FINAL FANTASY KISS BATTLE 2021!
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seventheHELLO 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.
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!
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!
AO3 Collection
Date: 2021-02-06 02:24 pm (UTC)https://archiveofourown.org/collections/ffkiss2021
Re: FINAL FANTASY VII
Date: 2021-02-06 06:00 pm (UTC)Title: Crochet
Fandom: FFVII
Characters: Tifa/Barret + Marlene
(Link to original prompt and fill)
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Tifa isn't sure where Marlene got the idea of learning to knit; she only knew that one day it was all she could talk about, wanting to buy soft yarns and long needles and learn to make all kinds of nice sweaters and scarves for when Papa got cold on his long trips. "Miss Tifa, please?" she would ask again and again. "I promise I'll be careful!"
"I don't know how to knit," Tifa said sadly, and that was true; her mother had known - it was a very practical thing to know up in the mountains - but Tifa had never liked the idea of dealing with the sharp metal needles she'd favored, afraid she'd prick herself. Now she regretted not spending the time she would've needed to learn it with her mother.
"But... we could learn together, right?" Marlene would ask, grinning, and it was very hard for Tifa to resist that sort of grin - except that she knew how worried Barret would be if Marlene pricked herself on a knitting needle, or worse.
"Hmm," she said after a while. "How about a compromise? There's another way to make nice sweaters that we could both learn."
"There is?" Marlene's mouth opened wide. "How??"
They spent the next few weeks while Barret was gone working on their project, finding a few wooden hooks that weren't too sharp and dangerous for a young beginner, and fumbling with large balls of very soft yarn and laughing as they snagged and split strands in their attempts to create a sampler. By the time he came back, Tifa was there to watch Marlene give him a kiss and proudly present him with a small square of fabric, made of the softest and fuzziest yarn they could find. "Look, Papa! Tifa and I are learning to make you a sweater!"
Barret laughed. "Oh, that's really impressive! Yeah, I can see you'll have that done in no time!" he said, even though anyone could see that it would take a massive number of swatches to even begin to cover his massive frame. But the love and pride glittered in his eyes as he gave her a kiss, then grinned at Tifa. "Think you can show me how too, Marlene? Tifa might want a nice sweater someday."
"Sure, Papa! I'll help you make one for her too!"
"You bet. Now, lemme get somethin' to quench my thirst and then we'll talk about dinner, ok?"
"Okay! I'll go get some water!"
His smile when he walks back to Tifa and gives her a big one-armed hug is softer and gentler. "She started goin' on about knitting, huh?"
"Yeah," she said, patting him on the back. "But I thought that crochet would be a better idea to start with."
"Ha! I didn't even think of that when she asked me 'bout learnin' to make a sweater! You're definitely the smart one." He gave her a quick kiss. "Wanna get something delivered? I ain't up to cookin' and I can see you've been busy."
"That sounds great." She smiles - the work hadn't been that hard, but she was happy to let someone else take care of dinner, so that she could spend time with the two of them while Barret was home without any distractions.
Re: FINAL FANTASY VII
Date: 2021-02-06 06:52 pm (UTC)Re: FINAL FANTASY VI
Date: 2021-02-06 07:16 pm (UTC)FFVIII: Zell/Fujin, "A Surprisingly Good Idea", G
Date: 2021-02-07 12:07 am (UTC)But the point is, something he said stuck in Zell's mind -- he'd said that if Zell was such a spluttering mess over this librarian, how would he be about someone like Fujin? And he'd smirked, suggested that Fujin would send him running for Ma.
It wasn't to spite him that Zell had said hi to Fujin the next day, but maybe it was a little bit to spite him when he decided to go over and offer to sit with her at lunch in the cafeteria a couple of days after that. The look of shock on her face settled it and put Seifer right out of his mind, though, because it suddenly became blindingly obvious that no one at all would sit with Fujin without Raijin and Seifer around. That, in fact, there was a two-table empty radius around her, like bad taste in friends was catching (in which case Zell feels he must be a lost cause himself by now).
And the thing is -- the thing is, it's easier to talk to Fujin, actually. She's a little stiff and shy at first, but she's straightforward in her answers, and she's amazingly smart, and when you coax her just right and you get her out of her shell, she's funny, partly because she has the most perfect sense of timing. It doesn't matter that she'd give him a run for his money in a fight; that almost makes it better, because he can find himself imagining how their lives might fit together, because he knows that there are things she can understand that someone who stays in Garden doing support might not.
So by the time he actually works up the courage to ask her out, it's not a dare anymore at all, it's nothing to do with that original taunt. It's because he can picture maybe getting a smile out of her, and he wants to know what she'll say on any given subject, and because he knows where he is with her, he always knows, and knows that she'll say yes or no and that'll be that, and they'll be friends either way.
He's not expecting the way she turns to him when he asks, when he offers to take her to dinner, when he clarifies very firmly that it's a date if she wants it to be. But then, part of why he likes her is that directness, and maybe he shouldn't be surprised that her response is a kiss -- clumsy but firm.
"Yes," she says, while Zell's still blinking at her, stunned, and trying not to grin like an idiot.
Seifer is going to hate this. Zell can't wait to see his face when he finds out.
FFXV, Noctis/Ignis, "A Kind of Kiss", G
Date: 2021-02-07 12:38 am (UTC)"Watching you?" Noctis asks, more because he doesn't know what else to say than because he has any real thought of managing to deny it. Ignis just looks at him, and he sighs. "Fine, yeah, I was watching you. So?"
For a moment, they just sit, the sound of Gladio's off-key humming in the shower making it slightly less uncomfortable, somehow. Then Ignis gets up and walks over to Noctis, meeting his eyes steadily. "I know that you still intend to marry Lady Lunafreya, despite these setbacks, but -- it strikes me that we'll be on the road a little longer. And that there are... burdens on you. And that while we are your companions, you're still very much alone with what you have to do."
Noctis swallows hard, tries to find some words even though his throat is suddenly strangling-tight. He looks away, but Ignis isn't finished.
"I know it's been some time since you and I... decided to end our liaison. But I don't think that we did so for any lack of desire, or feeling. And it -- frankly, it hurts, to see you bearing this alone. Can I offer you any... closer companionship? Will you allow me to do so?"
"Luna -- "
"Would understand, I think," Ignis says, quietly. "I'm sure she knows what she means to you... and what I mean to you, also. There's room for both in your life."
He reaches out, then, puts his gloved fingers lightly under Noctis' chin and nudges his head up. For a moment he just looks at him, and then his fingers drift up and he gentle presses his fingertips to Noctis' lips. It's a kind of kiss without being a kiss, a reminder of past kisses shared and words said and all the things they've done together.
"Think about it," he says, and Noctis is not sure whether he's going to be able to do anything else.
"I will," he says, because Ignis deserves an answer, and then because Ignis deserves the truth: "No. I can't."
He can't bear to look at him, but then Ignis touches his shoulder and he can't help glancing up, almost in reflex. He's surprised to find Ignis smiling.
"I expected that," he says. "But I had to offer. Noct, Lady Lunafreya is very lucky. But so have I been. Please don't forget that I think so."
There's a bang in the bathroom and the shower stops. At almost the same moment, they can hear Prompto's voice in the hallway, sing-songing about many fries he's going to eat. Noctis can't help but smile, and Ignis smiles a little more too, and steps away, and despite everything...
Despite everything, Noctis finds himself comforted.
Re: FFVIII: Zell/Fujin, "A Surprisingly Good Idea", G
Date: 2021-02-07 12:46 am (UTC)A Surprisingly Good Idea
Re: FFXV, Noctis/Ignis, "A Kind of Kiss", G
Date: 2021-02-07 12:53 am (UTC)"A Kind of Kiss" on AO3
Re: FINAL FANTASY VI
Date: 2021-02-07 01:10 am (UTC)-the author of that comment
Re: FINAL FANTASY VII
Date: 2021-02-07 02:03 pm (UTC)rinoa/ellone + edea (and ultimecia) - conduction.
Date: 2021-02-07 02:29 pm (UTC)Rinoa, who had pictured sunflowers as tall as she was, or azaleas dyed deep blue, can’t quite hide her disappointment.
She’s clumsy with growth, too. “A drop of magic, nothing more,” Edea instructs. Rinoa can’t finesse a drop -- it tumbles from her hands and her soul, a crashing wave. The air crackles with it. They’re lucky it doesn’t attract monsters. The stalks of the infant crops stand too straight in their shock.
Ellone helps. Rinoa can’t help but regard her with a mix of curiosity and envy, wondering about the woman who manages to be special and other even among Sorceresses and wishing that she had grown up as Ellone had: in the company of Squall and the rest. Ellone blows gently on the soil and sends the crops hurtling through their lifespan, blossoming from seeds to shoots in a matter of seconds.
Rinoa merely watches from the stone walls, sometimes with a book or a draft of a letter in her lap. She doesn’t touch the vegetables, even though Edea and Ellone are both too kind to tell her not to. She gets it.
One day, weeks into their “retreat”, she wakes up and the room is filled with uncommonly blue azaleas, peeking out from the slits of dirt between the stone floor. The three do their best to move them to pots, safe and rich soil, but they don’t survive the transition. Death comes harder for them, petals baking and crumbling in the mid-morning light.
Rinoa, who doesn’t want to be the type of Sorceress who commands life and death simply because she’s bored, says as much to Edea over tea.
Edea asks, “Why do you think Ultimecia abandoned me for you?”
She continues, explaining - power. Edea had merely cultivated it; Rinoa was fit to the seams with it, every crevice between bone and sinew hiding impossible volumes. Abandoning a puddle for the ocean; choosing a machete over a butter knife.
“I don’t - ” she starts to say, and then, “ - do you think they should have locked me away?”
Edea’s answer is simple, final. “We cannot solve problems in the past.”
Ellone can, Rinoa thinks - and doesn’t say.
-
Ultimecia keeps a garden. It’s impossible to grow anything on the backs of the dead SeeDs that litter the ground below her castle, she thinks angrily, not without fresh blood to ripen the stone. Not flowers, nor crops. She grows life in frames, a whole world safe and still in gold-touched 20x24. She grows masked sphinxes and giants with armor for flesh, crystal that sings for death and the specters in snail shells.
When time expels her, at the point of a gunblade, the magic remains. All the growth rewinds back to the source, like a universe folding itself back up to the heat energy of the big bang.
It finds the brightest point in time, makes its home there.
-
Sometimes, Rinoa is feverish - claiming it’s because she isn’t used to the salt in the air, the low altitude of the continent. Ellone, who is used to caring for others, is deftly attentive, bringing her cool water and making sure the windows are open.
They sleep in the same bed. The orphanage bunk beds are too small for them.
Ellone never complains, even when Rinoa hogs the blankets or spreads out too far. It’s fine. She’s slept in worse places, on the floor of research labs or against the cold wall of a ship that would not move again until spring’s thaw.
Ellone never lacked for love (and still doesn’t), but there were days when she did not know where her next meal would come from, or if there would be a roof over her head. Rinoa, by contrast, has had too many homes - a train car, a mansion, an academy - but wears her heart on a sleeve in a desperate bid to give it away to the first person who might want it. The younger woman will never accept pity, so Ellone doesn’t feel any. She simply keeps the windows open on hot nights, surrenders most of the blankets, and - listens.
Rinoa, burning like a furnace, ends up in her arms most nights.
-
Edea understands the moment the fever leaves her. Thoughts, cool and composed and utterly her own, take precedence in her own body once more. Her joints feel weakened, barely able to hold herself up (too much weight around her neck, at her eyes - where is she?) -- a puppet, strings cut, having to learn to stand.
She remembers very little. A flash of white, the glow of firelight bouncing off twisting shapes and black light bodypaint - a bullet whistling through the air, a perfect shot right between the eyes - well done, child, but -
A girl she’s never met before; a perpetual spot of light in her peripheral vision, bright enough to burn if gazed at directly.
An embrace, arms incongruous, lips to forehead, to cheeks -
A new horror smashes its way in. Edea refuses to give it succor, forcing herself to think, to rememer: the children - Ellone -
-
Ellone is alive because Rinoa fought for her, despite not knowing her. She knows this.
She brushes some hair out of Rinoa’s face, feeling her sleeping skin, the veins bulging faint at her temple.
Ellone is alive because Rinoa accepted a garden of masked sphinxes and giants with armor for flesh into herself and tucked them into the back of her mind, where they risk growing and growing until only the magic, and not the will or the life, holds the girl’s skin together still.
“Thank you,” she says, again and again, punctuating her gratitude with kisses - at the forehead, at the cheeks, at the lips - until Rinoa is awake again, awake and burning critically warm, not only returning her embrace but clinging to it.
yeah, this definitely got away from me! I don't love the last line but dammit, had to end it somehow 😡
Re: Fill: Lunafreya/Gentiana, G, unquestioning loyalty from the divine
Date: 2021-02-07 04:08 pm (UTC)Re: FINAL FANTASY VIII
Date: 2021-02-07 09:55 pm (UTC)Re: FINAL FANTASY VIII
Date: 2021-02-07 09:56 pm (UTC)Re: FINAL FANTASY VIII
Date: 2021-02-07 09:56 pm (UTC)Re: FINAL FANTASY X
Date: 2021-02-07 10:06 pm (UTC)Re: FINAL FANTASY X
Date: 2021-02-07 10:07 pm (UTC)Re: rinoa/ellone + edea (and ultimecia) - conduction.
Date: 2021-02-07 10:25 pm (UTC)And Rinoa burning up with all of the power inside of her is both intriguing and heartbreaking to think about.
Re: FINAL FANTASY X
Date: 2021-02-07 11:13 pm (UTC)lulu/luzzu - you don't.
Date: 2021-02-07 11:44 pm (UTC)“‘You don’t know what it’s like’?”
There’s a single perfectly arched brow arching even higher, skepticism and unkind bewilderment making her voice more severe than it already is.
“That was…” He trails off.
“You don’t have to tell me.”
Maybe she shouldn’t be so gentle with him, but he’s grieving; she can’t add to it. Wakka found gentleness, after all, and managed to let go of his anger. She ought to be able to do the same. But those words bounce around in her mind, the audacity incensing her - you don’t know what it’s like.
Luzzu, standing there, telling them that they don’t know loss.
Her eyelids flicker, just so, and she continues, because it’s clear he won’t.
“We all grew up together. Wakka, Chappu, Yuna, Gatta, Botta, Keepa -- myself, and - you, Luzzu. Our little island never had much defense. We all lost brothers, friends, and parents.”
He endures her little spiel, eyes to the ground. Is he ashamed, contrite? Or does he wish he was anywhere else right now?
Still, she keeps going. “You’re alive. So make something of it.”
He takes a knee, trembling despite the temple’s electricity warming the ground around them. Maybe he just can’t stand anymore. She doesn’t give him the grace of turning a blind eye to his anguish.
“Hm. You really are a weak man, aren’t you?”
He finally answers her, doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
Luzzu reaches for her hands. She doesn’t pull away, even though she wants to. She doesn’t want to be the one who has to offer him absolution after Wakka already did - offended, perhaps, on her long-time friend’s behalf that he wouldn’t be enough -
But it’s Luzzu, who she’s known just as long -
His lips, ice-cold, touch her knuckles as her fingers fold about his. She touches his face, feels the ridge of bone under his eye, cradles his jaw.
Something she thought long dead rises like a tide within her.
Neither of them go inside for a long time.
lulu's voice is a mystery, help
Re: FINAL FANTASY FRIENDING THREAD
Date: 2021-02-07 11:45 pm (UTC)Anyway, hello, everyone! :D
- My fandom name is Dee Moyza, or just Dee (she/her)
- You can also find me on AO3 (
- I'm familiar with FFs 6, 8, 9, and 10, my favorite among them being 8.
- The fandoms I'm active in, at the moment, are FF8, FFX, FF6, and Transistor
- My favorite FF characters are Rinoa, Selphie, Quistis, Lulu, Celes, Terra, Eiko, and Vivi.
- I'm not a particularly shippy fan, but my favorite FF ships are Rinoa/Squall, Selphie & Irvine (platonic), and Lulu/Auron.
- My brain is a repository of useless trivia, needlessly complicated fandom headcanons, and stupid fanwork ideas, the latter of which I am becoming increasingly less hesitant about
foisting uponsharing with others. Fair warning. ;)Re: FINAL FANTASY IX
Date: 2021-02-08 12:47 am (UTC)Re: lulu/luzzu - you don't.
Date: 2021-02-08 12:50 am (UTC)Quistis/Rinoa - "Everybody Needs Somebody Sometimes" (Rated T)
Date: 2021-02-08 05:01 am (UTC)Everybody Needs Somebody Sometimes
Re: lulu/luzzu - you don't.
Date: 2021-02-08 05:39 am (UTC)She doesn’t give him the grace of turning a blind eye to his anguish. - God, I love that line!
I also love that Luzzu doesn't try to argue with Lulu, and even admits that he is weak. And that kiss! One of deference, a plea for mercy and understanding that manages to touch Lulu even amid her anger and grief. So, so lovely. Thank you for filling this prompt! 💕