So, uh, the original was supposed to just be a standalone fic but then I got inspiration and now this will probably end up with three chapters or something idk. Whatever. I've been on Tumblr for the past like nine months so that's why I haven't written anything but here it is more pairings I don't ship.

Um yeah. So I don't know if anyone actually ships this, to tell you the truth I don't really either but I sure as hell write it. Because it's funny. And what other reason to write/ship something than because of it's hilarious factor?

Oh well, here it is. Blados x Chalis or something

Does this ship have a name? Does anyone care?

Betshipping? Cardshipping? Wtf, who cares! Call it what you will, I'm just writing it because it's funny and I find Chalis attractive.

In short news, Chalis had won the bet. The pathetic little twerps had indeed beaten them to the end of the ruins, and had turned out to be less pathetic than Blados had anticipated. This put Blados in a doubly bad mood. First losing to a woman, and then losing to a ragtag group of teenagers, two of which were also women. Blados frowned even more, so as to express his anger to the world, but nobody could tell, since he wore a mask. It was clear that he had never really thought his wardrobe through.

"Well, that worked out well, didn't it?" Chalis said with a smile.

The fuck was that bitch talking about? He had lost. Twice. Nothing had gone well for Blados.

She continued. "After all, we got the dynamo activated, we've cast darkness across the majority of Weyard, oh, and not to forget, I won our bet."

Just the way she said it made Blados want to throw a fit. But he didn't, because that would be childish, and Blados was most definitely not a child. Blados was a man, the manliest there was. He was sure of it. One-hundred percent sure.

But he still wanted to punch Chalis in the face. That bitch sure knew how to piss him off.

He grunted angrily instead.

She giggled. "Now, about the payment…"

Blados' frown grew larger underneath his mask. If it were visible, it would have looked ridiculous, but fortunately it was not. The mask did have a purpose after all.
Blados did not like being laughed at for any reason. His response to such insolence would usually be to punch the offender in the face, but he just couldn't do that with Chalis. She was too pretty. It made him mad.

She turned around swiftly and took a few steps forward, tapping her finger on her chin. "Now let's see, what shall I have you do…"

Blados wasn't listening, he was too busy looking at the way her hair swished as he turned, and how her tight dress adjusted with every flex of her—

"Oh I know!" She turned back to face him, a foul glint in her eyes, "I know exactly what I'll have you do."

Blados found he was only attracted to Chalis when he was looking at her back. The front was too noisy. Wait what did she just say? He wished she'd just turn around again. That was a view he could get used to.

Wait she did just say something didn't she? Needless to say, Blados hadn't been paying attention. At all.

She struck a pose, pointing at Blados in the overdramatic fashion she was so prone to pull. "Buy me dinner, slave!"

And what could he do? Blados had no one to blame but himself. He had seen this coming. He sighed angrily and began counting his savings, knowing he would be out several thousand gold by the end of the night.

Chalis is a big eater, I guess. Oh well. Review if you want to. Feedback and criticisms are always welcome!