when nick nelson transfers to a quiet english school, he meets charlie spring - pale, shy, and impossibly kind. nick thinks he's just fallen for another boy. he doesn't realise he's falling into a century-old secret. charlie's family don't eat. they don't age. and yet somehow, their house feels more alive than any place nick's ever known. from the rain-soaked classrooms of windsor to the candle-lit glasshouse at the edge of town, this is a love story about restraint, discovery, and the strange warmth that only arrives when you touch the cold. he's heartstopper soft. he's twilight haunted. together, they learn that you don't need a heartbeat to love. TRIGGER WARNINGS * emotional abuse (past, referenced) * mild violence & blood imagery (non-graphic) * body horror (transformation, sensory detail) * grief and loss * anxiety / panic depiction * self-control & restraint themes * queer identity stress / internalised fear (the tone stays tender and PG-13; focus is emotional, not gore.) --- hey lovelies ♡ this story re-imagines heartstopper through a twilight lens - keeping alice oseman's honesty and tenderness while exploring what immortality does to softness. read with the lights low, and your heart open. 🕯 - tommy h.

you didn't come here to fall in love. you came to write. to disappear for a while. but the cottage in the irish countryside came with mismatched mugs, creaky stairs, and niall horan-barefoot, quiet, and far too kind. what begins in silence slowly unfolds: warm tea, shared songs, rainwalks, and the kind of comfort you don't have to earn. no games. no performances. just presence. you recognise him. of course you do. he's part of your childhood. but he looks at you like you're something worth staying for. this isn't a love story that shouts. it hums. and maybe that's enough.

jamie vale comes home for the weekend. his sister's new boyfriend is harry styles. it's meant to be nothing-just a few days, a few too-long glances. but jamie's childhood crush never really left him. and when harry looks back across the dinner table, something shifts. this is not a love story. it's a story about aching. restraint. a kiss that ruins everything, and the silence that follows. in one version, jamie takes control. in another, he gives it up entirely. either way, both boys cross a line they can't uncross. and in the end-jamie chooses himself. --- 🔞 Mature Rating & Warnings: This story includes sexually explicit content, emotional betrayal, and themes of unspoken longing. Bonus chapters explore size kink, muscle worship, emotional dominance, and power exchange dynamics.