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

Winning 1/2

[defira]

It wasn’t often that the Wardens got a chance to test their mettle against opponents who one might consider worthy. It was tricky, because they weren’t big on style or technique- they were scrappers, concerned more with getting the job done than with executing a perfect passata-sotto. They were used to fighting darkspawn in the bowels of the earth, struggling for their lives in the dark on uneven ground, not duelling prettily with the visiting chevaliers who were guests of the Queen.

Ser Etienne had been attempting to organise a mock tourney for days now, and Elissa had been stalling for days now. But now it was a miserably wet day- positively cheerful weather for Denerim- and they were gathered in makeshift pavilions that had been hastily erected around the perimetre of the yard in the palace. The wardens were scattered amongst the city guard, only Elissa warranting a place of honour at the Queen’s side.

“How much longer do we have to put up with namby-pamby nonsense these fruity Orlesians call fighting?” Oghren groused, leaning back against the bench and belching. That earned them a few filthy glares from the crowd around them, and a little extra space as well. “All this bowing and scraping and posing- someone just needs to get down there and through a fist or two, that’ll liven things up.”

“The field is open, my dear dwarf,” Anders said with a smirk, gesturing broadly to the muddy yard. “By all means, have at it.”

Oghren snorted and muttered something unfit for younger ears. “Commander said I weren’t to go near the Orlesian fruits,” he said with a leer. “Said we’re sposed to be diplomatic, not pummel ‘em.”

“A good pummelling never hurt anyone,” Anders countered.

Nathaniel rolled his eyes and put his elbows on his knees. “You two have the sophistication of a pair of drunk nugs,” he said.

“Funny how often you see that in Orzammar,” Oghren said, rubbing his beard fondly, as if it contributed to his remembrance. “’s not the same trying to get Commander’s mutt drunk.”

Their idiocy was interrupted by a burst of horns, and a new competitor took to the field.

Nathaniel sat up so fast that he slid off the seat and onto the soiled floorboards of the pavilion. The stunned look on his face was apparently a source of great amusement, for his two companions immediately burst into fits of laughter. Embarrassed, he shot them a filthy look as he climbed up backwards onto the seat again.

“Problem, Howe?” Anders said merrily.

Trying not to blush, Nathaniel gestured to the woman standing in the centre of the field. “I know her,” he said, “or knew her, rather. She was always shadowing after Loghain whenever the Teyrn came to visit.”

Oghren and Anders shared a Significant Look, and there was a very obvious clink to indicate the exchange of money. They both did their best to look innocent when Nathaniel glared over at them.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Anders said quickly at the same time that Oghren said “You want in her pants.”

“I- what?” He felt the infuriating rush of blood to his face and tried to scowl instead. “I do not want to get into her pants, you letch!”

The woman in question, oblivious to the debate going on about her, raised her voice over the din of the crowd. “The Queen’s Guard will face the challenge,” she said, standing in the centre of the ring and drawing her sword. She saluted towards the pavilion where Elissa sat with Anora and the Orlesian ambassador. “If there is an opponent willing to face us, we shall spar for the honour of the crown.”

“Why does she refer to herself in plural?” Anders muttered, leaning forward. “Has she got an extra head or something, two personalities?”
He paused and looked slowly over at Nathaniel, eyes widening in revelation. “Is that why you like her? Two heads? One for kissing, one for-”

“It’s the royal we,” he hissed in response, horrified to think of all the very polite ears surrounding them, very studiously making it seem like they weren’t eavesdropping. Which of course, they all were. “If she’s standing for the Queen’s Guard, it means she’s standing on behalf of the Queen.”

“Hmm, so lost her patronage with dear old dad and moved straight onto the daughter,” Anders mused. “She’s a slippery one then. It’ll come in handy later on, when you’re-”

He was on his feet before he knew what he was doing. “Nathaniel Howe, for the honour of the Grey Wardens,” he called, all eyes on the proving ground turning to him. Beside him he heard Oghren snigger, and even from this distance he swore he could almost hear the sound of Elissa dropping her face into her hands with a barely contained curse.