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My prompt table/list.

Claim: Nsync: Chris/Lance
Title: Trickyfish drabble
Author: Ephemera, at index page and [livejournal.com profile] ephemera_pop
Characters: Lance, Chris
Prompt: 41 Drabble
Rating: explicit sex
Length: 100 words
Brief summary: Ephemera's lush, sensual prose does at first glance seem singularly ill-fitted for writing drabbles, but instead the opposite proves to be true. In just one hundred words she paints an incredibly tactile and atmospheric picture of the blowjob Chris is giving Lance. One of the best drabbles I've read in a long time.

Chris' braids felt almost slick, sliding over his fingers.

Link to the story: Trickyfish drabble


Claim: Nsync: Chris/Lance
Title: A Hogwarts Christmas
Author: Pen, at Pen's Nest and [livejournal.com profile] pensnest
Characters: Nsync, Nick Carter, Howie Dorough, Britney Spears, Eminem, sundry house-elves, Hagrid
Prompt: 42 Holiday
Rating: -
Length: medium
Brief summary: This story was written as a Christmas present for me but I won't let that stop me from reccing it, it's simply too entertaining not to! It's a delightfully silly romp through the halls of Hogwarts at Christmas time. Our sparkly boys and girls fit remarkably well into the setting and the sort of dogs most of them are turned into are hilariously spot-on! The accompanying low-key love story between Lance the Slytherin and Chris the Gryffindor adds extra humour as well as sweetness. It's definitely a story that will make you both laugh out loud and as smile softly.

Lance had a shrewd idea where the dogs were now. He didn't like it much, but it would be sensible. Hah. Kirkpatrick being sensible. There was a novel concept.

"I expect he's found a good place for them, with dog baskets and bowls of delicious doggy meat and things for them to chew, and everything," he told Chasez, rather crossly. Last time he'd been in there himself, there had been candles, and a huge, comfortable sofa. Seemed like only yesterday - oh wait, it was.

Only one teacher had bothered to turn up to dinner in the Great Hall tonight. Professor Sinistra sat on her own, carefully not looking at the students, and they in turn ignored her. Though Lance was aware enough of her presence not to bring forward his cup of evidence until she had left the hall.

"Have you tried these?" Lance showed JC his teacup, after they'd polished off roast lamb and apple pies.

"Uh, no," Chasez said, reaching for the cup. He took one of the sugar-laden blobs between finger and thumb, said, "Thanks," and popped it into his mouth before Lance could stop him.

Oh, well.

Resigned, Lance set the teacup back down on the table. Seconds later, he encountered the slightly reproachful gaze of an elegant red setter, slender and beautiful, sitting uncomfortably on the bench opposite him.

And they said Ravenclaws were smart.

"Better get you to the Room of Requirement," he said, standing up and snapping his fingers.


Link to the story: A Hogwarts Christmas or here