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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![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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:
If you have questions, please ask them here. Thanks, and happy kissing!!
Update: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ovo_lexa, there is now a Mass Effect Kiss Battle underway! (Now with bonus correct link! Oops.) Check it out.
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.
Re: Alistair & Fiona, G
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Alistair ran his hands through his hair, wanting to rip it out by the roots. Peace... it had been so close!
"Send her in," he bit out angrily. The guard bowed and backed out of the room. He turned away from the door and leaned over his desk, looking again at the map. All over the continent were large red X's. Circles that had fallen. On the blank margins of the map was a running tally of the casualties. The numbers had been growing every day.
"Your Majesty?" A voice behind him brought him up short. "I've brought the mage."
"Leave us," Alistair bit out.
"But Sire, the templars will be here shortly--"
"I want a moment with her and I still have Templar-trained abilities, guardsman," he said, still not turning around. "I'm in no immediate danger."
"Yes, Sire."
Alistair heard the creak of armor and then silence. He let it sit, the anger boiling in him like water in a kettle.
"Are we just going to stand here like idiots?" said a smooth female voice.
"I wanted to talk to you first," Alistair said. "To find out how a Warden of all people is responsible for this much death and destruction."
He heard an intake of breath. "I hardly think--"
Alistair turned around, his face a mask of fury. "No, you didn't. You took an oath! Does that mean nothing to you? Wardens protect people! And you have let them die, needlessly!"
Fiona, former Grey Warden and Grand Enchanter, stood before him, bound in chains, and nearly two feet shorter than he was. Somehow, however, she still conveyed the sense of looking down on him. Her eyes were large and fixed on him, her mouth set in a thin line.
"How many mages wanted to stay in the Circle? How many of them died begging for mercy?"
But she seemed to ignore his fury. Instead, she took a step forward, than two steps, and then another, until they were only a few feet apart.
"What are you doing?" Alistair said warily, calling on his templar abilities. He jerked back as she reached up a cuffed hand as if to touch his face. "I'm warning you--"
"You do look like him," she said in a soft voice.
"Yes, I resemble Cailan. Hardly surprising when he happens to be my brother," Alistair sneered, refusing to look at the portrait of Cailan that still hung in the study.
"No," Fiona shook her head. "Not Cailan. Maric."
Alistair stared at her. "You... knew Maric."
She was still looking at him, tracing the lines of his face with her eyes, and he realized then that she was... old. Not elderly, not like Wynne, but old. Old enough to have met Maric when he was in his prime.
"Yes," she said after a moment, in a voice that sounded suddenly tired. "I knew him." Her pointed ears seemed to droop as she broke her gaze and looked down at her cuffed hands. "The last time I saw him I was giving you..." She paused, swallowed.
Alistair grabbed her arm. "What? What did you say?"
"I never wanted this for you, little one," she said softly, tears glistening in her eyes. "I wanted you far away; safe from all of this. It's why I gave you to him. I thought he'd keep you safe."
Alistair stared at her, barely aware of the templars arriving at the door of the study.
"Goodbye, my son," Fiona whispered, pressing a kiss into his cheek. Then she was gone, huddled between two hulking templars, and Alistair, paralyzed by her words, sat down in the chair behind his desk, touching the spot on his cheek where she'd kissed him.
Re: Alistair & Fiona, G