2013 KISS BATTLE!

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Final Fantasy Kissing Battle 2013

RULES

• This year, we're creating Master Links for each fandom. When leaving prompts, please put it under the right canon! If in a compilation canon, please leave the important details!


• To leave a prompt: leave one prompt per comment, with FANDOM: CHARACTERS/RELATIONSHIP in the subject line and your prompt in the body.


• To leave a fill: reply to the comment in question. Please use the subject line of your comment to label your work: TITLE (if relevant), FANDOM, CHARACTERS/RELATIONSHIP, RATING (ANY KINKS, WARNINGS, FLAGS).


• There should be kissing! All kinds of kisses are welcome: gen, shippy, smutty, chaste, familial, friendly, angry, happy! We’re pretty open to anything you want to call kissing. We are fans of all of it.


• Fanart, fanfiction, drabbles, doodles, live action movies -- whatever you want to supply, we’d like to have it.


• Be kind to others regarding character or ship choices and prompts. This should be fun for everyone!


• Prompt early, prompt often, and leave as many as you want.


• Prompts can be filled multiple times!


• To leave a blitzkrieg kiss: If you have something but no one has prompted it yet, blitzkiss away! Just reply to the comment for your fandom, and make sure you use the subject line to label your work.


• Be sure to check back often -- new kissing action could be showing up everywhere!


• Spread the word! Tell your friends!

FINAL FANTASY KISS BATTLE 2013
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We will be running the Kissing Battle on Dreamwidth only. There are two main reasons for this: 1) Dreamwidth’s comment limit is huge, allowing for longer kissing masterpieces; and 2) Dreamwidth still supports subject lines for comments, which are vital to a meme like the Kiss Battle. However, the Battle is open to everyone. Feel free to participate with your Dreamwidth (account creation is invite-free right now~!), your Livejournal or other OpenID account (see here if you want to set up an OpenID), or anonymously.

Have fun! Get smoochin'!

FINAL FANTASY I
FINAL FANTASY II
FINAL FANTASY III
FINAL FANTASY IV COMPILATION
FINAL FANTASY V
FINAL FANTASY VI
FINAL FANTASY VII COMPILATION
FINAL FANTASY VIII
FINAL FANTASY IX
FINAL FANTASY X AND X-2
FINAL FANTASY XI
FINAL FANTASY XII COMPILATION
FINAL FANTASY TACTICS COMPILATION
FINAL FANTASY XIII COMPILATION
DISSIDIA: FINAL FANTASY COMPILATION
FINAL FANTASY: CRYSTAL CHRONICLES COMPILATION
ASSORTED FINAL FANTASY
CROSSOVERS (WITHIN FF)
CROSSOVERS (FF/OTHER)
OTHER / ASSORTED

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FINAL FANTASY VIII

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FFVIII PROMPTS GO HERE!

FFVIII: Angelo + Squall

[astrangerenters]

Squall doesn't like dogs. Angelo wants to change his mind.

"Distraction", FFVIII: Angelo + Squall, G

[kristinmachina]

Squall was not a dog person.

He didn’t hate dogs. It wasn’t like a rabid mutt bit him as a kid or Cerberus chased him down a dark alley. When he was a kid, the other orphans tried to bring in some stray from off the beach. It was filthy and smelt of wet poo and left a trail of slobber. It kind of put him off of the whole idea of pets in general.

Yet Rinoa and Angelo were kind of a package deal. Squall loved Rinoa, so Squall must also love Angelo. But Angelo was Rinoa’s pet and Rinoa’s responsibility. Squall didn’t have to pet him or rub his belly or pick fleas out of his fur.

At least, that’s what Squall thought at first. Angelo seemed determined to make Squall love him and pet him, even if it meant that Angelo had to wedge his big, furry self in between Squall and Rinoa while they were sitting on the couch, or dig under the covers while the two humans were in bed.

And then there were the days when Rinoa would go out without Squall. Squall would sit at his desk, hard at work, and Angelo would sit by his feet and stare at him. Angelo would stare at him for hours. It really made Squall uneasy, especially when Angelo would whimper.

Angelo would not leave Squall alone. Squall had to do something. Angelo was way too distracting and Squall had way too much to do to be distracted. He leaned over and pet Angelo between the ears, just giving him a little scratch. Angelo barked happily and ran off to play.

Every day after, it was the same routine. Squall would be stressed out at work, and Angelo would come to his desk for a daily head-scratch. As the days passed, Squall began to weirdly enjoy this new ritual. It kind of relaxed him, just that little touch of fur between his fingers.

Eventually the other SeeDs made a bowl with “Second-In-Command” written on it, and a doggy mat decorated like a desktop and placed them in Squall’s office.

Angelo was sometimes still a distraction for Squall, but on a hectic day, a welcome distraction.

“So how’s Squall’s second-in-command?” Rinoa gave Squall a kiss on the cheek as they lay down on the couch later that night.

Angelo jumped on top of both of them and licked Squall’s face.

“He’s alright,” Squall rubbed his cheek. Dogs aren’t so bad, Squall thought. He just hoped he never found fleas.

FFVIII: Seifer/Squall

[lassarina]

It's never been easy; he wouldn't want it that way.

FFVIII: Ultimecia/Edea

[stealth_noodle]

A battle of wills.

Equilibrium Unbalanced (Ultimecia/Edea, PG-13)

[seventhe]

The equation will not stick.

- - -

Edea breathes with the shoreline: ocean in, ocean out; the sea ebbs and flows with her breath, and for this moment, she is solitary, she is alone, she is independent.

But she cannot bring this darkness upon her lighthouse-home.

Taking a deep breath, Edea tries not to sob, and instead whispers words: a transportation ritual, a spell that will take her far away. Away from her children and their memories, away from untarnished innocence and a safety time cannot decay.

- - -

Solution within confidence interval of 10%: is solution acceptable? Equilibrium not attained; interference stronger than buffer.

- - -

In the dark, Ultimecia comes.

Edea allows this: her will crumbles here that it can stay stronger elsewhere. When she gives in to Ultimecia, to her grasping hands and devouring mouth, she saves a tiny piece of herself: one small stone to add to the wall she is building around her children. Her lips respond; her hands grasp. Her will here is overcome: and the small piece she kicks to the side, unnoticeable.

- - -

Uncertainty interval below 1%: Solution acquired?

- - -

Edea breathes poison and exhales time. Within her, Ultimecia laughs. Her lips curve in an otherworldly kiss, and her enemies fall within ice.

But her wall is intact.

FFVIII: Laguna/Squall

[madisuzy]

Squall has never been kissed by a man before... until now.

FFVIII: Kiros/Laguna

[madisuzy]

Laguna is oblivious, so Kiros needs to be blunt.

"The Little Things", FFVIII, Kiros/Laguna, PG-13

[kristinmachina]

Laguna is the journalist and the politician. He’s the one who has a way with words. For someone who liked to observe the world at large, however, Laguna could be quite oblivious to certain people close to him…

…Like Kiros. Kiros was a soldier, and Laguna’s best friend. He was always there by Laguna’s side, during the best and worst days of his life. But Kiros did not have the same gift with words that Laguna did, and making his true feelings known was not an easy thing for him.

So Kiros tried to be subtle. He stayed to the little things like sharing a blanket when they were stationed in Trabia, or rubbing salve on a rash when Laguna unknowingly squatted in a patch of poison ivy, or simply wrapping his arm around Laguna’s shoulder as they laid Raine to rest.

The years passed, and so had the time for subtlety.

It might not have been the most appropriate time, with Laguna rehearsing his State of the Nation speech. But when Laguna started talking about what a “solitary life” he had lived and how his “absence of a real family” led Laguna to adopt Esthar as his own family, it drove frustrated Chief-of-Staff Kiros to pin Laguna against his desk and kiss him hard on that talented mouth of his.

Being blunt had its risks, but it also had its rewards, as Laguna opened his mouth to let Kiros in, and the president wrapped his arms and legs around his best friend.

It was worth the wait.

FFVIII: Squall/Cid

[madisuzy]

Squall sleeps his way through SeeD training.

FFVIII: Rinoa/Laguna, Laguna/Squall, Squall/Rinoa

[madisuzy]

Unrequited - Laguna lets her kiss him because its the only time Squall ever looks in his direction with longing. He can imagine that its for him, even if his heart knows that its not.

FFVIII: Squall/Nida

[ser_pounce_alot]

Nida's first SeeD mission doesn't exactly go as planned.

Misunderstandings (Squall/Nida, PG13)

[seventhe]

So it isn't really his first SeeD mission, but it's the first one that counts, because it's from Squall. "Figure this out," the Commander barks as he throws something on Nida's desk -- and okay, thank Hyne he started training that recruit three weeks ago, because Nida tells her to take the helm and heads to his computer with something like excitement in his stomach. An order. From Squall! This must be important.

Two hours later Nida's head hurts. He has read through exactly twenty-seven pages of Sir Laguna's Personal Esthar Blog: the link Squall threw at him, the one that was labeled as a security breach, well: when Nida actually bothered to trace it correctly it was just a link to Laguna's blog. Full of questionable recipes ("Balamb Trout with Lemon Pepper Seasoning and Brussell Sprouts! Kiros Only Vomited Once"), and questionable advice ("When you're faced with a scary looking enemy, shoot him in the foot and run") and only one real thing that might be considered an actual security breach ("I WONDER IF SEeD EVEN LIKES ME. ALSO im DRUNK").

It's night, and Balamb Garden is floating softly over the ocean, and maybe this is the first mission he has ever completed by himself, and Nida is wondering how to report it when Squall walks in, all brusque irritance and sexy angles. No. Something else. Probably just irritated.

"Sir," Nida begins, and Squall just sighs and says, "Squall," like it's the easiest thing in the world.

"Squall," Nida tries again, "this is... would you like to read Sir Laguna's blog?"

There is a really long moment of silence -- and then Squall begins laughing. Nida isn't really even sure what to do: Squall's laugh is warm and rich and fucking sexy and it makes you want to join in except that Squall is the goddamned Commander and he's just the guy that pilots Garden and Nida shouldn't really be laughing with him.

"Do you," Nida dares, because it's dark out: "do you want me to post something as him?"

"Can you?" Squall asks, like it's the best gift he has ever been given, and when he comes over to crowd behind Nida, his fingers brushing Nida's arm as he points something out and his mouth inadvertently falling on Nida's hair one time while laughing, Nida tries to swallow it all down and just play along.

This is the worst first mission.

This is the best first mission.

FFVIII: Quistis/Anyone

[astrangerenters]

Creative uses of blue magic

Give Up Control (FFVIII, Quistis/Xu, NSFW)

[wallwalker]

(Contains: magic-assisted BDSM.)

The dark cloud surrounds you, and you gasp as you breathe in, feeling your arms and legs stiffen. Everything is black now, and all you can feel is the dampness of the mist against your bare skin.

The first time you did this - at your insistence - you were afraid, although you hid it well behind a mask of impatience. Your mind raced - spurred on by the effects of the magic - and your heart pounded in your chest. All you could do was wiggle your fingers and toes, and when Quistis spoke to you it was as if she had spoken from a great distance away. But the panic passed soon enough, and now you've done this often enough that you've become somewhat accustomed to it. Your heart pounds now, but only with anticipation.

"Xu? Are you all right?" Her voice echoes in your ears. It would seem an odd question to anyone who might see you, but you're used to it, by now. This was what you wanted, a way to give up your constant urge to control, to stop commanding and allow yourself to simply feel.

You tap your fingers against the bed. It's the only way that you have to communicate, and it works well enough, as a signal. You've created a complicated pattern that serves as a safeword, although you've yet to need to use it. Quistis insisted upon it in the first place; she was so terrified of hurting you, afraid that she wouldn't be able to exert enough control over her powers to prevent the toxic Marlboro venom from seeping into the darkness.

You've both learned a bit since then, but she still insists on making sure that you're all right before she touches you. You feel the light touch of her lips against your skin as she kisses your neck, each one amplified by the loss of your sight and the subtle twisting of your mind into something entirely new and different.

You can't moan, or lean into her touches. The magic has taken that away from you. But your fingers dig into the sheets beside you, and your breathing quickens as her mouth moves from your neck to the light curve of your breasts, and the soft moan she makes in her own throat assures you that she knows exactly what that means.

FFVIII: Selphie/Anyone

[mako_lies]

flying

Flying High (FFVIII, Selphie/Quistis, SFW)

[wallwalker]

"Whoo-hoooo! This is awesome!"

Selphie still loves trains, but she's really becoming fond of airships, too! It's really amazing, how fast the Ragnarok can go, and there are no tracks to worry about jumping or make you worry about where to go. Maybe she gets a little carried away, sitting in that pilot's seat, but really, is there anyone that can blame her, once they actually get the chance to try it?

"You fly like a demon," Quisty says after a particularly fun flight, as if she would know what that would actually mean! Still, she looks kinda green-ish, and Selphie has never known Quistis to get sick easily, so maybe she knows what she's talking about. It's just too bad that none of the others are there to compare notes.

"I don't!" she protests, jumping out of the pilot's seat. "I just fly fast, is all! What if something was chasing us, and we had to get away?"

"Nothing IS chasing us right now," Quistis retorts, pushing herself away from the wall, still wobbling on her feet. "Why fly so fast when we're not in any danger?"

"Practice!" Selphie answers brightly. "We shouldn't wait until we really need to go fast before we need it, do we?"

She laughs nervously, and puts a hand on Selphie's shoulder. "Your logic is impeccable," she says, "if a bit mad."

"You know I'm right," Selphie answers, and drives the point home with a kiss on the nose - she figured it might be a bad idea to kiss her on the mouth with her being sick, and all. "But if it's really bothering you, we can stop for a while."

Quistis nods. "I think my stomach would thank you."

FFVIII: Laguna/Squall

[seventhe]

"You can't actually be my dad."

FFVIII: Seifer/Xu

[seventhe]

They say love and hate are two sides of the same coin. They may be right.

FFVIII: Quistis/Laguna

[seventhe]

Maturity.

FFVIII: Zell/Irvine

[kristinmachina]

Zell is a sound sleeper. Irvine wakes him up with his mouth.

FFVIII: Squall/Irvine

[kristinmachina]

Lost memories of the beac.h by the old stone house

FFVIII: Quistis/Ellone

[wallwalker]

A few close calls

FFVIII, Seifer/Zell

[wallwalker]

Ultimate fishing showdown (of ultimate destiny)

[Blitzkiss] "Mouth to Mouth", FFVIII: Laguna/Squall(/???) + Ellone

[kristinmachina]

Sometimes Ellone’s powers worked in funny ways, and it struck without any advance warning.

Squall got no warning that he was going to pass out in the middle of the training complex in front of the junior SeeDs. He got no warning that he was about to be face-to-face with Laguna in his younger years--“face-to-face” meaning mouth-on-mouth.

And it was not just mouth on mouth. It was Laguna’s lips on his cheek and his chin and his neck. It was Laguna’s tongue between his lips and his teeth scraping against his skin.

Squall had no idea whose body he was occupying. Maybe it was his mom, or maybe Rinoa’s mom…no, it had to be someone Elle knew personally. Hyne knows, it may not have been a woman that his father was grinding against. He was pretty sure that they were both naked. He would have tried to take a feel, but Squall felt something tight binding his hands over his head. His father was into a little bondage, and that piece of information did not shock Squall in the least.

What did shock Squall was the fact that he was not totally disgusted to be sucking face with his dad. Maybe it was because Squall knew him more as just some dork, albeit a pretty attractive dork. Laguna had some serious oral skills, so clearly he and Squall could not be related.

What made Squall really uncomfortable were Laguna’s eyes. They stared so deep into him that Squall was sure that Laguna would notice a little intruder inside. Squall almost begged to look away, close those eyes, but he had no control.

It was all too intense, Laguna’s stare and the pleasure he was giving him. Squall felt like he was drowning. He wanted to drown. He felt a wave wash over him…

…And Squall woke up lying on the training room floor.

“Squall!” Zell shook him by the shoulder. “You ok?”

“Yeah,” Squall shook his head, rubbing his eyes. “Sort of. I think.”

“Was it Elle?” Zell whispered into his ear, after he helped Squall sit up, “Was Laguna making out with someone hot?” Zell said with a wink.

Squall looked down with horror that he had a clearly exciting dream, and the belts did nothing to hide it. He and Elle were going to have a serious talk, and his next diplomatic trip to Esthar would be more awkward than usual.