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2014 Final Fantasy Kiss Battle

Final Fantasy Kissing Battle 2014

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All prompts will be organized by fandom, using Master Links. When leaving prompts, please put it under the right canon! If in a compilation canon, please include 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!

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FINAL FANTASY KISS BATTLE 2014

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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*SCREAMS* This gave me chills. Fuck. I love it.

Ah, thank you! I really love the bittersweetness and sense of understanding I see these two having, so I'm very glad that came through here.

Dear Lord! I never expected someone to actually fill my prompt, thank you so much! Disturbing indeed, but I knew what I was getting into when I asked for this pairing xD I very much enjoyed your story, the narration is exquisite and it has so many powerful metaphors.

I really like your characterisations, Madeline in particular. I like that she was an intelligent and educated young woman and Gestahl’s schemes stripped her not only of what she had, but what she was. (As he’ll later do with her daughter.) And Madeline’s father being Gestahl’s former associate is such an interesting concept! The first time I played the game I was expecting that Maddie would turn out to be someone from Gestahl’s past, either his daughter or an unrequited love, but the game fell short of my expectations, so I really love what you came up with here, something like this makes Maddie’s on-screen death even more dramatic and meaningful: Gestahl got his payback, and later Maddie’s own daughter would return him the favour.

I also love how and where you included the quote from the prompt, that was such an excellent touch ;)

Oh god, and that “sex” scene was bloodcurdling! I think you managed to keep Gestahl in character even through this one. He’s impatient and demanding and at the very bottom only cares about power and control, not about satisfying his primal urges, which was perfectly conveyed here, though poor Maddie had to suffer through Gestahl’s failed display of dominance. And I can see Gestahl sort of compensating for this failure with his later actions.

The ending was perfect, and I love how it ties in with the game’s main storyline. Absolutely fantastic!

This is utterly amazing! I love the spine-chilling twist, I could sense something horrifying coming but this is BRILLIANT!

Thank you! <3 Augh, there was SO MUCH packed into this game's ending sequence I could barely stand it! I would read the sequel to the Durai papers so hard if it were a thing.

...also, there might, um, be more of this at my journal, just sayin'. (There is also even more of it on my hard drive, which I'll post if anyone's reading it. I know you in particular are crazy-busy and so I don't expect big ol' reviews/comments, but fuck if formatting stuff for DW isn't a bitch, so if no one's reading I'll be a lazyass mofo who doesn't post, lol.)

The so-called "submarine" was not meant for four people. It definitely was not meant for four Light Warriors each carrying their own weight in equipment and supplies. In fact, Clef is certain this contraption isn't qualified to be called a submarine at all; it's a glorified barrel at best. The dreadful sinking motion is making his stomach lurch. A quick glance out the tiny window reveals the Sunken Shrine, and Clef suddenly feels very small--and very ill.

"Let me out," he says, trying to shove at the door. He takes a deep, shaky breath, acutely aware of the sweat running down the back of his neck.

"Hold," Gaul says in surprise, snatching at his wrist. "Are you mad?"

"We haven't used the Oxyale yet," Almya points out. She hefts the chalice as best she can, pressed between Gaul and the wall as she is.

But Clef feels tinier than ever, crushed on all sides by an ever-enclosing ocean. "I, I can't." He swallows hard, stomach rolling in waves of both nausea and humiliation.

"We're almost there," Ulren says. His voice is the most soothing--gentle and without judgment or urgency. To Almya he says, "Give me some of that."

"I suppose it figures. He wasn't any good on the ship; why would this be any different?"

Her voice sounds tinny over the rush of blood to his head. Clef squeezes his eyes shut, but opens them once Ulren has maneuvered over by his side. "Drink this."

Oxyale is air and water combined, but its texture is nothing like Clef had imagined. It's thick and viscous, sliding down his throat with a sharp coolness and chills him to the bone. It leaves his lips sticky with a blue-silver gloss.

"You can breathe underwater," Ulren tells him quietly. His own lips are tinged blue, and Clef watches him wordlessly hand the chalice to Gaul.

"I can breathe underwater," Clef echoes, clutching at Ulren's robes.

Ulren nods. "You'll be fine." He leans forward, closing the distance between them. The kiss begins softly, chilled by the Oxyale on their lips, but nervousness and desperation prompts Clef to pull Ulren even closer. The Oxyale tastes vaguely metallic, but Clef sucks it from Ulren's tongue even as the other tangles his fingers in Clef's hair.

Almya is laughing about how they don't have time for this. Gaul is grumbling about how they don't have time for this. Then the barrel strikes the Sunken Shrine floor and they all fall out.

"You're a fool to concern yourself with mortal men." Tiamat tosses her great head, whilst one of the lesser maws open to bare her fangs in distaste.

"Am I?" Bahamut stretches out his impressive wingspan. His tail curls around, attempting to stroke one of the lesser maws, but Tiamat's own tail comes down with a heavy thump, trapping his against the floor. "And darkening the Orbs, taking up residence in the Sky Palace ... these are not meddlesome to mortal men?"

"You serve them," she growls. The lesser heads hiss in agreement.

"I reward them," Bahamut says. "You serve them."

"LIES!" The throne room rattles with the force of her shout. In two powerful strides, Tiamat is before him in all her glory--immense, angry, all teeth and claws. "I am the Mother of All Dragons!"

"And I am their King," Bahamut says evenly. "I reward those worthy enough to pass my trails, and you...? You help a man become a god. So I suppose you are correct: you do not serve man; you serve a man."

Tiamat's great head looms over him. When she breathes, electricity crackles with her exhalations. "You will leave, Hallowed Father. Before I forget our truce. Return to the rat holes from which you came."

"As you wish, Mother of All Dragons." Before he does, nips her--gently, on the soft skin of her throat. When he does so, he is prepared for the consequences. He is prepared to die fighting--Tiamat, Warmech, or Chaos himself.

But she only nips him back, just as affectionately. She turns her back on him, a clear dismissal. Bahamut folds his wings in and leaves.

They would return. The moment the mages regained their strength and the monk was fully healed, they would storm his temple again. Garland feels foolish; he should not have cast the spell. The so-called Light Warriors had been woefully unprepared for this trial.

Behind him, the princess is weeping--but they are not tears of despair. She is angry; her own attempts at escape had been as pitiful as this rescue mission. Garland can hear the hopelessness in her sobs. Still, unleashing more than the Light Warriors could handle was only delaying his plan.

His gaze returns to the statue of the warrior woman. In this human form, his magic is not strong enough to last forever. Before long, the stone will become flesh and the Light Warrior will retreat to rejoin her friends. Or perhaps she will attack him immediately, still lose in the throes of her last battle.

She looks ready to attack right now, frozen in the ready stance that she is. Her armor is crudely basic and her weapon is laughable, but she makes up for it all with her strength and tenacity. Garland remembers that she had taken the spell for one of the mages; an admirable quality in a knight. However, her petrification had left her party without a solid offensive, and they'd had no choice but to retreat.

So now Garland must wait. For the spell to fade. For the other Warriors to return. For his journey through time to begin.

He strokes the warrior's face, gloves scraping a little over the smooth stone. He wonders if she is still conscious in there. Perhaps she wonders why he has not simply shattered her into a thousand pieces.

No. Not yet.

"Another time," he murmurs, kissing the dry, rough statue on the lips. "I will kill you all ... when the time is right." He kisses her again, smiling as he feels the enchantment begin to fade.

1) Tifa settled into the chair with a pained hiss. Despite himself, Cloud moved to her side and helped her settle more comfortably so that her bandaged would wouldn't be aggravated any further. She gave him a grateful smile and before he realized what he was doing, he leaned down.

Tifa sighed happily as Cloud's lips pressed against hers.

2) Cloud grabbed hold of Tifa and pulled her close against his chest and kissed her passionately. She squeaked in surprise, but the Shinra guards walked on past, not realizing two of the terrorists they were persuing were making out like teenagers right next to them.

3) Night in Cosmo Canyon was peaceful and the crackling fire lent a hint of romance that was lacking in their current every day life. It was so.enchanting that Cloud couldn't resist the urge to lean down and kiss the woman curled against his side. He purred happily when Tifa returned the kiss enthusiastically.

4) He froze when he came up on deck and saw Tifa facing into the wind and letting her hair blow out behind her. She was the most beautiful thing he could remember seeing, and he was moving to take her into his arms and kiss her senseless before he realized it.

5) He was still groggy from his time in the coma, but he remembered how Tifa had cared for him so dilligently and he knew he had to do something to pay her back. The warm kiss he gave her was a poor reward, but he was just getting started.

So I love all three of your XIII responses but this one is my favorite, because this dual image of Lightning grudgingly making room for other people in her physical space and her emotional space is so perfect.

(set sometime post Advent Children)

Cloud doesn't dislike Rufus Shinra, not exactly; he doesn't trust the man, certainly, and he doubts Shinra would expect anything of the sort given their history, but there's something about the other man that sets Cloud's teeth on edge. He's not a man inclined towards affectionate or warm greetings, even with those he considers friends, but his reception of the cool-eyed president of Shinra is downright chilly, almost hostile, every time they have occasion to meet.

Which, following that debacle with Kadaj and his brothers, is more often than Cloud would like. Shinra might be serious about making amends for his company's transgressions, but why that means spending so much time with him, Cloud doesn't know. Cloud suspects there is some kind of political intention behind Rufus' continual requests for meetings, but he's too tired to think about untangling the knot of intrigue that make up such maneuverings. He just wants to have a drink at Seventh Heaven and play cards with Marlene, listen to Vincent tell him esoteric things that don't make sense and tease Tifa about her budding romance with that bald-headed Turk who keeps hanging around the bar.

Cloud just wants to be himself, whoever that is, instead of some patchwork version thereof; threads held together by bits of Mako and the dreams and expectations of other people. He has saved the world, once and maybe twice, and to him that means he's earned a few months of quiet reflection.

Apparently not, though, because here he is, facing Rufus Shinra across a desk in the newly-built Shinra headquarters here in Edge. It's not a spiraling tower with reinforced steel walls (they have better PR than that, at least), but an open, airy structure with soaring glass ceilings and plenty of light. There are flowers throughout, blooms alternating between the familiar and the exotic, but the calming and deliberately transparent surroundings don't fool Cloud for a moment. If anything, it's a reminder not to forget that Rufus Shinra is a man possessed with a shrewd, devious nature -- as if that expensive, immaculate white suit of his wasn't enough to convey such a message.

"I'm so pleased you agreed to meet to discuss this with me, Cloud," Shinra says, though Cloud can't, at the moment, remember what it was they were discussing. He'd drifted off somewhere during the inane pleasantries stage, which perhaps was a mistake. He has to keep his guard up around Shinra. There's no telling what debacle he'll have to face next, if he doesn't.

"Yeah, sure," Cloud says, shrugging. He's always felt a bit out of place in offices like this, no matter how much light streams through the windows or how pleasant his reception. Shinra, and men like him, were the ones who made decisions like we're going to engineer people to be weapons and let's make sure we don't destroy the remnants of the thing that almost killed all of humanity. He shifts in his chair, annoyed at himself for the direction of his thoughts. There's no indication Shinra is planning some grand scheme that will end in death and destruction.

Then again -- did they know what would happen, the last time? Did they know what the reactors would do, what it would mean, when the first one was built? Was the very first Shinra president even aware of what might happen, or did he set plans in motion because he really believed it was for the best for all of them?

Fuck, that's a depressing thought.

Cloud realizes Shinra's said something, again, and he rakes a hand through his hair and snaps, a bit more forcefully than he means to, "Sorry, what? I wasn't listening."

Rufus Shinra smiles at him, politely, as if there's nothing wrong with Cloud's demeanor or, Cloud admits to himself, his uncalled-for rudeness. But there's a brief hint of something in those cool eyes of Shinra's, some brief shadow of tiredness that suggests maybe Shinra is as tired of this as Cloud is. Maybe Shinra wants to be someone else, too. The man has his own set of expectations and disappointments to shoulder, just like Cloud. It's just that Rufus' are made of silk and linen instead of steel.

"I thought you might be interested in helping Shinra with some trade negotiations with Wutai," Shinra continues. "We want to make certain there's no cause for hostilities, and as we've seen, it goes better for Gaia if her people are all united instead of divided."

Cloud stares at him with ill-concealed suspicion. "Oh yeah? I thought maybe you wanted another war with them, so people could blame that for their problems instead of your company."

"We don't have the resources to fight a war," Shinra tells him, and the smile is the same as ever, but there's some glint in Shinra's eyes that Cloud would swear was amusement. "But I've heard worse ideas."

That thaws something between them, and Cloud's expression relaxes -- not quite a smile, but isn't a hostile glare, either. "I'll bet. I've met Reno. But I don't know why you think I'd be any good at negotiations. I usually just kill things," Cloud says, bluntly, because it's true. No one ever wanted him to save the world by talking.

"And Shinra usually just strong arms our way into whatever we want," Shinra says, shrugging elegantly. He's young, Cloud realizes, wondering why he's never noticed that before. The light coming through the windows behind Shinra makes his fair hair gleam like a halo. Cloud would bet his last gil that was on purpose. "Don't you think maybe it's a good idea to try something else for awhile?"

Cloud can't really disagree with that, can he? Not when he still dreams about blood, not when he still wakes up gasping with his hand pressed to his chest, it's nice to see you again, Cloud, and You're my living legacy echoing in his head like screams.

"Maybe," Cloud allows, cautiously, wondering if maybe there's more to Shinra than he thought; if the man is motivated not by dreams of power and domination, but rather by nightmares of what it almost cost to achieve them. "Tell me what you were thinking," he asks, and this time, when Shinra speaks, Cloud listens.

* * *
He doesn't like Rufus, not really. He just finds him interesting.

Cloud tells himself this as they meet again, this time at the Shinra president's private residence, an immaculate and tidy apartment in a nondescript building close to Shinra's new headquarters. It's not large or lavish or even particularly comfortable, but Rufus seems proud of it nonetheless.

"I always lived in buildings my father owned," Rufus tells him, moving easily to the small kitchen to find glasses and pour them both a drink. "My penthouse had a bathroom the size of this entire apartment. And I think it was a guest bathroom." Shinra looks, momentarily, like a naughty little boy caught opening presents before Christmas. "But this place, this is all mine."

Cloud takes the proffered glass more out of reflex than any desire to drink; he shouldn't, his equilibrium is shaken enough by the realization that he's attracted to Rufus. He's been trying to deny it for the last week or two but he can't, not anymore, he's too aware of the other man to chalk it up to anything other than what it is. It's so breathtakingly simple a response, purely physical, with none of the guilt and uncertainty Cloud is used to when it comes to this sort of thing.

Aerith, did I want you because Zack loved you, or in spite of that? Which is better?

Cloud does not find it easy to want things. He's never sure if it's really him, or the lingering remnants of someone else, that wants them. And then he thinks maybe that's just an excuse, because wanting things means being disappointed when you don't get them.

But he wants Rufus Shinra, at least on the physical level. He thinks sometimes about kissing him, tasting Rufus' mouth and shoving rough hands under the smooth material of Rufus' suit. Cloud thinks about pressing his thigh between the other man's legs and it makes him feel hot all over, at night he lets himself think about it with a hand on himself and he doesn't wake up from any nightmares, just falls into a heavy sleep with a sheen of sweat on his brow and a slight, satisfied smile on his face.

Rufus is talking, earnestly -- he's very earnest, Rufus, which is something Cloud has noticed about him that he didn't expect -- and Cloud should be paying attention but he's not, he's watching the way Rufus moves and the casual gestures he makes and wondering if he should try and kiss Rufus. Cloud has no idea how to do this; dating is a mystery, and somehow it's even more frightening without the imminent threat of death and world destruction. He sips his drink because he wants to try something and he needs the courage, and for once, Cloud feels like any other awkward young man his age, trying to figure out if he'll be rejected or accepted, if his advances will be spurned or returned.

It's thrilling, in a way. Something so ordinary and yet so frightening -- not fighting for the world, just seeing if he can get laid. Cloud finishes the drink in one swallow, remembers that this is what he wanted, this normalcy, being thrown off balance by such relatively simply matters.

Zack wouldn't have this problem, not with his easy words and tempting smile, there were few people he couldn't charm into bed if he set his mind to it. And Sephiroth, with that burning presence of his, danger melting from him like wax off the side of a candle held under flame -- it was captivating, terrifying, but undeniably attractive in its way.

But this? This is just him, Cloud Strife, awkward and intense and completely unable to find the right words to ask for what he wants.

Rufus is suddenly right there, standing in front of him, and he takes Cloud's empty glass away and puts it on the counter behind him. His smile is warm like the liquor running hot in Cloud's veins, heating his blood. He's looking at Cloud with something like a challenge in those pale eyes, chin tilted, insufferable in ways that makes Cloud want to do things to him and shove things in his mouth.

"Need some more of that, Strife?" Rufus murmurs, eyes heavy-lidded, and it's obvious why he brought Cloud here and that if Cloud doesn't make a move, Rufus will. But Cloud knows what he wants, and it's not that -- not this time, anyway. He wants to do this, be aggressive, take something he wants just for himself. Not to save the planet, not to be anyone's legacy. Just because he fucking wants to. And oh, how he wants to...

"Not of that, no," Cloud says, and reaches out, slowly, watches his fingers curl into the lapel of Rufus' nice suit jacket. He pulls the other man in, closely, walking forward at the same time to press Rufus back against the counter. He's always been better with gestures than words, no matter what. Might as well stick with what works, right?

"Ah." Rufus tilts his head, smirks again, legs easily spreading for Cloud to slide his thigh between them just like he'd thought about, just like he'd wanted. "I'm sure we could discuss whatever it is you want, instead."

"We could," Cloud agrees, and smiles -- it's his smile, small and secret, quiet, like everything else he's beginning to figure out about himself. "But we're not going to." He leans down and kisses Rufus, mouth hot and eager, too rough already and so hot for it that he can't worry about things like where to put his hands, or what to do next, or how this is supposed to go or how it will end.

He just kisses him, feels Rufus kiss him back and bite his lower lip, hard, and oh, that's good, Cloud wants more of that, more of all of this. He sighs and lets himself do what feels natural, hands fumbling and making a mess of Rufus' nice suit, wanting to touch skin and burning up with simple, straightforward desire.

They pull away, at length, both breathing hard and staring at each other. Rufus' eyes are wide and dark, the pupils dilated and Cloud sees his own reflection there, just himself and no one else. As far as beginnings go, it's enough.

Edited 2014-02-24 02:56 (UTC)

HELL YES

ah, i liked this a lot!! :D

WOW, hello. I love how this manages to express so much about Time Compression while still focusing on Rinoa and Quistis finding a grounding point in each other. Thank you!

I love the small detail of how everyone's magic is unique, and I also love how comfortable Selphie and Irvine are with each other <3

WHY YES THIS IS JUST WHAT I WANTED

Oooooh I love this. Elsa's hesitation at anyone coming near her - even a being MADE of ice - and Shiva's cryptic-ness and the ouchy ending and alkdjfl;kasdj YES THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED. :D

Aw, thanks so much! I'm so glad it worked for you!! :D

Yay, I'm glad it worked for you! Thanks for such a fascinating prompt. :)

OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! This is just perfect, in every way. Your characterizations of Cloud and Rufus are spot on, and the heat you build between them in such a short piece is really intense. I adore your Cloud's inner dialogue and simply adore your Cloud. He'd often written so badly in fandom, but you wrote him perfectly in my humble opinion. The same goes for Rufus. Thank you so much for the fill!!

ahhhh thank you! i love Cloud and i love writing him SO MUCH, and i'm glad that his voice worked for you! i'm a newbie to this fandom so i'm just jumping right in lol, and i'm glad that my characterization worked for you! i love this pairing a lot, and now want to write more :D

(i'm also working on your Seph/Rufus prompt -- i love Rufus, okay -- and i'm trying to work in those tentacles, promise? *giggles*)

thank you again, and i'm so glad you liked this! i'm enjoying this fandom lots :D

ALSO HELLO I AM GLAD YOU ADDED ME ON HERE i was going to do that myself :D are you on tumblr? i'm dustofwarfare on there, too, and also on LJ! HI SORRY i'm very excitable but friendly i swear >> and i'm also VERY EXCITED to make fandom pals so forgive my suddenly jumping around with enthusiasm coming out of my ears. omg stop scaring off people, dusty, this is not how you make friends, try and be normal before you turn into fangirl glee explosion person

/coughs

OH GOOD I AM DELIGHTED TO PROVIDE

SHRIEKING

I'm so sorry it took me so long to get back to reading and commenting on this but this is amazing and perfect and exactly what I wanted. THANK YOU.

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2014 Final Fantasy Kiss Battle

Re: [Untitled]; FFVI; Locke/Rachel; PG-13

Re: "The Wind Blows Wild," FFVI, Terra/Celes, G

Re: "Torn Down", Gestahl/Madeline, NC17

Re: [Untitled]; FFVI; Locke/Rachel; PG-13

Re: "The Tie That Binds" FFT: Ramza & Alma, G

Re: BLITZKISS! "In This Humor Won", FFXII (OG): Vayne/Ashe, PG

"Two if by Sea" (FFI; Red Mage/White Mage)

"Heaven & Earth" (FFI; Bahamut/Tiamat)

"Captive Audience" (FFI; Garland/Warrior; creep factor, PG13)

Five Times Cloud Found A Moment, FFVII OGC: Cloud/Tifa

Re: "Worth any Price":FFXIII: Lightning/Snow/Serah, G

Reflection (FFVII; Rufus/Cloud, rated T)

Re: "Backfire": FFIV [any]: Rydia/Edge, PG-13 for consent-related issues

Re: "Split Second Decisions" FFVII OGC, Elena/Reno, Rated "T"

Re: "Keeping Count" FFVIII: Quistis/Rinoa "PG-T"

Re: "Recovery Room 4", Selphie/Irvine (PG for language)

Re: FFIII, Refia/Luneth, "Curiosity," rated G

Re: "Summoned", FFX/Frozen, Shiva/Elsa, G

Re: "Worth any Price":FFXIII: Lightning/Snow/Serah, G

Re: "Summoned", FFX/Frozen, Shiva/Elsa, G

Re: Reflection (FFVII; Rufus/Cloud, rated T)

Re: Reflection (FFVII; Rufus/Cloud, rated T)

Re: Reflection (FFVII; Rufus/Cloud, rated T)

Re: FFIII, Refia/Luneth, "Curiosity," rated G

Re: "Bound":FFIV OGC: Kain/Rosa, PG-13 for dubcon and bondage