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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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"Highness..."

Agrias closes her eyes. A darkened cloud of emotion wars across her face; the rent in her heart between her sensibilities and her honour growing deeper.

"I am not allowed to be Queen, I am not allowed to safeguard my people. Yet more, because of what I still could be, am I not allowed to love whom I love?"

Her knight stands perfectly still. Ovelia touches her cheek.

"I was born to serve this world. Am I allowed not even the smallest part of it?"

The softest brush of their lips, and Agrias' arm is steady around her waist.

Unfortunately my OTP since around 1993 is Kain/self-loathing angst, hahahahah. (But then somewhere in the mid 00s I learned that there is such a thing as OT3 and well... why not both?)

And he’s not someone who needs to fill the silence, any more than she is.

i love Them...

and just love the atmosphere of this piece overall. so much in a small space! so sparse and tense! love the feeling of warmth-within-a-vast-cold, ty for sharing

:D you are most welcome!!!

Aerith smiles against his mouth, but turns her head when he darts his tongue over her bottom lip. “And here I thought you were a gentleman.”

She doesn’t release him, keeps him folded over her, his breath warm on her cheek. Tseng scrapes his nails over her scalp in reward. “You didn’t,” he corrects.

haha :P

this was so cute!

hailg;eha;g i would read like eighty more pages of their banter; the way they are with each other here is DELIGHTFUL

https://radicarian.tumblr.com/post/643427121932517376/for-the-final-fantasy-kiss-battle-edgarlocke

omg, I love it! I am wheezing with laughter at your captions, too. Does Edgar even know what cash is? If he does, he won't hold on to it for long before Locke sneaks away!

Thank you so much!

aaa those mouths!

set shortly after the final events in FF12

The next time Al-Cid crossed paths with Princess Ashelia was on the eve of Her Majesty's coronation.

He'd nearly been late, due to the Rozarrian Imperial Court's protracted bickering over who to send, and what to say. The war-pavilion was still smarting over the loss of their war—not losing the war, obviously, but at losing their chance to go to war, with its quick promotions and so-called glories. Any talk of ambassadors and diplomacy made them sour.

And while Al-Cid was fairly certain the emperor was only too glad for the peace—the last thing House Margrave needed was greater military meddling—he couldn't say so directly, tempers all around being as frayed as they were.

So in the end, Rozarria sent only Al-Cid, a tenth prince—which should've been an insult, though no one seemed particularly insulted. Certainly Ashe did not, whose eyes brightened the moment he entered the palace's reception on the eve of the coronation, cutting short her conversation with some Dalmascan noble in a rush to greet him.

"My lady," he said, kissing her hand and smiling brilliantly. "Wonderful to see you. Please, don't let me keep you from your duties."

Ashe tilted her head as though she didn't understand.

He nodded toward the gentleman she'd been speaking with just moments prior, who was presently glowering at the two of them. "That is the esteemed Lord Gale, yes?"

Ashe pursed her lips. "That is him, yes. You're well-informed."

He was. Al-Cid grinned. "It would not do, to put off your best choice for finance minister, simply to greet some minor prince from elsewhere. I am going nowhere in a hurry, I assure you; don't let me interrupt."

"It would not do to ignore a friend," Ashe countered, in a voice that brooked no argument.

Al-Cid's lip quirked. He liked this princess. He raised his glass to toast Dalmasca, then toasted Lady Ashe's health, then toasted her lovely eyes—and Ashe laughed and toasted his flatterer's tongue in turn. They went on toasting—the moon, his hair, her toes—until it dissolved into silliness and they both were giggling. He'd hoped for plenty, from this little venture—Al-Cid was the optimistic sort—but even he hadn't expected the pleasant frission between them, how it seemed to warm the air.

What a shame, then, when their glasses at last ran dry, and Lady Ashe was practically dragged away by an attendant, desperate to ensure Her Highness made at least a few of her other rounds. "Let us be sure to speak later," Ashe mouthed, and he tilted his glass at her like a promise.

As the clock struck midnight, and the reception began to peter out, Al-Cid slipped past some caterers and wandered the high halls of the palace alone. He likely knew the layout of this place better than most of the servants—through no fault of their own, mind. He simply had a habit of studying old maps and blueprints to pass the time, and due to a historical quirk, the architect of this palace had been Rozarrian, so it'd been a simple matter to procure those blueprints as reading material for the flight over.

He cut through a hidden passage into the library, which was just as lovely in person as the architect's bare sketches had suggested. The room was high-ceilinged and glass-domed, and it was a clear night: flickers of starlight from above spangled the long shelves with bright drops of light. (Al-Cid kept an empty glass in his hand as he wandered between the stacks—while he had no intention of being seen, if he were unexpectedly spotted, he could feign insobriety easily enough, which made a tidy enough excuse. He was only a tenth prince, after all, probably spoilt and reckless; certainly no one to worry about overmuch.)

From there, Al-Cid ambled toward the hallways that led to the royal chambers. Someone with a keen eye had chosen the paintings in this corridor, and he nodded approvingly—

"Al-Cid?"

And there she was, the Lady Ashe herself, as if on cue. She was a bit bewildered, at seeing him there. But not frightened, and not displeased.

"You said you wished to speak later," Al-Cid said with his easiest smile. "I had hoped this might be late enough...?"

There was the barest beat of silence, and Al-Cid was about to add, only if you are not tired, of course, because it was only an idea, and if Her Majesty was not entirely amenable, then he had no intention to press—

But Ashe's voice was as unerring as the lone bell that tolled at that very moment, striking the hour. "Yes. Yes, it is."

She strode ahead and pushed open the doors to her chambers herself, then turned to gesture him inside.

Well.

When the doors closed behind him, she kissed him in such a hurry that he started laughing. Ashe paused to give him a peevish look, and he laughed again. "My lady, there's no need to rush—"

"Suppose that I should like to rush?"

Al-Cid arched a brow. "Then I am at your service."

Al-Cid was not a man given to hurrying. But it was only manners, to follow the lady's lead. She kissed him again, pausing only to tell him where to touch her and how—hold me closer, she'd whisper, pulling his hand down lower on her back, before kissing him again. Then she'd stop to hiss, like this, pressing down on his hand with her own, until his fingertips pressed hard into her skin, and she hmmed contentedly. "Very particular, aren't you?" he quipped. Ashe answered that by pulling him into her bed.

When they began to strip off each other's clothes, Ashe remained unapologetic in all that she asked for. Not that Al-Cid had expected her to be otherwise, necessarily, but he'd had more women surprise him with sudden reticence than the other way around. Ordinarily, he delighted in how he could make a lover shiver, by kissing his way up their thighs slowly, oh-so-slowly, or down their chest, listening for their quickening breaths, and waiting for them to whisper, more.

It is a new experience altogether, having a lady pull him onto his knees, and then tap his head impatiently when he dithered too long—a different sort of thrill, Al-Cid thought. But no lesser, he decided, as he pressed in close and licked a sudden gasp from her. "Like that," she whispered, knotting her fingers into his hair. And if he detected a bit of bluster behind her commands, some faint compensation for inexperience, well—Al-Cid did not comment. It was only manners. And beside, his tongue was busy elsewhere.

By the time Ashe at last lie spent, and finally told him no more, dawn was threatening to brighten the room. "You should leave soon," she murmured.

"Of course," Al-Cid said, already pulling his own clothes back on. Ordinarily he'd have protested, and would've lain with her a while, while whispering absolutely lovely nonsense into her ear. But Her Majesty's attendants were sure to arrive soon, and it simply wouldn't do, starting a scandal before she'd even technically been made queen.

And what a queen she'd be, he thought to himself. Bluster and inexperience were only temporary things. Shed those, and she'd be fierce in her own right.

He hoped that she'd like him in his own right, by then.

He cracked open a door and peeked into the hall. The coast was clear. "Goodbye, my desert bloom," he called, singsong, and slipped into the last fleeting minutes of the night.

<3!

i'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

jaksdfjdsl \o/ thank you!!

<3 thank you, glad you liked it! I've been meaning to pay more attention to Beatrix/Garnet for some time so this was the perfect excuse!

Cid/Hildagarde, don't push your luck

Zell/Library Girl, curious

Celes/Quistis, thaw

"Will you come up tonight?" says Darill, one hand toying with Setzer's cravat, her eyes glinting in the darkness.

Maria wishes she could say yes. Going up, with all the connotations that signifies: rising into the air in a contraption that most people have never dreamt of, let alone built with their own hand; watching the buildings below slowly shrink away and lose all significance, until all she has to concentrate on is what really matters - these two grumpy, passionate geniuses. Maria loves it. She loves them.

But a new show is opening tomorrow, and she has lines to go over.

"We're taking the Blackjack," says Setzer. "So there'll be space to move, at least." He pauses, glances at Darill, and adds, slightly abashed, "We tossed for it."

Darill rolls her eyes, and mouths towards Maria, Men. But she moves her hand up to cup Setzer's chin, and brings her mouth to his for a swift kiss, to make it clear she holds no grudge.

Setzer's gaze is fierce with devotion - he's the youngest of them, and his utter loyalty to both his lovers has an intensity that Maria finds truly thrilling - and when he turns it on her, she briefly thinks, Maybe I know my lines enough? What harm could one evening off do?

But the responsibility of her role comes back to her, and she knows she has to decline. She's only been the leading lady for a short while, and she can't put a foot wrong; and these two know that. They know what it's like to have a dream, and to put everything into realising it. They've always taken her aspirations just as seriously as their own, even though theirs are forged from gears and grease, and hers are of an entirely different nature.

"I'm sorry," she says. "The new show starts tomorrow night - I have to make sure I'm ready."

"That Impresario works you too hard," says Darill. She steps forward, takes a lock of Maria's hair between her fingers, and kisses her softly; Maria feels Darill's eyelashes fluttering against her own. "You were wonderful tonight, darling," Darill murmurs. "As always."

Maria smiles, and brushes her hand against Darill's cheek, until Darill steps back and gives Setzer a jovial nudge. "Your turn," she says teasingly.

Setzer doesn't need telling twice; he stands before Maria, clasps both her hands in his, and meets her with his own kiss, stronger and less refined than Darill's, hungry with desire. Maria matches his passion, pressing her lips against his keenly, until Setzer breaks the connection, now noticeably red in the face, and says in a low voice, "We'll miss you up there."

"Come on," says Darill, before Maria can respond. "We'll leave the lady in peace. Don't get too distracted from your lines, darling" - and she winks at Maria and slips an arm around Setzer's waist, and Maria grins, knowing her face is probably as flushed as Setzer's, and replies, "I'll try not to. Have fun."

"We will," says Darill, and the two of them walk off, hand in hand, Setzer gazing over at Darill with that devoted look on his face once again, and Maria pushes the thought of her lines aside for a moment so she can give the sight her full attention before it vanishes into the darkness.

Oooooh, delightful

holy shit this is killer, I love the link between magic and life, the frivolity of Rinoa's garden dreams and the practicality of Edea's, the tension and the links that bind the three of them together, and gardens, always gardens.

this is so fucking good.

Thank you very much! ♥

Ello!

My fandom name: Cyd i have been known in the past as hecatesbrat/Hecate's Brat. My pronouns are They/Them.

Here on DW:

cydling, On LJ: gargoule, on IJ: hecatesbrat and hecatesmuse (that's where i have a lot of previous fic). on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/hecatesbrat

FF i'm familiar with: ff7, ff8, fftactics, ff...errr the one with Celes. a bit of ff12.

fandoms i'm active in: ...i'm a lurker as of late. I did RP for both ff7 and ff8. a bit of FFtactics. non FF related: Lore Olympus, Prodigal Son. i'm sure there are more. >.>

ff characters that are fave? ......tis a list!! Celes, Setzer, Sabin, Ultros, Gau, Kefka, Cid Highwind, Tifa, Rude, Tseng, Vincent Valentine, Seifer Almasy, Fuu, Raijin, Ultimecia, Adel, Laguna Loire, Zell, Selphie, Quistis, Balthier, Penelo, Delita, Ramza, Ashley.... long list is still going.
my ships: Cid/Shera. that is by far, hands down, my fave. i'm still sort of a Seifer/Squall shipper. I also ship Laguna/Seifer. I'm sure i have more...

something fun or witty?? errrr i have ff8 tattoos. i'm an awkward penguin hiding in a meatsuit. taadaa

They're so cute. Their eagerness for each other is wonderful. Of course Al-Cid just happens to make a hobby of studying palace blueprints. Including this palace. On the way over. Of course. Ashe not letting her nerves get in the way of something she wants.

I love how this little scene feels simultaneously muted and intense. The initial sharpness of the rent in Agrias heart contrasts so well with the softness of their eventual kiss. Also:

"I was born to serve this world. Am I allowed not even the smallest part of it?"

Such an on-the-nose FFT sentiment.

A+ Dreamworksesque expressions. A+ everything. The pair of them seem poised and ready to undertake some ill-advised caper if they haven't already done so.

I love all the undercurrents at play here: Celes' careful management of her interior life and Setzer's joy in watching her guard slip.

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FINAL FANTASY KISS BATTLE 2021!

Agrias/Ovelia, PG

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

Re: Celes/Sabin, PG

Re: Vayne & Larsa, a kiss before betraying, G ("the night of the hammer")

Re: Aerith/Tseng, complicated, t

Re: Reno/Elena, T - "The Uninvited"

Edgar/Locke art, G

Re: Edgar/Locke art, G

Re: Edgar/Locke art, G

Al-Cid / Ashe, diplomacy at its finest is a seductive game PG-13+ (moderate steaminess)

Re: Celes/Sabin, PG

Re: Reno/Elena, T - "The Uninvited"

Re: Beatrix/Garnet, Oath, pg

Re: FINAL FANTASY IX

Re: FINAL FANTASY VIII

Re: CROSSOVERS

Setzer/Daryl/Maria, Focus, g

Re: Al-Cid / Ashe, diplomacy at its finest is a seductive game PG-13+ (moderate steaminess)

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

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

Re: FINAL FANTASY FRIENDING THREAD

Re: Al-Cid / Ashe, diplomacy at its finest is a seductive game PG-13+ (moderate steaminess)

Re: Agrias/Ovelia, PG

Re: Edgar/Locke art, G

Re: FINAL FANTASY VI