Dragon Age Kiss Battle: 2013 Edition

[owlmoose]

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:

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


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


7. Anon commenting is on, as is OpenID, if you neither have nor want a Dreamwidth account.


8. Send your friends! :D

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

Comments

Re: Once and Only

[kye_shgall.livejournal.com]

I love this. It's a little fic that does everything it needs to in a short space; it's elegant.

Forever and Today, F!Hawke/Sebastian, PG

[fireeye]

She watches him at night, cool midnight pooling in her eyes. Most nights now, Sebastian invariably gives up on the comfort of sleep; instead, he takes to wandering the halls, the gardens, and rarely into the city itself. Hawke keeps step with him, tireless.

During the day, she likes to stand where he can’t avoid her. Too often in Court, Sebastian catches himself staring, mesmerized by the way she moves, the way she preens under his attentive gaze, her dark eyes that reflect the night sky.

It can be difficult at times, but he tries very hard not to watch her.

There are night that Sebastian hates her, when she sits at his bedside and brushes her pale fingers through his hair. There are days that he longs to touch her, when she’s vanished, Andraste knows where, and he never knows when she’ll return. If she’ll return.

But more often then not, she’ll flicker at the edge of his vision. And she always comes back at night, if only to watch.

Hawke smiles whenever she provokes a reaction out of him, such as when he pointedly steps around her, and grimaces when his chamberlain walks right through her. His reaction to the newly legislated provisions and protections for orphans and widows confuses the older man, while Hawke laughs voicelessly.

Sebastian stands on the balcony one morning, while Hawke sits with her back to the painted sky, watching him. Part of him wishes she would talk, but he’s not sure what they have to talk about.

Noticing his attention, the ghost blows him a kiss, and vanishes in the sunlight.

Re: A Good Beginning (Leliana/Nathaniel, G)

[jillyfae]

oooh! :D That's just grand. They're quite lovely together.

Re: Carver/Aveline - Kirkwall, for One Moment, T

[fireeye]

Awww, little baby brother all grown up and kissing the guard-captain like a pro. :3

okay, so my custom hawke would be proud. others maybe not so much. hee!

Exploring the virtues of squishiness

[alias_sqbr]

Exploring the virtues of squishiness by ~sqbr on deviantART

They either just kissed or about to, hopefully that's close enough :)

Merrill/Bethany

[lea_hazel]

Dangerous women.

Confidant, Fergus/Anora, PG

[fireeye]

Fergus remembers Anora as a little girl in ribbons, not the sly and slithering creature that requests an audience with him in private at Highever. She is unarmed, but her escort are still uneasy when he sends them out into the hall, for good reason.

The teryn listens, silent and rapt, as she lays platitudes at his feet. Her would-be fealty, her lips on the back of his hand, and ease at spinning catches him off guard, and that which she outlines at first seems almost benign.

He stops her, not short of treason, and unravels the flaw in her scheme.

“Rendon Howe murdered my parents. My wife. My son.” Fergus lets that sink in. “With your father’s blessing, need I remind you.” He pulls her hands from his shoulders, and pushes her back. “And now you ask me to take up arms against my sister?”

“Half-sister,” Anora scoffs.

“Sister,” Fergus states with certainty. “And Queen.”

“You could have been king,” Anora plies jealousy. Fergus can’t help but wonder at how deeply she believes the corruption of a human soul. “After Cailin, it should have been you. Your sister will bring this kingdom to its knees.”

In answer, he summons her escort. Anora’s façade cracks when the teryn orders them to return her to her cell.

His sister isn’t stupid, and Fergus wonders if this is why she had Anora sent to Highever in the first place. Anywhere else, Anora might have grown a seedling of support from otherwise still soil.

That same night, he relays the encounter, short and to the point, in a missive to the Denerim palace. Before he seals it, he calls to mind the last time he saw his baby sister, hardened by the Joining and the Blight, and hesitates before scrawling each word with care. What would you have me do?

Re: Forever and Today, F!Hawke/Sebastian, PG

[missema]

This is heartbreakingly gorgeous. Thank you.

Re: Confidant, Fergus/Anora, PG

[missema]

Oh Anora. So beautifully troublesome for a Warden Queen. Thank you.

Re: Untrue Tales, Varric/FHawke, T

[cumuluscastle]

The role-playing is very amusing. I like the idea that they keep their real relationship secret and spin tales about the other companions.

Re: Zevran/Rinna - NSFW

[1smut_princess]

Up against the wall, fast and hard, and her full lips were rough on his, teeth digging in until she tasted blood. Rinna panted into the side of his throat as she ground down, rolling her hips to be filled as she clutched at his shoulders. Spasming as she climaxed, Rinna pushed him away, making him grunt with irritation as he tried to pull her back, trying to roll to the side so it was her spine against the wall rather than his where she had pushed him minutes before. With a throaty laugh, she used her natural flexibility and current leverage to spring back, knowing his legs would be tangled in his shoved down trousers, leaving him unsatisfied.

Bronze skin flushed, those golden eyes pinned her, almost dancing with thwarted arousal and no small amount of amusement, "Tchk. Come back here woman." A bare, muscular and tattooed arm snaked out, almost - so close, but not quite - catching her, "That is unfair, come here, princessa."

Laughing at him again as she readjusted her skirts, "No. I got what I wanted - stupid mark didn't let me finish earlier. You'll just have to do without."

"Braska! You are too cruel," growling, her lover shook his head, yanking on his pants to pull them back in place.

Dancing away, Rinna lead him on a chase over the rooftops back to their shared lodgings, "Cruel to the end."

Re: Zevran/Rinna - Angst

[1smut_princess]

Broken cobblestones covered in muck and mud, the raw open sewage of Denerim was gluey and held him, digging in. Zevran's lashes fluttered, weakness and pain devouring him. Poison coursed through his veins, Taliesin's weight pinning his legs and an arm, a macabre embrace. Coughing, blood bloomed tasting of sharp copper and sickening sweet, jostling Taliesin's dagger where it was buried in his side, the sharp prick so close to his ravaged heart. He didn't have long.

'That's a bad one,' with detached curiosity, Rinna's face hove into view.

"Rin-rinna..."

The cloud of soft hair tickled his face for a moment, before a kiss was pressed to his cold lips. Then she was touching Tali, her hands sliding over the dark leather covered back. But there was someone else there, the weight on his forehead, and Zevran gasped, not enough strength for a scream as the blade was pulled from him, power slamming into him. But Rinna was standing back, Taliesin at her side, so solid...until they faded away.

"Zevran! Hang on," his Warden was bent over him, hands glowing. "Please, please hang on."

Left alone but for his Warden, abandoned, all but dead, he said her goodbye, Cruel to the end. Always.

Cauthrien/Nathaniel

[serindrana]

Marriage.

Re: Exploring the virtues of squishiness

[owlmoose]

This is splendid. :)

Re: A Good Beginning (Leliana/Nathaniel, G)

[owlmoose]

This is adorable. I love her awkwardness (unless it's not truly awkwardness but sly flirting, in which case I love it even more!).

Re: Forever and Today, F!Hawke/Sebastian, PG

[jillyfae]

oh, that's lovely. ;_;

Infatuation, T

[jillyfae]

"You think about her when you're watching, don't you. Things Templars pretend they don't think anymore."

Cullen wished desperately he'd worn his helm, so his uneven blush wouldn't be so very visible, and his attempt to ignore the teasing might have a hope of success.

Blasted Anders. Always causing trouble.

"You tell yourself you have feelings for her, don't you? As if she could ever care for one of her jailors."

Not that he could contain the grunt of mingled embarrassment and annoyance at that one, even if he'd had a helm to hide behind.

Anders leaned in closer, his voice whisper sweet despite the bitter words. "You should always consider, when you look at her, when you imagine kissing her, that even if she submits, you'll never know if it's because she wants to, or she's afraid not to."

"That's not ... she wouldn't, I wouldn't ..." Cullen couldn't seem to make his words function, or his thoughts. He wished he was doing rounds rather than guard duty, so he could walk away, but he couldn't, had to stand, had to fumble.

Had to listen.

"You say that now." Anders huffed out one short breath. "I hope you remember it, the next time you see her alone."

Anders was too close, always too close, but then suddenly he was even closer, lips pressed to Cullen's mouth, hard and firm and the sharp edge of teeth until it hurt, and Cullen was too startled to do more than push him away and swallow the bitter metal sting of blood past his tongue.

"That's the sort of affection we earn, in here."

And he was gone, and Cullen was swallowing again, and still he couldn't leave, not to think, not to pray, his face as close to Templar-still as he could make it.

He hoped she wouldn't walk by this way tonight.

Re: Exploring the virtues of squishiness

[jillyfae]

EEE! I That's adorably wonderful. :)

Re: Hawke (m or f)/Aveline

[jillyfae]

OH.

YES.

<3

Green, G

[jillyfae]

Bethany loved the sound of the Chant. She wasn't sure what she thought of the words, most of the time, unsure if she owed penance or forgiveness or mortification for being born a mage, but it seemed to be promising peace, someday, and that sounded nice.

Besides, it was one of the few places her siblings stopped hovering right behind her shoulder all the time. She loved them dearly, but it was nice to have a moment to herself, wandering the gardens in the Chantry's courtyard.

Most of them were practical, herbs for flavor and healing and teas and incense. And one wall of roses, pink and red and blushing peach, surrounding a twisty thorny bush that she'd never seen bloom, not in their past few years here in Lothering.

Not that even the regular roses were blooming yet, too early in the year, too cool, the green of the grass almost damp beneath her feet.

"And aren't you a beautiful bud. Won't you be stunning when you blossom."

Bethany froze, a shot of instant terror, someone's here, someone I didn't see, thought I was alone, musn't get caught, before her brain kicked back in and recognized the soft orlesian accent of one of the lay sisters, saw the smooth lines of her robes just past the lone apple tree beside her.

"Good morning!" The redhead smiled, her accent soft and sweet. "Miss Hawke, yes?"

"Yes, thank you." Bethany hated the whisper of her own voice when confronted with people who knew her name. Too familiar means they've seen too much. "I just came, to, that is." She couldn't remember why she'd come, hopes of Chant and redemption and freedom too fragile to put into words, especially to a stranger. She gave up and nodded at the brown rose bushes, too early to have more than a flush of green along their branches.

"Ah, they're lovely flowers, aren't they? I keep hoping for that last one to finally show what she's been growing in her thorns, don't you?"

Bethany blinked, startled to hear the monstrous bush in the middle spoken of so fondly. "I ... suppose. But, I have to," she gestured vaguely back towards the Chantry proper. "My family will be expecting me."

"Of course, my dear." The woman leaned forward, a sudden soft brush of lips against Bethany's cheek almost enough to make her tremble. Though not with fear, no, it was warmer, sweet and smooth and kind and hopeful, somehow. Bethany managed a smile, couldn't quite form the words for good-bye or thank you, and walked back the way she'd come.

Re: F!Hawke/Fenris

[jillyfae]

asdfgjklih. OH, look, I love this so much I managed to keysmash in a slightly different order than usual? <3 *laughs* This is beautiful.

Re: Isabela/f!Hawke, Ulterior Motives

[owlmoose]

This is awesome, I enjoy their interplay so much.

Re: Zevran/Hawke

[1smut_princess]

Workin' on it! Any sort of Hawke type in particular?

Re: Leliana/Morrigan: The Wasp and the Kitten 1/?

[1smut_princess]

Morrigan glowered at the potions she was making, concentrating on the concoctions as she attempted to incorporate some of the concepts Mother had sought to teach her at some point or another. Magic could be used to boost the strength of various healing ingredients - at least beyond their own natural properties and the way they harmonized. It was bringing those things to the foreground that were important. She was no healer, those arts hadn't ever been important. And since they had no actual healer, that left her to try and keep everyone alive long enough until they could stop to rest. During a fight there was barely time to down or smear something onto a wound to keep upright, and Morrigan was left to question just how they were supposed to find and kill this Archdemon that Mother had been on about.

And if the Wardens didn't live, then there would be no way to recover or save the Old God's soul.

She didn't believe Mother planned on doing anything particularly beneficial to the resulting babe, but she couldn't be sure of what. Perhaps there was some other ritual that would allow Flemeth to absorb the power from the soul without harming the resulting child. Not that Morrigan cared. Children were messy things, snot nosed, cried and made messes. It would be bad enough having to carry one for however long. But she planned on finding out how to claim the soul for herself rather than let her mad mother take it. Old witch was powerful enough as it was.

She didn’t trust any of them, Mother included, farther than she could throw them with just the strength of her arms.

That sheep minded Chantry Sister interrupted her work, a large sack of ingredients, a cutting board and a knife in hand as she sat down in a boneless heap. "Morrigan, can I help? Us girls need to stick together." She giggled, that sharp sound that made Morrigan wince with disgust, glad she wasn't an elf at least, that single-minded, sex focused elf always had his ears twitching and curling in whenever the Orlesian giggled like that. "There's far too many men in camp."

Asking with false sweetness, "Did they tire of hearing about shoes?"

Giant saucer sized blue eyes blinked a few times, the overly plump lips puckering, lending the woman an almost vacant look. Stupid men would no doubt find such an expression pleasant; they all tended to dislike when women were as intelligent as them, so the more easily taken advantage of always were more attractive. “And what’s wrong with shoes? If we weren’t on the road, we could have such nice shoes...instead of these ugly things. Oh - and we could have dresses, such lovely dresses!” Clapping her hands together once and bouncing up in place, her excitement nigh overwhelming, “Why I know just the fashion that would be absolutely decadent on you! You really should let me do something with your hair, Morrigan, it’s so beautiful, you could do something with it, even if we can’t have nice dresses and shoes...”

Waspishly, “Keep your hands to yourself, sheep. I’ve no interest in doing anything like that at all! There’s nothing wrong with my shoes, hair, or clothing!”

Clasped hands tucked beneath her chin, and Leliana made a face that put Morrigan in mind of a begging kitten - as though such tricks would work upon her, “I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant, that, well...you’re very beautiful Morrigan, and it’s always nice to have something to bring out just how beautiful you are. It makes you feel good...”

“No,” lips thinning. “‘Tis a wonder you’ve a single thought in your head beyond such frippery that allowed you to become a passable ranger. Enough, be on your way, I’m through listening to your senseless prattle, bother someone else, I’ve no patience to listen to you when there’s medicines to make.”

Re: Zevran/Hawke

[ashfae]

Preference for rogue purple female Hawke, but I'll take anything!