Morality's Break - Rare Ship One-Shots

I love you (Thomxiesleep) fluff

What? Me writing fluff? I have no idea what you mean~

Remy was scrolling through Tumblr after having just organized Thomas's dreams. Honestly, he enjoyed messing with his sleep schedule and dreams because it kept his host's mind on him instead of a certain purple clad side. He liked to make a show of despising the anxious trait and how he wouldn't go in the same room as him. He didn't spend time with Virgil mostly because when he did, it affected Thomas's dreams.

The whole idea of not being able to sleep while anxious was false. When Sleep and Anxiety shared a space in the mind, it resulted in nightmares, which were things Remy was on the fence about giving to his host. Half of him loved how Thomas would dwell on it, on him. The other half didn't exactly relish having to share that attention with Virgil. Sure, he may have a small crush on him-okay, scratch that, it was huge. But he craved the one on one time with Thomas. The fact was, he loved his host, and he was sort of giddy of the fact that Thomas sometimes had to drink coffee in the mornings to keep himself away.

Remy realized he had stopped scrolling and had a small, genuine smile on his face. He shook himself and was about to return to return to his phone when he felt a tug, meaning that Thomas was summoning him. He appeared in Thomas's room. It was dimly lit by a small lamp on the nightstand that was next to the large, comfortable bed. On the bed, under the covers, was Thomas himself. Remy felt his face flush slightly at the sight. Thomas's hair was ruffled slightly and he looked so soft and cuddly and cute-not now, Remy.

"Hey, Sleep?" Thomas called.

"What?" Remy said, feigning irritation. Thomas looked down and sat up a bit.

"Are you gonna come to bed?" Thomas picked at the edge of the blankets. Remy felt his heart flutter. It sounded like they were a married couple and his husband was asking him to stop working and cuddle. Remy pushed his sunglasses to the edge of his nose and fixed his facial expression to appear exasperated.

"Why?"

"Because I need you," Thomas said, finally looking up at him. This was different. Usually Thomas just said that he needed to sleep for an event tomorrow, but this time, he needed him as him. Well, maybe, but that's what it sounded like.

"Alright, I'll be there in a few minutes." He thanked whatever divine being that was looking out for him for Thomas' acting skills. He needed to play it cool.

"Please," his host pleaded,
holding his arms out like a child reaching for something. Remy chuckled.

"You can't help but beg for me, can you?" Thomas's face reddened and he shifted. Remy walked over to the bed and crawled under the covers next to him. Thomas cleared his throat, his face still red.

"So..." the host started, clearly nervous. Next to him, Virgil popped up and wrapped his arms around Thomas, whispering into his ear. Thomas looked halfway between having a heart attack and enjoying the no doubt warm embrace of Virgil.
Virgil looked up at Remy and winked, nibbling on Thomas's ear a bit. Thomas gasped slightly at the sensation, closing his eyes with a blissed out expression. Remy felt his face grow hot at the sight before him. Right before his eyes, his two crushes were doing this. Remy thought that if they did anything else, he would pass out.

"Why so nervous, huh?" Virgil asked. He looked up at Remy. "I can feel it from both of you. What's going on?" Remy recovered and cleared his throat.

"Thomas was about to sleep," he said. Virgil sighed.

"That doesn't answer my question. Why are you anxious, Thomas?" Virgil asked. Thomas coughed to clear is throat.

"I-I-uhh..." Thomas looked away. Virgil tightened his grip on him possessively, glaring at Remy.