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In what feels like seconds, she senses Cardan enter the hall, and she uses the last of her strength to push herself towards him. Cardan catches her in his arms, and finally, she lets her eyes fall shut.
Safe.
Distantly, as though she’s listening from under water, she hears Cardan bark orders at the guards. Then, “Jude, what’s wrong?” Hands move to her face, pushing back her hair, which has at some point become damp with sweat. “Jude, wake up.”
When she doesn’t respond, Cardan begins to shake her. “Jude, wake up.”
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There's one question that Jude despises.
It's the question Cardan asks her most.
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The moment her second child was born and he didn’t cry or move, Jude knew what a living hell was. She knew something was wrong, extremely wrong. Nothing could be done, the midwife fae healer said. Jude didn’t want to accept it. Maybe, she thought, maybe it is still too soon. She had heard of babies who hadn’t shown any signs of life until some minutes. She wanted to believe that was the case.
Jude and Cardan’s twins are born. It doesn’t go as planned.
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- Part 2 of To fear and love
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Angsty two-shot. this is going to have a happy ending because i do not have the mental space to do anything else.
TW: This fic contains the following, do not read if this is a potential trigger for you, your health is more important than a piece of fanfiction:
being poisoned/drugged, deathBookmarked by Mydarlinggod
22 Nov 2020
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The Glint of Your Blade by Frenemies to Lovers (divinespook)
Fandoms: The Folk of the Air - Holly Black
06 Nov 2020
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Some post-QON Jude/Cardan fluff. Some sparring, some magic, some making out. The usual.
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“I know something that can help burn off that nervous energy,” Cardan murmurs, voice all honey and silk. He raises a black eyebrow and gives me his most mischievous grin. A sudden spike of heat rushes through me, and I know my face is flushed.“How about… I’ll try your way if you can disarm me.” I nod at the rack of weapons on a wall of the training room.
“My way?” That mischievous grin seems to grow wider. “Very well, Jude.”