#“ ━━ ◤ oh baby girl you know we’re gonna be legends ; octavia blake ◢

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Tag Drop: Relationships.   Im redoing everything because i got mad at them, These are character tags and ALSO ship tags. They are EXCLUSIVE to the muns who write these characters with me.

“  ━━ ◤ whatever souls are made of hers and mine are the same ; caroline forbes. ◢

“  ━━ ◤ if i’m on fire you’ll be made of ashes too ; harper adams. ◢

“  ━━ ◤ look at this godforsaken mess that you made me ; clarke griffin. ◢

“  ━━ ◤ oh baby girl you know we’re gonna be legends ; octavia blake ◢

“  ━━ ◤ should’ve known you’d bring me heartache - almost lovers always do ; cleo bellos. ◢

“  ━━ ◤ if there’s a light at the end it’s just the sun in your eyes ; jessica hamby. ◢

“  ━━ ◤ one single thread of gold tied me to you  ; daphne greengrass. ◢

“  ━━ ◤ you said a million things without ever opening your mouth ; matt halliwell ◢

“  ━━ ◤ we said no strings attached and I got caught up in that ; theodore nott.  ◢

“  ━━ ◤ what happens when a tornado meets a volcano ; blaise zabini. ◢

“  ━━ ◤ somewhere between desperate and divine ; ron weasley. ◢

“  ━━ ◤ bring on the fire and bring on the storm ; pansy parkinson. ◢

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Will Parry and Lyra Silvertongue in HIS DARK MATERIALS: Malice.

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five times kissed

One. His hands are shaking - they never do that, and god this girl may just be what kills him. fourth year just gets weirder and weirder every day, but there’s always octavia blake, raven hair falling down her back as he watches her across the room. whoever’s idea it was to have a formal ball needed to rot. sweaty palms hand her drink to her as he returns and they spend the rest of the evening dancing awkwardly and laughing as other people dance far worse. Cormac, for what it was worth, had grown up at events like these and ought to be far more graceful than he was, but the drum of his heart in his chest was too loud to think, and as he left her at the Slytherin door that night he hovered uncomfortably before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers. for a moment it was like they were both startled, after all, they had gone as friends - hadn’t they? And then she laughs, and he laughs, and as she waves him off to bed he cant help but wonder what he just started. two. he’s more self assured now. with octavia and with everyone else too. his hands don’t shake anymore and any sign of young nerves has been replaced by the devilish smirk that finds its home on his face. he walks into the common room behind theo, as usual there are complaints from the slytherin portraits about a lion in their home. and then there’s octavia shutting them up with green eyes that dare them to say one more word. There’s always octavia. And now she makes a home for herself in his lap when he sits on the couch, his hands in her hair as their friends seem to watch them with curiosity. They’re still only friends, and he swears to it even as his lips blanket hers and his tongue passes through her lips. Three. back slams against stone and his laughter overtakes any pain that might have accompanied that. She’s pressed against him, hands roaming his body- his hands are twisted, knotted in her hair, holding her close as he tastes whiskey on her lips. He’s far more drunk than any alcohol could ever reach. This castle is supposed to have eyes everywhere, but he feel’s like in this dusty dirty alcove there’s only him, and octavia. there’s always octavia. his thoughts are fleeting, barely forming, because her lips are breaking away from his to his neck and if they don’t survive this year at least he will die having felt what it feels like to have your entire body go up in flames of pleasure. He flips them, puts her against the wall and lets his lips find hers again, hands cupping under her to lift as legs wrap around him. They might die in a few months, but that’s not tonight. four. he can barely see through the haze of the explosion, barely make out what has happened to him, can’t tell if a single one of those kids made it out, but he see’s octavia through it. There’s always octavia. She’s screaming his name and bellamy’s arms are around her and it occurs to him that she thinks he’s dead. he needs to sit up, but he cant, something is holding him and it’s only then that he realizes there’s metal running through his shoulder. oh. she’s still screaming. her voice sounds more and more feral the longer it goes and if she keeps it up she’ll draw attention to herself. she must have broken through bellamy now because he can feel her at his side, and then her lips are on his and he’s forcing himself to kiss her back if only to prove that he’s still alive. she tastes of blood and chaos and desperation. five. He’s drunk and sloppy and depression has certainly gotten the worst of him these days. there’s no arguing that he’s not okay. he spends his nights quieting trhe demons, and in the end someone takes him home. Blaise and Theo usually, sometimes Draco and Greg step in. Millie got him last night. he’s seven deep in firewhiskey and he didn’t count the gigglewaters and when octavia shows up in a rinky-dink muggle bar, he thinks she’s some kind of angel coming to collect him. he tells her so, drunk and foolish and falling all over himself. but she’s not an angel, she’s real. There’s octavia to take him home tonight.

he’s too drunk to realize tonight. there’s always octavia.