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Osemanverse advent calendar 2025 - day 22: favorite fic/author: Key To My Heart by AO3 user KitSaidOui
So I might be biased because I'm Nordic and used to have a hyperfixation on vikings when I was like 10, sue me.
Anyway: I read this fic a couple years ago, and it has been my favorite Heartstopper fic ever since. Apparently, the author deleted it for a while because of desires to rewrite it, but ended up reuploading it because so many people loved it (rightfully so).
The frame narrative is about Charlie as an archeologist examining the grave of two male skeletons from around the 10th century, whom all other historians insist must have been anything but a couple. But Charlie disagrees and comes up with a whole story about how they could have been lovers, even in Medieval England.
In his story, he imagines himself as an Anglo-Saxon monk and Nick as a viking who originally came to Charlie's monastery to raid it, but over the story, they fall in love. Both deal with cultural, religious, and internalized homophobia, but decide that their love for each other outweighs Christian purity culture and viking toxic masculinity.
I love historical AU's, because they teach you history while also being entertaining. This story in particular addresses both the heteronormativity in some historian circles and the medieval bigotry that many people today seem to ignore and/or romanticize. The way this story managed to mix historical values and culture with the very 21st century Heartstopper is incredible, and though the story has its dark elements (e.g. period typical violence and discrimination), it also has many wholesome moments.
The fic is rated M, but as the author notes, does border on an E-rating sometimes (imo the reason it gets away with an M-rating is because the explicit stuff is wrapped up in historical euphemisms :p ) and, like I said, it does get rather dark and violent sometimes, so it's not for everyone. But I loved it.
Osemanverse advent calendar 2025 - day 21: favorite art/artist: @kindaorangey
Ok so this was super difficult to narrow down, since there are so many great artists on this site alone, let alone in the entire osemanverse fandom
That being said, recent IWBFT art drawn by kindaorangey does have a soft spot in my heart rn. They're arguably one of the more well known IWBFT artists on this site atm, and rightfully so. They not only have a beautiful art style, they also come up with a lot of creative concepts and funny comics. I doubt anyone reading this will NOT know of them, but in case you don't: check them out, you will not be disappointed!
Osemanverse advent calendar 2025 - day 21: favorite piece of media: This Winter
Throughout this month, I have expressed my love for the Spring siblings multiple times, so it probably doesn't come as much of a surprise that my favorite Oseman book is the one centering all three of them.
Yes, it is very sad in many ways, but the wholesome relationship between the siblings outweighs that imo. I really appreciate that it ends with Oliver's POV, because while the first two chapters have been narrated by people who not only understand but are directly affected by mental health, it's very refreshing to hear the voice of an innocent child who just wants joy.
I'm glad the events were included in the Heartstopper tv show, but I don't think the show did the book justice. Oliver didn't have nearly enough screentime (I am going to write a fic from show!Oliver's POV this Christmas, that is a threat), and most of the discussions about mental health were shortened and toned down a lot, causing a lot of show only fans to think Charlie was overreacting, which he absolutely wasn't.
... that was too much negativity for what was supposed to be a positive post, sorry about that. To make up for it, I am going to praise the illustrations and the wish lists this book includes. The mischievous face Oliver makes while waking up Tori. Charlie cuddling Henry. Them all playing Mario Kart in the end. Nick and Charlie having normal looking wish lists, but Tori's including "a soul" (which thankfully was kept in the show!). Oliver's being written as an actual letter to Santa, because he still believes in him. It's just really cute.
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Osemanverse advent calendar 2025 - day 20: favorite friend group: Loveless Gang
I have no idea if their friend group have an official name, but I love these five theatre kids, and what better picture to attach to this post than this lovely seasonal appropriate drawing!
Osemanverse advent calendar 2025 - day 19: Character Who Inspires You: Charlie Spring
I, too, have struggled a lot with my mental health, and still do often today. But Charlie gives me hope that things can get better. While neither my trauma nor my reactions have been that similar to Charlie's, his journey is still inspiring to read about.
Character you relate to: Georgia Warr from Loveless
When I first read Loveless, it felt like every other page I was going, "That's ME!!" Georgia is me. I am her. We are one. Loveless made me feel so seen in a way that no other book has. It was honestly very difficult to narrow down just a few relatable quotes and not just copy entire pages at a time.
Osemanverse advent calendar 2025 - day 18: Character You Relate To: Tori Spring
Addiction to my laptop, deep love for my siblings, aversion to socialization and crowds, often a beverage in hand, magical ability to appear out of nowhere... yeah, Tori is very similar to how I was like as a teenager, and still am in many ways tbh. I do generally like people though, I'm just not very good at them. That's our main difference, probably.
Osemanverse advent calendar 2025 - day 17: Underrated Pairing: Jane/Julio
I'm one day late for this, which is mostly because I couldn't decide on a pairing, because there are so many good ones! But since reading the Jane & Julio backstory, I've found a new appreciation for them as a couple. I wish the Heartstopper comic and/or tv show would go more in depth with their relationship, because it's actually super cute once you know their background!
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I have seen a lot of appreciation for her on Tumblr, but on pretty much any other platform, she is getting way too much hate :(
People are saying she is too cynical about the main couples in volume 6, or that she was not patient enough with Imogen in season 3, both of which I really don't agree with. Unlike readers, she doesn't have the hindsight to know that Narlie is endgame, and so far (December 2025), not even we know if Taoelle is endgame or not! And I love Imogen, I really do, but she was being a bad friend to Sahar, and even admitted that herself. Sahar has all the rights to be upset at her, and she did forgive her eventually.
Sahar is extremely wise for her age, which is not explored enough in canon or in the fandom. She knows exactly who she is and what she wants, and though she knows that's not the case for everyone, she does not accept when people lie about themselves or when they repress negativity. This mindset can seem harsh at first glance, but sometimes this reality check is just what we need.
I myself can be a bit of a people pleaser at times, which can be draining af and sometimes more harmful than actually pleasant (for anyone, even the people you are trying to please). Sahar is the exact opposite, and I really admire her for that.
Osemanverse advent calendar 2025 - day 15: A Book That You Want More Content From: Loveless
We really don't have enough minicomics or spinoff stories about this book, and that is a crime. There are so many things Alice could write about!
Does Georgia's cousin ever come out to the family? How did Sunil and Jess meet? How many houseplants will Pip and Rooney have in their future house/flat? So many untold stories
A/N: A couple months ago, I finished my regency AU A Queer Feeling, which still feels very weird and surreal (what do you MEAN I wrote a novel-length thing? And actually FINISHED it??), but I'm also so so proud of it. Here is a missing moment that I had initially brainstormed for the end of chapter 8, but decided not to include because it wasn't going anywhere and it slowed down the pace. The chapter ends with Charlie on his way to visit Nick, and the next chapter picks up about a week later, so we never see that visit. Until now! If you want a “previously on,” go read chapter 8 of A Queer Feeling (it's fairly short), but this can be read as a standalone. It doesn't contain any major spoilers for A Queer Feeling (except for the fact that Nick and Charlie kiss—who could have guessed!).
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“In the spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.” - Alfred Lord Tennyson
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June, 1820
“Apologies for my tardiness, Mama,” Mr. Nicholas Nelson apologized as he took his seat at the breakfast table.
Lady Sarah was already nearly finished with her breakfast. “It is quite all right,” she said. “Are you recovered after Mr. Greene’s ball? You were not out so very late, yet you retired to bed almost as soon as you walked in the door.”
“I just did not sleep well last night,” Mr. Nelson said, reaching for his tea so as to avoid his mother’s discerning eye.
Mr. Nelson had in fact not slept a wink last night, despite his early departure from the party. When he reflected on the events which had prompted his premature exit, Mr. Nelson felt a renewed rush of all the emotions which had seized him since last night. He took an unsteady sip of his tea.
“Did you see Mr. Spring there?”
Mr. Nelson nearly choked on his tea. “What?”
“Mr. Spring,” Lady Sarah repeated, looking rather concerned at her son. “You had said you hoped to see him at the ball. Did you?”
“Oh. Uh. Yes. Mr. Spring was in attendance.” Mr. Nelson shoved a bite of food into his mouth to avoid a lengthier answer.
“Oh, I am glad. You know I am quite fond of him. He is such a congenial gentleman. You must invite him to dinner soon.”
Mr. Nelson swallowed. “I expect he may call on us this afternoon.”
“Splendid! Although, I am to look in on Mrs. Verma this afternoon. If I should happen to miss him, please relay my regards.”
“Mm,” Mr. Nelson nodded absently, only partially paying attention. His thoughts were occupied by recollections of all that had occurred since a most momentous evening.
Last night at the ball, Mr. Spring and Mr. Nelson had greeted each other with their usual eagerness, and spent most of the time when they were not obliged to dance engaged in their usual easy banter. But at some point, the undercurrent of their conversation had shifted to that of such charged intensity as had only manifested briefly on occasions before, and always with interruption. The moment had not passed as others before, and when Mr. Nelson suggested they get some air, Mr. Spring readily accepted. They had escaped the party into an empty room so that they might enjoy one another’s company unimpeded by the demands of social convention.
‘Enjoy’ did not adequately convey the elation which Mr. Nelson felt in receiving Mr. Spring’s generous attention. From the moment Mr. Nelson first felt Mr. Spring’s hand reach for his own, Mr. Nelson’s heart had been overtaken with a feverish fluttering which accelerated at intervals when Mr. Spring asked if he wanted to kiss him, when Mr. Spring leaned forward, when Mr. Spring’s lips met his own—
“Nicky, are you all right?” Lady Sarah asked. “You look flushed and agitated.”
“I am well,” Mr. Nelson answered hastily, setting down his teacup. “I...I have just been for an early morning walk to...clear my head,” he explained truthfully.
Lady Sarah furrowed her brow. “It has been raining all the time that I have been up. Did you get caught in it?”
“I did. Hence the reason for my delay.”
Mr. Nelson had gotten caught in the rain—on his way to the Spring estate in the very early hours of the morning, after hours of berating himself for making the most unforgivably idiotic decision to run away from Mr. Spring immediately after kissing him. Sleep had been out of the question after the ordeal of last night, Mr. Nelson being unable to think of anything but Mr. Spring and their kiss and his feelings and what they meant. Finally, he had decided that he must see Mr. Spring at once, and left before dawn.
The visit had gone better than Mr. Nelson could have hoped: after a few initial stumbles, the pair found their footing and reached an understanding that their feelings were mutual. Mr. Nelson had left the Spring estate with an ease he had not felt in he knew not how long, bolstered by Mr. Spring’s encouragement and request to see him again that afternoon. And their goodbye kisses likewise did quite a bit to lift Mr. Nelson’s spirits.
Mr. Nelson was grateful that the breakfast room did not have a view of the drive, so that his mother would not have seen Mr. Spring’s carriage dropping him off—a courtesy which Mr. Spring had insisted upon when he learned that Mr. Nelson had made the journey on foot.
“Are you not hungry?” Lady Sarah asked, noticing her son’s distraction.
“Not particularly,” Mr. Nelson answered, attempting to sound nonchalant. He had already breakfasted with Mr. Spring not an hour ago.
“It is very unlike you. Are you sure you are quite well?” Lady Sarah asked again, reaching for her son.
Mr. Nelson leaned away. “I assure you, I am,” he insisted. “The ball was just…spirited.”
“Very well. But if you have not returned to your old self by tomorrow, I shall have a doctor see you.”
Mr. Nelson sighed. He had undergone such a transformation as to make returning to his old self quite impossible. Even if he could, he was not certain that he would wish it after all that had happened.
He made an effort to eat more of his breakfast so as to put his mother at ease, as well as to avoid more of her questions. He felt sure she could get the truth out of him sooner or later, and he would rather more time to compose his answers, which he was only just beginning to realize himself.
He waited until his mother excused herself from the table before retiring to his room for a nap. He felt sure he would receive chastisement from her and Mr. Spring both if he did not appear rested.
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That afternoon, Mr. Spring sat on the sofa in the Nelsons’ drawing room, fidgeting with a button on his tailcoat while he waited for his host to receive him. He could not determine precisely why he was nervous. He had been a guest of the Nelsons before, and the hospitality extended to him by both Mr. Nelson and Lady Sarah had made him feel almost like family rather than a recent acquaintance.
Mr. Spring thought that perhaps it was the circumstances of this visit which discomposed him. Though it was by all appearances an ordinary social call, the events which had precipitated it and Mr. Spring’s own motives for soliciting such a visit were anything but ordinary.
Just that morning, Mr. Spring had been awoken to the news of Mr. Nelson’s arrival, only to find him wet and weeping in the drawing room. After some crying and much confusion, Mr. Nelson had confessed to the most tender of feelings for Mr. Spring. And he had kissed him. Mr. Spring thrilled at the memory that Mr. Nelson had really, truly, deliberately kissed him.
So surely this could not be merely an ordinary social call after everything that had happened between them. But it must appear to be, for the sake of propriety, and so as not to overwhelm Mr. Nelson’s newly-discovered feelings. Mr. Spring wanted to ensure that Mr. Nelson was well—surely that was a perfectly acceptable reason for calling on him.
The drawing room door opened and Mr. Spring rose from the sofa. In stepped Mr. Nelson, smiling with such radiance that Mr. Spring could not help but return it.
Mr. Nelson closed the door behind him and slowly crossed the room to Mr. Spring, as if he, too, was unsure of how they should proceed after such an eventful morning. He stopped in front of Mr. Spring. “Hello,” he said with a hint of shyness.
“Hello,” Mr. Spring returned with a reassuring grin. “You are looking better.”
“I am feeling better, thanks to you.”
“I am glad I could be of service.”
“Thank you again,” Mr. Nelson said softly in such an earnest tone that left no room to question if it were merely overpoliteness which motivated the remark. He held Mr. Spring’s gaze for a moment before gesturing behind them. “Do sit down.”
Mr. Spring sat back on the sofa, and was pleased that Mr. Nelson did not hesitate to sit quite close beside him.
“I am very glad you are here, Charlie,” Mr. Nelson said with obvious sincerity. Then an apprehensive expression crossed his face as he realized his slip. “May I call you Charlie? I never did ask.”
Mr. Spring grinned. “Since you insist I call you Nick, it would be very strange if you continued to call me ‘Mr. Spring’. Please call me Charlie—at least when we are not in company.”
“Well, in any case, Charlie…” Mr. Nelson beamed, relishing in the privilege of finally being permitted this intimacy. “I missed you.”
“Did I not see you a mere four hours ago?”
“It seems much longer than that,” Mr. Nelson admitted, a slight blush blooming across his cheeks.
“I missed you, too,” Mr. Spring assured him.
Mr. Nelson smiled wider before asking, “Would you like some tea?”
Mr. Nelson hoped Mr. Spring could presume what the invitation meant: that he wished for more than a polite social call, that he hoped Mr. Spring wanted to stay as much as he wanted to have him.
Mr. Spring replied, “I would, thank you.”
Mr. Nelson got up and rang the bell. When it was answered promptly by the housekeeper, Mr. Nelson ordered tea and toast, as he knew Mr. Spring preferred it, before returning to his spot on the sofa.
“Will your mother be joining us?” Mr. Spring asked. As much as he enjoyed Lady Sarah’s company, Mr. Spring needed to know how much privacy he and Mr. Nelson were currently afforded, and if they were at any risk of being walked in on.
“No, she is out paying social calls,” Mr. Nelson answered. “She will be sorry to have missed you.”
“You may tell her the same from me on her return.”
“She is very fond of you, you know. She asked me if I would invite you to dinner—well, insisted, more like.”
“Are you not yet tired of me?” Mr. Spring teased.
“No,” Mr. Nelson answered earnestly, and Mr. Spring worried that he saw through the show of humor which concealed his diffidence. “No, I could never tire of you. I like being with you.” Mr. Nelson nudged Mr. Spring’s knee with his own.
There was a knock on the door and Mr. Nelson straightened up. “Come in,” he called.
The housekeeper entered with a tray of tea and toast, which she set on the table before the gentlemen.
“We shall serve ourselves,” Mr. Nelson told her before she could begin to pour. “Thank you, that will be all.”
“Very good, sir,” she said, before exiting the room and closing the door behind her.
Mr. Nelson poured Mr. Spring’s tea and then his own, adding milk, no sugar, as was Mr. Spring’s preference. He handed the saucer to Mr. Spring, who took it smilingly.
“You remember how I take my tea?” Mr. Spring observed, endeared.
“You have had tea with me enough times before,” Mr. Nelson replied nonchalantly. “You always take it the same.”
“I do,” Mr. Spring said, taking a sip. “It is very good.”
They enjoyed their tea and toast in companionable quiet, a common pleasure which Mr. Spring often had difficulty partaking in, especially in company he had known for so short a time as he had known Mr. Nelson. But he found an ease with Mr. Nelson which he experienced with few others that allowed him to feel more relaxed and more himself.
When he had had his fill, Mr. Spring set down his cup.
“I brought something for you,” he told Mr. Nelson, who likewise put down his cup in anticipation.
“Oh? You did not have to get me something.”
“This is only a loan,” Mr. Spring qualified. “I want this back once you are finished.” He reached into his breast pocket, pulled out a book, and handed it to Mr. Nelson.
Mr. Nelson read the title: Poems on Various Occasions. Some of the pages were dog-eared and, as he flipped through, he noticed quite a lot of annotations in Mr. Spring’s hand. Clearly, this book was well-loved.
“It is a collection of Lord Byron’s poems,” Mr. Spring explained. “It is a particular favorite of mine. I thought you may find some of it…enlightening.”
Mr. Nelson looked back to Mr. Spring with a smitten smile on his face. “Thank you,” he said, though it seemed an insufficient expression of gratitude. He knew Mr. Spring’s books were precious to him, and he was always so thoughtful and considerate. Since the events of last night, they had breached a new intimacy in their relationship, and Mr. Nelson had acted on feelings in ways he had not dared to before. It was a terrifying experience, but one which Mr. Nelson could not deny thrilled him.
He carefully closed the book and placed it on the table before turning back to Mr. Spring. He crept his hand closer to Mr. Spring’s until their fingers touched. “I…would…very much like to kiss you again.”
Mr. Spring smiled. “As would I.” He intertwined his fingers with Mr. Nelson’s and slowly leaned in as not to startle him. Mr. Spring paused, waiting for Mr. Nelson to close the small space between them, and, with more confidence than he had last night, he did.
The kiss was small and slow, though no less exciting than the ones which had preceded it. The first was quickly followed by more, still new and thrilling, though founded on a stable conviction that it felt right.
They paused for a moment, still so close that they could feel one another’s breath, wanting to linger in the moment before it was over.
The sound of footsteps made Mr. Nelson jolt upright, cutting off that feeling of comfort he found with Mr. Spring. Mr. Nelson heard Lady Sarah’s muffled voice and looked to the door, relieved when he found it securely closed. Mr. Spring, though startled, understood that feeling and gave Mr. Nelson a look of reassurance.
“Sorry,” Mr. Nelson muttered. “My mother is home sooner than I expected.”
Mr. Spring nudged Mr. Nelson’s knee. “Then ought we to say hello?” he suggested with a smile.
Mr. Nelson nodded and took a breath, drawing confidence from Mr. Spring’s composure. “Very well,” he said, rising to his feet and Mr. Spring followed him to the door.
The gentlemen met Lady Sarah in the hall just as she was putting down her things and removing her bonnet. “Oh, Mr. Spring!” she greeted warmly. “I am so pleased to see you again!”
“Likewise, Lady Sarah,” Mr. Spring replied with equal enthusiasm.
Lady Sarah asked after Mr. Spring’s health and his family, both of which he assured her were very well indeed.
Though he had only met her a couple of times before, Mr. Spring got the impression that Lady Sarah’s attention was not merely polite, but a show of genuine care for him. He welcomed such accommodation, as he hoped to spend many more afternoons in her home with her son.
“Won’t you join us for dinner, Mr. Spring?” Lady Sarah entreated. “I know Nick would love to have you.”
Before Mr. Spring could answer, Lady Sarah’s attention was redirected to her son. “Are you quite well, Nicky? You are flushed again.”
“Am I?” Mr. Nelson said unevenly.
“He seemed rather feverish this morning,” Lady Sarah explained to Mr. Spring. She touched her son’s forehead. “If you are coming down with something, you must go straight to bed at once.”
“I am perfectly well,” he insisted, ducking out of her grasp.
“I wonder if you suffer the same illness as poor Sai previously had. Mrs. Verma was telling he had recovered from a horrible case of spring fever.”
Mr. Nelson blushed deeper and let out an involuntary noise which he tried to disguise as a cough.
Mr. Spring smirked before composing himself. “Perhaps that is it,” he concurred. Part of him was glad to have an excuse to bow out of dinner, loath as he was to require one. “If Mr. Nelson is feeling unwell, then perhaps it would be better to allow him to rest rather than entertain a guest this evening. In any case, I am promised to my family for dinner tonight. Another time, however, I would be honored to join you.”
“Very prudent, Mr. Spring,” Lady Sarah agreed. “Whenever is most convenient for you, you shall have a seat at our table, I shall not forget.”
“Thank you, Lady Sarah. I had best take my leave.”
“Very well, Mr. Spring. I do hope to see you again before too long.”
“I am sure you shall.”
Before she turned to leave, Lady Sarah addressed her son. “Nicky, darling, please do rest. I should hate for you to become really ill.”
“I will just as soon as I see off Mr. Spring,” he appeased.
She gave him a serious look before leaving the room.
He sighed before turning to Mr. Spring. “I am sorry that my sudden illness has cut short our visit.”
“It is quite all right,” Mr. Spring assured him. “Now I suggest that you be a good boy and heed your mother. Her diagnostic skills are quite keen.”
“Too keen.”
They grinned at each other. “May I call on you tomorrow?” Mr. Spring ventured. “That is, if you are quite recovered,” he added lightly.
Mr. Nelson looked at him with such warmth that Mr. Spring felt a spark catch in his chest. “I fear my condition is beyond recovery,” Mr. Nelson said. “I may just have to live with it.”
“Can you endure it?” Mr. Spring asked with a heaviness leaking through which belied the playful tone he intended.
Mr. Nelson nodded, looking down at Mr. Spring’s lips before returning his smoldering gaze. “I shall cope.”
Mr. Spring exhaled, steadying his breath. It would not do to lose himself now. “I hope so. I shall see you tomorrow, Nick.”
Mr. Nelson smiled, still thrilled to hear Mr. Spring give him his name. “See you tomorrow, Charlie.”
Osemanverse advent calendar 2025 - day 13: A Scene You Want To See: The Paris Squad Higgs Students' Thoughts On Solitaire
In the comic, Tara and Darcy and Elle (and in the show, Sahar and Imogen too, though not Elle) were in the same year as Tori and Lucas at Higgs. They must have had some opinions on all the drama with Solitaire!
Did Tara react similarly to Frances upon realizing that her exam notes could have caught on fire? Did Darcy enjoy the chaos, or did even they think Solitaire went too far? Since Elle used to go to Truham with Lucas, did she know some stuff about him that Tori didn't?
And as for show canon (if the Solitaire events are canon in the show, that is): Sahar has a similarly cynical and wise-beyond-her-years mindset that Tori does, so would she have similar opinions on the Solitaire "pranks"? Did Imogen enjoy seeing her ex get mobbed, or did she not believe it was the right way to handle the situation?
I have a lot of questions about this, and I would love for this to be explored, either in a short novella (similar to Party Girls or Meeting Lister) or in a minicomic.
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Osemanverse advent calendar 2025 - day 11: favorite headcanon: Narlie Proposed At The Same Time
That's it. What I imagine happening is one of them going "hold on I need to get something" and then he comes back and gets down on one knee only to see the other already on his knee. Then they both laugh and say "why are we like this?" And then they kiss. Very cheesy. Very them.
