owlmoose | Dragon Age Kiss Battle: 2013 Edition

Welcome to the 2013 Dragon Age Kiss Battle!

Any kind of kiss is welcome -- het, slash, femslash; shippy, familial, gen; cheek kisses, mouth kisses, kissing of... other things; serious, fluffy, silly, or all three at once; fanfic, fanart, whatever you come up with; anything goes!

Update: The post is now open! The post will open to prompts and comments at approximately 9AM Pacific Time, Thursday February 7th (Click here for the time in your timezone). I don't anticipate closing it, so come by any time!

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.

Artwork can be posted inline, but try not to make it too large. Please link to images that are very large or NSFW.

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

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If you have questions, please ask them here. Thanks, and happy kissing!!

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Never thought I'd find myself here

A nice surprise

The first and last kiss

Damn

Soldiers don't start at the sound of metal hitting the ground. Common enough for them to hear the muted clanging of armored feet, people moving around in heavy arms, putting it on and discarding it to do exercises, to march, to fight. As the feet draw closer, she still doesn't turn from her task because Aveline is methodical in caring for her own armor and though they tease her about it from time to time, no one would dare interrupt her.

It's what she does because she was taught to do it. Make it last, her father would say, not needing to elaborate. There were no other sets if hers fell into disrepair, no money to buy more and no second chances to get into the King's service.

She's surprised when the footfalls stop in front of her and block her light. Still, she finishes the task, wiping the wax carefully from the crevices of her chestplate. Whomever stands before her is silent as they wait.

When she looks up, her face morphs from the almost scowl she was forming to a large grin. "Wesley." She breathes her husband's name as he smiles down at her, templar armor gleaming in the lamplight. "This is unexpected."

"I have a short break, and knew you were nearby." He offers as explanation, though they need none. When they got married, he'd promised he'd always find her.

They embrace without hesitation, and she threads her fingers through his hair. It's shorter than it was the last time she saw him, but just as soft under her hand. When she buries her face in his neck, he smells just like she remembers, like home.

That first kiss comes only when they have privacy, away from all the others. He's fiercer for the waiting, as though the minutes since he came to camp were worse than the weeks preceding them. Her body hums with a quiet passion that unlocks with his touch, her mouth against his. The urgency comes later, but that first kiss is a welcome, an 'I missed you' and love conveyed in the one simple gesture.

She never thought she'd ever get to kiss him. First a Brother, then a Prince, and for all her mother told her she was an Amell, and the equal of anyone in Kirkwall, she knew she was really just a farm-girl, a tavern-rat, more comfortable with bandits and mercs than nobles.

Even as Champion, the recognition scratched rather than soothed, an itch between her shoulder blades where she couldn't reach. Too much, too soon, too fragile. It wasn't real, not in any way that mattered.

He didn't seem to care about all the things she knew, however, one warm summer night outside the Chantry, a whisper of how he wished they'd met in better times, so they were both free to act on their desires. And perhaps, some day, after the storm they could both feel brewing finally broke, they'd have another chance?

It was more hope than she'd ever allowed herself before, a murmured agreement in the dark, the warmth of his hand against her skin, the brush of his lips against her mouth.

Of course, the storm broke more than buildings, destroyed more than lives, darkness and rage in his eyes as he left, betrayal too painful to forgive. She never saw him again, though she never forgot that one sweet moment of possibility, treasured that ache of hope in her heart, no matter how painfully it had shattered.

"Oh, and don't you look pretty in blue?"

Nathaniel coughed, trying not to stare too incredulously at the lovely deadly? pirate stalking around Hawke and headed right towards him. He had been many things in his life, heir and archer and lost and found, and a Warden for several years now, but he was rather sure 'pretty' had never been one of them.

"I bet you look even prettier when you take all that blue off, now don't you?" Her smile widened as she leaned in closer, the brush of her breasts against his arm probably the sort of thing that distracted most men from the light brush of fingers against his belt-pouch.

He grabbed her wrist and raised an eyebrow at her.

"Can't blame a girl for trying, now can you?"

"Of course I can." It was very difficult to keep a straight face at the mock despair that curved her lips. Plus the breasts really were quite remarkable, especially so very close up. "Give me a reason not to?"

Her frown switched to a grin almost faster than he could blink, and she rocked up on her toes, leaning her weight against him and pressing her lips to his, warm then hot and soft then firm and just the slightest flick of her tongue as she leaned back on her heels.

"There's more where that came from, my pretty. I have always been such a fan of Warden stamina." She winked as his fingers loosened, and she blew him another kiss as she walked away.

He hadn't even gotten her name.

oh, that's lovely. <3 Aveline

Oh. Oh. That is beautiful.

Thank you!

Almost doesn't count

Ah... Aveline and Wesley. This feels so in character and so sweetly believable as an interaction for them, and they are one of my three favorite warm fuzzy OTPs. :)

"He offers as explanation, though they need none. When they got married, he'd promised he'd always find her." <--- this is exactly how I picture Wesley.

(wanders off to have happy Aveline/Wesley feels.)

Hee hee. This is great. I especially love "The very idea." I can hear Varric saying all of this mock-sternly.

To the victor goes the spoils.

Behind the scenes.

Hands off, you tart!

hnng. I love how evocative that is, secrets and kisses and scars.

Oh, goodness yes. I love the almost dance of it, the push and pull. <3

*laughs* I love Isabela. SO VERY MUCH. <3

:D She is pretty damn awesome.

This is so perfect! <3

I love the calming effect they seem to have on each other here.

Oh god, way to make me cry first thing in the morning. T-T

I like to share my self-inflicted misery? <3 (Thank you, both of you.)

So very Bela. Even better, I can almost picture it as my save where Bethany's there with Nate, and in spite of the fact that I ship them Beth's trying not to laugh the entire time because she knows what Bela's up to. :p

ha! Bethany laughing in the background is a great idea. <3 (thank you)

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Dragon Age Kiss Battle: 2013 Edition

Anders/F!Hawke/Fenris

Sebastian/Fenris

Sebastian/F!Hawke

Re: A Kind of Comfort Sebastian/Isabela, T

Soldiers Like Us, Aveline/Wesley, T

Once and Only

It takes one to know one, T

Re: Soldiers Like Us, Aveline/Wesley, T

Re: Once and Only

Fergus Cousland/Anora

Re: Soldiers Like Us, Aveline/Wesley, T

Re: Varric/Isabela

Hawke/Isabela

Varric/Hawke

Aveline/Isabela

Re: f!Cousland/Zevran

Re: A Kind of Comfort Sebastian/Isabela, T

Re: Isabela/f!Hawke, Ulterior Motives

Re: Isabela/f!Hawke, Ulterior Motives

Re: Isabela/f!Hawke, Ulterior Motives

Re: Away With Us, Isabela/Fenris, K

Re: Once and Only

Re: Once and Only

Re: It takes one to know one, T

Re: It takes one to know one, T