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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! :)

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!!

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Bwhahaa. =)

You came back!

Stealing is wrong, your highness.

Like hugging a pincushion.

When the stars start falling.

Completely platonic and entirely sober fatherly kisses (which no one will ever mock, or by the stone...).

A kiss, in exchange.

"It's the kissing," Bethany blurts, hugging the manuscript.

She had agreed to reviewing Isabela's latest chapter, featuring a burly maleficar and one blushing Dalish Keeper, for accuracy.

Isabela's eyes flash. "Surely you do not protest the foreplay."

"No!" Bethany's ears burn and she prays her hair keeps that fact hidden. "They're too..."

"Tawdry? Forceful? Loud?"

"Mean."

Isabela blinks. "Mean?"

"There's far too much biting," Bethany explains, closing her eyes. "A kiss should be soft, gentle, inviting--"

Her explanation is interrupted by a kiss; Isabela's warmth bleeding into hers through locked lips and laced fingers.

Bethany smiles, victorious. "Exactly."

Isabela laughs.

For as enthralled as Sigrun is about his books, she's missing Varric's entire romantic arsenal.

Her mug hits the bar and he leans in for the kill.

Their noses graze, but their lips lock true. Her frosty behavior melts against his touch. His mental imagery is half way down the thesaurus before he notices she's pushing him away.

She's pale with shock. "Messere Tethras, wha..."

He gapes, confused.

"It is forbidden to kiss The Dead," she reprimands.

Just his luck.

He takes her hand and holds it near his heart. "Then I'll pray for revival."

She blushes.

Better start praying.

The young warrior paced the edge of the swamp, worrying himself sick about the other warden—that pretty elf girl who slept inside Flemeth’s hut.

“Save your energy. She’ll survive,” Flemeth said.

“How do you know? And what if she doesn’t? I saw her take four arrows straight to her chest, and then an ogre hit her with a giant spear and, oh, Maker,” the young warrior sobbed, “it was horrible.”

“I’ve seen far greater horrors in my life, and far greater miracles. Save your breath.”

“But how do I know that you and Morrigan aren’t doing— things— nasty, evil, witchy things to her? Why won’t you let me see her?”

“Haven’t you ever learned that patience is a virtue?” Flemeth suppressed a smile. The young man reminded her of his father. How fitting she rescue Maric’s son at the moment Loghain betrayed Maric’s line. A promise made. A promise kept.

Maric’s son squared his shoulders, he planted his feet, and drew himself up to his full height. “I insist you let me see her. She is the last Grey Warden in Ferelden beside myself. And that— that means I am her commander. I must know of her status.” As an afterthought, Maric’s son pointed his finger at her in an attempt to punctuate his demand.

The sight of him made Flemeth throw back her head and laugh. “Do you plan on filling your father’s shoes?”

“What?!”

“Oh, you think I do not know who you are?”

The young warrior’s eyes grew wide as his jaw slacked in surprise.

“Yes, yes,” Flemeth said. “The very last of the Great King Calenhad’s bloodline, hidden away from royal life, raised in a monastery. And now he stands before me, a Grey Warden. I know how you were made. I know what powers run through your blood.”

Maric’s son narrowed his eyes.

“And you have every right to be suspicious of me!” Flemeth laughed.

She sauntered toward him, watching how his muscles froze. Was he ready to spring into action or would he run off like a coward, letting history slip through his fingers with the sands of time.

Flemeth stood toe to toe with Maric’s son as she looked him in the eye. “You are a smart boy,” she said. She put her hand on his shoulder. He did not flinch. “Yes, a very smart boy. But will you hurt the one you love most to save what you love?”

Maric’s son frowned at her. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Of course you don’t!” Flemeth dug her fingers into his shoulder as she laughed. “No, but you will.”

She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his, remembering the time when she was a young, beautiful woman. He gasped, but he did not pull away. She lingered on his bottom lip, firmly kissing it. She pulled away.

His eyes were as round as saucers. He said nothing.

“Yes. Oh, yes. You’ll do.”

Love this. Especially Varric's thoughts at the very end.

Yes! I could see and hear both of them saying all of this and now I have such a big smile on my face. "There's far too much biting." Loved it! :D

Oh, love this. So much.

When I first saw this prompt, I pictured a story very much like this. Loved your fill!

The prompt's poem called for this. It just callllllllllled for it. So I had to. ;_;

Thank you. It just seemed so fitting for the prompt and the sad romantic poem it refers to.

“I should have known it would end like this,” Fenris said and, turning, looked up at the ruined city of Kirkwall.

“Forget all that,” Isabela said with a careless wave of her hand. “We have a ship and a perfect day for sailing. Strong wind, clear sky, and the sea spread before us, glistening like a waiting lover.” She looked past the ominous chains of the city's harbor; chose instead to see only the great expanse of ocean beyond.

“You poet,” Fenris said, forgetting about mages and templars long enough to crack a smile for the free-spirited woman beside him. On a whim, he ducked towards her.

Expecting the kiss, and welcoming it, Isabela turned up her cheek and smiled as his lips brushed her skin with a tenderness that was new from him.

She owned more and more of his heart each day. And vice versa.

It's not cheeky at all! But no, I don't really roleplay, haven't in years. Natia's just the default name and the one I used for my first Warden. I guess I was imagining it a little as an A/U to my first game.

"Cruel to the end."

Cuuuuuute! <3

Here's a link to my fanart I drew in the spirit of Valentines!
Submitted by Artwo-d2 of Tumblr. (I am a noob and couldn't figure out the open id thingy!)

http://artwo-dtwo.deviantart.com/art/Kiss-Battle-353692320

Ahh, gotcha! Didn't realize it was the default name; the Brosca character I made was male. =) Sorry for the confusion! I did love this fill; I'm a fan of f!Warden/Leliana even though I haven't played it through in a game yet, and this was very sweet.

Oh YES! I love this, I absolutely love this. They're both entirely in character. I think this is my headcanon now.

Hee! I enjoyed this one, especially the last sentence.

Rah! Go Varric!

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Dragon Age Kiss Battle: 2013 Edition

Re: Zevran/Anders/(Hawke), PG

M!Brosca/Morrigan

F!Aeducan/Gorim

Isabela/F!Hawke/Varric

Varric/Bethany

Oghren/Oghren Jr.

Leske/Rica

Revisions, Bethany/Isabela, PG

Revival, Varric/Sigrun, PG

Flemeth/Alistair, Sands of Time, PG

Re: Varric/Isabela

Re: Revisions, Bethany/Isabela, PG

Re: Revival, Varric/Sigrun, PG

Re: If At First You Don't Succeed (f!Aeducan/Alistair, PG)

Re: La belle dame sans merci (Cullen/Surana, G)

Re: La belle dame sans merci (Cullen/Surana, G)

Away With Us, Isabela/Fenris, K

Re: Interrupted - f!Brosca/Leliana - G

Zevran/Rinna

Re: If At First You Don't Succeed (f!Aeducan/Alistair, PG)

Re: Alistair/f!Warden

Re: Interrupted - f!Brosca/Leliana - G

Re: Flemeth/Alistair, Sands of Time, PG

Re: The More Things Change, Isabela/Alistair/(f!Cousland)

Re: Revival, Varric/Sigrun, PG