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I borrowed this idea from the brilliant @bellaarke who has brought back the bellarke positivity meme (if you’re a bellarke shipper go check out this post!). As with any hiatus, fandoms can get fatigued, I feel like the kabby fandom could use an injection of positivity. I hope this will inspire kabby fans to get excited about the coming season by celebrating everything we love about this incredible couple and their story so far! Thank you so much to @fire-of-the-sun for making the beautiful prompt graphic!
See the above graphic for prompts and guidelines! They’re also listed here below the cut:
GUIDELINES:
-You can pretty much complete these prompts however you choose.
-You can make edits, gifsets or fan videos, write meta or fanfiction, or any other fandom activity you wish to engage in surrounding these prompts.
-Feel free to take these prompts as canon or as au as you would like. You can create things for your favorite canon moments, moments we haven't seen, AUs, or fix-it moments! Go wild!
-You can do them in any order, and can do each prompt in one post, or split it up for each ‘moment’ (eg: one gifset of five quotes, or five gifsets–one for each quote).
-This is mainly to inspire positivity and fun between now and the premiere on April 30th, but there is no real time limit: feel free to go at your own pace.
-Make sure to use #kabbymeme so that everyone can find your choices. You can also tag @kabbyposmeme, we will aim to reblog all posts for this meme so that they can be found in one place!
So @leiaorganax‘s birthday was in the beginning of this month, and while I didn’t really know her then, it’s been a week and she’s now a big part of my daily life, so I couldn’t help but bring her a belated birthday present :)
So Happy belated Birthday, Justine!!! I do hope you continue to have a nice year and I hope you enjoy this little drabble :)
Once once again, using one of the @kabbyposmeme, so this goes out for “looks”!!
ENJOY!!!
Marcus had healed well. Abby could remember a time where he had barely been able to stand, and completely bedridden, and before that, she remembered his time in cryo. But now Marcus stood and walked around, shirtless, his scar visible, she knew it would never be gone, a reminder of the time she almost lost him for good.
Abby right now was a bit more focused on how good he looked. Almost double the age of the men he as working with, but he held his own. Building a home for 400 people wasn’t easy work, especially when they still hadn’t woken up everyone, so slowly they were moving things around to make space in the caves for everyone.
Marcus bend down to pick up another piece of wood, his back muscles in full display, and then his arms, lifting the wooden bin over his shoulder and walking up to one of the caves. His large arms, that could hold her down as he fucked her relentlessly, or the arms that held her up when he fucked her against the wall.
Those large and strong arms that she just needed around her right now, maybe for more than just being around her. Marcus was oblivious as she kept watching him as he moved back and forward with the cut wood, sweating more and more, and while Abby was too far to see the actual sweat, she couldn’t help but imagine the small drops running across his body, going under his jeans, that she couldn’t help but focus her eyes on as well, as they hung around his ass rather well.
“You know you could try to be less obvious,” a voice interrupted her thoughts.
“What?”
“You’re almost drooling, Abby,” Charmaine said, sitting next to her. “Weren’t you suppose to be writing down some more medical stuff from the last time they let you go up to see the library?”
“I am.”
“The paper is clean,” she said. “You look about ready to come.”
“Hey!!” Abby protested to only be met with Charmaine’s smirk, and since she wasn’t in any position to argue, she changed the subject. “Where’s Hope?”
“Madi, Indra and Gaia have her. I was going to go help with building the new houses, I’m missing some hard labor.”
“Ohhh... you’re joining them?” she asked surprised.
“Yes, Doc. Why so surprised? Desire to see me shirtless or jealous of me being close to Kane?”
“He will get flustered you with you close to him shirtless,” Abby said with a laugh.
“I would offer you to join us, but I think you’re quite good here on your own,” Charmaine said standing up, taking off her jacket, leaving her only in a top that didn’t do much to hold her chest, which Abby guessed was her plan, as she bend down, giving her a full view of her cleavage, before her lips came to rest close to her ear to whisper, “You will still have a view from the trees, but privacy will be assured.” With that, she left her with Shaw’s jacket that now smelled like her, and one of her signature smirks.
Abby’s eyes followed her figure as she walked off, before finding Marcus again, this time as he laughed at something Bellamy said, resting a hand on his shoulder, as his body stretched back, giving Abby a perfect view on the way his hair led down to his briefs, which she could see the told of now.
Charmaine approached them, Bellamy taking off and leaving her alone with Marcus. As she observed them, the more she knew Charmaine knew she was looking.
Abby observed from afar, as she took every chance to touch him, first in less than obvious ways, but by now, she couldn’t blame Marcus if he was hard, as Charmaine pushed her boobs onto his back, for some excuse Abby couldn’t even fathom.
And while Abby was in part jealous, the part of her that was turned on was much larger, and she was near to giving in to Charmaine’s proposal to look for a more discreet place, when she decided on something else.
Putting on Charmaine’s jacket around her, she got up and walked up to the site, with the full confidence of a woman who needed some relief right now.
“Bellamy, do you mind if I borrow Marcus for a few minutes.”
“Of course not, Abby,” he answered. “The work is moving well. We can hold the fort without him.”
“Thank you,” she said, ready to approach Marcus, but he must have heard her because he was ready to go. But instead of going back to camp, Abby took him down the caves, closer to the water.
But before they were too far away, she made sure to look behind her, and cross her eyes perfectly with Charmaine, and if she was smart enough she would know to follow them.
“I need you,” Abby whispered pulling him into the last cave, far away enough from everybody else, almost everybody else. Pulling his lips down to hers, holding strongly into his hair, Marcus didn’t waste any time kissing her back, and leading her back into a wall, and with his body pressed against hers, she knew she had been right, he was already hard.
“You’re eager,” she said, pulling away from his lips, as her hands fumbled with his pants and zipper, and he didn’t take long to free her as well.
“You’re one to talk,” he whispered, quickly pulling two fingers inside of her, knowing exactly how ready and wet she was.
“Now, Marcus,” she said, pulling herself up, to hold on to him, as he pushed himself inside her. From that moment on, there were no slow movements, everything was hard and fast, desperate for more and for kind of release.
But there was also something else between them, Abby could smell Charmaine still on his body as she held on and buried her face on his shoulder, still careful not to leave marks since he would have to go back to work after, and Marcus had his face deep on her jacket, the only thing protecting Abby from the rocks of the cave, and the object that more distinctively smelled that perfume Charmaine had made and insisted on wearing (much to Octavia’s annoyance who was allergic).
None of them mentioned it, but the smell made each thrust stronger, each movement hotter, each minute closer to orgasm, and while none would say it in that moment, they both came with the thought of a third presence in the room with them. And two distracted by each other, and their own thoughts, none noticed a shadow in the cave entrance, who had simply observed, smirking as she knew she had gotten into their heads (next time it would be their pants).
My first fill for @kabbyposmeme, for the prompt “reunion” :) Now, a warning this is based on the trailer for season 6 and a few of the spoilers from 6x01 I’ve seen - now I haven’t gone deep into the spoilers, so there’s not many of those, only one that’s considerable :)
Also while the end is very much Kabby, the first part is a lot of Kane, Diyoza and Indra :D I hope it still counts for the challenge, I just had this idea back with the trailer and then just intensified with the spoilers today
Enjoy!!!
[AO3]
“Come on, let this work,” Charmaine pleaded with herself, before punching in the instructions for the pod to open. She listened for the heartbeat as he came up, it sounded normal to her. “Come on, Kane, open your eyes,” she said, rubbing his beard.
“Where am I?” he asked groggy, opening his eyes.
“No time to explain, get up. I’ll help you,” she said, before pulling him out of the cryo, and helping him stand, as his torso still hurt.
They could all hear the shooting going on outside. And he saw Diyoza pulling out her gun as well, before telling him to stay put. Marcus looked around the room, and the only other awake person didn’t seem that alive either, he couldn’t tell who it was, with their body covered in blood. His attention was pulled back to Diyoza when he heard her shot at someone outside, before Indra came into the room and they locked the door again.
“Good to see you, my friend,” she said.
“What’s happening, Indra?”
“No time,” Diyoza answered as she moved to a panel in the wall. And Indra moved to pick up the body on the other side of the room, and he could finally tell who it was, Octavia.
Flashes of their last conversation came to mind.
“I can walk, Indra,” she murmured.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Indra said, continuing to help her until the wall next to Diyoza, before going back for him. “How are you feeling, Kane?”
“Confused.”
“Your body? We weren’t supposed to wake you up without Abby.”
“Why did you?”
“The people who beat up Octavia to a pulp are coming from you and I next. Wonkru.”
“Abby?”
“She went to the ground a few days ago, she took the little commander with her. This rebellion started after she left,” Diyoza said from her place on the ground as she finished opening the wall. “The plan is to make connection with the ground.”
“How?”
“Hopefully they haven’t disconnected the radio.”
“We’re going on hope,” Octavia said with a laugh, before she started coughing more blood.
“This is open. Let’s go,” Diyoza said. “I can pull Kane.”
“I can climb through the vents.”
“You can’t,” Diyoza and Indra answered at the same time. “Your heart stopped Kane, you’re not doing any work,” Diyoza continued. “And I’m pretty sure your torso won’t allow you to crawl.”
“I’m taking him,” Indra said, like he wasn’t even there. “You’re a pregnant woman and Octavia is lighter.”
“If you say so.”
Diyoza put her gun on the back of her pants and pushed Octavia inside the shaft with her, while Indra threw her weapon behind her back and did the same, pulling on him.
“Kane, let me know if you feel something weird.”
“What happened?”
“I wasn’t awake yet,” she answered him. “Neither was Diyoza.”
“Octavia was.”
“You flat lined and Abby put you back in cryo, Kane. Now let’s go,” Diyoza spoke.
“Where are we going?” he asked.
“None of my crew are awake. Your wonkru doesn’t know this ship like I do.”
“That means?”
“The cells down under, they’re locked down. You need multiple codes to get in or out,” she said. “The guards had a radio.”
“How are we getting there?”
“There’s a fall,” she said. “There’s a shaft on the guards bathroom.”
“I’m going down first,” Indra spoke, as they continued to slowly walk through the ships’ walls. Until they had to go silent, knowing there were people around them.
Charmaine continued to lead them, she had studied the ship’s blueprints multiple times, being ready had always been essential, she had them burned into her mind, in case of an eventuality like this, but she didn’t think she would be doing this almost seven months pregnant.
“Come on, kid,” she murmured to her belly. Hope hadn’t stopped moving since she had come into the cryo room for Kane. It was like her daughter could sense the danger of the situation and decide she should be awake for that.
Charmaine knew it would have been much easier if she had kept to herself, Wonkru would turn on themselves before turning on her, and hopefully by them, they would be on the ground, but then they decide Kane was their next target, and she couldn’t let that happen to him or Abby.
“Next turn,” she said behind her, and they were right, the moment she tuned right, the floor disappeared.
“I go first,” Indra offered, as she laid Kane next to a wall.
“Why? I know the ship better.”
“You’re pregnant, Colonel. Octavia and Kane are injured,” she said. “I’m going to find something to soften your drop.”
“The prison cells had mattresses. And the guard room, that’s the best one.”
“Okay, I’ll do that,” she said, sitting with her feet dangling in the hole. “You okay, Kane. Holding up?” Kane nodded at her, and she jumped.
The fall seemed never-ending, but she was down quicker than she would suspect, falling through the closed shaft immediately with eased her fall. She pushed herself up, she bruised her left arms and legs, but it wasn’t too bad.
Indra looked around trying to find the exit from the bathroom, and luckily the door wasn’t locked. She still wasn’t used to the the ship, it felt too much like the bunker, and it was even smaller...
Places like this were cold and dangerous. So different from the sun and the green she had lived in between all her life, she didn’t like how her feet didn’t allow her to feel anything, how everything was exactly the same, when in nature everything was their own way.
Everything being the same did make it easier to find the three heavily protected cells, only two still had mattress, and she pushed them into the bathroom, before getting the other mattress from the the guard’s room.
“Colonel, I’m ready here,” Indra yelled.
“Okay,” she heard back. “Octavia is going first.”
Moments later, the girl she had viewed as a child for so long was in front of her, she was only a shadow of herself now.
“You okay, Octavia?”
“Why do you care?”
“Come on,” Indra said, ignoring her anger, and helping her out of the mattress to a chair on the main room. She didn’t look good, ribs and left arm broken, the leg at least twisted, and her jaw was probably broken as well. Indra could imagine the pain was on, and it worried her how numb the girl was too the pain - how she had just been there taking it, when they interrupted her sparing with Niylah.
“Go,” she ordered her and Indra went back to the bathroom, giving the sign for Kane to drop.
“I’m okay, I’m okay,” he told her immediately.
“Come here,” she said, laying a hand on his pulse. “Seems regular.”
“Indra...”
“Come on, I don’t want Abby to kill me,” she said. She helped him out of the mattress and to the furthest chair away from Octavia - she didn’t like the idea of leaving here, but there wasn’t more she could do. Indra didn’t know what had happened between them, she hadn’t been there, but she knew it was bad.
“I’m okay. Go help, Diyoza.”
“Your turn,” she yelled, and the other woman came down immediately, making sure to land on her back.
“How’s the baby?” she asked when she was down.
“She’s still kicking,” she answered, before standing on the mattress. “Give me the lid and screws.”
“Why?”
“I’m closing this off. They will come down the shaft soon, we can’t give them any suspicion we’re down here.”
“Right.” They got to work after that, close the shaft, move the mattress back to the general atrium and lock the bathroom door.
“What now?” Indra asked the Colonel.
“Now we make the call,” Diyoza answered, going for Kane. “How you feeling?”
“Good.”
“Good, Indra, help me move him to the radio,” they both helped him to a chair in the radio booth.
“I’m going to see to Octavia’s injuries,” Indra said.
“How’s the baby?” Marcus asked. “You’re bigger.”
“Such a nice thing to say to a woman. I’m glad Abby is not the one pregnant.”
“I meant--”
“She’s okay,” she said, taking his hand to feel Hope kick. Marcus shocked with amazement.
“I... she’s kicking...”
“She is, babies tend to do that.”
“I... I’ve never--”
“You’ve never felt a baby kick before.”
“No.”
“Hope is proud to be your first, but now let’s get this radio working,” she said, but realizing he still wasn’t listening. “Kane!!”
“Sorry, yes,” he said pulling his hand back. “Can you avoid the bridge?”
“I should be able too.” Marcus observed as Diyoza made the connection. He tried to focus on that and not Octavia whimpers as Indra set her bones, he couldn’t even look behind him and see that.
Marcus tried to just keep his breathing in check, he knew he shouldn’t be awake, he didn’t want to die here, before he could see Abby again.
“It’s done, Kane, you should speak.”
“Why? I’m suppose to be asleep.”
“They will trust you more than me.”
“Eligius IV to Gagarin, please come in. Eligius IV to Gagarin,” he called out to the radio.
“Marcus...” he heard Abby’s familiar voice. “No, please... Russell said it was over...”
“Hey, Abby, it’s me,” she said to the radio.
“It’s the sun playing tricks again,” she whispered. “Marcus is a sleep. Jake is gone,” she repeated two more times.
“Abby, I’m not a sleep,” he said, still being ignored.
“Russell said it would work,” she said, and he knew she was pacing now.
“Give me the radio,” Diyoza asked.
“Come on, Doc, it’s me. And I had to wake up Kane, I’m sorry, but I need you to listen to me now.”
“This is not a vision??”
“No--” she started, before Marcus taking the radio back.
“Abby, are you okay? What’s happening?”
“Me? Marcus, what are you doing awake? Are you okay? How are you feeling? Why did they take you out of cryo?”
“Abby, why did you think this wasn’t real?”
“Something weird is happening in the ground. The nightblood made Clarke and Madi immune, and Russell gave me something to stop the hallucinations, I thought--”
“Kane, we don’t have time for this,” Diyoza spoke.
“You should be the one to explain,” he said giving her the radio, and taking the chance to listen and caught up with what was happening.
“After the Commander left, Wonkru turned on Octavia - she let herself be beat up. They were coming for Kane next.”
“You woke him up, then.”
“Indra and I thought was for the best. It’s us and Octavia hiding.”
“I don’t want Octavia--”
“I know, Abby,” Diyoza said, seriously. “I won’t let anything happen. But I don’t know how long we can hold off in here. We need you guys to come up here, with the little girl, please.”
“I need to find a ship, and a pilot.”
“Why can’t Raven and Shaw bring you here?” Marcus asked taking the radio.
“There’s something in here, Marcus. They are not functioning. No one is telling us much, besides that it happens.”
“You okay?”
“I’m okay now,” she said. “I love you, Marcus, I wanted to be there when you woke up.”
“Soon,” he promised her. “I love you too, Abby, if anything--”
“It won’t. You’re coming to the ground with me. It’s beautiful, you should see the sky... and Clarke is painting, and Madi has other children to play with. We were okay before the eclipse.”
“What’s the eclipse?”
“It turns people violent, they restrain those people.”
“Can’t they take something like you did?”
“There are biology restrictions, I can’t give it to them.”
“Okay, so what’s next?”
“I’m going to talk to Russell and get a ship to come and get you.”
“Russell?”
“The leader.”
“Okay. How’s Clarke?”
“Safe too, I’m getting to you, Marcus. I need to go talk to them, so we figure out what to do next.”
“Do that.”
“How long can you live there?” she asked, and he had turned to where Diyoza was now, having step back to give them some privacy.
“I just checked the food,” she said coming back. “There’s some 200 old stuff that will take us for five days, rationing.”
“Less than that,” Abby said. “Marcus, make sure Diyoza doesn’t ration,” she ordered, before adding, “Diyoza, make sure Marcus doesn’t ration as well.”
“Abby...”
“Both of you, promise.”
“Okay, Abby.”
“Yes, Doc.”
“I need to go. I can contact you back here.”
“No,” Diyoza spoke. “We can contact you. If you try to call us, it will warn the ship you’re trying to make contact.”
“Two hours. Call me in two hours.”
“We will,” Diyoza promised before stepping back.
“I don’t want to go, Marcus,” she whispered. “But I need too.”
“I know...”
“You’ll still be there in two hours.”
“I will, Abby, I’m not going anywhere. I’m okay.”
“I should be there.”
“Clarke needed you, Abby. I’ll be here when you get here.”
“I love you, Marcus.”
“I love you, Abby, and we’ll meet again.”
“We will,” Abby agreed, before turning off the call. Marcus closed his eyes, knowing that if anyone could save them, it would be Abby.
I’ve been writing this for months now, so finally posting before the season continues and this becomes less and less canon. Enjoy some domestic Marcus, Abby and Charmaine with Hope, and answers the prompt “hugs” from the @kabbyposmeme
Enjoy!!!
The city they began building when they arrived continued to grow and grow since they landed, but over the years the contact between them in New Earth and the others developed, with transportation between both places being now easy and common to a big part of inhabitants of New Earth.
Marcus, Abby and Charmaine still lived and worked in New Earth, but Hope took the metro everyday, since she had started school, taking it with Bellamy, who taught at the school, but to older years. But tonight they were crossing the camp, to the cities, Marcus did the trip more often, and that same day, he took it alone having booked some meetings there for the day; but Charmaine and Abby were coming together after her shift in the medical center.
So after his meetings, Marcus made it to the school, walking all the way, slowly, appreciating the views of the city, and stopping by a bakery to get some pastries for tonight, if Abby and Hope didn’t insist they should be eaten first (luckily Charm was coming with them and she wasn’t as easily swayed by their girls).
Finally arriving at the school, he found himself in front of a small building with multiple people around, from all different species. He looked around, to see if he could see his six year old girl, Hope.
“Daddy,” she yelled, running on his direction, pulling a girl along with her, who he recognized to be the same species as the health inspector who sometimes worked with Abby, identified by their pink skin, short stature and three legs.
“Hi, sweetie.”
“Daddy, meet H’gary - she’s my best friend in the all world!!”
“Hello,” he said, kneeling to their height, even if it wasn’t as easy anymore, ruffled his daughter’s hair and pulled her in for a hug.
“Where’s Mama and Mom?”
“They’re coming. Mom had surgery.”
“My mom is a doctor,” his daughter said proudly, like she told everybody, after all Abby’s job as easier to explain than his or Charmaine’s.
“I’m waiting for my mom too. We can wait together.”
“Can we, Dad?”
“Of course,” he told them. There were still a few moments before the teacher-parent conferences started.
He rested against the wall outside the building, as the girls continued running around. Marcus observed from afar, and he couldn’t help but notice that he was one the older parents, at least when it came to humans, it worried him often, not being able to be here for Hope’s entire life, he didn’t want to miss anything (he had already missed her birth, having still been in a coma, and a lot of her first years, before he, Abby and Charmaine took the plunge and gave this relationship a real chance, moving in together).
He was going deep into that train of thought, when his daughter interrupted his thoughts, coming up to him, followed by woman, looking like Hope’s friend.
“This is H’gary’s mother.”
“Hi, I’m H’asya. My daughter has talked about yours a lot.”
“Mine too. They’ve became close.”
“You don’t live in the city, do you?”
“No, we live in the settlement,” he answered, fearing that this would change something, since some people hadn’t accepted that well. “We’re Eartharians.”
“I suspected,” she replied with a laugh. “I like how this planet as always accepted people from everywhere.”
“It’s a nice thought. We like this new home.”
“How was Earth?” she asked, as the girls went off again. “I always love going to the Earth Museum in the city.”
“I didn’t see much of it. I was only really there for a few months.”
“I thought you... Ohh... were you one of the Eligius IV people?”
“No, Ark ones. The Station up in the sky.”
“Right. I remember that - Polaris Station was an Eligius project.”
“Correct.”
“Mama!! Mom!!” he heard his daughter yell, and saw her ran of to Charmaine’s arms, who immediately picked her up, and let her close to Abby, so she could hug her mom too.
“I imagine that’s your daughter’s mom.”
“Moms, my partners.” And while he noticed some surprise on the woman’s eyes, she took it in stride, and went with him to greet them, catching her daughter’s hand as they came closer.
Marcus immediately pecked Abby’s lips, before giving Charmaine a kiss as well, and another on Hope’s head.
“These are H’asya and H’gary--”
“My best friend!!”
“Yes,” he said, with a small laugh. “Abby and Charmaine.” They exchanged pleasantries after the fact, before starting to walk inside the school, with the girls running ahead.
“How was the meeting?” Abby asked.
“Long,” he answered. “I’ll probably have to book an entire week of meetings. I need you to come with me, Charm, probably Indra too. Bellamy or Clarke.”
“I can’t spare Clarke,” Abby spoke. “And are you two leaving me for a week?”
“Sorry, babe,” Charm said, throwing her arms around her waist. “But Hope can stay with us a few of the nights here at the hotel, and you can have a girl’s night with Clarke.”
Abby had been wanting to plan that for awhile, it wasn’t easy for her to spend time with her oldest daughter outside of work.
“I will still miss you,” Abby murmured with a pout, looking at both of them, before bringing Charm’s hand to her lips.
“Can you convince Clarke or Madi to take Hope on Saturday?” Marcus asked her. “We’ll both make your night worthwhile.”
“No doubt about that,” Abby said with a laugh. “I’ll see what I can do,” she said. “Now come on, Hope is getting impatient, and you know how she gets.” Hope was in front of the stairs, waiting for them and pacing between her two small feet, since her best friend had already gone up.
Charmaine untangled herself from Abby, with a kiss to the back of her head, before running forward, to pick up Hope and twist her in her arms.
“Mama!!! Put me down.”
“Never, baby,” she said, laying a kiss on her cheek, as Marcus and Abby walked up holding hands.
“Can we go?” she asked putting on her grown up voice, but holding onto her mother’s hand. “My classroom is right next to Uncle Bellamy’s.”
“We know, Hope,” Marcus said, ruffling her hair, or at least trying too.
“No, don’t do that, Daddy,” she said, getting away from him, and to the other side of Charmaine. “You’re gonna ruin the braid Mom made.”
“It looks so pretty,” Charmaine told her, looking at Abby.
“I know!! Mom makes the best braids,” she said, as they started climbing the stairs. “Mama, you should let Mom braid your hair.”
“She has braided your dad’s hair, when it got awfully long.”
“She did?”
“You were too little to remember,” Abby answered. It had been too long ago, a lifetime ago. “And I’ve also done your mama’s hair.”
“When?”
“When your dad and I got married. You were really little, but Mama was there with you.”
“Who else was there?”
“You know the story, Hope...” Marcus said, but the girl ignored him.
“Was Aunt Indra there?”
“Yes, she was, right next to Daddy,” Charmaine answered. “Like I was next to Mom.”
“And Clarke?”
“There too.”
“And Madi? And Raven? And--”
“Yes. Yes.”
“And Bellamy? And Octavia?”
“Baby, everyone was there,” Charmaine said, before the girl decided to name everyone in the damn village and then the city.
It had been the first big celebratory event in the new planet, bringing everyone from Earth and multiple native people from the planet - it had brought people together in more ways than others. Abby and Marcus had been married for almost ten months, before the three of them had found themselves in bed together again. It had been hard for Charmaine to go back to just be friends when they got married, but she knew they were a team first and foremost, that was with who she had fallen in love.
“I know!!” she said, letting go of her hand, and running up the rest of the stairs, and throwing her arms around H’gary again, like they hadn’t seen each other just a few moments ago.
They took their seats next to H’asya, and with the other parents, as the kids ran around, playing with each other. H’asya let them know that each parent unit was being called on their own, and each meeting was being around five/ten minutes, and that at the end there would be a meeting with the entire group.
They distracted themselves looking at their girl, who was now in the middle of a game, not only with H’gary, but two other girls and a boy. She was good at making friends, much better than Marcus had ever been, she imagined she had Charmaine’s charm (or McCreary’s, he guessed), a girl made to lead.
“Can you believe how big she has gotten?” Charmaine whispered, looking at Hope now giving orders to two of her friends. “I feel like just yesterday I was pregnant.”
“You do realize Clarke is over thirty,” Abby said with laugh.
“Beautiful for a grandmother,” Marcus said kissing the top of her head.
“You’re a grandmother?” H’asya asked. “Sorry, I just couldn’t help but hear it.”
“My oldest,” Abby said. “I had her with my first husband when I was in my twenties, she has a teenage daughter herself.”
“Do they get along? Hope and your other daughter and granddaughter?” she asked. “Sorry her father’s wife is pregnant, and we’re bit scared how they will get along.”
“They have a lot of fun together. Hope admires them a lot, she loves following them around.”
“So they get along.”
“They do, but Clarke, my oldest, was already an adult when Hope came around, so I don’t know how it would be if they were younger.”
“But your daughter seems to do okay with friends,” Charmaine said. “Hope adores her. And I had half-siblings on my mom’s side, and we may fight a bit, but at the end we got along.”
“Okay, thanks,” H’asya said, before standing. “I think they are calling for me. Can you keep--”
“An eye on H’gary? Of course,” Marcus answered, and she left them alone.
Abby rested into Marcus’ arm as Charmaine kept looking at their daughter, and Abby reached for her leg with a squeeze.
“Baby, she’s just growing up. I know it’s fast, but you still have a long way to go.”
“You sure?”
“Clarke came to me three days ago to help her pick a shirt for her dinner with Raven. So no, you won’t stop being her mother.” Charmaine laughed at that, and she could feel Marcus doing the same behind her.
“Thanks,” Charmaine said with a smile. “Thank you,” she said, taking her hand, and pulling her legs up to her lap.
“Hey, we’re in public,” Abby complained, trying to sit correctly as she laughed. “Save all the touching for Saturday, you two, you’ll have to pay your due before you leave.”
“I promise,” Marcus said, and Charmaine only smirked at the proposal, letting go of her legs.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @alisonstaton!!!! You’re AMAZING, and I’m so glad I can call you my friends :) I really wish you the BEST day and that you have a fabulous year :D
Also fills the prompt “kisses” from @kabbyposmeme, which is the fourth one, and I intended to write them in order, but my ideas for the first few prompts are more domestic, and no way I wasn’t gifting Alison with smut on her birthday, so here it is :) (Also before any complaints, I was told I was allowed to do Kabbyoza for this challenge :) )
Abby knew how his lips felt on her back, it had been something she had been familiar with since their first nights in Polis. But tonight, she had still been surprised.
This was new. He had never kissed her there, with the tenderness enclosed in guilt that came with it, in a night she was with them, a night where they shared themselves with Charmaine Diyoza.
Marcus seemed to be in his own world, whispering apologies onto her back once again, as he softly touched the almost faded lines, as he pulled her dress up, leaving her the most naked of them, since they had only pulled their jackets and shoes off, before coming into the room.
Unlike Marcus, Charmaine wasn’t sure what was happening when she came into the room, closing the room behind her, even second guessing if she should leave, but deciding to stay since they had openly invited her tonight. She had only been gone for a few minutes, wanting to check on her three year old, Hope, who had been left on the care of Madi, as the adults had enjoyed the day and then an evening party in Sanctum, something they didn’t do often.
But now Charmaine felt the environment had changed in her time away, but she didn’t want to go and leave them, so she stepped forward and sat on the bed, taking her hand to Abby’s chestnut hair, with more grey now than when they had first met, but that tonight was beautifully pulled up and decorated with flowers.
Abby pulled her head up to her lap, and Charmaine started pulling off the pins and other artificial methods of holding her hair up, but trying to keep the flowers intact. Her hair out of her eyes as well, as both pairs held each other.
“I don’t know why...” she whispered, reading Charmaine’s question with a familiarity that came from sharing these encounters for years now.
“I never saw him touch them before.”
“You never do either.”
“I thought they hurt you,” she answered, it had been obvious to her to follow Marcus’ lead in these things. “Like your leg, sometimes.”
“They don’t.”
“How did those happen?”
“I did them,” Marcus finally spoke, admitting in shame. “I’m so sorry, Abby...”
“I know that.” He had apologize more times than she couldn’t count, and each day he had made her feel the same. “What happened today?” she asked, holding on to his hand, and pulling him off her back, so she could kiss him as she sat up.
In her mind, Abby thought the day had gone well. They had spent the day in the city, Sanctum, Russell and his wife were good company and welcoming to them, after years of cultivating this relationship. Some of the kids had even asked for Hope, she had run around after some of the kids from Sanctum. For the evening celebration, Charmaine had thought it was for the best for her to stay back, so her daughter had driven back to town with Madi and others who weren’t staying for the night.
“Only a monster could mark your skin like that.”
“Marcus,” she whispered, reaching for his cheek and pulling him in for another kiss.
“When we were playing with the children,” Charmaine realized. “You took off your shirt, Abby, and we could see your back.”
“I was with Russell and he asked me if I had killed the person who did it,” his voice was so sad and broken.
“What happened?”
“Long ago,” Abby said, fitting onto his lap and pulling off the top of her dress. “I broke the law and Marcus was the Chancellor.”
“He lashed you?
“Yes.”
“He had someone do it,” she said at the same time as he spoke.
“Marcus Kane? The man who wouldn’t spank me when I asked him.”
“It wasn’t like that,” they both spoke.
“Sorry,” she said, realizing their guilt, and seeing it was too soon for any jokes. “What did you do?” she asked Abby, moving closer to her, as Abby caressed Marcus’ back.
“I gave some kids guns. Bellamy was between them.”
“Why?”
“Clarke.” Charmaine wasn’t surprise to hear that, she knew Abby would do anything for her daughter, and she had seen that circle expand to Madi and Hope as well.
“Abby wanted to find Clarke. She only wanted to save her daughter’s life.”
“I wanted that. But giving the guns to the children was not the solution, one of the boys shot up an entire village.”
“Bellamy?”
“No, not him,” Abby said. “But it was my fault, I gave him the gun.”
“Marcus applied the law,” Abby continued. “Ten lashes, electric baton.”
“God...” she murmured, reaching her hand out to touch her back, as Marcus dropped his head on Abby’s shoulder and murmured another apology.
“It doesn’t hurt,” she said. “He gave me the Chancellor pin after,” she continued, rubbing his back. “He went to look for Clarke and made peace,” she reminded them, letting her hands continue to roam his back. As Charmaine’s moved to her lower back, and then laid down on the bed, to be closer.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Yes,” she answered, and her lips stepped closer, ready to kiss her scars.
Abby could feel her breath on her back, warm and soft, but she couldn’t yet feel her lips, Charmaine moved closer across her lower back, softly torturing her.
“Charm, please...”
“Not yet.”
Charmaine continued blowing air onto the scars, all across her back, leaving butterfly kisses on the edge of the scars, never touching Abby where she expected. She pleaded with her words, but her body was impatient as well, not being able to quiet on Marcus’ lap.
“Shhh...” Marcus whispered, before lifting her out of his lap, and lying her down on the bed, as Charmaine moved down, before resuming her treatment of her back, and sneaked a hand around to lightly trace her outlines of her underwear.
Abby turned her head to the side to see Marcus strip down to his boxers as well, before climbing on the bed, she immediately expected his lips on her, but instead she heard Charmaine moan instead and stopped feeling her breath on her.
Abby turned on her back to see Marcus kissing Charmaine’s arm, right where she had burned herself. Abby knew that story, how she left the army to fight against what her country had become, and had burned her skin off on both sides. The United States of America flag and her rank in the army. She always kept them hidden when they went to Sanctum, after all most of those people’s ancestors were Americans, but her neck scar was still visible.
Abby pulled Charmaine to her this time, after quickly turning and sitting up on the bed, Charmaine quickly sat on her lap, each leg on one side of her.
“I was trying to kiss you, Abby.”
“Too long, Charm,” she answered, before kissing the scar on her neck, as Marcus continued to kiss her burned tattoo, now the flag.
“Abby...”
Abby continued to kiss her neck, again she didn’t kiss her scar often, even if it was such a proof that she was here now, alive, with Hope sleeping on a room a few quarters down.
“You’re alive... I’m so glad you’re here...” And then her lips moved to Marcus’ neck scar, another proof of someone she had come so close to losing. Abby kissed him there, as he still kissed Charm, and she once again played with her hair, before leading her hand down her back, unclasping her bra, before she touched her scars, her full hand covering them.
“There’s too many scars between us,” Charm told them.
“No, more scars,” Abby said, pulling back, to kiss Charmaine’s lips, holding her face close, opening her mouth to her tongue. “I’m not fixing you two again,” she said, pulling back.
“Hope will be trouble,” Charmaine said with a laugh, the girl could be caught running almost always.
“Her I will help, I like her,” Abby answered. “But really, I just want us to be safe.”
“Abby...” Marcus said raising his head from Charmaine’s arm. “Is this about what Russell was talking out?”
“Exploring the other side of the planet could be dangerous. He said the people they have sent for the last decades, never reported back.”
“Abby, please not tonight,” he told her. “He’ll meet about this tomorrow. Now just... be here,” he said, offering her a kiss, quicker than the one she had shared with Charmaine, then he stood from the bed and offered a hand to Charmaine.
“Undress.”
“Come help me,” she said with a smirk. And Abby looked as Marcus unbuttoned Charmaine’s pants and kissing down her legs, before leaving a kiss on her naked cunt, since she had gone commando to avoid any underwear lines. Charmaine pulled her own blouse and bra off, which had pushed her breasts up which made it rather difficult to not push her against the wall in one of the darker corners of the room during dinner.
“Abby, on your front,” Charmaine ordered, pulling her out her thoughts, and Abby threw her a questioning look, before obeying, but continued looking at them as she whispered something on Marcus ear, before coming to their bed.
This time she didn’t tease her, and her lips immediately touched her scars, with a softness she normally associated more with Marcus than with her, but every kiss was tender. Not an apology, but a reminder of everything they had lived apart and together.
“You’re beautiful, Abby, so beautiful... Everyone had their eyes on you, did you know that?” Charm whispered, the words almost muffled on her skin, but only almost. “Marcus was trembling with jealousy, wanting to scream you’re his, the beautiful Abigail Griffin Kane is a taken woman, a married woman.”
“She is a married woman,” Marcus spoke.
“A married woman who very much appreciates being eaten out by someone who’s not her husband,” she continued, reaching for a pillow to put under her hips, as her teeth caught on the underwear and started pulling them down. “With a husband who very much appreciates watching,” she said, as her thong slipped off her legs.
Charmaine moved up, parted her legs, and licked her from one side to the other, before folding her lips with her tongue, moving quick and hard, as one of her hands squeezed her left butt cheek, while the other held onto the bed for balance, rather necessary when she felt her moan into her own cunt.
Knowing that Marcus had entered Charmaine made her even hotter and she couldn’t help but try to find some relief, by moving higher on the pillow, so she could find some relief for her clit.
“Hey, Abby, I can take care of you,” she said, pulling back, and helping her raise to her knees, as she moaned as well, and knew Abby knew Charm was close too. With Abby on her knees, Charmaine more easily took her clit between her lips.
“Charm!!” Abby yelled, before feeling her fingers as well, moving hard and fast, in and out, like her tongue had before. She could feel her movements getting more erratic, but she didn’t stop until Abby was coming, her lips still around her clit and her fingers feeling the pulsing.
“Make her come again,” she heard Marcus groan. “You, close, Charm?”
Abby didn’t heard an answer, as her legs gave in, as another orgasm hit her.
“Charm...” Abby murmured as she continued, making her come for a third time as she felt Charmaine’s breaths and moans on her inner tights as she herself came.
“Fuck, Kane,” she groaned, rolling down on the bed, Marcus no longer inside her, and Abby noticed Marcus there still hard, and covered in Charm’s cum, waiting for her.
“Marcus, slow,” Abby asked, turning on her back, opening her arms to him, still feeling tender from the previous activities.
Marcus entered her slowly and Charmaine moved next to her on the bed, and kissed the crook of her neck again.
“He won’t last long,” she whispered, between soft kisses.
“Neither will I,” she said, running her hand across Marcus’ hair, which was getting a bit long and in a need of a cut.
Charmaine observed, as they moved together, slowly and unison, their free hands intertwined, their gasps and moans so familiar to her ears now, that she perfectly knew the moment they were close, and she opened her eyes, enough to see them as pleasure took over.
Abby taking her hand off Marcus’ hair to hold on to her hand, as she drifted down, before bringing it to her lips and kissing her palm, just over the small burn she had gotten three days ago when she had to stop Hope from trying to play with the fire when she had been making dinner.
“I love you,” Marcus whispered to Abby’s skin before rolling back to his back, so he could sleep, not being able to sleep on his side since he was attacked by Vinson. His torso’s scars had healed much worse than his neck one, his skin forever deformed, but easily masked by his dark hair.
“Love you too,” Abby said, turning on her side to rest her head next to him, as her hand pulled Charmaine to spoon behind her, fitting perfectly behind her, their hands still intertwined coming to rest on Marcus’ chest. Her other hand coming to pull the hair away from her face, now having long lost its flowers, and then allowing her to kiss behind her ear.
“Someone needs to get the covers,” she murmured.
“Please,” Abby said, throwing her a smile.
“I actually need to pull them back,” she said untangling herself and standing up, and starting to pull back her side, before going to turn off the light.
“I don’t want to move.”
“Come on,” Marcus said, picking her up, and Charmaine pulled the covers back quickly, and they climbed in, pulling them over them.
Abby fitted herself onto Marcus again, and Charmaine snuggled behind Abby, laying a kiss on her shoulder, as her hand fell on Marcus’ scars, and she couldn’t help but feel blame for those (and it was better her than Abby), since she was the one who put Vinson in front of them.
Abby and Marcus took her hand away from there at the same time, pulling their three intertwined hands to his heart, and Charmaine closed her eyes, resting her lips on Abby’s warm shoulder.
