𝕊𝔼𝕃𝔼ℕ𝔼
𝕊𝔼𝕃𝔼ℕ𝔼
Ch. 1: after the war
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word count: 1,033
tags/cw: self insert, OC, angst, mentions of death & violence, drugs, sibling bonding, unhealthy coping mechanisms
a/n: selene is the backstory to my tmnt oc, Monet. they are the oldest sibling of the turtles and I'll leave a link to their bio so you can understand their character more. this is the first fanfic I've written since 2017 so please forgive me if it sounds like it came from that era. I also don't have a proof-reader, if there are any mistakes I apologize :)
Under the city that never sleeps, next to rumbling tunnels was the surprising quiet of the turtle’s lair and if you were to stand in the center of it all, everything from the world above would be faint to your ears. It was just a few hours away from morning, but there below the skylight on the creaky wood of the highest platform came the harsh stench of cigarette smoke.
A turtle older than the rest taking puff after puff as they stared into the heavily frosted windows above, their aching legs squatting over. Next to them was a busted navy green radio playing some random station, static interrupting most of the lyrics. Memories of everything that had happened in the months before kept them from curling up under freshly washed sheets. Watching the boys they had been around since they were tiny little eggs take down a man, a monster, who had terrorized all of them for years. This whole messed up ordeal was a weight on the eldest shoulders, a weight that wasn’t meant to be carried alone like this. The memory of watching their father die right in front of their eyes didn't help much either, it still lingered in the back of their head hour after hour. And now, because of that, they were responsible for the well-being of four mutant turtles who could honestly take care of themselves just fine but what kind of sibling would that make them if they just abandoned this family because of the heart ache. Splinter would be disappointed wouldn't he? Or maybe he would understand, he had watched his own wife be killed before him, he would understand the absolute horror of witnessing your loved one be brutally murdered before you and the need to get the hell away. Everyday felt like the last, nightmare after nightmare, sleepless nights and aching joints. The heavy lump in your throat that just wouldn't go away, like you're under the pressure of being 20,000 feet below water, swimming up would just be so fucking pointless…
“Monet?”
As quickly as russet eyes widened, the mutant extinguished the flame of their cigarette, discarding it to the side before standing up to face the blue clad turtle behind them. Sneaky brother, you didn’t even creak the wood.
“Leonardo, you should be in bed”
“I could say the same for you” Leonardo retorted as he sat on the edge of the wood, inviting the yellow clad turtle to do the same. The air around them growing thick.
Monet felt themselves huff at the sound of their younger brother’s tone but it wasn’t the first or the last time they’d hear it, and it brought a strange comfort to them. They walked over and plopped down, heavy scarred legs dangling over the wood, surprisingly none of them sustained splinters from these platforms. Leonardo glanced over before sighing and taking off his mask, a habit he had started to grow when he needed to have a tough conversation with someone. He didn’t want the mask in the way he said. Nothing to hide.
“You were smoking again, weren’t you?” It was, of course, obvious. The remaining smoke from the discarded bud still lingering around “Said you would stop months ago”
Monet stared down towards the water below the skylight, one slip and anyone would fall down about 10 feet. The yellow masked turtle shrugged, unaware of the eye bags underneath both their eyes and Leonardo's grim expression.
“It's hard to break habits”
“You know what Donnie said about this”
“Then don't tell him”
Leonardo felt his shell tighten before he shook his head and grabbed Monet's arm tightly, trying to force his older sibling to look at him but they wouldn't budge. How could they? To look into their brother's sharp blue eyes and not notice how much he had grown but instead seeing the baby turtle they had helped raise alongside their father. It was too much.
“Monet, you can't keep avoiding everything, you don't even go out on patrol anymore”
“..I just need time”
“How much time? You're perfectly healthy, and we're hurting just as much as you are but you have to learn how to continue in life” Leonardo spoke up, his words came out a bit harsher then he wanted them to but he had grown far from just worried about Monet.
He couldn't just watch as his sibling withered away in a cloud of cigarette smoke, hell, he had tried to get rid of the packs Monet had brought home but it wasn't enough. Even Donatello, the genius that he was, couldn't find a way to help.
“Please, just..just start joining us on patrol again, ok? We want you around, Mikey misses his big sibling”
Leonardo tried to flash Monet a somber smile but it immediately went away as he watched Monet's eyes tear up as the yellow clad turtle finally looked in his direction. Their bandaged hands trembling as they murmured nothing but ‘I’m sorry’s. He hadn't seen them cry since Splinter’s funeral, Leonardo had finally gotten past a wall of many. This was the moment he had desperately needed to have with his older sibling, to help them heal just as the others had helped each other. Monet sniffled, his snout twitching before they reached over and held Leonardo's face, fingers tracing the details of their baby brother's cheeks, a sad chuckle leaving his throat as he teared up more.
“You’re so much like our dad” Monet whispered as he felt the urge to do something he hadn't done in over a decade.
With a heavy heart, the mutant pulled Leonardo onto his lap and held him close, the exact way a mother would hold her newborn baby. Leonardo froze slightly, his eyes widening in confusion as he glanced up at them.
“What..what are you doing?”
“I used to hold you like this when you were just a baby turtle”
“But I'm not”
“I know, but you'll always be my baby brother to me” Monet just held onto him really tight, a very confused turtle who slowly gave in and leaned into the touch with a warm smile.
a/n: it's shit right? this will probably just be a short series, I just wanted to give Monet an actual story
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𝕊𝔼𝕃𝔼ℕ𝔼
Ch. 2: Bambino
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word count: 922
tags: found family, nothing much really just a kid telling his baby brothers a story :)
a/n: as always, i have no beta-reader, no proof-reader- we die like real men. also, the story is told from Monet's perspective while the turtles are at most 5 or 6 and they're a young teen so they're putting it in a way they might understand while also reminiscing on the past way too much. Monet is also the oldest and took after Splinter the most with the way they speak (this might also be an excuse on why reading this might feel cliche, I'm sorry, i'm stuck in 2017) and now, enjoy!
A lonely man walked into the pet store. I expected to see a child behind him- dragging him by the hand, demanding for a fish to keep as a pet that would probably die in a week or to play with the puppies that jumped around next to the window so that passerbyers would be tempted to adopt one. He seemed tired, heavy eye bags underneath piercing dark eyes and yet he had this gentle smile on his lips. I don't think I will ever forget that smile.
I watched as he walked towards the reptile section, the very section I was resting in underneath my flickering hearing lamp. He glanced around, his reflection bouncing off the glass of the terrariums full of the animals I have watched come and go. None of them seem to catch his interest surprisingly, not even the pretty ones with patterns so colorful they were overwhelming to the eye. He caught my attention, I wanted to follow him around just to see what he might be looking for, maybe he just wanted to see what pets were available for a later date or he was one of those strange college students who came to just watch the lizards and not buy anything at all. I felt myself overthinking so much that I didn’t realize he was standing over the new baby turtle’s enclosure until I glanced his way again. There was a soft glow in his eyes as he knelt down to look at them closely. I remember when those turtles first came into the store, these tiny little eggs with colored markings, watching them hatch and be fed their first pellets. Was he going to take them home? Hopefully, it would be better if he bought all four of them instead of them being separated because an irresponsible child wanted to neglect a pet turtle. I wonder if he might want a fifth, an older turtle who no one wanted. Probably not.
The man smiled one last time before he walked away towards the counter, sparking up a small conversation with the owner of the pet store. She was an older lady, a nice lady, treats us well. I couldn’t hear their conversation from here so I just went back to munching on the fresh celery that was left in my bowl and on the shrub flooring. Someday, someone will want to take me home. I think about that day a lot, especially everytime the others get picked.
Some time went by before the old lady and the man were scooping up all four of the baby turtles and into a smaller glass enclosure so he could take them home. At least, he didn't separate them but then they looked towards me. This strange man motioned his hands in my direction and I honestly sat there a bit confused, celery hanging from my mouth, if I was as sentient as I am now I'd probably be pointing a finger to plastron and going ‘me’?. The old lady started rambling about how I was an old turtle who no one wanted and she was kind enough to keep me around as her own pet but even she couldn't hang onto me for much longer, always making down my price to the point I could just be tossed into the arms of the next customer. I watched as he stared at me for a while before he turned his back to my face and asked to take me home alongside the baby turtles.
The old lady's face beamed with joy as she made her way over and scooped me up, pressing her lips to my shell. The smell of her cheap perfume and powder overwhelming my senses.
“My dear, you're finally going home and with such a kind man”
A chirp left my beak as she took off the scarf around her neck and bundled me up, handing me over to the man who accepted me with no hesitation. After so many years, so many strange faces and sighs, someone is taking me home. I watched as the transaction went through before he waved goodbye to the old lady and I listened as I heard the bell hanging above the door ring one last time. I was a pet.
And then came the part Splinter has spoken about every single time Michaelangelo asks how we came to be.
“Hey! It's a cool story, Momo, now tell us!”
“I know Mikey, I know, I'm getting there”
I don't remember much, just the heavy footsteps that caught up to the man after he had sneaked around trying to follow but I can remember the force of his punches as he fought back when he was cornered. The man held onto us as tightly as he could before being outnumbered and he dropped the enclosure and myself onto the concrete. First there was the sound of glass shattering and then suddenly this green ooze was covering our bodies including his own. He yelled out in anguish and I felt my body shift in so many strange ways that caused me to throw up on the concrete, I didn’t even know turtles could throw up. When I turned around, the man had turned into this giant rat and you were all much bigger than the baby turtles I had watched crack out of their shells, this ooze was the start of a new life for all of us, a life of running and hiding…until we ended up here, in our home.
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T1kT0k and In$st@ are letting me down so I guess I'm switching to Tumblr? I just want to do commissions again
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coming out with a fic tomorrow! I used to be a semi-popular fanfic author on WattPad back in 2016-17, username: sketch pocket, and I really wanna relive that, hopefully I don't get the Ao3 curse.
my popular fic was, unfortunately, Leonardo X Karai/Self-insert (This was at the time Leorai was seen as normal, but oh god incest was way too popular in the damn fandom) and if anyone remembers my user or a fanfic named "Je'taime Amor"...no the absolute fuck you don't :3
Fanart of our favorite loud blonde boy and proof that it's mine with Derivakat's 4am playing in the bg
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