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Gang I’m SO sorry for the reupload I didn’t realize the first one I posted had a black screen of doom for 10 seconds at the end ;-;

daydreamingoveracupofcoffee

hiii how are you?? is it okay if i requests how would yandere disney villains to their darling kissing them softly? like softly, tenderly kissing them (you decide if its out of pity or if darling just loves to kiss to greet on the cheek and they turn so its a kiss on the lips) ANYWAYS THANK YOU I LOVE YOUR WORKSSS

Ahhhh, thank you very much! I'm good, I hope you are too! ♡(´｡•ㅅ•｡`)

Captain James Hook

- The second your lips brush his, Hook freezes. His eyes go wide, the perpetual smirk wiped clean off his face. For one heartbeat he looks almost… boyish. Vulnerable. Then the madness crashes in.

- His hook shoots up to cradle the back of your head, cold metal pressing just hard enough against your scalp to remind you it could slice if he wished.

- With his good hand he seizes your chin, forcing you to hold the kiss longer than you intended—slowly, deliberately deepening it until you’re breathless.

- When he finally pulls away, his voice is a low, trembling growl: “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done, darling? You’ve signed your soul away with that little gesture.”

- He’ll laugh, but it’s manic, wet with obsession. “No one else will ever feel these lips again. Not any man, not my crew, not even the wind. I’ll cut the mouth off anyone who tries.”

- From that moment on he keeps you in his cabin at all times, humming sea shanties while polishing his hook and watching you like you’re the new treasure he’ll sink entire fleets to protect.

Gaston

- Gaston’s brain short-circuits the instant your soft kiss lands. His massive chest stops mid-heave. You can actually hear the record-scratch in his mind: “She is kissing ME… voluntarily?”

- He grabs you by the waist with both hands and lifts you clean off the ground so fast the world spins, slamming you gently-but-firmly against the nearest wall, caging you there with his body.

“Again,” he demands, voice rough, eyes wild. “Do it again. Now.”

- When you hesitate, he leans in until his forehead touches yours, practically shaking with restraint. “You don’t get it yet, do you? That wasn’t just a kiss. That was you choosing me. Forever. No take-backs.”

- He kisses you back—hard, hungry, claiming—then peppers softer, frantic ones all over your face like he’s trying to memorize the taste before someone steals you.

- From then on he’s unbearable: bragging to the entire village that you kissed him first, carrying you over his shoulder everywhere, growling at anyone who looks at you for more than a second. “Mine. She’s mine.”

Jafar

- Jafar’s reaction is chillingly quiet at first. Your soft kiss lands on his lips and he doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe. Only his eyes widen a fraction. Then a slow, dangerous smile curls across his face.

- He cups your cheek with one gloved hand, thumb stroking your lips, as if checking the kiss actually happened. His voice drops to a velvet whisper.

“My dear… you’ve just sealed your fate more securely than any chain I could conjure.”

- With a lazy flick of his staff, the doors to the throne room slam shut and lock with golden magic. The torches dim to blood-red.

- He kisses you back slow, hypnotic, drawing it out until your knees buckle. When he releases you, he keeps a hand collared loosely around your throat, just enough pressure to remind you who holds the power.

- “Such a sweet, foolish little lamb,” he murmurs against your ear. “Did you truly think a single kiss would satisfy me? No… I will savor you for centuries.”

- He never lets you leave the palace again. You become his most prized possession—draped in silk and gold, seated at his feet on the throne, a living trophy that only he is allowed to touch. Anyone who even speaks your name without permission finds themselves transformed into something small, silent, and very breakable.

Scar

- Scar’s golden eyes snap open the instant your lips touch his. For a single heartbeat he is utterly still—like a predator that can’t believe the prey just walked up and nuzzled him.

- Then his paw is on the back of your neck, claws pricking just enough to warn you not to pull away.

- He drags the kiss out, slow and deliberate, tasting you with a low, rumbling purr that vibrates through his chest into yours. When he finally releases you, his tongue flicks across his fangs as if chasing the flavor.

“Well, well,” he drawls, voice dripping with dark honey. “It seems the little creature has decided to worship its king.”

- He circles you once, tail curling possessively around your leg. “You just crowned me your god.”

- Hyenas that so much as sniff in your direction vanish overnight. Scar lounges on Pride Rock with you curled against his side, lazily licking your shoulder in front of the entire kingdom to remind everyone exactly who you belong to now.

- Try to leave? He’ll simply pin you beneath one massive paw and whisper, “Run again, and I’ll break your pretty legs so you never stray from my sight. I’m keeping you forever, little one.”

Governor Ratcliffe

- Ratcliffe is mid-monologue about gold and glory when your soft kiss lands. His words die.

- His gloved hands seize your face—almost bruisingly tight—and he stares at you like you’re a chest of treasure that just opened itself.

- He kisses you back ferociously, teeth clashing, one hand fisted in your hair to angle you exactly how he wants. When he pulls away he’s breathing hard, eyes fever-bright.

“You’ve just become more valuable than every nugget in Virginia.”

- Within hours he has you moved into his lavish tent, dressed in silks and jewels he plundered specifically for you. Armed guards stand outside at all times.

- He starts calling you “my most precious colony.” Every night he makes you sit on his lap while he strokes your hair and murmurs plans of sailing back to England—so he can parade you before the court as proof of his triumph. Anyone who questions it gets accused of treason and disappears into the wilderness.

- You are no longer a person. You are his ultimate conquest.

Judge Claude Frollo

- Frollo’s reaction is pure religious hysteria wrapped in ice.

- Your gentle kiss lands, and something inside him shatters like stained glass.

- He jerks away as if burned, eyes wide with terror and rapture. “Witch,” he hisses, but his voice cracks. “You dare tempt a man of God?”

- Then he lunges. One iron hand clamps around your throat—not choking, just holding you still—while the other cradles your face with shaking reverence. He kisses you like he’s trying to suck the sin straight out of your soul: desperate, devouring, praying under his breath between each press of lips.

- When he finally tears himself away, both of you trembling. “The Lord sent you to test me,” he whispers, “and I have failed.”

- That night he drags you before a blazing fireplace in his palace of justice. He forces you to kneel while he recites Latin prayers of purification… then immediately pulls you into his lap and kisses you again, moaning about salvation and damnation.

- From then on you are locked in his private chambers—dressed in white like a sacrificial bride. He alternates between flagellating himself for desiring you and worshipping your body like it’s a holy relic only he is worthy to touch.

- “No one else will ever lay eyes on you,” he vows, pressing a rosary into your hand hard enough to bruise.

“You are will either save me or consume me… and I will burn the world before I let another soul steal you.”

Hades

- The Underworld is literally shaking when your lips brush his.

- Hades freezes mid-rant, blue flames flaring white-hot for a split second. Then they die down to a low, trembling flicker, the color of a dying star.

- He cups your face with both hands (careful, so careful, like you’re made of smoke that might vanish). His voice comes out cracked and reverent.

“You… you just kissed the God of the Dead, babe?”

- He yanks you flush against him, flames erupting into a roaring inferno that turns the throne room lava-red. He kisses you back like he’s trying to burn his name into your soul (tongue, teeth, smoke pouring into your lungs).

- When he finally lets you breathe, his grin is unhinged, eyes glowing manic. “Congratulations, sweetheart. You just proposed. In front of every soul in my domain. Ceremony’s tomorrow. Or right now. Time’s meaningless here anyway.”

- Pain and Panic are immediately reassigned as your 24/7 bodyguards (if they fail, they become permanent throw rugs). The River Styx is rerouted to flow around your new obsidian palace suite. Anyone who ever wronged you in life gets dragged in front of Hades so he can personally flambé them while you watch from his lap.

Shan Yu

- The kiss lands in the middle of a war council. Silence falls like an axe.

- Shan Yu doesn’t blink. He simply reaches out, seizes you by the throat with one gloved hand, and lifts you until your feet dangle. His golden eyes bore into yours, searching for fear. Finding none, something ancient and predatory awakens.

- A low, guttural laugh rumbles out of him.

“Bold little falcon.”

- He slams you onto the strategy table and kisses you back with the force of a battering ram, tasting blood where his teeth catch your lip. When he pulls away his grin is all wolf. “You just declared yourself my mate in front of my generals. In my culture, that claim is sealed in blood and fire.”

- That night the entire army watches as he brands a small falcon symbol high on your shoulder with a heated blade—his personal mark. You don’t scream. He looks prouder than when he burned the Great Wall signal fires.

- You ride into every battle at his side now, tied to his saddle if necessary. Enemy soldiers who see the brand on your skin drop their weapons and beg for mercy—because everyone knows touching Shan Yu’s mate means a death so slow the snow forgets your name.

- He still growls “mine” against your throat every single night.

Dr. Facilier

- The second your lips touch his, Facilier goes perfectly still, top hat tilting as his head cocks. A slow, razor-sharp smile splits his face.

“Well now… looks like somebody just paid the ultimate price without readin’ the fine print.”

- Purple smoke coils around your ankles, your waist, your throat—gentle but inescapable. He reels you in until you’re chest-to-chest, fingers threading through your hair. His kiss back is slow, hypnotic, tasting of chicory and dark magic; every swipe of his tongue writes another clause of the contract on your soul.

- When he breaks it, his eyes are glowing violet. “You owe me everything now, cher. Heart, breath, future lives—signed, sealed, and delivered with that pretty little mouth.”

- Your shadow detaches from your feet that same night and follows him instead of you. His friends on the other side start calling you “the Doctor’s living talisman.” Try to run and the shadows themselves drag you back, cooing his name in a hundred stolen voices.

- He keeps you on a velvet leash of voodoo charms, dressed in deep purple silks, dancing for him alone in the back room while he shuffles his cards and laughs. Every reading now comes up the same: the same two faces, entwined forever, with a noose of hearts around them.

“You wanted to kiss the Shadow Man, darlin’,” he whispers, dealing you another losing hand. “Now you never get to stop.”

rose-l-20

GENERAL NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM HEADCANONS - Main 7 characters

SUMMARY: Just some headcanons I have always had based on the characters and the way the movie portrays them.

If you would like to request more characters, please refer to my NATM MASTERLIST for the characters, and send your request!

WARNINGS: Fluff, angst, romance, discussions of trauma, funny moments, flashbacks, mentions of loss, mentions of betrayal, mentions of homesickness, reader is mentioned a bit. My opinions! 😱

Any facts I wasn't sure of I used wiki fandom!

katzebruh

BackUp AU, Caine's new purpose

hugsohugs

ok i did it. image for people who like defending caine but also want to make it clear that they Understand that He Did Bad Things. feel free to use, no credit required. enjoy

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@forestlich LOL ok sure, evil version just for you

estchiyu

I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream

evilherehotel

@sugarfrostedblood

kaitlyn-imagines

System Messages - Part One of ?

You weren't sure what you were expecting to find on the cd when you brought it home with you. Certainally not a sentient AI hidden deep in an old computer program, quietly waiting for someone to talk to.

Caine (TADC) x modernhuman!reader Part One - Here! | Next - Warnings: My bad attempt at explaining computers, abandoned places, being watched without knowing Words: 3098

blueaxolote

Ace and his Youngling

Neglected Reader from the loving eyes of a dog.

Warning: Some description are weird because this is from a dog perspective.

Ace has retired after a bad hit to his hip. Krypto was kind enough to visit, concerned that Ace would be upset to be benched forever.

He is not upset.

He could still help.

He could be useful… he just had to figure out how.

And he needed to focus on his recovery. The lack of running and fun things to do was more mortal than his wound, and he was not strong enough to go pee on his favorite tree. It was lucky that Alpha was smart enough to put Ace on disposable sheets.

A sudden noise made him wake up. A young face looked back at him with kind eyes and a chubby face. This was his Bat’s youngling, not a puppy anymore, but not an adult either. Still, it was so nice to see her that his tail moved in happiness. He was always behind his Bat, so he didn’t interact much with her. After all, it was Alpha’s job to train the young ones.

While Alpha had been the main guardian, his Bat had taken part in raising his little birds, but it must be different with females. They must be kinder with her. Ace could smell a hint of perpetual sadness, did she miss her mother too much?

Ace couldn’t remember much of his own mother, but he would be so sad if he ever lost one of his own pack.

“You are a very good boy.” The youngling petted his fur so lovingly that Ace melted at the feeling of that noisy itch in his back dying under her nails. “A good, good boy.”

Yeah, he was the best boy.

The very best.

And just his luck, she started to come every day to praise him like the good boy he was, and she began to get the hint that she must scratch him just under his left ear first. She was a smart one; his Bat must be very proud of her.

A few weeks later he was ready to get on his own paws, but his back leg was weak, so it was decided that he must walk in a funny crystal bucket with a mobile floor under him.

It was exhausting; they didn’t even let him drink the water from his crystal bucket, but two females were kind enough to dry him after the session.

Still, he had had enough of one awkward walk surrounded by water, so he refused to follow Alpha to the metal beast.

He was not going.

He was fine.

Oh! His youngling was back from her ride in the yellow metal beast all morning! She must have had so much fun sticking her head out of the window! Why couldn’t he go in the yellow beast? It looked more fun. His youngling smelled so happy with the other females that surrounded her.

“Hi, Ace.” His tail wiggled. “Hi, good boy.”

Yes! Tell Alpha he was a good boy and that Alpha had been so rude.

“Hello, dear.” Alpha came near, but Ace was smarter and hid behind his youngling. “Your meal is waiting in the kitchen. I’m afraid Ace and I must go to his appointment, and we are quite late.”

He sent a judgmental look at Alpha. Did he tell his youngling he was a bad boy?

Ace was not. Alpha was the bad boy trying to trick him.

“His rehabilitation?” Was she doubting he was a good boy? “Can I come?”

No! He was a good boy, his youngling must know… maybe a little unruly to Alpha, but must he come to the stupid bucket? He sent a resentful look to Alpha when his youngling stopped her pets.

His ears went a little down when she walked away.

Alpha was a traitor…

A high whistle got his ears up again.

“Come, Ace, let’s go.”

Oh… oh… youngling was in the metal beast. He couldn’t run, but he walked fast and climbed, trying not to damage his back leg. His youngling was smart enough to support his upper body while he worked on climbing the leather seats.

Oh, this was so nice! She hugged him all the ride; they even napped a little, and almost after a good blink they were outside the annoying place where his crystal bucket awaited. It was not so dreadful with his youngling there; she laughed a lot when Ace faked walking while in reality he was standing at the edge, where the floor didn’t move.

He huffed, annoyed, when his youngling and an older male made him get back to the middle. But he let it slide for his youngling, she must see him being a good boy. Still, he got her back when he shook his fur and drops of water splashed her.

He didn’t like bucket days, but they were bearable with his youngling coming every time. She even got him a squeaky duck to chew and throw at her while he walked surrounded by water.

And suddenly one day they stopped going. His leg was nice and strong again, and while he couldn’t run as fast as before, he could still chase his youngling in the backyard. Ace didn’t go to the Batcave much anymore; so many stairs made his hip sore, and he didn’t like the metal cube even if it was fast. He still saw his Bat, more to sleep at his side in his quick naps or on the rare days he got a good sleep.

He loved his Bat.

But it was so nice to be petted and called all the time a good boy.

Younglings were full of happiness like that.

And Ace felt less bad about being benched forever, because while Alpha was good at raising, Ace was good at making his youngling smile. She really needed all the kindness. Someday she smelled all gloomy, so Ace shared his duck with her, and it was kind of funny how the toy smashed her face.

“Stop it, Ace.” She tried to be angry.

But he could hear the hint of amusement in her voice. Ace was the best boy, because he made her go play with him.

His youngling needed sun and a good run every day. Taking her for a walk was hard work, Ace’s work, and he was quite good at it.

And he loved his Bat.

He really did.

So it was hard to get angry at him, but…

Why didn’t he pet his youngling? She was a good girl, the best girl.

He couldn’t ignore how sad she smelled after family meals, and oh, it was even worse when there was cake in the kitchen. He liked to lick the frosting she offered him—Alpha’s food was the best—but he started to loathe cake.

Food was alright, but it was not pack, and his youngling saw Alpha’s attempt to patch her bottomless sadness with food.

They treated her like she was the runt of the litter.

Yes, she was small.

But she was young, not a runt.

Alpha, as always, knew better, but the rest of the pack must be blind if they couldn’t see how good his youngling was.

Was it because she didn’t wear the tablecloth on her back? Or slept during the day? Well, Ace had received fewer pets from the other pack members, but it was because he didn’t go to the cave anymore. And his youngling was so smart, but Ace would worry if she went down there.

She smelled like flowers and butter, not steel and blood.

She was not hard shaped like the others, but she was not the runt.

So it was the others fault if they couldn’t see how good she was.

Ace had decided… being benched forever was good, because he would protect his youngling and chase her sadness away.

This was his girl, his very good and smart girl.

natayaz

♥ Neko Atsume + Motivational Words ♥

I was feeling kinda down so I drew something to cheer myself up. I hope 2016 will be a good year for all of you :D

lawfem

THE SUN LOVES THE SEA .ᐟ

"Hiding your devil fruit from everyone is the only rule. Unless it's your crush."

Fem!reader

Characters: Monkey D. Luffy

Tags: fluff, angst, the timeline starts at Thriller Bark and contains spoilers up to Egghead, mention of Ace's death

Words count: 13k

Notes: Hi! English is not my first language, so let me know if you see any mistake, I would be very grateful <3

The sea obeyed your voice.

Its waters danced and whispered just for you, caressing your feet and soothing your pains, thrilling your soul with its gentle mirages that carried you back home. Pleased to embrace you in its waves once more. Pleased with your return.

lawfem

SINGLE DADS

❝Raising their children alone can't be that bad...❞

Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Trafalgar Law ╱ fem!reader

Tags: fluff!!! angst, humor, reader's death, teenage pregnancy, minor spoilers from Dressrosa, spoilers about Law's past, sexual harassment, pedophilia, rape

Words count: 20k

MONKEY D. LUFFY

Sudden appearances and fated intrusions. The first time you spoke to him about these concepts, he just smiled as he listened, without fully understanding.

For a boy like him, envied by those who swore they were free under established rules, ignored by those who did not know what loneliness was, and adored by those who loved happiness, your existence was a miracle.

therobotwig

'Selfie'

All shot practically using real lighting, figures and miniature sets.

delulu-julia

hey! this is my first request eveer in this app, so excuse my inexperience! If you don't mind, what are your thoughts in a shinobu-like reader with the tmnt 2012? I mean someone who specializes in poisons/chemisty, has a smaller build and is sweet on the outside, but somewhat more sinister on the inside? Take your time, and have a great day!

Tmnt 2012 x Shinobu!Reader (Demon slayer)

(gn reader)

Okay so basically this request brought me back to live and made me want to write something after a while so yeah thank you very muchhh (Also you made me realise that I want to rewatch this anime. Anyway enjoy)

Leonardo

"You’re… oddly calm for someone who could kill us all with a teaspoon."

At first, Leo is unsure whether to admire or fear you.

He’s drawn to your precision. Your movements, your speech, your choices. Everything feels intentional. That discipline commands his respect. Your kind demeanor clashes with your skill set, and it unsettles him in a way he can’t ignore

But still, your sweetness bothers him. He senses something off and it’s makes him feel aware even more.

When he learns you’re a chemist and poison expert, he mentally marks you as dangerous and then immediately scolds himself for the thought

He tries to treat you as an equal in group but is often caught watching you closely, trying to read the layers beneath your soft voice.

When you talk about toxins or deadly compounds with a serene smile, he listens intently… then asks, too quickly: “Have you ever actually used that on someone?” The way you talk about poisons while smiling so gently makes him tense

You saved his life by poisoning a Foot assassin mid-battle. He can’t stop thinking about it. He kinda owes you now, and it’s makes him nervous

Also, about saving lifes. He never actually thought of you as a real fighter… well, because you seemed to be small, soft spoken and kinda gentle. Not the set for someone who can stand for themself’s

So the second he saw you in danger, he rush to save you, not thinking much

“Stand back, we’ll handle—“

…but then you just dismantle your attackers with terrifying efficiency. You drop three ninjas in the time it takes him to blink. His ego takes a hit.

The idea of someone so delicate-looking wielding deadly knowledge fascinates and worries him. He trains harder around you, half to impress, half to remind himself he could stop you if he had to.

Later, he quietly asks you to spar, claiming it’s "…To learn your techniques" (actually he just wants to understand you more… and also kinda testing himself against you)

By the way, you beat him in a duel, flipping him onto his shell with a well-placed kick. He spends three days reworking his entire fighting style because of you

Don’t worry, after a while he’ll accept you, when he realizes he trusts you deeply. In his eyes, you’re the kind of warrior who chooses calm, rather than needing to fight for it.

But no matter how long you’ll be in their team, Leo will always watch you carefully. Not because he thinks of betrayal, but because he senses the storm behind the still water. There will be always something unspoken about you that he can’t understand, but he wants to so badly. What made you be like this?

He doesn’t always understand your colder decisions (like neutralizing enemies permanently) but he learns to appreciate your reasoning, even when it frightens him

If romance builds, it’s slow. A gesture here, a shared stare there. No unnecessary words or big actions. One time you gently adjusts his bandana and it undoes him for the whole week

If you’re ever injured, his protective instincts spike tenfold. Not because he sees you as weak, but because he knows how many masks you wears to hide your limits

You two have deep conversations about morality (once he’ll trust you enough) about control, and what it means to “protect”

Donatello

"Your knowledge of alkaloids is… breathtaking."

The second he hears you work with poisons, he launches into a ramble about toxins, neurotoxins, antidotes, hoping to impress.

When you keep up or even correct him, it stuns him. He falls in love a little right there.

You critique his formulas in front of April. His pride is bruised

Instantly obsessed. You’re the only person who understands his rants about molecular structures

Donnie is deeply curious about your work, constantly trying to pick apart how you isolate toxins or stabilize volatile substances, so expect him to be next to you all the time

"Hypothetically… would you ever consider… joint research?"

He offers you access to his lab space, a huge gesture for him. And you treat it with careful respect, always cleaning up after yourself and labeling things in perfect handwriting. You’re so gentle with him it makes him craving your attention 24/7

You sometimes tease him for being messy in his notes and not mixing some chemicals right. He teases back about your disturbingly cheerful way of describing neurotoxins.

The moment he sees your fighting, he’s quietly horrified. Torn between awe and dismay when you use a contact poison to paralyze an enemy mid-strike

"Wait, did they just… Hold on, are they actually using some tetrodotoxin on him right now?— Holy shell, that’s… Fascinating”

Calculates the physics of your moves in real-time. The numbers don’t add up—

He’ll beg you to teach him how to weaponize chemistry like you do. You give him fake formulas just to mess with him, but he’ll appreciate it so much that he won’t even notice it at first

The only thing that unsettles him is how calm you are in the face of pain. He once sees you get grazed by an enemy’s blade, you treat the wound like it’s nothing.

So yeah, of course he notices that something’s wrong under that smile. Your cheerful tone never quite reaches your eyes. It bothers him, but he can’t bring himself to ask… yet.

I mean he aware of your darker edge since the beginning, and he respects it. After all, he has his own obsessive streaks and dangerous ideas

He sometimes worries about what you’re capable of, but he trusts your intentions more than his fear.

One day, you make him a custom sedative for his migraine. It’s harmless. Kind. Useful. He keeps the empty vial like a love letter.

Sooner or later you’ll start geeking out together in his lab. Your interactions are charged with quiet admiration and late-night experiments. Your lab conversations are dangerously flirty. Soft laughter, subtle compliments masked as “scientific observations.”

Eventually, he realizes he’s falling for you, not just for your mind, but for how carefully you keep control. It’s terrifying and beautiful. Can’t tell if it’s actual crush tho. I mean, for Donnie you are perfect. You are kind, smart, gentle, incredibly dangerous but at the same time not so simple. I would say you’re more like a role model for him

In fact, he wants to solve you as much as some super difficult math problem. He is just incredibly curious about the part of you that you so desperately hide, and if you tell him even a little about your trauma or origins, he will be so, so happy. He’ll listen like it’s sacred. No judgment. Only quiet understanding and softly murmured

Raphael

At first, Raph does not trust you, not even a little. You’re too quiet. Too calm. Too clean. Something about you makes his instincts itch.

That’s why he watches you more than anyone else. You literally can catch his gaze every time you look at him. Every. Time. The more he learns about you, the more he suspects.

Don’t think he hates you tho. He admire skills, and you’ve got plenty. What unnerves him is how you hide it behind soft laughter and polite nods.

You have the strongest dynamics from all. You clash at first: sarcasm vs politeness. You, with all your pretty smile and logical responses sometimes drive him nuts.

It means you argue a lot. You never yell at him back, your answers either super polite, either super sarcastic. He notices how you never flinch at his temper. In fact, you laugh, never taking his anger seriously, making him feel dumb.

But don’t worry, after a few sharp-edged missions together, a begrudging respect forms. It doesn’t mean that he trust you, but now he gives you opportunity to speak and can actually listen to you sometimes

Also, loves your unapologetic lethality. You’re the only one who doesn’t judge him for enjoying a good, messy fight, and he appreciate it

When it’s comes to your first fight, he doesn’t think much from you. Seeing your body complexion, Raph assumes you to be all tricky, no power…Sweet voice, tiny frame. Must be fragile.

He doesn’t mean to be condescending, but he definitely tells you to “stay back” when there is some crowd of Kraangs that want to kick your asses

…Until you slams a Kraang into the wall so hard its wiring sparks. You made it look so effortless. You didn’t hesitate. Didn’t even grunt. The same smile, the same look.

His eyes go wide. Then narrow. Raph stops fighting for a split second just to watch. His brain cannot compute.

“…Okay, tiny.”

For the rest of the fight, he keeps trying to catch your messing up. You never do.

He has a minor identity crisis. His whole personality is raw power: he’s strongest, he’s biggest and toughest… and now here’s this calm, petite chemist wrecking dudes with their hands behind their back practically.

Secretly, he loves how unfazed you are. Power that doesn’t need to prove itself? That’s rare. That’s terrifying. That’s… hot.

He starts sparring with you a lot after that. It’s not about dominate. It’s about learning

You beat him in a fight using pure dirty tricks. He’s furious… and weirdly aroused

When he finally understands that you’re not danger for them, that you even useful, he finally softens. It’s raw and clumsy, without any words, but you’ll see it in his actions. How he backs you up in battles and offers you pizza after. How he worries when you’re in trouble, or how he lets you heal him, not looking at you with suspect. You’re the part of the team now, congrats. Don’t mess up.

He’s surprisingly good at reading your rage in disguise. He’s got the same kind. He sees your hands shake or your face twitching when no one else does.

You both have things to hide, and you both know that. Your dark sides align unexpectedly well. He’s more emotionally flexible than he seems, and you’re less heartless than you pretend. It’ll take time, but if you’ll do everything right, you’ll see Raph at the sides no one usually does

Michelangelo

At first, he thinks you’re a “Tiny smiling butterfly” and wants to be besties. He calls you stuff like “Little Miss Toxic Sugarplum” You smile at the nicknames but never quite lets him in. That makes him try harder.

When you describe poisons, he’s the only one who isn’t freaked out, just curious.

“Wait, wait— it melts the insides? DUDE.”

He volunteers to taste-test everything, even when you warn him not to.

“Whoa! This one tastes like watermelon!…Wait, why is my tongue numb—?”

Your dynamic is comfy and warm. There isn’t any problems. He helps you heal after hard missions. Makes dumb jokes when you’re patching people up. Makes you laugh in general. Brings sugar to your bitter tea. He will definitely find an approach to you

Mikey sees your past masks because he wears one too. He recognizes the way you hide pain behind sweetness.

He doesn’t push. Instead, he gently includes you in the group, offers you food, shows you his comics. Normalcy. No hurry.

One day, want you or not, he’ll make you laugh for real. Not the polite, serene kind, but a sharp, sudden giggle. He’ll remember that for days.

If you open up, even a little, he listens with surprising maturity. Mikey may be goofy, but he feels deeply. And he’s glad that you choose him to speak out

Mikey’s the only one who never underestimated you, but even he didn’t expect this.

The moment when you show your real powers and fight skills, show him that your not as simple as you seems, he’ll be charmed. Then intrigued. Then deeply, deeply invested.

He’s hyping you up before the fight, looking at you with starts in his eyes. Can’t say that he isn’t kinda worry about you tho…because well you’re so small and seems so fragile! But he's nearby, and if anything he'll help, right?

“You got this, Buttercup! I believe in yo—”

You casually suplexes a robot twice your size like it weighs nothing, and kick another into a wall without breaking your grin.

‘Wait…what?’

Mikey audibly screams. His expression changes from existential to…shock?

The way your dodge…no. You are literally flying next to the opponent, at the same time punching them so hard and not missing a single hit. There is more enemies behind, but you handled it just perfect. Like it wasn’t serious. You didn’t flinch, not even frown. Not a single sweat. You fight the way he never saw. He can't even catch your movements with his gaze, dammit! That’s how you fast—

“OH MY GOSH YOU’RE A BEAST—”

He yelp, before you tackling another robot. Seeing this contrast in your looks and your fight style makes his opinion about you changes instantly

Afterward, Mikey is bouncing around you like a puppy.

“You broke that Kraang’s arm and smiled the whole time. Do you realize how COOL that is???”

Starts bragging about you constantly to his brothers and enemies like:

“You don’t wanna mess with them. They once crushed a robot with their knee and didn’t even flinch.”

You’re graceful, yes. But your strength is jaw-dropping. And you look so peaceful doing it. Like the violence doesn’t affect you at all.

Lowkey starts training more seriously because you inspire him.

You teach him about pressure points once. He pretends he doesn’t remember. But he totally does. Uses it later to protect you.

If he falls in love, it’s warm, chaotic, and healing. Your darkness doesn’t scare him. He accepts it with joy. “You’re spooky sometimes, babe. I love it.”

I’m seeing him as he tries to confess to you… while hallucinating from your latest experiment. "Dude, the ceiling is singing…"

mkthedingus

Toddler Mutant Ninja Turtles AU

[Created: 9/4/25 - Last Updated 2/21/26]

MOST RECENT UPDATE: 🐢 (pls have patience on regular updates during tmnt au competition!)

Based on the scrapped rottmnt episode:

Mikey's gets to be the oldest when his brothers turn into turtle toddlers after getting zapped by an immortal mutant jellyfish bank robber. Does he have what it takes to get his brother's back to normal while also dealing with the strange challenges of eldest brotherhood?

raisinrat

The turtle family being affectionate

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Ao3 has been broken for almost 2 DAYS I’m losing my MIND

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