hii!! I recently read your cardan x reader fanfics, and I LOVE it😛 Is it okay to request? One of the fics included reader getting jealous because Cardan kept mentioning Jude. What about one where Cardan is the one who is jealous because he saw reader laughing with someone else(maybe Locke to be more interesting HEHE)? And like, Cardan wants to do something with her, but she says no because she's gonna be with Locke. I really love your writing!♡
Jealously & Love | C.G.
summary: Cardan finds himself jealous at his father's summer ball when he found you dancing with someone other than him.
pairing: cardan greenbriar x fae!reader
includes: established relationship, fluff, angst, suggestive for like five seconds, cursing, the inner circle being terrible "friends," drinking, knives, Cardan being insecure :(, reader is a great girlfriend, typical things you would find in TCP series
a/n: lowk lost the plot toward the end, but i fixed it, dw :)
Ever since Cardan confessed his undying love, he became completely bewitched by your presence. Well, more than he was before. It was almost like a puppy and it's mother. If you were together, Cardan had his tail or hand wrapped around any part of your body. And if you weren't with him, one of the High King's guards would be sent to follow you around—as if you were already royalty.
Most of the kingdom was shocked at how much affection the young prince was showing publicly—and you couldn't lie, you were just as surprised. Sure, you found it quite endearing, but sometimes it would get a little out of control. Especially when he got jealous over the smallest things.
Just the other day, Nicasia gave you a piece of parchment because you forgot to bring extra. Cardan saw the exchange and he whisked you away to the astronomy tower for the next hour. When the two of you returned to your lessons, your face was a shade of bright red and Cardan wore a smirk that told the entire story.
Tonight was no different. Or so you thought.
The High King always held a start of summer ball. Your parents had told you it was to maintain social status, but Cardan said it was so his father could watch people make fools of themselves. You believed the latter.
Like always, you arrived at the palace with you family, dazzled by the summer decorations they adorned the place with. Your family stood in front of the High King and his family, bowing and curtseying in respect before your eyes found Cardan's.
He was lazily perched in his own throne, red wine in one hand and the other hand tracing circles into the arm of the throne as he kept his eyes trained on you, watching your cheeks flush red at his movements.
It had been less than a minute since you left the presence of the High King when you found Cardan by your side, his lips finding yours in an instant. You grinned into the kiss before pulling away, taking his hand and leaving your family—although they knew you were going to leave them the second you found Cardan or the inner circle.
At some point in the night, you left to grab a glass of red wine for yourself, planting a quick kiss to Cardan’s lips before leaving his arms for the table across the room.
What Cardan didn't expect was to find you dancing with Locke five minutes later. He trusted you with all his heart, but seeing you dance with someone else—Locke of all people—had his heart tightening in doubt.
He wasn't one for confidence when it came to you sometimes.
“Aw, are you feeling jealous, my prince?” Valerian teased and chuckled when he saw what Cardan was staring at, rolling his eyes when he glared daggers into his skull. If Valerian knew any better, he would have stopped, but he loved to rile the dear prince up. “You’re a baby, Cardan.”
“He just misses his princess.” Nicasia drawled and swirled her wine glass, catching Cardan's furious eyes. Her own gaze darkened, scoffing as she spoke. “Don’t look at me, look at your princess.”
The way Nicasia spoke about you made his tail swish vigoursly behind him. Cardan whipped his head back over to you and a small frown tugged on his lips when he saw you laugh at something Locke said, your grin wide at whatever the idiot whispered to you. You laughter caused the doubt to flare and spread across his chest.
“I hate him.”
“We know you do.”
Nicasia and Valerian glanced at one another, lips curled up into one of evil mischief. If they could get the prince to throw a temper tantrum, who knows how much trouble Cardan would get with his older brother when he got home.
“Why don’t you grab her from Locke?" Nicasia murmured softly, doing her best to replicate a voice of sympathy. Although it didn't matter much when Cardan looked like he was going to murder the boy in the next minute. "Move now lover-boy, before Locke takes her all for himself.”
Cardan was barely listening to anything Nicasia was saying—his gaze purely locked onto your figure. He hated the way you smiled up at Locke; he hated the way you laughed at whatever he told you; he hated seeing you with Locke.
The doubt spread doubled and covered Cardan's entire body, the air shifting completely. It almost seemed like the room knew what was brewing underneath Cardan's mind as a clear path was made, leading him straight to you and Locke.
“Oh, shit!” Valerian laughed and pulled Nicasia out of the way when Cardan shoved his wine glass in her hands, his eyes flaring more and more with anger each step he took.
Just as those on the dance floor switched partners, Cardan snuck between you and your next partner, pulling you into the center of the dancers before Locke or anyone could steal you back.
“Cardan!” You smile happily and try pulling him in for a small kiss. When he refused, you frowned and caught the look in his eyes, a look that made your heartache. You spoke softly, “What’s wrong?”
“What were you and Locke laughing about?” He asked.
Your frown deepens, “He was telling me a joke. I didn’t think it was a big deal—“
“You looked too happy with him.” Cardan interrupted—hating that your face fell in disappoint. He felt his eyes glaze over for a second, his voice quiet so only you could hear. “You said you were coming to the garden with me.”
You creased your brows in disbelief, “I’m not done dancing with Locke.” You say and give him a firm stare, your hand tightening in his. “Cardan, what's—.”
He scoffed and spun you out of his arms, watching your eyes widen in confusion as you landed back into Locke's arms. Cardan may have not liked Locke at the moment, but he had to ensure you were with safe in someone's arms on that dance floor—even if that someone was Locke. He narrowed his eyes at you before shaking his head and storming out of the great hall.
You felt a mixture of anger and confusion pounding in the back of your head at what Cardan did. And you weren't just going to leave it at that. You pulled away from Locke and pushed through the suddenly overwhelming crowd of dancers, not bothering to excuse yourself because you weren't really sorry.
When you made it out of the dance floor, you found Valerian and Nicasia cackling over themselves. It was a surprise that their wine wasn't spilling on the floor on how hard they were shaking with laughter. As you watched the two in confusion, it suddenly clicked on who was behind all the anger in Cardan's actions.
“What did you two do?” You ask in disappointment.
Nicasia sighed in amusement and raised a brow, “Cardan’s the one who did what he wanted to. What I said was merely a suggestion.”
You glare at her and Valerian—watching them roll their eyes at you with zero care. You smooth your hair out in an effort to calm yourself down and take steps to the palace gardens where you knew Cardan would be.
Just before you left, you saw Locke make his way to Nicasia and Valerian with a smug look on his face.
That bastard.
You pull yourself away from punching the living-shit out of Locke and run through the corridors, dress bunched up underneath your fingers as you enter the gardens. You did a quick scan of the greenery, frowning when you realized he had gone further into the garden.
“Cardan!” You call out almost desperately, eyes flickering with every sound you heard.
Truly, the only things you heard where the birds perched in the trees, the muffled music from the palace, and the patterns of the winds. You nearly ripped the fabric off your dress from how hard you were tugging on it before you heard rustling from the right, causing your head to whip over.
“Cardan?” You ask into the night sky, hoping it was him. And then you saw a tail swish behind a tree. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and rounded the tree. “My love…”
You found him leaning against the trunk of a tree, eyes sharp and defensive—closed off even. Like he didn't want anyone to know what he was truly feeling. But the way he avoided your gaze said more than a thousand words.
“What?” He muttered and looked down at his boots, kicking the dirt under his feet with a small pout on his face.
You hesitate approaching closer before sighing, clasping your hands together to stop fidgeting. If you were going to talk to Cardan, at least one of you had to be emotionally available at the moment.
“Were you jealous?” You ask quietly as the winds calmed. When he didn’t answer, you pursed your lips and looked over at the stone bench beside him. “Okay... Then I'll sit here until you're ready to talk.”
Cardan huffed and glanced at you, still unmoved from his position. He didn't want to admit it, but he knew that you would die on that bench rather than leave with no explanation from him. He grunted and sat beside you, his tail instantly wrapping around your waist possessively.
You let the air around the two of you settle before leaning your head on his shoulder, allowing him to relax and feel more comfortable again. His breathing slowed until it matched yours, his hand lacing with yours as you felt for his pulse.
You look up at him, cheek pressed against his shoulder. “Are you ready?”
Cardan nodded ever so slightly, clicking his tongue when the words felt foreign to say out loud. “I was frustrated… And—" He cut himself off and looked down at his hands. "Jealous.”
“I saw.” You say tentatively.
He spoke quietly—like if he spoke any louder the protective barrier around the both of you would shatter completely. “I… I was scared that you would leave me for him. I know you said you would never do anything of the sort but it’s just…”
You patiently wait for him to finish, tucking your legs underneath yourself and playing with his golden rings that adorned his fingers.
“You looked like you were having so much fun with Locke. You looked... carefree.”
Cardan's frown deepened the longer he thought about you and Locke together without him. The images filled his head until he heard you hum, breaking him free of his own self torment.
You hum and adorn yourself with his jewelry you pulled off, the rings sizes too big for your fingers. “And you thought I was going to leave you because he told me half-hearted jokes?”
He shrugged, “A little.”
You sit up properly and face him with a soft smile, cradling his face in your hands. Your thumbs wiped his unshed tears, your heart breaking at how he felt about his own self-worth. His jealously wasn't new, but the doubt eating away at his heart was new. It was a terrible virus caused by three people you both thought you could trust.
The inner circle be damned.
“Cardan..." You whisper and meet his gaze, the warmth in your eyes caused his eyes to soften as well. "I love you with all my heart, and I would never—not in a million years—trade you for someone like Locke or Valerian or anyone.”
You lean closer and plant a kiss to his lips, letting him pull you so close that your chests were touching. You moved your hands to the back of his neck, fingers messing with the strands of his black hair before you pulled away for a breath.
“I only want you.” You say breathlessly, the gold rims in his black eyes shining from the moonlight.
Cardan stared at you like you just hung up all the stars in the dark sky, lighting up his entire world before he pulled you into his arms. He held you tightly as he buried his head into your shoulder, breathing you in because you were his entire life.
"I'm sorry." He murmured, voice muffled from your skin and clothing. "It just— It hurt me to see you having fun with someone other than me."
"I know." You whisper back and hold him closer, your eyes wet with tears you knew would fall sooner rather than later. God, you would do anything for this man. "But I'm yours—completely and utterly yours."
Cardan pulled back and took your face in his hands this time, pouring all his love and emotion into a kiss. He smiled when you returned the kiss with the same effort, pulling away and whispering the three words he would never get tired of saying to you and only you.
"I love you."
You rest your forehead on his, eyes closed and simply existing with him. "I love you too."
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