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flwersgarden · 2 years

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｡ׅ ݊ ֶָ֪֪ ° ୨ a serafin drabble. ୧ ° ݊ 𝆺𝅥𝅮 ᳞ ｡

it's basically that scene where manuela and serafin meet but instead of manuela, it's you!

author's note: .... y'all im sorry but I HAD TO. I HAD TO.

you walked out of the carriage that brought you to the streets of madrid, a loud 'careful!' screamed at you while you ran, holding your dress with one hand while the other one held your hat away from flying. you reached some stairs, climbing them so you could see the view better.

and the view was beautiful, the sea waves crashing softly and some boats traveling to new places you wish you knew.

you smiled softly whole your mind wandered to the view as you moved your head to see everything you could, your planned marriage that bothered you a few hours ago all forgotten, watching the street below you, then some flowers next to you, the sea again, then some man, the sea again, the- a man?!

you abruptly stopped turning your head to the side, the man still watching you with a pointed gaze.

you just looked down, pretending to be unbothered, grabbing your clothes and walked away. when the man stepped in front of you, watching you up and down.

has he never seen a woman or what?

you turned around, walking up the stairs but as you heard his steps you walked faster trying to lose him but he catched up quickly.

“ who are you? ” he asked, apparently lovestruck.

you gave up, just standing there while he looked at you, again, as if you were some kind of weird figure.

you turned around, catching his gaze.

holding back yourself from rolling your eyes, you just grabbed your hat with your hand. you ignored his question.

“ in madrid, i hear that young ladies do not walk out without somebody else. ” he started to circle you, making you more annoyed. “ however, i should've thought that in a town like port sebastian bodyguards were unnecessary. ”

“ you, gracious lady, will always need a bodyguard. even in the lonely waves of the sahara dessert the sands would rise up and follow you. ” you made a move to walk out but he put his cane in front of you to stop you, making him win one of your annoyed gaze. “ tell me, what is your name? ” he noticed your furious eyes making him drop his cane down, looking at you with a mocking look.

“ i do not see how that could possibly concern you. ”

“ it is as vital to me as the beat of my heart. are you married? ”

“ no. ” you answered, realizing your mistake, you corrected yourself. “ but i will be by this time next week. ”

that seemed to make his mood down, his eyes losing that spark you noticed.

“ then you should never step into the sight of another men it is too great of a provocation. ”

“ very well, i shall remove the provocation. ”

you tried to walk away but your hat flew away, making you turn watching it laying on the wet floor and as you catched the man's sight you stood there watching at the people walking in front of you. angry at yourself for being careless and dropping the hat.

he went for it, then walked quickly to stand in front of you, handing the hat out but you still watched ahead, ignoring him.

“ señorita, don't marry that pumpkin. ”

that grabbed your attention.

“ pumpkin?! ” you asked with an annoyed tone.

“ any man who lets you out of his sight is a pumpkin. ”

you just grabbed your hat, how dare he?! putting it on and holding it with your hand to keep it from flying away again. with your other hand you grabbed the ends of it to held it up, so he could see how angry you were.

“ my acquaintance is a very nice man. he doesn't drink, he doesn't smoke! he's regular in his... church duties! ” he continued to circle you. “ and he would never acoss a stranger woman on a- on a- ” you pointed at him but he didn't care.

you had enough!

“ i wish you would stop circling me this way, it's like talking to a top! ” you took off your hat, your hands on each side of your body, looking like a child making a tantrum.

“ you bewilder me! a young girl like you with beauty, youth and enchantment- throwing yourself away on a lump like that! ”

“ he is neither a lump nor a pumpkin. ” you said as you walked a step close to him, challenging him to keep going.

“ if he had any sense of a fitness of things he should've known he wasn't good enough for you- he would've step aside. ”

“ step aside? for what? ” you asked, growing angry with each passing second.

“ for someone who could appreciate you, like me for instance. ”

you mockingly laughed.

“ don't laugh! ” he pointed at you with his cane.

“ if i didn't laugh i should be very annoyed, now please let me go! ”

you walked down a step before he grabbed your arm, stopping you again.

“ never. ” he sounded like he said that seriously.

“ don't be silly. ”

“ i love you... and love isn't silly. ”

“ really? ” you asked, obviously making fun of him.

“ aren't you interested in love? ”

you sighed. “ no, i told you i was going to be married. ”

“ in england and america they have a strange custom. a lady picks her own husband and they marry them for love. ”

“ yes, i know. ” you fidgeted with your hat in front of you. “ it's a very stupid custom. ” you walked a few steps away from him.

“ oh, i see. you find enough romance in daydreams. ” you paused in your step, how could he know?

you turned around with a confused face. “ what do you mean? ” then looked down, turning away from him so you could ignore his gaze, suddenly growing shy. “ i-i surely don't know what you-. ” he interrupted you.

“ don't tell me you've never long for a prince instead of a pumpkin. ” you turned again, frowning at his name.

“ certainly not. ” you put on your hat, another way of avoiding him.

he grabbed the end of it like you did before, making you stare right at him.

“ i don't believe you. i know that underneath that hard gaze there's depths of emotions, romantic longings, unfulfilled dreams... ” you took off your hat.

“ that's absurd. ” still in denial at how he was right you tried to walk away but he stopped you, again.

“ i can read your mind. your secret thoughts. it's my business. ”

you watched him with curiosity which made him keep talking.

“ i can tell you your past, your present and your future. ”

you looked at your hat, almost scoffing at his pretentious words.

“ you don't have to tell me my future. i know my future. ” you confidently said.

“ am i in it? ” he suddenly asked, startling you.

“ no! ” you quickly answered.

“ then you don't know your future. ”

you just frowned, walking away from him successfully next time.

“ come see me tonight and you'll find out! ” he screamed after you, exceptionally calm.

“ i'll leave a seat for you! just mention my name! ” he put on his own hat, a charming smirk in his face.

“ serafin! ”

he smiled, watching you run from him.

that won't be the last time he saw you. he'll make sure of it.

#idk how to tag this #olivia's daydream #yep #serafin x reader #does that exist?#anyway #the pirate x reader #the pirate 1948

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multi-fandom-imagine · 2 months

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【 Women thαt ɯıll eαt чou out 】

↳ Korra ✦ Serafine Savory ✦ Charlie Morningstar ✦ Vaggie ✦ Ellie Williams ✦ Abby Anderson ✦ Haruka Tenoh ✦ Carol Danvers

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy serafine #legend of korra #korra #serafine savoy #charlie morningstar #vaggie #ellie x reader #abby the last of us #abby x reader #vaggie x reader #charlie x reader #korra x reader #serafine x reader #lackadasiy x reader #carol danvers #carol danvers x reader #marvel x reader

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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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mediocrevideopodcast · 4 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.

#divider by @cafekitsune #lackadaisy x reader #rocky rickaby x reader #nicodeme savoy x reader #mordecai heller x reader #dorian zibowski x reader #serafine savoy x reader #calvin mcmurray x reader #viktor vasko x reader #lackadaisy imagine #lackadaisy rocky x reader #lackadaisy nico x reader #lackadaisy mordecai x reader #lackadaisy serafine x reader #lackadaisy viktor x reader #lackadaisy calvin x reader #lackadaisy zib x reader

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the-marigold-reception · 1 month

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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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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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lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit · 1 year

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Can I request Mordecai with a dead gn crush who can visit him in his dreams and can appear as a ghost if he's near/in a near death situation?

And let's say he's in a situation where he would have died but then the reader is like "You're not supposed to be here, I'm sending you back." And he wakes up alive. I think that'd be pretty cool

I wound up putting these two together. I hope neither of you mind.

TW for described gore and brief character death

"MERDE!" Serafine slammed the driver's side door shut and threw the clutch into reverse, the screeching of tires making her pin her ears back against her skull."Merde, merde, MERDE!!"

A large paw gripped Mordecai's own when he tried to speak, to ask her to stay quiet. "Shhh, cher," Nico whispered. "You're gonna be alright."

The constant pain in his abdomen begged to differ. Against his better judgement, he looked down at his stomach—or what was left of it—and groaned as it churned when he was met with the bloody mess of his innards. Nico's paw tightened on his own and the tomcat had a rigid set to his jaw when Mordecai looked to him again, though he still managed an easygoing smile.

"Keep 'im talking!" Serafine snapped. "We all know it's what he likes to do. Ask 'im about 'is—ah...His—'is home life!"

"I'll keep 'im going." Nico's voice was surprisingly level. "You focus on getting us back home."

The car ran over a bump in the road. Mordecai ground his teeth and hissed in anger and pain. Nico steadied him with his free hand, let Mordecai let go of his paw and almost pulled him into his lap.

The car was either much more steady on this side or this cat had enough body mass to make up for the pitiful amount of shock absorbers in the vehicle. Mordecai raised his head and made it onto Nico's shoulder to look out the window. "Where 're we...?"

"Home, cher." Nico's bandaged paw stroked Mordecai's head like he was a frightened kitten. "We're takin' you home to patch you up some. Sit tight, okay?"

Another bump in the road. Mordecai's confused brain tried to grab on to his stomach, to literally hold it in. He moved his head off Nico's shoulder just to lean against it. Everything felt heavy. He was so tired.

"Don't close those green eyes!" Nico's harsh pinch made him flinch. "You stay awake! We're almost there!"

"Wake m' up when we arrive."

"Serafine, pull over! We're losing 'im faster than you can drive!"

Car tires screeched again, this time to a stop. The lights started going out as Nico gathered him into his arms and tried to open the door with his elbow.

Mordecai made it to the grass outside before the world around him disappeared.

He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't to just suddenly exist in a white void. He could see his paws in front of him, he could feel his cufflinks when he adjusted them, but that was about it: this place was as empty as empty could get.

At least he wasn't in pain anymore. What a way to go; gored and confused. What an ending. Embarrassing.

"Fancy meeting you here."

He glanced around at the familiar voice, his eyes finally landing on a H/C cat standing with their arms crossed. "Y/N?"

"Hey, Heller. What're you doing here?"

Mordecai cleared his throat, then winced and rubbed it. Funny how that started hurting. "Yes, well...Ahem. I had—unfortunate and unforeseen circumstances arise-"

"You died."

"Yes. Like I said, unfortunate and unforeseen circumstances."

Y/N chuckled and walked closer to him, running their claws through their fur in playful exasperation. "Still talkin' like a dictionary, eh?"

"You can still "decode" what I say, it seems."

Y/N shook their head with a smile. For a moment they stood merely eyeing him, a mixture of nostalgia and sorrow in their expression. They looked much more lively from the last time he had seen them in person.

Probably because the last time, they weren't actually alive.

"You're not supposed to be here," they said with a shake of their head. "It's too early. Way, way too early."

"What are you going on about?"

"Your death, Morde." Y/N heaved an exasperated sigh and rubbed their temples. "Augh, I'm getting such a headache just talkin' to you. He's not gonna like this."

"What is—"

"I'm sending you back."

Back? Back to the bloodthirsty Savoy twins who would throw him under a train for a dollar? Back to walking on eggshells, trying to rein those two in with a roll of his eyes and sarcastic quip?

Back to his background mission. Y/N was right, he had to go back.

But first...

"Y/N. May I speak with you for another min—"

"Later." Y/N grabbed his upper arm and almost yanked him off his paws. "Come. Now."

Their no-nonsense tone told him this was not negotiable. The two walked in a hurry, Y/N sometimes glancing off to the side at something Mordecai couldn't see. What where they so afraid of?

They stopped suddenly, making the Tuxedo cat bump into them. They heaved a sigh and turned to him. "There's your way out. Go. Now!"

"I don't see anything."

"Of course you don't. Because why would he make this easy?"

Y/N shoved him ahead of them. His paw caught a doorframe and he braced against it. "Just one more moment! I need to ask you something."

"You're sister's not here, no. You're in Limbo, the in-between bit. Now please would you-"

"Before you passed on," Mordecai spoke over them. "Before the accident. You pulled me aside, you told me there was something urgent that needed my attention. What was it?"

Y/N hesitated. Their ears moved about like little radars before they sighed and folded them back.

"I love you, Mordecai." Their voice was low. "I had for a long time. At that point I finally worked up the nerve to tell you this, but, well...I died before I could. I spent a year waiting for us to meet again, even too early like now; but it's not there anymore, so don't worry about it. Now go home, I'll be watching over you."

They stepped forward and gave him a shove, making him stumble back through the invisible-to-him doorway and start falling.

Good lord, everything hurt. Everything from the abdomen up pounded, throbbed or crackled like electricity. His chest and stomach felt particularly weird, though considering he had died for an unknown amount of time there was small wonder as to why.

Mordecai carefully moved his left arm underneath him and pushed himself up, wincing and biting back a hiss at the discomfort rippling through his stomach when it squished. He rubbed his eyes to get read of the fog clouding his vision, finding himself in a familiar hotel room. A chicken clucked it's way past him, bones hanging from the ceiling glinted in the early-morning lighting and the smell of something he couldn't place was strong enough to make him sneeze.

The Savoys brought him to their apartment. The thought gave him a single drop of relief before he was gripped with fear. What the Hell had Serafine done to him while he was gone?

A fuzzy head suddenly poked into the room from the doorway. Nico gave him an easy smile and opened the door all the way. "Ah, cher, you're awake. How you feel?"

"Fine." Mordecai roughly cleared his throat. Talking was a chore all of a sudden. "Where are my things? I am heading home now."

"Oh no you are not, mon ami." Nico made his way further into the room, closing the door slowly and shoving the chicken away from it with his paw. "You die for twenty minutes, sleep for hours and think you can just leave?"

Mordecai felt his ears press against his head. Nico took a step back, so he either looked like he was going to bite him if he got closer or fearful for his life. The larger tomcat raised his paws in an "I'm innocent" gesture, so Mordecai pinned his hopes on the former.

"Settle down now, cher." Nico moved across from him to sit on the arm of the couch Mordecai was currently taking up residence in. "I am over de moon that you're feelin' fiery, but there is no need to try an' take my head off. My work is around your body, after all. Your filling is nice and snug now."

'My filling?'

Nico smiled wider. His smile faltered when Mordecai's eyes rolled back in his head and he hit the couch again.

Maybe it was a bit too soon to start teasing him about his brush with the maiden of death.

#🖋 mod ille #Oneshot on the Rocks #Mordecai Heller #Serafine Savoy #Nicodeme Savoy #Lackadaisy #lackadaisy reader insert #lackadaisy x reader #mordecai lackadaisy

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jellyfiishatr · 1 year

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Hello. You can ask you for headcanons for a relationship with Serafine Savoy?

a/n : Absolutely. I'm so inlove with her it's scary

☆☆☆

Content : romance , headcanons

Content warning : angst-y (?) Suggestive

Before relationship!

Dating her is definitely hard

She's very closed off, so breaking down those walls was probably long and hard

she's used the usual weekly fling, but being with someone for even more than that was strange to her

Alot of the time, she goes for people for the fun of it

Only wanting a good time and nothing intimate

Otherwise she shuts it down immediately.

She's not one to be in committed long term relationships

She's loyal; I'll give you that much, but she's not one to focus on someone and work

Her business gets in the way of relationships; and she knows this

So with that, you'll have to be someone she knows she can depend on you

Dating! ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑

She's definitely someone who knows you're attractive, and takes pride in that

So if someone hits on you; she walks up behind you to wrap her arms around your waist to rest her head on your shoulders to say "I know right?" In a low and confident voice

She could ignore you for weeks(whether by accident or not) she'll continue where you guys left off

She loves showing off to you

showing you knife tricks, and telling you what she did that day, or the night before for work.

She's tries to keep you separate from work besides telling you what happened, she doesn't like the thought of getting you mixed up with her line of work

she'll casually come by your place, or job to say hi and drop of a little gift she bought you

she brings along Nico(when appropriate of course)

she understands boundaries, but if she can she'll definitely bring along her brother

The type to have the "if you dont like one of us, you can't have the other" type of mentality

So if you dont get along with Nico, or he doesn't like you, you're relationship is done before it really began

(ofcourse he likes you in this scenario)

You two are the occasional friends, he makes jokes a lot of the time

Making faces at you in serious times, nipping at your sides to make you giggle, or copying your every move

She's loyal in the end, through and through

She sticks by your side through thick and thin, accepting your flaws if you accept hers

☆☆☆

I apologize if im taking awhile responding to these again, there's alot and I think it cured my boredom! I'll be busy finishing these for a few days!! I promise I'll be back just give me

This means requests are finally closed(temporarily)

#Serafine savoy #lackadaisy x reader #lackadaisy cats #lackadaisy webcomic #lackadaisy #lackadaisy serafine #lackadaisy Nicole

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fun-k-board · 9 months

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Hi! I was wondering if i could request Mordecai Heller x gn reader dating hc’s?

Mordecai Heller GN dating Headcanons

Note(s) : Uh, so, I'm kind of going through a sexuality crisis while I write this, so the romance aspect is sort of lost, I'm sorry.

I think he'd most appreciate somebody who won't dance around subjects, he can't read emotions well and so people being coy just doesn't make any sense to him, he prefers somebody that's straightforward.

Mordecai is fairly demanding, but he doesn't mean it to be a dick, he just has preferences and won't be with you if you aren't them. He doesn't expect you to bend over backwards and only do things he likes, so he won't bend over backwards only doing things you like.

He'd frankly prefer you to have a style that's symmetrical and clothing that's clean and proper, if you can't afford that or have an unsymmetrical face or body, he tends to stare a lot and be more snarky towards you. Mordecai won't end the relationship over that, it just bothers him a little.

But he's more than willing to pay for symmetrical clothes, or just steal the clothes off of a corpse for you.

He wants to teach you how to use a gun, just so you can defend yourself in emergencies. Mordecai always keeps a gun hidden by your bedside table, just in case of a break in.

That is if you aren't already working for Asa / know how to use a gun already, in which case he's slightly less overbearing but will still insist on sharpening your skills a little.

You two may or may not live together, it just depends on what both of you are comfortable with. He definitely doesn't want to share a bed, he'd only want to sleep with you if it's a situation where you need to, or you just fall asleep from exhaustion on the couch or something.

You and him keep your relationship secret in case somebody could use it against you, but somehow, someway, Serafine and Nicodeme find out. Mordecai has no idea how, neither do you, they just... Did.

Serafine and Nicodeme tease you two about your relationship all the time, luckily never in public. Cheesy things like 'aww, you two look so cute together', just to see Mordecai's face drop, he's mortified whenever he sees the siblings and you happen to also be near.

If you two were together when he was working for Lackadaisy, I imagine that he was the one trying to convince you to leave for Marigold. Your relationship could end over this if you refuse to leave, and while he'll hesitate in killing you, he won't be afraid to shoot you in the leg if you end up on a mission against each other.

Mordecai doesn't like PDA at all, it makes him feel awkward and uncomfortable, especially in really crowded areas or where people who know him are. If you try to initiate a hug or a kiss he sort of just stands there in complete and utter disgust or begins hissing.

He's not cuddly or lovey dovey when you two are alone, either, he gives you a small kiss on the cheek if it's been a hard mission and you're injured, but it's a little stiff and he clearly only did it to make you feel better.

Mordecai is semi okay with hugging, it just depends on when and where, if you two are alone? Here, a quick side hug. If you're in a crowd? Don't even touch him he will probably transform into a ficus.

Surprisingly he's an alright dancer, just only when he's alone, and maybe if he's alone with you he can dance with you. He can appreciate the symmetry and beautiful hard work that goes into more classical dances, like ballroom dancing or ballet, but he despises the free form moves of things like Jazz, it's too liquid and unpredictable for him.

#mordecai heller #lackadaisy #lackadaisy x reader #lackadaisy mordecai #lackadaisy mordecai heller #mordecai heller x gn reader #mordecai heller x gn! reader #mordecai heller x reader #lackadaisy x gn reader #lackadaisy x gn! reader #lackadaisy headcanons #mordecai heller headcanons

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platinumrosetail · 1 year

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Hii I’m new:D love your blog^^ i was wondering if I could get some Mordecai x fem reader where he confesses too them they are a new recruit for marigold so they work with him Nico and serafine maybe some slight angst and fluff after:3

Hi!! I’m glad you like my blog!! And about the angst, it might not be as much as you hope but I’ll try my best with what I can! This might be a short one unless I can figure out how to make it my usual 7 paragraphs, so if it ends up short then I sincerely apologize for that 😅.

Warning: noob, author, female reader, mild angst, and others.

Character: mordecai.

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Mordecai:

You were a secret vigilante that joined marigold as they pay you more than your other employers that you had killed beforehand.

There you met the savoy siblings and a mysterious male named mordecai, you four got to know each as asa appointed you with them, though you got along most with mordecai but the siblings were company enough to get along with unlike previous companions that were annoying enough that you almost end killed them if it weren’t for the fact that their still your employer and still in a contract until either party decide to go against it, which was mostly them than you.

It had been a month and a half since you been ther and had gotten to know mordecai more and more, which the siblings teased you two about.

You and mordecai had a lot in common and spend time together so much that it had you developing feelings for, though you don’t know if he has feelings for you so you decided to keep it a secret as you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had.

Though you had seen him buy flowers and worry that maybe he has feelings for someone else that wasn’t you.

You made sure to act like nothing was bothering you so he didn’t ask questions on why you aren’t acting like you usually do.

Though soon a letter that had no signature on it to say whose it’s from, you decided to follow the coordinates to see what this is about and also to make sure it wasn’t a trap but you were pleasantly surprised to see that mordecai was there at the meeting holding the same flowers you saw him buy not too long ago, he confessed to you which led to you doing the same after, you two agreed to keep it slow as both of you didn’t really have any romantic relationship before now, and with that was the story of how you two got together.

(A/n: I hope y’all like what I did with it! Sorry it took me a good while to do it, I just didn’t get an idea on how to start it until now plus going into other fandoms and making some ideas for said fandoms, also I’m glad that I was able to do my usual 7 paragraph but anyway I hope y’all still like it, and hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!!)

#anime #anime x reader #x reader stories #x female reader #lackadaisy x reader #lackadaisy #mordecai

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ritzy-reminiscence · 5 months

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ೀ⋆｡askbox + rules + masterlist ! ɞ°

⸝⸝ tl;dr : title says all ! my askbox is open, and under the cut are just some general rules to follow when submitting requests / asks ! also under the cut is my masterlist -- i thought to include both of them in one post to make it easier to navigate ^^

ʚĭɞ || RULES ♡

I will only write for Lackadaisy for this blog ! For all Slam Dunk asks, please go to my other blog ! :DD

10 requests at a time, please ! Once I've received 10, I will close my askbox and will only open it again after those 10 have been posted .

Absolutely NO NSFW . Romantic stuff and displays of affection like kissing is fine, but I won't write about anything further than that .

I also won't write anything within the lines of pedophilia, abuse, traumatic deaths, or any form of bigotry or hate, as it not only makes me extremely uncomfortable but it also goes against what I stand for .

Please go through my askbox rather than commenting on my posts or messaging me ! It helps me keep track of everything a lot easier .

Do be patient ! I'm only a student with not much free time on my hands, and although I do love to write, I also prefer to do it in my spare time . I can't guarantee that I'll answer your requests quickly, but I'll still try my best ♡

ʚĭɞ || LACKADAISY ♡

⋆୨୧˚ fanfictions

Melancholy Hours - mordecai heller

Snuggle Struggles - rocky rickaby, calvin mcmurray, ivy pepper

⋆୨୧˚ headcanons

Shut-Eye - rocky rickaby, calvin mcmurray, ivy pepper

Shut-Eye² - nicodeme + serafine savoy, mordecai heller, mitzi may

Lacka-Lacy - lacy hardt

Lacka-Lacy² - lacy hardt

Apricity - rocky rickaby x reader

Selcouth - rocky rickaby x cyclops! m! reader

Vivacity - romantic rocky x reader headcanons

Star-Struck - rocky rickaby x heterochromia! reader

ʚĭɞ || SLAM DUNK - migrated to here ! ♡

⋆୨୧˚ fanfictions

Criminally Pretty - kicchou fukuda

Sakuragi Hanamichi Celebrating Haruko's Birthday - sakuragi, haruko akagi

⋆୨୧˚ headcanons

Kogure + Fukuda Helping You w/ Exams - kogure, fukuda

Megane-kun ! - kiminobu kogure

Pillow Wars - shohoku starting five

Secret Santa - shohoku starting five + kogure, haruko, ayako

#୨୧ solari writes ! ₊˚#well.. writing in the sense of making a post haha #but yep - askbox open !!#feel free to send in ur requests or asks -- i'll get to them as soon as possible ! <33 #lackadaisy headcanons #slam dunk headcanons #lackadaisy fanfiction #slam dunk fanfiction #lackadaisy #slam dunk

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multi-fandom-imagine · 22 days

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Can I request a one shot with Mordecai Heller x fem!reader and mordecai has had an annoying day of work thanks to serafine and nico. So as soon as ue comes home he decides to fuck readers brains to mush :3

A/n: I do apologize this took me so long and I apologize if it sucks, because i am not sure how i feel about this.

Mordecai could feel the irritation roll off of him in waves, the only thing he wanted to do was to lay down and be left alone.

Slamming the door shut, the man shrugged off his coat, the next came his tie. He would have removed his shirt if it weren't for you standing in his way.

"Not now." The last thing he wanted to do was to take his anger out on you because of those two idiots he had to deal with.

Sighing, you rolled your eyes cupping his cheeks. The swaying of his tail and the twitching of his ears by how irritated he was. "Take a breath and calm down Mordecai, you're going to give yourself a heart attack."

He needed a distraction, he needed to relieve his stress. Pa

"Fuck,” He groaned against your ear as he hovered behind you, his deft fingers are so close to ripping your clothes off your body since he’s desperately need to be inside you.

Letting out a light laugh, you pressed your body into Mordecai's back. "They must have really worked you over of you're swearing."

"Tech."

Glasses nearly slipping off the bridge his nose, he wasn't about to answer you but instead Mordecai firmly yet gently pressed you down to the plush mattress, his hips met your ass, making him grinding sensuously against you. “Let me take care of you. All you need to do is sit still and let me do all the work. Just lay down."

Eyes sliding closed, you took a breath in feeling your skirt rise as you bit back a whimper,as you nodded your head. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

Mordecai's eyes darkened with desire as he heard your whimper, it only fueled his desire to possess you even more.

"Good girl," he purred, his voice laced with a mix of dominance and affection. He moved swiftly, his hands roaming over your body, caressing every curve and dip. His fingers trailed down your spine, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake.

He positioned himself at your entrance, teasingly brushing against your slick folds. His voice dropped to a low, seductive whisper. "You're so wet for me already, baby. I love how responsive you are to my touch." With that, he slowly pushed into you, savoring the tightness and warmth that enveloped him.

A groan of pleasure escaped his lips as he began to move, his hips rocking against yours with a steady, controlled rhythm. His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your skin as he claimed you as his own. Each thrust was powerful, driving deeper and deeper into your core, leaving you gasping and moaning.

Mordecai's lips found their way to your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your sensitive skin. His teeth grazed over your pulse point, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from you. "You're mine" he growled possessively, his voice filled with a mixture of desire and dominance. "Mine to fuck, mine to breed. You belong to me."

Doing your best to match his thrust, his name slipped past your lips. You enjoyed seeing this side of him, the way he would just let himself lose control for once since he was so strait laced.

He quickened his pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Pleasure surged through his veins, his cock throbbing inside you as he neared his release. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice strained with desire.

With one final, powerful thrust, Mordecai pushed you over the edge, his name tumbling from your lips in a breathless cry. He followed suit, his body tensing as he spilled himself deep inside you, marking you as his own. He collapsed against your back, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pressed kisses to the nape of your neck.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" Mordecai held you close, his nose nuzzled into your neck. He could himself twitch within you.

Laughing softly you shook your head as you curled your body into his chest. "You did not hurt me Mordecai....so don't worry." You cupped his cheek as he closed his eyes leaning into your palm.

"Thank you."

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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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