You're In Awfully Early (Septiplier)

Just Too Thrilled

They kiss for as long as they dare before a loud whisper from behind the newly open door ushers them forward to the waiting panel. Their fingers are interlaced, and Mark can already feel the difference in the way their hands fit together. The sight bump from Jack's wedding band presses against the soft place in between his own middle and ring fingers. There is a slightly sweaty nature to the other man's palm that the raven has never felt before.

"You're shaking like a leaf," Mark chuckles as they turn to pass through the set of doors to their panel. "If you faint on me I'm taking back the ring."

The blue eyes flash into the warm brown and Mark chuckles again.

"There is no way this ring is ever coming off," Jack giggles back. "You're stuck with my loud Irish ass forever, Fischbach. So you better just get used to it."

Mark barely has time to think of a snarky response before they hear the roar of the crowd as they enter the brightly lit auditorium. Apart Markiplier and Jacksepticeye could bring a crowd to their feet, but together they could have the audience never want to sit down again.

Hand and hand they walk, with the giant spotlight illuminating their smiling faces as the announcer introduced them by name. Their free hands wave wherever they can to the eruption of laughter and cheers.

Two men in dark clothing race up to the two men and quickly give them microphones. Mark chuckles loudly into his when there is a small amount of scratchy feedback, and another round of applause meets the lover's ears at the sound of the raven's signature belly laugh. It's only when the noise behind to settle again and the shapeless silhouettes begin to sit back down and mutter quietly to each other that Jack turns towards the handsome man next to him and whispers in his ear.

"So are you going to announce it, or should I?"

"I think you should," Mark replies. "I'll probably start crying like a bitch, or something."

The Irishman giggles and lets go of his fiancé's hand, then lifting the microphone up to his lips screams out to the crowd.

"Top of the mornin' to you laddies! My name is Jacksepticeye, and this handsome man trying to steal my spotlight is Markiplier!"

The crowd screams with all of it's might at the familiar greeting and both men are almost beside themselves at the warmth of the fans. There are catcalls and whistles from all directions, and it's hard to tell which man on the stage has the bigger smile. The line of eager people with their questions and comments dancing in their heads are all there, but with a nod of Mark's head, Jack raises his hands up help the audience settle down.

"Before we get on with the panel, Mark and I have an announcement to make, if you guys would be so awesome."

The murmurs are thick in the air as the crowd speculates, and it's only when there is silence again that Jack raises the microphone to his lips yet again.

"It seems after four years this big lug has decided to finally make an honest man out of me, and it was about damn time, if I say so myself."

The giant room swarms with laughter, but none of them are as loud as Mark's bellow. The raven walks a little closer to the Irishman and places his right hand on the small of his back, then with a reassuring pat, the brown eyes meet the blue.

"We're getting married!" Jack screams, and then both of the men raise up their left hands.

As if it was all set up long beforehand the video cameras projecting Mark and Jack onto the big screen zooms in on each of their hands. It is as if there is a wave of stunned silence and then little by little the audience went absolutely insane with cheers and applause at the news. There are chants of both of their names and the ground underneath both sets of their feet vibrates with sheer excitement of what they were witnessing at PAX.

Markiplier and Jacksepticeye are engaged, and already the two of them could feel their phones going off in their pockets like crazy with messages and alerts. Mark gives a slightly concerned look at Jack, and leans in close as the audience begins to quiet down again.

"We better be ready, Roo," he says quickly. "The viewers will be wanting a lot of questions answered."

The gentle squeeze from the pale hand is all that he needs to let him know that Jack is ready for whatever the next three days give them, and Mark could feel his heartbeat slow down just a little bit. Jack was there with them, and Mark was there with Jack. They had made it through all sorts of drama and came out the other side still holding hands.

"May I ask my question?" came a very small voice from the right side of the giant line of patient fans.

There is another round of gentle laughter from the crowd as Jack and Mark turn to look at the young woman, with her dark drown hair pulled back in a messy pony tail and her Markiplier t shirt displayed proudly on her chest.

"Of course you can," Mark replies, glancing over quickly towards his fiance. "Ignore the big bag of wind over here trying to take over the entire panel. What's your question?"

"Are you going to take Jack's last name, or is Jack taking yours?"

The audience mutters quietly as Jack and Mark look at each other again. The Irishman gestures to the other to answer, but Mark's mind is a total blank. Still, he lifts the microphone to his lips. His answer is simple, and the crowd truly understands.

"Let's just work on getting through the weekend first."