FINAL FANTASY KISS BATTLE 2011.
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It’s February and yes, that means: time for the kiss battle. Friend kisses, loving kisses, angry kisses, familial kisses, porny kisses, mouth to mouth or mouth to cheek or mouth to [insert body part here] -- all are welcome!
Guidelines for the game:
- All kisses welcome! Gen, shippy, family, friendship!
- Be kind to other people’s character/relationship choices. :) Everyone is welcome!
- Seriously, everyone is welcome - Livejournal, Dreamwidth, OpenID, whatever!
- When leaving prompts, leave one prompt per comment with the subject line: FANDOM - CHARACTERS/SHIP and your prompt in the comment body. (EX: FFVII - Cloud/Reno)
- Prompt early, prompt often and leave as many as you want!
- Prompts can be filled multiple times.
- No prompts required if you desire a kiss blitzkrieg; just post it as a reply to the entry!
- Tell your friends!
EDIT - Make sure you're watching the later pages, too -- there are a lot of fantastic prompts hiding there that would like some kissing~!
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FFXII: Rasler/Ashe
Date: 2011-02-02 04:55 am (UTC)FFIV/FFVIII: Quistis/Rydia
Date: 2011-02-02 04:59 am (UTC)Oceans (Quistis/Rydia, PG) (YOU PUT THIS HERE FOR ME DIDN'T YOU)
Date: 2011-02-02 08:05 pm (UTC)"Hold on." Quistis's voice stops her thoughts. Rydia lets her hands fall, slowly; the tug of the jacket across her back feels odd and constricting, and she momentarily regrets letting Quistis put her in this uniform. She wishes for the comfortable feel of her summoner's garb, the soft swish of her sleeves.
"What am I doing wrong now?" Her voice is small and petulant and she hates it, because Quistis has been nothing but kind, more-than-kind; Rydia just resents that she has to learn again how to Summon in this strange land. She's lost the one thing that made her herself, Rydia of Mist, and she hates that that is the thing she's most upset about. Being alone is awful, but without her Summons she is truly alone.
Quistis smiles. "Nothing's wrong. I just thought... you should try it your way first."
Rydia frowns; she's tried her way of summoning a million billion times, and it hasn't worked; she can't even feel the Feymarch anymore, even though it used to be thunder-quick under her fingertips. "It doesn't work. There isn't anything to connect me to them, here."
"I have a theory." Quistis steps up beside her, and takes her hand, pulling Rydia closer to her side. Quistis looks down at her, eyes bright with curiosity and something that makes Rydia's stomach warm. "My magic comes from the monsters of this world. I'm wondering whether it's enough to ground you."
Rydia isn't sure whether she wants to grab onto this hope or not, because all of her other hopes have crashed - all except Quistis, tall and sturdy and safe. "I'll try," she says, and she grabs Quistis's other hand and prepares herself for the heartbreak. She closes her eyes, clutching Quistis's hands, and reaches out along that sixth sense, a Caller's gift, the lay-line directing her to the Feymarch and her friends, her family...
Something twitches against the line of alignment in her head and her eyes fly open. Quistis's eyes are closed, too, her face calm; Rydia closes hers again and strains against that sense. She can feel Quistis, and something that might be Quistis's magic: a dark deep blue, wrought with sparkling veins in it, twinkling bright like the sun on water. It's warm and welcoming, and its presence relaxes her: much like Quistis, something familiar.
And with Quistis as an anchor she can feel it, faintly, too faint to be anything except the brush of silk against her arms; no, Rydia thinks, and she grabs Quistis's hands tighter. Yes. She just needs to be a little closer, and then maybe - her eyes open, and she's a few inches from Quistis' face, and she can hear the shuddering in her breath as she tilts upwards on tip-toes and presses her lips to Quistis's.
Rydia shuts her eyes fast enough to not see the look on Quistis's face - but she's surprised when all Quistis does is lean forward to kiss her back, her mouth moving, warm and comforting; for a long moment Rydia is only aware of lips and tongue and the rushing feeling in her head.
And then she suddenly realizes she's grounded, she has found the Feymarch, it's a faint glimmer on the horizon of that sparkling sea but she is Rydia of heavens-be-damned Mist and all she needs is a direction. Rydia throws her heart open and Calls, more raw and powerful than any intricate Summoner's-chant, and the splintering rush of magic pulls her apart from Quistis as Leviathan, mighty and sparkling, emerges from the ocean before them.
The words catch in her throat and all she can do is throw her arms around Quistis's neck, laughing, giddy, and then she pulls Quistis into the bright-blue water to meet her dearest friend.
Re: Oceans (Quistis/Rydia, PG) (YOU PUT THIS HERE FOR ME DIDN'T YOU)
From:FFXII: Rasler/Ashe
Date: 2011-02-02 04:59 am (UTC)(In contrast to the "reincarnation spell" prompt, Rasler survives courtesy of "luck" and Ashe suffers the trade-off)
FFVIII: Seifer/Rinoa
Date: 2011-02-02 04:59 am (UTC)Re: FFVIII: Seifer/Rinoa
Date: 2011-02-02 06:51 pm (UTC)Re: FFVIII: Seifer/Rinoa
From:Re: FFVIII: Seifer/Rinoa
From:FFX-2: Tidus/Paine
Date: 2011-02-02 05:01 am (UTC)"you remind me of Auron, eh, scratch that; you feel like home"
FFVII/FFVIII: Squall/Aerith
Date: 2011-02-02 05:05 am (UTC)FFVII: Genesis/Tifa
Date: 2011-02-02 05:20 am (UTC)FFVII: Zack/Cissnei
Date: 2011-02-02 05:22 am (UTC)FFVII/FFXIII: Cloud/Lightning
Date: 2011-02-02 05:23 am (UTC)FFVII/FFX-2: Baralai/Zack
Date: 2011-02-02 05:26 am (UTC)FFVII/FFX-2: Sephiroth/Gippal
Date: 2011-02-02 05:30 am (UTC)compadres, familiar, mission
"you know, you sound an awful lot like someone I know..."
"Touche."
FFVII - Cloud/Zack
Date: 2011-02-02 05:31 am (UTC)FFIII/FFV/FFX: Onion Knight/Terra/Tidus
Date: 2011-02-02 05:39 am (UTC)puberty, gen, children
Dissidia: Kain/Lightning.
Date: 2011-02-02 05:53 am (UTC)FFX-2: Baralai, Bahamut, & Tidus
Date: 2011-02-02 06:23 am (UTC)I guess, the prompt can be called "play mates; then and now"
FFXII, Vaan/Penelo
Date: 2011-02-02 01:06 pm (UTC)FFXIII, Vanille/Serah
Date: 2011-02-02 01:09 pm (UTC)Inadequate (Vanille/Serah, PG)
Date: 2011-02-03 05:01 am (UTC)"Fang! Fang, don't leave me! I'm sorry, Fang!"
"Vanille?" A different voice echoed through the darkness, and the sky quickly warmed to pink, then red as Vanille struggled awake. "Vanille? Wake up, Vanille!" Vanille's eyes flew open; disoriented, unseeing. She felt a small hand on her shoulder and instinctively turned toward the warm body stretched out beside her, burying her face in soft breasts as grief again overwhelmed her. The scent that filled her nostrils was not the musky, earthy scent that normally brought her so much comfort, but rather light and sweet.
"It's all right, Vanille." Serah's voice wavered, and Vanille felt thin arms hesitantly slip around her shaking body. They weren't Fang's strong, capable arms, but she wasn't alone -- that was what mattered most to Vanille right now. Serah's hands caressed comfortingly up and down Vanille's trembling back, and she remained silent for several long minutes. Vanille’s sobs finally transitioned to staccato hiccups, although she couldn't bring herself to move. "Did you have bad dreams too?" Serah asked.
Vanille nodded. Memories filtered back to her as Serah gently played with her hair: their talk on the beach, Vanille's failed apology, Serah's refusal to allow Vanille to sleep on the beach and insistence she stay at her home. She finally drew back from Serah and looked into her eyes. They were endlessly blue and hopeful, as Fang’s were endlessly green and comforting, as the sky in her nightmare was black and empty. Another wave of grief and guilt overwhelmed Vanille, and she screwed her eyes shut. She couldn’t even find the words to thank Serah, let alone fully explain and apologize for what she’d done to her. She’d failed Fang with both her words and her silence, and now she betrayed Serah with the same. What more could she do?
With a cry of renewed grief, Vanille cupped Serah's face with both hands and desperately pressed her lips to the other girl's.
Serah stiffened against Vanille for a moment, but then her body relaxed and her arms tightened around Vanille's body. There was a determined strength in Serah’s arms, even as her tense muscles trembled. “Listen to me, please? You’ve got to understand,” Vanille whispered. Serah's mouth softened against Vanille's, and she nodded. In the slow silence, the truth churned in Vanille’s stomach, but she still couldn’t find the strength to force it out. Instead, she pressed infinite tiny kisses to Serah's lips, the sky dark as ever behind her closed eyes.
Re: Inadequate (Vanille/Serah, PG)
From:Final Fantasy XII - Ashe/Mateus
Date: 2011-02-02 03:23 pm (UTC)Ice Queen (Ashe/Mateus, PG) (This is like a trial run for the long one I'll write you someday)
Date: 2011-02-02 10:17 pm (UTC)He does not speak to her but she hears it anyway: I could help you, child; taste of my strength.
For days Ashe wakes panting and sweaty in this bed she doesn't recognize: a Queen's bed, too soft for her world-weary bones. Her days are long, and hard, and she is alone on her throne, forced to lock away every ounce of emotion whilst the politics play out their games around her.
Then the dream changes; Mateus appears before her, and spreads wide dark arm-wings, sinewy like a bat; they wrap around her, slowly. Her arms strain against the bind above her head, and as the hood comes to cover her eyes she realizes that she has taken the place of his Ice Goddess, the one he bound to himself so very long ago. She wants to struggle but the blessed release is too nice: nothing fills her but ice, cold and crystal-solid, perfectly hard. Besides, it is but a dream.
Ice is but one power that I wield, Mateus says, and behind it is the plea of a woman's voice, lost in the whipping of a cold storm: freeeeeeeeee meeeee, like an echo.
When Ashe wakes that day she is strangely rested, and the hours upon her throne staring down supplicant Archadians cooly pass much easier than expected, as if the icy respite of Mateus' dream-embrace has renewed her.
She does not dream that night, but the next night she finds herself again facing the dark Esper. The Goddess is gone and his arms look strangely bare, all thin sinew and dark bone. The shreds of her robe flicker in some unseen wind and Ashe knows what he is offering.
No, she says slowly, although the wind is temptingly cold. Not for ever. Not for good.
Then come into my arms just for a while, Mateus says to her, and Ashe steps into that chillingly cold embrace again. Mateus bends his head, and his kiss is blindingly cold behind her eyes.
The next day she faces the Dalmascan traitors, those who turned into the arms of Vayne and Archades and turned their back on Dalmasca's good people. She looks at their faces and hears their stories of threats and blackmail and extortion, hears their pleas for clemecy. She thinks of Mateus' ice, chilling her veins, and it is easier to give the answers that she needs to. Those whose actions resulted in Dalmascan deaths will hang at dawn. The others will face prison.
That night she and Mateus dance, long and slow. The Ice Goddess hangs from her chains, eyes unseen, and Ashe envies her cold skin as she presses her lips against the priestess', feeling nothing but emptiness.
The next day four of the imprisoned Dalmascans are caught in escape. Ashe sentences them to the gallows as well. One man accuses her of having lost her humanity. She asks him, calmly, where his humanity was when her father was killed, when their princess was living in the sewers, afraid to claim her own name.
They all hang that morning. Ashe listens to Mateus' cold chill-song in her veins, and does not attend.
That night she tastes snow on her tongue as Mateus winds about her limbs, binding her wrists, chilled fingers trailing down and across her naked flesh, and as the cold creeps across her skin she tells him: not forever.
Of course not, Lady Ice Queen, he says. Just for now.
The days pass and she finds the emptiness of her job easier to manage. The placating eyes of those who turned against her country do nothing. Her nights become trysts, Mateus about and above and within her, her cold skin colder at his touch and kiss. Her days are strong; she is made of steel, now. The talk of threats against her throne die down. More Archadian sympathizers are brought to her, and she finds it vaguely ironic to imprison them the way they did Basch.
Cold-hearted, they call me, she tells Mateus one night, and he murmurs back to her: 'tis but a compliment for my Ice Queen.
They start to bring before her thieves and spies; her noblemen love this Queen's cruel justice, and Ashelia tolerates little in her new kingdom. Then one day she recognizes a face, and strangely warm fingers tugging at her arm: Penelo. Vaan. The latter in chains, defiant yet scared; Penelo pleads with her. He's your friend. We're your friends.
Friends? Ashe thinks, as Mateus' ice-cool wind blows through her veins. No one helped her, those first months on her throne. She cannot relax this iron will for a moment; it is this cold strength which has saved her.
She feels an odd flicker through her heart as she pronounces the Queen's justice, but Mateus kisses it away.
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From:Re: Ice Queen (Ashe/Mateus, PG) (This is like a trial run for the long one I'll write you someday)
From:Re: Ice Queen (Ashe/Mateus, PG) (This is like a trial run for the long one I'll write you someday)
From:FFXIII - Vanille/Sazh
Date: 2011-02-02 03:34 pm (UTC)FFVIII - Squall/Angelo
Date: 2011-02-02 03:35 pm (UTC)Re: FFVIII - Squall/Angelo
Date: 2011-02-02 09:05 pm (UTC)Re: FFVIII - Squall/Angelo
From:Re: FFVIII - Squall/Angelo
From:Re: FFVIII - Squall/Angelo
From:FFIX - Eiko and Zidane
Date: 2011-02-02 04:08 pm (UTC)FFIX - Beatrix and Steiner
Date: 2011-02-02 04:09 pm (UTC)FFIV, Cecil/Rosa
Date: 2011-02-02 04:31 pm (UTC)FFIV, Rydia/Asura or Rydia/Leviathan
Date: 2011-02-02 04:32 pm (UTC)As shippy and creepy OR familial and platonic as you would like!
FFIV - Kain and Barbariccia
Date: 2011-02-02 04:32 pm (UTC)