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.
everywhere and nowhere, with her and in Polis.
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.
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
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,
"13 Reasons Why" Teenagers ranked from worst to best:
Ryan Shaver|Tyler Down
*Justin did some really shitty things admittedly which is why he’s in the top 5 but I just want to point out that out of all the people who fucked with Hannah he was the only one who’s background story explained why he was a douche. Like Courtney was a bitch for no reason and Alex (who I love dearly and who did try to redeem himself later on) did a shitty thing for such a non-reason.
**This dick weasel took so long to listen the goddamn tapes. In the books he did it over night.
***Jeff deserved so much more and I’m angry about this constantly.
I was just thinking about how Clay asked Tony if “he was the one who killed Hannah Baker”. And Tony said yes.
Literally no. If any ONE person was responsible for killing Hannah Baker, it’s 10,000% Bryce Walker, who sent out the provocative picture & sexually assaulted her in the store & advocated for Marcus to sexually assault her at the diner & then raped her ex best friend & THEN raped her.
Like if we want to pin Hannah’s death on ONE of the thirteen, at least 5 of those tapes mentioned Bryce.
pairing: marcus flint x oliver wood word count: 1691 a/n: dedicating this one to @lilyevians - I just wanted to bring a little cheer into your world right now because I got the sense that you might need it. I sent that anon ask yesterday and rolled with the flintwood+fake dating trope because I can’t stop/won’t stop. <3 (title from Stop Desire by Tegan and Sara)
don’t know why I’m helping you with this,” Oliver mumbled, straightening out
his tie and glancing at Marcus in the mirror reflection above his shoulder.
groaned and shook his head. “Didn’t think you could get more thick. I told you. Adrian and Terry have been making fun of me
for fucking ever for not having a date, and what better way than to fuck with
them then showing up at Cassius’s wedding reception with you?”
sighed, but he agreed. It had all been a coincidence anyways, the two of them
running into each other. Or at least, a product of themselves, the fact that
they had been signed to competing teams. Now that the war was over and the
International Federation was holding events again, it was only a matter of time
before they would have run into one another. What was so strange about it was
that they had spoken that first
event, Marcus had reached out his hand for a truce. And things were still
shaky, might always be shaky between the two of them, but over the part couple
months Oliver had started to consider Marcus a friend, or at least something
approaching a friend.
why when Marcus had bumped into him in Diagon, and gotten a very Slytherin
twinkle in his eye, Oliver had agreed to his plan. Without thinking through the
fact that now he had to follow through with it, and pretend to be Marcus’s date
for an entire evening. Just to fuck with his friends.
did not want to think about the fact
that there might have been a chance he would have said yes if Marcus had asked
for a real date. But that was a bridge that he figured they would never come
to. From the sounds of it, Marcus was more-or-less straight, which is why
everyone would have been so shocked (specifically Adrian, who Marcus was hoping
would see that he could be free to date men and finally ask out his long time
crush Terence.) Which complicated things, because he was pretty sure Marcus
thought he was straight too.
Marcus mumbled, and spun Oliver around. “You’re just fucking it up.” Oliver
noted, as Marcus untied his bowtie and fixed it up, that even though the other
man had large hands and thick fingers, he was surprisingly dexterous.
swallowed. “Thanks,” he mumbled, and Marcus flashed him a smile - a real smile - and Oliver tried not to
be so much easier to hate him again.
wedding itself had been a private affair, family members only. Marcus and
Oliver then, luckily, only needed to attend the reception. They arrived at the
party hand in hand, and as soon as they stepped in the room the entire crowd
stopped talking. Jaws dropped and Oliver heard more than one muttered “holy
shit is that Oliver Wood?” as they made their way through the crowd, Marcus in
the lead. Marcus’s hand was sweaty, just a bit, and Oliver decided it was
because he probably didn’t want to be holding onto Oliver at all.
though when they reached the table with Marcus’s friends, he didn’t let go.
Terry,” Marcus greeted, finally letting go of Oliver’s hand to pull a chair out
for him. “I’m sure you remember Oliver Wood?”
grinned weakly and reached across the table to shake the offered up hands.
thought you were joking!” Terry
pressed, in a stage whisper that was barely any quieter than normal speech.
“You said you were bringing Wood and I thought you were pulling our legs!”
flashed another grin, a devious one and his eyes twinkled in the same way
Oliver remembered from their run in. “Would I lie to you?” He asked, as he
dropped into his seat.
laughed. “Literally every day.”
went over smoothly, for the most part. Oliver didn’t say much, but when the
table finally switched into conversation about Quidditch he was happy to
participate. Adrian was a Ballycastle fan, which Marcus took well, his chest
puffing up in pride. Terry, on the other hand, mentioned that he thought
Puddlemere actually had a shot this year, and Oliver found himself lost in
conversation with the Slytherin.
pulled out of it when Marcus took his hand again. “Let’s dance.” Marcus
pressed. Oliver frowned - they hadn’t discussed dancing, but he couldn’t very
well say no now, could he?
once to Terry in a ‘thank you for saving me from everyone here’ gesture, he
followed Marcus onto the floor.
arrived, the song switched, tempo slowing down, couples moving closer together.
Oliver glanced at Marcus but the man looked fine, unfazed by this change of
events. Taking a breath to steel himself, Oliver stepped closer to Marcus and
placed his free hand on the other mans hip, letting Marcus do the same.
into the rhythm easily, bodies only inches apart. Oliver could feel the heat
radiating off of Marcus, could smell tobacco and leather polish and broom oil.
Could tell, from this close, that Marcus had freckles on his nose and a scar
under his left eyebrow. The proximity was heady and when the song ended Oliver
tried to step back, catch some fresh air.
tightened his grip. “Don’t leave me now, Wood.” He mumbled, and Oliver’s
stomach clenched and turned but he nodded. He had agreed to this. He just
needed to make it through another few hours and then he could go home and
actually start to consider this new information about Marcus, could close his
eyes and pretend things were different.
songs later, finally, Oliver managed to twist out of Marcus’s grip. “Need the
bathroom,” he breathed out, and turned on a heel to leave the hall. It was only
once he pushed open the doors, inhaled fresh cool air and leant back into a
small alcove that he realized he was in big trouble.
closed his eyes and rested his head on the brick behind him, but when he
inhaled again he realized the air was no longer fresh and clean. Marcus’s
unique smell was back nearly full force, and he swallowed hard before opening his eyes. Marcus was standing less than a foot
away from him, eyes looking almost worried as he scanned Oliver’s face. He was
blocking the only way out of the small space, but Oliver realized he didn’t
feel too claustrophobic - in fact, he wanted there to be even less space.
Wood?” He asked, his voice gruff in a way Oliver wasn’t used to.
managed to nod as their eyes connected. “Yeah. Just. Needed fresh air.”
nodded and stepped closer, pressing a hand into the stone wall that Oliver was
leaning against. He was just about to say something, lips three inches away
from Oliver’s, his exhale ghosting across Oliver’s face. And then the door
opened again and Adrian and Terry stumbled out, and Marcus’s eyes went wide and
they both froze in place.
you didn’t see the look on Wood’s face,” Adrian was saying to Terry. Oliver
frowned at Marcus and he pulled a face. “I don’t know what he did but he’s
managed to con Wood into coming, they’re not dating. He’s just doing it to fuck with us, which is exactly what I
said was going to happen. Merlin he’s such an asshole-”
was much quieter, and Marcus glanced back and then turned back to Oliver.
“Sorry,” he said, though he didn’t sound sorry at all, and then he crashed
their lips together. Oliver’s small noise of protest was muffled by Marcus’s
lips, and when it was clear the other wasn’t pulling back he lifted his hands
up, sliding one around to hold the back of Marcus’s neck and lifting the other
up to fist in his shirt.
Adrian stage-whispered, and then made a small strangled sound. “Fuck,” he
added, and Oliver listened as the footsteps padded away. “Fuck there are
totally snogging, I don’t know how he-“ Adrian’s voice faded off and the kiss
lingered another minute before Marcus finally pulled back.
that for?” Oliver tried to sound
angry, he really did, but he knew there was no malice in his voice anymore.
Knew he couldn’t be angry because even when Marcus laughed and said it was a
joke and disappeared, he’d be thinking about that kiss.
shrugged, and suddenly looked uncomfortable in his own skin, shuffling from one
foot to the other and ducking his head down. “Dunno.” He admitted, glancing
back over his shoulder to make sure the hallway was clear. “Wanted to do that.
Figured I wouldn’t get another chance.”
still out there?” Oliver whispered, low as he could. Why else would Marcus be
saying that he wanted to kiss him?
(What was he missing?)
looked back up, met Oliver’s eyes with his own. “No.” He said, clearly. Sure of
himself despite the flush creeping up his neck. “I know we’re not really… that
you just agreed to this as a favour, or - actually I have no idea why you
agreed to this. But I didn’t think I’d get another chance, so.”
swallowed, hard, and then lifted his hands up to cup Marcus’s face. He decided
to take a leap, and hope he didn’t fall. “As far as first dates go, I’d give
this a four out of ten, I think. You better aim for a seven on the next one.”
gaped at him, blinked, shook his head. “What?” He tried to clarify, voice still
gruff and low and now laced with confusion.
wanted to kiss me. I want you to continue kissing me. Sounds to me like that’s
grounds for a second date?”
grin broke out over Marcus’s face, and suddenly Oliver found himself being
crowded back into the wall again, Marcus’s hands on his hips and his body warm
against Oliver’s chest. “Who says I need to wait for a second date?”