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  1. Prompt: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/29/4f/fe/294ffe7f90dbdbc53ee2f02f322a3f0e.jpg The lights flashed again, momentarily lighting up the dark room. He could hear running feet all around him but the labyrinth walls blocked his sight from pinpointing their location. The landing above his head shook as a group ran across. Shifting his gun, he turned slowly and tried to make his way through the dark halls without running into anyone. This whole trip was a stupid idea. He didn’t know why he had agreed to it in the first place. He jumped slightly when someone yelled and the lights flashed again. Usually he was at home in the dark, comfortable and safe in the shadows, but the sounds of his hidden foes moving in on him was making him anxious. His vest felt heavy on is shoulders and his gun was slipping from his damp palms. The footsteps got closer and he pushed himself farther into the corner, pointing his gun towards the sounds. A group ran by, yelling and laughing, without noticing him. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh. He had faced far worse then this, yet he couldn’t seem to shake his anxiety. He stepped out into the hall and looked around. If he could just find the doors he could camp out there into they opened. Time must surely be running out. Suddenly an arm wrapped tight around his waist and a hand covered his mouth, muffling his scream. He was pulled against a hard chest as he was pulled out of the hall and into the darkened corner again. A breathy laugh sounded in his ear. He knew that laugh, and recognized the scent of his attacker. He would recognize the smell of salt and strawberries anywhere. “Come on Ghost King, don’t tell me you are afraid of the dark?” Nico wretched himself out of the strong but gentle hold and turned to face those sea green eyes, “Screw you, Percy, You just startled me.” The Sea Prince laughed softly as he reached out and gripped Nico’s waist with one hand, the other holding the heavy gun towards the sky, “Sorry, Neeks, I just didn’t want us getting caught. Have you been hiding in the shadows down here the whole time?” Nico stared at his shoes, “I never wanted to come here.” “I would have thought this was right up your alley. It’s dark, full of shadows. You could just jump from place to place.” “I can’t shadow travel if I don’t know where I’m going. And I don’t like guns” “Oh.” The two boys were quiet for a minute, both staring anywhere but at each other. Footsteps grew loud in approach and Percy grabbed is younger friend and crowded him against the wall. One finger on his lips to warn him to stay quiet. Nico felt his chest grow tight and breath became near impossible to pull in. Percy’s strong body was pressed tight against him, his slightly calloused finger rough on his chapped lips. Percy pulled away and glanced slowly around them them, when the group approached percy pushed in tight again hiding Nico’s smaller frame against his chest. The younger boy couldn’t help but grip the front of his protectors shirt. The footsteps grew defining but raced by without spotting the hiding boys. “That was close.” “Thanks.” “Don’t mention it, Neeks” “Don’t call me that” The flashing lights allowed Nico to glimpse of a soft smile before Percy leaned closer. His heart pounding and his stomach twisted, eyes slowly drifted closed as soft lips pressed gently against his own. Even though it was brief it felt like eternity has passed with the lips of the man of his dreams pressed against his own. Percy pulled away slowly, then leaned in again to press his lips to the smaller boys forehead before taking a step back. Nico’s eyelids fluttered, he could taste the salt n his lips. Suddenly Nico felt his vest vibrate and buzz, signaling he had been hit. Nico’s eyes snapped open. Percy stood in front of him with a smug grin and his laser tag gun pointed at his chest. “You shot me!” Nico shouted. “Sorry sweetheart, no matter how cute you are, I can’t let you beat me. See you around Ghost King.” The grinning sea prince turned and ran off into the game room, laughing. Nico stood frozen in place, back still pressed against the wall. Percy kissed him. And then shot him. He chuckled to himself softly, then adjusted his vest before running into the darkness. He had a merman to catch.
  2. Once upon a time scientists thought the world was flat. Then they discovered chromosomes . (these two events have nothing to do with each other, I'm simply using them of references to establish a time line) Scientists discovered the (X) Chromosome and (Y) chromosome. The pattern in which these chromosomes occur decides whether someone is born (male) or (female). All eggs start out with with (XX), female. Then once fertilized a surge of hormones in the uterus decide whether a fetus stays female or becomes male. This path to maleness or femaleness originates at the moment of meiosis, when a cell divides to produce gametes, or sex cells having half the normal number of chromosomes. During meiosis the male XY sex-chromosome pair separates and passes on an X or a Y to separate gametes; the result is that one-half of the gametes (sperm) that are formed contains the X chromosome and the other half contains the Y chromosome. The female has two X chromosomes, and all female egg cells normally carry a single X. The eggs fertilized by X-bearing sperm become females (XX), whereas those fertilized by Y-bearing sperm become males (XY). That was a lot of science talk, I'm sorry. But are you with me so far? Good. So... time skip... Due to ADVANCES IN SCIENCE (dun dun dun... oh no! that means somethings going to change!) scientists have now discovered that this isn't always the case! They have found that their are MORE THEN TWO POSSIBLE CHROMOSOME PATTERNS! (le gasp!). So what does this mean? (get ready for some more SCIENCE!) Some genetic men possess an extra X chromosome (XXY) or more rarely, two or three extra Xs (XXXY, XXXXY); they typically produce low levels of testosterone, leading to less-developed masculine sexual characteristics and more-developed feminine characteristics than other men. In contrast, some men receive an extra Y chromosome (XYY) in the genetic lottery (and while they have been referred to as "supermales" that is more sensationalism than science). Some genetic women have only one X chromosome; they often display less-developed female sexual characteristics than other women. And people with a genetic mosaic possess XX chromosomes in some cells and XY in others. Even if you get the "right" combination of sex chromosomes, it's no guarantee that you'll fit into the little boxes society has defined as of male and female. For example, genetic women (XX) with congenital adrenal hyperplasia produced unusually high levels of virilizing hormones in utero and develop stereo typically masculine sexual characteristics, including masculinized genitals. Similarly, genetic men (XY) with complete androgen insensitivity syndrome don't respond to male hormones and fail to develop masculine sexual characteristics. Most live their lives as women. So what does this mean for society? Some people with penises are more feminine and some people without penises are masculine. The way we characterize this difference is called GENDER. (I know it's scary, but please, stay with me!) Sex refers to what sexual organs you have. There are two kids of sexual organs, MALE and FEMALE. And there fore four possible combonations MALE FEMALE BOTH NEITHER but! We're not done. Gender refers to your mind, behavior and thought patterns; wither someone displays more 'masculine qualities' or 'feminine qualities' , which is in part determined by you chromosomal patters (which we have now learned has MANY MANY options) and how you were raised/ influenced throughout your life (nature vs nurture debate is on going). Since the discovery of these chromosomal patters that differentiate from (XX) and (XY) scientists realized that not only does your sexual organs not always match your personality qualities but that their is a (wait for it..... ) SPECTRUM OF POSSIBILITIES! Now referred to as Gender Spectrum. This is Science (biology, sociology and psychology) So since there are more then two options we need more then two classifications, but unlimited possible patters mean way too many classifications for people to keep straight. Non-Binary is a good start. it's an umbrella term for anyone who doesn't fit into either the 'masculine' or feminine' box. But mostly what it means is; Once scientists thought the world was flat. Once scientists thought that the earth is the center of the Universe and that all other objects move around it. Once scientists believed illnesses could be cured by bloodletting. Once scientists believed the Earth was constantly growing and shrinking in size. Once scientists thought frogs and toads could give you warts. Once scientists thought lightening never struck the same place twice. Once scientists thought there were only two genders. Science changes, people. Get with the times. Educate yourselves. This has been A Science Lesson with Professor Lee. Thanks and Have a nice day
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    Chapter 1

    Thanks everyone for all the positive support!
  4. I got a new idea based on prompts from Pinterest For a series of short stories About a young Superhero And the crazy Supervillains he has to deal with 100% Comedy So far I have three villains And I'm super excited about this
  5. LillyLee

    Chapter 1

    Thank you! I was a little nervous about this one, but it was one of those ones that once I got the plot in my head it demanded to be told.
  6. LillyLee

    Chapter 1

    “Hey! What are you doing?” Logan froze, gripping the hand picked bouquet to his chest. Damn it, he was caught. “Umm… well ...you see…” The old man climbed steadily donw the steps and crossed the yard towards Logan. The young man considered running but couldn’t seem to make his feet move. “So you’re the one who's been stealing my flowers. Too lazy to plant your own, hmmm?” “Oh! No, I swear they’re not for me. It’s just, they are so pretty and Elli always loved Lilies. I couldn’t help myself.” “Elli eh? So they are a gift for a girl.” The strange man lifted one bushy eyebrow, “I guess girls have always love a bad boy, the rebel without a cause type. You do need all the help you can get to look tough. Well, let’s go then.” “Go? Go where?” Logan blinked hard, sure he had missed something. “To meet this girl. I have to make sure she is pretty enough to warrant grand theft flower.” The old man was halfway to the sidewalk and Logan found himself trailing behind. This was not going to turn out well. He should just take off in the opposite direction, ditch the crazy old coot. What could the old man do; he moved to slow to stop him and the cops really wouldn’t care about a couple plucked flowers. Logan sighed and turned down the sidewalk to follow the old man, his conscience winning out. How could he explain to the man there was no way he could meet Elli? How could he explain while Elli had been very pretty, he was never feminine? And how the hell was he going to explain they were headed to a cemetery? Logan had never been the courageous type. He was the shy, quiet, stay under the radar and don’t call attention to himself type. His greatest goal in life, at least throughout high school, had been to blend in. To be so absolutely unremarkable that no one would notice him. Of course, this wasn’t how things turned out. Bullies must have some kind of sixth sense that helped them pick up the easiest targets. The ones who will suffer in silence and offer the highest level of humiliating entertainment. No matter how hard Logan tried to hide, to become unassuming and bland, they always managed to zero in on him. It wasn’t far into freshman year when it started. They teased him for being small, they teased him for being quiet. The teased him because he wasn’t smart enough to be a nerd and because he was horrible at sports. They made fun of his hair and his clothes. And they made fun of him because they thought he was gay. Logan WAS gay, but they didn’t KNOW that. They just assumed it. He tried to deny it at first, but it didn’t matter so he saved his breath. The more they bullied him the quieter he got. His parents tried to intervene, but Logan knew that his parents showing up at the school, guns blazing, would just make it worse. Poor little gay Logan, can’t even fight his own battles, have to call in Mommy and Daddy to save him. He learned how to hide it from them and when he couldn’t downplay it. The first two years of high school had been hell. “Come on kid, you can’t lag behind, I don’t even know where we’re going. You’re supposed to be the leader!” Logan was dragged out of his memories when the old man called to him. Looking around he realized they were much closer then he would have thought. Logan turned the corner without a word and cradled the flowers against his chest. He could see the old church down the street, and the wrought iron fence that surrounded the property. At the start of 11th grade things began to change. A new boy moved into town. The most beautiful boy Logan had ever seen. Elliot instantly became the school’s golden boy. His reputation as an all american halfback had reached the school before he did. At 6ft 200lbs he was the jocks answered prayer and the school's meal ticket to the finals. With a 3.0 GPA, amazing discipline from his military father and boy next door good looks there wasn’t anybody who wasn’t infatuated with him. Including Logan. He tried to avoid the new kid at all costs. He would go as far as arriving late to class just to avoid having to pass him in the hallway. Logan knew he wouldn’t be able to stand it when the veritable god of his high school joined in on the torture. He knew it would hurt so much more when the guy who charmed everyone singled him out, and there was no way he wouldn’t. He did everything he could think of to hold off the inevitable. Until one day, he couldn’t avoid him. Logan had been distracted by an upcoming test and was rushing to the library to study when he ran smack into an immovable object. Logan heard himself squeal out as his ass hit the ground and his books went flying. He could feel his cheeks burn as he looked up through his bangs to the sound of jocks braying like hyenas. Logan couldn’t decide if he wanted to scramble to his feet, abandon his books, and run as fast as he could to anywhere but here or lay down where he was a die of embarrassment. Frozen by indecision Logan waited for the remarks. But instead of teasing, the immovable object known as Elliot, helped the smaller boy to his feet and snapped at the jocks to shut their traps. It was the first time anyone had stood up for him, but it wasn’t the last. Turns out Elliot really was a great guy, and he became Logan’s protector. He would not stand for bullying of any kind and whipped his team mates into shape. No one had the nerve to disagree with the super star. He had a way of making people look and feel like fools when they tried to pick on others. But he protected Logan more fiercely than anyone. The two boys became fast friends and soon became inseparable. Logan stopped at the gate and pushed it open with a creek. The old man looked confused for a moment but his jovial face fell when he realized the implications of where they had come. He followed the young boy silently across the grass. When they stopped at a shiney black tombstone with one name, Elliot, and a short quote ‘Hate does not a man make’. “Elli was the most beautiful person I have ever met. And not just because of his handsome face. He was good and pure. My Mamma said that was why he was taken from us so young He was too good for this world” “Was he your brother?” “No, he was my best friend. And my boyfriend. We only had a few months together before he was taken, but he was my first love and a part of my heart will always belong to him.” Logan felt the tears begin to pool in his eyes. That summer together was the best months of Logan’s life. They spent as much time together as humanly possible. And on labour day weekend when they shared their first kiss Logan felt like nothing in the world could ever touch him again. “How old?” “He was 17.” “What happened?” It was the obvious question, yet Logan was still thrown for a loop when the old man asked. It was a simple question with a complicated answer. He may not have been the one to land the killing blow, but it was because of him. It was because of Logan the world would never know the amazing man Elliot would have grown to be. Was already becoming. “We managed to keep it underwraps for months. Sure everyone thought we were going out. Rumors and whispers, but no one was willing to speak out against him. It wasn’t until the end of the semester, just before Christmas holidays, that it was confirmed. Some guys were picking on me, making rude comments and propositions. Elliot got upset and told them they better start showing his boyfriend some respect or they would have to deal with him. No one was really surprised, but now that it was confirmed they whispered a little louder. Some how it got back to his father. His father was not a good man. Elliott spent most of his time actively avoiding going home until he was sure his father would be passed out drunk for the night. Over the holidays his father kept him away from me. He would barely let him leave the house and when he did he couldn’t hide the bruises. I tried to convince him not to go back, my parents would have let him stay, but he wouldn’t listen. He said it was only a few weeks and once we were back at school things would go back to normal. We had planned to meet late Christmas Eve, midnight at the swings, to exchange our gifts. I waited all night. When I got home as the sun was starting to rise I was greated by my Mother with tears in her eyes and a Police cruiser. His Father had caught him trying to sneak out.” Logan and the old man stood in silence for a long time. Logan allowed the tears to fall freely down his face. Elliot had died because he came out to protect Logan. He died because he was trying to leave the house to come see him. He died because he loved Logan. The old man broke the spell by reaching over and gently taking the flowers from Logan. He placed them next to the tomb stone gently, laid his hand over the name and crossed himself. “It’s nice to meet you Elli, your Logan brought me to meet you. You were a courageous boy and the world has lost what would have a been a great man. But fear not, you will not be forgotten.” The old man stood again and wrapped an arm around Logan’s shoulders and let the younger man cry. They sat for a long time next to the grave and Logan told the old man, Heath, their story. It felt good even as it hurt to talk about Eliot again. Logan told Heath that because of Elliot, Logann had devoted his life to following his late boyfriend’s dreams. He volunteered for number of outreach programs and not for profits working with abused children, LGBTQ+ youth, retired vets with PTSD, and anti-bullying. He worked part-time at a youth shelter for LGBTQ+ youth whose family homes were dangerous or toxic and we in school to become a counsellor. There were so many ways this tragedy could have been stopped if people would just open their eyes and victims had a safe place to tell their stories. It was important work and Logan was proud to do it, but it took up a lot of his time. “The quote on his tombstone, that’s what we use as our slogan. Elli used to say it to his friends all the time. Hating other doesn’t make you a man, it makes you a coward.” “I think it’s fitting. He would be proud of you Logan.” “Maybe. I just hope it’s enough to repay him for everything…” “Logan, please, tell me you don’t blame yourself for this.” “If he hadn’t been sneaking out to see me…” “No, no no no, Young Elliot is probably rolling over in his grave hearing you talk like this. That boy loved you and he wanted you to be happy, that would not have changed. You are in no way at fault for this. You did not control his father’s abysmal actions, you had no way of knowing how he would react. You were just a child, you are not to blame for the actions of an adult.” “I try to come see him as often as possible, but I’m not in town anymore and it’s getting harder and harder to come back. I wish I could spend more time with him, he always loved flowers and I wish I could bring them more often for him.” “Don’t you fret none, I have a lot of free time, I will bring him flowers and spend some time with him. It would have been a honor to meet such a brave young man.” “But…” “Hush now, it’s settled. I am an old man, stubborn as a mule. No point arguing with me.” “Why, why would you do that?” “There was once a time when I would have seen things as his father had. It has taken many years for the sense to get knocked into my thick skull and almost losing any possible relationship with my own grandson. I’m not proud of my behaviour, but I won’t deny it. I was closed minded and full prejudiced. But it seems an old dog can learn some new tricks. Hate does not a man make, and I almost learnt it too late. I wish I had been as wise as your friend, I have a lot to make up for.” Heath paused for a moment before continuing with a sad smile, “I’m too old to fight with you so let an old man help how he can. I will watch over Elliot while he rests and you fight the good fight. For everyone who can not fight for themselves. And when you can you will come and visit us, and tell Elli and I all about the battle.”
  7. is it weird that I find my binder WAY more comfortable then my sports bra? I always see people complaining about how tight and uncomfortable they are and I actually love it. Maybe it's not as tight as some people wear them? But it works so I guess that's what matters? Or maybe I'm so used to an uncomfortable sports bra it seems better. But the sports bra seemed comfy until I started wearing my binder regularly. LOL I dunno. It did start to stretch out and not work as well so I put it i the dryer and now it's back to how it was when I first got it. I seriously need to invest in a new one, maybe NOT WHITE THIS TIME. lol that was a bad idea. My mom hates that I wear it, shes totally supportive of everything else she just thinks it's not good for me. She terrified of it lol. I love walking down the street and criticizing all the drivers. Some people are ridiculously bad drivers. But I can be kind of judgmental lol. At least I'm respectful (adult) enough to keep it to myself most the time. I saw this thing online that I really liked, I think tmblr; this girl was saying how she keeps catching herself judging people and then feeling bad. She gave the example of a young girl dressed provocatively; she will see it and think something along the lines of oh my god look at that girl dressed like a hooker ew judgement, and then catches herself and internally gives herself crap like GFY she can wear what ever she wants! And another person commented that her mother taught her that the first thought is what society has taught you to think and your second thought is what you actually think. And I really like that because maybe I'm not as much of a bitch as I think. Maybe I was just socialized to be judgmental because I always catch myself and give myself crap for being judgmental (unless it's about bad parents because when it comes to that I KNOW I'm judgmental. I'm not perfect but MY GOD SOME PARENTS), and correct myself. I think I'm stalling because I'm supposed to be writing right now. bad LillyLee! Stories not Blogging! Grrrr..... Okay, that's enough rambling. Back to WORK!
  8. LillyLee

    Chapter 13

    I would love to say something philosophical like "because it's not really the end, it is just the beginning of the rest of their lives" But really it's because this isn't where I has planned on ending it but decided the points I was going to hit would do much better in their own story Sequel?
  9. It's been a long while since I've written anything. My muse took a nice long vacation it seems (but also been a crazy summer, and not like "omg so much fun " crazy, but like "omg I forgot how exhausting it is to have the kid home all day everyday " crazy). I'm going to try and force myself back into it. I have ideas and I think I saw a few plot bunnies peeking out of the bush. So to anyone who actually follows me: yea... sorry bout that. I try to do better. I finally finished My Prince! YAY! Hoping to manage a Sequel thing, Phoenix's time abroad I made a little updated schedule/ story list, but because I know my own track record, no promises Current projects Multi-Chapter Stories Last Chance High - Completed My Prince - Completed Series Admirer Homecoming Admirer - Completed Halloween Admirer - Completed Christmas Admirer - Completed Prompts/ Short Stories Wicked Witch - Completed Prompt: "Years ago you promised your first born to a witch. Despite your best efforts you can't seem to get laid. She's getting impatient." Duets - Completed Prompt: “Hey, we never met but our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall. Sometimes we shower at the same time and sing duets.” Satan's BFF - Approximate Completion: HAHAHAHAHAHa…. Stalled, maybe becoming a multi-chapter Prompt: "A lonely person sells their soul to Satan to be their friend. And Satan just rolls with it until he realizes at the time of their death he genuinely likes them. Since he can’t renege on the contract he takes them to hell and puts them in a high position of power." Stolen Flowers - Approximate Completion: Started, Coming along well, lets give it 1 week Prompt: “Sometimes I steal flowers from your garden on my way to the cemetery, but today you’ve caught me and have demanded to come with me to make sure “the girl is pretty enough to warrant flower theft” and I’m trying to figure out how to break it to you that we’re on our way to a graveyard.” Future Projects Multi Chapter Stories The Good Doctor - Started Outline, coming along slow The Pack - Stalled Secret Agent Kid - Outline started, hopefully finish by end of month and start writing Brat Pack Prince Charming is... A Fae? Dystopia (My Prince pt.2) My Pirate - Phoenix's story from when he left the village, - Starting Outline soon, Series Admirer Valentine Admirer - Will start outline this week Spring Break Admirer Easter Admirer Summing Loving (4th of July Admirer) Prompts/ Short Stories Saving Greg Summer Camp Amnesia - Started Outline Sci-Fi based on "humans are the weird" trend on tmblr
  10. Take a walk with a stranger And tell him your dreams Open yourself up It's as easy as it seems Take a walk with a stranger The secrets you will share The deepest and the darkest Cause this stranger won't care Take a walk with a stranger And let it all out You'll feel much better This I don't doubt Take a walk with a stranger And when you are through You'll know yourself better For this stranger is you
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    Chapter 13

    Phoenix sat in the chair and watched the birds outside the window. It felt like that was all he did these days; watched other people live. There was no way you could call what he’s been doing living, maybe existing, but even that was a stretch he thought. He knew he had things he should be doing, things he needed to take care off. There was a whole kingdom to run and he really should be getting word out to the interested about what happened. Noah wanted his people taken care of, and Phoenix should be seeing to that now that his lover couldn’t. He felt a sharp pain in his chest as he always did when he thought of his Prince. He closed his eyes tight and tried to block out the images that threatened to drown him. He couldn't even set foot in the throne room. At least Landon wasn’t around anymore to gloat. Once the ex-captain of the guard realized he hadn’t hit his mark in Phoenix and instead ran through the prince he actually laughed. Phoenix held Noah tight, his blood soaking both their clothes, begging for someone to help. Finally Ms. Sara took him away. As soon as his arms were free he snapped. He ordered Landon be released from his bonds and given back his sword. They would settle this like men, even if his opponent deserved to die like a dog. No, less than a dog, even dogs deserved respect. But Phoenix could never kill an unarmed man. So with their respective swords in hand the two men faced off. He had hoped the fight would last longer. It was almost pathetic how quickly the blacksmith turned pirate cut down the man who was once considered the best swordsman in the kingdom. Phoenix’s skill over the last two years had only grown, his speed and stamina enhanced by the grief and rage he felt. He blocked Landon’s first few desperate swings before nearly removing his hand. He ordered the ex-guardsman to pick his sword back up with his other hand, when he hesitated Phoenix’s voice rose to a bellow and echoed through the room. He killed him quick after that. Well, sort of. He had planned on letting the poor bastard bleed out on the throne room floor but his first mate had insisted Phoenix finish the job quickly so they could be done with it. Phoenix was a little ashamed to say he actually took pleasure in plunging his sword through the man's chest. “Still sitting there I see?” Phoenix was pulled from his memories by the soft voice of Ms. Sarah. The women had been very patient with Phoenix the last few days. But he knew that patience was running thin. She placed a plate of food on the table next to him and removed the still full one he hadn’t touched. “He would hate to see you like this.” “Good thing he can’t see me.” “Phoenix,” “I’m sorry, Ms. Sarah, I’m such a mess right now.” He couldn’t meet her eyes, he knew the pity he would see there. It was part of the reason he had been avoiding everyone. He knew people were worried, but he just couldn’t deal with it right now. “Phoenix, you look like you haven’t slept in days and I know you haven’t eaten.” “He smells like he hasn’t bathed in days either. The stench alone was enough to wake me.” Phoenix and Sarah both jumped and spun towards the bed. The body that had been lying motionless under the sheets for three days was finally moving. Noah groaned as he tried to sit up and Phoenix was by his side in a moment. “Don’t move, my Prince, you’re not well.” “Getting stabbed in the gut will do that for you. You look more dead than I do.” Noah reached out and placed his hand on his lover’s cheek. Ms. sarah was right, he did look like shit. His eyes were ringed with black and his skin was ashen. “My Love, what have you done to yourself?” Phoenix screwed his eyes shut as he felt them fill with tears, “I was so scared.” Neither boy noticed as Ms. Sara slipped from the room to give them privacy. “I’m sorry I worried you darling. How long have I been out?” “Three days. They got you stitched up pretty quick, but you had a fever and… god Noah, I was so fucking scared.” “Three days isn’t quite two years, but I'm sorry nonetheless.” Phoenix winced at the not so subtle jab, “Noah,” “Hush now, we’ll deal with that later. Come, lay with me, I’m still tired.” Phoenix climbed gently into the bed next to his one true love and held him gingerly, Noah sighed in contentment and fell asleep quickly. Phoenix didn’t plan on falling asleep, but not long after Noah's eyes slipped closed Phoenix followed. Noah pulled out of his lover’s arms and slipped out of bed. His bare feet making no noise on the floor as he moved across the room to sit in the window. He felt like he hadn’t gotten any peace or time to himself since he woke up. Every morning at the crack of dawn his newly returned lover and him were awoken by Ms.Sarah and kept busy all day until they collapsed together in their bed. There was so much to do, and Noah knew it was important. The people needed to know their prince...rather King, was well and looking out for them. There was so much damage caused by his father's tyranny and the invasion of the pirates that needed to be dealt with quickly and efficiently. But god, Noah just wanted to spend a week in bed curled up with Phoenix. He wanted to celebrate that they were alive and together. Finally with no one standing in their way. He wanted to hear his tales, where hes been and how he came to be a Pirate Lord. Noah sighed as he watched the sun come up and people begin to move around the courtyard. Ms. Sarah would he here any moment with tea and a light breakfast. It didn’t matter what Noah wanted, he had responsibilities. And the faster he took care of everything the faster he could have some time to himself and Phoenix. Noah turned where he sat to look at his pirate. His hair was longer and his skin tan and taut but he still looked like the young man Noah had fallen in love with. He was so thankful Phoenix had come back to him. Falling asleep next to each other was the best feeling in the world, even if they were both too tired to do anything but sleep. “What are you doing up, my Prince? It’s early,come back to bed.” Noah couldn’t fight the smile that stretched onto his face, “Ms. Sarah will be here any minute with breakfast.” Even as he explained he found himself crossing the room and crawling into his lovers awaiting arms. “Mmmm. Soon, when everything has settled we’ll spend a whole week in bed. Just us, cuddling and talking and...kissing.” He interrupted his own sentence with an example. “I was just thinking the same thing.” “I forgot what it was like to have responsibilities. On the ship there was very little we HAD to do.” “I want to hear all about your adventures. How did you manage to get a ship and crew all your own?” “Well, many of them are those your father has banished, but really they aren’t mine.” “They call you captain. Who’s are they if not yours?” “My father’s...actually.” Noah sat up with a jolt, “What?” “Calm down baby..” “Your father? As in the guy who kidnapped me and tried to sell me into slavery!?” “Noah!” “What the hell Phoenix!” “It’s not what you think. He wouldn’t have done that.” “Yea, sure he says that now, how can you believe him? They tried to kill us!” “Please, Baby, relax. Listen to me.” Noah crossed him arms over his chest with a pout. Phoenix wrapped his arms around the smaller man and pulled him onto his lap. “It is a long story my love, and I very much would like to tell it. From the beginning. Please, don’t be angry.” “Your Dad is a prick.” “I agree, more often than not, but he's not evil.” “Like mine?” “That’s not what I meant. My dearest, I don't wish to fight with you. And I’m not trying to avoid this, I WANT to tell you. Everything. We’ve just been so busy.” A knock at the chamber door interrupted them. Noah started to pull away but Phoenix tightened his grip. The young king could feel his face heat up as the doors swung open the Ms. Sarah entered the room, followed by a chambermaid. “Oh my!” the poor chambermaid nearly dropped her basket of clean laundry when she noticed the lovers wrapped up in each other on the bed. Ms. Sarah took the basket and shooed her out of the room. “Sorry Ms. Sarah, just enjoying some quiet time together. I guess we didn't realize how late it had gotten.” “Nonsense, don't you apologise, it is barely dawn not late at all. And you boys do not get nearly enough time together these days. You have yet to have a proper reunion.” “Too much to be done Ms. Sarah.” This time when Noah pulled away Phoenix let him go, but not without a heavy sigh. “Ms. Sarah, is there anyways you can convince my dear King to take a day off?” “I wish i could Phoenix. The boy should be resting.” “I will rest when my kingdom in settled.” Phoenix followed his lover to the small table they had for meals and pulled him into his lap. “A king's work is never done. You need to worry about yourself as much as the people, if you don't take care of yourself you will burn out and be unable to take care of them.” Ms. Sarah placed the tray down and quietly slipped out of the room. If anyone could talk some sense into that boy it would be his pirate. “I know Nix, it’s just after everything my father did…” “You don’t have to atone for someone else's mistakes. The people don’t blame you. Tell me the plans my dearest.” “Reconstruction on the outer wall and village has been going steady but there has been some hold up at the north end. The market place is almost complete but i have to review the plans for a few more outbuildings. We had another 15 exiles show up last night and their cases need to be reviewed. Then we need to find placements for them if they are found eligible of pardon.” “Alright, you deal with the exiles and I will deal with the construction.” “No, Phoenix, this is my responsibility…” Phoenix slid out from under the young king and began to pace the room. “Do you love me?” “What? Of course I do! How could you ask that?” “We’re going to be together now, right? You and me? I am to be your consort?” “Yes Phoenix, I choose you as my consort! If that's what you want?” “I have never wanted anything more than to be yours my dearest prince. That’s why It’s not just your responsibility. It is our’s. We are a team noah, I am here to help you and aid you. And these are my people as well.” Noah sighed. “You're right, I just…” “Feel guilty? You shouldn't. Let me help you, I’m not good with people and politics, I’ll leave that to you. But I can help with the reconstruction and repairs. And my men are getting antsy anyways they would be thrilled to lend a hand.” Phoenix crossed back over and kneeled in front of Noah taking both his hands, “As always, I live to serve you my King, and my men are eager to help. We will work together and get everything taken care of. Then you and I will bar the doors and stay in bed for a week.” “Phoenix,” “We have time for everything else my dearest. We have the rest of our lives.” Noah smiled as one stray tear fell from his shimmering eyes. He was so thankful for this man. Noah stood, keeping hold of Phoenix’s hand, and led him back to the bed. “You’re right, my dearest, there is time. So perhaps it won’t hurt to take the morning off.” Phoenix smiled as he followed his lover down and cuddled up close. “You are as wise as you are beautiful.” Noah laughed as he held his pirate close. The rest of their lives… yes he liked the sound of that.
  12. LillyLee


    Prompt “Hey, we never met but our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall. Sometimes we shower at the same time and sing duets.”
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