#ranfren x reader

NYON

• noticed pretty quickly the third time you dyed your hair

• always gets scared when seeing you dye your hair different because he always thinks it’s a new person

• every time he sees your hair color he thinks of a certain fruit or something

“why are you holding up a strawber— it’s my hair isnt it..”

nod nod

• hes so proud of it, it’s so cute

• likes watching the process of the dye

• you’ll be sitting there bleaching your hair and all of a sudden

• boom. lean figure just watching and soaking in the steps

• would like to match hair colors but he would want YOU to do HIS hair color

• dunno if luther would like it

• (not true just scared of nyens opinion)

• once dyed your hair a light blue for a few days and he didn’t notice until the 3rd day

• he genuinely forgot his OWN hair was blue

(╥﹏╥)

“nyon you notice anything?”

stare

“uhm..?” gestures to hair

literally still staring

“we’re matching hair colors dingus!”

• you see his face change a slight bit

• still the same stare just like

• “wow! :0”

NYEN

• oh BOY

• hes a bully

• like the fruit thing with nyon but so much meaner

• you have to give it to him , hes creative

• dyed your hair green for a while and..

“hey grinch!”

“what the fuck??”

• called you jello.

• so sad because the nicknames he calls you , you know he means you

• just have to accept it at this point

• but he enjoys watching you dye your hair

• won’t tell you that but still

• the kind to mess it up , add gorilla glue to the bleach or something

• would want to match hair colors

• but hes like nyon and wants YOU to dye your hair HIS color

• not in the sweet way because he’s scared

• no, hes just better and it’ll look good because it’s HIS

• big ass ego and big ass arms

• tugs your hair to see each strand

• or just tugs it for no exact reason

“stop pulling my hair!”

“Never even thought of touching it stupid”

“I just saw you-?!”

LUTHER

• supportive

• doesn’t like how messy it is but it always ends up good!

• prefers the calm colors

• or just your natural hair colors but he still thinks of you gorgeous

• always try’s to guess your inspiration

• like

“were you going for my rainbow socks?”

“what?”

“my new fluffy limited edition rainbow socks”

“uh yea!”

• you weren’t

• you just wanted rainbow hair thats it

• doesn’t offer to help but DOES offer to clean up

• When you first dyed your hair he had a fit and panic attack

• why?

• the newspaper said it caused cancer and scoliosis

• you knew damn well.. ( ;´ - `;)

• assured him it was fake and you wouldn’t end up looking like a bald eagle nor a dead one at that

• brushes your hair and LOVES how it looks so much better and just glows

• likes neon colors also because he can point you out better

• likes when you style your hair with multiple colors

• as said as the rainbow socks..

“you should change your hair to orange!”

“oh , ok i can look into that! why?”

“see my special underwear i wear—“

• you never did

RANDAL

• O M G

• sees your dyed hair and becomes obsessed

“did you use magic to do that?!”

“no , unless walmart is a palace then 100%”

• always try’s to get a strand of your hair to see if you’re a alien or something

• never believes you when you say “this isnt my natural hair randal”

• go all OUT to find the truth

• until he does..

• now he set his mission to find out your natural hair colors

• but you always do it so quickly and unexpectedly

“AHA-“

you sleeping with a entirely new hair color

“sneaky are ya..”

• sniffs it to see if it’s scented

“did you use strawberry jam to dye your hair?”

“no. no i didn’t randal”

“mm..sure smells like it”

• it’s bleach??

• would want you to dye his hair like a strand or full head

The thinly padded coffin wasn't the best place to sleep. It didn't make it any better that your captor, better known as Randal, had you in a vice grip- his arms tight around your ribcage like you were a stuffed bear. You had been attempting to wiggle out of his hold for at least half an hour, trying to loosen his grasp on you just by an inch so you could breathe properly; but alas, he never let up.

You had completely given up, sighing in defeat as you tried to fall back to sleep.. that's when you heard the nauseating cackle behind you, what could only be described as the distorted laugh of a poorly voice-acted anime boy from the 90s.

“Giving up so soon? I was having fun”

Randal's voice boomed behind you, his breath hot against your ear as you groaned in annoyance, immediately trying to wiggle away once more. He was awake the entire time and felt you struggle, he just decided to be an asshole about it. Your arms went up to claw at his, desperate to get him off you while he squeezed you tighter, the air in your lungs getting pushed out.

“You're not going anywhere, you'll stay here with me alllll morning long.”

The thought of jumping off a bridge crossed your mind, but where would you even find one? In this maze of a house, you couldn't even find the front door, there was no chance of escape. You just hoped the tall man who bought you at the pet store would call him out of the room soon to give you some peace, although whatever task he would give Randal wouldn't pull him away long enough for you to fully catch your breath.

“... You're being too quiet. How boring.”

He let go of you with a huff, finally giving you the space to take a deep breath. Randal pushed open the dark coffin with a gloved hand on the lid, the fluorescent light of his room filling your vision. You hissed in discomfort as your eyes struggled to adjust, groggily sitting up as you tiredly rubbed your eyes. As your eyes finally adapted to the light you were jump scared by the orange-haired boy right in front of you, a large toothy grin on his face,

“Ah- my pet is fully awake! How great, the day can finally begin!”

He said before excitedly pulling you up by your hair, not because he meant to cause harm, simply because he had no idea how to handle humans properly. He dragged you along by your hair, gloved fingers tugging at your poor scalp until you reached the kitchen where you saw three familiar figures. The strange man who bought you from the pet store, Luther, and his two…catmen..Nyen and Nyon. You weren't entirely sure what a catman was, but the way Nyen stared at you made you fear them both, even though Nyon had yet to threaten you the way Nyen did.

“Good morning..”

You managed out quietly, purely out of fear of seeming rude. You were going to turn to Randal to beg for some form of breakfast when you realized he was already halfway across the kitchen rummaging through the fridge recklessly. You duck as a jar is thrown your way, watching as it hits the wall and shatters, whatever strange liquid was in it coating the walls and floor. 

“HEYYY! You were supposed to catch that. Hmph..guess you don't want breakfast after all… humans truly are picky eaters”

Randal muttered the last part to himself while pushing the fridge door shut, shoving his hands into his pockets after and approaching you with a devilish grin,

“Since you're not hungry, how about we go out to the woods instead? I know a goood spot.”

He chuckled, already reaching to grab your hair once more. To save yourself the pain, and possible hair loss, you backed up- putting your hands in front of you defensively and finally spoke, breaking the streak of silence you had towards him,

“N-no you don't have to grab me- I'll walk right behind you”

Randal smiled at your nervousness, somewhat proud that he had instilled such fear in you. He turned on his heels and began to walk, going through a few rooms before ending up at the front door. You were astonished how easy he made it seem, hoping to God you remembered the path he went through for your next escape plan. He opened the door, letting the dry, cold, Canadian wind hit your face.

You immediately winced, hugging yourself tightly as you stepped out behind him, the cold seemingly not affecting him as much as it did you. 

“Don't you think it's too cold to go outside?”

He looked at you confused, slightly annoyed at your behavior before it finally clicked for him. His hands reached up to the top button of his uniform jacket and undid it, clumsily undoing all the buttons before taking the jacket off and tossing it onto you. The sight of him only in the white button-up was strange considering in the weeks you spent in the Ivory household you had yet to see him with it off.

“Thanks..”

The shock of his new outfit didn't last long as you gratefully took the jacket, putting it on yourself and buttoning it up to ensure maximum warmth. Once you were all bundled up you nodded awkwardly to signal you're ready. Randal seemed appeased by the view of you in his jacket, a rather cartoonish blush spreading across his pale cheeks,

“My pet is wearing my jacket.. I can already tell today is going to be good”

Randal said to himself under his breath, turning on his heels and walking towards the forest, snow crunching beneath his feet. You followed soon after, staying close by, weary of being separated from him in such conditions. The thought of escaping crossed your mind again, but you doubt you'd get far.. for now it was best to follow him and learn the land.

The two of you walked endlessly it seemed, Randal never halting to assess where he was or questioning his directions. He was disturbingly familiar with the woods and didn't take any breaks. Your legs felt heavy with exertion, struggling to keep up with Randal's pace but too proud to ask for a break. Finally, Randal stopped. You looked ahead and saw a shabby, seemingly abandoned, clubhouse decorated nonsensically with doll parts and various other childish things.

“What is this place?”

You scoff out, obviously not amused that you walked so far for something as underwhelming as that. Randal looked back at you, hands roughly cupping your face and forcing you to look at him,

“My perfect little play place. Let's play house, shall we? I'll be the dad and you can be… the dog! No wait.. my wife.. yes that'll do.”

He said, that same distorted laugh you heard earlier in the morning ringing through your ears. He took your hand and led you to the clubhouse, tugging you into the musty, rotting building. The wood of the clubhouse was weathered greatly, along with all the plastic play appliances in it- a children's fake oven and kitchen set in one corner, across from it a dining room set and a small cot.

Randal pushed you towards the kitchen end of the house, stepping back towards the door again,

“You can be a housewife and I'll be the husband coming home from work. I expect dinner and a kiss as soon as I get home.”

He proclaimed before shutting the clubhouse door so harshly the entire place shook. 

“What!? Wait-”

You stood there, dumbfounded as you heard his footsteps going away from the house. You immediately started fearing the worst- that he'd leave you here all night long for the sake of the game. You searched around the decrepit play place, eyes landing on a bin full of fake plastic food. While you weren't sure of what Randal was planning, you knew better than to not play along.

“Stupid.. this is so stupid!”

You grabbed the bin and a broken plastic plate you found, set it down on the small children's sized table, arranging food on the plate as if your life depended on it while feeling incredibly foolish. You were just about done making your faux food spread when you heard footsteps approaching again, knowing it was Randal.

With a big swing of the door, he entered the tiny house, his smile as unnerving as ever,

“Honey, I'm home!”

He cooed, making his way over to you- his eyes quickly glanced over at the plastic food, obviously pleased that you followed his demands. He had you cornered, your back pressed up against the toy stove as he stood in front of you, one hand gripping your face- squishing your cheeks as he looked down at you,

“How sweet, you made all that for me. You're such a perfect wife.”

He said proudly before his lips crashed against yours in a bruising kiss, his other hand holding your hip against the stove, his fingertips digging into your soft flesh. It was obvious he had never kissed anyone by the amount of force he used, you were sure the kiss would leave a mark. By the pleased expression he had at the end of the kiss, it was clear as day.

• SEPARATE begging of the sex lmao •

- Luther -

- ego stroker 9000. Begging is exactly how you should be even if he won't ask or demand you to.

- It's just one of the few things that genuinely riles him up okay? Like yeah things excite him but theres a difference between interesting, exciting, and absolutely arousing.

- "what's that, dear? Speak up now, use your words for me..." to "hmm, thats it. Thats what I thought... Now, what kind of lover would I be to ignore such cute pleas?~"

- Pummeling your pussy and playing with your clit dear lORD he wont even breaking a sweat.

- Nyen -

- He's used to you begging- probably definitely made you beg for him to touch you in the first place. So when you keep going on and on...

- "haa? What? Is this not enough for your filthy little pussy?" Jesus "Fuckin' hell... Louder, then, Louder!"

- honey your ass is gonna be RED

- and your tits

- and your face if youre into that

- But he provides, dont you worry :)

- after sex his head is all groggy and hes just like "....did I spit on you during that?" MAYYYBEEEE look he just gets REALLY into it.

- Nyon -

- Nyon is... often a lazy lover. In the best way of course. He just is either a service bottom or he likes having his dick rode. So when you're on top and you start begging and begging and begging...

- his brain is MUSH.

- "hhhn,, m-more...?" Barely can keep his head up right to look you in your eyes, processing your begging disasteriously slowly.

🥧 ~ he likes the song “that’s amore”

🥧 ~ owns a gramophone

🥧 ~ hosts group crochet, bingo and game nights with the family - usually ends up in a disaster

🥧 ~ has books and information from the 1940s on etiquette like setting the table, basic hygiene routine, and health diets from way back when

🥧 ~ has antique store shopping days where he enjoys bringing his brother - he finds antiques and his brother finds dolls

🥧 ~ if everything was specifically present, he would probably have those big red-light treatment things and would sit in front of one every morning, soaking in the red light - would claim it helps him “sleep better and be more mindful through the day”

🥧 ~ has a dr seuss book collection

🥧 ~ DEFINITELY owns that one water bottle that has timestamps to drink at that say “good morning!” “keep going!” “almost there!”

🥧 ~ he can do cool card tricks while staring really deep into your soul - same with shuffling, he doesn’t need to look at the cards