#ratigan x reader

[daydreamingoveracupofcoffee]

Hii i want to say that i love your yandere disney headcanon!!!may i request yandere Ratigan or maybe Basil or maybe both?? is your choice! (From the great mouse detective)

THANKS A LOT❤️😘💘

"Yandere Ratigan & Yandere Basil" Headcanons

The cruelest twist of fate — two obsessive, brilliant, utterly unhinged minds have fixed their attention on the same person: you. Ratigan considers it an insult. Basil considers it a personal war. Neither of them considers your opinion particularly relevant.

Ratigan's Brand of Obsession

Ratigan's obsession is theatrical and suffocating in the most elegant way imaginable. One day you simply find that your life has been quietly, beautifully rearranged around him without your noticing. Your landlord has been replaced by one of his men. Your favorite tea appears on your table without explanation. A dangerous acquaintance of yours has mysteriously vanished.

He frames his possessiveness as devotion. In his mind he isn't controlling you, he is curating the world into something worthy of you. The distinction matters enormously to him.

He never raises his voice at you. He never needs to. The calm, velvet register in which he explains that you will be joining him for dinner tonight is somehow more frightening than any shout could be.

He calls you things like "my singular treasure" and "the only creature in London worth impressing." Coming from Ratigan, a mouse who holds the entire city in contempt, this is terrifyingly the highest compliment in existence.

He is furious about Basil. The idea that a scruffy, neurotic detective who forgets to eat and plays violin at 3am could be a rival for your affections strikes him as personally offensive, like finding a muddy pawprint on a silk waistcoat.

"You deserve genius, my dear. Not a genius who uses you as a backdrop for his own drama."

The irony is completely lost on him.

Basil's Brand of Obsession

Basil's obsession is messier, more honest, and in some ways more dangerous for it, because he genuinely doesn't understand what it is yet.

He begins by cataloging you. He notices things: the particular way you phrase sentences, the micro-expressions that cross your face when you're uncertain, what upsets you that you don't admit upsets you. He tells himself this is observation. It is what he does. You are simply... interesting.

He is wrong, and Dawson knows it, and Basil refuses to hear it.

The moment Ratigan's interest in you becomes apparent, something shifts in Basil that he would never name aloud. His caseload suddenly reorganizes itself around your vicinity. He appears, coincidentally, whenever Ratigan's shadow seems close. He is not protecting you out of sentiment, he insists. You are simply relevant to an ongoing investigation.

He is a terrible liar, which is funny, given his profession.

His possessiveness expresses itself as control disguised as competence. He thinks you can't handle Ratigan, which is different, and he is possibly correct, but the way he inserts himself between you and every decision you make suggests the concern goes considerably beyond tactical.

When you do something that frightens him — walk into a dangerous situation, speak to Ratigan voluntarily, suggest you don't need his supervision — he gets quiet and precise, which in Basil's emotional vocabulary is absolutely volcanic.

How They Interact Over You

They do not fight over you like brutes. They are both far too intelligent and far too proud for that.

Instead they compete, and the competition is vicious, sophisticated, and conducted largely through you.

Ratigan leaves you gifts: small, perfect, expensive things chosen with unsettling accuracy for your tastes. Basil leaves you solutions: he solves your problems before you've finished explaining them, appears when you need something, makes himself so useful it feels almost like love.

In any room containing all three of you, the tension is architectural. Ratigan will place a hand at the small of your back and watch Basil over your shoulder with a slow, carnivorous smile. Basil will position himself in your direct line of sight and hold Ratigan's gaze with the particular flatness that means he is calculating seventeen outcomes simultaneously.

Both of them speak to you about the other in the calmest possible tones, which is the most alarming thing of all.

Ratigan: "That detective of yours — does he ever actually sleep? He has the look of a creature running from something. Exhausting company, I'd imagine."

Basil: "Ratigan is charming the way a baited trap is charming. The aesthetic is immaculate. Mind the teeth."

What You Represent to Each of Them

To Ratigan, you are proof. Proof that he is more than what the world has made him, that something genuinely exquisite chose to exist near him. He has spent his life consuming everything he wanted. You are the first thing he wants to keep.

To Basil, you are the variable he cannot solve, the constant that disrupts his patterns, the one thing in Baker Street that he did not choose and cannot explain away. He is not built for softness. You are the inconvenient exception to nearly everything he has decided about himself.

The Awful Truth

Neither of them is safe. Ratigan will cage you in silk and call it love. Basil will fold you into his world and call it logic. The difference is that Ratigan has always known exactly what he is.

Basil is still figuring it out, and there is something genuinely frightening about a brilliant mind turning that focus, for the first time, inward.

[seaslugfanclub]

Heyyy !!! Love your writtings and drawings !! You Rock !! And I was really curious about your thoughts on Y/N and Ratigan's relationship! Like how Ratigan grew to like them and all- I have a funny headbanging that the park Attendant managed to save him from Lucifer the cat one time XD

Ratigan and (Y/N)’s First Introduction

————————————————————————

Being in the Disney parks is overwhelming enough, but try being less than a foot tall.

Oh sure, Disney can bring all of these fictional characters to reality, but guess it was too much work for them to size up the smaller characters!

Ratigan is not having a good time. Just like his entire life, he’s had to fight tooth and nail for even a modicum of respect. Now he has to fight even harder to get a room to himself.

Disney didn’t think that far ahead about having a rodent sized villain living amongst the others. For the first few weeks of Ratigan new existence, he had to rely on his extensive talents in order to carve out a small space for himself in the villains breakout room

Oh, how humiliating it was to sleep behind a wall socket like some common vermin!!

And the food situation! It’s nearly impossible to get access to the fridge, and the cabinets have nothing that could even begin to match his expensive tastes.

Not to mention the other villains less than stellar reactions to seeing a ra- ahem- a mouse in their living area

Most of the female villains would screech at the sight of him, jumping onto chairs and demanding for the male villains to kill him.

Yes… it certainly hasn’t been all champagne and caviar…

Ratigans new life only began to improve after his less than respectable meeting with the park attendant (Y/N)

————————————————————————

“(Y/N).”

The park attendant wiped off their brow, setting down a box full of spare costumes to turn towards the intimidating woman in the doorway.

“Oh, good afternoon Lady Tremaine. How’re you doing?”

Tremaine didn’t bother with the pleasantries,

“I have not seen Lucifer since breakfast. Would you have any idea where the little creature is?”

(Y/N) shook their head, “No, ma’am. I’m sorry.”

“Well I have matters to attend to soon, and I need Lucifer with me. Find him.”

With nothing but a small grimace, Lady Tremaine left, her shoes tapping sharply against the linoleum tiles of the hallway.

“…..ok…”

(Y/N) shuffled in place for a moment, beginning to think of the cats usual whereabouts.

————————————————————————

“Luci!! C’mon baby! *pst pst pst*

(Y/N) shook a bag of Lucifer’s dry food, hoping the sound would lure the chunky cat out of hiding.

They had been searching for a good 15 minutes without any sign of the feline, and (Y/N) was beginning to feel an anxious flutter in their chest.

Turning up empty handed to Lady Tremaine was not an option.

(Y/N)’s search had lead them to a quieter wing of the villains building, this area mainly being used for storage and management meetings. The park attendant stopped for a moment, hoping to hear the sound of little paws, before going back to shaking the dry food.

“*pst pst pst pst pst* C’mon Luci, your mama’s looking for—” (Y/N) paused, faint scuffling could be heard further down the hall.

Finally!

(Y/N) followed the sound, approaching one of the storage rooms at the end of the hallway, but the closer they got to the scuffling, something else could be heard.

….Yelling?

The door was already slightly ajar when (Y/N) fully pushed their way into the room, causing two pairs of eyes to meet them.

In the back of the room, amongst filing cabinets and schedules of years past was Lady Tremaine’s cat, Lucifer, who’s claws were primed and at the ready… and the heaving body of Professor Ratigan pressed into a corner.

From the look on both of their faces, (Y/N) walked in on something intense, although Lucifer’s expression was one of disappointment while the professors was one of quiet relief.

“LUCIFER—The hell are you doing!?!!! Go, your mama’s been looking for you!” (Y/N) yelled at the cat, who seemed physically pained to leave the rodent alone. Reluctantly, Lucifer trudged pass the park attendant, who was still admonishing him.

“Like you’re not fed enough! What, Where you dropped as a kitten!?”

Once (Y/N) saw Lucifer’s tail disappear around the corner, they immediately turned their attention towards the still cornered Ratigan.

“Professor, are you alright!? I am so. sorry.”

They dropped the bag of cat food to rush towards the rodent, slamming down onto their knees as their eyes flitted over Ratigans form.

His chest was rapidly going up and down, Ratigan obviously still trying to catch his breath. His usually slicked back hair was now falling in front of his face as he stared up at (Y/N).

He seems frazzled, but thankfully free of any scratches or missing appendages.

“…alright?” Ratigan heaved after a few moments of silence, “You asked if I’m alright? OH YOU MENTALLY DEFECTIVE WRETCH, HOW ON EARTH COULD I EVER BE A L R I G H T???”

(Y/N) flinched at the sudden increase of volume, staring down at the now manic looking rodent in shock.

“Ever since I’ve been brought to this demented park, I’ve been nothing but humiliated and scorned! Forced to fend for myself like the common vermin because YOU PEOPLE didn’t have an iota of sense that taking me from the grave would cause me to live amongst GIANTS”

Ratigan began pacing, his eyes wild as he continued,

“I have had to scrounge and scrap to continue this miserable existence, reduced to living off of stale crackers and tap water, to lay my head beneath electrical wires. I’ve been forced to scavenge in these back rooms for supplies since every employee runs off at the sight of me before I can even open my mouth for the simplest of requests. Oh! And let’s not forget me being preyed upon by that devil in feline form! I’ve been hunted by that beast for the past few hours, nearly meeting my second demise! Left alone to die like a cretin, like I’m NOTHING. DO ANY OF YOU KNOW WHO I AM? DO ANY OF YOU KNOW WHO I USED TO BE? I HAVE NOTHING NOW. NOTHING.”

Finally his tiny body gave out, Ratigan collapsing to the carpet dramatically, arm covering his eyes.

“Oh…I’d have been better off a bloated corpse in the Thames.”

(Y/N) couldn’t find any words, watching helplessly as Ratigan sprawled across the floor. Their throat felt tight.

They’d only been hired several months ago, and they’ve only just begun getting along with a few Villains. (Y/N) rarely saw Professor Ratigan, and when they did they reasoned that he had the same provisions that the other smaller Disney rodents had.

When (Y/N) first arrived, they got to meet Ms. Bianca and Mr. Bernard in front of their tiny apartment styled home, which was built into one of the walls of the Disney Protagonist’s building. During the quick introduction, it seemed that the company had thought of everything the couple could’ve needed.

Guess the same quality of service didn’t apply to villains…

(Y/N) sat in silence for a few minutes, allowing Ratigans words to fully sink in, before finally speaking up.

“I didn’t— …..I’m sorry.”

Ratigan didn’t lift his arm from his eyes, “Please. Spare me your pity, human.”

“Oh please, don’t start with that— I’m sorry that you’ve been screwed over, I wasn’t aware that the company’s been this irresponsible.”

Slowly, (Y/N) reached out their hand, palm open in offering,

“I’m still pretty new here, but I think I’ve got a way to pull a few strings…”

Finally lifting his arm, Ratigan looked up at the park attendant. The scent of their sincerity almost nauseating, but what else did he have to lose?

Taking (Y/N)s palm as an invitation, he lifted himself off the carpet and onto (Y/N)s hand.

Oh, how low he’s stooped.

————————————————————————

Turns out (Y/N)’s “few strings” was the one of the villains that they had managed to befriend. With Ratigan in hand, (Y/N) went all the way to the other side of the building to the villains lounge, where they explained the professors dilemma to a very confused Hades, asking for his help.

As distrustful as Ratigan was around humans, he could appreciate this park attendants persuasiveness through subtle manipulation and use of accumulated favors.

Hades, who’s always been a fan of things creepy and crawly, (and also wanted to earn some brownie points with (Y/N) ) agreed to help their little charity case

Half an hour later Ratigan still sat in (Y/N)’s hands, looking up at the now nervous park attendant as they fidgeted in place, staring at the door of their managers office.

After a few minutes and some smoke leaking from underneath the doorway, a very pleased Hades opened the door. The god strolled up to (Y/N), patting them on the back and commenting how “he warmed him up for you” and was about to leave before acknowledging Ratigan in their palm.

“Ya’ better be grateful, tiny. You’ve found the only person in this park who gives a shit about you.”

Just as Ratigan was about to demand an explanation on what (Y/N) was planning, the park attendant strode into the office. Where the pair met eyes with a very pale manager.

The previous anxiousness on (Y/N)s face instantly melted into professionalism, introducing themselves, then placed Ratigan on the managers desk and asking him to share his current quality of life with the sweating man before him.

One slightly confused but melodramatic explanation later, (Y/N) went on to say how “disturbing” it was to see this type of mistreatment in a company who had bragged about the quality of their intellectual properties well being, and that it would be “unfortunate if word about Disneys beloved characters being mistreated got out to the general public, especially those protesting Disneys new holographic AI.”

(Y/N) went on to virtually demand that the company recorrect this oversight, and give Ratigan a fully furnished living space and amenity’s just like the other mice in the park.

The office was dead silent once (Y/N) had finished speaking.

The manager dabbed the sweat from his forehead, cleared his throat, and nodded. The pasty man tried to come up with excuses for the company before conceding, agreeing with (Y/N)s “request” and apologizing to Ratigan, who for once in his life was speechless.

(Y/N) and Ratigan left the managers office with the promise of Ratigans new home being fully constructed within two months, and full permission to take any food/ rodent sized items from the protagonists building.

Ratigan, who was still dazed with the sudden change of luck, was dropped off in the Villains lounge. (Y/N) promising to pick up some fresh food and maybe a rodents sized bed from the “good guys place” before running out of the room.

It wouldn’t be until months later that he’d fully express his gratitude…. But for now, he admitted , he is lucky that he found the one person in this park who gave a shit him.

———————————————————————

Hope this answers your request! I thought it’s be nice to learn how Ratigan and (Y/N) first met!

I’ll definitely make another post about their friendship and more fluff, but how could I resist writing some angst? 😭

[blueninjablade3]

Please more Professor Ratigan!!! Anything! It’s just so cool to know someone writes about him!

The Tower Bridge Job

Tw: Y/N is hella dumb, Ratgain is insane, people get shot at, yandere themes, shit talking a certain group of people, Y/N is a little insensitive to the homeless, Y/N wants decides to be a hero like an idiot.

Authors note: Sorry to the Anon who’s been waiting almost a year 😭

December 20th, 1895

“Here you go, little lady.” You handed a small bowl of stew to a young, tiny mouse. She was a frail little thing, presumably orphaned after the cold front on the 3rd of December. It had been devastating: hundreds of men, women, and children had either died from the cold or from disease caused by the frigid weather.

The little girl’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree at the sight of food. You had barely handed her a spoon before she began wolfing down the stew like a ravenous beast. The poor thing must have been searching for food for days. You smiled softly. She was the last mouse of the night. You were so glad you could help in tiny ways like this. Even though it was cold, your heart felt warm knowing you had helped feed someone. Glancing at the clock, you remembered what time it was.

You had to get home before Lillian noticed you were missing! Before scurrying off, you packed up what you could—pots, pans, trays. Lily would need you after a long night of sobbing. She truly loved her husband and was in deep mourning after his passing. You could hardly imagine how you would feel if you lost your Ratigan. He was your entire world, after all.

You slipped in through the small hole Ratigan had his men build so you could come and see him freely. He was such a big sweetie. As you walked in, you felt the warmth of the house radiating onto your fur. You were so fortunate to have a warm home to return to.

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted as you ran straight into a large, solid wall of muscle. Looking up at the yellow eyes, you gulped. Why did your lover look so intimidating—especially right now?

“Darling! You’re here rather late!” you exclaimed, trying to hold it together. Why was he so terrifying?

“I could say the same thing to you, my crown diamond. Why would you be out of your home so late?” Ratigan paused to glare at you. He was irritated. “Especially without an escort.”

Oh. He wasn’t just irritated. Ratigan was irate.

“Darling, it was just a bit of charity work! So many have gone hungry after all these diseases have robbed families of each other! It was a small way I could help!”

Ratigan gasped, as you’d imagine a Catholic would if you called the Pope Satan in human form.

“You were among the commonly diseased and dying?! You need to be cleaned immediately, Jewel,” Ratigan said confidently, as if he hadn’t just insulted people. Yes, they were dirtied and likely had been around disease, but they were still people with feelings! You had no reason to insult them for simply existing.

“Darling, that is not polite. They are people and don’t deserve it—”

“People? You think they are people?”

“Ratigan!”

“Darling, I am right.”

“Ratigan, is that honestly how you view people?”

“Those who are below me are below me!”

You couldn’t believe the man you called your lover would say this. It was cruel and unusual.

“Ratigan, just… just leave!” You struggled to believe what you had just said—and by the look on his face, so did he.

“Poppet, you don’t get to end this relationship—” Ratigan began, his voice rising, which only caused the argument to grow larger and louder. He did leave after a while, but not without a warning.

“Poppet, there will be consequences for your actions.” Ratigan paused to glare at you in disapproval. “You will regret this.”

And just like that, he was gone. You thought he was leaving you forever, that his threat was empty. You had been wrong.

Life had been peaceful without your boyfriend. With him gone, it freed up time to spend with Lillian. The loneliness was beginning to get to her, you feared. Lillian was asleep, though. Walking by the River Thames was displeasing. It stank of sewage, and the whole area was thick with stench.

You couldn’t have enjoyed it more, though. It was quiet and peaceful. Without people around, the smell was slightly softened by the freeze. You hadn’t been to the river since Ratigan had asked you out at the tower during its construction. That had been three years ago. A deep, penetrating feeling took hold in your gut like a vice. You were better without him anyway. Not bullying people for their situation was the least anyone could do.

What were those mice doing up there—did one fall?!

You gasped in horror as mice tumbled into the water. Men, women, and children were falling like toy soldiers being sent to their deaths in a child’s mind. You ran as fast as possible toward them, bolting up the bridge despite logic screaming at you. What the hell had happened?!

The tower’s scenery buzzed past you as you sprinted up the stairs, willing yourself to go faster. You burst through the door—not that it was impressive; it had likely been unlocked. Nevertheless, you scanned the rooftop. Jolly laughter and delighted squeals echoed around you. Looking at who the mice were surrounding, you were shocked.

A tall, well-dressed rat stood in the middle of them. The man at the center was clearly the most delighted of all.

Ratigan.

The one you had loved for years—the one you thought was a kind and respectable man—was pushing people off roofs?!

A tall and lanky lizard jerked toward you. You recognized him; he’d been with Ratigan several times when you would meet up with him. The lizard had a grin spread across his face.

“Hey, Boss! Looks like your Poppet is back!”

“Bill, Poppet won’t come crawling back unless—Poppet!”

Ratigan looked baffled by your sudden appearance. He would have liked to look better, especially since the last time you two spoke, it had ended in… a difference of opinion.

You couldn’t be more horrified. Ratigan just grinned, arms spread open, the gun in his hand very clearly brandished. The gleam in his eye was dark and wicked. The sight of him disgusted you.

“Ah, my Jewel! You are the most beautiful vision on this night! Though I do wish you didn’t catch me while I was… otherwise engaged.” His smile was sickly sweet, like pure cane sugar. He looked smug even though he was committing murder. You weren’t quite sure what to call the crime, but murder did seem to support the current events.

“Ratigan. How could you do this to these poor people?! They haven’t done a thing to you!” Your disbelief was evident even in your tone. How could you have been so blind as not to see that the love you thought you had was killing people?

“It’s more so to send a message.”

“You’re sending one hell of a one! Who are you trying to imitate?!”

“You. Who else would I need to imitate?” Ratigan paused, possibly in thought for a second. “Maybe the Crown or Parliament would be intimidated by this, too.”

Parliament? What could he gain from scaring Parliament or the Crown in general? Then it hit you. It hit like a truck. Ratigan was the infamous “Napoleon of Crime.”

“You caught on finally? Shame it took you this long, especially since you’re so quick to the punch.” Ratigan’s voice was filled with mock sympathy. Suddenly a gruff voice called out to your ex.

“Boss, some of ‘em are coming up for air. What do we do?”

Ratigan didn’t even spare a glance at them.

“Shoot them for all I care. Just ensure they don’t interrupt us further. Plus, I do believe it will be an adequate… demonstration of the consequences for disobeying me, for my Beloved.”

You didn’t have a second to protest as the goons began firing their guns into the water. Screams rang out as the water turned red. Women and children went limp, and those who had been merely grazed—or not hit at all—hid beneath the water, hoping it would protect them from the bullets.

The River Thames was filled with filth, corpses, and other disgusting matter just floating around. Not to mention, the freezing temperatures might kill them in mere minutes. Did Ratigan’s insanity know no bounds?!

“Poppet~ look at me.” Ratigan’s voice was a coo before hardening into a demand.

“This can all stop if you simply agree to stop throwing this week-long tantrum, leaving that disgusting human… What was her name again? Oh right—Lillian. Leave Lillian to wallow in her grief, and come home with me where we’re safe. Where can I protect you, from Basil. Protect you from carnage, and protect you from the diseased and filthy.”

Ratigan laid out his demands with absolute certainty. There was no question, no negotiation. If you didn’t agree, he would commit more atrocities in your name. What choice did you have? Had you had a choice since you met this… this rat in front of you?

But those poor children’s lives depended on you. You had to act now before more people were hurt. So, with a last shaking breath, you closed the golden cage.

“Ratigan. I promise to be your Josephine.”

[echantedtoon]

Oh, Rats

You find a wounded rodent on a stroll by Big Ben and being the kind lady you were, you take it home and tend to it until it gets better. Little do you know what you've done.

(This was really inspired by @sindysugar and @lilgrimmapple   I really adore their artwork and story involving The Great Mouse Detective and If you get a chance please check out their stuff. Warnings for Ratigan being in bad shape with some broken bones.)

"I don't like that."

"Don't like what?"

A thunderstorm rolled across the sky that night. The sun was just setting over the horizon with the last few rays of daylight disappearing but it was hard to tell when the dark storm clouds took over the sky and claimed them as their own. Thunder shaking the lanes of the windows and lightning sounded off like an angry whip from whatever deity was angrily stomping around the clouded skies, lighting up the sky and city below for nothing but a brief second. 

It would've been absolutely dark if you hadn't lit up a few candles inside the comfy room and placed them on the table to light up the room. The warm light comforting against the scary night sky that just appeared as the last few daylights were chased away. The candlelight lighting up the scowling scrunched up face of the old maid that peered downwards at the rather large vanity in the room. It was large enough to be used as a vanity, work desk, and table so you used it as such. But lately it's had a new purpose. And it's purpose being the temporary home for your temporary new roommate. 

"I swear whatever this...this THING is it's evil!," she spoke pointing out a little but decently sized caged sitting on the vanity. It had been an old bird cage stored in the attic but you'd brought it out again to use it for someone else. "The way it just looks at everyone..." She shivered. "I swear it's almost human like! It's disturbing!"

"Calm down, Olga." Your calm voice usually soothed the older woman of any worries but lately her insistence has been a bother. Soft hands closed the curtains to your window hiding the sights of the gloomy storm outside. "He's just a harmless little mouse, and you don't have to take care of him. So why does his presence in one room of the house where you can just easily avoid him forever bother you so?"

The woman never looked up from where or more accurately WHO and WHAT she was staring at giving a loud huff of disapproval. "Hmph. It's his look that bothers me. I swear that evil smugness he always gives me is unlike a rodent!"

You sighed again as she finally turned up her nose, laundry in her arms. This happened every day since you first brought it home. Brought HIM home. Ignoring her worries, your footsteps echoed in the room making the small journey across the room to the vanity and smiled at the little occupant of the cage. 

"Hello there. Is Olga being a worrier again?" Your voice softly cooed.

Black eyes turned up towards you from the inside, teeth on display but you knew it wasn't malicious. He just seemed to like his teeth showing. Honestly it looked almost like a smirk but that was ridiculous. Mice couldn't have enough thought process to smirk. Olga was just imagining things as usual. 

"I find it disturbing how you treat it?"

"Don't like how I treat him how?," you questioned playfully wagging a finger at the cage like it was a kitten instead of a mouse.

"That! Like THAT!!" A finger released itself from the laundry she held to point at you. "You talk to that creature as if it was a human! It's disturbing and not normal!"

You again sighed tiredly before looking at her. "I talk to them the same as I do everyone else. Is that so wrong?"

"YES! It's not an equal it's a filthy vermin!"

"He's not filthy. He had a bath yesterday and I cleaned the cage this morning."

"That isn't what I meant and you know that."

Another soft sigh left your mouth along with a tired eye roll. This has happened over and over again with Olga. Honestly the older woman didn't like any animals unless it was cooked on a plate for her to eat, so this wasn't an unusual occurrence but it has been the first time she's been so insistent about you getting rid of the animal. She must really not like like mice. 

She hated him the moment you brought the poor thing home with you. It was on a similarly stormy night actually just like this one some weeks ago. You were taking a stroll through the streets of London after a day of shopping but lost track of time. A storm was coming in from the thick fog and made itself known. You decided to take a short cut past the famous Big Ben to get home faster but something else had caught your hurried attention.

As you hurried down the sidewalks with thunder sounding overhead and the fog clouding the streets, your footsteps echoed throughout the dark streets eerily, something caught your eye. A single black lump laid out upon the middle of said sidewalk making you slow down to a stop until it was but a yard away from you. What was..that? It looked at first like a black blob a little larger than a single one of your hands within the fog but as you slowly approached, it began to form more clearer and take shape. It was a-..

A large mouse? Rat maybe?

Whichever one it was, it laid face down splayed against the concrete covered in some kind of tattered black cloth. ..Poor thing. Many people considered rodents in general a burden and considered it good fortune at seeing one dead but you couldn't help but feel sorry for it. Maybe it was because you loved animals but you did feel sorry for it. It must've been stepped on by someone or maybe run over by a moving carriage the wheels throwing it onto the sidewalk with their momentum. Although you hadn't the faintest idea why it was covered in black fabric. Maybe it crawled out from a dumpster tangled in it? Or had someone tied a bag around it only for the animal to shred it apart? You had no idea. 

But SOMETHING important caught your attention as you took a closer look at it. It's chest slowly and shakily rising and falling in shaking breaths. A wheezing breathing gasping sound exiting it's mouth as it desperately clung onto life. It's body shook lightly with every gasp. It was-

"You're alive."

Olga shrieked when you got home shopping bags around your elbows and a half dead unconscious rodent in your hands wrapped up in your handkerchief. She shrieked at you that it carried diseases and it was dirty and it should die and you should throw it out the door right that second! You ignored her of course because she always reacted this way whenever you brought home an animal and sent for the local veterinarian. 

"He's incredibly lucky to be alive," the doctor had told you after the animal had been properly cleaned up and treated. "Any more time out there, especially in the rain, and he would've died. I don't know where you find these beasts but as my best customer my service is yours."

"Is he going to be alright?"

"Certainly! He has some broken bones specifically some broken ribs and some wounds but with proper treatment he should be back to normal again in no time! I'll write down the care he needs and prescribe some medicine that ought to help."

Your care had been going on for a while now since then and he's been doing so much better! You made sure he was given a good clean space to stay in and comfortable things that seemed to make him feel better. Though it was quite odd for a mouse. He seemed to prefer the water you gave him in a smallish wine glass (small to a human not him), and he seemed to not like the scraps you tried giving himself. You tried giving him fresh food cut from your daily meals, which worked better. It was almost like he preferred to be served actual meals like you were a maid instead of feasting on scraps like mice usually do. But you supposed after spending so much time outside any animal would want fresh food instead of old scraps. His bed was an old cushion that was torn apart by a cat you were also caring for but had managed to sew the scrapped fabric up enough to make him a small pillow to rest on. Which he was doing now.

"You said that about every animal I've cared for," you pointed out to her raising a brow. "Like the dog with the broken leg. You said he was possessed by an evil spirit. Or the carriage horse. You say that he's waiting for you to get in front of him to run you over!"

"I stand by both of those statements still thank you very much! But this thing-" she shuddered hard. "There's something else about him that's borderline evil!"

"He's not evil. He's a mouse-"

"That thing tried to bite me through the cage first week he was here!," he accused.

"That's because you yelled at him and hit his cage which I told you NOT to do!," you countered back with a frown and crossed arms. "He was hurt, irritated, and you scared him being aggressive like that." 

You remembered that day. Olga shrieked and SWORE he was smirking at her and called him a qoute 'disgusting, filthy, disease carrying, germ and flea infested, ugly RAT' before hitting her fist on top of his cage. She almost got bit when the mouse let out a rather loud squeak. A rage fueled squeak that sounded almost like a shriek itself as it lashed out and was almost able  to catch her pinky finger in his teeth. To this day you've never heard any rodent sound like that. You had to physically shove the hysterical screaming woman out of your room and lock the door to prevent her from swinging the broom at the cage and it took nearly an hour and a half for the mouse to calm down enough for you to safely look over himself. Thankfully both were ok but you've banned Olga from going into your room at all unless you were there and made it clear if anything were to happen to him, she'd be fired immediately. You were now tired of her continued antics.

"Just leave him alone!," you ordered firmly. "He's very well behaved and he's not staying here forever. It's just until he gets all better then I'm going to release him back outside."

"Hmph. Well that's the only good thing about him being here! I swear that thing is evil and I won't change my mind. "

"Oh come now. If he was really bad he would've done something to me by now. He's so good even the kitty I'm looking after likes him."

"You mean that obese beast that eats all our good fish and lazes about all day? She's almost as bad as him."

You scowled harder at her making her sigh. The poor kitty had fur torn from her making bald spots and looked like a pack of stray dogs got her. You brought her back home to recover about two weeks before you found the mouse. Both seemed to like each other very much when you accidentally left the door open one day and came back to find both cuddled up with each other. But surprise surprise Olga didn't like her either. 

"She's on a diet so she's not used to not getting so much food. Whoever owned her previously probably just over spoiled her so she's not used to portions." You didn't see it but the mouse gave you an eye roll of slight irritation before you smiled back at him. "He's a little extinguished gentlemen. Here. I'll show you."

Olga looked physically disgusted before you reached out and with a click slide the door wide open. Her face immediately paled as your hands reached in cupped and you cooed at him like you would a kitten to come over to you.

"W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

You looked up at her shriek not seeing how he stood up on two legs before turning on a heel and flopping onto your palms smugly. "I'm taking him out. He's always so well behaved." Her expression worsened as you pulled your hands out with the mouse in it and smiled brightly holding him up. "See? Isn't he such a cute little guy?"

Instead of answering she squealed out as the mouse stuck it's tongue at her not that you saw and pressed herself Against the doorway in her panic fumbling with the doorknob. Wretching it open a sheet dropped from her arms as her fearful squealing continued down the hall and towards the downstairs. You blinked for a moment as the door slowly creaked closed again and more thunder rolled above you. Eventually sighing as the mouse flipped onto his stomach and regarded you with a smile as you shook your head. 

"I swear that woman just hates any animal she doesn't eat. You're certainly a gentleman no matter what anyone says. Let's get you back to bed now."

Gently your hands pushed him back into the pen and laid him stomach down on the comfy pillow. However his front paws caught onto your pointer finger and a small kiss like motion was felt on your skin. Blinking you pulled your hand away from him to look at it then at him.. before shaking your head and relocking the cage. Kissing your hand. Too many of Olga's fears was getting in your head. He probably just licked you as any animal would do. 

After all he was just a rodent and nothing more.

[faioula16]

Ratigan, I have a question for you! How’d you know that Y/n was Basils best friend?

Also! That was very kind of you to fix y/ns house!

You were sitting right next to the great crime lord himself, in his new very own pub. The rest of the mice didn't bother him as he took a smoke from his long pipe as the cigarette supported from the end part of the golden item.

Ratigan: Not a very smart question but I suppose I could pass you a hint. Tsk, I checked and reorganized all the files of my little angel's career so far. and I found an old piece of newspaper that confirmed my suspicions. I destroyed it of course. And there is no need to thank me for such a silly matter I wanted to return the favor to my darling savior~, not to you. I suggest you better go, my patients, grow thin the more I am forced to speak with you. You know what happens when someone upsets me...don't you? *Ratigan slowly took out the little bell from the pocket of his vest and was ready to use it while staring deep in your eyes with a sinister grin and eye glim that could give anyone nightmares for weeks. He laughed evilly to himself as you stood up from your seat and made your way quickly out of the pub* Aw I love it when I am nasty~ *He gave out a deep sigh in disappointment* I wish my precious reporter was here with me...

[doobasgirlgg]

Ratigan cuddling headcanons

This man loves being close to you and loves intimacy

He also likes being in charge so he’ll always be the big spoon

When cuddling sometimes he also likes it when you face hun because he just loves seeing your beautiful face (yes even a man can be beautiful.)

He loves to be complimented too and loves to be pampered like a baby and cooed at.

He loves to be kissed by you and sometimes if your feeling like teasing him you could either kiss his neck or French kiss him a bit along with grinding him and that’ll get him going.

This man also likes treating you like a queen no matter if your doing the naughty things or just cuddling you will always be his main priority but also his distraction from work.

Hopefully these were enjoyable headcanons I’ll try to do the other one later if I can think of where Ratigan and the great mouse detective would meet s/o and what would interest them about s/o to fight over them anyways happing reading :)

[writtenfan]

Just joined Wattpad and I’m loving the ability to make covers for my pieces!

Here’s a quick link to my new page, I’ll be setting up all my works on her, over there....which will take some time 😅

[blueninjablade3]

Guess who’s back…..back again…

Haii how have you been??

Can you make headcannons of ratigan helping y/n sleep?

Thanks in advance :)

Ratigan helping his S/O sleep.

Authors note: So I ADORE this idea! I have sleep apnea, restless leg syndrome, and insomnia, so I have struggled with sleep for a long time. This is going to be really fun! Sorry for not responding much sooner to (insert the person here). In my opinion, during The Great Mouse Detective, insomnia and sleep issues were new concepts. For purposes of this story, however, we are going to say Ratigan has been noticing your little things with sleep and has conducted research on you to help you sleep. Let’s get into this!

I think it would be difficult for your sleep issues to go unnoticed by Ratgain. After all, he is a criminal mastermind who is attentive to details. Ratigan would know of your sleep issues and tends to be really on top of them! Until he wasn’t… I see this happening because you both have been extremely busy recently. Ratigan had been plotting his villainous schemes, how to keep Basil off his tail, and other details that come with ruling a criminal shadow empire. It is very taxing work! 

Recently, you have been having issues of your own! Perhaps you have had a boss, family drama, or something different! Who is to say? All that is important is that what is going on has completely messed up your sleep schedule and patterns. You did not even realize it! Sure you were tired and irritable but that could be chalked up to several things. 

Finally, both of your schedules calm down and this is when Ratigan realizes it, how could he have been so blind! He should have kept an eye on you! Had Fidget not reminded you about any medication? Ah, no matter. Ratigan set to work on getting you set straight. Ratigan would put you back on ANY meds you might take for sleeping, he also monitors your sleeping schedule much more strictly than before.

Ratigan himself, he does not sleep much, but he knows it is important so he wants you to have the best sleep possible. I also really like the idea that he builds a rest area out of blankets so you two can sleep comfortably together. He will cuddle you to sleep if you need it as well.

You felt warm safe arms around you as you settled into the soft lush sheets of your large king-sized mattress. You have not been sleeping well recently due to all things going on in your life. You nuzzled into the warm body beside you and sighed softly. You felt warm and safe. Looking up at your darling love you saw his yellow eyes glowing down at you. Ratigan might be a criminal mastermind but even he had soft spots. You could see it in his eyes, he loved you with all of his cold and black heart. He’d always taken the best care to make sure you were healthy, safe, and happy. Even if it meant harassing you to take care of yourself… You felt a gentle kiss on your forehead and heard him whisper to you, “Shhh my flower… Go to sleep.” You closed your eyes for the final time that night and let Ratigan’s soft breaths lull you into the deep and gentle embrace of a restful sleep.

Masterlist