Dragon Age Kiss Battle!

[owlmoose]

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:

1. 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.


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


3. Multiple responses are both allowed and encouraged!


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


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


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


7. 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.

Comments

A Lesson (Wynne/Zevran PG) - by LuckyNumber78

[(Anonymous)]

Zevran laughed, taking the roasting hare off the spit. He cleanly broke it in two and sat on the log by Wynne, who took her half with an appreciative nod.
“You’re saying I of all people, have never been in love?”
“No,” she scoffed, licking one of her fingers, somehow gracefully. “I’m saying you’ve never known true love, Zevran.”
“I find that hard to believe,” he said smoothly, licking his lips as he shamelessly eyed the old woman’s surprisingly supple body, lithe and sleek under fitted red robes. “I have known many, many types of love.”
She chuckled warmly.
“Just because you have shared many beds, Zevran, does not mean you know what it’s like to be with a woman who truly loves you, to share her kiss.”
“Ah,” the elf said dismissively, taking a rather large bite of the hare. “All women kiss alike. True, there are levels of quality and,” he paused to swallow and laugh; “sincerity, but when you’ve got her where you want her…”
He shrugged and paused for a moment.
“Of course,” he picked up again, “all men kiss the same, too, though I’ve yet to meet the man who can kiss like a woman or vice versa. But that is beside the point.”
Wynne looked at him smugly but said nothing, as the two finished their meals in relative silence. When he had finished eating, Zevran laid the bones on the grass beside him. He unsheathed a dagger and threw it into the air, where it sailed a perfect arc and landed back in his hand, and he began to clean under his fingernails with the point.
“I was in love once,” he mused.
“Oh, yes?” Wynne said with a look of mischievous anticipation.
“Of course, she robbed me blind the next morning, and I had to kill her.”
“Zevran,” said Wynne, cocking her head and speaking as though to a very young child. “You really shouldn’t need me to tell you that that is not true love.”
“Oh, don’t be so cynical. I felt very bad about killing her, really. I must have mourned and pined for, oh… an hour? Besides, what do you know, oh, you of the magical bosom?”
“I know quite a lot, Zevran. You don’t get to be a grey-haired mage in Ferelden without seeing some things.”
She stared at the ground with a gravity that broke Zevran’s heart a little bit. Hers was a solemnity which spoke volumes of almost-happinesses and bitter disappointments, and one which even threatened the jollity of their faux-spiteful banter.
“Of this I’ve no doubt. Would you care to… show me some?” Zevran joked, trying to break the pall which smothered the mood. He attempted to appear casual, turning his attention back to his fingernails.
“Zevran,” she said, pleadingly, training her eyes on his downcast face. “Look at me.”
He looked up at her, noting half a teardrop thinking about trickling down her face.
Gently, she leaned into his slim body. She felt his fingers glide over her back just before she kissed him. She kissed him with fierce softness, and for that moment, nothing else mattered to either, not her sense of propriety or his pride of conquest, not the hurts of her past or the temptations of his present. She kissed him with love and admiration and annoyance and he reciprocated with every repressed fiber of tenderness in him. She tasted of stone and sorrow and he of wood and, naturally, leather.
As they pulled apart from each other, Wynne laid a soft, wrinkled hand on Zevran’s tattooed cheek.
“Tell me,” she whispered. “Have you ever been kissed like that before?”
Zevran stared into her eyes, looking slightly stunned.
“No, I- uh. I must say that’s a new one, by me.” He cleared his throat.
Wynne smiled and tucked a flyaway strand of blonde hair behind his pointed ear as she rose and started to walk away.
Zevran thought to go back to his fingernails. He looked around for his knife. It was still in his hand, embedded deep in the solid log they had been sitting on. He gave it a tug. Wynne turned around and smirked at the sound of his effort as he gave it another yank, though it stayed firmly put. He noticed her gaze and shifted his legs slightly, covering up a slightly more risqué effect of their kiss.
“Tsk, tsk,” Wynne chided. “What a waste of such a lovely knife to sheath it so.”
She turned and walked back to her tent, not having to turn back to see the elf watch her agape, in awe of the double entendre worthy of Zev himself.

Re: A Lesson (Wynne/Zevran PG) - by LuckyNumber78

[owlmoose]

I love this! The dialogue is so spot-on, especially Zevran's, and the kiss is sweet.

Re: A Lesson (Wynne/Zevran PG) - by LuckyNumber78

[violacea]

Hee! Wynne is so awesome. :D

Re: A Lesson (Wynne/Zevran PG) - by LuckyNumber78

[cherith]

I love this so, so much. I will always be pleasantly surprised by how feisty Wynne can be.