[#4 in novahd] "Hey, asshole! You spooked yet?" A voice boomed across the apartment, bouncing off the walls so I couldn't even identify where it was coming from. "No, I'm actually more annoyed and pissed off than anything. If you're supposed to be a ghost, than you're a really sucky one!" I shouted as loudly as I could, turning in every direction before stopping dead in my tracks. There was a man standing in my kitchen, except I could see through him. What the fuck. "Fuck you, dude. I've never haunted anyone before, give me a break." - {In which Aleksandr Marchant rents an old apartment building, messes around with a Ouija board and summons a ghost named James Wilson}. trigger warnings; death, dealing with ouija boards and paranormal things of that nature, depression, and arson.

Aleks Marchant didn't have a lot going for him. He lived in a shithole city where he had no money, no home, and no real friends. After one brutal night out on the streets, he comes across James Wilson, a very mischievous older man who lives on the outskirts of town. Aleks accidentally befriends James, and gets himself into more than he can handle. (WARNING: SMUT, VIOLENCE, STRONG LANGUAGE, MENTION OF RAPE, MENTION OF ABUSE, BRIEF DRUG USE)

In the midst of a post-apocalyptic world, Aleks finds a home and builds a life with someone he never expected to meet. 'Caught in the fire...we're about to explode. I'll carry your world, and all your hurt.' - Atlas, [by Coldplay]

Aleksandr had nothing better to do. He was bored. He goes onto Omegle, a 'chat with strangers' website, to see if anyone had anything interesting to converse about. To see if he could meet a new friend. He comes across someone who happens to live in the same state as he does. They exchange some info, one thing leads to another and, well.. This is the story of how Aleksandr Marchant met, loved, and hated James Wilson.

| SEQUEL TO HOLD MY HAND | James and Aleks were in love, but that was a long time ago. He claimed he was afraid of commitment but he had tattoos all over his skin and maybe he didn't see James as a work of art, or maybe he didn't think the pain was worth it. May the bridges they burn light their way. --- ❝The way that you left me is alright, it's alright. If I argue the point then we yell and we fight, and I won't be home for the rest of the night. You might hate my words but you know that I'm right, you know that I'm right.❞ --- Trigger Warnings Ahead. Warning: Some Religious Themes, Drug/Alcohol Use, Mentions of Self Harm and Eating Disorders, and some Sexual References. Some ImmortalAnex and possible Jeamus. Disclaimer: Ain't my Boys but Aleks is so cute and James makes me sad. Title Credit goes to The Story So Far. | © critter caitlin |

The Preacher's boy and the Rebel without a clue. James needed excitement, and, oh, needed it bad. Aleks was the best he's ever had. --- ❝It all flared up and died, like a firework, and this was the spark.❞ --- Trigger Warning Ahead. Warning: Religious Themes, Drug/Alcohol Use, Mentions of Self Harm and Eating Disorders, some Sexual References. Some ImmortalAnex. Disclaimer: Ain't my Boys, but Aleks is so cute. Kevin's a jealous mama. Title Credit goes to New Found Glory. (A/N: second fanfic ever, so we'll see how this actually goes. please be nice to me, I was iffy about this concept?) | © critter caitlin |