owlmoose | Dragon Age Kiss Battle!

As hinted/threatened, here it is!

Dragon Age Kiss Battle!

Based on the Kiss Battle that has run in the Final Fantasy fandom for the last few years (credit to

seventhe for the most recent variation on the rules), this is just a fun way to celebrate February with lots of fun kissing fanworks. Any kind of kiss is welcome -- het, slash, femmeslash; shippy, familial, gen; cheek kisses, mouth kisses, kissing of... other things; serious fic, fluffy fic, silly fic; fanfic, fanart, whatever you come up with; anything goes!

The post will open to prompts and comments at approximately 9AM Pacific Time, Tuesday February 7th (Click here for the time in your timezone). I don't anticipate closing it at any point, so come by any time! Update: posting is now open!!

Update: I have created a master list of fic, here! If new stories are added, I will link them from the master list.

Update, Feb. 5th 2012: This is the 2012 kiss battle, and as of now it is closed to prompts. If you are interested in participating in the 2013 round, check out the info post!

THE RULES:

To leave a request: Post a comment with a pairing (or moresome) and, if desired, a prompt. Put the pairing/characters in the subject line and the prompt in the body of the comment.

To respond: Reply to the prompting comment. Include characters, rating, and title in the subject line.

Multiple responses are both allowed and encouraged!

There is no limit to the number of prompts you can post.

Please, be kind to others regarding pairing choices, prompts, or anything else. This game is for everyone! :)

Anon commenting is on, as is OpenID, if you neither have nor want a Dreamwidth account.

Send your friends! :D

If you have questions, please ask them here. Thanks, and happy kissing!!

Update: Thanks to

ovo_lexa, there is now a Mass Effect Kiss Battle underway! (Now with bonus correct link! Oops.) Check it out.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Though she's in charge of the scheduling, it is very important to Aveline she not be seen playing favorites. It would be easy, so easy, to arrange things to her liking, to make certain she and Donnic always have their evenings or mornings or afternoons off together. It would be easy, but it wouldn't be fair.

She's surprised, then, when she comes home from one of Hawke's outings--and Maker, sometimes she wishes she didn't spend so many of her days off tromping around at Hawke's side, no matter how good the work they're doing--to find Donnic in the kitchen, up to his elbows in flour. Whatever expression she wears, it's enough to make him raise his hands in surrender, though this only serves to send up a cloud of flour, dusting him from head to toe.

"I switched with Brennan," he says, before she can admonish him. "All above board. You'd have approved if it had been anyone else."

He's not wrong; letting the guards have a small amount of control over these things does raise morale. Sighing, she concedes the point, shrugging out of the straps holding her shield to her back even as she loosens her sword-belt.

"What was it today?" he asks. "Blood mages? Slavers? Assassins from beyond the sea?"

"Six of one, half dozen of the other," Aveline replies wearily. When she turns back to face him, having propped her weapons and armor on the stand near the door, she finds him near, and smiling at her. Her own lips pull into an echoing expression. "You're not actually cooking, are you?"

"No risk too great to see my wife smile."

"If you'll recall, eating the food you cook is the real risk."

Cupping her cheek in his floury hand, he leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "It's only cookies. It won't be like the stew. Or the pie."

"Or that Maker-forsaken cake?"

He winces. "To be fair, I did learn my lesson about carefully measuring quantities after that one."

Winding her strong arms around his neck, heedless of the flour his hands leave in their wake as they card through her hair, she kisses him again. Less softly. With more insistence. She may not arrange things to her benefit, but Maker she loves it when things sort themselves out. Kissing Donnic, here, in their warm kitchen, covered in flour, is Aveline's very definition of the word home. "Can the baking wait?"

"For you, always," he whispers. "Though in this case I won't be held responsible for any adverse effect on edibility."