Sometimes the death of a relationship is a slow burn, and other times it's an explosion. Kris and Adam experience a little of both before they find their way home.

Harry Potter!AU, in which there are wizards, witchcraft, and wizardry. And a lot of singing. “You have a gift, Adam,” Professor Abdul says. “You have a gift you must share with the world, and you will be beautiful when you share it, but you must beware of those who seek to take you down.” Adam is shaking, and his hands are slick with sweat. “Beware, Adam,” Professor Abdul says, and her voice sounds far away. “The darkness – it will feel like a kiss—”

This is the beginning. Adam and Kris get to know each other, but have no idea what is to come.

ummm superpowers +internment camps +kradam I guess sums it up

In which Kris feels like an asshole most of the time, uses his best friend for sex, torpedoes his marriage, calls Matt a whore, becomes a tabloid star, and doesn't cry. All missteps in the right direction.

Adam/Kris, very very AU. "Tyler had waved off my argument that I wasn’t qualified. “It’s not like you’re teaching math or history. You’re teaching drama. And trust me”—he had grinned at me—“if anyone is qualified to teach drama, its you.”"

In which Matt is famous, Kris is a dad, and Adam is trying to hold a lot of things together.

In which the author hits every high school movie cliche ever - Adam is slutty and conniving, Kris is adorable and amazing, Brad is snarky and brilliant, and the Jonas Brothers have cameos. An all-boys boarding school AU.

Adam POV, tour and post-tour. Love isn't selfish, but pining sort of is.

In 1683 the first boat carrying fey landed in Virginia. Receiving ill welcome from the young American colonies, most of the passengers and the ones who followed after chose to go west, eventually establishing the new kingdom of Western Faerie in the Pacific Northwest. Distrust of Faerie persisted in the east and traveled outwards as the United States and its ally, the Kingdom of Texas, spread west into the lands bordering those claimed by the fey. Two years ago Kris Allen, lost to himself after a bitter three-year war, answered a newspaper ad and headed west to the chaotic borderland known as South California. He'd hoped, in a land with no loyalties, he could find respite from his own divided nature. What he found was something else.

"I really don't know," Kris says somewhere over his head, "what I'm going to do with you."