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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Pizza Pests
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 756
Summary: Zayne doesn’t like Andrej’s choices of pizza toppings.
Author’s Note: Written for day 22 of the icon/drabble challenge at 1_million_words. Today’s words were: farm, eggplant, fighting (because what else do these three do), and pizza.
Zayne leaned over Zeklos’ shoulder, inhaling the sweet scent of tomatoes and the more savory smell of fresh basil, oregano, and thyme. When his boyfriend had offered to make pizzas for dinner, Zayne hadn’t thought he’d go to quite this length. The homemade dough was a given, Zek used breadmaking as a stress reliever, but the sauce from scratch was a bit overboard, even if it did smell amazing.
Andrej turned his face just enough to smile at Zayne before he went back to sprinkling cheese on the crust. Picking up a bowl from the counter, he started sprinkling a colorful mixture of bell peppers on top of the cheese.
“Please tell me that’s yours baby,” Zayne said, kissing Zek’s neck. “You know I don’t get along well with cooked bell peppers.”
“I remember,” Andrej said, lifting another bowl and dropping thin slices of something odd onto the pizza.
“What the hell is that?” He leaned in as close as he was able without knocking Zeklos over. “Eggplant? Who puts eggplant on a pizza?”
Shrugging, Andrej went back to topping the pizza.
“Dude, that really better not be mine or I swear to god, I’ll turn the oven all the way up and set that fucker on fire.”
“I will put the fire department on alert,” he replied dryly.
“Why are we calling the fire department,” James asked, parking himself at the breakfast bar. “And what is on your pizza, Andy?”
“Eggplant,” Zayne said, horrified.
“Who the fuck puts eggplant on a pizza,” James asked. “’Peppers, onions, tomatoes, I get all that. But eggplant? I doubt even a farmer would do that shit.”
“See,” Zayne said, pressing his lips against Zeklos’ ear, “I’m not the only one who thinks you’re nuts.”
He turned his head and looked at Zayne again, although this time, the smile was missing.
“He’s not wrong, Andy,” James added. “It’s just not right.”
Sighing, Andrej glared at James. “If you want to set fire to my pizza, just let me warn you. I will tell the firemen what you have done, how you have ruined my dinner. And while they cannot do anything to you without me filing a police report – something I will not do – there is always the chance that the cutest one might take pity on me. He might even take me to get the pizza I was denied.”
He wiped his hands on the dish towel and pushed past Zayne so that he could put the first pizza into the oven.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Zayne gasped.
“Oh, but I’m afraid he might,” James said with a grimace.
“Should we apologize?”
“I think it might be too late, but we can try.”
Zayne waited until Zek had set the timer before he grabbed his boyfriend and held him close, squeezing tightly. “I’m sorry baby, but I just think it’s weird and –”
“Did I ever say I thought jalapenos on a pizza was odd? Because I do, however I kept that to myself out of respect for our different tastes and cultures. One of these days you will both learn to let the things that do not matter alone.”
James made a face. “No promises there, but we’ll um, we’ll try?”
Andrej shook his head. “I do not believe it, but I will not discount either of you.”
“So, you’re still going to feed us,” Zayne asked, batting his long, dark lashes at Zeklos.
“Of course I am going to feed you,” Zek snapped. “I have spent hours making dough and sauce. Never mind I just put your pizza in the oven. I am not going to waste all this food.” He moved James’ pizza so that it was beside the stove, ready to go in as soon as Zayne’s was done. “However, next time, I will make mine first and if you make similar comments, I will not have to be bothered to make one for either of you. Excuse me, please,” he said, moving towards the kitchen exit. “I will be back in thirteen minutes.”
“Can you make a note and like staple it to my forehead so I’m not this fucking stupid in the future,” Zayne asked.
“I could, cowboy,” James said, coming into the kitchen and inspecting his pizza. “But that would mean I’d miss out on all this amusing shit Andy puts you through when you’re being a dumbass.”
“I really don’t like you right now, gingerbread.”
“Aw, you know you love me.”
It was true, but he wasn’t about to admit it either.
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 756
Summary: Zayne doesn’t like Andrej’s choices of pizza toppings.
Author’s Note: Written for day 22 of the icon/drabble challenge at 1_million_words. Today’s words were: farm, eggplant, fighting (because what else do these three do), and pizza.
Zayne leaned over Zeklos’ shoulder, inhaling the sweet scent of tomatoes and the more savory smell of fresh basil, oregano, and thyme. When his boyfriend had offered to make pizzas for dinner, Zayne hadn’t thought he’d go to quite this length. The homemade dough was a given, Zek used breadmaking as a stress reliever, but the sauce from scratch was a bit overboard, even if it did smell amazing.
Andrej turned his face just enough to smile at Zayne before he went back to sprinkling cheese on the crust. Picking up a bowl from the counter, he started sprinkling a colorful mixture of bell peppers on top of the cheese.
“Please tell me that’s yours baby,” Zayne said, kissing Zek’s neck. “You know I don’t get along well with cooked bell peppers.”
“I remember,” Andrej said, lifting another bowl and dropping thin slices of something odd onto the pizza.
“What the hell is that?” He leaned in as close as he was able without knocking Zeklos over. “Eggplant? Who puts eggplant on a pizza?”
Shrugging, Andrej went back to topping the pizza.
“Dude, that really better not be mine or I swear to god, I’ll turn the oven all the way up and set that fucker on fire.”
“I will put the fire department on alert,” he replied dryly.
“Why are we calling the fire department,” James asked, parking himself at the breakfast bar. “And what is on your pizza, Andy?”
“Eggplant,” Zayne said, horrified.
“Who the fuck puts eggplant on a pizza,” James asked. “’Peppers, onions, tomatoes, I get all that. But eggplant? I doubt even a farmer would do that shit.”
“See,” Zayne said, pressing his lips against Zeklos’ ear, “I’m not the only one who thinks you’re nuts.”
He turned his head and looked at Zayne again, although this time, the smile was missing.
“He’s not wrong, Andy,” James added. “It’s just not right.”
Sighing, Andrej glared at James. “If you want to set fire to my pizza, just let me warn you. I will tell the firemen what you have done, how you have ruined my dinner. And while they cannot do anything to you without me filing a police report – something I will not do – there is always the chance that the cutest one might take pity on me. He might even take me to get the pizza I was denied.”
He wiped his hands on the dish towel and pushed past Zayne so that he could put the first pizza into the oven.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Zayne gasped.
“Oh, but I’m afraid he might,” James said with a grimace.
“Should we apologize?”
“I think it might be too late, but we can try.”
Zayne waited until Zek had set the timer before he grabbed his boyfriend and held him close, squeezing tightly. “I’m sorry baby, but I just think it’s weird and –”
“Did I ever say I thought jalapenos on a pizza was odd? Because I do, however I kept that to myself out of respect for our different tastes and cultures. One of these days you will both learn to let the things that do not matter alone.”
James made a face. “No promises there, but we’ll um, we’ll try?”
Andrej shook his head. “I do not believe it, but I will not discount either of you.”
“So, you’re still going to feed us,” Zayne asked, batting his long, dark lashes at Zeklos.
“Of course I am going to feed you,” Zek snapped. “I have spent hours making dough and sauce. Never mind I just put your pizza in the oven. I am not going to waste all this food.” He moved James’ pizza so that it was beside the stove, ready to go in as soon as Zayne’s was done. “However, next time, I will make mine first and if you make similar comments, I will not have to be bothered to make one for either of you. Excuse me, please,” he said, moving towards the kitchen exit. “I will be back in thirteen minutes.”
“Can you make a note and like staple it to my forehead so I’m not this fucking stupid in the future,” Zayne asked.
“I could, cowboy,” James said, coming into the kitchen and inspecting his pizza. “But that would mean I’d miss out on all this amusing shit Andy puts you through when you’re being a dumbass.”
“I really don’t like you right now, gingerbread.”
“Aw, you know you love me.”
It was true, but he wasn’t about to admit it either.
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Date: 2021-06-22 11:48 pm (UTC)I'm with the boys when it comes to weird toppings, but not stupid enough to say so to the person making my pizza.
Andy needs to learn to put himself before those idiots.
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Date: 2021-06-23 01:42 am (UTC)I'd never put eggplant on mine either, but I'm open to anything else within reason. Hahaha — smart girl!
Maybe he was hoping he could when the firemen arrived. LOL!