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a-libra-writes · 1 year

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If you don’t mind, may I request headcanons for the lackadaisy characters reacting to the reader(GN) saving them by taking a bullet that was going to hit them and almost dies from it?

GN reader, most of these imply the reader and character are in a romantic relationship or at least close. obvs mentions of injury, blood, morphine, hospitals etc and the angst that follows! Our kitties arent doing well :(

♣️Rocky - The fact you took a bullet for him is ... a lot. That takes processing, something Rocky isn't good at. It ends up manifesting as a long, drawn-out anxiety attack that gives him jitters, a little dissociation and mild mania. Eventually the Arbogasts asks Freckle to just get him out of the house and do something with him; they'd call when you woke up. When you're awake, the tabby is making his usual quips and chatter, but his off-kilter mood is obvious to even your morphine-addled mind. Rocky's more disheveled than usual and clearly hasn't slept. His shirt still has blood on it - your blood.

He's is ready to go absolutely feral on the person who did this, channeling all his fear and guilt into a single plan of revenge. He's so full of this manic energy that it's hard for him to keep still, let alone eat or sleep. But first! You're awake! Even if it's clear he's unwell, he's trying to smile and assure you that you'll be back on your feet in no time! So don't you worry, he and Freckle will take care of it. No amount of exhausted arguing will divert him from this.

You're stuck in bed for days, so you don't know exactly what happens. It's up to Freckle to tell you, as he went along with his cousin - but he's tight lipped about it, and fidgety, like always. Once that's dealt with, Rocky's fixating switches to fussing over you. And his heart is in the right place, but ... he's exhausted, all that lack of sleep and emotional turmoil catching up. Eventually he just passes out on the bed and you let him curl up at your side for a while. Rocky's excellent company (and a questionable nurse) in the following weeks. He has plenty of stories, music and chatter to keep you occupied.

♣️Freckle - He is, uh, not coping with this well. At all. He jumps to action to shoot whoever did this... Several times, and keeps shooting long after they're dead. He doesn't stop until his cousin calls out to him. Freckle is in something of a daze on the way to the back-alley doctor - wow, people have a lot of blood in their body, but now it's all over you - and doesn't start throwing up until the bullet gets pulled out of you.

He's sent out of the makeshift operating room because even Rocky can tell he won't cope with it. How could he? Isn't this his fault? Maybe if he reacted sooner, it wouldn't have happened. The poor guy is sleepless for days and consumed with too much guilt to visit until he's all but dragged in your sickroom by Ivy. Freckle fidgets often and struggles to look into your eyes - it goes a long way to just reassure him and promise you aren't angry. He shot the bastard who did it, after all.

He visits most days, bringing soup (his mother seems to think you have a terrible flu?) and slowly, slowly talking more and relaxing. He has a better bedside manner than he thinks; Freckle's a fairly quiet companion and has a good idea of what you need. Changing your bandages makes him feel pretty awful, but he's a good help. If you decide to continue bootlegging after your recovery, he's extra jumpy and protective of you.

♣️Ivy - Ohhh nonononono no, this is not happening. She's grabbing your shoulders and yanking you toward her, ignoring the blood getting all over her. She's a mess and doesn't even think of the danger you're both in; the bullets and gunfire keeps on all around while she holds onto you and tries to pull you to safety. Small as she is, with pure determination and adrenaline, she makes it.

You don't remember much after that, but the girl's right in your face as you slowly come to. Ivy looks a complete mess; having been crying for the the last hour, and before that watching intently while a bullet was yanked out of you. At least she washed the blood off her arms, but the clothes she was wearing are utterly ruined. Ivy alternates between chattering apologies and quiet fidgeting, even if you're too loopy to respond properly.

Eventually she has some strings pulled to get you to a nice hospital, with no one asking questions. This whole situation alters her for the worse; she gets more frequent nightmares and struggles to focus in school. Nearly every day she comes by you bring you snacks and magazines and nice flowers for your room; sometimes seeming a little frantic, like she was trying to make up for something.

♣️Mitzi - She is furious. Someone told her when you woke up, and you hear her swishing dress and clacking heels rushing down the hall. Her eyes are red, her make up is ruined and she practically shakes you. Even though you're still full of morphine, she demands you promise to never, EVER do that again. Zib has to remind her that a) you're still drugged out of your mind and b) the bandages are getting bloody.

While she'd want you in a proper hospital, they'd ask too many questions. You stay in the apartment above the cafe. She's too squeamish (and guilty) to help change your bandages, but she does bring you food, some records to listen to, an extra pillow, and so on. It's obvious Mitzi struggles to talk casually, as if nothing happened. When you're sleeping, she'll sit at your bedside. If it seems like the wound - or maybe a dream? - is bothering you, she gently pets your hair until you settle.

♣️Viktor - He's only in shock for a few seconds before instinct and absolute fury takes over. The perpetrator is not alive for long, but their last moments are painful. Not that you're around to see it - you've longed passed out from bloodloss. The only thing keeping Viktor from totally rampaging is the awareness that you're in a critical condition.

His old soldier training takes over; he's able to push emotions aside and get you to Elsa, the only one he trusts with this situation. While you're being operated on, he's still stewing. If whoever is responsible still has friends or a leader around, well, that won't be the case for long. Mordecai considers stopping the big Slovak to make him see reason ... but just ends up helping him instead. 'Keeping him out of trouble', the shadowy man claims, but really he's just as angry.

Once you're awake and coherent, it takes Viktor a while to sit in with you. He's disheveled and tired, and has trouble meeting your eyes. His bedside manner is ... basically nonexistent, but earlier Elsa walked him through the basics of what foods are best and how the bandages need to be fixed. After this, he's adamant about not wanting you on jobs any more, even if you're recovering well. The fact you took the bullet for him is even worse, in his mind. He could've taken it; you should have let him take it.

♣️Zib - Nope, he's not okay. Definitely not coping well with this situation. It's bad enough he got involved in one gunfight, now a second and this happens? He wants to get the hell out of this speakeasy. Anyone can see how jittery he is. Zib alternates between smoking too much and avoiding your sickbed, or drinking too much and sleeping by your side. When it's two am and he's resting beside you and listening to your labored breathing, he really wishes he was shot instead.

He thinks he's pretty shit at caring for anyone, but he's actually not bad, especially when he's half-sober. Helping with the bandages gets him feeling queasy and guilty, but getting food and keeping you company isn't so bad. Now and then, he asks if you still want to hang around this place - what do you think about leaving, with him and the band? If you're a triggerman for Lackadaisy, why don't you reconsider? Is it really worth it? And so on.

Expect a lot of late-night discussions when he's restless and can't keep his mind wandering. What if you had died, what if you get sick like this, what if you just left with him? Where would you all go? More than once you've fallen asleep in the middle of his talking, but he doesn't mind.

♣️Atlas - Everything is spinning, but you can feel his arms around you. You don't realize how much blood has soaked through his suit. And for the first time, you hear him shout - his voice resonates through his chest as you rest against it.

Eventually you wake up in a hospital bed, though the blanket is something from home and there's flowers all over the windowsill - wait, is that a radio? The nurses don't say much, but you're also not in a state to talk. You aren't sure if it's been one day or many, but finally he visits. He looks more tired than you've seen him, and far more solemn. He puts his hand on your's and explains you'll be leaving the hospital soon and recovering in his manor, along with a live-in nurse. This is quite a shock if you two aren't married, but if you are, it's nice to go home again. The guest room is already set up with what you need.

You don't hear whatever came of that triggerman, though the Lackadaisy staff whisper about Viktor and Mordecai being away for some time. Atlas doesn't want you about the cafe or speakeasy anymore, or out on your own in general. It'll take time for you to recover, but even longer for his paranoia and agitation to lessen. He seems the same to his business associates and employees, but those who know him better ...

🏵Serafine - She only pauses for a moment, then jumps to action. Serafine doesn't have to say anything to Nico, he's already picking you up while she mows down whoever shot you. Outwardly she's calm, inwardly she's furious. At the gunman, at herself, at you. Well, they keep a doctor on call for this reason. Serafine holds you very carefully in the car ride to the hotel, alternating between talking about revenge and reassuring you that you'll be just fine. No need to fret.

Everything's fuzzy after that. Serafine isn't there when you awaken, but you're in her bed. If you're a girl, you're probably in her nightie, too (when did your clothes get changed?). There's warm food on the nightstand, enough morphine to take out an elephant and a little vase of flowers. It's like any other morning when you wake up in her bed, well. Except the drugs and the hole in your chest.

Eventually she comes back, with more food and a disturbingly calm demeanor. Whoever that gunner was, well, they're dealt with, and so is their boss. Isn't that good news, cher(ie)? You just rest up and you'll be back on your feet. The stitches are neat and the bandages aren't too tight - understandable, considering how much she was threatening the doctor. Nico tells you all about it later.

🏵Nico - He uh, probably manhandles you more than he should as he gets you into the car. He wants to retaliate - to bash in the gunman's head rather than put a bullet in it - but Nico knows a bad shot when he sees it. He grits his teeth and keeps you in his arms while Serafine floors it, not caring how much blood gets on his clothes or white coat.

As much as he wants to sit in on the operation, it makes him restless. So he settles for pacing in and out of the room, often reminding the doctor how unfortunate it'll be for him if something goes wrong. He's quietly boiling in the perpatrator, too; by the time you're bandaged and tucked in bed, he and his sister already have a plan of retaliation. While you're still doped up and asleep, he gives you a kiss on the brow and disappears to get the job done.

Once you come to, there's flowers on the nightstand and a maid coming in with room service. You stay in the Savoy's suite during your recovery; Nico only sleeps on the couch because he moves a lot in his sleep and doesn't want to disturb you (he still naps right by your side). He's not careful enough to help with changing bandages, but he's excellent company when you're bored. Nico only laughs when you bring up the gunman. Old news, he's taken care of it. He'll even share the grisly details.

🏵Mordecai - He doesn't react to the blood immediately. His mind tells him to clear the area first - but. That's a lot of blood. He's acutely aware the bullet was meant for him. The logical side starts to short-circuit once you're in the backseat of the car, bleeding all over the coat he wrapped around you. He knows how to put pressure on a wound, and he thinks he's staying calm, but he snaps viciously at Niko to stop screwing around and drive faster.

He bothers the doctor so much while they work - hovering, observing, commenting - he gets pulled out of the room. Whoever shot you is going to be dealt with, and whoever ordered the hit. Mordecai just wants to make sure you'll survive the next few hours, as that'll determine how he deals with them.

The first few days he's agitated and not sleeping well. Mordecai alternates between fussing and fixating on your wound, and bothering the hell out of whoever's looking after you. He really doesn't settle until the gunman is well and dead, and you're more coherent and talking. Expect lots of lecturing about how stupid it was for you to get in the way, how you need to fix the bandage this way or that, and have you been eating? When Mordecai's away, the Savoys like to come in and cackle about what he did to the gunman. They were also apparently given instructions by him not to bother you, which they gleefully ignore.

🏔Wick - He's completely frozen in place, stuck by distress and panic. It occurs to him to shout for help not when more bullets fly by, but when you start coughing up blood. He has enough wherewithal to get you to the hospital - somehow driving without crashing into anything - but once you're taken away, he just crumples. He's utterly distraught.

Once his mental faculties have recovered just enough to let him stand, he paces. And paces. The receptionist in the waiting room manages to get him to make a phone call; he tries to inform Lacy to just take the day off tomorrow, but the events of the evening all come spilling out. If you both were innocent bystanders in the incident, that's one thing, but if you were involved in some criminal business and that's what put Wick in the line of fire ... well, Lacy has some choice words for her hopelessly infatuated boss.

Once you're stable and resting, he finally allows himself to breathe. The receptionist all but shoves him home because he looks like a mess and he's frightening other patients. By the time you can accept visitors he's (somewhat) rested and bringing you flowers. There's still an awkwardness, so ... at some point, talking about everything is gonna have to happen. But Wick wants you to rest first, and he needs to figure out his own thoughts, without the whiskey.

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the-marigold-reception · 12 days

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Can something a lil spicy with Nico? It's fine if not! :3

He starts out with slow teasing kisses, that slowly get more intense as he explores your lips

He encourages you to wrap your arms around his neck as he kisses you

It’s only fair because his arms are going to start winding their way around your waist

His kisses are fiery and full of passion, fueled by longing and desire- he intends to loose himself in you

“Jump cher..”

He can and will pick you up and make out with you against the wall- with your consent of course

He’s big on PDA though won’t do it in-front of Asa

In the moment he’s serious, but if you’re nervous he’ll be a bit goofy- he’ll guide you through it (😩)

He’s a biter

He’s very possessive even though he try’s not to show it

Listen if you try to make him jealous on purpose?!?

He will pick your ass up over his shoulder and take you to his room in the savoy suite

Better be ready for a long night 👀

#lackadaisy x reader #lackadaisy nico #Lackadaisy Nicodeme #nicodeme savoy #nico savoy x reader

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mediocrevideopodcast · 20 days

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Nicodeme Savoy/Reader (Pining, Drabble) -- In which you fall asleep in the back of the car, and Nico thinks about how much you mean to him.

Content Warnings: Brief, nonspecific comic spoilers (iykyk), and 1 paragraph on scarification. Not detailed, but it's there.

Names get around easy in the underground — it’s important to know the key players of every operation, lest you get mixed up in the wrong business. But some names are more infamous than others. First for their proficiency, then for their brutality. And some names, such as that of one Nicodeme Savoy, carry a weight that few would care to invoke by speaking it outloud. But that doesn’t mean people don’t make their own assumptions, or gossip in the dark.

“He’s some sort of sadist,” they say, “Brawling type, wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of his wrath.”

And for most points, Nico isn’t too keen on refuting them. There’s a part of him that enjoys the aire of mystery, of fear, that surrounds him. Plus, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the adrenaline of a good fight, or the rewarding catharsis of blood on his knuckles when he inevitably wins. But that isn’t the only thing that he likes.

They never talk about his love of spicy food, or a well-made Old Fashioned. They certainly never talk about how he likes to dance, or watch the fireflies flicker over the water at night. And nobody would ever be caught dead talking about how much he likes you.

The slow rise and fall of your shoulders is subtle, hardly even visible in the rear view mirror with the dim moonlight that filters through the windows, and yet it’s nothing if not captivating. Your parted lips and relaxed form burn themselves into his memory as his eyes bounce back and forth between your reflection and the road ahead.

You were exhausted, to say the least. All three of you were, really — your last target had necessitated a chase by foot, and while the three of you normally wouldn’t mind such a thing, the man had given you a, quite literal, run for your money.

His last minute backup hadn’t been expected, either.

And thus, what should have been an hour long joyride soon turned into a day long hunt — he’s sure that if Mordecai had been here he would have called off the operation, or suggested some new angle of attack. He scoffs to himself internally — sure, it would have saved them some time if it worked out, but where’s the fun in that? All work and no play, he is. Hard to imagine he's survived this long without blurring the lines, but hey, who is he to judge?

Nico glances at you again, nestled into the side of the car. Your arms twist around yourself comfortingly as you curl into the plush of your jacket, and you’d somehow managed to twist yourself to outstretch your legs across the bench. (Which would have never happened either, if Mordecai had been here. So again, he counts his absence tonight as a win.Leblanc will have to forgive him, for that.)

You seem peaceful — peaceful in a way that, with your gun now long discarded and forgotten — that it’s easy to forget how your hands were stained with blood just hours ago. How easily you danced through his deadly game, laughter ringing out in the abandoned warehouse you’d all ended up in. How easily you meshed with the two of them — the infamous Savoy twins — like you had always belonged.

His lips turn upward ever so slightly, and looks back at the road again. He’d never forget any of that, though.

“When are you going to tell them, hm?” Seraphine murmurs lowly in their home language, French Creole rolling smoothly off her tongue.

“What, about the chicken?” He responds, “Believe me, they already know. Been hounding me about it ever since it went missing, that one.”

She grins, “Mmm, poor thing. All the work they do, and they still find it in them to care for the little ones.” She looks over at him, this time more pointedly. “They’ve got a real big heart. Might even have space for you.”

He hums, mulling her words over as the trees pass them by. Somewhere along the way he slows down, taking care to steer clear of the potholes in the corners of the road. He doesn’t think about how he’d usually take them head-on, or how he’d ordinarily be speeding down the dusty roads. What he does think about, is you. How you had woven yourself into their lives so wholly, and with such ease.

He remembers how warm your hand felt in his as he taught you to dance, and the radiance of your smile as you finally found your rhythm. The plushness of your lips tempted him deeply that night, as they have every night since. It would be so easy to just bend down and close that gap, but for the first time in his life, he can’t seem to take that final step. Never before has a moment of temptation transformed into months of longing, but he isn’t complaining — far from it, actually. The newness of it all doesn’t scare him, and he’s proud to say that he doesn’t seem to scare you in the midst of it all, either.

Flashes of your official welcome into the congregation bless him for a moment at the thought; how you requested that he be the one to do it; how you smiled at him all the while; how you fisted his shirt in your hand during the worst of it… he’s proud to say that he doesn’t scare you. He’s proud to say that you trust him so deeply. And at the end of it all, when knife met table and bandage met skin, you pressed your forehead to his, thanking him. He thought he had known temptation before, but then your tongue darted between your lips as you pulled him to his feet to resume the night’s festivities, and oh, Maitre Carrefour give him strength-

Serafine’s voice brings him from his thoughts.

“They’re one of us, Nicodeme.”

He chuckles to himself, lips perking up once again. “Yeah, yeah they are.”

And when the sunlight filters through the curtains of the Maribel, you realize you don’t remember clambering out of the car, or pulling the your blankets over yourself — all you’re left with is the faint memory of floating and the fading, but familiar, scent of the lakeside.

A/N: I love him. so much. This was originally gonna be a request fill for some mutual pining, but I really liked where this ended up, so... expect more Nico in the future! Let me know if you want me to write the reader's POV on this, or the in-between of getting carried to your room -- I have many, MANY thoughts about being carried by this man <3

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jellyfiishatr · 11 months

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Hello!! I read some of your headcanons and x readers for Lackadaisy and they look on point!!

I'm curious, who do you think is Nico's type? I've heard he's had a lot of flings and doesn't do commitment, but I always like to think there's a catch to it. What kind a person do you think Nico can't seem to fall out of love for?

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He'd definitely fall for someone who always stuck by his side. Someone who would want nothing out of him, just stood next to him.

I imagine that he'd act like he'd want someone with a pretty face, and a nice body. But he'd really want someone who listen to his cries, and be there while he's in his blues.

He definitely is a for sure loverboy, he loves real hard when he finds someone he truly cares about. He's a sweetheart, but ofcourse never too nice to his flings. He doesn't like getting too attached to people as much as he'd like to.

So when he'd find that special one, he'd be ecstatic. Bouncing off the walls as he'd tell his sister that he truly likes this one special person.

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randomwriter5000 · 8 months

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The Chimera: Part One

Pairing: Nicodeme Savoy x OC (Can be read as Nicodeme Savoy x Reader) Warnings: Violence, accuracies and inaccuracies about the 1920s, gambling, drinking, and use of Google Translate. Word Count: 1,965

Summary: The California Chimera. Born with a genetic abnormality causing her face to be split down the middle. Not only an oddity, but a source of fear for many as she is a notorious gun for hire across the United States. After a near death experience and the death of most of her family, Chimera now goes to the bustling town of St. Louis on a job. Used to other cats eyes looking at her in disgust and fear a new reaction catches her eye. A pair of cats that look at her with curiosity and wonder. One of them being Nicodeme Savoy. Could she be biting off more than she can chew with the Louisianan?

Part One: Could I buy you a drink, Cher?

Chapter Summary: This job should be a easy said and done. That's what they said...

St Louis Missouri, in the heart of America, the city attracted people from far and wide. From the successful businessmen of the decade to the average tomcat looking for a better life, cats came far and wide met and lived in the city. A blue ford drove down the long, empty freeway with the moon high in the night sky. Tapping the wheel, the cat looked down at a map on her lap. Black ink circled the Maribel Hotel. The high-class hotel doubled as a speakeasy for anyone who knew the password to get in.

Looking back up at the road, her nails fiddled with the paper of a single Marigold Flower bright as the sun. Eventually getting off the seemingly never-ending freeway, the car drove down busier roads. Until she could see the ‘Maribel Hotel’ sign. The shiny coat of paint wasn’t what caught the attention of the patrons outside of the Maribel Hotel. The cat driving caught the most attention. With long flowing hair, the cat’s face was far from ordinary. The right side of her face was one of a standard dusty brown tabby with a green eye. Yet, on the left was a black cat with a single yellow eye.

Parking between two other expensive cars, she turned off the engine. Swinging the door open her heavy leather boots hit the asphalt, revealing her attire. Readjusting her coat to cover the gun holstered on her side and knife on the other. An attendant apprehensively stepped towards the cat, only for her to walk to him and stuff his pocket with ten dollars.

“I’ll only be here for twenty minutes,” She spoke, passing him as her oddly colored eyes scanned the area.

She casually gilded to the large double doors without looking at the attendant. Her boots thumped as she walked down a staircase towards another highly decorated door. Whispers could be heard as she held up the paper with a marigold flower, only for the attendants to hurriedly open the door.

The smell of smoke mixed with alcohol and lively jazz filled the air. Yes, this was the speakeasy. The cats’ eyes didn’t linger as she approached the high roller roulette table. Passing the guard without a care, the golden cat with green eyes looked up at her with raised eyebrows as she walked in.

Letting out a bellowing laugh, waving the guard off. The cat took a puff of his cigar. “You’re not afraid people will attack you, Chimera?”

“I think they’re more afraid of me, Mr. Sweet,” She looked at the surrounding patrons, who were indeed scared based on their ears tucked flat onto the skull. “Catholic?” Her head tilted, pointing at one of the frightened patrons, who nodded. “Figured.”

Looking down at the chips, she picked one up and tapped it. “Now, you want to lose to me, or do you want to talk business?”

He chuckled, getting up from his seat followed by two, what could be assumed, bodyguards. Following behind the three, she took in the scenery as they guided her down a hallway. Everything had marigolds someplace. The carpet was decorated with marigold flowers. The wallpaper had marigold flowers with some leaves surrounding him. Pausing outside a heavy wooden door, also decorated with marigolds, the door was quickly opened for them to walk in. Asa Sweet took his seat on a red plush chair while Chimera sat across, not even a hint of fear on her face as she watched the cat tap his cigar.

“What is your real name?” He asked, the glow from the cigar lighting up his eyes.

“None of your concern,” She answered quickly.

Asa let out a bellowing laugh. “I see why you and Mordecai like each other,” He smiled, putting the cigar between his fingers. “I’m sure you were already informed that you’ll be dealing with a couple people who have been a real thorn in my side.” He spoke while taking out a file.

Taking the file, she looked at the content. “You’re not going after Lackadaisy?” She spoke, reading over the file and confirming the information. “I’m surprised. I heard how a couple of kids were able to escape Mordecai.”

“They're not much younger than you,” Her ear twitched as her eyes looked up at him curiously, only for him to chuckle. “You’re what 21? 20?”

A smile spread across the face of the Chimera. “Again, none of your concern,” She looked back at the file. “This is all?”

“That’s all the information that my men have gathered,” He confirmed as his bodyguard leaned down to his ear and began to whisper.

Her ears perked up as she could hear the whispered conversation. His workers were coming. “I’ll be taking my leave then. Get your money ready for the end of the week,” She stood from the comfy chair and walked to the door, only for the guard to give her an odd look as her single yellow eye looked at him. “The Brothers of Peril, thank you for your business.” The dark side of her face was only viable to Asa as the single eye bared into him.

“Pleasure is all mine,” He smiled joyfully.

Stepping out, she tucked the file into her coat. Used to the constant high temperatures of the West Coast, the cat hadn’t gotten used to the chill in the Missouri air. Taking out her knife and putting her hands into her pockets, she fiddled with the sharp blade as her eyes stared into the distance as she devised a plan. Until a familiar tuxedo cat turned the corner. The Chimeras' ears perked up as he caught a glance of her. Her mouth couldn’t help but smile as his eyes twitched angrily. Marching over, Chimera couldn’t help but laugh as he reached for his holster.

“Don’t worry, I’m not after you, Mordecai,” She stood before the taller cat. “Lackadaisy can’t afford to hire us anymore,” Glancing at the two taller cats behind him, her eyes narrowed slightly as the duo seemed to stare at her.

Their gaze wasn’t in fear. The reaction she was used. It wasn’t disgust, the second most common reaction. Curiosity, it seemed to be, a rare sight to see from people.

Mordecai readjusted his glasses. “What are you doing here then?”

“Asa has hired The Brothers of Peril for a couple jobs. Perhaps I’ll see you around,” Her ear turned as she heard the two chatted amongst themselves.

They were speaking another language. Some of the words Chimera could decipher were French, but it was nowhere close to the traditional French she knew. Mordecai seemed to notice the swivel in her ears. “Don’t even bother trying to understand them,” He scoffed, walking off towards Asa’s office.

Turning to look at the duo, her brain scanned every language. It wasn’t French. However, some of the words were the same. Meaning a language that was derived from French. Based on their accents, they were from the south, leaving only Creole. She stared at the duo for a few seconds before she spoke.

“Creole?” She shot, watching their faces turn on a dime. She reached out her hand. “Chimera, pleasure.”

The woman shook her hand. “Sarafine,”

“Nico,” The Louisianan drawl that rolled off their tongues made her ears ever so slightly twitch with interest.

“Nice to put faces to the Savoy siblings,” Chimera looked between the two, seeing the siblings’ similarities, however, her eyes narrowed as Nico came closer.

“Is that…?” Nico reached out, his paw reaching for her forehead where the split met.

Gripping his paw, she twisted it painfully, her eyes narrowed as she hissed. “I do not care for-“

“Miss!” She heads whipped to see the attendant from earlier fearfully walk up to her. “A-are you the one with a blue ford? People would like to talk to you,” He awkwardly asked.

She already knew what they meant. “Shit,” She let go of Nico and dashed outside.

Slipping through the crowds of people like a fish in water, it only took her a few seconds to make it out to the front of the building. Breathing in the chilly night hair, she immediately spotted the problem. Two cats were leaning on her car, clearly unfriendly based on the guns shining from the moonlight at their sides. As she walked towards the two men, Chimeras' differently colored eyes were focused on a pin on their collars. A red snake.

“Well…” She walked towards them, her hands in her pockets where her knife was ready. “What a desperate attempt at a threat.”

Two guns were pulled, yet she didn’t seem scared as she walked forward. “Red snake sent us.” One of the men spoke.

Looking at her car and back at the cat, she questioned. “What do you have in mind?”

“How about we go for a rid-“ As he opened the door, Chimera slammed the door on his arm.

Letting out a scream, she grabbed his gun and threw it at the other, attempting to aim. Holding his nose, she took out her knife and struck him against his temple. Effectively knocking the cat out, hearing a click, her ear turned, looking over her shoulder to see the man had escaped the snare trap on his arm and charged at Chimera with a tire iron. Expertly dodging, she used the knife to trip him into her car, dropping the tire iron.

She took the weapon and hit him in the knee and shoulder. A distinct crack sounded through the street before dropping it. “Tell that damn snake that we will kill him if he keeps this up,” She growled, slamming his head into the car, leaving a mark. “And this,” She slammed the man's head into the car one last time before allowing him to slump to the ground. “-is for denting my car,” then a final hit to a temple rendered the man unconscious.

Standing up straight, the cat panted, looking down at the damage. Chimeras’ heart raced as she allowed the blade to escape the flip knife. “No…” She muttered to herself, looking up at the starry night sky. “Not now-“

“That is some damn fine fightin’!” The familiar Louisianan drawl made her head dart to her side to see Sarafine and Nico.

Her eyes did little to hide the shock as she panted. “Thank you,” She muttered, leaning over the bodies to gather the weapons they had on them.

She could hear footsteps approaching as she dragged the weapons behind her. Tossing the guns into the backseat, she kept a close hand on the tire iron. Closing the door, she turned to see Nico leaning on the blue ford with a charming smile. Her eyes narrowed while her head tilted in confusion.

“Could I buy you a drink, Cher?”

She laughed, passing the taller cat. “You need to get some glasses,” She walked to her driver’s side, where Nico leaned through her passenger side window, as his sister was behind him with a similar smile. “It was a pleasure to meet the both of you. However, I have to get to work,” She calmly spoke as she started the engine.

“Au revoir, mon ami,” Sarafine smiled. {1}

Chimera smiled, shifting the car. “Au revoir, prends soin de toi,” She turned, backing up the car onto the road and off into the darkness. {2}

The eldest sibling watched until something, more correctly, someone, hit him in the head. “Da hell is wrong with ya?! Touchin a Chimera like dat!?”

“It just happened!” Nico growled, only for his sisters' eyes to sharpen. “Oh, come on, you wanted to talk to her too!”

Rolling her eyes at her brother, she looked where the car had driven off into the night. “Maitre Carrefour seems to have given us a gift.”

{1} Goodbye, my friend {2} Goodbye, take care of yourself

#lackadaisy #oc x canon #canon x oc #nico savoy #nicodeme savoy #nicodeme lackadaisy #lackadaisy oc #self insert #self ship #nicodeme savoy x oc #nico savoy x oc #fanfic #lackadaisy nicodeme #lackadaisy nico #nicodeme savoy x reader #nico savoy x reader #nico x reader

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angelltheninth · 29 days

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I'd love to see something smutty with Husk.

Or maybe

Something fluffy with a lackadaisy character of your pick 👀

Never wrote Lackadaisy but you inspire me so much!

Pairing: Nicodeme "Nico" Savoy x Reader

Tags: fluff, protectiveness, fighting, threats, purring, teasing, kissing, cuddles

A/N: These characters should not be so attractive omg.

Will actually fight for you and enjoy every second of it

Purrs when you kiss but denies it happened

As he gets into a brawl he leans over and kisses you, says it's for good luck but you both know he doesn't need luck to win

Only cuddles with you when it's time to go to bed

He wouldn't say it but sleeping next to you relaxes him a lot and makes falling asleep easier

Enjoys when you massage his hands

Nico loves to act like a tough guy but he does have a tiny bit of a soft side when he's with you

Don't tell anyone, he has enough of his sister teasing him, he might get into a fight if it were anyone else

Scoops you up in his arms when ever he feels like it, no warning at all

Glares at anyone who whistles when you walk by, you're attractive but he won't have anyone disrespect you when he's around

#lackadaisy x reader #nico x reader #lackadaisy imagine #lackadaisy headcanons #lackadaisy fluff #lackadaisy #nicodeme lackadaisy #nicodeme savoy

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lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit · 10 months

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Pardon me, I just stumbled across this classy little joint, and I'm feeling a little adventurous. I'd like to order a Oneshot On The Rocks, Nico Savoy flavor.

(Gender neutral, fluff. Nico gets into one of his romantic flings with a fellow coworker he's done a few jobs with, but he realizes he likes them too much to let them go.)

I know you have other patrons here, so take your time. I'll be here all night.

Nicodeme Savoy had always been cold.

It had started right from a young age: in the cold stone halls of the convent orphanage; in the stiff wind during the first night he spent on the road with his sister Serafine; in the mud of the marshes they trudged through, only to just get away and be together.

The cold continued through the years, in the cold shoulders people would give him when he asked question—no one wanted to talk to two run away orphans and get in trouble with the cops. It was cold like all the dinners they had to have. It was cold like the glares people would give when they tried to buy something with the little money they tried to scrape together, because they assumed they'd steal anyway. By refusing to let them be honest, they ended up committing more crimes by the age of eighteen than most. It was cold like the slithering bodies of snakes that crawled over them while they slept, like the alligators' thick skin when they found a carcass or came too close to a sleeping one. Everything was cold: the nights, the days, and eventually Nico himself.

Like a reptile, he had cold blood. Empathy was relatively unknown to him. The few jobs he did were those no one would have accepted in a million years—murders, thefts, even hijackings. He did them all with no problems and no moral qualms either. That coldness stayed throughout his life and leaked into things more personal.

He had never been truly lucky in love, or at least lucky enough to keep the ones he had. His conquest list consisted mainly of one night stands, or three months at the most. When they realized it wouldn't work out, many of them turned to anger. They called him cold hearted, just as his enemies called him cold blooded.

Nico paid attention to none of it. He was fine with what he had always had. He didn't need warmth he had spent all his life in the cold he wasn't about to stop now.

But then one day there was something else. Someone else.

At first it, Y/N was just a simple new hire that the Marigold had bought into its liquor circles. It wouldn't be the first time Nico had gone and done a few jobs with a rookie, however it would be the first time that he would become friends with them. There was something about them that intrigued him. Maybe it was the way they matched his skill, or how they proved they were so much cleverer than him, strategized better, truly showed how much of an asset to the Marigold they were.

It surprised him, so he gave it a shot, and as most of his rare new friendships did, banter turned to flirting. Oftentimes, it was one-sided but this time Y/N responded to his advances. That was indeed a surprise too. He played along and so did they.

It was a strange thing between them, something that tiptoed on the line of friendship. Again, Nico had seen something like it before. He knew where this would end and he was right when one night, drunken from an evening spent at the hotel bar, the two of them went back to his room together.

He thought that would be it. They would both get on with their lives and that night would be forgotten, swept away with all the others.

It was far easier said than done. For the first time in years, Nico felt something in him. He wouldn't call it a fire, it was more a single spark somewhere deep in this chest. He thought it would be some sort of heartburn from a poor diet. He ignored it for the most part, and then while looking for medicine he stumbled across Y/N again.

Before long, the burn became bearable. They were his medicine.

Nico didn't understand it, but he knew what made it better. He asked Y/N out on the proper date. They took him up on it and it went relatively well.

So he asked them on another one, and soon they were asking him.

A week turned into a month, a month into two, two months into three. It was when a six month anniversary passed by in a blink of an eye that Nico truly knew something was off.

He couldn't fathom moving on in any way, and that was strange. He was happy where he was romantically. The job was always the same but somehow it became easier, more fun by his partner's side, and then he couldn't ignore it anymore.

There was the warmth.

The hot, delicious feeling that spread throughout him whenever a kiss landed on his cheek, or when their hands took his, or even when a joke turned into shameless flirting. He felt like he was getting wrapped in a large blanket, something unfamiliar but still addicting and comfortable.

More importantly, it was warm.

Very warm.

So warm, he thought his heart might burst.

He had rarely felt anything like it before, except towards his sister. Still, this was different. This was burning with another passion.

He knew something was off, but somehow, for once, he couldn't bear to try and put it right.

He liked this heat, this residue of mistake as some people might call it. His whole body was searing fire and he was too happy and intrigued to try and put it out.

#🦉mod iphiko #lackadaisy #lackadaisy reader insert #nicodeme savoy #lackadaisy nico #oneshot on the rocks #nicodeme lackadaisy #lackadaisy x reader #twb mcc event #yep #that's the event that gave me enough motivation to write this

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littlelionwriting · 29 days

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I am in severe Lackadaisy brainrot right now! Let's take a vote on which I should write first:

They will probably all get written at some point but I want to know what people are interested in first.

#x reader #vote #lackadaisy x reader #lackadaisy #nico x reader #nico savoy #viktor x reader #viktor vasko #mordecai heller #mordecai x reader

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speakeasyaoi · 8 months

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Serafine Savoy x F!Reader

> Requested by @snakesart | I got so wrapped up in roleplay + work recently I haven't been able to work on these- but this was fun!!

PROMPT: N/A

If it's not how she initially met you, she's more than eager to recruit you into her voodoo congregation, which...includes her carving the sigil into your chest, same as she did to Mordecai. Something that has nothing to do with her wanting to see you topless. At all. (Totally.) Now, she's willing to put it off for as long as you might need if you're anxious about the idea or don't want to rush into it, but in the end it's pretty much a non-negotiable, the most you'll be able to do is get her to make it smaller and less extreme of a scar. If you're really all that nervous, she'll just let you drink some of her rum until you're too drunk to be lucid or feel the pain, and dress your wound while you're intoxicated and half-conscious, and go through with it as quick as she can without messing up her linework.

And if you're not drunk during the process and still sensitive to the pain of it, she'll shush you and sweet talk you and try to keep your mind off it by peppering kisses along your neck and collarbones. She'd still poke fun at you for it, though, but it's all in good fun.

She will take the masculine role in the relationship, regardless of your masculinity and/or dominance. She's the one to take you out places, buy things for you and cover your bill if you're out to eat, and in general likes being the one spoiling you and I'm control of things.

During her little 'parties' hosted with her, Nico, and the rest of the congregation, she finds it more than entertaining to parade you around on your arm like a peice of eye candy. She flaunts you and shows you off and probably even does some PDA in front of everybody; it's just as much a challenge for her to make you flustered as it is to make everyone else jealous of her, and she's determined to reach that goal.

And on the topic of PDA, Serafine loves it. More often than not she uses it to affect those around her (she finds it especially entertaining to be all lovey-dovey and handsy with you around Mordecai to watch his reaction), but in more genuine moments, she has no reservations about being intimate in public and around a crowd.

If you're in any kind of relationship with her, it's unavoidable that you'll also be involved with Nico somehow. That might consist of a romantic, polyamorous-type relationship, similar to the dynamic they share with Mordecai, or it could just as well be him serving as more of a familial, brotherly figure. Either way, they're inseparable, and dating one is more a buy-one-get-one-free.

Expect to be covered with numerous lipstick stains, bite marks, scratches and hickeys, especially so on your neck and arms, where other people can see them. It gives her a bit of an ego boost to see your body marked by her, and finds your attempts to remove them or cover them up adorable.

Her and Nico would probably end up inviting you to stay with them at their suite in the Maribel hotel rather early on in the relationship-- they've never been one for slow-burn or subtlety. You'll be given the choice to sleep in Serafine's bed with her or just crash on the couch, but unless the suite is bigger than I imagine it is, you won't be getting your own bedroom. (Serafine's big spoon.)

Other notes: I've found that when it comes to F!Reader or M!Reader I really struggle with not keeping things gender neutral out of force of habit- I should probably work on that

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy x reader #lackadaisy cats #lackadaisy comic #lackadaisy serafine #serafine savoy #serafine savoy x reader #lackadaisy x f!reader #lackadaisy x f! reader #lackadaisy x f reader #serafine savoy x f!reader #serafine savoy x f! reader #serafine savoy x f reader

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multi-fandom-imagine · 2 months

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Hihi!, Nico rut headcanons please? it's all right if not! :3

A/n: I do apologize for missing this.

Had know issue with ruts before, would usually just box off the aggression or find some random woman to relieve his stress.

When Nico actually entered a relationship with you and when he entered his Rut the only thing he cared about was you and getting rid of his Rut, this man cannot keep his hands off of you.

Nipping, bitting, marking. Nico is into it all, he is very protective of you during his ruts { as if he wasn't before } though he will murder anyone that put their grubby little hands on you.

Scenting, loves to scent you. He needs for everyone to know who you belong to. Isn't scared if people hears your cries as he fucks you, you're so cute when you whimper.

Accent get's more thick, he loves to whisper in your ear about the things he is going to do to you.

Nico love's to keep you close, you're either sitting in his lap or he has his arms wrapped around you when he has to deal with things. Only has eyes for you.

You two spend most of the day in bed together, is quick to sex.

#hc #hcs #nico lackadaisy #nicodeme savoy #Nicodeme Savoy x reader #nico savoy #nico savoy x reader #lackadaisy #lackadaisy x reader #lackadaisy x you #Nicodeme Savoy lackadaisy #lackadaisy nico #lackadaisy Nicodeme Savoy

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a-libra-writes · 2 months

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can I please request for a Mordecai Heller x female reader? like reader is a showgirl who sings on stage like Mitzi one and tends to attract a lot of attention but backs out when they feel this murdercat plotting their death lmao. thank you 😁

heyo! I decided to do a looot of the cats for this one, since its p similar to my Peaky Blinders Jazz Singer post that I was fond of. GN Reader.

Being a Jazz Singer & Performer!

Rocky - When he was hired and met you for the first time, it was absolutely an "infatuation at first sight" situation. Pros!: He's unfailingly polite and sweet, he seems to play with even more energy when you two share a stage, his grin is very off-putting to creeps who shout up at the stage and harass you. Cons: He can get quite distracted when you two share a stage. Many times Zib has had to pull him back with the rest of the band, because he keeps unintentionally scooting closer to you.

The worst part of the Lackadaisy falling onto hard times is the fact you rarely worked there now - you had to sing at other clubs to make ends meet. One of Rocky's big motivators for getting the club back to its old self is you'd come back! Forever this time! (Probably). Rocky doesn't exactly have the time or money to visit the other clubs you work at, so he wants all of your attention during your infrequent visits to the Lackdaisy.

Freckle - Look, he's a shy kid, and the whole 'sneaking out under cover of night to do bootlegging/torpedo shenanigans' is still new. He doesn't have a lot of experience or frame of reference for what a good club singer is like, but Freckle thinks you've got to be one of the best. You have to be, right? Your voice is wonderful and you look positively celestial under the stage lights - wait, that's weird to think, right? Thank God he didn't say it out loud. ... He didn't, right?

Freckle hasn't the slightest idea of how to approach you, so it's up to Ivy and his cousin to drag him over and attempt conversation. It's... a little pitiable, but he's trying. That said, he's surprisingly outspoken and a little scary if someone tried to mess with you while you performed. You're used to the heckles and catcalls, but it's shocking to see that shy tabby jump up from his seat and raise his voice at them.

Ivy - She liked you from the moment she first saw you perform at the Lackdaisy, and that crush hasn't dulled over the months. She maaaay have kept a few posters that advertised the clubs you sang at, and may or may not have cajoled her way into those clubs so she could watch the show. She could easily sweet talk her way to backstage, too - seems you've got a fan.

When the Lackadaisy goes downhill, it's Ivy who wants to sweet talk you into returning. You'll bring in a crowd! The acoustics are great! Pretty pleeease? Her dad Ivy will pay you and not get in trouble until months later when the family accountant goes over the finances. Obviously she cares about the club's wellbeing, but she also wants to spend time with you! Though she's bold enough to just ask you outright. She's also bold enough to outright shout and fight anyone whose heckling you - throwing a heel is a favorite tactic.

Viktor - You're someone he saw often in the olden days, back when the club could afford to have you perform several times a week rather than once a month. Viktor never cared much for the cacophony the crowd and music made, though he knew objectively you were an excellent performer. Rather than endure the crowd, he'd listen to your voice drift across the caves backstage, rehearsing with the band or just by yourself. It was pleasant to listen to, and he could do so in private, either coming back from a job or about to go on one.

Once things began to fall apart, it's not as though he went around to clubs ... or anywhere, really. So if you stopped performing at the Lackadaisy, you might never see each other again. Choosing to stay (or at least do a few pity gigs) would lead to the surprising sight of the big, morose Slav working behind the bar and watching from there, rather than his previous hideouts. It's a little intense to be under that stare... but not all unpleasant? And given how sparse the crowd is, anyone making trouble and catcalling will get dealt with so promptly, they won't even have time to finish their wolf whistle.

Zib - Well, obviously he's going to be drawn in by an attractive singer. Come on. Zib can be smooth when he wants, chainsmoker-scent and rumpled clothes aside. The band likes to tease him mercilessly about it, but that doesn't stop him from cozying up while you two perform together and shooting his shot backstage after every show. Back when the Lackadaisy was thriving, he could afford to hang out at the other clubs you performed at; nowadays, though, that's not so likely.

Even so, starting up a friendship or even fling wouldn't be difficult. He's attracted to and interested in creative spirits, doubly so if you two had very different taste (so there's more to discuss!) and you got on well with the rest of the band. Late-night debates about this musician or that show over a game of cards and several bottles of wine, either together or with the rest of the boys, and waking up half-dressed and seriously hungover come sunrise. Opportunities for visiting would dwindle as the Lackadaisy's business dried up, though if you stayed on ... No, he wouldn't want that for you. If anything you'd be mentioning to him and the band that there's other places to perform to pay the bills. Well, it'd be food for thought.

Wick - Wick wouldn't call himself a music aficionado, especially what's listened to at these rowdy speakeasies, but he won't deny how hard it was to focus on his business associates when you were on stage. So when he discovered you often performed at his favorite club, it was a pleasant surprise. He really wanted to speak with you at some point, at least compliment the performance, but didn't want to come off as those typical entitled wealthy guys who get too fresh with ""lower"" class performers ... so sometimes you'd find flowers in the dressing room and an anonymous note of appreciation.

He finally gets a conversation when you're a guest at a posh party he's attending, or when you continue to perform at the Lackadaisy in spite of the dwindling crowd. It's a shame your large audience is missing, but at least it's way less awkward for him to strike up conversation when you come to the bar? He probably won't bring up the flowers. Oh god, what if you think that's weird. You probably assumed the flowers were some freak fan. Is he a freak fan? He's not, right? (It will take him like months of dating to finally admit to the flowers thing)

Serafine - A good-looking cat with a nice set of pipes is certainly someone she'd notice, especially if they were a regular performer at the Marigold Room and other places she frequented before that. If it was the former, she'd have plenty of chances to wink when you met eyes, "chancing" across you backstage or just being forward and chatting you up after the show. She certainly isn't shy about expressing her interest, and it could be a fun fling.

You do look adorable swinging your hips and swaying your tail along to the beat, not to mention the different get-ups you have to dress in. Serafine maaaay or may not have wanted to help pick a suit out, or help with make-up, or give you some of her jewelry to wear... It's half marking her territory and half she loves to lounge around your dressing room and be a pest. You'd never kick her out and she knows it. She'll do it in other clubs, too, though you have no idea how she keeps getting past security.

Nico - Like his sister, he has no qualms nor shame about trying to get your attention on stage. Unlike Serafine, though, he'd start doing it immediately and be a general pest after the show. The difference between his attention seeking and the other men's in the audience is he actually has some charisma when you two meet backstage, so you're only slightly inclined to tell him to buzz off. He wasn't much of a music expert, and he still isn't ... But he likes hearing you rehearse and hum to yourself, and it's endearing when he requests songs.

He's pleased when you get gigs at the Marigold Room, as it's easier to hang around before and after the show - and bonus, he gets to be extra aggressive with throwing creeps out to impress you! But if you're performing elsewhere then Nico will stop by. He might be bruised and/or bloody because he just left a job, but don't worry! Sometimes he'll even bring flowers or whatever - though without Serafine knowing, she'd never let him live it down.

Mordecai - He wouldn't approach you any differently from others - he'd still be his usual prickly, anti-social, often awkward self - in fact, he might avoid an avid performer, simply because they often have fans around them or at least people recognizing them. What could get his notice was someone whose real persona is very different from their ostentatious self on stage - more quiet and pensive, perhaps. Like any attempt at friendship, let alone romance, it's slow going with him.

That said, he's the type to admire professionalism in a performance. A well put together outfit, thoughtful musical arrangement (as if he's an expert ...). He wouldn't like a femme presenting singer have to wear skimpy clothes or tolerate a rowdy audience. If there was a questionable manager or creepy fan bothering them, Mordecai can deal with that, at least, not that he'd tell his friend/partner. Mordecai would generally glare down any touchy fans and annoying admirers like a jealous terrier. This amuses Mitzi to no end.

Asa - Simply put, he saw you performing at a ritzy party he was invited to and reached out to your manager so you might perform on a weekly basis at the Marigold Room. Very professional! He'd send flowers with his name to the dressing room afterward, would make sure you're finding everything to your liking and not being bothered by anyone. Requests to continue performing would bypass your manager to being nice, short handwritten notes.

Eventually he'd pay you extra and treat you to a nice dinner afterward, if you were comfortable with it. If you let the older man down, he's not too bothered. He'd continue the friendly business relationship and would still send flowers and so on. He'd rather keep you as a good business associate and continue to enjoy the performances than let his silly feelings get in the way. Alas, he is hopeless at discussions of your music. My guy called a ukelele a tiny guitar.

Wes - He never hung around the Marigold Room after hours - it's his workplace, and not really his vibe - but it's very hard to resist not sitting by for an hour (or three) with a drink while you finish your set. Sometimes you two will meet eyes, or he thinks you are, and he considers dropping backstage to say ... hello? He's an 'employee', so isn't checking up on you a normal thing to do? Make sure you're satisfied with the Marigold Room and all that. Right.

Ironically that's how he's finally able to meet the singer he's been mooning over for months. A drunk patron was getting too cozy on your way out, and Wes happened to be there. His face and ... charming demeanor is good for scaring off upper class wimps. So there's that. He's not so bad, though - clumsy, and prooobably realizes you're out of his league. You get to see more of his earnest side when you two meet outside of the Marigold Room, where his fellow murderous gangsters coworkers aren't watching yalls every move with popcorn in hand.

#posting 1 year later lets go lmao #lackadaisy x reader #rocky rickaby x reader #calvin mcmurray x reader #ivy pepper x reader #viktor vasko x reader #zib zibowski x reader #wick sable x reader #serafine savoy x reader #nico savoy x reader #mordecai heller x reader #asa sweet x reader #wes clyde x reader #also lmao sorry mordecai would not take a singer/semi famous partner well. too much attention #its funny to think abt tho like. cannot imagine this man has taste in upbeat jazz #cant even pretend to dance at least calvin tries!

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the-marigold-reception · 16 days

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Soft Moments With Serafine and Nicodeme

Requested by: @yourbxsicwitch

Listen she’s not used to being in a commited relationship

But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t try

She only shows the soft side of her when it’s just you two- her brother is an exception

Likes making food together

One day you asked her about her favorite foods growing up and once you saw a small sparkle as she was describing it you knew you had to attempt to make some of it

You go to Nico for help (he 100% laughs but internally is like “i like the idea of you courting my sister better now”

Basically he appreciated the gesture

You take lessons with him on how to make Jambalaya

Imagine Serafine comes back from a mission with her brother and Mordecai and traipses the Maribel looking for you- only to smell something familiar

Pokes her head around the door of the kitchen to watch you finish making the Jambalaya- adding the extra kick of spice her brother had told you she likes

She quietly walks up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist as you explain that you wanted to surprise her with the food she loved

She will never admit it but she definitely swooned a bit

Presses kisses all over your face and thoroughly enjoys the meal you prepared- noting it’s not the same as her childhood favorite but it’s been personalized which makes it all the more special

Whilst you’re both cleaning up she pulls you into a soft kiss and whispers

“Merci beaucoup cher”

He’s also not used to being in a long term relationship, but when he gets into one with you, you can tell the difference

He’s soft when he wants and shows it how he wants

He will blow kisses to you in the most obvious of manners whenever he pleases whether that be in the middle of a mission discussion or during the actual fight

He says your kisses are a good luck charm for him so he makes sure he receives one before every fight

Insists you come to his every boxing match

“How about a kiss, for luck of course”

Like Serafine, he adores when you cook for him but he loves it when you can cook together

He loves spicy soul food so unfortunately so do you-

Though if you can’t handle it- he’ll insist you split the food before you add the spice so that you can enjoy too

He loves giving you forehead kisses especially if you’re smaller

Maybe if you’re lucky and his calendar is empty he’ll take you fishing- mainly to show off but also to just be alone with you for a bit

I really enjoyed writing this! Thank you for the request :)

#lackadaisy x reader #lackadaisy nico #lackadaisy serafine #serafine savoy x reader #Nicodeme savoy x reader

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mediocrevideopodcast · 3 months

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Prompt: Calling the Lackadaisy characters by their full name

A/N: University has been keeping me busy, and I've been in a bit of a writers block. So in the meantime, take this goofy little thing!

Includes: Rocky Rickaby/Reader Calvin "Freckle" McMurray/Reader Dorian "Zib" Zibowski/Reader Mordecai Heller/Reader Viktor Vasko/Reader Serafine Savoy/Reader Nicodeme "Nico" Savoy/Reader

Rocky Rickaby:

Rocky's always pleased to hear his name fall from your lips… "Rocky Rickaby…" he loves to occupy your attention, and he's not above doing a silly trick here and there to get you to utter his name like that. But his given name? You can't even finish "Roark" before he's at your feet, begging for forgiveness. Queue the waterworks -- his muse, his winter sunshine, his summer breeze please, please forgive him. For he is naught but a mortal man, riddled with the propensity for mistakes, but is -- Hm? The maple syrup is in the back of the pantry, yes. Yes, next to the peanut butter. -- is that not the natural state of such mortal endeavors? Surely, such a divine being must take pity on the folly of man!

He doesn't register that you were only playing with him. Or, maybe he's realized and is just committing to the bit. You'll never know. What you do know, however, is that you'll have him at your feet for the next hour or so.

Calvin McMurray:

Calvin, Cal, Freckle… Sweetheart, in private. McMurray, when you're teasing. Calvin really gets the gamut of names and nicknames when it comes to you. But when he hears his full name yelled out from the opposite end of the house, he's nothing if not panicked. The past two decades of Irish Catholicism really beats that into you. He rushes to your side, back straight, head down in silent apology for… whatever it is, that he did.

"...Yes, dear?"

He has to bite his tongue a bit to not bring out any honorifics, but the message comes across just the same. There's only 2 times he uses "dear" as his go to-- 1.) In front of his mother, 2.) After he's done something he shouldn't.

Decompresses instantaneously when you ask him to open the pickle jar. He exhales quietly, holding his hand out silently for the jar. His heart can't take this sort of thing. Don't do this to the poor man… too often.

Dorian Zibowski:

Blinks owlishly when he hears his full name shouted out from across the house. If there's any way to sober Zib up… this is it. He's leaping to his feet in an instant, rushing to where you are… and slowing down when he's just out of sight. He smooths his fur and his clothes and takes a deep breath before waltzing calmly into your line of sight. Play it cool.

"Funny way of pronouncing "Zibowski, doll. Need something?"

He takes it in stride, but don't be fooled -- he's quaking in his boots, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He feels the weight lifted off his chest when you ask him to grab something from the top shelf, although you'd never know that. He does, however, press a lingering kiss to your temple after he passes the item off to you. Don't read into it too much.

Mordecai Heller:

He tears his eyes away from his book, glancing at you from over the rim of his teacup. "Yes?"

He's truly unaffected. He's introduced by his first and last name all the time, and he was never scolded in such a manner as a child. If you were looking for some outlandish reaction, all you've got is his quiet attention. And you might want to answer quickly -- he'd really like to finish this chapter tonight. This is quite a grueling read, you know.

His true name, however, is a different story. But that's for entirely different reasons, and well, you wouldn't know anything about that. Right?

Viktor Vasko:

Yet another one who is unaffected. He looms over you a bit -- which really, isn't unusual for him considering his stature -- humming questioningly.

He's a man of few words, and even fewer reactions. You've really gotta put some emotion in your voice if you want to get any sort of reaction out of him, and even then the most you're likely to get is a raised eyebrow… maybe a bit of a head tilt if you're lucky. And you can really only do this once -- he'll remember your little trick for next time.

(If you really want to get a reaction out of him, use some sort of petname. He secretly finds them rather sweet, and the right one will force-reset his brain a bit the first few times you use it. )

Seraphine Savoy:

Seraphine isn't unaffected by the use of her full name… rather, she revels in it. She's always enjoyed the flow of her name, but it always seems to fall from your lips like some goldly golden ichor. To call it heavenly would be a bit of a misnomer -- sinful, mayhaps? It's a difficult feeling to place, but she strides over to you confidently nonetheless. Her lips quirk up as she leans into your personal space.

"Yes, amou?"

Nicodeme Savoy:

Truthfully, he isn't the biggest fan of you calling him by his full name. Well, his full first name, anyways. Feels too stuffy, for his liking. But he takes it in stride, waltzing up to you lazily. He rests his arm on your shoulder and leans down to be eye-level with you, eyes half lidded with a grin. He throws your own full name right back at you teasingly. Need something? Want him to grab something, or open a jar? Hm?

His grin stretches a bit wider when you pout -- you really thought you'd get him this time, huh? He kisses you chastely, nipping at you softly in jest. Gotta try harder than that to shake him, bebe.

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