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↪     𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺  ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ .    (  a  collection  of  50+ kiss prompts .   feel  free  to  specify  the  initiating  muse .  potentially  nsfw  content  within .   will  be  updated .)

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for .

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare ,  spin the bottle ,  etc ) .

kissing your lover to show you forgive them .

neck kisses that turn into love bites .

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them .

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them .

a last kiss before one goes away .

biting your lover’s lip amidst a kiss .

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears .

a kiss while being reunited after a long time .

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy .

a kiss while slow dancing .

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger .

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight .

kissing them to shut them up .

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning .

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain .

kissing your partner to seal a marriage .

a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim .

a kiss to resolve suppressed romantic/sexual tension .

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay .

kissing the top of their head as you hold them .

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers .

stolen kisses while hiding away from a crowd .

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains .

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun sets .

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand .

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out .

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps .

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss .

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them .

a kiss after joining your lover in the shower .

a kiss after receiving good news .

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends .

a kiss shared between enemies during combat .

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them .

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort .

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party .

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing .

a kiss between two people in a fake relationship .

a kiss that seals a promise .

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning .

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them .

kissing the tears from their cheeks .

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body .

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation .

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast .

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work .

a kiss shared while holding your dying lover .

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@creaturesfcrged said, ❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

smooth knuckles lift to his lips, staying gently pressed against his cool skin while he relived the take he just told of how he'd lost his first biological son. his surviving son chose to become a vampire when arthur deemed him of an age to make such a decision. it was the same courtesy he'd afforded the knights of the round table and the queen's guard who'd chosen to stay in tintagel.

" they say time heals all wounds, " the king tilts his head to the side and offers a sad smile down at diana's knuckles. " i can safely report that is a load of bullshit. " the smile manages to morph into something else.

with his free hand, the vampire reaches out for the barely touched glass of red wine and brings it to his lips. a burst of berry flavor sits on his tongue for several seconds before he swallows. it's a pleasant distraction from the emotions stirring his chest, burning the back of his eyes, and demanding to be set free. centuries later he still found himself waking up on certain mornings thinking it was a different point in time, only to be painfully reminded that his family was no more.

" but, that's not what we're here to talk about. " whatever sadness remained in his heart was his to carry and his alone, no matter what lancelot or any of the others said.

arthur's thumb gently glides over the ridges of diana's knuckles. " what's something happy you remember? "

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Through My Window (2022, dir. Marçal Forés)

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@creaturesfcrged said, " how long were you going to hide this from me? "

matthew being anywhere near britain always gave arthur this nasty little tick at the corner of his jaw. maybe because he spent literal hours with his muscles clenched at the idea of a de clermont in his territory. well, more specifically, a de clermont whose name did not start with gallowglass.

so, when arthur learned that matthew was once againt teaching at oxford, the former king of tintagel decided to do the same. the blonde vampire took to the english arts, pulling out his research and degrees in various fields of english literature.

granted, it wasn't like he phased back into human reality to meet up with another vampire. this life around, arthur had been focused mostly on working at kingston college under the name of arthur pruitt. pendragon tended to stick out like a neon thumb in the middle of the night. even if no one thought he was that arther pendragon the need to ask questions and joke made him entirely too uncomfortable.

what he didn't expect from stepping back into the realm of creature politics was diana. over the years, he'd taken a number of human lovers but kept it to a strict few years. lancelot was still back home and was, at times, the loving partner their past. unfortunately, for them both, guinevere's death left a hole in both their hearts that time had not been able to heal.

her scent was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. well, that wasn't entirely true. long ago, he'd met a timespinner who accidentally found himself too far back in time. nimue had been amused but not surprised ( which arthur found surprising in itself ). she'd been able to offer some advice which was when the knights discovered their resident druid was also a timespinner.

pinching his eyebrows together, the former king realized he'd been staring into the icy blue depths of diana's eyes as if the answer was somehow hidden there. drystan's frustrated voice echoed in his mind, cut her loose, my king. before she buries us all.

he hadn't known what his right hand meant until this very moment. to feel so strongly again made arthur want to topple mountains to keep diana close. it'd been so long since something moved him, even just a fraction.

" until i was sure i could just be your friend, " the blonde grins mischievously. being outed as a vampire was no laughing matter, though, and the king knew that. " until i knew that all i felt was curiosity. "

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i am in my feels over how protective arthur gets.

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Charlie Hunnam | Sons of Anarchy - S.3 Ep. 13

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PROMPTS FOR PATCHING UP WOUNDS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

it's honestly nothing. i can deal with it myself.

next time something like this happens, you have to promise to tell me.

you're making a big deal out of nothing. i'll be fine.

how long have you had that?

i'm good at this, you know. patching up wounds.

would you cut it out? i'm trying to help you.

why didn't you tell me you were bleeding?

you didn't have to take that hit for me.

what are you hiding from me?

it's not the worst injury i've ever seen, but it's pretty bad.

how long were you going to hide this from me?

at least let me look at it.

there. it looks much better.

this will help with the pain.

i'm forever in your debt.

i didn't have anywhere else to go.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

is that your blood?

i've patched up nastier wounds than this.

stop squirming! you're going to be fine!

this is bad. this is really bad.

i just need a band-aid and a nap. i'll be fine.

we need to get you to a hospital.

how does it look? be honest.

keep your eyes open, okay? keep looking at me.

it doesn't hurt that bad.

give me your hand. let me look at it.

who taught you how to patch a wound like that?

it's not as bad as i thought it would be, that's for sure.

would you just let me help you? please?

you saved my life.

let me go find my first aid kit. it's in here somewhere.

i'll take care of it. you just sit and rest.

see? that wasn't so bad after all.

i've seen worse.

take two of these and drink some water.

ow! that really hurt!

i've got you, okay? everything's going to be fine.

you're gonna have to take your shirt off.

well... it could have been worse.

it looks worse than it really is, i swear.

roll up your sleeve a little, will you?

does that feel all right?

i didn't even realize i was bleeding.

you could have been killed out there!

give me a second to patch this up.

don't close your eyes. you hear me? stay with me.

i'm not giving up on you just yet.

you still need some time to heal.

i'm right here. i won't leave your side.

thank you for taking care of me.

if you can still hear me, help is on the way!

just squeeze my hand when it starts hurting.

how long have i been out?

let me check for a fever.

did you patch this up?

i've had worse injuries than this.

where did you learn to do that?

take some deep breaths for me.

look at me. you're going to be fine.

hold still! stop moving around so much!

i'll take care of you.

what the hell were you thinking?

where does it hurt?

i'm so used to doing this myself.

lift up your shirt a little so i can see.

lay back down. you're not healed up yet.

you never should have put yourself in harm's way like that.

looks like i've got myself a really good nurse.

will you stay with me while i sleep?

no one's ever helped me like that before.

i would have died had it not been for you.

don't you get it? if you don't let me help you, you'll die.

we have to be quick about this.

this could get bad.

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in retrospect, arthur's not sure why he kept walking as soon as the concierge mentioned that astoria was part of a wedding. of course, she was. who wouldn't want to spent the rest of their life with someone as beautiful, passionate, and intelligent as the woman who swept him off his feet when he was younger. truth be told, he'd had that thought on more than one occasion when they were talking but he didn't want to ruffle any more feathers with their age. stupidly, the blonde thought he had all the time in the world for them to get to that stage in life.

now the chance was gone.

wasn't it? as his chest tightens, waiting for the light in her eyes at the thought of her future spouse, something changes. there's confusion or, maybe doubt coloring her features.

" oh, " the blonde's head tilts to the side. internally, every muscle loosens as if he'd forgotten how to breathe. a smile forms, hesitantly at first, and then something more genuine. he had no idea when he woke up that morning that he'd be faced with such a roller coaster of emotions. the peak of which comes from a question that leaves his lower jaw hanging like he's a fish out of water.

" me? " immediately, arthur wants to ask why such a perfect soul doesn't have her own plus one but, then, wonders if it was simply a matter of international travel. maybe they couldn't get the time off? too early to get his hopes up yet. beyond that, he has to remind himself, the long distance cut them apart once. should anything, by way of miracle, happen again that would still be the very same problem.

but, he realized all too quickly, that he was getting ahead of himself. weird. astoria graces his presence for several minutes and there he is planning the future all over again.

shaking his head, he forces himself to hold a breath in his lungs for a few beats in order to calm down. " renovation, " arthur smiles. " opted out of the family business in favor of doing something better with my hands. that's how i got here so fast. i'm working in my grandfather's pub down the street. " the smile comes back as if stunned by the realization that astoria is really sitting right in front of him. seconds pass. maybe moments. he has no idea because he's lost in a trance until the movement of another waiter catches him from the corner of his eye.

" i would love to be your plus one, " a hand raises to the back of his neck. " actually, one of the places is borough market. not too far away. have you eaten yet? "

It's so comfortable, talking to him. It's always comfortable talking to him, whispers some corner of her mind, and it's true. Before he was her boyfriend he was her friend, and it's all too easy to slip back into old habits.

And it's because it's so easy that she doesn't think before she speaks. "Fiancé?" She lets out a snort of laughter. "Cart before the horse, and all that. I should probably manage anything beyond a second date before anyone hears wedding bells." And then Astoria understands, and her eyes widen with surprise, and at once she shakes her head. "Oh. No. No. It's not my wedding."

She lets out another laugh, leaning forward as she does, and this laugh is almost giddy with relief. Not getting married. Not dating anyone. Not doing anything that could limit how we should talk to each other. "I'm the best man." She's speaking in a rush, now, and she reaches forward and rests her hand on his arm. The urge to touch him has been near overwhelming, and now that she feels like she can settle into it, she can't stop herself.

"Hale's getting married." Arthur was before Hale's time, she remembers belatedly, and so she squeezes his arm gently and continues: "Sorry. My best friend. He's getting married. She's great. He's deliriously happy. Her father's family is Irish, though, so we're trying to find a good Irish whiskey for his toast. It's one of my wedding gifts to them, and I'm doing a lot of the wedding planning, so I'm picking. I'm a wedding planner, now." She's rambling. She can't quite stop rambling. There's too much information she wants to communicate to him, and it's rushing out, as if to avoid any further miscommunication.

She shifts further forward, and her hand slips down to curl around his wrist, now. "God. Sorry. Not me." And at once she's a teenager again, almost shy at the thought of revealing too much. All the same, it comes out of her in a rush. "Do you want to go? Exploring, I mean. We can decide on a whiskey and then you can take me to the first stop on the Tour?" She softens somewhat, hand moving to squeeze his fingers gently. "And you can tell me how you've been, and what you've been up to. Did you travel the world, like you always wanted?"

Voice softer still, she adds, "And, uh. You know. The wedding's next week. If you wanted to come with me. I have an unused plus one, and it could be fun, you know? Catching up?"

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CHARLIE HUNNAM as RALEIGH BECKET Pacific Rim (2013) dir. Guillermo del Toro

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" ah, " arthur puts on his best smile at the first sound of the thought of astoria wandering around london and him having missed the chance to catch another glimpse of that beautiful soul. he'd be lying if he said he hadn't dreamed about it a number of times over the years. sure, it was a little more harlequin romance novel in nature but that didn't change the fact he hadn't stopped thinking about her since they'd broken everything off.

even worse, was that he'd dreamed of an entire life spread out before them. marriage, children...the whole nine. he'd been so ready to pull that trigger there was still a ring hiding in the nightstand back in his bedroom. sometimes, he dared to wear it on a chain. others, he was content to keep it hidden in the shadows; certain that part of his life was long over.

after a short stint in the military, arthur decided to move to london where his grandfather's pub still stood. the building had been sitting abandoned because none of his siblings wanted to put any effort into it. he, on the other hand, found a distaste for the family business of violence. good, his sister had smiled at the news. now i don't have to kill you for it.

that was the main reason he'd been able to respond to the voice mail's invitation as quickly as he had. his flat was above the pub, which all happened to be a quick walk from the hotel.

" aye, " the smile softened into something more genuine when he started thinking about all the places he'd planned on taking her. " i thought it'd be a witty play on the whole ' tour de france ' thing. " the blonde finds himself scrunching his nose at the terrible attempt at a joke made by his younger self. gods, he'd wanted to show her all his favorite places. not many of them were on the tourist routs. no, arthur wanted to take astoria on a tour of memories; a list which had only grown in her absence.

more than anything, the blonde wanted to sit down in the chair across from her radiance and catch up on all the time they'd missed being out of each others' lives. setting down the glass, however, reminded him that it was much too late for any of that. she was here for a wedding and was choosing a beautiful whiskey to serve to all the guests in attendance. was that the reason for the voice mail? to tell him that she was no longer on the market? or did she want some suggestions on places to go with her new husband?

" i can write it all down for you, if you'd like. wouldn't take but a minute. then you and your fiancé can go visit everywhere at your leisure. "

I was surprised to get your voicemail. Yeah. She was surprised, too. She considers saying it, but she's suddenly nervous that she'd give the impression that she doesn't want to see him, when she did. She does. It's the thing she wants most, really. She hadn't realized it until just this second, but it hits her with a force she hadn't expected: seeing him is so simple, so easy. So right. Astoria has missed him more than she knew how to express, and seeing him, it feels like—like—

—like a part of her has been missing and she hasn't known it, and now it's been returned to her. She's seventeen again for a moment and she's kissing him dizzy under the setting sun and her life isn't a faery tale by any stretch of the imagination but there's magic in it all the same. And the Astoria of now, the Astoria at thirty, the Astoria who's reeling from seeing Iain there with Cecelia, she still wants to close that gap between them and see if kissing him still makes the world stop spinning and the stars start falling.

When was the last time she felt that magic? Probably with him at seventeen. She doesn't think she's ever felt it with Iain. With Iain it was all about adult responsibilities and growing up too fast: five-year-plans, pregnancy scares and false start engagements, the two of them finding new ways to needle each other and try to shape one another into something else, something more. They're better as friends. Much better as friends. No need to go back to it. Except they're not friends anymore, and she does miss him, and seeing him here with someone else feels like she's put her shoes on the wrong feet. But there was never magic.

Arthur? He was all magic. He'd been given his own room at her aunt's when he visited and they spent half the nights sitting together on the roof, huddled together under a shared blanket to stargaze or people-watch or just to talk. They spent an afternoon in a thrift shop, looking independently for the perfect gifts for one another, only for their hands to touch as they reached for the same thing from different sides of a shelf. They held hands along the harbor and danced in the rain and when her aunt brought them to that gorgeous little cabin in the mountains in New York for a long weekend they wished on shooting stars and stood in the lake to splash each other and wiggle their toes in the sand and if that's not magic, she doesn't know what is.

But they were kids. Magic happens when you're that young. She clears her throat, pretends that the sound of her name in his voice doesn't prompt a shiver, and she smiles, though she's still a little dazed. "I've, ah. I've actually been to London before." It slips out before she can think better of how to phrase it. "For work, I mean. Only business. Never for play." And then, as if to reassure him, she clears her throat again and adds, "I never went on our Tour of London." A pun that doesn't work quite like it did when she suggested it, a little tipsy on stolen wine at that lake, giggling about the Tower of London and how similar the two words sounded in her accent when her speech was a little muffled by her face buried in his shoulder. She realizes then that she's exaggerating the accent to emphasize it, and she flushes a red to rival her hair. "That's—that's what we used to call it, remember? The places you wanted to show me."

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Charlie Hunnam in King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (2017) as Arthur

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i've finally given into genshin.

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carry on my wayward son. there'll be peace when you are done.

indie john winchester of supernatural resurrected by luca.

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multis, how do you not lose your tags???

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galeas spent most of his time under drystan's wing. looking back, arthur thinks it could be because drystan missed the time when he was able to be soft and wanted to preserve that for the youngest knight for as long as he possibly could. the battle of camlann and the loss of nearly everything changed both of them.

unlike most of the other knights, at least those born in tintagel, galeas was not trained for battle by uther or myrddin. drystan trained him with occasional input from lanslod. though, after some mutual frustration, everyone decided it was best if galeas trained under someone other than his paternal figure.