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2015 Final Fantasy Kiss Battle

Final Fantasy Kiss Battle 2015

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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!

Spread the word! Tell your friends!

FINAL FANTASY KISS BATTLE 2015

We will be running the Kiss 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
FINAL FANTASY XIV
DISSIDIA: FINAL FANTASY COMPILATION
FINAL FANTASY: CRYSTAL CHRONICLES COMPILATION
ASSORTED FINAL FANTASY
CROSSOVERS (WITHIN FF)
CROSSOVERS (FF/OTHER)
OTHER / ASSORTED

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Her eyes are filled with tears and shame. She can barely look into the face of her husband, a man she loved, a man she almost tried to kill.

She promised that she would never become "That Sorceress", that woman driven mad with power, hungry for control, thirsting for blood.

She became that Wicked Witch in the children's stories that she once read to her "babies".

Cid cradles her tear-streaked face in his hands and tilts it gently towards his own.

"I'm...I'm so sorry. I..." Edea weeps.

But Cid kisses her, like their first night as man and wife.

"No apologies necessary, my love." And Cid lets Edea weep on his shoulder, her tears falling onto the soft wool of his vest, as he holds her tight in his arms.

A proper childhood this time.

thank you! :D

She feels so imperfect, so vulnerable. The women in her family have always had a little magic, but simple spells are nothing compared to the sweeping currents of energy that ebb and flow on this side of the Sealed Gate.

This is a world of pure will, in which a powerful magic user's thoughts can fold and stitch the very fabric of reality. Beyond the border of the tiny village where she lives with her husband and daughter, there are great castles and towers stretching to the very stars, which hang in a sky entirely different than the one she had once known. One day she will travel to see the hanging gardens and the twilit cities of ice that she has heard about from passing travelers, but she is still unsure of herself and hesitant to set foot outside the boundaries of the familiar.

Madeline has not always been this way. As a younger woman she was fearless, but here she is so obviously an outsider. This is the realm of Espers, beings of unimaginable powers who are so obviously nonhuman in their customs and appearance. No two Espers look alike. Some have brilliantly colored hair, skin, and eyes, while other have wings, claws, or scales. Some are shaped like the creatures of her world: dragons, wolves, and whales. Some even seem to be inorganic and constructed of wires and stone. They speak in languages both maddeningly familiar and entirely alien, using speech, hand signs, or the pure transmission of thought. She is a quick study, but the variations are endless. The long-lived Espers have had lifetimes to immerse themselves in the cultures they have created, and she is so young and so ignorant.

For now, her husband and her sweet little daughter are her universe. Maduin, a journeyman adept of the three elements, has the horns and shaggy hindquarters of a ram, but his eyes are kind and his touch is gentle. He questions her endlessly about the world beyond the Sealed Gate and is fascinated by the mysteries of her body, her ten slender fingers and ten round toes. Terra is a small and brilliant creature, infinitely inquisitive and completely at home with the abilities she has inherited from her father. She can switch at will between appearing as a younger version of her mother and as a rose-colored sprite with her father's fur-trimmed flanks and hooves.

The girl looks exactly like an Esper as Madeline stands watching her on a causeway above a river whose waters sparkle with their own luminescence hundreds of feet below. Terra zips through the air, chasing a swarm of the fire lizards that infest the sheer cliff walls. The sight fills her with a combination of vertigo and envy that is not entirely unpleasant. One day I'll cross this river too, Madeline thinks.

Terra's sudden shriek snaps her out of her reverie, and almost instantly her daughter has flown headlong into her arms.

"One of them bit me!" Terra wails, but there is no pain in her voice, merely an appeal for her mother's attention.

Terra's body flashes with energy, and holding her is like grasping static, but Madeline strokes her daughter's floppy ears calmly and coos that everything will be fine. Within Terra's face, pulsing with pale pink light, are her own blue eyes. Madeline smiles and kisses her daughter's forehead. Somehow, everything will be all right. All she needs is time, and she has all the time she needs in this vast and infinite world.

Edited 2015-02-28 21:58 (UTC)

Aw, thanks! And yay for liking the meta! (I am so completely a Vayne stan, it's not funny, and I love the dynamic between the brothers Solidor especially much.)

Aw, thank you! Glad you enjoyed!

OH EM GEE, thank you for this comment--- just having someone see their dynamic in the Tower similarly makes my day!

...I'm just going to leave this here. (http://archiveofourown.org/works/3500000) I hope you like smut.

You hope I like smut...?

LET ME ASSURE YOU, I VERY MUCH LIKE SMUT.

Especially smut with these three!

Especially long and beautifully written smut with wonderfully witty dialog!

I am in heaven right now, and I'm going to need an hour or two to come down before I can write an adequate reply to this brilliant gem of a fic. Until then!

LOL ok awesome! XD I was worried it wouldn't be your thing, but my hands were already going and... yeah. I honestly can't say no to good femslash. I may need to write more with these two. And three. *has no shame*

And THANK YOU for such kind words! I get so nervous about writing prompts for others that I just get so happy when the other person is happy and... *flails* Thank you :D

Yes, please write more!!

I'm happy that I've had this opportunity to discover your fic. It looks like you've got some stories about Setzer/Celes and Kefka/Terra, which are two of my favorite pairings.

ALLOW ME TO SHOWER YOU WITH KUDOS.

A biiiiiiit late (my beta and I do love to take our sweet time...) though I suppose it's never too late for Locke/Celes =)

Warnings: Bondage, Knifeplay, PTSD, Past Abuse.

Link: A Matter of Trust

Bittersweet

Late but never too late, I hope =) If you're still around, lovely anon, I hope you like this little thing. Also, do you happen to have an account somewhere else where I can reach you? If you wish to remain anon, that's okay of course.

Everything

Late, but I hope you're still around to read this! =)

Couldn't bring myself to make it dub-con, though, because I prefer my OTP consensual, but at least there's something of the emotional manipulation you requested.

Btw, do you happen to have an account somewhere else where I can reach to you? If you wish to remain anon, that's okay of course.

Okay, I'll de-anon. These were both requested by me. ^^; I've only recently started poking around at this relationship, at least in this way, and this is really, really good. I'll review it later when I have time, though.
(The dubcon was optional, btw, so no worries - I was putting the warning on it because some people might've been bothered by the prompt, if that makes sense!)

Wow! I'm happy to know who was behind the prompts, and also that you're starting to get into the pairing, you've just made my whole weekend =D

Snow Villiers/Squall Leonhart fanfic T to M. Something a writer mentioned a while ago on AFF and it'd been stuck in my head ever since. That and a sudden want to read either Aruon/Squall or Jecht/Squall

(Don't care that the Kiss Battles are basically over, I can't resist something with Daryl!)

Setzer had been watching her all night. It never ceased to amuse him that a woman who could coax unyielding metal into something gloriously alive in its mechanical function could lend the same artful nature to the process of seduction. Brilliant, beautiful, brutally manipulative… and blond. Was any woman allowed to be so overwhelming? Her very existence was probably breaking at least four natural laws, including one related to the conservation of energy. She made everyone she set her sights on feel like they had it to spare.

When she finally sat down at the poker table in the previously empty fifth seat beside him, the gambler hardly acknowledged her beyond doing her the courtesy of lighting her cigarette. She had brought a crowd with her: an audience of several men and more than a few women who wanted to see if the gorgeous woman with the rippling laugh could put her money where her mouth was. She had probably been bragging to them all night. Swearing up and down that she’d be able to beat the infamous Wandering Gambler at his game of choice, in his own casino.

All that mattered was that she made the blind bet. He dealt with deft fingers; a blur of movement, of dark-painted nails and glittering rings. The players picked up their cards, studying their hands with feigned disinterest, as if the starting bet at this table wasn’t more money than most people saw in a year. Two men were out, another changed three cards. A risky proposition, but Setzer never faulted someone for chasing a thrill.

The blonde stared at her cards before setting down one to exchange. He dealt her a new card. Her expression never changed as she added it to her hand.

The clink of clay chips was a sound Setzer loved, and not just because it correlated with a building thrum in his heart. There was a musical quality to it, and so many ways one could add chips to the pot. Most men pushed their stacks towards the center, but Setzer preferred to gently toss his chips in one by one and listen to them clack against each other in a protracted symphony that served well to remind his opponents exactly how much gil they stood to win or lose.

He was the first to up the ante, and he took his sweet time throwing those chips in. Between the quantity of money being wagered and the unsettling smirk on his face as he did it, he swore he could see beads of sweat breaking out on the forehead of the man across from him.

The lady was in, shoving two stacks of chips into the pot with none of the showmanship Setzer himself so adored. She liked it quick and dirty. Then, for good measure, she added another thousand gil.

To no one’s surprise, the man playing with them folded. Not that Setzer had been paying him much attention. All eyes in the room were on the lady sitting beside him with her plump lips pursed around her cigarette, lazy smoke curling from its end as she waited for him to make a move.

Weighing his options, Setzer shrugged and started tossing more chips in the pot. He could hear the faint murmurs of the crowd around him – when was he going to stop? – and one or two gasps as it dawned on people how much money was at stake here. He kept on until there was nothing left, until his fingers strummed across the green felt in front of him and found it utterly devoid of chips.

The lady grinned. Biting the edge of her cigarette (a cigar would have looked better in that mouth), she went all in. The table before them was a mess of chips.

He flipped his hand for her. A straight flush; crisp spades with a jack at the head. He was already reaching for the chip in the pot closest to him when she revealed her own hand: a royal flush of hearts.

As she began raking chips towards her, the crowd erupted into applause. More than a few of the admirers she had dragged over with her were blowing kisses her way and clamoring for her. She regarded them all with a smile that hovered somewhere between ‘mischievous child’ and ‘queen surveying her subjects’.

“Well played,” Setzer commended her. “Don’t bother with the chips. My men will see that you get all of your winnings.” He stood and, in a low murmur as he held out his hand to her, he added: “You’ve earned yourself a spot with the high-rollers, don’t you think? Come with me. I’ll get you a drink and we’ll discuss it.”

She looked him over and took one last drag on the cigarette before smashing it into the ashtray on the edge of the table. “You’re a good sport for a man who’s just lost a hell of a lot of gil. Or is it that you’re still looking to win something?” Still, she rose and took his arm, despite the protests of the men she had earlier been subjecting to the full force of her feminine wiles.

They left the casino together, its din fading behind them as they turned a corner down a dimly lit private hallway. They weren’t three steps down it before she turned on Setzer and pinned him to the wall, her lips pressed against his and her body aiming to crush him. Her mouth tasted of spicy smoke and tart red wine, and Setzer grabbed fistfuls of her blonde curls and gave himself up to it with unbridled delight.

She always kissed with her eyes open. It had taken some getting used to, but now he couldn’t imagine doing it any other way. There was a challenge in it; some outrageously intense version of a childhood staring contest.

It wasn’t until he swore he’d faint from not breathing that she stopped their kiss with a sharp bite to his lower lip. “You dealt for me from the bottom of the deck, you bastard.” It was a playful accusation, and she followed it with a kiss to his neck.

“You can’t prove anything,” the gambler countered, then practically melted at her kiss. She knew how to use all his weaknesses against him. “Mmm… Thought you’d at least let me get you to the engine room. The hallway is so common.”

“Sorry I wasn’t born with a silver spoon up my ass like some people,” she shot back with a laugh, biting his neck and forcing a shuddering gasp from him. “I thought you were going to jump me. I know it gets you going to see other men want me. I’ve been at it all night.”

“Find yourself in any hallways with any of them?” he teased, grabbing her waist and grinding his hips against hers. She cooed and gasped in his ear, and it made him growl in response. He couldn’t help himself; for all his unpredictability, some habits die hard.

“A few,” she admitted, and he was acutely aware of her breathing growing heavier. “Two men… and a woman….”

Setzer kissed her roughly. “Three in a night? You’ve been a busy minx, Daryl. Any of them outshine me?”

His partner grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Maybe. Better get me to that engine room and remind me what you can do.”

OH MY GOD I DONT KNOW HOW I MISSED THIS BUT I AM VERY VERY SORRY THAT I DID. HELLO AND THANK YOU FOR THIS LOVELY FILL!!!!!! I really love your writing-- everything was so vivid and fast and ALIVE, which is really fitting for this pair! This was also incredibly sexy, and... basically very much how I would imagine the two interacting! Also I love that Daryl is into ladies as well as men (ngl, that's how I headcanon her AND Setzer, haha). This was such a wonderful treat to find in my (sorely neglected ugh) inbox. Thank you so much!!!!! ALSO HELLO I LOVE FINDING OTHER SHIPPERS FOR PAIRS LIKE THIS ONE. I hope I'm not too late for you to get this response.... do you have any other fic posted anywhere??? I'd love to read it if so!!! :D

I'm so glad you liked it! And that our headcanons on these two jive well. <3 I am a hardcore shipper for this pair lol, there's everything to love about them. And I imagine them both having this very fluid sort of sexuality. They're both fun and free people, they're not about rules or being a 'traditional' couple.

I don't have other fic posted anywhere (though I should remedy that!), but I used to rp Setzer on tumblr for a couple of years. I retired a while back, but I think we talked there a few times and I believe I still owe you a lengthy and involved Setzer/Daryl airship smut which I'm still up for writing if you're still up for reading. =) And any prompts that you can think of with these two, I'm down to fill any time. I'm not writing as much these days so prompts are a nice way to get the cogs turning for me.

YOOOOO THIS IS FANTASTIC. I just read this at work and now I'm fanning myself nervously, lmao. Perfect perfect perfect characterization for both of them and awesomely-written to boot!

AHHHHH YES I REMEMBER YOU!!!! I cannot remember what you tumblr user name was, though :( Do you still.... have a non-rp tumblr?!?! My blog name changed to listentoyoubleed because DCR got snatched up by a bot when I changed my name for Halloween, lol. But let's definitely be tumblr buddies again if you're still on there!!!

I AM ALWAYS UP FOR READING AIRSHIP SMUT. If you ever feel like writing anything about these two just poke me please-- sometimes it takes me a while to get to internet responses & things, BUT BELIEVE ME I AM ALWAYS THRILLED ABOUT STUFF LIKE THIS and I'm glad we re-connected on here, in a way of sorts :D

Holy crap this was amazing, and there isn't nearly enough fic about the Esper realm, or Madeline! This really was a beautiful treat to read!

THIS PROMPT IS BRILLIANT and I've been trying to write this...! STILL TRYING

BY ALL MEANS KEEP TRYING.

THIS PROMPT IS VERY IMPORTANT.

WON'T SOMEONE PLEASE THINK OF THE WEIRD LUNARIAN ANATOMY.

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2015 Final Fantasy Kiss Battle

Fill: "No Apologies", Edea/Cid

FF:CC:RoF: Yuri + Chelinka

Re: FFVI: Stolen (Edgar/Locke, G)

Re: FFVI: Madeline + Maduin + Baby!Terra

Re: FILL: FFXII Vaan/Penelo/Larsa

Re: FILL: FFXII Vaan/Penelo/Larsa

Re: FINAL FANTASY IV (OGC or TAY): Kain/Rosa

With the Stars in Her Eyes | FFVI | Daryl/Maria | M (NSFW)

Re: With the Stars in Her Eyes | FFVI | Daryl/Maria | M (NSFW)

Re: With the Stars in Her Eyes | FFVI | Daryl/Maria | M (NSFW)

Re: With the Stars in Her Eyes | FFVI | Daryl/Maria | M (NSFW)

Re: FFVI: Locke/Celes (T)

Re: FFVI: Terra/Kefka (T)

Re: (FFVI)Kefka/Terra [T]

Re: (FFVI)Kefka/Terra [T]

Re: (FFVI)Kefka/Terra [T]

FF13/FF8 Crossover

A Losing Hand (FFVI: Daryl/Setzer, T)

Re: A Losing Hand (FFVI: Daryl/Setzer, T)

Re: A Losing Hand (FFVI: Daryl/Setzer, T)

Re: A Losing Hand (FFVI: Daryl/Setzer, T)

Re: A Losing Hand (FFVI: Daryl/Setzer, T)

Re: FFVI: Madeline + Maduin + Baby!Terra

Re: Cecil Harvey/ Cecil Palmer

Re: Cecil Harvey/ Cecil Palmer