On top; Talented trio: Eddie posed with three times gold medal-winning Olympic
rowers Andrew Triggs-Hodge (L) and Pete Reed ® and down with Omega President
and CEO Raynald Aeschlimann
Globemaster dinner at Marcus restaurant in London’s The Berkeley hotel in Knightsbridge on Thursday night.
Fandom: The 100/The Walking Dead (crossover/fusion)
Word Count: 3691
Warnings: Smut, ahoy!
(A/N: And so we finally reach the end of the fic that went on way longer than planned. And naturally the smutty part is the longest part ;) I enjoyed doing this and maybe I’ll return to this crossover ‘verse in the future. But until then, hope this is a worthy ending to whatever the hell this was. Also, I’d like to say that I’m the kind of person who would probably do a risk assessment before attempting shower sex, it seems like an accident waiting to happen. But this is the zombie apocalypse and nobody wants to be doing the do covered in nasty walker goop! So, this is the way it had to go. Anyway, I’ll shut up now. Enjoy, my lovelies!)
Raven calls out from the group hug she’s currently in the centre of,
being smothered, by the sounds of it, “Because I got the
generator up and running, and because I’m so awesome, I say Abby gets
first dibs on the shower.”
Raven, it should be you,” Abby is already protesting; her need
to take care of everyone else overpowering the part of her brain that
yearns to be warm and clean, and is screaming at her to shut up,
“Besides, I need to take care of Marcus’-”
interrupts her, “Abs, I love you, but you smell the
argue with that.” Marcus chuckles, and Abby immediately springs
away from where she is leaning against him. She can hear the others
trying to reign in their amusement, too.
could have said I disgusted you.” She mutters, embarrassed and a
little hurt. It’s irrational; she knows it’s only the truth.
for -” Marcus steps in close again, ignoring the kids, “You
me, by any stretch of the imagination. I’m just in favour of you
going first. Taking care of yourself
you what,” Marcus interrupts her, earning himself an indignant
glare, she really wishes people would stop doing that. “Why
don’t we head in that general direction,” he gestures towards
the bathroom, “And you can fight me on the way?”
so Abby finds herself being guided with a gentle hand at the small of
her back, away from the group of younger people who have decided to
ignore them, and are instead in heavy discussion about lighting the
fireplace and scrounging up a meal. It only occurs to her once she’s
standing in the middle of the bathroom, and Marcus has clicked on the
light, that she hasn’t been alone with him since their kiss. She
feels a flutter of nervousness in her stomach, even as she mentally
berates herself for being stupid; it’s still only Marcus. Except they
This is for @tinkbooklover and @iamgettingalife - I combined your prompts, because they worked brilliantly well together. I’m also not going to say what they are, here, because… well. You’ll see. Hope you guys enjoy!
Sgt. Miller’s voice
was hollow; perfunctory.
He could feel the words trying to shrink in his
throat, desperate not to be voiced. The wrath of the woman before him was not
among the least of his fears - but these days, it was getting more and more
likely that she’d hear it from the jagged, accusatory voice of a restless
citizen and not from someone who’d served her dutifully, who’d demonstrated his
respect for her daily. She deserved better.
“Ma’am, I think
it’s time we –“ he started, swallowing the end of the sentence. He tried again:
“Its been over a month.”
“Spit it out,
Miller,” Abby sighed wearily as she examined the inventory charts she’d laid
out on the council table. The noon sun cut sharply into the room from the high
windows, casting deep shadows under the eyes of the Chancellor Pro Tempore, pupils dimmed by exhaustion.
“If you want to
run an election, that’s your choice, but I believe the people will be happy to
“He’s coming back,” she snapped, eyes still locked on the paperwork below.
He shook his head.
“We haven’t heard
from him in weeks.”
At this, he saw
Abby raise her vision towards the radio at the centre of the table. It stood
simply, receiver pointed at the sky; just as it had since the day Marcus left
to negotiate a crucial trade deal with the Ice Nation that would supply them
with wools and insulation for the coming winter. He and his company of guards
had dutifully reported back to camp at the start and end of every day on their
journey north; but once they crossed the border, they fell silent. At first, it
was excused as a security measure, to keep a low profile. Their rendezvous with
Roan had been scheduled for the fifth day of the journey; as the seventh day
crept in with nothing but white noise to account for it, efforts began to be
made to initiate contact. Raven had toyed with the radio in an effort to expand
its reach, but ultimately it was decided that it would be better for them to
stay on the same wavelength, with the same argument Abby clung to as a mantra: just in case.
Just in case was no longer enough.
closing her eyes. Miller stood frozen, terribly unsure of anything he should
“I’m sorry, Ma’am,”
he offered. He was thankful, now, that Nate had been charged with guarding the perimeter
of the camp while the Chancellor was away. He softened his voice, trying to
remember how he used to speak to his son after one of his nightmares: “We all
know how much he meant to you. We will support you in whatever way you need.”
He wasn’t sure it
was true, but as he watched her briskly wipe away what she didn’t want him to
know was a tear, he accepted the conviction that it would at least be true of
turned to face him, the corners of her mouth tight and fighting not to crumple
into a pained grimace. Her eyes were soft, glistening in the light; but her jaw
remained set. He wasn’t sure if she’d even noticed the single tear that crested
and fell down her cheek.
Miller,” she answered gently, her voice cracking with the effort of speaking. “But
I won’t give up. Not yet.”
He frowned at her.
The silence between them was loud as they pleaded with one another and with
themselves to be strong; unwilling to
accept the other’s definition of that strength. Finally, it was Miller who broke
the stare-down with an exasperated huff.
“Yes, ma’am,” he
nodded in defeat, moving to exit the council chamber.
He’d have to try
Now that he’d planted the seed, he hoped that a night’s rest
would bring Abby to consider the virtue in it. He needed only to ride out this
wave of courage, and he’d soon see stability blossom in the camp once more.
He was three feet
into the hallway when he heard it.
He stopped in his tracks.
He raced back
into the room, and the radio had been grabbed from its place at the centre of
the table, now clutched desperately in Abby’s thin, shaking hands. Her eyes
were wild, her gaze refusing to release its hold on the device as though it
might evaporate otherwise.
ventured, her voice trembling. She listened for a response.
There it was
again – a faint, crackling cough of static. And then another, this time longer.
“Marcus, can you
hear me?” she pleaded. She released the button to speak, finally acknowledging
Miller’s presence in the room with a flicker of her eyes and a microscopic nod.
Wide-eyed and breathless, the soldier watched as Abby continued to wait for
The buzz of excitement in the room began to diminish as the silence
lengthened, and Miller stepped forward.
“Abby, it could just be interference-“
“Shh,” she hissed, giving Miller a warning glare as she pressed the speaker button
once more. “I’m here, Marcus. Please… please just say something. Come on - I’m
right here. I’m right here.”
shoulders slumped as once again she was met with silence.
There was another
crackle of static, this time enriched with a short sound decidedly more organic
– nothing longer than a breath, perhaps a fraction of a word.
drawing closer to the radio.
“Abby. Did you…”
“I heard it,” she
nodded, looking up at him now with a brightness he hadn’t seen in far too long.
Her bitter tears of surrender from earlier were now overlain with the constant
stream of joyful ones tumbling down her cheeks. “He’s alive.”
These last two words carried a kind of joy and disbelief that betrayed the truth of how well
she understood - it should have been the opposite. She knew he should have
been dead. Miller should have been right.
As the radio crackled yet again, he couldn’t have been more proud to be wrong.
This time, a
voice – undeniable.
Two syllables. That short
offering of speech somehow communicated a bone-deep relief that seemed to wash
over the entire room. Abby choked out a laugh, holding the speaker to her lips.
With a nod of
acknowledgement, Abby sent Miller to fetch Raven to see if they could clarify
the signal. By the time he returned, Abby still had the radio pressed to her
mouth, her grip on the device unrelenting. Raven eventually coaxed it away from
her, Abby hurriedly explaining the situation to Marcus, who was still only
coming through in seconds at a time. With only a few moments’ tinkering, the
signal cleared, and Marcus was able to explain their situation: a cloud of
radiation had closed in over Azgeda
territory, sending the troupe into an underground bunker for shelter. The cloud
had completely scrambled their radio signals, and they had found themselves
completely stranded; so they decided to start digging. They’d tunnelled a
miraculous two miles before they finally broke through into an old Reaper
transitway. Keeping below the earth, they made their way as best they could
back towards Arkadia, and had gotten some ideas about the camp’s own
preservation on the way.
Through all of
this, Miller listened intently, as did Abby – but there were three words that
Marcus tagged at the end of his briefing that he knew she heard louder than any
of the others:
character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS
ship with: ABIGAIL WALTERS GRIFFIN <33 In case you haven’t noticed this yet, Kabby gives me life
friendship them with: Indra, BrOTP Kindra, also in general dad!Kane & the rest of the delinquents
general opinions: where do I even start?
When I first started watching the show, I originally wasn’t a fan of Marcus. He seemed so cold and strict but my opinion quickly changed when I saw how torn he was about his decision to proceed with the culling. From then on, you could see other aspects of him, he showed his more kind side (giving orders for someone to be by the radio in case of Raven messaging), his vulnerable side (his face when his mother died –’ I mean, I nearly wept myself), how far he’ll go to save people, especially those he cares about (*cough* crawling through a burning shaft *cough*), prepared to stay behind and sacrifice himself so that the others could reach the Earth in the finale of season 1.
Personally, I think that Marcus Kane has had one of the best character developments of the entire show. It started when they were still in space but from the moment they landed on the ground, he tried. Okay, in the beginning, he still relied too heavily on the rules + law, but those had been drilled into him for so long now. But when his obedience to the law made him give the order of shock lashing Abby, he realized that this wasn’t the way they had to continue. He felt guilty and sorry for putting her through that even though she had broken the law. His decision to grant her the Chancellor pin and to go on a rescue mission shows just how much he understood that he didn’t have to be the strict man he’d been forced to be in space. It was also a major development for him because the Marcus from season 1 would have never given Abby the pin.
Every action he’d done on the ground was to ensure the safety of the people, both Skaikru as the grounders. He wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself if that meant that others would live (example season 2 when he slit his wrist + season 3 after getting arrested for trying to kidnap Pike). He’s a peacemaker, he wants all of them to live peacefully which is so different from how he started in space. During the first couple of episodes, he was portrayed as an aloof, power driven character but now…he doesn’t want power or the Chancellor’s pin. All he wants is to make sure that his people are safe *cough* especially Abby *cough*
Marcus Kane went from a “the only person I remotely care about is my mother & she dies” to “hello I’m dad!Kane and I will love and care for every single one of you” + also “hello Abby, let me have some intense eye sex pretty please” ->> HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT LOVE HIM?
Listen, I’m not saying that he’s without flaws or faults, I’m not, but that’s the thing about the show. Nobody is. Everyone has made mistakes but Marcus has taken the opportunity to learn from his mistakes and try to do better, to be better.
To see him grow as a person over these three seasons has been amazing and I am so excited to see what the next season will bring *cough* sex with Abby *cough*
To conclude: Marcus Kane deserves a goddamn break. Let the man take a shower, get his beard trimmed (just a tad) and his hair cut. Let him have some quiet time with Abby *wink wink nudge nudge* Let him talk it out with Bellamy and Indra because we all know how guilty he feels about his actions under ALIE’s control.
LET HIM MOURN PROPERLY FOR THE FRIENDS HE’S LOST + PLEASE GIVE ME A SCENE WHERE HE VISITS THE EDEN TREE
Let him read a book, let him rest for a change, have some quiet dinner, drink some moonshine, I dunno, he deserves everything and most of all 54836549546464 domestic cute moments with Abby
In his new book, Reportage contributor Peter Dench profiles a dozen Britons whom he considers to be among the most important and influential photographers working today, a list in which he humbly includes himself. The other 11 luminaries of the lens are:
Jocelyn Bain Hogg Marcus Bleasdale Harry Borden John Bulmer Chris Floyd Brian Griffin Laura Pannack Martin Parr Tom Stoddart Homer Sykes Anastasia Taylor-Lind
The book serves as a celebration of British photography, providing an intimate look into the lives and work of this group of colorful characters.
“All of the photographers featured have shaped me in some way; sometimes professionally, more often, personally,” says Dench. “I view each piece as a collaboration, a written account of our time together, a glimpse into the lives and practices of extraordinary photographers, all of course, with a healthy dose of Dench.”
It’s by turns hilarious and insightful, and always engaging, written with a characteristic wit that was on display in Dench’s longtime column, Diary of a Sometime Working Pro, in Hungry Eye Magazine.
What are some things on the Volturi/Guards' wishlists for Christmas/Saturnalia this year? (Or what they're actually going to get, whichever you like)
Aro doesn’t make wish-lists because he loves all his presents equally. And because he’s something of a hoarder, he’s not going to discard anything but the very worst gifts. The coven is getting him a Roomba, in hopes that a cute little robot that zips around and vacuums will encourage him to clean his study and give it floor-space to roam. They put a Santa hat on it and everything.
Conversely, Sulpicia distributes laminated copies of her wish-list in mid-September. If you get her something that isn’t on there, she’ll put it in a box and mail it back for a refund right in front of you. So, um, Sulpicia’s getting exactly what she asked for, as it should be. (This year, it’s lipstick that matches her eyes.)
Marcus actually loves handmade presents. Give him your clumsily-knit scarves and your homemade soap experiments; he’ll treasure them. And that’s exactly what he’s getting: a homemade soap experiment. It has many of the physical properties of store-bought soap! Yay?
Alec hates clothes but loves presents. Every year, his gifts consist of ½ clothes, ½ stuff-he-actually-wants. The fact that the clothing was a gift and came in a box with a bow will persuade him to wear it.
Whenever Felix flies anywhere, he ends up reading the in-flight shopping catalogue for hours. He’s completely delighted by the weird stuff humans invent, so Heidi and Demetri end up getting him, like, a coffee-maker that is also a hat or a bathmat that plays seasonal music. The stranger the better, really.
Last but not least, Renata really likes Christmas trinkets. She’s being given 12 poinsettia plants, all the tree ornaments, and roughly twenty peppermint-scented candles, because everyone wants to get her something, but it’s kind of hard to be creative with Christmas-themed stuff.
Drabble Challenge - A Drabble A Day For 100 Days. Day Sixty-Nine.
Can’t Take My Eyes Off You - 3x03
Abby was overwhelmed by Polis and felt vulnerable under the
gaze of so many eyes. Marcus, on the other hand, seemed to be in his element,
tasting the food, speaking the language. His inquisitive delight was childlike
and endearing and she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Long gone was the
uptight, repressed Kane of the Ark. The man before her was open-minded, passionate
and bold. With his long, curling hair and his rough beard he seemed untamed, as
though he’d let himself loose from his cage and was enjoying freedom for the first
time. It was attractive and inspiring.