Kris wasn't brand-new at the substitute gig, but it was still a little unsettling to walk into the office his first day at the new school, and have the secretary look him up and down and say, "Oh, you are going to be eaten alive."

It just wasn't like that.

Local woman wins pie contest! Adam Lambert assists.

Kris stopped taking slaves to his bed after his father died; he let them think it was grief, and then he let them think it was the burden of ruling, but he'd hated it all along.

"Megan!" Kris said. "He's my TA. I'm not going to—"

Adam jabbed Kris in the side with an elbow to interrupt him and said, "Okay, so I am giving you fair warning here, the next time you say one word about how I deserved it, or how sorry you are, or for that matter just spend your interview time going off on how awesome I am, I am going to be so totally overcome with love for you that I am going to have to kiss you."

The strategy had not included getting drunk himself and losing all sense of timing and being the tawdry and expensive rebound sex.

Someone (carol) mentioned Harry Potter and Kris Allen on Twitter, and I said, oh, I'd love to write a crossover. So she suggested Kris/Giant Squid. This is the resulting story, for round seven

“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.

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."

One-night stands are not for everyone.

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

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

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.

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.

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

One-night stands are not for everyone.

In which Gerard Way takes a stand against discrimination, Adam Lambert discovers the importance of dice, Kris Allen is not kidnapped against his will, and the folks at 19E learn to love the stage!(?)gay. Welcome to the Zombies Ate Your Idols tour, 2010!

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

When Kris auditioned for Idol, Katy never dreamed he'd make the Top 13, much less be crowned the winner. But if she was unprepared for that, it was nothing compared to meeting Adam. First in a series.

In which Adam is a struggling singer and Misha is an eccentric artist, and somehow it all just works.

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!"

The main thing he'd been thinking, that whole last week, was that when it was over, he'd finally be able to breathe again. He didn't know what else could've been making him feel so weird, the awful tightness in his chest every time he was in the same room with Cook, the way his stomach just kept clenching up and jumping.

Wherein there is magic, daring rescues, accidental kissing, not-so-accidental kissing, Clive Davis is evil, and everyone lives happily ever after.

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".

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?"

"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.