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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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"Where do you think you're going?"

Hawke jumped, startled, and then cursed herself for jumping. The last thing she needed was to show weakness. "Elsewhere," she retorted. "Unless you've changed your mind and have come to haul me in for my crimes?"

The Knight-Captain (no, she reminded herself: acting Knight-Commander, now) crossed his arms over his chest. The sound of metal scraping against metal put her teeth on edge and made her want to cry all at the same time. "You know that's not why I'm here."

It wasn't fair, really. He had no right sounding quite so wounded. His wasn't the life turned completely inside out and upside down by... by everything. Maker, he'd landed himself a promotion. She turned away from him, pushing random articles of clothing and spare potions and a ribbon that had once been her mother's into a pack.

"Hawke."

"In case you've forgotten, I was involved with some magnificently horrifying business earlier, Cul--Knight-Commander. Your support may have bought me time, but somehow I don't think the majority of your brethren will be quite so willing to turn a blind eye--"

"Hawke."

Pulling the drawstring tight, she hugged the pack to her chest as she turned, holding it like a shield between them. "I couldn't let them invoke the Right of Annulment. I couldn't."

He bowed his head, but not before she saw the sorrow and fear and, yes, anger crease his brow. "I know," he said. "Hawke--"

"So I--I'm sorry. I am sorry. But I wouldn't change my own actions today, not for anything. Not... not for anyone."

He raised his eyes to meet hers. "I wouldn't expect you to. It... it wasn't an easy choice you made today, but it was the right one. And I--"

She shook her head roughly. "Please, Cullen... please don't make this harder."

"Maker's breath, would you let me finish? I'm coming with you."

Her pack fell to the floor with a heavy thump--and the crash of what was most certainly a broken potion bottle--but Hawke only stared, lips slightly parted, eyes wide.

"I'm... I'm coming with you," he repeated, softly. "I-if you'll let me. If you'll have me."

Then her feet moved and she had her arms around his neck and her lips pressed to his before she could even think about stopping them. Seeking. Finding. He caught her about the waist with one arm, while his other hand swept up to tangle in her hair, and the feel of his lips on hers was the closest thing in the world she had to home.

"Good," he said, when they reluctantly parted. He still had his arms tight around her and his forehead pressed to hers. She felt inordinately pleased that she'd made him sound so breathless. "Good. That's settled, then."

Oh. Oh, this is beautiful. I love how angry and frustrated they both are, Cullen's choices here, and all the slap-and-snarlness of this. Yessss.

Ooooooooh. YES. I love this! <33333

Either f or m!Cousland-- whatever strikes your fancy given the political nature surrounding their families, and the likelihood of them previously meeting as children (noticeable age differences, then, of course). Gen would be very cool actually.

Exasperation

<3<3<3<3<3 I LOVE THIS.

Oh, this is PERFECT. And SO Alistair. I love it! <3

I am such a sucker for mabari-stories (and Alistair!), and this is just perfect. Lovely <3

Oh, man, this is adorable. Which is... actually not something I ever thought I'd say about Velanna. Just lovely!! <3 (Also, deepstalker stuffed animals: creepy. But so perfect.)

Goodbye.
(Either gender is fine for Tabris.)

How did you get here?

I trust you.

She's gone.

Oh, yes. So beautifully done. I love the interplay of emotions, the uncertainty, and tick-tick-tick urgency, all in a jumble and then just plain settled. Thank you! <3 <3 <3

True love.

This was very unexpected, and I love it!

Unexpected

"I was supposed to the king, you know...long time ago."

velvet

alliance

"... I thought the golem actually was going to throw me across the village," said the young king of Ferelden.

Hawke laughed into her hand. King Alistair wasn't at all what she had expected.

Her mother, determined to revive at least some of the former Amell respectability, had hosted a party inviting all the nobles of Kirkwall, and, after hearing about her daughter's chat with him in the Viscount's Keep, the King of Ferelden as well. Hawke had tried to discourage her mother from the idea, saying that the king was likely far too busy, but to her surprise, he had shown up and proven himself the most interesting guest at the party. Where she'd expected stiff formality, the king instead treated her like he'd known her for years. He was funny, charming, and if she'd been at all smart, she'd have foisted him off on some unsuspecting noble hours ago. It wasn't safe to have the attention of a man like him... but here she was talking and laughing with him to the exclusion of anyone else, including Seneschal Bran's son.

Alistair caught her glance over his shoulder and half turned. "What?"

"Don't turn!" Hawke hissed, grabbing his hand and pulling him back behind the pillar. "He's looking for me!"

Alistair's eyebrows rose. "Now I must know. Who is it, Hawke?"

She bit her lip. "Seneschal Bran's son."

Alistair choked on the champagne he was sipping. "The downy-faced boy? The one with the cravat that's been tied to look like something from the Fade?"

Hawke giggled. "Yes, him. Mother's been matchmaking, never mind that he's nearly eight years younger than I am."

"Oh come now, Hawke. Eight years isn't that much of an age difference," Alistair said with a grin. "I'll bet he has some stellar qualities. Let's say we invite him over. I'll even play chaperone."

"Don't you dare!" Hawke growled, unconsciously taking a step closer to stab a finger at his chest. They stared at each other for a minute, and Hawke was suddenly aware of the gold flecks in Alistair's eyes and breadth of his shoulders. Uh oh... she had time for one last coherent thought before...

"Hide me!" Alistair grabbed her shoulders and ducked down behind her.

"Maker's breath, what are you doing?" Hawke gasped and heard a distinctly nasal voice pass close by.

"Where iz he? I know 'ee iz 'ere somewhere."

"Pfft. 'Ee iz ze, king, Fifi. 'Ee will know that I clearly am ze better looking one."

"How dare you!"

Hawke raised an eyebrow at the cowering king. "You've attracted the attention of both de Launcet sisters? I almost pity you."

"They won't take no for an answer," Alistair moaned piteously. "Help me, Hawke!"

Hawke grinned. "You keep me away from Bran's whelp and I'll let you in on the secret to avoiding Fifi and Babette for good."

Hope brightened the king's face. "An alliance to avoid unwanted suitors? You have a deal."

Hawke grinned and tugged him out from the safety of the pillar. "Alright. The key to avoiding Fifi and Babette is knowing them: they are extremely possessive. Any hint of you favoring another woman and they'll lose interest."

"Oh. Really?" Alistair suddenly looked nervous.

Hawke gestured to the gathered nobles. "Take your pick, Your Majesty."

Alistair looked over the crowd of chatting nobility, face thoughtful, then turned back to her. "What do I do once I choose?"

Hawke shrugged. "Go to her. Sweep her off her feet? Whatever will grab their attention."

"How about this?" Alistair took one long step forward and pressed his mouth against hers.

This is a very bad idea, she thought even as she twined her arms around his shoulders.

This is so comfortable and sweet, love it :)

“Stop- Alistair, what are you doing?” Morrigan grabbed his hands and pushed him away. “I said we had to lay together. I didn’t say you could grope me.”

Alistair shrugged her off. “Well, I have to do something,” he sulked. “This doesn’t just... happen.”

Morrigan sighed. This past year had been a torment. Why Alistair had to be the only male Warden to survive Ostagar, she couldn’t imagine, but she hated him for it. She also hated him for how he teased her, and looked at her, and for his infuriatingly perfect nose.

She scowled at Alistair. “Fine,” she said, and she crossed her arms. “You can touch me. Just don’t expect me to like it.”

They stared at each other. After a moment Alistair rubbed the back of his neck. “Can you close your eyes, or something? This is really weird.”

Morrigan sighed again, and rolled her eyes before complying. The anticipation was almost too much. She jumped when he touched her, and she felt goosebumps she couldn’t explain. It must be the hate, she rationalized; she didn’t know if she had ever hated anyone so much. She felt his lips at the bare skin of her shoulder, and her eyes snapped open.

“Did you just kiss me?” she demanded.

“What, no, I just...” He looked like he’d been caught with the whole cookie jar. “I’m just trying to do what you asked. You’re making it very difficult.”

Morrigan gave him a pitying look. “Oh, does Alistair have a little problem?”

“What?” She glanced down at his smalls, and he shifted self consciously. “No, I don’t have any problems. Little or otherwise.”

This did seem to be the case, but Morrigan scoffed. “You have so many problems it would take all evening to enumerate them.” She swallowed. “You’re so pathetic.”

“Says the woman who walks around in a hankerchief!” Alistair scowled. “You know, for someone who claims to hate attention, you act rather desperate for it.”

Morrigan snorted. “Says the man who cries when his pretty hair gets mussed!”

“This again!” Alistair threw up his hands. “Yes, I cried when a man who was very important to me died, but that’s normal, you know, I’m not... wait, you think I have pretty hair?”

“What?” Her skin darkened. “No. Did I say pretty? Because I meant stupid.” She frowned. “‘Tis very stupid hair, because you are stupid, and I don’t—”

Alistair reached for her and she stopped short. Their eyes met. Morrigan thought for a moment that he had very nice eyes, before he dove forward and pressed his lips into hers.

The kiss was warmer than she'd imagined, and she felt hot, and little dizzy. After a moment he broke away, and Morrigan wasn’t sure what made her more angry: that he had kissed her at all, or that he’d stopped, but she hated him even more, if that was possible, for both offenses. She leaned into him.

“I hate you so much,” she gasped, against his mouth.

“The feeling is mutual,” he returned, before he kissed her again.

Yes, Morrigan. Hate. Hate is definitely what's going on ;D I love this!

LOL, so cute :)

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Dragon Age Kiss Battle!

Aftermath: Cullen/f!Hawke PG

Re: Aftermath: Cullen/f!Hawke PG

Re: Aftermath: Cullen/f!Hawke PG

Re: Anora/Cousland

Herren/Wade

Re: Easy Money (Isabela/Aveline, PG)

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

Re: Fetch (Alistair and Dog, G)

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

Warden Tabris and Shianni

Aveline/Brosca

Bethany/Aveline

Eleanor/Bryce

Re: Aftermath: Cullen/f!Hawke PG

Zevran/Wynne

Re: Aftermath: Cullen/f!Hawke PG

Sigrun/Varric

Alistair/Fenris/Anders

Isabella/Bethany

Alistair/f!Hawke

Re: Alistair/f!Hawke

Re: Aveline/Donnic

I Hate You So Much

Re: I Hate You So Much

Re: Easy Money (Isabela/Aveline, PG)