Title: through the storm we reach the shore [7/7, complete]
Pairings: Kris/Adam, Kris/Katy, Kris/OMC, Adam/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 52,582
Disclaimer: Not at all true. Makes no representations as to what any of these people are actually like.
Summary: "Someone has to keep the paparazzi employed."
"Better you than me, dude," Kris says brightly. Then, softer, serious and a little cynical, "and you do such a great job."
There are about a dozen different ways to interpret that, or there would be if Adam didn't recognise the conspiratorial gleam in Kris's eyes. A story about fame, music and screwed up love. Five years on, the rules have changed, even if the people haven't.
Notes: Originally written as a ficlet for
ohmygod13 in the charity drive for Haiti at
ontd_ai. Needless to say, the story grew in the telling. Major thanks to my betas
oatmeal_cookie,
inbetweencabs and
yetunknown for all their hard work. More detailed notes and acknowledgements at the end of this monster.
(
part one: maybe tomorrow ) [and subsequent parts, all on LJ]
Or
the whole thing [on AO3]