Q: did or do you have a favorite creepypasta?

Platonic Remy x Roman?

Well it was official.

Roman. Yes, the Roman was exhausted.

Beyond exhausted. He was dead on his feet.

It had been a long day of slaying dragons and saving people. He had not eaten breakfast, he had not gotten enough sleep the night before and the night before that.

In fact, this whole week he had not been sleeping at all.

And now, the new week was starting and he was just tired.

He skipped breakfast and instead trudged to the living room where Remy sat, sipping his coffee and scrolling through his phone.

The trait looked over at the tired prince and frowned. “Uhh, you okay honey?” He asked and set his Starbucks cup on the coffee table. Roman shrugged and plopped onto the couch beside Remy.

“Oh I see. Not enough sleep huh?” Remy arched a brow. Roman groaned and curled into a fetal position.

“I'm so tired, but I can't fall asleep,” He started. “And it's frustrating that I can't sleep.” He tugged at his hair.

Remy pushed his hands and carded his fingers through the prince's hair. “Let me help you then.” He offered.

Roman whined. “I don't need your help.” He slurred.

Remy scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Sure.” He huffed and stroked his hair.

Not even a second later Roman dozed off, his tense posture relaxed and he breathed steadily.

Remy smiled and pressed a kiss to his temple, ensuring a good nights sleep that he rightfully deserved.