“There’s a reason they call this place the Forbidden Forest.”

AI/HP crossover. Kris Allen is an American transfer student in Gryffindor who comes into his Veela powers on his 17th birthday. Adam Lambert is a libertine Slytherin who wants to take advantage of Kris’s newfound allure.

Adam likes to take pictures of Kris. Kris becomes a civil rights leader. Kris and Adam finally master Twitter. Also, Adam can't really help the things that happen in his presence.

"Dear Adam Lambert. Hello! My name is Kristina Allen, and I live in Conway, Arkansas. My parents are Kim and Neil Allen, and I am a lesbian. What about you?"

"At least we don't have to do the walk of shame?" Adam said.

Adam is a figure skater, Kris is a snowboarder. The Olympics are on. (Just go with the flow, this is too silly to have a summary anyway.)

pirates!

Kris/Adam AU. Adam and Kris are in high school. Adam starts a gay/straight alliance and Katy and her friends want to join. Katy is dating Kris, and she makes him come along. He realizes he has feelings for Adam/is gay/etc. Something about them working together in the GSA, too, if you can.

Adam doesn't mean to get a pet crab.

"He doesn't wanna go."

The problem, Kris thinks, isn't the wolf's instinctual surrender; it's the human's complete capitulation.

"It's your bachelor party, and you're making tea!"

One-night stands are not for everyone.

Kris just laughed. "Do you get—we're talking twenty thousand pounds at least just to clear the debts?" "Yes," Anoop said. "There's a way." "Who do I have to kill?" Kris said, dryly. "Not kill," Anoop said. "Marry."

"I thought it was going to be an ice cream maker or something," Kris said.

The Washington D.C. tour stop goes horribly wrong when Kris and Adam are involved in an altercation with three off duty sailors that ends with one dead, Adam hanging onto life by a thread, and Kris accused of murder. A novel of love, desire, redemption, regret, and denial--not necessarily in that order.

And speaking of gay sex, I definitely did not expect the first Adam/Kris story I posted to be knifeplay, but apparently that's just the way kink bingo rolls. Fluffy, domestic knifeplay, but still.

Kris needs someone to take care of him on tour. Adam is fabulous in many ways. And sometimes things are what they look like.

"Okay, that," he says carefully, "you weren’t supposed to see."

One-night stands are not for everyone.

Kris is like an octopus when he is drunk; wiggly and floppy and with arms everywhere.

Megan had been calling them zombies from the get-go; after the third one, while Adam was busy puking his guts all over the sidewalk, she went around to all of them and hissed, "Listen, they're zombies, do you get it?"

Adam pushed himself up and loomed up over Kris, his eyes heavy-lidded in glitter and shadow, predatory and smiling. Written for queenbitchfest, inspired by "Ziggy Stardust".

"The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side." — Hunter S. Thompson

That's not how fate works.