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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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Holy shit, this is so good! The tension of their history, the way he's so open and she is so closed, the little snips of her magic and not being able to read him (despite him being so open)--ugh I can't even begin to pick my favorite bit, because they're all my favorite. A++++.

fuck oh no my HEART

This is so good, the imbalance between them and the choices he makes in his service and the punishment he takes for them, so obvious and yet so inevitable.

thank you ♥ ;_;

RINA. oh my gods holy hell. This is the first fiction of yours i've ever read, and wow you are beyond good. You paint the setting so well I could SEE everything happening in my head. I loved this!

stamina is more important than speed for them. (He dares not think what Edge would make of that fact.)

This had me sputtering, heh.

I am looking forward to reading more of your work!

al-cid &,/ balthier: ruffled feathers

I love their dynamic and comfortable camaraderie here. Sazh's quiet observance too of what makes Lightning tick, of why she makes the decisions / says the things she does, maybe Lightning isn't just jumped-up newly-minted-soldier I've-got-a-gun bluster is just nice. And Lightning's pragmatism is simply the best, haha.

Fang & Red XIII - old friends

Tseng/Reno - post-AC, late night conversations

Ahhhhh he forgot what he was going to say and he was so embarrassed. :D I love it

omg I haven't written anyone but Sydney and Hardin (in any fandom whatsoever) for six years, please forgive the inevitable awkwardness, but this sparked something. -_-

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In the aftermath, after all he had been through and the revelations about himself that had been uncovered, Ashley wondered if it was strange that he was still able to think so calmly about what must be done.

The most important thing, Ashley recognized in the moments immediately following, was to get away. The ruined city being well and truly beyond anyone's reach now, soon the area would be overwhelmed by more representatives of all the involved factions, coming to see what had become of so many of their agents and pawns and officers, when none of them returned. Including, for the moment, himself and Merlose. They had paused only a moment to take stock of the immediate situation before she took up the boy in her arms and Ashley hefted Sydney again to his shoulder, and they retreated some distance into the mountains to pause and regroup.

She was holding up rather well for what she had experienced, he thought. No emotional scene at his appearing, no running to his arms, only the widening of her eyes at the unexpected burden across his shoulders when he emerged from the cellar, and the observation upon letting down that burden to reveal another he now bore. There was the curious tilt of her head as she noted that he had... changed... and then, as she was an inquisitor, the questions he could not answer until Sydney regained consciousness to explain it to him.

VKP training, no doubt, though not so brutal as his own. He wasn't sure why he was surprised that she remained calm and analytical. Perhaps it was only that he had underestimated her, to his shame, for the simple fact that she was a woman. Ashley had very little experience with women. ...Perhaps none whatsoever, and he had only invented what little he thought he recalled.

And neither that small bit of trivia, nor his fellow agent's gender, mattered at all, for they both recognized that the situation was complex, fragile, and they needed to determine their next actions before it grew more so.

Ashley had some idea of what his next actions would not be, if the burning sensation on his back meant what he assumed it did. Merlose had confirmed it visually, though with a strange difference; when Sydney woke, he could explain more. And if he did not offer an explanation voluntarily, Ashley would gladly pull it from him by whatever means he could. His suspicion was that he now had more means at his disposal with which to do so.

For the time being, Sydney was still unconscious. Merlose too was taking much needed rest, sleeping with Joshua curled up at her side, as Ashley sat keeping watch. Settling down beneath the cover and shade of a tree made perfect logical sense - Ashley would spot anyone else coming before they were spotted - but with nothing to do but think and nothing to see but those around him sleeping...

It was... disquieting. On one side, a woman and child sleeping peacefully under his guard, in the shade of a tree. Yet the woman's hair was dark, and the boy's was light - and if Ashley looked to the other side, there was a blonde covered in blood. Both close enough, yet just different enough, from a memory and a dream, and he could not be certain which was which.

It was actually a relief when Sydney woke, and was willing to answer his questions. ...Silently, at that, so that Merlose and Joshua might remain in peaceful slumber. Which Ashley did not have to look upon or think upon any longer, for the thoughts and memories it roused within him.

Sydney confirmed what he had suspected, and thus Ashley was certain. The four of them must part ways. Ashley could no longer serve the VKP, nor any mortal faction. And he had to admit, deep in what was left of his shattered soul, it was a frightening prospect. To think that he could not simply drift on, waiting to inevitably receive the mission that would end his life - that he no longer was permitted the comforting justification of just following orders, but now he must find his own path, make his own judgments. Whichever set of memories was closest to the truth, it seemed to Ashley that he had done a rather poor job of it thus far.

It was Merlose who set his mind at ease on that point, when she woke and they put some distance between themselves and the sleeping boy to speak quietly of Ashley's plans, or rather the lack thereof beyond not going back. "Admittedly, we have not known each other for so long, but I was told you have survived many missions as a Riskbreaker," she observed, in that cool, detached way she had. "So I assume you must excel at making the correct decisions in difficult circumstances. Sydney is a heartseer, perhaps the strongest living with that talent, given what I learned from his second. He believes that your heart is good enough and strong enough - and would anyone know better then he what this role requires?"

Ashley supposed she had a point, and he appreciated the logic. Though he also was a bit irritated with himself, for he should have found such answers on his own.

"Sometimes we need a different perspective, a vantage point beyond our eyes, before we can see ourselves clearly," she assured him. "It isn't so unusual."

...Yes, he had momentarily forgotten that she too was now among those they called "heartseers". He wasn't sure why that left him more unsettled in her case than in Sydney's. Not that it mattered, for momentarily they would be parting ways, and his suspicion was that they would never meet again.

Indeed, there could be no other path for him. For Merlose, there were options. She was a professional, like himself - she might take the report to their superiors as had been intended all along. She might tell the whole truth about what they had seen, or she might hold back. His impression of her, when he had seen through her eyes, was that she calculated the significance of her advantages and how to use them. She knew not to show her whole hand at once. Her newly awakened talent might serve her well in her role as inquisitor, with none the wiser as to how she managed to find what she sought every time.

Or she might leave it all behind and disappear with the boy, who was soon to become orphaned, and presumably a ward of the state. He would find no carefree childhood in such a position, given the prominence of his family and the importance of his bloodline. Perhaps she might go to what remained of his brother's other family, who would gladly take them in even if Merlose did not tell him who Joshua was, and they could likely help her to learn more of the powers she now possessed. Someday, Ashley might be ready to join with them, but he did not believe his own path as Rood-bearer would resemble Sydney's, surrounded by devoted followers. The thought of anyone looking to him for wisdom, willing to sacrifice on his behalf, was absurd, and honestly disturbing.

For the moment, his intention was to learn as much from Sydney as he could before helping Sydney to finish what he and the duke had begun. And then... he would go nowhere and everywhere, seeking something that he could not put a name to, and which even Sydney was unable to fully articulate.

And this was why, when she asked, he had no answer to give. It explained the disappointed look in her eye, he thought, for even his heart could not betray his silence by speaking when it did not know the words.

Or it could be that the disappointed look was for a different reason, as she called out after him, "Riot, wait!" When he looked back, the disappointment had turned to mild distress.

"Riot..." she said again, walking to catch up with him. "I... had something I wanted to ask you. Of no importance, I suppose, not now, under these circumstances."

"Then why ask?" It was rude, he immediately realized, but it was not in his nature to deal in unnecessary conversation - and it was unlike what he knew of her as well.

At any rate, she did not seem offended by his brusque response. "Because I want to know." She looked up to meet his eyes, a serious expression on her face. "When we arrived at Leá Monde, you said I would be a liability. And indeed, although I was told to partner with you, I was only an intelligence agent - I had nothing to do with your mission beyond informing you of the finer details. And your mission turned out to be... far more significant than either of us expected."

That was true. And yet it made little sense in context for her to say so. "None of this is a question," he pointed out.

"I suppose it isn't." She paused a moment. "With all that was at stake, with all the other lives lost in this incident - why were you so intent on ensuring my safety? Even after I told you not to bother, to fulfill your mission?"

That was a question. And a rather good one. It had several possible answers, and perhaps fortunately for him, Ashley wasn't sure which was the correct one. It meant that once again, his heart could not betray him by answering without his consent.

But when he opened his mouth to say so, he realized that her heart was not so loyal, for it betrayed her through her eyes.

It made his own options for answering all the more uncertain. For it could be only that she - that both of them, if he were to be honest - had been under great strain during the events of the last day. That the two of them had experienced something strange and terrible and amazing, memories that neither of them would share with anyone else among the living. That might be all it was, the bond of shared trauma.

Or it might be something else. He had seen much of what had unfolded through her eyes - "a like rhythm", Rosencrantz had said. During his time within Leá Monde, his eyes had been fixed on her, and through her. They knew one another better than the time they had known each other should have allowed for.

And whether there was a right or a wrong answer, it mattered not at all when Ashley already knew what must be done.

But because it did not matter one way or the other, he took a step closer, lifted a hand to cautiously rest it against her face, cupping her cheek. When her only response was to turn her face upwards, still with that curiosity in the pursing of her lips, he dared to lean in and kiss them. Only briefly, softly. Just to see.

She was too surprised to even react in kind before he drew back. ...And he still was not sure.

And still it did not matter. "Wherever you choose to go," he muttered, "may whichever of these 'gods', if any of them truly exist, see you there safely."

As he turned away once more, she remained silent behind him, still stunned. Then again, "Agent Riot... Ashley...!"

"There is nothing more to say," he stated, starting on his way back to where Sydney was waiting for him, so that they might depart.

"You're wrong." Her quiet laughter sounded slightly shaky. "One more order of business. In the cellar, before all of this started... You promised me a rare vintage, did you not?"

No, he was right. She asked not because the wine of Leá Monde held any interest to her, but because she wished him to linger, even if only for the space of a sentence, perhaps the length of a cup. He paused; he might grant her such meager comfort as the first, if he could think of something more to say than a blunt yes or no as was his habit.

"...And it has been given you," he said finally, turning back once again, but not quite looking her in the eye. "Rare indeed - I could not say for certain whether any has drunk of it before. And it seems unlikely that any should do so again." Again he paused, but truly there was nothing more to be said between them. "Farewell, Callo."

This time she seemed to agree, if reluctantly so, and she said nothing more as he departed.

"I have no intention of begging you to forgive me."

His head was kept down, his eyes fixed on the fine carpet of the king's private sitting room. Too bad he had no reason to be armored, for the helm had the additional benefit of shielding his eyes from view. At least in the presence of the king - even a king who was an old friend, or had been - it was appropriate for him to stand barely inside the door, head bowed.

The king in question sighed faintly. "I wouldn't anyhow - I forgave you years ago."

Kain almost looked up in frustration, but caught himself. "...What I came here about didn't happen years ago, Cecil."

"The beginnings of it did. And I've told you before, I don't blame you. How could I, when I love her too? It's more curious to me that everyone doesn't love her."

"You wouldn't blame me for the thoughts, of course," Kain muttered. "For the desires. Of course you could understand and forgive those. But what you called me here about was an action resulting from those thoughts and desires... That's different."

At the edge of his vision, he could see Cecil shake his head. "Different, but not unforgivable. And if you would not ask for or accept my forgiveness, why did you come?"

"For one, because you called me here, and you are my king." Before Cecil could open his mouth to object, Kain went on. "For another, though I can't ask your forgiveness for myself, I would ask it for Rosa. It was my own selfishness that prompted it, and I would not have you angry at her for my lack of self-control."

"...Kain..." Cecil had been seated at the small tea table, but there was the soft scuffing of wood upon carpet as he pushed his chair back and stood. "...I wasn't angry with you when I called you here, but you're doing a good job of changing that." There was a brief pause, an almost inaudible, bitter chuckle. "You were always good at getting under my skin."

"I'm sorry." For that, and many other things.

"Do you think so little of her," Cecil continued, "that she's so weak as to be helpless before you? You know her better than that. If she hadn't wanted you to kiss her, she wouldn't have let you."

There was some truth to that, Kain had to admit - and it was also true that Rosa had not seemed the slightest bit reluctant when a quiet evening together to "catch up" after his deployment had somehow led to holding hands, leaning in... "I'm sure I took her by surprise," Kain stated, shaking off the memory. "Surely she didn't mean it - it was only an instinctive reaction."

Again there was the slightly bitter chuckle. "Oh, she meant it. She told me herself."

That time Kain looked up. And yes, Cecil was regarding him with a grim expression. "She's no fool, Kain. She's smart, careful, thoughtful. She doesn't just... slip up, like you seem to think she did, and honestly it's insulting that you would even say so."

"That wasn't my intention, I'm sorry," Kain muttered. He'd come here to apologize for kissing his best friend's wife, and now here he was apologizing for inadvertently insulting her, too.

It was almost as if Cecil hadn't heard his apology, for his tone didn't change at all. "Rosa knows what she wants, and who. You didn't overpower her, or surprise her, or confuse her. You offered her something she wanted, and she accepted it."

Kain stopped short. Once he would have been thrilled to hear such a thing, and even now he found a lightness rising in his heart at the thought that... Rosa wanted him? That Rosa had changed her mind? But that fluttering hope was overwhelmed now by shame and guilt. "I'm sorry," he said again.

"For what, Kain? For offering her something she's wanted for years? She'd have let it go further, if you hadn't run off like you did!"

"I'm sorry for causing problems between the two of you," Kain said evenly, despite the frustration apparent in Cecil's rising voice. "Between my two oldest friends. I never meant to do either of you harm, or your marriage."

"And I'm telling you, you haven't!"

Cecil was being absurd, and finally Kain snapped. "How can you say that, when you're practically shouting at me? You're talking as if none of this makes any difference to you at all, but just listen to yourself, Cecil! If you're not angry about this, what the hell are you so angry about?"

"I'm-" Cecil cut off the beginnings of another nearly shouted retort, and managed to swallow some of his obvious anger before completing the thought. "...I'm angry at myself, Kain. Not you."

Despite their rivalries and the differences between them over the years, Cecil was Kain's best friend, and had been since they were children. Kain knew that feeling all too well - anger at oneself over not being good enough, making the wrong decisions, saying the wrong things... being in the wrong place at the right time, simply not measuring up. Failing to win Rosa's heart.

The difference was, Kain was certain that Cecil was mistaken. "...Come on, Cecil," he said reluctantly. "You've always been the better man between us. She loves you. She always has. Look - there are things I can attend to out of town for awhile, even if I'm supposed to be on furlough."

Cecil shook his head - now it was the king standing in his own sitting room, head hung low as if he didn't dare to meet Kain's eyes. "You don't have to do that."

"What would you have me do then?" Kain asked. "Do you want me to talk to her? Because honestly..." And it was honest, no matter how much it hurt his heart to think that he might, after all these years, finally have a chance with the girl he had always loved... and that he might have to turn her down. But for Cecil... "...I would."

"I do want you to talk with her," Cecil said quietly. "I want all three of us to sit down and have a talk. But first, I just wanted to... get some things straight. Just between the two of us."

Kain nodded slightly, as Cecil raised his head again, looking him in the eye. "I owe you that much and more. Whatever you have to say, I'll listen. And answer as best as I can."

"I hope so." The quiet words were not quite a whisper, more like a breath, and then Cecil raised a hand, beckoning to him. "Come over here, will you?"

Kain did as he requested, though somewhat puzzled and more than a little wary. They'd been talking just fine with him standing practically in the doorway all this time. It was possible Cecil wanted to get one good punch in... and Kain supposed he deserved that.

As he'd suspected, Cecil reached out when he came close enough, resting a hand on Kain's shoulder as if to keep him there. There was something... odd about it, though. Cecil looked more worried than angry now - second thoughts?

Well, Kain wouldn't let him back down. "...Go on," he urged Cecil, the hint of a taunt creeping into his voice, just like when they'd been young, fighting with wooden practice swords. "Take your best shot."

From the small curl at the edge of Cecil's lip, Kain thought Cecil must be remembering the same. "Oh... I will." Cecil hesitated only a moment longer before moving abruptly - but not to strike him.

Kain's eyes widened as suddenly Cecil's mouth was pressing against his. Not hard, not demanding - Cecil's kiss was soft and careful. Warmth, Kain thought wonderingly, as his eyes changed their mind and closed absently, but without heat. Not so unusual, for the two of them had never, in all the years they'd known each other, spoken of such possibilities. It was no wonder why Cecil might be cautious. But...

Kain had not quite decided what he thought about that before it was over, Cecil drawing back and letting his shoulder loose, turning his head to the side. "That's what I mean, about being angry with myself. ...She's braver than I, Kain. Braver than either of us, probably."

"...I think I agree." That had been unexpected, and Kain found himself slightly breathless in spite of the kiss having been so soft. Come to think of it, that explained... at least a few moments in their youth that he'd never quite been able to explain before. Both Cecil's behavior, and his own.

And just like that, it was as if the both of them were the same awkward youths again, uncertain how to express what they really meant, what they really wanted. Kain just didn't know what to say, and Cecil was slightly flushed, his eyes averted, as he asked. "So, ah... I don't know if that... did anything for you...?"

As if he was not a man married years now. Kain had somewhat less experience, or so he would have assumed, having mostly lived a life of seclusion for the last while. And he didn't know whether it had or not - he'd been too surprised by it happening at all to determine whether he enjoyed it or not.

So perhaps honesty was, in this case, the best policy. "I'm not sure." And even as Kain spoke, he recognized a small shiver of anticipation. "...Maybe you should try it again."

"Hm." That seemed to reassure Cecil somewhat, and he smiled slightly before once again leaning in. "All right..."

This time Kain was ready, waiting to feel Cecil's lips against his own and truly consider what he thought about it. This time Cecil seemed a bit more confident, for it was more an actual kiss than a brush of the lips, but still gentle, undemanding. Nice, certainly not repulsive to Kain, but merely... nice.

And thus he was not sure what to say when Cecil backed off again, and again asked. "Well...?"

"...Not bad..." Cecil had been wanting this for awhile, Kain realized suddenly, taking his actions and his words into context. Wanting it, and too afraid - where Rosa hadn't been. So of course he still looked wary, of course he still was being gentle, trying not to... scare Kain away? Was that it?

It had to be. But not trying to get the better of him wasn't the Cecil he knew, Kain thought. Hoping he wasn't about to cross the line, Kain let himself smirk slightly. "...But I mean, come on. I've been kissed harder by your wife."

For a moment, Cecil looked stunned, indignant. Then he appeared to recognize what Kain was doing, and a slow grin spread across his face. "You're asking for it, Highwind."

"Yeah, well, I'm ready whenever you are."

Now that was more like it, Kain thought with satisfaction as Cecil's mouth met his again, pressing more firmly, lips parting as Kain's did, as if to drink each other in. Cecil's hand was on his shoulder again, the other wrapping around his waist... but almost gingerly. Kain found his own hand on Cecil's jaw, guiding their mouths together...

"Better," he acknowledged when they again parted, this time not so far, for Cecil's arm was still around his waist, and Kain's other hand had drifted up to take him by the arm. Since that had worked so well... "But I think you're still holding back. Or is that really all you've got?"

Clearly Cecil knew exactly what he was playing at. "...You're right, I was holding back," he muttered, if rather cheerfully.

The next time they parted, Kain was shoved up against the wall. It had been some time since he'd done... anything of this nature. And yes, now he was certain that Cecil's kiss definitely did something for him. As did the sight of Cecil so close against him, panting... but grinning. "Had enough? Or do you want more?"

"...You know," Kain observed, "now I'm going to need to go apologize to Rosa later." And given the way this apology had gone, and what Cecil had had to say about the incident with Rosa... "...And maybe then come apologize to you again."

"I'm going to need to apologize to her too," Cecil pointed out, leaning against Kain's shoulder as he held him up against the wall. "Not that she doesn't know what this meeting was to be about. She suggested if it went well, we might come and... apologize to her... together, later."

Now that was an intriguing thought.

Ohhh, yes. Being an unsent must be its own kind of hell, and I love how you described Auron's numbness. And I especially love that moment of tenderness from Lulu before she begins, hinting at a relationship between them that goes beyond friendship and superficial romance, to a kind of care and understanding of the other's pain and needs, and a willingness on Lulu's part to help him deal with his, by whatever means necessary.

A lovely bittersweet scene. Thank you for writing this!

Oh, this is beautiful. 💕

gladio & iris: like brother, like sister

snow &,/ fang: look what the cat dragged in

Hey, I just saw this and I don't have a dw account but would be interested in joining the discord if you can send out a valid invite? I'm sure this is weird coming from an anon so I can provide my ao3 username if you like

and my apologies for not taking the time to locate the questions thread to post this in, which was a result of the excitement of finding out about a ff discord that isn't full of teenage boys sending messages at 356 miles a minute

Does the link there not work? If not try this:

https://discord.gg/PcTAydsN

It's expired, but that one works, thank you!

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FFVII (OGC or Remake), Cloud/Barret/Tifa, there's only one room and they're fine with that

Thank you! ...I have been thinking about writing this OT3 for something like 15 years but I think this is the first time I've ever gotten far enough that all three of them know they're supposed to be an OT3, so thank you for prompting! (I am much better at actually writing things when people are ASKING for them to be written. :D)

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FINAL FANTASY KISS BATTLE 2021!

Re: Celes/Sabin, PG

Re: Garland/Sara, PG

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

Re: FINAL FANTASY XII

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

FFXIII/FFVII

Re: FINAL FANTASY VII

Re: Cyan/Elayne, PG

Merlose&/Riot, G

Cecil/Kain(/Rosa implied), PG

Re: Alive (Auron/Lulu, magic kink/painplay, not really that not-worksafe)

Re: "A Dream For You," Julia & Rinoa, G

Re: FINAL FANTASY XV

Re: FINAL FANTASY XIII

discord?

Re: discord?

Re: discord?

Re: discord?

Re: FINAL FANTASY IV

Re: FINAL FANTASY IV

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

Re: Cecil/Kain(/Rosa implied), PG

Terra/Celes art — G

Re: FINAL FANTASY VII

Re: Cecil/Kain(/Rosa implied), PG