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Dragon Age Kiss Battle: Go!

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:

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.

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.

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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Superpowers

Oh, Zevran, you are an incorrigible rogue ;)

(But I love you)

Omg, this is just the cutest! Zevran absolutely would tease Alistair. Like, all the time. The puns are too adorable. Thanks for writing! :D

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

“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.

Language barrier

*Saemus. I can spell, I swear.

This is so lovely! Thank you. I do adore tied, angry Hawke so much, because it reads so true. And poor dear, wistful Cullen deserves more love than his life has afforded him.

Sad but pretty. I like it.

Glad you enjoyed it. Angry "I've had enough of Meredith's shit" Hawke is very much inspired by my first play through of DA2. ;)

We should work together.

Gifts from the Maker.

Strength.

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

Light in dark places.

What it means to be a noble.

Lessons.

[Yes, I said ALL THE BETHANY KISSES]

God I love these two so much. This is terrific. It's great to see an Aveline that's so in character.

I know why you dance with death.

Smitten (or is that Smited?)

Tipsy

~~I am a TERRIBLE PERSON~~

D'Awwwwww :D

This is so sweet! I wish we got to see more of this in the games :)

fjdksljadskl Nathaniel and Bethany ;;;

Tough love

“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.”

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