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jayalaw · 10 months

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Nimona Deviation: What if Ballister Saved The Queen?

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Ballister sees the laser. His training takes over, and he redirects the laser. The problem is, he over-corrects because some part of him knows that a laser should not shoot out of the other end of a sword. He shouts, "Look out!" but can barely hear it in his ears as he spins the blade.

So the laser hits him square in the shoulder. He screams as he is falling, feeling it go through his flesh. The armor takes most of the blow, but it is clear that he is injured.

People scream as well. The knights pull the Queen out of the firing range as the laser rings out, hitting willy-nilly. Ambrosius slices the sword in half to kill the laser. He then cradles Ballister, telling him not to move, that he will be okay. A spark of vengeance lies within him; someone tried to kill his boyfriend, and in public no less.

No one suspects that the queen was the actual target. She got a mild graze from the blade, but was otherwise unharmed. Not a drop of blood on her outfit.

The Director is shocked that Ballister managed to avoid gaining the reputation that he manufactured. Instead of being a queen-killer, there is a manhunt for whoever tried to kill the "knight who was not quite right" in this realm. Far from turning him into a villain, she has turned him into a hero. No one knows if he can pick up a weapon again or even if he will survive the attempt.

Ambrosius alternates spending days between being at Ballister's bedside, as the latter is semiconscious. He talks to his boyfriend, promising that they'll find the bastard that gave him a rigged sword. The queen also visits, making sure that the guards are sent away while she strokes his hair. They had to shave his face to apply medical attention, and the queen is sorry about that. She promises that she will find a place for this commoner who rose all above the rest.

A girl appears at Ballister's bedside. He wonders if she is a hallucination brought on by the pain meds and the occasional alcohol. Ballister wonders how close he is to dying. That's why he accepts the booze that she sneaks into him; doctors can't tell him to not drink if it's only a hallucination. Yet the burn feels real.

Her name is Nimona. She doesn't explain how she got past the guards. Ballister, thinking she is some sort of angel of death, mutters that he needs to talk to the squire. The squire gave him the sword. But why would the squire want him dead? Nimona promises to get the answers, and blood on his behalf.

Turns out that she didn't need to do much; she brings the squire, all terrified, to Ballister's bedside. He had been meaning to come, but had been too scared. Not of Ballister, or of what he calls the "monster" with pink hair. But of someone else.

Ballister is confused. Who would threaten the squire? And who would scare him? Was it Todd?

The squire scoffs; no one is scared of Todd. But they need privacy. Nimona turns off the cameras at his request. The security feeds that are meant to keep this not-all-right knight alive. He brings out his cellphone. They watch as the Director switches the swords.

Ballister wants to show the footage to Ambrosius, begs Nimona to get it to him. Nimona promises. This time, however, Ballister doesn't think that Nimona would leak the footage. She is an angel of death, a hallucination. Sure, the squire can see her, but the Squire's life is also on the line. First rule of knighthood is that no one hurts the squires. You do, and you will get shunned for life by the other knights. They will know that you picked on one of their own who had yet to earn his sword. Even Todd, for all his bravado, would never hurt a squire.

When the footage appears on the nightly news, Ballister realizes two things:

1) He's not dying

2) He has exposed the kingdom to anarchy by showing that the Director tried to kill him.

and most importantly:

3) The girl was real. So was the meeting with the squire.

Ballister wants to get out of bed and demand explanations, and to explain that it wasn't him. He still isn't recovered, though, and his muscles are weak. The nurse that's on-call with him turns on the television, and they watch as the Queen has to address the fear, the horror. She says that she is arresting the Director and putting her on trial. The Queen still does not know that Ballister was a misfire, and it could have been her on the news when the Director made that confession. It's a kingdom that fights monsters, but they also know what to do with criminals. So they will demand an explanation, why the Director went against the Queen's wishes.

Ambrosius, for his part, cannot believe it. He has to put the Director in shackles and lead her to a cell. It is one of the nicer ones, meant for political prisoners or for naughty royal children that commit casual vandalism.

"Why?" he asked as he unlocks her shackles and allows her to sit in a comfortable arm-chair. She doesn't even deserve that much, with how much pain and suffering that she caused.

"It was for the good of the realm," she responded, looking him straight in the eye. "A commoner would cause a crack in the wall that protects us. You should know that as a descendant of Gloreth."

When he comes to visit Ballister the next day, the first thing he does is apologize. He can't believe that the Director would hurt one of their knights, and she didn't even give a good reason.

Ballister can barely hear the apology. His shoulder is throbbing; pain is good, and he can move it a little. He wonders if he can even move his toes. But he can start therapy soon, the nurses reassure him. Luckily, the laser missed his spine. He can go out there and try to figure out how to go in and make justice happen. More importantly, he can figure out who that girl was, and why she decided to help him, while sabotaging the realm. Generally, strange teenagers do not just wander into hospital rooms and leak information online.

He asks for Ambrosius to find the girl. To tell her to hide, and to hide the Squire. The Director may be in jail, but she may go after the Squire in some twisted form of revenge. They don't know what she's capable of if she had been able to switch the weapons. If she could sabotage a sword that would go for a knight, the sky is the limit regarding what else that she can do. There is too much at stake, too many people that could or couldn't get hurt. Prison can only hold a traitor for so long.

To humor his boyfriend, who has probably had a rough night dealing with betrayal and having some bad night terrors, Ambrosius agrees. He is certain that a little girl could not get in and out of the hospital while avoiding detection. The queen has ordered Ballister under protection.

Trial dates are set, and people are waiting. People have sent flowers to Ballister. All sweets are inspected. The Queen assigns the Squire a retinue of bodyguards. Some of the knights, like Todd, mock him for needing protection, but still others are impressed that the Squire had the balls to leak the footage. He tells them that he didn't, that a girl took his phone. No one believes him. The news asks who is loyal to the Director, after she tried to kill a commoner. People have questions.

Sometimes Ambrosius, when he visits, sees a cat snuggled up with Ballister. Unusual color, but resting on his heart. Ballister breathes more easily on those nights. Yet the cat never appears on camera. Those are the nights that the camera goes out, and the flowers are eaten. Ambrosius wonders why the hospital would have a therapy cat that isn't well-behaved. He has had no luck in finding the girl from Ballister's nightmares. That is until he hears the Squire with exasperation telling his story again. That he was talking to a girl with pink hair. The same one that Ballister mentioned.

The cat has to be the clue. It only appeared after the video leaked.

So Ambrosius comes one night after hours. He doesn't go to Ballister's room where his boyfriend is sleeping. Instead, he watches the cameras. The guards doze at the monitors. He stays awake. When the cameras flicker, he goes to inspect. The cat slips out of Ballister's hotel room, and Ambrosius follows.

She changes into a girl in a storage space. Hospital mattresses are here. Ambrosius's jaw drops. No one has seen monsters since Gloreth's time. But it's clear what she is. Only a monster could change like that.

But she exposed Ballister's would-be killer. That had to mean something. So he sheathes his sword, and knocks. She turns, hair whipping. Ambrosius says he doesn't want to harm her. He wants to talk. And thank her.

He and the girl talk; she demands pizza first, with no anchovies. Yes, he's scared of a monster, but this monster is helping his boyfriend recover. Plus, he wants answers. Who is she? Why did she leak the video? Why is she staying with Bal?

They talk through the night. Nimona is suspicious, but she realizes that he's the real deal. There are things she doesn't say, like what she is, or how far her powers stretch. She doesn't explain her backstory. But she says that she saw Ballister was like her.

He asks how; she says that Ballister wasn't supposed to die. He was supposed to kill the queen. And he would have become the villain of the kingdom.

Ambrosius needs to sit on hearing this. He asks how is Nimona sure. How could she be sure? Nimona says that she saw the footage. If Ballister had stood still, the laser would have hit the queen. As it was, he turned it in record time. Any sooner, and the queen would have died.

He can't believe it. The Director wouldn't do such a thing; Ballister was her pet, her favorite student. How can Nimona make those accusations?

Nimona tells him how they can prove it. They just need a cellphone.

In the Director's cell, the Queen enters. She dismisses the guards and asks to talk to the Director alone. She is reading. The Queen asks her why she switched Ballister's sword, presenting the blade. The truth this time, no more lies. Tell the truth, and maybe she will get clemency during her trial. The Director was a loyal employee for years.

The Director's eyes flash. She considers the sword and answers. That blade was meant for the queen's stomach and not the director's shoulder. Just as it was meant for now.

She impales the queen, who keels over. The Director calls her out for being a weak ruler, one that went against Gloreth's original intentions. She bribed the guards so they would look the other way. With the laser in the sword, there is no blood or fingerprints. They'd deposit the queen and make it look like she was murdered in bed. Chaos and bedlam, and they would need a strong ruler. Ambrosius can never be king due to being a knight, and they'd need a ruler. The guards loyal to her would help the Director secure a pardon and direct the city.

It all seems so final. Then the Queen stands and pulls out the blade. She tells her thank you for her honesty. Then she changes into a girl with pink hair and gives a thumbs-up.

Ambrosius got it all on camera. He's sweating, shaking. The Director would have killed the queen and nearly got his boyfriend murdered. This monster was right. And there are corrupt guards on staff. He and Nimona leave, seeking an audience with the real queen. Nimona uploads the footage, of course.

No friendship born from hiding in the shadows, no pizza parties with sharks or otters. Instead, a trio working with a ruler that truly wants change and will listen to the truth. Ambrosius sneaks into pizza, and properly gets to know Nimona.

Consider what would have happened if Ballister's reflexes had been faster.

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stickylizardcave · 9 months

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a hammer to the statue of david

The proof is shattered at their feet. Tensions are high. Loyalties are in question.

Ambrosius reaches out. Ballister takes a chance.

Things go a little differently.

Ao3 Mirror

Warnings for: Canon-typical Violence, Mentioned Suicidal Thoughts, author’s Blatant abuse of italics and commas

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It’s hard to breathe. Staring down a gilded blade at Ambrosius, there’s an ache in Ballister’s chest; one that had been there for days now. Ambrosius’s face is pinched in a way he knows that the other man is thinking deeply and torn. With the Director still standing at Ambrosius’s shoulder and Ballister’s proof shattered on the ground, it’s all he can do to plead silently.

The stare-down stretches on for what feels like an eternity.

“Ambrosius…please. I am begging you to trust me-”

The sword raises a little higher, cutting into his words and his heart just the same. He feels like he’s going to shatter.

Two little motions.

Promise. Truth.

You promise you are telling the truth?

Ballister met Ambrosius’s gaze. His metal fingers flicked back. Promise. Always.

Something shifted in Ambrosius’s expression, a softening that soothed the ache in his chest ever so slightly. One more sign, play along.

He sets his shoulders in assent as Ambrosuis says, “Arrest them.”

A breath, standing straighter. Playing along. “You wanna know who the kid is?”

And beside him, he knows Nimona’s expression has shifted into excitement, “Oh-ho, I like where this is going!”

He keeps his gaze on Ambrosius even as he continues speaking in a low voice, “Let’s break stuff.”

The fight starts and it's a whirlwind of activity. Guard after guard, dodging and weaving, working with Nimona’s chaos and adapting on the fly. It’s fun, almost. Ambrosius has dropped back, shepherding the Director to the carriage, getting her out of the way. He stands on ‘guard’ until the carriage is in the air and by then, most of the others are down.

Then they’re falling and then they’re all the base of the building. He’s fighting more guards and then Ambrosius is there, their swords clashing together. Their eyes meet again.

Play along.

“Well, if it isn’t the Golden Boy,” he sneers and they start their dance. Years of duels and spars and training settle on them, perfectly matched in every way. The rest of the world melts into blurred color. Familiar. They clash again, closer. Ambrosius’s eyes glance down at his metal arm, then looks at him with pain and guilt. I’m sorry, he mouths before saying more clearly, “You won’t get away with this!”

Ballister’s gaze softens. I know.

Taunts and jabs thrown at each other, meaning nothing and only there to keep up the ruse. Swing, dodge, parry. Their swords meet again, again. They pretend to struggle against each other’s blade, more of a casual press than the full-force shove it looks like they’re doing. Ambrosius’s mouth is a thin line. I love you. Ballister’s throat closes. He twists, Ambrosius lets his hands go slack and his sword goes flying, and then he’s on the ground.

Ballister takes a chance.

He grips the other’s breastplate with his metal hand, hoisting the man up, and murmurs under his breath, “The eastern forest. Two miles out, in the old sector. There’s a tower. Meet us there.” A pause. “Sorry about this- ”

And then he punches Ambrosius across the face.

Ballister stands, looking down at his other half with a wince, and then he’s grabbed by Todd and dragged away and everything becomes a blur.

It’s easy for Ambrosius to slip away in the chaos afterwards. To follow the direction the fugitives had fled before splitting off from the search party. Easier still to escape into the forest, to shed his armor and sword, stashing them away in the roots of a tree. He pulls his cloak tight, chilled to be in just his under-clothes after wearing the gilded armor’s weight for so long.

When he finds the abandoned hover-cart, hastily hidden, he knows he’s on the right track. Old cracked stone soon comes into view, overgrown and dilapidated. Faintly, he can hear a young voice, full of pain.

“...little kids grow up believing they can be a hero if they drive a sword into the heart of anything different, and I’m the monster?”

Ambrosius swallows heavily, creeping quietly towards the half-open door. (He sees a young girl with long hair standing alone in the road, surrounded by dust, looking at where another child had been pulled away. Her face crumples into anguish, before she’s pulled onto a hover-cart and disappears.) There’s silence inside for a moment. Then-

“...Sometimes…I don’t know what’s scarier. The fact that everyone in this kingdom wants to run a sword through my heart, or…that sometimes…” The voice cracks, “-I just wanna to let ‘em.”

He freezes as a dull ache suddenly forms in his chest. A memory jumps to the forefront of his mind. A long night years ago, just after he had realized he was in love with his best friend.

Ballister lying in his bunk, half-delirious with fever from an infected wound he got in drills the week before, tears streaming silently down his face from the pain. Ambrosius remembers brushing back dark hair before placing a new icepack on the boy’s forehead, pulling a clammy hand into both of his own. Bal’s eyes had cracked open, out of focus and looking at nothing. In a rough rasping whisper he says, “Brosius...I feel like ‘m dying…” Bal shuttered and then sighed in a way-too-resigned way, “Maybe…it wou’’be better if I did…I think e’eryone is countin’ on it anyway…”

Ambrosius is sure that Ballister does not remember that night, but he does. He can’t forget it. He can’t forget how it felt like he had been stabbed clean through at that moment, staring down at Ballister’s pale face in horror and thinking about how he can’t lose the other boy. Not after he had just figured out just how much Ballister meant to him.

That same pain returns and oh , he understands now. Understands how Ballister could look at the shapeshifter and see her. Understands when he hears Ballister start moving, saying, “We have to get you out of here-”

A breath and under the cover of the noise the other man is making, Ambrosius gently pushes open the door, standing on the threshold. Both of their backs are to him, Ballister saying in a small voice, “No matter what we do, we can’t change the way people see us…”

His chest throbs again.

There’s silence for a moment, then the girl says quietly, “You changed the way you see me…didn’t you?”

Ballister turns to face her, his expression soft in a way that Ambrosius knows all too well. Their eyes meet for a split second, enough for Ambrosius to nod, before Ballister is looking at her. She wipes at her face and then with determination in her voice, says, “We can’t let the Director get away with this.”

Ambrosius makes his choice.

“She won’t,” He steps inside as he speaks aloud. The girl whirls in surprise, eyebrows nearly to her hairline before she’s glaring with too-sharp teeth bared.

“Nemesis,” she hisses (which, he still doesn’t know where that came from) before demanding harshly, “What are you doing here?” Then her face gets more angry, and suddenly there’s a pink wolf standing in front of him with its hackles raised, “How did you find us!? Where-”

Ballister cuts her off, “Nimona, don’t. He’s on our side. I told him to come here.”

The girl–wolf–Nimona doesn’t look convinced, “He just tried to arrest us! He was fighting you! He cut off your arm!”

Ambrosius flinches because, ouch, but Ballister just sighs heavily, “Yes, but he’s also apologized for it and I’ve already forgiven him.” They both look at him; Nimona in disbelief and Ambrosius with a mix of guilt and warmth. “Also we weren’t fighting. We were pretending to fight back at the Institute to prevent suspicion.”

The wolf turns back into a teenage girl, still staring at Ballister. Ambrosius cautiously walks further into the tower, saying honestly, “I promise I’m here to help. Look-” He sheds his cloak, “-I’m unarmed and alone. No one else knows I’m here or where here even is.”

She looks at Ballister then to him and back again, doubt clearly evident in her face as she asks, “You really trust your nemesis that much?”

“He’s not my nemesis,” the other man exclaims, exasperatedly throwing both hands into the air, “You decided that, not me! Ambrosius is my boyfriend.”

Oh. A tension in his heart he didn’t realize was there unclenches and feels like a weight has lifted. He meets Bal’s gaze, smiling a tiny bit with heat rushing to his cheeks. Bal is looking at him with affection in those gorgeous brown eyes.

Nimona blinks. Looks between them again several times, clearly thinking, before- “Huh...well, alright then. You got a plan then, Boss?”

Ballister scoffs, then laughs, “‘Course, I’ve got a plan.” He holds out a piece of paper to Nimona even as he levels a grin at Ambrosius, “Something, something, something…”

The girl grins too, all shark-teeth as she takes the paper and pins a picture of the Director to a wall, “We win.”

The plan ends up being as follows–they need proof (again) of the Director’s crimes, so Nimona is going to confront her while posing as Ambrosius. It was a little unsettling when she first did so; Ambrosius looking at a strange mirror image of himself even while coaching her on what he would ask, how he would act. Ballister says that she did it to him too and Ambrosius remembered the video of the subway and started laughing hysterically. (“I knew it wasn’t you! You hate free-form jazz!”)

Bal is hidden out on the balcony, recording the conversation. Ambrosius is posted in a hidden alcove down the hallway, waiting for the signal to storm the office. In his ear, Bal is keeping a running commentary.

It seems to be going well. Ambrosius can faintly hear his own voice in the background as Nimona spits out the lines he gave her. And, while he can hear the Director’s voice too, he can’t make out what she’s saying.

At one point, Ballister sucks in a sharp breath that has Ambrosuis’s hand going to his sword automatically, tensing, “What happened? Everything okay?”

“Yes, but she just stabbed Nimona with my sword-”

“What? Is she alright??”

Bal hums quietly in affirmation though it has an amused undercurrent, “Yeah. She’s really playing up ‘dying’, though.” Which gives the muffled thudding he can also hear a little more context. Somehow, he suddenly feels embarrassed as to what Nimona is doing with his appearance.

Faintly, Ambrosius hears the Director speak, “So, yes. I framed Ballister. I killed the Queen–” and then Bal is saying “-go now–” in his ear. With a deep breath, he steps out into the hallway and calls the group of guards outside the office to his side. He hears “-may Gloreth forgive you–” and then Ambrosius has slammed the doors wide open.

It’s only a little jarring to see his own body on the ground, Bal’s dark sword stuck in his torso. (And yes, the expression was embarrassing. Thanks, Nimona.) The Director whirls around with wide eyes, “What? Ambrosius-?”

She looks disoriented and alarmed, clearly thrown off. The guards are similarly bewildered, exchanging confused murmurs. “How-”

The sound of a recording being rewound cuts her off, and there’s Bal leaning on the balcony frame playing back the Director’s words “–I framed Ballister. I killed the Queen.”

He looks so handsomely smug and Ambrosius wants to kiss him as he laughs and says, “I can’t wait for the Kingdom to see this.”

The Director has gone very pale, “You-”

“Us,” Ambrosius cuts her off again, feeling a weird vicious satisfaction as her expression slackens in surprise. He nods at ‘his’ body, “And Nimona, of course.”

“Round of applause, ladies and gents,” Bal says, still grinning. ‘Ambrosius’ pops back to his feet immediately with a bright smile.

“That was fun! Did I do okay?” He says, looking to Ballister for approval. “I’m worried that last blegh was too over the top.” The sword is pulled free as Nimona shifts back into a teen girl, brushing herself off.

Ballister snorts, “If you’re really looking for feedback, it was a little dramatic-I mean, you’re not gonna win any awards or anything.”

“Did you have to make my face look that stupid?” Ambrosius adds with a huff, trying to sound more offended than he actually felt. Nimona grins at him in a way that allows him to predict her comeback and retort before she can even say anything, “Don’t say it was already stupid-”

She cackles, hyena-like, “Hey! You’re the one who said it, Nemesis!”

The Director is looking between them all in shock. Right, then. Time to wrap up. He clears his throat, squares his shoulders, and schools his face into one of authority, “Director, you are under arrest for the murder of Queen Valerin.”

She seems at a loss for words, sputtering out, “I…you- how–” Then, her face twists into something harsh, “You’re being played, Ambrosius! They’re fooling you!”

Ambrosius gives her a flat look, “You just tried to murder me.”

“N-no, I–I’m–” Trying to grasp at anything she could use, the Director looks around wildly before focusing on her desk. She dives for something there before any of them could stop her, but instead of a weapon as expected, when she turns back to the room there’s an ancient looking scroll in her hand. “This! This explains everything! It’s been in the archives for a thousand years. That thing is Gloreth’s monster!”

Ballister bristles and growls like an angry lion, “Don’t you dare call her that!” Except the scroll is open and on it shows a damning picture. Gloreth wreathed in golden light facing off a beast made of shadow, a young girl with rose colored hair as its heart. Ambrosius stares at it, the world going muffled.

Faintly, he hears the Director speaking of the evil the monster hopes to spread, that it was trying to destroy them all, that they were being manipulated. Ballister is yelling back, angry and protective, saying that she’s lying, that she’s just trying to get out of her own crimes. Nimona is—

Nimona is…

He turns to look at her.

She’s gone silent, has backed up and hunched over, arms wrapped around herself. She’s staring at the scroll with a wide unblinking stare, face screwed up in anguish. And all Ambrosius can see is that little girl, standing alone in the street (sometimes I just wanna let ‘em); that young boy lying sick in bed, tears staining his cheeks (it would be better if I did).

Ambrosius makes his choice.

“Director,” he says, breaking through the argument and there’s sudden quiet. He meets the woman’s wild gaze. “You are under arrest for crimes against the kingdom, the murder of Queen Valerin, and the framing of Sir Ballister Boldheart.”

She glares, her voice all venom as she spits, “You’re being deceived, Ambrosius. That monster is a threat to our very way of life–”

“And if you’re wrong?” She blinks, mouth going slack. Ballister is watching him and he can feel the weight of Nimona’s gaze on him. “What if we’ve always been wrong?”

Silence hangs heavy over them all. The tension is thick, almost oppressive. The Director stares for a long moment before her shoulders go slack in defeat.

And then she whirls, hand flashing to grab her staff from the desk, raising it–there’s a familiar terrible green light and it’s pointed to his side, slightly behind him and he doesn’t think, he just moves , throwing himself in front of Nimona–

The blast hits his shoulder with enough force to send him flying with a pained noise. He crumples to the ground and thinks vaguely, I wonder if this is what Bal felt, and there’s shouting, a whistling noise and he sees the Director’s staff hit the floor and shatter like Bal’s sword had during the ceremony all those long weeks ago.

Then, Bal is there with distress creasing the corners of those lovely eyes, huge and glimmering and soft as he’s pulled upright to rest against Bal’s shoulder. And Nimona is there with a complicated, conflicted expression on her face, looking at him like she’s suddenly seeing him for the first time.

His shoulder is screaming in pain and he can vaguely smell sickly burnt-flesh, but he still manages to ask, breathless, “You two okay…? Not hurt…?”

Nimona’s face goes through a series of emotions that Ambrosius can’t really parse with the haze of hurt, but Bal scoffs in a soft way that makes his heart flutter because he thought he might never hear that again, “No, we’re not hurt.”

There’s stubble rubbing against his forehead as Bal nuzzles into the top of his head and Ambrosius can’t help but sigh gently at the familiar sensation even as the other man asks, “What were you thinking, jumping in front of a lazer like that?”

It hurts to laugh but he does so anyway, grinning cheekily, “I wasn’t.”

He doesn’t need to see Bal’s face to know the man is rolling his eyes, “Well yes obviously, you dumbass.”

Nimona still hasn’t said anything, still watching him, her eyebrows furrowed. He looks at her and is about to ask again if she’s okay when she gives him a tiny smile, “...You’re alright, Nemesis,” and that feels important somehow, coming from her, in a way that he doesn’t understand yet.

And that’s fine. There will be plenty of time to figure that when he can think clearly again.

Ambrosius is moved into a chair as medics arrive and descend upon him. The Director, her hands cuffed behind her back, is led out of the room by another knight. Bal is holding his hand while the medics remove the warped and blackened armor from his shoulder. There’s a pink shark playfully menacing a guard in the background.

It’s not perfect. There’s still a lot that’s going to have to be done, things to change, problems they’ll have to face, issues that must be fixed.

But that can come later. For now, it’s nice to just laugh as Bal scolds Nimona, telling her to stop chasing that poor guard around while trying to convince them to stick their head in her mouth in a voice of tired affection.

Ambrosius squeezes Bal’s hand and feels Bal squeeze back.

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 9 months

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So I was rewatching Nimona with my Mama

And I don't know why watching movies with other people always makes my brain focus on the little things but this time around my brain was focused on Ambrosius. Mostly because my Mama was super confused about why they put so much weight on his and Gloreth’s names. After she brought that up I noticed a lot of little things like how the announcers chose to introduce him as “the most anticipated knight of a generation”. Then I remembered the other things like how Bal was described by the Director as “the biggest threat we’ve faced in generations” and how “thankfully we have a descendant of Gloreth to lead us”. After that, we see everyone looking to Ambrosius to fix the situation as soon as possible while knights like Todd consistently undermine him. And the Director is encouraging him to stay strong the second she senses a moment of weakness. And that all results in this

This poor man has had the weight of the entire kingdom on his shoulders for the whole movie. What's supposed to be an exciting and happy day is overshadowed by the reminder that the entirety of the kingdom expects him to be the best knight simply because he is a direct descendant of Gloreth. He watched as his boyfriend “killed” the Queen and then chopped off his arm out of reflex and was probably under the assumption that he killed him. When he finally does show up again he’s screaming at a kid about “killing everyone” while said kid is calling Amrbosius his “nemesis” and then they go on a rampage and destroy the institute. And after that, he steps up to find Bal because let's face it if Todd was in charge Bal wouldn’t come back alive. No one says things like “Treat Ballister like the Queen killing Monster he is” “I’ll hunt him down. I’ll make him hurt I’ll-” With good intentions at heart, he wasn't gonna say “I’ll throw Bal a tea party” You know it was going to escalate and the next step was pretty obvious.

So he now has the entirety of the institute pressuring him to find Bal and is constantly reminded that the safety of the kingdom rests on him. The next time he sees Bal he’s LITERALLY KIDNAPPING SOMEONE. We have the a little moment when we get to see inside Ambrosius’ head and we can see that everything it taking a toll on him he’s stressed and conflicted and freaking out. And the Director knows this and tells him to “stay strong”. And after that, Bal is confronting him in front of all the knights pulling the rug out from under him and putting even more stress on him. He has two paths he could take and both are uphill battles. He could let Bal and Nimona go free and arrest the director with literally no proof which no one would believe. Or he could arrest Bal and Nimona which is unfortunately the easier path.

Cause think about it there is concrete proof that Bal killed the Queen and he just found out that Nimona is a “monster” something they’ve been trained to fight since they were kids. So he makes the first easy decision since the begging of the movie and decides to arrest Bal. And the thing that rips my heart out and makes me sick to my stomach is his face. This poor baby looks like he is in physical pain. Nothing about this situation is easy nothing about this situation is okay he looks like he’s about to break down and sob during this entire scene. And if you pay close attention his eyes don't stay on Bal. He is scanning the crowd to ensure no one tries to move to hurt Bal when he knows he’s vulnerable. Even though it doesn’t seem like it he’s always looking out of Bal in one way or another.

#nimona 2023 #nimona movie #ambrosius goldenloin #I love this man so much #if he has 100 fans I'm one of them #if he only has two fans it's me and bal #if he has no fans were dead #I will defend him till the end of the line #he has never done anything wrong ever #and I will die on this hill #he has bags under his eyes after the knighting ceremony #this man hasn't slept a wink #he's so stressed all the time #I wanna hug him so bad #I will never except Ambrosius slander in my house #if y’all hate him then leave

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earako · 8 months

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Ughhh okay this idea won't leave, short form for now may expand on it later

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It wasn't fair.

"Ambrosius..."

It just wasn't fair.

"Love, you're being dramatic."

"You're not being dramatic enough," Ambrosius shot back, aiming a totally-not-a-pout at his -totally-not-laughing-at-him boyfriend. His not-pout deepened at Ballister trying and failing to calm down his snorting laughter

"It's really not that serious," Ballister managed to finally get out through his laughter. Ambrosius shook his head at him.

"It is that serious, Bal! This is is like, a right of passage for couples!" Ambrosius exclaimed, almost slapping Ballister with his own hoodie sleeve.

Although Ballister was the slightly shorter one of the pair his clothing was always just a little bit oversized on Ambrosius. Not enough for Ambrosius to look like he was swimming in Ballister's hoodies, just enough to look baggy on Ambrosius' frame.

He loved wearing Ballister's hoodie, of course it could never beat the real thing, but during the few days or nights were duties [a.k.a rebuilding an entire bloody society] kept them apart Ballister's hoodie felt like a warm embrace and smelled of home.

To put it in less poetic terms, wearing Ballister's clothing made Ambrosius feel safe and loved.

And he wanted to do the same with Ballister.

Too bad Ambrosius shoulders said no.

Now, Ambrosius was aware that Ballister was more broad shouldered than he was, but he figured his hoodies could stretch and they tended to sit pretty loosely on him. So when Ballister relinquished on of his hoodies to Ambrosius Ambrosius took off his own hoodie and offered it to Ballister.

It didn't fit.

It couldn't even get over Ballister's shoulders.

Ballister of course, shrugged it off, but to Ambrosius this was the height of unfairness and, "Stop laughing, Ballister!" Ambrosius said, pulling his giggling boyfriend into his arms and beginning to pepper his face in kisses. "You wanna laugh? Fine, I'll give you a reason to laugh!" Ballister shrieked in glee as he was lovingly assulted with kisses all over his face, nose, neck, hands.

"What's gotten into you today?" Ballister asked though breathless giggles. Ambrosius managed to answer him through his little kiss attack.

"You always let me steal your hoodies. You also deserve the boyfriend hoodie experience."

"Am- lover it's not your fault I have big ass shoulders."

"Still wanna see in my hoodie," Ambrosius pouted into a kiss he placed on the hollow of Ballister's neck. He felt a puff of air above him, most likely Ballister sighing.

"If it means that much to you, you ridiculous man, we can figure something out. Does seeing me in your clothes mean that much to you?"

"Immensely."

"Alright then."

The next day the couple went rifling through Ambrosius closet, surely there had to be something large enough to fit Ballister.

After what felt like hours of digging Ambrosius finally found an old, stretched out, oversized sweater he used in his teen years. Back then when Ambrosius was feeling lazy in the winter months he'd just throw on two or three sweaters instead of trying to move around in his bulky winter coat.

He looked at the sweater, then at Ballister. He grabbed his boyfriend's ankle and dragged him over, earning a yelp and a startled "AMBROSIUS!"

Without a word, and really just Ballister being an indulgent boyfriend, Ambrosius bundled Ballister into his old sweater.

He sat back to admire his handiwork.

It fit over Ballister's shoulders alright. It actually managed to look baggy on him, the sleeves entirely covered Ballister's hands and if he were standing Ambrosius imagined the hem would fall to maybe just past Ballister's mid thigh.

Suddenly, those t.v shows and movies his classmates watched where the boyfriend would just stare at his girlfriend wearing his shirt made sense.

The baggy sweater combined with Ballister's doe eyes and the blush on his face...

"Adorable." Ballister's blush deepened. "You're biased-hey!" Another shriek emerged from Ballister as Ambrosius dove to cuddle his boyfriend nuzzling his face into his lovers chest.

"Adorable, Bal. So cute. So pretty. Love you."

"Not another kiss attack!" Ballister groaned though he only laughed and reached up to hug Ambrosius closer to him.

Through the numerous kisses Ambrosius was littering him with, Ballister finally managed to ask, "So...we fair on the boyfriend hoodie thing?" Ambrosius paused in his kisses and stared down at Ballister with a cheeky grin.

"Nope!"

"Wait what-"

"Need to buy some over sized hoodies, gonna wear em for a week then put them on you!"

"Am- you are a ridiculous, silly man do you know that?" Ambrosius leaned up to place a kiss on Ballister's nose.

"I'm -you're- ridiculous, silly man."

#nimona #ballister x ambrosius #fluff #ya'll I can -feel- the caveties forming-#these silly silly gay men live rent free in my head-

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sephyathredon-writing · 7 months

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Whumptober #7: Can You Hear Me Now?

Summary: After the Knighting Ceremony, Diego pulls Ambrosius aside and shows him the proof that he needs to know that Ballister is innocent. He goes off in search of Ballister but by the time he finds him, it's too late.

An entry for Whumptober under the prompt "Can you hear me?"

Heed the warnings for this one. If you are not okay with reading a scene where Ballister dies and Ambrosius is really upset about it, this fic is not for you.

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Ambrosius stood in the wreckage of the Glorodome, eyes glued to the tunnel entrance that Ballister had just escaped down. He was frozen, his mind swimming with questions. The adrenaline high from the whole incident still kept him on edge as he fought with his heart which was telling him to go after Ballister.

What he didn’t notice was a lone man making his way through the wreckage, not until the man touched his shoulder and jolted him out of his trance-like state.

“Uh, Sir Goldenloin… s-sir.” The voice was familiar and when Ambrosius’ eyes finally snapped from the tunnel entrance to look at the man, his suspicions were confirmed.

It was the Squire, Diego.

“I have something that I need to show you. Please, it’s important. Nothing in my life has ever been so important” He pleaded.

Around them was chaos. The director was organizing squadrons of knights to find Ballister, the queen’s body was being taken away by the paramedics. There was no saving her, but the kingdom had to try. Todd was barking orders, not over the director, but to Blanche and Chad, the cadets that were loyal to him.

They never got knighted, Ambrosius realized.

Ambrosius couldn’t look into the Squire’s eyes and just say ‘no’. He hoped it wasn’t just an autograph that he needed or a picture that he needed to take with him, it had to be something truly important.

“Sure, let’s go somewhere private, how about the locker rooms?”

The squire nodded and began to head across the field to the entrance they had come out from at the beginning of the ceremony. Ambrosius could feel the Director’s eyes on the back of his head as he left, but she didn’t say anything. He’d hoped that he could just slip away without her noticing.

Either way, he ended up in the locker room, sitting on one of the benches. It felt good to just sit after a terrible situation like that. He was still visibly shaking from it.

Diego sat next to him, leaving a good amount of space next to him. He took out his phone and pressed the play button.

“Look.”

Ambrosius watched, curiously showing on his face. The video showed a close up of the Squire, the background Ambrosius recognized as the same locker room they were in now.

[“Check it out, I’m in the locker room, and you are looking at history in the making. Ballister’s armor. It’s speaking. It’s saying, ‘Respect me. Protect me. Put me on. No one’s watching.”]

Ambrosius felt the heavy weight of disappointment settle in his chest. This was what the Squire was itching to show him?

He stood up and started to walk away.

“No, No wait. Sir Goldenloin, please.” He was clearly panicking, reaching out and grabbing Ambrosius’ arm, “This isn’t it, I promise.”

He looked back at the Squire and sat back down, watching as he fast forwarded the video. He watched more of the squire’s antics go by quickly before he looked back, seeing something that made him panic and climb back into the locker, standing stock still like Ballister’s suit of armor usually was.

Ambrosius’ breath hitched as he watched a woman in a white cloak come into frame. She looked around cautiously, revealing her identity.

“No way… the Director?” Ambrosius whispered.

He watched as she swapped Ballister’s sword with the one she had with her. It was undeniable proof that she had set him up.

“I don’t understand… why would she do that to him?” Ambrosius asked Diego as if he had any answers.

“I don’t know, I only know what I saw.” He replied.

Then a realization hit Ambrosius hard.

Ballister is innocent, and he’s out there bleeding, left to treat the wound for an amputated arm by himself.

“I’ve gotta go find Bal.” He jolted from his seat and had to mentally restrain himself from taking off immediately. Instead he took a moment to look at Diego, “Thank you. I don’t know why she did that, but it took a lot of courage to come forth with this video.”

Diego nodded, “I’ll upload it to The Crier, make sure everyone sees it, even if it ruins my reputation.” He looked down at his feet, unwilling to look Ambrosius in the eyes, “Ballister has been like a role model to me. I look up to him. Please, make sure he’s okay.”

Ambrosius nodded, “I will.”

He didn’t say it aloud, but he mentally added ‘because I love him.’

Without another word, Ambrosius took off.

It didn’t take him long to realize that Ballister wouldn’t be anywhere within the city. The whole place was crawling with knights and guards.

So he searched in the forest, but the thing about the Kingdom was that there was still a lot of forest. It took Ambrosius close to an hour to finally found where Ballister was hiding out, and that’s only because he saw the tower peeking out above the treeline. There was a trail of blood leading up to the door.

He slammed it open.

“Ballister!” His voice was worried, not angry.

The smell that greeted him made him want to throw up. It smelled like burnt flesh. Clearly Ballister had attempted to cauterize the wound.

It took him a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light, but he saw Ballister lying on the ground. Without a second thought, he ran over to the other, scooping him up in his arms. Any signs of life in him were miniscule.

“Bal! Ballister!” He shouted, the panic clear in his voice. He saw that the arm that he’d cut off was still bleeding, despite an attempt at closing the wound clearly being visible by the scorch marks around the edges.

Ballister’s eyes opened and the fear he saw there broke Ambrosius’ heart.

“No, no Bal… It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I… I promise I just want to fix what I did.” Ambrosius sobbed, tears rolling down his cheeks, “We’ve got to stop the bleeding.” His voice held desperation in it.

Maybe Ballister could still be saved.

Ballister’s gaze softened and his good hand went up to caress Ambrosius’ face.

“I’m afraid you’re too late, love…”

Ambrosius placed a hand over Ballister’s pressing it into his cheek. He turned his head, leaving tender kisses on the only hand his lover had left.

“No… there must be something I can do… There must be something… I refuse to let this mistake kill you.”

A light laugh rang out, echoing off the walls of the tower, making goosebumps appear on Ambrosius’ skin, under his armor, “I’m afraid not…”

“No…” He took his hand off of Ballister’s to move to his severed arm, pressing hard in an attempt to stifle the blood flow.

Ballister grunted, “Trust me, I would love to stay, but It’s just not possible. I can feel myself slipping.”

“No… no… Ballister. Please.” He could feel Ballister’s grip on his cheek fading, leaving a streak of blood behind, “The Director framed you, it was all a misunderstanding. The squire captured proof, and it’s going to go live soon and the whole kingdom will know that you’re innocent. We can go back to the way things were…”

There was no answer from Ballister.

“Please… I love you.” Ambrosius begged.

Still no answer.

“Please… please… Ballister…” Ambrosius held him tightly, heart racing, mind spinning, “I can’t go on without you. You’ve been by my side since I was a child. You… you’ve been my everything… Bal… please wake up… please wake up.”

Slowly, the realization sunk in. Bal was gone. He wasn’t coming back, would never be the Knight that he wanted to be, would never be the first in a long line of knights with commoner blood.

Ambrosius broke, all his emotions flooding out in tears and sobs and screams and he held Bal’s body tightly and buried his head into the other’s shoulder.

He couldn’t help but stew in his thoughts as he sat there sobbing.

This was his fault.

And then he remembered the squire and the video he showed him. Putting aside the idea that Ballister might have lived if he had not stopped to watch the video in the first place, he focused mostly on what the video meant.

When he finally had the strength to lift his head, his expression was one of anger.

It was still his fault.

But it was also the Director’s fault, maybe even the fault of the whole institute.

His expression flickered back to one of sadness as he put Ballister down and gave him a light kiss to the cheek, trying not to tear up again and he realized it would be his last.

“I’m sorry, Bal. I can’t bring you back, but I can make them pay for what they did to you… and they will pay.”

By the time he left the tower, he was a new man, a man on a mission. He walked toward the institute, anger showing clearly on his face.

When he got to the city, crowds parted for him, as the people around him could clearly see that he was not in the mood to talk.

It was dark, he didn’t expect the director to still be out ordering the knights around for patrols, it was more likely that she was in her office.

He stopped and fixed the Gloreth statue in front of him with a cold glare, before turning his gaze up to the institute building in the background looming above it.

He walked with purpose. Anger so apparent in his steps. Blood still streaked his face and covered his right hand, painting a pretty grim picture. Even parts of his armor where Ballister had bled onto him were dyed red. If he felt anything other than anger at the moment, he might have stopped and realized the irony behind his golden armor, the biggest symbol of his descent from Gloreth, being stained with Ballister’s blood.

But as it stood, the only thing he felt was boiling white hot rage.

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I can barely hear a sound, it's faded

All the words you used to say

Tried to keep me down, I'm elevated

No more rain on this parade

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He threw open the doors to the front of the institute, startling everyone inside. They looked at him with confused expressions, but he didn’t pay attention to them and they didn’t approach. One of them called security, Ambrosius did see that. He expected Knights to be on him any second now.

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I went deep inside, where monsters hide

To free my mind, and come out alive

Tell me when you kicked me did you ever think that I would get up

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The part of Ambrosius’ mind that was still lucid as he drew his sword and began to fight the knights descending on him wondered if this was where monsters came from. Had he turned into one? Had he become the very thing he had sworn to fight?

He pushed that thought away and focused on his mission. If it was for Ballister’s sake, he would become a monster. Even despite the haze of anger, he made sure not to hurt the Knights too badly. There was only one other person that had to die tonight.

He forced his way up many flights of stairs, until he got to the hall that led to the Director’s office. By that time, he’d knocked out the knights tailing him and approached her doors alone, slamming them open.

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Tried to find the light between your shadows, but it always seemed to fade

It took some time for me to learn to let go

But I grew stronger from the pain

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The director was sitting at her desk and when she looked up, she could see the anger in his eyes.

“What is the meaning of this, Ambrosius?” She stood, glancing from him to the small scepter on a stand on her desk.

“You know.” There was venom in his voice as he spoke, “Queen killer.” He snapped.

“I don’t know what you mean. I would never-” She sounded offended, grabbing the scepter and taking a few steps back. She placed a couple of fingers to her ear, activating some sort of communication device “Security.”

“Oh, I don’t think security is going to save you.” Ambrosius spat at her.

“No, but this might.” She held out her scepter and the diamond on it opened in a very familiar way, with a very familiar green glow.

Any doubts Ambrosius might have had that the Director was guilty, vanished into thin air.

“Ballister is dead because of you!” He roared, vaulting over the desk just as the laser went off. It bore into his side, and it hurt…

…but he kept going, footsteps even and purposeful. Adrenaline was a hell of a drug.

The director turned to flee, pushing aside the double doors out into the balcony. That was her biggest mistake. Ambrosius had her cornered and the wound hadn’t seemed to slow him down in any significant way.

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Can you hear me now so loudly?

I'm screaming at the top of my lungs

Can you see me now so proudly?

Looking up at what I've become

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A hand shot up and wrapped around her throat, the same one coated with Ballister’s blood. Another hand soon joined the first and Ambrosius took a few steps forward, until the director was dangling over the edge of the balcony.

She locked eyes with his, nothing but fury showing in hers.

“Monster” She spat, “Go back to the shadows from whence you came.”

Ambrosius laughed, “If I’m a monster, then that marks the end of Gloreth’s bloodline, doesn’t it? After all, a monster and a hero can’t be the same person, can they?”

Ambrosius saw something else in her expression, fear.

“Killing me will change nothing.” She reasoned.

“Ha, we’ll see about that” Ambrosius could hear the sounds of Knights behind them, they’d entered the office. He had to do it soon.

If he had to become a murderer to avenge Ballister’s death, so be it.

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Tell me when you kicked me did you ever think that I would get up?

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Ambrosius let go.

The Director plummeted to her death.

Nobody knows what happened to Ambrosius after that night. There was a fresh grave at the hideout by morning, but nobody saw heads or tails of him. The only thing that was recovered was his armor, somewhere near the wall. Legend says he went over.

Some people say that once a year, on the day Ambrosius disappeared, fresh flowers could be seen on Ballister’s grave. Dandelions that symbolize resilience. Black roses that symbolize death and mourning. Pink camellias that symbolize longing. Sprigs of heliotrope to symbolize eternal love and devotion, and sprigs of rosemary to symbolize remembrance.

#whumptober2023 #no.7 #“can you hear me?”#nimona 2023 #fic #blood tw #death tw #dismemberment tw #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister boldheart #goldenheart

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little-cereal-draws · 7 months

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Nimona Stim Headcanons

Nimona: She likes to chew on things in most forms. Wolf, mouse, human, shark, cat, you name it. The problem is her teeth are very sharp and she often breaks whatever's in her mouth. It's been a struggle to find something she can bite without breaking it or hurting herself but Ballister's confident he'll find something eventually. She also likes to shred things as a cat; there are different sensations between shredding paper and cloth but she likes both. Bal gave her a pack of tissue paper once and that entertained her for hours; she was smiling and giggling the whole time. Her shifting itself can be a stim and sometimes she'll rapidly change shape while listening to someone talk to help her focus. Unfortunately, it's usually pretty distracting to the person talking to her. She also likes to listen to music and tap along to the songs. She uses her fingers but also things like pencils and silverware to make different sounds.

Ballister: This man bounces his leg like there's no tomorrow. All- every- all the time. He doesn't even notice he's doing it until someone asks him to stop shaking the whole table. He chews on the back of his pencils/pens while he thinks too. Also doesn't know he's doing it until he looks down and it's covered in bite marks. When he's anxious about something, he'll repeat words and phrases to calm himself down. For example, before he went into knight training evaluations, he would whisper "helmet, sword, chest plate, boots" over and over and over to himself like his life depended on it. Ambrosius asked him if he was ok and he said he was fine, he just wanted to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. For physical things like that, he'll also touch the object each time he lists it to make sure it's still there.

Ambrosius: He strikes me as a flappy hands kind of guy. When he's super excited or stressed he starts flapping his hands to regulate some of that emotion. He's only started doing it freely recently but he's always found subtle ways to express it. Like doing jazz hands/waving his hands around while talking excitedly or shaking his pencil during stressful meetings or tests. He also really likes soft textures/things. I can see him rubbing his hands over a nice fabric for as long as he can until someone pulls him away. Whenever they watch a movie on the couch, he likes to hug a pillow even tho Bal's right there. I can also see him really liking stuffed animals; he probably had a bunch when he was a kid, had to get rid of them bc he "was too old," but now has a bunch. They're soft and he can hug them and they're shaped like little friends. What's not to love? Bal is the big spoon, Ambs is the middle spoon, and then all of his stuffed animals are the little spoon lol

Dr. Blitzmeyer (bc yes she is a part of this family and I want to include her): This isn't technically a stim but her most important possession is her goggles. As long as she's wearing them there are no bad lights, no eye contact, and a constant reassuring pressure. They started out as a lab safety precaution, but she realized how much they helped and wears them 24/7 now. The only time she takes them off is for showers and bed. But on bad days when she's too anxious and the world is too much, she won't want to take them off and Ballister has to coax her out of them so they won't bruise her face. She also likes pulling on her purse strap while taking to people in public to give her hands smth to do. She likes to chew on things while she thinks too but has a few stim toys for that so she's not putting lab equipment in her mouth like Ballister. She also likes to bite people she feels comfortable with, like a quick soft bite on the shoulder, but you have to be level 3000 in friendship to unlock that so it's not a super common stim. So far she's only done it to Bal and he was pretty confused after, not upset, just confused.

#nimona #nimona headcanon #nimona comic #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #meredith blitzmeyer #dr blitzmeyer

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anglosky · 7 months

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My Nimona headcannon's!!

I would like to start this off by saying thank you for everyones input with my last post concerning whether or not I should write for Nimona! I'd like to share some headcannon's I have for these lovely characters before I start writing for them! I say this because there may be times where I use my personal headcannon's for them in future fanfics.

Without furthermore, I present to you all! My headcannon's!

I try to color code the names because the white text can hurt my eyes throughout reading. 🥲

Ballister Boldheart

(This dude has two different last names for some reason. I'm using the one from the movie because I haven't read the book all the way)

His favorite color HAS to be periwinkle, you cannot tell me otherwise. He just seems like the type of dude to favor periwinkle because it's a soft color to gaze upon.

Bro has sensory issues, and sometimes will have days where his prosthetic arm will cause him discomfort. I think he would have days where he doesn't wear the prosthetic if he knows he's not going anywhere.

PTSD and Anxiety tics when he thinks back to the ceremony incident. This poor dude cannot get enough of the past.

He will have recurring nightmares of the incident that makes him wake up in cold sweats. (Ambrosius would comfort him anytime he has those nightmares)

Bro has a book collection that are mostly action and thriller genre books. (Maybe even fairytale books)

CRAVES physical affection on a daily basis ever since he’s been away from Ambrosius for so long.

Based on the indented headcannon above, I would say that Ballister wasn't this clingy when he was first with Ambrosius, but now that he had to endure YEARS of not seeing him after the incident, he's been more clingy than Ambrosius has.

He seems the type to run his thumb over Ambrosius’ knuckles as a way to tell him he loves him.

Anytime Him and Ambrosius are together, either sitting next to each other, or walking while holding hands, he’ll lay his head on Ambrosius’ shoulder on instinct.

(Another headcanon I saw) TRANSMASC CODED!!(transmasc is what it says)RAAAAHHHHH 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

One time he shaved his beard and he had to endure Ambrosius’ laughter for a solid 5 minutes at most because of how young he looked to Ambrosius.

Can not stand horror films. Bro clings onto his man everytime there is a jumpscare.

He holds Ambrosius' hand with his actual hand so he can feel the warmth of his lover.

Continuing with the indent, he makes sure that he touches Ambrosius with his actual hand because he fears that there will be a day where he will never see him again. (This one hurts 🥲)

He has insomnia, what can I say?

He treats Nimona like his own, of course. Bro spoils her 24/7.

Ambrosius and Ballister would always pass notes during their training years. (Todd teased them for it)

He's so tenderheaded. He never let's anyone play with his hair unless it's soft strokes.

... Ticklish Stomach. (You didn't hear that from me 🤫)

Going more with the indented. He gets tickled more than he tickles other people.

When he does get into his ler moods however, you better HOPE you can out run this bitch. He turns into a whole new person when in his ler moods.. 😬

Ambrosius Goldenloin

He has frequent meltdowns because he physically cannot get the image of him cutting Bal's arm off out of his mind.

He's Allergic to cats. (=^ェ^=)

Ever since Ballister brought up a nightmare about Ambrosius telling him He doesn't love him, he's been complimenting Bal every morning, and always make sure that he tells him he loves him.

He teases Bal everyday to see his smile when in a flustered state.

He so gossips to Bal about the drama that happened over at the tower when Ambrosius was working for the Director. "Sit down babe, I gotta tell YOU about this one time..."

He pulls Bal closer to him when they cuddle because he has thoughts of Bal being just a dream.

LOVES HORROR MOVIES. He doesn't seem like the type to go on a horror marathon, but he favors the conjuring movies. 🍿 (he drags Bal along with him just so he can watch Bal cling on to him for dear life.)

He leaves little love notes for Bal to wake up to when Ambrosius leaves to run errands.

It took Ambrosius a LONG while for him to feel comfortable around Nimona because he regrets being mean to her when working for the Director.

He's not one to favor reading books, but he always says yes to Bal when agreeing to go to the book store.

Golden retriever, if you will?

One time, he took an animal quiz with Bal and Nimona to see which animals they would be, and he was mad for the rest of the day when he got a dolphin and not a dog.

He's not that sensitive when it comes to tickling, but Bal knows one spot that gets Ambrosius to take back whatever he might have said to Bal. *cough* *cough* ticklish knees *cough* DAMN, I need a new keyboard, this ones barely working. 👨‍💻 /j

a second dad to Nimona.

Nimona

One time she turned into a shark and had Bal walk with her around the neighborhood because he tried to scare Nimona. (She's petty like that)

She has night terrors of the well and Gloreth.

She makes it her JOB to embarrass Bal and Ambrosius when they kiss in public. "Get a room!" "Okay you two LOVE BIRDS!"

She pretends to fall asleep next to Bal so he can put a blanket over her due to being lazy.

One time she locked Bal outside of his home because he won a board game.

She so listens to Evanescence. (Maybe even Avenged sevenfold)

Every Christmas, she hangs up a mistle toe for Bal and Ambrosius, but she still acts disgusted when they kiss under it.

When she's stressed, she shapeshifts into a bird and flies around the city to calm herself down when Bal and Ambrosius aren't at Bal's home.

LOVES to sing outloud.

One time she called Diego out for reading fanfiction when hanging out with Bal and Ambrosius.

"Guys, Diego is reading fanfiction again.." Nimona pointed at Diego's phone.

"Am NOT!" Diego hid his phone away from the others in disbelief.

"Dude, how many times do we have to say it, we don't care if you read fanfiction, just do it on a day where we're NOT hanging out." Ambrosius sighed heavily.

On chill days where Bal, Ambrosius, and Nimona are all hanging out in Bal's livingroom, she would draw, paint, or color a picture.

I feel like she wants to because an artist. She has the creativity and mind like one!

It looks like her favorite color would be pink because of the implications of her shapeshifting into pink animals, but I think her favorite color would be like some type of orange-y red color.

She's a gift giver. She would be the type of person to gift someone a drawing with their favorite color as the main visual.

She seems like a Ler to me. I don't think she's very ticklish, but then again; with her backstory, I don't think she really knows what tickling is until she popped into Bal's and Ambrosius' lives. (Them two lovely doves brings up too many tickle fights around Nimona.)

Diego the Squire

He reads AND writes Ao3 fanfictions (he reads them more than he writes them)

The movie portrays him as a distrusting and closed minded person, but I really think he's a hesitant people pleaser.

He avoids conflict BIG TIME.

He so sleeps with stuffed animals. (me too bro, me too)

His social battery is ALWAYS on an all time low.

He avoids small children after what Nimona pulled that one time.

He gives off gay or bi energy.

He blames himself for not showing Bal the video of the director sooner.

Bro has a sweet tooth.

He doesn't seem like the type of person to celebrate Holloween.

I like to believe that he admired the knights who worked for the queen, so he worked his hardest to become the queens Squire as a way to gain recognition due to the fear of being forgotten. Even though the Squire seems like a really overlooked job, everyone knows Diego at the tower, and is mostly favored by many knights.

He was really close with the queen when training to be a Squire. Apart from Ballister and the other knights, I think her death hit him the hardest.

After showing Ballister and Nimona the video evidence of the director sabotaging the ceremony, he had a HUGE wave of guilt put on him, so he soon forced himself to become unknown to everyone from the tower, and the outside world. (I only say this because he was never seen at the ending of the movie from what I remember.) [please tell me otherwise, I don't want to spread misinformation.]

100% lee. Bros too scared to touch other people.

Thoddeus Sureblade

He's an asshole, but he also cries himself to sleep because of the regret he feels after being disrespectful to others.

He makes way too many dirty jokes for his own good.

He feels incredibly bad for all the times he would beat up Ballister. He only did it because he thought that Bal and Nimona were the monsters, and not the Director.

He still has a hard time accepting the fact that the Director was the one who sabotaged the ceremony. He knows she's a monster, but he worked for her for YEARS. That takes a lot of development honestly.

Bro tried to have his hair smell like lavender because of how much he looks up to Ambrosius. (This WILL be cannon 🫵 /j)

One time he accidentally got one of Bal's and Ambrosius' notes during training class, and decide he wanted to mess with them by sending a note back. (Let's say he never done that again.)

His love language is quality time. If he hangs out with you almost everyday, that's him saying he loves your company. (When did this turn into some romance shit? ⚰️)

Favors board games over online games. If you say or ask anything about video games, he would walk the other direction.

Continuing with the indent; he gets really competitive with board games.

He also has the fear of being forgotten. Hence why he was always jealous of Ambrosius. He always wants to lead everyone to the right direction, but is always overlooked upon because Ambrosius would come in and "steal" his spotlight. (Not saying that Ambrosius was trying to)

He favors salty more than sweets.

100% ler. Bro tickles everybody when given the chance to.

I don't think he's the ticklish type, but getting a certain spot will probably make him giggle at most.

That's all! I hope you enjoyed these headcannon's!

Please let me know if you have any headcannon's for these characters! I would love to know your thoughts on them!!

Anyways! I'm gonna work on the fanfic now that this is out of the way 🏃💨

Take care and always live yourself!!

#nimona headcanon #nimona #anglo thoughts #anglo headcannon's

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littleladymab · 7 months

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For a angst prompt, "Jokes on me, right"

hi anon, you never specified a series or characters so I turned to my friends and it was tied between dragon age ("to me, this is mage rights coded") and nimona (ballister and ambrosius). So i flipped a coin, and we got nimona, which means you get subjected to my "this started out as a cinderella au and then got wildly out of control"

but if you'd like a specific series or characters, please feel free to return to the ask box with more 8)

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Ballister can hear the footsteps echoing off the halls — a single set, lightly armored, in a hurry. He keeps his pace, shoulders straight, and head high.

He just won the tournament, after all. He’s allowed back here if he wants to be.

From the corner of his eye, there’s a flash and sparkle of pink as Nimona flits between the columns, leading the way as a small bird.

“Bal!” a voice calls and Ballister twitches involuntarily.

Nimona gives a shrill whistle in warning before darting into the shadows of the vaulted ceiling.

“Ballister, wait—” A hand clamps on his shoulder to stop him, and Ballister twists out of the grip as Ambrosius turns him around. The gold leaf of Ambrosius’ mask glows in the steady lights of the hall, unlike the flickering firelight that set the ambiance in the ballroom. “You’re just leaving?”

“What else am I expected to do?” Ballister counters, his voice muffled behind his mask. It hadn’t been created with speaking in mind. “I won the tournament, I made my point.”

“You didn’t accept the honor that came with it—”

He scoffs and ignores the hurt that passes over Ambrosius’ face. “Because that’s what would be extended towards me if I took off my mask. Not a pair of cuffs if I’m lucky, though knowing Todd it would merely be a sword through the gut.”

“So that’s it?” Ambrosius takes a half step forward to try and close the distance, but Ballister retreats by two. The regal features, which have only grown more weary around the edges in the intervening years, harden in resignation — though that doesn’t stop the briefest glint of desperation in the eyes. “Joke’s on me, right? I thought that this would be my chance to help you.”

Ballister resists the urge to look to where he knows Nimona is hiding, listening in, waiting. “You had your chance,” he answers quietly, steeling himself against the full body flinch that hits Ambrosius. “But by not acting in my defense, you took Director Kleios’ side during the investigation.”

They might not have spoken since the accident, but that’s explanation enough. Ambrosius can feel all the guilt he wants but it won’t change the past, and it won’t change the order for Ballister’s head.

Ballister held the weapon that killed the queen. No one cared that he didn’t pull the trigger.

Ambrosius opens his mouth to speak, but there’s the steady clank clank clank of armored footsteps and they both whip their heads to the side. “Guard patrol,” Ambrosius hisses, more annoyed than actually worried.

Ballister’s hand twitches at his side and he withdraws into the shadows, prepared to disappear into them, but Ambrosius catches onto his elbow.

“Come,” he says, and that easy command in his voice is frustratingly familiar. “I’m not done talking to you.”

“I can’t—” This time, he can’t help it, and Ballister let’s his eyes flit up to the rafters. Even from this distance, he can see Nimona’s frown and distinctly un-birdlike eye roll.

She waves a wing then takes off, darting out into the garden beyond.

Abandoning him.

Ballister frowns, but his moment of distraction is enough for Ambrosius to gain the upper hand.

#a lil miss fic #lil miss writings #nimona #cinderella au #until i can think of a better tag for it whoops #i meant to write this last night but i took a 3pm nap and then suffered for it

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yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt · 5 days

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Dresses for the WIP Wednesday game, please!

Let's do it!! I'm so happy so many people are into this fic :)) I've still got several requests for this one and I'm so happy about it!!

As stated before, since the segment I'm working on is spicy I will include a non-spicy segment from earlier in the story and the new lines under a cut.

"I know it looks expensive, but someone donated it and I was gonna fix it up but then I tried it on–” “Zee–” he interrupted him and took his hand, sitting beside him. “It's okay, you can get out of defense-mode.

Thank you for the request! Please feel free to request any file name from my WiP Wednesday Post !

Spicy New Lines 🌶️ under cut

Deft hands laced the corset around his waist, and kissed peppered his collarbone, scratchy from his beard. Ambrosius wanted to flop onto his chest and demand to be taken, but this was somehow just as exciting. Taking charge, Ambrosius yanked the jacket off of Ballister's shoulders and tossed it aside, feverishly pulling at the buttons of his shirt to disrobe him.

#wip Wednesday #nimona fanfic #ask game #yywihh fics #Goldenheart #blackloin #not safe for minors

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The Moon Shines In Friendship (Nimona fanfic) - chapter 3

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I don't want to wait another month to make my 3rd chapter, so here it is!

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PRESENT DAY

Ballister took his time to process what was going on right now. He wanted this to be a dream… a dream that he couldn't wake up from it… But it wasn't a dream. It was REAL! Chasina Moonlight, the woman that he had known all his life, the sister he never had, was right here standing right in front of him after her absence for 5 years. He had never seen her for 5 long years. 5 years might be short, but it was long enough for him to see the young woman he was very close to. He didn't care if he dropped his favorite mug of coffee. He was just shocked and surprised to see her. Ballister thought he needed more time to process this, but… tears of joy had already formed in his eyes. He shouldn't be crying though. He hadn't been crying for a while, but he couldn't hold them anymore.

Chasina was still standing there with Ballister staring at her, still frozen in place. She was scared that he might be mad at her or maybe didn't want to be friends anymore because of her disappearance. She just popped back into his life, just like that, "Uh..."

Before she could respond, Chasina gasped when Ballister happily launched himself and embraced her. He swung her around and kept her in his arms as tight and as long as he could while laughing happily. She happily reciprocated the hug as she rested her chin on his shoulder.

Ballister set Chasina down and shouted happily while hugging her again, IT'S YOU! IT'S REALLY YOU! OH, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Oh, look at you! Oh, standing right here! I thought you were-"

"Dead?" Chasina cut him off, "Not yet! Nothing can keep this woman dead."

"Where were you?" Ballister asked curiously.

"Oh, I was just here and there. I was just around this kingdom. I'm almost everywhere," Chasina said.

"Really? You were just around?" Ballister asked worriedly before changing to cross, "Hey, I've been around the kingdom, and I haven't even seen you!"

"Not hard enough! You know I'm very good at hiding and you're not the only smart knight in the block."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't raise your voice at me, you stubborn stupid head!"

The two got into a sibling quarrel… something that Ballister and Chasina missed doing with each other as they smiled in delight, feeling good for doing this again like real siblings.

"I really missed you so much, Bal," Chasina chuckled while throwing her arms around her big brother.

Ballister hugged back before looking down to notice Chasina's prosthetic leg. He bent down with a look of worry. Ballister never knew Chasina had to lose a leg. And worst, he and Ambrosius weren't there to aid her. He didn't know when she lost her leg, but it might've been a while since there was no blood dripping or any complaint from her about it. This meant Chasina lost her leg more than a year or so during her disappearance. Ballister might've lost an arm, but he didn't want Chasina to lose a leg. He didn't want any of his loved ones to lose a limb or any body part like he had, but it happened anyway… to just one of them. He looked up to Chasina, his eyes already had questions.

"Lost it in an accident," That was the only answer she had. She didn't want to explain more details.

As much as he was impressed that Chasina survived without a leg, Ballister still felt sorry for her that she had to suffer like he did before. But then again, he formed a smile. He was impressed that she built a new leg all by herself. He never felt so proud that his adoptive sister was so independent now.

"And you built your own leg! Brilliant! Leg or no, you're still every bit the woman you were 5 years ago!" Ballister stood up and hugged Chasina once again, "Please, you have to come inside," he held her hands and pulled her in.

"Oh, I don't mean to intrude, but alright," How could even turn the offer by her big brother? Chasina stepped inside and the door closed.

While inside, Ballister couldn't help but hold Chasina's hands tighter. It was like he still couldn't let her go. He missed her so much. Chasina was a little uncomfortable with Ballister's grip, especially with his metallic hand, but she held his hands tight as well, gesturing that she promised she'd never leave him again.

"So, Boss," the sibling reunion moment interrupted when Nimona spoke up, watching the whole scene like she was never there, "Would you introduce to me this person who I still think is a complete stranger?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot she was right beside us.," Ballister chuckled in embarrassment as Chasina chuckled along with him. Ballister cleared his throat, "Nimona, this is Chasina Moonlight. She is a sweet friend of mine and a little sister I never had."

"Whoa, you have a sister?" Nimona grinned surprisingly.

"Adoptive, actually," Chasina corrected.

Nimona then approached Chasina with a hand offering to her, "And my name is Nimona."

"Yeah, I know, I..." Chasina was supposed to a handshake greeting to Nimona, but she was cut off in surprise.

Nimona couldn't help but notice Chasina's prosthetic leg as she instantly held onto it while Chasina kept herself standing up with just one leg when the other was held up, "Whoa! Yeah! Awesome leg! Was it painful?"

"Huh?" Chasina was uncomfortable being asked that question as she couldn't describe how painful when she chopped her own leg.

Then, Nimona slowly turned to Chasina with a scary look and sharp teeth shown, "Did you keep the old one?"

"What?! No! Let go!" Chasina pulled her leg away from Nimona and got a little scared, "Gosh, you're creepier in person."

Nimona chuckled and smiled delightfully, "Aww, thank you."

"Glad you take it as a compliment," Chasina smirked playfully.

Nimona then turned to ask Ballister, "So, Boss, why didn't you tell me about this sister of yours?"

Chasina gasped dramatically, acting like she was hurt with a hand on her left chest, "You never told her about me? Oh, I'm so hurt, bro. So hurt."

Ballister chortled in embarrassment before admitting, "Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I never told Nimona about you. There were… a lot of things going on," he couldn't directly recall what happened a year ago.

Chasina nodded calmly. She remembered everything that happened as she also didn't like to discuss it either. Ballister was the victim here, so she didn't want to pressure him into talking about it, "Yeah. I heard everything that happened last year, and… I'm sorry."

Ballister reached for Chasina's arm with his prosthetic hand and held a gentle grip, "Hey, you got nothing to apologize. This has nothing to do with you. You barely even part of it."

"That was it. I was barely part of it… or I wasn't either," Chasina muttered with guilt as she sat down on a nearby stool, "I wish I could've been there for you."

"Hey, wherever you were that time, it's a good thing you weren't there, so you'd be safe."

"Still, I wish I could've done more."

"Eh, it wasn't a big deal. Boss and I handled things easily," Nimona scoffed, trying to cheer Chasina up.

Chasina rolled her eyes, "Oh yeah, just like when you beat up those knights at the Institute headquarters?" Ballister and Nimona were a little surprised that Chasina recalled that day because they had never seen her at the place. How did she know about that? "Or when you guys escaped at the marketplace."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa… how did you know that?" Nimona asked as she remembered that she never saw Chasina at the marketplace too.

"Well, it's not a big kingdom. Like I said, I was around," Chasina answered.

"So…, you were there the whole time?" Ballister asked with a surprising yet heartwarming voice when he realized that Chasina was helping him and Nimona without showing herself that time.

"Not all of it. You should appreciate that you two had an extra pair of hands when you were breaking stuff back at the Institute castle," Chasina smirked while closing her fist.

"You…" Ballister rushly hugged Chasina while ruffling her hair. He had never known that his adoptive little sister was helping him in the shadows. It was like she never left his side ever since she left, "You cheeky idiot! I could've seen you there!"

"Lucky for me, I was stealthy! Besides, I can't be shown just yet. I… I wasn't ready… As in, I wasn't ready to explain what happened when I left," Chasina frowned, ashamed to explain about her disappearance.

Ballisterr ever wondered what happened with Chasina and why she suddenly left without telling him and Ambrsoius, but it didn't matter because Chasina was here and finally came home, "Well, you should be able to open up about this on your own time. But we'll have plenty of time now that you're here."

"That'll be great," Chasina smiled while holding his flesh hand, "I miss you so much, Bal."

"I miss you too, Chas. I really do," Ballister replied while giving Chasina another hug.

The moment was interrupted when Nimona cleared her throat louder to get Ballister and Chasina's attention, "So, I hate to interrupt the sibling reunion, but tell me so much about you."

"About me?" Chasina asked surprisingly, "Nobody's interested in me before," In her life, Chasina was a nobody, and she wasn't known to the whole kingdom except for Ballister and Ambrosius. No other people had ever asked her about her life or her feelings. It was probably because she had no reputation, no title, no anything. At least there was someone outside her friendship circle who asked about herself, "Well, I used to train at the academy. The queen brought me in. I used to live in the streets, but my life couldn't get any better ever since I met my big brother," she wrapped an arm on Ballister's back. That was when Ballister began to wonder why Chasina didn't mention Ambrosius in her sentence. He was also there when they met Chasina when they were still children.

"You know, I couldn't help but ask… how did you help us back at the Institute castle? You didn't even have a sword," Nimona wondered about it since Chasina mentioned she used to be a trainee of the Institute along with Ballister and came here without a sword or a scabbard.

"I used these," Chasina pulled a circular hairpin from her pocket.

Ballister gaped happily as he remembered that hairpin… he made that hairpin for Chasina when they were still young, "The hairpin I gave you."

"Well, no, this…" Chasina pointed to the hairpin on her hair, "… is the hairpin you gave me. This…" She held the other hairpin with her fingers, "…is a copy. I used this as my own weapon. Watch this."

Chasina demonstrated by tossing the hairpin into the air where it hit a flower vase on the window, then it bounced onto a wall before hitting a chain with a hook, and back to Chasina, who caught it with her own hand.

Both Ballister and Chasina were impressed by Chasina's hairpin-toss technique. Even a sword can be disarmed with that kind of weapon. Small but dangerous kind of weapon.

"Wooow, that was so cool! Can I try one?" Nimona asked while extending her hand.

"Knock yourself out," Chasina flipped the hairpin into the air like a coin, and Nimona caught it.

Nimona then tossed the hairpin like how Chasina did, but it wasn't exactly how Chasina used it when the hairpin only crashed into a microwave, exploding it.

Well, they won't have a microwave anymore. They just bought that microwave, and yet they won't have one anymore. Ballister was distraught about the microwave, but Nimona and Chasina found it satisfying as the former made rock hand gestures with both her hands, "Metal!"

"Nice throw!" Chasina complimented.

Ignoring the microwave, Ballister was still impressed that Chasina would use a small useless object as an indestructible weapon, "I can't believe you would use the hairpin I gave to you when we were kids as your weapon."

"Well, I didn't have my sword, so I compromised, and used the things I got… and the hairpin is the only thing I can see as a weapon," Chasina explained while still pointing the real hairpin on her hair.

"I gotta hand it to you, Bluey…" Nimona was about to comment before asking, "Can I call you Bluey?"

Chasina was a little uncomfortable with that nickname since it described her signature color and her color outfit, "No…"

"Bluey it is!" To Chasina's surprise, Nimona's grinning and exciting face was already right in front of her, "I never thought you would be this cool."

But Ballister doubted that since Chasina was known to be the "weakest" out of him and Ambrosius combined, "Oh please, Chasina wasn't that cool. I bet she wouldn't dodge this!" He threw his prosthetic fist at Chasina, but, much to his surprise, she gripped onto his fist.

"I don't dodge..." Chasina didn't hesitate when she swung Ballister upwards before throwing him down on the table. He felt a slight pain in his back, but it wasn't so critical. He was so shocked about Chasina's ability that he never knew she had it in her, "I'm flexible."

Nimona laughed when she saw her boss being defeated by a woman, "Now that was cool! She's cooler than you, Boss!"

Ballister deadpanned. It might be a tease, but he thought Nimona liked Chasina more than him now. Chasina offered him her hand as he accepted it, and she helped him stand up. Ballister then smiled, feeling speechless about Chasina's ability, and realized she changed a bit, but a good change.

"You know, why don't we go out to our favorite restaurant? We should hang out again, just like we used to do," Ballister suggested, walking towards his computer to get his phone.

"Now I can't wait for that," Chasina said excitedly.

"And we'll stop by at the headquarters to get Ambrosius!" He suggested.

Chasina excitement turned to distraught, "Noooo! What?! No!"

Ballister was shocked by Chasina's reaction when he mentioned Ambrosius, "Wha—Chas, this is Ambrosius! You love that guy!"

"Used to, but now I don't!" Chasina crossed her arms and looked away upsettingly.

But Ballister refused to believe this. Chasina had never shown signs of hatred before, especially for or about Ambrosius, "Whoa, Chas, what's wrong with you? You always loved Ambrosius. You always looked up to him like he was your mentor."

"Look, that was before, okay?! Things changed now, as so was he," Chasina murmured, remembering how the "change" in Ambrosius made her feel different about him.

"Oh, now I like her already," Nimona snickered sinisterly. She also had the same dislike towards Ambrosius because of how he treated Ballister, "What do you think you'll do when you see him?"

"I'm gonna kill him," Chasina smiled, pulling out a knife.

Nimona grinned, "That's what I'm talking about! Love her!"

"But he's lucky because I don't want to see him anymore."

"Off, that's just cruel… I like it!"

But Ballister never found this funny. He was so suspicious as to why Chasina suddenly showed some signs of hatred towards Ambrosius. Even mentioning his name tipped her off. It wasn't hate yet, but it sounded close to it, "Chasina, what's gotten into you? Ambrosius would be very happy to see you."

"Will he though?" Chasina doubted while crossing her arms, thinking if Ambrosius ever wanted to see a friend… or if he needed a friend at all.

"Of course! He misses you and he loves you! He was so worried when you were gone for a while."

"I highly doubted that. I even doubt if he ever wants to see me."

"That's not true, Chas."

"Oh please. Like you believe in that. I don't think he'll ever want to see a friend."

Now that was rude, even for Chasina. Ballister began to wonder why she said something so mean about Ambrosius. She'd never said things like that before. She had always been a nice girl. Suspiciously, she was only nice to him, but not to Ambrosius when he was brought up in the conversation.

Having enough of waiting for Chasina's explanation, Ballister moved closer to her, and asked curiously, "Okay, I had enough curiosity for one day, but I want to know this. What's going on with you, Chas?"

"Nothing!" Chasina stubbornly shouted.

Ballister didn't buy that, "It's not nothing. Why do you suddenly have a grudge against Ambrosius?"

"Seriously! You don't know?" Chasina was surprised that Ballister had no idea. It was like what happened between Iim and Ambrosius never happened.

In truth, Ballister never knew the reason, "No. I don't."

Chasina hated to recall what happened last year… what happened between Ballister and Ambrosius… her two brothers who were supposed to be best friends… one of them betrayed the other… betrayed their friendship, and Chasina believed that friendship sank along with her "Well, I don't want to talk about it."

"Come on, Chasina, it's just me. Why are you acting like this?" Ballister asked with a smile, hoping that smile built trust.

Chasian wanted to tell Ballister what was going on with her, but she was still upset to talk about it, "It's complicated, okay?"

"Did you do something to you?"

"No!"

"What did he do to make you so mad?"

"I told you, I don't want to talk about it!"

Chasina's loud voice made Ballister startle a little and Nimona surprise by this reaction. As much as Nimona liked Chasina's attitude, she was concerned why this was a big deal. Chasina realized she raised her voice too aggressively as she shook her head and calmed down. She looked away from Ballister while her arms were still crossed, still stayed silent.

Ballister sighed, thinking of giving up and asking Chasina what her deal against his boyfriend was. Yet, he didn't want to pressure Chasina to confess. He didn't want this to ruin his reunion with her. He just got his sister back and he wanted this day to be happy and special, "Look, maybe we can talk about it when we head out to eat."

Chasina calmed her anger down and turned back at Ballister, "Well, I can do that, but not talking about Ambrosius, okay?! I don't want to talk about him or mention his name. You got that?!"

"Alright, alright, why don't you head out first and we'll follow you," Ballister walked towards the door and opened the door for Chasina like a gentleman.

Chasina appreciated the gesture as she causally walked out. Ballister and Nimona followed behind her… not before getting into a quiet conversation between the two while the latter wasn't listening or looking.

"You're not sticking to your word, huh?" Nimona guessed.

"Nope. I have another plan," Ballister said quietly.

Chasina didn't hear their conversation. She cleared her throat and said, "Come on. I'll take you guys to my car."

"You have a car?!" Ballister exclaimed in surprise.

"Yep," Right there, Chasina pulled out the covers, revealing her car. She covered the car right after she parked it in the area, just for safety, "Once I had enough money from my multiple jobs, I decided to buy one and the dealer offered me a cheap deal," she opened the passenger door while explaining.

"I call shotgun!" Nimona yelled excitedly as she zoomed in as a pink aura into the passenger seat.

Chasina rolled her eyes and let Nimona take the seat. She didn't mind at all.

"Hey Chas, mind if I take the wheel?" Ballister requested.

"Well, I wanna try sitting at the back row, so… alright, but this is still my car," Chasina said as Ballister nodded in agreement.

Ballister opened the back door for her, and Chasina got in before the former closed the door for her. Ballister then took the driver's seat before closing the door and started to drive the car. All part of the plan… Although the car wasn't expected to be part of his plan, he took it as an advantage to go along with his plan.

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Ballister and Chasina's reunion was referenced by Ducktales: Nothing Can Stop Della Duck

Nimona and Chasina's first meeting was almost similar to the former and Ballister's first encounter.

Nimona's nickname for Chasina "Bluey" was referenced by an Australian animated preschool television series, "Bluey"

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Nimona OC - Charlotte Swiftheart/Corova

AND NOW FOR THE PROMISED FIGHT SCENE WOO

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In a flash of beautiful pink light and some sparkles, Nimona jumps and shifts in the air, transforming into a gorilla. Several knights exclaim in alarm, and Nimona lands directly in front of Ambrosius. She roars in his face, blowing his perfect hair into complete disarray. And once she's done, she lifts a finger to poke his nose.

"Boop." With that, she turns and barrels through some guards, and Charlotte finally looks at the guards in front of her. She smirks.

"Hi." She pulls her sword off her hip and swings it at the nearest knight, who stumbles back while lifting his sword to block her. She ducks past another's blade, then swiftly spins to sweep the knight's legs from beneath her. A block, a parry, a swift kick to the chest. Swiftheart may not have been her true name, but it did always suit her. She can hear an engine whirring, and she recognizes the sound of the hoverbike. As she turns, she spots it coming toward her, and a grin stretches across her face. She turns and runs toward it, and once it's close enough, she sets one hand on the front and flips, pushing upward and effectively unclipping her cloak while in the air. The bike keeps speeding forward once she lands, but the rider can no longer see.

"That was awesome!" Nimona cries, smacking a knight away from Charlotte with a giant gorilla arm. Charlotte winks at her, then they both move to get to Ballister. While Nimona transforms into a cat, Charlotte blocks another sword and spins around the knight, kicking into the weak point at the back of his legs and sending him to his knees, before finishing the job with a kick to the head. She backs up, eventually finding herself back to back with Ballister. Just like old times. And it truly feels like it as they fight together, moving in synchronous harmony that they learned from training side by side for six years. Six years together, six years apart, and it's like nothing has changed. The knights still standing form a loose circle around them, charging in a few at a time, but as Nimona transforms into an ostrich, and happily begins running around the circle on the knights with a joyful laugh...well, they make quick work of the circle. Ballister holds up his hand, and Nimona shifts into an armadillo and jumps into Ballister's waiting hand. And Ballister throws her, her hard shell clanging off the knights armor as the knight crumbles over in pain. "Sorry, not sorry!" While Ballister is preoccupied with one of the hoverbikes shooting at them, Charlotte turns as another knight charges at her. Their swords collide and...Charlotte recognizes her moves. She pushes the knight back, sword still held high.

"Alieza?" she asks. The knight lifts her face mask, and Charlotte recognizes her face, even if it's older. Alieza Wiseman. Charlotte liked her better before she changed her name to be more knightly.

"Charlotte, let's go!" She glances over her shoulder, and Ballister is up on Nimona's horse form as she runs around the knights.

"Stop that...horse?" Ambrosius calls. Charlotte turns to look at Alieza again.

"Gotta go." She swiftly knocks the weapon from her ex's hands.

"Charlotte!" Ballister yells. Charlotte turns and rushes after him and Nimona.

"Right behind you!" Nimona gallops toward the edge of the wall, even as Todd and another knight shoot toward her and Ballister. While the two of them exchange words that Charlotte can't hear, she prepares herself for what she's about to do. Once Nimona is close enough, Todd and the other knight stop shooting, ducking away from her as she jumps over them and over the side of the wall. And while they're distracted, Charlotte jumps up, her foot landing on the front of Todd's bike, and she jumps and turns in the air, sending a mock salute Ambrosius's way before plummeting over the side.

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bridgyrose · 1 year

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Prompt Idea: Ruby is thrown through the portal into Vacuo by one of Cinder's attacks before she can fall, Neo and WBY/J still fall into the Ever After and Ruby is up in Vacuo thinking she got her sister, teammates, and best friends killed

(Hope you're ready for this)

Ruby slammed her hands against the portal, the words Weiss had told Ambrosius running through her mind with each thump. Her hands started to bruise as her aura recharged from the hit she took from Cinder’s fireball, hating herself for not catching Weiss’s wording until after it was too late. Of course Ambrosius had taken the exit part literally, it was exactly as they wanted. Doors leading into the bridge space that they could go through to tell others, and an exit at the other end. Only an exit, no way back.

“Ruby!” Oscar yelled out as he slammed his cane into another grimm. “We could really use your help!”

“I have to get back and help the others!” Ruby called out as she slammed her hand against the portal once more. “I have to get back and make sure they get through as well!”

“Now’s not the time!” Nora took a shot at one of the larger grimm, glaring as the sandstorm continued to rage. “We have to help everyone that’s made it through now! Otherwise all of this will have been for nothing!”

Ruby took a breath to calm herself and gripped the hilt of her scythe as she pulled away from the portal. “Right… help who we can now.” She paused as she felt Ren’s hand on her shoulder and a calm started to run through her.

“They’ll make it through. You have to trust them.”

“You’re right. They’ll… they’ll pull through. But Yang…” Ruby turned to watch the grimm that were at the edge of the sandstorm, waiting as the less experienced grimm started to make their moves. “We’ll find a way to get her back once everyone is safe.” She rushed towards the grimm, taking shot after shot at the ravagers that flew in. “Nora! Start taking pot shots in front of the grimm, give us a perimeter to work with! Emerald! Ren! Help Oscar get the stragglers that get past Nora! I’ll get rid of the ones in the air!” Her focus stayed on fighting the grimm and giving a chance for someone to see them and get them to Vacuo, desperately waiting for her team.

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*two weeks later*

“You need to rest-”

“I cant rest!” Ruby snapped at Oscar, shaking as she held herself up against a table. She took a breath and lowered herself into a seat and slumped against the chair. “I have to do better, find a way to stop Salem and help others before I get anyone else killed.”

Oscar put a hand on Ruby’s shoulder. “You… you dont know that they’re dead.”

“You heard Winter, Cinder killed them. She blasted Weiss off the bridge and for all we know, she killed them all the same way she killed Penny-” Ruby paused for a moment as Penny’s name rolled off her tongue, her heart ached at the thought of Penny being gone. Sure, they only had an hour to come up with a plan to save her, and it had worked. But everything went so wrong so quickly… Yang fell, Penny got involved in the fight, and even though thousands were saved, she still wasnt able to save the people that she cared about. “They’re… they’re gone and its all my fault.”

“We all knew the risks of the plan, and you still saved the people of Atlas. And with Vacuo’s help, we can make sure everyone is saved and we can find a way to stop Salem.”

“But what if we’re wrong?”

“Wrong about what?”

“About Salem.” Ruby looked up from where she sat and over to Nora, Emerald, and Ren as they tried to settle a dispute between a few citizens from Vacuo and Atlas. “What if we cant stop her or if stopping her only ends up harming more people? What if all we’re doing is playing right into her hands just like Ironwood? Sure, we’re making strides with uniting Remnant, but what’s the point if she still ends up getting the relics? What’s the point if Cinder is still out there somewhere ready to get the last relic? Salem already has the staff and the lamp, Cinder can get the Beacon relic as soon as its found… what makes us think we can keep Salem from getting the relic from Vacuo?”

Oscar sighed and gently squeezed Ruby’s shoulder to try to calm her. “We… probably arent. But none of us have been ready for anything like this, right? And even if she gets the relic from here, we can still stop her. I dont know how, but I know we’ll come up with something. But right now, you need to rest. We all do.”

Ruby shook her head and stood up. “I’m going to see if Headmaster Theodore has anything he needs me to do.”

“Ruby-”

“I’m not going to rest while I can be doing something… anything to help make things right. I have to make sure that our friends’ sacrifices werent in vain.”

“And working yourself til you drop dead isnt the way to do it.”

Ruby paused in her step and looked at Oscar, her heart shattering as a few tears rolled down her cheeks. “Then what am I supposed to do?”

“Let me handle the refugees. You dont have to hold this burden alone.”

Ruby slowly nodded and pulled Oscar into a hug as her legs shook. She squeezed him tightly, and slowly let him go, still nearly draped over him. None of the words she wanted to say could come out, but she knew she didnt have to say much as she listened to Oscar speak once more.

“Take a few days to rest, take things easy. You’ve been through a lot and you need your own time to rest just like the rest of us. We can handle things for you. And then, once everything has calmed, we can have a memorial for our fallen friends. That way, they can be with us no matter what.”

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #oscar pine #drabbles #end of a team au #end of a team

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melemele-island-official · 6 months

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Ambrosius’ Lost Childhood

(A Nimona agere fic! One that i’m actually posting on main!)

Ambrosius realized that he never had a childhood, at least not a good one. The constant pressure has taken its toll on him. So, he turns to a little different of a coping mechanism.

CW: mentions of eating disorders, diet control

Ambrosius sighed.

“It’s fine, Bal. I don’t need any more. Otherwise I’ll get too…” He cut himself off as he realized what he was about to say. Ballister set his mug of tea down as he noticed the trembling of his partner’s lips.

“Hey, hey. Rose. You need to eat, just a little more. You’re safe here. You can eat.” He held up a forkful of lettuce.

“Look, it’s even got your favorite dressing on it.” Ambrosius shrank away from the fork, shaking his head. Ballister set down the fork.

“I’m gonna get sick, Bal, please don’t make me eat.” Tears began to well up in the taller man’s hazel eyes. Ballister knew this behaviour all too well, the one that said that he really didn’t want to eat.

“Alright, that’s okay, Rosebud.” Rosebud was Ballister’s nickname for Ambrosius whenever he regressed, and hearing it made the final string, the one holding him together, snap.

He practically fell into Ballister’s arms, sobbing into his shoulder. His mental age dropped from a panicky 27-year-old to a wailing 2-year-old. At that age, he didn’t even really know what he was wailing about, but whatever it was, it was making his brain feel icky.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay, Rosebud. Everything’s going to be alright.” The painful memories of being told he couldn’t eat any more, being sent off to bed without a meal, the nights he made himself throw up because he felt like he was getting too big, skipping meals. It all weighed down on him like a bag of bricks.

And he’d been working hard to break the cycle, and he was doing really good and hadn’t had a panic attack over food in a while—until tonight. He felt like he just ruined all that progress.

The panic attacks were always bad. Sometimes he threw up during them, sometimes he just got really scared, and other times he hurt himself. The throwing up ones were the worst.

Ballister rocked him back and forth, gently hushing him and running his fingers through his hair. As soon as the sobbing had reduced to little hiccups, he pulled out of Ballister’s embrace and sniffled.

“Do you want your baba?” Ballister asked gently, to which he nodded. He sat on the kitchen floor, watching Ballister as he walked to the refrigerator.

“Gonna puke up…” He mumbled, feeling some nervous-nausea. Ballister turned to look at him.

“If you’re going to puke up, you know where the wastebin is, baby.” He pointed to the wastebin, which was lined with a bag.

After they all moved in together, Ballister noticed that Ambrosius had quite a few times when he puked, whether he had a stomach bug, something irritated his allergies, or he had a panic attack. So he started making sure all the trashbins in the house were lined.

But he didn’t puke, which was a relief to both of them. Ballister helped Ambrosius stand up, and gently led him into the bedroom. He tucked him in his favorite blanket and his bottle of milk, and got in bed beside him.

The room was low noise, with the TV going on a low volume, the occasional flipping of pages from the book Ballister was reading, and the suckling noise from Ambrosius’ bottle.

Ballister smiled when he looked over to see his tiny one sound asleep, bottle nearly empty, which had fallen by his side. He gently took it and set it on the nightstand.

“Good night, Rosebud.”

And he drifted off to sleep himself.

#ballister boldheart #nimona #sfw agere #age regression #ambrosius goldenloin #age regressor

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agereoneshots · 6 months

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oughhhh never mind about the last req thing lol i just got another idea

teenage bal and amb

ballister just got his wisdom teeth removed, and he involuntarily regresses, worrying ambrosius, who doesn’t know a thing about age regression

Ballister whined.

"Yeah, that must hurt like crazy." Ambrosius said, helping Ballister back to their dorms. Ballister rested his head on Ambrosius' shoulder.

"I'm guessing you still got a lot of those drugs still in your system?" Ambrosius laughed a little. Ballister looked up to him with just the biggest puppy dog eyes he could (not like it was much of a challenge, Ambrosius thought. Ballister's default was puppy dog eyes!) and pouted.

"Upie?" He whispered. Ambrosius was confused and a little worried. This was not like his Ballister. Ambrosius decided that this must be from the drugs the dentist gave him and picked him up.

"Be glad I can carry you." Ballister cuddled as close as he could to him. Ambrosius carried him to his dorm and set him down on the bed. Ballister whined.

"What do you want this time?" Ambrosius asked. Ballister pointed to his bed. Ambrosius thought for a moment before looking under the bed. There was a box. He pulled it out and opened it. Inside was a teddy bear and a pacifier. Ok, this was definitely not from the drugs. Ballister made grabby hands at the contents of the box.

"You...want these?" Ballister nodded. Ambrosius gave him the teddy bear and put the pacifier in his mouth. Ballister hummed contently as he cuddled his toy. Ambrosius put the box down and pulled out his phone. Might as well do some research while Ballister was asleep.

Ballister woke up no longer regressed. Upon realizing he had the pacifier in his mouth, he looked around to make sure no one was there and froze when he saw Ambrosius. The two stared at each other for a moment before Ballister took the pacifier from his mouth.

"So...um..."

"I looked it up and found..age regression? Is that what this is?"

"Yeah..." The two sat together quietly.

"You have the day off to recover and I managed to convince them to let me take the day off to help you."

"You did?"

"Yeah...do...do you want to be regressed?"

"I....I....yeah. I do..."

"Then I'll do my best to care for a little baby Ballister!"

#age regression #agere #fandom agere #nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister boldheart

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earako · 9 months

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Baby steps

There was one thought that kept cycling through Ambrosius mind that bothered him. It was just a small little nudge at first, he'd thought the concern would fade with time, would fade as he and Ballister remapped their relationaship.

He thought it would fade with the return of Nimona.

It didn't. If anything the nudge grew into a push, then a shove. Then it was outright punching the squishy brain tissue in Ambrosius head until finally he blurted it out, "It could have been anyone."

Ballister's humming stopped. Nimona pulled their headphones off and turnef away from the stove where they were cooking breakfast tacos for lunch. ("They're lunch tacos now, boss, cause we're having them for lunch.")

"What was that, love?" Ballister asked, setting down his mug as he leaned forward to place a hand on top of Ambrosius'.

"I...it's nothing."

"The same nothing that's been bugging you for the past two months?" Nimona asked from the stove. Ambrosius startled. "How- you- was it that obvious?"

"Dude. 1000 years old, remember? You learn how to read people." Nimona said with an eye roll, not in an annoyed manner, moreso in a 'these mortals I swear' sort of way.

"Right...right..."

"Ambrosius?" Metal fingers lightly squeezed Ambrosius hand. He sighed, tried to word what he wanted to say in his head. Sighed again.

"I was...I was thinking of the director." Nimona stuck out their tongue and scrunched up their face. "Ew, gross."

"I'm with Nimona here, love. Why would you waste brain space on that woman?" Ballister asked, his head tilting in confusion.

He had a point. The director had hurt all three of them severely, she should be the last thing on Ambrosius mind.

But the thing was...

"I was just thinking...I think what made the director so terrifying was that she could have been anyone." Nimona quirked an eyebrow up at him. It seemed like she had an idea as to what Ambrosius was trying to get at but waited for him to say it himself

"You wanna expand on that, Goldie?"

"I mean, I," Ambrosius huffed as he tried to gather this thoughts. "All that talk about always being on our guard, always being alert for threats...always wanting to protect the realm. It's what we were all taught."

"Right, the brainwashing."

"Nimona, let him finish," Ballister scolded with no real heat behind it. He nodded at Ambrosius to continue.

"No, no Nimona's right, it was brainwashing, I mean," Ambrosius gestured with his free arm to Ballisters prosthetic, "This? Messed up, training people to attack as a reflex? And-and if they get paranoid enough, if they see danger everywhere, the director said Nimona was a threat to our way of life but the only real threat was her-" Ambrosius breath sped up, his hands moving to grip at his hair.

"Hey Goldie-"

"Ambrosius-"

"The way we lived -created- the director. Her crimes were a direct byproduct of our very society and-and how are we gonna fix that? How are we gonna undo decades of mental programming-"

One pair of arms grasped his shoulder while another tore his hands way from his hair.

"Goldie, you keep that up and you're gonna go bald."

"What Nimona is trying to say," Ballister growled with a glare at the shapeshifter, "is you're worrying yourself with facts we already know."

"What boss said. Goldie, look, now you know you were wrong, good, great even. But yanking your hair out isn't gonna undo the things the director did, the things you or Gloreth did. What was that you said, boss? Baby steps?" Another nod from Ballister.

"We're- there's always going to be people like the director. All we can do is make sure their voices stay as a minority. This'll take time, Ambrosius and it'll be hard, but it won't be impossible. Alright?"

"I..." Now that Ambrosius thought about it he felt a little silly for his freakout. Of course Ballister and Nimona wouldn't let them turn back to the director's ways. What was he so scared about?

He took Ballister and Nimona's hands in his own, giving them a light squeeze

"Yeah, alright."

#nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #post canon #ficlet #I was having thought #and brain spat this out #so here ya'll go-

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