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

Chapter 8 : Cloud 9 to Ground 0

 When consciousness floated into focus in Y/n's head, she was quick to protest. She was comfortable. A pleasant dreamless sleep had carried her through the night, and the singer wasn't quite ready to let it go. So instead of listening to the prodding of her mind, the girl whined and cuddled closer to the hard mass she was practically on top of. Unlike the first few mornings, when she woke up with a start at the hard surface below her head, Y/n embraced it. After a week of waking up with something, or someone, you get used to it.

A sleepy smile made its way to her lips as she thought back to her first night.

Leonardo held her close to his chest the entire way to the lair. He spoke in a hushed tone, sweet words and explanations for only her to hear. I've missed you, We'll keep you safe, The sewers aren't too bad, My father is excited to meet you. His tone was a comforting beacon in the fog of stress that had been surrounding her. Though she found herself more often than not longing on a single fact.

No matter how closely she was held, now matter where his hands slid as he readjusted his grip, no matter how long she stayed with her back pressed against his chest even after he set her back on her feet, nausea never came. She wasn't afraid of the turtle or his touch. She wasn't uncomfortable. Y/n knew, inside and out, that with Francour, she was safe. It amazed her truly, but she didn't want to think too deeply, afraid that letting her mind spiral in the way it so often did would cause that awful feeling in her gut to appear again.

Instead, she chose to soak in the comfort she could. So she allowed herself to smile as the turtle carefully stood her up right in the living room, her bare feet hesitantly making contact with the concrete floor as the blue clad turtle presented her to the rest of his family.

"Finch, this is my family," He started as he gestured to the group. "You already know April, Casey, and Donnie."

Y/n smiled as she leaned back just enough to feel Leonardo's cool shell against her, being sure to keep her eyes on the group of humans and mutants alike, all staring at her with various degrees of hospitality written across their features. "It's wonderful to see you all again."

"The one in red is Rapheal, and the one in orange is Michelangelo. My younger brothers." Leo pointed them both out as he went. Raphael nodded in acknowledgement and Michelangelo shot her a wink and finger guns. Y/n couldn't stop her giggle, something that caused a pleased expression to appear on the singular rat's face. Her eyes then locked with his, prompting the rodent to step forward with his paw extended towards her, not for a shake, but with his palm up. It only took one glance over her shoulder at Leo for her to know what to do. He was smiling at her, and simply nodded for her to go on as he continued. "This is my father, Master Splinter."

"Hamato Yoshi," The rat said simply as Y/n placed her hand on his paw. A moment later, his free paw was placed on top of her hand, holding it kindly. "I cannot thank you enough for the kindness you showed towards my son during your brief time together. I hope that we are able to extend such hospitality to you in your time of need."

"I simply did what was right, and I am beyond grateful for everything you and your family have already done for me." Y/n responded fondly before looking towards the group. "Please, if there is anything I can do to repay your kindness, don't be afraid to ask."

To everyone's surprise it was Donatello who stepped up with an eager expression on his face. "Actually there is something! You see i've been in need of a second scientific mind for my-"

"Donatello!" Splinter interrupted his son sternly, making his son quickly shut his mouth. "I am certain Ms. Y/n has had a stressful evening. It would be best for everyone if we simply went to bed. Leonardo will escort you."