FINAL FANTASY KISS BATTLE 2011.

[seventhe]

It’s February and yes, that means: time for the kiss battle. Friend kisses, loving kisses, angry kisses, familial kisses, porny kisses, mouth to mouth or mouth to cheek or mouth to [insert body part here] -- all are welcome!

Guidelines for the game:

• All kisses welcome! Gen, shippy, family, friendship!


• Be kind to other people’s character/relationship choices. :) Everyone is welcome!


• Seriously, everyone is welcome - Livejournal, Dreamwidth, OpenID, whatever!


• When leaving prompts, leave one prompt per comment with the subject line: FANDOM - CHARACTERS/SHIP and your prompt in the comment body. (EX: FFVII - Cloud/Reno)


• Prompt early, prompt often and leave as many as you want!


• Prompts can be filled multiple times.


• No prompts required if you desire a kiss blitzkrieg; just post it as a reply to the entry!


• Tell your friends!

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EDIT - Make sure you're watching the later pages, too -- there are a lot of fantastic prompts hiding there that would like some kissing~!

Comments

"Wounded", FFXII, Ashe/Basch

[owlmoose]

The sun beats down mercilessly on the platforms that crisscross the Sandsea: precious little shade to be found, and the metal surfaces reflect harsh light everywhere, including straight into Ashe's eyes. The glare dazzles her, and it is this, as much as anything, that causes her to misjudge the Urutan-Yensa's attack. Instead of parrying the blow, she steps directly into the line of the falling quaterstaff, and it comes crashing down on her head.

She gasps, pain thudding down her spine. Then she slips, staggers under the weight of the staff, only barely manages to remain standing. Her vision darkens, and she feels a rough hand pull her back; it is Vossler, of course, taking her place in the face of danger. Normally she would have argued, but she feels her legs beginning to give way, and so she lets him move her to safety, passing him back into more hands -- slim fingers against her arm, likely Penelo's, if she is to judge by the wave of healing magic that passes through her. Then another large grip, familiar and sure, lowering her to the metal walkway and propping her up against a strong arm.

"Here, Your Majesty, drink this." It is Basch, and Ashe doesn't stop to think; she accepts the flask he presses into her hand with gratitude and drinks, closing her eyes, the pain receding further with each swallow. It is only as she finishes the potion and sets the bottle aside that she wonders at her easy trust in him. She opens her eyes and looks up at him, sees him staring down at her, mouth drawn with concern.

"Thank you, I'm quite fine now. Just give me a minute." She takes a deep breath, then another, and finds that she has been unable to look away from him. Events have moved so quickly, these past days, that she has had no time to reflect on all she has learned. Basch: alive, and not a traitor after all. So difficult to wrap her head around that thought. For so long, she had let anger at his betrayal drive her; she had wished for him to live, but only so that she could murder him herself, possibly with her bare hands. But now...

She leans back against his arm, still focused on breathing and willing her head to clear. Taking a quick glance up, she confirms that others have moved on, around the next platform and out of earshot. Then she takes a deep breath and meets his eyes. "I should have trusted you better."

"Do not blame yourself, Majesty," Basch murmurs, voice low against the sounds of battle in the distance. "'Twas Vayne's hand that drove the wedge betwixt you and I, between Dalmasca and Bhujerba. It was a cunning plan, and it worked all too well. I wish only that I had seen it coming: my brother is too useful a tool for Vayne to have left rotting in his chest."

Ashe lets her shoulders fall. "You had your reasons for keeping him secret. I do not judge you for that."

Basch lowers his gaze. "Thank you, Your Majesty."

The afternoon sun catches the corona of his hair, casting his head with a halo of flame. Her strength regained, she sits back up and lets a hand fall against his rough cheek; then, before he can pull away or react, she leans forward and kisses him, pressing her mouth softly against his. She pulls away with a smile. "We will come to trust one another again." Without waiting for an answer, she rises to her feet, pulls her sword and moves to rejoin the fray.

Re: "Wounded", FFXII, Ashe/Basch

[lassarina]

aaaah Ashe ♥ I love this: how the brightness of the sun is tricky even for those accustomed to it; Vossler stepping forward to take damage in her place; Basch being the one to tend her after Penelo gets it started; and the double-play on "healing". All of this. OMG. ♥

Re: "Wounded", FFXII, Ashe/Basch

[lescafenix]

Thank you for writing this! They're both so desperate to make things right, but they're also very slow to trust. You know, though, that there was a point in the story where Ashe had to commit to letting Basch in and trusting him - I think you've shown that moment beautifully here. I also liked the descriptions of the party working/fighting together as a team. That's one of my favorite things to read about in a story.

I may or may not have squeed a bit when I saw this. :)