"Chronicles of Lancyn and Ser Chrisfer" + "Prize"

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My prompt table/list.

Claim: Nsync: Chris/Lance
Title: Chronicles of Lancyn and Ser Chrisfer
Author: Pen, at Pen's Nest and pensnest
Characters: Just about anyone who is/or was part of the sparkly world will probably show up in due time
Prompt: 02 AU
Rating: -
Length: long/epic (10 episodes so far, WIP)
Brief summary: In this series we get to follow Ser Chrisfer and his somewhat irregularly aqcuired squire Lancyn on their mission to make life a little bit safer for everyone, find inns with good food and drink, and continually worry about each other. The stories are mostly independent "adventures" and while some of them are mainly lighthearted fun, others have a much darker feel. A very good series that promises to become even better in the future.

Lancyn didn't see what was wrong with calling his horse Brown. It was a very sensible name. Ser Chrisfer's horse was probably called something clever, like... Perseverance Fourfoot, or Dances-the-Miles-Away, or Thieftaker, or something better than any of those, witty and expressive and a little bit strange, but Lancyn couldn't think of a name like that. Besides, Brown was a fine name. A fine horse. He was getting used to riding, now. Not so sore. Or perhaps, sore in different places, now that the weapons training had started.

It would be nice to sleep in a bed tonight. They'd reached the inn before dusk, and though the place didn't look like much, the food was very good indeed and the stable boys seemed to have done a respectable job with their mounts, when he went in to check.

Brown stood calmly in her end stall, but nuzzled at him when he arrived. He fed her a carrot, smiling at the velvety lipping against his palm, and stroked her neck. Perhaps he should brush her, Lancyn thought, she'd seemed to enjoy being brushed, and Ser Chrisfer had said it was a good way for them to get acquainted. He hoisted himself over the stall door, pulled the brushes out of his bag, and set about it, humming quietly.

Lancyn stopped humming when he heard someone else enter the stables. Brown turned a mildly reproachful eye towards him - he liked to think she enjoyed the music - but he wasn't going to be caught by a perfect stranger, singing to his horse.

"Hello, Horse," said a familiar voice.

Link to the story: Chronicles of Lancyn and Ser Chrisfer


Claim: Nsync: Chris/Lance
Title: Prize
Author: Pen, at Pen's Nest and pensnest
Characters: Chris, Lance, Tony (or possibly Toby), Nick Carter
Prompt: 40 Confession
Rating: -
Length: medium
Brief summary: This is a wonderful story! Snarky and funny and hot with a tiny dose of pissed-off angst. Definitely one of my favourite stories in SeSa 2005.

"Plenty of money and all the hot guys you can handle?"

"Pretty much." Plenty of hot guys, sure, but not what he really wanted. The freedom of being able to do what - and who - he liked had been fun for quite a while, but at heart Lance wasn't really interested in temporary satisfactions. He'd thought, maybe, with Jesse... but it hadn't worked out. Jesse was sweet; unfortunately Lance had a taste for astringency. Challenge.

"If you're having sexual fantasies in my hot tub, I'm getting out."

"Don't flatter yourself, Kirkpatrick!" Lance had some more whiskey. "So... how's your sex life? Is the bubbly hot water doing you any favors?"

"Nah, not really. There was someone earlier this year, but..." Chris shrugged.

"You kept that quiet! Who was she?"

"I figure J and 'C are taking care of the relationship publicity on behalf of the team," Chris said darkly. "Besides, it was a guy."

"Seriously?"

"Nearly five months."

There had been too many drunken confession games over too many years for Lance not to be aware that Chris was bisexual, but he couldn't recall ever hearing Chris admit to an actual relationship (as opposed to a night's fucking) with a man. It was... interesting. Unexpected. Strange, even. Chris's track record on relationships was not a lot better than Lance's own. "So, what went wrong?"

Link to the story: Prize or here