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STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS II @sasorikigai said: ❝  you shouldn’t be alone right now.  i’ll take the couch,  it’ll be fine.  ❞ (modern au)

"Commander, you know you don't have to do that. We've talked about this. The security at my place is well-maintained."

Olivia hadn't expected Hanzo's apartment to be this... sophisticated. She was aware of the commander's minimalist lifestyle, down to how he never did anything flashy or tasteless, in both what he wore and what he carried on his person. The singer had wondered if the Hanzo liked anything outside of his job. A small duffle bag in her arms, Olivia steps barefoot quietly into the apartment of Commander Hasashi further, blue eyes glancing around the details of what he calls his home.

The thick smell of leather, fresh linen and something unfamiliar hits her nose, tickling her senses as she takes in the photograph on the commander's wall. One of black and white, in the photo there is mountains in the dawn, and Olivia wonders why he wouldn't choose something that would show off the colors of a yellow sunrise. The art and décor in Hanzo's apartment surprises her, a new light coming to her about the commander. Seeing a side of him that felt human and concrete. That her assigned guardian wasn't someone robotic or callous.

Keeping her belongings close to her, only packing the bare essentials as instructed, Olivia frowns at the commander in her observations, not looking at him as she remains focus on the photograph.

"I know what happened at the club was pretty ugly but are you sure this is safe for you?" She didn't want to linger on what happened but the distant memory of a horrendous bar fight that ended in bloodshed. All because of some kind of drug exchange that went sour. The details were all word of mouth from her backup dancers and the bouncers, but the commander insisted she not go home tonight, likely under the belief the trial she was involved in must be linked.

Maybe the commander wanted to make sure she was safe until the heat died down. It made sense logically. Hanzo's suspicion were never wrong. Not since the day they met. However Olivia didn't want to put her protector in danger, even if it his job, it didn't feel right that he brought her to a place that was meant for his confidentiality. Intruding on a place he called home.

"I can get a hotel, Commander Hasashi or.. or I can take the couch. I've slept on worse, I promise ya." She urges but experiences tells her Hanzo will stand firm on his decision. The man is stubborn as a tree in a storm since the day they met. Her duffle bag is set to the floor, her arms crossing over her chest afterwards, still feeling anxious at what happened at the club. She rubs her elbows as she looks at how he's already setting out a blanket onto his couch.

Could you tag me in the omega pack plan?

Of course! Though since you seemed interested and replied, I'm gonna just take it as an excuse (and prompt from the last post) to post this little snippet of the first little bit of the first chapter I'm working on. ❤️ Here you go:

I look around quickly to avoid tripping over anymore stray chickens. Sighing in relief when I don't see any, I make my way towards your cell, when I am stopped by an odd figure in the distance.

The figure looks and sounds like Ominis, but something is off about him. I wonder if another spell has gone wrong, if this is my doing, or if this is a result of ancient magic once again.

He steps forward, hiding his embarrassment, and hands me a folded piece of parchment and a key.

"What...happened to you?" I ask curiously. I realize what the problem is as the light glistens off of his head.

He's BALD!

Ominis blushes and turns his head away. "Another one of Garreth's experiments. I should know better than to trust him at this point but - never mind that. Could you pass this message along to Jo for me?"

I open up the parchment and read it.

"Which came first, the chicken, or the egg?"

Ominis snorts angrily. "Ugh! Sebastian must have spelled it!" He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Can you come up with a better question?"

"Of course," I nod vehemently. I watch as he vanishes into the shadows, muttering about coming up with a better question for next time and giving Sebastian a piece of his mind.

Hello again! Your Secret Valentine has returned, and in BALDminis's honor, I have another question for you! It's not about chickens, but it is about which one came first.

SO! Which came first in your planning process, the ideas behind the character, or who they were going to end up with? For example, did you always know Johanna was going to end up with Ominis, or did you have other plans for her in the beginning? (or Ember with Sebastian, or Adelia with Garreth?)

Hopefully, Ominis will report back to me with a safer piece of parchment next time without Sebastian's meddling, but until then, I wish you all the best and send you all the love and spoons!

-Your Secret Valentine 💌

I had been sleeping rather soundly for being in a cold cell when I heard quiet talking outside my cell. One sounds like Ominis but I tell myself I must be delusional. Ominis wouldn’t be caught dead in Azkaban. But the muttering does sound an awful lot like him and when I lift my head to see who slipped a note into my cell I see your silhouette trailing after him, and his head is SHINY?!

Hoping for some explanation I open up the note and I find two. One from Sebastian which makes me roll my eyes and laugh that he ever thought he’d be a Ravenclaw with a question like that. Obviously there had to be a chicken first to make the egg. Being a chicken must’ve shrunken his brain or something. And then the second.

I smile at my Valentine’s cleverness and make a mental note to give all the points to their house when I discover who they are. I am a bit puzzled on why this is in Ominis’s honor and why he’s bald. I understand in “Ominis’s” honor because he’s very honorable but bald?

I pick up a quill and after spinning it in my fingers a few moments I determine what to write and start at it.

~~

Dear Secret Valentine,

I must say I was surprised and very amused by your note today but I am glad you have returned. I was getting rather lonely though I have befriended the rats.

Bald Ominis you say? My poor baby. Please make sure he’s alright and has those beautiful shiny locks back soon. I do love to play with that golden silk when I can.

Thank you so much for the brain tickling question, I’m honored to answer it.

Usually I come up with the story after I make the character. But sometimes the idea comes first.

~~

When I first played through as Jo I hadn’t really thought about her story much, I was just enjoying playing but after a while she started to become herself. I think she first became aware when Fig died and she told Sebastian about Rookwood. Something about Sebastian still going after the dark arts made me realize there was going to be more consequences to dive into and she needed a backstory and continuation. Especially after she sent Sebastian to Azkaban. She was guilty. As for Ominis he grew on her like he did with me. Jo always liked Sebastian but after the catacombs she started to lean more towards Ominis. He is such a good person.

As for Ember I originally just planned for her to be the redo Jo. Who made the more reckless decisions and used her emotions over logic more. Gave Sebastian a chance. However she’s more than a backup now and she is growing her own story and relationship with Sebastian.

As for Adelia she was not planned in the slightest. I’d occasionally thought of having an evil mc who used the dark arts and had the bad ending but I was never sure I could feel good about doing that. I wasn’t even sure I could come up with a story for her darkness. And then one day I was just shuffling songs and one got added to the queue and bam! An idea was born. Yes brain storming helped set her up more but Adelia planned herself. I would say she’s the most alive of them all.

~~

'goddammit gerald you do this all the time' -right boobie

Hello Dear Anon. I'm alright thanks for asking. 🖤

L no longer questions the existence of such things. He does however wonder if his work and lack of sleep has finally gotten to him. He doesn't mind her company though and in the late hours of the night, they are a welcome companion to talk through his theories with. Who are they going to tell?

At first Near thinks he's hallucinating, but since she's not going anywhere, he figures he should put it to a test by having her look for clues for a case he's working on. He's surprised to find that what she discovers is of great help to him and decides to trust his eyes and accept her as real. He also enjoys playing with his Legos with her, but gets perturbed when she "accidentally" knocks down his house of cards.

Mello tries to ignore them, but finds himself talking to them more and more. When he is particularly at a loss for a clue, he will ask her for her help, but this is rare. He doesn't mind her hanging around him though.

I was tagged by @sleepswithvillains (Thanks!)

I’ll send some no pressure tags towards @dimigex @kunoichi-ume @imkerf-uffle-d & @outcastcommander​

So this is from the next chapter of The Lost Medallion where Sadio and Torian finally reunite.

When Torian released Sadio, it was only to cup her face between his gloved hands and pull her into a kiss that would have had Felix covering his children’s eyes. She heard the man chuckle behind her and promised to smack him later. At last, the Barsen’thor cleared her throat. “You must be Torian Cadera.”

Breaking the kiss, Torian held Sadio’s gaze for half a beat more, then looked over her head at the Commander of the Alliance. “I am.” He pulled Sadio around, tucking her against his side with a firmness that made it clear they wouldn’t be parted again. “You have my thanks for taking care of her in my absence.”

The Barsen’thor’s smile was nothing less than angelic when she bowed in response. “It’s been our pleasure. Sadio is a valued member of the Alliance, and we would happily extend that invitation to you and your clan should you decide to join.”

“Commander.” Sadio turned towards the voice she recognized but hadn’t seen in nearly a year. Corridan winked from where he stood at the bottom of the ramp. With a smirk, he gestured at the airbike Torian had abandoned. “We seem to have a spare, if you and your man would like to use it.”

The message was clear, they planned to leave Torian at the ship, and the Barsen’thor accepted without hesitation. Sadio couldn’t hide her excitement at having the opportunity to be alone with Torian for the first time since he’d left to accept the call of the Mand’alor. They’d shared plenty of holocalls, more than a few of those not suitable for mixed company, but to actually touch him…

Bidding them farewell, the Barsen’thor dismounted the loading ramp and settled onto the back of an airbike. Felix paused next to Sadio, leaning forward to impart conspiratorial advice. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

           as intimidating as akira could be,  the most sal did in response to the question was flinch to the tone.    a quick movement,  gone the next second,  and he looked to the other,  meeting his glare.    of course, akira would be mad,  sal took off after being taken in because he hadn’t wanted to bother him.    his own situation was bad enough,  he didn’t want to drag the other in.    besides,  people that spent too much time around him tended to only be met with misfortune.

           “    why do you care that i left??    i’m a bum with too much baggage for you to keep around.    still don’t understand why you did anyway.    ”

@ncface / continued.

Some individuals could be so unforgiving && inconsiderate, really, was this guy under the influence of moon spells?  As to what concerned our hero to keep this soul, it was his business really.  Sympathy could even rest inside the most wicked fiend, to be shown when fate least expects it to surface.   ❝   You're at it again.  ❞  Clearly, annoyance flushed across his facial visage, feral eyes sealed to lessen the aggravation of this shitty brat's silhouette.  

@sasorikigai said: Hanzo’s eyes flick up from the dossier, the dim light of the room casting long shadows just beside her. He had been reading for what felt like hours leaning can’t the headboard, but the papers blurred into insignificance against the sight of Olivia sleeping. A quiet breath escapes him. He sets the briefing down, careful not to make a sound, and leans slightly closer, studying the curve of her face illuminated by the faint moonlight. Her eyelashes catching the light just so, and a faint smile tug at the corner of his lips. “Did I wake you?” he asks softly, the words almost lost in the hush of the room. His voice carry no judgment, only the gentle curiosity of a man caught between duty and the small, stolen intimacy of this moment.

Most would call Olivia a light sleeper as the smallest of light or the softest of sound could stir her awake. But it helps that she's also the type of person to fall asleep just as quickly as she's awaken. Fading in and out as her boyfriend goes over his paperwork, almost as if she was in a lucid slumber, aware of what was happening all around her.

Her body twitches when she hears Hanzo's voice, groggy as she shifts by his side, eyes fluttering open carefully as she adjusts to the dim light of the room.

"Mmmm... ~" She responds, a hand sliding to his form, fingertips grazing against whatever skin she could find in her sleepiness. "Here an' there, darlin'." Hanzo had warned her that he had work to do and her insistence that he stay in bed was her idea. It didn't matter if Hanzo kept her up with his workaholic routine, as merely feeling his presence next to her was soothing enough.