➸ alternative names used; hyungjun (lucas), minjun (noah), yeoreum (maeve)
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‘Wow, Mae, you really captured Uncle Doyoung’s spirit there,’ Mark grins.
Maeve holds up her Christmas card for Doyoung proudly, showing off the rabbit with a Santa hat she’d drawn on the front with ‘Merry Christmas Doyoung Samchon’ written in messy toddler handwriting on the front.
‘Although, I think we need to work on your Hangul. You wrote Samchon in English..’
Maeve just looks sheepish, putting the card into the finished pile and grabbing another plain one to start.
This was a Lee household yearly tradition. The kids would sit down at the dining table, cover it with pens, glitter and whatever crafting materials they could get their hands on, and make cards for family and friends.
When it came to the sheer amount of NCT members, it was a full on operation. The members had been randomly assigned to each of your three children, who would make their cards. You and Mark would write the inside messages once they were finished and all the glue and or paint had dried.
‘Wait, why does Maeve get Uncle Johnny?’ Noah whines once he notices Johnny’s name on Maeve’s list.
‘It’s random, No,’ you explain, ‘it’s fair that way.’
‘But I wanted to make Uncle Johnny’s card,’ he pouts.
‘Buddy, the card will still be from you, and Uncle Johnny will know that,’ Mark rubs Noah’s back with his hand, ‘how about you make a really pretty card for Uncle Taeyong, huh? I bet he’d love a really glittery one!’
‘Daddy, can we come to work with you and give Uncles their cards?’ Noah asks, wanting to see his beloved Uncle’s reactions to his work.
‘Of course, how about you and mummy/mommy drop me off tomorrow, and we can give them to Uncles then?’
‘Yay!’ Noah cheers, accidentally knocking over a pot of silver glitter.
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‘Uncle Ten!’ Maeve runs into the practice room, barrelling towards the first member she sees.
‘Mae!’ He exclaims with equal excitement, wrapping the small girl into a big hug.
‘Sorry to interrupt your practice, guys,’ you apologise, knowing that all of the members are gathered to rehearse for their end of year project.
‘It’s all good,’ Jungwoo, the closest person to you grins, ‘it’s nice to have a break.’
He catches Maeve’s eye, his face suddenly lighting up, immediately dropping to his knees to offer a hug, ‘and to see my Yeoreum!’
‘Ah, Minjun-ah,’ Jaemin squats down to greet Noah, ‘what’s that you’ve got?’
Noah holds out the envelope with both hands, a messy ’Nana’ scrawled across the front.
‘Ah, thank you,’ Jaemin always saves his aegyo for his favourite nephews and niece, his Mark’s children.
‘This one’s for you, Uncle Yangyang,’ Maeve hands Yangyang his card.
‘Wow, thank you MaeMae, you’re so kind,’ Yangyang, who has crouched down to her level, peels the envelope open, laughing when he sees the sheep with the Christmas hat drawn on it.
‘I like how the sheep is pink and glittery,’ he adds, pulling her into a hug, ‘I love it, thank you Mae.’
The members fuss over the kids, each giving very exaggerated but genuine reactions to their individual cards.
‘Ah, Hyungjun-ah, thank you,’ Chenle fist bumps Lucas, ‘you write in Chinese so well.’
‘It’s from the lessons you gave me,’ Mark chimes in teasingly, and the two men laugh as Lucas huffs.
‘Yeoreum-ie, your art is so good!’ Yuta fusses over Maeve, who blushes and squirms at his compliment over her drawing of him next to a Christmas Tree.
‘Don’t get all embarrassed!’ he teases, poking her side, before turning to Sicheng who’s standing beside him and commenting, ’so cute.’
When Lucas notices Johnny holding his own card, he walks over to talk to his favourite Uncle.
’Tell Jude-hyung that I’ll give him his card the next time I see him,’ Lucas tells Johnny, ‘I don’t want him to think I’ve forgotten about him when you bring that one home.’
‘Will do buddy, I’m sure you’ll see him when the school holidays start.’
‘Are you guys not going to Chicago?’ Lucas tilts his head in confusion.
‘Not ’til the twentieth,’ Johnny explains, ‘you guys should arrange to hang out. In real life, not just on the Xbox or whatever it is.’
Lucas just shrugs, embarrassed at being called out, and Johnny chuckles.
‘I’m just messing with you, go on, go give Uncle Seunghan his card.’
‘They’re so sweet, Hyung,’ Jisung remarks, watching the scene alongside Mark, ‘so crazy I’ll have one of my own in a few months.’
’They’re a handful,’ Mark shakes his head, still smiling, ‘but I love them more than anything.’
At that moment, Noah runs up to Jisung, clutching Jisung’s own card.
In a corner, several members are gathered comparing cards, Doyoung throughly enjoying Maeve’s rabbit drawing while Xiaojun praises Noah’s reindeer.
‘Thank you, Noah, I’ll keep it forever,’ Taeyong reads the message inside of his card, on which Noah has drawn a polar bear wearing a lime green (’NCT colour!’) scarf.
‘Will you really?’ Noah gasps, shocked that his Uncle would treasure his creation for so long.
‘Of course, because my Minjun-ie made it for me!’
Eventually, all of the cards are distributed, and the three Lee children sit against the mirror and watch as the members go through their dance performance for the year.
‘What did you think, Mae?’ Hendery bends down to ask, face showing a picture of pure joy when she begins bouncing on her feet and enthusiastically chatting about what she likes about the song and the choreography.
‘Come on kids, say goodbye to your Uncles. We’ll get out of your hair now, leave you to practice,’ you start gathering up your things, leaving the three of your children to say goodbye to all of the members.
’See you when you get home,’ you give Mark a quick hug, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek as to allow him to avoid unnecessary teasing from his members.
‘Bye bye little Lees,’ Ten and the rest of the members wave you all out of the room.
‘Now, kids,’ you announce once you’re fully in the corridor, ‘let’s go and harass Uncle Minseok.’
➸ request from anon; hi, i would just like to ask if you could do a scenario with mark and y/n being disturbed from their sleep because of their child. thank you
➸ note; decided to write Lucas because i feel like i write ab maeve too much help,,,,,, anyway enjoy anon <3
➸ word count; 468 words
➸ lucas; aged 3
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‘Mummy/Mommy?’
‘Hmph,’ you unknowingly swat at your son, who, despite his small stature, is trying his best to tower over you, trying to catch your attention. He figures that he should try his luck with his Dad, whose arm is wrapped around you.
‘Daddy?’ He calls out slightly louder, grabbing Mark’s arm with his tiny hand and shaking it lightly.
‘Huh? Lucas, what’re you doing up, buddy?’ Mark wakes with a start, sitting up and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.
‘I… had a bad dream.’
‘Oh dear,’ Mark pouts sympathetically, gently swatting at your arm to wake you up.
‘What?’ You huff, annoyed at being awoken from your peaceful sleep, assuming that maybe Mark was fidgeting or trying to get comfortable.
‘Lucas had a nightmare,’ Mark explains when you see the three year old child’s silhouette at the end of your bed, clad in long blue pyjamas and clutching the stuffed brown bear Johnny and Ten had given him at birth.
‘Oh no sweetheart,’ you frown, opening up your arms for him to crawl into.
Lucas is shaking like a leaf by the time he’s in between both of you, big brown eyes swimming with tears.
‘What happened?’
‘I- I- I don’t wanna talk about it,’ Lucas stutters, sniffling at wiping at his eyes with the bear’s head.
‘That’s okay,’ you smile, kissing his boiling hot forehead, ‘you don’t have to tell us. But you’re safe with mummy/mommy and daddy, okay?’
‘I know,’ he mumbles.
Mark had turned on his bedside lamp at this point, a soft orange light illuminating the room. The absence of darkness clearly comforting him as he wriggles closer into your chest. Mark also shuffles closer to you, so that Lucas is comfortably sandwiched between you.
Mark runs his hands through Lucas’ black hair, grinning fondly at the way Lucas leans into his touch.
‘Nobody can hurt you here,’ Mark reassures him softly, ‘we’ll protect you, ok?’
‘Promise?’ Lucas lisps, pulling his arms out from the heaps of blankets, holding out a tiny pinky.
‘I promise,’ Mark confidently wraps his pinky around Lucas’.
‘Do you want to go back to bed?’ You ask your son after a few minutes of silent cuddling.
’Scared,’ Lucas responds simply, rubbing his heavy eyes slowly.
‘Okay baby,’ Mark smiles, brushing the bangs out of his eyes, ‘you can sleep here tonight. But just tonight, ok? Tomorrow me and mama will get some lights for your room for nighttime. And then we’ll make a little den for you, alright? One where monsters and scary people can’t get to you.’
‘Thank you dada.’
‘You’re welcome baby. Now go to sleep.’
‘G’night mama.’
‘Goodnight Lu.’
‘An’ goodnight dada.’
‘Goodnight Lucas. I love you.’
The three of you quickly fall asleep, completely entangled in one another, fear free.
➸ request from anon; missing my mark :( can i request a mark fic where he gets a week off and he spends a day or week w his babies?
➸ note; i miss him too :( i hope you like this!! decided to make it christmassy as it is that season <3
➸ maeve; aged 3, noah; aged 7, lucas; aged 9
➸ word count; 2329 words
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‘How long are you home, daddy?’ Maeve asks, tiny hands holding onto Mark’s knee.
‘A whole week, princess,’ he grins, tugging on the ends of the three year old’s double plaits.
‘Really?’ Her face lights up, bouncing on her tights covered feet.
‘Yeah Mae! We’re gonna go see all of the Christmas lights.’
She gasps, dancing in circles around her older brother Noah.
‘Noah, did you hear what daddy said?’
You watch from the kitchen, where you’re washing up the dishes from dinner.
Mark had been granted a week off from his idol duties, in the way that he was now perfectly able to spend Christmas with all four of you.
‘With ice cream for dessert?’
‘With ice cream for dessert?’
‘With ice cream for dessert?’
‘You can have whatever you want.’
‘Within reason,’ you chime in, making Mark laugh loudly.
‘Grandpa and grandma are coming from Can-ada, right?’ Noah chirps.
‘They sure are buddy,’ Mark answers, before scooping up Mae in his arms, ‘but for now, it’s time for bed!’
‘Daddy no,’ Maeve whines, pouting dramatically and flopping her head into Mark’s neck.
‘It’s your bedtime, Mae. And yours, Noah.’
Noah was just old enough to understand the concept of bedtime, whereas Maeve didn’t understand why she couldn’t just play all night.
‘Lucas doesn’t go to bed until later-‘
’That’s because Lucas is older than you.’
You and Noah quietly exchange kisses, hugs and goodnights, leaving Mae to bicker with her father.
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‘Well done,’ you say flatly, watching as Mark begins opening every window in the kitchen to wave out the smoke.
‘I got distracted,’ he huffs, pulling out the burnt cookies and placing them on the counter, ‘Mae started whining.’
’This is why you need to have like… four tabs open at once in your brain. That way you don’t forget.’
‘We’ve still got enough ingredients,’ Mark files through the bags of flour and sugar still on the bench, ‘we’ll just have to make more.’
‘Mama, are the cookies done?’ Noah asks as he walks into the kitchen.
‘Not quite yet my lovely,’ you smile sadly, ‘they didn’t cook properly.’
‘Oh,’ the small boy pouts. He always melts your heart- looks and acts exactly like Mark.
‘Why can I smell burning?’ Lucas appears in the doorway, towering over his younger brother.
‘Your dad burnt the cookies,’ you deadpan.
‘I did not-‘ Mark tries to argue, but Lucas just laughs and rolls his eyes playfully.
‘Classic dad.’
‘I don’t burn food that much!’
‘You burnt the first birthday cake you made for my last birthday-‘
‘And I got it perfect the second time, did I not?’
‘It was eh,’ Lucas shrugs.
‘Looks like I should probably get started on the second batch,’ Mark sighs, ‘Mae was really looking forward to decorating these.’
‘I don’t think she would be happy with the taste,’ you point out, ‘I’m sure she wouldn’t mind waiting an extra half an hour.’
‘I’ll turn on the cartoons,’ Lucas sings, turning on his heel and walking into the living room to go and distract Maeve.
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‘Daddy said I could put the star on top of the tree,’ Maeve whimpers as you toss the gold glowing star onto the floor with the rest of the ornaments, ‘it’s my turn.’
‘We need to put all of the baubles on first Mae,’ you explain, holding up a glittery wooden tree bauble that Lucas had made at school several years ago.
Maeve had been itching to decorate the tree all day - not quite understanding that you and Mark had to actually put it up first - especially since it was her turn to put the star on top of the tree. You do it in a sort of rota, one year Lucas does it, the next Noah, and so on.
Mark enters the room, having rounded up your two sons.
Not long later, your Alexa is softly playing Christmas music while your multi coloured Christmas lights light up the room.
Considering there is five of you, it doesn’t take too long until your tree is covered from head to toe in baubles. You don’t have a cohesive theme at all - you have several block colour and glitter ornaments, but mostly handmade ones from school or ones that Mark has acquired on tour or at various tourist attractions.
‘Ok, I think we’re done!’ Mark announces, hanging the ‘Noah’s first Christmas’ ornament in between the Disneyland and Vancouver, Canada ornaments.
‘Can I do star now?’ Maeve immediately asks, causing the four of you to chuckle.
‘Of course you can baby girl, come on,’ Mark smiles fondly, picking up Maeve and hoisting her up so that she can reach the very top of the tree.
‘Go on Mae,’ Lucas encourages, clapping as Maeve slides the star on correctly.
‘Well done Mae,’ Mark grins, placing wet kisses on her cheek as she shrieks.
She claps excitedly, happy with the praise that she is receiving.
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‘Are you excited to meet Santa?’ Mark asks his three kids.
You’re surprised that he can even see them underneath the piles and piles of coats, scarves and gloves.
Maeve bounces on her toes, looking somewhat like a three foot tall lilac beach ball, ‘yeah!’
Maeve and Noah are practically vibrating in pure excitement while Lucas looks more apprehensive.
He’s ten now, so has begun to question the existence of Santa, and while naturally the three year old and the five year old are all for it.
‘Are you going to tell him what you want?’ You ask Mae, who nods rapidly.
‘I’ll tell him about aallll the toys that I want, and the puppy.’
’T-the what?’ Mark splutters, the first time he was hearing those words.
’She’s been talking about it for weeks,’ you explain, ‘ever since her seat mate at preschool got one.’
‘Right,’ Mark nods, tightlipped, ‘I’m sure Santa will make a good decision on that.’
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‘Goodnight, Mae-bee,’ Mark hums into the slightly lit room, the only source of light being her pink nightlight.
‘Wait, daddy?’ She chirps, reaching out for him from under her duvet covers.
‘Yes, angel?’
‘Can we have a cuddle?’
‘Maevie, it’s late-‘
‘But we haven’t snuggled in ages, you’re always at work and I miss you-‘
‘Okay, fine, just for five minutes.’
Mark picks up Maeve from underneath her armpits, carrying her through the hallway and into Lucas’ room. Lucas is the oldest, and so old enough to have a decent sized double bed in his room.
‘Mae requested snuggles,’ Mark explains, dropping Maeve down onto his bed, where she leans into her brothers side.
Mark prides himself on how close his children are. They rarely argue aggressively, but rather small spats that get resolved within minutes or petty fights over who has the biggest slice of cake. It’s no secret that Mae is the most affectionate amongst the three, constantly craving kisses and cuddles and love.
‘Dada,’ she mumbles like a baby who has just learned to speak, tiredness clearly taking over.
‘I’m coming, don’t worry.’
Mark somehow manages to get beside them, so that Maeve is in the middle clinging on to her Cinnamoroll stuffed toy. Maeve’s eyes flutter shut in the comfort of the presence of her father and brother.
Lucas just carries on playing his video game, after muting the volume so that she can be at peace.
‘What game are you playing?’ Mark questions in the form of a soft whisper.
‘It’s the one you got me for Christmas last year, remember?’
Mark does remember, although Christmas Day was the first he’d ever seen of it, considering you had bought all of the Christmas presents as Mark had been busy.
‘Oh, yeah, I remember now. They all look the same to me, though.’
‘It’s nice to have you here for Christmas…’ Lucas muses, still not taking his eyes away from the screen, ‘Mae talks about you all the time. She misses you when you’re at work.’
Mark fills with guilt, the thought of his baby girl wanting him to be there for her breaking his heart into tiny pieces.
‘Of course, she’s just a bit too young to fully understand… but I think she knows that you go away for us.’
Mark contemplates his words for a few seconds before swallowing the lump in his throat.
‘I’m happy I could be here too… just sad we didn’t make it to Canada this year.’
‘It’s alright… Maeve’s already experienced Canada Christmas with Grandma and Grandad twice before. She remembers the snow.’
Mark doesn’t say anything afterwards, eventually falling into a premature sleep with Mae between his arms.
By the time you notice the silence filling your house, all three- well, four of your babies are fast asleep, Noah curled up at the bottom of Lucas’ bed with a fluffy blanket thrown over him.
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Christmas Eve goes down a storm in the Lee household.
You make a massive effort to try and get Lucas in a festive mood, which proves incredibly difficult compared to Noah and Maeve, who are forever hollering about how Santa will be visiting that night.
You’re currently rounding up the younger two for bed, having allowed them to stay up for slightly longer to watch your favourite Christmas movie.
‘Mummy/mommy, we have to put out the cookies and milk for Santa,’ Noah reminds you.
‘I know I know, why don’t you three come help me, okay?’
The three kids trail through the corridor behind you and into the kitchen.
‘Lucas, you pour the milk, Noah you get the carrots for the reindeer, and Maeve, I’ll help you put our some cookies.’
Lucas and Noah do their respective jobs, the glass of milk fully poured and bag of carrots on the kitchen counter.
You open the packet for Noah, and he takes out a couple, dropping them onto the plate with a clunk. Lucas pours the milk without spilling any, and Maeve fusses over the packet of cookies, making grabby hands at a few and then putting them onto the plate next to the carrots.
‘Come on, Noah you can hold the glass and Lucas can carry the plate,’ you instruct, grabbing Mae’s tiny hand and walking towards the living room together.
‘On the mantelpiece,’ you say, prompting Noah and Lucas to put down the milk and food.
‘There we go, now bedtime little ones.’
‘But-‘ Noah tries to argue, but you instantly interject.
‘The faster you go to bed, the quicker Santa comes.’
Noah pouts but seems to understand your words, trailing out of the room and up the stairs. Mae is nearly out, eyes rolling into the back of her head in pure exhaustion.
You carry her to bed, covering her with her duvet and kissing her on the forehead gently.
Lucas goes to bed not long later, giving you and Mark the opportunity to take their gifts downstairs.
You wait until midnight to be sure all three of them are fast asleep before grabbing the bin bags full of wrapped presents.
‘You grab Maeve’s and I’ll take Noah’s,’ Mark says, trying his best to stay quiet as the separate gifts in Noah’s bag slide around and bump into each other.
You both tiptoe down the stairs, putting down the bin bags in the middle of the living room. You begin unpacking Mae’s while Mark goes back upstairs for Lucas’ bag, arranging her pile like you’re playing a game of Tetris on the smallest armchair.
Her gifts are all wrapped in silver paper with penguins dotted all over. You put minimal amount of sellotape on, hoping that they would be accessible for her to open.
Mark returns fairly quickly, flicking on the Christmas tree lights, for reasons you could only assume were ‘vibes.’
It’s a nice atmosphere, light small talk about how your three babies are growing up far too quickly, and discussing memories of Lucas’ first Christmas in Canada.
The presents are all unpacked and places on the chairs when you start cuddling on the bean bag. You know eventually you’ll have to move and go back upstairs so that the kids can wake you up in the morning, but for now it feels nice to just be alone together for a few minutes.
Mark’s skin is warm, and you rest your head in his neck.
‘I love Christmas,’ you whisper, ‘when we get to be together.’
‘I love it too. And I love our family so much.’
‘Lucas is so mature now, isn’t he? And Noah and Mae are so big.’
‘They really grew up in the blink of an eye… so I guess it’s true what they say…’
’They love you so much Mark. Even when you’re at work, it’s “when’s daddy coming home this,” “will daddy be home to tuck me in that”.’
‘My babies…’
‘It’s one in the morning, we should go back up to bed,’ you yawn between half lidded eyes.
Mark suddenly produces some mistletoe out of seemingly nowhere, and uses his free arm to hold it above your heads.
‘You didn’t need to put up the mistletoe to ask to kiss me,’ you roll your eyes.
‘I’m trying to be romantic,’ he chuckles, catching your eyes.
It’s a soft kiss, filled with love and affection for each other. He tastes like the chocolate chip cookies that Maeve put out, with a slight hint of milk.
‘Come on, let’s go up to bed now. We’ve got a long day with three excitable kids to look forward to tomorrow.’
You had gained weight over the course of maybe 4-5 months but didn’t think much of it
Until one night
Mark was out all day because he had schedules
Mark was out all day because he had schedules
You’d been at work most of the day, and had been feeling quite ill but managing
You’d had back + stomach pain for quite a few hours and you wound up taking some pain killers but to no avail
An immense pressure starts building in your lower back so you throw one of Mark’s oversized shirts on and just curl up in his bed
Nobody else is home so you literally just lie in bed for a couple of hours before all of the guys return from their schedules
‘Love, are you asleep?’ Mark asked when he saw you in bed
You’d turned off all the lights bc,, it was one less thing making you uncomfortable
‘No,’ you groaned,,
And then he sees you curled up in the fetal position looking like you’re like dying and he panics
‘Whats wrong?’
‘My stomach hurts so so so much I feel like ive been stabbed,,’
And mark is like oh shit
You were on a form of birth control that meant you didn’t have periods so you were sure they weren’t period cramps
A little bit of time goes by and it gets to the point where you’re nearly screaming in pain and some of the members and and managers come into the room to see what’s going on
You’re in so much pain you can’t even sit up and you’re in tears
You were absolutely terrified because you honestly thought you were dying, all you could do was cling onto Mark’s shirt
So eventually one of the managers calls an ambulance
Mark’s in bed with you, holding you as you’re doubling over, sobbing hard
Johnny suggests that maybe your appendix may have ruptured?
And ur like shit maybe?
Once the ambulance gets there, you begin trying to move off the bed to stand up, but then you feel a new kind of pressure down in like your pelvis??
You struggle to make sense of it, the words just not even forming properly
The paramedics are incredibly confused they have no idea what’s wrong with you
It kind of feels like somethings between your legs, and you tell the paramedics this and they’re like oh fuck
A female paramedic ushers the members and the managers out of the room to check what’s going on
She tells you that the bed is wet, which confuses you so much because you originally didn’t feel this
She takes your underwear off to have a look and she’s just silent,,
And ur like what’s wrong what’s wrong with me
And she gets another one of the paramedics to look and they’re both like,,, ‘there’s a head there.’
And you and mark are like A FUCKING WHAT
And the paramedic is like,,, ‘you didn’t know you were pregnant?’
And ur like ‘NO?’
And she’s just like ‘well, ur giving birth right now’
And mark is just stunned he has no idea what to say
He does that thing where he seemingly kind of zones out and doesn’t know what to do until you cry in pain again
And he’s kissing your shoulder and telling you its okay and that you can do it
And then you feel the need to push and everything kicks into high gear very quickly
The paramedic sort of gives you odd tips like tucking your chin into your chest as you push
Since you’re not hooked up to any sort of device to help time your contractions or anything they tell you to push purely when you feel like you need to
You feel almost separate from the experience like its not even happening
Mark encourages you while you push
In total you push for about 45 minutes
Finally at 11:21pm, you give birth to a baby boy in Mark’s bed in his dorm room
You’re absolutely petrified as he gets lifted up, completely silent
The paramedic pats his back for a few seconds to clear his airways and he breaks out into weak cries
You collapse against Mark’s chest as they wrap your baby up in towels and place him over your chest
And he’s all squished up and bloody but so gorgeous and you just fall in love
You can hear Mark’s sniffles in your ear and u just know he’s feeling exactly the same
They let Mark cut the cord with some medical scissors from a first aid kit
You can’t see this at the time but the members are just in another room like ??? What the FUCK is going on?? Is that y/n crying?? It sounds like a baby?
They try to ask the paramedics that are hanging around the apartment but they don’t say anything
‘Y/N, we’re going to have to take you both to hospital right now,,,’
They bring in this like pop up wheelchair thing into the room and the baby is passed to a random paramedic and then Mark lifts you into the chair and ur all sore it’s awful
But then they give you the baby back and you forget about the pain as they wheel you out
The members watch you like ‘what the fuck’ when they notice the bundle in your arms
Hyuck says something along the lines of ‘is that a baby?’ But you don’t even have time to respond
Once you’re in the ambulance, the paramedics leave the main little room thingy to give you and Mark a couple of minutes to talk and to deal with the shock of what just happened
‘Mark I’m so sorry, I really didn’t know-‘
‘It’s okay, look at him, he’s so beautiful,,’
Your baby is clinging to the strings of Mark’s hoodie on you, big brown eyes staring at the two of you
‘He needs a name,’ you mumbled
‘We can figure that out later,,’
‘Mark- we have no baby clothes or a crib or anything and we don’t have an apartment or anything…’
At that point a paramedic comes in the room and hears this
‘You’ll probably be in hospital for a week or so considering you had no prenatal care or anything so you’ll have time to sort it out,,’
‘The company will probably help,’ Mark pointed out.
You’re shaking as the female paramedic tries to help you breastfeed, which ends up with you crying into Mark’s chest in pain
Your new baby is taken off you when you get to the hospital so they can do some tests on him
They put you in a hospital bed and hook you up to some things. And you’re just lying there and Mark is beside you like pacing because neither of you have any idea how ur baby is
Eventually someone comes in and they tell you that based on his weight they think he was born full term
Which is a huge relief for you
They tell you he’s breathing well and for now there doesn’t seem to be anything obviously wrong with him
They also tell you that you probably didn’t notice that you were pregnant because he was sort of laying towards your back
They give your unnamed baby back to you, and he’s wearing a baby grow which u imagine is from the hospital
You have some skin to skin with him, and you just take in his face and you can’t believe what’s just happened and that he’s yours
You’ve seen baby photos of Mark before and you can see the similarities with your baby really well
Mark’s equally as enamoured with the tiny baby
After an hour or so a couple of Mark’s managers show up and one of them talks to Mark while the other talks so quickly on the phone that you can’t even understand him
It’s maybe like 2am??
The managers keep sort of staring at you and you get really self conscious and get very sort of protective over the baby and try to kind of hide him away but Mark rubs your back and tries to help you calm down
‘You should sleep,’ he suggests, ‘I’ll take him,,’
‘Take him where? Mark, what if he needs-‘
‘I’m not taking him anywhere, Y/N, he won’t leave the room I promise,,,’
Mark has some skin time while you have a nap
You don’t wake up until your baby cries again because he’s hungry
The managers leave the room to let you feed
’They cancelled all my schedules,’ Mark tells you, ’they’re just going to say it was for personal reasons until things settle down…’
The company are also sorting out a place for you both with a proper nursery and clothes and things considering you don’t have anything
The next day a couple of the guys come to see you both
Johnny just comes in the room like ‘what the actual fuck’
And ur just like ‘?? I had no idea help’
For quite a few days your baby is unnamed
Occasionally ur like ‘Mark we have to name him,’ and Mark is like ‘idk any names,,’
Until maybe ur 4th or 5th day in hospital when Ten and Yukhei come to visit and Mark is like ‘omg Lucas,’
So from then on it’s baby Lucas Lee <33
You get discharged from the hospital after 8 days, and you move into your new place with Mark
Since Mark doesn’t have his license (he vows to u that he will now that you’re probably going to need it) a manager drives you there
Lucas is in his lil car seat
He does not like the car lol
So you and Mark rub his little stomach so he knows that you’re there for him
Your new apartment feels really alien its really strange
The manager does leave so you have time to settle in
You quite like his nursery, the company did a good job <3
You decide to spend a couple of weeks sort of ‘nesting’ and staying inside with the baby so you get to properly bond with him
Two days after you move in it’s announced publicly :))
*cue the handwritten letter*
Nctzens are like 👁👄👁
This is the most Mark thing to ever happen
Anyways much to your surprise Mark takes to Lucas really quickly,, despite the fact that you were worried that he might resent you for changing his life so drastically
In the first week or so he was holding Lucas who was in a massive milk coma and he just went off on this massive speech about how much he loves you and Lucas
He likes walking around with him in his arms and just bouncing him and talking about nonsense with him
It makes ur heart burst whenever u see them together they’re the loves of your life <3333
‘Good morning my Mae-bee,’ Mark beams at the baby in his arms, ‘I’m sorry to have to wake you up.’
Maeve glares up at her father, whimpering and stretching her arms out, her tiny hand grazing his nose slightly.
‘It’s either I wake you up now or your brothers wake you up with their screaming,’ he adds, shuddering at the thought of Lucas and Noah’s endless morning yelling, ‘but then they’ll be off to school, so I guess it’s good for you.’
Maeve seems to calm down at her father’s voice, her eyes that were tightly squeezed shut slowly peeling open. She was only a newborn, about two weeks old, and was tiny. She was born slightly early so she was a bit smaller than most other babies her age.
Mark loved his only daughter. Along with his two sons, she was the most precious thing to him.
Mark almost didn’t mind how tired he was; Maeve’s perfect little face making his day every time he saw it.
Usually in the morning she was immediately hungry, so usually Mark would bring her to you to fed, but this morning he didn’t feel the need.
It was golden outside, streaks of sunlight drifting into the nursery. Birds were chirping nosily outside, along with the rustling of the hedge on the floor below Maeve’s window.
Maeve clung onto Mark’s shirt, her minuscule eyes drooping shut.
‘Don’t try to pull that with me, missy,’ Mark feigns annoyance, ‘you need to eat.’
In reality, Mark was perfectly happy to stand there and soak in the moment. He knew from his previous experiences with Lucas and Noah that he would blink and she would be completely grown up, venturing into the wide world without him.
But for now, Maeve was his little baby, and completely dependent on him.
Mark felt as though his heart had grown several sizes since her birth. He didn’t think having a daughter would feel any different than having sons, but his ‘Mae’ had completely stolen his heart.
‘Mark?’ You call from your bedroom, which was right next door to Maeve’s, ‘did you wake her up?’
‘Yeah, sweetheart, I’ll bring her in now.’
He cradles Maeve in his arms as he makes the short journey back to your bedroom.
You smile weakly when your husband and daughter come into view. Mark walks around the side of your bed and places Maeve on your chest. You shift around tiredly in bed, yawning as Maeve latches on to eat.
Mark looks on, heart swelling at the sight of his two favourite girls, revelling in the silence that made him feel like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.
You wake up cold. Usually you were able to sense Mark beside you, but at whatever time in the dead of night it was, you couldn’t.
You fidget a bit, splaying one of your arms out to feel around at the area of the bed he’d usually be in, but there was just a slightly cold spot beside you.
‘Huh? Mark?’ You murmur sleepily.
‘Over here, pretty,’ he called from across the room, where he is laying down against a red bean bag on the floor.
‘What are you doing over there?’ You’re sitting up in bed now, peeling the covers off your body and rubbing your eyes slowly.
‘Couldn’t sleep,’ he responds, and you hear the sound of him locking his phone and placing it down on the floor.
‘It wasn’t because of me, was it?’ You mumble, stumbling across the room towards him.
You ask because it’s still warm at night, and you and Mark usually wake up in the morning still sweating from being under the covers all night.
‘No, of course not sweetheart,’ Mark smiles and hums at you, stretching out his arms to encourage you to give him a cuddle, ‘come here.’
You all but collapse against Mark’s chest. You’re lying on your stomach, cheek pressed against his chest as he rubs your back. Your eyes quickly flutter shut again. Mark loudly sighs and kisses the top of your head repeatedly.
‘You okay, Markie?’
Usually he would protest at the nickname, but at the minute he doesn’t have the energy.
‘Yeah baby… just stressed out.’
‘Is it the comeback?’
‘Mostly that. But I’m ok.’
‘Hmph, do you wanna talk about it?’
There’s a silence as he sighs, his chest heaving.
‘It’s just practice, it’s taking a lot out of me at the moment. It’ll be all worth it though.’
‘I’m so proud of you, Mark,’ you smile absentmindedly, ‘you work so hard… and you’re amazing.’
You know a lot of what you’re saying makes no sense due to your tiredness, but you relay the sentiment anyway.
’Thank you, sweetheart,’ he pecks your forehead gently.
You yawn, clinging to his shirt.
‘Go on, go back to bed,’ he tries to convince you, but you shake your head.
’No… I want to be with you,’ you whine in protest, and Mark tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear.
‘Okay, well you better not complain about the bad back you’ll have in the morning.’
‘I won’t.’
And you fall asleep to the sound of his beating heart, and the feeling of Mark stroking your hair.
warnings: head injury, physical fighting (for training purposes), descriptions of death, mention of knives and cult
note: will be working through this series slowly! hope u all like this xx
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The first time you laid eyes on Mark Lee was in that iconic dusty courtyard. Bearing in mind he was being ripped into by Commander Shadis.
‘And what about you, Lee?’
A twelve year old Mark Lee’s eyes shone with tears of fear. He was clearly somewhat sheltered from the horrors of this world; hailing from the town of Jinae, southern Wall Maria alongside fellow cadet Marco Bott. The two of them were the image of innocence, although they barely knew each other, both round-faced and freckly.
Mark had cowered beneath Shadis’ gaze, likely having never been spoken to in such a way, especially not by his loving family. You felt drawn to him. What was he doing here?
That night he barely said much, nibbling on stale bread. You could tell he did not want to eat, but food was scarce, so he kind of had to. He listened intently to the words of Eren Yaeger who spoke about his experiences with the Colossal Titan on that infamous day two years ago.
Days faded into weeks. You passed your own balance test with flying colours, as did Mark, who’s face would become screwed up whenever his feet left the ground.
While you formed a casual alliance with Sasha, promising to go easy on each other during combat training, Mark swapped anecdotes with Marco and sharpened his wooden knife with Reiner.
One day Commander Shadis had demanded you pair up with Mikasa (likely because he was sick of you and Sasha throwing fake punches) and you were so distracted by Mark that she easily flipped you over, an ‘oof’ escaping your mouth as you hit the ground. When your back makes contact with the sand, your head snaps back, hitting the ground hard.
‘Wait, I didn’t mean that,’ Mikasa mumbles, seemingly unsure as to what to do.
Everything goes pitch black for a split second. When your eyes do open, your head is spinning, black spots dotting the sky above you like stars. You hear Commander Shadis yelling for the first-aid specialist cadets.
Admittedly in that moment you had absolutely no clue who was part of that squad. At this point in your training years, you were especially focused on yourself, working on your own skills and specialities. But when Mark Lee comes barrelling across the training yard your heart nearly leaps out of your chest.
‘Are you alright?’ He asks you as soon as he kneels down beside you, ‘can you see?’
Mark sounds far more concerned and more urgent than you feel, which you find somewhat charming, but your head is still spinning.
‘Mark, remember the procedures,’ Thomas Wagner seems to be somewhat supervising him.
‘Oh, uh,’ Mark holds up three fingers and waves them around as if to confuse you a little, ‘how many fingers am I holding up?’
He’s peering over you, almost like a pet trying to get your attention. You feel your chest swell at how cute he looks.
You blink, trying to decide whether or not you should play up your injury for his attention or get up so you can continue training.
‘Three,’ you mutter, deciding that returning to combat training was worth more than gaining the sympathy of a cute boy.
Mark and Thomas exchange a look.
‘Do you think you can sit up?’ Mark asks, eyebrows furrowed together in concern.
‘I don’t know,’ you mumbled, ‘I’ll try…’
You prepare yourself to have to lift yourself off the dirty ground, but you jump about a mile in the air when he holds the back of your head in his hand, slowly supporting your head as you sat up.
‘I’m sorry, Y/N,’ Mikasa apologises quietly.
‘It’s okay,’ you croak, ‘it’s my fault.’
‘Come on Y/N, we’ll have to take you back to your dorm room to lay down,’ Thomas has a sharp tone of authority, so you don’t even try to argue.
‘Dude, she can’t even stand,’ Mark points out.
‘How about you carry her then,’ Thomas huffs, turning on his heel to deal with some other cadet’s grazed arm.
‘I-I-Is that okay?’ Mark stutters, hand still on the small of your back as he held you up.
You nod groggily, ‘it’s okay.’
And so he scoops you up in his arms, and you automatically cling onto his neck. Mark is incredibly gentle, hand under your leg splayed out as to not touch your thigh.
You’re sleepy at this point, so the walk back to your dorm house is slow.
Mark tilts you to the side to twist the doorknob, the door loudly creaking open.
‘Which bunk is yours?’
‘Right beside the window,’ you mumble, ‘bottom bunk.’
He walks you over slowly, almost as though you were a baby in his arms, before gently lowering you down into your bed.
‘Are you comfortable?’
You nod, shifting around under the duvet to try and get comfortable.
‘Good. I’ll send one of the girls in occasionally to check on you,’ he says, ‘I hope you feel better soon.’
And then he shuffles out, clicking the door shut as quietly as possible.
‘How’s your head?’
‘Huh?’
The cafeteria is relatively empty, it being late than the normal scheduled eating time. You had finished up with your cleaning duties a bit later than usual, hence why you were eating bread at nearly 10pm.
You had been interrupted by a certain Jinae resident.
‘Your head… have you been feeling better? I’ve been worried.’
‘You have?’ Your heart nearly skips a beat at the thought of him worrying about you, hoping that you’re alright, ‘I’m just fine Mark, all thanks to you.’
You don’t miss the way a pink blush creeps up his neck, and he avoids your gaze.
‘It’s what I’m trained to do,’ he brushes it off, ‘what kind of medic would I be if I couldn’t help?’
‘You’re incredibly selfless.’
‘Not really,’ Mark shrugs, ‘it’s the right thing to do.’
’Still selfless.’
He looks up at you then, trying to read your emotions.
‘I just mean that, in this world, people are selfish. People always care more about saving themselves than saving others. So you’re different, in that way.’
‘You think people care more about themselves than others?’
‘I-I saw a lot of things during the fall of Maria.. When my town was under attack, the titans had destroyed some of the houses, and there were people inside, who couldn’t get out. And they were shouting- screaming for someone to help them move the wood or the rubble but nobody listened. I told my dad to help them, obviously I couldn’t myself because I was only nine, but he didn’t. He told me that we had to leave ourselves, that we were responsible for ourselves. Now I know that those people died. They died because my father refused to help, because I was too weak. That’s most of the reason why I’m here, to help people if that were to happen again.’
‘I think your dad just cared about his family.’
‘In the refugee camps, I saw people steal food from other families, have knife fights over money and blankets. We were all in the same position, displaced and traumatised. I don’t know why people were so unwilling to help each other.’
‘Where are your family now?’ Mark asks innocently enough, but you feel your heart sink a bit.
‘My dad was sent out on the recapture mission, you know, when they tried to retake Wall Maria. He died.’
‘Oh I’m-‘ Mark looks at you with wide eyes, as if he had no idea how to react.
‘I don’t really feel any way about it,’ you admit, interrupting him, ‘he was comfortable letting those people trapped in the houses die terrified. I’m sure he had enough time to prepare himself for death before he left, and as he rode his horse out of Trost. I knew he was going to die when he said goodbye to me, and I was quite numb to it then too. My mother left me and my siblings alone in that camp and went to work in the interior to actually make money. I imagine she’s a prostitute or something. I don’t know. I don’t hear from her.’
‘Does she know you’re here?’
‘Maybe. My siblings may have told her. Anyway. Enough about me, what about you?’
‘My older brother is in the Military Police,’ Mark explains, ’the grand jewel of our family… I think my parents want me to follow in his footsteps. But I have no idea what I want to do yet.’
‘Do you think you’ll get in the top ten?’
‘Probably not. I’m not as fit or strong as Reiner, or even Annie. And I don’t have Armin’s brains or intellect. I’m kind of just in the middle.’
‘You have Eren’s will,’ you point out, ‘you care about helping people.’
‘You’re really comparing me to Eren?’ Mark chuckles.
‘I’m not saying you’re arrogant, just that you have the passion.’
‘I know. I just don’t think I have the passion for being a member of the Military Police. I don’t think they really help people as much as I want to.’
‘They’re very culty,’ you grimace, ‘so weird.’
Mark chuckles, ‘you’re not wrong. Every time I see my brother he’s walking around the interior with a huge gun, probably bullying some random kids.’
‘Do you know what regiment you want to go into?’ You ask.
‘I’m still weighing my options,’ he shrugs, ‘the Garrison always seemed like the easy route, just patrolling the streets and sitting around all day. But now they’re basically partners with the Survey Corps. If the walls get broken, they have to fight alongside each other. Either way, I’m fighting titans. It’s mainly just a decision of how often I want to.’
’Wall Rose hasn’t fallen,’ you point out, ‘it’s been nearly three years.’
‘As time goes on, it gets more likely,’ he remarks darkly, eyes fixed on the table, ‘by the sounds of it, this colossal titan seems intelligent. Who knows when it will decide to strike next. Our lecturer said that titan behaviour is incredibly unpredictable.’
‘Don’t you think we’ll be prepared enough to fight by then?’
‘It’s the Royal Government that comes up with the evacuation and fighting strategies. They care more about the preservation of the interior than those in the outer walls. They probably half-arsed the whole plan. As for our training, remember what Commander Shadis said on our first day. Most of us will just be titan feed in the end.’
‘You’re strong though, Mark,’ you state gently, as if he were sobbing and you were trying to console him.
‘You think so?’
‘I know you are. I watch you fight for future every single day.’
Mark stays silent, mulling over your words.
‘You really inspire me to try harder myself. And you’ll be an incredible soldier.’
When Mark continues to be silent, your eyes dart around the room. You catch the gaze of Sasha, who is stuffing her face with the tiny amount of leftovers.
She wiggles her eyebrows at you teasingly, before getting up and walking out of the cafeteria.
‘Nice one Y/N!’ Mark yells as you land a kick on Sasha’s shin, prompting her to fall to the floor clutching her leg.
‘Ow, Y/N!’ She shrieks, ‘I thought you said you would go easy on me!’
‘No titan will go easy on you, Braus,’ you hear Annie comment flatly.
Sasha huffs while Mark comes up behind you, gently turning you around by your elbow and giving you a high ten.
‘You’ve gotten so much better recently,’ Mark compliments, ‘I’m so proud of you!’
’Thanks Mark,’ you grin, trying to ignore the way your heart skips a beat by his words.
‘Yeah, nice going,’ Sasha grumbles, wiping down her now dusty thighs and shins, before turning on her heel and walking off to find Connie.
‘I still feel as though my fighting skills are a bit lacking to be honest,’ he confesses, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
‘Really? Who have you been practicing with?’
‘…Armin.’
‘Ah.’
‘Not to say that he’s weak or anything- he’s definitely not. There’s just a certain level you can get to where you just can’t improve anymore.’
No, I know what you mean,’ you try to empathise.
‘Maybe we can practice together? I-I mean, your usual partner is kind of… limping away, and I just think that you’re really great at this kind of stuff-‘
‘Mark,’ you giggle, reaching out and touching his shoulder, ‘it’s okay. We can fight. But just know, I’ll win.’
You take a few steps back as he laughs nervously. You drop your smile for a much more intimidating glare, raising your arms up.
‘Ready, Lee?’
Mark nods, awkwardly holding his own arms up to mirror your own.
You both stare at each other for a few seconds before either one of you strikes. You lunge forwards at him, swinging your right arm around his neck, to trap him in a headlock. He splutters in your ear, flailing his own limbs around in an attempt to wriggle out of your grip, but fails to do so when you throw out your leg and clip the side of his ankle with your foot, sending both of you to the ground.
He lands first, back impacting against the ground with a thud and a grunt from Mark.
You had imagined that he would let you go as he tumbled to the ground, but he doesn’t, clinging onto your arms and bringing you down with him.
A split second later, you’re also making contact with something, but not the ground. Your abdomens clash together, causing you to make an automatic ‘oof’ sound.
It takes you a while to adjust to the situation. You’re face to face, legs tangled together. There’s orange dust in Mark’s hair, sweat glistening on his forehead, eyes squinting while trying to get used to the sun, cheeks and nose red with the heat, lips-
There’s a few moments of silence, the two of you studying each others faces.
‘Ar-are you ok?’ You stammer, and for a few seconds he does not respond, still just staring at you.
‘Oh! I’ll get off,’ you shake your head, unraveling your twisted legs and clambering off of him, much to Mark’s silent disappointment.
‘Uh, you did good!’ You murmur, ‘just, um, try not to be caught off guard, next time.’
When you turn to walk away, you don’t fail to notice the way Krista and Mina are sitting on the steps of the watchtower, whispering frantically to each other.
You don’t see Mark for a few days after that. Training becomes infinitely more rigorous, since you were split into four groups and sent to different parts of the forest for field training.
You had spent several days trekking through the rain and snow with your backpack on, and afterwards spending a few days recuperating.
Mark was in a different group than you, hence why you did not see him. It feels weird that he’s not there, like there’s a part of you missing, but overall you somewhat enjoy your few days away.
It also gives you the perfect opportunity to completely forget about your weird moment during your fight, and focus on building relationships with other cadets.
‘You don’t think Marco is cute?’ Mina exclaims with wide eyes.
‘No, I mean he’s ok-‘
‘Just okay?’ Hannah Diamant replies, absolutely stunned at your indifference.
‘She only says so because she has her eyes on Lee,’ Sasha teases, sticking her tongue out when you turn to glare at her.
‘Do not!’ You argue.
‘Do too!’ Sasha is in fits of giggles, ‘and he clearly likes you too.’
‘I doubt it,’ you mumble, suddenly feeling quite embarrassed.
’Nah, he definitely likes you,’ Mina chimes in.
Unbeknownst to you, a certain blonde had been paying a bit of extra attention to your conversation.
Hence why you were here now, violently stabbing at your dinner with a fork, glaring holes into Krista Lenz’s back while she whispered to Mark Lee.
‘I thought she was going out with that Ymir girl?’ You don’t have a clue who’s speaking to you. Your brain is swimming with anger, so fuzzy you can hardly think straight.
When Krista goes to whisper in Mark’s ear again, she places a hand on his shoulder, after which you’re plotting ways in which you could cut her fingers off.
’I wouldn’t worry,’ Sasha shrugs, ‘we know, and I mean we all know he’s in love with you.’
‘Even if you’re right, which you are not, I’m not her.’
‘Don’t be so worried you idiot,’ Mina half snaps half chuckles, ‘you’re gorgeous. And a total catch, obviously. Mark Lee would be dumb to not want you.’
Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap.
‘What the actual fuck,’ you mutter, sitting straight up in your bottom bunk bed, coming centimetres from smacking your head.
You whip your head in the direction of the source of the noise.
And there he stands, Mark Lee, in the purple night at your window.
‘What the hell?’ You mouth.
He beckons, asking you to come outside.
You give him an incredulous look, trying to be as quiet as physically possible while getting out of bed and putting on your jacket and boots.
‘What sort of time do you call this?’ You exclaim, exasperated.
‘The best time to go to the lake.’
You can’t help but notice the smirk on his face as he turns on his heel, walking down the gravel path.
You quickly look around for possible bystanders, before following him.
His lantern lights the way as you walk down the hill in a comfortable silence, arms swinging at every bump and skip in your step.
The lake is glittering at this time of night, especially because of how high and bright the moon is in the sky.
‘I like to sit and have picnics in the moon rather than the sun. The food doesn’t melt and I don’t get sunburned.’
‘We’re having a picnic?’ You practically squeak, eyes widening to basically the same size as the moon above.
‘Well, uh, no, we are in a food shortage,’ Mark stammers, ‘but I did swipe some bread from Armin. Well I mean, he gave it to me, said he would take one for the team or whatever…’
’Thank you Mark,’ you interrupt him, grinning uncontrollably, ‘this is really sweet.’
‘But if it’s any constellation, I would’ve loved to have made you a picnic. When they take back the wall I promise I’ll make up a nice spread of food.’
‘Where’s all this come from, Mark?’ You wonder aloud.
‘I’ve just had a realisation recently,’ he admits, gulping.
‘What is it?’
‘I really like you, Y/N,’ he confesses, taking both of your hands in his and rubbing them with his thumbs, ‘and I know that you probably don’t feel the same, and that we definitely have much bigger things to focus on, but-‘
You cut him off by practically launching yourself at him, kissing him.
For a moment he is stiff as a board underneath you with his surprise, before relaxing and reciprocating your kiss.
For a while you sit there, under the watchful eye of the moon, eventually peeling away from each other when you become breathless.
‘I like you too, Mark. Being with you takes me away from this horrible reality. And I don’t know what the future will be like, but I know that I want you in it.’
‘I feel exactly the same way,’ he whispers, still holding your hands.
‘We have to pick our regiments really soon. I think that I might join the survey corps,’ you say, staring out into the lake.
‘I’ll go wherever you go,’ Mark murmurs, rubbing your cheek with his hand, which you lean into.
You sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, your head resting on his shoulder, Mark occasionally turning his head to kiss your hair.
‘What made you decide to tell me this now?’ You ask.
‘Well, let’s just say I got some encouragement from Krista and Sasha.’
’I should’ve known,’ you chuckle, ‘I’ll get them back later.’
Mark laughs, perking up slightly as though he had remembered something.
‘Ready to crack open the bread, baby?’
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