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2013 KISS BATTLE!

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

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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aslkd;alskd yes.

YOU'RE HIRED

I am dying.

it was just some dude's dad

Holy balls

if I go back alone, I'll get a different answer

DYING

HUFILDSAHJFLDSAFHDSALIHDSLAKFJDSKALNVJDSKALHJDSALHFJDLSA

FUCKING DYING

ALSO WHAT THE FUCK YOU MADE BCK ACTUALLY SOUND LIKE AN INTERESTING CHARACTER

Eeee, these two.

Locke has some hard lessons to learn if he wants to make this work.

OMG YAY. I have so many ♥s for Darryl here, and the old lady is kind of stealing the show for me.

I love this! I can never get enough Setzer/Daryl!

One (or both) imagine it's someone else.

"Death," Terra says, and it's so soft Locke can't tell if she's talking to the fire or to him. He looks up, though, because he really wants to know what she means as long as it isn't too hard.

"Can they ...forgive you for that?" she asks, and Locke's heart twists up in a knot: her face is so tight, so dark, but the shadows all look like Rachel and she isn't at all what he thought the Elder meant when he'd sent come to Narshe; Empire's weapon arriving by pigeon.

"My---" he says, and then chokes on it; my lady, he wants to say, my dear, but what comes out is, "My love," and it catches in his throat. "My love died," he gets out eventually, "and it was my fault."

Terra looks at him, and her eyes are big dark pools. "I'm not sure I believe that," she says, and in her eyes Locke sees the truth, the way she personally smote each and every of her kills, and he damns the Empire again.

He takes her hand, pulls her close: kisses her hand, her forehead, the side of her mouth. "Somebody forgives us, if we feel bad enough," he says, and as Terra rests her head on his shoulder and sighs, Locke hopes fervently that it's true.

Edited 2013-02-09 03:33 (UTC)

"You're not that good of a kisser!" "Wanna bet?"

LOOK

I AM EDGE OKAY

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

this is amazing.

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

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.

Edited (DRUNKEN TYPO POSTED THIS BEFORE I WAS READY) 2013-02-09 03:47 (UTC)

She and Yuna are close and yet not-close - they both breathe magic, but Yuna's is of-life while hers is not; they share beliefs but hers are stone-cold while Yuna's are youth-warm; they share a history, but Yuna keeps hers warm and breathing while Lulu lies hers to rest separate in glistening cold gardens - but Lulu can overlook this, and does, up until the night when Yuna obtains Valefor and comes cold and shaking into her bed.

"How can I bear it?" Yuna whispers to her in the night: and Lulu remembers the brave, triumphant, gleaming beacon-smile Yuna gave the entire populace of Besaid and thinks, sister, not-sister, you are like and unlike me in ways you don't yet know.

"Bear what?" she asks, because she is cruel as well as kind.

"Their eyes," Yuna says. "They're all looking at me like I'm... like I'm the next Lord Braska," and Lulu's heart twists, because Yuna has never called her father naught but Da to Lulu's ears.

"My lady," Lulu says, and she raises herself up on an elbow to look down at Yuna: in her lady's eyes she sees skies and eternities; this is not the first time she has viewed Valefor's wings through a mortal's eyes and in her own bed. "Yuna," she says then, because the glassy separation is something she cannot bear: and Yuna breaks, and gasp-sobs, and throws her arms about Lulu's neck.

The kiss is warm, and somewhat messy - Yuna may not know what she is doing, but youth and need make up for much, and Lulu finds herself pulling her not-sister even closer, trying to impart messages with lips and tongue that her mouth and throat don't dare to give.

"Don't leave me," Yuna says, and Lulu doesn't know - doesn't dare ask - what Yuna is asking.

"Of course not," she says, because the answer has always been the same: and she lets Yuna draw her down again.

"It isn't for your benefit that I do this," Fran said.

they will both always feel unequal

He has followed her this far.

He doesn't expect it.

Sazh has been up all night: Gran Pulse is a strange place, and the sounds make his nightmares broad and encompassing, worlds in which he can wander for days without finding Dajh -- he'll take being awake, thank you very much, with the firm feel of his girls strapped to his thighs and maybe he's a little tired the next day but that's why they invented potions, isn't it? Sazh is tired of being tired; but he's tired of sleeping too, because all the strangeness makes him miss his son, and he can't really deal with that much.

"Are you waiting for the white flash?" she chirps behind him.

Vanille: they've talked, but oh, they haven't really talked since before Brynhildr, since before the fire, since before the guns: Sazh is A Plus Plus One Hundred Percent Great at avoidance, because it's how he has lived this whole life, and it's sitting there now between them, hovering like an untorn bomb. He's afraid to look at it, because he's afraid to tear it open with the weight of his gaze: there's forgiveness and there isn't; there's grace and there's blame.

"What's the white flash?" he asks, 'cause that seems safe enough.

"On Gran Pulse," she says, coming to sit beside him, and her voice is soft - softer than it should be; soft like people who want something - "when somebody really wants something, they sit up all night and wait for the sun to come up. And when it does, you have to look, but you can't look too close -- like you do with something you want real bad," and her voice is tangible, all the things in it that Sazh hears but doesn't want to.

"Yeah," he says, because she seems to want something.

"And once the sun breaks the horizon," Vanille continues, and her voice sounds a little like tears, "if you see a bright flash of white, it means that -- I don't know, Pulse, or maybe Etro or somebody, that you'll get your wish."

Sazh swallows against a sudden barrier. "Vanille," he begins--- but the sun is cresting over the ragged edges of Gran Pulse, bright and sharp like a knife - both the sun and the world - and Sazh waits, his breath in his throat, and he can't tell whether it's a white flash he sees or if it's the reflection of his own tears as he closes his eyes.

"Sazh," Vanille begins, a response: and Sazh pulls her close in a hug.

"No," he says, his lips pressing against her hair: the crown of her head, her temple, her cheekbone. "It's alright," he says, as her own lips brush his throat, his cheek, the corner of his mouth: they are like a flash of white in themselves. "Don't," he says, and he's pretty sure he's asking her not to say it, because there ain't no white flash that can ever face that down.

Vanille snuggles up against him, and he rests his chin on her head, and somehow his hand intertwines with hers as the sun crests above Gran Pulse.

Caretakers

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2013 KISS BATTLE!

Re: In Her Veins (Terra/Celes, PG)

Re: FFVIII/Backwards Clock

Re: Mythology (Kain/Edge, PG13)

Re: FFVIII/Backwards Clock

Re: FFVIII/Backwards Clock

Re: FFVIII/Backwards Clock

Re: [BlitzKiss!] Tactical Retreat, FFV, Fariz/Butz, PG-13

FFVI: Kefka/Celes/Locke

Re: Ante up! (Setzer/Daryl, PG)

Re: FFVIII/Backwards Clock

Re: Ante up! (Setzer/Daryl, PG)

FFVI: Edgar/Setzer

Nights (Locke/Terra, PG)

FFVI: Locke/Setzer

Re: Mythology (Kain/Edge, PG13)

FFVIII: Zell/Irvine

Re: FFVII, Scarlet/Scarlet, PG (Light Selfcest)

FFVIII: Squall/Irvine

Equilibrium Unbalanced (Ultimecia/Edea, PG-13)

Reflections (Lulu/Yuna, PG)

FFXII: Ashe/Balthier

FFXIII: Snow/Hope

FFXIII: Lightning/Sazh

Sunrise (Sazh & Vanille, PG)

D:FF - Laguna/Tifa