Tag: basic chickens

For the anon prompt I got a few days ago. 

*********

It all started with that bloody photo. 

Adam hadn’t even meant to look, not really, but the aging album on their table was so out of place he couldn’t help but open to see the inside. 

The first couple of photos were babies with a man Adam didn’t know, which was strange, but when he looked closer he saw a familiar lip. 

Baby pictures of Elias and his brother. 

He smiled and turned more pages, surprised that the book was out at all. They had gone to bed early last night because Elias was going to the doctor in the morning so he clearly remembered cleaning the table off before then. 

Had Elias taken these out this morning? 

Adam turned more pages and watched Elias and Gabriel grow up before his eyes. Their father clearly favored Elias as most of the pictures were of him which only made the book more adorable. He flipped another page and froze. 

“Oh.” 

Elias had to be seventeen or even younger in the photo, his baby face quite evident though he still had the same facial hair. 

And he was bloody gorgeous. 

Adam picked the book up and held it closer to him. He felt for the poor thing, stuck with idiots who couldn’t get beyond one difference to see the beauty Elias had been. He caught so caught up in turning the next few pages and seeing the sad teenage Elias developing he didn’t hear the door. 

He did however hear Elias’s sniffles. 

Adam looked up and saw he held a bag in his hands and there were tears in his eyes. 

“Love, what happened?” 

Elias looked down at the book. “That’s not yours.” 

“I just was looking, Curly,” he grabbed Elias’s hand, “What’s wrong?” 

He wouldn’t look away from the pictures. “I was so handsome.” 

“You still are, Darling,” Adam chuckled, “Though I have to say if I’d known you at this age you’d better believe I’d have been all over you.” 

Elias clutched the bag tight and his mouth quivered. “I’m sorry.” 

Adam stood and reached out to touch him just as Elias flinched away. “Elias?” 

“I need to shower.” 

He hurried down the hall and into the loo. Adam stood up to go after him and stopped at the calendar they’d placed on the wall not far from it. The doctor’s appointment had been written on today along with a word he hadn’t been told. 

Eye. 

Elias had gone to the eye doctor. 

Adam smiled and took two more steps before he knocked. “Curly, let me in.” 

The shower started and he heard Elias’s sniffles grow louder even over the spray. “I’m showering!” 

He sighed. “Come now, love. I’m sure it’s not all that bad you have glasses.” 

Elias didn’t answer him. 

Well if Elias wasn’t going to let him inside Adam would get in on his own. He went to their bedroom and got his kit. He had picked enough locks in his delinquent years snatching things from stores that the skill had been honed quite expertly. He heard Elias’s crying get louder and his hand slipped. Adam cursed as one of his picks fell. 

He grabbed the silly thing and started again. 

The pick hit just right and he smiled. “Perfect.” 

Adam turned the knob and saw Elias bent forward as he sat on the toilet. 

He wore the glasses, the black frame evident against his face, though Adam could see nothing.

“Darling, let me see.” 

Elias jumped and nearly fell off the rim. “I AM SHOWERING!” 

Adam blinked. 

“Oh.” 

Elias’s glasses were quite old fashioned which was perfect for him. The round black frames were something out of a silent film and they did nothing but make him more handsome. 

“I did not want you to see me so ugly,” Elias mumbled, “I understand if you no longer wish to have sex with me as I am now an old man.” 

Adam smiled. “It is quite dire, I see now. You know I can only have sexual relations with men who have perfect eyesight. They say your penis gets smaller the longer you wear those so…” 

Elias’s lip quivered again and Adam stepped closer to touch his cheeks. 

“I’m kidding, Curly. Honestly we’ve been together long enough for you to know when I’m playing a joke.” 

Elias’s hands shook as he put them over Adam’s. “It is rude to laugh at other people’s miseries, especially when you profess to love that person.” 

Adam leaned in and their lips were close enough to touch. “I apologize, love. I just couldn’t help but get lost in that handsome face of yours.” 

“I am n–” 

Adam kissed him quiet, sucking on his top lip just like he knew he liked before he reached down between them to palm his cock. Elias groaned and Adam teased his tongue in just as he pulled away. He sighed. 

“You look fucking sexy in those glasses.” 

Elias licked his lips. “I do?” 

“Oh yes,” Adam said, “I…I like the glasses.” 

Elias smiled and he puffed out his chest. “As you should.” 

Adam grinned. “You wanna…take that shower now?” 

Elias did. 

slashyrogue:

The envelope came in the mail, so small that Adam almost missed it.

No name, though when he smelled it the scent was oddly familiar.

The sight of the card inside brought back so many memories he had to sit down, the sudden rush of warmth in his hand making him squeeze to be sure there was no one holding it.

You’re EGGsactly right for me Be My Valentine.

He turned it over, the tiny heart on the other side filled in with the same name he’d expected to see.

Elias

But this time there was a phone number underneath. He stared at it for some time, sighing before putting it back down.

Instead he picked up the phone and called his mother.

“Hello poppet,” her voice made him angrier than anything.

“You told him where I was,” he accused, “You…”

His mother’s sigh made him look down at the children’s card again.

“The poor little thing came here all excited to see you and I’d be a monster not to!”

“You know I’m not that…”

Another sigh. “Poppet, you can fuck around all you damn like but even at six years old I knew that poor disfigured…”

Adam snapped, “He wasn’t disfigured!”

His mother was quiet and Adam ran his hand across his face. “He’s here? In the states?”

“Was there a stamp on that envelope, Adam?”

Adam closed his eyes. “No. But I’m not calling him. He’ll go away if I just ignore him.”

His mother hummed. “You cried yourself to sleep for days after Elias moved away, poppet. Will you cry again?”

Adam hung up on her, looking down and realizing he had picked up the valentine card without realizing. He remembered exchanging them with Elias then, the bright smile on the other boy’s face when Adam kissed him.

He sighed and picked up the phone, hands shaking as he dialed.

“Hello Addie.”

Adam smiled. “Hi.”

I’ve had the photoset since before last year but the story just finally decided to grace me with its presence. It might not exactly fit with all the photoset pictures but oh well. lol. This is a spin-off of Daddy’s Little Monster  

Basic Chickens AU: Stupid Cupid 

Adam still remembered when they met.

His father had taken him with to the annual meeting when he was just a cherub and the loudness of Santa’s workshop dazzled every one of his senses. He’d been taken to the large room and introduced to many but only that one still stuck in his mind eons later.

The bunny with the strange lip.

Elias had been taller than him but way more frightened, hiding behind while their fathers spoke.

“Son, this is Emilio’s little boy. Say hello to Elias.”

Adam had been so young then, arrogant about his smooth baby face, and asked something Elias never seemed to forget.

“What’s wrong with his mouth?”

His father scolded him and Adam was made to apologize but the tears from the little boy with the bunny ears never stopped.

Adam had never been taken to another meeting.

When he became Cupid the first thing he did was try to apologize but Elias acknowledge him. Decades of bitterness festered in Adam till he did the only thing he could to catch the Easter Bunny’s attention.

Teasing.

Over the next few decades he would snatch Elias’s eggs, color his drinks pink, and even other times his hair. The other holiday incarnations thought it was amusing but Elias did not. He did however start to acknowledge Adam.

Very very loudly.

He also started to bother him back.

Adam was impressed by the power of his magic, the dozens of eggs he could make appear at Will and the way he seemed fixated on making Adam’s wings and halo Easter themed.

Their back and forth lasted almost a quarter century before Adam’s mouth squashed the fun just as before.

It was a typical meeting that ended with their normal antics. Adam had hidden his egg basket and placed it under Uncle Sam’s hat. The older man had not been too amused to be included though others had chuckled.

Elias had been furious to find several eggs were broken upon retrieval.

“THESE ARE VERY IMPORTANT! YOU—“

“They’re eggs,” Adam muttered, “You can make them appear any bloody time you like. There’s no reason to be upset.”

Elias stomped over and poked him in his bare chest. “NO REASON? NO REASON? Well then, I will just…”

He reached out and grabbed Adam’s halo. The surprise and shocked gasps in the room echoed in Adam’s ears.

“Give that back.”

The halo was a great symbol of his being the incarnation of Cupid. His family had passed it down for generations.

Elias laughed. “It’s just a halo. You can make another!”

Adam snarled and reached out with his magic. The halo wouldn’t move from Elias’s hand.

“GIVE IT TO ME YOU UGLY DEFORMED BUNNY!”

Elias’s shock was genuine, as were his tears. Adam’s stomach hurt at the sight of them after so long a time.

He handed Adam the halo and walked out of the meeting space without a word.

Several of the others glared at Adam after he left, including Santa and the goddamn Krampus.

As if Hannibal had any right to be judgmental. Adam knew the lust he had in his heart for Santa’s teenage son.

He stomped out of the meeting and looked for Elias. The scent of him, chocolate sweetness that Adam had grown somewhat find of, was still in the air.

They were allowed to stay in Santa’s home for a few hours before and after the meetings to encourage camaraderie. He had time to find the bunny and apologize before then.

Adam reached out with his magic and felt a tug towards the candy workshop. 

Continued here: 

Stupid Cupid 

desperatelyseekingcannibals:

Basic Chickens’ Cinderella AU where…

Prince Adam was given until his 25th birthday to find a love match, or else his parents would marry him off to another kingdom to create an alliance. He isn’t much interested in love but doesn’t want to be married off either, so he hold’s a masked ball on the eve of his birthday in the hopes of finding… someone. 

Elias is the farmhand, servant and general dogsbody for his ugly stepbrothers. He dreams of being free, until one night a fairy visits him and tells him true love awaits at the the prince’s ball. She gives him a suit to wear, as white and sleek as a Charolais. A matching mask with the horns of a bull. 

At the ball Adam dances with all, and with Elias thrice, as they talk about the general rudeness of people and the best way to strike someone with a rolling pin. Adam is smitten by the forthright ways of his bull. 

At midnight the masks are removed and Elias is spotted by two of his brothers. Before they can drag him from the room he seeks the eyes of his prince. Hoping to impress upon him the already vast depth of his feelings. But he is removed by his brothers before Adam can move towards him.

Adam sends his valet far and wide across the land, telling him to find his bull before sundown of else be banished from the kingdom. He tears apart each and every home looking for the bull mask, until finally he sees a man. Such as the prince described, lumbering towards the barn of a great house. Within he finds the bull mask hidden in the bails of hay.

When Adam arrives at the home his valet has directed him to, he seeks out the barn as instructed. Within he finds his bull, in his cinder blackened rags, but instantly knows the man of his dreams. The someone he has sought. They make love there in the hay for the first time before they relocate to the palace to live happily ever after.

It was a salad that ruined Adam Towers career.

Okay it might not have been the salad’s fault completely but he thought perhaps he would have been in a better mood with a fucking hamburger when his boss said those three little words:

Full Moon Ball

He promised himself he’d never go to another after last year, after all that bullshit with the sweet young ingenue who stole Jean Duran’s attention away before Adam could get the scoop on his merger. The little tart had the nerve to stick her hand practically down the man’s pants before Adam could even get him to look up at him and fuck if he’d let another werewolf ignore him again.

Especially that one.

Handsome fucking fur monger.

So he said something bad that got him caused his boss to fire him.

“No fucking way I’ll go to the fur ball again.”

It was a horrible thing to say, he had to admit that, and the fact that he was a vampire didn’t go unnoticed. Also Mr. Ferrier was married to a were and yes, Adam was a fucking idiot.

With no job.

He was silent on his way out of the office, down the sidewalk, and hadn’t even said a word by the time he made it to the coffee house down the block.

Adam ordered his blood shot espresso and waited impatiently after, unable to stop his foot tap to the music of the coffee shop.

“God I hate this song.”

That’s when the word eruption began.

He started to tear into the man beside him, a long diatribe about the misuse of male power in the rock music industry that somehow turned into a rant about the vampire oppressive roller skate scene in the film Voluptuous Vampire Vixens.

His name was called, “Towers!” and Adam stopped to catch his breath. He also finally looked at the man who had been subject to his yelled rant for the past fifteen minutes.

The man’s looks alone made him think that there had to be a movie filming somewhere nearby because people didn’t dress that way anymore. He could have been a stock photo from a seventies pornographic film and Adam wouldn’t have thought twice. He had curly hair, a thick mustache, and his clothes had to have been kept since the actual seventies for the wear on them.

He took a sip of his coffee as the man’s name, “Eleeas?” was called.

“That is NOT my name,” he hissed, yellow eyes out and proud.

A fucking werewolf.

Of course he was.

Adam had assumed most of the weres in town for the ball would be a bit more high end but perhaps Duran had relatives that he kept secret.

He knew he’d keep this one secret too.

“You are a very learned vampire,” the man said, “Are you very old?”

Adam blinked. “What?”

The man, not Eleeas apparently, frowned. “I was asking if you were old or a young vampire. I’ve met very old vampires and they know a lot but most younger—“

Adam had never been complimented in his entire life by a were that wasn’t trying to fuck him. “Are you trying to pick me up? Because I think it’s safe to assume I’m not that bloody desperate for long tooth.”

The were’s lip twitched and eyes lit at the insult. “I don’t have sex with dead people, and I very much am NOT attracted to rude people of any type. Good day, vampire.”

And with that, not Eleeas was gone.

Which was when Adam suddenly realized what an asshole he’d been.

“Fuck.”

He rushed out after the werewolf, suddenly needing to make amends if only for a moment though when he called out the other man would not stop.

“Hey wait!”

The were went faster and Adam got more angry, the blood from his drink coagulating in his system to make him glide with such ease that he was in front of the werewolf in moments.

“I was talking to you!”

Correction.

He was in front of the CRYING werewolf in moments.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.”

The werewolf wiped at his eyes. “You need to learn manners and stop bothering people who were—“

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, “It’s been a shit day and I…I took it out on you. I apologize.”

The surprise on the Not Eleeas’s face was almost comical.

“You should be,” he said quick, “It was rude, even for a vampire.”

Adam grinned. “Like vampires are any less rude than werewolves.”

“I have never met a vampire who—“

Adam didn’t know what made him do it.

Perhaps the blood had gone bad?

The kiss was chaste, a bit of a taste really, and the grumpy werewolf instantly froze as if he’d bitten him to draw blood. He almost wanted to see what would happen if he did but refrained, instead teased a bit of tongue as they parted.

He patted the were’s cheek. “What’s your name?”

“Elias.”

Adam leaned in and smelled his neck, the shudder that weren’t through Elias quite adorable and a telltale sign of a virgin.

It had been AGES since he’d had a virgin.

Too bad this virgin had to have a tail.

He whispered, “Thank you for the compliment, Elias. Good day to you,” before he walked away.

Adam didn’t think he’d ever see Elias again.

But the next morning he got a call from his ex-boss who begged him to reconsider the Full Moon Ball.

He sent over a guest list and Adam was surprised to see a familiar name amongst the high end fur mongers.

Elias Thanatos.

Eldest Son of Evelio, who happened to own Thanatos Industries and hadn’t been seen in public for nearly twenty five years but was worth an estimated 20 million dollars.

“What time do they start the draw?”

His boss said nine thirty but Adam had been to the last one and knew it was at least a half hour after.

He planned on being the first up to bat.

It looked like Jean Duran was not the only interesting werewolf story in town.

“I promise you, Mr. Ferrier. I will be there with furry bells on.”

desperatelyseekingcannibals:

As some of you may have seen from my recent giveaway, I decided to get printed copies of some of my fics for the occasion. Since then, I’ve had interest from people wanting to know if they are up for public sale so I figured… why not? Both are now available on Amazon – see below for links.

Rare 
An Anthology of Rare Pairs by TigerPrawn.

This is a 200+ page paperback collecting together nine of my rare pair stories. I’ve selected some of my rarest of pairs, including: Le Chiffre and Aiden; Rochefort and Grigg; and Galen and Mortimer. Some are AU and some based in the canon of their source material, there are short fics split up by multi-chapter stories and hopefully a bit of something for all rare pair fans.
(The final two stories are omegaverse).
Proofed and edited for this volume, this is a collection of fluff and romance with just enough angst thrown in to keep you barreling towards that happy ending.


[AmazonUK – £8.99] [AmazonUS – $10.00]

It’s Not A Secret 
Basic Chickens 

100+ page, slim paperback featuring the main volume and first story in my It’s Not A Secret, Basic Chickens series. This is as much a thank you as anything, for all the support Fannibals gave this fic, hope some of you might enjoy it in this format.
Female-to-Male Transgender Londoner Adam keeps running into an infuriatingly rude Danish migrant Elias at different points during his transition. Elias is very confused by Adam, the easy friendship they develop and how attractive he starts to find the curious self-made man. 

[AmazonUK – £6.99] [AmazonUS – $8.00]

Thanks for checking this out! 😁😁😁 Feel free to drop any questions into my ask box!

I have both and they’re lovely. Very much worth the price.

For @daughterofthemurderhusbands

Elias was bent over the bed beside a bottle of lube when Adam walked inside their bedroom and stopped to admire the way his long legs dangled over the edge. The bright pink panties that covered his ass seemed uncomfortably tight to Adam when he came closer and ran his hand along the silk.

“How long have you been waiting?”

Elias whimpered.

“I do not remember.”

Adam smiled and peeled down the panties, pressed a finger inside his ass and reveled in the groan of pleasure from Elias.

“You fingered yourself? Without me?”

“Adam…”

He clicked his tongue and rolled Elias over. There were tear stains on his face and Adam pressed kisses to his cheeks over them.

“So good for me, Curly,” he moaned, “Keeping yourself ready.”

“I need to feel you.”

“After I ride you,” Adam teased, “We both need to have our fun don’t we?”

He half wanted to tease and hear whimpers of desperation from Elias but instead started to peel down the panties just a bit for better access. Elias gasped when his cock was freed and Adam licked his lips.

“Slide up for me, love.”

Elias nodded and moved up as Adam started to remove his clothes. He heard Elias whimper and stopped.

“No touching.”

“Adam,” Elias sighed, “Please hurry or I will have wasted all that time with my fingers.”

Adam stepped out of his trousers and peeled down his briefs very slowly.

“Oh Curly,” he chuckled, “You honestly think I don’t want to get my digits in you again?”

Elias groaned. “You are horrible.”

Adam grinned and kicked his briefs off the rest of the way before he climbed onto him. “But you love me.”

“I love you,” Elias sobbed, “It hurts, angel.”

Adam popped the cap and slicked up his fingers. “Shhh.”

“May I?”

“Get that lovely cock ready for me, Elias.”

Continued at: 

Panties by nightliferogue