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2013 KISS BATTLE!
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
FFI: White Mage/Red Mage
i know, i am so predictable.
Better: FFI: White Mage/Red Mage, Explicit
Xue's scrubbing dead monster bits off his hammer when Imri ducks inside the tent and says, "May I request your services?"
Face warming, Xue clears this throat. "Maybe this should wait until after supper."
"That was an actual request for medical treatment."
"Oh. Right."
Imri chuckles, then winces and sets his hand low on his hip. "One of those wyverns kicked me harder than I realized. I'm pretty much tapped for the day, so..."
He's still healing slowly; burns are tricky even with magic. As he unlaces his trousers, Xue sets his hammer aside. It's been an uneventful hike back to Lefein, nothing that should have taxed Imri's magical abilities unless he's in worse shape than he's letting on.
Imri pulls his trousers down far enough to reveal a bruise the size of an ogre's fist at the junction of his hip and thigh; he's lucky not to be dealing with a broken pelvis or a more serious case of internal bleeding. Xue gathers a healing spell in his hand, then, after a moment's second-guessing, sucks the magic into his mouth. Imri hisses long and low as Xue's lips press against the middle of the bruise.
The discoloration fades from the center out, leaving an uneven ring of purple. Xue cleans it up with languid passes of his tongue. Between his increasingly ragged breaths, Imri laughs and says, "Tease."
Xue makes one last, thorough circle with his tongue before replying, "Why do you think I'm teasing?"
"Because supper's going to be ready any—nnng."
He's already hard when Xue eases his cock free of his trousers. Xue licks the underside from base to tip, leaving a shining white trail of magic, before wrapping his lips around the head. They've had precious little time to learn each other's body, but Xue has always been a quick study, and Imri has never been shy about his preferences.
"Never mind supper," Imri decides, panting.
Xue presses forward, taking more in, breathing in the concentrated blend of sweat and leather. His tongue tingles with the fading magic; he can only imagine how it feels on more sensitive flesh. As he settles into a rhythm, Imri's fingers twine through his hair.
"I should have said something so much earlier," Imri babbles. "Should have just pounced on you after the sea shrine. Should have—"
Xue caresses the inside of his thigh with another healing spell, and none of the subsequent syllables quite form words. Imri's gorgeous like this, muscles trembling under his skin, nonsense riding out on his uneven breaths. Xue stiffens his tongue, hollows his cheeks, and draws him slowly over the edge.
As Imri comes down, knees near buckling, Xue wipes his mouth and asks, "Feel better?"
"Thoroughly." Imri kneels to cup his face and press a quick, fierce kiss to his lips. "Have I told you lately how the next time we sleep on a mattress, I want you to pound me into it?"
His hand is working its way under Xue's robe, warm with enough magic to call his earlier claim into question. Xue leans into the touch. "You might have mentioned."
"Supper's ready," Luna announces, her voice alarmingly close. Xue turns to find her peering into the tent as she adds, "Caz cooked, so remember to pretend you like it."
Imri only nods, withdrawing his hand, while Xue quietly wishes for the earth to crack open and swallow them all. At the very least, the tent pole could fall over and knock a little amnesia into their heads. "How long have you been watching?" he forces himself to ask.
"Since supper was ready," she replies blithely, and lets the tent flap fall.
Re: Better: FFI: White Mage/Red Mage, Explicit
*CACKLE*
And NO, NO I DO NOT MIND AT ALL. This was perfection. *___* Hot and detailed in all the right places. As usual, you manage to hit on tiny party details that just make me grin. ♥
(I also LOL at how many FF1 pieces basically come down to you, me, and
Re: Better: FFI: White Mage/Red Mage, Explicit
GO TEAM! *\o/*
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Wounded: FFI: White Mage/Red Mage, G
"I can do it myself," Rutil snapped. He'd hidden his black eye behind a carefully-placed lock of his hair and a strategic tilt of his hat, but the injured ankle was unmistakeable. Rutil was always so concerned with appearances -- Niveus even suspected he had been using magic, a precious commodity in the wilderness, to keep his plume standing tall. By the time Niveus had gotten in to look at it, Rutil's foot had swollen up so badly they'd had to cut him out of his boot.
"No," Niveus said. "We'll need your magic for the battle ahead. I can repair it more efficiently. I know you find it hard to believe, but sometimes things need an expert's hand, not a dabbler’s.” He gently lifted the red mage's leg and cradled the foot in his arm.
"It's not that I doubt your skill--" Rutil began, then winced as Niveus shifted his foot in his grasp.
"Really?" Niveus said, closing his eyes to feel for the break. A small, warm spark leapt from his fingers, seeping deep into Rutil's flesh, seeking what was unwhole and settling there. "Because sometimes it certainly seems that way." He danced his fingers across the vivid purple blotches rising on Rutil's ankle, finally hovering, hesitant, over the top of his foot.
"Rutil?"
"Yes?" the red mage asked, letting out a breath as Niveus's magic flowed along his veins.
"How were you standing on this? The bone is broken clear through."
"Are you going to lecture me about my foolishness?" Rutil said. There was an acidic tinge to his words, but he avoided Niveus’s gaze.
“Later,” Niveus said. “For a man who complains when he steps in a mud puddle,” he said, “that’s an uncommon show of valor.” Niveus gripped Rutil’s ankle more tightly now that his magic had dulled the pain somewhat, to make certain the bone would knit straight. “It’s not a shameful thing to be injured, you know. You don’t have to hide it like you hide your face under that hat.” Niveus reached out to brush away that lock of hair that always hung in front of Rutil’s eyes; the red mage started to flinch away, to lift his hand to ward off the white mage’s touch, but then seemed to think better of it. His eyes settled on Niveus’s gaze for the first time, and Niveus saw there a surprising mix of confusion and fear.
Right now, Rutil wasn’t the jaded, academy-trained wizard, all flash and arrogance and self-assured poise. He was a man who had staggered on a shattered ankle until he could no longer walk because he could not abide a show of weakness, who feared to put himself in another’s care, and was surprised by words of gentleness.
He was also, Niveus reflected, rather an uncommonly handsome fellow, once you stripped away the all the artifice. Niveus gave Rutil a small, reassuring smile, then dipped his head to press his lips against the swollen curve of Rutil’s ankle, whispering the words of his spell. Rutil bit back a gasp as torn flesh and bone twisted back together, sending a momentary shock of pain arcing along his lower leg before it was washed away in a sudden flood of soothing warmth. Niveus quieted him with a gentle kiss to his lips, holding him until his spell was worked through.
“Is…that how they do white magic in the Melmond countryside?” Rutil asked, when he had caught his breath. Niveus chuckled.
“No,” he said. “That was just healer’s intuition. Let’s go see if Praeda has some new boots for you in her seemingly bottomless bags, hm?” Niveus stood up and offered his hand, and if Rutil hesitated before taking it, it was only for a moment.
Re: Wounded: FFI: White Mage/Red Mage, G
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