#zibowski x reader

[multi-fandom-imagine]

can you do some hc’s of Viktor, Mordecai, Serafine, and Zib that have a severe fear of deep water (such as lakes, rivers, oceans, and pools) do to a accident that happened when they were younger ?

A/n: hit close to home with this one, because I have a severe fear of deep water aka - Thalassophobia

•Viktor Vasko•

Notices how tense you get when he mentioned on taking you to a trip to the lake. He wasn't blind nor was he stupid, the man could sniff out your PTSD a mile away but it was not his place to ask about your trauma.

Start's to rethink his plan for on the little anniversary for you both, he does not want you to be uncomfortable. That's the last thing he want's since this weakened is special.

When you do tell him, he hates that he planed something without knowing your fear and though you tell him it's fine Viktor desperately wants to change plans but when you insist you two spend most of your time in the tent or hiking through the woods.

If you ask to try to go in the water, Viktor holds you close and will only go in the water up to your knees. He keep's you in his arms and refuses to let you go.

•Mordecai Heller•

Pins what you are afraid of right away and quickly tries to think of a way to remedy your fears though he doesn't know the exact reason why.

Think's that he can fix this because Mordecai does not like seeing you upset. Does his best to think of different ways he can help you.

Tries different ways to help, well he think's he is helping until he see's how scared you got when he mentioned on taming you to the beach and that's when you finally mentioned what happened to you and he regrets what he tried to do.

Once he learned of your fear, Mordecai keeps you away from any form of deep water and scolds anyone from wanting to try and take you in any place that deals with deep water. He's fine with that anyway. You're far more important than going swimming anyway.

•Serafine Savoy•

She already knew your fear and your trauma behind it since you told her. She doesn't mind it since everyone is afraid of something but she does keep a close eye on you.

It's when you two are at the pool and some boy's toss you in the deep end that she really see's how deep your fear is rooted. The woman swears she see's red as Nico is pulling you from the water.

Serafine hates seeing how scared you are, hates that you can't even hear her brother trying to talk to you. Your frantic cries or how you barely register that Nico is trying to calm you.

She is the one that ends up calming you down, pulling you into her chest as you desperately cling to her. She is soothing you while Nico goes to take care of the problem.

Serafine spends most of her time by yourside, she doesn't like you being alone. She doesn't trust any idiots near you, to help you. You're far too important to her than some silly pool anyway.

•Dorian Zibowski•

Doesn't really understand it but like Serafine get's it that people can be afraid of certain things.

Does his best to make light of it, to make you feel better. That its fine to be afraid of things, tells you his fears to make you feel better.

Jokes about he's fine staying away from lakes, pools or whatever that has deep water. Zib is fine with it. He'll happily sit on the beach, pool deck or dry land with you. It's better anyway, he likes to sleep in your arms.

Tease's about taking bath's with you as he lazily wraps his arm around your waist. "I'll keep you safe."

[glowinggator]

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. 

[a-libra-writes]

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

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

Being a Jazz Singer & Performer!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ang3l-fac33]

hello!

my name is angel! <3 i��m really nervous to be doing this because i’m new to all this but i’m giving it a shot anyway! so i apologize for any bad grammar, punctuation, etc. please be patient with me! <3

some things about me/ basic info:

-my name is angel

-i am 18!

-i am aroace

-i have an obsession with lackadaisy :3

what fandoms i’ll write for:

-hazbin hotel

-lackadaisy

(these are the only ones i’m willing to do for now since these are the two that have the strongest hold on me rn ^w^ but i might add more in the future!)

what characters i’ll write for:

-anyone in the hazbin series except for valentino. fuck that guy

-anyone in lackadaisy!

what i will do:

-fluff

- x readers

- suggestive things (maybe)

-oneshots

- angst (warning im not good at writing angst since all the stuff ive written before is mostly fluff!)

what i won’t do:

- smut (i can’t write smut)

- anything weird or illegal

- character x oc’s

other notes:

it might take me some time to finish any requests sent due to me getting burnt out easily! that and as i said before i’m very nervous which kind of effects my writing and how good my fic’s may be. hopefully in the future i’ll learn to be more confident.

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well i think that’s it for now guys! if you have any other questions or think there’s something i’m missing don’t be afraid to message me! :D bye bye!

[the-marigold-reception]

Zibs Confession Letter

Dear [Name],

I'm laying it on the line, see? You're the cat's meow, no denying that. The way you carry yourself, the sparkle in your peepers, it's got me all shook up. Yeah, I said it.

But don't go getting any big ideas, doll. This ain't no hearts and flowers deal. Nah, it's more like a shot in the dark, a roll of the dice. I ain't one to pour out my feelings like a sap, but here I am, spillin' the beans.

Maybe it's the way you flip your lid or the way you strut your stuff, but somethin' about you gets under my skin. And yeah, maybe I find myself daydreaming about ya when I should be minding my own beeswax.

So there it is, straight from the horse's mouth. Take it or leave it, but don't go making a federal case out of it.

Yours truly,

Dorian ‘Zib’ Zibowski

[libras-interactives]

Under the Devil's Moon - 1.1.0

This is the final stuff I wanted to add before seriously drafting Chapter 2. Woo! That means I won't be adding any additional content until Chapter 2 is mostly done, only bugfixes.

Here's where you can play the update, the usual place! It's still an HTML file and super simple y'all - open it up in whatever browser you use on desktop or mobile. PLEASE DM or message me about bugs you come across, I'm still new to this!

ALSO thank you for @ladybugkisses for taking my commission to draw my babies 🥺 Jack, Lottie, Eveline and Marius look so wonderful!!!! I'm going to be posting the picture separate because I can't get enough of it ... please check out her blog, her art is so fun and nice to look at.

Patch Notes:

Zib and Wick scenes have been added, both platonic and romantic. You won’t get all three in a single night! That’s alright  - plenty of time to meet them in Chapter 2.

Eveline has gotten a small, additional scene if you're romantically interested in her, as well as some text changes in general.

Zib and Atlas get themselves a tarot reading scene. Wick and Viktor will have to wait until you see more of them!

Filipino and Swedish have been added as culture options.

Some cultures (Mexico, Germany and Russia for now) have additional text in the Bringing Family to America deal; others will follow eventually. Mostly just some historical context because I really like reading and writing about it

Scars in general, especially visible and severe ones, have been reworked. A tin facial prosthetic (similar to those worn by WW1 vets) is an option if you'd like to cover up.

Cello and Saxophone have been added as instruments for Musician!MC.

MCs with the Baby deal can now specify what the child calls them (i.e. Mom, Papa, etc.)

Additional text and clarification in some places. Some dialogue has been changed to better suit the chosen Occupation/Personality.

Plenty of grammar fixes, typo corrections and bugfixes - Musician has been fixed quite a lot (oops) and gender is no longer rioting... For now.

A little preview for Chapter 2 ... 👁️👁️

[cryptidcorners]

Dorian “Zib” Zibowski x Reader Headcanons

= Character: Dorian “Zib” Zibowski

= Media: Lackadaisy

= Prompt: N/A

= Description: Just some Headcanons!

= Request: N/A

= Tags: Fluff !, Headcanons, Cute Stuff, Established Relationship (can be viewed as Romantic or Platonic) + Reader is !GN

= Warnings: None

Knowing Zib, he'd definitely be very blunt around you. As well as hysterically honest. He doesn't hide anything, so you aren't free from his comments. Of course, Zib doesn't have any ill intent, it's just how he is. So it's always unexpected when he sees you or other people take it too personally.

Zib has no care for those above or lower than him. As in, he'll be straightforward and offend them no matter what. You're definitely not safe from this, nobody is.

He's a very passionate man, since he still remains within Lackadaisy performing despite the lack of customers. So, expect a lot of saxophone playing & serenading! If you happen to play an instrument, he'd definitely encourage you to play. Even if it's just for a small crowd. Zib values music more than anything (including smoking & acholic beverages).

For meetups, Zib would prefer the Speakeasy; but if we're talking about miscellaneous locations, it'd probably be in cheap restaurants (preferably Italian if he truly has an appetite), lonely streets or areas where he can smoke in peace. He isn't the type to explore rich, clean areas like a lot of other men, and frankly, I don't think he gives a hoot.

He's pretty affectionate, mostly in private. He appreciates cuddling a lot, especially after a rough night. Zib doesn't think affection should be limited to romance, so if you two are alone, he'll definitely hug you a lot.

Pretty sure it's been confirmed he enjoys Eastern religions and philosophy. He's pretty shy about talking about his interests, mostly because he likes to keep an apathetic, cool outside demeanor. If you somehow get him to open up, Zib would never shut up. Once you open the door, you won't be able to close it for a long time.

Surprisingly, he's very comforting. Any hardships at all, Zib will always be at your aid. He's also gentle as well, especially due to it being a vulnerable moment for both of you.

[master-muffinn]

Lackadaisy

When their s/o accidentally farts.  😮

And it was in that moment you know…you fu**ed up. They laugh. Hard. “S/o did your ass say something or what?!” They will make fun of you, and probably use it against you whenever they feel like it. But If they see that it hurts you, then they’ll tone it down of course. Honestly, they probably already have been farting in front of you before and laugh about it, especially if you make a funny face.

Asa, Nicodeme, Serafine

Those cats doesn't give a fu*k. You must likely get a quick side glance, but that’s it. They are respectful and grown up. Everyone farts, it’s natural. Why make such a fuss? But if they notice that you are freaking out about it, they will simply tell you, “Don’t worry about it s/o, it happens for everyone. I'm not gonna make fun of you.” (or something like that). However they expect the same respect from you if they ever would let out a fart as well.

Atlas, Viktor, Dominic, Elsa, Mrs Bapka, 

Disgust…Is written over their face. “s/o did you just…gross..” Will probably move a few steps away from you. They won't be like that for long tho, but they expect you to apologize for your little “mistake”. This will never happen to them of course! They excuse themselves to the bathrooms or when they know nobody is around. 

Mordecai, Ivy, Abelard, Lacy, Nina, Mitzi?

They are quiet and give you a surprised expression 👀😶 They are trying to think of what they should say or do. Should they tell you it’s ok, it happens? No then s/o might be even more embarrassed. Should they just laugh it off? No that would be mean. Maybe they should… But under those seconds they are trying to think of something. They are either giving out different weird face expressions or looking at you with a straight 😐 face. Which may come out the wrong way.

Wick, Calvin, Horatio, Bobby?

Looking at you and then giving you a little teasing smirk. “Did you hear something, hmm?” But they would stay at that. They would self be a little embarrassed if it was them farting in front of their lover, so they wouldn't make a big deal out of it. They have probably been covering it up when they fart and talking about something or gone somewhere else with you to avoid the smell. 

Zib, Rocky

Doesn't even notice, lol.

Virgil

Thank you for reading! If liked, reblogs are very appreciated! :) 

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Lackadaisy belong to @lackadaisycats I recommend reading the series! Really Great!

[roovali]

Zib x GN! Reader

Repost: @/rockyssimp on Wattpad! (Me)

About: Y/n, passes out on the street on their walk home after their shift. Only to be aided by Zib.

Y/N was walking home one night, it was pretty late. These late night shifts they had were really starting to take a toll on them. Their hair and outfit was a complete mess from the 9 hour shift they had, but hey, whatever let's them pay the bills.

The feline was stumbling a little, it was hard for them to keep their eyes open. Were they really that tired? Y/N kept walking, till it was starting to get harder, and harder to see. Till, they eventually felt their legs give out, as the cat then fell to the floor with a thud.

Zib was standing nearby, he was leaning on a wall, smoking. When he noticed the person drop down to the floor, his eyes widened. Zib quickly put his cigarette out, dropping it to the ground as he quickly went over to the person, who laid unconscious on the cold ground. Zib scanned them for a few seconds, till he saw their chest raising and falling. They were passed out. Zib let out a sigh of relief, but now he had to figure out what to do with them. Zib shook his head, as he stared down at the cat. "I suppose you'll be staying with me for now.." he muttered, as he gently picked up the person, bridal style, as he then walked back to the speakeasy.

He eventually had made it, he went straight to where Mitzi was sat, who was seated at the bar beside Wick. "There you are–goodness, what happened??" Mitzi questioned, hopping up from her seat on the stool, walking over to take a better look at the person in the male's arms. "I have no clue. My best guest is that they just passed out from exhaustion." Zib answered, shrugging slightly. "What are you going to do, Dorian?" Wick asked, Zib sighed, "I decided to just let them stay with me for now.. That's why I'm here, just to let you all know where I'll be." he finished, as he turned around to leave. Mitzi and Wick only exchanged a look, before going back to what they were doing.

After awhile, Zib had arrived at his apartment building, pushing the door open, using his foot to shut it behind him once he was in. He still had the person in his arms, he glanced around the room, he didn't have much, but it would have to do for now. His room was a bit of a mess, but it wasn't like was expecting company. Zib decided he was just allow them to have the bed, it was just one night. Zib carefully set the person down, placing the blanket over them. He stared at them for a few more seconds, before turning away. He stared at a chair he had in the corner. "It's going to have to do.." he said quietly, as he went over to the chair.

The next morning, Y/N woke to, smelling the scent of smoke. Cigarettes. Y/N slowly opened their eyes, looking around the room. "Where am I..?" they whispered, but their eyes widened when they landed on a man leaned back in a chair with his fedora covering his face. 'Was.. Was I kidnapped?!' Y/N thought in panic, they weren't sure what happened, but they definitely felt like they needed to leave. Y/N slowly slid out of the bed, the bed creaking unpleasantly as they did, making them cringe. They froze when they saw the man start to move, it was clear he was waking up.

'SHIT, SHIT, SHIT.'

Y/N cursed in their head, as they stood still, staring at the man as he slowly took his hats off. The two then locked eyes, it was silent, until the man spoke. "Good. You're awake, it's good to see you aren't dead." Zib told them casually, as he stood up from the chair, lighting a cigarette not long after. Y/N only rose a brow at him, no longer feeling much fear, but confusion. 'How is he this chill?!' they questioned in their head. "Hey.. Uh.. What happened?" Y/N asked quietly, still nervous around this cat. Zib only turned his head to them, puffing out some smoke. "My apartment. I was nearby when I say you collapse on the ground, not knowing what else to do... I took you here for now." he explained, shrugging about it.

Y/N's eyes widened, as they had finally recalled everything. They were walking home late last night from their job, so that means they must've definitely passed out. "Oh–thanks, I guess.." Y/N told him, rubbing their arm gently, Zib only nodded, as he continued to smoke. "So.. What's your name?" Y/N asked, staring at him with a small smile. "Zib.. Why were you out so late anyhow?" he asked, as his eyes continued to stare at them. They sigh, sitting back onto the bed, "Well.. It's because of my job–" they started, but they  felt their heart stop when they remembered they had to work today as well. Zib only rose a brow at them, but his eyes widened slightly when he saw Y/N get up in a hurry. "Thank you, but! I, I really gotta go!" Y/N explained in a hurry, waving to him, they went towards the door and opening it. Before they could leave however, Zib quickly grabbed ahold of their wrist, causing Y/N to look up at them confused. Zib was surprised with himself, as he just stared quietly at Y/N. Not a word exchanged, but Zib cleared his throat, letting go. "You.. Never told me your name.. Also.. I hope this ain't weird, but. Where do you work? I might stop by sometime." Zib questioned, as he continued to stare down at the feline. Y/N stayed quiet, but they smiled, letting out a soft laugh. "Right.. It's Y/N, and I work at the Ice Cream Shop in town.." Y/N answered, Zib nodded, as he returned the small smile. "Well, Y/N.. Maybe I'll see you around~?" he asked playfully, Y/N smiled more, nodding, "For sure.. See you, Zib.." Y/N told him, as they then walked down the hall, with Zib only smiling as he watched them go...

[samrsgyi]

Allah, Allah, we have finally come

So I am now going to write for lackadaisy. I'm making this a post special!!!

Characters:

Rocky

Ivy

Freckle

Zib

Serafine

Mordecai

Viktor

Atlas

Mitzi May

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: I love this!

•Viktor•

Viktor loved his little girls more than anything, when you first told him that you were pregnant he was over joyed. This was his chance at happiness again, and when he find out that you were pregnant with twins well Viktor nearly fainted from shock.

He wouldn't screw this up, he wouldn't because you meant the world to him, his little girls meant the world to him.

Picking up a few toys, Viktor heard a giggle. It was one of the twins. He knew he should bring her back to her crib, he couldn't imagine what was going through your mind if you found one of your children missing. "Čo tu robíte?"

Viktor couldn't help but speak Slavic to her, why he knew that she didn't understand him. Her and her twin sister seemed to enjoy when he spoke it.

Titling her head to the side, the little girl giggled waving her chubby arms in the air.

"Papo!"

Dropping the toy's, Viktor's eye went wide as he took a step towards her. "Vhat did you say?"

"Papo!Papo!Papo" The baby squealing over and over at her father as he lifted her in the air.

"Haha! My little angels firsts words!" Smiling, Viktor pressed his head against hers. "This will be our little secret."

•Zib•

Sleeping on the couch, Zib felt two of his children nuzzled into his chest as the third sat on the ground playing with his hats. Dorian was grateful how mellow his children were, they were so calm, sweet and he knew that he had you to thank for that.

One of his eyes peaking open he chuckled seeing the youngest looking up at him. "What's caught your attention bud?"

Chewing on Zib's hat, a giggle escaped the little boys lips as he crawled over to his father. "Daddy!"

Sitting up, Zib had to hold the other two children to his chest to make sure they didn't fall off. This was the first word that he had spoken, he couldn't believe that he was his son's first words. "Ha! You hear that?! I was his first words...come here buddy."

Now holding all three of his children, Zib held them close. "My three little ones." He muttered closing his eyes.

Watching him, you relaxed further into your chair. It was an adorable site, to see this side of your husband. "You're such a good father Dorian, I want you to know that."

Humming, Zib shook his head still holding the triplets. "Well if you say so then I gotta believe it."

•Rocky•

If there was one thing at Rocky loved more than anything than it had to be him playing the violin for you and his son. He'd often play for you when you were pregnant and now he'd play for his son.

Smiling, he took out the violin as his son watched eagerly. "Are you ready?"

The little boy nodded his head eagerly, nearly bouncing in the seat as he watched his father with excitement. "Y...ya....p..." wrinkling his nose the little boy listened to his father as he tried to speak. "Papa!"

The bow screeching across the strings, dropping the violin to the ground. Rocky instead lifted his son in the air giving him a spin as he let out a joyful laugh though it did not take long for you to slip out of the room rubbing your eyes. "What's going on?"

"He said his first word! I was his first word!" Rocky beamed.

Smiling, you held back a yawn as you walked over to them both. "Isn't that the cutest thing."

•Mordecai•

If someone would have told Mordecai that he would he married with a child he would have laughed in their faces, it seemed like a novel concept, it didn't feel real and yet here he was playing chess with you his wife as his daughter sat on his lap.

"Just because you are pregnant, it doesn't mean I will go easy on you." Mordecai teased.

Snorting, you rolled your eyes giving him a playful smile. No one saw this side to him, he may have been stoic, kept his emotions close but you knew the he loved you and your daughter, you knew that he'd love this child too.

Sitting in her father's lap, the toddler looked up at her father then to the board game of you both playing chess. Eyes going wide for a moment, she reached for one of the pieces beaming up at her father.

"Dada!"

About to take the piece away from her, Mordecai's eyes went wide as he froze. Your laughter echoing around him. "All that word paid off."

"You." Flustered, Mordecai avoided his gaze as he instead held his daughter close. "Thank you."

[glowinggator]

Lackadaisy Masterlist

Key:

“🧡” = Over 1000 Words (Oneshot)

“💜” = Under 1000 Words (Drabble)

“🖤” = Headcanons 

Currently accepting requests!

Roark "Rocky" Rickaby:

Holiday Baking 🖤 (23 Dec. 2024)

Friends to Lovers - 🖤 (5 July 2024)

Two Maniacs in Love 💜 (8 April 2024)

Rags and Riches 🧡 (30 March 2024)

Cuddling with Rocky 💜(21 February 2024)

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

First Date 🖤 (9 Jan 2024)

Kissing: Rocky Rickaby🖤 (27 Dec 2023)

Rocky with someone who is calm, collected, and mysterious 🖤 (25 Dec 2023)

Saint Louis Solidago 💜 (18 Dec 2023)

Calvin "Freckle" McMurray

Friends to Lovers - 🖤 (5 July 2024)

This and that 💜 (31 March 2024)

Kissing: Calvin McMurray 🖤 (23 Jan 2024)

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

Ivy Pepper

Friends to Lovers - 🖤 (5 July 2024)

Mitzy May

...Coming soon!

Viktor Vasko

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

Dorian "Zib" Zibowski

Zib/Nervous! Reader 🖤 (23 Jan 2024)

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

Sedgewick "Wick" Sable

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

Mordecai Heller

Holiday Baking 🖤 (23 Dec. 2024)

Sleeping/Cuddling 💜 (3 April 2024)

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

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

Kissing: Mordecai Heller 🖤 (2 Jan 2024)

Nicodeme "Nico" Savoy

Temptation 🧡 (9 April 2024)

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

Serafine Savoy

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

Proposal 💜 & 🖤 (29 Dec 2023)

Wes Clyde

Catching Feelings 🖤(30 March 2024)

[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.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Um,um,um,um. MoreFicsOfZib PLEASE?? PRETTY PLEASE?? 😭😭

A/n: 👀👀 my favorite boy

Prompt used:

[ cosmopolitan] - one muse offers to doll the other up, and they begrudgingly agree (because they know how happy it will make their s/o)

Dorian wasn't one that enjoyed going out, he much rather lay in bed with you....sleeping.

But of course Rocky had to blab about some party being held and the way your eyes lit up well he could hardly say no to you.

Not when you mean so much to him anyways.

Standing in front of the mirror, shoulders slump he didn't even realize you stepped up behind him. Chin resting on his shoulder as you fixed his tie then smoothed out his white shirt. "Hello handsome."

Biting back a snort, Zib glanced at you as he gave you a crooked him as he let his arm snake around your waist. "You're one to talk doll face...look at you, now I'm gonna have to beat all the guy's away."

Feeling warmth creep up your neck you shook your head giving him a bashful smile. "Come on let's get going handsome....if you're lucky we can leave early."

"Sounds good to me." Zib muttered as he lead you out the door. Your head resting against his side, a bright smile on your face.

Watching you, Zib's own smile formed on his face holding you. He always did love seeing you this happy, maybe to night won't be so bad after all.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Maybe some fluff for Zib from Lackadaisy? Maybe him and his partner are having a lazy day at home. Cuddling in bed in the morning, Zib hanging off of reader while they're making food, and cuddling on the couch to finish off the day. I adore Zib so much and just wanna give him snuggles and kisses. 😩

A/n: 👏👏 i love Zib too! He's my favorite.

It was hot....too hot for you to be doing anything, so why were you. The only thing he wanted was to drag you back into bed and just sleep but nooo you just had to prep for dinner.

Arms wrapped around you, Zib rested his chin on your shoulder. Cheek pressing into yours as his arms lazily wrapped around your hips. "You almost finished?"

Letting out a small laugh, you glanced over at him shaking your head. "You know, this could go by much faster if you helped."

Snorting, Zib nuzzled his cheek into yours as he gave your hips a squeeze. "You know I'd just mess it up."

Humming, you finished off the last of what you needed to cook for latter patting his cheek gently as you gave him a teasing grin. "Well you're right about that...how about we go relax on the porch. It's going to be a while till I to cook."

"You don't need to tell me twice." Following lazily behind you. Zib practically collapsed on you, his body melting into yours as he let his head rest on your chest. He always found your heartbeat so soothing and the way you played with ears was just perfect, he knew that he would die happy in your arms. "You always smell so good."

"That so." You smiled as you started to caress his back as you felt Zib tighten his hold on you. Tail twitching every now and then. "You falling a sleep on me Dorian Zibowski?"

"Hmp...not my fault you're so comfortable. Just a little nap...then..then we can eat." Zib muttered as he let his body fully relax into you.

Sighing, a small smile formed as you continued to caress his ears. "Okay...I believe you...just a little nap Dorian...it is our lazy day after all."

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Hii! Could I ask for green tourmaline with Zib? (Him healing after Mitzi found Atlas perhaps?)

And blue lace agate with Wick if possible?

Please and thanks (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

A/n: awe Zib 😩

crystal prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

Prompts Used:

⟣ green tourmaline (heart healer) - “i never thought i’d love someone like this again.”

⟣ blue lace agate (physical healing) - “hey, don’t you think you should take a break? the doctor warned you about what would happen if you over-exerted yourself.”

•Dorian Zibowski•

⟣ green tourmaline (heart healer) - “i never thought i’d love someone like this again.”

Dorian never thought about love when he was a kid, it never even crossed his mind and as he got older it the only thing he really cared about was sex and alcohol but he knew he felt something for Mitzi, he had too.

It could have been love, it sure as hell hurt when he found out about Mitzi marrying Atlas. It was, it felt like a knife to the gut so he did what any rational guy would that was heartbroken.

He drank, he swore he didn't remember most days during those days but he sure as hell remembers meeting you. The man swore he fell head over heels for you, or that could have just been you running into him- knocking him on his ass.

Zib couldn't quite understand why he was so attracted to you. It wasn't just about the sex, connection he felt with you was so much more than just sex. He felt like he had known you his whole life,it's like you were made for him.

Lying in bed with you, Zib felt your body shift as you rested your head on his chest. “You know, I never thought i’d love someone like this again.”

Glancing up at the man, you let out a small yawn that slipped into a smile. "You're so cute Zib." Leaning up you placed a kiss to the edge of his lips. "I love you too, you don't have to worry about feeling alone ever again."

•Sedgewick Sable•

⟣ blue lace agate (physical healing) - “hey, don’t you think you should take a break? the doctor warned you about what would happen if you over-exerted yourself.”

Wick was grateful for someone like you in his life, you were always looking out for him know matter how much he worked himself. He was already smitten for you but the moment you helped him when he had broken his arm the man knew that he was going to marry you.

And it seemed that it was one of those days, he swore he wasn't sick but that's not what the doctor told him but it's not like he could just stop working! He could never just pawn his work off on somebody else!

A sharp cough escaping his chest as he did his best to focus on the paper in front of him. The words started to blur together, he didn't even notice you walking into his office.

"Wick."

You frowned walking towards the man hunched over his desk, you should have known he would sneak off to work. "hey, don’t you think you should take a break? the doctor warned you about what would happen if you over-exerted yourself."

Placing your hands on your hips, you sighed rolling your eyes grasping a hold of his arms as Wick started to protested. "Sleep! Get some sleep Wick."

Groaning, Wick slumped into your side as he chuckled. "Fine...fine....I'll listen to you...you always know what to say." He muttered.

Parting your lips, you rolled your eyes smiling softly as you helped him in his bed. "Thanks I think."