#nicodeme savoy headcanons

[ritzy-reminiscence]

─♣️─ Lackadaisy : Shut-Eye²

⸝⸝ tl;dr : continuing on the shnor mimimimi headcanons from this post ! features the savoys, mordecai heller, mitzi may, and the lackadaisy band as a bonus !

🍺 Nicodeme Savoy + Serafine Savoy

I feel like, after trudging around in the bayous and the swamps and sleeping wherever their exhausted bodies drop on for most of their childhood, the Savoys are extremely picky about their sleeping accomodations.

Think of satin sheets, smooth as cream and fine as silk; embroidered pillows bursting with cotton and feathers; blankets upon comforters upon quilts; mattresses so fluffy and soft you sink into it upon contact. The Savoys demand the best when it comes to their beds, and considering their reputation around Marigold, I doubt anyone is brave (or stupid) enough to contradict their wishes.

And it would be alright if they actually slept in it but like .. they just don't .. well, most of the time, anyways.

Their evenings are spent not in their castle-worthy beds but rather in the Marigold room, chatting and smoking and drinking until the chickens start to crow. And even when Marigold ushers its last guests out the door, a couple dozen liquor bottles and boxes of party food somehow finds it way up the Savoys' suite, where the distinct beats of drums and gossip thrums in the room long after the sun rises.

Honestly, I'm surprised they can manage to go on rumrunning duty after getting shitfaced drunk the night (and day) before 💀

And when they do get to sleep, Serafine in particular really likes the windows thrown open to catch the nighttime breeze. It reminds her of the gales that go through the bayou when she and Nicodeme were lost in there, and as much as she hated every other aspect of the bayou, the gales specifically gave her a bit of comfort during those times.

Nicodeme's a blanket hogger. That's it. That's the post.

ALSOO ,, their room in the mornings is just . Eugh .

Littered with cigarette butts, burned-through matches, half-drunk bottles of gin and whiskey and whatever they could smuggle out of the speakeasy; pillows everywhere, the mattress hanging by a thread on the bedframe, and the sheets all nestled around Nicodeme while he sleeps on his back with his hands clasped together like a princess and while Serafine is 0.5 inches away from falling off the bed.

I just want to address a personal apology to whoever cleans their room up when they're gone because I know damn well the Savoys aren't doing it 💀💀

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🪓 Mordecai Heller

On nights when he's on "Asa's Shadow" duty, I'd say that Mordecai wouldn't really collapse on his bed from exhaustion the second after Marigold closes down and he's free from all the musical notes and murmurs and shrieks of laughter that he's been enduring all night.

If anything, I think he'd really take the time to unwind and calm down. He'd sit at his kitchen table and drink some tea, maybe cook up a couple of slices of French toast to fill his stomach as he never really eats anything that's served at Marigold -- he thinks too many people have touched it and it makes him feel all .. icky.

He'd also spend just a pinch of time cleaning the house; nothing too big, just rearranging some books in the shelves, sweeping the floors and wiping dust off the windowsills and tables.

Oh, and he'd read books before sleeping as well. Thick ones. Hardcover ones. He wouldn't read new books or books that he's put off reading because of his workload, but rather one that he's familiar with. Something he's read so many times that, at this point, he could recite it cover to cover without needing to look. In his mind, it helps him relax and destress because of the comforting familiarity of the paragraphs, the unsurprising and mundane words that his eyes had glossed over so many times before, the feel of the worn pages that his fingers had held and brushed too many times to count.

(Do I want to be a book? Yes. Yes, I do.)

As being a tuxedo cat means getting hot easily -- and that's a massive yikes for Mordecai -- I think that he sets the blanket aside and sleeps without one during the summer. Or if the night is chilly enough to warrant the presence of a blanket, he'd use a thin one, or he'd just wear pajamas and a long-sleeved top.

And I'd say Mordecai sleeps on his stomach, with his arms all wrapped around a pillow. Something about the way the soft, slow breeze of the fan hits the fur his back lulls him into a slumber like no other. Plus, it keeps him from feeling too hot and sweaty.

Tl;dr : Cold pillows, cold sheets, cold room for Mordecai. Anything other than that and he'd much rather sleep outside than have a single bead of sweat show up on his body during the night 💀

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🍷 Mitzi May

Oh honey .. Mitzi does not sleep well, that's all I can tell ya'.

In the timeline of the comic, I'd say that Mitzi rarely gets any sleep, and that she manages to get through the day with a conconction of the strongest coffee she could find mixed with whatever leftover beer she could spare.

Atleast, during the daytime, she has Rocky's shenanigans to keep her mind occupied. But once the sun sets and Mitzi climbs the narrow stairs to the third floor of the cafe's building .. it all just starts to unfold and her facade gives way to weary sighs and smudged mascara.

(Alright, that's enough angst )

On nights where it's not so bad, Mitzi would spend most of her time in Atlas's old office, talking to his painting and keeping him updated on what's happening. By this point his painting has become a diary for her, and although she knew it was stupid, she couldn't help but confide everything to it, as if it were a best friend. Even though his painting never moved, never talked, never offered any words of comfort, Mitzi always finds herself calmer afterwards.

Then she'd go into their - her - bedroom, and she'd start cleaning herself up. She'd do it slow, like it was her first time handling all the creams and washes on her vanity table. For Mitzi, this was when she really feels at peace. When it's just her, her cold creams, and the hum of the building's old heating system running in the walls. There was something in the soft, sure way she kept herself clean that made everything just a bit more bearable.

Mitzi likes to sleep on her side, with a huge pillow right besides for her to hold. Regardless of the weather, she'd keep herself under the covers. She falls asleep pretty easily, but on the nights where her troubles become too much to bear, she just stares at the lights of the buildings across the street, watching each window turn from gold to black, and play a little game with herself in which she tries to fall asleep before the light in the last window turns off.

Unorthodox, but it works everytime.

And in the morning, Mitzi finds herself with a little bit more willpower to carry on than the night before.

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🎷 Lackadaisy Speakeasy House Band (Bonus !)

I've read somewhere that Zib lives in the same building as the rest of the band so ..

Let's just say their landlord hates them. It's bad enough that the sounds of their instruments creaking and groaning along the tight squeezes of the hallway was enough to drive anyone up a wall, but do they really have to rehearse in their rooms, too?

And don't get me started when they having a little (BIG) jamming session. Like, yeah, they sound good at first but eventually it all just devolves into a cacophony of god-awful squeals from someone's saxophone.

Zib himself sleeps on his bed (a thin mattress on a rickety old bedframe .. someone get him a proper bed please .) most of the time, but every now and then the band likes to crash at his room for shits and giggles.

Cue Zib tangled up with Sy on the floor, with Ben sleeping on the bed like he owns the place, and J.J. and Mozzie snoozing in the makeshift bed they made pushing two old couches together.

Hey, atleast they pay their rents on time .. right ?

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[angelltheninth]

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

[multi-fandom-imagine]

[Key]

-💕means it has sexual content/Implied sexual content..

-💔means it is an angst fic

-😍means it is a family fic

-💘means it is an angst fic with a happy ending.

-🚫means it contains a Trigger Warning.

-➤

─ ★

─ ★Dorian "Zib" Zibowski

Zib in a Rut blurbs-💕

Men who moan

"i can hold the whole world in my hands"

─ ★Sedegewick "Wick" Sable

Wick in a rut blurb-💕

Men who whimper

"i can hold the whole world in my hands"

─ ★Calvin "Freckle" Allen McMurray

Freckle in a rut blurbs-💕

Freckle with a clingy s/o

─ ★Rocky Rickaby

Rocky in a rut blurbs-💕

want a romantic Rocky x male!reader

"i can hold the whole world in my hands"

Men who moan.

Rocky as a girl dad

Rocky with a shy!fem reader.

Rocky noticing his S/O is in heat

Rocky with a clingy s/o

─ ★Viktor Vasko

Viktor in a Rut blurbs-💕

"i can hold the whole world in my hands"

Viktor in a relationship with a crybaby!Reader.

Viktor sharing the reader with Mordecai

Viktor having a child that's a runt

Viktor with twin girls

do Viktor x reader, like where his wife is pregnant

─ ★Mordecai Heller

Mordecai in a rut blurbs-💕

"i can hold the whole world in my hands"

Mordecai sharing the reader with Viktor

Mordecai having a child that's a runt.

Mordecai Heller x pregnant!Reader

Mordecai having a child who is just chaos incarnate like Rocky.

Second time's the charm

Mordecai with a pregnant reader

─ ★Nicodeme Savoy

Nico rut hc's

─ ★Images I happen to like!

-➤- 1:

-➤- 2: Humanized Mordecai and Viktor

-➤- 3: Baby rocky and Freckle, baby mordecai

-➤- 4:Valentines cards

-➤- 5: Valentines cards { Pt2}

-➤- 6: Humanized Zib / Zib { i love him so much }

-➤-7:Viktor in a suit 🥰

-➤-8: this and this...no words

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[lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit]

I'm so glad I found your account! You guys are very talented <33

I know canonically Mortdecai isn't, uh, amazing with kids but what if a Marigold members daughter started hanging around the building (like Ivy did when she was younger) and she reminded Mortdecai of one of his sisters (Esthers moodiness or Roses cheeriness)? I'd love some headcanons about the scenario^^

I wasn't going to write this until later but I absolutely had to jump ahead of schedule and write this because it nagged at my mind almost all week. You even started an AU for the other mods and I, anon. This little idea is so tasty and adfghfgferhrj

You are the biggest brain and I hope you don't mind that me and Iphiko (and maybe even Rory!) had a little taste of this drink ourselves first. Different bottle, don't worry, we haven't touched any of what's in your hand right now

Also thank you so much for your kind words! I'm really glad you guys are enjoying these things (as if the inbox flooding wasn't proof enough), it makes us Lackadaisy Moonshiners so happy and gives me an excuse to keep writing. You're all awesome!

At first, it almost stings. He still remembers Ivy, after all; her wandering around following Viktor or whoever caught her eye whenever she could. It was cute. Adorable, even.

But Mordecai seems to be the target of this little beast's attention. And no amount of waving her off, gently pushing her away with his foot or annoyed threats will get her to pick someone else.

The Savoys are enamored with the little bugger. Serafine started calling her "Bébé Couteau" (Baby Knife) after being allowed to teach her some knife tricks (why Asa let them put a knife in the hands of a kitten, Mordecai will never know) and Nico picked up the habit of startling the little girl by picking her up and spinning with her...Which slowly evolved into throwing her across the bloody bar into Serafine's arms after an accident that resulted in the kitten getting yeeted by a distracted Nico (apparently she loved it (and to Serafine's credit, she ran like Hell to catch her); so it's not exactly safe but it's okay??)

Several speakeasy attendees mistake her to be Mordecai's kitten since she's always hanging around him (and especially so if she's a Tuxedo cat). It probably doesn't help that he loudly objects to the twins throwing the kitten back and forth like a football and has even ripped her out of their arms once or twice

They also (correctly) assume that he calls the shots when it comes to her. If she's making trouble or is heading somewhere that she shouldn't be, someone has to work up the courage to tell that ferocious shadow of Asa's. It's him, the queen cat that looks like she's constantly considering stabbing you or the heartthrob at the bar vicious son of a bitch who always looks like he knows that he's better than you

It's an unspoken rule between the three that Mordecai's word is law when it comes to the kitten. He hates this and is sure that they just use this as another excuse to tease him.

Asa scares the Hell out of the poor little thing. He tried greeting her once and she burst into tears and ran to Mordecai so he could protect her. The twins thought this was hysterical: the kitten adores the ground Mordecai walks on, laughs at Serafine's threats and thinks Nico throwing her at a soft target as hard as he can is the bee's knees; but Asa Sweet-the big fat cat with the softest features out of all of them-scares the living daylights out of her.

Mordecai thinks the kitten has a good judge of character sometimes. If it wasn't for her love of the chaotic duo he'd say that out loud

They brought the kitten along to a "meeting" once when she were sick with a fever. She cried when Mordecai left the car and Serafine refused to leave until she was comforted or at least sleeping, so (after some arguing and sweet-talking) Mordecai went back for her. When he didn't leave the vehicle for a few minutes, the Savoys went on without him.

They came back to find him reading a book, the kitten snuggled up against his side and sound asleep tucked under his coat and arm. The soft look in Morde's eye told Nico that maybe this wasn't the time to be teasing him.

This didn't stop Serafine. Mordecai hasn't heard the end of that event. (Asa also gave him some Hell for leaving the twins to do the dirty work, but Serafine and Nico shut him down pretty quickly-they found whatever crate he wanted, no witnesses are around to tell the tale, the job was done just fine and the kitten needed him more than they did. Shut up, Mr. Sweet.)

Whoever's daughter the kitten is, they'd better learn to deal with Mordecai becoming her guardian angel of death. If she doesn't have a parent and just wandered in somehow, she's gonna end up with something better: an aunt that'll teach her to kill and how to stay strong, an uncle that'll toss her around like a hot potato and teach her to be fearless and another uncle that'll pretend to not care for her until someone looks at her the wrong way.

Mordecai, Serafine and Nico. Probably the worst-fitting cats to be any kind of parental figures, yet ones that will guard a mutually-adopted kitten until their final breaths-whether they'll admit to it or not.

#🖋 mod ille #Mordecai Heller #Serafine Savoy #Nicodeme Savoy #Headcanon Home Brew #headcanon #Lackadaisy #Feel free to ask any of us for more because I adore this concept so much you have no idea #Anyone asking for a continuation will get it on the house if I pick it up

[unproduciblesmackdown]

set out to create a serious, canonesque drawing with which to say "feel free to go in my lackadaisy tag and help me mystery speculate" but only got going when i made it bowling and the rarepair agenda

#not that i imagine anything w/mordecai's Rare so much as: diluted range of possibilities lol. probably someones on that mordecai/virgil life #when it turns out it takes several tries to start to get more solid footing at drawing characters for the first time: What The????? #i actually don't think i ever tried drawing lackadaisy before; against all odds....if i had i would've had a head start lol #lackadaisy #corned beef #any collectively used pairing name here? mordenico? nicodecai? in absence of otherwise Knowing: #nicodeme savoy #mordecai heller #me in '07 going oh my GOD this ART!!!! me in '23 going oh my GOD this ART!!!! & guess how i've always felt years in between #goddd perusing the gallery bonus art afresh recently just like WOWWW i'm SOOO #the collages of full-body drawings for book purchases i think like my GOD i love to see it. plus that the Extra Stuff gallery means there's #such a variety like. stuff that's clearly noncanon; stuff that could be / kinda is; jokes; portraits; story / characters insight....waaughh #also shoutout to everyone behind all the mordecais in KS Backer Art 1 & 2 like ''sexy mordecai please'' apparently lmao. hell yeah #anyways my Marigold Bowling Team headcanons are simple and straightforward: nicodeme w/the muscle can get a strike from the force of having #hit one pin that smashes into all the others; but don't underestimate his versatility. mordecai with the precision / method & absolutely #who you want trying to hit the only pin left on the lane. serafine's got like serpentine curveballs changing velocity halfway down the lane #and they've All got pointing a gun at the people setting pins / returning balls b/c that wasn't automated back in the twenties #back when everyone had customized printed tees....oh fun fact. a real live kitty cat crinkled that first pic's paper by jumping on it #or really; ricocheting off of it. classic #also the ''i want people to seriously consider nicodeme/mordecai. but also sillily'' purposes have me using Close Contact as a shorthand #it's earnest and can sure be [longhand] too but you go ''You Could Never HC Datingly Affection ft. An Always Touch Averse Character'' & i? #well i scoff derisively and slowly swivel my chair around to face you; arms crossed; smhing....hah. how greatly you underestimate my power. #you're throwing [hcs for a romance ft. an autistic character] & [that ft. an asexual character] & i'm grabbing them midair & Sips Them #ha ha why these replenish my health And experience bars.... #Never Be Afraid To Forget To Draw Mordecai's Glasses Or That You Also Put Your Thumb In A Bowling Ball....he's warming up. or w/e. #nicodeme w/the boxing experience shoulders massage trope. giving that pep talk #or you can go ''get a strike or we kill you'' b/c you never have to find out if he's joking or not #mordecai unfazed b/c that's the stakes in this business (bowling) & he's autistic so always having to ignore Everyone being weird/confusing #haven't come up with a lackadaisy's team bowling pun name lol. #still feel free to go in my lackadaisy tag and help me brainstorm mitzi n mordecai's murder mystery ;w; enrichment

[bloodhoundini]

Besides Rocky, I believe that Nico would also have such a tight (much more stronger) grip around you when sleeping and or cuddling, usually the big spoon, soft yet deep purrs leaving from his throat and his legs tangled with yours as he lovingly squeezes you and only somewhat makes it hard to breathe. He's not adamant on wanting to keep you extremely close to him or makes any noises that indicate that he's not a fan of you trying to slightly wiggle out of his embrace unlike a certain someone.

(*cough*Rocky-*cough*)

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy cats #boozecats #lackadaisy x reader #lackadaisy headcanons #headcanons #nicodeme lackadaisy #nicodeme savoy

[a-libra-writes]

hello, you can be a widow reader who has three children, since her husband died at the hands of the mafia, but then the reader meets Niko, but did not know that he was a killer, the children liked him, one of the children asked the reader "is this our new dad?" and one son) (lacadeisi)

This was interesting to write ~ And im weak to kiddos haha. Enjoy~

Look, Nicodeme Savoy is always ready to comfort a lady in distress, especially one this pretty. The fact you're a widow and a little older than him isn't a bother at all, nor are the rugrats you mentioned. He's not bothered by kids - well, he doesn't really think of them, and he doesn't intend for this relationship to be anything more than helping a poor maman relax at the end of her workweek.

When he first visits the house, he can't actually recall how many kids you mentioned. Two, four ...? Oh, three. That's a lot for one parent, no wonder you're always leaning on him and looking so tired. He takes their excitement in stride, letting the kittens climb on him and ask a million questions. He's very interesting to them; this big man with a strange accent and nice way of talking. All it takes is a story about swamps and gators and a little magic, and they're totally distracted so you can slip upstairs and get ready for your date.

His sister just loves teasing him about his "older woman" (not that you're much older than them) and how she'll make him "settle down". He takes it in stride, because Serafine has always loved teasing him about his paramours, and he gives the same sass about whatever lady has caught her eye this week. She finds it mildly interesting that he's still dating you after months, but still doesn't think much of it.

Eventually, you'll tell Niko what happened to your former husband. You still aren't aware of what his job is, and welllll, the way he figures it... He's not exactly the same. He's not even that loyal to the Marigold gang, so it's not the same as the mafia. What you don't know what hurt you, he thinks. Serafine warns Niko about keeping his petite maman in the dark, but but only once or twice. If it's time for a job, she's absolutely going to pick his ass up in their expensive car while she's dressed in a suit and Mordecai sulking in the back. Niko can explain his shit to you later.

He doesn't have any plans to babysit or intentionally spend time with the kiddos - as in, anytime he's out with you and the kids, it's incidental. Usually he shows up to the house early and figures he'll go along on a quick grocery trip or help you clean up the table. It gets him closer to the date he showed up for, and puts him in your good graces. Win, win, he figures. If the little girl wants to put some bows in his tail while he waits for you, or the boys ask him to throw a ball a few times, that's easy enough to do.

Once, the youngest asked if he was their father now - you were embarrassed, but Niko just laughed and said nope. He's certainly old enough to be one, but noooope. When he's out with you and the little ones and a passerby comments on "his" pretty children - even if they look nothing like him - Niko just laughs and says something absurd. They're just some hobos following you two around, they're some kiddos he's kidnapped for the circus, they're for sale, etc.

He doesn't initiate any overt affection or hanky panky while the kids are around, but he can keep from giving you a kiss on the cheek when he comes in and getting a little handsy if they're in the other room. Many times you've reminded him to wait until the kids are in bed, though they aren't stupid. Unfortunately any relatives who ask what they've been up might end up hearing about "mama's kissing friend" who comes by in the evening. Yeah, might have to do some explaining about that ...

(If the person whose watching the kids disapproves of him, Niko is 100% going to give them a smirk and wink when your back is turned.)

One time he picked up the kids from the sitter, rolling up in the juiced-up expensive Marigold car, with Serafine grinning and smoking in the other seat. Niko acted like nothing was strange - like his bandaged hands - just that he was here to pick up "les petite puces", and you were expecting him back soon.

Yes he drives WAY too fast back to your place, with the windows down, to the kiddo's delight. They're a giggling windblown mess by the time they're home.

#nicodeme savoy x reader #nico savoy x reader #lackadaisy x reader #libra headcanons

[star-writez]

Hello! May I request some romantic headcannons with Nicodeme Savoy? Thank you for your time, Have a lovely day/afternoon/evening!

(Sorry I didn’t get back sooner I didn’t see the request right anyways let’s get on with the hcs!)

-doesn’t matter how you met but the moment he saw you he will automatically start flirting-

-it can get somewhat annoying at times but soon you get used to it-

-after many attempts you finally give in and let him take you on a date-

-just remember to keep your expectations low cause these dates are far from fancy-

-but yk I guess it’s the thought that counts-

-after a few dates he will ask you to be his partner-

-if you say yes he will be very excited-

-doesn’t get jealous too much-

-but when he does sometimes he will pick you up and take you away from the person you’re talking to-

-and if they flirt with you he will become extra jealous-

-also is VERY affectionate-

-will give you lots of cuddles and tight hugs-

-just be careful that he doesn’t squeeze you to death-

-one of his favorite things to do is to show you off to other cats-

-it gives him a big ego boost and makes him happy-

-also if you’re in danger he will become very protective-

-if you got shot he will stop what he’s doing run over and help you-

-he truly loves you and doesn’t want to lose you-

-also if you’re ever sad he will give you lots of cuddles-

-he NEVER wants you to be sad-

-and if someone ever bullies you-

-well let’s just say most of there bones will broken-

-also when he wants attention he will become more affectionate then usual-

-will literally hug you from behind and give you kisses and little bites on you’re neck-

(That’s all I could think of I hope you all enjoyed and thanks for reading!)

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[samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires]

So, that anon that suggested Nico being a dog person gave me an idea: Imagine him having this huge pitbull he found as a stray, and naming it Gator.

AWWWWWWWWW

cuteness overload!!! Nico snuggling up to Gator and loving on him like he's the bestest boy in the world (he is) and just basically being so frickin' sweet to him.

my heart <3 perfect way to end the night.

Gnight y'all! <3

#lackadaisy #nicodeme savoy #lackadaisy nico #headcanons #lackadaisy headcanons #ask #answered ask #thanks for the ask! <3 #original post #samantha screeches

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Roark "Rocky" Rickaby:

Two Maniacs in Love 💜 (8 April 2024)

Rags and Riches 🧡 (30 March 2024)

Cuddling with Rocky 💜(21 February 2024)

Calling Rocky by his full name 🖤 (18 Jan 2024)

First Date 🖤 (9 Jan 2024)

Kissing: Rocky Rickaby🖤 (27 Dec 2023)

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Saint Louis Solidago 💜 (18 Dec 2023)

Calvin "Freckle" McMurray

This and that 💜 (31 March 2024)

Kissing: Calvin McMurray 🖤 (23 Jan 2024)

Calling Freckle by his full name 🖤 (18 Jan 2024)

Ivy Pepper

...Coming soon!

Mitzy May

...Coming soon!

Viktor Vasko

Calling Viktor by his full name 🖤 (18 Jan 2024)

Dorian "Zib" Zibowski

Zib/Nervous! Reader 🖤 (23 Jan 2024)

Calling Zib by his full name 🖤 (18 Jan 2024)

Sedgewick "Wick" Sable

Calling Sedgewick by his full name🖤 (20 Feb 2024)

Mordecai Heller

Sleeping/Cuddling 💜 (3 April 2024)

Red Marker (Comforting Mordecai after a rough day) 💜 (24 Jan 2024)

Calling Mordecai by his full name 🖤 (18 Jan 2024)

Kissing: Mordecai Heller 🖤 (2 Jan 2024)

Nicodeme "Nico" Savoy

Temptation 🧡 (9 April 2024)

Calling Nico by his full name 🖤 (18 Jan 2024)

Serafine Savoy

Calling Serafine by her full name 🖤 (18 Jan 2024)

Proposal 💜 & 🖤 (29 Dec 2023)

Wes Clyde

Catching Feelings 🖤(30 March 2024)

#lackadaisy x reader #rocky rickaby x reader #mordecai heller x reader #calvin mcmurray x reader #ivy pepper x reader #dorian zibowski x reader #sedgewick sable x reader #nicodeme savoy x reader #serafine savoy x reader #mitzy may x reader #viktor vasko x reader #lackadaisy rocky x reader #lackadaisy mordecai x reader #lackadaisy calvin x reader #lackadaisy ivy x reader #lackadaisy sedgewick x reader #lackadaisy zib x reader #lackadaisy nico x reader #lackadaisy serafine x reader

[ritzy-reminiscence]

ೀ⋆｡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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how do all the lackadaisy characters react to getting sick/how do the handle the situation. Thanks!! :3c

Lumping these two asks together as they are the same request. Ask and ye shall receive! (A collaborative effort between multiple of our authors as it does involve the whole cast.)

ROCKY

Sick? What do you mean sick. In his over twenty-two years of living thus far he's never been sick once. He has the immune system of a titan, what are you talking about.

Questions he whilst leaning heavily on the bar counter for support lest he is knocked to the ground in a feverish pile by this sudden earthquake that apparently no one else is noticing like seriously you guys shouldn't we evacuate the place?!

In his defense, he's right about one thing: illness seems to avoid him as prevalently and miraculously as death itself. He could get stuck in the rain, take cold mud baths, sleep outside in winter snow, hug someone with Spanish flu, taste the pavement of a rat-infested alley and drink raw sewage and still come out of it all fit as a fiddle.

(Whether he carries anything is a different question, though with the various microorganisms inside him he seems to live in an overwhelmingly peaceful coexistence.)

But every rule has exceptions. And since he frequently does end up in all those situations, when once a millennium he comes down with something it's hard to tell the cause.

How he handles it can be summed up in a short answer of: he doesn't. He refuses to acknowledge it until he's physically incapacitated. If asked about it he keeps insisting that he's fine, a-okay, dandy as can be, never has existed a more invigorated healthy young man on Earth. At best he may invent a perfectly unconvincing excuse, like allergies acting up. (Inside underground caves. In winter. When he's never been allergic to anything in his entire life.)

Aside from perhaps unsuccessfully forbidding him from causing more grievous disturbances than usual, people usually opt to just leave him to it, because once he's set his mind on being "fine" logical reasoning and sound advice are only breath wasted. Ever well-intentioned, Mitzi still tells him to get some rest every now and then, yet keeps stumbling into the boy as he's fumbling through whatever that unresting intent has currently possessed him to be doing.

This wouldn't be such an issue with, say, a cold, because regardless of his masochistic eagerness for activity it inevitably does pass, but if it's something that necessitates any amount of bedrest... well, good luck.

For one he hasn't really a place to rest. I mean... there's the car. No one but Ivy at the Lackadaisy seems to know he technically lives in there, and he's not too enthusiastic to disclose it himself; besides anywhere else actually suitable, like in Mitzi's apartment, he'd just feel like a capital nuisance.

But let's suppose a scenario with the ideal location and someone who cares enough to stick by and ensure he actually does stay put. Shouldering such a responsibility, they must be prepared for a minimum of two things.

For one: he's going to be even more unbearably talkative than usual. Because what else is there left for a restless spirit if the flesh is restrained? Nothing but to complain and lament and versify and prattle on incessantly about whatever comes careening hither along a changeful stream of consciousness. Albeit unwittingly, driving others insane with his aimless rambling is how he keeps himself... well, something.

It's like if his mind had to stop running at maximum speed for just a few minutes it would promptly crash for good. Which, for all we know, may really be the case.

(This is just my two cents, but: I think giving him drawing implements and a coloring book or just plain paper might keep him very nicely occupied, as well as relatively quiet. Be sure to provide plenty of paper though, if you don’t want him to start drawing on other things not meant to be drawn on when the supply runs out like an unsupervised kid... unless you welcome the idea of your walls and furniture being covered in doodles.)

The other, possibly more arduous challenge is keeping him inside the room in the first place. Not understanding nor agreeing with his special treatment largely experienced as imprisonment on his end, he seizes each arising opportunity to attempt to weasel away somehow.

And he's a trained escape artist.

Watch him closely but look away for even a second, and you'll find no trace of him left in the room when you look back. Lock him in there, he'll pick the lock in a pinch - or attempt the window, which depending on the floor number may carry various levels of risk. Tie him down (because you're getting desperate by now) and you're likely to stumble into him minutes later by the front door, having already wriggled his way out. Doesn’t matter which knot was used, he knows most of them by heart. (And even if he didn’t happen to, he’s resourceful enough.)

Like I’ve said before, he perseveres in resisting his confinement for as long as he's capable of moving his limbs around and some vague semblance of coherent thought. Even with his brains cooking with delirium one may have to rescue him as he's crawling along on the floor dragging with him the tangle of blankets he was last left swaddled in, not entirely clear on what direction he's headed but by all means dedicated.

He's not above manipulation either, in order to divert his warden’s attention or make them relinquish his firm supervision rooted in concern for his well-being. Because it's not like he's concerned about it; so why should anyone else be? In addition he's unshakably certain that his role in the Lackadaisy's rumrunning force as well as there in general is absolutely vital and requires that he always be available for employment regardless of if he’s even in a proper state for it. (Just look at the latest comic arc, for crying out loud.)

But psst. Here's a little personal tip, for (Y/N) specifically. If reasonable advice hits deaf ears, and cuffing him to a bedpost yields little results other than another mildly baffling escape attraction, there remains one other thing to try with better chances of success... a more hands-on approach, if you catch my drift.

(Cuddling. I'm talking about cuddling. If you've got a good grip on this string bean of a man he is certainly not going anywhere so long as you're vigilant. Doing so, of course, means risking your own health, which he won't fail to coyly point out either; but he'll otherwise put up minimal resistance and ultimately cave in because God knows he’s touch deprived and doesn't get held enough otherwise. Well, by not enough I mean not at all, ever. But that's exactly why it's a good thing you're here, isn't it?)

Overall, as amusing of a story collection to recount as his commonly absurd ailing escapades might provide later down the line, the fact that they very rarely happen is no doubt for the best. He engages in enough troublesome shenanigans as is.

FRECKLE

Surprisingly pragmatic about it. Yep. He's getting symptoms. Looks like he contracted something.

Best be careful about it... mostly because Nina wouldn't allow him running himself ragged anyhow.

Along with other moral virtues he's had honesty drilled into him from kittenhood. And although it's not always an option in... other matters... he's upfront about how he's feeling physically if not much else, and eventually does come to terms with it. (Once he’s confirmed with certainty that it’s not just the general nauseated feeling he gets whenever he thinks too deeply about his “work” nowadays.)

He doesn't want to infect other people, or incur the stern concern of his mother, so at the very least he stays around the house, doing small, mostly undemanding chores. He's aware it's not expected of him nor recommended, but he has a bit of restlessness to him too.

Mostly because, were it bad enough to confine him to bed in a blanketed bundle of suffering incarnate, all he'd be able to think about is that God's wrath finally caught up with him for being a horrible person and this was part of his rightful punishment. Even worse if he got a nasty fever; it's like he's already burning in Hell.

Distractions may be scarce, but if he's been told off from chores for sneezing on the washing-up or exhausting himself with much too overzealous hammering, he opts to read instead. Over the years he's amassed quite the collection of books, renowned classics and youth literature, and most of them still give off the fluttering remnants of a good kind of nostalgia when flipping through the pages.

And besides, immersing himself in someone else's story is far more pleasant than fretting over his own current predicaments.

Some company, from a safe distance of course, will do him wonders as well. Nina is not the most conversational woman around, and aside from checking on him regularly and ensuring his wellbeing they don't make much meaningful contact.

Rocky likely pops in from time to time however, forever enthused to just run his mouth for as long as allowed, and although he may get a bit too bombastic for Calvin's comparative lack of vitality sometimes he appreciates the distraction more than he's able to express it. And, believe it or not, it's not entirely one-sided either. Rocky has developed a keen sense for his quiet cousin's intent to contribute and will more than gladly listen to what he has to say.

He’ll also forward Ivy’s wishes for Calvin to get well soon as she’s just dying to be able to meet with him at the speakeasy again. (Definitely also attaches a teasing remark or two to the message.) Then he’s eventually ushered out by Nina and as soon as his hasty goodbyes are swallowed by the outdoors Calvin finds himself missing the noise already.

The paralyzed stillness of being sick gets to him a lot more than it shows… seeing as it leaves him a little too alone with his own mind. So he sinks into the comfort of old books until he’s incapacitated by a headache and sore eyes, and diligently rakes those seven leaves that had gathered across the back lawn since he last attended to them two hours before, and lingers outside in the garden until warmer hues overtake a sun-painted sky and the evening chill starts to bite, taking in all things green and alive and in motion to remind himself that he’s not a walking corpse. Not yet, anyway.

Due to his mom’s supervision as well as his own eagerness to follow instructions in order to escape his personal limbo as soon as possible, he does tend to recover fairly fast; and he’s a pretty hardy young lad, thank goodness, so it’s all quite uncommon of an ordeal. In short it’s back to the ol’ grindstone in a jiffy; you know, the kind of grindstone that pulverizes mortal lives and churns out dripping blood.

But hey, best not stop and mull over it too long.

IVY

Oh, it's a nightmare for her.

You mean she can't go out in the evenings anymore? Can't go shopping with friends? Can't procure booze with her criminal coworkers? Can't attend dates with her cute new boyfriend? (Well, those last two are one and the same, really.)

These are all vital activities for a young woman like her to pursue! What else is she supposed to do? Rot in her room and steer clear of all fun whilst everyone else keeps going on with their lives?!

Some flimsy cold is nowhere near enough to keep her away from the beloved Lackadaisy. She can still man the café counter with a little sniffle (taking care to sneeze on no one's food) or look absolutely gorgeous on the dancefloor decked in glimmering pearls and feathers with a slightly paler constitution. But if it's bad enough that she simply must stay put...

During classes the still life of an empty dormitory fills with upbeat contemporary tunes from her bedstand radio as she lies upon crumpled bedsheets, clad in her prettiest pajamas, surrounded by an almost ritualistic circle of tissues and magazines whilst flipping through one of the latter with her legs girlishly dangling in the air. This is likely the scene any visitors are greeted by as well.

She looks like she's coping rather well... until verbal contact ensues and she begins her long string of complaints about how she's feeling utterly miserable. Runny nose, sore throat, grating cough, an unshakable sense of fatigue and she can't even go anywhere! Her classmates are off studying or having fun themselves (as well as deliberately avoiding contact with her for obvious reasons), and she's got nothing to look at but patterned wallpaper and pictures of pretty clothes she currently can't even visit the boutiques for.

But once the grievances are shared she promptly guides the spotlight in their direction, upon which they are to share every last bit of information and news about all most recent ongoings in the world of the healthy. It is a requirement (she will not let them go until they oblige), but also an opportunity; they're welcome to spill the beans on how their week has been and any noteworthy things that happened to them and also to just chat with her about whatever else comes up in the process.

Another way she keeps herself involved with the outside world is through the telephone. The local operator can already tell if she's under the weather by the prevalence of hearing her slightly weathered, juvenile voice squeak for connection to mostly one line throughout the day.

Her calls may also be scheduled to a certain hour so that everyone can come up to Mitzi's office and say hi. That "everyone" overwhelmingly ends up being Rocky, who lingers around there a bit more insistently than usual nearing that time frame and never fails to make his presence known by shouting his own greetings and cheerful encouragements of perseverance into the receiver.

She always asks him about Viktor and Calvin since the former disappointingly refuses to engage with her calls, and the latter doesn't visit because boys aren't allowed in the dormitory... and because he's afraid of catching her sickness. (What a chicken.)

You’d better believe they both get a scolding once she’s recovered for not contacting her at all… though you can’t really stay mad at sheepishly apologetic, babyfaced Freckle McMurray, now can you

Supposing the presence of company who’s emotionally close enough, she may also get clingy in the physical sense. Yes, she knows it’s not very courteous to rub your germs all over someone, but oh, her head is just killing her and she’s exhausted and achy and utterly sick of being sick, hence she desperately needs to rest her chin on someone’s shoulder and latch onto their soft warmth. Really, they brought this upon themselves by daring to enter the sniffly lion cub’s den. Now they’re likely not allowed to move for… let’s say the next two hours. Alternatively, until she has to go to the bathroom or ask them to get her something to drink.

Yes, she’s a bit of a princess; and especially when she’s miserable she may occasionally indulge in showering a willing servant with her various requests. Fetch her this, throw away that, bring hot chocolate and snacks, take out the trash, give her attention. But how could you say no to those big, innocent eyes?

If it’s a schoolmate she will absolutely persuade them to skip their classes for the day and spend time with her instead, offering cuddles and gossip. Forgetting, or ignoring rather, that not everyone can afford to be so lax about their education. Though surely, full-time service as a personal maid slash stuffed animal is making a much better use of their time. She promises to do the same when they inevitably catch the illness themselves, if that’s any consolation.

Nightly adventures and consequent loss of sleep aside, she takes decent care of herself overall, so the understimulating agony of quarantined solitude luckily isn’t something she suffers more of than the average person… albeit that little she’s an expert at suffering luxuriously.

VIKTOR

No, he's not sick, you're just lying. The great, the indomitable, the fierce Viktor Vasco never gets sick.

Denial is definitely a big part of it. He will not admit to getting sick until he's too weak to stand, and even then he'll fight anyone who tries to get him to rest.

The boredom is somehow scarier than actual health concerns. Staying at home and being too ill to do anything except think means he'll think. And thinking leads to a whole load of other things that he doesn't want to get into.

Essentially, getting sick is a liability to everything, from his job to his sense of self.

However, good luck on trying to make him better. He will also stubbornly refuse any help that comes his way, will slam his door in the doctor's face and threaten to tear apart anyone who so much as suggests getting him medicine.

His colleagues from Lackadaisy have taken to asking Mrs Bapka, his neighbour, to administer anything they want to give him themselves (he will draw a line at punching an old woman and fellow Slovakian immigrant), or Ivy (no one can successfully dispose of Ivy and her headstrong attitude. No one.)

The last person he had actually listened to when he was sick was a certain Mordecai Heller. Needless to say, that's not the case anymore.

Maybe that's what really makes him so grumpy and reluctant.

ZIB

His immune system is either rock hard or absolute dogshit, there is no in-between. He can go through a crowd of cats with nasty 'bouts of the flu without catching it, but gets bedridden by something as small as a head cold.

Said wonky immune system may be because he tends to drink stuff cut with the most ridiculous ingredients (radiator fluid, coffin varnish, paint, water, mud, you name it he's probably tasted it)

When he gets laid up, he gets laid up hard (innuendo not intended). He has to drag himself out of bed during the worst parts of it and may not even bother, electing to curl up and shiver/cry from the pain/die where he's comfortable. His band members have to literally drag him out of there on those days and force food down his throat so he doesn't wither away

Goddammit you lanky noodle bitch look after your sick ass don't make everyone do it for you

MORDECAI

He hates falling ill with a passion. It's one of many reasons he drinks tea so often: if he does get sick, it won't hit him so hard.

He tends to try and shrug off small stuff (runny nose, mild to moderate headache, aches and pains) to go to work anyway; but he's no fool. If he really feels icky he'll stay at home and look after himself. As much as he hates to do it, he's only got one body and somebody has to look after it.

The Savoys bash/tease him relentlessly whenever he comes in sick. If the mild headache becomes something worth staying at home for, they'll go as far as to try and visit him (or get him to come to them). Is it guilt about ragging him about it, them missing him or just boredom? Hard to tell with those two.

Serafine once teased about playing as his "mama" and looking after him until he's better. Mordecai, in his sickness-muddled mind, flew off the handle at her...Though all the Savoys saw was him almost break a glass in his paws before telling them flatly to get out.

Neither one realized Serafine had hit a nerve until he refused to let them in for a few days after. Whether it was something about his past or Serafine betraying his trust to get him into her group, they let it go and pretended nothing happened once he was back in action (though there was a noticeably thicker wall between him and them)

SERAFINE/NICODEME

Meet the "clingy" duo.

They don't get sick often and have impressive immune systems, what with their past roaming the swamps and other dangerous conditions, but when they do? Oh boy...

They'll either cling to each other in private, or play it up and annoy a hapless colleague.

And by "hapless colleague", I mean Mordecai—because of course it is.

Sickness is less of an actual, preventive ailment, but rather an excuse to show off some dramatic acting skills.

"Oh, cher, I simply cannot move until you bring me some nice warm tea and chocolate!"

"If I die, tell the world I was warm and safe, because of our dear ami, Heller..."

"For crying out loud, you've both got nothing but a cold."

They'll still play it up.

Just because your nose is stuffy doesn't mean the rest of you has to be.

The show must go on, mon cher.

WICK

He gets sick really, really easily. He stays up late at night often, so he doesn't get much rest and his immunity suffers for it.

(Licking rock walls probably doesn't help with that. Muffinhead (affectionate))

He still does work and goes out when he's sick, which results in papers with shitty writing and his friends urging him to go and rest up, "we can go with you another day".

When he's not thinking straight he'll whine to Lacie about how no one wants to see him when he's sick; ignoring the fact that she's either making him food, putting a cold cloth on his head or literally came by just to say hi to him

He's a bit dim sometimes, but he's a loveable dim.

The easiest way to see how sick he is is to mention putting the work on pause or crack a joke at his expense. If he rapidly objects to not working or good-naturedly shrugs off the joke, it's a small thing, nothing to worry about. If all he has to say in response to not working is "I can't" and he tries to defend himself from the joke (or even worse, agrees with it), he's feeling god-awful.

Lacie tends to hide the alcohol away until he's feeling better. During the week or so he's really feeling foggy this actually works, since in his addled state he can't properly look for them.

MITZI (BONUS since she's been getting a fair bit of attention)

Mitzi doesn't get sick. She becomes inconvenienced.

She's also a real bitch when she's sick. It's less of a slipping mask and more of a "I can't be nice when my brain feels too big for my skull"

She'll still grin and bear it for Rocky. He's positively devoted to her, after all; the least she can do is swallow her nasty remarks and come up with something softer for him.

Some cats swear that she never falls ill or has anything happen to her...Usually because once it does happen she locks herself in her office and won't open the door if you're not Horatio or Viktor.

If another cat somehow gets through her door, can put up with her attitude swings and goes out of their way to help her through her illness, she may very well open up a little and talk to them easier. Something as small as a cup of tea during a ravenous headache will convince the then-bitchy queen that you're not all bad-and later that since you put up with her ravenous insults and still helped her, maybe you're worth swallowing her pride for and confiding in.

#{ahah!! hello!! Rory here!! so you may notice the slightly uneven distribution of (Y/N) here} #{even in my own parts I left Calvin out of it. the poor boy} #{and Rocky's easily goes over 1k because I got a bit excited. as you may guess he's my favorite} #{but reminder that (granted that requests are open at the time) we're more than happy to provide further servings of any of our concepts} #{more specialized or in-depth or what-have-you} #{although this IS a brew of headcanons. which are usually brief. I just got a tad eager with my first contribution here I suppose} #{hello to our lovely readers by the way!! :3} #{💌 mod rory 💌} #🦉mod iphiko #🖋 mod ille #Headcanon Home Brew #Rocky Rickaby #Calvin “Freckle” McMurray #Ivy Pepper #Viktor Vasko #Dorian “Zib” Zibowski #Mordecai Heller #Serafine Savoy #Nicodeme Savoy #Sedgewick “Wick” Sable #Mitzi May #headcanon #lackadaisy

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what do you think the cat's favorite foods are, obviously excluding rocky and his syrup drowned pancakes?

I don't speak for all the mods, but for me personally...

Ivy has a hankering for sandwiches with lettuce in them. She likes the cronch. (She also used to chew on chicken bones when she was really young (for the same reason), which drove her parents mad.) She's also a really big fan of BLT sandwiches--bonus points if the bacon is really well done and brittle. MORE cronch!

Freckle's got a major sweet tooth, especially for strawberry ice cream. He doesn't react to sweet things as strongly as Rocky reacts to syrup, but he can get sugar highs fairly easily.

Zib just likes food. If it's edible he'll eat it. (He does have a preference for coffee cake, however.)

Wick, surprisingly, doesn't like rock candy. His weak spots are wine gummies and omelets (with or without generous amounts of whiskey in them).

Mordecai, like Zib, doesn't have an outward favourite; yet if he had a choice between breakfast options he'd go for french toast without fail. French toast + morning tea = happy Morde.

(Mordecai also likes ginger tea, yet he tends to avoid it in present days since it holds a stinging reminder of his mother.)

Viktor is a vegetarian. He will eat meat, but he won't be happy about it. (His favourite dish is Caesar salad.)

Mitzi likes eggnog with nutmeg and a pinch of whiskey in it.

The Savoys are ridiculously picky eaters after having to go several days (or even weeks) having to eat whatever they could get their hands on. Nico will only eat deer unless he really has to "look polite", Serafine rejects anything that doesn't have Winchester Sauce on it. If they don't have a choice, they leave. Simple as that.

#🖋 Mod Ille #Lackadaisy #Lackadaisy Cats #Ivy Pepper #Calvin McMurray #Freckle McMurray #Dorian Zibowski #Sedgewick Sable #Mordecai Heller #Viktor Vasko #Mitzi May #Nicodeme Savoy #Serafine Savoy #Headcanon #headcanon home brew

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Perhaps some headcanons of a character of your choosing with a reader who is not only good at karate but using surrounding objects as weapons? Thank you!

Something a little shorter. :)

Nicodeme Savoy had faced off against a great many skilled opponents during his lifetime, not only during his time working for Marigold but also as a wrestler and a street orphan.

But this one was definitely something new.

He first met Y/N on a running mission that should have been easy enough. So easy Mr Sweet had sent him out alone: get the goods, get back without drawing too much attention. It sounded easy.

Clearly, his boss hadn't counted on the sneaky little shadow that had gotten to the secret stash before him.

That first time, all Nico had seen was an empty but clearly searched hiding spot, and a silhouette disappearing over a rooftop with a crate under their arm—how they had gotten up there with it in the first place was beyond him.

Nevertheless, an easy excuse and a largely successful mission the following evening soon wiped all memory of the incident from the Marigold's hive mind and records.

Then Nico met Y/N again.

This time, they got to the location at the same time, and Nico had thought the encounter would be solved easily enough with his own two fists. He was proven surprisingly wrong when he was left sprawled out on the ground with a missing tooth and another missing crate of Marigold cargo.

Nico had never ever been vanquished so brutally, least of all by an opponent smaller than him using a martial technique he somehow had no name for.

(Karate, sources would later tell him, but that still meant next to nothing to him.)

Now it was personal.

Much like how Sherlock had Moriarty, Nicodeme Savoy had this elusive Y/N L/N, an identity only revealed to him by local gossip.

When he realized his hands alone wouldn't do, he turned to guns—and just as easily Y/N turned to fashioning anything they could get their hands on into a shield or even a weapon. Such resilience, such ingenuity, such frustratingly good resourcefulness.

Nico would have been angry if he wasn't so in absolute awe. Those stragglers from Lackadaisy and his evenly-matched spars with his sister were one thing, but Y/N was somehow another entirely.

Y/N was fresh, invigorating, a new challenge. It had been a long time since he was set to chase a brilliant shadow. The adrenaline junkie in him was completely and utterly addicted.

Nico didn't want to get to know Y/N, even if he knew where to find them easily. He liked the thrill, he liked the idea of them. Breaking the spectacle of gunfire, karate chops and cover of darkness would take that all away.

He wasn't ready to let go.

Y/N felt the same way.

"Same time tomorrow?" they called to him one night.

Nico, nursing a black eye, smirked back. "I'll get you, cher," he vowed without much bite to his threat.

He would, one day, if he ever got tired of it.

Until then, he could only watch as Y/N playfully waved and hopped over a wall, another Marigold-bound crate in their possession.

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I adore reading the Headcanons y’all have made so far- if it wouldn’t be too much trouble could I request Nico x Male!University Student Reader?

OK, so I didn't read the ask right the first time and accidentally brewed up a few drops of a oneshot before I realized the order was for a crate of headcanons, so please enjoy this strange new hybrid of drink.

Y/N only came to St Louis for the university… and because his brother had told their mother that it was the safest place to be.

Safe, my ass.

There seem to be criminal activities everywhere he looked, from stolen apples to stolen cars, schoolyard fights to drive by shootings.

No wonder Y/N preferred to stay inside most of the time.

It wasn't too hard to pick out the culprit's either despite adamant police assurance that they had no leads in any of their cases. They were the ones, usually scarred, who willingly chose to linger suspiciously on dangerous street corners, aloof in stance but vigilant in piercing stares.

One of them in particular crossed his eyes often; a white and dove grey tom with a rolling musculature who lingered around the streets. Sometimes he'd be accompanied by someone French whispers between them identified as his sister. Student gossip claimed he was an infamous hijacker from one of the local speakeasies.

It only made the glances and grins he give Y/N that much more sickening to see. As long as he stayed away from the criminal societies of Saint Louis, he'd be fine.

…right…?

"Tutor me."

Y/N had made the grave mistake of sitting too close to the university gates. The smirk of a white faced feline pressed between the bars lining the walls.

"I… what?"

"I can pay. A lot."

"For what?"

"I told you, tutoring. You seem smart enough for the job, and brave. Ain't too many geniuses here who'd even talk to me for this long."

It was only then Y/N realized all his friends had left his side. Cowards. He couldn't blame them, though: he was close to running off himself. The revolver-shaped bulge in the tomcat's pocket made him swallow hard.

"Never was a book kid, never finished school properly either. Serafine said maybe I should take advantage of my stakeouts 'ere to pick up a little. Could be useful. I said I can pay. Deal?"

Y/N was honestly too frightened to say no.

The first week had Y/N panicking and trying to get into a routine.

Nico—or Mr Savoy, as Y/N's terror insisted on calling him—came along every other day, at the same time in the same place. With the barred wall between them, one taught and the other learned.

They went through everything from basic math to spelling, and even a touch of history and literature here and there. It was all a far cry from the master courses Y/N was at the university for in the first place.

Mr Savoy held his end of the bargain; a steady flow of money kept rolling into Y/N's account—god knows how Nico found it in the first place. It was a well paying gig, and for a couple of hours or so a week, it was a good one.

Y/N was never allowed to question his student about anything. He didn't ask where the staggering amount of cash came from, nor what happened when Nico would turn up battere, bruised, and still even bleeding from untended cuts. Y/N had learned the hard way when a worried hand tried to touch one on the back of his hand, and that same hand suddenly flew towards him with a growl. Thank god the metal bars were there.

Nico was smart, although not necessarily in the way Y/N expected. As he had said, Nico wasn't one to bury his head in books. His logic and intelligence was rather rooted in streetsmart instincts and on unbridled confidence, an assurance so sure of himself with every wrong answer that even Y/N had to double check his own lessons and notes. His panic must have showed far more than he had intended it to.

Nico would watch him scramble for his papers with a smirk. "Am I wrong, though?"

"That's not the kind of division I was talking about, Mr Savoy—"

"What will it take you to call me Nico, eh? Anyway, am I still wrong?"

"Technically, it could but—"

"There we go."

"—not in this case. This is mathematical division not literal…body…division, if you know what I mean."

He wondered if Nico was actually listening at all, with his sleazy face propped up on his sleazy paw and the cocky lash of his sharp tongue whipping behind his eyes and with every flick of his tail.

"You're very cute when you're like that, cher," he remarked idly.

Y/N choked on his words.

Nico laughed.

Nico left the lesson full of cheer.

Y/N left it still strangled and red in the face

That was not the first nor the last time Nico pulled similar tricks. Once he seemed to realize Y/N was vastly inexperienced with romance and blushed easily, he flustered him every time he could.

Compliments, fleeting touches, even a teasing kiss on the cheek as a goodbye from time to time.

And Y/N could still not let anything out but stammered nonsense.

He was a disruptive pupil, but not in an endearing and innocent, childish way.

Much more in a… seductive fashion.

Y/N had promised himself (and his whole family) that he wouldn't fall in with the wrong crowd, but Nico…

Oooh, that darn criminal...

He was something else entirely, and Y/N had a feeling he wasn't going to break the chains for a long time yet.

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Friendship headcanons for the Savoy twins?

•Friends? Let's just call it being an overcompensated acquaintance and/or colleague.

•Maybe the camaraderie began during a particularly rowdy evening the Marigold's hard-liquor establishment, following a fight or even a forced partnership courtesy of Asa Sweet.

•At first, it must have seemed relatively daunting: after all, these are some of he most notorious criminals in St. Louis. One wrong move could get you on their bad side—or worse. The last of of their so-called "friends" Asa mentioned in passing was found at the bottom of the Mississippi.

•But y'know what? So far, it hasn't been all too bad.

•There aren't too many eggshells to tread on once Y/N got used to their impulsivity and boisterousness. Maybe they even end up infecting them with it. When inevitably happens, Y/N may as well have got themselves a golden ticket into their little unhinged duo.

•As with romantic partners, the Savoys need someone to match their seemingly inexhaustible energy, and someone they're 80% confident won't sell them out. Someone who'll happily blast a wall apart with an automatic rifle and not feel guilty about it afterwards.

•Once that unofficial test has been passed, they aren't afraid to open up a little. Serafine's fondness for spices becomes Y/N's with little dishes the two of them cook up together when time is kind—or, just as often, seeing who can hold the most heat—and they've become almost as proficient at fly-fishing and navigating the swamps as Nico.

•Again, even with those little, gun-less, blood-less moments of peace, Y/N isn't certain they can exactly call themselves friends as such.

•Neither Nico nor Serafine have ever so much as uttered the word, in French or English.

•However, that all changed one night when a bar brawl had Y/N shoved up against the wall with a vicious eye glaring at them and a fist scrunched up and ready to knock them straight into hell.

•Y/N had never seen the Savoys step in as quick as they did.

•Serafine damaged a claw or two and Nico came out with a broken nose, but to them it was worth it.

•"You alright, mon ami?"

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