A Little Fairy Tail

by J. Hali Steele

A Little Fairy Tail - J. Hali Steele
Editions:Kindle - First Edition: $ 0.99 USD
ISBN: B0835T7QPN
Pages: 48

A new dawn and things are all mashed up.

Cirylian, an elfairy with a bloody secret, wants his human. His human wants to keep Pandora's box because it was a gift and she's got a bunch.

Zeus isn't happy, Lucifer sings him a song and, hell, everyone is all mashed up, screwed up, and fired up.

Cirylian’s got this—maybe!? Find out in A Little Fairy Tail.

Warning: Contains lots of dialogue. If that’s not enjoyable to you when reading—skip this one.

#fantasy #gay #gods #mashup #mm #shortstory

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Publisher: Independently Published
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 46-65
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Biological Urge to Mate, Fairy Tales Revisited, Fated Mates / Soul Mates
Word Count: 10800
Setting: United States, Pennsylvania, Thorndale
Languages Available: English
Excerpt:

A north wind blew through the room dislodging covers. Windows rattled, floor popped up and down causing the bed to dance across the space. “Fuck’s sake.” Cir pulled a blanket over himself and Philip. “Have you no decency?”

“Not my first time seeing bare asses.” Zeus’ laughter jostled the bed again. “I mean, look at nude statues in their museums. I knew those guys when. Some portray my children but a couple of those depicted I knew intimately.” He leaned against the door jamb. “I got shit to do. Get up.”

“Cir, who…”

“Philip, Zeus. Zeus…”

“I know who the hell he is. You boys are causing quite the stir.”

Whipping up a pair of black slacks to cover his butt, Cir asked, “Aren’t you overdressed for breaking and entering?”

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“Lucifer threw a party at his club on the east side. He likes it when everyone turns out tuxedoed up to hear him play his piano.” Jerking away, he growled over his shoulder, “Living room. Now.”

“Philip, I’ve met him twice. I can give no advice on how to handle Zeus other than be careful.” He fabricated sweats for Philip. “Come on.”

Hardly time to sit before Zeus boomed, “Where’s the fucking box?”

“Pandora’s box?”

“Wait. You gave me Pandora’s box?”

“Not now, Philip.” Cirylian flicked his fingers. “She has hundreds.”

“What?”

“For crying out loud. Give me the damn box.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?” Miniscule thunderbolts burned through the coffee table.

Cirylian hoped to prevent them becoming larger. “Philip.”

“You gave it to me as a gift. I’m keeping it.”

“You can’t handle your piece of ass, Cirylian, I will.”

“Hold on a fucking minute. You can’t waltz in here spouting orders. The chest was a gift and I intend to keep it. I’ve been through a fantastically weird week but I haven’t forgotten good old-fashioned manners. You’re in my home and you will treat me and my guest with respect or get the hell out.” Building rocked on its foundation for the second time tonight. “And you bastards need to stop knocking shit off kilter. What would people think?”

“Jeez, let me ask everyone how they felt last time Atlas shrugged and resulting earthquakes sent buildings sinking beneath earth’s crust.” Zeus chuckled. “I see why they both covet your saucy ass.”

“Look, Mister Zeus, there was no plague in the box.”

Mister. Are you mad?”

Cirylian cringed. This was not going well. “Philip, the box.”

“No. The only importance it holds is it was a gift from someone I now care about.”

“How do you know there was no plague?” Cir noted perplexed lines crease Zeus’ forehead. Odd.

“Last time I looked, there were no boils on my ass, no locust swarming, and no rivers running red with blood. Pandora likely still has that box.”

“I can remedy your lack of boils.”

Something’s amiss. Zeus couldn’t sense the box. Battling his writhing kindred, avoiding having Philip eviscerated by thunderbolts, Cyrilian had his work cut out. “What’s so important about that box?”

“Prometheus and Pandora, playing stupid games, should never have let you into her room. They did it on purpose.” Zeus stood and paced. “That woman has no idea havoc one of those chests could trigger. Prometheus fucks with her because it pisses off his brother, Epimetheus.”

“What is important? I deserve to know as your people saw fit to fuck with me.”

“Goddamn it. Poseidon kept painite in the box. A very rare and, if you ask me, ugly ass orangy red gemstone carrying trace amounts of vanadium. Without holding science class, let me simply say vanadium has been found in algae located in basins of the Vindhya mountain range—a particular life form in existence over a billion years.”

“It wasn’t Athena’s blood. Painite tarnished the thunderbolt the Viking possessed for a short time. It’s responsible for the kindred.”

“Yes.”

“Isn’t this a little like closing the barn door after the chickens left?”

“Cir,” Philip chimed, “you mean closing the stable door after the horse has run away.”

“Whatever.” Cirylian observed Zeus nibbling his fingernail. “He’s here, he’s in me and I don’t plan on dying. But you do need better control of your crew.”

“For fuck’s sake, you’re all my crew as you put it.” He stared at Cirylian. “You’re worse than your lover.” Sapphire blue eyes sparked. “Such protective guise.”

“Trust me, it’s not pretense.”

“Can either of you control this beast forever?”

“Not alone.”

“Meaning?”

“Give us Philip. Forever.”

“You asking me to grant the human eternal life?”

“Exactly. He can control him.”

“Shit! They’re mated?”

“Yes.”

“And he’s let you have him too? Unfuckingbelievable.”

“What’s incredible is that you, God of Gods didn’t know this.” Cir watched Philip stride to where the chest was stashed and sat so his feet hid it. His lover struck another verbal blow. “You can’t find the box without us.”

“I could really learn to either like you or hate you. You’re a smart ass.” He grinned at Philip. “I’m going to watch how this plays out. The box does not go back to Pandora. Is that understood?”

“Nobody’s taking my gift. You people need to be more responsible in regards to what you let get out of control.”

“Philip, Zeus has said you can keep the box for now.”

“There is no power on earth or, shit, on Mount Olympus or where ever you hang your hat, no one is taking it from me.”

Razor sharp bolts pierced the wall. “I will redecorate the hell out this shit hole you call home.”

“Burn it down. It’s temporary.”

“Philip!” Cir made sure his lover noticed fire blazing in his eyes. It was the kindred’s wish he ceased provoking Zeus. “Please.”

“Fine. Next time knock.”

Zeus shook his head and peered at Cir. “Good luck with this one. Pretty black hair will likely be white from worry next time I see your ass.” He faced Philip. “I like—elfairy.” Studying Cirylian, he mocked, “It works your majesty. I’m going to enjoy watching you control your new realm. You’ll quickly realize ruling is not easy.” He was gone in a blink.

“I am surprised we are unscathed.”

“Cir, he genuinely likes us. I manage a business rife with brownnosers. Believe me, he’s tired of having his ass kissed twenty-four-seven.”

Laughing, he hugged Philip and declared, “You may be right.

COLLAPSE

Warning: If you don't enjoy books heavy on dialogue - this story is not for you.

About the Author

J. Hali Steele wishes she could grow fur, wings, or fangs, so she can stay warm, fly, or just plain bite the crap out of... Well, she can't do those things but she wishes she could! Multi-published author of Romance including Contemporary, LGBTQ, Paranormal, and ReligErotica stories where humans, vampyres, shapeshifters and angels often collide—they collide a lot! When J. Hali's not writing or reading, she can be found snuggled in front of the TV with a cat in her lap, and a cup of coffee.

My Quotes:

Growl and roar—it's okay to let the beast out. – J. Hali Steele

Death is overrated as punishment. – J. Hali Steele (from The Descendants)

Life is complicated, it’s loud, death arrives silently. – J. Hali Steele (from Twice the Burn)


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