'Du Bist Mein Schmetterling (You Are My Butterfly)' [Adam Lambert/Kris Allen]
Title: 'Du Bist Mein Schmetterling (You Are My Butterfly)'
Author: that_1_incident
Fandom: American Idol
Rating: R
Warnings: Profanity, sexual themes
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen, with a special cameo by Major Dick Winters of "Band of Brothers" fame
Word Count: ~800
Summary: The life and times of Glambert and Kris.
Disclaimer: Kradam exists. It is (allegedly) one-sided, but it exists. That being said, none of this happened to the best of my knowledge. Title from "Schmetterling" by Bushido.
Author's Notes: So this was originally going to be for the microfic meme, but as microfics are supposed to be ten words or less and these... aren't, then I guess it's something else. I sort of got carried away. Ah, well. The premise is the same, though; basically you're given ten prompts and you have to write something for each.
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Angst
“Danny should be here,” Kris says miserably, sitting on one of the mansion’s many couches and looking despondent. The place feels even larger now that there are only two of them left. “I mean, think about what happened to his wife, man - he needed this more than I did.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Kristopher.” Adam sweeps forward, tilts Kris’ chin up and presses a swift kiss against his lips. “There,” he says smugly, taking one step back. Kris stares at him agape and he smirks. “Well, I had to do something to shut you up.”
AU
Adam screws the lid back onto the tube of mascara and beams at the latest addition to his drag troupe, who smiles back shyly from beneath feathery, newly-elongated lashes.
“Go get ‘em, Kristine.”
Crossover
“I can’t call you ‘Ginger’ forever,” Adam points out, tugging affectionately on a lock of his companion’s red hair.
The other man barely restrains himself from rolling his eyes. “It’s Richard - Dick,” he says finally, reluctantly. “Major Dick Winters, Company E of the 2nd Battalion, 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment, 101st Airborne Division.”
Adam just stares.
“Now do you see why we have to be...” Dick clears his throat and has the grace to look embarrassed. “Uh, discreet?”
Adam shoots him a lascivious grin. “I love a man in uniform.”
First time
“Just tell me to stop,” Adam gasps. The sensation of Kris’ guitar-callused hands kneading the muscles of his back is almost too much to bear. “If you can’t handle this, you have to tell me now, Kris, okay, because I don’t think I’ll be able to-” He cuts himself off, grinding against the other man with a desperate whine.
Kris says nothing.
Prelude to the first time
“I don’t want to push you,” Adam whispers, smoothing the hair off Kris’ forehead and kissing his brow.
Kris trails his fingertips down Adam’s back, hands coming to rest just above the swell of the other man’s ass.
“Trust me,” he says, voice shaky but determined. “I’m ready.”
Fluff
“Just one, then,” Adam bargains, touching Kris’ hand hopefully. He rubs the pad of his index finger across the other man’s thumbnail. “You’ll carry a little piece of me wherever you go.”
Kris tries his best to fight the heat that’s beginning to rise to his cheeks. “Only ‘til it chips off,” he points out, but he knows they’re not just talking about just the polish anymore.
Genderswap
She’s wearing an outfit that’s really quite ridiculous - black leather corset exposing veritable acres of cleavage, skirt so short it’s obscene - and smiles beguilingly when she catches Kris looking.
“What’s your name?” he asks. He’s not usually this forward but there’s just… there’s something about this girl.
“Eve,” she responds, twirling a lock of long, blue-black hair around her perfectly manicured fingertip. “As in, ‘Adam and.’”
Hurt/comfort
“Heyyy, man.”
Adam’s smile is wide and easy as he steps aside to let Kris through his dressing room door, and it only makes Kris feel worse. He just won, and Adam didn’t, and it all feels so wrong. Adam’s perfectly plucked eyebrows curve into a concerned frown.
“What’s the matter?”
“You deserved it,” Kris chokes out, barely able to maintain eye contact. “I’m sorry I… it should’ve been yours.”
Adam throws back his head and laughs. When Kris just sort of stares at him, he tackles the other man in a big, reassuring bear hug. “You rocked it, are you kidding me? I’m proud to come second to you.”
Kris finds himself blushing and smiling and trying not to cry all at once, but mostly? Mostly he’s just hugging Adam back.
Smut
“Oh,” Kris manages, shocked at how… how filled he feels. He hadn’t expected it to be like this.
Adam’s eyes are warm and kind, his gaze tinged with concern. “Okay?” he whispers, stroking Kris’ cheek with his fingertip.
Kris bumps his lips against Adam’s in a clumsy kiss because just saying “Yes” isn’t enough.
Marriage
“Do you have something old?”
They’re not technically supposed to see each other before the wedding, but sitting around doing nothing had only served to make Kris more nervous. Besides, Adam’s a calming influence.
Adam indicates the delicate chain around his wrist. “It was my grandmother’s.”
“Okay - something new?”
He tugs at the lapels of his shiny gray suit. It’s not silver - not quite. Getting married in a silver suit would be so gauche.
“Something borr - oh, yeah.” Kris blushes a little and sheepishly fingers the tie that hangs from Adam’s neck. “What about your something blue?”
Adam grins wickedly and grabs Kris’ hand, rubbing his fingertip across the deep blue polish adorning the thumbnail. “You’re it, baby.”
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Author: that_1_incident
Fandom: American Idol
Rating: R
Warnings: Profanity, sexual themes
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen, with a special cameo by Major Dick Winters of "Band of Brothers" fame
Word Count: ~800
Summary: The life and times of Glambert and Kris.
Disclaimer: Kradam exists. It is (allegedly) one-sided, but it exists. That being said, none of this happened to the best of my knowledge. Title from "Schmetterling" by Bushido.
Author's Notes: So this was originally going to be for the microfic meme, but as microfics are supposed to be ten words or less and these... aren't, then I guess it's something else. I sort of got carried away. Ah, well. The premise is the same, though; basically you're given ten prompts and you have to write something for each.
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Angst
“Danny should be here,” Kris says miserably, sitting on one of the mansion’s many couches and looking despondent. The place feels even larger now that there are only two of them left. “I mean, think about what happened to his wife, man - he needed this more than I did.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Kristopher.” Adam sweeps forward, tilts Kris’ chin up and presses a swift kiss against his lips. “There,” he says smugly, taking one step back. Kris stares at him agape and he smirks. “Well, I had to do something to shut you up.”
AU
Adam screws the lid back onto the tube of mascara and beams at the latest addition to his drag troupe, who smiles back shyly from beneath feathery, newly-elongated lashes.
“Go get ‘em, Kristine.”
Crossover
“I can’t call you ‘Ginger’ forever,” Adam points out, tugging affectionately on a lock of his companion’s red hair.
The other man barely restrains himself from rolling his eyes. “It’s Richard - Dick,” he says finally, reluctantly. “Major Dick Winters, Company E of the 2nd Battalion, 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment, 101st Airborne Division.”
Adam just stares.
“Now do you see why we have to be...” Dick clears his throat and has the grace to look embarrassed. “Uh, discreet?”
Adam shoots him a lascivious grin. “I love a man in uniform.”
First time
“Just tell me to stop,” Adam gasps. The sensation of Kris’ guitar-callused hands kneading the muscles of his back is almost too much to bear. “If you can’t handle this, you have to tell me now, Kris, okay, because I don’t think I’ll be able to-” He cuts himself off, grinding against the other man with a desperate whine.
Kris says nothing.
Prelude to the first time
“I don’t want to push you,” Adam whispers, smoothing the hair off Kris’ forehead and kissing his brow.
Kris trails his fingertips down Adam’s back, hands coming to rest just above the swell of the other man’s ass.
“Trust me,” he says, voice shaky but determined. “I’m ready.”
Fluff
“Just one, then,” Adam bargains, touching Kris’ hand hopefully. He rubs the pad of his index finger across the other man’s thumbnail. “You’ll carry a little piece of me wherever you go.”
Kris tries his best to fight the heat that’s beginning to rise to his cheeks. “Only ‘til it chips off,” he points out, but he knows they’re not just talking about just the polish anymore.
Genderswap
She’s wearing an outfit that’s really quite ridiculous - black leather corset exposing veritable acres of cleavage, skirt so short it’s obscene - and smiles beguilingly when she catches Kris looking.
“What’s your name?” he asks. He’s not usually this forward but there’s just… there’s something about this girl.
“Eve,” she responds, twirling a lock of long, blue-black hair around her perfectly manicured fingertip. “As in, ‘Adam and.’”
Hurt/comfort
“Heyyy, man.”
Adam’s smile is wide and easy as he steps aside to let Kris through his dressing room door, and it only makes Kris feel worse. He just won, and Adam didn’t, and it all feels so wrong. Adam’s perfectly plucked eyebrows curve into a concerned frown.
“What’s the matter?”
“You deserved it,” Kris chokes out, barely able to maintain eye contact. “I’m sorry I… it should’ve been yours.”
Adam throws back his head and laughs. When Kris just sort of stares at him, he tackles the other man in a big, reassuring bear hug. “You rocked it, are you kidding me? I’m proud to come second to you.”
Kris finds himself blushing and smiling and trying not to cry all at once, but mostly? Mostly he’s just hugging Adam back.
Smut
“Oh,” Kris manages, shocked at how… how filled he feels. He hadn’t expected it to be like this.
Adam’s eyes are warm and kind, his gaze tinged with concern. “Okay?” he whispers, stroking Kris’ cheek with his fingertip.
Kris bumps his lips against Adam’s in a clumsy kiss because just saying “Yes” isn’t enough.
Marriage
“Do you have something old?”
They’re not technically supposed to see each other before the wedding, but sitting around doing nothing had only served to make Kris more nervous. Besides, Adam’s a calming influence.
Adam indicates the delicate chain around his wrist. “It was my grandmother’s.”
“Okay - something new?”
He tugs at the lapels of his shiny gray suit. It’s not silver - not quite. Getting married in a silver suit would be so gauche.
“Something borr - oh, yeah.” Kris blushes a little and sheepishly fingers the tie that hangs from Adam’s neck. “What about your something blue?”
Adam grins wickedly and grabs Kris’ hand, rubbing his fingertip across the deep blue polish adorning the thumbnail. “You’re it, baby.”
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