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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Possibility Two
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 793
Summary: Andrej reflects on the things he’d been told as a child and how different things are for him now.
Author’s Note: Written for the weekend challenge at 1_million_words. My prompt was Possibility Two and I immediately thought of these three yahoos.
He’d always been told that there was only one possibility for happiness: one man plus one woman. Whether children followed or not had been left up to him, although Zeklos was positive his parents had hoped for grandchildren. Lots and lots of grandchildren.
That hadn’t ever been an option as far as Andrej was concerned. As much as he loved and respected his parents, he couldn’t bring himself to marry a woman for the sake of appearances. It wasn’t fair t himself or to whatever woman he chose. Thankfully, they’d understood, eventually, even if his mother had worried he’d spend his life alone.
Andrej looked up from where he sat at the kitchen table. Zayne strolled by, pushing the lawn mower, a hearty sheen of sweat coating his bare chest. While Zeklos had been alone for a long time, much too long, honestly, he’d never truly been by himself. There had always been Zayne. Even if he never thought he’d ever spend a night in his partner’s arms, Zeklos knew Reyes would always be there when he needed him most.
Then he’d met James and fallen hard for the sarcastic yet sweet ginger. It had been a revelation to Andrej, this being in an actual relationship. Whatever he’d had before James, that on again, off again thing he’d enjoyed with Elias, it paled in comparison to what he now enjoyed. There was something comforting and uplifting about knowing there was someone out there that would do anything to make you smile.
Zeklos looked towards the kitchen and smiled at the sound of pots clanging. James had offered to wash the breakfast dishes even though he had prepared their morning meal himself. It made Andrej smile to think about it, since it was usually him doing both the cooking and cleaning up. Then, Zayne had commented on the state of the grass in the back yard. All three of them knew that it had needed cutting, but with the hours they worked, it had been pushed to the side more than once. Shockingly enough, Reyes had put his plate in the sink and gone out to deal with the mile high grass.
It was the craziest thing.
He had come to believe that the ideals pushed onto him as a child had been wrong or, at least, inaccurate. There was more than one option for happiness. For Zeklos, anyway, there was a second possibility, one that lay in the hands of the dish washing redhead and the sweaty, potentially smelly cowboy in the back yard. It didn’t have to be one man and one woman, or even one man with one other man. Sometimes, it could be three very different men who fought and loved and worked until it all fit together in its own, bizarre way.
James came into the dining room. “I’m going to help the cowboy with the yard,” he said, ruffling Zeklos’ mussy hair.
“Thank you,” Andrej said, knowing it should have been him out there, raking and bagging and doing the little things while Zayne mowed.
But both James and Zayne had insisted he sit, relax, and enjoy his Sunday while he could. They all knew how quickly a quiet afternoon could turn into a hectic work day when they least expected it. He felt a little guilty, sitting here at the table reading the paper, but he also relished these little moments when his two men worked together. It was beautiful and made his heart happy to see. Although he’d never dreamed he’d find such a rewarding if complicated relationship, it was definitely what he needed.
He looked out the back door again and saw James and Zayne involved in what appeared to be an intense discussion about something. Shaking his head, Zeklos folded the paper and left it on the table for James to read later. Taking his mug into the kitchen, he refilled it with coffee and took himself into the living room, a place where he could neither hear nor see his two lovers arguing. It was for the best. Besides, it was Sunday, and he was pretty certain he could find an old western on the television if he tried hard enough.
Smiling, Andrej chided himself for being such a brat by ignoring them. They’d work it out, they always did, and usually it was better if Zeklos stayed out of the discussion.
He’d always hoped there was an alternate to what society thought was the one route to a happy, successful life. It might have taken him most of his life to figure it out, but finally he found his possibility number two… in the form of two bigheaded, handsome detectives. It wasn’t always easy, but it was definitely one wild ass ride.
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 793
Summary: Andrej reflects on the things he’d been told as a child and how different things are for him now.
Author’s Note: Written for the weekend challenge at 1_million_words. My prompt was Possibility Two and I immediately thought of these three yahoos.
He’d always been told that there was only one possibility for happiness: one man plus one woman. Whether children followed or not had been left up to him, although Zeklos was positive his parents had hoped for grandchildren. Lots and lots of grandchildren.
That hadn’t ever been an option as far as Andrej was concerned. As much as he loved and respected his parents, he couldn’t bring himself to marry a woman for the sake of appearances. It wasn’t fair t himself or to whatever woman he chose. Thankfully, they’d understood, eventually, even if his mother had worried he’d spend his life alone.
Andrej looked up from where he sat at the kitchen table. Zayne strolled by, pushing the lawn mower, a hearty sheen of sweat coating his bare chest. While Zeklos had been alone for a long time, much too long, honestly, he’d never truly been by himself. There had always been Zayne. Even if he never thought he’d ever spend a night in his partner’s arms, Zeklos knew Reyes would always be there when he needed him most.
Then he’d met James and fallen hard for the sarcastic yet sweet ginger. It had been a revelation to Andrej, this being in an actual relationship. Whatever he’d had before James, that on again, off again thing he’d enjoyed with Elias, it paled in comparison to what he now enjoyed. There was something comforting and uplifting about knowing there was someone out there that would do anything to make you smile.
Zeklos looked towards the kitchen and smiled at the sound of pots clanging. James had offered to wash the breakfast dishes even though he had prepared their morning meal himself. It made Andrej smile to think about it, since it was usually him doing both the cooking and cleaning up. Then, Zayne had commented on the state of the grass in the back yard. All three of them knew that it had needed cutting, but with the hours they worked, it had been pushed to the side more than once. Shockingly enough, Reyes had put his plate in the sink and gone out to deal with the mile high grass.
It was the craziest thing.
He had come to believe that the ideals pushed onto him as a child had been wrong or, at least, inaccurate. There was more than one option for happiness. For Zeklos, anyway, there was a second possibility, one that lay in the hands of the dish washing redhead and the sweaty, potentially smelly cowboy in the back yard. It didn’t have to be one man and one woman, or even one man with one other man. Sometimes, it could be three very different men who fought and loved and worked until it all fit together in its own, bizarre way.
James came into the dining room. “I’m going to help the cowboy with the yard,” he said, ruffling Zeklos’ mussy hair.
“Thank you,” Andrej said, knowing it should have been him out there, raking and bagging and doing the little things while Zayne mowed.
But both James and Zayne had insisted he sit, relax, and enjoy his Sunday while he could. They all knew how quickly a quiet afternoon could turn into a hectic work day when they least expected it. He felt a little guilty, sitting here at the table reading the paper, but he also relished these little moments when his two men worked together. It was beautiful and made his heart happy to see. Although he’d never dreamed he’d find such a rewarding if complicated relationship, it was definitely what he needed.
He looked out the back door again and saw James and Zayne involved in what appeared to be an intense discussion about something. Shaking his head, Zeklos folded the paper and left it on the table for James to read later. Taking his mug into the kitchen, he refilled it with coffee and took himself into the living room, a place where he could neither hear nor see his two lovers arguing. It was for the best. Besides, it was Sunday, and he was pretty certain he could find an old western on the television if he tried hard enough.
Smiling, Andrej chided himself for being such a brat by ignoring them. They’d work it out, they always did, and usually it was better if Zeklos stayed out of the discussion.
He’d always hoped there was an alternate to what society thought was the one route to a happy, successful life. It might have taken him most of his life to figure it out, but finally he found his possibility number two… in the form of two bigheaded, handsome detectives. It wasn’t always easy, but it was definitely one wild ass ride.
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Date: 2016-11-06 06:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-06 07:23 pm (UTC)I know, right? They need to start earning their keep. :)