#willark

[incorrect-legendborn-quotes]

William: You know, Nick brings Bree flowers everyday, I wish you’d do that too.

Lark: Okay…?

*later*

Lark: *gives Bree flowers*

Bree: What?

Lark: I don’t know, I’m as confused as you are.

[fandom-witch]

William Sitterson and Larkin Douglas 💚

The amazing artist is @voidlus

Characters belong to Tracy Deonn and are from The Legendborn Cycle Series

[fandomgirliesstuff]

I’m halfway through the Oathbound now and the “sweetheart … honey” moment almost got me fainted.

I’ve been rooting for Willark ever since Lark’s appearance in Bloodmarked. but I gotta say … where’s all the fan content, y’all?! 😭

not talking only about William and Larkin posts cause they’re like niche but what about mains?! there’s practically nothing going on in the fandom and it always pains me when great books have small not really active fandoms 💔

I wanna drown in your beautiful arts and read every single headcanon you have. please, talented, gorgeous people, I’m begging you. I have a severe Legendborn content deficit 😩

[minteababe]

"Sweetheart...honey" ???

Larkin Douglas and William Sitterson, you make me SICK (affectionate) (agonized)

[brianakane]

William my guy the world does not deserve you

[gabbadabbad00]

"Sweetheart...honey." SKSSSLWHSIWJSHSJSBSRAAAAAAAH

[knightofthebluearms]

yeah yeah feral nick you know who i want to go berserk? william. i want him to kill someone. brutally. and then i want lark to comfort him while cleaning blood off him.

[you-are-my-king-now-cariad]

I know it’s not WIP Wednesday but shut up. William POV and probably not canon compliant.

I have known my whole life that Gawain’s power is useless on an injured Merlin. Their bodies cannot absorb the aether as a full human can. The most I can do is sew up major wounds and monitor blood loss-the same things any other medic could do. Although, considering the only cambion in my vicinity for years has been Selwyn Kane, that hasn’t really come up. It’s not like he hasn’t been hurt, but he’d rather die than let me so much as wrap a twisted ankle.

Larkin Douglas, on the other hand, is not Selwyn Kane. Which is how I wound up here. With the most attractive cambion I have ever met sitting in front of me, shirtless, letting me clean the wounds left by our encounter with the Shadow King.

I won’t claim I never felt a pull to Sel. That would be a lie-he’s gorgeous. It is in their blood. But Lark has the benefit of being both incredibly hot and my exact type. This may be the first time I have ever struggled to focus on my duties, instead of… well, instead of sitting here appreciating the body in front of me.

“…You might want to get this one redone,” I comment quietly, absentmindedly running my fingers along the Merlin sigil inked on his left arm. He took a blade directly to the forearm, splitting apart flesh and muscle. It’ll heal, but I have a feeling the scar won’t be as pretty as the unblemished tattoo was. “Got a little damaged.”