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 ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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!
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her arm! His mask pulled aside! LIGHTNING BOLTS
squeeeeee
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Edge/Kain, PG, "Race to a Kiss"
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.
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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!
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Cecil/Kain(/Rosa implied), PG
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.
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Cecil/Kain/Rosa, PG
The exercise was simple: don't get killed - meaning, slashed hard enough for the dye to sink in - in the free-for-all.
One arm across his chest, Kain was staring at the ground. Cecil elbowed him in the ribs, prompting Kain to look up; it wasn't the instructor that had caught his gaze, but a flit of pink silk ahead of the crowd. Both of them watched as Rosa's light and dainty steps carried her to the instructor's podium.
"...last one standing wins," their instructor finished speaking. The man glanced down to the girl who tugged his sleeve, and for an inaudible sentence or two Rosa held ear. Smiling wryly, he added, "And earns the Lady's favor."
Across the yard, several of the trainees clearly perked up.
Kain stared, raising an incredulous eyebrow. "What... does she think she's doing?"
"Giving us incentive," Cecil glanced around the yard, weight shifting from one foot to the other. "I think."
Rosa had no problem finding them in the crowd. Catching Cecil's eye, she winked.
"On my mark...!"
The pair of them shifted as the rest of their peers braced themselves. They were in the thick of it, and that didn't bode well for either of them.
"Cecil, how far would you trust me?"
"What? Are you joking?" Kain didn't answer, and Cecil sighed harshly. "To the moons and back. Why?"
"Good. Stay at my back, and we're sure to win this."
We.
Cecil nodded.
"I've got your back."
"As I've got yours."
"Fight!" echoed across the yard.
It was a crush, all around them. Many 'fell' within the first few seconds, and many more didn't last to claim any kind of victory worth celebrating. With Kain at his back, and Cecil watching Kain's in turn, they managed to hold back the tide until there were only a handful of combatants left in the challenge.
Then fewer.
Then none, as Kain spun, sword swinging in a backhand grip to slash across the chest of the last who tried to catch Cecil's unguarded shield-arm. It left a bright red stain across the boy's armor.
Silence fell across the yard, and between them as they were left facing one another. Smirking, Kain grabbed for Cecil's hand and raised it - and his own - high in victory. Cecil breathed out a long sigh, before he grinned himself.
"That's cheating," one voice - a mage's son, now seeking the path of the sword for himself - called out.
There was a rumble of agreement, but their instructor shook his head. "Did I say you couldn't make alliances, lad?"
Neither Kain nor Cecil paid as much attention to the lecture that followed, as Rosa jumped down from the podium and ran toward them, stepping between the rest of the some-day warriors - some of whom remained on the ground, others who were in the process of finding their feet again.
The would-be mage didn't say a word, but pulled the scarf from her hair as she reached them. Raising herself up on her toes, she pressed a soft kiss to Cecil's cheek. With a quick pivot, she turned to grant Kain the same, though he didn't smile half as wide.
Beaming at them, she flitted away towards the gate, and they watched her go.
"Highwind! Harvey!" The instructor's voice brought them back down to earth. "Lessons concluded for the day. The rest of you sorry lot..."
Kain caught his eye, and Cecil looked down at the silk scarf tangled in his fingers. Grinning, Cecil shoved it into Kain's hands, leaning over to kiss him, too; blinking, Kain scoffed and gave him a shove.
Cecil darted off to follow Rosa.
Kain rubbed his cheek, and dashed to catch up.
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(Anonymous) 2021-02-17 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)Oh, she does, but in her memory he's like a dream, hazy, made only of shadow and fire and smoke. She doesn't remember him like this, flesh and blood and human, with a quiet, solemn face not terribly different to Cecil's or Rosa's or her own, when she looks in a mirror.
She presses her face right up to his. Kain draws back, eyes narrow, and she searches their depths for all the dark, hidden things he might keep there.
When she refuses to yield, Kain reaches for her hand and clasps her fingers gently. It almost causes her to glance down, but his eyes never leave hers as he raises her knuckles to his lips. She's not quite sure what he means by it, but it's soft for a man who guards his softness so fiercely.
He takes his leave with a small bow of his head, finding another corner of the camp to keep watch from, and she watches him still. She feared fire, once, before she learned how to shape it to her will and it became an ally. In the quiet of her mind, she wonders if men can be shaped likewise.
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