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Claim: Nsync: Lance Bass
Title: The Frog Prince (Sort of)
Author: Sola Fiamma, at When Wrong Feels Right and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Characters: Lance, a down on his luck fairy, the boyband known as Nsyc
Prompt: 15 Crack!Fic
Rating: -
Length: medium
Brief summary: This story takes place in a parallell universe were, due to no fault of his own, Lance gets turned into a frog and has to find a famous boybander to kiss him. It's absolutely hilariously funny but also very, very sweet.
"Forget it. A frog you are and a frog you'll stay until the day you die. Or until a famous boybander kisses you on your slimy frog lips, whichever comes first. Bwahaha!! Now screw off. Table 18's about to leave and I totally kissed that old bitch's ass. Serious tippage had better ensue, or she's gonna be shitting out her ears for the next decade. If she makes it that long. Oh, hey. Don't look so sad. It's not all bad. I've made you, like, a prince in frog land. Those little she-frogs are gonna be all over you like maggots on bowl of bad pork." And with that parting shot, he had disappeared back into the restaurant.
Lance had hung around for a couple of weeks, nibbling on the occasional fly and whimpering pathetically in frog-speak whenever the waiter went on or off shift, but to no avail. The very sight of poor, green amphibious Lance had been enough to send the waiter off into paroxysms of hilarity, until finally Lance had hopped away defiantly, his little frog head held high and determination burning hot in his little frog heart.
For the past couple of years, he had spent his time hopping from one high end hotel to another, arduous journeys that sometimes took him entire weeks or months to complete, depending on how many roads he had to cross, whether or not he was able to hitch rides on the bumpers of BMWs or limousines and how successful he was in fending off the advances of the amorous girl frogs. He was unwavering, though. Maybe he couldn't make the waiter change his mind, but there was no way on God's green earth he was going to live out the remainder of his days as a warty old bug-eyed frog. How hard could it be, after all, to find a boybander willing to kiss him?
Link to the story: The Frog Prince (Sort of)
Claim: Nsync: Lance Bass
Title: Nothing Better
Author: Trixie, at Isn't That Something? andtrixiesfic
Characters: Lance, Chris
Prompt: 24 Future Fic
Rating: -
Length: short
Brief summary: The writer calls this story a "self-indulgence" but I can't find anything wrong with this quiet, contemplative little story. It shows us a snapshot of Lance and Chris at night, in the bus, somewhere between Denver and Santa Fe, on Chris' latest tour. There is so much love, so much shared history, so much happiness in it it's a joy to read.
Lance has no idea what time it is when he wakes up, but it's pitch black outside and it's pretty clear from the sway of the bus that they're in the mountains. Colorado, his mind supplies. Concert last night in Denver, tomorrow night in Santa Fe. He's alone in the bed and when he listens carefully, he can hear the soft chords of a guitar. Checking his watch, he sighs and pulls on a pair of sweats.
Carefully stepping over a dog sleeping in the narrow hallway, he finds Chris in the front, hunched over his guitar, jotting notes on a yellow pad. His glasses are sliding down his nose and his hair is sticking up in about twelve directions. The other dog is using one of Chris's feet as a pillow and he eyes Lance briefly before going back to sleep. Chris doesn't notice him until he opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of water.
"Hey," he says, absently, keeping his focus on his music. Lance hums in response and crawls onto the couch behind him, wrapping his arms around Chris, tucking his hands into Chris's hoodie, careful not to dislodge the guitar. The room is chilly, but Chris is warm and solid. "What're you doing awake?"
Link to the story: Nothing Better
Claim: Nsync: Lance Bass
Title: The Frog Prince (Sort of)
Author: Sola Fiamma, at When Wrong Feels Right and
sola_fiammaCharacters: Lance, a down on his luck fairy, the boyband known as Nsyc
Prompt: 15 Crack!Fic
Rating: -
Length: medium
Brief summary: This story takes place in a parallell universe were, due to no fault of his own, Lance gets turned into a frog and has to find a famous boybander to kiss him. It's absolutely hilariously funny but also very, very sweet.
"Forget it. A frog you are and a frog you'll stay until the day you die. Or until a famous boybander kisses you on your slimy frog lips, whichever comes first. Bwahaha!! Now screw off. Table 18's about to leave and I totally kissed that old bitch's ass. Serious tippage had better ensue, or she's gonna be shitting out her ears for the next decade. If she makes it that long. Oh, hey. Don't look so sad. It's not all bad. I've made you, like, a prince in frog land. Those little she-frogs are gonna be all over you like maggots on bowl of bad pork." And with that parting shot, he had disappeared back into the restaurant.
Lance had hung around for a couple of weeks, nibbling on the occasional fly and whimpering pathetically in frog-speak whenever the waiter went on or off shift, but to no avail. The very sight of poor, green amphibious Lance had been enough to send the waiter off into paroxysms of hilarity, until finally Lance had hopped away defiantly, his little frog head held high and determination burning hot in his little frog heart.
For the past couple of years, he had spent his time hopping from one high end hotel to another, arduous journeys that sometimes took him entire weeks or months to complete, depending on how many roads he had to cross, whether or not he was able to hitch rides on the bumpers of BMWs or limousines and how successful he was in fending off the advances of the amorous girl frogs. He was unwavering, though. Maybe he couldn't make the waiter change his mind, but there was no way on God's green earth he was going to live out the remainder of his days as a warty old bug-eyed frog. How hard could it be, after all, to find a boybander willing to kiss him?
Link to the story: The Frog Prince (Sort of)
Claim: Nsync: Lance Bass
Title: Nothing Better
Author: Trixie, at Isn't That Something? and
trixiesficCharacters: Lance, Chris
Prompt: 24 Future Fic
Rating: -
Length: short
Brief summary: The writer calls this story a "self-indulgence" but I can't find anything wrong with this quiet, contemplative little story. It shows us a snapshot of Lance and Chris at night, in the bus, somewhere between Denver and Santa Fe, on Chris' latest tour. There is so much love, so much shared history, so much happiness in it it's a joy to read.
Lance has no idea what time it is when he wakes up, but it's pitch black outside and it's pretty clear from the sway of the bus that they're in the mountains. Colorado, his mind supplies. Concert last night in Denver, tomorrow night in Santa Fe. He's alone in the bed and when he listens carefully, he can hear the soft chords of a guitar. Checking his watch, he sighs and pulls on a pair of sweats.
Carefully stepping over a dog sleeping in the narrow hallway, he finds Chris in the front, hunched over his guitar, jotting notes on a yellow pad. His glasses are sliding down his nose and his hair is sticking up in about twelve directions. The other dog is using one of Chris's feet as a pillow and he eyes Lance briefly before going back to sleep. Chris doesn't notice him until he opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of water.
"Hey," he says, absently, keeping his focus on his music. Lance hums in response and crawls onto the couch behind him, wrapping his arms around Chris, tucking his hands into Chris's hoodie, careful not to dislodge the guitar. The room is chilly, but Chris is warm and solid. "What're you doing awake?"
Link to the story: Nothing Better
