Dragon Age Kiss Battle: Go!

[owlmoose]

Welcome to the 2014 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!

The post is now open! I don't anticipate closing it, so come by any time!

THE RULES:

1. To leave a request: Post a comment with character(s) and, if desired, a prompt. Put the pairing/character(s) 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. If your response includes content relating to Dragon Age: Inquisition, please also note that 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!!

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Isabela/Fenris

[owlmoose]

Never expected to find you here.

Alistair/f!Dwarf

[halberdier]

PDA(s) with a significant height difference

Nathaniel/Anders

[kelcat]

This may be our last chance.

F!MageHawke/Cullen

[missema]

Superpowers

Re: F!MageHawke/Cullen

[sarasa_cat]

“Do you think this will end in war?” Hawke speaks so quietly her words fail to echo against the limestone walls in the main courtyard of the Gallows.

This is the first time Cullen has ever heard the Champion’s voice border on timidness. He tries laughing off her words but all that comes out is a pained tsking sound followed by the hesitant huffing of his breath. Feeling uncertain, he shifts his weight only to become self-conscious by the loud clanking his armor makes. Across the courtyard, the rapid footfalls of three young templars ring out in a rat-a-tat-tat of echoing shots.

Cullen looks down at his hands rather than meet Hawke’s eyes. “I hope it doesn’t come to that, although the Knight Commander’s actions no longer seem aligned with the purpose of the templar order.”

“The Divine is worried Kirkwall will fall into chaos. She sent agents here to gather information. Some worry a new Imperium will begin here.”

“These are troubled times,” Cullen replies, his words purposefully vague. The city teetered on top of piles of shifting rumors, concrete information seemed rarer than a desert oasis.

“Do you ever think of leaving?” Hawke asks him.

“I don’t know. I can’t leave the Order, but… well, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t listening for openings in other circles.”

“Would you transfer back to Ferelden?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. That would be hard.”

“I understand.”

“All these years I thought I became a templar knight so I could make a difference. But now?” Cullen shrugs. He sneaks a sheepish glance at the Champion as she stands beside him, tall and proud, Kirkwall’s most famous mage. “To be honest, I’m not certain I know what the Order stands for any longer.”

“You should leave while you still can. I would if I could, and I’d get all of my friends out.” The way Hawke squints as she looks across the courtyard says far more than her words. Off in the distance, her oddball collection of companions pick through the paltry selection of wares set up for sale by the Gallows’ merchants.

“Surely, Champion, you could do something.”

She lets out a hollow laugh. In the silence that follows, the sounds of a disciplinary action leak out from the gated inner courtyard up the stairs from where he and Hawke stand. Cullen coughs conspicuously and feels like an ass. That is when Hawke leans closer to him, so close her shoulder nearly brushes against his left pauldron. “For all my ability to work magic, it fails to give me superpowers, despite what some of your brethren believe.”

“Hawke, I only meant that—“

“There is nothing I can do,” she interrupts him with words spoken in monotone. “I would burn the Amell Estate to the ground and take a wrecking ball to that blasted statue of the Champion standing by the harbor. My title is a meaningless word. Meredith used my name and reputation to make a public circus out of capturing three mages. She might as well parade me around the city in templar regalia. I’m no Champion. I’m just Kirkwall’s most notable puppet, dancing in a gilding cage while Meredith pulls the strings. There’s only one way out for me but, for you, no one has chained the harbor yet. Ships still come and go. You could leave.”

“I don’t know.” The thought of leaving suddenly seems rash. He cannot fathom how he should respond.

“I cried myself dry of tears after the madness that left Thrask dead. We’re standing inside a tinderbox. Just one more match and…” Her words trail off toward the inevitable.

“I— I just don’t know.”

“You should leave,” she says without looking at him.

To Cullen’s surprise, he feels the Champion take hold of his hand and, for what seems like an eternity, she doesn’t say a word. Standing beside him, she looks off at nothing in particular.

“I don’t want to be forced to fight against you, Cullen.”

“I know,” he says, feeling oddly certain of this fact.

“You should leave Kirkwall while you still can.”

She gives his hand a squeeze before letting go of him. Cullen feels her weight shift as her arm presses against his. He thinks she is about to leave. Instead, she turns her head and kisses him.

That one fleeting moment was no doubt shorter than Cullen remembers it, but as her lips pressed against his, he regretted all the years he had chosen not to know Hawke more closely. By the time he opens his eyes, she is halfway across the courtyard, heading toward the dock. She holds her hand high while flipping an obscene gesture in the direction of Meredith’s office window. The brazenness of Hawke’s honesty almost brings a smile to Cullen’s lips. He thinks he can still taste her on the tip of his tongue.

As she slips from his view, he thinks of her as a bird of prey with clipped wings. He wants to set her free despite every political argument that had come between them in the past.

Anders/Fenris

[imadra_blue]

If you don't shut up, I'm going to bandage your mouth shut, not your leg.

Re: Anders/Fenris

[halberdier]

"I know how to apply a bloody poultice, mage," Fenris snarled, cutting through layers of robes with his dagger.

How the party healer had been the only one injured in the fight Fenris couldn't begin to even guess, and somehow, Anders had run through all his mana (and mana potions) just before realising his leg was cut through to the bone.

Fenris was the one who saw the mage limping and dragged him off the path, and into relative privacy. And all the while, Anders was talking, talking, talking, offering Fenris a running commentary on all the things he needed for a poultice, for cleaning the wound and preventing infection. All things Fenris already knew.

"Got any honey?" Anders asked, wincing as the cloth of his robes pulled at skin already trying to scab over.

"You're sweet enough already," Fenris deadpanned, ripping strips from the clean side of Anders' robe.

"Actually I meant for the wound - MAKER!" Anders yelled as Fenris wrapped a makeshift tourniquet around his upper thigh.

"If you don't shut up, I'm going to bandage your mouth shut, not your leg," Fenris grumbled.

Anders was white and shaking. "The blood, don't, don't let any of my blood, 's'tainted..."

Fenris rolled his eyes. "Think you're the only Warden I've ever patched up?"

Anders gasped and hissed through his teeth as Fenris began applying the poultice to the wound. "Never r-really thought about it, to be honest. Usually a bit of magic and the pain's gone. Never had to do this to myself, before."

"Would you like me to kiss it better?" Fenris asked, his eyes lowered as he focused on covering the whole injury with the elfroot gunk.

For once, Anders was speechless, the only sounds he made were his ragged breathing and occasional hitches when Fenris touched a painful place. Fenris continued until the gash had stopped bleeding, and then covered it first with elfroot leaves secured by gauze and then heavy bandages.

"There," said the elf, leaning back in satisfaction. "That ought to do the trick."

Anders made no sound as the tourniquet was loosened, and the elf stood back.

"D'you want to put some weight on that leg? See if my mundane talents will keep you going until you can wave your fingers again?" Fenris asked.

Anders nodded, and held out his hands to the elf. Fenris rolled his eyes and hauled the mage to his feet. Anders grinned and seemed to let himself overbalance, crashing forward into - and suddenly on top of Fenris, as they hit the ground together. Fenris glared and Anders grinned.

"What was that about kissing me better?" Anders asked, pressing his lips to Fenris'.

It was Fenris' self-restraint that stopped him from killing the mage right there and then - although he wasn't sure what part of him it was that allowed the mage to continue kissing him, nor which part of him chased the mage's lips with his own, when Anders broke away for breath.

"All things considered, Fenris," Anders grinned, "I'm quite glad you didn't bandage my mouth shut."

Ashaad/Saemu

[(Anonymous)]

Language barrier

[(Anonymous)]

*Saemus. I can spell, I swear.

Bethany/Thrask

[ashfae]

We should work together.

Bethany/Thrask Gen to PG

[halberdier]

"You - you're my daughter's age! I could be your father!" Thrask whispered hoarsely.

Bethany smiled. "Bit of an unfortunate occupation if you were my father," she murmured, then blanched as she belatedly remembered how they had first met. "I'm sorry - I didn't mean that the way it sounded..."

Thrask pinched the bridge of his nose, and gave an unamused huff of laughter. "She often said the same thing. I took no offense."

"I did mean what I said, before. We should work together. I think we'd work well together. Think about it?"

"Maker help me, I will," Thrask said, letting his head fall forward in a kind of weary surrender. "If only to prevent my daughter's fate from befalling anyone else."

"One other thing - er, inappropriate thing - that comes to mind when I think about you, is..." Bethany trailed off, unsure if she should finish.

"Is?" Thrask prompted.

"That I thank the Maker you look nothing like my father," she smiled impishly and reached up to lay a soft kiss on his cheek - chaste enough to protest propriety to any onlookers, but close enough to his mouth to leave him in no doubt whatsoever of her meaning.

Bethany/Sebastian

[ashfae]

Gifts from the Maker.

Bethany/Fenris

[ashfae]

Strength.

[Yes, I want all the Bethany kisses ever, sue me]

Bethany/Alistair

[ashfae]

Light in dark places.

Bethany/Nathaniel

[ashfae]

What it means to be a noble.

Bethany/Isabela

[ashfae]

Lessons.

[Yes, I said ALL THE BETHANY KISSES]

Re: Bethany/Isabela

[(Anonymous)]

“I have to ask,” Bethany said as she eased a cramp in her back—and laughing as her lover pressed a hand to the spot, calloused calm catching at her skin. “Why six things?”

Isabela snorted. “I thought I’d made that clear.”

“Oh, yes.” The mage smiled, leaning into Isabela as the other woman settled against her back, long, dark legs bracketing her own. She let her hand trail across Isabela’s thigh. “I know what you meant, but there’s so much more.” Lifting the pirate’s hand to her mouth, Bethany kissed the back of it. Flicked her out between the the first two fingers, and blushed at the simple, joyous wickedness of it, all mixed in with her friend’s surprised laugher.

“There’s all of you, after all.” she said, soft and slightly wondering. Still blushing, she sucked a fingertip into her mouth, and bit.

Isabela shuddered. “Sweetness,” she managed, brushing Bethany’s hair off her neck with her free hand, and pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “I think I like it when you’re philosophical.”

Hawke/Zevran

[ashfae]

I know why you dance with death.

Alistair/Cullen

[halberdier]

Smitten (or is that Smited?)

Anders/Oghren

[halberdier]

Tipsy




I am a TERRIBLE PERSON

Carver/F!Warden

[missema]

Tough love

Alistair/Brosca + Rica

[halberdier]

Family

Family is Forever

[(Anonymous)]

Rica had followed Natia's little group almost as far as the entrance to the mines. She had wanted to have a Serious Talk with her little sister. Warden or not, you don't just go haring off down into the Deep Roads without at the very least *someone* who has a clue about what to do and where to go down there! Rica also planned to have a long talk with Bhelen on the same topic.

She was interrupted in her task by the sight of Oghren accosting Natia and her friends. Hiding a distance back from the group, Rica could only imagine the conversation that transpired. But, it seemed Natia was less hot-headed than when she and Leske had run errands for the carta, because she sent the red-haired human girl back into the city and allowed Oghren to join the group. Rica knew Oghren's story, and she hoped he found what he was looking for; at least, he was a warrior of repute, who'd keep Natia safe.

Oghren and the human witch passed through the checkpoint, but Natia drew the tall human Warden - Alistair, Rica thought - aside and said something softly to him. He glanced around, then drew her up for a passionate kiss.

Ah, so that's how it is, Rica thought, smiling knowingly. I just hope they come back home so I can have a little talk with him.

*-*-*

When Rica saw her sister again, Natia had changed once more. Whatever had happened down in the Deep Roads (and Rica had tried and tried to get Natia to tell) had affected her deeply. Not all of the changes Rica saw were bad, either. Natia held Alistair's hand openly, in front of any with eyes to see it, and she went to great lengths to enjoy herself as much as possible, while remaining serious and quest-oriented as much as was needed.

Still, Rica worried for her. Time for a little chat with the tall human.

*-*

Alone in his room in the quarters kept for the Wardens, Alistair was surprised to hear a knock at his door. Down in the Deep Roads, once Natia decided she didn't care who knew about their relationship they shared everything, from food, to tent, to bedroll. Maybe it was being back in "civilised" Orzammar.

"Rica," Alistair was surprised to see someone else at his door. "What can I do for you? Do you want to come in?"

"Only for a moment," the redhead replied. "We need to talk."

"What about? Natia's the one to talk to about the crowning ceremony."

"This isn't about Bhelen. This is about my. Little. Sister," Rica said, her smile suddenly turning menacing.

"Natia. Ah. Um, wh-what would you like to talk about her for?" Alistair asked nervously, flushing a deep red. He'd never win a hand at cards with a poker face like that, Rica observed.

"She's my little sister. I kept her safe from Mother when we were little, I kept the worst predators away from her when she grew up, and... out," Rica said, holding her hands out from her chest miming breasts.

Alistair nodded slowly. "I'm glad she had you to do that."

"I'm not finished. When she did things that went against what she believed was right in the name of surviving in the carta, I was the one she ran to. When she got hurt in a fight, or if Mother spotted her when she was in a certain mood... I bandaged her, I dried her eyes, I was there for her," Rica ranted, eyes flashing.

Alistair nodded again. "And I wish you hadn't had to do any of-"

"Still not finished, human!" Rica interrupted, sticking her pointer finger up in his face. She lowered her voice. "If you hurt her, if you make her cry, if you put a single foot wrong with my little sister, know this. I will find you, and I will make sure nobody else ever will. Do you understand me?"

Alistair nodded decisively. "Of course. I hurt Natia, you kill me. Got it."

"Good. Welcome to the family, Alistair," Rica smiled, genuinely, and kissed his cheek. "You've got a scary big sister, now. Forever."

An Ordinary Tuesday

[(Anonymous)]

“Sure you’re not interested in my many, many services?”

Bethany’s sister answered without a single second of waiting, “I have coin in my purse and time to spare. Why not?”

She was unbelievable.

“Maker’s Breath! Can’t you do this when I’m not around,” she said, hoping Marian would see reason.

“Run along and play, Bethany.”
Maker, give me strength.

“Do you mind if I join you, Hawke? It’s been a while,” Isabela seemed enjoying all this turn of events.

“Of course, Bela. The more the merrier.”

Fenris let out a disgusted sigh.

Bethany, though, was at her limit. She whirled around and left the room for her mind’s sake.

The Blooming Rose was at its full. Even from the upstairs, she could still hear tempting laughter and exotic tune coming from the hall.

Her irritation was overbearing, and it was hard to hold back her tears.

She was tired. Always running, hiding and fighting. Never enjoying anything.

And for what? Being infantilized by her sister all the time.

"This is not why I have come to Kirkwall."

Then, she decided.

She decided to…live a little.

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When Fenris finally found her, Bethany was giggling like a little girl while sloshing down glass of wine bartender had just given her. Her cheeks were reddened apparently with effects of alcohol.

Her smile widened as she saw him.

“Fenris!” she called out, “I was just thinking of you. Come. I’ll buy you a drink.”

With exaggerated motions, she hardly managed to order another glass of wine and started chirping.

It will be a long day.

“I’m glad you showed up. You are just in time for the celebration.”

“Of what?” he asked before taking a sip.

“My deflowering!”

At first he couldn’t give a proper respond as his mouth was busy spilling the wine.

“Your what?!”

“My deflowering, silly. Weren’t you listening? Today, I built up my courage and decided that it is the day I will lose my virginity.”

Just what is wrong with today?

Yet he felt relieved a little after hearing the word of “will”.

The future…which he may interrupt before everything turned into the void and Hawke assaulted him for it.

“I never noticed I have a high tolerance to alcohol,” Bethany said all of a sudden, examining her hands with great interest.

“How much did you drink?”

“Six!” she said, giggling. Though the bartender was gesturing two.

Then, Fenris found the way out. He ordered another glass for her, hoping she would doze off not long after that. And, his quest started.

“What made you think that today is the day?” he asked to gain time.

Bethany didn’t answer at once as she seemed engrossed in somewhere.

He raised an eyebrow, almost repeating his question.

She smiled suddenly, her eyes fixed to her glass, “When I was a child, I’d been imagining time when I fell in love with a perfect stranger, getting married, having children and all that. My magic wouldn’t be a problem. I wouldn’t need to hide. I would be happy with my imaginary family like…like my father,” her smile was sad now, “I was naïve back then, waiting for the impossible to happen.”

She is likable for a mage, he thought before mentally kicking himself.

Downing her wine with one big gulp, Bethany ordered her “eighth”.

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to let her drink that much.

“Anyway, it was hundreds of years ago. I’m a grown woman now. I can make decisions of my own,” she said, taking another sip. “Also, just my luck, Adriano volunteered to help me solve this…situation. And for free! Can you believe that?”

Fenris’ glass shattered into pieces.

“Who the void is Adriano?!”

At the mention of the name, a burly blond man sitting at one of the tables waved his hand and winked in an infuriating way.

“I offered him money at the first,” Bethany continued giddily, “but he said it would be sin against Maker to take my money for that.”

Fenris wanted to remark his disgust but he was occupied with taking the broken pieces from his hand at the moment. Before attending the cuts, they started to close of their own.

He turned to her to say it wasn’t necessary.

Yet Bethany seemed oblivious to what was happening around her, still continuing to heal him.

Fenris had seen almost every type of magic during his slavery days, but unconscious healing was a first.

It must be Tuesday.

He called the bartender, apologized for the glass and ordered another. He did not know why he was getting over-irritated by all of this…nonsense.

“I hesitated after that,” Bethany continued as nothing happened “and he said he could wait until I’m ready. It was very nice of him, don’t you think?”

“Indeed,” he said, gritting his teeth, “he is nice as a tiger.”

She frowned, “I don’t understand.”

Fenris took a deep breath, “Bethany, you’re making a mistake. This place is not right place to do that.”

She seemed puzzled, “Isn’t here a brothel?”

“You’re missing the point.”

“But I thought you would understand me more than anyone.”

It was his turn to be confused. “What made you think that?”

“I don’t know…I thought you were enjoying your freedom.”

It took him a minute for finally grasping what she was saying. He felt his ears reddening.

As a principle, Fenris liked to misguide people, especially Isabela, on this specific subject. Being mysterious was easier than letting the world, or Varric, know of his not-so-exotic past.

Though, today seemed to be an exception.

“I don’t…enjoy my freedom as you think,” he managed to say.

When realization finally dawned on her, she slowly turned to him. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying? Not even once?”

He nodded, unwilling to voice it.

“Maker, Fenris.”

And here it comes, he thought, waiting for the unavoidable mocking part.

“You can’t delay your life like this forever, you know.”

He stared at her, completely dumbfounded.

Bethany was looking to him, her gaze intense. “You should enjoy every moment of your freedom. Not everyone has that chance.”

She groggily rose from her seat to leave and not surprisingly stumbled, almost falling before he caught her from the arms.

And here she was, breathing heavily, amber eyes wide open, soft skin burning under his touch, seemingly bewildered.

When did she become this beautiful?

He could hear his own heart beating fast in his chest, not knowing what to do.

“Will you let me go?” she finally said. “I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I don’t need your approval on the matter, Fenris.”

He frowned, reluctant to let her go.

“You can’t prevent me. I will not leave this place wondering what a kiss feels like.”

“Fine,” he said as he closed the distance, his lips finally meeting hers.

He couldn’t help himself. Not when she gasped in surprise, her hands reaching his shoulders to stop him. Not when her lips felt so good, her breath warm and sweet. Not when he opened his eyes, lost in the most beautiful sight before him. Not when she whimpered as he deepened the kiss, her hands pulling him even closer.

She tasted like mulberry wine.

She tasted like spring rain.

She tasted like freedom.

It was when he heard the exaggerated cough, he broke the kiss.

Fenris turned to the intruder who happened to be the owner of the brothel and realized that every person in the damned hall was watching them. Some with their mouth open, some eating appetizer.

“Sorry for intervening, elf.” Madam Lusine said nonchalantly, “I am here to remind you of our room service. Not that we don’t enjoy the show, of course, but you two are interrupting the business.”
Venhedis.

“By the way, a few couple wanted me to say they would pay for the room if you’ll let them to watch.”

He felt Bethany’s head his shoulder, realizing she had finally dozed off.
Fenris smiled to himself.

“Tell them we humbly declined.”

He carefully took her in his arms, carrying her out of the Blooming Rose while trying to avoid the curious gazes following them.

Not long after he found a crate near the brothel steady enough to carry them both. He settled her down and smiled when her head naturally found his shoulder as he sat.

Fenris thought of the day as sun went down, listening her soft breaths.

He was sure she wouldn’t remember anything by tomorrow as he was sure he would forget anything else.

But it felt good for a time…to enjoy his freedom.

Re: An Ordinary Tuesday

[halberdier]

D'Aww, that's really sweet! And dysfunctional - but you put the "fun" in dysfunctional!

Wade/Herren

[halberdier]

I love you, really. Except when I don't like you.




I'm bingeing on Wade/Herren right now

Amell/Cullen

[(Anonymous)]

Will this never end?

Fill: Amell/Cullen, Post Broken CircleWarning for ANGST

[halberdier]

"Will this never end? This unending parade of desire and hunger... I will not surrender, Abomination!" Cullen roared at Solona.

Alistair, Wynne and First Enchanter Irving flinched at the unhinged stare the young Templar levelled at the Mage Warden. "Templar Cullen, Uldred and his minions have been defeated," Irving informed him gently. "There is nothing keeping you in that corner any longer."

Cullen's wild eyes met Solona's calm, sad gaze.

"Would that I had put a bolt of lightning into Uldred's thick hide at Ostagar, Cullen," she murmured. "Though it would have been considered treason. To save you from... this, I would have done it, had I been armed with foreknowledge."

Cullen shook his head. He gingerly reached out a hand to where the magical cage had been, flinching slightly even as his hand passed through air. Solona took his hand in both of hers, letting the wary Knight feel the warmth of her flesh.

"No demon ever thinks to make a hand feel like a hand, in my experience," she murmured.

Cullen shook his head, somehow agreeing with her, tightening his hold on her fingers. She glanced up at Alistair and nodded at him to lead the others down ahead of herself and Cullen. Alistair nodded and they group departed.

"Cullen," she murmured. "I loved you, once upon a time."

Cullen chuckled mirthlessly. "No demon would think I wanted to hear that."

A small smile flitted across Solona's features. She kissed Cullen softly on the lips. "I would hope to retain your friendship, although without trust I doubt it will mean much."

"Maybe someday I'll forget all that happened here since Ostagar. And maybe then we can trust one another."