"Safe In The Arms Of Love" + "Bringing Down The House"

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My prompt table/list.

Claim: Nsync: Chris/Lance
Title: Safe In The Arms Of Love
Author: Kate & Mercutio, at Index of Stand Alone Stories & Mercutio's Stories and sirkate & bard_mercutio
Characters: Nsync, bodyguards and drivers, mad boyfriends
Prompt: 06 Anger
Rating: explicit sex
Length: medium
Brief summary: A very interesting story about anger and fear, and how the aftermath of a traumatic experience can bring two people together. At least temporarily. Whether it will work out in the long run is another story.

Lance has curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket when Chris comes back. He nods to the other blankets. "For you."

Chris isn't sure how he wants to feel. He stands in front of Lance for a long moment, bouncing on his toes, looking for something to get upset about, but the plain truth of it is that he wants to kill anyone that gets near Lance, who even breathes on him - and now there's no one who can or will.

He grabs the blanket off the couch and sits down. He turns it in his hands, not sure what to do now.

Lance looks at Chris. "I'm sorry I was trying to annoy you this morning," he says. His voice sounds like it's coming from a long way away.

Chris sighs. "A couple of hours ago that might have meant something. I don't know what the hell I feel right now."

"Me either." Except in the physical sense, of course. He can still feel his knuckles as he broke the shooter's nose.

"Dunno what to do. I feel like I need to do something, but I don't know what it is."

"Eat ice cream?"

Chris laughs. "Sounds like a really stupid idea, but hell if I can think of anything better. Wonder if we've got any." He gets up and heads for the fridge.

Link to the story: Safe In The Arms Of Love, or here, or here


Claim: Nsync: Chris/Lance
Title: Bringing Down The House
Author: glassapple
Characters: Nsync
Prompt: 39 Break-up
Rating: -
Length: short/medium
Brief summary: A fun story about the spectacular ups and downs of the Bass-Kirkpatrick courtship ritual extravaganza.

Chris actually instigated the next date, having seen a series of billboards for a miniature golf course from the bus window and insisting that if Lance really loved him and really was serious about this dating thing, they'd go play miniature golf. It was after all, he'd argued, a time honored tradition to take your date to the local course and try to impress them by sinking a shot through the windmill. Lance, for reasons of his own, agreed to go.

Accounts varied, but the general consensus was that by the fifth hole, with a backlog of approximately four thousand people behind them waiting their turn (give or take a few thousand,) Lance had lost his patience with Chris's 'helpful' suggestions on how to hit the ball and shoved him into the mini-moat. Pictures were taken and eventually ended up in such glamorous magazines as Entertainment Weekly and the National Inquirer, but thankfully no one managed to catch the choicest quote:

"If you think I'm ever gonna sleep with your sorry, control freak ass again, you're out of your fucking mind!"

Link to the story: Bringing Down The House