no plot, just me writing ten fluff drabbles based on prompts to celebrate my man's 30th trip around the Sun. honestly dont know when i'll finish, but we'll see ^^ happy birthday my love
★ First Date Goes Horribly Wrong But Relationship Survives
★ Married with cats / dogs
★ Childhood friends back home
★ Sharing one blanket despite arguments
★ Giving them the spare key without overthinking it.
★ Movie nights
★ Baking cakes together on birthdays/decorating a room to the person’s favorite theme
★ sharing clothes with your partner
★ We’re at a sleepover, and you’re the only one still awake, but you keep playing with my hair
A/N: just a fluffy drabble for my love TEN LEE's 30th birthday! 1/10 drabbles
it's friday morning, and you're working from home. with so many tasks pending, you fail to notice bf!ten who had quietly come up behind you.
"babe, can you take five? i miss you" you felt ten's hand gently move your hair to the side before he places a soft kiss on your shoulder, resting his chin there after.
"tennie, you know I would LOVE to, but i have to submit this by noon," you whined, tilting your head just enough to lean against his. his presence has never failed to comfort you.
"i'll be with you in 10 minutes," you try to negotiate, your voice a little sweeter than before.
"yeah, i dont believe you," he straightens up, fingers still playing with your hair absentmindedly.
"your 10 minutes will somehow turn into 10 hours, then i'll die cause i'm touch deprived," he exaggerates, dramatically clutching his chest.
"ten, you're so dramatic," you laugh, shaking your head at his antics.
"can we at least just hold hands?" he asks, lips forming the softest pout.
"fine," you really cant say no to those puppy eyes, can you? "but dont distract me, you clingy baby," you warn, trying to sound stern.
"yeay!" he giggled, quickly pulling the chair to take the seat next to you.
you glance over your shoulder and find him already smiling at you. you smile back, gently poking his cheek with your finger. maybe struggling to work with one hand is not so bad after all - especially with his fingers lacing with yours.
does medieval fantasy wizard!ten attract your attention... are you compelled by the idea.... because i would like to request it <3
OKAY i am thinking respectfully
of wizard ten my beloved
we’re going with the assumption that a wizard is a mage who goes on magical quests and uses spells to combat as well as just for daily tasks
lives in a HUGE cobblestone tower with overgrown ivy and wisteria. it’s got three levels and he uses a spiral staircase to get up and down
basically the bottom level is a cozy living room, overflowing with spell books and weirdly enchanted objects like a broom that sweeps constantly or a clock that floats around
the second story is his bedroom/library, with even MORE spell books and a cauldron, for when he feels particularly inventive
and the third story is a watchtower with a open ceiling, so he can study the stars
okay to his looks..... just. leather pants and a loose cotton shirt with various potion stains on it. he’s got talismans painted on his skin, usually on his chest and arms, to protect him from evil
wears a HUGE green cardigan/robe over that, with large pockets that he shoves his spellbooks and quills and journals into. he also wears a purple scarf, and a HUGE pointy brown hat to keep the sun out of his eyes. his round glasses always slip off his nose and he sometimes uses a spell to keep them in place
magic is a part of him,,, leaves a trail of magical dust everywhere he goes. like lil golden particles float around him and settle in the places he touches
smells strongly of spice and ink
always trying to invent new spells, which is why he can often be seen with charred sleeves and singed eyebrows
goes into town a lot just because he wants to visit his friends and see where he can help
sometimes he performs too many spells and has to recharge before he can make the journey home
just... ten curled up under the shade of hanging wisteria...... sleeping with his scarf covering his eyes......
he makes lil talismans out of things he finds in the woods, like grass and moss and acorns and beetle shells. they’re a lil creepy and he makes it worse bc he likes to leave them on his friend’s doorsteps without warning
plays the pipeflute
tells scary stories to his friends and uses his magic for special effects
similarly, reads fairytales to the village children and uses his magic to conjure pretty pictures for them to feel immersed
has no time for romance but all the time in the world for flirting
a genuine genius like he’s a hot mess but he’s successfully created 10+ spells and is always working on more
goes on quests for village people all the time
like his mailbox is full bc he’s the only one who knows what such and such herb looks like and he’s good at negotiating with dragons
has a pet cat who follows him around
it’s not a familiar it’s just clingy
one time ten tried to give it wings and he accidentally made it bald so he refuses to make spells for pets anymore
anyways this is the cutest picture in my head i hope it makes sense
look up @/redbeanporridge’s art on insta that’s the kind of vibe i’m getting here
Slight Catboy!AU - Part of the Wasn’t On Pawpose Collab
Genre: Fluff, Slight Crack
Pairing: Ten X Reader
Words: 2,732
Summary: Waking up one morning to see a cat where your boyfriend should be can be quite the shock indeed.
A/n: Short and sweet, at least I think so, lol. I mean, he does have a tendency to look a little feline at times, it’s truly amazing. Not edited fully, oops. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this short little update, there’s plenty more where this came from coming soon! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated, I hope you enjoy!
The sound of your keys jangling meets your ears as you unlock the door to your apartment. Once the lock clicks open, you’re pushing open the door, kicking off your shoes while letting out a small breath.
“Ten, I’m home!” You call out, noticing the lights in the living room are still on.
A groan is all you hear in response.
“Ten?” Your brow furrows in worry, for that did not sound like he’s having a good time.
“In here,” he voices shakily, and you step down the hallway to see him curled up on the couch.
“What’s wrong?” Immediately, you’re beside him, crouching down to feel his forehead and noticing he’s a bit warm, as if he’s running a slight temperature.
“Don’t feel well,” he pouts. “Stomachache.”
You pout right back at him, worry still creasing your brows, “was it something you ate?”
“I don’t know,” he groans once more, eyes squeezing shut as a wave of pain travels through his body.
“Come on, let’s get you ready for bed,” you say, helping him off of the couch and towards your shared bedroom. “I’m sure getting some sleep will help; you’ll feel better in the morning.”
He can only manage a groan in response, letting you help him off of the couch and lead him into your shared bedroom. Flicking on the lights, you sit him on the bed before tucking him gently under the covers.
“Try and get some rest, I’ll be back soon,” you say, gently brushing the hair off of his forehead as he pouts at you. “I need to shower first, I promise I’ll be quick.”
He nods, turning onto his side and curling back into a ball as he clutches his stomach. You spare a final glance at him over your shoulder as you retreat to the bathroom, taking a quick shower to wash off the events of the day. Once you’re done, you slip into some comfy pyjamas and make sure to grab Ten a glass of water and some pain medication.
Stepping back into your room, you hear him letting out small whimpers, only increasing your worry.
“Here, take this,” you say, handing him the pills and glass of water.
“Thanks,” he whispers, taking a swig of the water before placing it carefully on the bedside table.
You move quickly around the room, shutting off the lights as you crawl into bed beside him. He curls into your side, head resting on your chest as you gently stroke his back in comfort. You just hope the medicine kicks in soon, for his small whimpers of pain have returned, and he feels warmer than he did the first time you checked his forehead.
It takes about twenty minutes for his whimpers to die down and his breathing to even out, letting you know that he’s finally fallen asleep. You breathe a small sigh of relief, allowing your own eyes to fall shut as you swallow the rest of your worry. He should feel better in the morning.
***
The faint warmth of sunlight streaming in from the open blinds warms your face as you drift back into consciousness. With your eyes remaining closed, you can feel a solid warmth on your stomach, letting you know that Ten has shifted in his sleep during the night so that his head is now resting there. It’s one of his favourite positions of his to lay in, with his head on your stomach as you lazily run your fingers through his hair, which is exactly what you are doing right now.
Except, his hair feels different.
Instead of the soft, medium black strands you’re used to, his hair is not only shorter in length, but it feels slightly courser even though it’s still soft to the touch. Another thing you’re missing is the warmth of his body pressed against your side, with his arms around your torso. In fact, it feels as if the warmth is centred on your stomach; a small ball.
Your eyes fling open. Glancing down reveals a solid black cat curled up on your stomach in place of your boyfriend’s head. Your hand freezes as you inhale sharply in shock.
Ever so slowly, the cat’s eyes blink open, a large yawn escaping its mouth as it looks at you expectantly.
“Uh, Ten?” You call out, hoping he’s just making breakfast down the hallway in the kitchen and will come to explain the black cat now laying on top of you.
The cat blinks at you expectantly.
“Ten, what’s going on?” You call out again, hearing no movement in your apartment.
Sitting up quickly, the cat rolls off of you, complaining loudly with a yip. Throwing the covers off of yourself, you stand up, feet padding through the apartment in search of your boyfriend.
“Ten?” There’s worry lacing your voice now since you know he didn’t have plans for today.
An annoyed meow is your only response, hearing the thunk of the cat hitting the floor as it follows you down the hallway.
“Babe? This isn’t funny anymore,” you say, checking both the living room and kitchen but finding nothing, not even a note.
The cat huffs, and you turn to look at it.
“Now, where did you come from?” You ask, more to yourself than anything, but the cat just stares at you, almost expectantly. Its eyes narrow slightly, and your breathing stops. You’d know that look, those eyes anywhere. “Ten?”
A loud meow in response, as if he’s saying ‘what’?
“Ten, you’re a-“ you let out a snort of disbelief, “you’re a cat.”
His tail flicks in annoyance as if to say he’s gathered that much already, and you laugh once more in disbelief.
“How the fuck did this happen? I must be dreaming,” you mumble, shaking your head as you walk into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Not even a minute later, you see Ten trot into the kitchen, a loud mrow escaping him.
“This has to be a dream,” you sigh, rubbing at your temples as you place your now empty glass of water on the counter.
You look down in time to see Ten preparing to jump on the counter, only for him to misjudge the distance and smack his face right on the edge. You burst out laughing, all the while he glares at you and complains loudly.
“Not used to a cat’s body, huh?” You chuckle. “You know, despite all those times I thought you looked like a cat I never thought you’d actually become one.” A loud huff in response. “Aw, does someone want up on the counter?”
He glares at you, and his tail flicks in annoyance. You shake your head amusedly as you bend down to pick him up to place him on the counter.
“Now, how the fuck do I fix this?” You grumble, frown back on your face as you stare at him. He simply sits there, head tilted slightly as he stares back. “Well, it’s not like I can call anyone,” at this point, you’re talking to yourself, but you can tell by the way he follows you with his head, Ten is listening to your every word. “Like they would believe me anyways. ‘Yeah, hey, Lucas, you’ll never believe what happened to Ten.’” You roll your eyes as Ten growls. “Exactly, that would just make him think we’re trying to prank him if we told him.”
Bracing your hands on the edge of the counter, you let out a groan. Surprisingly, you’re taking this much better than you thought you normally would. Granted, you don’t think something like this has every happened before, and you still don’t understand exactly how it happened. Either way, the sound of your stomach growling manages to pull you out of your thoughts.
“No point in trying to think on an empty stomach,” you mutter, searching the kitchen for something to eat. Your eyes light up as you find a coffee cake in the cupboard, one slice having already been eaten.
A hiss escapes Ten as you place the container beside him on the counter, causing your brow to furrow in confusion, “relax, it’s just coffee cake.”
However, just as you go to open the container Ten swats your hand away, putting his newly formed cat body between you and the cake, “hey! What was that for?”
Another hiss is all you receive as Ten glares at the cake.
“Is this what gave you such an upset stomach last night?” You question, and immediately Ten meets your gaze, head nodding once ever so slightly you almost miss it. He turns back to the container and starts nudging it towards the trash can at the end of the counter. “Alright, alright, I’ll throw it out.”
Releasing another sigh, you scoop the container up and check the freshness date as you walk over to the garbage to throw it out. Your nose scrunches in distaste as you see the cake is way passed its freshness date. No wonder it upset his stomach; you wonder who even thought it was a good idea to sell this product still, all things considered.
Opening the trashcan with your foot, you’re about to drop the cake in when you stare at it intently, holding it at eye level. Your brow furrows as you look between the cake and your now feline boyfriend, then back at the cake. Shaking your head at the thought, you drop the cake in the trash. There’s no way that this was the cause of your boyfriend turning into a small, fluffy animal, right?
Once you grab some actual food that isn’t expired, you grab your laptop and sit at the kitchen counter. Ten hops up beside you, tail swishing slowly as he watches you look up potential reasons as to how and why this has happened as you eat. So far, you haven’t found much other than some weird websites that only tell you how to curse someone into turning into an animal, which you’re not even sure is actually real.
Finally, after about an hour and a half of searching, you find this forum where people have shared their outrageous experiences, some of which seem to fall under similar lines to what has happened to your boyfriend. Most of the posts you find say that it lasts for about a day, always after eating a specific coffee cake from a bakery that mysteriously seems to disappear when they go back to check it out again.
“Alright,” you sigh, causing Ten to raise his head from his front paws. He had curled up into a ball on the counter as he watched you work, and you’re pretty sure he had a cat nap, too. “It looks like whatever this is should only last until tomorrow, so you’ll be a biped once more once the sun rises in the morning. Until then, the best we can do is wait it out.”
He simply stares at you as you shut your laptop, leaning back in your chair to rub at your eyes. You meet his gaze and he sits up once more.
“I’m sorry, boo, I don’t know what to do,” your expression falls. You just hope that this isn’t permanent, who knows how many times this weird instance has gone wrong, and how many are still trapped in an animal’s body.
You watch him as he jumps down from the counter, stumbling a little once he reaches the floor. You hear him mrow at you once more, making his way to the living room. When he sees you not following, he stops to glance at you from over his shoulder, tail poised in the air as he calls to you once more.
“You want me to follow you?” You ask, receiving a positive response from him. Chuckling slightly, you slid out of your seat, “okay then.”
He leads you over to the couch, where he jumps up and turns to you expectantly. Quirking a brow, you sit with him on the couch, tossing your feet up while you’re at it. Almost immediately, he starts crawling towards you, and onto your lap, doing his best to keep his balance as he starts to nuzzle your chin and neck.
“Someone’s affectionate today,” you giggle, hand pausing just above his head as you go to pet him, but you’re unsure whether that would be appropriate. However, once his head nudges your open palm, you decide to hell with it, and start petting him.
You never thought your boyfriend could purr until now, but you swear he sounds like a tiny motorboat as he continues to nuzzle his face into your neck. You smile faintly as you see him lay down, front paw on either side of your neck as his tail swishes back and forth contently. He gives you a sleepy eyed blink before resting his head right at your neck, and you nearly jump once you feel him give you a small lick.
“Ten, that tickles,” you huff, amused.
You just catch the devilish gleam in his eyes before he’s moved forwards slightly and is now littering your face with kisses.
“Okay, okay,” you laugh, “I love you, too.”
You manage to surprise him by placing a swift kiss to the top of his head and he looks at you, stunned.
“Payback,” you grin as he settles down on your chest once more.
Not even a minute later, a yawn is escaping your lips, already noticing how Ten lays with his eyes closed, tail still flicking in content over your stomach, as if he’s petting you right back. He has yet to stop purring.
Your eyes start to droop, and you can feel sleep calling out to you to have a nap in the warm afternoon sun. Before you know it, the two of you have drifted off to sleep.
A few hours later, you wake up, feeling a mildly heavy weight resting on your chest, hair tickling the underside of your chin. You let out a small groan, bringing your hand up to push the object down, only to be greeted with a small chuckle as you push slightly, yet the object doesn’t seem to want to yield.
“Ow,” a voice huffs, and your eyes fling open.
“Ten?” Your eyes lock with his familiar ones, a grin pulling at his lips as you see him laying half on top of you.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he greets, “or should I say afternoon?”
You sit up immediately, taking him with you as you cup his face in your hands, “you’re here! You’re alive, and-“ you let out a sigh of relief, “and you’re not a cat!”
“Not anymore, looks like it,” he agrees, “though I definitely don’t want that to happen again any time soon.”
You nearly squeeze the air out of him, “I was so worried.”
“I could tell,” he chuckles, hugging you back tightly. “I never thought I’d have an actual tail before.”
“I didn’t think you’d be, well, you again until tomorrow morning,” you breathe and he smiles slightly as he pulls away to look at your face.
“Same here,” he tells you. “I’m just glad everything is back to normal.”
“Me too,” you reply, just as a teasing smile tugs at your lips. “Though I was staring to like you as a cat, the peace and quiet…”
“Oh, haha, real funny,” he deadpans. “Maybe I’ll just stay that way next time.”
“Gosh no!” You shake your head instantly. “I’m just glad to have you back to normal.”
You pull him into another embrace, cradling his head into your neck, grateful to feel his arms wrap themselves around you.
“It’s good to be back to normal,” he says, taking a deep breath. “Though I have to say, you still smell amazing.”
You can feel the grin on his lips against your skin as you whine slightly in embarrassment. He simply chuckles once more in response, and you can’t help but to smile right along with him. No matter what, you’re just glad to have your boyfriend back in his own body.
“Now, what is there to eat?” He pulls away, standing from the couch as he heads towards the kitchen. He turns to wink at you from over his shoulder as he says, “I’m starving.”
You’re woken up by a cold wind. One so cold, you swear it could cut through you.
When you look up, you see that you are no longer laying down on your bedroom desk. Instead, you’re at a dimly lit restaurant. Only a small candle sits on the table.
You sit up straight in your chair and start to look around the empty restaurant but stop when you feel him.
“Oh, sweetheart..we have a lot to talk about..” Ten’s voice is intoxicating as usual, you immediately feel your heart begin to race.
He drags a finger along your shoulders and back then walks around to the chair facing you.
He watches you intensly as he sits down.
“Isnt it romantic?” He chuckles.
“Ten..you can’t just enter my life AND Johnny’s. You’re not real.. h-how are you doing this anyway?!” Your voice is stern and Ten doesn’t like it.
But then again, he never likes being told what he can and can’t do, especially by a human.
He furrows his brows and waves a finger in the air. The table breaks into a hundred pieces in front of your eyes then flies across the room.
“What the hell?!” You yell and hold your head between raised arms as the sound of thunderous cracking fills your ears.
“Why do you insist on making me angry?” Ten places a finger on his temple. Little do you know, the reason he keeps coming back to you is because you make it difficult for him. He wants to ruin you, not only physically, but mentally too.
Ten is notorious in his community for being the incubus that’s leaves his victims crawling back to him over and over, begging him for his attention. They can’t live without him once he’s through with them.
But you...you’re different.
You breathe heavily then sit back in your chair normally. “I’m not afraid of you. You’re not real..none of this is real. You can’t hurt me or Johnny.”
“I don’t care about your boyfriend, baby girl. You’re lucky I haven’t fucked him yet...”
Ten leans forward, gazed at you through hungry eyes and makes a “come here” motion with his index finger.
“I just want...you.”
Almost immediately you feel your chair drag across the floor towards him with you still on it.
You no longer have control over your body as Ten waves another finger, making you stand up straight.
You’re over him now, looking down at him as you breathe heavily through parted lips. You’re confused, but it’s not the first Ten has you physically unable to fight back.
Your legs are open as you stand over him. He looks up at you and smirks, happy to feel your body closer to him now. “I can smell you from a mile away..but I love it when you’re right in front of me..” Ten’s voice is dark and low.
He drags a hand along your leg slowly, noting how your skin is decorated by goosebumps after he touches you ever so lightly. He then grabs your waist and forces you down onto his lap.
You feel his erection press onto your clothed entrance. He guides your movement, pushing your lower half back and forth while he watches your breasts in the tight black dress he chose for you.
You moan quietly and lick your lips. He always felt so good and you could never say no to him. You were hypnotized by his feline-like eyes, his demanding movements, his satisfying length. Everything about him was perfect, how could you stop?
Just the feeling of dry humping Ten is enough to make you leak through your underwear.
Ten notices that you’re starting to lose it slowly, you’re giving in to him just like he wants you to. His hands grip your ass to press you further down onto him. He kisses your neck before biting it and listens to you cry out.
“Touch me, sweetheart.” He says as he takes your hand and places it on his covered member. You start to palm his dick while he closes his eyes and grunts, resisting the urge to rip every inch of clothing from your body so he can finally fuck you.
“How does that feel?” Ten asks as you let out another whimper while still moving your crotch on top of him.
He releases the spell that he placed on you and you’re finally able to move on your own. You can get up, run away if you want to..but you don’t..
Instead, you lean forward and kiss him on the lips. Ten would’ve objected but it’s you..and something keeps him from stopping the deeply personal action.
You zip his pants down and pant while looking down at his member that has now sprung free, pre cum dripping along the tip. You bite your lips in anticipation.
He uses a sharp nail to quickly cut your underwear, then wraps an arm around your waist while guiding you down onto his length.
Your head almost instantly falls back as you moan his name and feel him rub against your walls.
“Yes..it feels so good.” You cry out. His length was always something you marveled at. It always filled you perfectly and made you shiver.
Ten rocks his hips into you, meeting your body as you bounce up and down in complete bliss. He bites your collar bone, then bites your jawline. He adores the way the crimson liquid decorated your pretty neck.
“Does it feel real, sweetheart?” He says before pulling your dress down to expose your breasts. He lays his tongue flat against your nipples before sucking hard. The feeling of his wet mouth on your sensitive skin and his length hitting the pit of your stomach gets you to the edge.
“Ten!”
You can feel your body shake uncontrollably as you cum. Ten thrusts into you one final time before shooting his cum into your body.
You fall onto his shoulder and pant.
“Fuck...” you exhale. “You’re a demon, Ten, this isn’t right.”
Ten chuckles. “I’m your demon, sweetheart ..I’m not going anywhere...”
Ten pushes back his hair before running a hand over your stomach and smirking, he looks into your low eyes. “...and neither is the thing growing inside you..”
Hello love ❤️ Ten with 3 + 42 where he and y/n are watching a horror movie with fluff?❤️
[ 3: still scared? ] + [ 42: you know i love it when you call me that ]
the prompts
a loud shriek erupted from the tv, making you jump and take cover in ten’s chest. you closed your eyes and tugged firmly at the fabric of his shirt. you didn’t know why you had agreed to watching a horror movie, knowing how easily startled you had always been.
the boy laughed at your tight embrace, kissing your head and pausing the movie. you stayed like that for a while, his fingers brushing through your hair and you convincing yourself nothing could hurt you if you were hiding in his chest.
you lifted your head at some point, abandoning the darkness from ten’s shirt for the one in his living room.
“still scared?” he smiled, both teasingly and caringly.
“a bit yeah, i don’t think i can get through the rest of this movie” you had had some jolts since it started, but this certain jumpscare was it for you. and you swore it would be your last time watching this genre.
“at least you’re safe here with me” he pulled you in again, you crashing against his chest and laughing.
“oh yes, my lord and saviour” you joked, even though it was the truth. ten always made you feel secure, no matter what the situation was. no matter if it was a scary film, walking lonely streets at night, the fright before your driving exam, or literally anything. you could always trust ten to watch over you.
“oh, you know i love it when you call me that” he answered dramatically, putting a hand over his heart.
you curled up even more on him, your arms around the back of his neck and legs stretched over his lap.
“honestly, i don’t know what i’d do without you”
“you’d get really scared at horror movies” you hit his arm softly, glaring at him.
he chuckled and brought your lips together, the taste of popcorn still present. you liked this way more than the movie, his kisses making you enter a daze. making you forget reality. your name, where you were, all the creepy monsters you just saw, everything. it was just him, and his mouth and his hands.
“i hope you’re ready to cuddle me all night” you whispered, he giggled mischievously.
Love your writing, keep up the good work ❤️🤗❤️ could i request 18 + 36 with Ten? 🌸
[ 18: would you want to stay for a while? just to look at the moon? ] + [ 36: it’s just a kiss ] thank you so much for your kind words angel <33
the prompts
it was kun’s birthday, your entire friend group spent the day together at his house. at the moment, they were making popcorn for watching a movie before going to your sleeping bags. they asked you to look for ten, who had sneaked out a while ago. luckily, you knew exactly where to find him.
the wintry breeze welcomed you when you got out to the roof, where ten was sitting, admiring the view. he loved watching the night sky. and kun’s apartment was one of his favorite places to do so: it was located near the outskirts of the town, and the sky and city felt enormous from there.
“we’re watching the movie soon, we should head back” you announced and he nodded, still with his eyes fixed on the front.
“would you want to stay for a while? just to look at the moon?”
you sat next to ten, joining him. it was a beautiful night. there were a few clouds, but the moon was so bright it felt like it was only shining for you, like the childlike feeling of believing the moon was following your car. the moon was full and filled with water, rain would come soon.
“what would you do if it was your last day on earth?” he spoke after some silent minutes.
you thought about it. if you were really aware of a day being the last one of your life, you would do the things you never dared to. you would live like there is no tomorrow, because well, it wouldn’t be.
but why do you have to wait to die so you can act on your true wishes? it wasn’t fair. and maybe that reasoning, the fact that you were a little tipsy and the moon reinforced what you were about to say next.
“kiss you”
ten moved his gaze towards you, his eyes seemed carved under the moonlight.
“kiss me?” you nodded, not daring to look at him. you could feel your cheeks burning, so you decided to seek comfort in the burning stars. “i thought you would say something more exciting, like robbing a bank or freeing animals from the zoo”
“it’s the last day on earth, that doesn’t mean rules stop applying. i don’t want to spend it in jail”
“touché” he noticed you shivering. it was cold, and you were wearing nothing else than a sweater. he got closer to you, hoping his own warmth would rub off on you. it did. “but it’s just a kiss”
“the heart wants what it wants, ten” he was staring at your mouth when you turned to him. “what about you? what would you do?”
“i don’t know” he spoke honestly. “it sounds too dramatic to think of anything important enough”
silence hugged you both once again. but it wasn’t an uncomfortable one. the night sky made sure to speak.
“you know” he got even closer now, and his cold breath tingled in your nose. “you don’t have to wait for it to be your last living day to kiss me”
you smiled. it was always tempting, how ten’s grazes lasted on your skin lasted longer every day and the space between your bodies grew smaller.
“i don’t?”
“no” he assured over your lips, connecting them for the first time in somewhere other than your dreams. and the moon cried in joy that night, it was time that she made other people’s dreams come true now.
