ff_exchange | 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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Because it always ends so well.

Centuries after Lufenia's scattered survivors have ceased to amuse her, Tiamat finds herself interested in a small creature again. There are four of them now climbing the tower, three bearing the evidence of her murdered kindred and one with the symbol of her triumph, the darkened heart of the sky howling with her echoes. She cares nothing for the former but cannot turn her eyes away from the latter; a force sharp as lightning runs between them, arcing between the blackness of the crystal and the space behind Tiamat's ribs.

The small creature is both wizard and warrior, a storm of swords and spells. Female, if the creature fits the same mold as the Lufenians. She fights and runs and bleeds, hair and cape fluttering around her, but she is most interesting when she takes the dark crystal from her pack and peers at it, eyes wide and black, hand fisted to her chest. She feels the bolts, as well; perhaps she sees Tiamat peering back through her reflection.

Her companions keep pulling her away, babbling promises and platitudes. Perhaps those three will die before they reach Tiamat's lair. It would be better if they did; Tiamat doesn't know yet what her fascination will compel her to, but she would rather have her creature alone, wide-eyed and fluttering, while she figures it out.

Pin her down like a butterfly, slip tongues between her thighs, and watch her writhe. Dig a set of teeth into every limb, hear her cries, and rend. Tiamat does not hoard as Lich did, nor is she satisfied only by destruction, as Marilith was; the wind and its mistress cherish and ravage in a dance of whims. All Tiamat craves consistently are her mouths on her creature's flesh.

So she watches through the ancient scrying plates left by the Lufenians, feeling her heart jolt with the pulse far below. When the creature next looks at her crystal, Tiamat stares unblinking through it and flicks all her tongues over her lips.

The creature stares back, shuddering. Her soft red mouth parts before her companions pull her away.

They have a long way yet to go, but anticipation whets Tiamat's appetite.