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Nimona headcannons for being her younger sibling, please?
~Nimona as your older sister~
●Nimona would make an awesome older sister
●She'd definitely keep you entertained with her mischievous antics and cool powers.
●She's always have your back no matter what.
●you would never have a dull moment with her.
●Nimona would be there to support you, cheer you on, and protect you when needed.
●She would encourage you to embrace your uniqueness and be true to yourself.
●She'd be the kind of sister who would make you laugh with her silly jokes and be your partner-in-crime on all sorts of exciting adventures.
●Whether it's exploring new places, trying new things, or just being there to listen.
●Nimona would be super overprotective of you when you guys walk around the kingdom.
●Would definitely beat up anyone who is mean to you or calls you a monster.
●She would also turn into any type of animal you want, give you rides on them, fly around, go for a good swim. Anything you want
●Ballister and Ambrodius would kinda be like parents to you and nimona. (They are definitely overprotective of you guys frr)
#nimona#x reader#headcanon#fyp#nimona x reader#x sister reader#nimona the movie#ballister boldheart#ballister x ambrosius
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Ballister Boldheart x daughter reader
Hero's and Villian's
Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Liria, there lived a fearsome and notorious villain named Ballister Boldheart. He was known for his cunning strategies, his sharp wit, and his mechanical arm that he had crafted himself. Ballister was feared by all, except for one person - his daughter, Y/N.
Y/N was a spirited and adventurous young girl, who had inherited her father's intelligence and love for mischief. She had grown up in the secret lair that Ballister had built deep within the mountains, surrounded by his loyal henchmen and his vast collection of weapons.
Despite his reputation as a villain, Ballister loved his daughter dearly. He had always wanted to protect her from the dangers of the world, but Y/N had a mind of her own. She yearned for excitement and craved the thrill of adventure, just like her father.
One day, as Y/N was exploring the hidden chambers of their lair, she stumbled upon a dusty old book. It was filled with tales of legendary heroes and mythical creatures. The stories ignited a fire within her, and she couldn't help but dream of becoming a hero herself.
Y/N approached her father with her newfound ambition, expecting him to dismiss her dreams. To her surprise, Ballister listened intently, his mechanical arm whirring softly as he pondered her words. He knew that he couldn't deny his daughter the chance to follow her heart, even if it meant risking her safety.
With a heavy heart, Ballister agreed to let Y/N embark on her own adventure. He provided her with a suit of armor, specially designed to protect her, and a small, mechanical companion named Widget, who would accompany her on her journey.
Y/N set off into the world, determined to prove herself as a hero. She encountered dangerous creatures, solved puzzles, and rescued those in need. Along the way, she discovered that being a hero wasn't just about defeating villains, but also about showing compassion and kindness.
As Y/N's fame grew, so did her father's worry. He couldn't help but fear for her safety, but he also couldn't deny the pride he felt watching his daughter become the hero she had always dreamed of being.
One day, as Y/N returned to their lair, she found her father waiting for her. His eyes were filled with a mixture of relief and concern. He embraced her tightly, his mechanical arm whirring with emotion.
"I'm proud of you, Y/N," Ballister said, his voice filled with love. "But remember, even heroes need to rest and recharge. Never forget the importance of family and the love that surrounds you."
Y/N nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. She had learned so much on her journey, but the most important lesson was the unconditional love of her father.
From that day forward, Y/N continued her adventures, but she always made sure to return to her father's lair, where they would share stories of their respective exploits. Together, they formed an unbreakable bond, proving that even villains can have a heart of gold.
And so, the fearsome Ballister Boldheart and his heroic daughter, Y/N, lived their lives, side by side, forever connected by love and the shared desire to make a difference in the world.
#ballister boldheart#ballister boldheart x daughter reader#daughter reader#x reader#storeboughtmashedpotatos#Nimona x fem reader#nimona x reader
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Investigating
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❥ Pairing: Nimona/reader
❥ Romantic or Platonic: Romantic
❥ Headcanon or Oneshot: Oneshot
❥ Reader: GN
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It had been a day or two since Nimona had dragged you with her to Ballister's hideout/Home. You were one of the only ones that hadn't threatened to murder the pink girl. Sure you were a bit scared of her at first but she grew onto almost immediately.
So there you were currently on the couch next to a passed out Ballister. Your Lover was cooking her breakfast tacos and to be honest, Nimona wasn't a bad cook at all. You fully expected Ballister to not have a kitchen by the time she was done.
Her music traveled to her headphones and broke into the air. You just watched her every movement, how could you not? She as a whole was just so fascinating to your eye. Her voice broke your thoughts on her.
"You hungry? I made some breakfast tacos"
She felt the need to ask due your eyes on her. It wasn't out of the ordinary for you to do this but she thought it was an amazing time to offer. "Ah, y'know I'm not very hungry right now" You kindly declined the offer from her. She shrugged and turned back around to her cooking.
"So....who do you think framed him?" You gestured to Ballister. "It was definitely the squire, it better be or else I'm gonna sound crazy" you hummed in response letting her know you agree with her. All this sudden a loud gasp came from Nimona.
"What if we went out and investigated? Just me and you?!" Your face lit up at the thought of you and her going out and doing something together but your mind snapped somewhere else.
Ballister. "What about him though?" You nodded to the passed Ballister right next to you. Nimona gave you a look and shrugged. "What about him? He's a big boy, he can take care of himself. Now come on come on!" Nimona threw her Breakfast tacos on the counter and took your arm dragging out of the door.
This was going to be a busy day.
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Family (Platonic)
This one is a bit long!!! Nimona was so good, and meant so much to me! Wanted to do this as soon as I saw the film and have finally completed it! Just a quick warning, story contains some mentions of self doubt over lgbt identity, some mentions of Suicidal Ideation, and I think that is all (if I have forgotten anything, please let me know!!!). All my love to my lgbt siblings with everything going on right now <333 you matter so damn much! And this film coming at a time like this (and even more so after I learnt about the author of the graphic novel!) is everything!
Also, all my love to the WGA and SAG-AFTRA, keep fighting the good fight!!! I wouldn’t be here writing this (or really any fanfic) without your incredible writing and work! <333
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Summary: Nimona and Y/N are not siblings by blood, but choice, friendship, and loyalty. They find that support and acceptance in each other; but, when they catch wind of a knight who is just has hated as them, they see an opportunity to find someone else to add to their family.
If you had parents, you didn’t know them.
You just remembered always being out in the streets, just about standing by.
You never stole, you just took whatever left others you either found, or were given out of sympathy.
Pity did get you a long way, you had to admit.
People felt sorry for you, but then did nothing else to help you.
While it hurt, it never really put a chip on your shoulder. There was nothing anything you could do anyway. You couldn’t fight. You didn’t have a lot of strength in you.
One time, a group of people decided to leverage that. People like you; left behind and given nothing but scraps. Instead of coming together, however, they saw you as a weak link; something to blame for their issues and lot in life.
Just when you thought that would be it for you, someone called out. The pain stopped, but even if it lingered. You weren’t hit again. Your hearing was fuzzy, eyesight blurry.
You blacked in and out a few times.
When you came to, you are on a couch. You hear someone humming. You sit up, slowly, and see a girl around your age cooking.
“Oh, hey!” She says, turning back to you with a smile on her face, “don’t worry about those guys,” she assures you, “I took care of them.”
She seems almost proud.
Still, you just feel good that they’re gone now.
“You can have some of this, if you want,” she says, gesturing to her food.
“I don’t…I don’t want to be a burden,” you say.
You hear a growl, and see a red tiger in front of you, baring it’s teeth, “who said that?” She demands.
“No one really. Just…just the vibe, I guess?”
You look down, subconsciously; the girl seems to notice this, only watching you as you scramble to find the words you need. Then —
“I’m sorry…for not – for not knowing anymore. Could use someone like you out there.”
You feel something on your leg. Looking down, you see a red cat, rubbing itself on your leg. It looks up at you, before jumping on the couch.
“It’s not your fault, kid,” the cat says, “we’ll find them.”
You stroke the cat again. You feel safe. Sure, it’s a talking cat, but the cat was a girl a minute ago. You’ve seen what the world can hold magic wise. You know different things exist. Some people thrown out for all sorts of things they can’t control; this is that for her.
“‘We’?” You echo back to her, as she changes back to her redheaded form, arms crossed with a smirk on her face.
“Hell yeah, us!” She says, arms now up in the air, “we can watch each others back! Like a –“ her eyes light up, “like a sidekick!”
Something in your eyes brighten; something in hers soften, slightly.
They both do that a bit more as your smile widens, “ok then, where do we start?”
“Well, how about names?” She says, but there’s excitement in her eyes, “I’m Nimona!” She says, holding her hand out.
“I’m…” you say, holding out your hand and then pausing, “oh…”
She seems to catch onto what you mean, “I have a bunch of lists of names if you want to look?” She offers.
You nod, eagerly, and she fetches it – throwing some other items over her shoulder while she looks. She presents it to you. It’s a massive scroll that unfurls, “take your pick!” She says, arms outstretched to it like a ‘ta-da’ like pose. She’s proud of it.
You do pick one, even if it takes a bit of time. Still, you find one that works for you:
Y/N.
“Had a feeling you’d like that one,” she says, “I like it!”
You smile again. She does too, even if hers looks a bit like a snarl in a way; seems she’s already thinking of the damage you’ll do together. For you though, it’s about not being alone anymore.
You do get up to trouble. A lot of trouble. You paint art on walls; you play pranks on the guards so you can get somewhere – or sometimes just for fun.
Nimona’s ability to shapeshift is so damn cool. Internally, she feels a spark of happiness she hasn’t felt in a long time at your genuine acceptance and awe of her ability.
She, in turn, helps you find yourself as well. Your style, clothing wise. She notes things that make you uncomfortable as well. Sometimes that leads to deep chats; like the one you have about your lack of care for anything to do with sex or romance, or gender norms.
All she has to say to that is, “metal. Norms are for losers, anyway. I mean, end of the day, you’re Y/N, and I’m Nimona. That’s all that matters.”
It doesn’t matter if it’s something small or major that changes identity wise, her words are always the same and always true.
Her loyalty to you is the same as yours is to hers. You’re always defending her – despite her not always needing it – and backing her up in fights.
You always assure her she has you. You see her moments of vulnerability. Where the mask sort of drops. She always appreciates it. As while she’s not like you in the way of comforting people, she tries to learn from your softness and comforting manners.
You’re all each other have. At least, for a while anyway. You see the news of the manhunt for a man who killed the queen. Someone almost as hated as you are.
Nimona looks to you, and you know what your best friend is thinking.
So, you track him down. She does the talking; though at one point Ballister does look at you and seem to start implying you’re a monster to, and says, “hey, don’t look at them. Look at me,” he complies as he sees you looking around his room. You’re a curious thing.
“What — um, who are…?”
She raises an eyebrow, “they,” she starts, “are Y/N. My best friend and partner in crime and all things evil,” she then leans forward, “and I’m Nimona.”
“Yes…but, what does that mean?” He asks, trying not to piss her off. In his mind, scared he’ll become one of her – he’s sure – many victims.
A smirk appears on her face as she answers, “whatever we want it to mean.”
“Right. Yes. Ok,” he says, “that’s understandable.”
He sees you fiddling with one of his spare arms, “please be careful with that!” He says in fear. You put it back carefully, backing away from it. Nimona raises an eyebrow, letting you handle this. She knows you’re tougher than you look. Don’t get her wrong, you look better now; both a bit more comfortable in your own skin, but also decently fed.
“What is that?” You ask.
“Oh…it’s one of my spares. Just an old prototype I guess, for this,” he says, gesturing to his arm.
“Hm,” you say, looking at it and then the old version, “it’s always nice to have a spare.”
“Like a sidekick!” Nimona says, adding it one to try and persuade the knight – or ex-knight you guessed.
“No, no! Those things do not match!”
“Oh, come on!” Nimona snaps at Ballister. You just watch the interaction go on. She’s always been a stubborn one.
Still, he leaves on his own. You sigh, looking to your friend, “come on,” you say, opening the door to go to where he will end up.
“Ok, kid. You ok with a quick flight?” Nimona asks you as you look at the scale of the building. It’s intimidating; that, and heights were never your thing.
You gulp, “y-yeah.”
“Alright!” She says, happy you’re trying to put yourself out there more.
So, up you go. Despite the fact that she can shapeshift, she keeps you in mind as well as you sneak into the cells section. You do, however, keep watch, letting her go into the cell and break Ballister out the old fashion way – and the way she more enjoys, violently punching the release.
In the closet, you help keep it closed, finding more items. Out of the two, you’ve always been the more resourceful one.
She gives you a single look after Ballister makes his promise. You know what she’s going to do, so you just pull Ballister back a bit as Nimona shifts once again.
Having had some close calls and only gotten away via her shifting, you’re able to stay on better than Ballister, though you do help him when you can reach him. As for you and Nimona, however, you’re pretty much in synch with each other.
However, then comes the need for an exit. You know Nimona can fly, but she can’t hold both of you. So —
“I’ll lead them away,” you say, not allowing anyone to stop you as you take off in the opposite direction.
“Y/N, no! Come back!” Nimona calls out to you. She knows you are quick on your feet, but this is a bad place to try to be. Don’t get her wrong, she’s having fun causing havoc, but now what she might gain in a boss, she may lose a friend. She won’t do that.
Still, nothing she can do. Boss comes first.
So, off she goes, getting them both to the floor.
“Do you see them?” Nimona asks; and he hears the concern in her voice. She’s violent, but cares a lot. He respects that. Despite being surround and fighting, he tries as much as he can to keep an eye out for you.
“There!” He shouts, pointing up before dodging another strike.
Nimona turns as well, smirking, but concern still in her eyes as she sees you near a ledge. You don’t even think about it, you just jump.
So, with the wings once again, she flies upwards, dodging any attacks, before catching you and bring you down to the ground.
You both roll, before joining the Frey once again. You’ve never been as good in fights as her, but your agility and quick thinking does help. Nimona goes more aggressive once she sees Ballister in trouble. You go around some of the guards to help, but you’re taken down too.
That’s only enrages her further.
After you escape, you both start to bond with him. And, he seems a bit more at ease with you both now. You did break him out after all. So, he lets you help. Being a bit more open to ideas.
You all get down to the subway, seeing your wanted images. Somehow, you had never been photographed, so you were just a question mark. Seemed fitting, in a way, you guessed.
“Hm, no,” your best friend says, looking from you to the question mark you, “I don’t see the semblance.”
You roll your eyes, and she just giggles to herself. Ballister watches you both, eyes softening slightly at your genuine friendship and connection.
On the subway, he asks you guys, “so, how long have you both known each other?”
You share a look; her’s is asking if you want to say it, and also asking if you are ok with it being said; yours is the same.
You both shrug. She goes first with her tale, using it to make fun of Ballister.
He still seems a little disturbed by her ability to shift, even asking her to go back a to the ‘normal’ version of her. You both raise eyebrows at him. Sure, he tries to cover up by saying that it’s for other people, and not him, but you don’t exactly buy it.
“Are some of your best friends, ‘normal’?” You say, having heard that before with some people trying to cover up their hatred for you by saying that they know others. It’s bullshit.
“What? I — I, no… No, that’s not what I meant —“ he says, trying to correct his error.
“Too late,” you say, folding your arms, looking away.
Nimona changes back to her human self, putting a hand on your shoulder.
“I, uh, I’m sorry,” Ballister says. You keep looking away.
“Boss means it, Y/NN,” Nimona says, squeezing your shoulder a bit.
Ballister goes to say something else, but Nimona only holds up a hand. He nods, knowing that this is your moment. You need your own breather.
After a moment, you look up at him, seeing his eyes holding a genuine guilt to it. And a plead to make this all better. It’s the first time someone other than Nimona has looked at you. Like a person. A friend, maybe even.
You look at your best friend, the only person you’ve ever been able to call family, and she gives you a smile. You mirror it, putting your hand on top of hers.
“Thanks, Nim,” you say softly.
She removes her hand, before nudging you with her arm, “course, squirt. You and me, right?” She says, holding out her pinky finger. You link yours to hers.
“You and me. Nimona and Y/N.”
“And that’s all that matters.”
Ballister smiles. Then a thought comes to him about the question he asked but didn’t get answers to.
“Are you guys siblings?”
You look at each other again, and nod in sync.
“Closest we’ll ever get to it.”
“That’s cool,” he says, “seriously. Having a friend is…it must be nice.”
Again, you share a look; your journeys have been rough, and you’ve saved each other more times than you can count, but he’s right.
Nimona changes to a small boy, and you smile at her comment of “I am today,” before she goes off to do her part of this hastily cobbled together plan.
Ballister notices your look, “what’s wrong?”
“Just…it’s weird.”
Ballister chuckles, but not in a mean why; more surprise than anything else, “can’t be, especially not compared to my day so far.”
You nod, only really half listening. But, the words come out of your mouth before you can stop them, “I don’t…I don’t feel a fit in with…all this,” you say, pointing to him and then a random woman across the road, “and Nim…she’s fluid with it, you know? Labels don’t really matter to her. I like them. But…I can’t find the right ones. We do our names, and it works and it…I mean, it’s a statement and I love that, really. I just — I don’t know.”
“We’ll find it,” he says, not catching himself on the first word, “trust me, from what I’ve seen of Nimona, she’d burn it all down for you to find it.”
“We’ve taken up too much time,” you say, clearing your throat, gesturing for him to follow you, as you watch the man Nimona was – well, once distracting, but now chasing, went around the corner, “sorry.”
You don’t give him time to say anything back in return, you just take his hand and lead him out into the street once again, trying to find a getaway.
He recognises someone; the one with the punchable face? Maybe, you can’t quite remember. Either way, Ballister is terrified.
He hastily gets you into the vehicle with him, but you do see Nimona with a giddy smile as she shuts the boot.
Then, off you go, though Nimona does call out to you to get down.
With nothing but blind luck, you make it to an alley way. Ballister freaks out at Nimona being hurt, but she doesn’t show it hurts that much. You’re sure it does, but not as much as what is going on inside of her. You sit on the boot of the vehicle as they talk, though they do make their conversation loud enough to make you feel included.
You watch with soft eyes at the interaction, and how Nimona describes it all. When she jumps down when saying “I just wouldn’t be me,” she puts a hand on your leg too, “just like they wouldn’t be them.”
She then nudges you, “go on, bud,” she says softly, gesturing over to the bench, “go have your lil session. I’ll stay with this guy,” she says, jumping up on the boot, legs swinging.
Silently, you go over to Ballister. He looks at a cut on your arm. You aren’t entirely sure when you got it, but he does what he can to clean it.
“May I try ask again how you met?”
“Sure,” you say, looking to Nimona, she nods, encouraging smile in tow, “not the greatest of origin stories. I was always a street rat,” a crumbled up piece of paper hits your head, thrown by your best friend, “Was just always out on the streets. Never remembered anything from before. Guess either I was abandoned by parents dying, or they just left me.”
Ballister pauses, looking at you with sympathy. Nimona’s eyes are casted down to the floor. Like noted before, your lives weren’t easy, even if you had each other. The chaos was always fun, when you guys controlled it. Rebellion was something you both loved, but you were always focused more on survival than rebellion; even though you tried.
“I’m so sorry.”
You give him a sad smile, “I have my moments where…” you drift off. Nimona’s eyes shoot right up to your figure. She knows where your thoughts are going.
“Your parents were either unlucky, or bad people,” she says, “if it’s the latter, then they lost out on someone awesome.”
“Thanks, Nim.”
“No, she’s right,” Ballister says in support, “you’re a sweet, kid. You’re loyal, and kind.”
“But I don’t know who I am.”
“Well, if it helps, I thought I liked girls when I was around your age,” you chuckle softly at that after he does.
“I don’t think I want that from anyone,” you admit. Nimona smiles, glad you feel safe enough to say it. It’s your own small rebellion; she can’t be prouder of you, even muttering out a small ‘hell yeah’ under her breath.
“That’s cool,” Ballister says; you scrunch your eyes brows up slightly, not expecting him to say that, “we want what we want from life. And…if I may ask, about the other thing?”
“…I – I don’t…I don’t think ‘he’ or ‘she’ fit me. I mean,” you look to Nimona in self consciousness, “I know that’s swapping one label for another, but —”
“Labels can help us find a home in ourselves,” she says, wisely. Ballister looks to her, seeing her gaze soft as she continues, “sometimes they change. But, as long as it’s your choice on it changing, then it’s all cool with me.”
You nod, but Nimona catches the slight guilt in your eyes. She hops off the boot, approaching you as Ballister finishes his work on the cut – having only resumed it after your addition, “I always said I’ll tell ya as many times as you need. And I don’t mind, really,” she says, putting an arm on your good shoulder, “you’re my little buddy. My best friend. You’re Y/N, and who that is may shift and change, but you’re still you at the core of that.”
Emboldened by your friends and the feeling of safety to be honest, you look to the man in the boot, “shall we?”
The two look to the man, who then speaks. Saying he’s happy for you all, but now really just wants to be let go.
“Oh, yeah,” your best friend says, cracking her knuckles.
You get the video evidence that’s you need. This is it, your boss – and maybe even friend at this point – can be free. Sure, it pisses you both off at his want to still believe in this system – this system that is built to hate people like you – but you still go with him. Nimona says she’s in it because everyone hate’s Ballister too; and yes, that is part of your reasoning too – you guys aren’t alone anymore. But…if you’re honest with yourself, it’s mainly the latter part to that. To find your crew, you go by your labels and accept you fully.
The plan goes well, and you all escape together this time. Ballister holding you as you fly away.
“Why didn’t we think of this the first time?” You shout over the wind.
“We’re not very smart!” Nimona says with a chuckle.
“You have your moments, though?” Ballister asks, cheekily.
You both laugh this time, “seems so!” You say in sync.
Back at Ballister’s, the events of everything, including another brawl - this time you were more successful - though Ballister was almost taken in but you guys won, and feeling of safety, allows you to sleep soundly for once. Nimona runs a hand through your hair, head in her lap. Ballister puts a blanket over her.
“Don’t wake them, Boss,” is all Nimona says, quietly.
Ballister chuckles quietly, “I won’t, don’t worry,” he assures, before going to his computer.
Nimona soon falls asleep herself.
When Ballister meets with Ambrosius, nothing on your past comes up. Ambrosius is question on it, and says, “I’m sorry, Bal. I really am. I think that (he/she) —“
“They,” he interjects.
“Ok, sorry, yes,” Ambrosius says, correcting himself, “I think they may of met Nimona and been taken down a path. But,” he reaches out and takes Ballister’s hands in his own, “you can stop this. You can save them. We can.”
When Ballister comes back, Nimona seemingly has a sixth sense about this. She wakes up, happy, but slightly on edge when she sees the look on his face. Carefully, she removes herself from you.
“What are you?” Ballister seethes.
“We aren’t doing this here,” Nimona says, moving to the back of the couch, as if a shield.
“Answer me.”
“You aren’t dragging them into this,” she says, a fiery protectiveness in her gaze, “do you know how much they’ve been –“
“How much as done because of you?” That stings, she won’t lie, “you drag them around with you into your schemes. They’re an innocent pers-“
“Exactly,” Nimona says, keeping her voice quiet, but letting the anger still roll through her words, “so, if you wanna blame someone, which you oh so apparently do, then blame me, ok?”
“What’s going on?” You say, slurred as you still adjust to the world. You blink a few times, before slowly sit up on the sofa. You turn to your friends, and both have angry looks on their faces, “what’s wrong?”
“Gloreth,” Ballister says, “the darkness she was fighting to keep out? It was her,” he says, ripping the bandaid off instantly.
You look to Nimona, eyes wide, but not filled with fear, just shock.
“Y/N…” Nimona says, seemingly only seeing what she wants to.
“Nim,” you say, taking her hands in your own, “it doesn’t matter,” despite the reassurances, her mind is already made up. Those voices that she’s kept at bay for herself, and help you fight – and you have returned the favour in both small and large ways – are back in full force. You can see it on your friend…on your sister’s face. It pains you to no end.
“Get away from her, Y/N,” Ballister advices.
“No,” you say, firmly.
“Y/N, please…” you hate how her voice cracks a bit, looking at you.
“Hey, what was it you always said? We’re all we’ve got. You and me, yeah?”
“Don’t you understand what she is. She’s a —”
“No,” you spit, looking to Ballister, who is a bit taken aback, “it doesn’t matter. It matters who she really is. She’s Nimona. Just like I’m Y/N, and you’re Ballister. You’re the ex-knight. I’m the street rat, and Nimona is the reason this broken system was made in the first place.”
“It’s not broken,” Ballister says, running a hand through his hair.
“It always has been!” You shout, he jumps, “don’t you get that? Someone framed you for power. That power is used to make people like me hate themselves. It turns people against each other. It tears people apart, and you still support it!”
“Because it keeps us safe from monsters who want to destroy it!” He can’t stop the words as they tumble out. But, as soon as he sees you both flinch, he wants to take it back.
Nimona runs first, and as you go to follow, you pause at Ballister’s door, “you know, I really thought you’d be different,” the words strike him just like Ambrosius’ sword did. Then, you’re gone.
He slams his hand onto the table, swiping objects away. One gets his attention, that old arm he’d made. The spare. The useful spare. The one that got him through a lot before this better one.
Sure, he knew the metaphor didn’t completely work, but you were curious being. You just wanted to find safety, and Nimona just wanted to find that as well. You were both just looking for love in a world that hid it from you because of who you were.
He remembered when he first came out, how it was rocky. You were both young (sure, Nimona was old in terms of this story of her, but she was a young girl in physical form) and your lives had been several levels below rocky.
You and Nimona were all you had. He…god he realises, he was part of that too. For a moment, they let someone else in. Let someone else be a lifeline.
The words he’d said…he could see on Nimona’s face when she looked at you that something had changed in your dynamic as soon as he said it. She looked at you like she was a poison, and there was no antidote. He always remembered your words, about how at the beginning you would…oh, oh he knows what you mean now by what you wanted to do.
That pain because you couldn’t be free; you couldn’t completely be you. Oh no. Oh god.
He finds his sword. The thing that started him on this path. A path that led him to you both. Two spirited, loyal people.
He then feels the ground shake. He looks to the tv. He knows who that is. He knows who is on one last run.
“Good Gloreth,” he says, before running out of the door, just hoping that he isn’t too late. That he can make this right. As right as he can, anyway.
As for you, you try all you can to get Nimona’s attention, and she only flies away. God, you hate it; you’ve never really been out to this part of the walled off city before. You don’t know where she would go. You go to the town. There’s an abandoned building you went to one time when at a low. Nimona saved you that day, flying up to you and sitting with you. It must’ve been hours, but she managed to get you down and home. Sure, that location changed. But Nimona was a constant. She was family. She was home. She was security; always there for a pep talk or defence. You were always there with a plan or a way out. She’d always follow them, executing them to a T. You just worked.
You affirmed each other. Any doubts you’d talk about. You’d clean swap clothes, steal some if they didn’t fit or felt wrong. Tag areas with different names, but the same style so everyone knew it’s was you.
You feel a rumble as you reach the top of the building. A dark, shadowy creature, makes its way into town. Stomping over things, but not hitting anything. The only time it does is when it’s shot, screeching out in pain as it falls down.
You know who it is. You recognise a part of the scream.
It’s Nimona.
You look down the building, a hell of a drop. You see more of the flying vehicles going for her. Quickly, you do some calculations. You take a few steps back. Don’t get yourself wrong, you’re not in the healthiest of mindsets right now. If you miss, it’s a big drop, and then…well, whatever comes next. But, you have to try this. You have to try and protect your family as best you can. So, counting down quickly, you run.
You jump.
You land right on one of the vehicles. The guard is too shocked to really do anything. So, you push him with all your might, and he falls, but catches himself. You just focus on the controls of this thing. Not that many. It’s simple, but effective. It works.
So, despite some near crashes, you sort of get the hang of this thing. You use it to shoot at the attackers hurting Nimona. Some fire back at at you, others dodge and keep going at this person they decided needs to be put down for the benefit of the people.
You try your most, even get lucky, but there’s a lot of carnage going on; all their own doing.
You see, however, what Nimona is making a bee line for. The sharp end of a sword that was pointed at her so long ago.
You race forward, not even noticing your previous guard friend managing to climb back up. He wrestles with you for the controls. Once again sending you pretty much into things. However, he then pulls the breaks, but catches you before you fall. He’s not looking at you now, he’s looking at Nimona, who is stood in front of the sword, white, beating heart out.
“NO!” You cry, sending the vehicle forward once again. You get to the sword, jumping off it. The guard tries to stop you, but just misses.
“Stop —“ he calls. But, a new voice stops him.
“They’re with me!” Ballister, “they’re with me.”
He looks at you; so many apologies and silent words being sent at you at once.
You nod, “later,” you say, before running to save your sister. He follows. You both hold her back. She looks down at you.
Ballister apologises to her as well. She looks to you.
“Please don’t,” is all you can say, “I need my sister. I need my sister,” you say, repeating it as your tears finally leak.
She changes back, and you both catch her. She looks a mess, beaten to high hell, but alive.
“I love you too,” she says to you as the three of you hug. You pull back, looking at her with elation -she’d always shown it, never said it; but you did always, sort of selfishly, wanted to hear her say it – and she chuckles tiredly and brings you into a hug of just the two of you, “I need my sibling in my life too. Besides, you rebelled completely against them,” she says, having seen you on the roof and your stunt, “guess I could do something a bit different, yeah?”
You chuckle, tightening the hug. It feels right. Like pieces of a puzzle coming together. Ballister joins, and it mostly feels complete.
A hug of a family. Of people who love and accept each other.
People soon start running again, and you all see a giant cannon aimed directly at you all. You all look at the citizens, knowing it will hurt them as well.
“No –“ you say, looking to Nimona, knowing what she is planning.
She smiles, however; her mind is mind up.
She kisses you on the forehead, “I love you,” she mumbles, before giving Ballister a wink, “take care of them for me, Boss.”
“Nimona,” Ballister says, trying to stop her. To try find another way.
However, “we know I’m fast enough to stop that thing,” she says, “and we’re wasting too much time. I get to punch someone with a punchable face, like really hard,” she then looks back to you, and sees you about to break again, “hey,” she says, cupping your face in her hands, “I’ll always be here,” she puts her hand on your chest, “you’ve got this. You’re gonna build a new, better, world.”
With that, she turns into a phoenix, and flies right into the cannon. The explosion rocks the wall, creating a massive gap in it. What does it show? It shows that the outside world is beautiful, that they had anything to fear. There is danger there, but also beauty. So much beauty.
Ballister and you go down to try and find Nimona, instead you only find red specs flying around.
You curl up into a ball, letting out sobs.
Ambrosius comforts Ballister, but saw how you were with the guardsman above. Granted in glimpses, but given your friendship with Nimona, your distrust of this system that he too is now questioning is understandable. So, he lets Ballister take his time before bringing you into a hug as you both cry for your fallen friend.
Some time passes, and you are all called heroes. You move in with Ballister, and your friendship rebuilds. He becomes this role model to you of perseverance and light. Softness and love. He becomes a sort of parental figure. He supports you when you stumble, and you do the same for him.
Ambrosius respects your boundries. He’s a nice person, even if you have your many issues with the system. He listens, like actually listens to them, and does what he can to set them right. He knows it will take time, but he knows you’ll appreciate the effort.
It’s slow going with him, but he is sweet. He’s kind. So, you are warming up to him. And he’s getting to know you. And, you do have to admit, him and Bal are sweet.
One day, when you’re in home alone, Bal and Ambrosius out on a date, you hear something. It’s like the wind, but that’s not possible as it’s a peaceful day. You then turn, seeing a glare of light. It gets brighter and brighter —
And then it stops. You lower your hand, and drop your bowl of popcorn. It doesn’t break, but the effect is there.
“Hey, champ,” you hear her say.
And you barrel right into Nimona’s awaiting arms. She chuckles, spinning you around before putting you back on the ground, “oh, look at you!” She says, turning your head with her hands, noting the subtle changes to your style and your looks, “you look so good!”
You chuckle, before going in for another hug. She hugs you back just as tightly.
She shuts her eyes, hoping to hold this moment in her mind forever; just as you are as well.
She pulls back, then looks to the TV, “what you watching, squirt?” She asks. You grab her hand, and pull her to it, hopping over it, which she mirrors on the other side, before now sharing the blanket with her and handing her the bowl and filling it up with more popcorn.
You hit play, and both watch the TV.
Bal comes back, and does a double take when he sees you both. It’s like a mirror version of the last time he saw you asleep on her lap, hand going through your hair again.
“Oh, hey, Boss,” she says, “just figured I’d pop in, say ‘hi’ and all that.”
Ballister can only laugh, tears of happiness forming in his eyes.
“Hi,” he says, holding his arms open.
“Hey,” she says, hugging him.
The family is complete.
Y/N and Nimona the siblings; and Balister and Ambrosius the parental/older siblings. The label isn’t exactly exact, but sometimes labels aren’t. They fluctuate.
But the love, just as the person, is still there. Still them. Still have all that love and hope inside of them.
Some people like labels, some don’t.
Either way, you all fit together. You all know what you are.
Family. And a family who aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.
#nimona x reader#Nimona imagine#platonic reader#platonic reader insert#platonic imagine#Nimona x platonic reader#Nimona x platonic!reader#Nimona x Best Friend Reader#Nimona x Sibling Figure Reader#reader insert#Nimona Reader Insert
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Masterlist
Fandoms I write for:
Young Sheldon
FNAF movie (maybe??)
The Umbrella Academy ☂️(let me watch the show first lol 🤣)
Sonic the hedgehog 🦔 (the movies and sonic prime I will include silver and shadow)
Scream movies 📞(let me watch them first lol 😂)
The amazing digital circus 🎪
Nimona
Big hero 6
Christmas Chronicles🎄🎅🦌 1 and 2
The nightmare before Christmas
Coraline
Henry danger
What type of stuff I will write for:
Fluff
Angst
Ships between characters
Things I will NOT write for:
Smut (sorry I'm not comfortable with it)
Large age gaps
Making non yandere characters into yandere's
That's all I could think of and if it's showed I will/will not write it thanks :)
#the amazing digital circus x reader#nimona x reader#sonic x reader#hiro hamada x reader#Christmas Chronicles#coraline jones#the nightmare before christmas#henry danger#young sheldon
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Pokémon S&V - Nemona headcanons
I don’t plan on writing for Pokémon don’t ask.
Also I only played violet so if you have any scarlet only headcanons reblog this with them, my work is meant to be built upon.
I like to think her family is from Kitakami but her parents move to the main Paldea before she was born.
If it wasn’t depending on the players choice she would have chosen fluecoco.
It’s said in game she has trouble catching pokemon and filling the Pokédex. Penny just straight up hacks it for her.
She doesn’t realize it though.
Her childhood partner was a polywirl
Definitely a Pochaco or Badzt-Maru girlie
Before she was allowed to battle Pokémon she’d spend her time learning strategies by watching others.
Also she is neurodivergent in some capacity.
Rock types HATE HER for no reason it’s strange
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Hello! I’d like to request the mercenaries with a fem mercenary reader who is a shapeshifter and has a pretty chaotic personality? Basically Nimona from the movie Nimona lol
Watched the movie finally, and now I'm gay for ballister. Thanks for that xoxo. be on the lookout for something on him because i want to chew him and hit him like a tennis ball
Also, it's safe to say I got a little stupid with this one 💀
Mercs with a chaotic! reader
Warnings : swearing, light mentions of gore, talk of body parts, medic.
CHAOS CHAOS CHAOS *jevil laughter*
Probably get along really well with Pyro and Scout not gonna lie because Pyro likes to burn shit (Even though I'm pretty sure they think they're spreading joy and colour) and Scout is pretty hyper in general, willing to go along with anything as long as it's fun.
*burns down barn*
"huddah huh huu hud."
"Yeah, loving the colour too, pally. Really makes the wood boom." *evil chuckles*
As soon as Pyro learns about your shapeshifting ability, they're all over you. They want you to play 3 different characters at their tea parties simultaneously and transform into a unicorn so that they can ride you into battle and fulfill their wildest dreams
"Hud hudda hu hubuh huuuuh HUDDAH!!"
"Okay, okay, fine!" *transforms into a unicorn* "Get on."
*excited hu noises*
"HUDDAHHHH!!"
Besties 💗🌈🔥✨️
Some of the older and quieter mercenaries are NOT gonna be having a field day with you and your silly little personality.
Sniper hates it THE MOST. He doesn't like people that much in general and can barely keep up with the hyperactive chaos that is you, so he mainly sticks to watching you burn shit down from afar.
"Did'ya really have ta' do that much?"
"Yeah. Why, you not liking it, pissboy?"
"..."
"That's what I thought. Don't be a hero, buddy."
Although he doesn't appreciate your snarky attitude, he likes how you can shapeshift. He really likes animals and will sometimes scope in on you when you transform, nodding with approval and whispering a little, "cool" that he hopes nobody hears.
Spy thinks you're a nuisance around the base but definitely sees the usefulness in your shapeshifting abilities since he kinda almost does the same damn thing, just with his goofy masks. He respects you for that, if anything, at all.
Do not ever expect to replace him or get remotely close to him in espionage, though. If you are at the same level as Nimona, you're not great at directly impersonating humans, and he will tease you about it.
"What was that, today?
"What was what?"
"The 'Oh Mon deu! Ack! Oohh! I dropped my baguette' if that was meant to be an impersonation of me, know that it was terrible, and my lawyer will be contacting you."
"I dunno, I think it was pretty accurate." *shrug*
Medic loves you. Sorry, not sorry. Loves you. Does get tired of you sometimes, but not all the time. He's generally also very *bzzz bzzz chaos organs* so he's happy to indulge in whatever you want to do which usually involves the absolute destruction of everything.
Medic is also incredibly fascinated by your shapeshifting ability. Do not sleep around this man while shape shifted because he's poking and prodding everywhere while you're out.
"Ohoho... how peculiar" *pokes open nerve*
"YEOUCH WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
*nervous chuckle as he hides a bucket of blood and from your view*
Engineer tries to be that guiding light he thinks you need. He's a friend, a father figure, a colleague, whatever you need. He's a nice Southern gentleman with a slightly insane twist. Encourages you to be careful around the others, but if you aren't, he's not complaining. Makes the job easier if everyone listens.
Heavy is pretty chill with you. He's neither annoyed nor pleased that you're around. He relatively keeps to himself, medic, and his guns.
Actually, do not touch his gun. Do not pretend to be his gun either.
Soldier and Demo like your charisma. You can be a pretty fun drinking partner for demo, and a nice soldier when you're willing to follow orders (which isn't usually) but as long as you get the job done with as much destruction as possible, Soldier is saluting you almost as much as he does the American flag that is hanging next to his bed.
"ANOTHER GREAT DAY, TODAY! KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK AND I MIGHT RAISE YOUR STATUS, CADET!"
"SIR YES SIR! or something I dunno, fuck this is weird..."
*walks with soldier, ignoring the screams of the dammed behind you*
He makes you transform into an eagle and has you sit there on his arm for a while, admiring you fly. It's brought him close to tears on many occasions.
Whenever he gets married to Heavy's sister, Soldier is making sure that you are THERE as an Eagle. He'll pay you to fly across the sky and make majestic bird noises.
Overall, some very mixed experiences. But a fun concept either way.
#nimona#tf2#team fortress two#tf2 x reader#tf2 scout#platonic tf2#tf2 medic#team fortress two x reader#tf2 engineer#tf2 spy#tf2 pyro#tf2 demoman#tf2 heavy#tf2 sniper#tf2 soldier
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is there a word for the fanfic version of a food craving. right now my fic craving is ambrosius and ballister finally getting the nachos they deserve. i want to see every nacho date they ever had and ever will. the first the second the third the thirtieth. the pre-canon nachos and the post-canon nachos. do they have fun nacho dates? do they have angsty nacho dates? why did they choose nachos the first time around? did they ever try making nachos at home? how did ballister find out ambrosius is allergic to olives? do you think the freestyle jazz was ever involved—
anyway. i want to see the nacho tradition come to life. pls
#nimona#nimona fanfic#ambrosius goldenloin#ballister x ambrosius#ballister boldheart#goldenheart#ballister blackheart#unfortunately i’m no writer just an extremely avid fic reader#this thought won’t leave my sad little nimona obsessed brain#meap posts#nimona stuff
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I guess this would be the end of a chapter, if I was doing chapters.
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(And I hope those of you who celebrate Christmas had a lovely one!)
#nimona#nimona movie#nimona comic#nimona film#nimona webcomic#nimona netflix#nimona graphic novel#nimona crossover#nimonaverse#pd alice draws#ballister boldheart#dr meredith blitzmeyer#ballister blackheart#ambrosius goldenloin#this background was a BEAR holy shit#me the past like 4 pages: ‘‘oh this one is going to be simpler than the last few because [x]’’#Reader They Were Not Simpler#They Were In Fact Harder#pls appreciate heraldic haberdashery aaaaaaaaaaa
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True Love
In the wonderful world of Nimona, our fierce and mischievous protagonist, Nimona, found herself entangled in a thrilling new romance. Her heart was captivated by a remarkable girl named Y/N. Nimona, with her shape-shifting abilities and adventurous spirit, had never experienced such a profound connection before.
Y/N was a kind and intelligent individual, who not only admired Nimona's audacity but also shared her thirst for excitement. Together, they embarked on daring escapades, using their combined strengths to fight injustices throughout the land.
Their love blossomed amidst the chaos, and the world seemed to come alive as they weaved through perilous missions hand in hand. Nimona's sharp wit and Y/N's unwavering support created an unbreakable bond that triumphed over even the most treacherous adversaries.
Their relationship was an embodiment of passion and tenderness. Underneath their daring personas, they found solace in each other's arms, sharing intimate moments of vulnerability and understanding. They seamlessly complemented one another, revealing the deepest parts of their souls without fear of judgment.
However, they also faced challenges and obstacles that tested their dedication. The world surrounding Nimona and Y/N was not always accepting of their love, forcing them to rely on their unwavering commitment to each other. Their love became a symbol of resilience against a society that sought to separate them.
But true love cannot be denied. Nimona and Y/N stood proudly, fiercely claiming their right to be together, defying societal norms and inspiring others to do the same.
In the end, love conquered all. Nimona and Y/N's story is a testament to the power of love, bravery, and the refusal to conform. Together, they challenged the world to recognize the beauty and strength in embracing one's true self and defying expectations.
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stan..stan..
can we have a nimona x gn reader who wears glasses but is nervous to show them to her?
or a nimona x gn reader who comes back home with a wild animal?
IM TIREEDDD STAN, TANK YOU PUTTONH UP WITH THIS!! FEEL FREE TO IGNORE ME
Rue….Rue…ofc you can!! I decided to do the second one!!
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Nimona w/ a reader who randomly comes back home with wild animals
Romance or platonic: Your choice
Headcanons or oneshot: Oneshot
Reader: Gender neutral
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The door creaked open as you hid a squirrel you had caught. You were silently giggling and smiling at the thought of having a squirrel running around Bal’s house. What’s better is Ballister specifically told you that’s no wild animals are aloud in the place.
I mean, no one can take it from you if they don’t know about it, right? Little chitters and squeaks came out of your shirt as it sat inside of it. You were hoping that neither Nimona or Ballister heard it. All you had to do was make it to your room and make a place for it. Easy right?
Well..that’s where you were wrong. “Hey! Bal was wondering what we wanted for dinner tonight. Any thoughts?” Nimona popped up, Either you could sit here and talk, risking losing the squirrel or you could just go to your room and have a squirrel. Second one.
“No ideas here!” You poured out and hurried yourself to your room. Close call.
Soon as your do shut behind you, the squirrel was out from under your shirt and making a ruckus of you room. “Hey, hey! I just cleaned!” The squirrel payed no mind to you. “Dude!” Your once clean room just was as dirty as before. You were scolding yourself for bringing a squirrel into the place when you heard two taps at your door.
“Ah! Hold on I’m getting dressed” the simplest excuse you could think of in this overwhelming situation that you put yourself in. You look around for the squirrel realizing you had to hide it somewhere. Your eyes darted around each inch of your room looking for the furry critter. It was gone.
You sighed and opened the door, hoping that the brownish creature didn’t want to make an appearance now. It was Nimona. “Hey, what’s going on with you? You’ve rushed yourself away from everyone today. Why is that?” Could you sit there and just lie to her? You could tell the truth but that would mean losing the squirrel you worked so hard for. You could also…
You were spacing out. “Hello..? Earth to Y/n.” Nimona waved her gains in front of your face. “Oh! I’m okay! Just busy, busy, busy, today! Y’know.” The pink haired girl rolled her eyes “okay mx. busy, what’s been keeping yo-“ a critter came from a area of your room.
“What was that?” You looked around confused hoping your little gig would fool her. “What was what? I didn’t hear anything?” Nimona was ready for anything to even breath “mhm..” she grumbled out as she shapeshifted into a cat.
It’s over for you.
Just as quickly as Nimona turned into a cat was as quickly as the squirrel was gone. Nimona had caught it. You got a lecture from the both about how you could’ve gotten rabies and how those things are disgusting.
You were sitting on your bed, looking at the mess your ex furry friend and left you when you heard the same two knocks that made you lose him. “Come in…” you let out an irritated groan. Nimona came in and sat next to you. “Hey, y’know you can just ask next time you want a wild animal in the house, I mean I’m here if you ever want a squirrel”
You let out a laugh. “Thanks…”
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#mission impossible imagine#mission impossible x reader#Nimona imagine#nimona x reader#Jamie rambles
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yo drop some fandom hcs i wanna draw them
#hunter x hunter#the disastrous life of saiki k.#houseki no kuni#dr stone#demon slayer#persona 5#spy x family#dungeon meshi#mob psycho 100#lego monkie kid#omniscient reader's viewpoint#trash of the count's family#beware of the villainess#sk8 the infinity#welcome to demon school iruma kun#haikyuu#promare#bbc merlin#nimona
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Whoever was planning to make a fucking Ballister x Ambrosius x FEM reader I'm inside your house.
this is not directed to all f!reader writers or whatever you are, but SOME of you can't go off without writing your f!reader with gay characters.
#what the hell is wrong with you#nimona#ballister x ambrosius#ballister boldheart#ambrosius goldenloin#reader#???#x male reader#x reader
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Do you have a master list? Also where can the batfam fics be found? Love your stories btw!!
A/N: Yes I do. it's just below here
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Masterlist
Who I write for
Headcanons-
The summer I turned pretty
*Jeremiah Fisher as your bf
Spider-man into the spider verse/ across the spider verse
*Miles Morales as your older brother
*Earth 42 Miles Morales as your older brother
*Earth 42 Miles Morales spoils you
*Earth 42 Miles Morales as your bf
*Spider Noir as your father
*Hobie Brown as your older brother
*Miguel O'hara as your father
Batfam
*Batsis and supersis met
*Batfam reacts to batsis keeping secrets
*Batfam reacts to batsis having a seizure
Avatar/ Avatar: way of water
*Neteyam as your bf
Nimona
*Nimona as your older sister
Imagines-
Miguel O'hara
*I know, I know
*It's not her
Elijah Mikaelson
*Please wake up & Goodbye, my love
Evan "Buck" Buckley
*Why?
*His first love
*Visit my dreams
The Fisher Brother's
*We're sorry
*Hello kitty stickers
Neteyam
*It's for the better
Miles Morales
*Waiting for him
*He was too late
Batfam
*Favouritism
*Crush
*Arm day
Lo'ak
*Gone too far & It's all my fault
The Sully Family
*I want to go home
Jason Todd
*It's too late
*Cooking skills
*You're a woman?
Damian Wayne
*Already Gone
*Fire of love
*Heyyy, oh my god
*Hatred
John B
*School Fight
Jeremiah Fisher
*Stars around my scars
*Straightener... maybe not?
Tk Strand
*She's not coming home
Luke Alvez
*What have I done to you?
*Needles
Jay Halstead
*Shoes
Klaus Mikaelson
*Three times!
JJ Maybank
*What if I was?
*Spicy
Tim Drake
*Shit got weird!
*Love me for eternity
Bruce Wayne
*Trauma
*I don't know why I bite
Roy Harper
*Drunk
Spencer Reid
*Most beautiful girl
*Yin and Yang
#qfyp#spider man across the spider verse#batfam#x reader#avatar way of water#buck 911#headcanon#masterlist#the summer i turned pretty#x sister reader#x daughter reader#spider man into the spider verse#elijah mikaelson#the originals#john b routledge#nimona#ballister boldheart#ambrosius goldenloin
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