If you were to rate everyone on how pervy/how much of a freak they are, what would the rankings be? Do you have any HCs regarding this? I'm curious abt what you think :]
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➷ paring - Multi x Gn!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]
a/n - this is very quick and short and i'm posting this at almost 4 am when i gotta be up at 7 am because i like to ruin my sleep schedule. anyways, i know yall would love to hear about Luther being a perv, but he's a supreme gentleman and i think these guys are better fits for being pervs. doesn't mean nobody else can't be tho, just thought i write best rn with these 5 fwreaks. sorry if this is ass im sleepya. oh and also some angst is coming up if yall like that. i've written a lot more than i expected and i hope yall like that since it's just pure angst lol. any depressioners in da chat?!
1. Randal
Is this even a competition? This freak gets nose bleeds just at the thought of you. Absolute pervert, doesn't know personal space
He'll shamelessly stare and point things out, or ask you embarrassing questions like "What color underwear are you wearing today?" won't stop until he gets an answer. And when you finally do give in and respond, he'll give you a cheeky grin and demand you "prove it."
Freak meters are off the charts, his dick is superglued to your holes. Good day
2. Satoru
Obligatory because he exists thanks to Randal, so there's definitely some overlap with the... fantasies that he has
A nice guy perv, if that exists. You'd barely notice the incredibly weird undertones of him staring too long at any exposed skin or his lingering touches on your waist or hips, if not for his nice smile and friendly attitude
Maybe he's taken a few candid pictures when he's grown more attached and obsessive over you. And maybe he's jerked himself off stupid imagining things he'd love to do to you. Thats for him to know ;-)
3. Nyon
As said before, he could get off to the weirdest things as long as it has to deal with you
Good at keeping it under wraps though, so you might not notice the missingm personal items for a while
And even if you did, you probably wouldn't assume that it's Nyon taking your hairbrush and running his tongue over the bristles, or that's he's the reason your pillow cases suddenly has some... suspicious stains
Would be painfully embarrassed if you ever found out, but sometimes he gets sloppy by just stuffing a pair or two of underwear underneath his pillow. Perhaps a part of him does want you to find out, and gosh, he humps against your dirty shirt silly wondering what you'd do. Freak
4. Michael Jr.
All of the ratmen are pervs to some degree. The second they see bare skin, it’s like a switch flips. Their one shared brain cell short-circuits, and suddenly the only thing on their mind is rutting until the urge burns out
But Michael is more susceptible to it. You've seen him literally cry for a crumb of something to stick his painfully eager dick into. Hell, he'll settle for grinding against your thigh if it means he gets to feel your body against his
He has plenty of fantasies. Quite a few involving the other ratmen, but all involving you. He practically dreams of the day where you can complete them all. He'll definitely be begging you to for the time being, of course
5. Sebastian
Oh, he feels terrible to be up here with these other freaks! But he really can't help it. He doesn't really remember the last time he felt so painfully attracted to someone enough to be fantasizing like a pervert
The guilt is there every time he catches himself staring too long at you. Every time his mind wanders and he pictures himself laid out while you are bare and on top of him. How soft you're skin would feel, how pretty the noises you'd make, how tight you'd feel—
He has to snap himself out of it each time, embarrassingly excusing himself to the restroom to deal with his neediness. But there's times where you look at him with those beautiful eyes, and he wonders just how amazing it would be to just indulge
Summary: Getting sleep in the ivory household is hard with all the noise. During a restless night you try to find comfort in a certain someone. NOTE: Я тебя люблю means I love you!
The house was never truly quiet, but at least it had its quieter moments. Moments where the usual chaos faded into something softer, where only the steady chime of Luther’s old, “decorative” grandfather clock remained.
But tonight wasn’t one of those nights.
Hours of tossing and turning, annoyed groans, and the faint screeching from down the hall had left you restless. It was bad enough being trapped in this hellhole, forced to sleep on a torn beanbag, but now, you couldn’t even get a decent night’s rest.
You were used to Randal’s late-night screaming, but tonight, it was impossible to ignore. The sudden burst of cursing, followed by the unmistakable thud of something hitting the wall, probably another failed round of whatever game he was playing, jolted you fully awake.
Sighing, you rolled onto your side, pulling the blanket over your head in a weak attempt to drown out the noise. It didn’t help. The house was always too loud when you wanted silence, too quiet when you actually needed the noise.
“What the hell do I do now?”
The thought lingered, heavy with exhaustion. With another sigh, you forced yourself upright, peeling yourself off the beanbag chair and onto unsteady feet.
The old wooden floorboards groaned under your weight as you trudged forward, mindlessly drifting toward Nyon and Nyen’s shared bedroom. Randal’s shouting faded into nonsense (if it wasn’t already) as you carefully avoided the endless trinkets scattered across the dark hallways.
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After what felt like forever, your shaky hand finally reached for the worn-down doorknob, its cold metal surface pressing against your palm. Before you even registered what you were doing, you had already nudged the door open, peering cautiously into the shared bedroom.
The pungent scent of cigarette smoke and dust clung to the air, thick and suffocating. The room was an absolute mess—heaps of laundry were strewn across the floor, no doubt belonging to Nyen. You carefully stepped forward, scanning the room, your eyes landing on the bunk beds.
Nyon’s was empty.
The realization settled in slowly, a quiet, unexpected weight in your chest. The sheets were untouched, neatly folded, as if he hadn’t been there all night.
From the top bunk, a loud, obnoxious snore broke the silence.
You flinched, turning just in time to see Nyen sprawled out like he owned the place, one arm dangling lazily over the edge, face half-buried in his pillow. Another snore rattled through the air, followed by an unconscious grumble. Of course, he’d sleep through Randal’s yelling with all that snoring to cover it up.
You understood why he left immediately.
Your attention snapped back to the empty bed below. If Nyon wasn’t here… where was he?
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All you wanted was to sleep and maybe talk to the only person you felt comfortable around in this house, but life had other plans I guess.
Slowly, you navigated through the incomprehensible maze of winding hallways, past the creaking floorboards and eerie shadows that stretched along the walls. The house felt endless at night, shifting and restless. After what felt like an eternity, you finally reached the front door.
A breath of fresh air. That’s all you need right now.
The door creaked faintly as you pushed it open, stepping onto the worn, half-faded welcome mat. A soft breeze brushed against your skin, the cool night air offering a rare moment of relief. Moonlight casts long shadows across the porch, illuminating the old wooden planks beneath your feet.
Silence, at last.
You inhaled deeply, expecting the crisp scent of pine and damp earth, the way the forest always smelled at night.
Instead, all you could smell was…smoke??
The vague scent curled faintly through the air, lingering, replacing what should have been fresh and calming. You turned your head, and that’s when you saw him.
Hunched against the far end of the porch, perched on a weakened wooden bench, Nyon sat still—motionless, yet unmistakably aware of you. His usual slouched posture made him blend into the night, almost disappearing into the flickering shadows cast by the porch lights. (Note: imagine his wide-eyed ass staring at u that’s SCARYY 😭😭)
You hadn’t even noticed him at first.
But he had noticed you.
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The faint glow of his MP3 player screen reflected in his tired eyes, the dim light flickering against the deep red circles beneath them. His head was bowed slightly, gaze unreadable, but you could feel the moment his attention shifted to you.
You hesitated.
Something about him looked… uneasy. Not in the way he usually was—quiet, awkward, keeping to himself—but tense. Like he hadn’t expected to be caught.
For a second, you considered leaving. You weren’t sure if he wanted company, and you felt bad for intruding. However, before you could decide, his eyes flickered up fully, locking onto yours—wide, surprised, unsure. And then, just as quickly, he looked away.
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“I… I’m sorry. Should I… er… leave you be?” you whispered under your breath, your voice barely audible over the swift hum of the wind.
At the sound of your voice, Nyon stiffened, his shoulders rising just slightly, his grip tightening over his knees as if bracing for something. For a moment, he didn’t move, didn’t even breathe, his body tense like a startled animal caught in the open. Then, slowly, hesitantly, his fingers loosened, his posture shifting ever so slightly as if willing himself to relax.
“…No. You may stay,” he murmured, barely above a breath.
His voice was steadier than his body. Even in the dim porch light, you could see the way his hands curled and uncurled against the fabric of his jeans, the way his breath came just a little uneven like he was focusing too hard on keeping it steady. Without looking at you, he shifted to the side, making the smallest amount of space. Not quite an invitation, but not a rejection either?
You hesitated, glancing at the newly opened space beside him. Was he… letting you sit with him? Was that for you?
Before your thoughts could catch up, exhaustion won over hesitation. Your legs moved on their own, carrying you forward until the old wooden bench creaked beneath your weight. The sound cut through the stillness, sharp and splintering, and you felt him react beside you, fingers twitching nervously.
You weren’t even that close, yet you could feel him go rigid, almost like he was caught between instinct and thought, unsure whether to lean into the moment or escape it entirely. He shifted ever so slightly, barely an inch, a quiet retreat assuredly, but not far enough to push you away.
The silence stretched, and for a while, neither of you moved.
Then, after what felt like forever, he exhaled quietly, as if he had just made up his mind about something, before finally parting his lips to speak.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked, voice low, distant, like the question had been lingering in his mind long before you arrived.
He still wouldn’t look at you. His eyes stayed fixed on the cigarette butt smashed against the porch floor, his gaze unfocused, like he was staring through it instead of at it. You watched as his fingers flexed against his knee as if they needed something to hold onto but had nothing to reach for.
You opened your mouth to answer—then paused. Instead of a response, all you did was move closer.
It was only then, in the dim, flickering porch light, that you noticed his face, half-lit by the glow, held the faintest trace of color. The tips of his ears, the curve of his cheekbone, just barely tinged pink.
He was blushing.
And you moved even closer.
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The space between you shrank, just enough that you could feel the faint tremor in his body, and hear the glitchy, muffled music spilling from his earbuds. The closer you got, the more you noticed—the way his hands started shaking aggressively against his lap, the uneven rise and fall of his chest as if he was trying too hard to keep his breathing steady.
Frankly, it was getting awkward.
What were you supposed to do? Say something? Pretend you didn’t notice how nervous he was.
You hesitated before finally breaking the silence.
“…I can leave if you want. No hard feelings,” you murmured, voice softer than you intended.
For a moment, nothing. No response, just the quiet hum of the night and the flickering porch light casting unsteady shadows over his face.
You took that as a yes.
Just as you started to push yourself up, a hand shot out, grabbing yours. Not rough. Not forceful. But desperately, softly.
His fingers curled lightly around yours, hesitant, uncertain, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch you but couldn’t let you go, either.
“…Please stay out here with me.”
His voice was barely above a whisper, unsteady in a way that tightened your chest. You sat back down, closer this time, your hands still entwined together. After a few more moments of silence, he spoke up.
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“Would.. you like to… listen with me?”
Nyon’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. His fingers fumbled slightly with the MP3 player before he finally glanced at you, his soft red-rimmed eyes meeting yours for only a second before flickering away.
Even in the dim light, you could see the heat rising to his cheeks.
You smiled, tilting your head. “You didn’t have to ask, dummy.”
His breath hitched slightly, but he still reached out, pressing an earbud into your palm. His fingertips brushed against yours for barely a second before he pulled away, gripping the cord so tightly it might’ve popped.
The sound quality was terrible. Extremely. It was horrendous. Static-filled and distorted, the lyrics are barely recognizable. You had no idea what the song was, but honestly? You didn’t care.
The warmth of his shoulder was more distracting. You glanced at him again. He was staring straight ahead, unmoving, his face still flushed.
God, he was cute.
Maybe it was the way his lips parted slightly like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. Maybe it was how he kept stealing tiny glances at you when he thought you weren’t looking.
You smirked. You were too tired to think over what you were even saying at this point.
“You know…” you murmured, voice low, teasing, “You’re kind of cute when you get all nervous like this.”
His breath caught in his throat.
His fingers twitched, and before he could stop himself, his arm moved, slow, hesitant, but this time, with purpose.
You felt the weight of it settle around your shoulders, his touch gentle but firm, like he was still expecting you to pull away.
But you didn’t.
Instead, you leaned into him, your head lightly resting against his shoulder. His breath came slower now, steadier, though you swore you could still feel his heart racing beneath his skin.
For a moment, he stayed quiet. Then, barely above a whisper—so soft you almost missed it—
“…You’re the cute one.”
The warmth of his arm tightened around you, holding you just a little closer.
And under the quiet hum of static and song, the night faded into something softer.
You gazed up at the moonlit sky, exhaling deeply, grateful that through all this chaos, you had something—no, someone—who could give you the quiet you needed. The soft silver glow bathed the world in light, illuminating the stillness, and when you turned your head, you saw it—the same glow catching the edges of Nyon’s face, highlighting the warmth in his quiet, lingering stare.
And for a while, you looked back down into the endless abyss of the night sky. The stars above twinkled like scattered dust, flickering in ways that felt almost familiar. They were cold, like shattered glass, but soft—soft like a whisper against skin.
A sky full of stars.
And he was looking at you.
A quiet warmth bloomed in your chest, one you couldn’t name, one you didn’t have to. You shifted closer, pressing yourself into the crook of his neck.
You felt his entire body tense, his breath catching in his throat, but he didn’t move away. He just sat there, stiff and warm and unsure, like he didn’t know what to do with himself. But you did.
He was soft. He was comforting. And he was the first thing in this house that had ever made you feel at peace. You turned your head slightly, eyes tracing over his face—the sharp angles, the way his lips parted slightly, the nervous flicker in his gaze as he refused to look at you.
His breath was uneven. His fingers twitched at his side, flexing and clenching like he didn’t know what to do with them.
“…Nyon.”
At the sound of his name, he stilled. Completely.
Slowly, you leaned in—closer, closer, so close your noses almost brushed.
That got his attention.
His wide, red-ringed eyes finally darted to yours, pupils slightly enlarged, his face burning like a fever beneath the soft glow of the porch light.
You swore he wasn’t even breathing.
God, he looked so cute like this. Frozen, wide-eyed, lips barely parted, as if he wanted to say something—beg for something—but couldn’t.
You smiled. You leaned in closer and closer till your lips were mere centimeters away from each other. You could feel his grip on your hand tighten as he pulled you closer to him, almost as if he’d lose you if he didn’t.
And then you kissed him.
It was quick, barely even a second, a soft press of lips that left him completely wrecked.
You pulled back just enough to see his face—his breath shaky, his face blushed a bright red, and his body practically trembling.
For a long moment, he just stared at you, eyes looking at you with such an adoration before slowly pulling you back into a kiss.
You chuckled, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck like nothing happened.
“You’re cute.”
He made some kind of strangled sound in response, but you were already drifting off, letting the warmth of him pull you under.
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Sleep was already pulling at you, dragging you down into its quiet embrace. You barely heard it when he whispered, voice low and uncertain—
“Are you… awake?”
You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. You were already half-drifting, the sound of his unsteady breath mixing with the quiet crackle of music.
His arm tightened around you, his grip firmer, protective.
For a long moment, nothing.
Then, as soft as the moonlight, he murmured into the stillness—
You are a strange, tall creature, the only things that change about you are your height, Long nails like knives, just like hands, your eyes (referring to your pupils, which are dilated) and a permanent, macabre smile. That's all!
Warning; This may or not contain bad/misspellings, bit suggestive In Nyon's part. MDNI.
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You are Luther's old friend. The first time he met you, he didn't even flinch, you were so quiet and always had a 'gentle' smile on your face. You met simply in the park enjoying the view and at first he mistook you for a tree, you were taller than him. He managed to let out just a..
"oh♡".
You guys start talking about the beautiful day. Your soft whispers only made him feel more relaxed, almost drowsy (And that's so strange, he's trying to stay as awake as possible since he thinks it's rude to fall asleep in the middle of a conversation) Your hand sometimes rests on his shoulder just to have his attention momentarily almost invading his chest..oh well. Even so, his attention was on you and clearly yours on him. Your dilated eyes only made him lose himself in them.
...
Pretty.
So, you will visit him tonight. After so much time.
All you had to do was walk through the quiet forest, gently and quietly. But even the moon wasn't there to keep you company, yet you didn't feel loneliness, but rather a lightness of excitement at wanting to see your friend.
You stood in front of the door for a few moments to finally see...mm?
Nyen🥩
Nyen, the first time he saw you, couldn't help but freeze. he was analyzing what was in front of him. Something humanoid, smiling, even worse, you looking so deeply into his eyes. You were a bit hunched over since it was obvious you didn't fit.
"What a beautiful night, isn't it, kitten?".
Your voice was as low as the breeze that surrounded you, and Nyen couldn't help but sweat a little. For your part, you were just looking at a rather shy cat-man. Oh, poor thing, he his terrified of new people?
Thinking that, you just let out a small coo to him, saying "don't worry." To move inside, Nyen's body reacted, of course, a creature was entering his territory and was going to attack with its claws until he heard his master's steps.
Luther only watched you for a few moments before walking towards you. Nyen couldn't understand anything but remained alert. Meanwhile, you simply moved your claws towards your friend and placed them on his cheek being careful not to tear off part of his face with your claws, therefore the touch was almost ghostly.
"I only came to visit".
Luther finally spoke, little papers appearing in his eyes expressing how happy he was.
"What a surprise, it's been a while".
And Nyen could only swallow everything that was happening without warning, but now he recognized that smell, the smell with which his master sometimes came home a while ago.
"It was you".
Nyen managed to murmur something you didn't let slide, because your eyes, those damn eyes, went towards him, You let out a small laugh. To look at Luther once more.
"Your kitten is adorable".
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ෆ After a while, Nyen gets used to you. Your smell, the way you speak, and how calm you really are.
ෆ But he's still not letting his guard down, even though he might be in the same room as you. He feels small (He hates it) you're quite intimidating.
ෆ He couldn't help but feel goosebumps, even though he was the leader of the territory, he realized it was obvious they were from different backgrounds, different worlds.
ෆ You could grab him by the neck without much strength. And just..snap.
ෆ But all you do is giggle quietly, something his master seems to quite enjoy. You're just laughing at him. He feels judged in some way, angry. And he starts doing something strange.
ෆ He wants to prove to you that he can, that he can intimidate you if he wants. That he's useful in this house, that he's the one who runs the things.
ෆ But when he manages to kill a damn rat, you just watch, while Luther congratulates him. It feels good. Sure, Luther gave him what he wanted, but you just observe.
ෆ Your head almost touching the ceiling of the big house, only to give that same stupid little laugh as always and continue with what you were doing with Luther.
ෆ WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU.
ෆ YOU LAUGH AS IF HE WERE A SIMPLY STUPID CHILD. AS IF WHAT HE JUST DID WAS NOTHING, A FOOL.
ෆ It doesn't matter...why does it bother him so much? please, He doesn't care about you.
ෆ When your visit for the week is over, only Nyen can feel your hand on his head giving little pats. He feels pathetic...that wasn't an award, it was a "Be better or else.." for him.
ෆ You leave a bitter taste in his mouth.
Nyon🪽
Nyon clearly had a quieter reaction, sweaty and confused. His heart was pounding. Meanwhile, Nyen just gave him a mocking smile while standing with his arms crossed. Of course, the bastard is mocking him because unlike him, he was used to you.
But you're quite affectionate with Nyon, and he's shy too, right? This one looks so tame compared to Nyen, so carefully scratch the underside of his chin with one of your claws. While you calmly give him small compliments.
"You're so cute".
"I'm so sure that your master loves you so much".
"Hmm, you're just a little angel, aren't you?".
He's on your knees, taking everything from you. At first he was a little embarrassed, but then you're just sitting next to his master, while he's on your lap, slowly his brain melts. And it becomes a small habit while Nyen just glared at him or spat out some low insult. 'How pathetic' he blurred out.
But this time, he was trying to hide it, even though he knew you could hear him very well.
ෆ When you come to visit, he can't help but 'discreetly' stay in a place close to your sight so that you can catch him in your claws.
ෆ Don't worry, you can run your claws carelessly along his back! Go for it! ...He can handle it, of course he can.
ෆ He somehow likes that you're tall and if you accidentally step on him, it's like with Luther--he likes the pain. But instead of telling you doing it again, he'll just stay still with a blush. Trying not to seem so needy.
ෆ You intimidate him sometimes. But he knows you don't do it for the sake of it, you literally have that macabre smile and those eyes that would make any human scream in horror. But... you're quite charming.
ෆ And I think that later on he'll like it, that when he sees something similar to your smile or eyes he'll remember you. Your voice and height...everything.
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Nana🥩
"Oh?"
You let go gently when you saw Nana. Luther said he had another pet. A snake, a big one. Your hands went to your knees to see her better as she looked at you so naturally. She seemed pleased, proud. But something she didn't expect was that you would lift her up. You casually placed it over your shoulders, which made her blink.
"You're so pretty, what's your name again?".
She moved her eyes from the ground to you, for the first time, someone had made her feel so light.
"Oh my".
Sometimes you stroke her while she rests on your shoulders by this point she seemed like an another part of you. You two look good together, honestly you'd look like the typical villain along with his pet who's also evil.
You always give her food, meat. But not too much, we don't want any trouble with Luther. When Luther saw you with Nana on your shoulders, he could only roll his paper eyes, showing that he was glad you had met his other pet.
"I see you've already met Nana".
"Oh Luther, you have such adorable pets".
You said while Nana looked delighted with a satisfied smile. One of your claws went under her chin and she just smiled in a long way, letting out a small sound characteristic of snakes.
You just sat down with Luther at the table to have tea while this was happening.
ෆ Nana tends to fall asleep on your shoulders, you are warm.
ෆ Every time you compliment her, her ego and pride rise.
ෆ Nana, like Luther, found your dilated eyes and macabre smile not bad in fact, they attracted her. She knew you weren't a danger (not to them at least). She could feel it.
ෆ If you two cross paths in the big house, you can be sure she'll be crawling all over you.
ෆ she will be on you until you leave.
I think it's very obvious that she likes you a lot.
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Robert🪽
Robert, the rat leader, when he saw you, couldn't help but want to run, That's normal but who are you? His body almost froze at your mere gaze and then there was the dead silence.
He stayed in his nest, while the others looked on confused and without avoiding it, he transferred an image of you to all the ratmens.
Dilated eyes, a huge smile, a tall humanoid creature with claws. And a slight movement of your eyes, squinting. Each one had their own reactions, fear, nervousness. Or simply not knowing what to do about the new threat.
But it was clear they had to investigate you.
He silently emerged from his hole to begin searching for you. After a few moments, he found you in the kitchen. Alone. He suppose the others were on the sofa because he could hear the television on.
Seeing you up close once more, oh my god. You were gigantic. You really were, he wasn't seeing things, it wasn't because of the terror of the moment. But he noticed something else the table. He see..this time you were cooking. he saw the table beautifully set and couldn't help himself...maybe you wouldn't notice.
Spoiler alert, you did it.
Without further ado, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and stood still. Even his other eye opened. You just watched him with narrowed eyes. But it wasn't because of irritation. Your dilated eyes met his. And you came to a conclusion.
"Adorable".
What? He was going to defend himself but you let go of him, gently setting him down on the ground.
Without much thought, without much importance, you gave him a piece of what you cooked. To gently and carefully place your index finger along with your claw on his cheek, you lowered yourself to his level to say.
"Go, sweetheart".
Don't tell him twice.
What was that? A show of mercy? Luckily everyone ate that night talking about your presence.
"Is really that big?"
Tree said, nervous about what his leader Robert had said and then Michael Jr. asked why? Why do you let him live and give food? Four just remained silent, thinking.
In the end, Robert said he was going to investigate a little more.
But what a surprise when he didn't see you anywhere in the house for a while. you were probably just that visitor. That visitor the Ratmens and he had been hearing so much about lately. The one Nyen complains about, the one Luther sighs about with nostalgia and Nyon who has been...more meek lately.
He sighed to himself, guessing he'd have to wait to investigate, for now everything was normal.
Until you finally return, calmly. Silently. Even so Robert you have always been watching. Either way, he needs you alone, there will be another chance and when it comes, all his doubts should disappear.
In the end, you just watched, relaxed without saying a word, while he stood beside you hiding a knife just in case, nothing happened. Your gaze and your hand went towards the refrigerator to give him a considerably large cheese but to you it was only a small piece.
"I don't think you're allergic to cheese, are you?".
Your soft voice echoed in his ears again, your hand went to his head to give harmless pats.
"You're adorable".
And then you just went on with your own thing. As if nothing had happened. He remained silent, still by your side. You said he was adorable? That's strange, he didn't always get compliments.
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Maybe you're not so bad.
ෆ When you're in the kitchen, He always stay by your side or he just starts eating food as if he pays the house bills.
ෆ He sits down at the table with a beer and proceeds to ask you a short series of harmless questions. being careful, who knows if you could impale him with one of your claws If you feel offended.
ෆ he'll start telling others that you're a safe zone, that they can come with you too. But that they should be careful because you're not always there.
ෆ Robert respects you a lot, because he feels that at any moment you could take him and break him in two just because you can and besides, you've never disrespected him, so why would he disrespect you?
ෆ he likes to hear you talk, the caresses, your claws passing over his cheek, he has mixed emotions about that.
"Good night, sweetheart".
You said goodbye to turn off the kitchen light and then he just lay there in the kitchen chair, trying to remember everything that had happened. These moments felt good to him...maybe, he should talk about the idea about going with you, along with the other Ratmens, Clearly.
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Note: Some Ranfren's fanfics in this place really inspired me to do this!🪽 It was fun to make!
