₊✦Limbus Company | Female!Side Characters x gn!reader | Potential spoilers!✦₊
Saude's clothes carry with them a sterile smell, her work clothes do at least. Nonetheless it was clear that her work clothes — which was the only thing she ware nowadays due to how much she had to work — weren't hers.
They're so not hers in fact that you're sure you accidentally wore Effie's work clothes when you wanted to wear one of Saude's, but oh well.
The next best thing you can do is wear her practically abandoned casual clothes back home. They don't smell like her, not anymore, but putting them on certainly feels better than putting on her work clothes instead.
Besides, nothing compares to Saude cheering up when she sees you in her clothes after a day of hard work and struggling to keep her composure when she's around her coworkers.
Kromer's clothes are rarely clean and always bloodied, it's as if she takes delight in having the blood of those she sees as lesser on her... and she does.
What she loves more is putting you in her clothes and squealing about how cute you look and how this is proof that you are meant to be hers.
The lingering smell of blood and the texture of it on fabric is the furthest thing from pleasant, get the way she showers you with praise and affection is more than enough to make up for it.
Just be prepared to spend the next several hours with her.
Ahab’s clothes carry her scent and her scent only. There’s not a single hint of the oceanic smell that other sailors or fixers who spend most of their lives within the Lake carry. Whatever Ahab smells like — be it her own natural scent or the deodorant she used whenever she wants to take you out on dates — then her clothes smell the exact same.
It's only during the days when the two of you go on dates that you can wear her clothes. They're big on you, but they bring with them a sense of comfort and safety like no other. They're Ahab's clothes after all, someone very reliable and strong, it would be weird if you didn't fell safe wearing them.
It's not often that Ahab catches you wearing her clothes given the few opportunities you get to wear them. The few times she does, she's overjoyed; insisting on you wearing her clothes for the rest of the day and showering you in compliments and praises alike on how good you look in her clothes.
Bari's clothes always have a pleasant smell attached to them and the way you find them neatly folded in the bathroom has you convinced that she wants you to wear her clothes.
They're snug when you do. They're pretty worm too so it makes you feel as if Bari is right there with you— hugging you close to her.
Of course, she's not actually with you and all of this is a trick to lower your guard. Only a few seconds after you put on her clothes, she comes into the room with a camera on hand and takes a picture of you first thing.
Though she also enjoys cuddling you when you're wearing her clothes, so she might just let you get rid of those pictures if you agree to cuddle with her.
Huge might.
Sasha's clothes are without doubt big on you due to her prosthetics. They can be a bit awkward to wear as well due to that same reason, but that never stopped you from wearing them whenever you missed your girlfriend.
They carried a pleasant smell, specifically a mix of several different perfumes for when the two of you would go out on the weekends. She didn't have a favourite smell. Not when you told her that you liked every single perfume that she tried on.
It also wasn't uncommon that Sasha would catch you wearing her clothes since you often fell asleep wearing them. Each time that she does, she only gets in the bed and cuddles with you before laughing about how cute you are come morning when you're both awake.
Stephanette's clothes are simple, even the ones that she wears to work are nothing fancy. However, due to her day exploring the Outskirts, they carry all sorts of faint scents with them.
Dying stardust, overgrown flowers, barren dirt… scents that you couldn't exactly name, but had a faint idea on what they were. Though Stephanette tends to scold you when you wear the clothes that are heavily carry those scents— something about being unsure if your body can handle traces of... something as you've never been to the Outskirts like she has.
However, she can't deny reality and tell you that you don't look cute whenever you wear her clothes.
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Saude | Kromer | Ahab | Bari | Sasha | Stephanette
Alas, the lighter's flame struck against the pale coverings of the cigarette. A deep ache settling between your heart the more people came in the club, your stomach felt as if it was going through it's own voyage at the seas— maybe it already is with the substances you've gulped down. Sailing beautifully towards your throat once it's had enough.
" Mm. " You don't answer Bari's question immediately. The lady was nice— More patient than anyone you've recalled interacting at this moment. " Probably. " It's too late for this, you don't carry a watch. You can't recall why.
The melody— remix of it, actually, buzzed against your heart. Each beat making it feel as if it's jumping between oceans. One moment it's dropping and buzzing, the next.. it's all the same. You swallowed back your bile— even if you didn't swallow anything but the various drinks the place had given you.
You're nauseous. You noted the first thing before trying to return to your senses— Probably from the alcohol or the cigarettes making its works known. You couldn't care less.
Cold. You noted second, it's cold out. And you don't have the company you expected to have in this place. Only the warmth of a hand on your shoulder, lazily slung over in an attempt to get you closer, probably.
" Do you have a ride, ____? "
" Mm, I'll walk home. " You mumbled. Looking at the roadside. Bari took a moment— Fanning away the smoke that came with the cigarette you were inhaling.
" Alright, where do you live? " What?
You tilted your head to the side. An act of confusion you've seen in the countless cringey romcoms you've been watching.
" I'll drive you there. Where do you live? "
Oh, that's what she meant, through your drunken haze, you started to try and recall the address that was supposed to be engraved in your mind.
Lcb Bari au 👀 Swapped limbus au 👀👀👀 Ura conceive the most ingenious idea 👀
-ezzy
“Manager— wait. Want me to walk with you?” Bari had asked, mere moments after a rough fight outside of the bus— nonetheless, that didn't seem to stop her energy.
You gazed at the group behind Bari. The other sinners.. you'll patch them up. None of them got critically hurt or staggered— Well, nobody but Xichun, taking a mental note on patching her up, you nodded towards Bari's question.
Your pace started alongside Bari's. Thankfully, the bus wasn't parked that far away from the battle— Average bandits, really, you could see the fear right in their eyes as soon as you equipped the Fauvist IDS. Bari seemed to find amusement in it's absurdity when she was in the middle of the battle— clawing, jumping, or whatever she did out there with little to no hesitation.
You liked seeing her in that ID.
Maybe more than you should— as a manager, of course.
“Quiet today, aren't we?” Bari teased— Taking a moment to look at the Backstreets for a moment. You couldn't help but to stare at her, as if she was a fleeting thing, “You didn't get too captured in my performance back there, did you?” Bari shoved lightly at your side. Which earned her a reasonable yell of surprise.
“Do you think we're able to predict whose ‘turn’ it is now?” Bari asked.
“No, I don't think so— I've never been to any of these nests.” You replied. Instinctively, you looked back to check if the others had taken their pace on walking towards the bus— thankfully, for both your heart and mental capacity, they were.
“Mm, Don't you think things have changed?” Bari asked. “It's likely we're going to encounter something unexpected. But I'll always be by your side” She paused— “As always, from your loyal knight.” Bari smirked. You wanted to glare at her but alas, you didn't have the heart to. How benevolent of you.
“Keep up with this knight roleplay and I might just send you to a fantasy related wing..” you mumbled— well, a fantasy related wing did sound good on paper, but you knew better, hopefully.
“Enough of that, I'm sure it's accurate, manager— especially with how I've protected you when you gazed upon a certain identi—” you shoved your hand against her face.
“Sonya— Sonya! Let's walk together, please!” You called out to the group behind.
Bari making you go on a knight to knight sparring session to polish your skills as fixers. At some point things escalated and now you're stuck beneath her trying your hardest not to make it obvious you're not flustered to save yourself from her teasing
-ezzy
“One more second like this, and I’m not going to be able to stop myself from actually killing you.”
You heaved out. A wavy, messy line of pants and short lived deep breaths that follow little to no rhythm while your blade crashed against the concrete.
Your chest tightened— a pounding against your ribcage that felt more like an attack than a warning of some sorts. Your shoulders felt like it was going to burst if you happen to do any type of movement that it regarded as too much— your muscle twitched, you winced. A deep ache burrowing itself into the depths of your fat and muscle.
“Ack—!” And of course, you were punished. Your vision went backwards— No, more like upside down, actually, you saw tiny blobs of green before you eventually heard that god awful ringing in your ear. When did Bari even strike against your head? Or did she punch your jaw first?
“Haahh, Not bad.” The blue haired woman— Now on top of you, commented. Fresh blood poured from her nose, you can guess with your eyes closed that it was your doing, remembering the crunch of bone that followed when you.. What use was it to reminisce on things that made your spine shiver, anyways? Warm— Lukewarm, more like, blood dripped onto your forehead. You blinked. Time seemed as if it was on pause.
“...You’re looking at me weird.” Bari commented, once again.
“You're the one that's looking at me weird!” You replied, finally, your back ached from the rough handling— why did it occur to you that it was a good idea to fight someone that's out of your reach in battle? someone that your eyes could barely keep track of everytime—
“Focus, ____.” Bari teased— right after giving you a tiny slap in the face. A smug smile met your eyes— Despite her nose clearly broken, she was still giving you that attitude of hers. If it weren't for the adrenaline wearing off, you swore you'd crash her head straight against the pavements. “That's.. Hah, gonna cost you your life one day. If you aspire to become a fixer of righteousness, a replica of my ow—”
Bari was cut off by a groan. “I know, I know, I know..” You fixed your gaze onto something else— boring holes into the small space the trees provided. Your breaths mingled with each other due to proximity, you only turned your head in return.
.. Bari squinted, really hard. You could tell from the edge of your vision.
“You're blushing.” She concluded.
“No I'm not—” You retaliated— Pushing hard against her shoulders to get her off of you. Throwing her off guard. “God— Give me a break!”
“Don't be immature. Come on!” Bari wrapped her arms around you. Pulling you into a half reciprocated hug— You held on tightly onto Bari's sleeves. “You're so cuuteee..” She teased— Pulling your cheek.
... One more second of this, and you might as well just accept your fate into her grubby, dirty hands.
