# 𝑻𝑰𝑵𝒀.
reverse isekai. except their size is notably under average.
𓈀 pairing. limbus company!sinners x gn!reader
𓈀 cw && tw. ooc
⌈⌕⌋ . . . liked this so much i ended up reup it
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.
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