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2013 KISS BATTLE!

Final Fantasy Kissing Battle 2013

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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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Depths and heights / it is always a battle

the elements are restless

control freaks

She can keep up with them. She can! And she's so determined to prove it that when she stumbles and falls, scraping her knee on the pebbled path, Rydia gets right back up again. Tears burn in her eyes, and she tries to hurry her steps to match Cecil's. If they don't make it to Fabul in time...if she's too slow and they can't get there...

She can keep up with them. She can!

Until she falls again, and Rosa finds her. Rydia curls her legs up and looks desperately at a small patch of grass clinging to the mountainside, anywhere but at Rosa's face. "You must be brave," Rosa had said earlier, and with her encouragement, Rydia had found it in herself to call upon the flames, to melt the ice.

"I can get up," Rydia says, trying not to cry. She has to be brave! For Rosa and Cecil. For Fabul. If she can cast fire, she can deal with a silly scrape, can't she? She uses her rod to try and get back on her feet. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

But Rosa's hand finds her shoulder, keeping her down. "Let me help."

Shame courses through Rydia as soon as Rosa sets down her bow and kneels down before her, her soft, gentle hand resting on her wounded leg. "Don't waste your energy," Rydia pleads with her. Rosa's only just recovered, and their journey has been difficult already. Rosa needs to conserve her strength.

But Rosa just smiles kindly as she whispers her incantation, and Rydia feels a slight pressure, a tingling sensation running down her leg as her wound stitches itself back together. It's not like drinking a potion, not like anything she's ever felt. It's not the rumbling power she feels when she calls. It's not the same punishing heat as her fire spell. Instead it's a soothing warmth, as warm as Rosa's smile and as warm as her mother's embrace had been on a cold night in Mist. A pang of longing swells up within her and makes the tears come all the more, even though Rosa's magic has left her skin clean and healed.

Rosa removes her hand. "Now there's a second stage to this spell, but you must promise not to tell."

"Not even Cecil?"

Rosa shakes her head. "Especially not Cecil."

The sad thoughts of her mother, of Mist, fall away at the idea of learning something special, something new from Rosa. And only Rydia can know! She has to pay attention. She has to be brave.

"Tell me," Rydia says, wiping her eyes.

Rosa merely leans forward, pressing her lips to Rydia's knee. Rydia's own mother had done this back home whenever Rydia had fallen down. It's not really a spell, is it? It's not really magic.

And yet Rydia feels tons better, enough to spring to her feet without Rosa's assistance. "Healing magic is never a waste if someone needs help," Rosa tells her. "Will you remember that?"

She nods, grasping her rod tightly. "I will," she promises as they start to walk again.

She can't walk as fast as Cecil, but it doesn't matter. Rydia keeps pace with Rosa instead. She can keep up with her. She can.

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.

YES x10000000000

yes good.

Oh Nida.

Oh. Oh, they're heartbreaking together, and I love the similarities and differences, the way Lulu sees Yuna's magic.

;;

oh my God

dying

DYING FOREVER

Sev you are a glorious human being, I just want you to know that

Edge

Kain

I just

yes A++++++ forever you win the battle.

Forever

oh gosh they are so adorable!

I love this Ashe, young and hopeful and full of love and light; not yet broken by war and death, and I love this Rasler, prickly and prideful and yet trying to do the right thing.

Thank you so much.

Loved this <3

He has always been steady, measured even; he is nothing if not meticulous. She knows he would not have volunteered for this if he was not certain it would work. Yet Yunalesca watches him warily as she prepares the ritual implements; this is not something that can be undone with a flick of her fingers and a shaped spell.

He catches her hand, presses a kiss to the back of her fingers. "We will succeed," he tells her. "Have faith. I will always be with you."

She nods and lays out the last items, then steps back. She has bathed already, as has he; she strips to the skin and he does likewise, her mirror and her completion.

"I promised you forever, 'Lesca," he says. "I will not forget."

Zaon stands in the center of the circle, and she feels her blood stir at the sight of him, as it always has. As she promised it always would.

She anoints him with oil and holy water, and herself with the mirrored sigils. They both drink deep of the bitter potion she has brewed, and she gags on the taste of sage. He splutters a little and makes a face like she's burned dinner again (she was never a very good cook.) It makes her laugh, and that makes this seem less terrifying, especially when he laughs as well.

The last step of the ritual stops her laughter cold. The knife is heavy and cold in her hand. Zaon meets her eyes steadily, and keeps his hands loose at his side. He knows, and he does not try to stop her. He suggested it.

She has to close her eyes. She cannot do so and succeed.

She takes a deep breath and drives the dagger into his heart; even as his blood spills hot and red on her hands, she pulls it out and drives it into her own. They fall to the floor together, their blood mixing, and the pain is so great she can scarcely think. She cannot breathe. Her lungs are heavy and she is drowning in her own blood.

The word of power that drives a spell has never been so hard to say. Her lips shape it and her vocal cords tear as she speaks it.

She finds herself, naked and bloody like a newborn babe, curled in the protective arms of a statue. Zaon hums within her, his spirit a support and a comfort as he has always been. Such power cannot be borne for long, and she knows that setting it free will destroy her utterly, but to defeat Yu Yevon, she would do anything.

Even sacrifice Zaon.

She presses her lips to the cold stone of the statue, feeling Zaon's love wrap around her. Naked, she leaves her apartments, and strides through the streets of Zanarkand with war-paint made of her husband's blood. Naked, without so much as a staff or a ring, she faces Yu Yevon. She tears him apart and sends his soul in a seething maelstrom of magic that destroys the city along with them both, and lets herself collapse at last.

Some time later, she rises, an Unsent. Only Zaon's statue appears to have survived the battle intact. She drags it, inch by painful inch, to the heart of the ruined city. Above her, pyreflies start to coalesce into a giant being.

She has succeeded, and she has failed--but there will be others. She told the priests of her intention, and they took their leader Zaon at his word when he assured them that it would stop Yu Yevon.

Yunalesca climbs up the statue to curl up in Zaon's arms, and presses a kiss to his lips. Without him inside her to give the statue life, the stone is only stone, and cold against her lips.

Forever never seemed so short.

Edited (subject line fix) 2013-02-09 05:02 (UTC)

fuck yes

Wow. Yes. This. Yes. I just can't with how amazing this is. Edea protecting her children aaaaaaaaaah.

oh my god baby Rydia so determined aaaaaaaaaaaaah

This is so adorable. ♥

aaaaaaah

ahhhhh so adorable and so sad ;;

Sazh ;;

You are indeed champion avoider. You and Vanille are a matched set that way.

Loved this, amazing imagery with 'war-paint made of her husband's blood' - I just find their whole relationship fascinating. Thank you!

Glad to hear it! I immediately thought of Setzer & Daryl when the auction house was mentioned XD

Glad you liked it!

I may have to write an alternate ending where the old lady wins out after all XDD

Thanks! :D

Me neither! Glad you liked it :3

Brrrrr, this is chilling and also beautiful.

This is lovely. I adore the dynamic you've created between them, and her hopeful thoughts (which are also sad, from our perspective, and it makes a nice contrast).

The pendant’s chain wrapped around her hand. She flicked her wrist, and it twirled the opposite direction, coiling around her fingers until the pendant struck her knuckles. Back and forth.

At Lenna’s approach, the pirate caught the pendant in her palm, lowering her hand. She sighed deeply, then shifted her weight, and dashed the contents of her pipe, letting the dimly lit sparks and ash fly free on the evening wind. After an extended examination of the flute, she packed it away in a pocket.

At long last, when Lenna didn’t speak, Faris did. “Need somethin’?”

“If you knew, why didn’t you tell me?” Lenna asked. There was a softness to her voice. A strength, too. No doubt, royals perfected that type of thing.

“Had an hunch,” Faris admitted. “Didn’t know, not like ye say it.”

Lenna nodded. “Are you going to be alright?”

Faris’ lips moved in answer, but no sound came out. She chuckled, breathless.

“Ye remember,” she asked, rolling her voice deeply under her tongue, as though burying the words would bury the pain. “When I were young and foolish; I burned up my arms all over. And ye were such a tiny thing, barely even knew how to talk yet, but ye snuck in when they laid me up and ye kissed the bandages, sayin’ it would make all th’ hurt go away.”

Lenna clasped her hands together, tilting her head ever so slightly as she listened with rapt attention. Faris doubted she did remember; she had no way of knowing, either way – that little girl was a ghost of a memory, and here she had a queen.

“Well.” Faris scratched at the nape of her neck, and sighed. “Ye can’t heal everything with a few kind words. Those burns still hurt, and so does this.”

Closing her eyes, Lenna breathed deeply in, then deeply out. “Sarisa-...”

“Now look here,” Faris interrupted, and her sister’s eyes snapped open. “We ain’t been family longer than we been strangers. Let it go, princess.” Shaking her head, she turned away, and put distance between them. “Let me be.”

Aaaawww, poor cursed babies. Ow. ;~;

Stupid curses and dusty old tomes!

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2013 KISS BATTLE!

DD:FF - Kain/Lightning

FFIV/FFVII: Rydia/Reno

FFVIII/Gundam Wing, Quistis/Quatre

FFIV OGC: "Healing," Mini!Rydia + Rosa, G

Misunderstandings (Squall/Nida, PG13)

Re: Misunderstandings (Squall/Nida, PG13)

Re: Misunderstandings (Squall/Nida, PG13)

Re: Reflections (Lulu/Yuna, PG)

Re: Mythology (Kain/Edge, PG13)

FFX: Yunalesca/Zaon

Re: FFXII: Ashe/Rasler, "Sunburn" (G)

Re: Equilibrium Unbalanced (Ultimecia/Edea, PG-13)

Union, Yunalesca/Zaon, PG-13 (Warning for blood, character death)

Re: Equilibrium Unbalanced (Ultimecia/Edea, PG-13)

Re: FFIV OGC: "Healing," Mini!Rydia + Rosa, G

Re: Sunrise (Sazh & Vanille, PG)

Re: Union, Yunalesca/Zaon, PG-13 (Warning for blood, character death)

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

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

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

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

Re: Union, Yunalesca/Zaon, PG-13 (Warning for blood, character death)

Re: FFXII: Ashe/Rasler, "Sunburn" (G)

Cut Loose, FFV, Lenna&Faris, PG

Re: Thou Shalt Not Kiss Dragons (Beowulf/Reis, PG)