letterbomb

Fandom: The 100

Pairing: Kabby

Word Count: 3510

Warnings: Well, it was a smut exchange, so…

(A/N: Here is my @kabby-holiday-fun Valentines fic for @a-kabby-k It’s already in the collection on AO3 obviously, but I thought I’d post it here too! Very happy you liked it, Ju! Happy Valentines Day!)

He’s practically vibrating with pent up anticipation and worry as he paces up and down the fence, slowly grooving a path into the ground with muddy footprints. Marcus keeps his eyes fixed on the tree line, ignoring Harper rolling her eyes in his direction. Abby and Raven had said they were fine, that everyone was fine, voices filled with static once their radio had finally come back into range. They’re fine, he tells himself, but knows he will be unable to relax until he can confirm it with his own eyes. Clarke and Bellamy went out to meet them a little under an hour ago, and though everything in Marcus desperately wanted to go too, he remained behind to keep an eye on the fragile state of calm that had settled in Arkadia, knowing how easily it could be broken these days.

It’s one thing to hear her voice over the radio, sounding tired and miserable with missing him, mirroring the same pangs he feels in his own chest, but still giving him the precious confirmation that she is alive. It’s quite another to finally drink in the sight of her as she appears, along with the rest of her group, looking a little worse for wear but happy to be with Clarke, walking alongside her, once more.

Marcus stands at Arkadia’s front gates, waiting, until Abby’s eyes find his, and then it’s like he has tunnel vision. The rest of the world ceases to exist, and there is only the profound relief and blazing need on her face as she starts running towards him. Marcus takes a few long strides to meet her and then she’s there. He scoops her up as she jumps into his arms, lifting her off the ground completely, and is delighted by the little breathless laugh she lets out.

She’s real and solid and warm, and Marcus can’t get close enough, even though he swears he can feel her heartbeat echoing his own where their chests are crushed together. He buries his face in the honey waves of her hair, breathes her in, feels her lips brush his pulse point, and thanks the universe for bringing her back to him safe and whole.

films watched in 2017 ☰ star wars: episode v - the empire strikes back

Here it is, the final chapter. Prepare yourself for adorableness, some cute and slightly awkward flirting and perhaps a kiss? 

Read previous chapters: Part I and Part II

The ride to the restaurant was awkward. Both of them are sneaking glances at each other, only to blush when they’re caught and quickly turning their heads.

“Do you-”

“Where are-”

They both start talking at the same time and when it falls silent again, Abby can’t help but giggle at their ridiculous behaviour and Marcus quickly joins in. The rest of the drive passes in a much more relaxed atmosphere. They talk about their day at the hospital and even gossip about their boss, Jaha. Marcus informs her that they’re going to a restaurant owned by a friend of his. It isn’t overly extravagant but he promises that the food’s delicious.

— these hands had to let it go free

Thomas Ruff :: Sterne: 03h 09m /-20*, from Stars, 1990

Summary: Abby misses Marcus after returning from Polis, so she seeks comfort in his room, his trinkets, his clothes. Of course, because she’s back in Arkadia, nothing is ever really private…and she learns some news that changes everything for her and the man she loves. 

(Translated, my Abby/Raven brotp feelings got away from me and I cried three times while writing this and it’ll probably have another chapter).

Everything looked like him, smelled like him, felt like him.

From the trinkets on his bedside table to the paintings on the wall, Abby could practically sense Marcus Kane in the room. She could see him sitting in the chair at his small metal table poring over maps of the surrounding area, laying in bed reading one of the numerous books from his amassed quantity on his bookshelf, gently hanging his guard jacket on the hook on the back of the door.

He was everywhere and nowhere, with her and in Polis.

Some logical part of her knew it was silly, girlish even, to come wandering into his room in the middle of the night when she couldn’t sleep. What was she, a lovesick teenager? She’d only returned from Polis that morning, could still taste their goodbye kiss on her tongue. His “may we meet again” still echoed in her heart, her head, written into her pulse. A few hours was by no means enough to stir the deepest depths of absence-induced longing in her heart, but it was enough to make her uncomfortable: enough to drive her thoughts back along the path she’d travelled and up into their room in the tower.

What was he doing right now? Had Roan fought and won? Was the alliance still intact? And if it wasn’t, had he, Octavia, and Indra gotten out of the city safely?

Again, logic: there was little merit in giving weight to unfounded questions and doubts. But with Luna’s arrival – and illness – it had been a chaotic day, and Abby had quickly begun tiring of reining in her wayward brain. Her exhaustion pushed her doubts into a downward spiral, and a constant, nagging churning in her stomach hadn’t subsided since she heard the Polis gates close behind her. It had become increasingly difficult to force herself to remain sensible where Marcus Kane was concerned.

Such ruminations would be typical of the kids – of Monty and Harper, maybe, whom she’d just learned were in a relationship – but she was a grown woman, well past having learned how to cope with the absence of the man she loved. She constantly reminded herself that Marcus was fine, that this was by no means the first time they’d been separated, that they’d been parted during far more strenuous times in the past. All things considered, this separation should have given her less cause to worry than the others.

And yet, when she woke from a hellacious City of Light flashback of a nightmare, there was only one person she wanted to see. One man whose arms she wished were around her, one voice she wanted to hear soothing her as she briefly struggled to see through the hazy mirage of dreams. But her bed was empty, the sheets around her cold with his absence, her skin cool without the warmth of him beside her. As she took a seat in one of the cold metal chairs at his table and rested her elbows on the surface – then her head in her hands – she took deep breaths and tried to shove the tears searing at the corners of her eyes into submission.

It may have been late – later than almost anyone else in Arkadia would be awake – but she’d left the door open out of an informal self-reassurance. She couldn’t give into this now: not when they’d only been separated for less than a day. She just needed to be here, she told herself, for a few minutes. To feel him for long enough to calm her racing heartbeat, to absorb the remnants of his smile and laughter that remained in those stationary objects. Being here was like sitting in the sunlight; she felt safe, warm, hopeful.

When she was here, she was with Marcus.

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