Hello! I love your writing and I heard your Jurdan requests were open so... I hope you don’t mind but I’m gonna request haha. Fluffy Jurdan babysitting Oak in the mortal realm and Cardan being so fascinated by ‘mortal magic’ (machines, lights, etc) and Cardan being so smugly happy when the three of them are mistaken as a family? I’m so desperate I love these two haha
Jude pushes her brother, Oak, on the swings, using more force as he begs to go higher and higher. She smiles when he laughs but it’s a little wary when she looks to the benches that line up right in front of the swing sets. Cardan is sat, leaned back with his legs spread, looking as if he owns the playground and maybe the surrounding park area. His face seems stoic, watching her movements while Oak is completely oblivious.
She scowls at him and he smiles right back at her, even going as far as to lift a hand up and give her a lazy three finger wiggle-like wave.
“Juuuuuuuuude…” Oak says her name along the amount of time it takes for him to reach the top then swing back down. “Jude…” he says again and she can hear how his voice is starting to waiver. She curses and tries to stop the momentum. From her peripheral, she sees a young mom sit beside Cardan. The lady makes small talk that Cardan complies with.
Jude hears her ask, “Which one is yours?” Her feels her cheeks flush, with annoyance, she tells herself while she steadies the swing to a stop and helps her brother stand.
Oak sways and blinks up at her with a wry smile. “That was so much fun!” before she can grab his hand or instinctively lift him up, he starts to stumble towards Cardan, much to Jude’s chagrin.
Cardans smiles at him and the woman beside him notices. “Oh,” she coos, “How sweet!”
Cardan glances at her with a smile before holding his arms out for Oak to walk into. The little boy leans heavily against Cardan. He says, “Did you see how high I went?”
“I did, little prince,” Cardan humors him. Jude grudgingly walks over and Oak takes her hand, while still encircled in Cardan’s embrace. He swings their intertwined fingers back and forth, and looks up at Cardan with a frown. “I don’t want to be a prince.”
Cardan quirks an eyebrow, “Then what do you wish to be?”
He thinks about it for a moment then says, “A dragon!”
Jude can’t help the laugh, “Oh?” She kneels in front of him, resting an arm on Cardan’s knee. “Will you be a good dragon or a bad dragon?”
“Good,” he says in a matter of fact tone. “I’ll protect the castle with my fire breathing powers.”
“And who would be in this castle you would be protecting,” Cardan asks.
Oak looks between the two of them like they’re not so bright. “You two. The king and the queen.” Jude nearly snorts but the lady she had forgotten about makes a noise of endearment.
“That is just the sweetest thing,” she says. “You three make such a lovely family.”
Jude opens her mouth to explain that it isn’t what it looks like, but Cardan stops her by saying, “Thank you.” He turns to Oak and asks, “What would you like to do next?”
Oak takes a moment to answer, but soon him and Jude are holding hands, leading Cardan towards the shopping center. Halfway there, Oak complains about being tired and when Jude says she’s in no shape to carry him the rest of the way, Cardan reaches for him wordlessly and hikes him around his hip. Oak reaches a hand out expectantly and Jude blinks at him before sighing and placing her hand in his small ones. She misses the way Cardan smirks, pleased.
He watches the cars and busses go by, only showcasing the slightest bit of confusion and fascination. “What is that,” he asks, offhandedly, to where a speaker is placed on the ground near a group of kids.
“Oh, uh, it’s a portable speaker. It plays music.”
“Sure,” she says and he nods, taking this in.
“And that?” he nods to where kids are surrounding a truck with their money out.
“That’s an ice cream truck,” Oak answers.
Cardan furrows his brows, “Ice cream? Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Yes, but we get it from the café because Jude likes to drink coffee.” It goes on like that until the three of them are sat outdoor at a table just outside the small café. What’s that? A revolving door. And that? An iPhone. What about this thing? A blinking store sign. What does this thing mean? It’s an internet joke.
Oak sits between them, blissfully enjoying his treat, swinging his legs back and forth. Jude watches in amusement when Cardan sips at her latte, unsure of whether he likes the taste or not. He scrunches his nose and slides the cup back to her before retreating to his sugar waffle ice cream cone.
Jude sighs, tapping her fingers on the table.
Cardan grabs her hand to stop her. Her movements pause but all he does is flip her hand, palm up, and traces the lines leading up to her fingers. Jude shivers, and clears her throat. “Well, are you done?”
“Babysitting me? Clearly I’m not out here trying to plot your murder or anything. I’m just here with my little brother, getting by just fine.”
He interlaces their fingers and holds on tighter when she tries to pull away. He smiles, “I’m not babysitting you, Jude.”
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