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2014 Final Fantasy Kiss Battle
RULES
- All prompts will be organized by fandom, using Master Links. When leaving prompts, please put it under the right canon! If in a compilation canon, please include 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 2014
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
FINAL FANTASY VIII
FFVIII: Fujin/Quistis
FINAL FANTASY VIII, Seifer/Rinoa
FINAL FANTASY VIII: Quistis/Zell
FFVIII: Quistis/Rinoa
"Keeping Count" FFVIII: Quistis/Rinoa "PG-T"
(Anonymous) 2014-02-06 03:21 am (UTC)(link)They've learned this since entering The Castle.
Rinoa's fingers are light and expected on Quistis' arm, seeking contact but not intrusion. Her hand is cold. Quistis is pretty sure her own skin is like stone beneath the touch. She feels like stone. It is not possible to feel like anything else, this deep in the Time Compression. Where everything is borders, and nothing is borders. Where she's half convinced her molecules will drift apart, vibrate themselves off into endless stillness if she isn't making the conscious effort to keep them in place.
“Wow, you really are running low.” It's only a murmur to begin with, but sound doesn't work right here either. It's all clipped off, swallowed up, muffled. Fingers flatten into a palm against her shoulder, and the suggestion of warmth. Quistis sighs, and shifts, wraps her arms around the sorceress, pulls her up close so that they're pressed forehead to cheek, and settles back against the remnants of a statue. Rinoa has a hand on her neck now, the other wrapped around a shoulder more firmly. That suggestion of heat all over now. Skin humming electric on skin where it touches as the magic flows easier now.
Somewhere outside the circle of their arms, she knows the others are there. Vague shapes, vague voices, all drowned in Ultimecia's enchantments. Even if senses worked properly here, she's too exhausted to care. It's obvious Rinoa is too; her eyelashes flutter lazily against Quistis' cheek, and she makes no move to fix the hair that's fallen into her face. Quistis does it for her.
Rinoa is the only real thing that Quistis has felt since they've been in here. Minutes? Years? Superfluous. Probably, superfluous.
“I am.” She says, finally. “Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
They stay there. Suspended indefinitely as power slowly builds in Quistis' bloodstream, spells stocking into a buzzing familiar knot at the back of her brain. She let's her mind go blank and just focuses on feeling this one real thing, until something useful clicks into place.
“Would you like a Sleep?” She offers, Rinoa responds with a slight shake of her head, dislodging her hair again. Stubborn little girl playing revolution. Stubborn little girl Quistis suddenly misses very badly.
She brushes the hair away again, presses a kiss to Rinoa's forehead, then, wanting more, her nose, her temple which makes Rinoa squirm.
The sudden jolt of a full set of spells as Rinoa pulls her down and brings their mouths together.
Re: "Keeping Count" FFVIII: Quistis/Rinoa "PG-T"
Re: "Keeping Count" FFVIII: Quistis/Rinoa "PG-T"
FFVIII: Seifer/Irvine
FFVIII: Selphie/Seifer
FFVIII: Selphie/Irvine
"Recovery Room 4", Selphie/Irvine (PG for language)
Bad, bad idea. The pain intensifies to somewhere around the owfuckowFUCK OW! range, bright white fire in his ribcage and shoulders and what feels like every single muscle. Along with sensation comes memory - attack on a fortified base, busting into a locked room, some sort of miniaturized Behemoth crashing into him from the side. That would explain the busted ribs, at least.
"Curaga," says a light voice from a few feet away, followed by "Regen" as the gentle warmth of the spell replaces the burn of torn muscles and the white-hot stabs of broken ribs.
Even without her voice, he'd know Selphie by the feel of her spells. All of his friends have a different taste or scent or feel to their magic - Zell's Cure spells are like being punched with a fist that's been dipped in mint chocolate, Quistie's are precise and tart and rimmmed with blue, and Rinoa's feel like sticking his finger in an outlet and drinking pink lemonade at the same time. Selphie's healing magic smells like oranges and feels like her lips on his skin, his favorite by far.
"Thanks, Sefie", he says, not opening his eyes (too bright, the lights in the room positioned right over the bed, dropping straight into his pupils if he's not careful - and he's spent enough time in this bed to know that).
"You overgrown idiot," she says as she smoothes the hair back from his forehead. "You know better than to run into a blind room without backup. What the hell were you thinking?" There's no malice in her voice, just the faded edge of fear after it's turned to anger and burnt itself out.
He turns his head to face her (ow ow ow bubbling over the Regen knitting him back together) and opens one eye. Her hair is a mess, there is a small cut over one thin eyebrow, and her right arm is in a sling (sprained, he'll find out later). She looks tired and worn-out and triumphant at the same time with smudges on her cheek and new dents in her weapon - his warrior princess, the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
"Not entirely sure, darlin'," he says, grabbing her hand and gently kissing the backs of her fingers. "Seem to remember thinkin' that if the monsters were beating me up, they'd be too busy to go after you." She smiles, exasperated and affectionate at the same time. The same expression she always makes when he gets hurt trying to keep her safe (pointless, he knows, but it's the deep-down chivalry in him demanding that he protect his lady fair). She sighs and leans down to kiss him. Her lipgloss has the same taste of oranges as her Cure spell, and her good hand fists in his hopelessly tangled hair. "Easy, tiger," he mutters after she nips at his lower lip, "I'm still bleeding, y'know."
"And I'll make you bleed even more if you keep pulling stunts like that," she says, bumping her nose against his. "No more getting hurt for me, 'k?"
"Yes ma'am," he says, and smiles when she giggles.
Re: "Recovery Room 4", Selphie/Irvine (PG for language)
Re: "Recovery Room 4", Selphie/Irvine (PG for language)
Re: "Recovery Room 4", Selphie/Irvine (PG for language)
FFVIII: Laguna/Squall
FFVIII: Irvine/Laguna
FFVIII: Kiros/Laguna
FFVIII: Cid/Edea
(Anonymous) 2014-02-04 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)FFVIII: Cid/Edea
(Anonymous) 2014-02-04 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)FFVIII: Quistis/Xu
(Anonymous) 2014-02-04 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)FFVIII: Cid/Edea
(Anonymous) 2014-02-04 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)"To Have and to Hold", FFVIII: Cid/Edea, G
He looks very handsome in his suit and silk vest and tie. And he looks very nervous.
The priest drones on about the sacred duties of matrimony, but Edea purses her lips like a fish, daring Cid to laugh.
"You look beautiful," he mouths silently as the priests asks anyone in attendance if they'd like to object.
Cid arches an eyebrow at Edea, twisting his mouth. They are both thinking, if anyone dared object to a sorceress's wedding, a funeral will soon proceed this ceremony.
Poor Cid's hands still tremble as he excitedly wriggles the ring onto Edea's finger, and Edea gently holds Cid's hand still to slip the ring onto his.
Vows complete, the priest pronounce them husband and wife.
"Finally," Edea says none too softly as Cid hauls her in for the biggest kiss of their lives.
FFVIII: Edea[&/]Rinoa
FFVIII: Selphie/Irvine
FFVIII: Selphie/Squall
FFVIII: Selphie/Rinoa/Quistis
[FFVIII] Nida/Seifer
FFVIII: Seifer/Zell