present for you, ♦️, and 🧩.
feeling very inspired today, apparently.
I HOPE THIS HELPS YOU FEEL BETTER 🧩!!!
Occtis and Wicander sit, pressed together from knee to shoulder, on their side of Hal’s gigantic Boy’s Time bed. More and more frequently the five of them have been sleeping all together in the Davinos-approved silk sheets, and at times like these Occtis is very thankful.
Across from he and Wick are three of the strongest and most resilient men he has ever met clutching each other and shaking. Julien is laying atop Azune, who is leaned up against Hal’s bare chest. Julien’s grip around Azune’s middle and what parts of Hal’s legs he can reach is so tense the veins on his arms are standing out intensely. Azune has both of Hal’s hands threaded through his, and all four clasped together on Julien’s lower back. Azune and Julien’s eyes have been closed for a while, and Hal is starring off somewhere far back in time. Each clap of thunder sends a wave of involuntary shakes through the three men strong enough for he and Wick to feel.
Occtis had awoken, moments ago, to Julien’s hair creeping down his throat. He does not need to breathe, yet he certainly feels when things are in places they should in fact not be. After sputtering like a cat he realized Julien had him entirely surrounded. The knight’s arms were clasped behind Occtis’s back, and long pale legs extended along either side of more olive-grey toned ones, pinning them together. It had taken Hal a few minutes after he came to to realize that one of his boys was missing.
After prying Julien off of Occtis and getting the man to sit at the foot of the bed while Hal woke Azune up, Occtis crawled up and over toward his newly realized twin. Wicander, a hopeful fool and trusting to a fault, had wormed his way into the space that used to be Occtis’s heart. (Hal and the other two had as well. Julien was the first man he ever said he loved who said it back. Azune understands Occtis’s wants and needs better than anyone he’s ever met. And Hal . . . Hal keeps them all together and takes such good care of them.) So there he sat, feeling powerless to help the soldiers in his life escape an enemy they cannot attack or charm into submission.
“I think I have an idea.” Wick whispers in his ear as he rests his chin on Occtis’s shoulder and loops long arms around his middle, and the gentle whisper of breath warms Occtis’s chilled skin.
Occtis turns his head and pecks Wicander on the cheek, “What do you have in mind, angel?”
“Oh, you’ve already figured it out!” Wick smiles and Occtis silently mourns as the man’s warmth slides from behind him. Soft footfalls on the shag rug signal that Wick is walking to the foot of the bed.
He clears his throat, “Hal, Julien, Az? I have an idea that I think could help. Would you be willing to try?”
Julien nods his head vigorously against Azune’s chest, shifting the hair that began to stick to the Arcane Marshal’s chest from tears. Azune begins to sit up and help Julien sit up against his chest, rather than responding. Hal just breathes out a quiet, “Yes, dear boy.”
Occtis watches as Wicander arranges the soldiers on the enormous bed; Hal is still behind Julien and Azune, arms around the boys’ shoulders, while Azune and Julien sit criss-cross next to each other. A giggle he can’t stop sneaks out as Wick turns to take his shirt off and all three of the terrified men’s eyes grow wide for a different reason.
“None of that now. And these are still pretty new, so you guys have to be gentle. Okay?” Wick calls, pulling the sleep shirt over his head.
“What do you mean, boy?” Julien asks, voice only lightly quivering.
The room grows brighter for a moment, just a moment, as wings burst from Wicander’s back. Luminous, fluffy, warm, and delicate feathers curling around him. Wick walks backwards until the familiar feeling of his calves hitting a bed signals the taught response to sit, wings spread out and available for Julien and Azune. One wing each.
Occtis comes to sit on Wicks lap, straddling his thighs, and throws his arms over his shoulders, crossing right between the giant wings. “Jules . . .‘Zune, focus on the feathers. Be gentle and ground yourself. Hal, wanna do the same with your boys’ hair?” Occtis looks at Hal through his lashes, something he knows makes Hal want to do anything he asks.
“Brilliant, boys.” Hal says, hands immediately in Julien and Azune’s hair.
Occtis hums and smiles, one hand coming to the back of Wick’s head to play with teal waves. It always makes his day when Hal acknowledges his intelligence. He isn’t as strong as Azune and Julien, and he isn’t as kind as Wick. But he knows he is smart.
The morning finds him coming out of his trance, still in Wick’s lap and sprawled on his chest. With wings away, Occtis notices the five of them fell like dominos in the night. Wick has one of Azune and Julien’s legs trapped under him, and Julien and Azune and laying in the divots of each of Hal’s hips.
Occtis holds Wick’s face and kisses him awake; congratulates for successfully distracting the soldiers to sleep.
Alright, I am having so much fun and am probably done for today but no promises. Is this annoying anyone yet?
Today is a good day for hal's harem!
I love Occtis finding his place and people respecting how his brain works. Also I love that we had azune and the Einfasens xover with hals harem and now a hals harem with Wick With Wings one.
... Anyone have a better name for wick with wings it sounds like a fast food joint.