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[crowsbandcaws]

Love Bites

Vessel x gender neutral reader

In which Vessel shows affection through biting! A short little drabble I slapped together because the idea came to me and I just had to try and write it-

Word count: 666 words (i am amused by this) Content Warnings: none! just pretty silly and soft, with a mild tint of spice

Vessel was someone who liked to bite out of affection, and you learned that rather quickly. Once you were somewhat accepted into the group, and the others slowly got more comfortable around you, it was iii who gave you a friendly heads-up first. Mentioning casually that Vessel liked to bite the ones he happened to be fond of while moving to pull aside the collar of his shirt a bit to show off a decently fresh-looking hickey.

You only had given a raised eyebrow and a low whistle at the reveal before nodding and thanking him for the warning. Afterward, that little tidbit of information tucked its way into the corner of your mind for later.

The ‘later’ only happened to be a couple of days past the initial warning from iii. You were still waking up, wandering through the kitchen half-asleep and unaware of Vessel making his way into the room as well. For someone as tall as he was, he walked so quietly that it was a common occurrence for him to startle you or any of the others without meaning to.

This time, though, you did eventually see him out of the corner of your eye, and you glanced over to give a tired smile up at him while he leaned against the counter and watched you with a fond slant to his mouth. After you got the coffee machine up and running, you slowly padded over and boldly tucked yourself close to him while you waited for your wake-up drink to be finished.

Without a single complaint, Vessel draped his arms over your shoulders and curled down to rest his chin on the top of your head with a barely audible rumble of content. Really, this was counterproductive to you waking up, with the warmth and comfort of closeness, but you certainly weren’t about to move. That is, until he bent his tall frame down even further and tucked his face intently against the crook of your neck.

A shiver sparked down your back at the contact and the sensation of warm breath fanning over the skin of your neck, and you had to tilt your head to the side a slight bit to accommodate the change of position. Then, you felt his hands move to very lightly grip onto your hips, and oh there goes any shred of tiredness that tried to linger. Unable to help yourself, a quiet noise of surprise escaped you when you felt the scrape of teeth against the crook of your neck.

The light scrape turned into the solid pressure of a bite, and you had to reach out and grip the edge of the counter slightly to steady yourself as your knees threatened to give. With a low hum of his own, Vessel drew back just barely, pressing a featherlight kiss to the mark left behind on your neck. “Lovely,” he murmured, and you couldn’t help but breathe out a shaky little laugh.

“Ah. I- Think that was a bit better of a wakeup than coffee could ever be,” you muttered, almost without meaning to. A huff of laughter escaped Vessel at your comment, and he nuzzled his face against the side of your head affectionately in return.

“Happy to serve.” With one more brief press of lips to the soft spot right behind your ear and a light squeeze of your hips, he stepped back and was on his wandering way once more. Leaving you to stand in a mild daze until the beep of the coffee machine snapped you out of it.

A passing iv glanced in, saw the state of you, and couldn’t help but chuckle. “I see you got your first taste of Vessel’s brand of affection. Enjoy, that’s gonna be a regular now.” You blinked slowly, then slowly rested your face in your hands with a flustered groan. Looks like you were gonna have to get used to that.

… Not that you were particularly complaining. It wasn’t all bad.

[cr0wcaws]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

4th part of the series of Syl and Kar'niss is out!

Finally, emotions get discussed, and they can be a little more open with each other <3

(and maybe even some smooches are had)

[crowsbandcaws]

Hi! Do you think you could do a sleep token HC on how they comfort you

Hello hello! I hope you enjoy- You didn't specify an individual so I assume you want some HCs with all the boyes! And hopefully, these offer some nice comfort <3

Vessel

Very attentive. You have his undivided attention as you tell him what's troubling you

Asks very clearly if you're alright with physical touch for comfort or if you just need affirming words more

If you confirm you're good with physical contact, he'd draw you close and tuck you near to him. Rest his chin on top of your head and murmur comforting words.

Rest your head against his chest and let the timbre of his voice soothe your worries and heartaches

He would hum or sing quietly if you just needed a distraction. Very soothing.

Runs his hands up and down your back soothingly. Traces absent patterns and whorls into your skin.

You're the most secure you could ever be in Vessel's arms. He won't let anything dare hurt you further while you're in his grasp.

IV

Would likely pick up on something bothering you, but wouldn't push the issue unless he was sure that you did need him

The moment that he knows you need comfort, he's right there next to you.

A perfect solid source of solace. Lets you lean against his shoulder and urges you to let him be your anchor.

Would rest his hand on the back of your neck to ground you, only if that was something you'd be alright with. Not gripping or holding in place, just a solid presence.

Wouldn't be one for overly sugared words of comfort, but would give advice if asked. Solid, realistic advice, but not blunt in a way that'd upset more.

Definitely would offer to go with you if it was something or someone in particular that was bothering you.

If it was someone, he'd ask if you needed him to take them out. You're not sure if he's joking or not. (He's not. He'd do anything for you.)

III

Picks up on your upset surprisingly quickly.

Makes a point to gently usher you to a quieter and less overwhelming spot if around the others

Sure, he has a lot of energy, and can be loud and bouncy and all over the place, but the moment someone he cares about is upset, he's all laser focus.

Holds your hands in his gently as he listens to you, absently rubbing his fingers across your knuckles soothingly.

Would absolutely wrap you in the most secure hug once he made sure that's alright.

Asks if you want comfortable silence, or if you need a distraction.

If comfortable silence is needed, he'd direct you to sit with him on the nearest seat big enough for the both of you

Only if you'd be okay with it, he'd let you lay on his chest and would gladly just play with your hair or leave his arms looped around you while you de-stressed

If a distraction was needed, he'd pull up silly videos to get you to smile, or laugh a little

II

Unlike some may think, the most inclined to provide physical comfort.

After a check-in, would firmly wrap his arm around your waist and lead you to somewhere you feel safe.

Cups your face in solid hands and runs his thumbs over your cheeks so tenderly.

Encourages you to speak freely about whatever has you so upset. Listens, and offers very well-spoken advice if you say you want to hear it.

Very good at reassuring you that things will be okay. Comforting to listen to.

If needed, he would gladly speak on the most random topics if you just needed to hear him talk to have something to focus on aside from whatever bad is going on.

Gives some of the most grounding hugs.

[crowsbandcaws]

I return to bring some Mountain headcanons :]

Smells faintly of earth and pine

His temperature runs cooler than other Ghouls, so he is perfect to cuddle next to when too warm

But if you need warm, he just needs to sit in the sunlight for a bit, and he retains the heat like a stone would. Then you have nice warm Ghoul to cuddle!

His voice has the most soothing rumble to it, so if you rest your head on his chest, the vibrations of his voice have the same effect as a cat's purr.

Speaking of purring- Mountain has the loudest purr of all the Ghouls. Deep and rumbling, so it's impossible to not know when the big guy is happy because you can hear his purrs from a distance.

Next best Ghoul to go to besides a quintessence Ghoul if you're sick. He is very good with whipping up herbal remedies for ailments from colds, to achy joints, and more.

Big strong Ghoul. Can pick you up so easily. Strong, but has the most lovely layer of soft pudge over muscle. Absolutely perfect to hug.

[crowsbandcaws]

your phantom writing has made me SO soft for him!!! could i request a scenario where the reader (GN) is gushing over phantom's horns, hair, tail just his whole appearance more than usual and phantom is 100% flustered

Hello! I am so so sorry this took so long to actually write! I really you hope that you enjoy, still ;w;

Content: fluff, compliments, plenty of flustering dear sweet Phantom with a plethora of praise!

Word Count: 800 words

You were lounging in your room, Phantom sprawled across your bed as well. He was absently tracing patterns across the fluffy blanket on your bed, and you were simply letting your eyes wander over his features. It was such an honor to be trusted to see him without his mask, to be able to take in his lovely features whenever he spent time with you.

Noticing your staring, he glanced over at you and tilted his head a little. “Do I have something on my face?” He asked with a small teasing lilt to his tone. Smiling brightly at him, you shook your head and just looked at him with continued adoration in your gaze.

“Mm, no, I’m just taking in your lovely appearance. Soaking it in and committing it to memory. You’re so handsome, Phantom.” The open praise seemed to catch him off guard, and a flustered heat colored his cheeks faintly. You wanted to see more, to convince him that you thought he was so wonderful.

Pushing off from where you had been leaning against your pillows, you reached out and cupped his cheek with one hand. Warm affection settling in your chest at how eagerly he nuzzled his face into the touch, his eyes falling half-lidded. “Your eyes are so beautiful. I love how they flash when you get passionate about something, you know?”

A little low noise sounded at the back of his throat, and he turned his face further into your palm as if to hide from your unwavering stare. You weren’t done, yet, though. “I also adore your freckles. Like little gold flakes shimmering across your skin. Shining and making you look like the treasure you are.” To emphasize your point, you lightly swiped your thumb over his cheeks. Tracing the scattered freckles that dotted his face.

You also knew those same freckles were places elsewhere than just his face as well. His face was now noticeably warm to the touch, and his cheeks were darkened in an embarrassed heat. A low whine escaped him, and you couldn’t help but coo adoringly. “And your hair, love. The streak of white is so unique and suits you perfectly. I love running my fingers through it. Your horns, too, are wonderful. My sweet ghoul, so handsome. I want to smother you in praise and affection.”

Leaning in, you pressed the softest of kisses to his cheek, then huffed out a soft laugh as Phantom broke away from your touch to plant his face against the mattress with another embarrassed whine, followed by a muffled voice as he kept his face pressed down. “I’m not all that special-“

Raising your eyebrows and scooting closer, you reached and gently ran your hand down his back, rubbing soothing patterns and humming a pleased noise when he arched just a little into your touch once more. “Oh, love, but you are special. You’re so special, so sweet, and so uniquely you.”

Curling down, you rested your head against the spot between his shoulder blades. You did have to lean up again just a bit when he shuffled around to roll onto his side, pressing his face now against your stomach instead of the bed. A laugh bubbled out of you when you saw his tail swishing slowly behind him. Such a surefire way to give away that he was enjoying this praise, as much as he was embarrassed at the same time.

“My handsome Phantom. So lucky to have your trust. So thankful that you care about me. Such a darling. Handsome Ghoul of mine~” Much to his embarrassment, a low purr started up in his chest. Pressing his face more firmly against your stomach while still being cautious to not hurt you with his horns, he curled an arm around your waist as best he could as well.

“You’re gonna make me overheat, I’m blushing so much-“ He whined, muffled, and you couldn’t help the wide smile spreading across your face. Running your fingers through his hair happily, lightly scratching your fingernails against his scalp to make him purr even louder.

“What if that was my goal all along~?” You questioned in a mischievous sing-song tone, mirth twinkling in your eyes. He turned his head just enough to glare up at you with no real malice in his eyes.

“Then, I’d say you’re an absolute menace, and you suit the title of Sibling of Sin just perfectly,” he grumbled, not actually irritated in any way. Laughing, you leaned and planted another kiss to his skin, this time against the point of his ear. Relishing in the squeak and following shiver that ran down his back. “Menace,” he hissed again, cheeks flushed dark.

You took joy in flustering your Ghoul with these praises. He deserved them, and many, many more.

[crowsbandcaws]

ooh ooh!! i saw ur requests are open. could you write something with vessel where he does the readers makeup? i think itd be super cute 🥹

Hallo! Took a moment to get time to write this, but I hope you enjoy Ves being a bit of a lil shit <3

CWs: none! fluff, slight teasing

Word count: 769 words

You were sat down in front of Vessel, various makeup items scattered on the table beside the both of you. Having his attention so fully on you had your stomach in little nervous flips, and the way he held your face so carefully to keep you from squirming too much as he applied whatever it was that he decided suited you-

Inside, you were panicked and flustered and nervous all mixed into one. On the outside, though, you were doing your best to stay collected.

It had been earlier in the day when you asked if Vessel would help you with doing your makeup, halfway a joke when you asked. But he almost had seemed excited for the chance when he agreed, so you couldn’t bear to deny him the chance to do something that he wanted to do. The soft spot you had for the tall singer was obvious, and the others loved to tease you about it-

III had playfully poked fun at you after Vessel had wandered off when Vessel had left to collect all the things he needed to fulfill your playful request. You were still flustered remembering the way III had said that you’d asked just because you wanted Vessel’s hands on you more.

Back to the present, you could swear that Vessel may be able to hear the way your heart was jackrabbiting in your chest as he carefully cradled your jaw while he applied eyeliner with a steady hand. You were also sure your face was warm enough from embarrassment that he could feel the heat radiating off of it when he leaned in close.

Then- That was almost confirmed by the way you caught the glint of his eyes through his mask, and you saw the way his mouth curled into an almost sinful smile. “Nervous?”

His voice had you startling just slightly. He’d been quiet most of the process, so when the fragile silence was broken, you had to slide your focus back to him fully. He was still cradling your face, so you couldn’t escape his attention- “Ah, n-no?” Cursing the hitch in your voice, you wanted to just melt into the couch you two were sitting on.

A low chuckle rumbled out of him, and he seemed to give you just a bit of a break by leaning back to give you some space. “No shame if you are,” he reassured, a tone of amusement in his voice. If it weren’t for the fact that you didn’t want to ruin the work he’d done already, you’d hide your face in your hands to get just a momentary break from the intense focus on you.

Really, this was a grave you dug for yourself. You knew how intense Vessel could be when he was focused on something- “Just not used to being so close to you for so long,” you eventually admitted, gaze sliding away from him. A little nervous laugh bubbling out of you as well.

If you were able to see his face, you were sure Vessel’s eyebrows were raised. Still, though, you were able to see the way he tilted his head just slightly. “Is that so?” There was still a little amused lilt to his voice, and that was all you needed to know that he was enjoying seeing you squirm just a little bit. Bastard.

Puffing your cheeks out and scrunching your nose up just a little bit, you lightly and playfully knocked your fist against his chest. “You’re being a shit on purpose,” you almost whined, which only drew a quiet huff of laughter out of him.

“If I am?” Head still tilted just a bit, he leaned in closer to you once again. Again, allowing the briefest glimpse of his eyes glinting under his mask.

Spluttering just slightly, you very carefully pressed your hands against his face, and the bit of his face that was not covered by the mask, and pushed him back just a bit. “You’re a menace-“ You hissed out, no actual heat behind it. Laughing again, he almost pressed his face into your hands with a low hum.

“I am, and I know you don’t mind. Now, will you let me finish emphasizing the masterpiece of your face? Not that you need anything more to shine.” The flattery had you barking out a little surprised and embarrassed laugh, dropping your hands from his face.

“Stop your sweet-talking you smooth bastard- Go ahead, go ahead before I combust, yeah?” Mirth glimmering brightly in his eyes and plain in the slightly sharp grin on his face, he nodded in assent.

[crowsbandcaws]

I don’t know if i’m supposed to put writing prompts here so if it’s wrong i’m so sorry lol. I was thinking about Sleep Token and maybe writing for one of the eepy bois x reader(if you do that) but maybe having reader as another music artist that’s playing with ST and how the eepy bois act around you? I dunno if that makes sense but yee!

I was only a little confused by the wording of your request, but I really hope I wrote what you wanted to see! :] First time writing any of the Sleep Token boys, so I hope I did them justice- And I hope you're alright with my decision to have iv be the focus of the romantic interest! Since you didn't specify who you wanted in particular to be the romantic focus-

Content: Mostly fluff! Some mild possesive iv, but not in an unhealthy way. Everyone being very physically affectionate, and also not human- Just vaguely mentioned.

Word Count: 1,131

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You were an up-and-coming artist in the music industry, and honestly, you were pretty surprised at how quickly you were climbing the rungs of popularity. So far, the event that you believe really rocketed you up was being the opener for Sleep Token. A band you’d liked for a long while, and you almost hadn’t believed it when you got scheduled to open for a concert night of theirs.

That one night led to others, and now you had actually gotten to know the beings in the band somewhat decently. Kept in contact, even! If someone had told your younger self that you’d be touring semi-regularly with a band you’d looked up to, there was no doubt in your mind that younger you would have called bullshit on it.

It was far from bullshit, though, for sure. You were closer to one in particular- iv had a special place in your heart, and he knew it. Made sure that you knew he was aware of it as well- Any time that you were still on stage in the moments before leaving, and the rest of the band was making their way on, he’d brush by you, eyes squinted up in a way you could tell he was smiling under his mask.

One particularly daring night, he had wrapped an arm around your waist and tucked his face against your cheek with a low murmured phrase that had your face heating up. “Wish I could make everyone know you’re my favorite.”

You’d had to hurry off stage after that, face flushed, barely hearing the crowd's cheers. There was no doubt in your mind that some fans had picked up on iv’s favoritism of you. Social media was a thing, and you had seen some of those edits made up that included several of the moments between the two of you. It was between you and your phone if you saved almost all of those edits.

While you and iv were the ones that interacted the most, you also got along with the rest of the band! It was intimidating the first time you hung out backstage with everyone after a show, but now it was almost natural-

You’d be relaxing on a couch, only to find yourself with a lapful of iii as he decided to sprawl out with all his lanky limbs akimbo. Laughter warm in your chest, you’d accept the intrusion of personal space with no complaints, just adjusting to make sure he’d have more of a comfortable place to rest his head. Sometimes it’d be iii and Vessel, and that was a bit overwhelming even after being around them more than usual.

There was something about Vessel that still intimidated you- Something that occasionally reminded you that his presence demanded respect. The fact that he was, after all, a vessel for the deity Sleep. You knew none of them were fully human anymore, but it was Vessel’s specific oddities that reminded you of that more than the rest of them.

Even then, despite the occasional chill that’d skitter down your back when you felt Vessel’s weighted gaze lingering on you, there were other times when he was just as demanding of physical affection as iii could be. Where he’d settle beside you and curl downward to tuck his tall frame by your side. A pleased hum in his chest when you’d make room for him to press his face against the crook of your neck. The hum rumbling into something deeper, resembling a low purr.

The one that you’d had the least interaction with was ii. He was kind, yes, but did tend to keep a distance most of the time. Not avoiding, at all, but just- When you were relaxing with the others, he’d sit on his own in a chair. Soaking in the chatter, gaze sweeping over everyone in the room with a steady observing stare.

When that stare landed on you, it felt like there was nothing else in the room, though. The first time he chose to disregard his typical personal bubble and come to sit beside you as you worked on a song, it almost completely derailed your train of thought. Not wanting to make it a big deal, you’d just glanced up and gave a warm smile at him. Which he returned, or at least, you think he did. Judging by the little scrunch of his nose, the squint of his eyes, and the glint of approval in his gaze.

Still, the band member you were closest to remained iv. He’d taken to hogging your affection whenever it was acceptable. Slinging an arm over your shoulder and hauling you close to him, pressing a kiss to your cheek through his mask. Amusement dancing in his gaze at the flustered noise you’d made in response. “Don’t mind sharing you in some ways, but y’know, I think I want to keep you to myself in other ways.”

That phrase had your heart doing a flip in your chest, and a little flustered laugh bubbled out of you. “Well. Uh- I don’t… Think I have any objections to that,” you muttered in response. That was the right thing to say, apparently, as a low pleased rumble settled in iv’s chest after you answered.

“Do you trust me?” Blinking, tilting your head curiously at the question, you raised your eyebrows at him just barely. You did, if you were honest with yourself. So, you nodded just barely. “Good. Close your eyes for me, doll.”

The pet name had a flutter settling in your stomach, and you gave a little nervous smile before closing your eyes as he asked. “There we go,” he muttered, and you were almost startled by how much closer to you the words sounded. Then, hands came to rest on your cheeks, and then lips pressed gently to yours. A brief chaste kiss, but that light kiss had your heart pounding in your chest.

It meant he’d lifted his mask. Meant he trusted you enough to not look as he did so. That almost meant more than the kiss- “Oh-“ You breathed out softly, sure your face was noticeably flushed. “What a nice surprise.” He laughed, then, a rich sound that you wanted to hear even more.

“Glad it was a good one, hm? More of those where that came from. I’m the only one who can kiss you, yeah?” You gave a little crooked smile but nodded in agreement. “Good. I’m not about to stop you from bein’ close with everyone else. Couldn’t even if I wanted to. But I’m the only one who gets the privilege of kissing you.”

Well, you weren’t about to argue that… And you couldn’t be more thankful to the fates that had landed you in this position.

[crowsbandcaws]

i ADORE the design you made for Phantom!! i'm not sure if requests are open but if they are, could i request of scenario in which reader gets into a nasty fight with one of the other ghouls and afterwards phantom comes to comfort them?

Ahh! Thank you so much! My requests indeed are open. You're the first person that's put in a request! So, I hope you enjoy this :]

Content: hurt/comfort, mentions of mild injury, no pronouns or use of y/n, could be read as platonic, but it does have romantic undertones in mind, and which Ghoul you got into a scrap with is left up to personal interpretation.

wordcount: 1,007 words

You were a mix of furious and hurt, both mentally and physically. You knew that the Ghouls could be cruel if they were in a less than calm and stable state. But you’d been so careful, so cautious, that you never expected to actually get into an actual fight with one of the Ghouls in the abbey.

But now here you were, retreated to your room, hunkered down in your bathroom while silent tears tracked down your cheeks. You were just- So upset. There wasn’t a healthy way for the emotions to escape besides tears right now. Knowledge that you needed to clean the claw punctures on your forearm where you had been grabbed was a rather important task did settle in the forefront of your mind. But right now, you couldn’t quite manage to drag yourself from your current position of sitting on your bathroom floor. The words that accompanied that clawed grip almost hurt worse than the actual injuries.

The light knock on your room’s door almost escaped your notice, but notice it you did. The last thing you wanted was someone seeing you like this. Temptation to completely ignore the knocking was right there, but something in the back of your mind urged you to check and see who it was. So, with a bit of a struggle, you pushed yourself to your feet and scrubbed your uninjured forearm across your face to get rid of some of the tears staining your cheeks.

Slowly and hesitantly, you made your way to the door and had to pause a few moments to gather up resolve before you pushed it open only a crack so you could see who it was. Your gaze fell upon the unmasked Phantom, who was wringing his hands in front of himself nervously, and looking so distressed that you couldn’t help but open the door a little more.

When he spotted you, he almost immediately went to step toward you, but then halted and grimaced slightly to himself. It was obvious he didn’t want to push you. “Hey… I- I heard about what happened, doll,” he muttered, concern obvious on his face and in those purple eyes of his.

Much to your embarrassment, and horror, tears just welled right back up in your eyes and repainted the streaks down your cheeks. “I… It caught me so off guard,” you said in a quiet voice, cracked in the middle with emotion. “I don’t know what I did to set- To set that off-“

Eyebrows furrowed, Phantom gently and so slowly reached out to lightly lay a hand on your uninjured forearm. “Don’t blame yourself, okay? C’mon, d’you want me to come in and help patch you up a little bit…?” You could only nod slightly, eyes downcast. So, gently, Phantom walked you back into your room and maneuvered you to sit on the edge of your bed.

Giving a little comforting smile, he raised one of your hands up and brushed a light kiss over the backs of your knuckles. “Stay here, okay…? M’gonna get some things to clean you up a little.” His actions were so sweet, so genuine, that a ghost of a smile tugged at the corners of your lips and you gave a little nod.

Seeing your smile, no matter how faint, had an answering bright beam of a smile aimed right back at you. Phantom stood and brushed a thumb over your cheek lightly before tuning and padding towards your bathroom. Gathering up disinfectant and bandages quickly so he could be right by your side as soon as he could manage.

“Okay, gonna need you to hold your arm out for me, got it? I know it’s gonna sting, but Ghoul scratches aren’t somethin’ to mess around with.” You grimaced slightly but did as he asked. Holding out your arm to show off the angry-looking punctures in your arm. Four in total dug into the meat of your inner forearm. A low hiss slipped through Phantom’s teeth when he saw these, and his eyes flared bright just a moment before he took a few breaths to calm himself.

It'd do no good to get angry, even though the more instinctual part of him was echoing to find whomever it was that left these marks on someone close to him. Shoving that aside, he shook his head minutely before soaking cottonballs with disinfectant and carefully swabbing over the injuries. Murmuring soft words of praise and apologies when you winced in pain at the sting. As soon as your arm was cleaned and bandaged, and maybe even after he used just a smidge of his abilities to ease the pain more, he quickly made sure everything was back in place before returning to your side.

“You want me to stay ‘n maybe watch a nice movie with you? I wanna make sure you’ll be okay…” You offered up a small smile at him and gave just a little nod. Phantom was so good to you, and you were so thankful to have him close. His comfort and kindness and affection was so welcome. So, after a moment of deciding on a move, the two of you crawled into your bed and shuffled about to get into a comfortable position.

You ended up pressed against his side, using his chest as a pillow. He had an arm curled protectively around you, and a low purr was rumbling in his chest. You were not even focusing on the movie if you were honest. The steady, soothing pace of his heartbeat under your ear, alongside the low rumble of a purr, had you nearly drifting off to sleep right then and there. “Mmthank you, Phantom…”

His purr ticked up in volume just a bit, and he carefully moved to press a kiss to the top of your head. “Of course, doll. I’m here for you whenever you need me,” he responded, fondness clear in his tone. And you knew he meant that, and it brought you solace after such a rough day.