A Collection of Heartstopper Oneshots

He Comes to Me at Night - 7ate9

This is the first chapter of a short story 7ate9 wrote on AO3 and I thought it was cute.

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Summary:

Charlie is fine. Really, he is. He doesn't think about what happened that day, he doesn't think about what Ben did. He doesn't think about it. He just dreams about it.

One night, when the dreams are too intense, Charlie calls the only person who knows: Nick.
Notes:

This fic has a very different ending than I expected it to have but it's still good
Chapter 1

Chapter Text
"I know you like me."

Charlie couldn't find the source of Ben's voice. He couldn't find his way out. Where was the ceiling? Where was the floor? Where was he in the corridors?

"I know you want this."

The voice was coming from behind him, but when he spun around, Ben wasn't there.

Charlie was slammed into the wall, and then Ben was on top of him, everywhere, his thighs pressed against Charlie's, his hands twisted into his blazer, his lips on Charlie's, his tongue slithering into his mouth like a venomous snake, poised to attack.

"Don't," Charlie cried pitifully, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. He heard it echo through the corridor; maybe the sound was swallowed up by the silence outside of their quick breaths and frantic movements.They were both desperate in their movements, Ben desperate to get closer and Charlie desperate to get away.

Ben's thigh slotted between Charlie's pressing up against his crotch. Charlie felt like gagging.

"Please," he whispered. "Stop."

He wasn't sure when, but his clothes were gone, and he could feel Ben's hands against his bare chest like a third degree burn. Charlie screamed, but Ben swallowed the sound so no one heard anything.

"Charlie–"

It was Nick's voice now, his hands on Charlie's arms, his eyes kind as he pulled him from the wall. Ben was gone, but Charlie knew he'd be back.

"Nick," he breathed. Nick took his hand, led him away from that dark place. But there were hands on Charlie's shoulders, pulling him back, and Nick didn't even notice Charlie wasn't with him anymore, and Charlie could feel himself growing weaker, he could feel cuts opening on his hips, could feel blood dripping down his naked thighs, could feel Ben's cruel fingers tugging him back into the darkness. Nick turned to look behind him at Charlie, smiling like Charlie was right there with his hand in Nick's. He kept walking, like he was keeping Charlie safe.

"Nick," he tried to say, but he kept being pulled backward. He could hear Ben's panting breaths in his ears, could hear Nick's footsteps taking him away, could hear the tremble in his own voice.

"Nick," he tried again, tried to scream it, and he thought he'd made noise until a hand slipped over his mouth, tugging him back into Ben's naked chest–

Charlie woke with a mewling gasp, shaking and sweating all over. He cried into the night, scrambling out of his bed to the nearest light source. It took several tries before the room flooded with warm yellow light. He was in his bedroom, he was in his bedroom. Ben was gone.

Charlie stuffed a fist in his mouth, biting down hard to stifle the sobs. He was pathetic. It'd been a week since that afternoon, and Charlie still couldn't get through one night without waking up tangled in his sheets, sweating and shaking and sobbing.

Ben's touch was everywhere on him still, phantoms of fingers and palms and too tight embraces that held Charlie still. He tried to brush his hands over the memories, but he couldn't erase the shadows clinging to his skin. He couldn't get himself clean when he was dirtied to the core.