#made-up fic game

[bananasofthorns]

“He betrayed your trust and you aren’t more upset?" Helsknight scoffs. "Pathetic.” Wels rolls his eyes. “It’s a death game, Helsknight, that’s kind of the whole point. I should’ve seen this coming, honestly.” “You’re naive.” “Iskall’s my friend. It’s not naive to trust him.” “He broke that trust!” “Well, yes, and I plan to get him back for that someday, but also: it’s a death game. We all agreed to it. I’m not mad at him for killing me, I just wish he’d been a bit more upfront about it.” If he’d been more obvious about trying to kill Wels, then maybe Wels wouldn’t be dead, also. But Iskall’s whole goal was to kill him, so he can understand the deception. “You’re infuriating.” Wels shrugs. He generally tries not to be, but in this instance, he finds that he doesn’t mind. “Maybe so. Look, can we finish this later? I need to go get my stuff back from Iskall, and your presence would probably freak him out.”

you know when you get to that point of dealing with intrusive/self deprecating/etc thoughts that you're just like. "yeah okay. consider: you're stupid and wrong. also: go away, i'm busy"? that should be wels and hels

read on Ao3

#they should be worsties i think #welsknight #helsknight #hermitcraft season 10 #banana made a post #banana writes things #i have been getting back into hermitcraft. more specifically the -elsknights #this is part of a larger fic that asks: #what If wels had actually brought back hels for demise? #except it's more like. what if your evil doppelganger slash sentient intrusive thoughts was so annoying that you went #will you shut up and leave me alone if i let you kill some people for fun and games

[baeshijima]

bitches will still be crying over the high-cloud quintet at 2 am months later and never get over them

its me. im bitches.

#may the stars guide you <3 #once again reiterating how much i loathe and despise this game with my very being and entire soul bc of how emotional it gets me #i could make a full on analysis rant post abt them and it still wouldnt be enough to console me #theyre just so tragic and doomed by the narrative coded and i hate it so much like wtf hsr devs what were u cooking with this ;w;;; #anyway guess who ended up watching that jingliu companion mission cutscene and blade narative part again bc of that reunion fic in my docs #that acts as a kind of sequel to the jing yuan long fic... looking over it again made me sob and then i rewatched a flash and then i reread #what i have for the soulmate!blade fic and then i died #sighs i hate them i love hate them i love them i want them to be happy but they cant be fully happy bc they wont all be together

[lyrakanefanatic]

i wonder if this is how new inheritance games fans who have only read the first trilogy feel when everybody won’t stop talking about “phone girl” (i’m everybody)

#I know phone girl was in the books and not in a fic but the way she was mentioned like twice #she might as well have been made up ��� #phone girl #grayson hawthorne #the brothers hawthorne #the inheritance games #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #avery kylie grambs #xander hawthorne #libby grambs #maxine liu

[adrift-in-thyme]

Febuwhump Day 9: Bees (Wind & Legend)

Ao3

CW for blood and injury and torture

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“Well, isn’t this just so pleasant? When I woke up this morning, I said, ‘You know what I wish? I wish I could spend my day in a cell that smells like sweaty men and thousand-year-old bananas.’”

Wind can’t help but roll his eyes at Legend’s sarcastic drawl. He doesn’t like it either, of course. Being cooped up in the Yiga hideout isn’t how he wants to spend his afternoon either. Time had promised to spar with him and he had been really, really looking forward to it. But there isn’t much they can do about it now.

If the assasins had tied them up with ropes, then they would have escaped hours ago. Wind is no novice when it comes to undoing knots. But chains? Their smithy would be better equipped to handle that sort of thing. And, unfortunately, the Yiga had only gotten the jump on him and Legend.

“What do you think they want anyway?” he asks if only to distract his brother from continuing his lament about his spoiled afternoon.

Legend lets his head fall back against the wall with a pouty clunk.

“The champion, probably. These guys hate his guts.”

Wind cocks his head. From this angle, the pile against the far wall suspiciously resembles human bones.

“Because he’s a hero, right?”

“Yeah. Because he’s a hero.”

“I wonder if they hate all heroes then,” Wind says, thoughtfully. He doesn’t really care, to be honest. But anything to keep from pondering the mysterious objects and substances strewn about the place. “Or if it’s more of a one-person thing. Like they only hate Wild, cause he foiled their evil plans.”

“The first one, to tell you the truth,” comes a voice from the space right in front of them.

Wind jumps, red hot pin pricks traveling down to encase his scalp, neck, and arms. Beside him, Legend goes rigid.

A Yiga assassin bursts into existence in a cloud of red papers. He raises his hands the way Wind and Aryll used to when they were presenting one of their plays to Grandma.

“You know one hero, you know them all,” he drawls. “That’s just the way of things. Which works to our benefit, actually.”

“Oh good,” Legend snaps. “Since you’ve figured out the inner workings of us heroes, you must know that we’d never give anyone up to you. Especially, a brother. So, if you’ll just take these chains off, we’ll be on our way.”

The Yiga chuckles. He squats down in front of Legend, leaning forward so that his face is inches from the veteran’s.

“I like you,” he hisses. “You have spirit. It’ll be fun to make you scream.”

Legend pales, though he manages to keep a scowl on his face. The Yiga digs his fingers into the hero’s shoulder and hauls him to his feet. Wind’s stomach lurches.

“Don’t hurt him!” He shouts, scrambling up. He wishes he had his sword and shield, his boomerang — something to get them free. “He doesn’t know anything!”

It’s a hopeless attempt and he knows it. But it still feels like a punch in the gut when the Yiga throws back his head and laughs.

“Oh, he knows things, I’m certain of it. You both do.”

He shoves Legend toward the door, then grabs Wind by the ear and pushes him in the same direction. Wind sends him a blistering scowl, which he pointedly ignores.

“Walk, you two,” he growls, shoving his sickle into Legend’s back. Exchanging an exasperated glance, the heroes stumble forward.

The assassin forces them down a set of stairs and into the main room. A small group of other Yiga awaits, formed in a semi-circle towards the middle of the floor. They spread out as their companion nears, allowing them room to enter their little huddle. Wind can practically see their sadistic grins shining from beneath their masks.

For all their comic obsession with bananas, these guys give him the creeps.

One of them grasps him by the shoulders as he walks forward and yanks him to a standstill. He stumbles, lifting his head just in time to see the original assassin practically drag Legend into the center his Yiga companions have made.

The veteran trips over a bump in the floor and tries to catch himself. But the assassin delivers a swift kick to his shins that sends him sprawling.

“Vet!”

Wind lurches forward, fighting to reach him. His captor holds him fast, however. And he can do nothing but watch as Legend picks himself up, face pale and eyes glinting.

No sooner has he gotten to his feet than he is back on his knees, gloved fingers holding him down and in place.

“I will now ask you a question,” one of the Yiga purrs, stepping forward on cat’s feet. “And I hope, for your friend’s sake, to only have to ask it once. Where is the Hero of the Wilds?”

Wind catches Legend’s gaze from across the room and holds it.

I’m sorry.

Amethyst irises darken in determined resolve. Pale lips press tighter as he nods once, short and quick.

“You know what to do, sailor,” he calls.

He does. Wind takes a deep breath. He does know what to do. But it’s gonna take everything he’s got to do it.

“I don’t know,” he says. “And if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”

He can tell even through his mask that the assassin holding Legend has narrowed his eyes. In the next second, a sickle gleams. It swoops down like a graceful gull, heading straight for Legend’s middle. Wind doesn’t even have time to scream out a warning.

It slices through tunic and flesh and keeps going, ravenous for more. But the Yiga won’t allow it to satiate its appetite. He yanks it out. Blood splatters the floor. Beneath the overhead lights, it looks similar to the rubies Wild likes to collect.

Legend’s eyes go wide. He chokes, a cry begging to break from between bloodied lips.

“No!” Wind screams, jerking to get free. But a dagger finds his neck and abruptly, he stills.

Cackles echo around the room as Legend sags in his captor’s grip. His face is deathly pale now. When he raises his eyes to Wind’s, however, that fierceness is still within them.

“You see the pain that your friend is enduring,” the assassin hisses, tilting his head. His grip on Legend tightens and a low whine emanates from the veteran. “So, spill it, boy, before it gets much worse for him. We know that you know the answer. Where is Link?”

“Maybe you weren’t listening before, because I told you I don’t know where he is!” Wind retorts. It’s a battle to keep his voice steady, but he manages. Contrary to what some of the heroes think, this isn’t his first time facing the enemy.

…though it is his first time watching a brother be tortured. That’s an experience he could have done without, thanks very much.

The assassin motions. One of the Yiga moves. Quick as a flash, he zips forward, and brings his weapon screaming across Legend’s cheek. His skin splits open, a gleeful crimson smile beneath his left eye.

Something between a growl and a half-scream bursts out of Legend. He curls in on himself, bound hands clasped into fists. His breath comes in tight little gasps that make Wind’s chest tight.

“Every time you refuse to cooperate, we will create a new mark on him,” the assassin snaps. “So, I suggest you start talking. Unless, of course, you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”

“You bunch of sadistic idiots,” Legend croaks. “Did you not hear him? He doesn’t know anything.”

Another Yiga rushes forward. And this time Legend screams. A large gash runs across his arms and chest, cleaning separating the collar of his tunic from the rest. Blood oozes from it, only worsened from his weak attempts to pull away.

Wind feels his breakfast rise into his throat. Desperately, he drags his attention from his brother, even as blood runs down Legend’s body and drips onto the floor, even as he drags in wheezing breaths between clenched teeth, scream tapering off into a whine.

He has to find them a way out of here before it’s too late. And there must be one, there must be…

A small disk of gold glitters not far from where he kneels. In the rush of fear and fight for bravery, Wind hadn’t noticed it. But now it holds his gaze.

Legend has used something like this before, he realizes with a spark of hope.

“Tell us where he is!”

It is another assassin now, pushing forward and shoving the previous one aside. He reaches out and clamps his hand around Legend’s throat. The veteran chokes, face flushing and breaths gurgling.

“Tell us or we break his skinny, little neck!”

“Not yet! We still need him!”

“Well, the kid isn’t talking. This’ll make him real chatty.”

Slowly, carefully, Wind stretches out his leg. His foot connects with the hard object and he begins dragging it towards him.

Little by little it comes. And still Legend gasps. Still, he struggles, trying to tear at his captor’s skin, to kick at them, to escape. Still, his blood drifts away to pool beneath him.

“I can’t tell you!” Wind shouts, even as the hope within him grows and blossoms into something larger. Almost. He almost has it.

“I don’t know!”

Two more agonizing seconds tick past. Legend’s face is completely red now, eyes bulging as he tries and fails to fill his lungs with air.

Panic whirs in Wind’s ears, making him lightheaded. But the disk is within his reach. Gnawing his lip, Wind nudges it into his palm.

He doesn’t spare a moment to look down at the designs etched upon it, doesn’t give their attackers even that long to realize that he has found a way out. He takes a deep breath and feeds some magic into it.

It heats in his grasp, hungrily taking the power he offers and turning it into something useful. Something mighty and fierce and…

Wind’s eyes widen as a hoard of small flying things catapult out of his palm. The room fills with a deafening buzz as their wings beat together, propelling them towards their targets. Screams and shouts of terror quickly follow.

The Yiga scramble back, desperate to evade the stingers outstretched to pierce their skin. But they are not even close to as fast as the bees.

For that is what they are. A swarm of furious, yet very courageous bees.

The Yiga’s hand leaves his shoulder, the dagger falls to the floor. Seconds later, his chains fall with it, unlocked by the crafty bees. They buzz happily at him as Wind leaps to his feet, a triumphant shout on his lips and a thankful grin on his face.

The room is chaos. The Yiga try to fend off the vicious insects, swiping at them with windcleavers and sickles and daggers. But their weapons are useless against them. Even when they manage to strike down one, one hundred more appear, each angrier than the last. But never once do they harm Wind.

They part as he rushes to Legend and the only thing he feels is the wind of their wings.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a bee medallion?” He cries, grinning. “This is the coolest thing ever, vet!”

Legend looks up at him as the sailor drops down beside him. He lies in a pool of his own blood, eyes half-lidded and skin as pale as a redead. But he manages a small smirk.

“Never needed to,” he croaks. “Never thought I’d use i-it again. ‘Sides one of you would wanna borrow it.”

Wind reaches out to rest a hand on Legend’s arm. All his joviality is gone now at the sight of him, replaced instead by horror and sorrow.

“‘M sorry, Legend,” he says, sudden tears flooding his eyes. Roughly, he brushes them away. “I’m sorry they hurt you.”

Legend’s hand encloses his. He tries not to focus on the dampness of his fingers, or the crimson that smudges against his skin.

“You did good, sailor,” the veteran whispers, breath hitching on the last word. “You did real-really good.”

Wind smiles through his tears. “Well, I’m gonna do even better.”

He squeezes Legend’s hand and gets to his feet. Their pouches and weapons are propped against the far wall. Squaring his shoulders, he breaks into a run, headed toward them. With luck, one of them will have a fairy or potion remaining.

“I’m gonna get us both out of here.”

#I could’ve sworn there was a bee medallion in alttp #turns out i mixed up the good bee with the medallions that DO exist in the game #that’s what I get for trusting my memories of a game I played while sick with covid XD #anyway just pretend he like…made one of something #*or* #anyway #sorry this is late #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump day 9 #blood tw #injury tw #torture tw #linked universe #linkeduniverse fic #whump #angst #trin writes #lu legend #lu wind

[rarepears]

SQQ: I just don't know why Binghe's empire doesn't seem to be doing well

SQH: Bro you've been dumping all these papers one for since this morning, and I haven't seen a single financial report. What's your tax revenue at, really?

SQQ, 3rd generation rich baby with a hired accountant: Oh taxes aren't real and so we're not doing them

SQH: wat

SQQ: I didn't want to give tax breaks

All Shen Yuan knows is that his family pays like... $100 a year in taxes. You know, as billionaires do. All those lovely tactics of tax evasion and legally minimizing their tax burdens by buying more property, opening various charities and foundations where they "take business trips to Caribbean's" so that they can holiday there AND deduct it as business expense, and more. What is even the point of taxes? Not much.

Shang Qinghua: We need to eAt ThE RiCh! Shen Yuan: Aren't you, like, the second richest cultivation in this world? Shang Qinghua who's been officially crowned Empress of the North (at last): Shuddup.

[More in #taxation in svsss meta]

#made up fic title ask game #svsss #svsss ideas #svsss au #scumbag self saving system #mxtx #the scum villain's self saving system #taxation in svsss meta #shen yuan #shen qingqiu #shang qinghua

[aftg-rot]

#OK I AM ONLY UP TO CHAPTER 3 but my theory is jean has attempted before or threatened to attempt and he made a deal w kevin #if this isnt it i am head cannoning it for myself #and i will write a fic #aftg #all for the game #mine #nora sakavic #kevin day #jean moreau #the sunshine court #tsc #the sunshine court spoilers

[cutter-kirby]

so um. I’m thinking about tbosas again. and there’s one part after sejanus argues with gaul where coryo thinks to himself that if sejanus isn't too careful then he'll end up as one of her experiments. so. what if that actually happened

#OR lucy gray bc coryo also thinks about lucy gray being gaul's experiment #but i went with sejanus because he was a traitor according to gaul. there's a clear plot to follow here #so what if she made a different choice after she got the jabberjay #UGH i love fucked up experiment aus #tbosas #thg #the hunger games #sejanus plinth #I'M SORRY SEJANUS BABY #anywayyyyy trying to write a fic. seeing how that works out #i hope i don't give up on it lmao #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the line is from ch 11 btw

[presiding]

you'll never guess which level we're up to in this dishonored 2 rewrite

#if i haven't stuffed up my timezones this post should land on thanksgiving so here's somethin' to read to go with your food coma #dishonored #dishonored shitposting #emily kaldwin #billie lurk #dishonored fic #interesting the way the resurrection was handled - rock up to aramis stilton's powerpoint presentation basically #does anyone else think it would have been cool if you had to do the duke's palace first. #grab delilah's mortality and give it back in the past. like while she's vulnerable #kind of makes sense too from an emily character perspective #because she shows SO much character growth in stilton's manor #and then goes to the duke's palace next and IMMEDIATELY says the dumbest shit she says all game re: her entitlement and obliviousness #stilton's manor: wow ive learned so much i finally get it now! #nek minnet. emily misunderstands class warfare so bad she thinks she needs to sharpen her dads folding blade. emily. no #and if you think about it the duke's palace would have made a lot of sense for an earlier level just from emily's perspective. #hes very clearly her enemy compared to meagan's vague idea of where sokolov might be. a darker timeline perhaps #lovely Off_Topic mentioned hating time travel as a plot device and i have to agree. here's my take on that level anyway #also big thank you to RoseEll (<3) for saying it parallels the limitations of the game's mechanics interestingly ♥ #using this meme template was like. 'oh hey lingering hatred for jeremy clarkson i forgot i had you' #making the badly photoshopped heads too big. my beloved. #ah crap rambling again

[anonyhex]

I was like "oh I should research this pleasure dom thing to make sure I'm doing it right" and next thing I know I'm driving myself crazy going through a "sex menu" for Wyll and Astarion to figure out what Astarion would actually WANT that Wyll would be comfy with and wondering about the dynamics of like "wait ok so if this is right after the end of the game and I'm assuming this is Duke Wyll ending, where are they staying? Wyll's dad's house?? That's awkward! Is Astarion going to be dealing with the headache of trying to prove he should be the owner of the Szarr estate and then going through all the work it would take to SELL the damn thing so they can get a place without Wyll's dad fucking with their sex life? Are Ulder and Astarion going to be having constant arguments and driving Wyll up the wall? WILL HE EVER ACTUALLY GET TO FUCK HIS FIANCE WITHOUT THE FAMILY DRAMA AND POLITICS DRIVING HIM INSANE?" (I have still not beaten the game. I should probably beat the game if I want to go more in depth than "idek there's a forest nearby they can fuck in")

#fanfic ramblings #my husband made a joke about me losing my mind while writing fanfic earlier and I'm just now realizing how correct he is #wyllstarion #wyll ravengard #bloodpact #honestly this should just be a cry for help at this point do we have any hint on if Wyll ends up living with Ulder in that ending or like.. #any sort of living arrangement knowledge #because honestly it would be kinda funny to have this all going on in the background of the fic #but I am stubborn about making things make sense within the original text #I should REALLY be beating the game before doing this!!

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

For the fic title game; Hey Bunny, Put down that knife.

When Susie left with the bunny, she was promised that she would get to see her puppy again. The bunny told her that he was fine, and waiting for her.

Although... looking around the room, the girl sees no dog. And why is the friendly bunny holding a knife?

#Crazycatme0w #Made-up fic title #Asks #Ask game #Susie #William Afton #Not a quote #Two other vague ideas involved Vanny and then Bonnie

[imsociallyanxiousgetoverit]

THERES NO FANFICTION FOR THIS BED WE MADE‽‽

#dont get me wrong I adore the game as is #but like I wanna read MORE #WHAT DATES AND GOSSIP AND SNOOPING DO SOPHIE AND BETH GET UP TO! #WHAT IF LINDSAY AND PAUL WERE ABLE TO BE HAPPY LIKE KLAUS AND DAVE IN SEASON ONE OF THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY!? #HOW WAS COLLEGE LIFE WITH ANNE AND MARCELLA? #please yall let someone write about them #I really struggle to write realistic historical queer fanfiction because the angst of it is really hard for me #enough of my life has already been hiding who I am and I really dont handle those feelings (like directly as id feel writing) well nowadays #anyways ignore my life story summed up and WRITE THOSE FICS PLEASE #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #request #fanfiction request #fanfic request #fic request #this bed we made #tbwm #sophie roy #elizabeth lambert #50s queer life #historical queer life #queer video game #gab smolders playthrough is really great

[mumms-the-word]

The Twenty-First Night

A bit of 1001 Nights-inspired poetry that I wish was in The Art of the Night to make it more than just a spicy yoga manual or a spellbook. This is part of the longer scene I wrote, but I wanted to share it separately too, because I've been inspired by other BG3 poets. I'm not really a poet, but I did my best <3

~*~*~

That night, the king met his beloved once more in their chambers.

"Dearest one," said he,  "Gold I have given thee,  and jewels from my store;  chains for thy neck  and bands for thy wrists;  and still, thine eyes shine more brilliantly  than any treasure in my kingdom. 

"What gem in all the realms  can be more precious than thy gaze?  What more can I give to you,  my beloved, so that you may know  the ardent depths of my heart?  What more, when thine eyes alone  make all riches seem as dull iron?"

"Tender-hearted king," said the queen,  "I need neither gold nor gems;  my love is not so cheaply bought  nor so willingly sold.  And yet, already thou possess  that which I long for most.  Thy steady gaze, my love,  and thy faithful hand are all I ask.

"Come, take my hand,  and look beyond this simple visage. I will bare my soul to thee, this night,  and gaze boldly at thine. For more than bone and blood are we, but spirits merely housed in flesh.’"

~*~*~

#cue the astral sex #bg3 #bg3 fic #my fic #gale #gale dekarios #might delete later but idk idk #when gale picked up this book i immediately was like #tell me the romance gale #tell me the 1001 nights romance between this king and queen #what poems did they whisper to one another #what philosophies did they share #but alas the game just made it a spellbook #so yeah i wrote this #also why 21? no idea I just picked an early number

[active-mind-15]

Sometimes I feel like I want to do a one-shot series of Akashi just playing through switch games I think he'd like and how I would imagine he'd get through the game. But then other times I wonder, "Where the fuck would I even start something like that?"

#i've done a premise like this for a singular chapter in an old fic of mine from like 2015 or 2016 #so it's not like this is a format i'd be completely unfamiliar with #but i'd still have to play through a couple of games and get the general plot of them down before i do any writing #i don't like how i'm speaking about this as if i've already made up my mind #this is all my fault i should have never made that akashi videogame headcanon #but also idk i'm just trying to warm myself up to writing more frequently #kuroko no basket #akashi seijuro

[rarepears]

fake title: cuckoo bird

Modern AU where Shen Yuan's parents happen to be a very gay, very lovey dovey Shen Jiu and Yue Qingyuan, his da-ge is Ming Fan, his meimei is Ning Yingying...

Not that Shen Yuan knows that they are reincarnated characters of PIDW, but he's more than aware that he's the Very Odd one out of the family. He's not athletic and able to wield swords. His hand shakes on a good day, to say nothing about holding a brush without shaking long enough to learn calligraphy. And he's the only one who gets sick - okay fine. He has a chronic issue which is why he's so susceptible to all the winter colds and summer chills.

But he has NEVER seen his parents or siblings EVER get sick.

Not even when riding on a rollercoaster!

#svsss #svsss ideas #svsss au #shen qingqiu #shen jiu #shen yuan #mxtx #the scum villain's self saving system #made up fic title ask game #modern SVSSS AU where shen yuan's parents are shen jiu and yue qingyuan

[kris-mage-fics]

The Reach

HEHEHHHEHHEEH 🗣️🗣️

for finish your fics friday I'm putting this under the cut since there are minor spoilers for Chapter 4 of the alpha build of Shepherds of Haven. It's a lot more than five sentences, yet not even everything I wrote yesterday and today! Kyrahlise has crush on Blade in this one, but that won't stop her from doing or saying what she wants.

The slight nod she got in response was more than she was expecting. Unlike the faint frown when Blade glanced at the open window. “The angle of the sun cast a glare on the window, which means I can’t see the colors of the mountains accurately.” Kyrahlise wasn’t going to apologize for opening the window. Not when the chances of the sun being out again were rather slim. At least she’d been able to block in the shapes of the mountains when she was on the roof. So the change in angle wasn’t too much of a hindrance. “It’s well below freezing.” A different glare than before was levied at her. “I’m not going to get frostbite or die because of the window being open. And in case you forgot, I’ve managed to escape either of those fates for the past 16 years. Despite having no one hovering over me to fuss about it.” She thought the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. “You are still quite stubborn.” He’d said much the same when she told him to stop beating himself up about not being with her in the caves. A slow smirk spread across Kyrahlise’s face. “You'll just have to get used to it, Blade, because that won't change."

Set after the main events of Chapter 4, Kyrah is just trying to paint the mountains on the one day the sun finally shows it's face. Of course Blade did his mother hen thing about her sitting on the roof while drawing. She comes down to mollify him, but she isn't going to give up finishing her painting while the light is just right, lol! In my mind it's Chapters 3 and 4 where she starts to get rather confused by his behavior towards her. Between her confusion and how protective Blade gets, she starts to get frustrated with him. This won't be the only time she low-key tells him off for it. I have this headcanon that he actually likes the fact she will stand up to him and disagree with him. (Though I don't know how much of a headcanon it is, because I think there is a lot of textual evidence for it.) To me, he sees it as a sign she isn't afraid of him, and trusts and respects him enough to be honest.

#tbh I kinda love writing Blade and Kyrahlise before they are a couple because I enjoy giving Blade a hard time #and he's just so ridiculous when he's falling in love it makes me laugh #istg Lena purposefully made Blade fun to bully lol #Kyrah is nice but by the time she joins the Shepherds she's gotten pretty good at not letting people push her around #so she has no qualms about standing up to Blade when she thinks he's going too far #finish your fics friday #ask game #shepherds of haven #shoh