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FINAL FANTASY KISS BATTLE 2021!

HELLO FRIENDS????? Remember those fandoms we all used to be in? and producing things for? Well, baby, it's time for a nostalgia run, so buckle up your chocobos and get ready to roll. We haven't done a Kiss Battle in years and lassarina and I for one think it's TIME TO DO SO.

This event is open to everyone, even if we aren't DW circlefriends! (feel free to friend me too; i promise i'm not crazy ~~that's a lie~~). If you aren't on DW, you can still play via anon or OpenID!

The Kiss Battle is simple. Players leave prompts in comments under each specific fandom, using generalized fandom nomenclature: a relationship of some sort, and a concept to inspire other players.

For romantic relationship kisses, we use X / Y
For platonic relationship kisses, we use X & Y
Absolutely open to relationships with more than 2 people involved! X / Y / Z (/ A / B ...) welcome to this party!
Prompts can be a word, a sentence, an image, a song lyric; it's a suggestion, rather than a request
it's a kiss battle! there will be smooches!

Players then go looking for smoochin' prompts they'd like to fill. Fills can be fic, art, interpretive dance, whatever you're inspired to; they can be filled in a responding comment, or as a link (to AO3, tumblr, etc). FILLS GOTTA HAVE A KISS IN 'EM. IT'S A KISS BATTLE. What counts as a "kiss" is up to you, though -- you can be creative!

Fills should use the comment header to let people know what the fill is; please use a format like "X / Y, (title), (rating), (any content warnings that might apply)"
- "Aerith/Tifa, memorial, G"
- "Cloud/Squall, just in time, R (blood)"
Prompts can be filled multiple times! Don't worry if someone got there first; we love Two Cakes up in this event! The more kisses we get, the better!
You can fill as anon if you want/need for any reason
You can of course crosspost anywhere you'd like

It's a very simple game, and is meant to be played in good faith without anybody being a shitbag about pairings or characters. We're all too old for this.

Comments or Questions?

FANDOM LINKS Fandoms with compilations and expansions should fall into their titled macrofandom. For example:

FFXIII also includes FFXIII-2 and Lightning Returns (FFXIII-3)
FFX also includes X-2
FFIV includes the After Years

If you need to specify a certain microfandom / singular canon, please do so in the prompt or in the comment header!

FINAL FANTASY I
FINAL FANTASY II
FINAL FANTASY III
FINAL FANTASY IV
FINAL FANTASY V
FINAL FANTASY VI
FINAL FANTASY VII
FINAL FANTASY VIII
FINAL FANTASY IX
FINAL FANTASY X
FINAL FANTASY XI
FINAL FANTASY XII
FINAL FANTASY XIII
FINAL FANTASY XIV
FINAL FANTASY XV
FINAL FANTASY TACTICS
FINAL FANTASY TYPE-0
FINAL FANTASY RECORD KEEPER
FINAL FANTASY BRAVE EXVIUS
BRAVELY DEFAULT
FINAL FANTASY SPIRITS WITHIN
OTHER FINAL FANTASY CANONS
FF CROSSOVER PROMPTS

MAKE FRIENDS! If you're interested in meeting more FF fandom people, this comment thread can be used as a friending meme! Tell us a little about yourself, which FFs you've played, favorite characters/ships, and look around for new friends!

FF FRIENDING THREAD

You can also join the Final Fantasy Old Folks Home Discord and come gripe about those kids on our lawn and the old days where you had to level grind by hand lmao. Open to all FF fans!

BLITZ KISSINS If you already know what smooches you want to write, you don't need to wait for a prompt -- just comment into the relevant fandom thread with your kiss!

REMEMBER It's only fun if everybody plays, so if you leave a prompt, try to fill someone else's!

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*squeals in delight to see you here*

I also forget how do write smooch I GUESS WE MUST JUST PRACTICE there's nothing for it! ♥

:DDDD so glad you liked, tyty!

"Let's blow this place."

Kain looks up to find Edge lurking in the shadows, arms crossed. In his dark clothes and silent shoes he is scarcely perceptible beyond the dense afternoon sunlight that streams into the hall. Kain looks around at the members of the Eblanese delegation mingling with those of the Baronian court, then looks back. Edge shrugs impatiently.

"I'm bored, you're restless, and neither of us is required for this. Let's get out of here."

"This is in your honor," Kain points out.

"Yeah, I'm duly honored, I said so, and now a bunch of people who actually run my kingdom are going to talk to the people who actually run yours, and eventually Cecil and I will be handed pieces of parchment to sign, and in the meantime, my presence is not required." Edge straightens and unfolds his arms. "I can make it a royal command."

Kain just stares at him.

"I hate that you're as good at that as Gramps is," Edge says, and then his voice takes on a wheedling edge. "You're not doing a very good job of pretending to have a good time."

If Kain learned anything at all on their journey, it is that Edge's stubbornness rivals Cecil's, albeit in a more talkative way. If nothing else, it would behoove him to ensure the King of Eblan does not wander where he ought not and come to harm. He sighs and turns to face Edge fully. "Very well."

"Any reason we can't go outside castle walls?" Edge asks as they walk, not quite shoulder to shoulder, to the exit.

"I suppose not, although Your Majesty should--"

"My majesty is not planning on bringing guards. If you can't keep me safe, what the hell will they do?" Edge keeps walking as though his words have not nearly rooted Kain's feet to the stone floor. He shakes his head and hurries to catch up.

"What did Your Majesty have in mind?" Kain asks when he draws even with the ninja again.

"To start, for you to call me by my name, not my title," Edge says. "To continue.....wanna race?"

Kain blinks. "What?"

"Race. When two or more people run from a starting point to an ending point and see who arrives first?"

"I know what a race is, Your--" He cuts himself off at the eloquent raised eyebrow above the ninja mask. "Edge."

"So let's have one."

"Do you only propose contests you are certain of winning?" As soon as the words are out, Kain winces. He knows better, has been trained better, and whether or not Edge is a friend it is not an appropriate way to speak to a monarch.

"Certainly not," Edge says. "It's no fun if there's no competition."

Kain waits.

Edge sighs. "I'll give you a head start," he offers.

Edge has settled on something he wants to do, and there is no point in arguing. Kain nods assent and Edge whoops loudly enough to draw the attention of the guardsmen at the gate. When they look, he waves cheerfully and strolls across the courtyard to the gate.

"His Majesty desires a walk," Kain says when the guards look to him for direction.

The elder of them frowns, then clearly decides that this is a problem to be handled farther up the chain of command than he is--specifically, by Kain--and waves them through. It is, truthfully, a beautiful day to be outside, with the scent of sun-warmed grass and a cooling breeze to keep the summer's day from becoming oppressive. Kain rolls his shoulders and draws a deep breath. Formal affairs put him on high alert, reminding him of Golbez, and he endures them for Cecil and Rosa's sakes but is never glad of them.

He wonders if Edge knows that.

Edge wanders along the castle wall, avoiding the road that leads into Baron city proper, his eyes narrowed as he surveys the expanse of cleared land between the castle and the forest. "Alright," Edge says abruptly. "From the post there--" He points at a marker for the guards' rounds--"to that oak with the lightning scar there." His arm swings to point at the forest, perhaps a mile distant.

Kain is glad he was not required to wear ceremonial armor to the reception. He wiggles his toes inside his boots. They should do well enough.

"No jumping for you," Edge continues, "and no ninjutsu for me. And since you're more of the muscled stalwart type, I'll give you a thirty-second head start."

Kain only barely contains the urge to splutter and only because it will serve only to encourage Edge. When he has control of himself, he looks at Edge, w ho looks mildly disappointed. "Accepted,," he says.

He can tell Edge is smiling by the crinkling lines at the corners of his eyes. "On my mark," Edge says, strolling toward the post. Kain lines up with him and looks ahead to the goal.

"Ready," Edge says, and lets a pause spin out to a length of pointless drama. "Mark!"

Kain takes off running, the grass thick and cushiony beneath his feet, and counts the seconds in his head. He hears Edge's footsteps behind him right on time, and ducks his head to push himself harder. He has kept in good trim since his return from Mt. Ordeals, but he was never especially fast; Dragoons are, as Edge mockingly noted, a heavy-armor profession, and stamina is more important than speed for them. (He dares not think what Edge would make of that fact.) He hears footsteps drawing closer even as he approaches the forest, and he knows that Edge is choosing to let him hear his approach; he has seen Edge run in silence over sand and gravel to strike an enemy. He sees it for a courtesy, and he is nearly to the trees--

A dark blur whips past him, reaching the storm-split oak when he has several strides to go. He does not slacken his pace, more for pride than anything, and draws to a halt in the cool shade of the trees, turning back to the goal. Edge is breathing deeply but not harshly, fists resting on his hips. He has pulled off the ninja mask and his face is flushed with effort.

"So, not enough of a head start then," Edge says as Kain comes within reach.

"Was that not your intent?"

"Well, I accomplished my goal," Edge says, "which was to get you out of that room and out of your own head." Kain can tell he does not control his expression well enough, because Edge shrugs. "You were standing there like you'd been lashed to a spear to keep upright and trying not to curl in on yourself. Clearly you were miserable. Since, as I've said, there was no point to either of us being in there, I figured I'd give you something better to do."

The welling of gratitude surprises him. He swallows hard. "Your care is appreciated," he says, and it is too formal, but his throat is too tight for more.

"Care," Edge muses aloud, and his gaze is too sharp, sees too much. "That's a way to put it."

He has never been good with words, always better with action. He takes a step closer until he can feel Edge's warmth, close enough to touch. Edge holds his gaze. If he has read wrongly, he is like to find himself filleted by ninja blade, so Kain is slow--very slow--to raise his left hand, curl it behind Edge's neck without quite touching, and lean in until their lips touch. Edge's mouth is warm, the faint scrape of stubble sharp against Kain's lip, and he holds stock-still for a long moment before he digs his hands into Kain's hair, thoroughly disarranging the formal court braid, and yanks Kain full against him, biting sharply at Kain's lower lip and turning to shove him against a tree, where he pins him with more kisses, with his nails sharp on Kain's scalp, with the warm weight of him.

"Is even this a competition with you?" Kain asks, gasping for breath, when Edge finally releases his mouth and starts nipping his way along Kain's jaw.

Edge pauses, then looks up at him, eyes dancing. "Last one naked has to--"

Kain hastens to silence him in the most efficient--and pleasant--way, but they are both laughing as they fall into the sun-warmed grass in a tangle of limbs.

*happy squeaks and rolling*

oh, I love this. (even though I am unforgivably late in commenting!) I love their respect for each other's strength of will, the way they are Definitely Not doing the thing, and also because I'm five I giggled at the double entendres. The thrust of his lance, indeed!

Thank you SO much! ♥

Thank you very much! Sorceresses in VIII have always fascinated me, so this was a lot of fun to just find a point and dig in.

Thank you!

Thanks! That was one of the few lines of dialogue I felt good about.

Thank you very much! I'm really glad you liked it.

Thanks!!

Thank you very much for such a thoughtful comment! I'm really grateful for the positive response.

Hello! I've really enjoyed your comments and your prompts. And needlessly complicated fandom headcanons are always welcome. Is it alright if I add you?

(set during the beginning of the Gran Pulse section [Chapter 11] of FF13)

They'll have to split up, Lightning announces, if they're going to scout Pulse properly. They'll form three teams of two people each, and they'll meet back here in the evening.

Sazh notices the way Hope stares at Lightning, while she splits them up into teams—and he notices the disappointed flicker on the kid's face, when she puts him on a different team than her. Sazh thinks suddenly, painfully, of Dajh. He hopes Lightning knows what she's doing.

Hope and Snow head north, and Fang and Vanielle go south, which leaves—

"You're with me," Lightning says, nodding at Sazh.

He follows her east without complaint. But as soon as the others are out of earshot, he whispers to her: "That kid looks up to you, you know. Hope."

Lightning frowns, like he's reminded her of something she was trying to forget. Sazh thinks she's about to deny it, or else she'll say that the kid needs to toughen up, get over it, something like that—

But instead she says: "I don't think anyone really stays a kid, after everything we've gone through."

"Is that so." Sazh hmms, skeptical.

There's a flash of annoyance on Lightning's face: "What?"

"I'm just saying—compared to me, all of you are basically kids."

Her face tells him that she doesn't agree, but that she also knows arguing would only prove his point. So she settles for a scowl, and walks faster.

It's funny. Sazh laughs. "It's nothing personal," he says, jogging to catch up, "it's just, I mean, c'mon, how old are you?"

"Twenty-one," she says, without turning her head.

Sazh nods. "See, when I was your age, I wasn't even due to meet my wife for another ten years. And I'm not sure how much anything before then counted."

That catches Lightning's attention—she tilts her head, though she still doesn't turn to face him. "Ten years? Really."

"Really. What? Is that so surprising?"

Lightning is counting something out on her fingers. Then: "You look pretty good, for how old you must be."

Oh. Ha. "I will choose to take that as a compliment," he says, with a mock-magnanimous bow.

They've reached a spot on the path where the only way forward is up, one long rocky scramble that's rather more vertical than Sazh cares for. East is where all those reddish cliffs loomed in the distance, wasn't it? He should've protested, earlier, and said, let's go scout some other direction—but it's too late for that, now.

Lightning bounds onto the next ledge, a full ten feet above them, in one graceful leap. Sazh's back is still sore from their crash-landing, the day before; he can't jump like that, l'Cie powers or no. He sighs and heaves himself a little ways up the craggiest section of the wall. At least Lightning's not ditching people, anymore—she's leaning over the ledge with an outstretched hand, waiting to pull him up. They make their way up together, just like that, an easy rhythm—Lightning leaping, then waiting, while Sazh clambers after.

Once they reach the top of the cliff, they pause to catch their breath—well, Sazh catches his breath, mostly, while Lightning watches. He wonders if her gaze has always looked so sharp, or if it's something they taught her in the Guardian Corps. So sharp, and yet her voice is almost soft when she asks him:

"So what were you doing, when you were my age? If you weren't meeting your wife."

"I sure wasn't a soldier or anything fancy like that," he says, slowly, not really wanting to get into specifics. "I was, well, hell. Kind of a drifter. Working this job and that, you know. I was probably was more of a kid than you. No reason to grow up if you haven't got any real responsibilities."

"So you were like Snow," Lightning says dryly.

Sazh laughs—he laughs so hard that he feels a little bad about it. Once he manages to catch his breath, he's still smiling, but he tells her, "You're kinda hard on him, don't you think?"

Lightning purses her lips thoughtfully. "I might be." Then she grins, like they're sharing some delightful secret: "But you still laughed."

He laughs again. "I said you were hard on him. I didn't say you were wrong."

Her smile fades, bit by bit, into something more pensive. "He just didn't have to grow up as fast as some people. Which is how it is, sometimes, I guess."

Something in her tone catches strangely, in a way that makes Sazh think, maybe Lightning isn't just jumped-up newly-minted-soldier I've-got-a-gun bluster. Maybe there's something more to her, underneath all that. Sazh is old enough to know that joining the Sanctum isn't the kind of thing that makes you responsible or grown-up, all on its own. But something else might be.

He wonders what that something was, for Lightning.

But instead of asking her, he takes a swig from the dinged-up water bottle they're sharing. Lightning watches him drink. He doesn't have to say when he's ready to go. She knows, from how closely she's watching him, and she simply stands up and starts walking again, right when he'd been about to say, Let's go.

They walk in silence for another hour before Lightning speaks again:

"So where is your wife now?" When Sazh blinks, confused, she adds, "The one you met when you thirty-one."

Right, right. He had mentioned that. "She passed away."

Lightning's face softens. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine. It's been a few years."

"Still."

Silence again. Silence for a long while, this time. They make their way through a narrow canyon pass, a pass so narrow that Sazh keeps almost tripping over Lightning's feet, from how the walls press them in together. (Lightning, of course, never falters in her step once. The more he watches her work, the more he wonders at her. How'd the Sanctum ever let someone this good this slip away?)

They'll have to turn back soon, Lightning says (whispering, because otherwise her words will echo in these walls). They need to make it back by nightfall. But she wants to get just a little bit farther, see just a little bit more—

They round a bend, and the path climbs rapidly. Moments later, they're standing atop a cliff, a cliff that seems to overlook the whole world, as far as Sazh can tell—red canyons stretch on beneath them, for miles, as far as the eye can see.

"Nice view," he says, with a low whistle. Even Lightning's got to hmm in agreement at that one.

They stand there for a long while, side-by-side, just staring. A wyvern circles lazily overhead, then drifts away on a breeze.

Then Lightning slips her hand slips into his—and it takes every ounce of composure that Sazh has ever built, over every year he's been a pilot, to not shout in surprise. Not that it's bad, or anything, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued, but—

She sidles closer. She angles her shoulders toward him. He feels her lean closer and—

"Ah, nah, no no," he says, backing up a step and wagging a finger, "none of that. Not until you tell me what we're doin', here."

She arches an eyebrow. "Sazh. We could all be turned into cie'th tomorrow. It doesn't have to be more complicated than that." She closes the distance between them with a single step.

Well. When she puts it like that. "Fair enough," he says, and he wraps his arms around her back to pull her close. She tips her chin up to kiss him, and the Pulse sun blazes bright on the red rock around them all the while.

Absolutely. :)

ahhh, thank you!

This was wonderful! I loved the look into their childhood interactions

Since I was encouraged...

Vagrant Story
Callo[/or&]anyone, make them speak more freely

Edited 2021-02-11 13:18 (UTC)

Vagrant Story
Ashley/Tia, fantasy or reality

Vagrant Story

Sydney/Hardin, partners...?

Edge/Rydia, home sweet home

Cecil/Kain/Rosa, training

Celes/Setzer, backstage

Celes/Terra, tell me again

Aerith/Tifa, shenanigans

Cloud/Zack, hold on

Tifa/Rude, one more time

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Re: COMMENTS, QUESTIONS, SUGGESTIONS

Re: Ignis/Noctis, unspoken, G ("I wonder what kissing is like.")

Edge/Kain, PG, "Race to a Kiss"

Re: FILL: Alphinaud/Estinien, "Mutual Respect", rated G, mild spoilers through Heavensward

Re: rinoa/ellone + edea (and ultimecia) - conduction.

Re: lulu/luzzu - you don't.

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Lightning/Sazh, "the weight of experience," G

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Re: Ignis/Noctis, unspoken, G ("I wonder what kissing is like.")

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