#daniel sharman x female oc

[lancedoncrimsonwings]

This blog is 50% Daniel Sharman 50% Whump

Hi! I'm Tavo! I guess I should probably do one of those "hi this is me welcome to my crib" posts?

I am new to tumblr (well, new ish, but its been like 10 years since I was here last...) so I have no clue if I'm doing this shit right. Also new to the term Whump and the Whump Community, but I have been a whumper for as long as I can remember.

Basically all of my fave characters look better beaten up

Fair warning, this blog has WHUMPY and potentially NSFW content! TWs will be added sporadically, please interact at your own risk!

About me;

For *reasons* I'm not going to share my name, but as mentioned, you can call me Tavo!

26, She/They pronouns (but I'm not opening the gender can of worms aaaaaannnyy time soon so lets say female and be done with it)

I'm a chronically ill/disabled, neurodivergent disaster from the UK. Bi, Grey-Ace and Polyamorous.

I am a tattoo artist, reptile (mainly snakes) keeper, and whump enthusiast. I'm currently a little (lot) obsessed with Baldur's Gate 3, the talented beauty that is Daniel Sharman, and my favorite Whumpee to write for is The Weeping Monk/Lancelot from Cursed (Netflix)

... saying that, when I say "write", I mean "Plan a ridiculously massive Weeping Monk x Green Knight fanfic in my notes app on my phone, daydream plot and various scenarios mainly whump and silently hope my phone storage doesn't run out before I post ANY of it".

I'm an artist by trade, tattooing aside, I have a side hobby making chainmail jewellery, and I cosplay/build cosplays.

I am OnCrimsonWings on Ao3.

Fandoms;

- Cursed (Netflix)

- Medici

- Baldur's Gate 3

- The Witcher

- Game of Thrones

- Vikings

- The Lord of The Rings

- Merlin (BBC)

Fave Whumpees;

- The Weeping Monk/Lancelot* - Cursed (Netflix)

- Gawain*/The Green Knight - Cursed (Netflix)

- Morgana - Merlin

- Lancelot* - Merlin

- Gwaine* - Merlin

*yes I ship them in two fandoms, and in general Authurian lore, like come ON this shit is canon

- Bucky Barnes - Marvel

- Dante - Devil May Cry

- Geralt - The Witcher

- Jaskier - The Witcher

- Yennifer - The Witcher

- Halsin - Baldur's Gate 3

- Astarion - Baldur's Gate 3

- Shadowheart - Baldur's Gate 3

- Karlach - Baldur's Gate 3

- Morpheus/Sandman/Dream of the Endless - Sandman (Netflix)

Fave Whump tropes;

- Defiant whumpee

- Spitting blood

- Scars- new and healed, especially if they're found by accident by a caretaker

- Drugged/poisoned

- Broken ribs and internal injuries

- Hiding the pain badly

- Desperation in general

- Unwilling Living Weapon "Ready to comply"

- Choking/restricted breathing/drowning

- "Oops, we ran out of painkillers, bite down on this belt whilst we engage in rudimentary field surgery/painful first aid"

- Whumpee hiding how injured they are until they collapse/cough up blood/etc

- Werewolf whumpees, just, in general 10/10

- Veteran Whumpees getting broken all over again. Baby Whumpee seeing this and knowing they're fucked

- Several NSFWhump tropes, which I won't list here;

And probably a whole bunch I've forgotten. I love to talk whump, so drop me a message if you want to too!

OCs:

(Intros to be added- likely to link to a masterpost at a later date)

- Talon He/Him, Human Lycanthrope/Werewolf

- Zaurelien He/They, Winged Fey/Avian

- Sarabi She/They, Half Elf/Half Fey

- Kali She/Her, Elf/Fey

- Shado She/Her, Tiefling/Demon/Fey

- Eris She/Her, Elf/Fey

- Tavo, They/Them, Tiefling/Demon/Fey

- Asja She/Her, Tiefling/Demon/Fey

Terfs, Bigots and Antis DNI.

(Yes, I voted on my own poll. No, it was not intentional, this poll is mocking me, and I want to cry)

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posting again bc i feel my muse slowly rebounding from my writers block. i'm on the hunt for some specific pairings. bold is who i would want to use/be writing as. i'm mostly into slice of life plots but love fluff, angst and/or smut (happy to explore all of the above.) hmu if you are interested (please specify which pairing[s]) or like this and i’ll come to you!

shelley hennig x dylan o'brien

crystal reed x daniel sharman

renee rapp x lola tung

margot robbie/any other female x nicholas galitzine (nick is one of my wanted opps rn, so i would play other f’s against him. just love how he looks w margot)

chase sui wonders x luke hemmings

annasophia robb x josh hutcherson

maia reficco x kit connor

taylor swift x harry styles

maya hawke x any female fc

natalia dyer x any male fc

cody christian x any female fc (my cody oc has a complicated history, i can give you a backstory as part of an interest check)

jennifer morrison x any older (35/40+) male fc

shailene woodley x any male fc/female fc (platonic for female.)

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All the King’s Men//The Weeping Monk ch. 1

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Masterpost

Who's ready to play?

I watch from afar as my uncle talks to men in red robes. I watch as they get into a heated argument. I watch as my uncle practically begs them for something. I watch as my uncle pleas with them to take me.

“I can’t believe your uncle is going to basically toss you to the Red Paladins.” Alice, my lady-in-waiting, states as she comes up behind me. “He’s tossing you to the enemies.”

“He’s doing what he thinks is right.” I sigh. “Even if it means throwing his only niece into the lions den.”

“I wonder if he’s doing this because you’re next in line for the throne and not him.” She muses. “He has to know about your nightly activities at this point. And he must know there is no way he’ll be king with you still around.”

“I’ve been careful not to tip people off.” I state. “He has no idea what I do at night. You are the only one that does, as well as Mister Danvers.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed one of these days.” She simply states. “Especially if you think you’ll be able to continue while under the protection of the Red Paladins.”

“I think I might just be able to continue while under their protection.” A smirk appears on my lips. “I’ll be able to get inside knowledge. I’ll be able to dismantle them from the inside. I’ll be able to help the Feys so much more from the inside.”

“And that’ll result in your death.” Alice harshly whispers. “Do you want to end up like your parents? Plans like this is how you met our maker.”

“Alice, will you stop worrying?” I ask her, my smirk never faltering. “It’ll take a little more than a bunch of assholes in red dresses to take down me and the resistance. I promise you this. I’ll be careful. But I’m not going to let them win; not without a fight.”

“How are you going to get in touch with Gawain if you’re under constant watch?” She questions. “With the murderer of your parents still at large, you’re gonna be on constant watch.”

“This is where you come in, my darling lady-in-waiting.” I simply smile, causing the tiny blonde in front of me to grown. “You can do this Alice. With an angelic face likes yours, they’ll never suspect you of betraying them.”

“And if they do?”

“They’ll regret the day they messed with me and anyone in my court.”

“You’re going to get us killed one of these days, Kalypso.” Alice groans.

I just chuckle. “Not in this lifetime, darling…”

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All the King’s Men//The Weeping Monk Masterpost

She was a princess from a land far away. After the brutal murder of her family, she was shipped off to The Red Paladins for protection. Father Carden placed The Weeping Monk on bodyguard duty to help keep the Princess pure of the evils of the world. Thing is...Princess is far from pure in the eyes of The Red Paladins. 

Who’s ready to play?

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King in Your Story// Daniel Sharman Chp 1

Short intro. Sorry, wanted to get an intro out.

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I Can't Help Myself at all

Masterpost

I’m sitting in my apartment going over concept art for the looks I’m doing for this new show I’m about to work on. Just as I get to the concept art for The Weeping Monk, my apartment door opens. I look up from the art to see my sister, Delaney, standing walking in. She growls as she walks over and collapses onto the couch.

“Chin up, you're almost done with school.” I tell her. She just glares at me. “Hey, not my fault you went to school to become a Doctor.”

“One of us had to become a doctor or mother would bitch.” She bitterly laughs. “And since you decided to play with makeup for a living, I had to do it. So anyway, Teen Wolf marathon? I need a pick up.”

“Put it on, I’m just going over concept art for the new show I’m working on.” I tell her. “We’re on season two, right?”

“Yes.” She replies before dreamily sighing. “Isaac Lahey is a babe.” I let out a laugh as Delaney glares at me. “Shut up. He is a babe. Just because he doesn’t look like Derek Hale doesn’t mean he’s not hot.”

“I’m not saying he’s not.” I defend myself. “I’m laughing at you because of your crush.”

“You were the same with Nick Carter of Backstreet Boys.” She points out. “So you know the saying about people in glass houses.”

“Nick Carter is still a babe.” I laugh as she starts the next episode we’re on and I go back to looking over concept art.

“So what’s this show about?” She asks as she tries to get a sneak peak of the art. “Looks like a Game of Thrones rip off.”

“It’s a retelling of Arthurian legends.” I reply. “It’s about what would happen if the sword chose a queen instead of a king; that kind of thing.”

“It’s right up your alley.” She points out. “Then again, mother is to blame for your obsession with King Arthur. She did name you after the mystical place of Avalon.”

“Some people would have turned away from the skid, I decided to drive into the skid.” I chuckle.

“So do you know what actors you’re gonna be working with?”

“Nope.” I pop my p. “They just now sent me concept art. Filming starts in a couple months. I’ll be in Wales from March to September. They’re currently building sets at we speak.”

“What actors don’t you want to work with?” She questions me. 

“Any of the Skarsgard men.” I reply with a snicker.

“Don’t you work with Gustaf on Vikings?” She questions, eye brow raised. “I can see not wanting to work with Bill because you guys dated. And you and Alexander have this weird thing going on. But you love working with Gustaf.”

“I swear I see that man more than I see my own family. I’d like a break from him.” I laugh. “This is my project between the shootings of Vikings. I don’t want to spend it with Gustaf; as much as I love him.”

“Fair.” She nods her head. At the sound of Isaac’s voice, she perks up. “Okay shut up, my future husband is on the TV screen.” A laugh escapes my lips as I watch my sister drool over her favorite character on Teen Wolf.  

A couple weeks later, I find myself heading to the studio for the last table read before shooting. This is going to be the first time I’ve met the cast and I can’t wait.

“I hope we don’t get stuck with prima donnas.” Jordan states as me, him and Jaxon walk through the halls to get to the conference room. The three of us have worked on countless movies and tv shows together since we got into the industry. We like to call ourselves the dream team. Everything we work on tends to be magic.

“We’re gonna be stuck with them no matter the project.” I remind them. “But together we can conquer anything.” We get to the conference room and walk in; just in time for them to finish the table read. My eyes scan the table and I instantly recognize two people. One being Daniel Sharman and the other being… 

“Fuck me, Skarsgard!” I yell, earning the attention of everyone in the room. “Don’t I get enough of you on Vikings, I’ve got to deal with you on this show as well..”

This show is gonna be fun...

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Juggernaut Child//The Weeping Monk Ch. 4

Author’s note: I’m sorry if this isn’t my best. I’m kinda out of it thanks to work. But I really wanted to update this sorry again. 

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MASTERPOST

PLAYLIST

Everybody Says There's Two Kinds Of Hearts. Where One Loves And One Goes To War

Gawain and I round up a bunch of Feys and one boy catches my eye; mainly because he is trying to pickpocket me. A chuckle escapes my lips as I wrap my hand around his wrist. “And just who do you think you are?” I smirk as I slowly get down to his level, eye to eye. “I’m not afraid of you.” He tells me. “I faced The Weeping Monk head on and survived.” “So did I.” I tell him. “So you aren’t that special, not special enough that you can get away with pickpocketing me.” He looks at me sheepishly and I toss him a gold coin and some food. “So you faced The Gray Monk and lived, you must feel brave.” He scoffs. “I wasn’t afraid of him. I could take him on that ugly gray monk.” “That’s a little harsh don’t you think?” I ask. “My Fey markings are similar, don’t you find me ugly?” “No.” He quickly replies. “You also haven’t murdered anyone, either. You’re beautiful and kind and nothing like the monk.” “How can you be so sure?” I question the little boy. “I understand he has done some horrible things to our people. But every sinner has a future while every saint has a misguided past. He’s probably doing these things because he feels like he’s doing God’s work. He doesn’t realize what he’s doing is destroying everything God worked so hard to create.” “Why are you defending him so?” The little boy questions. I bite my lower lip in thought, thinking about what I’m about to tell him. “I think The Monk isn’t exactly the villain here. He’s not the boogeyman that us Fey people should fear. He’s a victim of his upbringing. He was brought up thinking us Feys are evil. I think the Red Paladins poisoned his mind against us. They made him believe it was their way or no way at all. He was brought up thinking we were damned, which isn’t the case at all. I think deep down, he’s scared.” “Why do you think he didn’t kill you the day you faced him?” He questions after a long bout of silence. “I wish I knew.” I shrug. “Maybe we’re kindred spirits. Maybe we’re two halves of a whole. Maybe, we’re not so different.”

“Nimue!” The little boy, whose name is Percival but he goes by Squirrel, yells once we get back to Nemos. He runs to the woman and instantly pulls her into a hug. A smile appears on my lips as I watch them together. It’s cute. My smile, however, only grows when I notice her male companion. “Arthur!?” I question, earning the attention of not only Arthur but Squirrel and Nimue as well. I rush over to the man and immediately wrap my arms around his neck as his arms encircle my waist. His grip tightens around me, threatening to break my back. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.” I pull away from him, smiling. “I thought you were supposed to be heading home?” He questions. “This can’t be your home, can it?” I look around and see the Feys from different backgrounds living in harmony despite everything that we’ve gone through. My smile only grows. “It’s home now. I’m done holding onto ghosts and searching for something that has been lost for many, many years. I’m finally home and I’m at peace with my decision.” “You do look a lot happier.” He smiles before turning to the woman next to him. “Nimue, this is Kenna. She’s been by my side since we were children.” “So you’re the infamous Kenna.” She smiles. “It’s nice to put a face to a name. Your reputation precedes you.” “What reputation?” I question her. “You’re one of the few Feys that have looked The Weeping Monk in the face and lived to tell the tale.” She replies with a smile. “You’re our people’s Avenging Angel, you’re our weapon against him. You’re his weakness. I wonder why that is.” “You’re one of many.” I simply reply, accompanied by a laugh. “I’m gonna go gather some supplies from the forest, I’ll be right back.” I quickly say before sprinting away from them. ** I’ve been out in the woods for no more than an hour when I feel that familiar presence behind me. A smile appears on my lips as I turn around and see Lancelot standing there. “Right on time.” A chuckle escapes my lips. “Where do your monk brothers think you are when you’re out here with me?” “They think I’m hunting Feys.” He replies. “They’re not wrong but they’re not exactly right either.” “Do you want to know what people are saying about me?” I ask him. “They think I’m your weakness. They think that’s the reason why I’m being trained to fight to help lead the resistance. They think I’m this sort of Avenging Angel. They think I’m your counterpart; I’m your opposite.” “And what is it that you think?” He asks. I open my mouth to reply but quickly close it. Instead, I walk closer to him, this time he doesn’t immediately try and back away. I go to push his hood off his head; this time he doesn’t growl and questions what I’m doing. I look him deep in his brilliant ocean blue eyes, “I think I am your weakness. Just like I know you are mine. I know I’m your counterpart but not in the sense everyone is saying. I believe we’re meant for more than just being on opposite sides of a war.” My fingers caress his cheek; he doesn’t flinch. “I believe there was a divine reason why the two of us survived that night.” “And what reason is that?” He asks, eyes never leaving mine. I close the space between us and snake my arms around his neck. He looks confused but doesn’t move. “What are you doing Kenna?” This is the first time hearing my name fall from his lips. “Something stupid I’m sure.” A humorless chuckle escapes my lips. “But to answer your question, we’re meant for something greater than good versus evil. We’re meant for this…” I push down on his neck until our lips crash together...

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Game of Survival.// Isaac Lahey ch 1

Author’s note: Photoshop is wonky right now so I’ll do a banner later tonight or tomorrow after work. As always if you want to be tagged, let me know =]

MASTERPOST

Are we the hunters?

I watch as my dad loads the moving van with the last box from the house I’ve called home for the last 5 years. I  bite my lower lip in a vain attempt to stop the crying. My dad just looks over at me and frowns before walking over to me. He pulls me to him and kisses the top of my head. “California isn’t going to be so bad. At least you know one person at your new school.”

“I haven’t seen Stiles in years.” I push him away. “He’s practically a stranger now.”

“He’s still family and he will still look out for you.” He counters, forcing a smile on his lips. “Besides you two were thick as thieves growing up.”

“And then you had to move us out of Beacon Hills and move us across the damn country.” I roll my eyes. “I get that you couldn’t stay in the very home that mom died in, but did we have to leave Beacon Hills all together?”

My dad lets out a sigh. “I’ve made mistakes and now I’m fixing them.”

“No you’re running...again.” I counter. “Why? It’s because of the accident that happened over the summer? Because of what has happened to me?”

“There are people in Beacon Hills that can help you; help you control everything that’s happened to you.” He sighs. “There is an Alpha there, an Alpha that can help you. His mother was good friends with yours.”

“Hale, I remember.” I grind my teeth, still pissed that I’m moving abruptly...again. “I’m guessing, he’s the key to my survival, huh?”

“We can’t stay here, California is going to be better for you.”

“I’m in high school Dad.” I remind him. “All my friends are here. My life is here. You want to uproot me to go to California to get help by the son of mom’s friend. And you expect me to be fine with this? I haven’t seen Uncle Noah or Stiles in years; they are strangers to me. I’m never going to be fine with this.”

“You’re gonna have to be.” My dad sternly says. “Because the color of your eyes isn’t something you can change back. You can only learn to control your urges. And there is only so much I can do to help you.”

Rolling my eyes I turn away from him. “Let me go get my bag, we’ve got a long ride ahead of us…”

A couple days later, I find myself walking through the halls of Beacon Hills High School. Absentmindedly I walk into the classroom where Economics is. I walk in and feel all eyes on me. I hand over my paperwork to the teacher and he doesn’t look happy at all.

“Are you freaking serious now?” He questions out loud. “There are two of them!?” He looks up from the paperwork and motions for me to turn around. “Guys, let’s give a warm welcome to Delaney Stilinski. Seriously are you related to Stiles?”

A chuckle escapes my lips as my eyes find my cousin Stiles and his best friend Scott. “Yea, he’s my cousin.”

“Dear God.” He groans. “Danny raise your hand. Sit behind Danny. I want you nowhere near your cousin.” Another chuckle escapes my lips as I move to where I’ll be seating. Stiles and Scott look back at me, as if they are studying me. I shake off the awkward feeling and focus on the lesson that just recently started back up.

**

After class is over with, I pack my bag and head out the door, only to be cornered by Stiles and Scott. Rolling my eyes, I put my bag over my shoulder. “Hello boys.”

“When did you get here?” Stiles asks me.

“What no hug for your favorite cousin?” I smirk. “Or are you here to study me closer? Both of you have been staring at me since I walked into that classroom.”

“It’s not like we aren’t happy to see you, it’s just that…”

“I smell different, huh Scott?” I finish his sentence, the two of them look shocked.. “I can say the same about you? So when did this happen for you?”

“A couple months ago.” He replies. “You?”

“Same.” 

“So you’re not the same sweet Delaney?” Stiles questions. “You’re not the same kid, I had to protect.”

“Are you disappointed, Stiles?” I ask him, a smirk on my lips. “Because honestly, I wish I could be that little girl that had you fight her battles. I’m not exactly happy about this. I’ve...I’ve hurt people.”

Scott looks at me, studying me. “Is that why you’re here? You’re running?”

“I’m here for Derek Hale.” I reply. “I’m here for the Alpha…”

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Game of Survival//Isaac Lahey Ch. 2

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But plant your hope with good seeds

I walk into the house after school and see my dad in the kitchen, making dinner. “I see you’re trying to have some sort of normalcy, huh? How was the job hunt?”

“I’m a cop, Laney.” He chuckles. “It’s weird working under my big brother but I’ll be working as a Deputy. How was school?”

“Interesting.” My answer was short. “I got to hang around Scott and Stiles, which was semi-normal.”

My dad stops chopping up whatever vegetable he’s chopping and looks at me with questioning eyes. “Care to explain?”

“It’s nothing important, don’t worry.” I offer him a smile. “So dinner huh? What’s the special event?”

“Noah and Stiles are coming over.” He replies before going back to prepping dinner. “Do whatever homework you have until dinner. I’ll call for you when your uncle and cousin get here.”

“Sure.” I mutter before disappearing into my room to start the mountain of homework I have to get done.

“Hello my favorite cousin!” I hear Stiles exclaim as he walks into my room, closing the door behind him. “We’ve got a lot to discuss.”

“About what darling cousin?” I ask, not picking my head up from my Econ book. “You’ve got to be a little more clear, we have years and years to catch up on.”

“Does your dad know what you are?”

“Yea. It was his idea to move back here, not mine. He wants me to join Derek Hale’s pack.” I reply. “But don’t worry, I didn’t tell him what Scott is. He’s gonna figure it out on his own, just warning you. I mean he lives with me.”

“Why didn’t you tell your dad?”

“It’s not my secret to tell.” I roll my eyes. “Plus Scott is still a friend and I’m still loyal to the very few people that I call the “f” word.”

“May I ask what happened?” He asks. “How did you get bit? Have you met the person that bit you?”

“I was camping with a bunch of friends and we were in the middle of a game of Manhunt and I got way lost in the woods. It happened so fast. I didn’t even know what happened until the next morning when I woke up in a hospital bed. The doctors were yelling at my friends about bringing me in, faking a serious injury. But they kept swearing up and down I had a giant ass bite on my upper thigh. But nothing was there when I woke up. I didn’t even feel any pain.”

“Did you ever find out who bit you?”

“No, not really.” I reply. “I found out from a packmate that the Alpha that bit me was taken down by one of his Betas. I didn’t even get a name or any closure.”

“Earlier you said you hurt someone, that’s why you’re here. Who did you hurt? And by hurt do you mean kill?”

“If I tell you, would you look at me any differently?” I ask, fearing the response.

“Laney, you’re my cousin. I’ll always have your back.” Stiles assures me. “I’ve seen Scott do some horrific stuff since turning and I’m still friends with him.”

“This is different.” I sigh, my fingers running through my hair. “Scott didn’t kill someone, has he?” Stiles just looks at me in disbelief? Shock? Fear? “It was the first time I turned. I ignored everything. I ignored all my friend’s research, the warnings of my Alpha’s Betas. Everything. I didn’t believe what was happening to me. It was a full moon and I went camping with my boyfriend Ryan. It was a perfect setting, you know? It was so easy for us to play it off as a random wolf attack. But it wasn’t. I turned and lost my shit and mauled my boyfriend to death. And his only crime was to help me get over the pain I was in. After that night, my dad started locking me up in our basement until he heard about my mother’s childhood friend’s son becoming an Alpha. So here we are, back home.”

“You really are here for Derek Hale, aren’t you?”

“He may be the key to me not losing another person I love.” I sigh. “Because I can’t lose my dad or even you. I really don’t have that many people I can trust. There aren’t a whole lot of people that I’ll admit to loving either. I keep my circle small, especially now.”

Stiles doesn’t say anything, he just pulls me into a back breaking hug;squeezing me harder each time I try to break free.

“I’m here for you Laney.” He tells me. “Same with Scott. You’re not in this alone. Not anymore…”

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Preview of Chapter Four of Juggernaut Child

I was hoping to update Juggernaut Child tonight but it’s looking unlikely. Work kinda wiped me out along with roaring anxiety. But here is a little preview of the next chapter.

“Why are you defending him so?” The little boy questions.

I bite my lower lip in thought, thinking about what I’m about to tell him. “I think The Monk isn’t exactly the villain here. He’s not the boogeyman that us Fey people should fear. He’s a victim of his upbringing. He was brought up thinking us Feys are evil. I think the Red Paladins poisoned his mind against us. They made him believe it was their way or no way at all. He was brought up thinking we were damned, which isn’t the case at all. I think deep down, he’s scared.”

“Why do you think he didn’t kill you the day you faced him?” He questions after a long bout of silence. 

“I wish I knew.” I shrug. “Maybe we’re kindred spirits. Maybe we’re two halves of a whole. Maybe, we’re not so different.”

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Game of Survival. // Isaac Lahey

Delaney Stilinski is back in Beacon Hills. But she’s not the once cuddly little girl she once was. She’s...different. 

Are We the Hunters? But Plant Your Hope with Good Seeds

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Loved the "king in your story" intro. The main character tho 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻 she already seems so relatable. Can't wait to read more 👀

Thanks babes.