I Am Thingking... About Littol Baby C! Ambrosius And M! Ballister... When They Arrived At The Institute/ion,

I am thingking... About littol baby C! Ambrosius and M! Ballister... When they arrived at the Institute/ion, they'd been on the street for some time. I imagine they were really behind the other kids on things like reading and basic arithmetic :( I mean for Ballister I think he'd be on par with them athletically but he can't have been attending proper school, and neither could Ambro :,,(

I am imagining little Ballister trying to hide the fact that he reads at a kindergarten level from his (only) friend, and little M!Ambro figuring it out and helping him with his homework, a favor the studious Ballister repaid when they were older,,

I am imagining little Ambrosius at the Institution sitting and holding books in front of himself, pretending to read but he can only look at the pictures, keeping his little head down in class, copying other kids' quizzes because he can only write his own name and nothing else. When Ballister arrives a year later, he convinces him to read him stories because "he does the voices better." This is how Ambrosius learns how to read

Amnesia AU update!

I've spent most of this past week sick with a head cold

One day late I suppose 🙏

Chapter 3 was a fun one to write! This is still in the draft stage of course but I do enjoy forcing our two favorite knights to face one another in this AU. I feel like this is slowly becoming a game of 'how much can I make movie Ambrosius suffer'? <3

Just a small peak~~

Ambrosius suddenly felt oh so small. His gaze shifting over the unshaven face staring at him, eyes searching his intensely for the first time since the tragedy, his skin prickling as though he jumped into a bath of ice water. In that moment his thoughts slowed down to a trickle, causing Ambrosius to almost forget why he was there, what he was doing, how to breathe.

It had been weeks since his last anxiety attack but his armor once again felt suffocating. The urge to rip it off tugging at his desire.

‘A fine way to get yourself killed’ was the only rationality to cross his languid mind at the notion of allowing himself to be physically vulnerable in front of this villain.

Ballister studied him back. A stunned look that swiftly changed to confusion before a stoic glare encapsulated him.

Ambrosius could make out that words were being said, directed at him from Ballister. Regrettably, he could no longer hear much of anything going on around him- the blood pounding in his ears was daring to topple him over.

Hesitantly Ballister began to reach for his left hip with his right hand-

No, not a hand - a prosthetic.

Bile rose in his chest at the sight of metal rods and wires along where his arm should be. A robotic replacement where a very real flesh and bone limb use to exist.

Because of him.

The bottom line of something I’m writing at the moment because I’m the funniest person alive

GUYS.

Rip Gloreth you would've loved Chappell Roan

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