(Oh hello what’s this oh right it’s a little sort of kabby drabble thing I wrote today because I have a lot of feelings about Marcus hanging out with his mother’s tree, I’m just gonna go hide now because I don’t really do fic ahhh)

Title: A Good Listener
TV Show: The 100
Ship: Marcus Kane/Abby Griffin
Rating: general

The place where the Eden tree is planted isn’t far from the Arkadia camp, but far enough that Marcus always feels vaguely guilty about going there. The trip has a strange sense of pilgrimage, an idea which makes him a little uncomfortable, and he knows his time could be better used in a hundred different ways.

But today he has the time, albeit not much of it, and he has…purpose, of a kind. So here he is, and as he approaches he feels the familiar wave of relief to see that the tree is still there where he left it. He kneels down beside it, presses his hands gently against the earth that surrounds the base of the trunk, reassuring himself that it’s firmly rooted. Then he sits back and just looks at it for a while, unsure how to begin. No matter how many times he comes here, it’s always like this at first.

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but I mean

• Abby’s leg
  
• Abby’s messy post-sex hair
  
• the tank top Abby’s bare arms ahhhhhhhh
  
• Marcus’ smile as he watches Abby get dressed because YO I FEEL YOU KANE YOU AND ME BOTH HOT DAMN BABE
  

like…I know y’all are thirsty as fuck for Marcus and I’m happy for you because he was looking damn fine but LORD HAVE MERCY I THINK THAT EPISODE MADE ME EVEN GAYER

Title: ‘Ghosts’
TV Show: The 100
Summary:  Trapped in the rubble of Tondc, Marcus Kane is saved by the last person he expected. A kabby AU fic that stems from the premise: What if Jaha had been just a few seconds too late to stop Abby from being floated in the first episode?
Rating: General (AU that includes major character death - see above)

Marcus awoke to a world full of rubble.

There had been…an explosion. He remembered that. Fire and noise and pain, and the sickening sensation of the world falling away beneath him. He had been knocked unconscious, clearly, but for how long? There was nothing that gave him any sign; the only thing he could see in the dim light was the crumbled remains of what must have been the buildings of Tondc, pressing in from all sides. If he strained his ears he could hear faint noises – distant screams and moans coming from around and below, but no-one within sight. His leg…

His leg was trapped. He tried to move it and nearly passed out again. It took several minutes for the agony to subside into a dull steady throb of pain. At least after some effort he was able to free his arms enough to move them, although a tentative exploration of his face revealed that he was covered not only in a thick layer of dust but a wet sticky substance that felt a lot like blood. The effort involved just in that slight amount of movement had him panting for breath, his pulse hammering. He lay limp against the rubble, trying desperately to think past the pounding in his head.

“Doesn’t look good, does it?” said a nearby voice.

Startled, Marcus raised his head a few painful inches, squinting into the dim, crumbling space around him and saw—

Abby.

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so that anon just now made me think of all the the times I’ve called Kane a cinnamon roll so I went through my kabby tags and like…

Things I Have Called Marcus Kane:

• Marcus ‘Heart Eyes’ Kane
• snarky rebellious cinnamon roll
• beardy idealistic cinnamon roll
• fluffy haired nerd
• ridiculous besotted goof
• ruggedly handsome ball of self esteem issues

Things I Have Called Abby Griffin:

• beautiful rebellious sunflower
  
• precious angry gf
• tiny angry wife
• tiny nugget of incandescent beauty
  
• gorgeous scruffy lion haired space goddess