#reddiamond!anon

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I haven't quite figured it exactly out yet, I often don't until it's written out. I know Occtis was Thaisha's before he was Hal's, and that he misses her a great deal, but can't travel with her right now. He's still human and alive, so more shy and uncertain. Hal is extremely gentle with him, he's gotten the full story on how Occtis' family treated him and wants him to be safe in his house.

Occtis tends to hang back, he's particularly leery of the far more boisterous Julien, and a little intimidated by Azune's physical prowess and beauty. He worries Hal just tolerates him because of Thaisha, which is very much not the case.

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Well, to further complicate matters, normally Azune would be spear-heading this sort of thing, but as the boy who also has a 9-5.....

He does wake up early, make sure there is plenty of breakfast for everyone, and the start of soup on the stove. He leaves DETAILED lists for the others, including a schedule of when to check on Hal, and what herbs and such to give him to help the symptoms.

Occtis makes sure to make Hal tea before he heads off to class, gaining a tired little thank you. He knows the bard worries about his voice when he's sick, so keeping him supplied with warm beverages help, as does the extra honey he adds to tempt his sweet tooth.

That leaves Julien and Wick for a disturbing long period of the day on Hal duty.

Wick has never cared for someone a day in his life. He's nervous and worried, he's never seen Hal sick before, and he's also used to the ridge power structure that he grew up in. He certainly remembers being sick, and being tended to by servants and his grandmothers clerics. He supposed his mother was occasionally sick, but all he would know of it was a servant telling him she was unavailable in her chambers. His grandmother was never sick.

He does remember Lioran being sickly when he was young, hearing the whispers and rumors and not being allowed to visit at all. He was so worried about his little brother, that he might be scared and alone with no family there, he would spend most of the day on his knees praying to the Light for his health.

Though one be Sick and in the Dark The Light is ever there For those who Believe in it's Mercy All shall be healed For in the radiance of the Light All shall be made Right

"He's going to be okay, right?" He asks Julien quietly for the twelfth time that morning.

"Of course he is." Julien was so far out of his element here, trying to keep an eye on Hal and sooth an anxious Wick. "It's just a cold..." he repeated, brushing fingers over Hal's temple to check for fever.

Hal's hand reached out for Wick, patting his thigh. "I'm fine.... you are taking good care of me, sweet boys.. come here?"

Wick gratefully scrambled onto the bed next to him, tucking himself against the orc's side, pleased when he felt him relax a bit. It was hard, sometimes, Azune always seem to know what to do, and Julien and Occtis would pick up anything else. Wick felt like he'd spent his entire life being useless, and he didn't like that feeling here, with these people who were starting to feel more like family then those at his own home.

Julien nodded curtly. "I will go check on the soup." It didn't need checking on, but his body was filled with a frantic energy, and for once he was grateful Wick was there, someone who could just be still in a way he could not.

Hal yawned and shifted. "You don't have to stay," he murmured softy after Julien had left, his arm tucking Wick close against his side, eyes already closed again.

"I know," Wick replied softy, biting his lip and then bringing his hand up slowly, touching his forehead with the lightest possible touch. When Hal didn't object, he let his fingers continue the barely there touch down over the bridge of Hal's nose, then one cheek, back to trace his ear and then down his jaw. He'd seen Azune do this once or twice, when Hal had awoken from a particularly a nightmare, and it had seemed to sooth him then, but Wick had never dared try himself.

A warm pride grew inside him as he felt Hal's body relax further pressed against his, carefully repeating the motion unhurriedly.

Hal sighed and pulled Wick close and drifted off to sleep again, letting himself focus on the warmth of the body next to him, and how good those touched felt.

Julien lures them both for a kiss with sweets poky style.

Eating small pretty snacks like candy or sushi off of Julien is an option too. Azune bites Julien's ass and then says «what? it looks tasty too». Julien is conflicted because it's hot, but might it be potential dragon ancestry giving him an inclination to eating people? Still hot though (and goes well with the last ask about Azune gnawing on Julien, but also I just love the dragon ancestry hc so much give this sad boy some scales)

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Azune hoarding pretty treats and pretty boys to eat them off of and to feed them in equal measure.

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?

<3 Lichqueen

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.

Thoughts?

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I think Hal can't quite help but enjoy having such a sweet boy around who's so eager for... everything. It's nice to have someone to talk to, who hasn't heard all his theories before. And Occtis is so clever, he understands and always has questions or his own ideas.

[they getting a little spicy in here]

Azune's attitude towards his praise kink is crying. He starts crying because he's embarrassed, then because he "surely doesn't deserve all that", then because he's just painfully hard, and then he gets too happy and it feels so good he just can't stop. He needs to be hydrated before he falls the fuck asleep, like a plant. If his partner won't hand him a glass, then he will probably forget it.

Julien will huff at first and deny that he's horny about it, then either (or both, in following order):

- try to be a brat and stop it

- fold and get even hornier

Then he will enjoy some rough game, or at least firm handling, and will get just stupidly horny. He's a mess by the end regardless, and if his partner can match/outrun his endurance then they can enjoy him all relaxed but out of breath, wich is not easy to encounter in any other circumstance.

Occtis will go full tomato red, because he's genuinely not used to praise, then get horny, then go red again because it's embarrassing and he feels like he's a whore, then he'll fold into tearing up a little, asking if his partner really means it, then slowly go into nonsensical whining that he'll keep being a good boy and begging (maybe crying too, it depends on how far it goes, but he is a yapper, if you won't fuck his brains out completely he will not shut up). Additionally he does enjoy a little taming moment but he's not enough of a brat to actually make it last long, so it's mostly just:

get "punishment" for something ➡️ fold and say he'll be good ➡️ prove he'll be good ➡️ fold x2 from a little praise ➡️ occtis.exe not found and now he's just a complete mess ➡️ if exhausted enough, fall asleep immediately, but he's a squishy wizard so it's not that hard to achieve

Anyway Hal should top all of them, should I write anything on that topic you'll receive it, I also wanted to elaborate on Occtis, so say a word and I will because I have thoughts™ about the silly little lordling being topped

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I like big cakes and i cannot lie....

I would be very interested in further Occtis thoughts and how Hal might be handling his google calendar these days.

Also completely randomly that's making me side-eye Murray x Julien.

Feel free to just lay out your thoughts or do the «Yes And» game there, whatever you fancy ;]

Halandil Fang is nowhere near a professional painter, but he paints. That's what comes with being involved with a theater as much as he is: he knows a bit of every craft it takes to get everything in order. It started with backdrops, when his troupe was way smaller, then some props and sketches for the costumes, and slowly it turned into a hobby on it's own, not serving a purpose other than his own enjoyment anymore. At some point he turned to portraits. They were hazy, dream like, with very few exact lines, dramatic light, and many bright colors. Among many unfinished and generally smal works, here was a big portrait of Hero by the window when she was fifteen, now hanging in her mother's study, there was a painting of Shadia by the fireplace, displayed proudly in her own room, at least two complete portraits of Thaisha in different light and colourful clothing, a painting of Elodie with a book, that they gifted together to Elodie's mother. But Hal had ideas he needed different models for. At first he reached out to his troupe for just portraits with more different kinds of faces and characters. Then whoever liked the idea and agreed to partially undress: to study muscles closer at first, about that time Shadia picked up the hobby too and they had a lot of sessions trying to put down how anatomy worked, with a book and a willing model. Then Hal moved further. He had a vision he wanted to make happen so badly. The person that agreed was surprisingly Misha, and three weeks later there was a painting of his bare back, every other twist and turn of his muscles a little more detailed, every mole lovingly put on it's place, a sheet covering him just enough for it to be decent, because every other detail was not. No clear face, but if you knew it how Misha looked like naked you would recognize him. Hal didn't know what to do with this painting - Misha didn't really wanted a borderline erotic painting of himself, even though he liked it, he had no use for it. So Hal looked into other end of the deal, and eventually found a salon with two rooms: main one, with everyday, normal paintings and the one on the second floor, with thick curtains and full of scenes ranging from just erotic, to openly sexual. And if somebody bought the painting with Misha in a week for a good amount of money, it's gonna be a nicer dinner today for Hal and a decent canvas for his next work, whoever he will find willing to undress. And if he offered the idea to Azune the last time they spent an evening together, there might be a plan for his next painting.

(It honestly looked smaller before 👉👈, but now it looks like a lot, even though I have more thoughts on that AU)

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Hey Red Diamond, no apologizing for making the cake a little bigger!

I love this for Hal, maybe he starts because it's something Shadia likes to do, and he always likes spending time with his kids. I think he appreciates all art, he is a bard after all, and we see him singing, with various instruments, writing plays, directing, acting, etc.

I think it might be very intimate for him, both from a platonic standpoint where he tends to be a caretaker, to be allowed to study someone that way, as well as the trust inherent in someone undressing for him.

With a lover I think, particularly when he was younger, Hal always had a lot of passion, he loved fiercely and it was so easy to get lost in the moment. With this he finds he really enjoys slowing down, taking the time to notice and appreciate every detail, a different way to express the same devotion he feels.

Azune is shy but agrees at once. When it's time he allows Hal to position him however he wants, of course, trying so hard to hold onto being useful.

By the time Hal is halfway through and calls for a break Azune is trembling and lost in how unexpectedly good it is, barely feeling the strong arms going around him. The soft words of worry and praise slowly make their way into his consciousness which, for the moment, is entirely focused on one thing alone.

Hal is too anxious about the new premiere? Bolaire with his glass toys is here, what a way to be a patron of the arts! And there's so many pretty boys willing to assist where Bolaire might not be proficient himself

Occtis can't stop waking up to scribble down something for his study project? Give Hal a day to think and the next night his little wizard will be sleeping soundly, but only after turning into a whimpering puddle

Azune has nightmares and can't fall asleep? Julien has many talents, including giving heavenly head and advanced dick techniques

Julien is too agitated to sleep? Well good thing Azune knows exactly where to touch, he has a mental list of combinations that will get Julien shaking like a jelly desert

Wick isn't sleeping for some reason? Time for Occtis to get to the wings with his curious little hands, ft. Hal's genius directing and dick

Bolaire "got too much work" and won't rest? Everbody involved are getting their own turn with kissing. Hal says make out with this mask immediately and oh boy Julien and Occtis are preparing lip balm

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