THANK YOU ASKINGGG ,,, this is stupid late im sorry but i finally have enough inspo to write this,,,, enjoy amara being a brat and ayla having none of it MHMMM
20: “You’ll have to beg for it.”
The air in Ayla’s room smells just like her, Amara notes. It’s annoying and yet she doesn’t want to smell anything else.
Amara is spawled on her worn couch in the corner, one leg dangling over the arm rest. She had been at this for hours now. Pushing.
Being impossible on purpose.
”Just saying.” Amara drawled, inspecting her nails with exaggerated disinterest. “If you really wanted me to come over, you could have at least cleaned up. How do you live like this?” She exclaimed.
Ayla doesn’t respond but she can practically see her eye roll. Amara loves it when she gets angry.
Amara continues to push. “Come on. You normally would have told me to fuck off by now.”
That gets her to turn around with an unamused expression on her face.
”Are you done?” Her eyes fixes on Amara with that look that she likes, half-annoyance and half something else that Amara can’t name.
Amara smirks in response. “Not even close.”
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“Oh-fuck!” Amara’s usually bratty voice is a high cry this time— hips buckling to catch Ayla’s tongue licking down her juices. She’s embarassingly wet and she hates that.
Not her fault that Ayla’s just effortlessly stunning. She doesn’t know why the other girl thinks herself so lowly.
“More! More!” Amara cries out, holding on to whatever she could find.
Ayla looks up from between her thighs, her usual disinterested look replaced by a hungry and somehow loving look (amara knows how much ayla cares though—she would never let her forget)
”You’ll have to beg for it.” She whispers against her clit making Amara whine. Why is that so hot when she says it like that?
Amara doesn’t have it in her to fight.
”Please! Touch me more!” She begs.
Something flickers in Ayla’s eyes. Surprise maybe. Or satisfaction as she goes back to licking her. The sight of her there— broad shouldered, rough handed and on her knees for Amara makes her stomach twist with heat.
a wip i can’t seem to be able to finish. im nervous to post it in case i didn’t get his character right because halek is hard for me to grasp entirely but i don’t think it’s half bad?
halek prince x f!mc (aeryn ittai)
italicized lines taken directly from the shoh demo by the brilliant @shepherds-of-haven
After all the danger, all the stumbling in the dark, Aeryn thought that for once in her tragic life she would be grateful to feel the touch of snow. Feel the cool, crisp air against her back. Inhale a breath of oxygen that doesn’t feel heavy and leaden with death.
Uncharacteristically, she was wrong.
As soon as she is pulled from the cave, her hands and knees on the ground, the snow begins to soak her clothes. The wind chill bites at her nose, her cheeks, her exposed ears. Instead, she feels even more like death.
But then Halek is there. The weight off her back lifts and it is all Aeryn can do from falling over right there beside him.
His hands, slender and soothing, cup her face. She can feel the warmth of his breath on her lips like a sip of fresh water.
"I could kiss you right now, you god-sent Shepherd!”
Against her will, the muscles of her face contort into what she’s sure must be a clumsy display of a smile. She tries to open her eyes to see him but is blinded by the light and closes them back again. She settles for leaning forward to allow herself rest against his forehead. Halek continues to offer praise, seemingly unaware of this.
“…You've done it. You've saved my people."
A smirk curls her lips apart but she is far too relieved to properly play coy. “A kiss, you said? Well, don’t let me stop you.”
Faintly, she registers some sort of sound from Naolin behind her. In her exhaustion she cannot tell if it is derision or exasperation. Halek chuckles and she feels suddenly as though she may melt right into him.
“Perhaps another time.”
That, she thinks, is where it started. Her…fondness of him. Her curiosity about him. Never had she been one to pursue yet whenever she could, there she was. Smirking and teasing and asking.
Aeryn thrums with an anxious excitement whenever he is near. Insatiable curiosity had always been more of Red’s fatal flaw yet she found herself unable to care. Soon, a dance began to form between them. A stolen look across the courtyard, a smirk more sincere as a parting gift, secret nights spent trading playful comments and wistful hypotheticals.
Some might say that their relationship seemed to change overnight. Aeryn doesn’t think so. Since the moment she met him she’d say there was something there. She’s not sure what exactly but something so palpable and tangible she felt she could reach out and touch it.
The night was warm as she stepped out into it. Nights like these aren’t uncommon for her. Sleep is elusive on the best of days. Frankly, she’s just grateful it keeps the nightmares away.
She only meant to take a stroll around the compound, maybe expel the rest of her energy with the task. Her feet sink into the grass, still wet with the remnants of the day’s rain. The heel of her shoes click quietly against the stone floor when she crosses the courtyard. She turns a corner to head to the kitchen but is stopped by a tall, looming figure already slumped against the wall.
Neither of them say a word—likely trying to gauge each other out. No features can be discerned in the darkness until the clouds part to allow the moonlight to illuminate their face.
He takes a slow drag from his cigar, blowing the smoke past his lips. “You’re up late.” Is all he says in greeting.
Aeryn snorts in dry amusement and looks pointedly at the cigar dangling between his fingers. “And you’re smoking? In this heat? Seriously, Halek?”
The Hunter merely shrugs and Aeryn frowns as the smoke reaches her nostrils. The smell burns them slightly and she turns away from it. “What?” He smirks and she can hear the tease in his tone. “You going to lecture me on my health and performance the way Blade does?”
She rolls her eyes and leans back against the opposite wall, crossing her arms casually. “Please, you know I could care less what other people do with their time.”
Halek hums in apparent agreement.
“What are you doing out here, anyway?”
“I thought you didn’t care what other people do with their time?”
She closes her mouth, swallowing her initial objection and clicks her tongue. He smirks and takes another drag. This time, he tips his face up to blow the smoke in a different direction and she tries not to pay attention to pale barred skin of his throat. Hael, she must be insane. That’s all she knows. This is also the moment she notices his state of undress.
His buttons unbuttoned all the way to his chest, his hair messy and uncontrolled like he’s just rolled out of bed. His shirt even gently billows through a suspiciously well-timed breeze.
It’s rather unfair.
Aeryn scowls at his quip—or rather it’s truthfulness—and Halek stomps out his cigar with a bored sigh. “I came down for something to eat,” he explains, gesturing down the corridor towards the kitchens. “Nothing nefarious.”
“Oh, good,” She teases, her voice shifting a small octave higher. “I’m so relieved.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Halek dismisses her sarcastic tone and pushes his hands into his pockets. “What about you?”
Aeryn can only shrug in response. “Couldn’t sleep. Went for a walk.”
“Aren’t we just lucky then.”
“Lucky, huh?” She smirks, her posture immediately loosening and shifting into something more open and inviting. Her body turns to face him properly as though pulled towards him.
His own lips curl into something similarly devious. A piece of stray moonlight catches on his eyes causing them to shine. “I’d say so. Wouldn’t you?”
Her feet take compelled steps forward, bringing her closer to him. He looks down at her as she does, content to watch her as she settles beside him.
“Halek,” she begins, licking her dry lips briefly and his eyes dip down, drawn to the movement. “What is it, exactly, that you’re hoping will happen here?”
This time he inches closer, his pale eyes wandering over the apple of her cheeks, the slope of her nose, the rustling of her hair by the breeze. Her chest swells with a heavy inhale that gets stuck in her lungs. All thoughts leave her brain as they hesitate there, suspended in the moment.
She forgets how long they’ve been standing there when Halek speaks again. “I imagine it’s whatever you’re thinking about, Aeryn.”
Somehow, she manages to grin. “I hope so.”
Her patience runs out and she pushes up onto her toes to meet him halfway.
fandom: Shepherd’s of Haven IF @shepherds-of-haven
pairing: Romelle Wildegard (MC) X Ayla Aescar X Shery Acquell (triad poly)
synopsis: a poly au between my mc and the two ladies because i was so conflicted over who should be her endgame lmfao (shery won but her and ayla’s relationship is so special to me) where romelle returns back to the compound after taking way too many missions
i have decided to post my shorter drabbles here instead of ao3 (i will still be posting there!) i hope y’all will enjoy this one
Romelle knew from a very young age that she was born to be active. Ever since she was a little girl whether it was running around or dancing, Romelle did it. She found herself following the same patterns even after joining the Shepherds.
Yes, that meant taking the most challenging missions back to back. Sue her, this is what she was used to.
It didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt though as Romelle winced as Trouble gave her one strong friendly punch after running into her as she entered the compound all roughed up.
“Sorry, Elle.” Trouble winced, an amused look in his eyes. “I probably shouldn’t keep you, Ayla and Shery had been worried sick.” He said and Romelle’s eyes softened at the mention of her girlfriends.
She doesn’t even know what she did to deserve not one but two women loving her unconditionally. Ayla was like the wind (she gave herself a little fist bump in the head for that) , she took her breath away with every fierce thing she did. Shery was the sun after a cold day, brightening her day with just a smile.
They were all different but they loved each other just the same.
Saying goodbye to Trouble, Romelle walked to their shared room as she opened the door. Both Ayla and Shery were already inside whispering something. Once the door opened both of their heads turned towards the sound and suddenly Romelle was startled by a huge hug between two of her girlfriends.
“You’re back!” Shery cried, burying her face to the crook of Romelle’s neck not even caring about how sweaty Romelle seemed to look.
“What the fuck took you so long?” Ayla grumbled but she seemed just as eager to see Romelle, giving her a punch in the shoulder.
Romelle groaned, opening her eyes as she pouted at her girlfriend.
“Okay.” She wheezed. “I kinda deserved that.”
Ayla huffed but still broke into a small smile as she leaned in and brushed a kiss to Romelle’s shoulder that made her heart skip a beat.
“You almost gave Shery a heart attack when we heard that you took those missions back to back. Do you know how fucking stupid that is?” Ayla complained, kissing her and lecturing like a kid at the same time.
It soothed Romelle, made her remember all those days back at her village.
“Okay, I get it! Shery say something to her!” Romelle pouted and turned towards her shorter girlfriend.
Shery smiled at her girlfriend's antics before she spoke. “I wouldn’t exactly say it that way but… you should take care of yourself. For us.” She murmured, looking down and Romelle felt herself fall quiet.
She sometimes forgot to think that the people she loved the most in the world worried about her too. It made something inside her bloom like a wild fire.
“I understand.” Romelle whispered gently. “I should have been more considerate of myself.” She apologized before grinning.
“Cuddles?”
Ayla rolled her eyes playfully and dragged both of them to the bed, making Romelle lay down between the two. “It’s like you even need to ask.” She grumbled.
The two of them wrapped her arms around Romelle’s muscular figure and she could feel the pain in her body fading with every single passing moment. It felt like home.
“I love you both.” Romelle whispered before slowly succumbing to a deep slumber. She didn’t need to hear the answer to her whispered confession.
