The Singer's Pet Turtle (A Leonardo x Reader Story)

Chapter 7 : A Longing for Home

She didn't remember falling asleep, but (y/n) did know that she was waking up against the hardest pillow she had ever used. Her face wrinkled with discomfort as she began to roll around, attempting to readjust. Unfortunately, the more she moved the more she realized it wasn't just her pillow that was hard, it was her whole bed. Did I fall out of the bed? She asked herself as she attempted to move once more only to be met with imminent resistance when a set of strong arms wrapped around her.

A rough morning voice then echoed in her ears. "Stop moving. More sleeping."

(y/n)'s eyes opened in an instant when she heard the voice. Scanning her surrounding area, the girl quickly realized that she was laying on top of Leonardo, a majority of her body now pressed tightly against his shell as her pet held her close. The girl attempted to look up, but only saw the underside of his face, but even then she could tell that he was more than comfortable, lounging across their couch with her.

Allowing herself to relax against him, (Y/n) took a settling breath.

She liked this. She liked how it felt to lay with him. She liked how comfortable she was. She liked how comfortable Leonardo was. If you would have told her that they would end up falling asleep while cuddling when her turtle was first gifted to her, (Y/n) probably would have laughed, and yet here they were. Having a perfect moment to start their day.

As perfect as it was, (y/n) couldn't fall back asleep. Her father always said she was a morning bird, and most days when she woke with the sun the girl simply used the time to get in a workout. Based upon the heavy turtle arm wrapped around her, (y/n) was pretty sure that that was not going to happen this time. Not that she minded really. A day of rest was important besides, his chest was hard, but growing more and more comfortable as she latched onto the rhythmic sound of his heart beating.

So, instead of attempting to get out of Leonardo's grip, the girl settled in closer and began to think over the day.

It was Thursday, she noted, laundry day. She would need to pick a dress for tomorrow. Black was probably the right choice, after all, the boys usually went with black on showcase nights. Maybe she should call them? She at least needed to practice the songs. Jamsion would kill her if she doesn't. They'll practice again when they arrive on Friday. Early arrival on Friday. She'll miss dinner with Francoeur. Plan dinner for the turtle. Wait, they haven't even eaten this morning. Plan breakfast for today.

She looked up at her turtle once again. Maybe he had an opinion on breakfast this morning. Usually, they just had leftovers or cereal. The boys had annihilated the pizza she had bought last night however, so leftovers were off the table, and (y/n) was sick of frosted flakes. She knows how to cook. Hell she'd been cooking three meals a day since her father died, so anything he may want she was sure she could manage.

"Francoeur," she whispered to him. "Do you want some breakfast?"

Leonardo groaned above her but did little more. He either passed out again or just ignored her. Either way. She needed to move before she got stir crazy or just too hungry. So she tired again, this time banging her forehead against his shell.

"Come on, we can't lay here all day." The girl complained before lifting her head again to watch his face as she gently prodded at his cheekbones.

"Why not." He finally muttered back.

"Because it's laundry day for one," she laughed. "But also because I'm hungry."

Her turtle let out a short grunt,"So?"

This was getting her nowhere, she thought while rolling around in his grip so that their chests pressed together. She needed to get him up, and if he wasn't going to be food motivated then she would be. So with a smirk (y/n) slowly began to wiggle herself up his shell as she gave her ultimatum.