#gay sleep token

[perinfernum]

"Artist", Sleep Token fanfiction (iii x vessel)

What happens when III fails at the one thing he promised himself to finally do? And how does that connect to a new barista in town, Vessel?

TW. suicide, trauma, self harm, eating disorders There will be NSFW content.

FIrst chapter under the cut, on AO3 or Wattpad.

III looked in the mirror and smiled sadly. Blood was dripping down his arm, no piece of clear skin visible. He was tired. Exhausted. He had enough. Therapy wasn't working, and his parents kept on abusing them, emotionally. He lived away from home, which made him safe from physical anger. But it didn't mean that he was safe. His parents couldn't come to terms with the fact, that they no longer had a daughter, they had a son. And it didn't matter that III had all papers cleared, and was already on the testosterone. But it was because he was lonely, had no friends, and was manipulated by doctors, who only wanted money.

He was finally starting to live like he always wanted. Dyed hair, tattoos, piercings. But his parents were mad about that, and III couldn't convince himself to break the contact. His parents knew what they were doing. Always playing with his emotions, making III look like it was all his fault for breaking away from what was considered normal in a strict, catholic family.

And today was the day. The day, III finally had enough, and couldn't bare to live another day. His pets were away at the pet hotel, his long distance friend listed as an emergency contact, so III knew that they would be safe and well taken care of. A short letter was left for his friend. He felt guilty for running away from his problems, but he didn't have more strength to keep fighting.

With a calm mind, he put on a jacket, took away his favorite necklace, and hang it on the mirror. Closing the door behind him, he went outside.

He decided to enjoy the last moments, and took a longer way towards the train bridge. There it would look like an unfortunate accident. He passed by his work, a small recording studio, where he was helping small bands start their career and to remind them to keep having fun while working, as well as a bookstore, where he always went whenever he needed a distraction. Then he noticed that the usually abandoned place, was now well lit, a bright sign spelling "Music & Coffee" hung above the entrance.

After being hesitant for a second, he shrugged. Why not, after all, he had nothing left to loose. III decided to go inside.

He was greeted by an enormous amount of shelves filled with vinyl records, as well as normal CDs. He spotted also a few cassettes, which made him smile. Amongst the records and plants, there were tables, surrounded by dark green chairs and sofas. The whole place felt warm and calm, quiet rock music playing in the background. Behind the counter stood a tall male, around his age. His dark blonde hair was reaching his shoulders, messily half tied up into a bun. He was busy brewing a coffee, and III couldn't help but feel mesmerized by the confident, yet calm moves, as he did some magic in front of the coffee machine.

III thought that he was staring too much, and his thoughts where confirmed, when the barista lifted his gaze and smiled widely at him. His blue eyes were piercing through III's soul, and he felt his cheeks get red.

"Hi, how can I help you?" the other man asked, still smiling. He wiped his hands, and motioned to III to come over. III couldn't help but stare at the figure in front of him. He had broad shoulders, his black shirt perfectly hugging every muscle.

Vessel stood behind the counter, looking at the skinny red haired male. He felt his mouth start to cramp from keeping the wide smile, but the customer still didn't move. They were just staring at each other. Vessel took the chance to look at the companion in front of him. Without a doubt, the male was one of the hottest people Vessel ever saw. And damn, what would he do to take him out on a date.

He had hair dyed vibrant red, about the same length as himself. His face was decorated with multiple piercings. From what Vessel could see, he had three lip piercings, septum and an eyebrow piercing.

Finally the other male moved. He approached Vessel slowly and greeted him.

"Hi" Vessel heard and he was smitten. His voice was like a music to his ears, and he wanted the boy in front of him to never stop talking. But he didn't want to seem like a horny teenager, so instead he smiled once again.

"What would you like to drink?" he asked, and by the confused look on the other's face, he could tell that the other male had no idea.

"Why don't you sit down and I will make you something?" he suggested, motioning towards one of the tables. The red haired boy nodded and smiled politely with a quiet "Thanks". Vessel couldn't help but notice, that there was something very off with him.

III didn't really know why he agreed to stay. Perhaps it was the barista, but he convinced himself that it couldn't be. Nothing would mess up his plan. Not today.

Instead of sitting down, he opted to wandering around the place, and he noticed vinyls of a few bands that he helped record.

The barista came over to the table he was standing next to, setting down a tall mug, filled with coffee.

"I recorded them" III said before he could think, pointing towards one of the records.

The barista smiled.

"That's awesome, I really like their music" he said, and to that III only nodded.

"If you need anything, I'm gonna be over there" barista motioned towards the counter, and started walking back, stopping a few steps away from III.

"Oh, and by the way, my name's Vessel, I'm new to town. Nice to meet you...?"

"Ari. But most people call me III" he said to Vessel.

"Ari" Vessel smiled "Suits you"

And with that he went back to his work. III sat down, and allowed himself to get lost in the warm vibe of the shop, focusing himself on the music.

When he finally snapped back to the reality, a plate with a simple sandwich was laying in front of him, and Vessel was wiping down the tables. He looked outside and jumped out of his chair swearing loudly. Vessel looked over to him with a question in his gaze, but III ignored him.

He ran out of the shop, tears falling down his face, as he directed himself towards the train station.

Vessel watched in shock as the male sprinted out, knocking over the chair in the process. The rest of his coffee fell down, glass shattering and liquid spilling. He frowned, feeling somewhat hurt by Ari's actions, but the red haired boy was too far gone to notice.

[theclockworkjudas]

PLEASE I NEED GAY SLEEP TOKEN CONTENT TO SHOW MY GF BECAUSE SHE DIDNT KNOW HOW THEY ACT ON STAGE

[artzy-ghoul]

Calling all Sleep Token fans!

[elkkiel]

that is his wife!! alexa play the summoning

[dimitrescula]

the fact that ii is holding his face is so ughh

[vix2section]

he's like everything in a metal band guy crush i would've had in the 2000s but better. he's my 6'5" wife he's so hot i want to clean his bathroom i want him to chase me around foggy woods at 3am during october etc etc

x / x

[bloodredhands]

ft. @midnightmagicks

[veilofsam]

cr.

[cinnamo6]

NEW ESPERA FIT!!

by tkg3778 from the ST Discord

[wild-moss-art]

Through a fractured existence, won’t you fall for me?

[awingedinsect]

What’s wrong, honey? You’ve barely touched your gay shit.

[juicedbox1]

he has snuggled them all

[light-my-lovex]

cue hypnosis by sleep token

[elkkiel]

I am absolutely in love with vessel and II* and III and IV, not in a romantic way. Just utterly enamoured by their talent, the genuine love for each other, and how they openly demonstrate healthy expressions of masculinity as men in the modern metal scene. They're the kind of men I would feel safe and comfortable being alone with; just very good vibes all around, especially in a space that can be really hostile to queer folk, bipoc, and women

[littlemissemeritus]

man i love vessel,, i wish gay people were real,,

[moonlightandmarble]

I'm just imagining Vessel hyperventilating into a pillow while the band group chat notifications explode in the background.

Seriously though that's such high praise and it's what they deserve!