Here is the Lance & Blue comic I promised ! Omg I spent way too much time on this … I really LOVE to draw Lance & Blue <3 My fav paladin & Lion. (And yes, Paladins playing with their lions would be the cutest thing.) (I will definitely draw more lion stuff.)
Requested: Can I have a Mark fluff please??
Requested: Ermm how about a kiss/make out (not too much u know) one with mark?
A/N: This is Mark Lee not Mark Tuan- but
Very first Mark scenario omg [pls don’t ask for Mark smut…]
Word Count: 388
Frantically, Mark brought your hands to his
“You’re too cold” he fretted, his warm breath
making your frozen fingertips tingle.
You giggled childishly, poking his nose gently.
He wore a frown, pressing his lips to the smooth plane of your hand.
“I told you to bring gloves” he began, scolding
You ignored him, withdrawing your hands. You
trembled as you made your way to the exit of the rink. A holler sounding before
Mark tugged you aside, making way for the eccentric skater. Clumsily, you stumbled
into Mark, gripping his soft coat ineptly. He smiled gently, glancing down at
“Let’s get hot chocolate” he suggested,
intertwining his fingers with your own.
“My feet hurt” you whined.
He sat down in the booth, sliding a steaming
cup of hot chocolate before you. He quickly removed the lid of his own before
snatching the other, instead pushing the one with small marshmallows before
you. You smiled at his thoughtfulness, scooting closer.
“I’ll give you a massage later then” he
Gingerly, he took a sip of the scalding drink, immediately
“It’s too hot, don’t drink it yet” he advised,
“I love you.”
A light blush dusted his cheeks as his flustered
expression morphed into a smile.
“I love you too.”
You leant in, melding your lips with his own, a
sudden warmth flowing through your cold figure from the intimate contact. Your mind
fluttered as his lips followed your own, a flurry of butterflies unleashed
within your throbbing heart.
“No one can see us back here” he mused,
glancing over his shoulder.
You suddenly became aware of the Christmas
music, the chatter of the employees, the gentle clicks of the espresso machine.
You grew shy, shrinking away.
“Let’s go home” you murmured, tugging on his
A muffled gasp left you as he leant in,
capturing your lips. His agile hands drew you closer, his slender fingers
threading through your hair. You whined quietly, unable to resist his spontaneous
yet affectionate behavior.
His lips tasted of sweet chocolate, their enticing warmth making you melt.
“I want to watch a movie” he murmured, drawing
He smiled to himself, taking a sip of his
drink; the thought of snuggling together on the sofa making him eager to head