#blakecest for ts

[kiingship-blog]

✿ / WINK WINK

(  KISS MEME  ) 7: FIRM KISS

              there’s a definitiveness to this goodbye that the others didn’t have. a final battle.              the stakes are higher, the numbers on each side greater, and the possibility of              casualties a dreaded certainty. mount weather issued its declaration of war over              twenty-four hours ago now, and it’s time for them all to say their farewells. bellamy              can feel the same trepidation tightening in his chest like a vice just as it had the              last time they’d had to leave each other, and the first time when they’d taken              octavia away in chains just for existing.              bellamy is a man at war with himself: every instinct in him is screaming out to stop              her, to lock her up safely behind their own lines and handcuff her if he has to.               anything to keep her from going, from risking her life and the chance of death in              this battle. but it’s not his right anymore to hold her back. she isn’t just his baby              sister anymore, she’s a fully-fledged warrior, cut from the same leather armor and              blood-encrusted iron as the grounders are and they need her to fight        every               last one of them must if they want to stand even a chance at victory       they need              her sword, and her bravery.               but i need her more, bellamy thinks. that’s the truth he hasn’t allowed himself to              cling to like he has his over-protective aggression. HE NEEDS HER, he’s always              needed her; somewhere deep beneath the layers of buried guilt and the conflicted              twisted mess he’d once carried like a burden, he’s always known this. he’s still               that boy who clutched her, tiny and helpless and utterly reliant on him, in his arms,              vowed to protect her all his life, whose life didn’t start until hers did. and this is the              moment he’s always unconsciously feared. more than death, more than losing her,              the bullet-to-the-heart slam of his chest beating out the panic of the reality that              octavia might one day not need him anymore.               she’s his little sister, but here she is doing what he’d taught her all their lives. slay              your demons. you are not afraid. he’s afraid of losing her though, of fighting his               way through this bloody war only to come out the other end without her. his hands              shake as he drags her in close to him, clutches at her, heartbeat threatening to               force its way out of his ribcage and spill blood. and just as she’s pulling away, his              hands find her face, grip tighter than he means to but he’ll lose the nerve and the               last chance he’ll ever have to do this if he lets go now.               & this too, he’s always understood in a way. guarding her like his own, hackles               rising any time anyone came too close, because she is his. always has been and               will be. his sister, his blood, his world and all that it’s made up of. and he is hers.              his lips press against hers with the desperation of fire licking at ashes, too little              to breathe, to think of air, and he kisses hard enough to bruise. an echo of himself              left on her lips, and his, if this is the last time they’ll ever see each other. it’s fast              and glorious and burns harder and swifter than a supernova, their kiss.               breaking away, breathing harsh for his aching lungs, his forehead tips against hers,              hands still framed around her jaw and both their mouths are red and parted              mid way through gasps.                                           ❝  we will see each other again, do you understand me ?  ❞                   his voice breaks on the words, but he doesn’t care. it doesn’t matter. he’ll live for              her, and survive for her, and when this is all over they will see each other again.

                      ❝  i love you, little sister. i love you. ❞

[enduringfirst-archived]

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Send me § and my muse will react to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them

           It's such a quick, unannounced, shift in the mood that            stuns him that for a moment he can do nothing but stand            there with his arms up and his eyes wide. One minute he's            joking around with his sister, something all too rare these days,            and the next her hands are shoving against his shoulders and            he's stumbling back against the metal wall. In a flash Octavia is            following his uncoordinated steps with confidence and ease and            then she's on him. Though her previous actions had given off an air            of certainty the way her lips pushed against his seemed nervous;            unsure and questioning and he wonders if she's thinking she's made            a mistake.

           He could put an end to this, possibly even find a way to keep her            from embarrassment. His body doesn't seem to listen to his thoughts;            once the shock wears off and he can fucking move again one of his            hands snakes around her waist, pulling her firmly against him and his            other hand moves behind her neck. Just what the hell was he getting            himself into?

[glitchpaladin]

octavia murderizing the shit out of people with her new grounder badassery skills and bellamy watching her :))))