Softgothic Stories

A sharp-tongued transfer girl. A secret society of dream-powered boys. And a magic the world tried to erase. When Lunara Estelar awakens the forbidden art of Dream-Walk, she becomes the key to a war between dreams and reality-and the one person fate refuses to let sleep.

A fragment of absence Not an indelible mark A promise between two sisters To cross through loss under a new prism Facets that gleam and tint themselves with misted hues Theolene is singular, Meraude is light Beneath the bell of temporality No cries, no tears A fragment of farewell •» 🕰 «• TW: Grief, death mentioned, atypical perception of loss. (A poetic and introspective short story, with no graphic description.) 🕯️ This story is also available in French: Théolène et Méraude. cover image found on pinterest - Text written entirely by a human: me. 🏻 dear_lost.readers - 2025

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.