Touchstarved Stories

❓ What happens when the woman who forgets everything wakes up to a man who remembers too much? A dark romance set in Italy. I wake up in a hospital in Italy, surrounded by strangers speaking a language I don't understand. Fifteen minutes later, a terrifyingly beautiful man walks in, looks at me like his world is ending-and calls me his fiancée. To me, he's a stranger. To him, I'm his entire world. He's everything she should fear. Possessive. Powerful. Dangerous. She's everything he's already lost. Soft. Familiar. His weakness. As fragments of her past refuse to surface, his devotion only grows heavier. He knows her habits, her silences, the way she used to love him-and watching her look at him like a stranger hurts more than losing her once ever did. Now trapped between forgotten memories and undeniable chemistry, she must decide whether to trust the man her heart responds to... even when her mind doesn't. ✨ Tropes You'll Love: ✔ Amnesia Romance ✔ He Fell First / He Fell Harder ✔ Touch-Starved, Devoted ML ✔ Dark, Possessive Love ✔ Stranger-to-Lovers (Again) 🔥 A forgotten love. A man who refuses to let go. She doesn't remember choosing him. But he's already chosen her-every lifetime, every version, every time.

(COMPLETED) (crossposted from AO3) Tommyinnit doesn't know what touchstarved means, but he knows for sure thats not what he is. Spoilers, that's exactly what he is. - Tommy-Benchtrio-centric :)

𝐻𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡. #𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐌𝐌 𝐒𝐜𝐢-𝐟𝐢 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𓆩𓆗𓆪 Omkara Rathore doesn't touch. Not his students. Not his colleagues. Not even his own reflection if it gets too close. A medical science professor with a condition he never chose──his skin rejects contact, his body recoils from scents, and his heart has learned that feeling is a wound he cannot afford. So he stays cold. Stays distant. Stays safe. Until Yaksh Shergill walks into his life. A transfer student with a golden smile and eyes that see too much. Humble. Charming. Everyone's favorite. Omkara should hate him. Instead, for the first time in his life── A scent doesn't repulse him. A touch doesn't rebuke him. It pulls. And that terrifies him more than any disease ever could. But Yaksh isn't what he seems either. Behind that warm facade lives something petty. Something possessive. Something that has decided Omkara Rathore is his to follow. To provoke. To ruin. And when a body is found── When a murder cracks open secrets buried inside Omkara's own blood── They will have to trust each other to survive. But how do you trust someone whose very smell makes you lose control? 𓆩𓆗𓆪 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟? 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛.

"Zeph..." Seraphis whispers, squirming and trying to free himself from the other man's firm hold. "We shouldn't do this. I-it's impure...dirty." Zephiron chuckles, low and deep in his throat, lips hovering over Seraphis' "Then I'll lick you squeaky clean right back, my love," he whispers back, then plunges his tongue into Seraphis' mouth. Zephiron is the prince with a tainted soul, Seraphis is the temple's purest and most devoted disciple. When Zephiron is sent to the temple for two months, long enough for the 'darkness' inside him to quietly burn out and him to be 'restored', he never expects to fall for the temple's symbol of holiness. An accidental touch sparks a flame that neither of them expects to keep craving. Zephiron pulls and Seraphis pushes him away, but it's a game Zephiron is determined to win. When something ancient awakens, secrets buried in temple stones and palace walls are discovered, neither of them can outrun what comes next. Underneath the chaos, Seraphis must decide whether he'll remain the untouchable symbol of holiness he's been raised to be, or risk becoming the temple's greatest sacrilege ever known. ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ Update will be on weekends (2/3 chapters per week). Thank you for your support.

Dr. Ryland Grace never took risks, he quit his career in acidemia over a controversial paper he wrote and took a job as a middle school science teacher, and he never got into relationships because he was scared they would end. You were an astronaut; your life was a risk and every second of it was everything you ever could've wanted. On that front the two had nothing in common until Astrophage, the end of the world.

Aureila ruins everything she touches. Except.. Him? Aureila wakes up from the same nightmare every night: those hazel eyes, the scent of smoke, a man who tells her he'll find her in every lifetime. But it's just a dream.. or nightmare.. right?

In the drowning city of Vael, every life is a debt - and the sea is coming to collect. Magic costs years. The Reckoners read a soul's account with a touch; the Collectors come to take what's owed. A debt is the only truth that keeps, the empire says - while the water keeps rising, and no one dares ask why. Nera Vaida is the one soul the ledger cannot hold. Unwritten as a child, she owes nothing and can be collected by no one - until she stumbles onto the crime the empire buried: eleven thousand souls, murdered on paper by the order sworn to protect them. Corvane Ashe is the Collector sent to bury it deeper. He is not supposed to hesitate. He is certainly not supposed to help the one woman his power can't touch. Together they hold the proof that could bring the whole machine down - but someone unwrote Nera for a reason, and saved her for something. Is a life a debt to be paid - or a gift that was never owed?

He hadn't even known he was lonely until he met her. A quarter-elf. Naive. Gentle. A girl who changed his world without even trying. He had never wanted to keep anyone close, but for her... he would do anything. Even lay down his crown and hand his throne to another. The only question is: how can he make her stay? Or perhaps... he should be the one willing to follow her instead? His Treasure is a cozy fantasy novella about discovering the one thing he never realized he needed and finding the person who makes the world feel warm, whole, and worth returning to.

Being chosen for the Grand Ball of the Diana Invicta Military Academy in Aurisel was more than the forbidden dream of every eligible young woman in Velantria. It was more than being noticed or being chosen. It was the chance to step across a threshold from which no one ever returned unchanged. Throughout the entire month, every knock at the door from the delivery man stole the breath from the city's young women. They all waited for the same silver envelope, sealed with silver wax bearing the Academy's crest. The kind of invitation capable of rewriting the course of a life. The moment Vireya saw the letter resting in the delivery man's hands, her world tilted beneath her feet. Her pulse thundered so fiercely that she thought she might faint. She had dreamed of that moment for years-perhaps even more than she had dared to desire it. Yet nothing could have prepared her for what the Academy would demand in return. That invitation looked like a promise... perhaps it had always been a beautifully disguised sentence.

15 year old Jim lives in a farmhouse just outside of Riverside Iowa with his abusive stepfather Frank. 16 year old Spock moves in next door along with his parents. Frank hates Vulcans and Gays alike. And Spock is betrothed to T'Pring. His family expects them to bond, even though she can't stand him. Even with all of that, Jim and Spock fall for each other before discovering that they are T'hy'la.

Just read it. Ranks: 1 in #iwantlove 24 in #touchstarved

Ren Takahashi and Elias Whitmore could not have looked more different if they had tried. At eighteen years old, Ren Takahashi is loud, flashy, dramatic, and impossible to ignore. Originally from Japan, he arrives in England during his final year of school and immediately stands out. With his tanned skin, heavily layered bleached-blond hair, eyeliner, jewelry, and unapologetically bold gyaruo fashion, Ren has a talent for drawing attention wherever he goes. Most people assume he's confident. Most people are wrong. Beneath the jokes, flirting, and constant noise is someone terrified of being forgotten, ignored, or valued only for his appearance. Ren hides his insecurities behind oversized smiles and reckless decisions, throwing himself into friendships, parties, and chaos before he has the chance to think twice. He's emotional, impulsive, fiercely loyal, and often far more sensitive than he lets anyone see. Elias Whitmore is the exact opposite. Tall, pale, and intimidatingly quiet, Elias has spent years perfecting the art of keeping people at arm's length. At six foot two, with dark hair, black clothes, silver jewelry, and an unreadable expression most of the time, he has the unfortunate habit of looking angry even when he's completely relaxed. While most students spend their evenings hanging around town, Elias works part-time at a local alternative club as both a bartender and informal security staff member. Responsible, organised, and frustratingly calm under pressure, he carries himself with a confidence that comes from knowing exactly who he is-or at least appearing to. Where Ren fills every silence, Elias seems comfortable living inside them. Where Ren acts first and thinks later, Elias thinks so much he sometimes forgets to act at all. Neither of them expects to become important to the other. Unfortunately, life has other plans.

Every city has its secrets. Seoul's run through neon-lit nights and fleeting silence-where a doctor learns how to feel, and a woman learns how to be seen. Eun-sae Do prefers the background. As a night radio script assistant, she pens words for strangers but guards her own heart. Her late commute on Bus 273 is her ritual-quiet, predictable-until an off-duty doctor begins to appear: always in scrubs, always tired, always watching with a kind of patience that disarms her. Koo Jae-hwan doesn't believe in fate-but he believes in patterns. And something about her-her silences, her spark, the way she never looks away-keeps him coming back. What begins as glances across a bus aisle turns into something neither of them expected. Through nights blurred with exhaustion and hope, through missed connections and quiet confessions, they move from strangers to something much more. From convenience store laughter to whispered honesty behind closed hospital doors, Bus 273 is a slow-burn romance built on the in-between moments-where timing is everything, and love arrives exactly when it's needed. A story of longing, transformation, and tenderness that lingers-because sometimes, the ride changes everything. #TheBusRunsAllNight, #SoDoTheirHearts.

An LGBT short story about a boy feeling something he hadn't for a long time. Sparks starting to fly between two friends.

Feelings are complicated. Or atleast they are now. Charlotte thought that she had everything managed just fine. When it came to her career, home, and life everything seemed to spiral in and out of a daily routine. Nithing was changed and she preferred it that way. That was until she came home one day to find her husband with another woman on her couch. Her whole life- shattered, changed in an instant. After six months of fighting had her drained and tired and If it weren't having to deal with those feelings. she also has to deal with the new neighbor across the street and his grumpy mannerisms and the way he challenged her intelligence from the moment they met just because her dog got loose one time and had to be returned. It didn't help that his brown eyes seemed to follow her every time she stepped foot out of the house. Or the fact that even though she was supposed to be broken hearted over her divorce suddenly something in her wanted to challenge this man, something in her enjoyed riling him up and gave her a sense of purpose. Was it simply because she liked having someone around to push all her anger off on or was it for another reason?

"It comes back in flashes. Fear. Anger. But... like it happened to someone else." A certain resurfacing memory keeps Agent 47 up at night. Diana Burnwood tries to comfort him, not knowing what exactly he remembered.

He was made of shadows. She was never meant to land. When a wounded stranger falls into the life of the exiled son of death, their uneasy truce begins with silence, sharp glances, and unspoken secrets. But as danger closes in, what starts as reluctant alliance begins to unravel into something deeper-something neither of them is ready for. Wings of Shadow is a slow-burn fantasy romance about grief, magic, and finding warmth in the one place you were never supposed to belong.

In what's left of the world, silence is survival. And love? That's a death sentence. I broke the rule that kept me alive. I stepped outside for a book I left behind-one stupid mistake. My mother begged me not to go. I told her I'd be careful. I lied. Now I'm on the ground, surrounded by Them-the elite soldiers who track and erase anyone who resists. They wear black. They don't speak. They don't show mercy. But one of them steps forward. Cassian. Eyes like frozen oceans. A weapon with a heartbeat. The kind of beautiful that hurts to look at. He picks up my book. His fingers brush against my cheek, soft like he's never touched anything that wasn't meant to break. He should've killed me. But instead... he saw me. And now, I don't know what's more dangerous: the world outside, or the way he looks at me like I'm the only thing that could destroy him.

hero + ex villain = vigilantes | TWO POVs | Soren and Irene were heroes whom fought often with decisions or without a reason. They never agreed on one with, almost like a taboo. Sooner or later they did agree on something. Something unexpected was decided between the two and they couldn't do anything to change their fate that they chose. Irene and Soren was supposed to have a happy ending but will they still be able to change the fate knowing it all. ---- enemies to lovers some fantasy creatures: ghost and siren (MCs) (etc.) TWO POVs!! Cover is not my art nor mine in general. I found on Pinterest and it just matched my original characters/Ocs.