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House of the Living
http://www.intimations.org/fanfic/idol/House%20of%20the%20Living.shtml

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?"
ZOMBIES.
The CDC had brought the quarantine down around the entire Phoenix area around noon, not long after their buses had dropped them off. The third bus, with the band, the roadies, their handlers, had never shown up. Some of the promoters had kept coming in and out of the green room for a little while, always saying, stay here, sit tight, it'll all work out, show's still on.
*______*
ai rpf goes zombie. omfg.
"We need guns," Mike Sarver said. "Are you out of your mind?" Adam said.
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?" Excellent.
astolat zombies
zombie au
One shot about the Top 10 of American Idol Season 8 being attacked by zombies. Sounds preposterous, actually very very good. I was enthralled, and it's one of my favorites.
Apples Are Not The Only Fruit by Bexless
http://www.waxjism.org/bex/ai01_apples.html
Local woman wins pie contest! Adam Lambert assists.
AU Moviestar!Adam/CountryBoy!Kris
The first thing Kris saw was the car.
Local woman wins pie contest! Adam Lambert assists. An AU. NC-17
[AU where Adam is a movie star.]
23,000 words. Local woman wins pie contest! Adam Lambert assists.
The first thing Kris saw was the car. It was huge, and really shiny, and it had clouds of steam billowing out from under the hood. The second thing Kris saw was the guy standing in front of it, with his hands on his hips and a helpless expression on his face.
Local woman wins pie contest! Adam Lambert assists. An AU.
phaballa: Fic: The Rescue Blues | American Idol RPF | Kris/Adam | Adult | 1/2
http://phaballa.livejournal.com/562815.html
"He was twenty-two years old, and the only thing he knew about himself for sure was that he was never getting on a motorcycle again, but he kind of wanted to write a song about it. He could already hear the melody in his head." Kris gets lost, and Adam finds him. An amnesia AU. OR IS IT.
Kris with amnesia.
He was twenty-two years old, and the only thing he knew about himself for sure was that he was never getting on a motorcycle again, but he kind of wanted to write a song about it. He could already hear the melody in his head. Kris gets lost, and Adam finds him. An amnesia AU. OR IS IT.
heck yes AUs. Kris gets amnesia, Adam works in a coffee shop.
He was twenty-two years old, and the only thing he knew about himself for sure was that he was never getting on a motorcycle again, but he kind of wanted to write a song about it. He could already hear the melody in his head. Kris gets lost, and Adam finds him. An amnesia AU. OR IS IT. -- loved this, captures that feeling of being lost
Summary: He was twenty-two years old, and the only thing he knew about himself for sure was that he was never getting on a motorcycle again, but he kind of wanted to write a song about it. He could already hear the melody in his head. Kris gets lost, and Adam finds him. An amnesia AU. OR IS IT. |__| This is beautiful, and heart achey, and lovely.
Kris gets lost and Adam finds him.
Camden's Fic - Just One Sheep (Adam Lambert/Kris Allen)
http://community.livejournal.com/ficbycam/38442.html
Kris needs someone to take care of him on tour. Adam is fabulous in many ways. And sometimes things are what they look like.
(Caution/explanation: Real people used in a fictional context. Nobody thinks this is actually true. No insult or harm intended.) Tour wives and lonely sheep. This fic makes me very happy, and even though I don't usually like stories where there's outright infidelity, this is handled very well. [lj comm]
Summary: Kris needs someone to take care of him on tour. Adam is fabulous in many ways. And sometimes things are what they look like.
8,550 words | Kris needs someone to take care of him on tour. Adam is fabulous in many ways. And sometimes things are what they look like.
JUST ONE SHEEEEEEEEEEP Oh BOYS. So sweet and then it swings into smokin' hot and it really is what it looks like. GUH.
*high pitched humming sound goes here!*
Adam volunteers to be Kris' tour wife, things progress farther than they were supposed to.
Not Like That
http://intimations.org/fanfic/idol/Not%20Like%20That.shtml
Adam was already pretty much asleep, the weed swapping their places around for once; Kris felt completely zen, weightless, but sleep wasn't coming. He kept petting Adam, just enjoying skin on skin, and Adam snuggled in closer and slid a hand under his t-shirt. Kris shifted his weight, and between them they got the shirt off him. And apparently, a little while after that it seemed to them like a great idea to get all the way naked and cuddle up some more, because that was how they woke up a few hours later.
It just wasn't like that.
Summary: "That night after the show, by way of thanks, the roadies broke out their personal stash of weed. Kris would have given it a miss and just hung out, except Danny pulled a little freak-out, standing up fast and heading away over to the far side of the room, couple of the roadies rolling their eyes at his back. At that point, Kris figured it would've looked like a statement, and one he wasn't interested in making, so when Adam handed over the bong, Kris pulled in a long, sweet-smoky breath before handing it back."
It really wasn't like that.
"It's really not like that," Adam said. "Yeah, I see you fighting off that eyeroll, but it's really not. Nothing is going on." "Adam," Lil said, "I hate to tell you this, but something is going on, and it really is like that."
Kradam
4,500 words | It just wasn't like that.
(Caution/explanation: Real people used in a fictional context. Nobody thinks this is actually true. No insult or harm intended.) They find themselves saying "It's not like that" quite a bit... [author website]
Kris, Adam, weed)))
Their relationship isn't like that, or maybe it is
"The three things I want most out of life right now are a steak, a joint, and sleeping in until five in the afternoon, and I refuse to delay just to argue with the unenlightened."
"I hate to say this," Adam said thoughtfully, "but it's possible that maybe it is like that." "Yeah," Kris said.
Orchestration
http://www.intimations.org/fanfic/idol/Orchestration.html
"Hey guys," he said, writing his name on the board. "I'm covering for Mrs. Oliver's maternity leave, so we'll be together the rest of the year. You can call me Kris or Mr. Allen, either's fine. Any of you want to tell me what you're working on? With the understanding I'll find out in about thirty seconds if you're bullshitting me." The curse got a little laugh out of a few of them, though not as much as it usually did. Before Kris got an answer, the big door next to the blackboard swung open, and another of the goth guys walked in—six feet and more if you counted his hair, dyed blue-black and green, with six other kids trailing him with sheet music. "Oh, hel-lo," the guy said, looking at Kris. "You're in for Renata?"
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."
Summary: 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."
AU. Kris subs a music class and falls for the drama teacher. -- Before Kris got an answer, the big door next to the blackboard swung open, and another of the goth guys walked in—six feet and more if you counted his hair, dyed blue-black and green, with six other kids trailing him with sheet music. "Oh, hel-lo," the guy said, looking at Kris. "You're in for Renata?" "Uh, yeah," Kris said. "Well, I have clearly earned some very good karma somewhere," the guy said, beaming at him, while the class all giggled quietly, and that was how Kris met Adam Lambert.
by astolat.
The curse got a little laugh out of a few of them, though not as much as it usually did. Before Kris got an answer, the big door next to the blackboard swung open, and another of the goth guys walked in—six feet and more if you counted his hair, dyed blue-black and green, with six other kids trailing him with sheet music.
Crush
http://yuletidetreasure.org/archive/72/crush.html
Somehow, everyone got the idea that Cook was in charge of Archie at the American Idol 2011 New York Christmas Eve Non-Denominational Holiday Extravaganza, proceeds to benefit St. Jude's.
"Bye!" Archie said, then waited for her to leave before making a face. "You know, at least Seventeen doesn't ask about my sex life. I think it's just rude." // "Since when do you have anything to hide," David said, dryly. // "Well," Archie said, suddenly looking uncomfortable, and David almost choked again. // "Seriously, you're having sex -" David said, and Archie almost tipped the chair over. // "Oh my go - um, no," he said, then grinned. "But I totally got to second base a couple weeks ago at a party."
ARCHIE/COOK Cook gets a crush on Archie and its really that awesome.
(4300) Written for [info]astolat for Yuletide; Archie grows up a little.
David Archuleta and David Cook celebrate New Year's Eve together.
Archie grows up a little.
yeats: fic: Events Unnerve Me (Kris/Adam, Adam/OMC)
http://yeats.livejournal.com/189390.html
Some days, Adam forgets it's over
set in these weeks after the finale. some days, adam forgets it's over.
Some days, Adam forgets it's over. He'll be driving to lunch, to the dry cleaner's, to the fucking dentist's office, and a vertical wave of panic will hit him all at once, from the top of his spine to the pit of his gut, so bad that he almost has to pull over. He'll check his rearview mirror for sirens, his back pocket for his wallet, his cell phone for missed calls from his parents at some imagined emergency room. His ears ring; his hands shake. He forces his jaw to unclench in stages.
Some days, Adam forgets it's over.
Terribly beautiful, in all senses. In which Adam is free, Kris is... not, and nothing is resolved, but things are better than they were. Oh, some of the description is just perfect and I am perfectly jealous...
American Idol 8, RPS, Kris/Adam. Unresolved tension over the phone remains unresolved. Unhappy, angsty fic. Good tho.
Tomorrow, he thinks, he'll vacuum. He'll take out his trash, change his sheets and stay in the bath long enough that every kink in his shoulders unfolds. He'll go to the farmer's market and get himself dinner, something he can eat with his hands. He'll donate twenty bucks from his pocket to ASPCA, and go home with a potted plant -- African violets, like Allison's mom had in her bedroom in the mansion. And when he gets home, he'll put them on the windowsill over his desk, where they'll get the best light in the afternoon. He won't give them a name, but he'll water them, and he'll talk to them, and when he lies down, he'll be able to see them and know that they're okay.
"Tell me," Adam says, "you'll have me sleep in your bed when mine's covered in clothes, and you'll talk on national television about how much you love me, and you'll call me and say that I'm the only thing in your life that makes any sense anymore, and I'm the one who just crossed the line."