#lackadaisy reader insert

[lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit]

I would like one shot on the rocks with mordecai as a werewolf as he gets insecure about being a werewolf as us the gn reader conforts him. But deep down mordecai werewolf inside of him burns as he looks at us lovely as the werewolf takes over and give us all the love he hold dear for us

Ooooh this is gonna be fun. Mordecai's pride we hardly knew ye

(CW for a little bit of gore and a descriptive werewolf transformation. Generally, there is a lot of pain and a bit of derealization at the end of it. Everything works out fine, though, try not to worry about either of them)

Mordecai was never a fan of canines. He was even less of a fan after a feline/canine amalgamation chased him down away from support and almost ripped him in half before the Savoys found him. He was lucky to be alive.

It was a month later and he was fine, having miraculously survived the attack. However each passing day had him grow fearful and more hungry. He honestly had not noticed until Asa commented on him ordering from the waiter three times in the same evening.

Nico and Serafine had also clued in, judging by their ears flicking back as they shared a look Mordecai couldn't read. It left him bristling and thankful that they weren't the ones who stitched him back together this time; though that also left him at a loss as to why he was so ravenous and fearful.

This couldn't have happened at a worse time. He had just found it in him to take in a partner, a lovely (h/c) cat named Y/N; and less than a week into their relationship he gets mauled and starts acting weird. Lord knows what goes through their head nowadays whenever he snaps at them a little too harshly or gets seconds and thirds after supper.

He takes out his turmoil in anger; fighting with a dummy until it literally falls apart on him or daring to verbally prod the twins a little bit harder when they start teasing him. It used to take the edge off, but this week he's started feeling the strong urge to bite someone as hard as he could. Teeth in flesh, hitting the bone, soaking his muzzle with their blood.

The mental demand disturbed him and disgusted him. But it kept coming up, to the point that he was so distracted people had to shout his name to get his attention.

"MORDECAI!"

Such as now.

Y/N was giving him a concerned look when he was yanked out of la-la land. He roughly cleared his throat and resisted the urge to pull at the collar of his starched shirt. "Forgive me, Y/N. My mind must have wandered. Could you repeat yourself?"

"I'm worried about you, Morde." Y/N shook their head slowly, their tail fluffed up ever so slightly. "You've been zoned out for 20 minutes. Are you okay? Do you need to go back to the hospi-"

"No."

"Then what's gotten into you?"

Mordecai would rather take a mud bath than admit he didn't know. His expression must have said it for him, however, as his partner sighed heavily and sat down on the couch beside him.

"I know that you don't like talking about personal issues," they said carefully. "But please, Mordecai. If you're getting sick or feeling off-kilter, you need to tell somebody. It could be me or Asa-even one of the twins, god knows they'll do anything for you."

Mordecai scoffed. "I'm sure they would."

"They will. They were worried sick when you were out of action for so long."

Mordecai gripped the couch so roughly his claws sank in. It wasn't in response to Y/N, however; it was to stop his hands from shaking. (Also not a cause of Y/N's words.) "I am fine, Y/N. Nothing is wrong."

"Then why won't you look at me?"

His eyes shot towards the open window. A full moon shone back at him, illumination what his smattering of lamps didn't.

Mordecai's heart started pounding in his chest. He wrote it off initially-he's been feeling stifling fear for so long that he learned to ignore it-but it was going at a spiteful pace now, so quickly that it physically pained him. Y/N moved back slightly when he gripped above it.

"It is-merely my heart," he said shakily. "I m-may have to go to the hospital after all."

"Oh, shit. Okay, hold on, I'll call for a ride. Try to stay calm, okay?"

Mordecai nodded. They left with that, searching the room for a phone. They had ducked into the kitchen when Mordecai's heart lurched and the pain spread from it to down his spine and tail.

Mordecai's body lurched with it, sending him to the floor. He ground his teeth until he tasted blood, having likely bitten his tongue; yet he was more distracted by the pain threatening to rip him apart bone by bone. A desperate purr rattled within him as he managed to open one eye and watched his hand painfully turn into something more akin to a giant wolf's paw.

"I called a friend," Y/N said, walking back in. "They're on their way to-oh my god!!"

They crouched in front of him, their hands hovering as if too afraid to touch him. "Mordecai, what's happening--how do I help?!"

"It's hot," he gasped, shivering from the pain. "It's hot."

"Water. Okay, let's get you some water. I'll cut your shirt off too, okay? I know you won't like it but you matter more to me than it does."

'Water sounds nice.' It was a childish thought, but Mordecai's brain was so clouded with pain that it was a wonder he was keeping it together at all.

By the time Y/N came back, the pain was gone and so was Mordecai. Instead the wolf was stumbling around, surprised to find himself existing in such a nice place (or even existing at all). The harsh intake of breath from them caught his attention and he snapped his head towards them. 'Prey!'

'NO!!'

The wolf lunged and crossed the room easily, pinning Y/N to the floor. There was a brief mental battle as what was left of Mordecai's consciousness wrestled the wolf to the ground and made it very clear that if he so much as put a nick in Y/N's ear Mordecai would put a gun under his chin and end them both the next time he was back in control. Drastic? Maybe. Mordecai wasn't entirely sure he would dare to go through with it.

However the wolf was sold, scrambling off Y/N like they'd burned him. He had just started existing, thank you very much, he really didn't want to go back to wherever he came from.

"Mordecai?"

The wolf slammed his ears back with a whine. Y/N wiped some slobber off their face, took one more look at him and bolted out the room as soon as they were back on their paws.

---

Thirty minutes later, Y/N had Mordecai on the couch again with his chin in their lap, his tail (a weird fusion of a cat's tail and a wolf's one) wagging full throttle as they patted his head. His ruined clothes were in a pile on the floor next to the deep gouges caused by Morde's claws mid-transformation.

"I thought werewolves were just a silly legend," Y/N mused, looking down at their boyfriend. "An' now I'm dating one. Funny how that works, hm?"

Mordecai gave them a wolfy grin, making Y/N snort a laugh. "Oh man, if only you had a camera. The twins would get a kick out of this."

Mordecai frowned at the mention of them and plopped his head down again. Y/N scratched his ruff. "I'm joking. This must be terrifying for you. I'm glad I was here, what if you'd gotten out?"

He didn't answer. He couldn't, of course; they had long since discovered that he can't speak anymore. Y/N sighed and leaned their head back.

"Tomorrow you're gonna wake up and think it's all just a bad dream," they muttered. "That's if you remember this at all. No wonder you've been acting so off for the past week, the curse was working its way in. Do you know who bit you?"

Mordecai scoffed. Y/N snorted a laugh. "Sounds like there's still a bit of you still in there."

Their claws dug into his ruff again, scratching the nice itchy spots. The wolf heaved a heavy sigh and went to sleep, feeling safe around Mordecai's mate.

'Excuse me? They're not my 'mate'.'

His mate, the wolf insisted.

'This is humiliating. I'd like to be back in control soon, please.'

---

He got his wish hours later. He felt physically smaller, there was no giant overwhelming blanket of fur around his mind and when he rubbed his eyes his own fur was considerably softer.

"Good morning, Mordecai."

And Y/N was there, thankfully in one piece without so much as a scratch on them. Mordecai coughed to force away a relieved purr and pushed himself upright on the couch.

"So you're a werewolf, hm?" Y/N cut right to the chase, putting a cup of tea on the windowsill and sitting next to him again. "Looks like a ball of fun."

"I can assure you it is everything but."

Y/N's ears flicked back. "I'm sorry. Do you know how this happened?"

Against his stubborn wishes, he slowly nodded. "I was...Attacked by a similarly afflicted feline, a month ago exactly."

"Holy..."

If Y/N wasn't covered in fur, he was sure they would be pale. An unfamiliar feeling jabbed Mordecai in the chest. He was too dangerous to live with now. Were they going to leave?

Why did the thought bother him so much?

'Mate,' the wolf whimpered. Of course the stupid creature is the reason as to why.

A soft hand landed on his shoulder, drawing both his and the wolf's attention. Y/N was clearly unsure, yet forced a small smile for them him.

"I can't imagine what it's like having to live with this now," they said. "But I'll be here for all of it."

"Y/N, I am a danger to you now. I could maul you at a moment's notice."

"You would not," Y/N playfully scolded, a foil to the wolf's insulted grumble. "You're a sweetie as a werewolf. I've never been kissed so much in my life!"

The wolf's insulted grumble turned into a low whine when Mordecai snapped his eyes shut to mentally glare at the stupid animal as hard as he could. Despite the whine, the wolf stood firm. 'Mate.'

'My PARTNER is not your MATE.'

'Partner. Mate. Same thing.'

"Morde?"

Mordecai shook himself out of it and turned to his partner again. They took his hand and threaded their fingers together, black and white mixing with (H/C) that somehow fit perfectly.

"I know it's going to be scary," they started. "And...God, my heart breaks just thinking about seeing you in so much pain again. But I'm in it for the long run, Mordecai. We made a promise to try and I'm holding on to it. I met the wolf. He seems to like me. He's not a dumb killing machine any more than you are."

(Mordecai pushed away the wolf when it sent him a strong feeling of "I told you so" satisfaction.)

"If I stuck by you through the twins putting me through 'initiation'," Y/N continued, "why would this be any different?"

That was the final push the wolf needed. Mordecai was thrown out of control of his own body and the wolf lunged, pinning Y/N down and licking their furry face while they laughed uncontrollably. They took a minute to free themselves from the wolf and held its chin in their hand, lightly booping its nose to reprimand it.

"Bad boy!" They teased. "I was talking to Mordecai, not you!"

Unfortunately for Y/N, they were supposed to be one and the same. But for that to happen Mordecai would have to come to terms with the fact he is now, in a weird way, essentially half wolf.

That metaphorical mud bath was starting to look pretty good.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

+•+

«timeline»

◇ day 1-7:

Day1: Thigh Riding.- Jin Sakai

Day2:Breeding.- Stanford Pines

Day3:Blindfold- Stanley Pines

Day4: Morning / lazy sex.- Dorian Zibowski

Day5:Knotting-Viktor Vasko

Day6:Marking- Logan Howlett

Day7:Mirror sex- Stanford Pines { insecure reader}

◇ day 8-14:

Day8:Caught In the act- Stanford Pines

Day9:Skinny Dipping- Ford x Reader x Fiddleford{ Poly ship }

Day10:Size Difference-Full demon! Husk

Day11: Overstimulation- Jin Sakai

Day12:Jealousy sex- Overlord! Husk

Day13:Oral- Adam { Hazbin Hotel }

Day14:Tied up/Shibari- Baxter { Hazbin Hotel }

◇ day 15-21

Day15:Temp Play- Kurt Wagner { X-men 97 }

Day16:Loss of Virginity- ​Nico Savoy

Day17:Car sex.- Rocky Rickaby

Day18:Shower sex + aftercare- Vox

Day19:Size Difference{struggling to take his size}- Bucky Barnes

Day20:On a non bed surface- Husk

Day21:Formal Wear- Mordecai Heller

◇ day 22-28

Day22:Ripped stockings- Stanley Pines

Day23:Sex Pollen- Husk

Day24:Injury sex { after care }- Stanford Pines

Day25:Pregnancy Sex- Stanley Pines

Day26:Sex in public- Rick sanchez

Day27: Public + fingering-Stanford Pines

Day28:Cockwarming- Vox

◇ day 29-31

Day29: Sex cuddling while high- Alastor

Day30:Window Sex- Bucky Barnes

Day31:Rough Sex{With aftercare}- Rock Rickaby

[gentlelass]

I edited this. It’s not me who is a perfectionist, it’s perfectionism who is me.

[ivyx33]

After the Lackadaisy collapsed, you ended up at the Marigold room instead. You liked the Lackadaisy more of course, however you wanted to drink illiced beverages which didn’t taste like mud… And the company wasn’t bad either, which is why you found yourself in the Marigold room tonight as well.

And after your drink had arrived, your name was called out from behind you by a familiar voice. 

You turned around to see Serafine Walking up towards you. Flashing a toothy grin while taking a seat beside you. 

“You seem in good spirits today, a job well done?” You asked, taking a sip from your beverage.

“Cher, you should've been dere!” She exclaimed, ordering her drink afterwards. “We got peekon to fall for de hatchet joke!”

You raised an eyebrow, sending quiet prayers to the poor soul who was at their mercy… But who even would fall for that?

“The poor guy… Did… Did he arrange the pieces in alphabetical order?”

“Oui!” She replied, boasting another laugh. At which you slightly chuckled, even if that was incredibly grim. 

You sloshed your drink before taking another big gulp, letting it burn down your throat. While Serafine went quiet before she spoke again. “Say cher, tink you can beat me in drinking?” she asked, which was a rather odd question.

“I’m not sure… maybe?” You replied. “Where did that question come from?” 

“Do you wan to find out?”

You halted for a moment. “I… Don’t know, sera. I didn’t plan on spending too much…”

“C’mon mon Cheri~” she purred, leaning slightly more towards you. Which flustered you more than you liked too.

“I-I-I don’t know, work has been tough lately. I don-” 

“It's on me. It will be fun, no?” She interrupted, with a toothy grin.

“I… alright. If you get me someone to get me home, or a comfortable place to sleep.” You offered, taking another slight sip.

“C’est bon!, you can sleep up in de apartment of ours.” She replied, making you stop dead at the implication. 

Serafine noticed. “What? Getting red, Bébé?” 

“N-no. Why would I?” your defended, trying to act nonchalantly.

“Bartender!” she yelled, making him slightly jump. “We need drinks here!”

He immediately got it, pouring you drink after drink.

And as your mind began to become more and more hazy and serafine laughed wholeheartedly as she recounted the grim events of the day, you realized something.

Her true laugh was beautiful.

[zombiec4ke]

Introduction!!

"Hey bitch where you at?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

👾 ✮ Zombie's 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 🎀🧪

🌈.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝙰𝚐𝚎: 18 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛: Female 🩹 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ {📀 ₊ ⊹} 𝙿𝚛𝚘/𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: she/her 𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢: cupioromantic{₊ ⊹⭐} *ੈ✩‧₊˚ _୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

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𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛[𝚣]: Pink and green🩸| '. 🦇 ✰ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝚈𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚎𝚛[𝚣]: Sam and colby, call me Kris, Laurenzside, '୧ ‧₊˚ 🧷 ⋅ ☆ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ R𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖: I have 5 siblings and I have never gotten a bloody nose ₊‧꒰ა 🐾 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝚂𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎/𝙰𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌: Like fuck do I know (I have like 10) _ .'🎮₊˚﹟🕷 ˚ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fandoms I write for :D

Call of duty

Ride the cyclone

heathers (movie and musical)

Lackadaisy

Hamilton

Deathsitters

Wendel and Wild

Coraline

Outsiders

Murder drones

Lackadaisy

Tadc

Hazbin hotel

Roblox Pressure The owl house The property of hate

Lacey Games Gravity Falls

Nevermore (the webtoon) Marionetta

Dandys world Creepypasta

Marble Hornets Portals 2 IHNMAIMS

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What I do write :P

Angst

fluff

hurt/comfort Plationic Maybe some gore? idk

song fics

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What I will NOT write >:(

NSFW

weird kinks (Idk why ppl like that kind of stuff tbh)

large age gaps

child x adult (not platonic) Just basically no weird stuff I may be an adult but it still makes me very uncomfy

----------------- Anyways! It was nice talking to you and I hope y'all leave a request soon!! 👾🌈૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა rawr!^_< -★

[foldedchip]

YO I’VE GOT A FANFIC GOING

I know this is a little unconventional, but I’m gonna post it in parts, and I will gladly hear out any suggestions and comments that someone is willing to give me for it. I’ve had a hard time finishing fanfictions in the past, and I want to finally complete one, so here we go.

So far, I’d say the content would be rated Teen, but that’s going to change. This is the build-up for something more explicit, so keep that in mind. It’s also based on the true story of when I went through withdrawal last Friday :D

Rocky Rickaby/reader

You had an estrus cycle since you were eleven, but your heat had never struck you like it did today. It came on slowly, dreadfully, maddeningly, until you were pacing the floor of your apartment at two in the morning, pulling your own hair and occasionally sipping on an ice water with a straw because your paws were too shaky to hold a glass. You knew it was just hormones. You knew it was just a vestigal set of urges to get you to reproduce. That didn’t take away the discomfort of it.

When you sat down, you had to stand again. Forget about laying down to sleep. When you stood in one place, you started shaking, and you felt like you might faint or throw up. All right. You could pace around, so long as you kept your footsteps quiet.

You had thought of waking Rocky. He hardly got enough sleep as it was, so you hated to disturb him for something like this. You could handle it. You had handled it for years. But in years past, you hadn’t had Rocky. You could smell him all over the house, you could see his face, hear his voice echo in your memory. You stopped at the counter to take another sip of ice water. You started pacing again.

Now it was 2:02 am. This was hour seven. You noticed the first signs at around 8:00 pm, but you didn’t think much of them and figured it was something you could sleep off. Everyone feels a little uneasy sometimes, right? Nothing a good night’s rest couldn’t fix. But you most certainly could not sleep this off, you didn’t even sit still for ten seconds. Should you masturbate? You had tried that in the past with mixed results. Your past heats had always been very mild, even when you were a hormonal teenager, and they just felt like a little fever and some shaky paws, and they went away without a fuss. This time, you felt like you needed a doctor.

2:03 am. A set of shakes took over you so badly that your teeth started chattering. You rubbed your arms and gritted your teeth but you were still vibrating. You felt scared. You felt almost delirious from the ill feeling of the heat, the late hour, and the swirling urges in your mind.

Wake Rocky. Wake Rocky. Wake him up. You need him. Wake Rocky. Get Rocky. You need Rocky. Get him now.

You had been waving off these thoughts for hours, but as you looked at the clock to see that it was still 2:03 am, you finally cracked and hurried over to your bedroom door.

You opened it with caution, but with your paws shaking, it was a little noisy anyway. When you went inside, the shaking somehow got even worse, maybe some subconscious part of you getting excited to see him, and you whispered out Rocky’s name while you wrung your paws and shifted from foot to foot. It took a few seconds, and you started to say his name again before you heard rustling under the covers, and then…

“Nnnhh… darling? What’re y’doing…?”

Hearing his voice brought you a pinch of relief. You quickly whispered out the situation and pleaded with him to help you. You apologized for waking him like this, but you had been practically clawing your hair out for hours and it was worse than ever.

He sat up in the dark and you felt his warm paw touch your arm, which sent a flurry of chills through your skin. “You’re sure? That—“ you heard more rustling as he crawled over to the edge of the bed. “You are. I don’t know how I know. Holy smokes.”

His arms slid around you and he pressed his face to your chest, breathing out a warm sigh as he worked on fully opening his eyes. “Mmmnn, what can I do, sweetheart? You’re shaking, sweet thing…”

“I know. It won’t stop. I don’t know what to do, I just wanted to be near you, it felt like it would help.

“I’m here, darling, I’m staying right here, mkay?” He held you tighter and rubbed a paw up and down your back. “Rocky’s right here, sugar…” He kissed your chest softly over the fabric of your pajamas. You could sense him taking a deep breath, and you realized belatedly that you must be emitting a smell.

“I wanna make it stop. Please. Could—“ you shivered once again. “Could you help me? I can barely take it, I’m so tired, I need you…”

[syndicate-of-swing]

THE STILL, COLD WORLD - Lacy Hardt x GN!Reader

Some domestic bliss with everyone's favorite sassy secretary.

(A/N: sorry, this sucks, and is way too short)

You awoke to the sound of howling winds and the sight of pure white. A near-blizzard swirled outside, blocking out all view of the world past your windows. "No point in going to work today, I suppose," you muttered, relaxing back into your bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"My thoughts exactly," a voice calls from your doorway.

You look over and see the love of your life standing there. "Oh, hey, hon," you say warmly. "How long have you been up?"

"Long enough to admire your sleeping face for fifteen minutes, then do the last of Mr. Sable's paperwork," Lacy stated matter-of-factly, sitting down on the bed next to you. "Oh, and to make coffee," she added, handing you a cup.

"Thanks, love," you yawn, resting your head on her shoulder.

"No problem," she replies.

A few moments of mutual silence pass.

"Think you'll be going in to work today?" you ask, already knowing the answer.

Lacy scoffs. "Not a chance. Not even Sable's crazy enough to go anywhere in this storm."

"Hm. Good." You curl your tail around her, nuzzling your face into the crook of her neck.

Lacy rolled her eyes, but smiled, putting an arm around you, gently pulling you closer.

Maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all.

[pomegranate-pen]

I'm alive! (Though barely) and after this month I'll have some time to write all the lackadaisy requests you've all been sending over the year!! I'm so sorry for the long wait, hopefully I'll get back to the groove right after my spring finals finally end <3

Requests are open! And you can request for any fandom you like!

[cherryrainn]

Sorry to hear your drafts were deleted, that's awful :( You're going to do great writing more stories, and it's going to be great to read them!

I'd love to request something if possible. Would a Lackadaisy platonic story of Ivy Pepper x fem!reader be possible? I'd love one of a reader pianist looking to write a song on piano and asks Ivy for her opinion on the progress overtime until it's finished. I hope that's okay and I hope writing stays fun foe you <3

aaa!! thank you for the request luv, ivy is my absolute fav <3 and thank you for your super kind words, i'll never stop writing... hope. anyway, i hope this is what you wanted!

☽ ༚  ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰  ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ 

— rhapsody of reflection

ivy pepper x female pianist reader (platonic)

the warm afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of the lackadaisy speakeasy, casting a soft and inviting glow over the vintage furniture and the lively atmosphere. in a cozy corner of the room, you sat at the piano, your fingers dancing gracefully over the keys as you composed a new melody. your passion for music was evident in the way your eyes sparkled with each note you played.

as you lost yourself in the creative process, a familiar figure entered the room. ivy pepper, the embodiment of spirited confidence, sauntered over with her signature blend of charisma and playfulness.

"well, well, if it isn't the musical prodigy herself. whatcha cookin' up tonight, pianist?"

you glanced up with a smile, appreciating ivy's energetic spirit. "hey, ivy. yeah, i'm trying to come up with a new song. i thought maybe you could give me your opinion as it progresses?"

ivy raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a playful smirk. "you want my expert ear, huh? well, i guess i could grace you with my opinion. but don't expect me to hold back if i think something needs fixing."

with a chuckle, you nodded. "deal. i could use some honest feedback."

over the following weeks, you continued to refine your composition, playing it for ivy every few days. she'd listen intently, her eyes focused on your fingers as they danced over the keys. she'd offer suggestions and insights, helping you mold the piece into something even more beautiful.

"hey, in that section there, why not switch up the rhythm?" ivy suggested during one session, tapping her foot to the beat. "give it a bit more punch, you know?"

you followed her advice, altering the rhythm as she demonstrated. the change brought a new dynamic to the melody, and you exchanged a grin of mutual satisfaction.

as time went on, ivy's insights proved invaluable. she had a knack for identifying the emotional core of your music and suggesting changes that elevated the piece to new heights. you couldn't deny that her fiery personality was a perfect match for the creative process.

one afternoon, after many sessions of sharing your progress with ivy, you felt that the song was finally complete. with a mix of excitement and nervousness, you sat down at the piano and played the entire composition from start to finish. as the last note hung in the air, you looked up at ivy, your heart racing.

ivy leaned against the piano, her expression thoughtful. for a moment, she seemed lost in her own world, listening to the echoes of the music. then, a slow smile spread across her face, lighting up her eyes. "you did it, y/n. you really did it. this... this is something special."

you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and happiness. "thanks, ivy. i couldn't have done it without you."

ivy's demeanor softened momentarily. "don't get all mushy on me now. seriously though, you've got a talent. keep this up, and you might make a name beyond these smoky walls!"

as the evening wore on, ivy's vibrant energy blended seamlessly with the jazzy melodies that enveloped the speakeasy.

[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

[sageourplanetmeow]

FREE COMISSIONS

Ahem, so I have decided that in preparation for the possibility that I do commissions as part of a future job that I am going to practice doing that but for free. So the floor is open, go nuts with it! Basically go on the thing on my blog that says ‘Free Comissions’ and request something if you want.

It can be: a short comic, sketch or art piece and you can choose whether I do it on paper or digitally. For comics, there may be some possibility that I make an animatic but it would have to be relatively simple since I am still not that good at that. Practice would be nice though :>

!PLEASE DON’T REPOST THEM WITHOUT PERMISSION ONCE I’VE MADE THEM!!! AND REMEMBER EVEN IF YOU ASK I MIGHT NOT GIVE PERMISSION SO DON’T BE HOPEFUL!

!YOU CAN PRINT THEM OUT!

!YOU CAN’T REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION OR CREDITS!

!DON’T EXPECT THEM TO BE TOO GOOD!

!I’M NOT THAT EXPERIENCED!

!IT MIGHT TAKE SOME TIME FOR STUFF TO COME OUT CUS I’M BUSY!

Stuff I Would NOT Like To Do:

NSFW

Revealing outfits

Right wing propaganda

Discriminatory/offensive content

Heavy HEAVY gore

Smut

18+

Pedophilia

Zoophilia

x… I don’t know how to say it but you know x reader but it’s in art

Things I Would Prefer To Do:

Hazbin Hotel

Doctor Who (PLEASE ASK ME TO DO THIS I BEG YOU)

Arcane

Lego Monkey Kid

VAT7K

Tangled The Series

Helluva Boss

The Owl House

MLP Gen 4 (preferably as humans but I’ll take a swing at their pony forms even if it’s difficult)

The Ghost And Molly McGee

The Amazing Digital Circus

Carmen Sandiego

Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts (the mutes would be difficult to draw especially Scarlamagne but I’d still be cool with trying)

Octonauts/Octonauts: Above & Beyond

Ducktales (either ducks or human versions would be fine)

Sophia The First (sue me Cedric is great)

Secret Life Of Boys (It’s a BBC thing)

Wallace and Gromit (it would have to be comical though because I don’t know how easy angst would be to draw)

The Emperors New Groove

Ramshackle

Lackadaisy

Steven Universe

Heartstopper

Dodger (the BBC series)

Hercules (Disney)

DC Superhero Girls (preferably the newer ones)

Thunderbirds (1960, I mean they’re puppets so it would be hard but I like them so)

Sherlock Holmes (black and white one or the BBC series)

Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (I find them hard to draw but I love Donatello so I would do my best)

Moral Orel (I haven’t drawn anyone from there yet so it might take some experimenting but again this would be cool to do)

Murder Most Unladylike

Greek Myths

Picture Of Dorian Grey

Hermitcraft

Empires SMP

FNAF Security Breach (preferably Sun and Moon)

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off

Tangled The Series

Disney Movies I dunno

Circe (by Madeline Miller) and the Odyssey

The Wizard Of Ozz

Cats (animals)

Sharks (less easy)

Mushrooms

Minecraft Buildings but drawn

Your OCs

My OCs

Self-Inserts

Redesigns

Designs for certain concepts

Ships

Fanart

Fluff

Angst

Fanart of fan fictions/covers/illustrations for them (they might not be a consistent thing)

[lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit]

AHHHHH IM SO EXCITED! Okay I’ve holdin this back for ages BUT, if I could request a romantic relationship absinthe imagine of our dearly fluffy and charming Nicodeme Savoy with a male or gender neutral reader, your choice of the flavoring, who tends to copy things that the people they like do. For example, they like Nico? Suddenly they catch notice of the bandana he wears and starts wearing one too. They find themselves slipping into a little cajun accent or repeating french words they’ve heard him speak. Any gestures they notice he does, or expressions he makes? They start to do it too. Assimilation via infatuation, if you will, for those of us that are neurodivergent and enjoy doing habits of those we love.

I've been digging around the back for a bit and got lost in the crates, my apologies, but I happen to have found a bottle of good ol' inspiration for this. Let me pour you out this imagine, my dear customer...

Nicodeme Savoy has an eye for a lot of things, which is surprising since his are often black and bandaged from many a savage fight. Nevertheless, imagine one evening he's allowed to relax. For once, Mr Sweet has left them all alone for the night with no outstanding duties to attend to. He can kick his feet up and sit back and watch as the Marigold's joint starts to fill up with the warm liquid gold of their regular, well-off patrons.

Suddenly, he stops, glass poised in the air, rim barely grazing his lips. He stops, he stares.

Y/N L/N is wearing his bandana.

Well, not exactly, because Nico is wearing it now, but it's so similar. It's almost an exact copy, as exact as someone could get it without dragging the poor scrap of fabric through what Nico had with his.

Now Nico is pleasantly surprised. He had never expected to influence any fashion trends, least of all one worn by a recent one-night stand. He has to admit, it looks good on Y/N.

However, the longer he stares at him, the more Nico starts to notice more things. Details to be sure, but familiar enough to catch his attention.

A small "cher" casualky dropped in conversation.

The prideful roll of Y/N's shoulders whenever he takes credit for something that may or may not be deserved.

The glint in his eyes Serafine had sworn only Nico had, hence why she would find him in a crowd of millions. He didn't even know it was possible to copy a stare so accurately.

Now Nico definitely knows something's up, but he doesn't react beyond an intense stare.

Y/N turns and catches him looking. He doesn't shy away. Instead, he gets the bartender to pour him a drink—Nico's signature drink—and raises a silent toast with a smirk. He holds the glass the same way. He drinks the same way.

Y/N knows what he's doing, and by god it's working.

Nicodeme is seeing a spitting image of himself—and call him narcissitic or self-absorbed, but he's never been so eager to give that teasing fling more than a single hurried night.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

may I please get a rocky x shy kind reader were the reader secretly sings at night outside her house and rocky hears it and thinks it's the most beautiful thing he ever heard and wants to figure out were the beautiful singing coming from he soon find reader and falls in love with her at first sight and he wants her to sing at the speakeasy and meet freckle and ivy

A/n: I am sorry if this sucks, I am very rusty at writing for Lackadaisy 😩.

The night was quiet, save for the whisper of wind through the alleyways and the occasional distant purr of a passing car. Down near the edge of town, tucked away behind a row of ivy-covered houses, one voice rose gently into the night air.

It was soft, unsure, but so achingly beautiful.

Rocky Rickaby had been walking home from the Lackadaisy speakeasy, his violin case slung over his shoulder, his hat tilted low over his brow. He hadn’t expected much from the night—maybe a bottle of bootleg booze and a bit of piano improv before the next storm rolled in. But when the singing reached his ears, he stopped dead in his tracks.

The melody wove through the dark like moonlight on water—clear, sweet, with a longing that caught something in his chest and squeezed. It wasn’t just pretty. It was soulful.

He glanced around, eyes narrowing. The sound was coming from somewhere near the old brick fence lined with wilting roses. Slipping closer on silent paws, he followed the music to a small garden tucked behind a fence. There, under the glow of a porchlight, was a young woman.

You seated on a old rocking chair, swaying ever so slightly, your eyes closed as your lips shaped each note with quiet reverence. You didn’t know anyone was listening. You sang not for the world, but for the stars.

And Rocky?

Rocky’s jaw went slack.

Because he had seen beauty before—on stage, in the glint of danger, in a gleam of whiskey under neon light—but this? This was something else entirely. Your voice, your expression, the way the moonlight touched your hair—it all hit him like a bullet to the heart.

When your song ended , when you had stopped singing and you turned to go inside, he blinked out of his trance, scrambling forward before you could disappear.

“Wait—!”

You gasped, spinning with wide eyes. He held his hands up, hat askew, stumbling over his words.

“Whoa, whoa—sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, I swear! I was just… I was walkin’ by, and I heard you singing, and—sweet molasses—you have got to be real.”

You blinked shyly, pulling your sweater sleeves over your hands, tail twitching under his gaze as you then did your best to avoid his gaze. "You heard me?"

“Heard you? Doll, I felt you.” Rocky pressed a paw to his chest, eyes dramatic, the young man was practically swooning at the mere sight of you. “Right here. You’re incredible. I’m Rocky, by the way—Rocky Rickaby. Violinest, poet, occasional menace to society.”

You giggled, small and hesitant. “I’m… I’m just me.”

He grinned. “Well, just you, would you—hypothetically—be interested in singing at a little place I know? It’s called the Lackadaisy. Speakeasy type deal. You’d be a star, guaranteed...I think it would be a shame that no one else can hear an angle singin .”

You hesitated. “I’ve… I’ve never sung in front of anyone before.” Your voice soft, quiet.

“Then it’s about time you did.” Rocky stepped forward gently, lowering his voice. “You’ve got gold in your throat, sweetheart. You’re hiding treasure from the world.”

Despite your nerves, something about his earnest eyes and reckless charm made your heart flutter. You gave the tiniest nod.

Then next night, Rocky brought you to the Lackadaisy.

Freckle nearly dropped his coffee when he saw you, and Ivy practically bounced in place, her tail swishing. “Oh my gosh, she’s adorable! You found her, Rocky?”

“Found her?” he beamed proudly. “She’s the best thing I’ve ever stumbled into.”

You stood shyly at the edge of the stage, heart pounding in your chest. But when the music started—when Rocky’s eyes met yours, you somehow found the courage to open your mouth and sing.

And the room went still.

Even Viktor stopped polishing glasses.

It was the beginning of something new. Something magical.

Something that, for Rocky Rickaby, felt suspiciously like love at first sight.

And he knew he was not about to let you go.

[gentlelass]

Manga style!

[bunnyluvx]

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status: open! see pinned post for available slots.

i will start by saying that anything that i write, i will be taking my time with to the best of my ability. i have a bad tendency to overwork myself to the point of burnout, and since writing is my biggest passion, i really don't want to overwork myself. so, whatever requests or commissions will be sent my way, will be done on my time. i also have a life outside of tumblr that i need to maintain; hobbies i like to do, friends i like to spend time with, physical and mental health to maintain, etc. i ask that everyone who sends me requests or commissions is understanding of that.

i have the right to refuse service. if i do not want to write something, then i do not have to.

my work is for personal use only. i do not consent to my writing being reposted, translated, plagiarized, used commercially or submitted into ai.

i will want to be paid before i begin to write. if i am unable to start writing or if i cannot continue with the piece, then you will be refunded.

this is a sfw blog. the most nsfw that you will get out of me is jokes, and that is it. do not ask me to write smut.

the reader will ALWAYS be gender-neutral without a mentioned sex unless otherwise specified. if you want any sex or gender-specific reader, then please say so. you are also welcome to ask for other things to be specified (race, sexuality etc).

i mainly thrive with romantic pairings and find myself most interested in writing those, so that will be a lot of the content that you will be seeing here. but of course, if you request otherwise, i will do what i can to deliver! i am open to writing any types of relationships! polyamorous, monogamous, straight, lgbtq+, romantic, platonic, queerplatonic or familial. i am also open to writing not only character x reader, but character x character and maybe even character x oc + oc x oc! all you need to do is let me know what you want, and i will do my best to adhere to your wishes!

when writing character x reader material, characters under the age of 18 will only be written with platonic and familial dynamics. nothing more, nothing less. if it is character x character or character x oc, i may write them in romantic settings, but that is heavily dependent on the characters in-question and how comfortable i feel in the moment.

fandoms that i will write for: genshin impact, honkai star rail, the arcana, overwatch, snow white with the red hair, fruits basket, ouran high school host club, fena: pirate princess, netflix's castlevania and castlevania nocturne, hazbin hotel and helluva boss, sk8 the infinity, wolf children, violet evergarden, arcane: league of legends, marvel cinematic universe, cherry crush, lackadaisy, epic: the musical, spy x family, love and deepspace.

things that i will write: fluff, hurt/comfort, aus, self-insert, songfic, slice of life, fantasy, character letters, smaus etc. ask about angst, as i am very sensitive and can't handle it if it's heavy.

things that i will not write: dark content, horror, proship, age gap content, any form of discrimination.

ask for anything else!

characters that i will not write: dr ratio & sparkle (hsr), lucio (the arcana), characters past inazuma and the xianzhou luofu (genshin and hsr), shigure & kureno (fruits basket), adam (sk8 the infinity), abel (fena: pirate princess), gilbert (violet evergarden), singed (arcane), chohan & sodam (cherry crush), kyoya (ohshc), lenore (netflix's castlevania), blitzo (helluva boss), adam & valentino (hazbin hotel), the suitors (epic: the musical), yuri (spy x family).

i'm okay with most other characters. just ask me.

my payment methods: ko-fi, paypal, venmo, chime. cash-app is a work in progress. i will give any details when we are messaging privately.

prices

headcanon/smau - $5.00

fanfiction - $10.00

if you find all of these terms agreeable, then feel free to message me! i hope you have a lovely day/night. <3

[eggman91]

ABELARD ABELARD ABELARD

Ok first one abelard Arbogast x reader Didn’t give me any details so I’m gonna wing it

You’ve been working for Lackadaisy for a month now you gotten to know when everyone Rocky ivy miss may and .. a very imposing Slav and you got used to it but now you were finally on your second.rum running mission….(we don’t talk about The first one )

but now, after so minutes meeting with the dealers Rocky had his head split open. Ivy is currently speaking with some very depressed looking Dr lady now it was just you and a very thin priest, sipping tea

“So mister/miss ? “(Please insert name)” ok well as we told miss pepper your friend we’ll be alright “ you sigh happy rocky will be fine hopefully this won’t cause any more brain damage but you could feel a certain interest in this priest as Ivy described him giant spider

“so your priest ?” “ yes I’m. The lord servant “ but you do well his illegal deeds strange for a priset” “maybe but the Lord works in mysterious waves, and I need to pay my church bills “ ok that sound..fine “ awkward silence between the two of you as you both sip tea look at him he was older then you 50s but.. you had to admit he was very handsome in a strange Silver Fox way maybe rocky did said something about being more forward “… you have very pretty eyes”……what?”

You blush yeah maybe this is not appropriate time for this “ I.. thank you for the compliment “his eyebrow raise.l. You quickly try to change the subject “so you play the organ right in churches”….” Yes I do I believe i play it well but recently and my church is organ has been broken”

“ that a shame I would like to heard you play” you could see a small blush on his cheeks “ I..umm “ but before you could finish you see Ivy holding up rock “(insert name) we got to go. “ you help her with rocky as he mumbles something as you leave the door, you wave to the Abelard the awkwardly waves back in as you leave through the door, you hear the British voice again “ Abelard did you just get flirt on ?

Well, yeah, that’s it I apologize if it was terrible