#thekabbysquad

[fire-of-the-sun]

Kane & Abby > “If I Never Knew You“

[clumsycapitolunicorn]

[fangrlmoment]

Ok so this hiatus will go by faster if there is lots of fic to pass the time. The one plus side to not a lot of canon couple Kabby stuff this season is there is lots of holes to fill with fic. The 9 days in Polis, radio talk, reunions we missed, and then there is season 5 prediction fic. Lots to write. Kabby bunker stuff. Kabby angst. Kabby baby fic. And give me all the AU fic you want. Just a thought cause I need new fic to read… Lol

[bloodlnthemoonlight]

So I'm predicting a wealth of Kabby radio fic in the next week, Y/N?

[chancellormarcuskane]

So is everyone still breathing how are you guys

[fire-of-the-sun]

Power Couple

A couple consisting of two people who are each influential or successful in their own right.

[fire-of-the-sun]

Marcus Kane > The 100 Season 3: Stealing Fire (8/11)

“Death can be an act of unity too. We don’t break, we don’t show fear. The people will remember.”

[fire-of-the-sun]

"Home in Your Arms” by @fire-of-the-sun

Artwork created for the @slackru Bunker Fluff Challenge

Only weeks after the Bunker doors close for six years, Marcus Kane finds an old music player among Cadogan’s things and imagines what it’d be like to dance with Abby Griffin.

He knows the thought is foolish, but - as was the case for some time now - the pull of his heart outweighed the uncertainty in his head. There is nothing more he wants than to help ease the sorrow that had taken root in her and to bridge the gap that had inadvertently grown between them and connect once more.

It begins with his outstretched hand - a wordless invitation to join him as the first notes of a half-forgotten melody fills the silence of their quarters, countering the pall of solemnity that had taken hold. It’s an offer to feel something else - something beyond the crushing burden of work and worry that he knows is weighing on her now more than ever. 

Her mind tells her the act of participating in something as self-indulgent as dancing was an almost ridiculous notion, especially in the wake of their circumstances. The world they lived in did not accommodate such frivolity. But she also knows his heart and recognizes the plea in his eyes that resonates in her as deeply as it always has. There’s a pain there that she wants to remedy just as much as he does for her and so, with some reservation, she takes his hand...

Neither are well-practiced, and anything they may have learned in the past has all but been forgotten, but after a brief a period of awkward starts they learn to make it work. They go where the music takes them - offering a cathartic release of whatever emotion it may call to. Together, alone and at the bidding of timeless words, they try to find their own unapologetic slice of happiness in a world that seemed hell-bent on stealing it away.

A lively tune may bring forth their youth. The years melting away until there’s nothing but the image of unencumbered elation that comes easier to those in their early years. He often purposefully leads her into exaggerated, almost childish dances just to relish her ensuing smile and laughter - both sweeter than any song. 

A heavy, somber number may slow their pace, bringing them close enough by song’s end that they’re all but hugging. The lyrics may summon tears from their eyes - offering a restorative release of the struggles they’ve had to shoulder, like culling nourishing rain from a storm cloud.

When impassioned words sing of love, it draws them closer in a different way. He may whisper the words into her ear, sending shivers down her spine and in return she may rest her head against his chest, taking pleasure in the way his heartbeat quickens. The feel of each other - breath and body - is heightened by words that fuel the intimacy they feel. On more occasions than they can count, their eyes would meet and keen lips would find their mark - ardent gestures that often led to a wholly different kind of dance...

Sometimes they talk throughout, using this time simply as a way to communicate their feelings, and other times, when words are not enough, they let the music speak for them. Face to face, hand in hand, hearts beating as one, it had become an anchor that held them together as the years stretched on. An unanticipated source of strength to help them endure the sunless days. 

Their lives don’t allow it to be a daily occurrence of course, nor even weekly. Grueling hours of service to their people often saps their energy until there’s nothing more they can manage but to hold each other while they rest at the end of an endless day. But on the nights where there is time, they’re happy to give themselves up to the music...