There's nothing gay about playing a prank on your friend and spooning in the middle of the night, right? James thinks so. Aleks, on the other hand, seems to have a different idea-- One that leads to a certain realization for both of them. Slight Slypkc but main ship is obviously Novahd. Cover by the amazing radicalrumps.

James decides to do something he's always longed for and goes in to get his first tattoo, his half-sleeve. Of course, he goes to only the best artist in Denver, Aleksandr. After going in for the few sessions it takes to fill his forearm, someone develops a crush. *DISCLAIMER* Neither this story not myself is associated with any characters mentioned in said story. The only thing that is based off of real life is the base idea of the tattoo shop, which is similar to that of the one I go to. Any events that occur in this story are a work of fiction, and any connection to real life events are completely coincidental. There will be swearing in this story. Do not read if that is offensive to you. Thank you.

Aleks is involved in a car-accident, and is left in in a condition that has everyone wondering if he's going to end up okay. James personally doesn't know what he's going to do if he isn't okay.

an ongoing collection of NovaHD writing from my tumblr.

James was concerned and Aleks thought he was an idiot.

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]

"There's no one to blame here but yourself. He didn't lead you on. It was all in your head."

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 |

“Come on city boy.” James sighed as he walked out of the house and into the field. “City boy? That's stupid and it's not my name.” Aleksandr glared. “Hm, well maybe when you grow the fuck up I'll respect you enough to call you Aleks.” The other flashed him a cute grin before ushering Aleks along. This was going to be a long summer.

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.