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Claim:*NSYNC, JC Chasez
Title: The Way We Grow Old
Author: Rhys (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rhyssj and at Experiment V)
Characters: JC Chasez, Joey Fatone, Brianna Fatone (note: spelled "Briahna" in real life but "Brianna" in this story)
Prompt: 24. Future fic
Rating: R
Length: long (14,084 words)
Summary: Joey and JC try their hands at a relationship that didn't work in the past and settle into happy domesticity, along with Joey's kid. Set seven years in the future (although it was farther away when it was written). Rhys has many great JCs to choose from, and this story is nominally a Joey story, but I love this particular characterization of JC because it emphasizes the nurturer in him. JC in this story is steadfast and loving, two aspects of his personality that I fully believe in, and they rarely get highlighted in a way that doesn't lapse into full-blown stereotypicality. This JC isn't over-the-top, but is exactly as patient as he needs to be, and he's rewarded at the end with Joey's realization that growing old doesn't mean losing the things you love. And yes, this made me cry a bit. What?!
JC scratched a hand through his hair, brushing it over his forehead. It was a tactic JC had developed to hide his eyes when he was pissed and fighting not to be. Joey knew it too well. "Fifteen years ago, man. Half of Justin's life, I might add. Just know I want you tell her, all right? I won’t nag about it, but you raised her well, Joey. She's the most open-minded, supportive kid I know. She knows I'm gay. It won't kill her to learn you’re bi."
"It’s not that," Joey said.
JC snorted.
"It’s not," Joey repeated. "Plus, if we tell her, then she’s gonna know I’m having sex."
"God forbid," JC said wryly. "It’s not like we’ll do it in front of her, Joe."
Joey slapped him on the thigh as JC laughed, light and lilting. His skin was hot beneath Joey’s hand, and Joey couldn’t help but move his palm over it, following the warmth. One look at JC’s twisted mouth, and Joey knew he was forgiven, even though he deserved all the irritation JC could muster and then some. He’d had months to tell Brianna that he and JC were together.
Link to the story: The Way We Grow Old
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Claim:*NSYNC, JC Chasez
Title: Easy Come, Easy Go
Author: Helenish (helenish and at Oh, the humanity)
Characters: JC Chasez, Lance Bass, Joey Fatone, Chris Kirkpatrick, Justin Timberlake
Prompt: 26. Death
Rating: R
Length: long (15,935 words)
Summary: Also known as the gangster AU where everybody . . . well, but I won't ruin it for anyone who hasn't read it. Joey's a gangster who owns a nightclub. JC's his bit on the side, the jazz singer at the club. Chris is Joey's contract killer. Lance is Joey's right-hand man. And Justin is Chris's whore. And it all works, it really, really does. There's just enough detail to let you picture it in your head and everyone speaks just as much as they should, and the POV changes are just long enough to slip you inside their heads. There is deep angst and deep love, and JC is a jazz singer in rumpled shirt-sleeves and fraying khakis turned up at the ankle, and he keeps his heart in his throat. If JC lived in this world, this is exactly who JC would be, which is just about as high as praise gets for characterization in AUs.
"Is something wrong?" Lance said.
"Well, no," JC said. "well, yes—my sink is leaking, and it's really, very—" There were some drips and splashes in the background, and then JC said. "It's just I don't really have the money to, um, pay for a plumber, and I was wondering if—"
"You know Joey will pay for that," Lance said.
"yes," JC said quietly. He sighed. "I wanted to make sure."
"I'll be there in twenty minutes," Lance said.
When JC was on stage, he wore tailored suits, cut snug to his body, but not tight. At his apartment he wore old khakis, frayed at the seams, often turned up a bit at the ankle, because JC almost never wore shoes inside. He wore old undershirts and crumpled blue button-downs, sleeves rolled up. JC always made him coffee, offered him cookies, and at first Lance said it was all right, but he really ought to be getting back, but then it started to seem a little rude, the full pot of coffee, JC's smile a bit wider than merely polite. They sat at the kitchen table, and the coffee was good, hot and strong, and JC talked about singing, sometimes, the songs he was thinking about adding to the set. He asked Lance's opinion even though Lance didn't know much about music. They talked about politics, a little, and current events. JC had a little television in his living room. He said he watched the news, and quiz shows, and that he didn't usually know the answers. They didn't talk about Joey.
Link to the story: Easy Come, Easy Go
Claim:*NSYNC, JC Chasez
Title: The Way We Grow Old
Author: Rhys (
rhyssj and at Experiment V)Characters: JC Chasez, Joey Fatone, Brianna Fatone (note: spelled "Briahna" in real life but "Brianna" in this story)
Prompt: 24. Future fic
Rating: R
Length: long (14,084 words)
Summary: Joey and JC try their hands at a relationship that didn't work in the past and settle into happy domesticity, along with Joey's kid. Set seven years in the future (although it was farther away when it was written). Rhys has many great JCs to choose from, and this story is nominally a Joey story, but I love this particular characterization of JC because it emphasizes the nurturer in him. JC in this story is steadfast and loving, two aspects of his personality that I fully believe in, and they rarely get highlighted in a way that doesn't lapse into full-blown stereotypicality. This JC isn't over-the-top, but is exactly as patient as he needs to be, and he's rewarded at the end with Joey's realization that growing old doesn't mean losing the things you love. And yes, this made me cry a bit. What?!
JC scratched a hand through his hair, brushing it over his forehead. It was a tactic JC had developed to hide his eyes when he was pissed and fighting not to be. Joey knew it too well. "Fifteen years ago, man. Half of Justin's life, I might add. Just know I want you tell her, all right? I won’t nag about it, but you raised her well, Joey. She's the most open-minded, supportive kid I know. She knows I'm gay. It won't kill her to learn you’re bi."
"It’s not that," Joey said.
JC snorted.
"It’s not," Joey repeated. "Plus, if we tell her, then she’s gonna know I’m having sex."
"God forbid," JC said wryly. "It’s not like we’ll do it in front of her, Joe."
Joey slapped him on the thigh as JC laughed, light and lilting. His skin was hot beneath Joey’s hand, and Joey couldn’t help but move his palm over it, following the warmth. One look at JC’s twisted mouth, and Joey knew he was forgiven, even though he deserved all the irritation JC could muster and then some. He’d had months to tell Brianna that he and JC were together.
Link to the story: The Way We Grow Old
~*~
Claim:*NSYNC, JC Chasez
Title: Easy Come, Easy Go
Author: Helenish (
helenish and at Oh, the humanity)Characters: JC Chasez, Lance Bass, Joey Fatone, Chris Kirkpatrick, Justin Timberlake
Prompt: 26. Death
Rating: R
Length: long (15,935 words)
Summary: Also known as the gangster AU where everybody . . . well, but I won't ruin it for anyone who hasn't read it. Joey's a gangster who owns a nightclub. JC's his bit on the side, the jazz singer at the club. Chris is Joey's contract killer. Lance is Joey's right-hand man. And Justin is Chris's whore. And it all works, it really, really does. There's just enough detail to let you picture it in your head and everyone speaks just as much as they should, and the POV changes are just long enough to slip you inside their heads. There is deep angst and deep love, and JC is a jazz singer in rumpled shirt-sleeves and fraying khakis turned up at the ankle, and he keeps his heart in his throat. If JC lived in this world, this is exactly who JC would be, which is just about as high as praise gets for characterization in AUs.
"Is something wrong?" Lance said.
"Well, no," JC said. "well, yes—my sink is leaking, and it's really, very—" There were some drips and splashes in the background, and then JC said. "It's just I don't really have the money to, um, pay for a plumber, and I was wondering if—"
"You know Joey will pay for that," Lance said.
"yes," JC said quietly. He sighed. "I wanted to make sure."
"I'll be there in twenty minutes," Lance said.
When JC was on stage, he wore tailored suits, cut snug to his body, but not tight. At his apartment he wore old khakis, frayed at the seams, often turned up a bit at the ankle, because JC almost never wore shoes inside. He wore old undershirts and crumpled blue button-downs, sleeves rolled up. JC always made him coffee, offered him cookies, and at first Lance said it was all right, but he really ought to be getting back, but then it started to seem a little rude, the full pot of coffee, JC's smile a bit wider than merely polite. They sat at the kitchen table, and the coffee was good, hot and strong, and JC talked about singing, sometimes, the songs he was thinking about adding to the set. He asked Lance's opinion even though Lance didn't know much about music. They talked about politics, a little, and current events. JC had a little television in his living room. He said he watched the news, and quiz shows, and that he didn't usually know the answers. They didn't talk about Joey.
Link to the story: Easy Come, Easy Go
