have this au that I love deeply where Mikleo is a litteral seraphin
(aka a little baby angel because come on, look at this face ! )
He lives in a forest near a village (called Camlann B3 ) and has to
hide from the human because humans are bad and bring calamity with
them, then taint or hurt angels.
Then one day he meets this little human kid called Sorey. They’re
quick to become friends and Sorey come see him secretly almost every
day. They grow up together and become closer and closer as the time
Adding the rest under a read more because I basically wrote the
whole plot of a story XD
The Hound x reader (lonely traveler, ex-Red Keep kitchen girl with a fetish for big scary men)
smut, NSFW gifs, a little roughness
Yes, yesss… I hope that the wait was worth it. Sorry if the Hound is a little tiny bit OOC (I always try to keep away from that), but I imagine it would take a good few weeks to get to him, and this is supposed to be I-havent-seen-you-in-ages-can-we-fuck-and-then-love-plz. So throw in a few drinks, a fiesty milkmaid and you got yourself a Hound with a hard-on. And sorry for lack of gifs, I tried to release this ASAP and din’t have time for finding anymore. I will try to maybe edit later.
Also I’m really sorry if I take some days to release stuff. It’s just that I really don’t like OOC and blunt writing. I like mine sensual and with a little introduction, and also try to leave lost of space for the reader’s imagination/self inserts. And as you see, my smuts are long and nasty
You sat at small table in the corner, your caped shoulders pressed against the cold bricks. The musky smell of burning wood swooned through the room as you sipped on the warm mead in your pitcher, just watching the fire-lit lodge. You were on your way down north, and you’ve come a damn long way. Your journey was closing to an end, and you took a refuge at an inn. A few more days and you’d feel cold air and see snowy peaks.
You watched some girls swing their hips around the room, arms around men they’ve just met. Couldn’t blame them, nor the men though; when one’s feeling lonely and cold, good company is always welcomed. You found yourself trailing memories…
One might be in the midst of the world and maintain serenity; such a one is in solitude. Another may stay in lonely forests and be unable to control his mind; he can’t be said to be in solitude.
A man attached to desire cannot get solitude, wherever he may be; a detached man is always in solitude. Even one who is working with detachment is working in solitude, and his work does not affect him. When work is performed with attachment it is a shackle. Solitude is not in forests only. It can be had in the midst of worldly occupations.