a scientific discovery

Oriana: Listen to this, Locke searched “what’s a basic bitch boy and why does everyone keep calling me that?”

Locke: Can people stop with that?! I am NOT basic goddamnit. I AM PRACTICALLY THE PROTAGONIST OF THIS STORY! WORSHIP ME!

Vivi: Awh... Does basic bitch boy need attention?

Locke: You’re one to talk! You googled “Does Mike Wazowski wink or blink?”

Vivi: Top ten questions science still can’t answer

Taryn: Why are all of Cardan’s searches alcohol based?

Taryn: “How many shots until I like my arch nemesis?” “How many shots until death?”

Cardan: Mortal-That’s-Not-Jude, I don’t know what you think you saw, but I meant shots of water. It’s important to stay hydrated.

Cardan: What’s more concerning than my alcoholism is Nicasia’s obsession with me

Cardan: Seriously? “Cardan Lovers Anonymous” “How to get a king back you cheated on?”

Nicasia: Do you really want to go there right now? Don’t make me expose your ass

Cardan: I’m so sorry my precious ambassador please stop talking I’ll totally take you back

Nicasia: Let’s see here... “Is it weird to want to hold your enemies hand” “Jude Duarte abs” “Jurdan Top Cardan one shot”

Cardan: *Dying inside* Jude, my darling villain, actually funny story, that was a uhm... typo

Jude: Bold of you to assume you’d top

#the cruel prince #the wicked king #queen of nothing #tfota #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #locke #nicasia #taryn duarte #vivi duarte

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k6zz · 3 years

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May 5th 2021

nun much to it. today is just like any other boring day. i woke up at 5 am like i usually do and got ready for school. on the bright side we got to learn some archery in 1st period. it’s 1:50 pm and i haven’t eaten breakfast or lunch yet but, that’s mostly because the food here is shit. currently im just vibin in 5th period waiting for the next one to start so i can get closer to the school day ending

song of the day (song i’m currently listening to basically)

#Spotify

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creampuffqueen · 4 years

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Fic Request Guidelines (requests closed)

Hello all my lovelies!! I’m here just to let you guys know about what I’ll write!

Basics:

- I hold the right to refuse any request. If I don’t do the request I’ll give you a reason, but that may range from “I just don’t like this ship/character” to “this is a toxic ship/idea”

- I not take smut/sexual requests. I write 18+ stuff, but that is specifically for my personal WIPs, and not something I’m willing to do often

- It may take a while for me to get to your request! I try my hardest to do them in the order they were requested, but sometimes I get stumped with one and want to do another instead. Unless I’ve stated I won’t do it, please know that I am working on your request and will get it out as soon as I can!

Fandoms/Ships:

(sorry this is so long, but I have a lot of fandoms and a lot of ships)

- Throne of Glass

Rowaelin

Elorcan

Manorian

Choarene

Lysaedion

Nestaq

Any of my Gen 2 characters

- A Court of Thorns and Roses

Feysand

Nessian

Elriel

Any of my Gen 2 characters

- The Lunar Chronicles

Kaider

Wolflet

Cresswell

Jacinter

Any of my Gen 2 characters

- Renegades

Nodrian

Osby

Danissa

Humon

Any of my Gen 2 characters

- Six of Crows

Kanej

Wesper

Helnik

Any of my Gen 2 characters

- The Cruel Prince

Jurdan

- Avatar: The Last Airbender

Kataang

Sukka

Maiko

Original child characters + canon child characters

- The Legend of Korra

Korrasami

Bopal

Wuko

Kainora

Pemzin

Any of my Gen 2 characters

(I know I make a lot of gen 2 characters. it’s kinda my thing)

When requests are open, feel free to request for any of the fandoms or ships listed!

#throne of glass #acotar #sarah j maas #the lunar chronicles #renegades #marissa meyer #six of crows #leigh bardugo #the cruel prince #holly black #avatar the last airbender #atla #the legend of korra #tlok #mal writes stuff

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acciomanorian · 3 years

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hello! it's your secret snusband 🐍 i'm mainly a fic writer, so i am thrilled to be gifting you a jurdan fic this year. what kinds of fic do you like? fluff or angst? canon or au? do you have any favorite fics i could take a peek at (your own or other people's)? 👀 also, i love your url. i just finished addie larue a couple of weeks ago! such a beautiful beautiful book.

Ahskdldj hello snusband!! Im so excited!! I basically love any and every kind of fic. I like to torture mysef though, so angst is kinda my preference, but i also love some fluff to ballence it out! As far as fav fics, i love almost all of the fics I come across!! You can peak over at my masterlist though, if you want. I know i have a few jurdans over there.

Also addie larue is amazing and im so glad that you liked the book!! It definitely was one of my favorites from this year!

#secret susband

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abruisedmuse · 4 years

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13, 48

Ma'am I am honored you asked 🥺🥰

13. What is your planning process? For fanfics usually I have a general idea and then write out a basic plot. For the most part I can come up with a story from being to end. Doing mainly one shots this is easy. For multi chapters, after I have the general idea I try to break it down into sections, beginning, middle/climax, ending.

Then I breakdown each section into chapters, focusing on one main point per part. Being a panster I try to keep things vague, sometimes my muse likes to change things up. Whether thats locations or character A doing something Character B was suppose to. Although to be fair I'm sure plotters suffer this as well. Muses are fickle creatures after all.

I also tend to make notes on anything I need to research. And that's about it for fan fics 💙

48. What is your favorite sentence that you’ve used in a fanfic? Ooooh um...

"Think of the way she kisses me, with such fire and intensity, that it could be either poison in my veins or the cure to my blackened soul." - Jurdan fic, A fast food savior

I like this one too

"I once had a porcelain girl's dream"- Theonsa fic, White Blood

Thank you so much for the ask ❤❤

Ask me fic things

#fic asks #answered #colubrina

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inkandpapermagic · 5 years

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Analysis of that Queen of Nothing Epigraph

So I downloaded the Queen of Nothing sample on iBooks, and when I read the epigraph for the first time, I think I blacked out a little. After I had recovered, I googled the rest of it, and basically, “Elfin Song” by Edmund Clarence Stedman is a Jurdan Anthem and may or may not foreshadow all the events of Queen of Nothing (or maybe I’m just reading waaaay too much into this, but y’all, read this poem.

Here is the full poem:

What if there be a fated day

When the Faery Isle shall pass away,

And its beautiful groves and fountains seem

The myths of a long, delicious dream!

A century's joys shall first repay

Our hearts, for the evil of that day;

And the Elfin-King has sworn to wed

A daughter of Earth, whose child shall be,

By cross and water hallowe'd,

From the fairies' doom forever free.

What if there be a fated day!

It is far away! it is far away!

Maiden, fair Maiden, I, who sing

Of this summer isle am the island King.

I KNOW, RIGHT? Let’s break it down real smooth.

What if there be a fated day

When the Faery Isle shall pass away,

And its beautiful groves and fountains seem

The myths of a long, delicious dream!

Could it be? Would Holly really blow up the machine like this? *hyperventilates*

I can’t imagine Faerie disappearing altogether, but the poem seems pretty straightforward. I’ve mentioned before my theory that Jude and Carden may permanently find themselves in the mortal world. Perhaps Faerie does not truly “pass away” but Jude and Cardan simply leave it, and in time, it becomes a “delicious dream.” I really hope this isn’t true, because I want to see those crazy kids ruling Faerie forever, but the alternative is that Faerie “passes away” in the literal sense, and someone or something just destroys it (giant snake Cardan? I’ve started trying to work that theory into everything because I believe so much in snakegate).

Also: if Faerie WAS destroyed, that really would make Jude the Queen of Nothing.

A century's joys shall first repay

Our hearts, for the evil of that day;

And the Elfin-King has sworn to wed

A daughter of Earth

Sometimes I forget for 2.5 seconds of my day that Jude and Cardan are married and then it hits me all over again and I start cryin in the club. So thanks to this poem for stirring that up again.

A daughter of Earth, whose child shall be,

A daughter of Earth whose child shall be

A daughter of Earth whose child

Whose child

WHOSE CHILD

Things I need in my life more than a Jurdan baby:

A. Nothing

B. Also Nothing

C. A & B

Now I’m sobbing imagining Jude and Cardan’s future child. I think I need to go write a fanfiction about a Faerie gender reveal party where Jude cuts the reveal cake open with a sword or something.

A daughter of Earth, whose child shall be,

By cross and water hallowe'd,

From the fairies' doom forever free.

“As a child, I imagined returning to the mortal world. Taryn and Vivi and I would rehash what it was like there… I longed for the mundane things: the smell of hot asphalt, the swag of wires between streetlights, the jingles of commercials.” (Queen of Nothing, page 2).

Jude’s childhood was stolen, and she was condemned to the “faerie’s doom.” She grew up afraid, and although she came to love Faerie, the trauma of her childhood haunts her.

So it stands to reason that Jude might want, for her child, a life free from the cruelty of the Folk.

It could go the other way, though. Maybe, through the destruction of Faerie, Jude and Cardan’s child would find his or herself free from the “faerie’s doom.” Although it seems like an unconventional way to end things, perhaps we may see the royal family of Faerie living footloose and fancy free in the mortal world. Fanfiction AU where Cardan and Jude let their kid ride in one of those kiddie car things at the mall and accidentally lose them in the middle of the food court?

What if there be a fated day!

It is far away! it is far away!

Maiden, fair Maiden, I, who sing

Of this summer isle am the island King.

What if there be a fated day, it is far away… and indeed, Queen of Nothing still feels so far away.

#queen of nothing #qon #qon theories #qon crack #the folk of the air #jurdan #tfota #the cruel prince #the wicked king

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