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trying-not-horny-on-main · 2 months ago
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Sleep Token Fic: Vessel x Mozart Ch 5 + 6 : Kissing and aftermath
Me explaining to my non-Sleep-Token-fan non-Mozart-fan friends about my latest fic/ship:
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WORK SUMMARY: AO3 Start of work Vessel needs to be forehead-kissed over and over and the greatest-composer-of-all-time, Mozart, might just be the man to do it.
CHAPTER 5 here Following the open mic with Mozart, Mozart and Vessel wait for the bus together. Or, as I like to think of it "they make out at a bus stop together"
***SAMPLE*** Taking a breath, Mozart giggled, “Leibling, you kiss like you’re going to consume me.”
“Yes,” Vessel responded, big hands pulled Mozart closer to him.
CHAPTER 6 here if you're looking for the aftermath of these two silly beans kissing. Following their kiss, Vessel and Mozart have to have a discussion. Or…not.
“Why does this work so well?” 1 of my 3 readers on this asked. I’ve thought about it a lot, here are my theories and what I’m considering as I’m writing. Also a good what-you're-getting-into if you want to give this ship a try, haha.
Both Mozart and Vessel (irl) have demonstrated deep personal relationships to music in almost alienatingly talented ways that would make them excellent matches for each other in that there’s less of a weird power-dynamic in their musical natures (you could argue one way or the other if you really wanted, probably, but let's not). They also ended up/are getting-their-dues and recognition in comparable life trajectories (thankfully Vessel isn’t likely to die of strep-infection damaging his kidneys at 35 yo. in the modern era). This sets them up to both be respectable jerks to each other and I LOVE jerks falling in love.
Both have a ton of fascination with death, grief, and love in their music. (Admittedly, Mozart was way more of a “stick it to the man”, please see Marriage of Figaro poking fun at the aristocracy, but hey we can’t all be Mozart-greatest-composer-who-ever-lived.) Still, one true thing is that Vessel and Mozart both feel love and pain with their whole ass selves and wouldn’t it be nice to imagine people finding their match, even if it does require ripping up the rules of life and death?
They are almost certainly both neurodivergent or experienced mental-health struggles in SOME way (and if not, well, I’m writing them as such, sorta). All in all, Mozart’s ‘loud weird’ goes great with Vessel’s ‘quiet, subtle weird’.
Everyone loves a size disparity.
Finally, you don’t have to feel bad about sexualizing Mozart because Mozart is, well, very VERY dead and aside from some classical musician historians I’m probably safe from people raging “hE waSn’T gAy”. My choice to write this in third-person-limited means occupying Vessel’s headspace in a way that doesn’t feel predatory or sexualizing (hopefully) while also allowing that horniness to sneak on through. Kinda best of both worlds from a literary perspective.
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trying-not-horny-on-main · 16 days ago
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basically me when writing my vessel + mozart fic and double checking when handshakes were invented, lmao
historical accuracy in fics is so funny to me. googling if they had grapefruit spoons in 1845 but also letting two men get married. fuck homophobia, tell me about cutlery.
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trying-not-horny-on-main · 2 months ago
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Mozart x Vessel Ch7 :  A Falsetto Out of You🌶️
WORK SUMMARY : Following Sleep’s wishes, Vessel must continue to flourish. The trouble is, who do you turn to when you’ve already poured your life into music? Well, fortunately, Sleep isn’t restricted to who is alive and who is dead. (AO3 link to the start here)
CHAPTER SUMMARY (Ao3 link): 🌶️
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Lifting his head up again, fingers still going, Vessel asked, “How would you like to finish, my love?”
“Oh,” he shuddered. “‘How’ is irrelevant,” Mozart moaned. Clenching as if he was trying to hold it back, he whimpered, “It is now.”
CHAPTER 7: A Falsetto Out of You
~~~“ An unmarried man, in my opinion, enjoys only half a life.” - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart~~~
One of the things that struck Vessel as his hand worked its way up Mozart’s thigh, doubling back so his palm could stroke up again, was how small Mozart was by comparison to himself. His hand looked positively enormous against the stark reality of Mozart’s skinny legs as he explored from knee to hip. When his left hand meandered up, trailing over Mozart’s belly, his ribs, and towards his chest, Vessel pressed a flat palm to Mozart briefly just to marvel at how wide his reach was against his frame. Small intensely strong hands gripped Vessel’s fingers where they pressed into Mozart’s body. Despite that size, there was nothing infantile or innocent about him; slight as he was, his masculine silhouette and bobbing Adam's apple cut hard against the soft backdrop of bedsheets. 
As Vessel reached up to push his fingers behind Mozart’s head, Mozart pressed several kisses along his wrist. Carefully, with one hand Vessel pulled Mozart’s hair free from its tie and with his other hand trailed his knuckles along the skin just above his pants. Sliding his fingers under the seam of his trousers, just enough so the first knuckle rested under the fabric, he moved so he and Mozart could be chest to chest, admiring the splay of blond hair on the bed as Mozart pulled it from behind his head.
Leaning up, Mozart’s eyes danced across Vessel’s face. He paused. Mozart waited, his big blue eyes almost defiantly refusing to be innocent despite their size, managing to be mischievous despite their size and open heartedness.
The empty space between that kiss was an undeniable promise of pleasure.
“What are you waiting for?” Vessel hovered. Their lips almost touched and he could have bridged the gap already so easily. His lips and tongue felt like they were buzzing with that need.
“It has been a very long time,” Mozart leaned into Vessel’s touch as he cradled the back of his head, “since I have been so enthralled. You make me feel…hopeful.”
Recoiling slightly, Vessel frowned. “Hopeful?”
Nodding, Mozart repeated, “Hopeful.”
Then Mozart kissed him, at first gentle, and then with the urgent brutality of someone who hadn’t been kissed properly for far too long. When Mozart wrapped his hands around Vessel’s head to pull him down, Vessel resisted briefly, nearly holding them both up, and then in his own right pushed against him.
Hungrily, Vessel lowered himself to Mozart’s ear, starting gentle and becoming increasingly fierce with his nips.
“Fingers, liebling, you were going to show off your fingers,” Mozart’s headstrong nature was ever eager to show through.
“So bossy,” Vessel quipped back sarcastically between lippy bites along Mozart’s jaw and then his throat.
“Yes. I am supposed to be your teacher, reincarnated as I am,” Mozart tittered.
In response, Vessel slid his hand further into Mozart’s pants. Finding him expectedly eager, he brushed just along the tip until Mozart bucked his hips, searching, reaching. Sitting back on his heels somewhat, he took the weight off his other arm so he could run it down Mozart’s front, navigating his chest and belly, watching goosebumps rise to the occasion.
“Teacher?”
“T-teacher,” Mozart repeated with a whimper that no longer sounded confident.
Tugging his pants down to get access, Vessel admired the flush developing on Mozart’s chest. Repeating the same tease he had moments before, Vessel moved his fingers, gently brushing.
With a sweet laugh, Mozart admonished, “Cruel, cruel boy.”
Still with the mindset of teasing, Vessel moved lower on the bed, rubbing circles over Mozart’s skin with one hand, slowly beginning to grasp with the other. As he moved, kissing anywhere that had preciously soft skin, Mozart made a higher pitched sound that seemed to surprise them both.
Somewhere along the way, the towel at his waist had fully dislodged and before it got in the way, Vessel tossed it aside with his wandering hand. Despite the obvious eagerness of his own cock, he ignored it, too dedicated to showing off what he could do to Mozart.
As his fingers wrapped around, Vessel crooned, “Better, my love?”
The guttural noises were more than sufficient of a response.
“Fuck, your moans are so beautiful,” Vessel moved over the length, adjusting pressure carefully.
Another moaning response yielded encouragement.
Wetting his lips, Vessel purred, “Let’s see if I can get a falsetto out of you.” Flushing, he felt a brief bit of embarrassment at the line.
“What?” Mozart half-laughed. He didn’t get more of a response out before Vessel sank his lips onto him, words caught up in a feverish inhalation. Moaning at an increasing volume, he gripped tightly at Vessel’s nearest forearm and hair.
The rhythm of hands and urgent touching faltered as focus drew to that sweet bobbing bliss. Releasing him, alternating to strokes and use of tongue, Vessel relished in Mozart’s quickening breathing.
Looking up, Vessel remarked that for the first time Mozart’s huge focused eyes were hazy. The change made Vessel’s breath catch.
“You’re coming undone for me,” Vessel observed.
Mouth slightly open, Mozart nodded. Then, he looked to the ceiling and let out a string of words in what must have been German. Eager to tease out more a response, Vessel sank his mouth back down. This time, the string of language that burst out must have surely been curse words, enthusiastic and bewildered.
“Am…I meant to finish in your mouth?” Mozart gasped, finding English once more.
Lifting his head up again, fingers still going, Vessel asked, “How would you like to finish, my love?”
“Oh,” he shuddered. “ ‘How’ is irrelevant,” Mozart moaned. Clenching as if he was trying to hold it back, he whimpered, “It is now.” Head back and gasping, he finished, hips thrusting into a careful palm.
Listening to the soft breaths as he came back down, Vessel kissed his thighs, moving to his hip bones, gently peppering sensation around. Still excited, his own heart felt achingly full. Savoring the moment, he waited for Mozart to come back to himself; eyes returning to their usual brightness, Mozart beamed down.
Reaching for a tissue, cleaning up, and then moving to hold each other, both seemed decidedly lost for words. Skin to skin, they lost themselves to touch.
Aligned, running his nose against Vessel’s face, Mozart whispered, “Leibling, for someone who hasn’t yet had their release, you are very very naked.”
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trying-not-horny-on-main · 2 months ago
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Mozart x Vessel Ch5
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SUMMARY : Following Sleep’s wishes, Vessel must continue to flourish. The trouble is, who do you turn to when you’ve already poured your life into music? Well, fortunately, Sleep isn’t restricted to who is alive and who is dead. (AO3 link to the start here, its all pretty self explanatory though if you wanna read smoochies)
CHAPTER SUMMARY: Following the open mic with Mozart, Mozart and Vessel wait for the bus together.
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Taking a breath, Mozart giggled, “Leibling, you kiss like you’re going to consume me.”
“Yes,” Vessel responded, big hands pulled Mozart closer to him.
CHAPTER 4: Post Performance (AO3 link to Ch 5 here)
~~~“Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.”― Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart~~~
“I’m going to take the bus,” Vessel nodded in the direction of the bus stop, its bench and signage.
He and ii said their goodbyes, and Mozart waited patiently. Finally having taken an emotional hit from performing live, Mozart finally seemed subdued.
As ii left, Vessel realized just how empty the street was save for him and Mozart. They walked quietly towards the bus stop, suddenly feeling extraordinarily far apart after Mozart had Vessel resting on him after being on stage. Exhausted, although fortunately feeling more in his body than he had right after the performance, Vessel felt himself unwind on the bench. At this point of his growing familiarity with his deceased tutor, Vessel was unsurprised that Mozart opted to pace around the bus stop reading the various signage.
Watching him, Vessel felt his eyes wandering. Features that he had judged harshly initially were becoming increasingly endearing; Mozart’s too large nose and his too small mouth were suddenly unique and attractive. For a man of his time, Mozart had a stronger jawline than what Vessel had seen in portraits and he wondered how much of his had been thanks to styles of art when the images had been painted. The slope of his eyebrows almost had a rhythm of their own as they reached towards his temple, and the way his eyes rested on the perfect foundation of his cheekbones.
“Were you ever intimate with anyone other than Constanze?” Vessel asked, suddenly.
“Yes.”
The silence came back in a tidal rush.
Mozart didn’t offer more information.
Vessel kept looking at him.
Of course, there was the sharpness of his shoulders tailored down to his waist, yielding an assertively masculine silhouette despite his size. Conflicting feelings of scooping up Mozart or being held by him flashed through Vessel like a summer flood.
This yearning would not be crushed so easily.
Courage , Vessel thought, courage .
“Were…you ever in love or intimate or… anything private with someone who wasn’t a woman?” Vessel heard his voice shake.
Eyeing him sideways, face close to a papered up sign that had been pasted nearby, Mozart smirked. “Not officially.” Then, he turned to fully look at Vessel and the full barrage of his attention was almost too much. “Have you?”
“Not officially.” Vessel stared straight forward. He slid the sunglasses on his face, desperate to hide. A futile hope that he wasn’t blushing rushed through him but his body seemed to have little interest in not betraying him. Armies of neurotransmitters dilated blood vessels in his cheeks and armadas of blood cells worked their way into his skin until a fierce blush worked across his face. His cheeks felt hot and as if he could feel his pulse on the surface of his skin.
Now it was Mozart’s turn to stare.
Carefully setting the violin case down, Mozart took a few steps to stand directly in front of Vessel. Mozart was so close that his knees bumped against Vessel’s shins; the touch of leg to leg made Vessel’s stomach clench and bit his lip. Mozart’s position now was undeniably forward and confrontational while leaving little room to misinterpret the kind of confrontation that Mozart had seemingly decided to engage Vessel in. There was nowhere to look but Mozart, filling his vision, filling his mind. Perhaps he should apologize, perhaps he should explain, perhaps he should ignore Mozart, perhaps he…
Fortunately for Vessel, Mozart had never been one for delayed gratification.
“Silly, beautiful boy.” Mozart leaned just enough so his face was at the same height as Vessel’s, admittedly not very far. “I’ll have you know that I do not typically kiss my students.”
Mozart lingered, giving Vessel a chance to stop him.
“I’ll have you know,” Vessel breathed, “I do not typically kiss men who died over two hundred years ago.”
It would be unclear to either man who officially started their first kiss because their hands both reached for each other nearly simultaneously. Mozart’s hands fisted in Vessel’s shirt and Vessel pulled Mozart towards him with a hand around his head and another at his back. In a whimper, Vessel remarked at the size difference between them and an urgent thrill rolled through him at the thought.
Taking a breath, Mozart giggled, “ Leibling , you kiss like you’re going to consume me.”
“Yes,” Vessel responded, big hands pulled Mozart closer to him.
As their mouths met again, he dipped his tongue into Mozart’s. When Mozart let out a surprised gasp but did not pull away, Vessel felt even more courage and let his hands drift down until he found Mozart’s hips and ass. Resisting the urge to overwhelm him, Vessel tried to stay his hands from adventuring up and beneath his clothes.
Emboldened and awakened, Mozart’s hands on Vessel’s chest splayed wide, stroking across his collarbone, wandering like errant scales.
Tugging him towards him, Vessel spread his legs so Mozart could stand between his knees, and scooted himself to the edge of the bus stop bench so their fronts could press into each other. The softest breath ground out of Mozart when Vessel pressed them against each other and felt the telltale grind of arousal.
The shame at seducing his teacher made Vessel even more aroused.
The guilt that he shouldn’t be enamored by Mozart but focused on Sleeps’ wishes made the desire engulf him even more.
The sweet forbidden man made his.
Kicking up one of his legs, Mozart leaned a knee on the bench, pressing ever more easily forward. His small frame was no longer enveloped by Vessel’s but equally piercing into the silhouette.
Breaking the kiss, Vessel moved to Mozart’s neck, surprised by the softness and reveling in the responses he got.
“You really are far too good with your mouth,” Mozart gasped.
“Just imagine what I could do with my fingers if we were in private,” Vessel replied, tongue swirling down the composer’s sweet, pale skin.
A string of German expressions rattled out of Mozart’s mouth. “Your fingers?” Mozart angled his head and imitated the movement down Vessel’s neck. “What do you want to do to me with your fingers?” The question sounded innocent but his blue eyes were mischievous.
In response, Vessel tugged on Mozart’s perfectly curled ponytail with one hand. His other slid onto Mozart’s eagerly propped up thigh, flattening his hand to run down the inner crease where his leg met his hip.
“A dead man will have never felt so good,” Vessel growled.
He was so close, fingers eager.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Mozart panted. “I need…a moment. I have a million thoughts and I might burst into flames if you keep going.”
Disappointed but understanding, Vessel’s hand retreated back to the relative safety of resting on Mozart’s firmly slender thigh. Gently, Vessel kissed Mozart’s neck and cheek. Wrapping his arms around, he held him in a vice grip as Mozart sagged into him.
Delicately, Mozart’s  foot dropped back to the ground.
Mozart hummed three notes before whispering, “Despite speaking four languages, I don’t think there are words for the way I feel.” He kissed his cheek. He hummed the three notes again, music forever the best way for him to communicate his sentiments.
“Don’t worry. I’ll find some words for you,” Vessel squeezed briefly tighter. Then, in response, he hummed back Mozart’s three notes and elaborated.
Chest to chest, they hummed a little round.
“That’s pretty,” Vessel noted, trying to think through the haze of emotions and arousal. He let out a small laugh at the absurdity and the relief in falling into someone’s arms.
Agreeing, Mozart hummed a little more. Parting his lips, the hum became a soft wordless little tune between them. Beneath the main melody lay boundless potential. Music rattled through their bones, it sang in their blood, and there was little to be done to resist it. There was more magic than sense in the air. Before either of them could stop themselves, bodies and minds in a beautiful abandon, they softly sang back the melody to each other.
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise when Mozart let out a sudden sputtering choking sound.
Vessel recoiled, scanning his face. “Are you alright?”
“Oh,” Mozart let out a cough. Clutching his chest, he frowned. “Oh dear.”
When Mozart coughed again, it was as though he was tugged away, slipping through Vessel’s fingers. As much as they both should have expected, Mozart disappeared back to the land of the dead.
~~~”You need the melody // I only need the silence” - Higher, Sleep Token ~~~
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trying-not-horny-on-main · 2 months ago
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Mozart x Vessel Ch8 :  Release🌶️🌶️🌶️
WORK SUMMARY : Following Sleep’s wishes, Vessel must continue to flourish. The trouble is, who do you turn to when you’ve already poured your life into music? Well, fortunately, Sleep isn’t restricted to who is alive and who is dead. (AO3 link to the start here)
CHAPTER SUMMARY (Ao3 link): Gentle dom/sub vibes. Some crying.
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“Are you going to be a good boy?”
Five foot nothing and Mozart had Vessel wrapped around his perfect, clever fingers.
“Yes,” Vessel choked.
“Wonderful,” Mozart pressed a kiss into Vessel’s forehead before his lips. “Now, my sweet…Tell me what you like.”
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trying-not-horny-on-main · 2 months ago
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Mozart x Vessel Ch 10 + 11
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WORK SUMMARY: Following Sleep’s wishes, Vessel must continue to flourish. The trouble is, who do you turn to when you’ve already poured your life into music? Well, fortunately, Sleep isn’t restricted to who is alive and who is dead. (AO3 link to the start here if you want)
Chapter 10 (Ao3): A dayful of music comes to an end. Fluff!
Sample: “It's ‘Hymne a l’amour’,” Mozart whispered, cutting himself off.
With a soft chuckle, Vessel smiled. “Romantic.”
Kissing him one last time before he continued the song to sing him to sleep, Mozart replied, “Yes, silly boy, I am very romantic.”
Chapter 11 (Ao3): Fluff! Vessel falls ill and Mozart forces him to take it seriously. Turns out, someone (Mozart) has trauma from dying. Fluff, caring for someone while sick.
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“Go! Lie! Down!” Mozart grabbed at Vessel’s sweater, his fists tugging angrily. “Oh, I will be so very very cross with you if you die. I will follow you around the afterlife and shit-talk you to every musician that I know until the very end of time.”
Vessel snorted at Mozart saying “shit talk.”
“Don’t laugh at me,” Mozart ground out. 
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trying-not-horny-on-main · 2 months ago
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You can't stop me from posting incessantly about my Mozart x Vessel fic. You can, however, give it a read and desperately help me find a name for it.
Tutor-to-friends-to-lovers? Check
Pining? Check
M/M with some ever so slight dom/sub vibes? You betcha.
Eventual smut? Of course.
Mozart-greatest-musician-that-ever-lived being the cutiest patootiest with Vessel? How could I not?
Vessel, Mozart, and ii sharing a collective 2 braincells and Vessel seems to never get a turn? Oh, absolutely.
I'm about 3/4 of the way through and at just shy of 20k words. There are fun Mozart research notes you can ignore with every chapter's end notes.
Comments from the strangers on ao3 who've read it include "Both these bitches would tho, incredible idea!" and
"Okay this is coming out more sweet and beautiful than it has any right to be. I don't know how you came up with this concept but I'm a little obsessed with it now" (And I seem to have someone urgently demanding more chapters, so honestly even if you don't read it, I'm running off with "fanfiction is amazing <3" in my heart)
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trying-not-horny-on-main · 2 months ago
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Vessel x Mozart Ch 9 : Please
WORK SUMMARY: AO3 Start of work Following Sleep’s wishes, Vessel must continue to flourish. The trouble is, who do you turn to when you’ve already poured your life into music? Well, fortunately, Sleep isn’t restricted to who is alive and who is dead.
Vessel needs to be forehead-kissed over and over and the greatest-composer-of-all-time, Mozart, might just be the man to do it.
CHAPTER 9 (Ao3 if you'd like): After their sexy interlude, Vessel plays the composition he wrote inspired by their kiss and the melodies they were humming at the time.
Tangled up together, unwound and undone, Vessel slowly came back to himself. As Mozart’s arms held him reassuringly, he felt good. It was a worrying sensation in itself but he tried to run with it.
“Not to…harshen the vibes,” Mozart started, “but have you been working on anything while I’ve been away?”
“Harsh.”
“Hmm?”
“It’s ‘harsh the vibes’,” Vessel explained.
“That’s what I said.”
“No, you…” Vessel shook his head and managed to relax even more into Mozart. “Yes, I made some good progress on something using the melody from the bus stop.”
Excitement radiated out of Mozart. “Really?” With a kiss to Vessel’s forehead, Mozart asked, “Can I hear it?” Excitedly, he peppered kisses everywhere he could reach.
It would have been unfathomable not to agree.
Both donned their underwear, although Mozart still had his open dress shirt on, and moved to the studio.
Spotting the notation, Mozart moved quickly towards the papers to look at it and Vessel slammed his hands onto the papers to cover them from the prying composer’s eyes. Given who Mozart was, even reading the music notation would have been enough to spoil the surprise of actually listening to the song for the first time.
Dramatically, Mozart’s face fell and he glared.
“Cheater,” Vessel worried his smile would be too toothy but he couldn’t help himself.
“Bah! Then get on with it.” Mozart was fidgeting, shuffling from foot to foot, starting to twist a little back and forth. The speed of his eye darts had increased. Mounting irritability in anticipation of music seemed to be a reliable trait.
Setting in, Vessel hesitated and then couldn’t resist. He played one of Mozart’s previous pieces that he knew off the top of his head. Barely two bars in, Mozart recognized it, gave Vessel a gentle playful shove with a laugh.
“ Liebling , please.”
  The ‘please’ from Mozart’s lips made Vessel feel warm and thrilled.
“Say it again,” Vessel turned to him.
“Please.”
“Mmm, once more,” Vessel reached for Mozart, tugging him closer by his open shirt.
Rolling his eyes, Mozart gripped the sides of Vessel’s face and stared intently into his eyes. “Please.”
“Okay,” Vessel leaned forward and kissed him softly.
Turning back to the piano, Vessel began. As with a lot of both Mozart and Vessel’s music, the start was strong, building to a point where a listener would think they practically couldn’t take it anymore, and then calmed as if for a breath. All throughout, the notes they’d hummed at the bench had been built in, deconstructed, and reworked into a journey. Then, the song built up again, mounting even higher than it had at the start, as though it could rewrite one’s nervous system, as though it could rewrite the rules of falling in love.
When it quieted to a finish, Vessel turned to see Mozart had become completely still, his eyes staring into the distance.
“That’s beautiful,” Mozart trailed his fingers up and down Vessel’s spine, his eyes still unfocused. Biting his lip, his mind seemed still stuck in the song. Somehow, lost in thought, Mozart’s eyes looked even bigger than usual.
“Care to give any feedback? Unless it’ll send you back across the crack to the land of the dead. I know “the dead can’t create” but can the dead provide constructive criticism?” 
Lifting a finger, Mozart signaled for Vessel to wait. After a beat of thinking about it, Mozart’s eyes refocused and he looked at Vessel with a grin. “Indeed, I have feedback. Although the writing and performance is exceptionally beautiful, there are a few parts that I think could be elevated even further.” He waved his hands for Vessel to move.
“Do you want the sheet music?” Vessel stood.
“No,” Mozart replied, shuffling awkwardly on the too-high piano seat.
Of course not.
As Mozart began, he played it back nearly exactly the same way, but with slight changes. Twice, he stopped and repeated a few notes, explaining his reasoning, toying with it. Despite only having heard the song once, he was able to play it back with a precision and grace that seemed almost impossible. Then again, it wouldn’t have been the first time that Mozart had heard music and been able to reproduce it effortlessly but it was still impressive all the same.
Discussing it, the two of them took turns iterating, executing. 
The day pushed on. Lost in each other and the music, so did they.
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trying-not-horny-on-main · 2 months ago
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Sleep Token Fic Masterlist
Hey, hi, hello. Please enjoy some options for my Sleep Token fics. Everything's "done" so you're safe kicking off into a series if you vibe!
They're all a little unhinged. The longer ones are sweet(er) and the one-offs are...not.
Vessel x Mozart - JUST TRUST ME OK!? - 28k words
Summary: Sleep revives Mozart to help Vessel. They fall adorably in love. I promise you don' t need to know anything about Mozart before. Although I have only had like 2 people finish this fic, I think it has received some of the highest praise of any fic I've written. I actually enjoy this one so much I might generalize it out of Sleep Token fandom to proper novelize it, maybe, because I'm kind of loving musical-tall-soft-boy-falls-for-undead-1700s-man too much to leave it just in this fandom? <3
HEAR. ME. OUT. Mozart was a loveable weirdo that died at 35 just ever so slightly pre-Bridgerton/regency era. And y'know what Mozart's Requiem SLAPS.
Tags : M|M, queer, size difference, fluff, some smut, soft mdom, mental health struggles, easy minimal fantasy elements, 3rd person perspective, softboy, happily ever after, features ii
Crawling Back to Me - 13k words
Summary: In order to sustain his power and connection to his god, Vessel must sacrifice someone's memory to be devoured by Sleep. You keep letting him offer you. Disclaimer: This one's dark, see AO3 details for Trigger Warnings!!!
HEAR. ME. OUT. Tentacle sex.
Tags: M4A, 2-person narrative, features ii, features iii, features iv, tentacles, tentacle smut, memory loss, trauma, dark romance, doomed lovers
One off: I can tell you apart without my hands - 1976 words
Summary: SMUT. 100% unhinged.
This fic does fine, you don't have to hear me out. Go read the vicious lost boys book series if you like this, you lil' freaks <3.
Tags: F/M/M/M/M, 2nd person insert, oral sex, rough sex, you're their plaything, blindfolds, binding, Vessel, ii, iii, iv.
One off: Drumsticks - 700 words
Summary: SMUT. After being a brat, ii sets about punishing you with a spare drumstick around. Vessel joins.
Tags: M/M/4A, 2nd person insert, oral sex, penetrative sex, brat taming, dom/sub, impact play, Vessel, ii, spitroast
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trying-not-horny-on-main · 2 months ago
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Sleep Token : Vessel x Mozart
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SUMMARY: Following Sleep’s wishes, Vessel must continue to flourish. The trouble is, who do you turn to when you’ve already poured your life into music? Well, fortunately, Sleep isn’t restricted to who is alive and who is dead.
CHAPTER 1: A New Tutor (AO3 here)
Despite being winter, the London air was not as cold as Vessel was hoping as he stepped outside.
Fumbling for the vape he’d borrowed off of one of his bandmates, he took a drag even though he’d promised himself that he’d stop for the sake of his voice and lungs. It was a party, though, and the stuffy indoor venue had chipped away at his self-resolve enough that he couldn’t resist. The air wasn’t cold enough for his breath to show but the smell of the vape wafted around him.
The wrap up party inside was still going in full swing and yet Vessel couldn’t let go of the thoughts of the future. Sleep had said He would help but so far there hadn’t been much sign of it. The creeping fear that his god would give up on him was unsettling.
One upside to the unseasonably warm weather was that he could take out his notebook and jot down ideas that he had. It was going to be difficult to top everything else that had happened so far but he couldn’t exactly stop. Despite always having ample emotions and ideas, he might as well have been experiencing metaphorical vertigo at the top of the world.
Leaning, Vessel let himself relax and mentally wander. After a few minutes, occasionally vaping and writing, he felt a productive streak coming on.
Until someone walked up alongside him.
They leaned against the stone wall very close, practically demanding an interaction.
Vessel felt annoyed at the interruption but quashed it.
Maybe someone had come to check on him.
The person’s height felt vaguely akin to ii and whoever it was seemed equally fidgety. When Vessel looked up from his notes, though, it wasn’t ii.
The man’s face was vaguely familiar but Vessel couldn’t place it. Silently, he scanned his slender arched brows, prominent but exhausting looking eyes, and large nose. Trying to scare off the rude thought about the man’s large nose, Vessel glanced away but not before remarking on the man’s small and quirked lips.
“Good evening, Vessel,” the man said with an accent, although his words were plenty clear.
“Appreciate you not calling me that in public, mate,” Vessel replied, half-stepping back.
With more space between them, Vessel still couldn’t place his face. He tried to figure out if he had met him before. Given how slight and small the man was, Vessel didn’t think he was a stagehand or crew member. His blond hair was long enough to be pulled back into a ponytail but that wasn’t entirely uncommon for the metal scene. No visible tattoos or piercings, though.
The man stared at him with a laser focus that felt like it would eat right into his soul. It wasn’t an unkind stare but it was extreme. It was a fixed stare that Vessel had been told he himself had, sometimes, and often tried to avoid making people uncomfortable with it. This man did not seem concerned with making Vessel uncomfortable.
“Have we met?” Vessel asked, shutting his notebook.
“No, I was sent here to be your tutor,” the man explained.
“Tutor?” Vessel balked. “Why do you think you could be my tutor? I’m…” He stopped, not wanting to be rude. He looked around and wondered if it was time he started having to hire private security. Speaking without thinking, he asked, “Tutor for what?” even though internally he was begging this man to go away.
“Composition and piano, I believe,” the man fidgeted, glancing at the windows of the pub. “Although I could teach you violin, if you feel inclined.” He practically cut himself off. “Do they have billiard pools in there, you think?”
“No, they don’t have pool tables,” Vessel responded. Having an idea, he offered, “Or, you can go check!” Although being a terrible liar, he hoped maybe that would make this intense little human wander off.
“While I still have time, I think I will. Ah! First,” he patted his pockets. “Next we meet, I’d love to see how you…” He searched for words. “I would love to see how you play this.” He pulled out folded up paper and unfolded it carefully.
With the paper thrust towards him so fervently, Vessel took it without thinking. The music notation was scrawled tightly together.
The PR and legal departments had coached him incessantly on this. “I can’t take this,” he declined, trying to make the man take it back. Then, his eyes caught and he couldn’t help thinking about the notes. “I… I know this.”
The short man was already moving towards the pub, light on his feet as he turned back. “I thought you might.”
“I know Mozart when I see it,” Vessel followed as he kept trying to offer the paper back.
A shock of laughter made the short man teeter, catching himself light on his feet.
Embarrassment washed over Vessel. “Why are you laughing at me?”
“You said you know Mozart! But apparently not!”
Still, Vessel remained confused, desperately wanting to bail out of the situation.
“Sleep sent me,” Mozart beamed, bowing slightly. “You wouldn’t be the first pupil to try to resist me, although you are the first I’ve had in a long time.” Nodding at the pages, he said, “Learn it. I’ll return when Sleep wills it.”
Gawking, stunned, Vessel watched as Mozart slid into the pub.
Realization dawned on him.
Mozart.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
Sleep had really outdone Himself this time.
Vessel pulled open the door and went to follow him in.
Unfortunately, he was already gone, leaving behind a shocked musician with handwritten pages from the long dead composer.
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Sleep Token Fic : Vessel x Mozart Ch 4
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WORK SUMMARY: AO3 Start of work : Following Sleep’s wishes, Vessel must continue to flourish. The trouble is, who do you turn to when you’ve already poured your life into music? Well, fortunately, Sleep isn’t restricted to who is alive and who is dead.
CHAPTER SUMMARY: AO3 chapter here : Mozart wants to see Vessel perform but with no scheduled performances coming up, the 17th century composer gets creative.
NOTES: Haha, I don't care if I have like 1 reader for this, I am really enjoying the hell out of Mozart being so extra that Vessel can't help but fall in love with him. Buncha goofballs.
First, we must have post-performance snuggles and then kissing soon.
CHAPTER 4:
~~~[Negatively] "To win applause one must write stuff so simple that a coachman might sing it." A letter from Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart to his father, Leopold~~~
After a week of daily visits of varying lengths, Mozart arrived and proclaimed, “I would like to see you perform!”
The trouble with his tutor visiting him from the dead, Mozart seemed to appear in the land of the living by stepping through any doorway, and not necessarily through the front door. Fortunately, Vessel wasn’t in an especially compromising position and merely scrambled to turn the music off his headphones before Mozart could realize that he’d been listening to his Piano Sonata 8 in A Minor.
“I don’t have any shows coming up,” Vessel countered. Part of him wanted to throw back those defensive walls that he had had when Mozart had first started to show up but another part of him wanted to fall into the musical revelry that Mozart offered.
“Explain, please,” Mozart blinked owlishly.
“Well, I hide my face when I perform, and that would be quite absurd to do out of place,” Vessel cringed, desperately hoping that Mozart wasn’t about to suggest something outlandish. “Even if people don’t recognize me, the songs are popular enough.”
Mozart walked over to the computer and poked at a window that had music notation up. “Show me this.” Vessel complied, bringing the window to the foreground. Muttering while scanning the sheet music, Mozart continued, “We will play something outside of your persona’s repertoire and wear unassuming attire.” Staring at the ceiling as if there were answers hiding there, Mozart amended, “Probably best if you don’t sing, that would give it away.”
“Where?”
“Yesterday, I asked ii to help me pick a place.” Mozart’s gaze wandered from the ceiling.
Traitor.
“I am taking you to an open microphone,” Mozart said. Vessel didn’t bother correcting him–he was an Eastern European from the late 1700s, he’d let him have “open microphone”.
“Sounds like you have this all figured out,” Vessel rubbed his hands on his thighs. “I assume you’re going to make me play one of your pieces, instead?”
While he was staring intently at the screen, Mozart was incredibly up close in Vessel’s space. Generally, Mozart seemed to understand he should respect other people’s personal bubble but over time had grown to invade more and more. There was something peculiar and thrilling about the shameless confident charge that he took, all the while being unreasonably polite. 
With a barking laugh, Mozart nudged him. “Don’t be silly, I’m going to play, too.”
The rest of the day, Mozart grilled Vessel on songs he knew that had accompanying parts. When asked if this counted as creation, Mozart waved a hand, “Interpretation, if the music already exists.” They ran through the music and it produced a coughing fit from Mozart but he did not immediately disappear.
Close enough.
~~~*~~~
“What's even worse than a flute? - Two flutes!”― Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
~~~*~~~
Arriving early, ii and Vessel had met across the street from the pub just in time for Mozart to manifest by stepping out of what should have been a locked boutique store. Although in more or less the same sorts of clothes as he always wore, that night Mozart manifested with curls in his ponytail and carrying a violin. Adding to that, he’d apparently decided to dress in a bright red cardigan that looked like it was built from material meant to be in a bullfight.
“See? Disguises!” Mozart snapped his black trifold earloop mask into place. “These are so much nicer than the silly blue ones you see people wearing sometimes.”
Nosey, ii had decided to join them so he could watch from the audience. He held Mozart’s violin case and handed Vessel a matching black mask. Where or how a dead man had acquired a violin was beyond Vessel’s energy level to process.
“Officially, they’re for preventing giving or getting illness, but I think I look rather mysterious,” Mozart admired his reflection in the boutique window’s reflection and adjusted the mask on his face over his large nose.
“Why do you need a mask?” ii asked Mozart.
“It is a disguise,” Mozart beamed.
“Do you think people are going to recognize you from old paintings?” ii blinked.
Unphased, Mozart shrugged. “If nothing else, we will match.”
Still not having put the mask on, Vessel stared between the other two. Standing beside them, he felt increasingly awkward as if he was towering over the two of them. Resisting the urge to bend down to hide at their height, Vessel turned the trifold mask over in his hands reluctantly.
“Go on,” Mozart encouraged him. 
“Mozart…”
“Yes, liebling ?”
“Mozart, people can still see my eyes.”
The ocean deep blue eyes that should have been lost to time stared up at him. The emotions rolled from concern to understanding and to personal pride. “Believe it or not, Sleep warned me about this. I came prepared.”
Smug bastard. Vessel couldn’t help the errant thought.
Fumbling in his jacket, Mozart presented a pair of extremely dark sunglasses with side shields. “See? I…” And then, fumbling with the frames, Mozart promptly dropped them, letting out a merry string of dated German curse words.
“Smooth,” Vessel snorted.
When Mozart picked the sunglasses up, he took a step forward. When he straightened he took another step and was suddenly standing extremely close to Vessel. Although he and Mozart had been hovering over each other during practices, composing, and assembling the music for the mini performance, Vessel was acutely aware of ii’s presence and noticed his friend take out his phone and turn away as if to give a mock sense of privacy.
“May I?” Mozart brushed the sunglasses off.
Speechless, Vessel nodded and crouched enough so Mozart could slide them onto his face. The way his fingers brushed on his cheeks and the tips of his ears made his skin flush and despite himself, Vessel was certain that he was blushing. Then, as Mozart’s fingers lingered on the sides of his face, he felt the intense studying of Mozart’s eyes roaming over his features; the sunglasses and respirator mask might be enough for a crowd but it did nothing to dissuade the rush of emotions he felt coming over him at this proximity from Mozart.
With a little chuckle, Mozart winked, “Perfect.”
The single word nearly made Vessel’s heart burst out of his chest.
~~~*~~~
When their turn came, Mozart sprang to the microphone eagerly while Vessel settled in behind the keyboard on stage. The mic stand was far too tall for him but rather than adjust it or pull the microphone from the stand, he tilted it over so he could hold the microphone by his face.
“Good evening,” Mozart bowed.
Vague murmurs from the crowd came in response.
Taking a breath to calm himself, Vessel repeated mentally, “They can’t see your face.”
“My friend and I have prepared something a little unexpected for you,” Mozart was beaming behind his mask. “It has been a very long time since I have performed in front of a live audience,” he chuckled, “and a while since my friend has performed in a setting like this but I felt it incredibly important.”
Settling the stand into place, Mozart picked up his violin. Glancing over at Vessel, even with the mask, it was obvious how overjoyed he was feeling.
With a wink, Mozart settled his bow onto the strings.
The music started strong, the melody building like a promise.
Vessel had been able to pick out pieces he’d been learning for a while that weren’t his own but Mozart had learned the songs literally overnight, swaying and falling into the music as if he’d known the part forever.
The crowd responded well, especially for an open mic night filled with other performers who were no doubt concerned with their own pieces.
When they finished, Vessel bowed his head, staring at the keys. The feeling in his chest was an overwhelming conflict of timidness and exhilaration. 
After a beat, Vessel was able to look up and see Mozart bowing on stage. With one foot in front of the other as he bowed, even his body’s posture looked like it was from another time. The growingly familiar slight frame and large head of Mozart made Vessel feel drawn to him evermore. Afraid, so very afraid, but drawn all the same.
Preparing for their second song, Mozart resumed his posture with the violin.
“Take off your mask!” A man called from the crowd.
Vessel flushed beneath his sunglasses and face mask.
“No! Thank you!” Mozart shouted, not bothering to move to the microphone. The crowd laughed with him; there was something incredibly charming about that forceful of a voice coming out of such a small body.
The second song was sad. It was grief, it was longing, it was a deep ripping part of the human condition that Vessel had always admired. Played alone, it had spoken to him, but with Mozart swaying and effortlessly making the violin cry, sing, and practically weep, it made Vessel start to cry. Shutting his eyes, he continued playing, the tears slipping under his face mask and pooling in the crevices of his face before continuing their journey down his neck. Trapped by the musical performance, he felt the notes driving a hole into his chest.
Twice, Mozart choked back coughs. Somehow, it only added to the song. Illness. Death. Grief. Loss. Mortality. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair at all.
When the song finished, the crowd was silent for a little too long. Then, a sob broke the reverie; applause followed.
Keeping his eyes closed, Vessel curled his toes, unsure how to navigate out of the feeling. Practically drowning in himself, he focused on breathing. His body felt like it was a million miles away and an all encompassing prison at the same time. His mind was the scattering of stardust and an urn full of ashes. He was lost and found all at once. He was hiding and vulnerable and visible.
“ Liebling ,” Mozart’s voice was in his ear. “Give me your hand.”
Opening his eyes, he saw Mozart’s big earnest eyes right by his face. He nodded gently, bringing him back to the real world. Taking his hand, he let Mozart lead him to the front of the stage. Mozart bowed enthusiastically, and Vessel imitated half heartedly.
Still clutching his hand, Mozart waved to the audience and led Vessel off stage while the next performer set themselves up.
Settling into the seats with ii towards the back, Vessel wiped away his tears, finally. Keeping the sunglasses on made it difficult to see inside the pub but he couldn’t fathom removing them.
“Intense,” ii told Mozart.
“Oh, my, dear god,” Mozart looked horrified between Vessel and ii. “Flutes.” Then he clapped a hand over his mouth and seemed to be biting back a laugh.
The next performance started and Vessel felt himself swaying in his seat.
What was wrong with him?
“Come here, darling,” Mozart tugged Vessel close, scooting his own chair so they were pressed against one another. He guided Vessel’s head to leaning onto his shoulder, surprisingly sturdy despite his petite frame.
He felt a bit better.
He shut his eyes.
Through his mask, Mozart whispered into his ear, “You give your all even when you don’t want to and hardly keep anything for yourself. Your vulnerability to your own emotions is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.” 
Unable to find words, Vessel took Mozart’s hand in his again, closed his eyes, and listened to the music.
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