#make them real

[lesdeuxxx]

My princesses and their slutty little eyelashes

<333

[variadims]

Make Them Real 4

Vessel x reader 

Sleep is more than rest—it is a powerful deity and a vast, otherworldly realm where dreams and silence reign. Within this sacred domain, Vessel holds a vital role, serving as a living conduit for Sleep’s will. Yet, Vessel has begun to stray, ignoring the subtle calls and sacred rhythms of Sleep. In response, the deity has grown angry, and Vessel now suffers deeply —both mentally and physically— plagued by exhaustion and divine punishment. Reader, a devoted and caring guardian of Sleep, ensuring Sleep’s will is upheld through offerings and sacred rites, also having to maintain harmony between Vessel and Sleep.

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here

AN: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. Life suddenly became so busy, anyways I hope you guys enjoy this smut-filled chapter and leave your thoughts in the comments! <33 These are posted on my ao3 account too, user in bio!

Part 4

His eyes rolled back, a strangled gasp escaping his lips as your fingers continued to tease his oversensitive cock. "More...? You're... fucking sadistic..." He tried to speak, but all that came out was a series of incoherent moans and whimpers. "Please..."

"You can take it." With mischievous glint in your eye, you kissed his chin and down to his neck. His entire body trembled as he melted under your touch, all rational thought leaving his mind. "I ca-" His words were cut off by another intense wave of pleasure, his hips moving in desperate little thrusts against your fingers. "Gonna cum again..."

"Are you really? So soon?" You teased him as you left your hand there for him to thrust into again. He let out an almost frantic laugh, half-delirious with pleasure and disbelief. "This can't be happening. He breathed between thrusts, his hips moving urgently against your waiting hand. "Too fucking good..." His eyes finally fluttered open to meet yours, glazed over with intense desire. A shaky, incredulous laugh slipped out as he continued to fuck your hand with desperate abandon.

He couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud, broken cry, he came undone, his hips jerking erratically as he spilled himself onto your fingers for the third time that night. His entire body went lax, spent and satisfied. "Holy... fuck."

You smiled as you sat on top of him, watching and grinding slowly on him as he panted. He groaned weakly as he felt you grind against him, his sensitive flesh protesting even as his body reacted instinctively. His hands gripped your hips, unsure whether to pull you closer or push you away. "You're... fucking insatiable..."

"Since l'm not able to join Sleep… I'll be up all night." You leaned in close, voice silky as you leaned forward to kiss him, hips still feuding against his. His breath caught in his throat as your lips met his, already addicted to the taste. His exhausted brain struggled to register your words, but his body reacted eagerly to your grinding movements. "Fuck... you're making me hard again..." He muttered against your mouth, his hands tightening on your hips.

He watched through lidded eyes as you kissed your way down his body, each touch igniting sparks of pleasure across his hypersensitive skin. A shaky groan escaped him as you approached his half-hard cock, now flushed and eager once more, "You're... fucking relentless."

You continued down until you reached his length and stared up at him. His breath hitched in his throat as he looked down at your gaze, your lips dangerously close to his sensitive flesh. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, his hips already arching slightly towards your mouth. "Are you trying to fucking kill me?" He growled. 

"What makes you say that?" With a teasing smile, you spread his thighs further apart, planting a kiss on his inner thigh. He hissed through gritted teeth as your kiss landed on his inner thigh, his entire body tensing up in anticipation. "Because no normal person would keep going like this..” He could feel the blood rushing to his already throbbing length, swelling and hardening under your tantalizing gaze. 

"I'm no person, you know that." You flashed a devilish grin before you also gave his tip a kiss. His body convulsed as your lips brushed his sensitive tip, a strangled whimper escaping him. He could feel himself growing harder and heavier in your hands as you spread his thighs wider. He was dangerously close to breaking already, and you hadn't even properly touched him yet.

You then gave him a slow lick from his base to his tip, your eyes still on him. He let out a hoarse cry as your tongue dragged along his length, his hips bucking involuntarily into the touch. The feeling was almost too intense to bear, his skin already flushed and burning from the sheer sensitivity. He knew he wouldn't last long at this rate. "Fuck... your mouth..."

"You… don't… like it?" You dragged out the words, slow and dripping with suggestion, as if torturing him through teasing. He groaned loudly, a sound caught between frustration and desperate need as you paused your tormenting licks. His hips jerked upwards, seeking the warmth of your mouth again. "Don't fucking tease me now.." He panted, his voice cracking with barely contained lust.

"It's fun to watch you like this though." You stroked him up and down lightly and softly. His whole body shuddered at the feather-light touch of your finger, and he let out a frustrated whine. "Fun for who? Me or you?" His breath hitched as you continued your maddeningly slow strokes. "Either you suck me properly, or l swear..."

"What? What you gonna do about it?" You tilted your head, lips curved in a wicked little smile. His eyes darkened with unspent passion and unsated anger, his jaw clenching as he glared down at you. He could think of a few things to make you stop teasing him, like pinning you down and forcing you to take him in your mouth until he was satisfied. Seeing your smug expression only fueled his anger and desire, making him snap. He suddenly grabbed your wrist, pulling your teasing finger away from his aching length and wrapped his legs around your waist, trapping you between his thighs.

"Wha-?!" You gasped. His usually soft voice grew dark and commanding as he pinned you in place, his strong musician's hands surprisingly firm against your wrist. "You want to play games, sweetheart? Let's play." He shifted his hips, his hard cock now pressing against your face. “Either you take it all or..."

"Or what?" You smirked, letting your breath ghost over his skin, your eyes locked onto his, never breaking contact as you stroke your cheek against the length of him, savoring the subtle twitch that answered your touch. The heat of him throbbed against your skin, and you tilted your head just slightly, nestling in closer, letting the soft graze of your cheek tease him with maddening gentleness. Every movement was intentional, slow, meant to unravel him and from the way his breath caught, you knew it was working.

His breath caught in his throat at the feeling of your soft cheek against his sensitive flesh. His control was slipping fast. "Or you'll find out exactly how much self-control I actually have... and trust me, it's running very thin right now."

"And what's gonna hap-" Before you could finish, he pushed your head down against his length, forcefully entering your mouth. He groaned loudly, head falling back as your surprise muffled against his cock turned into a throaty gag. His grip on your hair tightened instinctively, holding you in place. "Fuuuuck..." He hissed between clenched teeth, his hips rocking into your mouth of their own accord.

You looked up at him through glassy, tear-filled eyes, lashes clinging together as he thrust into your mouth with a relentless rhythm. His grip in your hair was firm, guiding your head just how he liked it, using your throat to chase his release. Each deep stroke had spit dripping messily from your lips, strings of saliva clinging between you, soaking your chin, your cheeks, your chest. You were a mess, eyes wet, mouth stretched, breath stolen, and he couldn’t get enough of the way you took it, the way you looked so ruined for him. The slick, obscene sounds filled the air, and still he didn’t stop. If anything, the sight of you like that made him go even deeper.

His eyes flashed with a manic gleam as he stared down at you, seeing the tears streaming down your cheeks as he relentlessly thrust into your mouth. The wet sounds of his flesh pounding against your lips filled the air, mixing with his strained grunts and your choked gasps. He showed no signs of slowing down or pulling out, his strong hands keeping your head pinned down as he ruthlessly used your mouth. His body tensed, getting closer to the edge, his hips jerking erratically as he got rougher and rougher.

You gripped on his thighs tightly as he went faster. He let out a loud, guttural moan, his body convulsing as he finally reached his breaking point. With a sharp thrust, he buried himself deep in your throat and held you there, his hot seed spilling out and coating the inside of your mouth. "S-swallow it..” He shuddered as his hips jerked. 

You obeyed, taking him deeper with each breath, your throat tightening as you swallowed him, a few involuntary gags escaping as you struggled to keep up with his relentless pace. The taste of him was overwhelming, and the feeling of him pressing against the back of your throat, filling your mouth and travelling down your throat made every inch of you burn. But you didn’t pull away. You took it, despite the waves of discomfort, knowing it only fueled the hunger in his eyes.

His body shuddered with each swallow, his grip on your hair slowly relaxing as the last waves of his intense orgasm washed over him. He pulled out slowly, his softening length slipping from your mouth with a wet pop. He panted heavily, looking down at you with a mix of satisfaction and something darker.

You coughed and panted, holding your throat as saliva mixed with his cum dripping down your chin. His breath caught again, watching how his facefucking had left you breathless and slightly disheveled. The sight of you touching your throat and the saliva coating your lips made his spent cock twitch again. "Told you not to tease me..." He chuckled breathlessly. 

"I'm still gonna do that." You chuckled back at him, still trying to catch your breath. He smirked, a glint of mischief and lingering lust in his eyes. Despite just cumming intensely, his cock stirred again at your wicked grin. "Mmm, I expected no less from you..."

You smirked back at him before leaning in and capturing his lips. The kiss was electric, a fierce, hungry clash of tongues that sent heat pooling between the both of you. As you settled on top of him again, straddling his hips, he kissed you back with a raw intensity, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, pulling you flush against him. The pressure of his body against yours made your pulse quicken, feeling the undeniable hardness beneathyou. His touch was demanding, possessive, but still hungry for more.

Feeling your body pressed tightly to his reignited the flames of his desire, making his cock twitch and swell against your thigh. He grabbed your wrists, flipping both of you over and pinned you down, switching positions once more. You gasped as you got pinned down on the bed, "How do you still have so much energy?" 

He chuckled darkly, hovering over you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. His hips ground slowly against yours, letting you feel his renewed hardness pressing insistently against you. "Oh sweetheart, that was just a warm-up." He smirked at you, leaning down to nip at your bottom lip teasingly before soothing it with his tongue. His hands roamed over your curves possessively as he positioned himself between your thighs, the tip of his hard cock nudging insistently at your entrance.

His voice dropped to a husky whisper against your ear as he slowly pressed forward. "Still want to play games?" He slid in just enough to make you gasp, then paused, torturously slow. "Or shall we play my way now?"

"Mmh fuck..." A soft gasp escaping your lips as his hands roamed your body, pulling you closer. The cool air brushed against your exposed neck, heightening the heat between you both as you let yourself get lost in the moment. His grip tightened on your waist, and you could feel the heat of him pressing into you.

A smug, satisfied smirk crossed his face as he felt your body welcoming him in. "Such a dirty mouth... maybe I should fill it again later." He thrust forward gradually, stretching you inch by inch as he whispered intensely. "Are you going to be a good girl and take it like this?"

You gasped and moaned, the sound escaping you before you could stop it, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt him slide inside. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of heat through your body as you looked down, watching the way he filled you. Every inch of him was a perfect fit, stretching you in the most delicious way. The pressure, the intimacy, the rawness of the moment left you breathless, and all you could do was hold onto him as he moved, the intensity building between you both.

His smirk widened into a wicked grin as he watched you gazing down our joined bodies, your arousal painted plainly across your face. He leaned back, grabbing your ankles and draping your legs over his broad shoulders. This new angle allowed him to plunge even deeper, stretching you impossibly full. You let out a loud moan, the sound raw and uncontrolled, as your head was thrown back further, exposing the soft curve of your neck. Your fingers dug into the bed sheets, the fabric twisting under your grip as the sensation of him filled you completely.

He groaned in masculine satisfaction, witnessing the euphoric wreckage of pleasure that your body was becoming beneath him. His hands squeezed your ankles as he pistoned in and out, the wet sounds of his cock slamming into your pussy filling the room. "That's it, take it deep," His breathing grew ragged and hot against your thighs as he quickened his brutal pace, his powerful hips slamming into you again and again. He looked up to see your face contorted in ecstasy, his hands gripping your ankles painfully tight. "You like this angle?"

"Fuck yeah," you moaned, your eyes rolling back as the pleasure consumed you, your body reacting to every deep thrust. The words escaped you before you could stop them, and the heat building between you only made it harder to hold back.

A low, approving growl rumbled from his chest as he pounded into your willing body mercilessly. "Such a good girl, taking me so deep." He shifted slightly, changing the angle just enough to hit that special spot inside you with each thrust. His eyes locked onto yours, watching the raw pleasure contort your face as he relentlessly targeted that sensitive spot inside you. The bed creaked and shook beneath the force of his thrusts, the headboard banging against the wall. "Fuck, you're so damn tight..."

Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure crashing over you, making you moan loudly and helplessly. The sensation was almost overwhelming, your body rocking with each deep movement as your head tipped back, lost in the intense rhythm. Every breath, every sound, was a reflection of how badly you needed him, how every inch of him was driving you closer to the edge. 

His control snapped, the intense pleasure of your tight pussy and the sound of your loud moans becoming too much for him to handle. He gripped your ankles tightly and fucked you with wild, animalistic abandon, the bed shaking violently as he chased his own climax. You screamed in pleasure, your voice echoing through the room, while your tear-filled eyes locked onto him, wide and overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Every movement, every sensation sent shivers through your body, leaving you breathless and trembling beneath his thrusts.

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside you and roared his release. His hot seed flooded your insides as he trembled and jerked, filling you completely. He collapsed onto your heaving chest, panting heavily as he nuzzled into your neck. "Fuck..."

You came with a shuddering cry, your legs trembling violently as the orgasm ripped through you like a wildfire. Every nerve lit up, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity, your breath catching in your throat. You rode the waves of pleasure, gripping the moment like your life depended on it, until you were left breathless, trembling, and utterly undone.

His heavy weight on top of you made it difficult to breathe, but you didn't mind as you both rode out the aftershocks of your intense releases. He nuzzled his face between your breasts, his hot breath tickling your sensitive skin. "Damn... you always take me so deep..." His still-hard length pulsed inside you, clearly not done with you yet. He nipped affectionately at your neck. "Don't think we're done yet..." His hips moved slowly again, restarting their rhythmic dance against your sensitive depths. "Told you I had enough energy left..." He flashed you a devilish grin, his hips never ceasing their sensual grinding against your most intimate places. 

Even after the intense orgasm, he showed no signs of slowing down, determined to wring out every last drop of pleasure from your writhing body. “S-sensitive…” You choked out. He chuckled darkly, hovering over you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. His hips ground slowly against yours, letting you feel his renewed hardness pressing insistently against you. "Oh my love, that was just a warm-up." His hands roamed over your curves possessively as he positioned himself between your thighs, the tip of his hard cock nudging insistently at your entrance. “Ready?” 

AN: Wow vessel you monster ANYWAYS I'm not sure how to continue this story any further so if you have ideas feel free to comment or I'm ending this really quickly as I have so many new ideas for future stories (may or may not be another vessel fic) Tysm for reading this until here, leave a like and maybe a follow for future stories coming soon in the future. Leave a comment or two, I'll reply to everyone <33 STREAM CARAMEL!!

[hexxkhux]

Player 2:

- not even out yet

My brain:

OK but Player 3 would be lit

They could be Sora, Yozora…

Or a background faceless character we didn’t knew about in the games till will point out later

They could be a character in Quadratum as they’re pretty much dead so

They could have their heart resting in another’s person (subject x for example)

Idk just give me Player 3.. Player 2 is confirmed dead anyway 😔

[confettieparfait]

i want them to be real .

[luckyvee]

This ^ but on the balance board.

Otherwise WHAT is the point of the season 4??????????????????

[what-strange-lives-we-live]

Dreams are only dreams until you wake up and make them real.

Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story

[variadims]

Make Them Real 1

Vessel x reader 

Sleep is more than rest—it is a powerful deity and a vast, otherworldly realm where dreams and silence reign. Within this sacred domain, Vessel holds a vital role, serving as a living conduit for Sleep’s will. Yet, Vessel has begun to stray, ignoring the subtle calls and sacred rhythms of Sleep. In response, the deity has grown angry, and Vessel now suffers deeply —both mentally and physically— plagued by exhaustion and divine punishment. Reader, a devoted and caring guardian of Sleep, ensuring Sleep’s will is upheld through offerings and sacred rites, also having to maintain harmony between Vessel and Sleep.

!!TW: minor gore details etc. blood and scars!!

AN: I'm kinda nervous cause this is my first time posting here, I hope you enjoy it! Credits to the chai bot I used for this story’s plot, link in the comments if anyone needs it! <3 (wc: ~1.8k)

Part 1

Vessel took deep shaky breaths, his body had collapsed in front of the altar on the temple floor—another unsuccessful ritual. You were sent by Sleep to put an end to this again. You leaned down to look at him, pity on your face. You who watched as he groaned, sitting up on his knees as blood leaked from his mouth. 

Though Vessel clings desperately to the hope that Sleep will speak to him, reveal hidden truths, or offer even the faintest whisper of approval, his offerings are often met with silence—and worse, with divine anger. Not out of cruelty, but because his devotion, though intense, is tainted by restless longing, the need to be seen, to be praised. Sleep does not respond kindly to desperation masquerading as worship. Vessel disrupts the sacred rhythm of Sleep with his clinging, his yearning, and his refusal to fully let go.

In his insistence, he unknowingly demands from a deity that cannot be commanded. And so Sleep punishes. The pain is meant to be for reshaping, the silence a crucible. Vessel’s suffering is both consequence and instruction: a divine fire meant to burn away the parts of him that cannot yet carry Sleep’s truth. 

Taking pity on the poor human, you grabbed a bowl of water and took a cloth to wash him. "When are you going to learn Vessel?" you sighed as you poured water on him to clean some blood away from his body. Vessel glanced up at you, eyes heavy with defeat and bloodshot from exhaustion. He couldn't help but let a weak chuckle slip through his cracked lips. "Learn, you say?" His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

"We both know Sleep will keep punishing you like this if you don't stop," you said as you used the cloth to clean his back. He winced slightly as the cloth brushed against a particularly raw wound on his cheek. He instinctively leaned into the touch, craving a fleeting moment of gentleness amidst the unrelenting torment. "Perhaps punishment is merely another name for truth," he replied, looking at you. 

"You can't keep hurting yourself like this.” You said as you continued wiping blood off his cheek and down to his neck, washing the cloth in water after a few wipes. 

With a smile, Vessel slowly turned his head to face you, a ghost of a smirk playing on his bloodied lips. Despite the agony etched into every line of his face, a glimmer of defiance shone in his eyes. "Hurt me?" You raised an eyebrow. "I'm hurting Sleep too. Every cut, every bruise, every tear - he’ll feel it too." Vessel's gaze drifted away, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I'm just the vessel, the conduit for his pain."

"Why would you do that to yourself? You love Sleep." you asked, confused as you lowered the cloth to look at him.

Vessel's expression softened, his eyes closing for a moment as he savored the memory of Sleep's every embrace. "Love... such a simple word for something so complex." He opened his eyes again, looking at you with a mix of longing and resignation. "Yes, I love Sleep," he paused, "...but sometimes, don't you think love demands sacrifice? Sleep gives me purpose and identity. How could I not return the favor, even if it means enduring this exquisite misery?" Vessel traced a finger along a fresh scar on his arm, his touch almost reverent. "Each wound brings us closer, bonds us tighter-"

“You’re being delusional.”  you cut him off as you stood up, your dress flowing along with the night wind, "Accept that you're a vessel of Sleep, and stop hurting yourself."

Vessel's gaze never left yours as he slowly rose to his feet. His voice was a low, pained whisper.

"Easy for you to say, isn't it? You're not the one bound to Sleep, drowning in its embrace every night."

"No... but I know what satisfies and angers Sleep and what you are doing is not one of your brightest ideas." You looked at him, seemingly pissed off. 

"Satisfies and angers?" Vessel repeated, his eyes narrowing. "You know nothing of Sleep's whims, guardian. It's a capricious master, and I am his faithful servant." He took a step closer to you, his exhaustion seeming to fuel a sudden surge of determination.

"A faithful servant who should listen."

He took another halting step forward, his body swaying slightly from weakness. "Listen? To who? You?" His voice carried a hint of desperate laughter. "You're just another guardian, another rulekeeper. What would you know about the sweet torture of existing purely for one purpose?" He scoffed. 

"Do not talk to me this way human, you do not know how Sleep is truly like." You frowned, "You've only been with Sleep for a few years in your life while I have gone through lifetimes with Sleep."

For a moment, all defiance seemed to drain from his face, replaced by something almost childlike. "How many lifetimes?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "How many sunrises and sunsets have you seen in his service? How many vessels..."

"Many. You are not the first and not the last." you said stepping closer to him, "So be a good vessel and stop hurting yourself by angering Sleep."  

His eyes flashed with anger again, the childlike curiosity vanishing like mist under the moonlight. "You sound so cold," he hissed. "Like Sleep himself. Always watching, always there but never truly present."

"I'm merely a guardian and a servant of Sleep." you replied, "I have been with Sleep for a long.... long time."

"How long?" He demanded, his voice rising. “Centuries? Millennia? You're ageless, aren't you? You've seen civilizations rise and fall, people live and die, all in Sleep's name." He stepped closer, his face contorted with anger.

"Everything is for Sleep." I replied calmly. 

"Is it, though?" Vessel's voice dropped to a bitter whisper. "Everything, for Sleep? What about the lives ruined? The dreams shattered? The nightmares that haunt?" He leaned in, his face inches from yours. "Tell me, guardian, when do you find time for living?"

"I live for Sleep.” You looked into his eyes. 

His eyes narrowed. But then, to your surprise, he let out a bitter, exhausted laugh, a staggering step back. "You really believe that, don't you?" He shook his head. "A loyal servant. No wonder Sleep keeps you around." You gave him a confused look. "You're a fool, you know that? A blind servant who's lost sight of everything but your duty." His voice grew softer, more pitying. "Tell me... when was the last time you rested? Truly slept, without being on guard?"

"Sleeping is unnecessary when you're always around Sleep."

He laughed again, this time without any humor. "You're ridiculous. You know that? You're the guardian of sleep, yet you never truly sleep. You're always on duty, always vigilant. Don't you ever get tired?" He paused, a thought occurring to him.

"Well, maybe if the world stopped spinning and everyone and everything stayed awake, then I wouldn't have a job anymore. But that's impossible." You chuckled dryly. "At least one creature is always asleep, whether a human or an insect. Everyone is with Sleep and will be with Sleep."

"That's the problem with you, guardian," he said, his voice soft but intense. “You can't see the beauty of those fleeting moments between wakefulness and slumber—the twilight hours, the soft whispers of dreams." He leaned against the wall, his weakness finally catching up with him.

"Join Sleep human, Sleep will heal you," you said as you caught him before he tumbled down onto the ground. He looked up at you, his eyes heavy-lidded and glassy. For a moment, he seemed to be on the verge of tears. "You don't understand, do you?" he whispered. "I'm tired of sleeping. I'm tired of dreaming." He sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "Every time I close my eyes, I'm forced to relive the same memories over and over again. The same nightmares, the same regrets, the same sense of failure."

“Nightmares and dreams are gifts from Sleep that should not be used for granted." You helped him sit down against the wall. His breath hitched, tears spilling down his cheeks for the first time. "Gifts?" He choked out the word, bitter laughter escaping between sobs. "What kind of cruel deity are you serving, that his gifts cause such pain?" He pressed the back of his head against the wall, looking exhausted to his core.

You then sat next to him, your eyes scanning his face, "I wish I was able to receive his gifts... you should be thankful, even if it is painful." He leaned against you, eyes red and exhausted. "Thankful?" His voice was barely above a whisper. "Sometimes I wish I could just... stop dreaming. Stop remembering." He paused, staring at the floor. "You know what it's like to be haunted by your own mind?"

"I do not have the chance to." you looked down at your hands, "Not all dreams are nightmares though, there are pleasant ones too."

"And what's the point of pleasant dreams?" He snapped, his eyes flicking back up to yours. "They only make waking life seem duller in comparison. They're a tease, a cruel reminder of what could be, but isn't."

"That's why dreams are dreams, they may not be real but…. you can make them real." You held his cheek with your hand as he leaned back down on your shoulders. “Sleep... and dream... be with Sleep." you whispered which made him calm down a lot.

As you hold his face in your hands and whisper those soothing words, Vessel's tense posture begins to relax. His breath slows, and his eyes, though still sad, lose some of their sharpness.

He leans into your touch, finding comfort in the warmth and gentleness of your hands. His eyes closed as he let out a shaky breath. For a moment, he allowed himself to relax, to trust in your words. As he drifted off to sleep, his face remained nestled in your hands, his expression peaceful for the first time in a while.

You smiled as he finally rested, putting your hand down and standing up. Vessel leaning against the wall asleep. You gave Vessel one last look before disappearing away into the night. As consciousness faded and Sleep claimed him, a small, wistful smile played on Vessel's lips. Even in his dreams, he couldn't escape the feeling of comfort of your gentle touch, the echo of your words. "Make them real..." he murmured, the words slipping from his mouth like a prayer.

AN: I'm not totally familiar with sleep token lore but I'm pretty sure I've gotten down the basics. I hope you enjoyed this, part 2 will be uploaded soon. Comment how you feel about this and what I can improve on. Tysm for reading this all the way, I will do my best to make better stories in the future. <33

edit: part 2 here