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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

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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Undying hatred.

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."

Varric and Isabela write kissy-smutty friend-fic to pass time and read out loud while at the Hanged Man. Purple prose (Isabela)? Over-the-top tall tales (Varric)? ;)

Childhood memories

“You’re not sorry”

On a dare

Lost in the Deep Roads

Innocently mirroring what blossoms around them (interpret as you wish, additional characters+kisses welcome)

Aftermath

This is absolutely brilliant. Brontos indeed. :)

"Just shut up!"

"Well, don't tell anyone" -- LOL, Alistair. :)

Their interactions are so cute in this.

Hey, this is such an awesome character study for this pair (my fave DA canon pairing, btw). ^^

"Two sovereigns that Fenris moves in within a month." Isabela leaned over the table. "He's got to be sick of that run-down mansion by now, and Hawke's is so much nicer. Not to mention Oriana's cooking."

Aveline shook her head. "If Fenris wanted to leave, he'd have done so by now."

Isabela shrugged. "Fine. If you're that sure, put your money where your mouth is."

"It's a bet, then." Aveline reached out her hand for a shake; Isabela took it, then pulled Aveline to her and dropped a peck on her lips. Aveline raised her eyebrows in response. "And what was that for?"

Isabela grinned and leaned back in her chair. "Haven't you ever heard the expression 'sealed with a kiss'?"

"In that case, we should do it properly." Aveline stood, leaned over Isabela, cupped the back of her hand around Isabela's neck, and brought their lips together in a long, slow kiss. Isabela froze for only a second before she came back with an eager response, parting her lips and sighing, her fingers light on Aveline's cheek.

When she had finished, Aveline sat back down, and Isabela stood, the lightest flush on her cheeks. "That was a proper kiss, all right." Her eyes sparkled. "Donnic is a lucky man."

Aveline leaned back in her chair. "I know," she said. "So, are we on?"

Isabela walked behind Aveline's chair, trailed her fingers over the wooden back. "You bet we are. I'll see you later."

Aveline watched Isabela's slow sashay out of the room, her smile twitching into a smirk as she caught Varric's eye across the room. Varric stood and, with a shake of his head, slapped a gold coin on the table. "You win this round, Captain," he said. "One sovereign, just like we agreed."

She picked up the coin and flipped it, watching its lazy spin before catching and pocketing it. "Totally worth it to see the look on her face."

Varric snorted. "Don't pretend you didn't love it," he said. "You and Rivaini both."

Her smile grew wider, but she shook her head. "Unlike some people, I don't kiss and tell." She pushed back her chair. "See you later, Varric."

This is exactly the sort of slice-of-life I was hoping for. :) Really nicely done!

Varric approves +10!

I love how one bet is a frame for another bet. Great twist on the prompt!

After the dust settles.

Ahahahaha. Aveline, you are AWESOME. <3333333

Oh, I LOVE this. There's never enough Aveline and Donnic being awesome together in fandom. :D

Question - do you have a gender preference for Cousland?

Velanna starts to look abnormally pale a day into the trip into the Deep Roads. By the time they reach the old thaig - their destination - she’s sweating profusely, and doesn’t offer a protest when Nathaniel puts his arm around her to help her step over some fallen debris. “You really are sick, aren’t you?” he says.

“Thank you for the brilliant insight,” she mutters. She manages to pull herself out of Nathaniel’s grasp, and immediately collapses. “Maybe,” she says as Nathaniel crouches next to her, “we should camp for a little while.”

“Maybe,” he agrees, gathering Velanna into his arms. She’s not very heavy, and doesn’t even make any faces at him when he lifts her. In fact, she lays her head on his shoulder and sighs. She’s asleep before he lays her back down.

When she wakes, he’s built a fire and is setting traps around the perimeter of their camp. Out of the corner of his eye, Nathaniel sees her sit straight up. When he looks over, her eyes are bright and glassy. “Are you okay?”

Velanna shakes her head. “No,” she says, her voice cracking. “No, I don’t think so.”

Nathaniel goes over to kneel next to her. He puts a hand on her forehead. “Andraste’s ass, you’re burning up.”

“Really? Because I’m kind of cold.”

“Not surprising.” He guides her back down onto the pallet and pulls the blanket up to her neck. “We’re pretty secure here. Just rest for a while.”

“But you can’t stay on watch forever,” she protests weakly.

“I’ll manage.”

On a whim, he leans over and kisses her forehead. She chuckles. “I used to do that to Seranni when she got sick.”

“I did it to Delilah,” he admits. “But I’m afraid I don’t have any stuffed animals around, which was my other comfort specialty when I was a child.”

“Kill one of those stupid deepstalkers and stuff it for me.” That’s apparently the funniest thing she’s ever heard, because Velanna starts laughing, and doesn’t stop until she starts coughing violently. “I’m so sick,” she groans when she catches her breath.

“I noticed.” He pats her shoulder. “Sleep. I’ll go try to catch a deepstalker for you.”

This time, she only chuckles weakly as he stands up. He barely hears her speak as he turns away. “Hey, Nathaniel?”

He turns back. “Yes?”

“You know …” Velanna’s voice is dreamy, on the edge of sleep, “I don’t think I’d mind if you did that when I wasn’t sick.”

“Did what?”

“Kiss me. But maybe a little lower.”

Nathaniel stares at her for a minute after her breath evens out into sleep. When he turns away again, he’s grinning. Maybe, he thinks, he will go look for a deepstalker. Just to make her laugh again.

A second wager.

This is so amazing. I love it! :D

I had to bite my lip to keep from squeeing out loud at work! This was lovely and left me with a big soppy grin on my face. Thank you so much! :D

slow burn

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Dragon Age Kiss Battle!

Morrigan/Alistair

Re: Aveline/Donnic

Anyone/Anyone where Varric & Isabela write friend-fic

Anora/Cousland

Merril/Fenris

Zevran/Sten

Alistair/f!Warden

Dog/Ser Pounce-A-Lot (plus ?/?)

Cullen/f!Hawke

Re: Don't Think About Brontos (Alistair/f!Aeducan, PG)

Anders/Fenris

Re: Fetch (Alistair and Dog, G)

Re: Aveline/Donnic

Easy Money (Isabela/Aveline, PG)

Re: Aveline/Donnic

Re: Easy Money (Isabela/Aveline, PG)

Merril/Bethany

Re: Easy Money (Isabela/Aveline, PG)

Re: Aveline/Donnic

Re: Anora/Cousland

The Deep Roads Flu (Nathaniel/Velanna, G)

Zevran/Morrigan/Alistair

Re: Easy Money (Isabela/Aveline, PG)

Re: The Deep Roads Flu (Nathaniel/Velanna, G)

Bethany/Sebastian