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2014 Final Fantasy Kiss Battle
RULES
- All prompts will be organized by fandom, using Master Links. When leaving prompts, please put it under the right canon! If in a compilation canon, please include the important details!
- To leave a prompt: leave one prompt per comment, with FANDOM: CHARACTERS/RELATIONSHIP in the subject line and your prompt in the body.
- To leave a fill: reply to the comment in question. Please use the subject line of your comment to label your work: TITLE (if relevant), FANDOM, CHARACTERS/RELATIONSHIP, RATING (ANY KINKS, WARNINGS, FLAGS).
- There should be kissing! All kinds of kisses are welcome: gen, shippy, smutty, chaste, familial, friendly, angry, happy! We’re pretty open to anything you want to call kissing. We are fans of all of it.
- Fanart, fanfiction, drabbles, doodles, live action movies -- whatever you want to supply, we’d like to have it.
- Be kind to others regarding character or ship choices and prompts. This should be fun for everyone!
- Prompt early, prompt often, and leave as many as you want.
- Prompts can be filled multiple times!
- To leave a blitzkrieg kiss: If you have something but no one has prompted it yet, blitzkiss away! Just reply to the comment for your fandom, and make sure you use the subject line to label your work.
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FINAL FANTASY KISS BATTLE 2014
We will be running the Kissing Battle on Dreamwidth only. There are two main reasons for this: 1) Dreamwidth’s comment limit is huge, allowing for longer kissing masterpieces; and 2) Dreamwidth still supports subject lines for comments, which are vital to a meme like the Kiss Battle. However, the Battle is open to everyone. Feel free to participate with your Dreamwidth (account creation is invite-free right now~!), your Livejournal or other OpenID account (see here if you want to set up an OpenID), or anonymously.
Have fun! Get smoochin'!
FINAL FANTASY I
FINAL FANTASY II
FINAL FANTASY III
FINAL FANTASY IV COMPILATION
FINAL FANTASY V
FINAL FANTASY VI
FINAL FANTASY VII COMPILATION
FINAL FANTASY VIII
FINAL FANTASY IX
FINAL FANTASY X AND X-2
FINAL FANTASY XI
FINAL FANTASY XII COMPILATION
FINAL FANTASY TACTICS COMPILATION
FINAL FANTASY XIII COMPILATION
DISSIDIA: FINAL FANTASY COMPILATION
FINAL FANTASY: CRYSTAL CHRONICLES COMPILATION
ASSORTED FINAL FANTASY
CROSSOVERS (WITHIN FF)
CROSSOVERS (FF/OTHER)
OTHER / ASSORTED
"Imperfect Solutions", FFXII (OG): Vayne/Ashe, PG
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"They say that Princess Ashelia died of grief." Vayne Solidor stepped out of the shadows of his stateroom in Dalmasca's palace and into the spotlight where the prisoner sat: the rebel leader Amalia, her jaw tight, her eyes burning defiance. He walked a circle around her, taking his time about it, observing her from every angle. Her blond hair, the planes of her cheekbones, muscles taut and ready to spring into action. "Took to her bed, turned her face to the wall, and stopped eating. That she withered away, despairing for her future and that of Dalmasca." He shook his head as he took another turn about the floor. "A pretty story, but not one I've ever believed. Too convenient. Too unlike a queen. Too well-tailored to Ondore's purposes. Don't you think so, Amalia?" He stopped, right in front of her, and stooped down to her height, to look straight into her face. She was the right age, to be certain. And her lieutenants had fought to the death to protect her. A simple rebel leader, or something more?
She lifted her chin to angle her eyes over his head, but she said nothing.
Vayne smiled without softening. "It must chafe at you, to live this lie. To pretend to be less than you are, to crawl through underground tunnels and sleep on the ground."
"I am no less than any other soldier who fights for Dalmasca's freedom!" She spat out the words, before deigning to meet his eyes at last, anger and contempt written across her face. "No less, and no more."
Vayne shifted his weight back on his heels and clucked his tongue. "Defiant to the last, my princess." Her knuckles whitened, gripping the arms of the chair; she would have lunged, Vayne knew, but for the three soldiers that stood behind him, holding a knife at the throat of Vossler Azelas. Her captain's life for her consent to this conversation -- that was the bargain, and they all knew it. She was unarmed; the Archadians would kill them both before Vayne suffered as much as a bruise. And yet, he could see her making the calculations. He could learn to admire such spirit.
"Do not," he said, holding up a hand, "bother to deny it. I know your family too well, and Ondore is too deeply in my pockets to hide the truth any longer. You are in a tight spot, princess. But I can offer you a way out."
"Were I locked in a burning building and you held the only key, I still would not take your aid," Ashe retorted.
Vayne gestured to his left, then his right. "But you are in a burning building, princess. Dalmasca is a tinderbox, waiting only for the right match to strike it. Would you really stand by and watch it burn?"
He stood up, stepped back to allow his words to sink in. Finally, she slumped back into her seat and looked away. She would hear him out.
"I am governor of Dalmasca, and will remain so for the foreseeable future. You must know that you cannot drive Archadia out by force. Why, then, not work with us instead? I am unmarried; you are a widow. Certainly you see that an alliance by marriage secures your homeland's best possible future. Your nation would become a favored state; your sons and grandsons would someday rule an empire. What, my lady, do you have to lose?"
"My liberty," she said, quiet but determined. "Mine, and Dalmasca's."
"And what good is liberty if you are not alive to enjoy it?" Vayne took her hand and drew her up out of the chair; her fingers were stiff and cool beneath his. "You will, with time, see that our betrothal is a perfect solution to this problem." He leaned forward and placed a light kiss on her unyielding mouth. "And if not, well." Letting go of her hand, he shrugged. "Imperfect solutions are better than none." He stepped back from her with a low bow, and a meaningful look at Azelas. "I look forward to your answer, princess." He left her alone in the room, giving her time to think. He had very little doubt as to what her ultimate response might be, but she deserved the opportunity to escape her fate. At least it would not be on his head.
Re: "Imperfect Solutions", FFXII (OG): Vayne/Ashe, PG
Oh, wow, so EXCELLENT. When I thought up the prompt idea, I was thinking in terms of Ashe being betrothed to Vayne instead of Rasler, back when they were children, but I had also been thinking seperately about this scenario--- and, frankly, wondering what the Watsonian/in-universe explanation is for why they never did end up in an arranged marriage, either of their fathers' doing or their own (well, Vayne's own, especially--- that that did not occur to him always bugs me and this is a great missing scene as well as the yeast starter for an AU).
(Also, you were one of the other people on moogle_university who thought that Vayne as a proper tragic anti-hero would have been amazing, right? Because if so I might have a blitzkiss for you with yet another look at Ashe and Vayne when Vayne is more pragmatic and less tyrannical, aka my favorite kind of Vayne.)
Re: "Imperfect Solutions", FFXII (OG): Vayne/Ashe, PG
My reasoning for why not has always been along the lines that Raminas didn't want to give up his only heir to Archadia, preferring instead to unite the two smaller nations in hopes of keeping the Empire at bay. If some of his sons had survived, then arranging the match with Vayne makes more sense. But I definitely agree that, once Dalmasca has fallen and Vayne is in charge, it makes sense for him to pursue this scenario.
Yes, I did leave a comment to that effect in Moogle U. I really wanted Vayne to have more nuance as an antagonist, and was disappointed when the game made him an outright evil overlord. So I am up for that blitzkiss, definitely!
Re: "Imperfect Solutions", FFXII (OG): Vayne/Ashe, PG
Oh, yeah, I definitely agree--- not only that Raminas was not about to let a Solidor, even a ~third son~, near the throne of Dalmasca, but even that the Watsonian explanation (as opposed to the Doyleist, "because we wouldn't have a game if they were happily married") is basically to do with the idea that Dalmasca's enmity with the empire runs too deep to be patched over with an alliance-marriage. (Sidenote: I cannot spend time writing in this fandom, it seems, without my normal writing turning into purple prose!)
...on the other hand, I have an incredible fascination with the idea of Vayne and Ashe betrothed as children, when neither of them are their kingdoms'/fathers' heirs--- and the adolescent Vayne, in particular, as third son in a cutthroat dynasty, thinking of his wedding to this Dalmascan princess as an escape, a way out of the nest of vipers that is his family, especially if he can somehow arrange to bring Larsa along with him when he leaves for Rabanastre. (And, yes, possibly a means to manipulate himself into a stronger position, because he's a viper himself, lol.) (I also have this ridic headcanon that Ashe was spoiled rotten by at least some of her elder brothers, and that if they met before she was of age, she'd probably automatically fit him into that role in her head. And, demonstrably, he falls naturally into the role of overprotective big brother, see also: Larsa.) (I could talk forever about Vayne and Larsa, actually, and how Vayne is scarily selfless about Larsa even if he doesn't always quite understand him--- for instance, how Vayne's drive to become the Dynast-King is really about making Larsa the Dynast-King and specifically handing him the throne of a united Ivalice where there is nobody left who wants to oppose and more to the point harm him.)
Blitzkiss to follow lest I break the comment-character limit! :D
BLITZKISS! "In This Humor Won", FFXII (OG): Vayne/Ashe, PG
She is making ready to flee the palace, Vossler in tow; they have all but reached the teleport stone, and freedom, when---
A shimmering in the air, and they both draw steel in preference to being caught out---
The new arrivals have had the same idea; and she has just a moment to register the presence of a Judge with the half-dozen men--- when the seventh steps forward, and removes his helm.
For the first time in her life, she stands face to face with Vayne Solidor.
She does what any good daughter of Dalmasca would do: she spits at him, even as she raises her sword.
Vossler grabs her arm. "It’s six on one--- we must fall back---"
She tries to win her arm free.
Solidor speaks, as if none of this had happened, though she thinks she sees one eyebrow arch slightly. "How convenient," he says calmly, as if they faced each other in a drawing room instead of what should become a battlefield. "I come here seeking you, Your Majesty---" she starts at his use of what is, after all, now her proper title--- "and instead Your Majesty has most graciously chosen to find me. This saves time; and we have in truth not much of it to begin with."
"I would have thought a conqueror would have all the time in the world."
"A conqueror might; but I think to be somewhat else, betimes, Your Majesty." He looks at her seriously.
"What, then--- an assassin; you came seeking me to end Dalmasca’s line---" The rage she hadn’t known she was carrying in the numbness of her grief at the deaths of her father and husband bubbles up within her, spewing out at the man who is its author.
He shakes his head. "On the contrary--- I would help you ensure its preservation, and that of your kingdom---" he holds out a hand to her. "Come with me, Your Majesty, to a place of safety, that we may treat with at least somewhat more leisure--- though we have little enough regardless."
She stares at his hand as she would a viper. "And if I refuse?" Vossler’s hissed, "Majesty!" hits her ears; she holds up a hand for silence.
Vayne Solidor sighs; there is a hint of human exasperation in his mien that she hates to see. "Then you have my leave to go." He makes a gesture and his men step aside, though the Judge’s helm turns toward him, a hint of a speaking look hidden behind that fierce and impassive mask. "But know that if you do, your kingdom will fall, and become no more than a part of the Empire, as you have fought so hard to prevent--- and it will be by your doing."
"And if I join you?"
For some reason the words make his lip twitch up, just a bit. "Your Majesty, if you join me---" he stresses the word just slightly for some reason--- "then the next time you come to Dalmasca, it will be to resume your throne. What I offer is no less then Dalmasca’s freedom--- and a great deal more besides, if you will treat with me."
She stares at him. Her heart is burning with rage--- but his words have struck home.
And besides, if she goes with him, there’s always a chance that she can get a knife in his back, or his throat. "Very well," she says.
She ignores Vossler’s sigh of relief.
Vayne holds out his arm to her--- again, a gesture better suited to the drawing room than the battlefield, for all that his is the military genius that laid Nalbina and Dalmasca low. "Shall we?"
#
The shimmer from the teleport has hardly faded, leaving them in what is evidently his office, when he addresses himself to Vossler. "Captain--- Azelas, is it not?" Vossler starts at being so addressed. "Your queen and I have much to discuss that is best done in private; but I understand if you should fear for her safety---" one of the guards steps forward at a gesture from his master. "I believe Colonel Tarven here is about your size--- if you will don his arms and armor, you may take his place as my doorguard, and thus be in earshot of your queen should she have need of you."
Vossler looks at the colonel as Ashe had looked at Solidor’s hand. "I give you my word of honor," Solidor adds lowly, "that I mean her no harm---"
"A Solidor’s word of honor---" Ashe spits at him. "That’s worth not a pebble under my feet!"
For some reason, that actually makes him smile. "I see you and the Senate have a point of agreement," he says wryly, then, more softly--- "Judge Magister Drace, here, will stand surety with your captain, that my intentions are honorable."
Ashe starts to ask why she should take the word of one of Solidor’s lapdogs any more than she would his own--- then the Judge Magister steps forward and removes her helm.
Her helm; and that Solidor has brought a woman to stand surety for the proceedings at once convinces her that he speaks truth, and makes a horrible suspicion begin to bubble up in her mind. "Very well," she says, in clipped sharp tones, folding her arms across her chest. "Make haste, Vossler--- I would have this business concluded."
Vossler regards her dubiously, but does as bidden, and in no very long time, she and Vayne Solidor are alone.
"Your Majesty," he says, and bows to her. "I thank you for your trust."
"Do not thank me for what you do not have," she says shortly. "For what did you bring me here?"
"As I said, a proposition--- or rather," he adds wryly, "a proposal." Her suspicions swell like the wind in a sandstorm.
"Say on."
"Even as a child," he says, his voice almost too casual, "I wondered at your father’s choice to betroth you to Lord Rasler, and so set Nalbina and Dalmasca united against the Empire--- rather than to me, and make an alliance that would preserve their freedom." He looks at her directly, that blue-eyed gaze unsettling. "I would rectify that."
"You would marry me."
"Aye--- and for my groom-gift return your crown."
Ashe sorts thoughts fast. "You can do that?" She does not quite understand Archadian politics but she knows that he does not have quite the power that she or Rasler had: he cannot presume to inherit.
That gives both reason for his offer--- and reason why he cannot make it alone.
But he inclines his head. "I have some coin of influence that I can spend in the Senate---"
"And you would do it on Dalmasca’s behalf--- why? So you can wed your way to a crown instead of what you Archadians do?"
He laughs outright at that, unexpectedly. "Some would say the electoral process is even more whorish than what you describe. I would not expect to rule jointly with you---" He pauses. "I will admit that the Senate is like to look with favor upon my candidacy for the throne should it bring a union with Dalmasca’s--- but that is not my true goal."
"Then what is?"
He draws breath. "I have spoken of a groom-gift, but not a bride-gift."
"What is it I have that you Archadians have not already taken?" she spits.
"The Dusk Shard."
She stares at him; this is entirely unexpected. "Why?"
He clenches his fist. "As to the specifics--- believe that it would be safer for us both if we are wed before I speak further." She blinks in confusion--- then remembers her study of Archadian law: in his country, spouse may not testify against spouse.
"You’re planning a coup." It’s the only logical explanation.
He looks at her for a moment--- then laughs. It sounds rusty, as if he doesn’t do it that often, and he has laughed twice tonight. She wonders at it, assessing him as she would any opponent, for this is no less a battlefield than the one they left. "As a matter of fact, I am--- though not the kind you think; my father’s head is safe from my blade."
"As your brothers’ were not."
His gloved hands clench into fists. "That was at my father’s behest," he says sharply, and something in his tone tells her not to pursue it.
"And you had nothing to do with inspiring it," she can’t help but say anyway.
He looks at her sharply. "This is not to the point." He steps closer to her. "Your Majesty, believe me--- if I thought I could persuade the Senate, I would return your you throne with no talk of marriage, in exchange for the Dusk Shard alone--- it is only that they will want some manner of... assurance... of alliance."
"Of conquest," she says bitterly, though she is all too aware that her kingdom lies in his hands already.
No, she thinks suddenly. Dalmasca lies in Archadia’s hands now. The Emperor’s hands, or their Senate’s.
Vayne Solidor is asking her to put it in his hands instead.
"Not conquest," he says. "Freedom for your kingdom--- and perhaps--- far more than that," he adds, almost to himself.
She thinks quickly. Solidor--- the whole of House Solidor, but especially this one--- is reputed to be vicious, ruthless and clever, and his successes against her kingdom and Rasler’s bear that out.
And there is always the Dawn Shard. The Dawn Shard, that only she, in all the world, now knows exists, much less where to find it. She has a backup plan.
Not to mention that a knife in the back is easier to deliver when you sleep beside the intended recipient.
This gives her options.
She swallows the burning of hate and rage inside her--- she is a princess; no, she is a queen, and she knows her duty, though it burns as bitter as gall and acid.
A knife in the back, or the Dawn Shard and raise an army, she reminds herself. She has options, now. And she will sit Dalmasca’s throne, and use whatever influence she might have with her husband to hold Archadia at bay.
The thought of how such influence might be won turns her stomach; she and Rasler had been a love match for all it was arranged by their father’s, and touching this man of all of them would turn her stomach even if her beloved husband were colder in his grave than he yet is.
Perhaps this obsession of his with the Dusk Shard might give her some purchase, she consoles herself.
Something of her thoughts must have shown on her face, for all her training in court politics, for his expression softens somewhat. "I am... aware that you and the late Lord Rasler were... more to each other than a marriage of political alliance," he says lowly. "I... shall not trespass upon your grief, nor your person--- though if you deem it expedient for Dalmasca’s heir to bear Solidor’s name, I find I’m sentimental enough to prefer that he or she also share Solidor’s blood." She hardly has time to realize that he has just given her blanket permission--- approval even--- to cuckold him, when he adds, "My brother’s hands are not stained with blood, nor will they be so if it is in my power; you might apply to him, when he is of age."
This is too much, after all that she has endured. "Then why not marry me off to your brother and have done with it--- or does that not suit your ambitions?"
His fists actually clench at that. "What you and Larsa might decide about Dalmasca’s heir--- when he is of age to do so--- is between the two of you. But I will not use my brother as a pawn." There is something rough and dangerous in his voice; for the first time, she sees what this man would be like on a battlefield that is fought with weapons other than words, and shivers at it. He sees it; swallows, and forces himself to relax with obvious effort, speaks more lightly. "For one thing, if it be possible, I would like for him to have the good fortune that Your Majesty enjoyed in her first marriage."
Oh, that shot tells, and for a moment, she wants to tell him that he’s overplayed his hand with that one.
But she knows what Rasler would tell her to do--- just as he once repudiated their marriage, which he had in truth desired, to force the hand of a conspiracy--- so he would tell her to do her duty now.
She takes a step to him, so close that she can feel the heat of his body against hers. "Very well," she says lowly. "I accept your... proposal. The Dusk Shard for Dalmasca’s crown, upon the day of our wedding."
He lets out a breath; she can feel the tension go out of his body. "I thank Your Majesty for the honor."
She snorts. "We’re affianced--- you needn’t ‘Majesty’ me." She’s needling him, gratuitously, taking out some of her frustrations this way. "I’m certainly not about to call you ‘my lord’."
"No, I shouldn’t think you would," he says wryly, and then, "Ashelia."
There is something so gentle in his tone, almost seductive, that she recoils from it instinctively, from the very pull of it. "Vayne." Her tone is more matter-of-fact.
"Well; I must go to the Senate with the happy news--- to ensure that it is so," Vayne adds sardonically. He pauses a moment. "The tradition in Archadia is to seal such--- agreements--- with a kiss."
It feels like he’s goading her in turn; she wants to tell him that if he tries she’ll slap him. Thinks that that’s the reaction he’s waiting for. "Well, get on with it, then," she says sharply, and tips her face up to him--- goading in turn.
He looks at her for an instant--- she thinks, with a hint of triumph, that she has managed to surprise him, and that that likely does not often happen to him.
Then he cups her cheek and bends to press his lips to hers.
She had expected--- well; she is not sure what she had expected, precisely, but it is not this: the light, soft touch of his mouth that is still firm against hers, serious and respectful. She has to fight the urge to break the contact at once, where she might have endured roughness or claiming or simple sloppiness--- might have endured the overtly unpleasant better than something that could almost be pleasant, if he were someone else, and she were.
He lingers about the touch for a moment--- she does not know Archadian customs, does not know whether it is a moment, or two, longer than is required or seemly--- then withdraws. "I thank you," he says, and there is something in that low voice that leaves her wondering, what for, exactly--- leaves her wondering about his reasons for this whole business. And if he mightn’t just have shown her a vulnerable side. A weak point that she can use.
He steps back, then, and is entirely business. "I shall to the Senate at once, then."
"At this hour?"
He smiles wryly. "They convened a special session--- they were waiting word from Dalmasca; that I can bring them happier news and more swiftly than they expected is to our advantage."
"You mean your advantage."
He raises an eyebrow at her. "Are we not--- allies--- in this, Your Majesty?" she sucks in a breath. "If so, my advantage is yours." She takes that for a threat, or at least a warning, as to the reverse. He steps back further and bows to her. "By your leave---"
"You hardly need stand on ceremony with me," she all but snaps, unsettled by his excessive courtesy. "We’re affianced."
"Not until the Senate approves it," he says dryly, "but I take your point--- Ashelia." She fights a shiver again. "I shall ask Judge Drace to attend you and your Captain Azelas to suitable quarters."
She wants to ask if he’d prepared ahead of time--- then thinks that obvious; thinks as well: "And doubtless let your gaoler know that he can have back the cell you’d prepared for me if I refused, as well?"
He laughs outright at this; again, she thinks it’s a rare thing in him. "You already have the measure of me too well--- and I can also let him know he’s to leave the door latched on whoever does occupy it."
And with that astonishing comment, he bows himself out.
Left alone in the room, Ashe shivers; notices for the first time that the room is cold--- Archadia is a colder clime than Dalmasca, to be sure, as Archadian fashions which swathe the body from neck to toe attest, but she is not certain that’s all of it.
Vayne Solidor is a deeply unsettling man.
He is everything that Rasler was not, she finds herself thinking; and she is not sure whether that will be her saving grace or her undoing.
Re: BLITZKISS! "In This Humor Won", FFXII (OG): Vayne/Ashe, PG
Re: BLITZKISS! "In This Humor Won", FFXII (OG): Vayne/Ashe, PG
Re: BLITZKISS! "In This Humor Won", FFXII (OG): Vayne/Ashe, PG
Everything in this is so true to them: politics as weapons between them, all the things that are unsaid inbetween their words -- more than Ashe realizes -- the sheer practicality that makes their decisions, but the passion underneath. I would read so much more of this I can't even.
Re: BLITZKISS! "In This Humor Won", FFXII (OG): Vayne/Ashe, PG
...so between you and
And in the meantime, have a snippet of headcanon about Ashe and Vayne, which I only just realized today, thanks to this comment of yours: ... and I went, "Oh, that explains why Vayne keeps flirting at her (in later parts)"--- because he is a victim of his environmentally conditioned responses: he is so, so used to people smiling in his face while whetting the knives for his back that when she, literally, spits in his face at the first sight of him while going for her sword, he is just so used to people who don't show their actual feelings that somewhere at an unconscious level he assumes she's, ah, more kindly disposed to him than she's acting, because of course she wouldn't be so blatantly hostile if she expected to do anything about it, right? Oh, Vayne, bb, hoist on your own petard. *pets*
Re: BLITZKISS! "In This Humor Won", FFXII (OG): Vayne/Ashe, PG
oh my god Vayne
It's so obvious but yes
you idiot just make out with her
Re: BLITZKISS! "In This Humor Won", FFXII (OG): Vayne/Ashe, PG
YAY YAY YAY.
I ma GRINNING FOREVER AT THIS. And OH GOD YES THEY NEED TO MAKE OUT. THEY NEED TO HAVE ALL THE MAKEOUTS AND SADLY THAT DOES NOT SEEM TO BE HAPPENING FOR A WHILE. OH, BBs. (BTW, I am so embarrassed that it took me so long to figure out why the HELL Vayne was flirting at her--- I mean, this is Vayne "Hi Migelo I'ma get you drunk till you call me by name" Solidor, there is CANON PRECEDENT for him being all ~approachable~ and shit when he thinks it's useful, but he goes out of his WAY at her later in this story, like, "I will be as much a husband to you as you will permit" out of his WAY. WTf, dude, arranged marriage and let's not forget YOU HAD HER FATHER KILLED. And then WHAM... "oh that's why, you are just that unused to people showing what they actually feel at you. *facepalm*"
Re: BLITZKISS! "In This Humor Won", FFXII (OG): Vayne/Ashe, PG
CAN WE ALSO TALK ABOUT LARSA
Re: BLITZKISS! "In This Humor Won", FFXII (OG): Vayne/Ashe, PG
Okay, admittedly I am getting all of FFXII canon through the lens of my Vayne-muse most of the time now, which is why I now love Ashe, but OH MY GOD LARSA.
And OKAY I know enough about, you know, people, that I occasionally want to be like, "NO VAYNE THE KID IS NOT A FRAGILE SNOWFLAKE PLS TO REMEMBER THAT (in my headcanon) WHEN YOU WERE HIS AGE YOU WERE AVENGING YOUR MOTHER'S MURDER LET HIM GROW UP BB BECAUSE HE'S GOING TO DO IT ANYWAY". But LARSA.
Are we being specific to Larsa as he's referenced in ITHW? Or Larsa in general? Because I am up for either! And also if it's Larsa in general I have another blitzkiss, also known as "That universe in which a grownup Larsa and and Penelo decide to set up Vayne and Ashe" and also as "That Universe I write when I need a break from the grimdarkhorrible of ITHW" although you and
Re: BLITZKISS! "In This Humor Won", FFXII (OG): Vayne/Ashe, PG
Re: BLITZKISS! "In This Humor Won", FFXII (OG): Vayne/Ashe, PG
I JUST PLAYED THRU THE LHUSU MINES AND KDJSLJSLDJSLDJDLKD MY BOY
Re: BLITZKISS! "In This Humor Won", FFXII (OG): Vayne/Ashe, PG
Re: BLITZKISS! "In This Humor Won", FFXII (OG): Vayne/Ashe, PG
Re: BLITZKISS! "In This Humor Won", FFXII (OG): Vayne/Ashe, PG
Re: "Imperfect Solutions", FFXII (OG): Vayne/Ashe, PG