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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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Anders pants like a mabari whenever they kiss. Marian thought it was sexy, that first time in his clinic, as though he wanted her so much he'd forgotten how to breath properly. Now she's realized it's just how he is.

A long passionate kiss before even more passionate lovemaking, and he pants. The whole time. Soft kisses goodbye in the morning, and he's still gasping for air. Even once in the market, he'd seized her unexpectedly and kissed her, pant pant pant, in front of everyone. Isabela has never let her live that one down.

Marian thinks it might be time he learned to breath through his nose.

He's panting again. Anders caught her in a kiss as soon as she stepped through the door, and after a long day in the trenches it sounds even louder than usual. She pushes him gently away.

"Anders can you- what?" He's giving her a funny look.

"I was just thinking how beautiful you are." Anders smiles. "You're the most amazing woman I've ever met, Marian, in every way. I still can't quite believe you let me into your home."

"I... oh." Marian blushes. She can hardly breath herself, when he's like this. "Thank you."

"Were you going to say something?"

"It's not important." She smiles and he kisses her again. After a moment he's panting again. The sound is a love letter writ by his lungs, and Marian can't remember why it ever bothered her.

OMG LOVE IT! This is now my canon, post Asunder. What a tragic way to meet :(

Mmmm. Very nice dynamic here. Thank you!

Awww, very sweet. :)

Aww. Thank you!

Very sweet. :) Anders's enthusiasm for that first kiss might be what single-handedly sucked me into this romance, and you captured exactly that here.

Ow! I love the hate, almost-hate, confusing not-hate. It's all so wonderfully awkward.

Awwwww! I can sooooo easily see this scene happening. <3 <3 <3

:D Yes, Alistair would take the "easy" way out. Love this!

Neither of them speak. Even without the risk of being overheard, words are not what either of them needs, or wants.

Touch is what they crave -- anxious, fervent touches exchanged in secret, in a silent, darkened stairwell, plunged into shadows at the deepest hours of night when the tower is as quiet as it will ever be.

Anders presses Karl into a corner; He goes without resistance.

It's their lips that meet first, passing warm, wordless breaths between them, saying everything despite saying nothing at all.

Their palms touch, fingers clasping desperately in the shadows, and the darkness no longer matters during those stolen moments in the night, moments when perfect sight is meaningless and the lightest touch of a lover's hand matters more than words ever will.

Absolutely love this. The imagery and little details are fantastic. <3

Loyalty.

Ahh, this is lovely. <3

Ahh, I love the juxtaposition of "kiss my boot" and their final kiss. Lovely.

Oh, so lovely, so sad. Eleanor, she's such a badass lady.

Thanks! Not-quite-hate sex is one of my favorite themes, I return to it rather often ;)

She'd been staring into it for hours when the dark, placid surface of the Eluvian suddenly shimmered at Merrill's touch. Her pulse sharply quickened as her heart leapt up into her throat, a fresh sense of hope cutting through the heavy shroud of frustration that had settled over her. Everyone told her it was broken. It was tainted, ruined. Dead.

But she hadn't given up. And here it was, flickering now, rippling with life just beneath her fingertips.

The mirror's surface was cloudy, unclear. A silhouette formed beneath the murkiness, coming into focus as if rising slowly through a deep, dense fog.

Merrill leaned in, her eyes wide, blood rushing hard and fast to her cheeks. She pressed her palms flat against the glass, flush against the mist and the shadows, her face only inches from its surface.

A face lifted out of the fog as it swirled and parted and cleared. Merrill's breath was hot and hollow as it brushed against the face -- a woman's face -- but it left no mark on the glass, as though it had passed completely through.

As she brushed her thumb against the outline of the figure's smooth, dusky cheek, Merrill's heart skipped a beat inside her chest.

Who are you?

The figure's dark hair flashed into focus, her light-colored eyes locking on Merrill's.

Can you see me, too?

Suddenly, the image flickered. Merrill's heart dropped from her throat, like a ball of lead slamming into her chest. She caught just a flash of pale eyes, a tiny glimpse of a subtle, enigmatic smile before the silhouette began to fade.

"No!" she cried out loud, gripping the sides of the frame with her hands, her fingernails chipping she clawed desperately at the Eluvian.

Trembling with apprehension, Merrill lurched forward, pressing her mouth against the fading lips of the dwindling silhouette, lips she had seen turning up at the corner with the tiniest hint of a mysterious, knowing smirk only moments earlier.

For an instant, Merrill felt warmth; She sighed at the subtle, inviting heat of a reciprocated kiss.

Then the mirror turned cold, and she was alone, once again.

LOVE this. Merrill almost finds a kindred spirit and then it's gone. The description is great, I especially like this sentence:

Merrill's breath was hot and hollow as it brushed against the face -- a woman's face -- but it left no mark on the glass, as though it had passed completely through.

So cool... thank you!

Thank you! Awkward is my stock in trade :P

You saw what I did there :)

Yeah, there's no way Eleanor would ever kiss his boot. Howe is a dirty liar.

"Please tell me you don't really intend to drag these mages back to the Circle, Hawke." Anders trailed closely behind Hawke, his tone growing combative as they drew closer to their destination on the Wounded Coast. "You know how things are. Are we just supposed to trust this 'sympathetic' templar? He's not even loyal to his own order."

"Even if I wanted to let them go, do you really think I have a say in the matter, Anders?" Hawke snapped, not turning to look at him. Sand was already grinding in the creases between the plates of her armor, and that was making her cranky enough without having to listen to Anders' endless preaching. "Thrask asked for my help, and it's better than letting the other templars get to them first."

Varric and Fenris plodded dutifully along behind Hawke and Anders, keeping close, but at a safe enough distance to avoid potential fireworks should Anders push Hawke just a little too far.

"Of course you have a say! You either turn them in, or you don't! How is that not an easy choice?"

Hawke sighed and rubbed at her temples, pointedly refusing to answer. Arguing wasn't going to help anything, and trying to reason with Anders on this particular subject was completely pointless.

"I see how it is," Anders spat after a few moments of silence, turning away from Hawke and flashing an angry glare at both Varric and Fenris. "What about you, Varric? Do you agree with this... this complete travesty of Justice?"

"Pick your battles, Blondie," Varric sighed evasively before falling silent again, pretending to polish a dirty spot on Bianca's frame.

Anders snorted angrily. "I won't even bother asking Fenris. He'd just as soon see every mage with his heart ripped out of his chest."

Fenris did not confirm or deny the accusation, nor did he voice displeasure at being spoken of as though he were not present at all. He simply plodded along behind Anders, who continued to fume and mutter loudly to himself.

When they stopped a short time later to get their bearings and check Hawke's map, Anders started in again with seemingly renewed vigor.

"Why do you even bring me on these jobs?"

"I didn't force you to come."

"I was hoping to be able to talk some sense into you."

"You're the only one I see carrying on, here," Hawke sighed, exasperated by Anders' incessant provocations.

"Yes, because defending the lives of innocent people clearly constitutes 'carrying on', as you so generously put it."

"It would be wise for you to remember your place, Mage," Fenris spat from behind, finally fed up with the nonsense and noise.

"I don't see that it's any of your business, Fenris," Anders shot back, exaggerating the fact that Fenris refused to call him by name. "Hawke and I are having a discussion."

"And I believe that Hawke has made her decision on the matter clear enough, and that some of us wish to finish the journey in peace."

"How is it that none of you can see how wrong this is?" Anders grit his teeth in frustration, clenching his fists at his sides. He did not notice Fenris stalk up from behind him and grab him swiftly by the collar of his coat, yanking him around so that they stood face to face.

"Is there nothing that will make you cease your endless protestations?" Fenris growled, his lips pulling back to bare his teeth.

"I will defend the cause of mages as long as I have a mouth with which to speak the words. I hardly think anything the likes of you could do would ever be enough to 'shut me up'."

Fenris only gripped Anders' collar more tightly, pulling him close enough to smell the reek of the sewers that radiated from his clothing. Roughly, angrily, Fenris crushed Anders' mouth against his own, their faces pressing together for only a moment before Anders' hands shot up and pushed violently at Fenris, shoving him backward and loosening his grip on Anders' tattered coat.

Anders roughly wiped the back of his mouth with his hand. It took every bit of restraint he had not to simply spit toward the sand at his feet in disgust. His face burned with anger, and he couldn't look Fenris in the eye.

Hawke and Varric prudently pretended not to have noticed anything amiss as they continued to walk, leaving the other two lagging behind. Fenris quickly regained his balance, choking back his own feelings of revulsion in favor of a little peace and quiet as he brushed arrogantly past Anders, seeking to catch up to the rest of the group.

"Your move, Mage," Fenris taunted under his breath as he walked away, leaving Anders standing flustered and slack-jawed and red-faced in the sand.

Hello, Sailor!

Tragedy

Not sure if this was what you had in mind, but it's what came into my head. :D

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Fenris grasped his bleeding leg with a scowl and a hiss of pain. He looked up to reluctantly call for the abomination to heal him, but the blonde mage was leaning over Hawke's body, looking frantic. Fenris bit back his call for aid; Hawke needed him more.

"Let me help, Fenris," Merrill said, coming up, wringing her hands. "I... I have to do something and Anders won't let me near her, Hawke I mean, but I can help!"

Fenris snarled. "I want none of your filthy magic, witch."

"It's not blood magic, I promise," Merrill sighed. "Anders has been teaching me a little of healing magic and it looks to me like you could use it, or do you intend on bleeding out into the dirt?"

"Fine," Fenris bit out. "One hint of you even thinking of using my blood or yours..."

"I won't," Merrill said cheerfully, and knelt beside him.

Fenris watched with narrowed eyes, but the magic she conjured to her palms looked just like what Anders usually did. And despite his misgivings, his leg was feeling better by the second.

"There!" Merrill said, pulling her hands back a moment later. "All better!" And then she did somethig that Fenris would never had seen coming in a million years: she leaned down, and kissed his leg.

Fenris jerked back. "WHAT are you doing?"

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Merrill blushed a violent shade of red.

"You're not sorry!" Fenris sputtered. "What was that for?"

"It's just..." Merrill fiddled with her braids, still blushing. "It's just something I remember my mother doing when I was a child, alright? Kiss the owwie to make it better. Haven't you ever heard of it?"

"If I had a mother, I don't remember it," Fenris growled, flexing his leg experimentally. It felt good; as if he'd never been wounded.

"Well, I am sorry," Merrill said, still flustered. "I won't do it again."

"No, you won't," Fenris agreed, and stood to his feet. As he was walking away, he paused and turned back to the elf girl still kneeling in the dirt. "By the way, thank you."

;~;

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Dragon Age Kiss Battle!

Panting: (Anders/Hawke, PG)

Re: Alistair & Fiona, G

Re: I Hate You So Much

Re: Domestic: Herren/Wade, PG

Re: I Won't Say Goodbye: Warden Tabris and Shianni, unbelievably PG

Re: Panting: (Anders/Hawke, PG)

Re: I Hate You So Much

Re: Domestic: Herren/Wade, PG

Re: Alistair/f!Hawke

Shadows (Anders/Karl, PG?)

Re: Shadows (Anders/Karl, PG?)

Aveline/f!Hawke

Re: Simple Pleasures (Bethany/Nathaniel, PG)

Re: Last Kiss: Eleanor/Bryce, PG13

Re: Last Kiss: Eleanor/Bryce, PG13

Re: I Hate You So Much

Broken - Merrill/Morrigan (G)

Re: Broken - Merrill/Morrigan (G)

Re: I Hate You So Much

Re: Last Kiss: Eleanor/Bryce, PG13

Shock and Awe - (Anders/Fenris, PG)

Isabela/Carver

f!Cousland/Ser Gilmore

Boo-boos, G

Re: Last Kiss: Eleanor/Bryce, PG13