Dragon Age Kiss Battle: Go!

[owlmoose]

Welcome to the 2014 Dragon Age Kiss Battle!

Any kind of kiss is welcome -- het, slash, femslash; shippy, familial, gen; cheek kisses, mouth kisses, kissing of... other things; serious, fluffy, silly, or all three at once; fanfic, fanart, whatever you come up with; anything goes!

The post is now open! I don't anticipate closing it, so come by any time!

THE RULES:

1. To leave a request: Post a comment with character(s) and, if desired, a prompt. Put the pairing/character(s) in the subject line and the prompt in the body of the comment.


2. To respond: Reply to the prompting comment. Include characters, rating, and title in the subject line. If your response includes content relating to Dragon Age: Inquisition, please also note that in the subject line.


3. Multiple responses are both allowed and encouraged!


4. There is no limit to the number of prompts you can post.


5. Artwork can be posted inline, but try not to make it too large. Please link to images that are very large or NSFW.


6. Please, be kind to others regarding pairing choices, prompts, or anything else. This game is for everyone! :)


7. Anon commenting is on, as is OpenID, if you neither have nor want a Dreamwidth account.


8. Send your friends! :D

If you have questions, please ask them here. Thanks, and happy kissing!!

Comments

Bethany/Thrask

[ashfae]

We should work together.

Bethany/Thrask Gen to PG

[halberdier]

"You - you're my daughter's age! I could be your father!" Thrask whispered hoarsely.

Bethany smiled. "Bit of an unfortunate occupation if you were my father," she murmured, then blanched as she belatedly remembered how they had first met. "I'm sorry - I didn't mean that the way it sounded..."

Thrask pinched the bridge of his nose, and gave an unamused huff of laughter. "She often said the same thing. I took no offense."

"I did mean what I said, before. We should work together. I think we'd work well together. Think about it?"

"Maker help me, I will," Thrask said, letting his head fall forward in a kind of weary surrender. "If only to prevent my daughter's fate from befalling anyone else."

"One other thing - er, inappropriate thing - that comes to mind when I think about you, is..." Bethany trailed off, unsure if she should finish.

"Is?" Thrask prompted.

"That I thank the Maker you look nothing like my father," she smiled impishly and reached up to lay a soft kiss on his cheek - chaste enough to protest propriety to any onlookers, but close enough to his mouth to leave him in no doubt whatsoever of her meaning.