I got the idea from looking at fan art of Mark and Kieran, and one included the line "the stars will go out before I forget you Mark Blackthorn" which just stuck in my head, so I decided to base a fanfiction on it. Hope you guys like the story and let me know in the reviews if there was anything you liked, or if there is anything you want to see in future chapters.
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"The stars will go out before I forget you Mark Blackthorn"
Mark lay on his back, looking for the stars he'd named after his siblings, as he had done every day since joining the Wild Hunt. The rest of the hunt were watching the initiation of a new member, but Mark didn't feel like watching. He never felt like he belonged to the wild hunt: he'd joined because he thought his family had died but that turned out to be a lie. They were all still alive, and his heart ached to be with them in the Shadowhunter world rather than be where he was: a member of the hunt in the land of fey. Add to the mix they had whipped him bloody until he claimed he was no longer a Shadowhunter. He hadn't meant the words, but had said them to get the pain to stop. He still got called 'Shadow Boy' every so often, just to remind him he didn't really belong with them, but he had no chose, he had to stay with them.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice someone lying next to him. He didn't even bother looking over to see who his companion was. "You don't mind me lying here do you?" said a familiar voice. Mark glanced over to see Kieran, who'd helped him when he had first joined the hunt. They hadn't spoken much since, so Mark assumed Kieran didn't want anything to do with him. What would a prince want with the Shadow Boy after all? "Lie where you want" Mark responded, more blunt than he had wanted. Thankfully Kieran didn't seem to take Mark's comment offensively, by letting out a short chuckle "well it seems like I am".
The pair remained silent for a few minutes before Mark's curiosity got the better of him. Looking at Kieran he asked "why did you help me when I joined the hunt?" because the question had been bothering him for a while. Kieran seem to be considering his answer before finally speaking. "For two reasons. One, you are like me, an outcast. Two, I like you Mark, a lot" which stunned Mark. Of all the things he had expected to hear, that had not been it. As the fair folk were unable to lie, he knew what Kieran had said was true, but it was hard to believe. He blinked a couple before he heard himself asking "why?" he wasn't sure why he had said it, he just had. Kieran rolled onto his side, and propped his head on his hand. He smirked "why? I'm a prince, a son of the Unseelie King, but am one of many and one of the youngest. My father is exactly the paternal type so off to the Wild Hunt I went without a second thought. I get a lot of stick for it from the rest of the riders. You on the other hand are the butt end of a large number of jokes for being half-shadowhunter. I've heard the names they call you. So we're both outcasts, which is one of the reasons you're the only one that has caught my attention and has made me want to get to know better."
Kieran then paused and let his words sink in with Mark. He could tell he hadn't fully answered Mark's question, and Mark opened his mouth to specify what he had originally meant, but was silenced my Kieran laying one of his elegant fingers on Marks lips. "As for why I like you? Apart from the fact that we are in some way united in our being shunned by the rest of the hunt, and the fact you are beautiful to look at, it's because I feel like you a different from the rest of them, but in a good way. I just need to work out what that difference is" he said. Mark found himself smiling as he propped himself up onto his elbows. It felt nice having someone saying something nice to him for a change, after all the negativity he had faced from the rest of the riders. Looking at Kieran in the eye he said "thank you…" but got cut off as Kieran cut him off by placing his hand on his face and kissing him softly on the lips. When he pulled away Mark leant in for a second kiss, this one deeper than the first, and longer. Both of them had missed the comfort of being with another person who cared about them, and had given up finding it within the hunt, but had somehow found it it each other that night.