Hii! Dunno if you take requests, but I was wondering if you could write some more Jude and Cardan, maybe something about the note with Jude’s name on?? Loveddd the other things you wrote about them, you’re amazing
Thank you so much! Yes, I do take requests, sorry this took a while, been a bit busy with life. But thanks again, sweet anon! I made this about Jude finding another note, just like the first one.
After looking for the King, Jude ends up finding him in his own quarters, sleeping with little care of the court. She sighs and rests her head on the bedpost, looking at him through tired eyelids. His breathing is steady, and he lies sprawled across the bed with his cover thrown away, showing the upper half of his body. Knowing the fey, Jude’s surprised seeing him clothed with an ordinary loose shirt. Even a tired Jude can still appreciate the sharp lines that make up Cardan. His sharp jaw, more pronounced because of his head being turned, makes him look deadly to those who dare approach. But our Jude has always had a knack for dares.
Her small steps take her closer to him. The soft-looking eyelashes resting on his beautiful face, flutter a bit, just like snowflakes fluttering through the sky. He is still in a deep sleep, having no care in the world, being the selfish prick that he is. Jude bends her knees and crouches by the bed. Her eyes stay on Cardan but then travel to the hand that’s partly under his pillow. In his hand, is a piece of folded paper that he’s clearly holding strongly on to. As if in rage. As if in fear.
Jude’s curiosity gets the best of her. She slowly touches Cardan’s hand, being careful not to put too much pressure. Seeing as he’s still asleep, she carefully places her fingers under his jaw and without feeling herself breathe, in a feeble attempt to not wake him up, she eases his head to face the other side, so as to no longer touch the pillow his hand is under. She starts to breathe again, but can’t help but to watch the steady rhythm of the rising of his chest. Jude’s own chest is rising and falling far too fast, fearing anyone walking inside right now, seeing her touching Cardan.
Jude lifts the pillow, giving herself access to his hand. Watching the paper, she thinks back on the last time she found a folded piece of paper, that had something to do with Cardan. After taking out the paper, while still having a sleeping Cardan in front of her, she opens the note. What stares back at her is her name written over and over again. Just like last time. Though, this particular paper has even more ink drops spread all over. There’s also more names, not even written in lines, instead, some are written over one another overlapping, filling the whole page with fine curves and lines made by Cardan. The smell coming from it is pure alcohol. The fallen empty bottles on the floor of Cardan’s room is clear proof of what must have occurred.
The room is quiet, except for a small gasp that falls from Jude’s mouth in surprise, while clutching the paper. One second she’s holding on to it, and the next it’s ripped from her hands. Cardan’s flaring dark eyes stare back at her, his fist clenched around the crumple of paper.
“I don’t really like anyone taking what’s mine, Jude.” His words are filled with rage, but Jude tries to act calm. Instead of backing away, she gives him a smirk.
“Seems to me there’s something you don’t like even more.”
He stands up from the bed, looking alert, and not like he just woke up. His even messier curls are the only evidence left of his sleep. He backs her up against the wall, and Jude lets him.
“And what is that?” he whispers, his mouth close to my ear.
“You hate wanting me,” she whispers back, her lips touching his cheek. At first, Jude thinks he shudders, but she realizes it’s him chuckling and her feeling him shake, being so close to him. Cardan backs away enough to look down at Jude, his eyes shimmering like stars in the dark. They’re so close, Jude can smell his scent, the mix of blood-red berries and golden fruits filling the small space between them. They both breathe in like their only air is each other, and Jude feels him pressed against her. She’s so hot, it feels like she’s melting, and touching his skin that seems aflame is certainly not helping.
Cardan’s eyes travel to Jude’s lips and she sees him cautiously lean in like he’s afraid she’ll run away. Jude impatiently grabs his hair and pulls him closer, and when his lips touch hers, her mind can’t keep up. They move against each other, their lips, their tongues, and teeth busy in a dance of danger. Jude bites down on his lips, and from deep down his throat comes a moan. His hands roam every inch of her, needing to touch her. They end up at her hips, pushing her harder against the wall. Her mind registers somewhere in the heat, that his hand has dropped the paper with her name written a hundred times.
“Why do you write my name?” Jude manages to gasp out when his mouth touches a soft sensitive spot on her neck. He licks it, and bites down, making her forget her question momentarily. Which is exactly what he wants. Jude pants, and again grabs his hair to bring him up to kiss his lips. Her hands go to his loose shirt and grab it to lift over his head. They keep kissing, and his hands go from her hips to the laces of her dress. Jude pulls on Cardan’s lower lip, and she lets go, she whispers the question again.
“Because it’s a bad attempt to get you out of my head,” he pants out when her dress slips to the floor.
“Why are you so desperate to get rid of me?”
“Should I not be? What good will come out of loving a mortal, whose death is always near?” Cardan asks while bringing his mouth to Jude’s breasts. His hands go behind her back, and he manages to unclasp Jude’s bra, to her surprise.
When they’re both naked, and both in Cardan’s bed, kissing like it’s the only joy in life, Jude thinks of Cardan. How he is so intelligent, yet so broken. Selfish and vain, also elegant and arrogant and proud, amusing, and so full of charm. Surprisingly, there’s an element of joy and delight being with him. Maybe she realizes that when she feels his tongue swirl on her most sensitive part, or when they move together, their voices getting high.
Or maybe it’s when they lie naked, pressed to each other, while Cardan leaves pecks on her shoulder, looking more relaxed than he’s ever looked, and his tail caresses her legs.
“You know-,” he says. “There’s something about you that makes me go crazy against my will.”
“What’s that?” Jude murmurs
“Perhaps your body, your mind, your everything. I don’t know, Jude,” he sighs.
Jude turns her body and rests her head on Cardan chest. “There’s something about you, too, Cardan, that makes me go crazy against my will.”
Cardan’s tail stops caressing her and just rests on her thigh. She looks at him and sees the desperate question in his eyes.
“I don’t know what it is either, but how about we do this again, just to make it easier for us to find out,” Jude says. Cardan’s lips curl into a smile that sends her heart into a frenzy.
“Of course. If that’s the only reason,” he says knowingly and pushes her hair aside to kiss her for the hundredth time.
Instead of Cardan writing her name a hundred times, Jude finds this option much better.
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I love it. Plz write more.
