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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
Re: At First Sight (3/3): FFVI, Madeline/Maduin, PG
"Most likely," he said. She imagined herself walking back out into her own world, marrying Alan, and growing into an old lady, while a month passed here. Or staying here, gradually working her anchor free of the human world, and walking back into it a few years later to see how things had gone over the centuries.
"Who should I ask to guide me?" she asked him, as he prepared a meal for both of them. "Just... whoever's around?"
"Ifrit is usually an early riser, and he can help you with the obstacles of the cave," Maduin said. Somewhat unexpectedly, he left the cutting board and wiped off his hands, then came over to her, lifting the pendant that had hung around his neck. She'd seen it many times, and wondered what it was, but he'd never explained. Seeing what he meant to do, she lowered her head.
"You never told me what this is," she said, as she felt the weight of the chain, still warmed by his body, settle around her neck. The pendant itself was a simple stone, a smooth, milky, mostly-opaque green that reminded her of jade more than anything.
"It's a memento of our world for you," he said. "A talisman to keep you safe on your journey home."
"Is that what it was before?" she asked, but he just smiled and returned to chopping vegetables. A week ago, this had looked incongrous — a supernatural creature, a tall, shirtless, horned man who looked like he was carved of brown marble and fuzzed with violet moss, chopping up onions in a kitchen — but now it just felt familiar and domestic. She knew perfectly well it wasn't just the onions making her eyes sting, but that was the very reason she should go. If humans and Espers had such difficulties coexisting, there was no point to hanging around, getting more attached, waiting to be confronted by the inevitable; waiting to slip her anchor only to find she couldn't live with these people after all. She should go back now, and be satisfied that she'd had an experience that no one else in her world could boast.
So she went to bed early, and spent a sleepless night looking around a room lit by the strange twilight they had here; it wasn't moonlight, though they'd tried to approximate it. Finally, as the sky began lightening for their pseudo-dawn, she rose and dressed in her own clothes again, washed her face in the pure and icy-cold water that filled the basin automatically whenever she needed it, and slipped as silently as she could out of Maduin's front door.
The village felt like any village did this early in the morning; anyone who was awake was about their own business. Bakers would be baking, farmers tending their livestock — well, no livestock here — early risers in their own homes would be tending to food or fires or chores left unfinished the night before. Things would be starting soon, but they hadn't yet. There was no one around to ask as a guide, and the truth was, she didn't really want one. She didn't want to seek help from someone who didn't want her here in the first place, and she didn't want her last memory of this place to be anyone other than Maduin.
Madeline started up the path on her own her own. Maduin had never led her this way, but it was impossible to miss the mountain; that had to be the way out. The incline was gentle at first, but gradually grew more pronounced, and she was grateful for it. Having to throw all of herself into the climb meant she wasn't caught up in her thoughts. She wasn't entertaining second thoughts or regrets, and if she wished, occasionally, that she'd at least said goodbye to him, the distance she'd already traveled was a strong argument against turning back to remedy that. Don't look back, she told herself, the mantra that pushed her up the steepest parts, but when she reached the plateau it was only reasonable to stop and catch her breath.
The Esper world spread out before her like a tapestry, or maybe more like a patchwork quilt; vegetable gardens, herb gardens, pasture — sheep, of course, they had to have cloth, though she wondered how that worked for their wolves and the like — and houses. Trees, like punctuation marks, or bits of embroidery on squares of the quilt. A stream. She wondered if it flowed in from her own world, or if it came from magic somehow. She wanted to know so much more, about magic itself and how it worked, how they'd made this world of theirs, how the others lived. How and when others had tried to live with humans, what it had been like; what the others were like, because she'd only seen a few of them, and only in glimpses. She didn't want to go back to the blacksmith shop and her grandma's house and listening to people at the shop and the pub and the market talk about the king-emperor and his war and who'd been arguing with who in the village, who'd had an affair, who'd lost money and who'd cheated who. The buzz of anger and emotion in crowds, the tensions, the awkwardness, the way people looked at each other; maybe it was just that she'd met so few Espers, but all she felt from Maduin, all she felt here in general, was peace.
She got up to investigate the next step along the trail. A cave — a very dark cave, which might mean it was magical, because the opening was quite large — with a suspension bridge leading through the void. She went back to the rock she'd found. There'd be plenty of time for that soon enough. She wanted to be sure she was steady before she tried that. It was one thing to try all manner of risks while exploring, but doing the same just to return to boring old routine was something else again.
She wasn't sure how long she sat, or when the sound had started, but when she realized she was hearing it — breathing, and the scraping of rocks — she realized she'd been hearing it for a while. Someone else climbing up here? She wasn't in such a hurry to return to her own world that she couldn't wait to see who was coming this way.
And she wasn't so dim as to be very surprised when Maduin's was the head that emerged at the top of the trail. Though she couldn't fault him for looking surprised at the sight of her, resting calmly on a large rock while he labored up the trail. He pulled himself up the rest of the way, and stood before her, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath even as he said, "If you don't want to go back, you can stay here."
Madeline stood up. "But you said Espers and humans can't coexist," she said, teasing a little, as she walked towards him. He straightened up, which altered her plans just a little. She had to get up on tiptoes to kiss him.
"How do we know for sure?" he asked, reaching out to touch her face, very lightly, with one clawed hand. "Unless we try for ourselves?"
"There's only one way to find out," she agreed. About many things. For instance, how to kiss a man deeply when he had fangs.
Re: At First Sight (3/3): FFVI, Madeline/Maduin, PG