#sleepivity

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"Shh, c'mon," Remy whispered, tugging Roman down the path as quickly and quietly as possible.

"What are we doing?" Roman hissed back. "And why can't we do it inside, instead of outside in the dark on Halloween of all nights."

Remy squeezed Roman's hand. "You'll see!" He sang.

"Are we almost there?"

"Yup! In fact..." Remy paused speaking for a moment, before he stopped in his tracks, gesturing for Roman to do so, too. "We're here!"

Roman squinted into the darkness, and when he suddenly realised where they were, he turned to his boyfriend with widened eyes.

Remy was grinning, half excited and half mischievous. That look was often exciting for Roman, promising new and interesting and very, very fun things. But, right now, it just made him nervous.

"Remy," Roman said slowly. "Why are we at a graveyard, in the middle of the night on Halloween."

"For selfies!"

Roman blinked, before leaning forward and hissing.

"Selfies?"

Remy nodded. "Yup! Midnight selfies in a graveyard. I'm gonna get so many likes."

Roman sighed. "Probably."

"Right? This is gonna be so cool!"

Remy then took his first step into the graveyard, dragging his mostly-unwilling boyfriend along with him. As soom as Roman passed through the gates, a gust of wind blew over him, like icy fingers dancing all over his skin.

He shivered. "Oh, stars above. This is a very bad idea."

"I think you mean an amazing idea."

"You know, usually I would agree with you, that you have some very excellent ideas, but this one does not excite me."

"Aww," Remy cooed. "Are you chicken?"

Roman let out an exaggerated gasp, placing his free hand over his heart.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Remy teased. "Chicken!"

Roman leant in, narrowing his eyes at his boyfriend, and getting close enough that he could almost kiss him, if he so desired.

"I can tell that you are baiting me, and it shall not work."

"So, you are chicken, then," Remy decided, before reaching up and cupping Roman's cheek with his free hand. "Baby, we can go home if you want to."

Roman paused.

Then, he sighed.

"Okay, fine, we can stay."

Roman : I'VE GOT AN IDEA - a g a i n

Logan, sleeping : fckoff

Remy : what's the idea?

Roman, feeling sleepy : it's really important and we need two write that down before I lose it

Remy : sooooo, tell me?

Roman : keep the idea.. *tells him*

Remy : alright.

Roman, falling asleep :

*

The next day

Roman : REMY WHERE'S THE IDEA

Remy: no coffee no talk

Roman, running away : *grabs a coffe and returns * accept the sacrifice and give me the idea I had you hold for me

Remy : nothing *slurps coffee *

Roman : w-but... I.. I.. I trusted you..

Remy : creativity doesn't survive me, my Prince *grins and walks off *

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This is one of many, many ficlets I am posting on Christmas day. Hope you enjoy!

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Roman yelped as the snowball hit him right in the centre of his back. It didn't hurt, but it had startled him so much he almost slipped on the snow.

He caught himself on the side of the house before he could hit the ground, and turned to get a good look at his attacker.

Remy - his boyfriend - just grinned at him with an innocent smile that was entirely uneffective, as there was no one else nearby who could have thrown the snowball. He gave Roman a small wave.

Roman gasped, laying one hand over his heart and the knuckle of the other against his forehead.

"I cannot believe the love of my life - my prince charming - has betrayed me like this! I will never recover."

Remy snorted. "Babe, I'm no prince charming."

Roman made another offended noise, but for a very different reason than before.

"Excuse you!" He exclaimed. "You are the most charming of all the princes in all the lands. The most gorgeous of knights in shining armour."

"And I'm hot, too."

"Ah, yes, and we cannot forget that."

"Does that mean you forgive me for throwing a snowball at you?"

(This is for Roman's birthday ofc!)

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Roman jumped, startled, when Remy suddenly came up behind him, wrapping his arms loosely around his neck.

"Happy birthday, babe," Remy greeted, glancing at Roman's desk, at the script his boyfriend had just been working on.

Roman blinked. "Birthday? But that's not 'til tomorrow."

Remy snorted. "It's 1am. It is officially 'tomorrow'."

"Oh. Well, I still have to finish this script-"

"Nope!" Remy interrupted him. "Nuh-uh, babe. It's bed time.

"Wh- bed time?"

"Mhm!"

Remy let go of Roman, grabbing the sides of his chair before he could protest, and pulled it back, away from the desk. He then walked around so he was now in front of Roman, blocking the desk and crossing his arms.

"It's 1am and I wanna go to bed. I'm not gonna go to bed alone, though, so you're coming, too. You've been working for too long anyway."

Roman still looked like he wanted to protest, and sighed.

"I need to get this script done."

"You need to sleep, and it's your birthday, you can't work on your birthday! Come on, doesn't snuggling in bed sound good?"

Roman was always very easy to convince, very weak to Remy's temptations, and of course Remy knew this. He was already smirking, and leant forward, taking Roman's hands in his own and squeezing them.

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When the door to his study suddenly swung open, Roman jumped, almost falling right out of his seat. Remy then stepped inside, placing his hands on his hips.

"Babe, you're overworking yourself," He said firmly. "Stop it."

"What?" Roman denied, awkwardly trying to laugh it off. "No- no, I'm not."

Remy gave him a dry look.

Roman sighed. "Remy, I really need to get this script done."

"You've been at this for hours, babe," His boyfriend chastised, strolling over to Roman, standing behind him and wrapping his arms around Roman's neck. "You need to take a break."

"But-"

"Nuh-uh, no arguing. Now, come on, we're gonna go watch the sappiest, cheesiest rom-com we can find and we are gonna snuggle the whole time."

Roman hesitated for a moment.