Aight so fun AU thingy I’ve had in my head for a while.
Context: Shenanigans ensue and Leo gets hit with a baby potion or something while at run of the mill. Raph Mikey and Donnie have to leave to chase down the villian and find a cure
-leaving senor Hueso to watch/take care of turtle tot Leo.
Think about it:
hueso has his son hueso jr that he took care of when he was a baby but he’s never taken care of a mutant baby before. Like yknow when they were mutated and they were still a lot like turtles-or like I imagine they had a lot more turtle qualities early after the mutation. So senor Hueso just has like National Geographic up trying to figure out how to take care of a turtle and he just like mashes it with his previous parenting knowledge.
When the turtles first mutated they were the size of splinter hand. Hueso would be so dumbfounded because it’s one thing to know your customers/adoptive nephews(he’d never admit) used to be actual turtles but it’s another thing to see them as a freshly mutated turtle that’s the sise of your palm.
Like bro would act chill like it was nothing but then use his old desk lamp as a heating lamp worried Leo would freeze cuz he’s cold blooded.
Or forget the mutant shenanigans part and just think about how wholesome it would be. Hueso cooking and turtle tot Leo just licking the spoons and whisks.
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Run away
•Donatello x fugitive/on the run from the law! reader
•Romantic :D
•What if……vigilante meets cute thief?
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Oh no. See, you were currently being hunted by the police for stealing stuff from target. Why target? That’s literally the worst store to rob from, it’s been proven. Why couldn’t you think?
Moving on, you decided that the best tactic was to stay underground. Just for a while. Dress yourself up undercover until it blows over.
The police were hot on your trail. What target item requires this much security? Like genuinely, why are the police chasing you? That’s so stupid.
You hid in an alley. You quickly changed from your black suit(hey, what’s the point of stealing if you’re not looking slutty doing ur?) into a fluffy pink dress with a wave of your hand, and tied your hair into a ponytail.
Oh yeah, did I mention you’re a mutant? Well, kind of. You got caught in a radioactive nuclear blast that resulted in you getting random pink splotches on your body(work with me here, I’m just spitballing) and some cool powers. You were like, Eleven, but more badass.
The police were searching the block, looking for you. Seriously, what did you steal? You just stole a cool looking figurine from the back of the target supply room that was held in a glass box. No biggie. Nonetheless, you needed to hide, and fast. You quickly used your powers to move a manhole cover, and climbed down into the sewers.
Wow. You have been reduced to this. A rat. A pink, thief, rich, rat. Not a desirable outcome, I must admit. Nonetheless, you could back this. It’s got lots of space, a bunch of exits, and it’s stealthy.
Eh, who are you kidding? You’re in the fucking sewers. It’s the pits. It’s where all the dumped human feces go. And you’ve gotta chill here for the next, what, month?
You wandered around. Some many twists and turns, so many different ways to go and get lost. You began to map out everything in your little pocket sketchbook. Atleast you wouldn’t get lost.
Anywa- wait. Is that…..sounds? Like a Lou Jitsu movie? Le gasp! Lou Jitsu is like, the greatest action hero of all time! Whatever was going on, you had to check it out.
When you reached the sound, you found out that someone had made a home in the sewers. With a bed. And a tv. And FOOD! God, you were hungry. It wouldn’t hurt to sneak in, grab some food, and leave, right? You’ve been reduced to common thief anyway, might as well.
So you teleported in. You looked through the kitchen till you spotted something. Something glorious. A box of pizza. You quickly reached in to grab a slice when ‘knocks down entire pile of pots and pans cutely’.
So much for inconspicuous..
Whatever. You quickly grabbed the pizza and began to eat silently. Not your idea of a perfect Sunday, but it’s cool. Suddenly, you heard someone come around the corner.
“Raph, I’m telling you, there’s no one in the kitche-“
What the hell is that? Is-is that a fucking mutant turtle? Sorry, turtles?
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT-“
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Hehe. You like? Took three days.
Part 1(ur here), Part two
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