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Check out my other story for a cute love story. This is not that. There's gonna be mental health issues, some schizophrenia and personality disorder symptoms, probably BDSM, and Vessel is
/Not a nice guy in this one/.
Again, in the other fic, he's a top bloke, if you don't like meanies
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One night shift in Boston changed everything. When an onstage accident forces Vessel, the mysterious frontman of Sleep Token, into the hands of a trauma nurse named Kennedy, their worlds collide. What began as a patient-provider bond quickly fractures into something deeper, a secret sanctuary for two souls navigating their own unseen wounds. But distance is a cruel mistress, and as they navigate the miles between Boston and London, the shadows of fame begin to bleed into their reality. As Vessel struggles through the darkest chapter of his life-fighting depression and mourning a family death while crafting the Even in Arcadia album-he must decide if he can truly be the man Kennedy needs, or if the shroud was the only thing keeping them safe. Tropes: Hidden identity Celebrity-non-celebrity pair Long distance relationship Doxxing Angst Medical drama Family tragedy Trauma/PTSD Suicide Military ⚠️Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction created for entertainment purposes only. While inspired by the public personae known as "Vessel", "II", "III", and "IV" from the band Sleep Token, the characters portrayed in this story are entirely fictional. To respect the privacy of the real individuals behind their monikers, different names have been used in this narrative. Any resemblance to real events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
The Apparition - Sleep Token - Vessel x OC 18+
'Do you remember me when the rain gathers?' Quiet, tall and slightly awkward in the way that made you think twice before looking away. But when he played, God, when he played. It was like the room listened. Music is the language he speaks most fluently, half improvised chords, half unspoken thoughts. Too sharp to be forgettable, too soft to demand attention. He didn't expect to be heard. He was never meant to be seen. And then Eden saw him anyway. (This story is entirely fictional, inspired by the music of Sleep Token. Told from dual perspectives - the 'man behind the mask' of Vessel. And Eden - the FMC. It explores a narrative detached from real-life identities or events. No real identities/names are ever mentioned or discussed. The events that happen are completely fictional. Everything within is purely a product of imagination.)Complete
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The Summoning (Sleep Token FanFiction)
Making a deal with the God of Sleep wasn't exactly on my bingo card, but neither was getting caught up in a sacrificial ritual. The four men in masks saved me only to bring me to their own church of worship, telling me I can't go home because of the debt I owe. But a pact made long ago with the God and the one they call Vessel has me questioning my trust in them, especially when the standoff-ish Vessel of Sleep, the leader of the group, seems to know something I don't. The only way to learn the truth is to delve deeper into their lives, digging up my own buried past along with it... This is a slow burn romance mystery. Warning ⚠️: talk of suicide, murder, self harm and abuse along with sexual content. I also use swear words occasionally Word count: 85,661 Sequel: TelomeresComplete
Telomeres (The Summoning 2)
When I wake in the hospital, adorned with a new scar across me from the fateful day I lost everything, I have no choice but to try and pick up the life that I left behind in America without Vessel by my side. With no contact from him and a broken heart, I am set to graduate with a psychology degree and am forced to move on. Then, only a few days before graduation, a letter arrives at my college campus for a job offer as a group therapist. For a band. In Europe. Am I ready to face him again after feeling as though he abandoned me? ~~~~~~~~~~ This is a sequel to The Summoning
Unmasked Devotion
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Sleeping With Sleep
I shakily reached for his hand and he stood, gently pulling me up with him. My gaze bounced between each of the six eyes on the mask and I got frustrated, wanting to make real eye contact with him. Vessel noticed my slight scowl and paused for a second before wearily pushing his hood back and unbuckling his mask, letting it fall to rest in his other palm. His long, shaggy black hair fell immediately into his eyes, blocking my line of sight to a majority of his face. I lean slightly away from him. "Are... Are you sure?..." I didn't want him to feel pressured to show me who he was, but I was dying to see the real him. "Promise you won't panic...?" That took me aback. Panic? Why? I furrowed my brows, confused. I nodded. "Yeah, why would I pa-" He tilted his head up and brushed his hair from his face. Six. There were still six. I panicked.![DARK CORRIDORS Dream harem [Complete]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/302069450-256-k147461.jpg)
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One night shift in Boston changed everything. When an onstage accident forces Vessel, the mysterious frontman of Sleep Token, into the hands of a trauma nurse named Kennedy, their worlds collide. What began as a patient-provider bond quickly fractures into something deeper, a secret sanctuary for two souls navigating their own unseen wounds. But distance is a cruel mistress, and as they navigate the miles between Boston and London, the shadows of fame begin to bleed into their reality. As Vessel struggles through the darkest chapter of his life-fighting depression and mourning a family death while crafting the Even in Arcadia album-he must decide if he can truly be the man Kennedy needs, or if the shroud was the only thing keeping them safe. Tropes: Hidden identity Celebrity-non-celebrity pair Long distance relationship Doxxing Angst Medical drama Family tragedy Trauma/PTSD Suicide Military ⚠️Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction created for entertainment purposes only. While inspired by the public personae known as "Vessel", "II", "III", and "IV" from the band Sleep Token, the characters portrayed in this story are entirely fictional. To respect the privacy of the real individuals behind their monikers, different names have been used in this narrative. Any resemblance to real events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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