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Sleep Good, by Mercutio [PG]
Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: Chris/Lance
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bard_mercutio
Author Website: Mercutio's Stories
Why this must be read:
Chris has turned into a cat. As is quite normal for popslash, there is no explanation, it's just another day in the life of a boybander, and after the initial surprise, he's pretty much fine with it. Then Lance comes back from Russia, and wants Chris, and Chris isn't there. I love the Cat!Chris voice, and there's something completely appealing about this whole story.
Several hours later, Chris lounged in the window, sunning himself with a self-satisfied look. This cat stuff was *great*! He'd managed to snare a really stupid bird and kill it, which was lots and lots of fun until it got to the part where it was all dead and unmoving. The cat part of him didn't care one way or another about it anymore at that point. The human part was torn between 'aren't I supposed to eat that?' and 'whoa, I just killed a fucking bird'.
Eventually, he'd dragged it back into the house and left it on the floor for later and then, drawn by the irresistible power of the Great God of the Sun, had jumped up on the window ledge. Life had been good ever since.
Sleep Good
Pairing: Chris/Lance
Author on LJ:
bard_mercutioAuthor Website: Mercutio's Stories
Why this must be read:
Chris has turned into a cat. As is quite normal for popslash, there is no explanation, it's just another day in the life of a boybander, and after the initial surprise, he's pretty much fine with it. Then Lance comes back from Russia, and wants Chris, and Chris isn't there. I love the Cat!Chris voice, and there's something completely appealing about this whole story.
Several hours later, Chris lounged in the window, sunning himself with a self-satisfied look. This cat stuff was *great*! He'd managed to snare a really stupid bird and kill it, which was lots and lots of fun until it got to the part where it was all dead and unmoving. The cat part of him didn't care one way or another about it anymore at that point. The human part was torn between 'aren't I supposed to eat that?' and 'whoa, I just killed a fucking bird'.
Eventually, he'd dragged it back into the house and left it on the floor for later and then, drawn by the irresistible power of the Great God of the Sun, had jumped up on the window ledge. Life had been good ever since.
Sleep Good