FINAL FANTASY KISS BATTLE 2022!!!
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well HELLO FRIENDS????? after MUCH delay which is MY OWN FAULT, i am here to present to you the tiny fandom event of the year: Final Fantasy Kiss Battle 2022!!
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 but at least i'm sometimes funny). 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
OTHER FINAL FANTASY CANONS
FF CROSSOVER PROMPTS
FF / OTHER CANON CROSSOVERS
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! -- EDIT Discord link has been updated!
AO3 COLLECTION
If you're posting your work on AO3, add it to our collection here!!!
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!
COMMENTS OR QUESTIONS??
Hit up this thread and myself or lassarina will help you out!
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Fran/Balthier [T] First Meeting cw: skeevy bar guy flirting badly
Date: 2022-02-18 05:35 pm (UTC)(if you’d like to tell me your AO3, I can gift this to you there when I clean up and repost).
Fran is still unused to the clamor of cities.
She’d taken for granted the graceful quiet of the Wood, her people, and how easy it had been to keep from prying eyes. While she had never truly fit in, it took far less effort to try. Despite her efforts, she now seems to draw attention to herself at every pass. The staring, the whispers: she hasn’t yet learned to ignore it. What she’d hoped for was a quiet life of bounty hunting, to exist in fringes without the whole of Ivalice watching her every move … or so she’d believed.
It would be fair to point out that in the whole of her long life, she has hardly been away the Wood, and that she has integrated this far into the world of humes so quickly and on her own might actually be an accomplishment—but she still questions what it is she’s seeking. She has coin and a room to stay, but this city doesn’t call to her. The closest she’s felt to belonging since abandoning the village was the time she briefly aided an overwhelmed hunting party against a ring wyrm. They had been grateful, inviting her to join their number. She’d declined of course, but the conversation over roasted meat had been familiar in ways she laments.
“If it’s airships you’d like to see, my family has a humble number in their employ.” His eyes leave her face to trace down her long legs. “I even have a private hangar of my own.”
The man who sits across from her at the small bar table in an olive-skinned hume with dark hair that covers his exposed chest and arms. His face is shaved bare, and his long hair is tied back in a low tail. It’s difficult to guess his age, or at least it is for Fran, though she supposes he is somewhere in his prime. He runs the ports of this city, both air and sea, or at least he keeps boasting as much. If she is to reach the skies, it is to him she must show favor, as the guard for each port had been many in number. Perhaps this is the way of humes: false flattery and accruing power in the form of favor. She should try to keep hold of his name, then.
“The airships would be of interest to me,” she says, lifting her cup and draining the last of it.
“I say, did you happen to notice the speeder out front?”
“The hover with the crimson dual seats?”
“Yes! That’s the one. Fastest personal hovercraft of her generation, if you’ll believe that.” She can smell the sweat forming under his shirt. It reeks of arousal.
“I would.”
“Perhaps after this, I could take you for a spin?”
She bites down on her cheek and breathes heavily out through her nose. “Perhaps.”
He’s going on about the aerodome he owns again. Something about personal crafts. She is hardly listening to a word he says, but so far he either does not notice or simply does not care as he bolsters on about the things he has acquired and the means he's used to fold this city under his wing. She’s learned that in this world, if you want to get anywhere, you need coin, but also influence. She’s not sure she cares for either, but that speeder that was tucked into the garage out front? That is something she would very much like to have. In her village, such a resource would belong to all its people, but she knows that is not true here. She knows also the feel of manacles and chains, little good they have done to hold her. Still, if she wishes to acquire it, she will need to do so discreetly.
“If you’ll excuse me but for a moment.” The man rises from his seat and offers a small bow. “This liquor has run its course, as they say.”
The man reaches for her hand on the table as he stands, and she fights the urge to pull it away. His senses are far too dull to notice, thankfully.
Balthier has only seen two other viera in his time, but she is different somehow. He can feel it from here. He hears the bar goer’s attempts to woo her and scoffs. Balthier knows he himself is charming. He’s used that to his advantage many a time, but only to ease the burden of their purses, and only those eager to be relieved. He can tell this man’s advances toward her are unwelcome, and so when the patron rises from their private table and heads for the water closet, Balthier orders two more shots of the spiced brown liquor he’s been enjoying, and walks with purpose across the bar.
“If you find your previous company lacking, perhaps you would consider instead sharing a drink with me? The name is Balthier.”
He slides one shot glass across the table toward her, lifting his own in cheers. She does not move at all save for her fierce copper eyes that tracked the glass as it moved.
“I find most company to be lacking. How would yours differ, Balthier?” The weight she gives his name is that of mocking, and he finds he quite likes the sound of it on her tongue.
“Well, for starters,” he says, taking a seat across from her at the table, “I think you’ll find there are few men as charming conversationalists as me. I’ve also been told I am quite handsome, though truly, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”
“Is this when you tell me that you also find me beautiful? Because every hume who has bothered me has said as much.”
“It would be untrue to say that you aren’t, but I was actually more inclined to know what brings you past the deserts? There are no viera Woods in the east of Rozarria I’ve heard tale of, and I’ve heard many a tale: you’ve come a long way, my dear. What did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t.” She pauses. “I have traveled far; that is true.”
“Alone?”
She stares coolly, saying nothing.
“Sisters. I’d met two sisters who’d left the Lashwe Hollow some years ago.” Ah, that got her attention. “There are few viera who venture to the cities, and fewer still who travel alone—at least, if their stories rang of truth.” He takes a deep sip of his cup. “What about you?”
“I was called to leave my Wood some time ago.” She pauses, then picks up the shot glass, which looks smaller still in her large claws. “I have yet to decipher why.” She absently turns the glass in her hand, seemingly watching the liquid slosh inside.
“Leaving one’s birthplace is never easy,” he says gently. “I should know: I done it myself.”
She turns her velveteen ears toward him and meets his eye. For the first time in this short meeting, her expression seems softer. There is a curiosity there. He takes his cue and continues.
“Our present audience is somewhat large to share the particulars, but what I can say is that the journey has been a long one, and I have only yet begun. Having an airship helps, of course.” He raises his glass again, and this time she does join him in drinking, crinkling her nose as she sips. “Ordalian spiced rum.”
“It burns,” she says in a small cough, “but it is good.” She raises the glass again and tosses the rest of it back in one fell swoop.
“Cheers to that,” he laughs, and does the same.
As he places his glass back on the table, she moves with a speed unnatural to humes, wrapping her clawed fingers into the collar of his shirt. “Fran,” she says quietly, “my name, it is.”
Then, she kisses him.
It’s as forceful as it is sudden, the strength of her grasp nearly lifting him from his seat. He kisses her back, naturally; the taste of rum on her lips burns with notes of cinnamon. He reaches up with one hand and finds her hairline, the base of her ear, and slowly, he weaves his fingers into the long hair beneath her small helm. His other hand comes to rest gently on the hand that holds his collar, and even like this he can tell the relative smallness of it compared to hers.
When she pulls away from him, he has to fight himself to stop from whining. He looks up at her, as now she is standing, her full height more exaggerated from this view. The other patron has returned, and judging by the look of him, is processing the kiss himself.
“I will take my leave now,” Fran says. “Come, Balthier.”
Balthier doesn’t waste a moment; he stands and bows to the other man. “May the rest of your evening prove more fruitful than the start.”
Fran grabs his forearm, her fingers fully wrapping around his forearm, and she pulls him away. He follows, winking to the bartender on their way past. She marches the pair of them all the way to the street before relinquishing her hold on him, though truthfully, her hold had already dug far deeper than what anyone could see.
“Well,” he said, testing the waters, “that was unexpected.”
“I needed the time to acquire his speeder keys. Have you ever driven one? I’ve wanted to learn for some time, now.”
“There is nothing I would love more than to teach you, dear Fran. Let us make way before he sours in his cups and realizes his pockets have been levied.”
Re: Fran/Balthier [T] First Meeting cw: skeevy bar guy flirting badly
Date: 2022-02-18 07:14 pm (UTC)They're clearly going to work well together.
Re: Fran/Balthier [T] First Meeting cw: skeevy bar guy flirting badly
Date: 2022-02-18 07:42 pm (UTC)Re: Fran/Balthier [T] First Meeting cw: skeevy bar guy flirting badly
Date: 2022-02-18 07:47 pm (UTC)Re: Fran/Balthier [T] First Meeting cw: skeevy bar guy flirting badly
Date: 2022-02-19 07:12 am (UTC)I also enjoy that Balthier basically goes 'there's the potential for an interesting conversation here, I'm not necessarily on the pull, but it's not like I'm not going to kiss back'.
It would be untrue to say that you aren’t
Loved this. Very smooth, very Balthier.
“May the rest of your evening prove more fruitful than the start.”
This, meanwhile, is cracking me up. Balthier, you little shit.
Re: Fran/Balthier [T] First Meeting cw: skeevy bar guy flirting badly
Date: 2022-02-19 01:58 pm (UTC)I do think Balthier is genuinely more interested in the potential for conversation (and that if she'd told him to fuck off, he would have), but he's certainly open to other opportunities should they present themselves. He's a pirate, after all. ;D
It was really fun to wind back the clock and imagine what their early beginnings might have looked like. So glad you think it rings true to their dynamic!
Re: Fran/Balthier [T] First Meeting cw: skeevy bar guy flirting badly
Date: 2022-02-19 08:42 pm (UTC)Re: Fran/Balthier [T] First Meeting cw: skeevy bar guy flirting badly
Date: 2022-02-20 12:36 am (UTC)Re: Fran/Balthier [T] First Meeting cw: skeevy bar guy flirting badly
Date: 2022-02-20 12:51 am (UTC)Re: Fran/Balthier [T] First Meeting cw: skeevy bar guy flirting badly
Date: 2022-02-20 07:38 pm (UTC)