#emil sinclair x reader

[schizoidcel]

Hii! Saw that you’ve opened requests for project moon. What about Sinclair x reader (original universe or mirror) where reader was sure that Sinclair hates them. But Sinclair was just shy + his menacing gaze wasn’t particularly helping. Kinda hurt - comfort. Btw have a good day!

## CINQ!SINCLAIR x READER ★☆

🤍🖤 ﹒ ENGAGEMENT . .

－ notes ̽ ۪⠀i did cinq sinclair since i think he fit lol (for the other anon who reqeusted (yk who u r) ILL GET TO IT I SWEAR m just struggling abit but with the prompt u gave vut bear with me pls♡)

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : not proofread, MIGHT be abit the tiniest bit ooc

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : your new director lowkey scares the ever living shit out of you :heart:

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Oh he's terrifying

You were recently promoted to south section 4, and ofcourse you heard the things you dubbed as 'rumours' about the director of the branch.

Now, not only did you think wrong, but you felt like he had something against you

Yes, you talked to him from time to time, and from the way he spoke with you and with others you gathered that he was a timid and nervous man

But it all just changed when he was lecturing people, moreso if he was in an ACTUAL duel

Seeing him in the 'training hall' trying to teach tricks and whatnot to his underlings, but ultimately he either accidently ends up being too hard on them or

Uh

Actually just that .

Frankly you were abit scared to train under him aswell

Sure, he did seem truly kind hearted ..

So why is it that whenever you felt a stare on you, you felt like you were having a fight to the death with the south section 1 fixers

UEAG anyway

Soon enough, it was your time to train with him! Yay!

He had his eye on you (very obviously) and was excited to have a friendly training session with you<3

But you were (also very obviously) scared and reluctant around him, sighing alot

Which made the maneven more nervous 😭😭

He's used to people being frightened while getting trained by him but he genuinely thought he was nice with you so far and that you two had something going

Did he do something wrong. Why are you scared. He dosen't mean to bite he swears

He tries to distract himself from the fact you might REALLY REALLY not like him by straying off course and teaching you random ass association battle tricks everyone should actually be aware of (even though suprisingly you learnt some new stuff)

He can't properly express his emotions, it's a thing he struggles with

After interacting with him you can pick up that he's just a demure young man, one you'll have to be patient with

You'll have to reassure him that he's fine and he'll go back to normal! (as normal as he can got back to)

────────── ♱ ❜ 🖤 . .

"G-good day, [name]! How are you?" The child asked, looking at them with curiosity. "...Well, you know, same old, same old... Ha. Ha. Haha." Some thoughts suicide got into their head for a moment.

However, the child didn't seem to care. Infact, he was ecstatic at the answer he had been given. "That's good to hear..! Uhm, as you're new, I'll make sure to teach you alot." He said with a smile.

Yet again, he wasn't entirely stupid. He could tell that everyone he duelled against had always been in a state of distress, and this time was no different.

What was different was the fact that the child had a newfound determination of trying his best to make sure the same incident dosen't happen again.

He had been wanting to talk to the newly promoted fixer for awhile now. At times, he would think of trying to figure out what to say that would be a good enough excuse to approach them.

He did not find this excuse, and kept staring at them for a long period of time accidently, which in turn inevitably brought upon a wrong idea in the head of his person of interest.

Sure, he was awkward, but he tried, and he found this a good oppurtunity. The child didn't want to give up.

"Alright, so..." He started to raise his voice just a little bit, not wanting to come off as too uncertain. "First, it's important to know the right way to yield the sword, but I'm aware you know that..." He chuckled abit, trying to lighten up the mood. He was in thought for abit, then began speaking once more.

"'Disengagement' is a commonly used tactic, as it is also very effective if executed correctly. I assume you also know of that?" The child questioned and proceeded to draw his sword.

The other child, dubbed [name], nodded their head. "I do." Although, the voice suggested more of a 'I don't actually know, but please let me be.' tone rather than a 'I know, and you don't have to teach me.' tone.

"Well, I would still like to teach you it in a more proper way. As your new director!" A sigh came out of the newly promoted Fixer's mouth, which made the child awkwardly chuckle. "...Uhm..." He thought he might've done something wrong. Not just in the interaction happening right now, but also the several times he attempted to be friendly with his person of interest, who now looked completely done and unnerved infront of him. Yet he couldn't focus on that right now. "Alright, let me demonstrate --"

The childs underling looked abit more stressed after he uttered those words, but they drew their sword aswell regardless.

The child proceeded to instruct his trainee.

It was obvious that both of them were in completely different physical spaces.

"'Pistol Grip', [name]." "Like this?" "N... No. Wait, let me -" "Ouch." "- Sorry!"

What was also kind of obvious was that they were in completely different mental spaces.

'Oh god. I can't keep going on like this... The awkwardness is killing me. I feel like I'm doing something wrong.' 'I wonder if director Quixote is singing in the Caféteria again...'

However, as both the children were distracted on the training field, an accident was sure to arrive soon.

Unfortunately, the director almost completely pierced through the shoulder of the one he trained. "Shit--" "O-oh dear..! [Name], I'm- I'm so sorry! I was..." The child panicked as he dropped his weapon and walked towards his trainee for today with haste, abit uncharacteristically. Thankfully, nobody really paid attention to nor noticed the both of them, due to the hall being so loud. The injured child groaned abit in pain as they clutched their shoulder, which made the directors heart fill up with guilt.

"A-again, I apologize sincerely, [name]. I'm just... Really distracted, I don't know how to explain it." He did, actually. He just really didn't want to because pf embarassment. "Maybe we should cancel the training session, I'll get you some assistance --"

"O-oh, director, don't worry about it." "..?" "It's alright. I know how you feel, actually. So I can understand. Cancelling the session really isn't necessary, It was probably my fault for treating this whole encounter weirdly in the first place... Maybe you in general, too. So I should apologize... Sorry."

The child looked abit taken aback from that statement, but shook his head and let out a relieved chuckle, "It's alright, please don't worry... I'm, uh, glad we resolved this." He smiled, a smile unusually soft and heart felt, especially coming from this one.

"Then, I hope you can come to me abit more in confidence if you need anything, [name]." The child seemed to have been abit more at ease now, which made him manage to speak quite normally.

He wondered if it would be considered weird to ask them to hang out later right in this moment.

"... I change my mind, can we bandage this?" "Ah, but ofcourse..!"

HEARTS FOR UR REQUEST <3 i had fun writing this hes so pathetic lol. i added a scenario cus i didnt rlly know how to do the hcs (ALSO SORRY IF HES OOC? im not the biggest sinnie fan so i mightve messed up oops

on another note .. i wanted to use the narrator for the id uptie stories cus i feel like it'd be neater that way. so i didnt really describe every single emotional change but im sure yall can like figure out where and what

ૢ་༘࿐ thank you for reading ! Ⳋ᧙

[limbusimagines]

Hi Mod Liqui! I'm so happy to see someone writing for LC. This game is so cool but a bit hard xD

Could you write a platonic! reader(gender neutral) x emil? Reader may or may not be a sinner. As for genre, maybe angst but with a happy ending? Like reader is in danger but our german boi is here to save us. Hope that makes sense lol

Thank you in advance!

p.s. sorry if I said smth dumb. I struggle a lot with english

Of course! Also no worries hehe, you came across perfectly fine! Congratulations on being the first ask!

Sinclair saving civilian Reader

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You just had to have been stupid enough to dart out of your dingy home without checking the time properly. Your adrenaline fueled mind hadn't made the connection to cast a glance at the LED clock on your nightstand after you had realized your cat had bolted out of your apartment through a window you had forgotten to close.

Rushing through the streets in your pajamas like a disheveled madman, you hadn't yet realized the danger that would continue to arise with every call of your cat's name.

It was only once you found the poor thing with paws layered a deep black and fur matted with grime and dirt, fearfully trodden deep within the backstreets, you had realized the situation you were in.

While your adrenaline addled self was too busy coaxing your terrified cat down a rusted apartment fan unit she had somehow leaped to, a hulking figure began to approach you.

The unpleasant grind of metal against metal working in unison to approach you gave way to another presence and you were (unfortunately) able to recognize what this presence was.

Rusted plates, quiet whine of release valves, a stark and stained blade, and piercing amber glow.

It was 3am in the backstreets, and you found yourself in the middle of a sweeper cleanup.

Instincts kicked in, and you bolted.

Despite the frenzied thoughts going through your mind, you had managed to pick out a single coherent one & figured it was better you than your poor cat, who you wish you could've taken better care of.

You weaved corner after corner, ungracefully leaping across some piles of rubbish, nailing a couple of rough landings that your ankles nearly gave way to. You'd hadn't looked back at your pursuers to see if they had gained distance on you, you didn't want to.

You figured that, maybe, by some stroke of luck, if you could bear through the burning of your lungs and ache of your feet long enough, you would be able to run into a fixer office.

However, you approach a dead end.

Perfect. Excellent.

It was over, you had officially taken the reward for Dumbass Of The Year. You didn't even want to bother with a prayer or some grim ovation as a testament to your life as the seconds count down. Your cat was the only one who would've ever really known you were missing.

You let out a derisive snort and, in an act of complete defeat, hunched down. Accepting your gruesome end.

However, what bode for you wasn't exactly as you had thought.

Wet, light steps sounded out, the rhythm of it's approach sounded.. cautious? It was as if they were carefully inspecting the scene of some wreck, the metaphorical wreck being you. You could tell this wasn't a sweeper.

You looked up and, what you saw was a stark contrast to your expectations.

A short, dirty blonde boy, clad in a black coat with red accents and a slightly yellowed from age dress shirt with suspenders and a red tie.

He was carefully holding your cat.

"..Um, I think this is yours?" He delicately called out.

Despite your heart hammering out of your throat, you could tell from your assessment, he did not belong to any fixer association you were aware of, which did set off some internal alarms but he seemed to have no ill-intent and even went out of his way to fetch your cat.

"W..Where's the..-- There are sweepers," Your voice was frail and taught, "Here. There are sweepers out. One was..--"

The boy flinched and looked around, nervously scanning the area.

"Oh, um, I think I got that one that was targeting you..?" He looked back, clearly unsure of how to approach your terrified figure.

He cast a glance at your cat in his arms and delicately smiled.

"I never had a pet when I was young." He seemed unsure of what to say now, as he tentatively outstretched his arms as he lowered himself to the ground, letting your cat comfortably ease out of his hands.

You, on the other hand, leaned against the wall that caved you into this dead end, breathing a sigh of relief as you felt the adrenaline begin to wear off. Your lungs and feet were burning, but that couldn't have been as worse as death.

The boy looked at you with a sympathetic look, seemingly wanting to offer a reply, before your cat had begun to rub herself between his legs.

He let out a small laugh and you straightened back up to call out, "Mimi! Come on! you've caused enough trouble for the fixer tonight, last thing he needs is your dirty ass hair on his work suit!"

Despite your scolding words, there was a mental reassurance behind it. You had been saved, your cat had been saved, you could go home with her. You had known living in the backstreets was not a cakewalk and had heard of all the horror stories, so it was for that, you felt as if you could burst into tears.

"Heheh.. it's no problem, um.." The boy hesitated, you could tell that naturally in his manner of speaking he wanted to roll your name off his tongue but had not much to go by. You noticed this and shared it with him. He repeated it back to you to affirm he had been listening.

"Right, as I was saying," He cautiously reached to pick up your cat once again, who had still been lovingly rubbing her face against his legs, "It's really no problem."

He walked closer towards you, dropping your cat near your side as he took a couple of gentle pets on her head.

"She's a sweetheart." He remarked.

You pondered back on his earlier comment about never having a pet, and wondered why he had even bothered with you in the first place.

Almost as if he read your mind, he continued, "Uhm.. as I said earlier, I never really had a pet. Closest thing was the bugs and worms."

You let out a tiny smile, and gave him a curious stare.

"Bugs and worms?" You would've offered a witty follow-up, if it wasn't for the fact this man had saved you seconds ago, so you held your tongue.

He seemed to nervously recount his earlier sentence, as if he were embarrassed over saying the wrong thing, nonetheless he replied.

"Yeah.. um, I'd feel bad for stepping on them, I had named 'em too, y'know. So, when I heard you earlier, calling out for your cat and all, curiosity got the best of me and.. well, I don't think I could've not intervened."

Silence fell over the both of you, as you cryptically stared back at him.

"T-Thank you.." The light of the moon happened to catch his ID at a perfect angle and, you could make out his name from it.

"Sinclair. Huh.." A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

Mimi grazed her head against your chest, and you reciprocated the attention she craved.

"You're more than welcome to pet her, Sinclair." You follow up, "It seems she's taken a liking towards you."

The boy, now recognized as Sinclair, slightly tenses up. Uncertainty painting his expression as he muses on a thought.

"Well, I can't be here too long but.."

He cradles Mimi's head, hesitation to touch her completely dissolved.

"I think I can go and escort you two back." A gentle look falls over his face as he watches your cat, "Wouldn't want anything to happen to this sweet girl."

Your heart fills up a bit, not in the sense you were infatuated with Sinclair, but you were always appreciative of those that respect and dote on animals.

You had a feeling the walk back wouldn't be short of conversation between you two.

[silkenedstars]

Blade Lineage Sinners and Love Languages

Specifically, the love languages that they prefer from their s/o.

₊✦Limbus Company | Sinners x gn!reader | Contains minor spoilers for Canto 3!!✦₊

Additional Notes: Unedited, kurokumo version should be out hopefully soon;; Also RR4 was super easy.

˚₊✦ Quality Time ✦₊˚

Yi Sang is not one for words, not anymore. His heart had gone cold from the bitterness of that day and yearned for revenge. He would keep everyone at an arm's length, so long as it meant that he would achieve his goal one day.

However, one thing that he could never deny himself was your presence.

Though he might not be one for affection – not that he minded if you were to initiate it – and certainly not one for gifts, he could never deny the way your presence would soothe his wounded heart whenever you joined him on his patrols.

Listening to your voice was calming. Listening to you rambling about any matter would, more often than not, ease him into a rest without nightmares haunting him.

If the two of you weren't fugitives, if neither of you had joined the Blade Lineage, if the Blade Lineage didn't fall apart as badly as it had, then Yi Sang would've loved to take you to his hometown for a trip. The two of you walking side by side silently and taking in the nature around you would be the ideal way for Yi Sang to show his appreciation towards you, but alas, those days would never become a reality.

The most he could offer were those patrols you joined him for, and for the time being, that was enough.

Perhaps, in the distant future, he'd get the chance to take you to his hometown.

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˚₊✦ Gift Giving ✦₊˚

Faust kept every single item that you gave her inside a safe.

It didn't matter to her if the item was an expensive jewel that cost you a leg and an arm to buy, it didn't matter to her if it was something you spent days making just for her, nor did it matter if it was something you saw off the side of the road and decided to bring back to her for a variety of reasons.

Every single second you spent thinking about her was a precious second. Each one filled with beauty that was dedicated to her.

This kind of affection was a treasure, for sure. Faust might not be able to reciprocate your feelings besides offering you her presence and a cup of tea, but she would gladly offer her life if it meant that you got to live, even if it was just a second longer.

If there was a kind of gift she prefered over the others you gave her, though, then it would have to be the accessories as well as the rare outfits that you got her.

It was a shame that she couldn't wear them– the accessories in fear of them getting stolen the moment of her death, and the outfits in fear of ruining them with blood and cuts. But if she could, then she wouldn't hesitate to flaunt them around; showing others how much your cared for her and how she was yours.

It was a nice thought, but one that she couldn't make reality.

So for now, they'd stay in her safe where no one could take them away.

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˚₊✦ Physical Touch ✦₊˚

Don adored it when your fingers trailed over her battle scars.

She loved it even more when you kissed each and every single one of them.

Someone as great as you showing her affection via the scars that were her pride and joy?

She thanked every fixer in the City for allowing this to happen to her, swearing to repay their blessings – and your affection, of course – as much as she could.

And repay, she did.

Putting on her most chivalrous act, every morning she'd greet you right outside your room; kneeling down before you and bringing your hand to her lips for a brief kiss, giddily waiting for your reaction.

She refused to leave your side, offering you help with every single little thing. It wasn't because Don thought you wouldn't be able to do these things yourself, no, but because she so desperately wanted to be your knight and help you as much as she could.

The one thing she loved offering the most was her blade.

Not just because she loved fighting for you, as a chivalrous knight would for royalty, but also because of the way you'd treat her after a battle.

She melted each time your calloused and scarred hands cupped her face in them, nearly squishing her cheeks as you praised and scolded her at the same time.

She gushed over the way you nursed her wounds for battles when she was especially careless.

And she swooned over the way you'd kiss her cheeks and call her your knight, so much so that she wouldn't be able to stop thinking or gushing about it for days straight.

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˚₊✦ Physical Touch ✦₊˚

Meursault was so, so tired.

Between the Kurokumo Clan that effortlessly cornered them and the occasional assassins sent by S Corp, Meursault had been completely exhausted. He couldn't take a small break either, not when it could mean death for every single person depending him.

So it meant that much more whenever you hugged him while he was working, or when you cuddled him during the few moments of rest that he got. The warmth of your body was soothing, and he never had it himself to not wrap an arm around you and pull you close.

Holding you in his arms was the best way for him to relax and get back to planning with a clear head and fresh perspective. And if you were to help him plan things? All the better.

The only problem was that his neutral expression seemed to scare you away from being affectionate, and him trying to smile seemed to make things worse for some reason.

Oh, Wings, how could he solve this little issue?

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˚₊✦ Words of Affirmation ✦₊˚

To claim that Sinclair knew what he was doing would be nothing short of a lie.

He had no clue what he was doing, especially not in the battlefield where something seemed to overtake him; leaving him confused, scared and filled with doubts whenever it left his body.

So he appreciated it so, so much when you reassured him.

You didn't compliment him like the other members did after a battle, instead easing his fears and telling him that he wasn't a senseless murderer like his irrational mind said he was.

Despite being the obvious, those words meant so much to him.

And so did your smiles and the way you said "you can do it!" or "you'll be okay!", they all meant, so, so much.

When he first joined the Blade Lineage, he used to be so meek; too blinded by his revenge for Kromer to realize what exactly he had become a part of, and too much of a scaredy cat to leave when he saw what he was capable of in his first battle.

Had it not been for you and your soothing words, he didn't know where he'd be right now. Making the same mistake he did with Kromer, probably.

But he had you now, you and your soothing words. Every time he hesitated, you were there to encourage him. Every time he doubted himself, you were there to reassure him. Every time he needed you, you were there for him.

That was all he needed.

...Well that and the way you'd squish his cheeks whenever you thought he looked cute.

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˚₊✦ Acts of Service ✦₊˚

Outis had been stuck doing things that others were telling her to do for so long, so it came as a surprise when she woke up one morning to find a breakfast already prepared for her.

At first, she was uncomfortable, demanding to learn who it was that decided to make her breakfast, and stammering a little when she found out it was you. While taking care of others wasn't a task that bothered her that much, she knew full well how much energy and effort it took to do exactly that. It was a thankless job more often than not, and sometimes way more difficult than it needed to be. Not to mention that someone being in the exact position as she used to be was upsetting, even if she didn't show it much.

However, the moment she realized that you were doing this as a way to show your affection as opposed to seeing this as a chore you had to do, her tune quickly changed.

What started as breakfest in bed turned into you helping her with her chores, and while she told you off at times to make sure you got rest, she appreciated every little thing you did for her and she made sure to thank you for every one of them.

If you ever needed her, she'd be right there, be it for something big or small.

You got gravely injured during your last battle and need someone to nurse you back to health? No problem, she'll gladly help you.

You need to get something from a shelf that you can't reach? No problem, she'll get it for you.

You want someone to hold your hand because you don't want to get lost in a crowded area? No problem, she'll just carry you.

She might get a little overbearing, but she's doing it to repay your love for her; to let you know that she'll be there for you if you ever need someone. She means well, even if her smile makes her look like she's scheming your downfall.

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[average-limbus-fan]

Yan!ishy headcanons first. her cg of her true desire was insane

Alrighty then Yandere sinners it is :3

Yandere Ishmael Headcanons

* Like some of the other sinners her yandere version isn’t too different from her normal self

* She’ll still have the same harsh attitude she normally has but her words and insults will be more personal and they’ll cut deep

* Unlike some of the other sinners however she would know that what she was doing was wrong

* She simply doesn’t seem to care after everything she’s been through she thinks she deserves you

* You really should be grateful for her protection though since nobody else would be able to protect you like she can of course

* After all, …all she ever wanted was a purpose and without Ahab or Limbus Company her purpose would simply be you… and you have no choice but to go along with it

* Lest she break down your confidence and independence even more

* She’ll never even have to lay a hand on you… her words are enough

Yandere Sinclair Headcanons

* We’ve already seen that he can be prone to violent outbursts, as a yandere those would be intensified and more frequent

* He would also 100% guilt trip you into staying with him

* After all he’s already lost his family, he wouldn’t survive without you, would you really leave him to die?

* He knows to a certain degree that what he’s doing isn’t right, …but he can’t be alone again even if it means scaring you into staying with him

* And maybe threatening you…

* If he did ever harm you though, he would immediately apologize… and then make you out to be the villain for trying to “abandon” him

* He would never have hurt you if you just stayed by his side willingly… so your injuries are your fault to him

* And thus the cycle loops again

Yandere Hong Lu Headcanons

* Already has a history of being somewhat ignorant of normal social constructs this would make him one of the few yanderes who truly doesn’t see anything wrong with what they’re doing

* He was raised wealthy so he was used to getting whatever he wanted presumably

* And if he wanted you then he would have you

* No you don’t get a say in the matter

* Will mentally torment you into staying with him

* He also somehow knows where you are at all times…

* Has a sadistic glee to him whenever he “catches” you

* This is all a game of cat and mouse to him after all

* Overall not the worst yandere and as long as you don’t try to escape you’ll get whatever you want…

[inkbitten]

Hello!! can i ask for a sinclair x reader where the reader is foward and affectionate with him? I love how you write him! thank you!

SINCLAIR WITH A READER WHO'S FORWARD AND AFFECTIONATE.

SORRY I'VE BEEN WORKING SO MUCH SOBS..

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the other sinners always tease sinclair for how red he turns when you carelessly toss your arms around him, as though you two are the only folks around. deep below his fluster, he cannot deny how enamored he feels with every abrupt embrace.

he wants to have the same courage that you do; to display his affections unabashed. he.. certainly tries to. it's discreet. he sits close enough on the bus's seat that your shoulders brush against one another, patches up minor cuts and scratches.. he comforts you when the peroxide burns, daring to reach a hand and gently stroke your head.

one day, he'd summoned enough courage to lean in to press a kiss to your cheek in front of the others. at that same moment, you had begun to turn your head to face him.

he could have avoided accidentally kissing you on the lips of charon had not abruptly slammed on mephistoles's brakes, sending your mouths against one another. he swears that even vergilius's eyes widened in shock!

[captain-joongz]

Abraxas; Masterlist

Pairing: mafia boss!Min Yoongi x police office!reader

Genre: humour, angst, investigation themes, dark themes, enemies to lovers, slowburn, eventual smut, some fluff

Summary: My downfall ended up being a story in three acts. The introduction, the seduction, the damnation.

Or; Young and fresh out of police academy, I set out to take down one of the biggest gangs in Seoul. I didn't expect the whirlwind my life would become after meeting the one and only Min Yoongi. Caught between two worlds, it was hard to say whether I was pulled down or returned where I always belonged.

Current word count: cca 78k

Warnings: dark themes, talks of illegal activities, murder, sexism in the workplace, brief reader x OC, eventual smut, innacurate description of police work, some slight stalking (reader tailing Yoongi), each individual chapter will have its own warnings

A/N: welcome to my new and very first series! I will attempt to update this every month, so it's done quicker. Hope you enjoy your reading, don't be shy and feel free to interact!

Taglist is open! Let me know if you wanna be added ^^

Act 1;

Ch. 1 | Interlude I. | Ch. 2.1 | Ch. 2.2 | Ch. 3 (I'll try to aim the release at the end of August!) | Interlude II. | Ch. 4 | Interlude III.

"That which is spoken by God-the-Sun is life; that which is spoken by the Devil is death; Abraxas speaketh that hallowed and accursed word, which is life and death at the same time. Abraxas begetteth truth and lying, good and evil, light and darkness in the same word and in the same act. Wherefore is Abraxas terrible."

- 3rd sermon, Seven Sermons to the Dead, Carl Jung

The First Companion | An Old Friend | Boy Warrior |

Act 2;

TBA

"The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. That God's name is Abraxas."

- Demian: The Story of Emil Sinclair's Youth, Hermann Hesse

The Prodigal Son | Enemy of an Enemy is a Friend | The Golden Maknae |

Act 3;

TBA

"It is splendid as the lion in the instant he striketh down his victim. It is beautiful as a day of spring. It is the great Pan himself and also the small one. It is Priapos.

It is the monster of the under-world, a thousand-armed polyp, coiled knot of winged serpents, frenzy.

It is abundance that seeketh union with emptiness. It is holy begetting. It is love and love’s murder. It is the saint and his betrayer. It is the brightest light of day and the darkest night of madness.

To look upon it, is blindness. To know it, is sickness. To worship it, is death. To fear it, is wisdom. To resist it not, is redemption.

It is the delight of the earth and the cruelty of the heavens. Before it there is no question and no reply.

That is the terrible Abraxas."

- 3rd sermon, Seven Sermons to the Dead, Carl Jung

Epilogue

[soupbabe]

✏️ Oc Masterlist ✏️

[here you can find everything about my ocs!]

Last Updated: 9/4/2023

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Hunter King ✄

- Introduction

- Aftermath (Hunter King x Caine Miller, Fic)

- Aftermath: Part 2 (Hunter x Caine, Fic)

Magnolia "Maggie" Sinclair ❁

- Introduction

- Deck the Halls (fic)

- Doing What's Best (fic)

- Girls Night (fic, ft Percy Jones)

- Miss Ambrose 1992 (fic)

- Lil Guy (fic)

Carolyn Gray ❂

- Introduction

Emil Müller ✭

- Introduction

- Müller Family Dynamics

- Emo Boy (x Reader, Fic)

- Emil's Cannibalism

- Long Time No See (Emil + Percy, Fic)

- Paying Your Dues (fic)

June Perez ☾

- Introduction

- Various June Headcanons

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Group Hcs

- What Music My Ocs Listen To

- Voice Claims

- Ocs in Summer

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Silver Lining (Magnolia Sinclair x Carolyn Gray fic series)

- Silver Lining

- Silver Lining Part 2

- Silver Lining Part 3

[nastyatticman]

hey I’ve been itching to fill some requests lately so here’s a tentative list of characters / things I’ll write (will add/change later)

Slashers

Billy Lenz (Black Christmas 1974)

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy 2016) what sequel

Bubba Sawyer (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre & TCM 2)

Carrie White (Carrie) (AU where she doesn’t die)

Leslie Vernon (Behind the Mask)

Bo Sinclair (House of Wax 2006)

Angela Baker (Sleepaway Camp 2&3)

Vincent Sinclair (HoW 2006)

Lester Sinclair (HoW 2006)

Candyman (Candyman 1992)

Billy Loomis & Stu Macher / Polyam Ghostface (Scream)

Any of the slashers from Vicious Fun 2020 except Zachary. Carrie, Fritz, Hideo, Mike, Bob are all on the table!

And more! Just ask and I’ll see what I can do :D

Other horror / media

The Duke (Resident Evil 8)

Jimmy Hall / Hugo Punch (At Dead of Night)

Eddie Gluskin* (Outlast: Whistleblower) (*fair warning I’m not that knowledgeable about Outlast but I feel like I have a good grasp on Eddie’s character!)

My OCs

Sidney Jade Leong, a twenty something killer with darkness behind his eyes

Duane Griffith, a beloved pastry chef by day & cannibal by night

Emil Vuong, a hitman whose existence is a mystery to his victims as well as his loved ones

Gabby ???, a woman who may be secretly living in an attic near you!

Angel, an up coming slasher who wants to be part of something big. Ghostface meets Leslie Vernon, with the most gorgeous hazel eyes

Kevin Liu, known as the Groundskeeper. A shy college student by day, who hunts down people who’ve wronged him at night.

You may request

SFW - fluff, angst, dark topics

N / SFW - vanilla, BDSM, dub con / non con okay

Slasher X reader

Slasher X Reader X Slasher/another character

Slasher X Slasher

Slasher X specific reader (** please add specifics - rather than asking for “slasher x Chinese reader” I’d prefer more detail like “slasher x Chinese reader showing them dramas”)

Headcanons

Drabbles / short writing

I’ll write this if you pay me ? 👉👈

(I’ll take money via cashapp, maybe PayPal. I’m willing to take non money offers such as buying something from an external site or art/writing! Art trades okay)

Slashers X Your OC

Slashers X you / your self insert

Longer writing, fanfiction

I won’t write

Hate speech, bigotry, etc

Certain kinks/fetishes (piss, scat, anything I’m not comfortable with)

Incest pairings (or anything where reader is in a relationship or hooking up with two+ characters who are related, I’m not comfortable with that)

Not SFW content of Underage characters, or of animals

Other stuff - I’ll let you know on a case by case basis so we can figure out something we’ll both like C:

[schizoidcel]

don’t worry, i’ll send you asks! sinclair x a reader who has bpd? they’re aware of their symptoms, and they’re afraid of scaring him on accident! they’re a sweetie and they love him, they’re just self-conscious y’know?

## SINCLAIR x READER WHO HAS BPD ★

i love you anon 😘😘😘 kissy and hugs my love

🤍 ﹒ HEADCANONS !! . .

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He would probably find out by you accidently letting it slip out during a conversation, you get the sudden intrusive thought to tell him or telling him you suffer from it during a rant session

If you accidently let it slip out, he'd let it be. although he definitely would second guess questioning you further about it, but it'd take awhile, since hes scared shitless of confrontation

So if you ever just told him it directly, he'd be way more relieved.

But now is the downside that he just dosen't know how to respond exactly ..

He read about personality disorders in his school once, and he has a very faint memory of what BPD is, but he still isn't sure how to respond.

In the end, he just goes "Oh." (not in a bad way) . and after a few seconds of trying to figure out what else to say to that, he asks if there's any triggers for you he should be aware of, and then that was it

He'd go looking into the disorder more, but besides that he won't really mention anything about it, because he thinks it's not a topic that should be brought up all the time

He probably would get overwhelmed if you ever had an episode. Again, he's not good with confrontation, and when he sees you breaking down infront of him whether that be from the inside or the outside he wouldn't know what to do

But it's you, so he'll try atleast

You can notice how tense and fidgety is, yet you can also notice how his stuttering voice is turning soft, and if you allow him to touch you, you can feel how careful he is with his movements

If you ever yelled at him he'd be scared to death, it's a natural reaction

He convinced himself he'd be prepared for the day you maybe would have a breakdown even before you told him you had bpd

Yet now that it's infront of him it's. Well. Another story.

Although Sinclair does get through it (forces himself to because he loves you that much), and attempts to talk with you and reassure your worries away

After something like this happens, he decides it might be best to question you directly on how your experience with the disorder is, since everybodys experience is different, and a simple book on the topic won't tell the story for everybody

It takes him abit of mental preparation to ask you, but he manages, and you comply, telling him how it is for you

He puts your words in mental (and physical) notes, and it shows from his actions that he now notices the smallest things that irk you

Aside from now him reminding you to take your medication once in awhile, nothing in the relationship would change that much

Sinclair is still the abit awkward and tense but darling man you love and care about, and you're still his affectionate and captivating s/o he holds dear

i dont have bpd (but i have another personality disorder lol) but i tried i hope its ok :heart: also apologies that this was so late HKPEL

ૢ་༘࿐ thank you for reading ! Ⳋ᧙

[inkbitten]

Could you write a Sinclair x reader where the reader likes compliment him as they snuggle together?

COMPLIMENTING SINCLAIR WHILE YOU SNUGGLE.

( i had to sneak in my favorite quote. sorgy.. sinclair and the reader are in one of those tropey relationships where you act like you're dating but nobody's confessed yet 🤭 )

your and sinclair's relationship is.. confusing to the other sinners. if you aren't dating, why do you sit so close? why do you go to his room in the middle of the night and relax in each other's embrace?

with your face nuzzled into his shoulder, you need to resist the urge to press a kiss to the exposed skin from where his baggy night shirt hangs loose. instead, you opt to raise a hand and gently trace the softness there.

” your skin's really smooth.. ” you murmur, lips parted into an awed 'o.'

sinclair cannot halt the pink that staines the apples of his cheekbones at your touch. the way you compliment seems to only increase his heartbeat. he worries that you can hear it.

” you.. um, you think so? ” he meekly responds, inwardly making a wish that you do not cease your caress.

“ yeah, ” you confirm, drawing your hand away despite his (unspoken) wishes.

sinclair can still feel the ghost of your touch. his eyes soften as he gazes at you with a serene expression that only comes during moments like this. no stress nor anxieties plague him. there is so much pain in the world, but not in this room.

[inkbitten]

Could I please request a Sinclair x reader where the reader is extremely upset about it being their turn to face their past and Sinclair tries to calm the reader down?

SINCLAIR COMFORTING YOU DURING YOUR BOUGH.

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( the reader is based around lapvona. it's not classic lit but it's what i could think of. so..!! )

emil sinclair has always been awkward with his affections. when reaching towards you, his hand would always linger in the air, unsure of himself.

he timidly watches you from his peripheral as mephistoles pushes down familiar roads. he doesn't miss the way your breath hitches, shaking pupils unable to tear away from the window. if nobody offered comfort during his canto, how can he trust anyone to help you?

his hand firmly plants on your shoulder, “ l—— let's not.. keep looking, ” he suggests with a placid smile.

“ i.. i can't, ” you croak, guilt swirling in your guts as memories flow.

seeing all that you've left behind makes you feel sick. is your father even on that farm? you remember him on the day when you'd been invited to join limbus company. the man——made drought was getting worse, and worse. he was struggling to put food on the table, and feed the lambs.

when the job was offered, his eyes had lit up. he quickly shoved you towards (REDACTED), eager to get rid of you.

your chest burns as the bus drives through farmland. you burst into tears despite yourself, sinclair pulling you into a proper embrace.

“ i don't.. i don't wanna.. ” you sniffle pathetically, lips trembling.

the other sinners sit awkwardly. rodya and gregor offer you pitying glances as sinclair gently rubs your upper back.

“ it's okay, ” he murmurs, unsure of how to deliver further comforts.

he wishes he could pull the sorrow from your chest like the string from an older sweater. he's sorry. he's sorry that he cannot do anything to relinquish you of this sadness, this fear. for now, he'll just settle on holding you.