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pvlvsdog · 8 months ago

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How would Sinners react to a proposition of skinny dipping? You don't have to write all of them ofc :3

Ohhh, you are going to be the end of me /pos /nm the way I had to ponder this for so long. I’m dying

Unedited! Slight nsfw themes (mentions of nudity) ahead!

Hmm, I think Don is all for it as a fun adventure. Like, oh cool you want to swim in a lake together, this will be so fun, you can find something to jump into the water from or splash each other. If she’d be excited for having sone fun in the lake with someone, it’d be you. Those are her thoughts for exactly ten seconds before it hits her that skinny dipping also includes both parties being naked, preferably away from everyone else and pretty intimate. Her eyes get a bit wide as she’s hit with that realization but she’s Don, of course she won’t back down. Might blurt out something like ‚naked?’ Just as that thought enters her mind, not that she minds. She just doesn’t have a filter. And is very eager to do the activity with you still. Still, her openness doesn’t mean she’ll be normal about it. I could see her making quite a ruckus about sneaking off with you (not even to show off and let others know, she’s just like that plus you gave her a lot of positive emotions to process) so your little skinny dipping session will be anything but a secret. Bonus is that for a good while after you ask, you could swear her cheeks turned a semi-permanent shade of pink. The shoes stay on of course. Even when you question her about it, she’ll respond like you’re the one being silly for expecting anything else

Again with sinners being anything but normal, we have Sinclair. He’s another one who will ask the same question of „…Naked?” But in his case it’s not prefixed with excitement and joy. Not that he wouldn’t want to do it. He just didn’t expect you to propose that and even if you did, he’s still a bit surprised that you proposed that to him. He just simply… wasn’t expecting this. And with the insight I have from reading his book, I would guess that the whole concept would bring him more stress than joy. First of all, he doesn’t like himself all that much, so the perspective of stripping in front of somebody he likes… is anxiety inducing. Besides, despite keeping it all well hidden and marinating in his brain, his mind - more often than not - leads him uh. Places. He starts thinking about things he… really feels bad for thinking in relation to his favourite coworker. About your body and the connotations of your proposition. Lewd possibilities cross his mind and with each one he feels more and more awful. This is much worse than the ambiguously wet dreams plaguing his mind (as they do in the book), since at this point he at least doesn’t realise who the motherly figure in them is. But he knows you. And he feels like he shouldn’t be thinking about you in that way. You’d find that disgusting, find him disgusting. You probably already do. And he wouldn’t blame you for that. In the past (again, in the book), it took one lewd comment about a local shopkeeper from his schoolmates to get him flustered to the point he gave up on coming to the store. And he’s not much better now. A huge part of him, one that dislikes both the inside and outside of his own self, is screaming at him to decline. But there is something in the way you look at him so kindly, waiting for his response, that pushes him to ignore his innate instinct to run. You swear you could see cogs turning in his head and steam rising (sorry, that metaphor was uh, not purposefully crafted) as he mulled everything over to finally agree. But not before asking if you’re sure. I mean… you did ask. But he’s so stressed, he would rather make sure that you mean what you’re saying. The last thing he’d want is to make a fool of himself in front of you. You reassure him that your proposition still stands and you meant it. However, when push comes to shove he probably would still, albeit apologetically, ask if he could maybe stay in his shirt and boxers. Especially after seeing you strip. With a lot of encouragement you could maybe get him to give that up, but it would take a lot and he would be… rather guarded. Either way, as time in the lake goes on, he would relax a tiny bit and it would be fun. Mostly staying emerged in water though. Give him time. And uh. Don’t look down when you two get out of the water. We all know what is happening there as his eyes nearly drill holes in your figure, but I think he would actually die permanently if you acknowledged his hhh. Reaction

Rodya is much more chill with it. She gets excited right away and praises you for the good idea. When you tell her that it would be just the two of you and that she was the first person you thought of when the idea popped into your head, she grins. Well obviously she was, who’s more fun on this bus than her~ despite the self assured words and tone, there is a bit of pride as she says it. She proposes to make it a little adventure, to sneak out and make it a fun secret between the two of you. Definitely not because she’s a bit salty that you were the one to come up with the idea. I mean she likes you, she “should” come with something special to add here to impress you. Though it’s a bit reassuring that you thought that she was the best person to share this moment with. She makes the whole event ten times better, coming up with a way to sneak off unnoticed. Even if you are concerned about Vergilius finding out, she waves you off. She’s been in deeper shit than this, no need to worry. She has a way with words, as she claims. As you two strip, she teases you a bit and shamelessly takes off her clothes, fighting against herself not to show just how much she’s seeking out your starstruck gaze. Again, she tells you to relax as she watches you strip, letting slip a comment or two that are bound to rattle your brain for the next week. But for now you two enter the water. She yelps a bit and complains that it’s colder than she’d like. Overplaying the act a little bit, though you can definitely tell she’s cold. If you’re taking the temperature worse, she’d comment on it, saying how it’s crawl who the ‘cultured’ folk is. ‘Lowly ones are too used to freezing colds, it’s very easy to see~’ she says about ‘commoners’ in a playful but matter-of-factly tone. You could easily imagine Heathcliff contemplating drowning her on the spot on a bad day if he was present. But there’s no one around. Only you and her. And despite her poorly masked insecurities, this little activity you share is sure making her feel special

I firmly believe that asking Outis to skinny dip would leave you more flustered than her. Maybe she’d be surprised at first. Taken aback. You could see something in her demeanour shift as she lets out some semi-flustered explanation that it could be amateurish considering your “service” to the company. But she has a soft spot for you. So, after asking Dante (yes, she has to ask them, it’s the ‘professional way to conduct such procedures’) she informs you at what time she’ll be waiting for you. The initial surprise has worn off and from then on, oh, you’re cooked. She’d strip in a very matter of factly fashion and when she stands in front of you in all her glory, it’s hard not to blush. At the slightest hesitance she informs you that this is nothing to be embarrassed about. Her tone both confident and a little… affectionate? You could swear there was a glint of warmth in her eyes when she said it. Genuine warmth shining through her collected exterior. Times at war are (you don’t dare to correct that with a ‘were’) tough and back in her day she had seen contless soldiers in such situations. This is nothing to be ashamed about. Didn’t you request this bonding time between the two of you? It’s a good way to bring you two closer. She proclaims so with confidence, but as her words hit her, she adverts her eyes and adds that it’s good for teamwork. So what are you waiting for? It’s hard to disagree or prolong the ordeal, so soon enough both of you get into the water. She sways effortlessly along with the current and for once you can see her expression soften a little as she goes along with your attempts at small talk. Sure, that civil, personal part of her is a little rusty, but it glimmers though the cracks as she recounts some little facts and situations from the passing days. It’s hard to let her guard down. But as she watches you, submerged in the water beside her, she feels like it’s not impossible to feel something else than a calculated need for survival

As you ask Ryoshu to indulge you in your request, she takes her cigarette out of her mouth and quirks her eyebrow at you. ‚What For?’ She questions you with amusement. No matter your reasoning, she ponders for a second, snickering a little. It’s… sort of cute you want to involve her in your plans like that. Especially since it’s a bit of a bold ask, all things considered. Finally, a smirk plays on her lips as her eyes travel up and down your figure and she replies. ‚Alright, Why Not’. She’s not bothered by the whole concept, though your daring request is for sure positively interesting to her, as I said. You two set the time (well, you do, she’s chill to go along with anything really) and she tells you to lead the way. She’s not too bothered to just walk out even if you want to go during company time. She’s curious to see where it’ll go. Only when you two did yourselves of your uniforms does she change her demeanour a bit. She’s a woman of the arts after all. And there’s nothing shameful in her gaze as it drags across your body, noting every curve and scar. She definitely has eyes of an artist. And in that moment, you feel like the finest muse she had ever had (which… could be concerning considering the type of art she dabbles in, but this time her thoughts are definitely going different places than gore. For the most part). She’s fun to spend time in the water with. Witty and attentive, she gazes at the scenery around, though each time her eyes end up on you again. Albeit she’s an enigmatic woman, it’s very clear that this experience made you two somewhat closer

The real issue when asking Faust to go skinny dipping with you is to get a straightforward answer from her. Or just any answer that would tell you what she’s thinking. But it’s Faust we’re talking about. So, when you ask her if she’d be down to go skinny dipping with you after Dante officially ends the work day (you know she wouldn’t agree if this wasn’t the case) she tells you that ‘all employees are permitted to use the next twelve hours as they please, to rest, use the restroom or destress’. She says it as if she was stating the obvious. Well, she is, in a sense, but it doesn’t mean she’s making herself clear in this context. She’s doing anything but that. After you press her a bit and explains, that her response was, indeed, a “yes”. Although a very faint smile is tugging on her lips, as she asks you about the time and for the briefest of times you could swear that her (usually very distant) gaze settled on you. Still avoiding the eyes, but as it falls below your face, you wonder if it’s about something different than her habit of avoiding looking at faces this time. With how enigmatic she is, she isn’t giving you much to go off on in terms of decoding her thoughts. Even when she shows up at the time you two agreed on (seems like she appeared just as the clock struck the exact minute, but after getting to know her, that doesn’t surprise you at all). Gracefully, her hands work their way around zippers and buttons until the last item of clothing slides off of her body, only to be folded and set aside for later. Her soft, pale skin seems radiant and she waits for you to rid yourself on the uniform as well before emerging herself in water beside you. When you look at her, her eyes barely leave the surface, tracing the lines of the ripples her movement makes against the current. However, each time you look away, you can almost feel the burning gaze that settles on your figure and takes it all in

A gentle, happy smile settles on Hong Lu’s lips as you present him with the idea. How curious! Is this some sort of a ritual or a pastime poor people have? He would love to do it, he never had the chance to~. First being hungry and now taking clothes off and getting into dirty water for fun, this job is giving him so many new experiences! He asks what the purpose is. Of being naked and swimming in some (probably at least slightly contaminated) water. You didn’t suspect he knew about the horrid state of things outside of his bubble, such as water being bad/polluted, but his state of surprise seems to be contagious when you find yourself wondering about the degree to which his ignorance is a choice. As your expression clearly changes at his words, he gives you a lazy, quizzical smile. His questions need to be answered and I, dear reader, wish you good luck because you will need all of it to explain to him why you want to be in the water - alone and without clothes - with him specifically. After he seems satisfied (though you’re sure the last one or two questions were asked in an effort to fluster you), he tells you to get him when you’re ready to depart and head towards the destination of your ‘curious activity’. Once there, he gently pulls off his clothes with a bit of excitement, clearly looking forward to taking part in your plan. Before you get a chance to lead him into the murky liquid, he happily shows you his folded stack of clothes. They look… a bit unconventional in the way he had put them, but he acts with such glee that it’s hard to stay indifferent to his achievement. He tells you that he had other people handle such things before, but since that’s a thing of the past, he had learned to do it on his own. He’s very happy to share this new skill with you. It’s after that, that you two finally go thought with your plan fully. Shivering a bit, he asks if the water will be heated up. It’s up to you if you want to inform him that it’s not how natural bodies of water work or spare him such information and assure him that the longer you two stay emerged, the warmer he’ll feel (omitting that it won’t be due to any manmade mechanisms). All in all, even something you wouldn’t personally call “and exceptional experience” is like a brand new adventure with Hong Lu by your side. His musing and eager inquiries never let you drift off or grow bored. And if you’re unsure about how stimulating a chat with him can be, I assure you that his body will provide a whole array of visual stimuli as well, all on display for your eyes to explore

Next 3 couldn’t have been written without the help of my friend (you, dear anon haha^^) and I hope I didn’t disappoint~

If you were hoping for a distinct reaction from Heathcliff, you are in luck because it is indeed, definitely strong. When you ask him if he would like to skinny dip with you (either because you like the idea and want company or have just heard of the concept and want to try it out, having picked him as the best suited companion) he looks a bit… taken aback. Sure, he can be loud and most definitely wouldn’t categorise him as shy, but he’s also not blind to the implications of you offering to strip in front of him like it’s some casual activity (it’s not to him, definitely). There’s a lot of things left over from his past and even now, it clearly shows in his approach to intimacy. Not only was he ‘undesirable’ before, he had grown to expect to not have his desires met easily and without fighting for each instance of genuine affection (such as his… favourite coworker offering to be so intimate). In his head it’s still more easy to accept being The Other, the one who pleases those he cares about, someone who constantly tries to earn each instance of affection. Despite his… quite innate state of emotional constipation, he is fond of you and by extension- thinks quite highly of you. For someone who had it so reinforced from an early age that he is below the good and pure people (well, especially one person), it makes sense for you to just be your lovely self instead of initiating anything on you own, directing your attention and intimacy towards him so blatantly. Besides that he uh… well, he is all bark no bite in a sense that he didn’t have a lot of instances where he could get experience. At best he had something like this happen once or twice when he was much younger. Both the way he is and the lingering idea in the back of his head of ‘saving himself’ prevented him from familiarising himself with more. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if the question came from someone else. But you get him worked up on daily over much less than skinny dipping. Heck, even when you look at him a bit too intensely during a bickering session he looses track for a moment each time without fail. But he wouldn’t be Heathcliff if he unpacked all of that. So instead your question will get a very annoyed ‚what for’. I mean. Your intentions aren’t that clear to him, like I said, he feels more natural when he’s chasing an idea, than when his desires become something writhing reach, something he doesn’t have to work for. Whatever you tell him to explain your request, it won’t be completely understandable to him because of that. But in the end a strange pull he feels on the inside (again, he’s not unpacking that) pushes him to grumble out something that is almost in agreement to your question. In turn he spends the remaining time being filled with way more tension that what would be considered reasonable. He’s not snappy, but something about the way he holds himself is very different. So much so, that Rodya calls it out at one point. Only then does he let his full annoyance out and while a few sinners muse on what could have set him off like that again, you’re left to wonder if you were the reason for his strange behaviour. He’s stuck between snapping at your coworkers and spacing out. His mind going back to the plans you two made. Each time, he finds that his gaze landed on you again and lets out a frustrated huff. As you two finally depart on your off time, he walks right by your side. His eyebrows knitted together and his eyes looking somewhere off to the side. On the inside he is torn. A part of him wishes to rush towards the body of water and the other part tells him to run back to the bus. In the end he simply walks shoulder in w shoulder with you. Saying nothing until you two arrive at the place. Something stops him from undressing and compels him to instead aim his gaze at you for the first time since you guys departed. It’s then that he finds himself stuck, watching you slip out of your uniform, fabric sliding off of your form 1/2

Hungrily he notes each soft curve and sharp edge that makes up your form, his eyes taking in all the ways in which light and shadow engulf your body, creating a sight he realises now, he yearned so hard to see until now. No beauty mark, no hair, no scar escape his sight. When you turn to him, you could swear that his pronounced chest is rising up and down way pre intensely than it has any business doing so. Heath doesn’t know what to do with himself for a moment. Seeing you so bare, so purposefully there - it makes all the repressed urges inside him turn into a devouring fire that leaves his body sweating and muscles tense. It somehow feels both wrong and cathartic to have someone be here with him so wholly, with such intent. This is not like fleeting glances and meek brushing of the skin that he was told over and over he was undeserving of. This here doesn’t feel wrong or undeserved. Whatever you meant by your invitation here, he can feel that you meant it. He can’t think of what he did to deserve to be chosen out of all the coworkers you two are close to. In all fairness this is so unusual because he is sure that he did not do anything. He didn’t have to dress up nicely, speak differently, act more “civilised” (we… won’t unpack that here hhh). No amount of favours and flowers caused you to trust him enough to bare yourself like that. Somehow, you just did on your own accord. Undressing takes him a second, all those notions racing in his head, having a hard time getting through over his much more thirsty thoughts as he is battling a hard time of his own. The mere fact that his is not sporting a full on erection is more of a miracle than whatever Dante does to bring him back from the dead after battles. Finally you two are naked and if he wasn’t as worked up over you, he’d get an ego boost from the way you looked at him as well. As strong as his self restraint is, even the cold water can’t keep his member flaccid once you two get into the water and he looks at the way droplets explore your body, dripping down each time you emerge from under the surface. They shine and shimmer on your soft skin before falling down and it’s safe to say he’s getting more worked up with each second. It’s even more evident when you try to hold a conversation. Although you will have to deal with his frustrated demeanour and lack of focus, he still makes it worth a while and there’s nothing to regret once your little adventure comes to an end 2/2

As soon as the question exits your mouth, Ishmael cocks her head at you. It that really what you want to do? She also asks you ‘what for?’ Though she’s certainly not as worked up about it as Heathcliff was. There’s no doubt that she has experience with bodies of water and she is the first person to inform you that bathing without any clothes is about the least practical thing you can do. Of course, jumping in with your full attire on wouldn’t work well either, but a minimal amount of clothing is actually very beneficial. She’s not judging you, but don’t expect her not to question what kind of ‘fun’ there is in skinny dipping. So it’s a whole thing and people like to partake in it? Doesn’t make much sense from a practical standpoint, but as you explain to her why it’s actually the whole point to take your clothes off when you two do it, a little smile tugs on her lips. Perhaps she does find your methods of seeking alone time… unique, but she’s not oblivious to the fact that this is you initiating an intimate moment with her. The length to which you’re going to convince her of the vital part of being naked during skinny dipping makes it hard for her not to point it out. She asks you one or two final questions that are solely spoken to fluster you a bit, but ultimately she’s open to try this out. It’s Ish that insists on setting the time and follows through to a minute, waiting to be lead by you towards your set destination. As you undress, she checks out the body of water, humming to herself and giving you updates on her finds. When she’s satisfied that no harm could be caused by your little activity, she turns to face you. Though she acts very casual, her cheeks and ears come close to matching her hair as she eyes you up and down. After a brief pause she begins to take her own clothes off. The sudden change of temperatures leaves you shivering as you two go deeper in, but Ishmael acts unphased. She notes that she did warn you that your fun adventure could turn unpleasant and lead to you catching a cold. With a small sign, she swims closely to you. Body heat transfers underwater just as easily as it does on the surface. Thus, she proposes that you two entangle your bodies closely to keep you from suffering the cruel coolness of the liquid you were so eager to submerge yourself into. Her strong arms wrap themselves around your frame and your chests press together. Though decently athletic, she’s soft and definitely warm. She holds you until it’s time to get out, making sure you don’t freeze. At least that’s the reason she gives you ;3

Right from the start, though calm and unassuming in his demeanour, Yi Sang would be pretty receptive to your idea. All nervousness you might have felt disappear as soon as he responds to your question. He might be a little quiet but it doesn’t mean he’s prudish or judgy, quite the opposite actually. So all he does is nod in agreement and ask what would be the most convenient time for you two to depart. After that, if you are vigilant enough, you might feel his eyes on you a decent amount of times. At one point you can even hear Rodya question why he’s ’smiling to himself like that’ though his answer it too quiet to decipher (and probably a bit too ambiguous to get a proper read on him). In the end he approaches you as your working hours come to an end, asking you if you’re ready to go. He’s so casual about it that it’s hard not to feel at ease, even though his veiled eagerness is definitely a bit flustering. On the way there he engages in pleasant musings with you, listening to your thoughts about the latest happenings or life in general and gladly sharing his own. He’s a bit more relaxed now, whether it’s because he’s off the clock and away from the crowded bus or because he’s speaking with you. He grows a bit more flustered when he sees you take your clothes off and avoids eye contact more than usual when he sees you looking at his naked form, but still manages not to make things too awkward. All in all it’s not a bad time and despite being somewhat a distant person, he is definitely staying pretty close to you physically, sneaking glances each time you gaze at the water you two are submerged in

With Meursault I can’t imagine a scenario that wouldn’t be a bit silly and surreal because that man really just considers private affections and urges to be not a part of his work contract and thus fails to see the purpose in carrying them out. I firmy believe even getting morning wood is a conscious choice to him. It’s not in his contract, thus he refuses to succumb to it. However, he does value your input. Whether it’s affection or ‘simple appreciation for your efficiency in the workplace’ he is willing to hear you out. It doesn’t mean you won’t have to explain and validate skinny dipping as a pastime, both in excruciating length and detail. You might have to get Dante involved, asking them to please issue an official statement allowing you to depart in purpose of decreasing stress and thus increasing productivity. Yes, it has to be phrased like that. If you get your dear (and confused) manager to comply, Meursault won’t argue. It’s not that he doesn’t want to go. But his wants are not relevant. He is an employee first, after all. It shows in the way he completely disregards any of his personal feelings on the matter. Just hums quietly and agrees. If he is flustered or nervous, it doesn’t show. The best sign you will get from him is that he seems pretty receptive, all factors considered. Another sign that he might be a bit more interested than he is lettting on is that, after your work hours end, he heads towards you with such purpose that one could assume that Vergilius himself had ordered him to. With little to no shame he says ‘the work day ended. We can go through with your plan to go skinny dipping now’. It’s said in front of everyone and you can be sure that at least a few of your fellow coworkers will have a blast bringing it up and teasing you for the next week or two. But it is a worry you will have to mull over later as, just like Meursault said, it is time for you two to leave and head towards your destination. As you lead him towards the water he stays silent and promptly begins taking his clothes off when you two stop. Even in such an intimate action he is very stoic and graceful, leaving his uniform folded by the shore and offering to fold yours as well. Without any shame in his naked, exposed self, he submerges himself. If he is cold, there’s no indication of that. It is after hours though and if you are attentive enough you will see his eyes trailing across your figure. He is yet another sinner that, if you find yourself shivering, will offer to transfer some of his warmth by standing and holding you closely. The action seems almost formal, but it’s doubtful he would propose such thing if it wasn’t you. Silence with him is comfortable. In case you initiate a conversation though, he will respond, carrying the talk effortlessly and casually. Or well, as much as his usual uptight demeanour allowed him to

There is no other way to describe the state you put Dante in other than ‘sheer panic’. For a split second they even start to wonder if they should be getting into the water at all, given their mechanical head. Only to realise that this is no different than the showers they take and will not jeopardise their life or ability to bring sinners back. If it was physically possible, you would definitely see more than one droplet of sweat rolling down their face as they look around and fiddle with their fingers. Suddenly it feels like their limbs had grown too long and their body is all wrong. They shift under your gaze, making a few surprised sounds. If you were hoping to make your poor manager a flustered mess, you sure got it. Finally they ask <is that even allowed?>. And I mean. They are the manager, so it’s not like you’re the one to tell them. They get flustered at that realisation even more. Muttering something that almost could be considered a coherent confirmation they look mortified with their own decision making skills. I mean. They are used to being mocked and used by the sinners, disregarded as a weakling by most (and that doesn’t even cover the way they get treated by those who can’t hear their speech). So it’s surprising that out of everyone you could invite, you felt the most comfortable undressing in front of them. Sure, you make a point to treat them well on the daily, but they always assumed you didn’t think very highly of them, that it was pure courtesy. The more they think about your proposition, the more anxious they get. They like you. A lot. But your question could mean that you are more fond of them than they initially assumed. And they like you so so much. Oftentimes your interactions make their day, making them feel better even after the worst of days. But they always thought it was one sided (why wouldn’t it be? You’re so lovely and they are, as of now, not even the bare minimum. Just some incompetent ‘resurrection machine’ with no memories of the past and ‘questionable humanity’). If this is some sign that you’re sending, if you really like them, they would feel bad for giving into their selfish urges. You deserve someone stronger. Someone more capable. They get so worked up over that, that when you two finally get to it and it’s time to undress they are hit with a new wave of anxiety. Once again their whole body feels so inadequate and out of place. As you stand there naked they can’t help but shrink into themselves the more your beauty hits them. They don’t even remember what is considered attractive. They know their head is definitely a turn off but as they stand with their arms folded tightly like a shield, they start to wonder if any part of them is even remotely appealing by common beauty standards. You have to snap them out of their half horny-half self deprecating gaze and lead them towards the water by their hand, making their stomach fill with butterflies. It certainly takes a while for them to relax, though they do their best to respond every time you say something. All whilst desperately reminding themselves that you aren’t able to see where their eyes are looking 0///0

Gregor is no less caught by surprise and the half grumble-half squeak he makes is definite proof. Your surprising question is definitely at least a bit dreadful. Unlike in the the scenario above, Greg is more so concerned with the physical aspect of things. He treads carefully, trying to gage if you’re not making fun of him, mocking his appearance like so many have done before. Of course, up to this point you were nothing but kind, but after being let down and made to feel lesser by everyone, there is a (rather large) part of him that wonders if you’re not about to join the rest in reminding him just how much of a lowly gross looking pest he is. His suspicion is not very subtle, so you would easily catch on. I mean, after having witnessed so many times just how awfully people spoke to him/about him, you wouldn’t struggle to, at least partially, understand the source of his approach. All you can do is be kind and hope he can read your true intent (since he won’t verbalise his exact fear, he doesn’t like to bring up his modifications if he doesn’t have to). Surprisingly, it somewhat works because he reluctantly agrees to at least try. If he changes his mind, he can just stay on the shore. That kind of setup does make things a bit better for him. If push comes to shove he figures he can just opt out, you’re not putting much pressure on him. Still, he sighs deeply and sighs, muttering something about how he ‘should be smarter at his age’. Please, that man is acting as if he’s on his deathbed whilst being 35, someone talk some sense into him…. Well, either way he follows through in his promise and goes with you at your agreed time. When someone comments on you two ‘sneaking off’ it does nothing to make the situation any more loaded. The closer you two get to the body of water, the more visibly stressed he is. Instead of engaging in his usual small talk, he stays silent as he often does when he gets reminded of his painful past. If the walk was any longer you could safely assume that he would go through his whole pack of cigarettes, if not two. He sort of catches himself spacing out by the end and tries to act like everything’s fine (I mean, in the improbable - in his eyes - scenario that you just genuinely like him, it is a pretty bad look for him to be so silent and gloomy), but there is something heavy in the air. As you reach the shore, he stands to the side. Piece by piece your uniform uncovers your naked body. Only when you’re fully undressed does he start to contemplate yet another issue that could put him in a horrific predicament. While a decent chunk of other sinners, in they were in his place, would be most worried about getting a very obvious boner, he is too preoccupied with just now beginning to stress over the sudden upsurge of strong emotion making his body transform or act on its own. And there is a definite upsurge of emotions when he lets his gaze settle on your figure. He almost doesn’t hear you when you ask if he wants to join you. He’s somewhere between flustered and worried, looking anywhere but at you whilst telling you all the ways this could go bad. Hurting you. Scaring you. Making you repulsed. That last one he doesn’t say out loud but it weights on him nonetheless. Eventually you could maybe convince him. Pressure doesn’t work but letting him know that he has a choice and you are simply glad he accompanied you is going to go a long way. Something something being denied autonomy his whole life. Or something. Aaanyways. That might just get him to join you in the water, after having taken off his clothes as well. He… doesn’t like his looks in general. As a friend of mine put it - he figures the arm at least takes the attention away from everything else. Ouch. But undressing in front of you is a huge step! Kind of has a what are we????? Ringing in his head and making his face red but he won’t say that hhhh. Only when you two go in deeper (he’s very actively trying to submerge himself in the water, though he wishes he was a bit more secure if only to have you above the surface) does he chuckle nervously

2/2 and informs you that he cannot swim. At all. You're happy to learn more about him as always but also that kind of information would be handy to know beforehand. He still doesn't trust his modifications not to act up if your naked body were to get any closer to him, so you two stay a reasonable distance away but refrain from getting ant deeper. As he relaxes a tiny bit, you get to experience his uninterrupted yapping and forget about the earlier worries for a bit. His subtle cynicism shines through his goodnatured jokes and comments and for the first tine in a while he gets to relax a bit. It might take him long to let his guard down fully but it's hard not to smile seeing him at least a bit less beaten down. All i can guarantee is that he will absolutely go over this adventure again and again in his head and for days to come will get flustered in the most random moments. But out of all the outcomes, it's not so bad to have that effect on him, is it? ;3

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harukasangel · 22 days ago

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Sinclair buying you a small present from another Sinner's canto for your anniversary, but Ryoshu notices and snatches it from his hand, inspecting it. Sinclair gets all red in the face, asking her to give it back please, he was going to gift it to you. She rolls her eyes, telling him he's A.W.F.H (absolutely whipped for her/him) but gives it back

Rodion giving Sinclair some snacks as usual, but has been giving him a bit extra, telling him to go share some with you with a wink. He even notices that amongst the snacks are some of your favorites. He blushes, knowing that she was planning that all along

Encouraging him to sneak off with you so you two can have some privacy when you arrive at another district. He can't help but feel as if you're doing something wrong, but it's you, and he honestly is the type of boyfriend that could never say no to his partner. Exploring the sights are great and all until Outis catches you two, lectures you two military style, and threatens to report this to Dante (dw, Dante is much less harsh + more understanding)

You can knit Sinclair a scarf, even an ugly one, and he would honestly burst into happy tears. Heathcliff caught him wearing it and proceeded to bully him for it. He was met with a passive Sinclair at first, until enough was enough and he realizes he was insulting the gift you took time, effort and love to make him. Boi is angry now, and even if he's nervous, he's defending your honor as best as he can

Even though he knows Dante can revive you if you die during battle, if you do, omfl....you're seeing a repeat of Canto III Sinclair. All he sees is red and he goes absolutely apeshit. Dude could've honestly taken out everyone himself if it wasn't for Don Quixote er....beating him to his senses again....

*sighs* Dating Emil Sinclair means you get a darling partner, but the other sinners only make it all the more fun <3

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shooting4rrows · 1 month ago

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‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙

How do they show affection?

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A/N: I in my entire heart sorry if this ended up being OOC but I just have an idea and am eager to write this. This has gone through too many drafts, I start to bite my pillow every time I sleep. Mild CGs spoiler also.

!!character without a canto will based on entirely headcanon of mine also this was written before canto 8 (5/4/2025, yeah it take that long)!!

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CAST: yi sang, faust, hong lu, sinclair.

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YI SANG:

+ Despite being the solemn soul that he is, Yi Sang always seems to struggle to find and hold the thing that he lost. He makes a mistake in the past, accepts his guilt, and vows to treasure the thing he cared for. So when he finally has someone he can hold, it means a lot to him, however being Yi Sang. His way of affection could depend on his feelings with you, whether he openly shows it or just something subtly that you need to pay close attention to.

+It will never be “I love you” coming from him, however, it will always be “In shadows cast and whispers shared, your presence weaves a bond rare.” or another monologue coming from his ever-outstanding way of speech. And when even if he isn’t able to do so, he will always be there to stay by your side, he stands by you and talks to you through the boredom. He is not the brightest when it comes to showering you with affection, to him, after losing something he loved in the past, he just accepted himself and moved on. However, he couldn’t bear to make the same mistake, so he tried to spend as much time with you and others as possible.

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FAUST:

+ To have such vast knowledge and confidence that it would be mistaken as arrogance (she is in fact, prideful). Faust would mostly enjoy the company of those who value her intellect and acknowledge it, she isn't one to be easily swayed, if one could be in a relationship with her, meaning that she approves of them, trusts them, and feels comfortable to take a step. She will treat them nicely and respect them. Just like how they respect her.

+ Faust is a both good listener and a good speaker, with her openly vast big brain, she in no doubt would memorize things that you just mentioned randomly. It could be something that you desire, silly as some food to fill your cravings, or it is something that bothers you. Then Faust will make sure to keep that in mind and will either discuss it with the higher-ups or personally ask Dante for permission. Faust enjoyed seeing you pleased since it always filled her with a sense of pride. Even if she got refused, she would find a way to bring back to the bus that one HamHamPangPang sandwich favor you love.

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HONG LU:

+For someone to be locked away from freedom for so long, would be weird for someone just to crave companionship? No, it will always be normal since it's a human reaction, and for Hong Lu to crave your time and company is nothing strange. He is not that naïve, he knows his best interest to not get attracted too much to anyone. However, meeting someone that he could call a friend or a partner, made his heart brighten up with joy, he couldn’t help but find them anytime.

+He asked a lot for your time and your patience. You could know him for a long time but he won’t ever run out of things to talk about. Something silly as making fun of a strange-looking abnormality just questioning you about your past or asking something he doesn’t understand. He certainly will find a way to open up a conversation with you! You will never get bored here with him by your side. Not to say he’s deeply enamored by you and cherishes you so much, and also getting to know each other more is always a recommendation. Isn’t it a win-win situation for both sides?

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SINCLAIR:

+ After a certain event with a maniac fanatic, Sinclair would certainly have some problems when it comes to trusting people going onwards. He could be wary of others, however, he is still certainly friendly to those who are nice to him. However, gaining Sinclair's trust still takes a long time due to his timid personality. But rest assured as he is still willing to open up, and even tries to get along with others.

+Sinclair is rather expressive. If he rages, he will swear. If he is sad, frustrated, or scared, he will cry out. The thing that is common among these is he will use his words to describe all of his inner feelings. So when he is in a relationship with someone he admires and loves, it is expected that he shower them with a lot of praises. Maybe it could come out of his mouth out of nowhere that he didn’t even notice. Even if he did not realized it, it’s still a cute thing that you never grow tired of even though he does it pretty often.

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[Edit1 : 16/05/2025.]

[Edit2: 07/06/2025]

Feel free to correct me for any mistake. Since English is not my first language

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devdozes · 2 months ago

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Hiii helloooo can you do a fic with Sinclair x reader where the reader is too quiet for him to approach but when he does, they reciprocate or is overall a sweetheart?

Please and thank you!!

Sinclair had never been good at starting conversations.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to you. Quite the opposite, actually—he wanted to more than anything. There was something about you, something quiet and gentle, that made him feel like the world wasn’t always so cruel. You never spoke much, never demanded attention, but he noticed the way your eyes softened when you listened to others. The way you always offered a hand when someone needed it, even if they never noticed you in return.

And that made him notice you even more.

He often caught himself staring, watching the way you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, or how your fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on your sleeve when deep in thought. But he never knew how to close the gap between you two. Sinclair was awkward, anxious—he could barely get through a sentence without tripping over his words when talking to someone new. What if you thought he was strange? What if you didn’t want to talk to him at all?

It took him weeks to muster up the courage. Weeks of stolen glances, of hesitating steps forward only to retreat at the last second. But today—today, he was going to do it.

He found you sitting in the corner of the library, a book resting in your hands. Sunlight filtered through the window beside you, casting a warm glow on your face. You looked peaceful, lost in another world. Sinclair’s heart pounded against his ribs as he clenched his fists, steeling himself.

Just say something. Anything.

He cleared his throat, barely above a whisper. “Um… is that book any good?”

You blinked, glancing up at him. Sinclair felt like he’d made a mistake instantly—maybe he was interrupting you. Maybe you didn’t want to be bothered. But instead of brushing him off, you tilted your head slightly before offering a small smile.

“It’s really nice,” you murmured, voice soft. “Would you like to read with me?”

His breath hitched. He hadn’t expected that. He nodded—too quickly, too eagerly—but you didn’t seem to mind. Instead, you simply shifted slightly, making space beside you. Sinclair hesitated for only a moment before sitting down, feeling the warmth of your presence so close to his.

Minutes passed in comfortable silence. The pages turned, the faint scent of old paper surrounding you both. And then, just as he was about to speak again, you leaned your head slightly against his shoulder. It was barely a touch, hesitant, as if you were testing to see if he’d pull away.

He didn’t.

Sinclair swallowed hard, his face burning, but he didn’t move away. Instead, his fingers fidgeted against his pant leg, unsure of what to do with himself. But despite his nerves, he felt something else bloom in his chest. Something warm, something light.

Maybe approaching you wasn’t so scary after all.

im sorry its short :( <3

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lemondytart · 2 months ago

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salutations!! could you draw y/n x sinclair?? 🥺🥺

Salutations Anon!! Here you go!!

Click for higher quality

Had to add hair..

He's a lil conflicted

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inkbitten · 2 months ago

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I'm sorry if you're too busy to write this but can I request more suggestive sinclair x reader perchance 😓🙏

SINCLAIR X READER; SUGGESTIVE. i Might write a continuation.. looks around

PROMPTS FROM GLOOMGLIMMER. BLOODFIEND READER CONTINUATION.

the smoky scent of�� the backstreet’s bar still lingers on yours and sinclair’s clothing as the two of you huddle together in the cramped bathroom stall. nothing but the single flickering lightbulb that remains stubbornly lit amongst the burnt out bulbs reflects your heaving forms as you pull from his kiss-swollen maw. you watch, endeared as his pearly whites timidly nibble at his lower lip. you wish he would draw blood so that you could lick it away.

“if.. anyone sees us–” he begins, and you shush him by nudging him closer to the stall door. beside his head, you see a phone number written next to text that says call me. a shitty prank, you assume.

“tell me to stop, and i will.”

he doesn’t, and so you take the initiative to return your lips to his own. your mouths perfectly mold together; tongues, teeth, and spit. it’s during times like this that his more passionate side crawls from the cage of his nerves. he bites down on your lip, gliding his tongue across the wound he creates to taste your ichor. you’re not sure whether the saliva he leaves behind is his or yours.

“i was gonna do that,” you half–heartedly complain, a twinkle of mirth shining within your eyes as he stumbles over his words to hurriedly apologize. it’s always fun to see how swiftly emil sinclair shifts from a being of primal instinct and lust, back to a timid man who murmurs sheepish apologies.

“i– i.. you still can?” he meekly offers, a faint pink stretching across his countenance from the apples of his cheekbones.

upon gaining his permission, you do not bother with wasting even a second of time. the way you eagerly lunge for him causes an aroused startle to jerk his body. you bite down on his lip, and he whines into you. you bite down into the suppleness of his lips, but you don’t stop there. your teeth and mouth travel across the faint line of his jaw, down to the top of his neck.

sinclair’s breathing quickens, a warm tingle left behind wherever you had been kissing and biting just moments before. please, please, please.. reaching a hand, you begin to slip the tips of your fingers beneath his waistband.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. sinclair jumps away from you, while you stand in the stall unfazed by the pounding on the door.

“THE TWO OF YOU HAVE BEEN IN HERE LONG ENOUGH!” shouts none other than outis. you wonder if she was the only one, or if sinclair will be red-faced in front of everyone back at the table.

“pity,” your murmur to yourself.

oh, well. there’s always time to go further when everyone goes to sleep tonight. sinclair’s on nightwatch duty, isn’t he?

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schizoidcel · 1 year ago

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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

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

#emil sinclair x reader #sinclair x reader #limbus company x reader #lcb x reader #2 clair req alr... hes gnna turn into the pomni of lcb on my blog 😭😭#do yall fw the new theme ❤️

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patchedrabbit · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Gregor Samsa (Limbus Company)/Fixer!Reader Warnings: Emetophobia Commissioned by @wizardofwoof Previous | Next

Gregor’s dreaming was always restless, troubled, agitated.

Usually plagued with nightmares, he thought he’d get used to it at some point. That point never came. In fact, it just made him more uneasy when his dreams weren’t horrific in nature.

Like this one. Too good to be true, the warmth holding him tightly and telling him everything he ever wanted to hear. How his work was finally done, how many people he saved and how he could rest. How he was loved, and how he could rest. To settle down with that Fixer from the Zwei, someplace far away from the City — such a place had to exist, didn’t it?

He doesn’t respond much in his dream, in the sense that he brought not much to the conversation. He did speak a lot, in quiet I love yous as he shivered in the embrace.

Dreams like that made him uneasy. But when he awoke, with everything ripped from him, he nearly ripped himself apart with it.

He lay in bed for a while, not doing anything, slowly catching his breath. Eventually, slowly, he forced himself from the not-comforting-enough sheets and trailed along the walls of Mephistopheles to meet up with the other Sinners.

“Vergil~ Ver… c’mon, don’t you think you owe us a little stop?”

Red pierced the dull light filtering through the bus windows, causing Gregor to squint and grumble under his breath. Rodion causing problems already? “I’m not sure what makes you think I owe you anything. Need I remind you that you work for the Company? You take on whatever I tell you to, with no complaints.” The manager’s ticking sped up as Dante tried to calm their boss. The Color placed a hand on their shoulder as he stepped away, instead opting to converse with Charon (but not before ordering them to get their Sinners under control with a huff.)

“Any number of places… ah, what were they… South Section 1? …3? 6?” “EAT,” Ryoshu spoke pointedly, once again not being clear with her intentions, despite how confident she sounded. And, as he usually does, Sinclair was the one to pipe up to elaborate on her odd acronyms. “I… think that means ‘Everything Already Told.’ Something like all of the above, right?” As if affirming Sinclair’s assumption, Ryoshu flicked her cigarette out the window and turned to face the group. “The areas listed belong to that of the Zwei Association,” she explained with a smirk, “the last group of Fixers we worked with.” With a nod, Dante turned their attention to Rodion again. <What do you want with them?>

Rodion glanced at Gregor from the corner of her eye, and instantly he felt hot. She wasn’t trying to set him up, was she? “I’m pretty sure one of them pocketed my chicken voucher off me… you don’t want to start paying for my meals now, do you? We’ll be in and out, I promise!”

What a load of shit, Gregor held back the spiteful phrase as he bit his lip and waited in his seat. It took quite a bit of asking from Dante (and quite a bit of translating from Faust), but eventually, Vergilius gave in on the pretense that he really didn’t want to spend more money than he had to on the Sinners — and, they argued, their money was his money. So they were going to find the Zwei Association, wherever they were.

The first stop was the 3rd South Section. Or was the ‘3’ part of the title, and not a method of categorizing? Such useless questions bounced around inside Gregor’s head, distracting him from the growing pit in his stomach that Rodion was slowly digging deeper. “You owe me for this.” “No, I don’t… I didn’t ask for it either.” “But you know it’s for the best, don’t you?” “...I didn’t say that.” Despite averting his gaze, he can still hear the woman stifle a chuckle, informing him that he was still as poor an actor as he ever was.

When Dante came to a stop and Faust began speaking in their place, it was clear to the rest of the Sinners that there was some sort of negotiation taking place. Rodion even sneaked to their sides to continue spreading her web of lies, leaving her friend to hope she wouldn’t cause more trouble.

Though, if she had gone through that much trouble, he should at least follow through on what he had said that night. Slipping past the crowds and into the office, he squinted his eyes as he searched and even began calling out one name in particular. Eventually, he saw a hand raised, and before it had even dawned on him, he was rushing to the spot with his heart pounding in his ears.

You had returned only moments ago from an individual mission, unloading your weapons and other necessities from your aching back. You laugh, amused at seeing the same brunet consecutively every other week, but you didn’t mind. The first meeting was a welcome one, after all, and your feelings remained genuine.

“I- I need… to tell you something,” he spoke through labored breaths, clearly having sprinted to your spot. “Shoot!” “Uh… I don’t think- not here, is there any chance I can pull you away for a minute?” The interaction seemed increasingly awkward, which only made you feel more worried about him. What could possibly have gotten him so riled up? How naive you must be.

Regardless, you agree, and just barely mention to get away from the eyes of the Company and the Association managers. You can’t tell if he’s averting his eyes due to the lowering sun, the light dancing on his face, though the words heavy on his tongue are all too obvious to himself.

“I love you,” Gregor says.

“Huh?” “The mission, the other day… I said ‘I love you.’ You didn’t hear me.” Your eyes widen as you’re shot with an almost cartoonish flashback. “Oh… oh, hah. Haha. You see, what’s funny is I did hear that, but I thought I made it up…” The soldier’s shoulders slumped, seeming to take the response as a negative. “Me too,” you add. It was his turn to respond, “Huh,” with the most dumbfounded look.

“I guess ‘I love you too’ would’ve worked better- sorry for the confusion!” He continues staring at you, not really registering the phrase. You grab the insectoid arm again, appreciating the texture once more.

Wordlessly, he grabs onto your other hand and just stares into the interlocking of your fingers.

“This’ll be convoluted, won’t it… promise you’ll visit more?” You question with a tilt of your head.

“Promise.” He opens his mouth again to add more but suddenly jerks free from your grasp as a round-up is called, causing his hair to frizz up. “Guess Rodion’s problem was solved…” “See you, Gregor Samsa.”

The look he gives you has the innocence of a newly formed butterfly.

“See you.”

#gregor samsa #x reader #reader insert #male reader #rodion lcb #rodion limbus company #dante limbus company #dante lcb #vergilius #ryoshu #sinclair #limbus company #thank you for comming me!

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unhinged-simp · 8 months ago

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Outis!Reader X Kaito

I’ve been playing Limbus Company lately, and I thought it’d be fun to combine the two. This is just a fun thing. Sorry for my disappearance, I stopped because I was busy for a couple days, and I was hit with writers block. So I’m returning with this. If you like this, I’m more than happy to make more of this. I’m also working on requests.

Outis- Outis is a military veteran. She tends to scold her co-workers when they do something reckless. She seems to care more about those over her, especially the manager Dante. She doesn’t like cowardice, and responds negatively to it. She more than vocal about her opinions, but she’s often stopped by if Dante asks her to stop.

Terms - Ego is a term that refers to a big attack where the characters either attacks in their original form, or they turn into monsters

Something to note: Outis is, to my knowledge and hcs, much older than Kaito. In this fic and in all my stuff with them, Outis!Reader is closer to his age. Outis!Reader is also written slightly softer than she is in game.

Outis!Reader is written to be gender neutral. You/they are used for them.

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I keep thinking about Outis!Reader X Kaito.

At first you weren’t really a big fan of Kaito, finding him too much like how Sinclair was when you met him.

You would often scold him and Luca for doing dumb things. One time during a mission to Sinostra you saw Kaito gambling, and you gave him a quick lecture on the dangers of gambling(although he reminded you of your friend Rodya at points, which you found kinda nice)

After a while of having to deal with them, you grew to like Kaito. In your head he was a little bit like a wet kitten.

Of course, you don’t stop your scolding, but you definitely are a little bit more softer to him then you used to be.

You would occasionally talk about your Executive Manager, who Kaito would ask about one day. You would oblige him, telling him about Dante, though you hesitated talking about the promise with them that allowed you to be revived after death. Kaito would probably notice, but wouldn’t press you to tell him.

If you two ever managed to get together it’d be a miracle, with him being a nervous wreck over it and you being stubborn over the fact that you like him.

But once you two are, you’d be kind of protective over him. At this point, you might as well fistfight with Romeo since he never stops trying to stalk Kaito.

You probably would have hit him with an EGO by now, if Kaito hadn’t held you back from doing so.

You two have the dynamic of, ‘he asked for no pickles.’ And when you two first got together, your relationship was probably, me, my partner, and their Executive Manager, but you grew out of it slightly.

There are times where Kaito would gently kiss you while he sat pressed against you. While he’s sitting like this with you, he loves to kiss your fingers.

Days like these make you dread when you finally go home

#tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker x reader #kaito fuji x reader #kaito fuji #kaito x reader #outis limbus company #limbus company

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7rus7m3 · 7 months ago

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Hello, I hope you're having a good day. Do you hate Sinclair x Kromer? Because I do too, and I would love to know your reasons for it if so. For me, I simply don't like the characterisation of Sinclair that people make him out to be: toxic het, yaoi, yuri, whatever, I don't care. I despise Sinclair and Kromer together in some sort of "romantic" relationship. Though, thank you for your lovely art of Demisin as always.

hiiii!! i hope you are having a good day too :) thanks for the question and for kind words

the main problem with sinkromer for me is that i am more of a 'book-reader' type of limbus fan and for me personally it doesn't make real sense to depict their relationship at any point as friendship-like or even, what's surprising for me, as a romantic one. i don't really understand how people find their dynamic interesting... kromer is an awfully insipid character and she doesn't have anything behind her but an aesthetic (which is an absolutely fair writing of her and i hope was made on purpose exactly that way). there is a lot of problems with how this fandom sees women overall, like outis being a genuine 'hear-me-out' for some people, even though she's a conventionally attractive and around 30 years old looking (i know that her age is much older than that but it's important that it's not depicted in her actual design). which is, yk, relatively young. and i feel like kromer being a big 'mommy' type stronger woman is what actually makes people try and squeeze out any deeper characterization of her out of Canto III. like that video essay on kromer I've seen was a disaster. it was genuinely so bad, that i felt sick

so, i see that timid, shy and submissive mischaracterization of sinclair in most of sinkromer fan-content as a self-insert type of thing rather than a genuine attempt at deeper exploration of his character through this 'kromer relationship' lense. that way it's not really a sinclair ship rather than just a self-ship with kromer through sinclair, who is depicted as a whipping doll enjoying getting abused. and for me it always was very important in ship for it to be a thing that deeply explores both characters and themes that they already tried to speak on through their individual writing. sinkromer is very far away from that

and also, that's just sad how demian doesn't get enough attention from people in this fandom even though his writing for now seems awesome for me and even a choice to give him little prince as a second origin book was so perfect and unexpectedly well-fitting for his original book character. demian's potential might be the only thing that is still keeping me in limbus. there is so many small details in his little screen-time and i wish KJH gave him more than five phrases and maybe even actual second emotion sprite, idk dude is here since release. like ye, from theorizing on him it seems like fandom stopped after saying that he looks like enoch. dare i say that's not really a lot of analysis done

i hope i answered your question well enough. hesse's books mean quite a lot to me and i am happy to see more people acknowledging demian (the book) and liking demisin as much as i do bc of limbus :)

#i don't think i should somehow tag this #like i genuinely dk how people tag q&a's #i felt really entertained while writing answer though that's so fun :)

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average-limbus-fan · 1 year ago

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Yandere Drabbles for Ishmael, Sinclair, and Hong Lu

(Note: Hong Lu’s part is on hold until his canto)

Introduction

The feeling of the boat quickly turning into a bus was definitely jarring but at least you were on solid ground once again, all the sinners had seemed to be in better spirits with the change too… well aside from Heathcliff but you knew he was preparing for something so you left him alone to join Ishmael at the back of the bus who was in the middle of glaring at Hong Lu and Sinclair the former of which was teasing Sinclair for the small bird keychain he carried around “my sister gave it to me” Sinclair said, quick to defend his trinket while Hong Lu continued his innocent verbal assault “aww that’s so cute you must’ve loved her a lot” he retorted much to the embarrassment of Sinclair. Ishmael meanwhile seemed incredibly unamused “could you both stop acting like children for once” she said annoyed. At this Sinclair snatched his keychain out of Hong Lu’s hand “Don’t… touch my stuff again” he said in a low tone surprising the three of you as he walked back to his Quarters. Hong Lu then flashed a wicked smile “if I knew I could get such a fun reaction out of him I would’ve taken that ridiculous keychain ages ago” he said, as you were throughly disturbed by both of their words. Ishmael then headed to the back quarters of the bus seemingly tired of the petty conversation, you decided to follow suit when an odd thought crossed your mind, you had seen just how cruel Ishmael had gotten during her “turn” out on the seas… especially when she had been reunited with Ahab against her will. That got you wondering, you knew all the sinners were far from good people and they have easily maimed each other and bystanders without a second thought… but surely they wouldn’t act like that around the people they actually loved would they? Well it is your job as their manager to bring out the best in them of course! …But sometimes you wondered… these thoughts continued as you fell asleep.

Ishmael

You “awoke” to the familiar feeling of swaying you had gotten accustomed to in the past few weeks, the unfamiliar feeling beside you however was more daunting. “Cmon how about you get up and try to make yourself useful for once” the voice said while getting up, causing you fall out of the sheets in terror… and that’s when you realized it wasn’t you’re bed. You had fallen onto a weathered wooden floor much different from the cold metal floor of your bus quarters “Ishmael where are we” you asked horrified. “Where we’ve always been Dante” she returned coldly before walking out, you promptly followed to find yourself on a ship… with a familiar looking crew. A well built women approached you “Ishmael’s partner nice to see you out of room” she exclaimed much to your confusion. “Partner” you said in shock as you walked off to find Ishmael again, a relatively easy task on a ship. “Ishmael” you yelled as you caught up to her “where the hell are we” “where are the others” you asked as you started to freak out. “What do you mean Dante” “this is where you’ve always been…by my side” “after all it’s not like you’d survive anywhere else without me” she said cruelly. You froze unable to comprehend the situation you were currently in “Dante your doing it again” Ishmael said, …you didn’t respond “I think it’s time for you to go back to your room” she said while grabbing your arm and dragging you back in the direction of your “room” however you would never make it back as you quickly drifted out of conciseness.

Sinclair

It seemed you were back on a bed however it wasn’t yours once again, this one was much plumper then the last with a thick duvet and silk sheets though. You looked around the large room, there were expensive looking paintings adorning the walls and busts of prosthetic heads on the nightstands. Opposite the bed were two heavy doors however trying to open them proved useless, you were locked in. “Sorry but Master Sinclair said we’re to keep you in there until he sends for you” a women’s voice calls out from the other side of them door. Master Sinclair… you were very confused as you tried to question the person on the other side of the door, however you quickly remembered they wouldn’t be able to understand your tick tocking. So you resigned yourself to inspecting the rest of the room… to which you then noticed that the room lacked any windows. You spent what only felt like a few minutes continuing to investigate the room when the doors swung open to reveal a few women with prosthetic heads and maid uniforms “it’s time for dinner Master Dante” one of them proclaimed as you were then dragged out of your room and to what appeared to be a large dining hall. You noticed Sinclair sitting at the other end of the long table however as he saw you he quickly stood up and walked down until he was on the left chair closest to the end seat which you were soon placed into. He seemed elated at your confused and docile state as you questioned him. “There’s no reason to be worried about any of that…” he stammered out “here…” he then said while raising a fork to your mouth… you hadn’t even noticed that a plate had appeared in front of you. You reeled back in embarrassment which caused him to pale and start hyperventilating “are you still scared of me… it wasn’t my fault… you tried to run… you tried to abandon me…” he said starting to convulse as you were pulled from you’re seat by the maids. “Wait” you tried to protest as you watched Sinclair violently try to push off the maids as they were trying to help him. “I think it’s time you return to you’re room Master Dante” one of them said “don’t worry Master Sinclair will join you shortly” another said at your obvious worry for the blond. However as you were dragged back through the extravagant halls you once again felt that familiar wave of light headed-ness as you drifted out of consciousness.

At last you had finally woken up and you had never been so grateful to be met with your bus quarters, had you had a mouth you may have kissed the cold metal floor. However you would soon be interrupted by a voice at your door.

(Note: I couldn’t decide on a traumatic or happy ending so you can all have both)

Traumatic Ending:

Ishmael called out from the other side of the door “Dante you’ve been in there for hours it’s 2pm, Vergilius wants you out now” you didn’t respond… 4 hours later you’re door would be opened by Charon as the rest of the sinners looked in to find their dutiful manager pitifully cowering in the corner “stay away” you screeched out as you backed further away into you’re corner. “Do you think we broke them or something…”Sinclair asked as you started tearing up. You couldn’t let them become like that… no it would be all your fault if that happened… you then spent the next few days avoiding Ishmael, Sinclair, and Hong Lu much to their confusion and worry.

Happy Ending:

Ishmael called out from the other side of the door “Dante you’ve been in there for hours it’s 2pm, Vergilius wants you out now” you had never been so happy to hear you’re Ishmael as you swung the door open to have her look at you in confusion before you grabbed her and pulled her into a tight hug… much to her chagrin “Hey” she shouted “what’s gotten into you Dante” “let me go” her shouts had attracted the attention of the other sinners as they entered the back of the bus in concern. “Oh dear… are we interrupting something” Hong Lu asked before you ran over and pulled him into a hug as he giggled “my my… someone’s definitely happy to see us today”. You then looked around to find the blond you had wanted, he however had noticed you’re focus and quickly tried to run in the opposite direction… but you were faster, you scooped him up from behind and nuzzled your clockhead against his hair as he went limp, his face red as a tomato. “Oi, what’s gotten into clockhead this morning” Heathcliff asked. The rest of the sinners however didn’t have any good answers for him. You wouldn’t tell them anything either but you would also never allow your sinners to become like that… it was your duty as their manager after all… you’d make sure of it.

#limbus writing #limbus company #limbus x dante #limbus ishmael #limbus x reader #limbus hong lu #limbus sinclair #limbus dante #limbus Ishmael x Dante #limbus Ishmael x reader #limbus sinclair x reader #limbus Sinclair x Dante #limbus Hong Lu x Dante #limbus Hong Lu x reader #yandere #limbus yandere

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pvlvsdog · 7 months ago

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Uh hi!! I have never requested for LC so if it's.weirs sounding. Sorry.

Anyways Reader teasing the sinners? (Hc or smth. Whatever works best for you! :D)

No worries! Oh, if you’ve only seen the stuff my irl group left in my inbox /lh /nm /aff this isn’t weird at all! I try to work with hcs when I can, but not specifying that is on me, so until I get around to editing my bio, I suppose I do drabbles n stuff too. Or try haha

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Ryoshu lets out a ‘hmpf’ sound in a what that you can’t really tell if she’s annoyed or amused. She’s considered pretty intimidating by most so it is a bit funny to her to see you acting so bold. Especially when others look at you with disbelief. A few times you could swear the corners of her lips moved upwards. After all, she does enjoy a good quip or any other display of sharp wit. Which then leads to her teasing you right back, though her timing is always unexpected. It’s almost like a little game you two play, seeing where you can push the other one (within reason). And if asked, Ryoshu will shamelessly admit that she enjoys that part of your shared routine

With Rodya it’s a bit hit or miss. It really depends on what you say and it’s hard to read what will get a pass. I mean, to someone who doesn’t pay much mind to her, everything gets a pass. But there are times where you unknowingly will hit a sore spot and her joking demeanour will become a lot more rehearsed. Her main way of avoiding her self conscious thoughts is by making little jabs at others, so don’t be surprised if her ‘silly payback’ stings a bit. Sometimes it’s fine. But it’s not easy to tell if your teasing will make her blush or if it will ruin her day. Her ego, despite the front she puts up, is incredibly fragile and even when you’re innocently teasing her, she might assume you’re looking down on her. Even if she won’t outright say it, you will feel her discomfort shortly after

It’s only a little less unlikely for Don to misconstrue your words. Her love language is very earnest and genuine, so sometimes she just doesn’t get the purpose of your teasing. However, she’s less likely to assume anything bad by it and mostly it gets the desired reaction out of her. Doesn’t really tease you back though, it’s just not her style of affection, I think

You’d think Hong Lu falls somewhere in the similar category but he’s way more witty than he gets credit for and he goes along with your teasing. He sees it as the playful banter it is and when you least expect it he’ll innocently say something to get you just as worked up as you wanted to make him. Always a bit of a (pleasant) “jumpscare” when he does that. Hard to out-tease the lad, but it’s always a good time for both parties when you try :3

Ishmael gives you the most typical reaction. She’s way more used to being the one that does the teasing so when you start with your sillies, she tries to “fight back”. No luck though, you usually get her to flush and there’s no doubt your words affect her. She huffs something out for you to shut up but she’s not very convincing whenever she does so

But if you think Ish reacts strongly, you need to look at Heathcliff. Most times he’ll get absolutely awkward about it. Sure, sometimes he’s a bit oblivious. A bit like when he got offended that Dante thought he frequented clubs. When he was informed that it was a positive kind of comment, he got all awkward and didn’t really know what to do with himself, since that was not the kind of comment he expected to be directed at him. So if you want him worked up and temporarily not-functional, I absolutely recommend teasing the bloke

On a surface level, Faust is not only not affected but not very receptive to your teasing. She responds very matter-of-factly and with the same seriousness in her vacant eyes as if she was announcing the end of your work day. But don’t be fooled. There are occasions where she’ll pull an uno reverse card on you. Responding calmly she’ll inquire about the meaning behind your playful comment until you verbally run into a corner to the point where you’re admitting to the affectionate undertones of your teasing. You don’t even know how she does it. One second you’re being all silly and flirty and the next you’re all surrendered telling her how you like her, getting flustered by her painfully practical approach

The main difference with Outis is that she might genuinely not get it. Her guard’s always up and she’s been restless for so long, without a safe place to call her own, that playful banter almost seems like a luxury she can’t afford. She’s still in the mindset of surviving day to day (I mean… her job doesn’t exactly make it easy to let go of that notion) and you’re so casual with her. It makes her feel like a version of herself she had to bury a long time ago. But because of that contrast, she sometimes needs time to catch your teasing tone. She never assumes you mean anything bad by your comments, she likes you enough to grant you her patience and understanding way more than the others, but it takes up to 3 tries for her to catch the intent of your words. She’s not very good at reading back, but if you want to try flustering her, this is a good start

Then we have Meursault. He just really doesn’t get it. Each comment you make gets a painfully serious response out of him and you can’t really tell if he’s messing with you or if he really doesn’t get it. Knowing him, it might be the latter. Though if your teasing is more of the physical kind, you might affect him a bit. On the inside though, sorry, but he won’t let that kind of feeling you give him affect his “professional approach”

And we’re back to characters you would make an absolute mess out of. This time, the title goes to Dante. They are so used to being a tool and not having people pay much close attention to them (other than examining their changed body) that your teasing takes them by surprise. Add to that the fact that they can be rather awkward at times and you get the picture of your manager being delightfully graceless in their attempts to give any proper reaction or response. A few times your coworkers joked that you broke them. That did not help to make Dante more coherent

Before opening himself up, Yi Sang would be rather defeatist, not engaging much in your silliness. But that changes after he gets some time to grow and heal when the bus leads him to revisit his past. It’s much more easy to get a blush or a faint smile out of him and he might even surprise you with some (quite wordy) responses of his own

The only word to describe Gregor’s reaction is ‘exasperated’. He’s not like, outright mad or anything. Yeah, I mean, you do kind of have to watch not to hit a painful spot, but it’s easier to avoid with him (just no bug stuff and you’re pretty much in the clear) plus, as awful as I feel for saying this, he’s way too defeatist to counter most painful comments too. His main thing though is that he can’t believe how bold and blatant you are. Especially teasing him in this way. Him, out of everyone in the bus. I mean, he can’t call himself a catch and the way he sees it, there are much more attractive, put together and younger people you could be going after. Publically at that. Besides, some things you say are just way bolder than anything he could even say when drunk (or so he tells himself, tipsy Gregor is not as subtle as sober Greg would like to believe). If you knew him less, you could think that the way he sighs and shakes his head is a sign of total rejection, but that’s not the case. To be fair, if he tried to respond properly he would probably be more awkward. Romance is foreign to him and it stresses him out that he can’t really guess what people say in situations like this. The way you know you did good is when he completely goes blank. Honestly, he looks a bit staggered. The one time he did try to make a sound, he sounded like that too-

Lastly, Sinclair is a tough one. Because I don’t think it’s just so cut and dry that I can just say he gets cute and blushy. He’s… eager at heart (he wants to have someone, so having you show interest is definitely big for him) but so inexperienced and anxious, it doesn’t help his case. But he’s also one of the sinners that is used to being seen less-than and his insecurity makes him fear that your teasing might have different implications. He’s been called useless and naive, amongst other things, so many times. And he doesn’t want to be seen as some weak willed pushover. Especially not by you. You don’t think that, do you? He prays you don’t. His work is tough on him as is, it would be a lie to say you aren’t a beacon of light amongst his gore and guilt filled world. You’ve seen how easy it was to get him down when his coworkers made comments about his appearance. So it’s 50/50 with him. He might try to object. Sometimes he might actually come off too strongly. Other times he just fumbles with his words. And sometimes, when he is sure that your comment is definitely a good natured one, he just fumbles in general. Honestly, this is a half joke but I can almost see him blurt out ‘I want you’ in response like one time and then scurry off terrified wishing to never be resurrected again

#limbus company headcanons #limbus x reader #limbus company x reader #limbus headcanons #limbus gregor #limbus sinclair #limbus ryoshu #limbus dante #limbus don quixote #limbus faust #limbus hong lu #limbus heathcliff #limbus meursault #limbus ishmael #limbus rodya #limbus yi sang #limbus outis

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harukasangel · 12 days ago

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I keep having brainrot of dating Sinclair + the other sinners making it all the more fun

Like pre-dating, the other sinners just spy on Sinclair trying to confess to you (encouragement courtesy of Rodya and a little, er......harsh, but helpful of you squint acronyms from Ryoshu). Rodya tries to place bets with Greg, betting that Sinclair will go through with his confession (He does, Greg honey, cough it up~)

Outis overheard Sinclair talking to Rodya about his crush on you, wondering what to do, but she shouted that romance will be a distraction to both his and your duties. It wasn't until Dante assured Outis that it was fine, you and Sinclair obviously didn't plan to fall in love, that she did a 180 and barked orders for him to stand up straight and speak clearly when confessing

Planning to spend your anniversary with Sinclair in the privacy of his room after Dante dismissed the sinners for the day. Don Quixote invites herself to hang out with you two, but you and Sinclair fumble to politely turn her down. Dw, Rodya chimed in and explained she should "Let them be, it's a special day for those two lovebirds~". Don was lowkey proud "Young Sinclair grew up so fast!"

Sinclair working out in his room so he can be strong enough to bridal carry you to your bed (he's been meaning to surprise you during one of your late nights together). Ishamael catches him and gives him a "bro, wtf?" look. Sinclair stutters, begging her not to tell you. She won't, but she's lowkey having too much fun teasing him abt it

Sinclair deciding on what to buy you when you stop at another district and he sees you busy talking with Ishamael and Gregor. He takes the opportunity to buy you a gift and stash it away for the time being. However, Hong Lu notices and laughs a bit, never pegging Sinclair for a hopeless romantic. Boy shushed him aggressively, you could overhear it!!

And let's not forget when a small notebook fell out of Sinclair's pocket and before he could snatch it back, Heathcliff grabbed it and laughed. It was filled with notes about you; all your likes/dislikes, your favorite candy, your favorite movies, games you liked the play, the fact you fall asleep better with some soft noise, etc. Heathcliff tried to read some of it out loud and get your attention, Sinclair wanted to die on the spot and never be revived

Not to mention, the very first Christmas Sinclair spent with you. We all know Christmas was a er.....haunting day for him. But with all the darkness in his life, you truly are the beacon of light in his life, a literal angel to him. The irony considering your both sinners, he truly does think you're too angelic for this job. Celebrating Christmas with the Limbus Company was nothing to write home about, but the sinners did manage to get some free time for themselves, courtesy of Dante and Faust, which gave him the opportunity to show you his gift to you--a necklace with silver angel wings. He was perfectly content just cuddling with you as a movie played in the background. Rodya popped her head in, giving Sinclair a Christmas tart. She apologies for 'not being able to get you one' but then smirks, suggesting that Sinclair should feed you some of his

#f/o community #self shipping community #yumeship #💚 ⛏️ - Emil #emil sinclair x reader #emil sinclair #lcb x reader #sinclair lcb #limbus company x reader #limbus company #this may have been a little too self indulgent + possibly ooc (I'm only on Canto 4. Curse my mental health blocks)#but I just love the idea of dating Sinclair and the sinners just being so chaotic but entertaining

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limbusimagines · 2 years ago

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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.

#sorry if this is all over! its been a while so im shakin the crust off #hope you enjoy!#sinclair x reader #emil sinclair x reader #limbus company #limbus company bus #limbus headcanons #project moon #projmoon #request #headcanon

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