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.

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warning for sad

"And where is your pretty young daughter?" Howe's voice is like the hiss of a snake, and it's all Eleanor can do not to flinch. She lifts her chin.

"She's gone," Eleanor says. Howe is too close for her bow, so she drops it and draws a thin dagger instead. "And you'll not catch her."

Howe laughs low in his throat. "And who will stop me? Bryce? You?" His soldiers circle around her, and Eleanor glances back at Bryce. He is half gone, his skin pale and his body limp. Her own arms are weak from fighting, though she tries not to let it show. Howe smiles. "I'll offer you this: kiss my boot and offer me fealty, and I may show some mercy to your family."

Eleanor can barely stand to look at him. She had counted Howe as a friend, perhaps a bit obsequious but loyal. The extent of her mistake makes her stomach turn. She looks down at his faded black boot, then bends to kiss Bryce instead.

He rouses enough to meet her kiss, and his lips are still as needful as when they first met. Their life together has not always been easy, but she has never doubted her love for him, or her children. Howe does not understand what this means. Eleanor looks to her husband and he meets her eyes.

He's too weak to speak, but Eleanor knows him well enough to know what he'd say. She stands and charges at Howe, blade outstretched.

"I'll die first!" she snarls, and she does, but her death is not without honor.