#Tmnt reader

[ferox-imagines]

More cuddly Kiara :p featuring Mikey and April

[applepie972]

Hellooo, I digitized one of my favorite Mikey drawings I'm new to drawing on a cell phone, I accept criticism 💕🙏👾

I hope you like it💃💕

[stellaspectral]

Could I request headcannons on how the rise! and 2012turtles would react to artist reader, who draws them for fun, is embarassed to admit it though but they catch a glimps of a drawing of them which they made? :)

A/N: Sure! 💖

Rise & 2012 Turts React to Artist!Reader

💚 ROTTMNT & 2012 Turtles/Gender Neutral Reader 💚

CWs: None. All characters are aged-up.

Rise!Leo

He’d spot your art with a smirk. “Well, well, well, what artistic endeavor are we hiding here?”

Once he realizes the artwork is of them, and especially him (hopefully in a dynamic, cool pose): “Oh ho ho! You’ve captured my good side! And my other good side!”

Finds it immediately hilarious and endearing. Like, “Aw, you’ve been drawing my perfect face this whole time?” 100% teases you about it but never in a mean way.

He’d absolutely lap up the attention, even if it’s accidental. He’d tease you good-naturedly about your “secret fan art.”

“Don’t be embarrassed! Clearly, you have excellent taste in subjects. Especially this handsome devil.” *finger guns*

Might start posing more dramatically around you “just in case” you want to draw him again. “You know, I am your muse now. That’s canon.”

Like he’ll dramatically fling himself onto the couch, “Oh, woe is me, struck by the sudden urge to be artistically rendered in a moment of heroic contemplation!” He’ll then wink.

Lowkey keeps checking your sketchbook when you’re not looking. Not to snoop—just in case you drew him again.

Rise!Raph

At first, upon seeing your art, he’d be like, “Huh? Whatcha got there?”

Once he sees it, especially if it’s a cool action shot of him looking heroic: “WHOA! Is that ME?! That looks SO COOL!”

He’d be genuinely impressed and flattered, not really understanding why you’re embarrassed. “Why hide this? It’s awesome!”

Raph will pretend he’s not paying attention, but he’ll definitely be flexing a bit more or holding his “cool big brother” stance a little longer if he thinks you might be drawing him.

Raph wouldn’t request, but if you drew a really good action sequence of him protecting his brothers, he’d stare at it for a long time with a big smile.

Gets all flustered but proud. Keeps sneaking peeks at your sketchbook like he doesn’t want to be caught doing it.

Sometimes acts nonchalant, but if you show him a drawing you’re proud of, he gets super shy.

If you ever draw him looking soft or happy, he’ll stare at it longer than he means to. Those are the ones he secretly likes most.

Rise!Donnie

He’d approach your art with scientific curiosity. “An unauthorized artistic rendering? Intriguing.”

He’d analyze the style, the accuracy of his tech and the anatomical proportions. “Hmm, the depiction of my battle shell’s articulation is surprisingly accurate. Did you have reference material, or is this from memory?”

He’d be genuinely impressed by the skill, even if his compliments sound a bit clinical. He might subtly suggest improvements for “technical accuracy” next time.

Probably starts asking technical questions about your process before realizing you’re blushing like mad. “Wait, you’re embarrassed? But you … nailed my jaw structure.”

Donnie might “casually” start working on a particularly intricate piece of tech nearby, angling it so you get a “good view of its complex inner workings, should you choose to document it.”

Donnie might offer to 3D print little maquettes of them for you to use as reference. “It would improve anatomical accuracy by at least 15%, though your current observational skills are, frankly, quite impressive.” He’d also be fascinated if you drew their mystic powers, analyzing how you interpret non-physical energy.

Starts leaving small upgrades for your drawing supplies—new pens, sketchpads, even a custom-built stylus if you’re digital.

Might ask if he can scan your sketches into his files for “data preservation.” (It’s 100% just because he wants to look at them.)

Rise!Mikey

Pure, unadulterated excitement upon seeing your art. “O! M! G! Is that US?! You DREW us?!”

He’d be bouncing off the walls, absolutely thrilled. “This is the COOLEST THING EVER! Look at me, I look so dynamic! And the colors!”

He’d be the most understanding of your shyness but also the most enthusiastic about getting you to share. “Aww, don’t hide it! This is amazing!”

Would probably hug you and the drawing (if you let him).

Mikey is your hype-man. He’d also try to “collaborate” by adding his own doodles or stickers to your sketchbook page if you let him (and sometimes if you don’t).

Wants to see every single page. Will not drop it even if you’re begging him not to look.

Might tape one of the sketches to the wall in the lair, claiming it’s “museum-worthy.”

Starts calling himself your “muse supreme” or “artspiration.”

2012!Leo

Sees the sketch accidentally while helping you pick up something. His leader instincts would kick in. “What’s this?”

Once he sees it’s them: a moment of surprise, then a small, almost imperceptible smile. “You … you drew us?”

He’d be quite touched. “This is … very good. You’re very talented.”

He’d be gentle about your embarrassment. “There’s no need to be ashamed. It’s clear you put a lot of effort into this.”

He’d appreciate the gesture deeply, seeing it as a sign of your trust and friendship, but might subtly ask if you’ve shown anyone else.

Leo might “coincidentally” practice his katana forms where you have a good vantage point, holding poses slightly longer. If you look up and catch his eye, he’d offer a small, encouraging nod before resuming.

“You drew me … with my swords out. That’s … really cool. And kinda flattering.” He’s a little shy about it but tells you he likes it. Probably doesn’t mention it again unless you bring it up, but will treasure the mental image. Secretly hopes there’s more.

Also secretly keeps a folded version of your sketch in a book or drawer. Doesn’t talk about it much, but it clearly means a lot. He’ll defend your art fiercely if anyone downplays it.

2012!Raph

“Hey, what are you hidin’?” Gruff as usual when he spots your art, but still curious.

Sees the drawing. Eyebrow ridge raises. A beat of silence. “… Is that supposed to be me?”

At first, he might joke a little to hide how touched he is. “Could’ve made me buffer, but okay.” Gets a little red in the ears. “Thanks … for drawin’ me, I guess.”

If you made him look tough and cool, a tiny, almost invisible smirk might appear. He’d scoff at your embarrassment. “What, you think it’s bad or somethin’? It’s … not terrible.” (Which is high praise from him).

Might try to act like it’s not a big deal, but he keeps checking if you’ve drawn him again.

If you catch him staring at a drawing for too long, he’ll grumble, “It’s not like I asked you to draw me lookin’ cool …”

You notice he starts sticking around longer when you sketch, trying to act casual. And he might leave little “suggestions” like: “If you’re gonna draw me again, maybe this pose would be cool. Just sayin’.”

Once, after a hard mission, you gave him a sketch of him looking strong and protective. He kept that one.

2012!Donnie

His initial reaction is genuine curiosity. “Oh, what have you got there?”

His eyes would widen slightly upon seeing the drawing. “Fascinating! Is that … us? Your grasp of our unique physiology is quite impressive! Did you use references? This foreshortening is impressive.”

He’d be technically complimentary. But then he looks up and sees you looking like you’re about to evaporate and realizes—oh. You were keeping that private.

He’d be understanding of your embarrassment. “Oh, please don’t feel self-conscious! It’s a wonderful piece of art. Perhaps you could even help me design some new tech interfaces with your artistic eye?”

He’d probably ask if he could scan it to “analyze the artistic rendering techniques for his database.”

Donnie might start explaining the mechanics of his latest invention to you in more detail, “hoping you can visualize it.” A subtle hint for you to draw it.

Donnie would scan them at high resolution and keep them in a password-protected folder on his T-Phone, possibly analyzing your evolving style over time.

He’d love a drawing of you and him working on tech together. He might even frame it in his lab.

2012!Mikey

Upon seeing your art: “What’s that?! Ooh, a drawing!” Then his jaw would drop. “NO WAY! YOU DREW US?! THAT’S AWESOME-SAUCE!”

He’d be incredibly hyped, grabbing the drawing (gently!) to get a closer look.

You’re dying inside but he’s already flipping through your sketchbook. “Why didn’t you show me sooner?! We could’ve been an artist team! I model, you draw—BOOM.”

He’d be completely oblivious to why you’re embarrassed, or rather, he’d try to overwhelm your embarrassment with pure enthusiasm.

Would immediately start posing and asking you to draw him right now.

Mikey would have a “super-secret awesome art stash” hidden somewhere only he (and maybe Ice Cream Kitty) knows about.

Wants to hang the art in his room. Constantly asks when the next “issue” of “Mikey Art” is coming out.

If you ever get insecure about your art, he’ll hug you tight. “Dude. You made me look awesome. That’s, like, peak talent.”

[fromtheshadowsnyc2]

Interlude I

[Green Divider is credited to @firefly-graphics]

Another late night in Chinatown, busy as ever. While most of New York might be pretending to sleep, at the least, there are still some shops and restaurants that remain open to the public. Or at least, to certain customers.

Mrs. Liu has been running her midnight teahouse for the past fifty years, ever since she snatched up her own children and left China—as well as her dreadful first husband—for a life she’d hoped would be much better. So it goes without saying that she’s seen her fair share of crazy shit. After all, this isn’t just New York, it’s Chinatown. All kinds of things happen on this side of the city—much like in other places.

So, honestly, the two customers currently sitting in one of her booths barely make her flinch. 

But still, an old woman can’t help but be curious about the hushed conversation taking place over two steaming cups of tea. After all, they’re in her restaurant. She has every right to eavesdrop.

“…So, listen. About Halloween—”

“No.”

“You didn’t even let me finish!”

“I don’t have to. This is the same conversation we’ve all been having for two years now.”

“Yeah, with the key phrase being ‘two years’. It’s been long enough, hasn’t it?”

His mouth twists, somehow making his solemn frown deeper. Then he’s shaking his head, before taking a gentle sip from his cup of tea.

“Still too risky. Halloween is already a busy night to begin with. Trick ‘r treating, the parties, the damn parade—and that doesn’t even cover the worst of it: Initiation Night.”

“Trust me, you don’t need to remind me about Initiation Night. I’ve been tracking that with my cameras for years now. But that just drives my point home. There’s only so much we can do from the shadows. What better way to catch gang initiates than among the people?”

“…Mikey really sold you on that idea, huh.”

“He wants to attend this party on South Street Seaport. Supposed to be in this warehouse by the water.”

“South Street…? That’s near Purple Dragon territory. Right on the border.”

“Yep.”

“And you agreed, because…?”

Pause. Then they both lean forward, whispering like the wind against trees.

“…There’s been some talk. Rumors about this new drug the dragons want to try out.”

His hand clenches against the table as he growls.

“And they want to test it out on the populace.”

“Not just that—we’re talking teenagers, kids just like us. Kids that the cops will overlook because of one reason or another when they disappear. And by the time they will give a shit? It might be too late. We can’t sit back and risk this happening.” 

“...”

“Leo…” 

“I know. Yeah, I know.” Sigh. “I don’t like it, but you have a point. But we’ll need to be careful. If this turns into a fight, it’ll be the first big fight we’ve had since what went down in Stockman’s lab. And we’re down to three now, remember that.”

“…I know. It won’t be easy. Hell, it hasn’t been easy since—”

He doesn’t continue. Just lets his words hang unsaid in the air…because, truthfully, it isn’t necessary to speak it out loud. They both already know. They’ve both talked about it so many times at this point, it’s pointless to hash it out again. What would change? 

Nothing…because he would still be gone.

They can only move forward. For now, at least.

After taking his last sip of tea, he firmly places the ceramic cup back on the table with a sense of finality. His brother does the same.

“Well, that’s settled then. Let’s get going. Sensei will be waiting for us…and we need to have a talk with Mikey.”

“…Right.”

With all that said and done, the two of them slowly get up from their seats and head to the back to take their exit. Before they do, the one in blue—with his swords sheathed behind him—turns around to give her a polite smile. The one in purple leans on his bo to do the same.

“Thanks for the tea, Mrs. Liu! Was perfect as always.”

Mrs. Liu pauses in cleaning the counter, her mouth spreading into a smile.

“Anytime, dear! Give your father my regards, both of you.” 

“Of course!”

“Will do, Mrs. Liu!”

And with the opening of a window and the whisper of the autumn breeze, both brothers are gone.

Mrs. Liu stares at the spot they were standing in for quite a while, blinking slowly. Then she glances over at the table they were sitting in. And then, after humming in thought, she walks to the back of her teahouse and opens a special cabinet—from which she pulls out a bottle of her finest and most potent wine.

They’re good boys and all, she thinks while pouring into her glass. But seeing them sometimes makes me want to retire. 

After all, once you’ve seen them, you’ve officially seen everything in this city.

[v4ciaa]

thinking about posting the bay! raph headcanons that have been stashed away in my drafts for months…or something like that…

[3llio]

Blue

2012 Leo x Fem!Reader

AN: It took me embarrassingly long to get into the flow with this one and I actually had to scrap about 200 words in the beginning ߹𖥦߹ anyways I hope you enjoy this @jakiicomics ٩(>ᴗ<)و

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At first, he would be a bit taken aback by your new look simply because he doesn't have a strong opinion on people dying their hair.

But after the initial shock wears off, he’s actually pretty giddy.

Like “Oh my god, she dyed her hair blue because of me!” and he’s got a dopey grin on his face like he's watching his favorite episode of Space Heroes.

As much as he tries to downplay it and be humble, he's very flattered.

He really gets to thinking about the fact that HE’S the reason you dyed your hair- AND it's his signature color late at night while he's trying to go to sleep.

Would you regret staying up til 3 and maybe staining your bathtub? Probably.

But would you ever regret the look on Leo’s face when you walked into the lair with blue hair? Absolutely not.

Upon entering the lair with your signature greeting, you attempt to spot each turtle. Mikey is messing around on his skateboard and calls out a quick hello as he quickly glides past you. He even comments on your new look with a “Sick hair, dudette!”. Donnie was in his lab, not bothering to look up from his laptop as you passed by. And Leo is… Leo is nowhere to be seen, nor is Raph.

You head towards the dojo where you suspect you’ll find your boyfriend and his brother. And to no one’s surprise, they’re both sparing with each other when you take a peek inside.

But to everyone’s surprise, it's Raph who spots you first.

“Oh hey Leo, looks like your girlfriend is here.” Raph talks with a sly grin as he exchanges blades with Leo.

“Yeah, right, Raph. You’re not going to trick me with that again-”

“Hey Leo!” You call out from the door and watch in live action as Leo falters, giving Raph the perfect opportunity to sweep him off his feet. The hot-headed mutant chuckles as he walks out the door a few seconds later, muttering to you a quick “thanks” before he leaves the two of you alone.

By the time you had turned back towards the dojo, Leo was standing in front of you, surprisingly silent.

You chuckled nervously at his lack of expression.

“You… You dyed your hair?” The way he said it made his statement sound like a question. His eyes darted back and forth between your hair and your face for a second before he suddenly became very animated. “I-I mean it looks great- I mean you look great! It's different from your usual look!” His nervousness betrayed him as he gave you a tight smile and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Do you like it? I took some inspiration.” You pointed your finger up and down at him.

“Wait… You dyed your hair blue because of me?!” You could have sworn you heard his voice crack as he pointed back at himself.

Later that night, Leo found himself pacing his room instead of actually sleeping.

He couldn't believe it. You altered your physical appearance because of him! The thought made him feel excited and left him with a feeling of honor. He could only hope to keep inspiring you.

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[atomicdaydream]

The Worst Part is Not Knowing

A TMNT Short

LeoXFem!Reader

Click clack clack click

You wrapped your arms around yourself, staring out at the rain. It was coming down in heavy sheets, obscuring the street below. You sighed, wondering when it would finally let up. You were tired of the gray hazy days and long cold nights. You were so ready for the sun! To feel it on  your face, your arms, your shoulders. Silently, you pressed your hand to the window, saying a silent prayer for your beloved. Nights like these made you nervous for him and his brothers. The rain made it easier for bad men to hide in the shadows. Leaving your extended family vulnerable. 

You glanced at the clock on the small nightstand next to your bed. 1:00 a.m.. He was late. He normally stopped by around midnight. Your apartment was conveniently on his route back towards the lair. The cup of tea that you made him sat chilled by the window, steam no longer rising from its center. Your heart skipped a beat as you tried to shove away the hundreds of negative thoughts that threatened to pull you under. You refused to believe that something had happened to him. To any of them. He must have got caught up with something. Maybe a robbery? A mugging?

You smirked to yourself, remembering how you met him, once upon a time finding yourself in an alley at the end of a gun. You remembered how calm and collected he had been when he rescued you and so very sweet. The fact that he was a 6 foot mutant turtle absolutely meant nothing to you. He was taken aback by your nonchalant attitude. So much so that he felt comfortable enough to introduce himself to you. 

“My name is Leonardo.” His brilliant blue eyes sparkled as he looked you over. “But you can call me Leo.” He smirked.

Leo. The most beautiful name in the world.

Slowly, his brothers introduced themselves as well. 

That was five years ago. 

How time flies! Especially when you finally find where you belong. Over the course of those five years, you found yourself down in the sewers more than you ever thought possible. Leo wanted you to move in with him, but you just weren't ready. Now, staring out the window, you regretted that choice. What if something did happen? You quickly glanced at your cell. Should you call? What if he’s in the middle of a fight? Would it distract him? Making something inadvertently happen to him? Your gut twisted and squirmed. Now was the time when you really hated that Splinter didn’t have a cell phone. 

Your mind whirled. Who could you call? Casey? You looked at the clock again. Would he even answer? You licked your lips, walking over to your phone. You slid your finger over Casey’s name, your breath hitching as you waited for him to answer. 

“Y/N?” His sleepy voice came over the line. 

“I’m sorry, Casey. I’m having a bit of a hard time.” You explained. 

“What’s going on?” He asked, more alert. 

“It’s Leo. He’s late. He’s never late!” Your emotions began spiraling out of control. 

“Hey, Y/N! Calm down, hun! I’m sure he’s ok! I haven’t heard anything from the guys. I’m sure they’d call if he wasn’t ok.” He said, his words soothing your mind.  “I’d call you if that ever happened.”

Tears stung your eyes. “I didn’t think about that.” You said softly.

“Tell you what. Let me give Raph a call and I’ll call you back. Ok?” He said. 

You nodded. “Yeah. Ok. Thank you, Casey.”

“Sure thing! Be right back!” He hung up, a buzzing sound filling your mind as you pulled the phone away from your ear. 

Seconds felt like hours as you stared down at your phone, your eyes fixed on the time. 1:30am.. You squeezed your eyes shut, intense dread filling your gut. “Please be ok!” You whispered harshly. You were definitely going to insist that you at least be able to text him while they were out on patrol from now on! There’s no way your heart could handle another night like this! Your hand absentmindedly squeezed your phone as you sat down on the edge of your bed. “Come on, Casey!” 

“Hey.” Leo’s voice suddenly drifted across your bedroom.

You instantly stood, your phone falling to the floor as you locked eyes with him. “Leo.” You whispered. 

He took a few steps toward you, the base of his shell dripping as he left wet footprints on your carpet. “I’m sorry I’m late, Y/N.” 

You thought you’d be angrier at him, that you’d sling a few biting remarks, but the truth was, you were just glad he was there and most importantly that he was OK! You shook your head slightly, a few tears falling down your cheeks. Without another word you ran to him. You wrapped your arms around him, your pajamas soaking up the rain from his plastron. Leo sighed, wrapping his arms around you as well as he kissed the top of your head. 

“We need to come up with a better arrangement.” You said as you pulled back to look up at him. 

“I agree. Does this mean you’ll move in with me?” He smirked. 

“Among other things.” You sighed, leaning up to kiss him. Just behind you, your phone dinged. You didn't need to look to know it was Casey texting you that Leo was in fact quite alright.

@leosgirl82 @thelaundrybitch

[chaoticspeedrun]

Hi hi Anastasia Donnie.. got a question.

In the kingdom of the place that you live, what is your favourite bird?

I must know, my heart cannot take it.

Even the birds were smart enough to escape.

[r1k-y9]

Prolonged Communication Chapter 3

It was the day after the Kraang’s attempt at an invasion. April was watching the television, slumped on her couch, watching idly. So much had happened. The memories flashed quickly in her head, like a videotape rolling each rollercoaster of emotions and what she had experienced.

She and the turtles may have celebrated the night before but that was probably a mistake considering her body aches from running around, skidding, and being held by leather restraints. 

Today, she is feeling the physical labor and she vows to take a rest day! No madness! No hanging with the brothers! No going out! She is staying in and lazing around!

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Casey stumbles, accidentally bumping a shorter bright redhead (or ginger? He couldn’t tell as the girl ran off quickly.), bidding a quick apology before continuing to type on his phone, occupied with his conversation with you. 

Real&LastName

dabestboy

wth?! da hell u mean an invasion hapned????!!

tf?????!!!

Real&LastName

Ikr :pepe_shrugs:

I had no idea either 

Until

I looked out my window

And

:boom_gif:

INVASION!!

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[nesting-dreams]

Thinking about writing some really good, too sweet, fluffs for this fandom.

[tasenwrobots]

They be living with the ultimate spoiler alert frfr

[applepie972]

Another little drawing, I hope you like it😛💖

I need to buy colored pencils 😭

[stellaspectral]

Sun Killer (chapter 15)

💙 ROTTMNT Leonardo/Female Reader ★ Donatello/Female Reader 💜

Donnie steps out, posture slightly hunched, goggles pushed up, dark smudges under his eyes. He scans the room—first his brothers, then the kitchen. Then you. He stops short. There’s a beat of silence between you. His brow furrows like he’s trying to remember how to function socially. You wonder if he’s going to say something. He heads for the fridge, snatching something from it, and closes it. “Hey,” you say, softly, not wanting to spook him.

Rating: Mature

Tags: Reader-Insert, Female Reader, Angst, Slow Burn, Human/Turtle Relationships (TMNT), Aged-Up Character(s), Post-Movie: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2022), Canon-Typical Violence, The Turtles Have PTSD (TMNT), Neurodivergent Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Abusive Parents, Religious Trauma, Anti-Religious Sentiment, Minor Original Character(s), Drama, References to Drugs, Autistic Donatello (TMNT), Nightmares, Drinking, Vomiting, Hangover, No Turtlecest (TMNT), Eventual Romance, Not Poly, Hidden City (TMNT), Mystic Powers (TMNT), Loss of Parent(s), Grief/Mourning, Swearing, Donatello is Bad at Feelings (TMNT), Supportive Michelangelo (TMNT), Medic Leonardo (TMNT), Panic Attacks, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: In a way, moving to New York was your attempt at starting over.

But you didn’t expect to be entangled with the very heroes who had saved the world from total catastrophe. Even less so could you have predicted being thrust into the heart of a dangerous conspiracy that may become more personal than you ever thought possible.

💖 Read on AO3 💖

[oozedninjas]

Fucking after they thought they lost you.

WARNINGS: NSFW | 18+ | thirtysomething ninja turtles | Drama? |

Leo holds you so tight it hurts. His thrusts are slow and sensual, sweet. Needy in a way that makes your heart ache. It's all soft moans, ragged breaths, and soft kisses ghosting your neck. Don't ever scare him like that again. Don't freakin' dare to leave. You belong here, warm and safe under him.

Raph kisses you as his very life hangs on your breath. Relentlessly bucking his hips, making sure to reach every sweet spot inside that pretty cunt until you're begging him to let you come. He will, so fuking good you'll be a mess when he's done with you, But first, you have to promise never to be that reckless again.

Donatello: What are the odds of a human surviving that? Little to zero, according to his calculations. Yet, here you are. And he’s learned something valuable: his heart is no longer only an internal organ. It's right here, in every breath you take, in the softness of your skin, in the beautiful way you squirm as he keeps abusing your clit. Fuck, he's never going through this again. He'll do better at keeping you safe.

Mikey: The tip of his cock kisses the softest part inside you as he keeps your legs wide open, rubbing his lower half over your clit as he moves. It feels so fucking good you don't care if you're drooling. Mikey bites your shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut as he focuses on the warmth of your walls sucking him deeper, needier—

"I'm close- "

"I know, I can feel it. Let go, angel— come for me,"

All the worries are drowned right there. You're here. You're his, you'll never be at such a risk again, it's a promise.

[cryptozombologist]

facial scan technology is really convenient. sometimes

[chaoticspeedrun]

Someone I will not name got knights into my head because they wrote a damn LOVELY FRAGMENT BETWEEN A KNIGHT AND A SERVANT AND THE KNIGHT IS YEARNING AND IN LOVE AND-

Anyways, knight Leo and Victoire as a princess, featuring: Her natural hair.