#nicodeme savoy x reader

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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

[a-libra-writes]

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.

#ive rewritten this many times im tired of looking at it LMAO pls enjoy #lackadaisy x reader #rocky rickaby x reader #freckle mcmurray x reader #ivy pepper x reader #viktor vasko x reader #mitzi may x reader #zib zibowski x reader #atlas may x reader #serafine savoy x reader #nico savoy x reader #mordecai heller x reader #wick sable x reader #sedgewick sable x reader #calvin mcmurray x reader #dorian zibowski x reader #nicodeme savoy x reader

[multi-fandom-imagine]

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

A/n: I do apologize for missing this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[the-marigold-reception]

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

[randomwriter5000]

The Chimera: Part One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“None of your concern,” She answered quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pleasure is all mine,” He smiled joyfully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The woman shook her hand. “Sarafine,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Could I buy you a drink, Cher?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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

[issues-oclock]

Lackadaisy x tired reader

tired as in almost constantly sleepy but never misses a day of work but never gets a day of rest because they have other things to do. But still does their job pretty well.

SFW

Nicodeme:

Likes to tease.

You're gonna miss a shot eventually being that tired. (you don't miss often but when you do the teasing goes on).

Honestly thought you were gonna be some pathetic cat who needed to learn to stand up properly but you do the job just fine.

When you work together you can sneak into places easily to help him. A poor folk who just needs some sleep and maybe some medicine surely can't do anything and is surely alone.

Once he's gained some respect for you he'll start bringing you out on some swamp adventures. (it's him having the adventure and you watching or napping).

When you finally do pass out it could be a good idea to do it on those big, fluffy arms of his *cough, cough*

Or any part of him tbh, it's all covered in fluff.

Though will actually try to get you to sleep when things go too far. When he knows that if your next action requires a lot of strength you'll be out.

In that case you can take a very long nap while stuck in his arms (HORRAY!)

Rocky:

Poetry and stories about "the gloomy spirit of Saint Louis who never catches a hint of sleep. who's been cursed to never feel fully alive again"

Also teases a bit.

Will bring you on his escapades of arson and booze.

The other members of lackadaisy have no idea how you two got so close while being almost opposites.

You're the perfect pal for hanging out with him, he can ramble on with poems and songs and you can just listen along.

He also figures out a few tunes and poems to put you to sleep.

Also watches you sleep sometimes or will sleep with you. It's a 50/50 chance. (he's a little spoon)

He one time realized you might just drop so scrambled to make the backseat a good bed for you. (It messed your back up for a few hours and smelled kinda weird but sleep is sleep).

Has started to order extra coffee for you in the mornings when you need it.

Which develops into you both drinking space coffee. You both go on some crazy trips together and now both know the secrets of the universe.

_______

I'm prob gonna make a part 2 of dis

tbh i'm not feeling to great about this one especially since it's my first lackadaisy x reader

#lackadaisy #peppa pig death surgery #lackadaisy x reader #rocky rickaby #nicodeme savoy

[lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit]

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

[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

[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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[mediocrevideopodcast]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Serafine’s voice brings him from his thoughts.

“They’re one of us, Nicodeme.”

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

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

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

#banner by @cafekitsune! #lackadaisy x reader #lackadaisy nico x reader #nicodeme savoy x reader #nico savoy x reader #lackadaisy imagines

[a-libra-writes]

Hello Libra, I just like to say that I really love your work and I love how you depict all these characters so well!

I was wondering if you can do some jealousy headcanons for the Lackadaisy characters?

Danke!! GN reader, most reference a relationship or romantic interest.

♣️Rocky - His jealousy is very obvious to anyone who bothers to pay attention. It is not less obvious or pathetic when you're in a relationship, either. Rocky will find any excuse to interrupt you and the other person, scare them off, redirect your attention, and so forth. It can become very distracting and annoying, so it's best to address the problem right away. The jealousy 100% stems from Rocky's fears of abandonment - not that he'd recognize that - so reassuring him and soothing that insecurity helps a lot. Sometimes his jealous reactions are just that, knee-jerk reactions that he doesn't fully think through. It's safe to say the insecurity is less of an issue the longer you both are together, especially if you're already a very affirming and affectionate partner.

♣️Freckle - The big-eyed boy has a quiet, passive jealousy that he may not notice right away. It stems from inadequacy, and he believes himself to be inadequate in many things, especially when it comes to relationships. He doesn't exactly have a lot of experience, you know? It'll be a constant needling build-up, though his uh, night time shooty activities helps get a lot of that aggression out. He's very open to talking things over, but you'd have to bring it up first. Freckle would rather stew in Catholic-level feelings of guilt before ever talking about it; but talks help a lot! Reassuring him goes a long way, and making sure he brings up his negative feelings before they get so bad.

♣️Ivy - While she's quite easygoing and not prone to jealous thoughts that often, when they do pop up, it manifests as an intense "my best-friend-who-I-tooootally-have-platonic-feelings-for-is-dating-someone-new-and-I-suddenly-hate-that-person". She pouts, she plots, she makes her displeasure known to you - she just gets an off feeling from that person. No, it's not mature, and she can get pretty catty about it - but she's also only 18~19. If you're femme then Ivy can easily dismiss her feelings as just missing her best friend - it'll take extra time to realize they aren't entirely platonic. If you both were together and already had conversations about this, that burning jealousy melts away to a little spark she feels now and again. She'll ignore it, knowing it's just a dumb thing that'll pass as soon as you're back at her side.

♣Mitzi - As much as she acts like she's above such things, Mitzi is the same as anyone else in developing jealous feelings. She recognizes them at once and just wants to bury them down, it's so embarrassing. It's even worse if she gets antsy about someone being overly friendly or flirty with you. What is she, a schoolgirl? The anger at herself might irk Mitzi even more than the person whose being so forward with you. She can get quite passive aggressive toward them, coating her barbs with honey - and that might get directed toward you if she feels you're also being too friendly with them. None of this lasts long - Mitzi would rather have a drink and kiss and make up. She's too old too ladylike for this silly nonsense.

♣Viktor - Just because he recognizes what he's feeling doesn't mean the old Slovak processes them in a healthy way (like, at all). To strangers, he's his usual frightening self, but to those who know him they can tell there's a distinct animosity coming off him. He's not a possessive type, but Viktor already feels miserable about himself and that he doesn't deserve you in the slightest - the idea of someone better coming along is not an impossibility. Now, he can't simply grab them by the neck and throw them out a window just for talking .. .and that'd upset you. So Viktor settles for being in a terrible mood until you soothe him. Attempting to talk him through it just makes him feel worse about himself.

♣Zib - Oh, he recognizes it quick, and Zib haaaates feeling this way. It's so pathetic, so annoying. He should be the bigger person, just suck it up and walk away, but ... nah. If he's been drinking, he's absolutely going to make snide comments and act inappropriate. You drag his drunk ass aside and he does feel a little (kinda) bad about he acted ... some days he's better about it. It's so cliche, but he knows what he's like as a partner. He doesn't offer much, and even if you've made it clear you still care about him, the insecurities and negative feelings can dig into him... especially after booze. He perks right up after some cuddling.

♣Atlas - He doesn't show it outwardly at all. Atlas keeps his impassive expression, outsiders can't tell the difference, but you and his two closest triggermen might pick up the iciness in his eyes. Eventually, that frost would melt into his voice. He would consider any jealous feelings beneath him, if he deigned to call them that. Instead, he'd translate it as disrespect: Whoever is being too personal with you and inspiring these feelings is disrespecting him. It's ... probably best that they move on.

🏵Serafine - Jealousy isn't something that comes easily to her. She's too free-spirited, and she doesn't like the idea of holding another down. She'd hate for you to restrict her, so why should she do the same to you? That said, there are a few times when it comes up. There are always those who want to flirt with you and get too close for her liking, but ... it's also fun to watch. She lets the little pangs of jealousy build up until you return to her side, and Serafine will tease you for doing it on purpose. There's a reason she likes to leave lipstick stains and bites on you. Note, if you try to incite jealousy in her on purpose, she'll see it as a game - but if you're seriously trying to provoke something, it's just irksome. Isn't that a bit childish?

🏵Nico - Like his sister, Nico isn't one for jealousy. He's inspired plenty of it and isn't a fan, and like Serafine, he won't tie you down if you don't do the same to him. Truthfully, he has much less patience for it. Some may think he doesn't feel jealous at all; but Nico is actually just good at dealing with it in a healthy way. He waits until you're back at his side and showers extra attention on you - it's pretty funny when the person who was flirting starts glaring at you. As long as you're not intentionally trying to get a rise out of him, he's chill.

🏵Mordecai - He's awful about it, made worse that he refuses to acknowledge it. It really doesn't kick in until you both have this sort-of-kind-of understanding that's a mess to navigate to begin with, never mind if jealousy comes into play. Mordecai both feels it strongly and denies it with as much strength. Some stranger trying to be smooth is irksome, but not the end of the world. But someone who has a sustained relationship with you? Who gets to touch you and be close to you on the regular? Nope. He's argumentative and prickly anytime they come up. By the time he figures out what his feelings are about, he'd rather chew off his own tail than ever bring it up.

🏵Wes - His flavor of jealousy tends to come from either inadequacy or possessiveness. If the person flattering you and getting too close is some idiot he works alongside, you better believe his hackles raise and he puts them in their place. If it's someone he can't immediately beat down, or if they seem ... well, better than him in some way, the jealousy quietly simmers underneath. Your initial attempts to talk it out are bust, considering the time period and his own machismo ... but he can come around once you reassure him. And wait, didn't he want this to be a casual thing? What's he getting so worked up about, anyway?

🏔Wick - When they build up, he quickly recognizes the jealous feelings in himself. It's something Wick is familiar with, and dislikes - as if it's a personal failing, and not a thing everyone goes through. Depending on how long it sticks around, he can become a little withdrawn and even unsure. It just feels so childish, but he's still glad to get some reassurances. He insists it's not necessary, but Wick still gives you that dopey, painfully affectionate smile you're used to. He's also someone who handles it maturely, and they seem to go as quickly as they come. They may linger if there's already some obstacle between you two - maybe he hasn't brought up his feelings, you're masc so he can't be as open with his affection, and so on - but he's still recognizing these negative feelings and willing to work through them.

#lackadaisy x reader #rocky rickaby x reader #freckle mcmurray x reader #calvin mcmurray x reader #ivy pepper x reader #mitzi may x reader #viktor vasko x reader #dorian zibowski x reader #zib zibowski x reader #atlas may x reader #serafine savoy x reader #nicodeme savoy x reader #mordecai heller x reader #wes clyde x reader #wick sable x reader #sedgewick sable x reader

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Poor Nico would be a nervous wreck the whole time you are pregnant. He doesn't want anything to happen to you so he's trying his hardest to do everything for you even when you complain. 🥺

A/n: you think Victor is over protective just wait until you see Nico

"Chère, t'as besoin de quoi que ça soit?"

Biting back a yawn, you craned your neck only to spot Nico hovering over you with a worried expression on his face. Letting out a sigh you shifted your body to get in a more comfortable position though it was hard due to how far you were in your pregnancy. "I am fine Nico, I'm just a little tired."

Shifting his weight, Nico nodded to himself but your answer really did not stem his nerves. "Right...now are you sure you don't need anything" kneeling beside you Nico then rested his head on your belly as he closed his eyes.

Chuckling, you petted his head as the man finally relaxed under your touch. It was rather a comical sight, the former box, the man so many people were afraid of was a nervous wreck around you, fussing and making sure everything you needed was met, you knew he would do anything for you.

"You're going to be such a good daddy Nick, I just know it."

Humming, Nico placed a kiss to your belly as he fully relaxed. He knew he was a bit over the top when it came to you but he could not help it. He did not want his child to have the life he did growing up. He was going to spoil you, spoil his child because you both deserved it.

"Moi, j'vous aime, j'vous aime les deux tellement fort."

Smiling your eyes slipped closed as you started to fall asleep. "I love you too Nico and I know our child does too."

#drabbles #drabble #nico #nico savoy #Nicodeme Nico Savoy #nicodeme savoy #Nicodeme Savoy x reader #Nicodeme Savoy lackadaisy #lackadaisy #lackadaisy Nicodeme Savoy #nico lackadaisy #lackadaisy nico #nico savoy lackadaisy #lackadaisy nico savoy #nico savoy x reader #nico savoy x you #lackadaisy x reader #lackadaisy x you

[the-marigold-reception]

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

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

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

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

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

“Jump cher..”

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

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

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

He’s a biter

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

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

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

Better be ready for a long night 👀

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

[randomwriter5000]

The Chimera: Part Six

Pairing: Nicodeme Savoy x OC (Can be read as Nicodeme Savoy x Reader) Warnings: Accuracies and inaccuracies about the 1920s, Use of Google translation, Fluff, Throwing up, and Not subtle flirting Word Count: 3,655

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

Part Six: Feliz Cumpleaños

Chapter Summary: After a explosion a sweet treat is sometimes needed.

The skyscrapers of New York lived up to their name. These buildings were filled with cats working or living out their lives. On the top floor of any tall building, a cat could look over the city and admire the bay in the distance. If a cat was fortunate, they could probably see the Statue of Liberty holding the torch. Glen admired the view of the city that was now a city of lights as the moon hung high in the sky.

Sipping his bourbon, he heard his door open. “Sir, you have a call from Chimera. It is urgent.”

The tabby nodded. “Put it through.” He picked up the phone. “Chimera-“

“Dat not me,” A recognizable Louisianian accent hit the cats’ ears. “Yer’ Wraith?”

The dark tabby froze at the voice of the tomcat on the other line. “What did you do to my sister?”

“Nothin’ she is a bit hurt. She hit her head pretty hard after dat explosion,” The knocking sound caused Nico to turn. “Cher-ow!” He laughed as a thud could be heard on the other line.

“Nico, stay outside,” Chimera hissed as the slamming sound of a door radiated through the phone. “Glen, are you there?”

Relief washed over Glen upon hearing the voice of his sister. “Who was that?”

“That’s not important now,” Chimera growled, leaning on the payphone door while her face twisted in pain. “Before I forget, The Red Snake seems to be spreading a photo of what you look like.”

A silence could be felt. “How?”

“He had a photo from when I proved myself a sniper.”

“I guess it was inevitable… Do you know the people who had the photo?”

“The cats' name was Micheal Jones. He owned a hunting business. By the interior, I should have expected there was more than meets the eye,” Chimera sighed, holding back the acid building up in the back of her throat. “He is dead, but who knows how many others know.”

Some scribbling should be heard on the other line. “I’ll take care of it. You focus on getting better.”

“Yes,” Chimera agreed quickly as cold sweat spread across her body. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Throwing the phone, the payphone door swung open and she let out any contents left in her body. Her body shook as she looked over her shoulders to see the siblings looking concerned. Chimera shook her head as a haze began to take over the cat’s body.

With the morning sun rising above the Grand Maribel Hotel, the beams began to pour into the hotel room. Awakening the hungover cats, reminding others of the money they lost, or even not waking cats as they were sound asleep. One of these cats was Chimera. She slept soundly in the luxurious suites at the top, her body bundled by surrounding blankets. The room was clearly lived in, with clothes on the floor and weapons scattered, but none of her own.

After the sun had officially risen, a groan left the cat as her oddly colored eyes blinked to take in the morning sun. Her eyes darted around, causing her body to jerk up, only to be hit by a sudden pressure in the skull. Holding her head, she felt the stitches behind her lengthy hair, keeping the deep cut closed. She took a breath and looked around the room as quickly as her head would allow. Nothing was recognizable, not even the clothes she was wearing. Which meant two things, she definitely went to a doctor, which she didn’t remember, and she had no weapons.

She swung her legs over the bed with small movements and rushed to the pistol on the dresser. It wasn’t hers, but the revolver was immediately recognizable. Combined with the clothes on the floor that weren’t hers, even her foggy brain could piece together where she was. Taking the pistol, she opened the door slowly.

Taking a step into the hallway, she immediately paused. Looking at the floor, she rubbed her eyes from the sleep lingering and shook her head. Perhaps she was seeing things. Looking back up, there was indeed a chicken in the hallway. “What the hell did they give me?”

Walking down the hallway with the chicken, she carefully scanned the area and the drums along the wall. Small yet bright lights were hung from the ceiling, along with fabric and a giant alligator skull that clicked with the other bones. As she looked at the colorful red peppers on the wall, she made it to the living room. It seemed her nerves were on edge as she saw Nico sleeping on the couch without a care.

Cautiously walking around the couch, she looked around the open living area. The walls were decorated with various skulls, pictures, and masks. The table had cards and a couple of spicy red peppers across it.

“Wat ya doin up cher? Ya should be restin’.” Turning, she watched as Nico smiled up at her, glancing at the revolver in her paw. “Not going out shootin’.”

“Where are my things?” She kept the weapon down.

He motioned to the bag on a decorative vanity. Rushing over, Chimera ripped it open to reveal her weapons, journal, clothes, and even the medication the doctor seems to have prescribed. “Thank you,” A relieved breath left the cat as she put the gun on the coffee table. “Apologies for the hostility. I can never be too careful.”

“Still tink I’m a threat, cher? I’m hurt.” He smirked, only making Chimera roll her eyes despite the sharp pain in the center of her head. “Ya good, cher? Y’gave us quite a scare last night.”

She froze, gripping her knife. “What happened last night?”

“Ya don’t remember?” Chimera shook her head. “Ya’ hit yer’ head pretty hard after dat explosion. After shootin’, the guy y’tried to walk home until you passed out. Me and Seraphine took ya to our doctor. After getting checked out you were desperate for a payphone, so you made a call-“

“-A call?” Chimera immediately turned her eyes widened despite the pain in her head radiating through. “To who?”

“Yer’ brother, I tink. It was a New York number. You smacked me before I could talk to ‘im.”

A sigh left the cat as the memories began to flood back into her mind. “I remember now…” She dragged looking up at the ceiling with its lights and clothes. “I'm sorry for what happened. I told you I’m not good luck.”

Moving his body, Nico motioned for her to sit as she looked down at the painkillers. “I wouldn’t say dat cher.”

“How do you think that?” Her voice was sullen as she took a breath before taking the painkillers down quickly. “There was a massive explosion that split my head open and put you two in the line of fire.”

Nicos’ ear twitches. “They had dat dynamite dere already. The second we broke in, the whole place could have exploded, but due to yer plannin’ we were able to control the situation-“

“Exactly cher. With dat plannin’ and takin’ out dose men tryin’ to run, it could have exploded with us in it,” Seraphine appeared out of nowhere. “Y’were also able to survive dat. I’d tink dats lucky,” She mentioned to the stitches underneath her hair.”

Chuckling, Chimera looked up at Seraphine, whose long, flowing hair framed her face. “You two know how to compliment someone, don’t you?” She smiled, looking up as she put on her coat. She loaded her pockets back up with the weapons.

She sighed, feeling the painkillers begin their job, as she looked at her journal while the siblings spoke amongst themselves. Chimera's eyes widened as she realized what was in her appointments. “Thank you for looking after me, but I have some business to attend to today,” She got up quickly, the pain not worn on her face.

“Ya’ sure, cher?” Seraphine leaned on the couch. “Y’can hang ‘round with us. We can use yer luck and fun for our Fete tonight.”

Chucking Chimera stood up, taking the clothes out of the bag. “I’m sure you two will have enough fun without me. Where I’m going is boring.”

“I doubt that,” Nico smirked. “I bet I can find some entertainment in it.”

Narrowing her eyes, a similar smirk appeared on Chimeras' face. “Then how about you be my chauffeur for the day Mr. Savoy?”

Nico leaned against a light pole along the sidewalk as he brought a cigarette to his lips. Occasionally gave a flirtatious smile to a cat passing by. The sides of the streets were lined with cars as cats went in and out of stores gathering food for the ensuing week. Standing outside a local bait and tackle store, he saw Chimera talking to a Japanese Bobtail through the window. As Chimera went to the cashier, the bobtail glared at the tomcat before returning to the conversation.

He sighed, taking in the cigarette before the bell jingle had him look over to see Chimera walking out of a store with a bag. While the bobtail disappeared into a crowd of other cats. “Find whatcha’ need, cher?” He smiled, pushing himself off the pole.

“Of course,” Chimera hopped into the passenger side.

Putting out his cigarette, Nico smirked as he got into the expensive Ford. Starting up the engine, he began to drive. The crisp chill in the air had Chimera close her eyes in enjoyment as it flowed through her hair and fur. Letting her paw run through the wind, she let it fall once the car came to a stop sign. Looking to her side, Nico smiled as he drove smoothly down the street, enjoying the car. A chuckle left her lips as she stared back at the various shops on the road.

“What were ya’ talkin’ about with her?” He broke the silence. “She was starin’ at me like I’d kill her.”

A small chuckle escaped the oddly colored cat as she contoured to look out to the road. “We were just talking about some properties. Boring stuff,” She sighed, only for Nico to laugh. “What?”

“Dat why she was glarin’ at me? Upset with you runnin' around with a stray from da bayou?”

“That’s kind of how Ryu looks, believe me,” Chimeras’ eyes caught a phone booth. “Stop here. I got a call to make.”

The Ford was pulled off to the side of the road. After gathering her journal, chimera hopped out of the car and walked into the phone booth. Closing the door behind her, she began dialing a New York number. The dial tone was quickly replaced by the bubby voice of a reactionist. “How may I direct you?”

“This is Chimera.”

“One moment.”

Only a couple seconds passed before Glens’ voice made an appearance. “Good to hear you are alive.”

“You know that not much can take down the mighty Chimera.” She chuckled, leaning against the payphone wall. “They are taken care of?”

“Yes, they are,” Glen straightened the paper on his desk. “We were able to take many of the red snake's men right at the border, basically paralyzing him.”

“That’s good.”

“Now that’s settled. How did your talk with Ryu go?”

Chimera chuckled, looking out to her car. “Great, the properties are making quite a bit of money already. Citrus is quite a big business in California,” A proud smile spread across her face. “I think I’m going to see if I can put that boat Dad had to good use for some fishing.”

“That would be a good idea… Ryu is knowledgeable, so she can help you with that,” Chimera’s ears twitched as she sensed the distracted tone in his voice. “Oh, enjoy your birthday. I believe Yaya and Yayo have something for you at the park?”

The cat sighed. “Yeah, walking around the park will help my head.”

“How are you feeling? That cat that called me said you got thrown into a wall by dynamite.”

Chucking, Chimera leaned against the door, rubbing the stitches on her head. “Honestly, I feel a lot better. Nico told me last night I was, meaning I passed the worst.”

“Nico… is that man you're working with? Nicodeme Savoy, from New Orleans, correct?” He spoke as if we were reading off a file.

“Yeah, he is a good guy,” She tried to brush off her brother, huffing as she looked at the tomcat outside the car, looking out to the tall buildings in the distance. “I’m going to take these worms to Yayo if you have nothing else.”

“Alright, give them my love.”

“I will. Love you.”

“Love you too,”

Chimera left the booth after hanging up the phone, only for Nico to turn with an ear twitch. “Didn’t take long?”

“No,” She shook her head, opening her journal and crossing out several names. “Only Forest Park left, Monsieur Chauffeur before this morning adventure ends.”

He laughed as they got into the car. “Not borin’ at tal’ cher.”

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you only did this to drive my car.”

“And if I did?”

“I’d ask if it was worth it.”

“Escortin’ around a jolie dame while drivin’ a nice car?” He smirked to himself as he turned down the street. “Yeah, it was.”

“I’m sure it was flirt.” She shoved his shoulder slightly as she opened the compartment in the side of the car.

Before she could grab what she needed, thick Cuban cigars tumbled out. “I didn’t know ya smoke, cher?”

“I don’t…” She looked at the cigars with a sad look. “You want them?”

He smiled and looked at the thick brown rolled-up cigars. “They nice, ya sure?”

“Yeah,” She nodded. “Take it as reimbursement for driving me around.”

A few minutes passed before the pair of cats exited the car. The blue ford sat across from Forest Park. The fresh air blowing through the lush scenery cleared the cat's head. The two walked along the paths and took in the numerous golf areas and museums while police rode around on tall horses. The pair paused once Chimeria spotted an older cat fiddling with a fishing pole. In the shade, an older calico sat on her chair, reading her book peacefully.

Walking up to the elderly cats, Chimera announced herself loudly. “Hola, Yayo and Yaya,” The elderly cat smiled gleefully. “Te compré un cebo,” {1} She leaned over the elderly tabby, who took the bag quickly.

“Gracias mija,” The tomcat smiled, opening the box to see plenty of wriggling worms. However, he quickly paused, and his smile turned into a frown. “Quién es el hombre?” {2}

Looking over her shoulder, Chimera watched Nico happily chatted away with her grandmother. “Ayudándome con el trabajo.” {3}

“Hm…” The older cat grumbled as he reluctantly went back to his pole.

“Feliz Cumpleaños!” {4} Yaya cheerfully held out a cake to Chimera.

“Yaya, you didn’t have to,” She hugged the older cat

“I wanted to,” The cat smiled, looking over at Nico, who smiled. “Go have a little picnic with your friend. I didn’t make you a small cake. Please, young man, have her relax.”

“Will do. Come on, Cher,” Nico smiled, already walking off towards the pathway.

“Hey, wait!” Chimera shouted, jogging after the tomcat.

The older cat smiled, watching her granddaughter talking to the tomcat and smiling. “We need to call Glen when we get home,” The older tomcats’ voice spoke up. “She doesn’t need to be messing around with men.”

“Carlos! Let young love be!” His wife sat back in her chair.

“Who said anything about love?” Carlos gasped.

The two elderly cats' bickering was free entertainment for any cat passing. Chimera and Nico continued down a trail. She noted how there were plenty of cats in the park. Children were playing, and groups of college kids stretched out the weekend as long as possible. No one noticed a Japanese bobtail trailing behind the pair of cats.

“Why didn’t ya tell me it was ya birthday, cher?” Nico laid comfortably on the grass as Chimera admired the Art Museum in the distance. “I could have bought you somethin’ special.”

“You chauffeured me around. That is enough,” Chimera chuckled before finally opening the box.

The distinctive scent of chocolate filled the air, making the Chimeras’ ears perk up in happiness while her tail swished happily. She took the plate and revealed the intricately decorated chocolate cake to Nico. The only item that wasn't a brown color was the candles on top, making her stop and pat her sides.

The sound of a lighter made her look up to see Nico with a lighter in hand. “Need a light cher?”

“Yes, then I’m officially 24.” She set the cake for him to light.

Once the wax candles were lit, Nico sat up with a smile. “Faire un vœu.” {5}

As she looked out to the river, they were near. A smile spread across her face before taking a breath and blowing out the candle. “Whatcha wish for?”

“It won't come true if I tell you,” She countered with a laugh as she began cutting the cake into slices. “You want a taste?”

“Why not cher?” Nico shrugged, taking a plate of cake. “I have to make a good impression on yer’ grandma.”

Despite the chill, the cake and pleasant conversation warmed the cats. The conversation ranged from fishing to weapons to childhoods. Despite the two growing up in different areas of the country and contrasting financial situations, the two could unexpectedly find some common ground... mainly about catching animals.

“I remember when a shark stole my bass and nearly took me overboard because I kept holding the pole,” Nico laughed at the image of a tiny kitten attempting to fight a shark. “I didn’t know I was supposed to let go!”

“I'll top dat,” He countered. “I used to catch snappin’ turtles in da bayou.”

Chimeras' oddly colored eyes widened as she swallowed the cake stuffed into her cheeks. “You would just catch snapping turtles for the heck of it?”

“Yeah, cher! I had to eat somethin’.” He motioned to his prominent muscles. “Dose tings have a lot of meat.”

“I got a better one,” Chimera shook her head, licking the chocolate of her thumb. “There is a desert called the Mojave Desert. Nothing out there, but we would train out there. We would find scorpions the size of dinner plates, and they would chase us. They were mean! Anyways, we would eat those.”

“Yer comparin’ a snappin’ turtle to a tiny scorpion.” He cooed, putting his fingers together in exasperation.

“When you’re twelve and see this thing move faster than you expect, it is jarring,” Chimera argued.

“Why were ya out der?”

Chimera scrapped her fork along the plate to get the last bits of chocolate lingering. “The Brothers of Peril train us in different climates if we are sent to hot areas,” She explained. “How to get water, how working at night is better, how to avoid the wildlife, things like that.”

“Dat sounds like a nice school.”

Her curiosity was peaked. “Did you go to school?”

“Does it look like I did, cher?”

“You’re not an idiot.” Chimeria seemed adamant. “If we are going to nitpick, I never went to conventional school.”

He chuckled. A silence crept up to the pair as Chimeria put the small plate into the box. “I'm still sorry for last night. Despite all that happened, I really shouldn’t have yelled like that. It was not your fault.”

Nico paused. “Then what was last night ‘bout then?”

Chimeria paused, thinking about the information she could give the tomcat. “I can't really tell you everything that is going on, but some cats that I am on bad terms with. Since I've gotten here, it seems they are also after my brother and me.” She took a bite of the rich cake. “Still, I shouldn’t have yelled at you two.”

 “Nah cher,” He took another bite. “We jus’ worried bout ya’”

“That’s still no excuse for how I acted. You two are actually pretty lovely despite your reputation. Then again, I guess you got practice with Mordecai.”

“Dats true,” He chuckled, finishing the cake. “Still, cher, don’t worry ‘bout it.”

“You sure?” Nico nodded. “I really do owe you.”

The tomcat paused and chuckled as he put the plate in the box. “I can think of one thing.”

“What is it? I go on a date with you?”

“Why not?” Chimera paused. Her whole body seemed to freeze as she scanned Nico's face for a joke. Until he laughed. “I already know your answer, cher. Don’t worry.”

She thought, staring out to the art museum before muttering. “Screw it,” She huffed, turning to the tomcat lazily lying on the grass. “Where do you want to go?”

“Ya serious cher?” Nicos’ yellow eyes turned to her. “I thought ya said it takes an act of god?”

“That’s what that cake was,” She teased. “Where do you want to go?”

Nico chuckled, pulling himself up to face her. “Well, dat would depend on when yer’ free, cher.”

“Tomorrow is-“ The sound of the crushing of the underbrush had her ears swivel. “Did you hear that?”

Looking where her head had turned, Nico chuckled. “Ya more paranoid than Mordecai.”

“Unlike Mordecai, I have a lot more reasons for my paranoia,” She said blandly, staring at the tree until a squirrel appeared and ran across some leaves. Only for Nico to chuckle and for her to glare in response. “However, I guess there is a reason why we get along to an extent.”

“Tomorrow cher?”

“That’s good.” Chimeras' eyes were laced with mischievous as her tail swished happily.

Not too far away from the cats was a Japanese bobtail cat whose eyes narrowed in suspicion as she observed the pair of cats talked about a date and time.

{1} I bought you bait {2} Who is the man? {3} Helping me with work {4} Happy Birthday {5} Make a wish

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[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 ^^

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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