#emil sinclair x reader

yi sang .𖥔 ݁ ˖

out of all the things that could’ve happened, this definitely wasn’t on his list. yi sang might look calm and unreadable, but he’s actually caught off guard. and very much on edge.

observes everything in your house, scanning each detail until his eyes land on your bookshelf. it clearly interests him, but with his pocket-sized body. . . oh well. reaching it is another story.

but if you offer to read to him, you’ll earn his trust faster than expected. he won’t say thank you or show obvious emotion, but you’ll notice how attentively he listens.

eventually, he starts waiting in the same spot each day a few minutes early. never says a word, just expects it. you find it oddly endearing.

his favorite spot ends up being your window. whether it overlooks the ocean, a forest, or just a quiet patch of sky, he’ll sit there for hours, admiring. the city surely doesn’t have this kind of peace, therefore this feels like a luxury to him.

if he wants a sip of your tea or coffee, he’ll just stare at it until you get the hint. and when he does speak, his “thank you” is so exquisitely polite it almost feels ceremonial.

doesn’t mind being picked up or placed on the back of your hand, but he prefers sitting somewhere more comfortable. that said, every now and then, you’ll find him leaning against your hand, dozing off.

faust .𖥔 ݁ ˖

as soon as she finds herself in this such strange situation, faust immediately begins analyzing her surroundings. no panic, just mild inconvenience at her new reduced size.

she takes shelter in your desk drawer. it’s not that she dislikes your bed, but her sleep schedule is. let’s just say unconventional. thanks to her, your drawer is now suspiciously clean and organized, though scattered with notes full of formulas only she understands.

never asks for help, but clearly expects you to offer. if you lift her onto the windowsill for a better view, she’ll give a single approving nod. that’s the closest you’ll get to a thank-you, by the way.

she’s very particular about where she sits. your palm is tolerable for short periods, but she prefers the rim of a mug, the edge of your laptop, or the top of your shelf - anywhere she can observe and calculate without interruption.

when you pick her up, she doesn’t react. at all. but if you grab her by the coat and she falls. expect the same icy glare she gave dante. you’ve been warned.

she’s basically a mini version of your homeroom teacher. every time you work on a project, especially anything math-related - she’d wordlessly sits nearby, either observing or judging. ignore that, she’s actually pretty hopeful when it comes to giving advice. she may be smaller now, but her big ahh brain definitely isn’t.

don quixote .𖥔 ݁ ˖

no doubt the loudest, most dramatic, and most excited about this new “adventure to a realm of unknown trials.” she’s barely the size of a coffee mug, but that doesn’t mean your cat is safe from this overly passionate troublemaker.

that said, keep an eye on her or be ready to hear your wallet scream in agony. she breaks your stuff a lot, especially anything she declares “evil”.

follows you around like a tiny squire. if you’re working on something, she’ll perch nearby, offering loud encouragement and the occasional battle cry. you’ve never felt so heroic doing literature homework.

she absolutely loves being picked up and beams with joy if you pat her head. even when you’re not actively doing that, you’ll still find her trying to climb onto your arm, shoulder, or anything that gets her closer to you.

also really enjoys sitting on your head and shoulder. it makes her feel kind of post, like a noble knight surveying her kingdom from the highest tower.

she’s loud and stubborn, sure, but also fiercely loyal. will literally defend you from anything she deems threatening, including your alarm clock.

ryoshu .𖥔 ݁ ˖

her first words would probably be something like “i see this form is insufficient. i’ll c.i.w.f.a.” you don’t know what she meant and you are certain that you don’t want to.

she had hung out around your knife drawer more than once. you’ve had a hard time convincing her that those can actually hurt her, especially when she’s in such. . . size. still, make sure to keep an eye on her.

occasionally disappears for a few hours. sometimes you’ll find her on your shelf, sometimes in your pencil case, and sometimes in even more random places.

while the others seem to enjoy physical contact, ryoshu doesn’t. if you accidentally let her have a needle, she’ll immediately stab it into your hand without hesitation.

but if you ask nicely first, a pat or a gentle nuzzle of your fingers might be tolerable for her. maybe. depends on the weather, probably.

she keeps a collection of sharp things like pins, needles, and anything she finds interesting. you tried to take them away once, but eventually made a deal: as long as she doesn’t hurt anyone, she can keep them.

most of the time, if she’s not busy “painting her own work”, she’s watching you sketch. she might leave a few comments that bruise your ego beyond repair, but deep down - you’ve made a good impression. not that she’d ever admit it, of course.

meursault .𖥔 ݁ ˖

stands so perfectly still it’s genuinely unnerving. you either have to speak first or ask dante to help break the silence. a single blink is the most you’ll get in response if he’s asked anything directly.

he’s oddly fascinated by your calendar and to-do list. you once caught him trying to “optimize” your schedule. the result is either a flawless masterpiece of productivity or a rigid military-grade itinerary that starts at 4:00 am. no in-between.

why look for a reliable note keeper when you have meursault? you adore the way he silently holds your oversized note (two times his size) without complaint. he doesn’t read it or ask why. he just , holds it.

has no idea why patting his head or scooping him up makes you so happy. he doesn’t resist, but he doesn’t react either. at one point, he mutters, “i do not object to the action. though i would prefer it occur less frequently.” - you’re not quite sure if that’s a complaint or just meursault being meursault.

he never asks for anything. not a space, not even food. if you don’t take the initiative, he’ll simply stand there almost for the whole day. you have to be the one to act - to ask what he prefers (though the answer is always the same) or to gently scoop him up and place him on your bed.

despite his professional demeanor and painfully blunt responses, he’s hyper-observant. skipping a meal or staying up too late won’t escape his scrutiny. he says it like a fact, but you like to think it’s his way of caring. (perhaps it really is?)

hong lu .𖥔 ݁ ˖

a complete opposite of meursault, but not quite as full-on excited like don - we have hong lu. surely, all of this is concerning but he’d rather focus on the fun it could bring them (or him alone).

he’s curious about your world, especially the snacks. bonus points if they’re oddly shaped or sweet. you’ll catch him lounging in your cereal bowl or poking at gummy bears like they’re rare artifacts.

hong lu is pretty affectionate. he likes being scooped up, but only if you do it gently; if not, he’ll dramatically pretend to faint just to watch you panic. also instead of hugs, he taps your nose with both hands and says “boop. that’s affection, right?”

if you have long hair, he’ll braid it. (it won’t look good, but you make no effort in stopping him) if your hair’s short, he still manages to nest in it like a smug little bird.

absolutely uses his pocket-sized advantage to sneak into your hoodie’s hood, pockets, and sleeves. he curls up inside and occasionally poking his head out to comment on your life choices.

since he’s from a wealthy family pre-limbus, he’s interested enough to follow you around while you do regular house chores. you know it’s just pure curiosity, but it still stings all the same. the way he watches you scrub dishes or fold laundry like it’s a novelty. yeah, it hits.

too busy looking after every sinner except him? expect a hong lu in your backpack by the time you reach school - he won’t ask, he’ll just climb in. it’s your problem now: either be extremely careful or deal with the consequences.

heathcliff .𖥔 ݁ ˖

absolutely not thrilled about his new form of size. on the contrary, he’s snappy, stressed, and very much on edge like yi sang about the whole situation.

he’ll lash out at the other sinners (hong lu and don, especially) for being “idiots” about it; or at you. or both. depends on the hour.

when he’s not in the mood for physical contact (which is almost always), don’t touch him. if you try to pick him up unexpectedly, expect an awfully painful bite that is long enough to make you let go. he might be small, but he’s still a fighter. and he’ll make sure you remember that.

but that’s just at first sight. over time, the tension eases even just a little. he still refuses your offered food and insists on sleeping on your desk’s bookshelf though - unless necessary (or forced).

to get him to warm up, you’ll need patience and gentleness - even when he’s being ridiculously harsh. starts by letting you give him your handkerchief as a blanket, then eventually, he begins accepting the little treats you leave out. ‘begrudgingly’

when your pencil was sharpened down to nothing but a stub (too short to use anymore), you handed it to him as a gift. he didn’t say thank you or show much of a reaction, but the faint spark in his eyes and the way he holds it so carefully - says it all.

at some point, he gave up trying to keep up the “all bark and all bite” when it came to physical affection; you’re not doing it with bad intent anyway. still, he only tolerates hair ruffling. no scooping or picking up, he won’t take that well. and even with the one he does allow, he never lets it slide without tossing in a few curses and grumbles.

and when you stay up too late working on school projects, heathcliff will bark across the desk “oi! quit messin’ about with that nonsense and get some bloody sleep already, you hear me?!” - it’s not the easiest way to take in concern, yes, but that’s just how he shows he cares.

ishmael .𖥔 ݁ ˖

not talking about panic or confusion, she takes the whole “suddenly pocket-sized in a stranger’s house” surprisingly well.

the kind of person who scans every room, notes every exit, and probably has a mental map of your house before you’ve even properly introduced yourself.

despite her size, she’s more likely to become your sister figure once you earn her trust. if there’s a list of which sinner is the most reliable when it comes to taking care of the others you’re off studying or working, ishmael is no doubt number 1.

not too harsh like outis, or way too stoic like meursault, but firm enough to manage the chaos on her own.

whether you ask or not, she’s always nearby, lingering just close enough to assist. need help organizing notes? done. stubborn math problems? solved. keeping hong lu from climbing into your cereal box again? handled.

physical affection isn’t her default, but if you’re visibly stressed or upset, she’ll sigh and climb onto your arm, sitting there quietly in an attempt to lift your mood.

she doesn’t really mind being held with your fingers or having her head gently patted, but she prefers you ask first. pinching her cheeks, though? yeah, definitely off limits.

she’s made it clear that your paper crafts are “inconvenient” and “make the desk even messier than it already is”, but when you gifted her an orange paper crane, complete with white bows doodled on the head to resemble her - you caught her staring at it, like she wasn’t quite sure how to respond to a gesture that simple yet genuine.

rodion .𖥔 ݁ ˖

sure, she’s a little panicked and concerned at first, but seeing the others safe and sound. . . and you being surprisingly nice about it, she figures this might not be so bad after all.

moving on, she’s an instant nickname giver. you’re getting something like “longlegs” - or whatever pops into her head that day.

watching tv is her favorite pastime, especially dramas. she’ll perch on your shoulder or head, legs swinging, and drop a few comments like “bet he’s gonna cheat. i can feel it.” (she’s usually right)

jokes around constantly, but don’t let that fool you - she’s sharp. the moment you start showing signs of stress, she’ll glance over and say “you look like you need a nap and a drink. preferably both.”

board games? she’s the reigning queen. with just a few sneaky tricks, she’ll have heathcliff + outis sent to jail 5 times in a row in monopoly and doesn’t even try to hide her smugness.

feel like she’s absolutely the type to sit on your knees while you’re ranting - from school bullshits to workplace half baked boss; taking on the role of ‘gossip partner in crime.’ just when you think she’s barely listening? she’ll drop a casual “didn’t they pull this stunt last month too? you need new coworkers.” (no idea how did i think of this, but just have a feeling she’s into gossiping)

rodion’s pretty clingy, but in a teasing way - from shoulder rides, hair twirling to finger pokes. try to move away and she’ll take it super dramatically.

when you’re crafting diys for your little space, she’ll toss out compliments - not too poetic or serious, but just enough to smooth over the ego bruises ryoshu left behind.

emil sinclair .𖥔 ݁ ˖

no words. just absolutely freak the out. like, picturing him goes pale, trembling so violently it looks like he might collapse right then and there. you end up carrying him around tucked between your sleeves for the rest of the day while the others take turns reassuring him.

it’s hard to tell whether he trusts you or not. he doesn’t say it or show it outright, but when a loud noise triggers him and he hides behind your hand - clinging to your fingers like a lifeline - you know. that’s your answer.

every time you ruffle his hair or nuzzle him with your fingers, he blushes like mad. tries to brush you off with stammered words, but always ends up leaning into your touch anyway.

you notice he loves basking in warm light, especially the soft glow of early morning through your window. so that’s why he’s always up so early. . . the light seems to make the world feel a little less terrifying for him. it reminds you of how cats curl up in sunbeams, chasing comfort in silence.

speaking of cats, sometimes he just vanishes. you search everywhere, only to find your cat dragging him back by the coat collar like a tiny, misplaced kitten.

he hates feeling useless. even with his small size, he insists on helping however he can - sorting pens by color, tidying up your desk, stacking sticky notes like it’s a must task.

it’s not much, but it makes him feel like he matters. and when you toss him one of those ‘overrated’ compliments - just a simple “you did great” or “thank you” - his whole day lights up like it’s the best thing he’s ever heard.

outis .𖥔 ݁ ˖

the type who refuses to believe a single word you say unless it’s backed by hard evidence or dante’s confirmation. you’ve learned that the only way to get her to listen is to begrudgingly scoop her up, hold her at eye level, and let dante nod solemnly in agreement. only then will she pause, arms crossed and mutter “. . . acceptable. for now.”

despite her new, notably reduced size, outis remains as sharp-tongued and commanding as ever. she critiques everything, from your posture and schedule to your life choices. you swear you’ve accumulated enough sinking status just from her daily commentary alone.

probably the least likely to be “running after you all the time” compared to the other sinners. sure, she still observes you to gather “information”, but her priorities lie elsewhere: how to return to her old world, managing the chaos of her fellow coworkers, and keeping tabs on your questionable plans(?).

want her to warm up to you? easy, just be dante and you’re set. kidding. for real, let her have control over small things that help her feel grounded like: organizing your planner (she’ll restructure your week with military precision), managing your bookmark folders (expect judgmental side-eyes + disapproval) and overseeing your workspace layout (she’ll call it “tactical optimization”)

once you make it past her walls, she becomes a surprisingly reliable and helpful companion. still professional, still critical - but you can tell there’s a sense of loyalty and gratitude tucked beneath all that pride.

now picture her sitting on your shoulder, halfway through scolding you for missing a task and you just sorta reach up mid-lecture and brush your finger against her face. immediately swats your hand away, grunting “this is wildly inappropriate. refrain from such nonsense.”

gregor .𖥔 ݁ ˖

doesn’t say much. just sighs and accepts whatever fate got thrown his way.

at first, he chose to sleep in the oddest spots around your room - namely, inside your sleep slippers. luckily, they’re fur-lined; but that didn’t stop you from panicking the first time you found him there. he only shrugged and said “figured you wouldn’t be thrilled to see a pest sleeping on your bed like it owns the place.”

took a few rounds of convincing to get him to settle somewhere more reasonable. he still refuses to sleep with you, so the little box you made is good enough for him. occasionally you’ll find him lying there, quietly entertained as he watches his coworkers’ chaos like it’s some nature documentary.

he is a bug, after all. then why are you surprised when you catch him having a full-on conversation with a random beetle outside the window?

he’s not the type to seek out physical affection; in fact, he actively avoids it. his past makes it hard to accept gestures like that without flinching. even so, you’ll still scoop him up or pat him from time to time. he can do nothing but lets out a dry chuckle, “you’re younger and that’s not how respect works, kid.”

if he’s not chilling in his corner, he’s probably staring at you while you work on your projects. unlike faust or outis, he doesn’t judge; just slips in the occasional comment like “your handwriting looks like hell. i like it.”

let him cook. i mean, let him teach you to cook. he’s too small to pick up a spoon now, yeah, but his methods are surprisingly effective. you follow his instructions while he taste-tests everything to confirm it’s not poisoned like a father n’ child session.

had been poisoned 4 times in a row by the way.

sinner no. 1 — yi sang

hugging yi sang would be filled with gentleness and comfort. he would tense up a little bit when you wrap your arms around him, but would eventually ease up when they're fully wrapped. i feel like he's naturally cold, but despite that, his hugs still feel comforting. i feel like he would pat your back a little as well as he pulls away.

sinner no. 2 — faust

hugging faust would be an interesting experience, at first, she says no, and then again, and again, and again.. but eventually she finally agrees to let you hug her! you'd wrap your arms around her and she wouldn't really return it that much, would mostly just stand there and look down (or up) at you as you hug her. face filled with curiosity, probably wondering why people like hugs so much anyway.

sinner no. 3 — don quixote

hugging don will be filled with excitement and warmth! she feels honored you wanted a hug from her, and she happily accepts. squeezes you tight, but not too tight! she doesn't wanna hurt you! she's also the type to rub your back gently right before she pulls away, feeling quite proud of herself and happy she got to hug you!

sinner no. 4 — ryoshu

hugging ryoshu would be an unexpected experience, like faust, i feel like she's the type to decline a few times before finally saying yes. she's the type to give those one arm hugs and sometimes two arms when she's feeling good that day. i feel like her hugs carry a special warmth, though. when you hug her, it fills you with ease, and it feels like nothing can hurt you or get to you while your wrapped around her. also has a naturally warm body temperature.

sinner no. 5 — meursault

hugging meursault would be a very standard experience. he accepts your proposal, wraps around you firmly with both arms, holds it for about exactly three seconds, then pulls away. he may also pat your back a little bit.

sinner no. 6 — hong lu

hugging hong lu is a joyful experience! he gladly accepts your request and wraps around you with both of his arms. he has a very firm but gentle grip on you, you can literally feel the warmth radiating off of him. he seems like the type to pat your head a little bit before pulling back with a smile on his face, and hopefully one on yours.

sinner no. 7 — heathcliff

heathcliff, surprisingly, says yes when you first ask. it's more like a "..sure why not." but it works! he would also tense up a bit as he sees you coming in, but would overall be accepting. he would probably wrap around you with one arm while looking away all embarrassed. his hugs are quite nice, though! he pats your back firmly and pulls away first, satisfied.

sinner no. 8 — ishmael

ishmael would accept with a sigh, not an annoyed one, but a relaxed one. she wraps one arm around you at first, but eventually decides to wrap the other one around you too. she flashes a slight smile when she looks down and sees how pleased you look. she didn't understand why you chose her to hug out of all people, but nevertheless it makes her feel quite wanted. she'd also rub you back gently for the entire duration of the hug. you end up pulling away first.

sinner no. 9 — rodion

hugging rodya fills you with a sense of comfort and familiarity, she hugs with both arms, and may lift you off the ground a little, not intentionally, but i feel like it's just something that happens naturally when she hugs people. makes you feel safe, yknow?

sinner no. 10 — dante

dante would nervously accept as confused as they are, but they eventually warm up. they wrap around you with both arms and would probably melt into you a little bit, making it seem like this is something they've been needing for a long time. they pat your back twice before pulling away.

sinner no. 11 — sinclair

sinclair accepts nervously as well, gently holding you with both arms wrapped around you, almost a bit too gentle, like he's afraid of accidentally hurting you. i feel as if his arms wouldn't fully be wrapped around you, only halfway, he's likely too shy to fully hug you, but he's still smiling nonetheless! 10/10 experience

sinner no. 12 — outis

another sinner who declines a bunch of times before reluctantly giving in, she gives those awkward side hugs and when you tell her that's not enough she starts yapping about how she can't do that in front of her executive manager blah blah blah.. but when you two are away from everyone else? she offers a firm hug with both of her arms. the hug doesn't last long, but it's good enough for you.

sinner no. 13 — gregor

no twintail version on pixiv!

He doesn’t quite look like Sinclair. Well, he does, but not your Sinclair. He’s definitely older. Like he went through a massive growth spurt, which somehow feels like the most unbelievable part of all this. His hair is longer too. You don’t notice at first since the front looks almost the same. His clothes stand out the most. They look worn and unfamiliar, like he was pulled straight from a battlefield.

When you first met, there was something menacing about him. It’s embarrassing to admit, but his presence genuinely frightened you. The way he stood felt heavy and unyielding. His gaze wasn’t even on you, yet you could still feel the weight of it, sharp and unsettling. Then his eyes found you, and everything shifted. It was instant. His expression softened, like a switch had been flipped. He looked almost as stunned as you felt. Seeing someone from your past is no less overwhelming than meeting someone from the future. That brief moment of gentleness was enough to tell you the truth. He really was your Sinclair after all.

You reach for him without thinking. It feels like the only right thing to do. He doesn’t move right away, as if holding himself back, like someone keeping a careful distance from a flame to avoid getting burned. You step closer anyway and wrap your arms around him. His clothes smell of smoke and things best left unnamed. It hurts to realize the future he comes from hasn’t been kind to him. For a moment, his hands hover awkwardly, unsure of where to go. Then one settles on your head, gently patting it. You used to be the one always messing up his hair...

You slowly look up, finally meeting his face properly. Your eyes trace every detail, as if trying to commit them all to memory. A thin scar cuts across his left cheek. You lift your hands and gently cradle his face, your thumb brushing over the mark with care. He looks confused for a moment, then a small smile tugs at his lips. His gloved hands come up to hold yours in place, a quiet sign that he’s finally letting himself give in. He leans into your touch and presses a soft kiss to your palm, never breaking eye contact. Heat rushes to your face. You can’t help but wonder if the age gap makes him feel bolder, or if he’s truly changed this much.

You can’t help but wonder what kind of relationship you’ll have in the future. Maybe the moment he appeared here today changed everything, and you’ll never see him again. Even if he vanishes when he returns, even if his only purpose was to show up here just this once, you’re glad you could be a place of comfort for him at the end. And if nothing has changed at all, you hope that you’re still there for him when the time comes.