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Royal Pain (Romani Detective Original Fiction)
Title: Royal Pain
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,215
Summary: A young monk is in love with his prince, although they know it never can be.
Author’s Note: Written for the February Bingo at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words. My card is here. Covers both the Royal Court and Soul Mates squares.
Every morning following prayers, he made the same trip. After stuffing a small book, some parchment, and a quill into his makeshift bag, Andrej hurried out of the monastery and down the long road leading to the castle. He had to be sure to arrive by the last chime of the church bells or he wouldn’t be allowed in. If there was one thing the king hated, it was tardiness.
Andrej wasn’t ever tardy, however, because he enjoyed his job as the prince’s tutor. Iacob was tall and handsome, his pale skin and ginger hair making him stand out among all other men. Although it was against the rules, he often imagined the two of them alone, walking through the grassy fields surrounding the castle. Each time Iacob bent over the parchment, forming his letters and working his sums, lips pursed in concentration, Andrej dreamed of kissing the young prince and holding him tight.
To date, Iacob hadn’t deigned to make his fantasies into reality, but maybe today would be that day? Andrej tugged the leather strap of his bag higher onto his shoulder, arriving at the gates of the castle with two bell tolls to spare. He could see a wisp of fiery hair poking out of one of the windows high above the courtyard and Andrej smiled to himself. Iacob was as anxious to see him as he was to be here. He gave the now-empty window a last glance and trudged inside.
Iacob was a smart boy, even for a spoiled, coddled princeling, and it never failed to impress Andrej when his prince figured a sum quicker than the day before. Andrej pointed to the next problem and the redhead turned, looked up at him with those piercing, ice blue eyes. A pale hand reached out and brushed against Andrej’s darker skin. His heart skittered and then settled into a more normal, if highly rapid, pace.
“Andrej,” he whispered, leaning in closer. “My sweet tutor…”
Speechless, Andrej felt himself drawn in towards the other man, wanting all of his daydreams to become reality. Iacob’s breath was hot on his skin, his lips so close to his own mouth. He could almost taste the spiced red wine the royals drank with their every meal…
**
Andrej shot straight up in bed, the blaring alarm startling him into wakefulness. Hand on his heart, he slapped the snooze button on the clock and looked around his now quiet room. James slept soundly beside him, undisturbed by the alarm or Andrej’s sudden wakefulness. He brushed his fingers across James’ forehead, sweeping the coppery bangs to the side.
This was the third dream of this nature in the past two months. Sometimes they were tame and chaste like this one had been, and other times… well, other times they were as racy as their present day life. Perhaps it was due to the sheer volume of romance novels he read, or possibly it was the universe inserting itself into his sleep, but it was beginning to weird him out a bit.
“You okay, Andy,” James muttered into his pillow. “You look a little off.”
“I was dreaming,” he said, leaving out the details, “and my alarm startled me. Go back to sleep, it’s early yet.”
James rolled onto his side and reached out for Andrej. “What were you dreaming about?”
The specifics of the dream fast forwarded through his mind, refreshing and embarrassing him at the same time. “Us,” he finally said. “I was a monk.”
“That’s not any fun,” James teased, giving Andrej’s hand a squeeze. “And me?”
“You were a prince, Jay,” he said, thinking about the book he’d finished the week before. “And I was your tutor.”
“Teaching me everything I needed to know, I suppose,” he chuckled.
Andrej felt the blush creeping into his cheeks. “Only math and language,” he said, looking away. It occurred to him however that he hadn’t been teaching James English in his dream, but Romanian. If he thought about it, however, it made sense that the words he’d see and hear in his dreams would be in his native tongue.
“Again,” James said, stretching his long arms over his head, “not any fun. Is this the first dream you’ve had about us?”
“No,” he admitted. “There have been many since the day we met. More since we started dating. All of them have been… odd.”
James propped his head on his hand and watched Andrej. “Odd? How so?”
Rubbing his hands across his eyes, Andrej thought about how to explain it to James. “None of them are contemporary, each one has been set at various points in history. World War I. Ming Dynasty China. Victorian Era England,” the last of which had been one of the hottest, sexiest dreams he’d ever had. “The Old West.” And that one had included Zayne as a Doc Holliday type that Andrej had fallen hopelessly for.
“At the risk of sounding like I just stepped out of a chick flick,” he smiled and tapped a finger on the tip of Andrej’s nose, “I’m beginning to wonder if you think we’re soulmates.”
Was there even such a thing, he wondered. “No,” Andrej said, drawing the words out as he put his thoughts together. “I don’t believe any such thing.”
“What are you two talking about,” Zayne asked, wandering into the bedroom and climbing in beside Andrej. “It’s too damn early on a Saturday for anything but sleep.”
“Soul mates,” James said.
“My strange dreams,” Andrej said at the same time.
“His dreams are telling him that he and I are soul mates,” James clarified.
“So, romance novel shit,” Zayne concluded, snuggling into Andrej’s body. “I’m going back to sleep.”
“Does that mean you don’t believe in soul mates,” James asked, “or that you don’t care that Andy and I are soul mates?”
“Neither,” Zayne yawned. “No, scratch that, both.”
“You do realize that if he and I are soul mates,” James said, poking a finger in Zayne’s side, “that means you’re just a plaything in our little world.”
Andrej sighed inwardly. If either man had any idea how many dreams he had where the three of them were a romantic trio, they’d be shocked. Not to mention the ongoing series wherein he and Zayne were frantically searching for the anonymous, missing third part of their lives. Even though he knew his dreams weren’t prophetic, he did sometimes have to wonder if his psyche was linked to something otherworldly.
“Can we please go back to sleep,” Andrej asked, hoping to avoid any more discussion on this. “We are all here and we are all happy, so there is no need to debate this any further.”
“Agreed,” Zayne said, curling an arm around Andrej’s middle and pulling him close.
“For once, I won’t argue,” James said in solidarity.
Thank the gods, Andrej thought. He could feel James’ steady breathing deepen as he drifted off to sleep. Even Zayne’s soft snoring was a welcome sound in the dark room. He eventually drifted off himself while wondering if it was possible to have your soul split not just in two, but into three. It was a question he might not ever get an answer to, but he was fairly certain his heart had found a working solution.
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,215
Summary: A young monk is in love with his prince, although they know it never can be.
Author’s Note: Written for the February Bingo at
1_million_words. My card is here. Covers both the Royal Court and Soul Mates squares.Every morning following prayers, he made the same trip. After stuffing a small book, some parchment, and a quill into his makeshift bag, Andrej hurried out of the monastery and down the long road leading to the castle. He had to be sure to arrive by the last chime of the church bells or he wouldn’t be allowed in. If there was one thing the king hated, it was tardiness.
Andrej wasn’t ever tardy, however, because he enjoyed his job as the prince’s tutor. Iacob was tall and handsome, his pale skin and ginger hair making him stand out among all other men. Although it was against the rules, he often imagined the two of them alone, walking through the grassy fields surrounding the castle. Each time Iacob bent over the parchment, forming his letters and working his sums, lips pursed in concentration, Andrej dreamed of kissing the young prince and holding him tight.
To date, Iacob hadn’t deigned to make his fantasies into reality, but maybe today would be that day? Andrej tugged the leather strap of his bag higher onto his shoulder, arriving at the gates of the castle with two bell tolls to spare. He could see a wisp of fiery hair poking out of one of the windows high above the courtyard and Andrej smiled to himself. Iacob was as anxious to see him as he was to be here. He gave the now-empty window a last glance and trudged inside.
Iacob was a smart boy, even for a spoiled, coddled princeling, and it never failed to impress Andrej when his prince figured a sum quicker than the day before. Andrej pointed to the next problem and the redhead turned, looked up at him with those piercing, ice blue eyes. A pale hand reached out and brushed against Andrej’s darker skin. His heart skittered and then settled into a more normal, if highly rapid, pace.
“Andrej,” he whispered, leaning in closer. “My sweet tutor…”
Speechless, Andrej felt himself drawn in towards the other man, wanting all of his daydreams to become reality. Iacob’s breath was hot on his skin, his lips so close to his own mouth. He could almost taste the spiced red wine the royals drank with their every meal…
**
Andrej shot straight up in bed, the blaring alarm startling him into wakefulness. Hand on his heart, he slapped the snooze button on the clock and looked around his now quiet room. James slept soundly beside him, undisturbed by the alarm or Andrej’s sudden wakefulness. He brushed his fingers across James’ forehead, sweeping the coppery bangs to the side.
This was the third dream of this nature in the past two months. Sometimes they were tame and chaste like this one had been, and other times… well, other times they were as racy as their present day life. Perhaps it was due to the sheer volume of romance novels he read, or possibly it was the universe inserting itself into his sleep, but it was beginning to weird him out a bit.
“You okay, Andy,” James muttered into his pillow. “You look a little off.”
“I was dreaming,” he said, leaving out the details, “and my alarm startled me. Go back to sleep, it’s early yet.”
James rolled onto his side and reached out for Andrej. “What were you dreaming about?”
The specifics of the dream fast forwarded through his mind, refreshing and embarrassing him at the same time. “Us,” he finally said. “I was a monk.”
“That’s not any fun,” James teased, giving Andrej’s hand a squeeze. “And me?”
“You were a prince, Jay,” he said, thinking about the book he’d finished the week before. “And I was your tutor.”
“Teaching me everything I needed to know, I suppose,” he chuckled.
Andrej felt the blush creeping into his cheeks. “Only math and language,” he said, looking away. It occurred to him however that he hadn’t been teaching James English in his dream, but Romanian. If he thought about it, however, it made sense that the words he’d see and hear in his dreams would be in his native tongue.
“Again,” James said, stretching his long arms over his head, “not any fun. Is this the first dream you’ve had about us?”
“No,” he admitted. “There have been many since the day we met. More since we started dating. All of them have been… odd.”
James propped his head on his hand and watched Andrej. “Odd? How so?”
Rubbing his hands across his eyes, Andrej thought about how to explain it to James. “None of them are contemporary, each one has been set at various points in history. World War I. Ming Dynasty China. Victorian Era England,” the last of which had been one of the hottest, sexiest dreams he’d ever had. “The Old West.” And that one had included Zayne as a Doc Holliday type that Andrej had fallen hopelessly for.
“At the risk of sounding like I just stepped out of a chick flick,” he smiled and tapped a finger on the tip of Andrej’s nose, “I’m beginning to wonder if you think we’re soulmates.”
Was there even such a thing, he wondered. “No,” Andrej said, drawing the words out as he put his thoughts together. “I don’t believe any such thing.”
“What are you two talking about,” Zayne asked, wandering into the bedroom and climbing in beside Andrej. “It’s too damn early on a Saturday for anything but sleep.”
“Soul mates,” James said.
“My strange dreams,” Andrej said at the same time.
“His dreams are telling him that he and I are soul mates,” James clarified.
“So, romance novel shit,” Zayne concluded, snuggling into Andrej’s body. “I’m going back to sleep.”
“Does that mean you don’t believe in soul mates,” James asked, “or that you don’t care that Andy and I are soul mates?”
“Neither,” Zayne yawned. “No, scratch that, both.”
“You do realize that if he and I are soul mates,” James said, poking a finger in Zayne’s side, “that means you’re just a plaything in our little world.”
Andrej sighed inwardly. If either man had any idea how many dreams he had where the three of them were a romantic trio, they’d be shocked. Not to mention the ongoing series wherein he and Zayne were frantically searching for the anonymous, missing third part of their lives. Even though he knew his dreams weren’t prophetic, he did sometimes have to wonder if his psyche was linked to something otherworldly.
“Can we please go back to sleep,” Andrej asked, hoping to avoid any more discussion on this. “We are all here and we are all happy, so there is no need to debate this any further.”
“Agreed,” Zayne said, curling an arm around Andrej’s middle and pulling him close.
“For once, I won’t argue,” James said in solidarity.
Thank the gods, Andrej thought. He could feel James’ steady breathing deepen as he drifted off to sleep. Even Zayne’s soft snoring was a welcome sound in the dark room. He eventually drifted off himself while wondering if it was possible to have your soul split not just in two, but into three. It was a question he might not ever get an answer to, but he was fairly certain his heart had found a working solution.
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But I'm all in on that romantic holiday. :D