Command me - a jurdan fanfic
Summary Cardan is under Jude's command for one year and one day, not a minute more, but sometimes it certainly feels like it's the other way around.
Word count: 242
Warnings: minor spoliers for the cruel prince
A/N Hi!! this is the first fanfic I ever posted. I've been writing for several years just never wanted to share any of it until now so hopefully you'll enojoy it. I also posted this to AO3 (under the same username, ieiiri) just to test the different platforms.
I wrote this scene when I had finished the cruel prince but not started the wicked king yet and only imagined what could happen in the 2nd book. It's very short, but wanted to start with something small. FYI, english isn't my first language but whatever.
Thanks for reading :)
Fanfic:
Cardan’s hands traveled down Jude’s arms until they held her wrists. Slowly he rose them above her head, before pushing them back, making her fall into the wall.
She couldn’t breathe. He was so close to her, she could feel his warmth. He kept leaning closer and she thought he might kiss her. Her eyes stared at his, but he stopped a hair's breadth away. When he spoke, Jude could feel his lips ghost over hers.
“Command me to stop.” The disgust in his voice was echoed by a desire. Jude thought of the way he had tried to hold himself back when she kissed him in the Court of Shadows. The hatred that overshadowed his want for her. Was he searching for a reason to stop himself? Or was he mocking the way her cheeks had flushed and she so willingly had been pushed against his wall?
“I-” her voice croaked. “I command you…” Just like she had felt his lips when he spoke, Jude was cursed to do the same. With the wall behind her, there was no escape from the maddening softness, melting every thought away. “I command…”
As the words died on her tongue, Cardan slammed his lips on hers as if a thread had snapped within him.










