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.

RUNAWAY || "Hi! My name's Jun- oh. Have I said something wrong again?" Okay, so Juno didn't really know that much about humans. Like- at all. Well, she knew Jack, and frankly, she would be stunned if that's what humans were actually like. But, Juno's bored. Like so incredibly bored, and honestly, sue her, she's been alive a really long time. So after years of following Jack from place to place (constantly hiding from humans lest they realize she's not one of them), Juno is thrilled to finally meet some new people. And one of them even promises to take her to see the world (and more!) himself. Now if only she could figure out why he feels so familiar. Follows Doctor Who (series 1 onward) The Doctor x fem!oc x River Song

Fairytales are meant to be beautiful. To serve as lessons or to make people fall in love. They are canvases for the imagination to make the most spectacular paintings. Saoirse believed that she had been created by fairytales. In a way, that was true. She had been carved and written by the hands of gods, just as every other being had been. It was only a question of who's fairytale she was written for. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [The Sandman; Season 1-2] [Dream x oc]

IN WHICH a goddess angers the wrong member of the Endless. ∆ Morpheus stares at her. This creature was nothing like he had ever encountered. No one before had dared touch him like this, had dared to speak to him in such a crass and awful manner. Gods, was it addicting. ∆ THE SANDMAN PRE SEASON ONE DREAM OF THE ENDLESS X OC

"I need a favour." "Do come in, Sherlock, of course I'm happy to see you, anything I can help you with?" "Yes. I just said, I need a favour." "I was being sarcastic." "Really? Well, I still need a favour. Will you help?" "I don't even know what you want." "I need you to be my girlfriend." {fake dating fic - we pretty much ignore half of series 4}

He kisses me, like air is the least of our worries, and like there was no risk of being seen up on the deck being so scandalous. He kisses me like he loves me, like all the heartbreak and agony in the world was vanishing around us... And suddenly my world didn't seem so tragic anymore. ------ "Imilia, leave the poor man alone." "HE HAS A NIFFLER, TINA." I huff, finally snapping over to look at her. " I don't even know what that is! He has things that I don't know that I've never seen that YOU can't show me in your books! Just let me have this." "Millie, I think... I think you're kind of forgetting what.. affect you have on people." I feel Queenie's hand on top of mine and finally calm down a bit, leaning back into my chair. "I can't... I can't help that." I drag my eyes back up to Newt. "I'm sorry I... didn't mean to. It's just.. if you're interested in magical creatures, then I really don't understand why you wouldn't be at all interested in--" "Millie," "IMILIA." "Me." I finish, finally making complete eye contact with the man beside me. I can hear Tina sigh, and her elbows hit the table as she leans forward to rub her temples. "Both of my sisters are flirting monsters."

book III | sequel to "sweet, sweet solaire" Seventeen years. Quite a lot can happen in seventeen years. People can change. Hina and Gojo take the time to get to know each other. All over again, if they have to. They do have a lot of catching up to do. After all, they weren't children anymore. [also on ao3 under @writingnorth]

➤ COMPLETED "You are made of dreams. You belong to me." "I belong to no one but myself." "We'll see." - Diagnosed with a false condition called hypersomnia, Lolita has to choose between two realms and face the most important question of all: Will she give up on the waking world? - Rated #1 in Morpheus on 08/07/22 Rated #1 in Endless on 08/13/22 Rated #1 in Sandman on 08/13/22 Rated #1 in NeilGaiman on 08/13/22 Rated #1 in DreamOfTheEndless on 09/08/22 - Start: 7th Aug 22 End: 11th Sept 22