#trystan thorne x f!mc

[jerzwriter]

BOOPED!

Carolina's phone would not stop "bleeping"! But when a friend helps her get to the bottom of it, she and Trystan are in for some startling discoveries about each other.

Book Boop: Crimes of Passion (post Book 2) Pairing: Trystan Thorne x Carolina Rose (F!MC) Characters: Luke Watanabe Summary: See above Rating: Teen Words: 2.150 A/N: All right, so I may have been a total party-pooper with the "boops," but that got me thinking how my OTPs would have handled them... and that led me here! I hope you enjoy it! Participating in @choicesaprilchallenge24 - prompt - "You're not going to believe what I just found."

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The utter silence of the Ginovesi Detective Agency’s offices was rattled each time Carolina’s phone “bleeped.” Trystan eyed the phone warily, glancing between it and Carolina every time it went off. For a woman who demanded complete silence when they were focusing on a case, she was doing her best to ignore it, but Trystan knew it was only a matter of time...

“¡Ay, Dios mío!” she cried out... and there it was. “¿Qué carajo es esto?”

Taking the phone in hand, she frantically tapped away at it, but the bleeps kept pouring in, and with each new arrival, Trystan watched as his girlfriend became more unhinged. “¿Qué es esta mierda?”

That’s when Luke entered the mix. Slinking into the office with his hands nonchalantly stuffed in his pockets, he slouched into a chair with a half smile.  

“Oh no. I heard nothing but Spanish coming out of you from way down the hall. This can’t be good.”

“It’s not!” Carolina spat as Trystan debated whether her frustration was utterly adorable or good cause for him to evacuate the office as quickly as possible. “I can’t get this fucking thing to stop bleeping!”

There were many things Trystan could have said or done, but as was often the case for the former prince, he reclined in his chair and chose chaos.

“It seems one of her former suitors isn’t taking the hint and won’t let go easily,” he smirked. “While I may no longer be a monarch, I still have some pull. One phone call to Lydea, my love, and I will have that man relieved of his testicles. Give me a name and number,” he winked. “I assure you, the bleeps will stop within the hour.”

Carolina glared at him with anger in her eyes, but despite her desire to remain cross, his stupid grin managed to do her in.

“Bold of you to assume it’s a he, your highness,” she derided. “There is a far greater likelihood that it would be a she. So, someone will be deprived the pleasure of performing an orchiectomy today.”

“An orchiectomy...” Luke queried, pulling up Google on his phone, but Trystan pushed it aside.

“Spare yourself the pain, man. It’s the art of relieving someone of their balls.”

“Ouch!” Luke shuddered. “Of course, I can see how the inability to do that would cause some Drakovian guard to fall into a deep depression, but still... ouch."

Trystan turned back to Carolina with a shrug. “It’s OK, love. They can remove body parts from women as well.”

“That’s so good to know,” she laughed. “But I’m afraid this isn’t as salacious as a spurned lover trying to get me to bend to their will.”

“Then what is it?” Trystan asked. “Your phone’s been going off all day, and I’ve never heard that notification tone before.”

“It’s,” she began, stopping herself as four curious eyes stared at her, eager for a response. “It’s... nothing. I’ll just turn the sound off my phone.”

“GASP!” Luke mocked. “During work hours! When you could potentially miss... something?”

It would have ended there for Luke, but Trystan wasn't done. Realizing something was amiss, he closely watched his love, not about to let her off the hook.

“Why don’t you just turn notifications off? What’s so embarrassing? Is it... Facebook?” he chuckled.

Carolina was an animal entrapped in a corner, desperate for an escape, but when it became clear that none existed, she surrendered. Burying her face into her hands with a languid groan... she confessed.

“I freaking wish! It’s .... worse!”

“Worse than Facebook?” Luke said with feigned horror. “What is it? Your old OKCupid app?”

“No!” Carolina said, throwing a pencil his way.

“Your old FarmersOnly account!!!”

“What?” Trystan snickered.

“I didn’t have a FarmersOnly account! Well, I did... but it was just a joke to frighten Uncle Tommy! Besides, I deleted that long ago!”

Trystan turned to Luke in confusion. “What... what’s FarmersOnly?”

“That’s unimportant, “Carolina interrupted. “It’s... it’s my Tumblr. I haven’t used it for longer than I can remember; I didn't even know it was still on my phone. But I’ve gotten like seven hundred notifications today, and I have no idea why!”

“So,” Luke shrugged. “Turn the notifications off.”

“I can’t! I forgot my password... and before you say it, I don’t remember what e-mail I created the account with. So I can’t reset it.”

“So,” Luke shrugged again. “Just delete the app! Problem solved.”

“But the detective in me needs to figure this out," she sighed. "Who knows why this is happening? When I go home tonight, I’ll try to remember what e-mail accounts I had circa 2016. Maybe I can figure it out.”

“It was probably something like myglitteringlittlenyyankeepony@ yahoo.com or something like that,” Luke laughed.

“More like LinaJeterClubPengin@hotmail.com,” she tittered.

“Dear Lord,” Trystan groused. "Both sound dreadful, but can we circle back to something potentially even more embarrassing? You had a Tumblr account?”

“Oh, shut up!” Carolina defended. “It was 2016! All the cool kids had a Tumblr account!”

“I didn’t,” Luke announced.

“I said cool,” Carolina retorted. Still, Trystan was undeterred.

“What on earth did you use your Tumblr account for? Were you in a fandom?”

He had intended to let it go, but when Carolina’s cheeks turned brighter than any apple he ever witnessed in a Cordonian orchard, he knew the quest was just beginning. Raising a brow in wicked delight, he teased. “Yesssss....”

“I was into Divergent,” she said, raising her hands. “Big fan... The Hunger Games, too.”

“All right,” Trystan nodded with a smile. “I can see that....”

But now it was Luke’s turn to incite, “Really? Because I could have sworn you once told me you used to write fanfiction for Princess Di.....”

“Obviously, you’re mistaken!” Carolina shouted. “Katniss! Katniss x Peeta, my OTP! That’s why I was on Tumblr!”

“Wait,” Trystan interrupted. “Princess Di? Were you into Princess Diana?”

“No,” Carolina spat. “Luke is just losing his mind, that’s all!”

“Oh, come now, princess,” Luke chided. “Is this the foundation you want to build your relationship on? A throne of lies?”  

“No,” Trystan smiled gleefully. “Thrones of lies are bad. Very bad."

“I believe they are,” Luke chuckled. "I'm sorry, Carolina. It’s confession time.”

Trystan slunk over to Carolina’s side, playfully nudging her with his shoulder. “Time’s up, dear. Tell me the truth, or I’ll have to employ ancient Drakovian torture measures to get you to speak!"

“Yeah! And not the kinky ones you’re into!” Luke grinned.

“Fine,” Carolina exhaled with disgust, her voice barely a whisper. “I was very into... The Princess Diaries."

Trystan’s lips began to curl, the dimple in his cheek becoming more pronounced. “I’m sorry... what?”

“The Princess Diaries! OK!! I used to love The Princess Diaries!”

“In 2016!” Luke scoffed. “Weren’t those movies popular in like... 2004?”  

"So?! I was a little behind the times. I was a nerd... so sue me! My Tumblr was all about The Princess Diaries... are you satisfied now?” She asked, hiding her face in shame.

Trystan rubbed his chin in delight as he allowed Carolina to sweat it out, thinking of the best way to torture his prey.  

“The Princess Diaries! This all makes so much sense now!”

“What?” Luke wondered aloud. “That she always had a soft spot for monarchy scum?”

“Well, yes,” Trystan responded. “ But, seriously... how long did you have these fantasies about being a long-lost princess, my dear?”

“What! Never! I’m a Boricua from the Bronx! A freaking badass, bisexual Boricua from the Bronx! Being a princess was nothing I aspired to!”

“Yet you were writing Princess Diaries fanfic?” Trystan tsked. “Then... you relentlessly pursued me.”

Horrified, she slammed her hand on the desk. “I DID NOT!!! You know I didn’t!”

“I’m not sure what to believe anymore, Carolina. Right now, I’m feeling sort of cheap and used.”

Luke howled with laughter. “In fairness, there’s nothing cheap about you, Trystan. Used? Sure, I can see that. But cheap? No way.”

“Thank you, Luke,”  Trystan acknowledged.

“Don’t mention it.”

But Carolina wasn't smiling. “I never had some monarchy fetish! I just liked the stupid movie! It was escapism for me, OK? But you know damn well you being a royal was a detriment to me, not a bonus! I wasn’t all, ‘Oh, now I need to land this guy!’ you know that!”

“I can't be sure anymore. I think I have to have this investigated to make sure your intentions with me are pure!”

“You know that’s not a bad idea,” Luke nodded as he typed away on his laptop. “I do know of a good agency that could help you.”

“LUKE!” Carolina yelled, so flustered that she hadn’t noticed her phone stopped bleeping several minutes before.

“Relax... princess...” Luke teased. “I just hacked into your Tumblr. The bleeping should stop now.

“But... how?” She asked, immediately catching his sarcastic stare. “Yeah, don’t bother answering that.”

Trystan stood over her shoulder as she opened the app. “700 notifications? Seriously, why the hell did I get all these notifications today?”

“It looks like they were having some kind of a “boop” thing for April Fools? I guess it’s like the old Facebook poke? Everyone seems to be sending boops.”  

“But why?” Carolina asked, dumbfounded. "Don't people have better things to do with their time?"

“Look,” Luke chirped. “I'm capable of doing a great many things, but making sense out of anything that happens on Tumblr.... that’s asking too much...even of me.”

“True,” Carolina mumbled. 

“He makes sense,” Trystan nodded in agreement. “Now, let’s read some of your old fanfic.”

“Oh, hell no!” Carolina insisted. “There’s no way!”

“Please?” Trystan begged, with puppy-dog eyes in full effect.

“All right, fine! But only on one condition!”

“Name it!”

“You show me your old Tumblr... and don’t lie and tell me you didn’t have one. We both know you did.”

“Sorry, my love,” Trystan shrugged. “But I didn’t.”

The couple turned to Luke when he sighed again. “Do you really want to start this relationship sitting on a throne of lies, Trystan? Or should I call you PlayfulPrince315.  Dude! Using your actual birthday? I know you were a tween then, but still, you should have known better!”  

“Playful... Prince?” Carolina beamed. “OK, Mr. Playful, what were you doing on Tumblr?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” he winked. “I was searching for beautiful want-to-be princesses from the Bronx.”  

“Nah,” Luke laughed. “Minecraft. He was into Minecraft.”

“Really?” Trystan asked, dragging a hand down his face.

“Hey, I outed Carolina, and she’s my best friend. You knew you weren’t safe.”

“Minecraft?” Carolina said with mock disgust. “Tell me it wasn’t Minecraft porn... please?”

“WHAT?" Trystan asked in shock. "Was that even a thing?”

“Sadly, it was,” Carolina laughed. “I’m sorry, but I need to know if you were into that. I don’t care how long ago it was; I am not marrying any man who once got off to Minecraft porn.”

A devilish grin slowly spread on Trystan’s face as he stepped confidently toward Carolina.

“Marry... you say?” His grin miraculously grew wider. “Have you been thinking about marrying me, Carolina?”

“I... uh, I...” she couldn't have been more grateful for Luke jumping out of his seat.

“Well, I think I’ll leave you two alone. You can handle this conversation without me.”

He headed toward the door, but not before handing Trystan a scrap of paper. “Here, this is your Tumblr password, Playful Prince. You two can figure out your weird pasts alone.”

“Oh, like you didn’t have weird things in your past!” Carolina yelled after him.

“At least they aren't archived for prosperity on Tumblr,” Luke grinned. “And I’m relieved to say it doesn’t look like Ruby has to deal with that, either. But I can’t wait to tell her about the two of yours.”

Luke whistled as he exited, turning one more time before shutting the door. “Oh, and Playful one? You got 200 fewer boops than Carolina... and you’re royalty, man? Embarrassing! Just... embarrassing! I don't think she should consider marrying you!"

Trystan turned to his blushing girlfriend. "So, back to that marrying thing.... how often does that cross your mind?"

"Uh, you know what," she said, reaching up for a soft but passionate kiss. "Why don't I tell you all about FarmersOnly instead."

"Uninterested," he beamed.

"All right," she said, pulling out her phone. "Then let's say I allow you to read 3,500 words of angst I wrote about Princess Mia and Prince Harry circa 2016?"

Trystan's eyes lit up. "Seriously?"

"Here," she said, handing him her phone. "Go through my whole masterlist. By the time you're done... you'll forget anything else."

Trystan slunk back into the chair, tossing his feet on the desk for comfort. "Don't count on it," he winked. "Don't count on that... at all."

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Tagging others separately.

[reveluving]

i'll show you little by little

summary: why not spend your day off with a little TLC with your wannabe sherlock?

pairing: m!trystan thorne x f!mc (written as ‘you’, no name usage)

warnings: teen (t); none, really. just poetic, but make it tooth-rottingly fluffy & comfort!

a/n: contributing to our favourite royalty because he deserves it (& 'cause I can't find any open f!mc for him—) as usual, the MC can be yourself or an OC of yours! i love this man as much as the next person, so please, don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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'He just wants you to know that he’s with you every step of the way.' ;

Imagine waking up with Trystan on a day off. It’s been a minute since you’ve gotten the time just to sit back and unwind, so as soon as you’re presented with one, Trystan takes it as an opportunity to spoil you, and it all begins by turning off your alarm when he knows you’ve forgotten to do so yourself.

But with how busy you’ve been for the past couple of months or so, your body clock forced you to wake up hours before your usual time. 

That doesn’t deter him though, because as soon as he feels you stretch, no matter how hard you try to avoid waking him up, he’ll instinctively wrap his arms around you, nuzzling the back of your neck with a deep, groggy “morning”. It’s not hard to convince you to stay, especially when you’ve got your furnace for a partner to keep you warm in between the cold sheets; the best of both worlds. 

The muted blue sky, too, only persuaded you to stay in bed—no longer nighttime but not exactly morning just yet. 

Like any other morning, it’s not the most silent, with the occasional honks and beeps of the road—where the world was beneath you. It's just you and him now. He knows that you know you’re strong, almost too dedicated to your job but so much more empathetic than any front liners out there.

He’ll tell you if he knows you need a little boost, but the sharing of smiles and lazy kisses speaks louder than words. 

As soon as he notices you spacing out, possibly thinking about recent cases that may have hit you harder than usual, you’ll feel his lips—kissing the crown of your head, on your temple, your jaw, anywhere; slow and deliberate. His cold fingertips brushing your skin with feather touches, just to hear your sweet giggles or even a huff of amusement.

Anything to keep you grounded, and anything to reassure himself. Not a single sign of him rushing you to come to terms with whatever was bothering you.

He just wants you to know that he’s with you every step of the way. 

And he’ll do much more; bringing your hand up to his lips. With the help of the lights of the bustling town, he makes sure to hold your gaze as he plants even more kisses; starting with the inside of your palm, to your fingers, then to the back of your hand before trailing his lips up your arm the way Gomez would show his affection to the love of his life, Morticia. 

He loves it when you lightly run your nails over his shoulders, a sign that you, too, were with him, in more ways than one. It sends shivers down his spine the same way a breeze would on a chilly day. 

The two of you would just stay in each other’s arms for hours, just until you could see the first rays of sunlight, and even then, you'd have to convince him. The second the rays hit your eyes, he'll pull you to his chest, closer than you already are, as if protecting you from the first sign of reality. 

But as mentioned, if you’re planning to get out of bed real soon, you’ll have to fight for it.

“What’s the rush?” Trystan mumbled against your skin, planting a kiss on your shoulder for the umpteenth time.

“Are you going to be like this the entire day?” You asked with a chuckle.

"Depends," He hummed, pretending to think for a moment, "Was that an offer?"

And before slipping out of his hold, he whispers an “I love you” in your ear before letting you go. 

Breakfast is another story. Just before he enters the shower after you did, he’ll jokingly tell you not to lift a finger in the kitchen because he’ll do the cooking, though you can tell that he’s also serious about it. 

So, that’s what you did—not make breakfast, but he didn’t say you couldn’t do just a bit of work while waiting for him, and boy, was the look on his face comical.

“What did I tell you?” He grumbled, the slight pout telling you that he was more so disappointed than anywhere close to being angry.

“You didn’t say anything about a quick homework,” You countered playfully as you glanced up at him. You craned your neck, prompting him to lean in to accept your reassuring peck on his lips, “I won’t take long. Just for today.”

I promise.

He’ll huff but says nothing more as he immediately does his thing. Some good ol’ pancakes with an array of toppings. Though simple (and very Americanized compared to the ones in Drakovia), it eventually grew to be his comfort food since his exile, if he's the one who made it, that is. 

A reminder that picking himself back up would start somewhere small, and now he gets to share that same comfort with you. 

It didn’t help that your seat was facing the stove, so your quick glances at him became subconscious stares. Stares that Trystan thrived on, especially after locking eyes with your embarrassed ones with a knowing look.

“Your breakfast, beautiful.” He placed a stack of pancakes and an empty plate for you before laying out the toppings on a charcuterie board—maple syrup, fancy butter, fresh fruits, your favourite proteins and even went as far as whipping his own cream rather than the canned one sitting pretty in his fridge. 

Of course, you took the opportunity to stare at his muscles for a bit as he whipped the crème Chantilly by hand. 

“Thank you.” You made sure to really show your appreciation by looking up at him, a grateful smile gracing your lips. It pleases him, but not enough, not when you’re still reading the file. 

He won’t go so far as taking it out of your hands, but what he’ll do is sit close to you, plating your favourite combo before cutting a piece of it.

“Open up,” He said, holding the forkful of pancake to your lips, chuckling under his breath when you looked at him in mild surprise. As if you weren’t used to the fact that he was a passionate partner, no matter how long you’ve been together. You couldn’t help but share the same amusement as well, bashfully opening your mouth for the food he had thoughtfully made.

One forkful became two, and two became more, before you eventually closed the file, plating your own with Trystan's favourites before feeding him too.

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[lexicook74-blog]

Taylor swift Songs and lyrics that are Trystan and mc coded (my mc’s name is Taylor)

To all the girls you loved before- Specially the lines “your past and mine are Parallel lines, stars all aligned and they intertwined” I don’t think I have to explain this one lol.

Begin again- I know we don’t really know if mc had a relationship with anyone before Trystan came in the picture but the lines “ I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny because he never did” meeting Trystan was her new beginning she can be herself around him and she likes that he likes her for her.

Daylight- this is more about Trystan feels about mc “ my love was as cruel as the cities I’ve lived in, everyone looked worse in the light, there are so many lines I’ve crossed unforgiven, I’ll tell you the truth but never goodbye” 🥺

I think he knows 🤭😏 “ I think he knows when we get all alone I’ll make myself at home and he’ll want me to stay” or “ he’s so obsessed with me and boy I understand” because mc is cocky she knows she’s got it going on.

King of my heart- I don’t think I have to explain this one lol. “ I’m perfectly fine I live on my own I made up my mind I’m better off being alone, we met two weeks ago now you try on calling me “baby” like trying on clothes, salute to me I’m your American queen and you move to me like I’m a Motown beat and we rule the kingdom inside my room” technically we’re in Trystans room but you get the point

Call it what you want- I feel like this could be about how they are with each other “ my baby’s fly like a jet stream high above the scene loves me like I’m brand new”

Snow on the beach- “ we’re falling like snow on the beach weird but fucking beautiful”

Labyrinth- this is how mc felt when she realized she was falling for Trystan “ uh oh, I’m falling in love again, oh no I’m falling in love, I thought the plan was going down how’d you turn it right around. 🥰

[alj4890]

A New Kind of Intimacy

(Trystan Thorne x F!MC) in a Choices Crimes of Passion drabble.

Here you go, @lexicook74-blog Sorry this request took so long. I have had several family emergencies pop up.

Rating: G

Masterlist

"Hey." Cameron wheezed on her way inside the main office.

"That didn't sound like your normal greeting, Detective." Trystan teased. "Rough night?"

"Kinda. I got caught in last night's storm and couldn't find a cab." She coughed.

Trystan's warm smile turned into a thin line.

"And just what were you doing last night out in the storm?"

Cameron missed the hard edge tinging his velvety voice.

"Luke called with some more info he was able to dig up on that Rothschild case. Seems Mrs. McNair likes to frequent a particular bar down on Water Street." She sniffled, then blew her nose.

She coughed some more then searched her pockets in vain for a cough drop.

"Why didn't you call me?" He asked, his tone growing more irritated the longer he observed her.

"It was late and more of a spur of the moment check. I got caught in the rain while searching for a taxi."

"You should have called me, even if it was to pick you up." He grumbled.

"And disturb your beauty sleep?" She teased. "I was fine. Remember, I was doing these types of things before I got stuck with you for a partner."

He frowned when she shivered and pulled her jacket closed.

It was a sunny day with a mild breeze blowing. It was nowhere near temperatures that could cause the type of shivers she seemed to be fighting.

Trystan reached over and placed the back of his hand on her forehead.

"You have a fever."

Cameron snorted. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not." He argued.

"I promise I am." She reached for the case file on her desk. "Now, I think we should--"

"MAFALDA!" Trystan yelled out.

Their boss stuck her head out of her office.

"What?" She asked, eyeing the two curiously.

"I'm taking Cameron home." He gripped his partner's arm and tugged her towards the exit. "She's sick."

"I'm well enough to work!" Cameron tried to wrench her arm free. "Let go and--'

"She has a fever and is coughing and sneezing all over the place." Trystan explained. "I'm sure you don't want to take any germs home to your daughters."

"You're right." Mafalda waved them off. "Keep that at home, Rose. Me and Luke can handle things while you're off."

"But I--" Cameron weakly protested.

"I'll keep you updated on her condition." Trystan interrupted.

He dragged Cameron to the elevator. Once the doors closed, she lit into him.

"What the hell was that?!" She coughed. "I was fine to sit at my desk and review the case."

"Yes, but I know you, Detective." He argued.

Trystan folded his arms and matched her glare with one of his own.

"That brilliant mind of yours would have noticed something in the file the rest of us missed and you'd have been determined to go investigate it."

"Because that's my job!" She croaked.

She winced with how sore her throat was.

"I know." He gentled his tone. "And you're wonderful at it. But you won't be of use to anyone if you work yourself into the hospital."

"It's a cold, Trystan, not a damn heart attack." She muttered.

"Your fevered state is going to make you weak." He pointed out. "What if your next lead puts you in danger?"

"That's why I have you there to watch my back." She grumbled.

"Which you didn't take advantage of last night." He reminded her

Cameron avoided his accusatory gaze.

"Fine. Just drop me off at the nearest pharmacy and I'll get some cold meds. After they kick in, I'll be good to go."

"No." Trystan hissed.

"Excuse me?" She narrowed her eyes at him.

"You heard me." He took her arm again once they stepped outside. "My car's over here."

She muttered about how pig-headed he was while getting into his car.

He merely smiled over her mumbled insults as he drove to his apartment.

"Why aren't you taking me home?" She demanded once she recognized where they were.

"Because I have all you need at my place along with the comforts I prefer for myself." Trystan replied.

"Are you saying my apartment isn't good enough for you?" Cameron griped.

"Not at all. Mine has one thing though that yours doesn't." He responded.

"And that is?" She sneezed three times in a row.

"There are no copies of case files anywhere." He parked then led her towards the elevators.

"Clever." She reluctantly smiled at him. "It's almost as if you know me."

"I do know you, Cameron." Trystan's tone softened to one of earnest affection. "I know how selflessly giving you are of your time and talents."

"Ugh." Her head dropped back in frustration. "Enough with the compliments, Prince Charming. I give up."

"Ah, but unlike my Drakovian brethren, I prefer to give compliments to those who deserve them. I also refuse to rub in my victory." Trystan winked at her. "Though this is a battle I knew I would win."

He opened the door of his apartment and swept her an elegant bow.

Cameron's amused snort turned into a wracking cough.

Trystan clucked his tongue in sympathy then guided her past his living room and on into his bedroom.

"Allow me." He helped her out of her jacket. "Your pajamas are right where you left them the other night."

Cameron went to the drawer he had made not too long ago just for her. She smiled softly to see the various clothes he insisted she keep there for whenever he got her to agree to spend the night.

After changing, she realized how exhausted she was from the fever she was fighting. Without any fuss, she got into his California king sized bed and snuggled under the covers.

Trystan appeared not too long after with a tray loaded with juice, cold meds, tissues, a leather bound book, and a cup of something steamy.

"Hungry?" He asked.

"Not really." She sat up against the bed pillows, eyeing the tray curiously.

"After you take some medicine," he handed her the mug filled with a strange yellowish brown liquid, "drink this."

"What is it?" Cameron wrinkled her nose at the thick liquid substance.

"An old Drakovian home remedy for colds." He nudged the mug up to her lips. "Trust me, it will make you feel better."

"Yeah, but what's in it?" She asked.

"Sorry love." He told her. "But only Drakovians are allowed to know that. If we shared it with outsiders, we'd be dragged to the gallows for such treason."

Cameron groaned when he merely smiled. She took a tentative sip, her eyebrows rising in surprise. There was a very strong taste of alcohol mixed in with what she thought might be chicken broth. Strangely enough, she thought she tasted a few other odd spices such as cinnamon. It sent her senses reeling yet wasn't as terrible as she first thought.

"Whoa! That was not what I expected it to taste like!"

Trystan chuckled as he settled on the bed next to her.

"It does quite a number on your nose and throat, making it the perfect remedy for a cold." He lifted the leather bound book and insisted she finish her mug so she could rest.

Cameron found herself obeying. It surprised her that she would readily do so. She couldn't recall minding anyone, not even her beloved father, when it came to taking it easy when she was hurt or sick. Something about her banished prince made the notion of being taken care of not so horrible.

"What's with the book?" She asked after setting her empty mug on the tray.

"Can't have my favorite detective bored and deciding to try and escape back to work." He explained. "So I have a collection of old Drakovian mystery stories to keep that workaholic brain of yours engaged."

Cameron couldn't help but smile. It amazed her how well he knew her after such a short amount of time. He made it feel like they'd been together for years rather than a month.

She curled up against his side and allowed his melodious voice to soothe her into a deep sleep.

Trystan's lips curved when he noticed her nod off during the third story. He marked the page, knowing she'd insist on hearing the rest once she awakened, and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. He then tucked in the covers around her and quietly slipped out of the room.

Knowing Cameron was right where she needed to be and with the one she needed to be with, Trystan was able to relax and focus on making sure she was properly being taken care of.

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Marguerite’s Halloween Bacchanalia, Part 2

Book: Crimes of Passion, Post Book 2 (Spoilers for Chapter 15)

Pairing: M!Trystan x F!Emily Rose

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Detailed descriptions of a dead body, stabbings

Rating: Teen

Author: @moominofthevalley

[monaownsmyass]

I think I’ve seen a few people do this but I haven’t seen one with f!MC x f!Trystan. It’s been such an itch in my brain so I had to do a quick sketch of it cuz it’s perfect for them :’) I love these chaotic sapphics, their dynamic is unmatched!

[peonierose]

Moja Ruža

Book: Crimes of Passion

Pairing: Rose De Luca (F!MC) x Trystan Thorne (M!MC)

Words: 2,5k

Rating: General

TW: None

Summary: Trystan has a surprise in store for Rose on Valentine‘s Day.

A/N: Moja Ruža is a Bosnian term of endearment, and it means ”My Rose“ or even ”Rose of mine“. There will be other mentions of Bosnian culture so I hope you give this story a try.

Side note: I added some social media edits and some edits for cocktails inspired by this story. I am by no means a cocktail expert, so please let me know if you try any of the cocktails and if they’re good 🥰

Trystan

What do buy for a woman you love and for a woman who’s not exactly a Valentine‘s Day type of woman?

You go and ask her friends and colleagues for advice.

”Luke. How’s it going? I brought you some coffee and a cherry Danish.“

I placed a steaming cup of coffee and a freshly baked cherry Danish on his table.

Luke eyes both those things, before he looked at me. I smiled back innocently as if I had no care in the world.

”Yeah that innocent act isn’t going to work. What do you want?“ Luke asked as he bit into his cherry Danish.

”Well if you’re calling me out like that, I need a favor. It’s for Rose. As you know Valentine‘s Day is coming up and I wanted to plan something romantic for Rose.“

”Then go and do that.“ Luke shrugged.

”Well I don’t know what she likes or doesn’t like.“ I said pleading.

”Well then go and ask her.“

”I know I should’ve asked Ruby.“ I muttered.

”Asked me what?“ Ruby‘s voice came from behind me.

I turned as the door to the office opened and Ruby walked in. She was in her lab coat, her dark skin glowed beautifully in the dim light. Luke is a lucky guy to have found Ruby.

”Great, let's get everyone involved.“ Luke groaned and I sighed.

”Well I was asking Luke for some advice,“ I admitted.

”You thought asking Luke was a smart idea?“ Ruby asked while she chewed on a bite of cherry danish.

”Come on. I can be romantic.“ Luke exclaimed.

”Really? Remember last year on Valentine‘s Day?“ Ruby asked.

”That tech expo was fun, and we had some amazing dinner afterward.“

”You’re right, dinner was great.“ Ruby smiled and kissed his cheek, making Luke blush fiercely.

”You want some real advice?“ Ruby turned to me and asked.

”Desperately.“ I said and Ruby laughed. Luke turned to me and snickered, Ruby moved his head and turned it towards his computer screen shutting him up in turn.

I tried to hide my grin but failed.

”Look Trystan we both know that Rose isn’t into big romantic gestures. She loves romance, but that doesn’t mean she’d enjoy a romantic 12-course meal at some fancy restaurant. You know Rose. I’m sure you’ll find the perfect Valentine‘s Day gift or activity for her.“

I kissed Ruby on her cheek.

”You’re a lifesaver Ruby thank you.“

”Hey I helped too.“ Luke chimes in. I grinned and shook my head at him.

”You really didn’t. Enjoy your cherry danish.“ I said and noticed the cherry danish was eaten by Ruby.

”Oh man, my bribe.“ Luke said, getting sad eyes.

”Lucky for you. I brought another one.“ I said and handed him the Danish.

”You’re the man.“ Luke said and bit into his cherry Danish, a blissful look crossed his face.

I waves and left them in the office to go and plan a date for Rose.

My mind was made up, as I walked with purpose to the bar owned and operated by Rose‘s uncle Tommy.

As I entered the bar a few stragglers and regulars looked up from their drinks. When they noticed it’s just another bargoer, they returned to their drinks and conversations.

Tommy was wiping down the mahogany bar counter and he looked up when I entered and took a seat at the bar.

”Trystan what brings you by?“ He asked while he pulled out his top-shelf whiskey.

”Oh I’m not here for a drink.“ I said and Tommy placed the bottle back onto the shelf.

”Is the world ending?“ Tommy chuckled.

I grinned as I played with a wooden coaster.

”I truly hope not. Listen, I'm actually here to ask you for a favor.“ I said.

”Alright.“

”Valentine‘s Day is tomorrow and I was wondering if I could rent your bar for the night? I’ve been racking my brain about what to do for Rose and I thought something nice and intimate would be a good idea. So what do you say?“ I bit my lip, unsure if Rose‘s uncle will agree.

”Look, I'll set everything up. You don’t need to do anything,“ I tried to sell the idea even harder to Tommy.

”Trystan.“ Tommy said and I closed my mouth with a snap.

”Listen Trystan, Rose is my niece and I want her to be happy, and you make her happy. So you can have the bar for as long as you need.“ He said and smiled at me.

I leaned over the counter and gave him a kiss on his cheek, Tommy winced.

”Alright, enough with the gratitude. A simple thank you is enough.“ He put his right hand on his cheek and wiped away my cheek kiss.

”Oh, my dear Tommy. I don’t do simple. Mile grazie Tommy.“

”Yeah. Yeah.“ He grinned and I waved goodbye as I raced home to prepare everything.

Rose

God. I’m bone tired. Every case is difficult, but this one was hard on so many levels. I am so glad to finally be home.

Telling a woman her husband is cheating and bringing proof? Yeah, it’s heartbreaking.

Ms. Bukowski hired me two weeks ago because she had a hunch about her husband being unfaithful. We both wanted it to not be true, but sadly it was.

Now Mrs. Bukowski filed a divorce and is moving to her sister in New Jersey. Maybe a change of scenery and the company of her loved ones will help her to soothe some of the aches and pain.

I put the key into the lock and after a few turns I entered the apartment I shared with Trystan. The lights were out, and only the busy street lights of downtown New York shone into the apartment. Casting a bronze and golden glow.

I put my keys on the small dresser by the front door.

I walked further inside, and saw there’s a light pink envelope sitting on the kitchen table.

I turned it around and it said, »Otvori me« in Bosnian, then I saw an arrow pointing to turn the envelope around and I saw the English translation »Open me«.

I sighed and looked around the apartment we share.

”Trystan? This isn’t funny. If you are playing some weird cat-and-mouse game or hide-and-seek? It’s not funny.“

I noticed I’m alone at home. I pulled out my phone and speed-dialed Trystan’s number.

His deep timbre greeted me.

”Why hello Rosa. I assume you’re on your way?“ Trystan asked me.

I could hear glasses clink and wondered what he prepared this time.

”I found the letter just now.“ I said.

”Alright then I’ll let you read the letter and then you can call me back.“

With those words, he disconnected the call and I stared at my phone in disbelief.

”Alright I’ll read the letter.“ I sighed as I read the letter inside the envelope.

All it has is an address. An address I know very well. It’s the address to my uncle Tommy’s bar.

Then I read on.

»P.S. Wear the dress and shoes. You’ll find the outfit in our bedroom.«

Note in hand I followed the instructions only to find a light pink box on our bed, it’s the same color as the envelope.

When I opened the box I found a red satin dress. With spaghetti straps and a leg slit. As well as black strappy heels.

I sighed and smiled. This must’ve been Marguerite’s work. Trystan’s sister is a genius when it comes to fashion.

I’m not exactly the type for heels but I’ll wear them for tonight and only for Trystan.

As I hugged the dress I smiled because Trystan can always make me smile even on a bad day.

I took a quick shower in the adjoining bathroom. Put on the dress Trystan chose for me, the shoes, and some light make-up.

Deciding to leave my shoulder-length dark brown hair open and free. I put on some spritzers of my favorite perfume ”Black Opium“ and I’m ready to go. I give Trystan a call as I’m about to exit the building.

”I take it you’re ready Rosa?“

I smiled at the warmth in his tone.

”Yes I’m ready to go and I’ll be there in a bit.“

”Alright Rosa. I’ll be waiting.“ We hang up and I‘m on my way to see Trystan’s surprise.

Trystan

I put my phone on the counter and I got everything ready.

From the food, to the special cocktails, I’m going to mix. I figured I’d just make us a special drink.

I wanted tonight to be special, not because it’s Valentine’s Day, but because I wanted us to have a nice dinner and drinks. Without other people being there.

We’re not big on romance but from time to time we need to relax too.

I’m about to set the table when I hear the door opening and turn around.

And it’s like the first time we met. Rose still makes my heart beat faster and simply takes my breath away.

It’s the simplicity that drew me in. I walked closer to her.

”You look stunning, Rosa.“ I have started using that nickname and it stuck.

She smiled at me, her hazel eyes imbued with hints of green are lit from within with joy and I smiled back at her.

”Well you chose well. Give Marguerite my thanks.“

”What makes you think Marguerite had anything to do with choosing the dress? Maybe I chose it myself.“ I smirked.

”And did you?“ She asked as I scooted the chair back and she sat down.

”Well fine. Marguerite did help me. But I knew you’d look good in red which you do.“ I said.

”Thank you. So what’s all this? What are we celebrating?“ She asked as she discarded her coat and put it on an empty chair. Meanwhile, I went to the bar to get the food.

”Well I thought it would be nice if we had dinner. Just the two of us, and not just because it’s Valentine‘s Day. I thought something intimate would do the trick. I tried writing a poem but I suck at poems. I just couldn’t find the right words so that it actually rhymed.“ I admitted a flush of embarrassment staining my cheeks.

”That’s okay, I don’t need fancy poems or gestures. I just need you. That’s all.“ She smiled softly at me and I can see the sincerity in her eyes.

I smiled as I brought over two plates and cutlery.

Then I put down a pot of ”Bosanksi lonac“ it’s a slow-cooking Bosnian stew. It’s a hearty dish. Using beef, various vegetables among some of the main ingredients. And of course some freshly baked bread to dip into the stew.

”Oh my god this smells incredible.“ She closed her eyes and a look of pure bliss crossed her soft features.

”Wait until you try it.“ I said and put some on her plate.

We both dug in. And talked here and there in between the meals.

”I can’t remember the last time I’ve had such a good meal.“

I grinned, proud I made it. Well, I called the kitchen staff in Drakovia, and our head chef ”Alana“ guided me through the steps of making it.

But still, I made it myself. It’s my go-to dish for when I need something warm and nostalgic. Today I got to share it with Rose. Nothing beats that.

”I do have one more surprise.“ I said as I cleaned the dishes away.

”What else could there be?“ Rose asked and wanted to help me with the dishes but I waved her away.

”I made us some cocktails. Or well I gathered ingredients to make us some cocktails.“

She grinned and leaned on the bar counter.

”Really? This I got to see.“

I grinned and gathered all the ingredients to make it. Jasmine and rose gin, raspberry syrup, elderflower and rose tonic water, a dash of pink pepper and some rose petals for garnish

”It’s called ”Kiss from a Rose“. It has jasmine and rose gin, raspberry syrup, elderflower and rose tonic water, a dash of pink pepper and some rose petals for garnish.“ I said and Rose grinned widely at me.

I mixed everything up, shook it and poured it into coupe glasses.I handed her one glass and she took a sip.

”And?“ My voice had an impatient clip to it.

”Mhh. This is actually really good. It has a kick to it because of the pink pepper, but the sugarcane sugar cuts away some of the spice. It’s really nice. And you made this for me?“

I nodded and she smiled.

”Alright then let me return the favor.“

I put my head to the side not following her words.

”What do you mean?“

”Let me make you a cocktail?“ She said and I moved to the side.

”You know how to make cocktails?“

”Move over. And yes I do know how to make cocktails.“

I watched her take some ingredients, add liquor, mix it all up, and serve it up to me.

”Enjoy your cocktail.“

”Oh this looks nice. What’s the name of the cocktail?“ I stared at the drink.

”It’s called ”The Thorne.“ Rose grinned.

”My heart melts knowing you named a cocktail after me. Also since when do you know how to mix up cocktails? Do you have secret talents I know nothing about?“

”Really Trystan? My uncle owns this bar. But to answer your question it was usually when I was high-strung working a case. I found when I was stuck with a case, I tried mixing cocktails or baking. One of those two. It was helping me focus on something else besides the case I was working on.“ She leaned on the counter as I take another sip and finish up the drink.

”Just be warned I’ve had a lot of alcohol in my life. So I have high expectations.“

”No? Really? Drink up, Thorne.“ Her eyes went wide before they returned to their normal size.

”I love it when you boss me around.“ I gave her a kiss on her cheek.

”Stop stalling and drink the damn cocktail.“ She laughed.

I took a sip and I’m pleasantly surprised. Hints of orange add a nice contrast to the sharpness of the liquor. I’m guessing a smoky whiskey.

I put the glass down and looked at Rose.

”And?“ She asked.

”A little impatient are we? Let me savor the taste.“

”You’re impossible. Just tell me.“ Rose groaned, making me smile even wider.

I leaned over to her and kissed her deeply.

”I take that as a good sign?“ She says, biting her lip nervously. Wondering if I’ll like it.

”Oh yes. It packs quite a punch, but there are subtle notes that make me go back for more, like orange and something else I can’t name.“

”It’s cinnamon. And it’s just like you. You always make me want you more. So I’m glad the drink could represent that.“

”You know we could combine our cocktails. They’re both excellent.“

Rose grinned and pulled me closer for another kiss. Until we’re both chest to chest. Our hearts are beating in sync.

”Or we could combine one. And call it Thorns and Roses.“ She suggested.

I smiled against her soft lips.

”I just hope the cocktail will taste good if we combine it.“

“Oh, it will. Trust me.“ She put her hands against my chest and we reveled in the glow of our love.

They both grinned at each other. I extended my hand to Rose.

”May I have this dance?“

”There’s no music.“

I clicked on a button on my phone, and suddenly the first notes of Nora Jones ’ live song »Sunrise« play softly in the background.

”You put on my favorite song.“ She sighed as she took my hand and we slowly danced together in the dim light, while enclosed in our pink bubble of love and serenity.

Bonus:

[kwaj115]

Trystan Thorne x MC: Royalty Over Loyalty

Summary: Trystan decides to take the throne. But what happens to the best partnership at Mafalda Agency?

Warnings: Fluff with a bit of angst

Tags: @ikingsley @remnantsofthepast-if @loyalshrimpfan @barnibumblr @loyalshrimp @alleycat97 @blaines-hayes @swimmingshoebakerydreamer @luthorsxrojas @darlingnikki-prince @dowhatisaynotwhatido @mortalinshadows @nirvanaz-moon @belvoiresqueenbee

Author’s Notes: Might edit this later, it was pretty rushed. But I just wanted to get this idea out. It’s pretty short. They’re well in the book but this is a little standalone, it won’t affect their relationship if I were to create a series. I have also decided to try my hand at a male!MC so hopefully I didn’t lose touch with writing- (Sorry, it has been a while since I’ve read Crimes of Passion so I’ve just gone off of what I remember) You can message if you wanna be added to the taglist.

Inspired by Another Lifetime by NAO

The vengeful lover of Countess Juliana Georgescu and the killer of Drakovia was finally discovered. Trystan and Cameron could see through Vasili’s cover and escape his plot. But Trystan will soon have to bear the weight of Drakovia upon her. 

In Trystan’s dressing room, Cameron helps her prepare by tightening her tie. 

“You know you don’t have to do all this, Cam.”

“I want to.”

The next few moments are filled with silence. Neither one wanted to break the peace with the reality they must face. 

“How do I look?”

“Elegant.”

“Are you ready though?”

Trystan couldn’t answer, she must be ready. She’s obligated to take the throne. She cannot have such unacceptable doubts about her reign.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Suddenly, Trystan feels the ground shaking and her head spinning. Cameron had to catch her before she hit the ground, holding her as she shook in his arms. 

“Look, I understand. I respect your decision, okay? You’ll make an amazing queen. Someone Drakovia needs.”

“But that means we won’t be together. That I’d have to marry someone else, be true to them even when I love you still. It’s not fair.”

She feels that she cannot afford to break down and fall apart right before the ceremony. Cameron keeps her grounded in reality in his arms. 

“Trystan, I’ll be here. But we can’t do this. Even if you were to have me by your side, it wouldn’t be fair for the ruler by your side. No matter what, I’m here whenever you need me. Even in New York, I’ll take the next available flight to you.”

Cameron helps Trystan up, smoothening her wrinkly clothes. Before approaching the door and gently opening it, guiding her out. He returned to his group in the ceremony chamber, awaiting Trystan’s arrival. 

Escorted by Drakovia’s current rulers, Trystan walks as stoically as possible down the aisle. Cameron is unable to handle the sight of Trystan, pain coiling around his heart and suffocating it. He has to accept it, he must come to terms with not having Trystan. That Trystan Thorne will never completely be his, he will be another secret swept away to the side. He must will his heart to share her with Drakovia and her official spouse. As Trystan reaches the end of the aisle, before she can spot her lover, he disappears through a side exit to the dismay of others and his group of friends. 

‘Cause there I will stay, my darling

Cameron attempted to take a breath but he couldn’t, each failed breath caused him to panic more. 

I swear I won’t run from you

He ran. He ran until he couldn’t anymore. 

Won’t run from you, I swear about it

Away from the ceremony, the palace, his Trystan. No. Queen Trystan. He couldn’t do it, become a lover to the Queen, regardless of her father doing the same. Cameron would never want to take part in Trytan’s attention when it should be on the one Trystan chooses to rule Drakovia with. 

One day, Cameron Rose and Trystan Thorne would’ve meant to be.

But for now, not in this lifetime…

Guess I’ll wait another lifetime

Meet me in another lifetime

‘Cause there I will stay, my darling

I swear I won’t run from you

[moominofthevalley]

HIS FACE LOOKS SO……NOT TRYSTAN 😭😭

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Could it be?

Book: Crimes of Passion

Pairing: F! Trystan Thorne x F!MC Aaliyah Rose

Category: Angst/pining

Rating PG

Warnings: alludes to sexual thoughts

Word count: 700

Summary: Whilst stuck in a freezer with Aaliyah, Trystan thinks and reflects upon her growing feelings for Aaliyah and her feelings for Juliana.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry.

Authors note: so disclaimer I have not finished book one yet of Crimes of Passion yet, however I felt inspired to write this fic. I do not know how much writing as of yet I will do for Crimes of Passion so please enjoy.

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She had never expected to find herself here when she met the Private Detective Aaliyah Rose. She was impressed with her physical prowess at their first meeting and investigating the cult and murders was mentally a challenge that I never knew I needed.

I had been guarded of course. The memories of that night when I lost Juliana but there was something about Aaliyah that made me want to tell her everything about that night.

Here we are sitting in a freezer, tracking down some stolen items from uncle Tommy’s bar. We cuddle up together to keep warm. She is in my arms. She feels so right, cuddling into me with her head on my chest. Thoughts go to what I have fantasized. Kissing her, running my hands along her curves, lavishing attention on her breasts, to tasting her and watching her fall as she succumbs to her climax. The thoughts make me feel warmer and she cuddles into me more, making me want to act on them more.

To distract myself I ask her about her dad, his career and what happened. I found it comforting, not only was she trusting me with this information but that I was not the only one who had lost a loved one in tragic and mysterious circumstances.

Aaliyah moves and our lips are close. I badly want to kiss her but we are interrupted. Matty finds us and lets us out. A part of me is annoyed but also I am relieved that we have been rescued. Matty fills us in on what has been happening, why he stole from Tommy. One thing leads to another and we are on a stake out. It is a success and we have retrieved Aaliyah’s dads gun and badge.

Aaliyah is relieved. To others it is just a gun and badge but to her it is a part of her dad and this a part of her. She still does not know who murdered her dad but maybe solving this cult case will bring her closer to justice for her dad also.

She is relieved that Matty will only need to work off the damage and is relieved that the debt has been wiped but she is still angry. At least the gun and badge is where it belongs.

After celebrating the success of the stakeout Aaliyah is caught up in different thoughts. The thoughts of what nearly happened with Trystan. She did find her attractive, she was not the normal type of person to whom she has had relationships prior but how often does a PI from New York work closely with exiled royalty from Drakovia? The more she worked with Trystan the more she changed her opinion of her. She was not just some spoilt exiled royal but someone who was willing to work and get the best outcome. She hoped to hear what really happened with Juliana, what the other royal at the party had her intrigued and then thoughts went to the freezer today. She did not imagine Trystan getting warmer and she so badly wanted to kiss her. Did Trystan feel what she thought she was starting to feel for her? She must do, Aaliyah thought. If Trystan only wanted her for one night of debauchery then surely it would have happened. A familiar heat was pooling at Aaliyah’s core and she went to have a shower and to pleasure herself to the thoughts of what almost happened.

Across town, at a penthouse apartment, Trystan was thinking about the events of the day and what almost transpired. She thought she would never find anyone that she would fall for, especially after Juliana, she had a string of lovers, both male and female to fulfill needs but she knew that with Aaliyah, it would mean so much more, it was going to fill a void that she never thought would be filled until now. She went to have a shower, again pleasuring herself to the thoughts of what she wanted to do with Aaliyah and promised herself that when this case was over she would make her dreams become reality, the only question was after today, could she wait that long?

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Authors note 2: short and sweet but as I stated in the previous authors note, I have not finished playing book 1 yet so as such I have not gotten to know the characters and events well enough to write longer fics, I am surprised that I was inspired to write this. I will be tagging my normal tag list so if you DO NOT want to be tagged for crimes of passion please let me know.

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🛑 "No kissing!" 🛑

After the events of Drakovia, Lilah has a new rule. No kissing while on a case.

I can't thank the wonderful @callmebeem for this gorgeous art of Trystan and my detective.

[Trystan Thorne x Lilah Rose Masterlist]

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No Kissing

Pairing: M!Trystan Thorne x Lilah Rose (F!MC) Book: Crimes of Passion (post book 2) Word Count: ~300 Rating/Warning: General (no warnings) A/N: This is not edited, so please forgive any mistakes and errors

Synopsis: After the events of Drakovia, Lilah has a new rule. No kissing while on a case.

His warm lips were met by her cool hand, halting his pursuits. 

"No!" Lilah stated firmly, shaking her head. 

"What do you mean?" His words were mumbled against her palm.

"No kissing!"

"What do you mean, 'no kissing'—" He sighed as she pulled her hand away. "I thought—"

Lilah pressed her hands to her hips. "You thought, just because we are open with our relationship, now you can just kiss me anytime you want?"

A sly smirk drew across his lips as he leaned closer, "I had hoped—"

"Well, my handsome former king—" Her finger trailed teasingly down the angles of his jaw. She pulled back as quickly as her tender touch started. "—you hoped wrong." She turned away, enjoying the look of disillusionment spreading on his face. 

"But why?" He trailed quickly behind. 

"We're professionals. We have a case."

"We're off the clock."

"The clock is never off—" Lilah began. Thoughts of all the times they snuck off in Drakovia, which, with some distance and perspective, she realized greatly hindered their investigation. She shook them away. Drakovia was their past. This was their now, and what would come next. "We need to focus."

"I am focused—" He leaned against the bar, watching her as she turned her attention back to the case files before her. 

"On the case," she scolded him without looking up. She tapped the bar stool beside her. "Now tell me what you can glean from this?"

"You want to know what I can glean?" Trystan leaned in, drawing the file closer and flipping through the photos. He started with a quick glance but then slowed down as he delved into a closer examination. As they worked together, their bodies drew closer. Whispered theories and observations filled the space between them. As long as they were together, there was no case too difficult to crack. 

But seriously, no way my Lilah actually would have been so distracted in Drakovia while on such a serious case. I totally blame them for Sebastian's death. Had they never let him out of their sight, he could (and would) still be alive. I am holding them accountable for that, so no more kisses! lol

Anyway, thanks for reading! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[jerzwriter]

A Sparkling Holiday

It's their first Christmas together, and Trystan and Carolina are bringing in traditions from their past, and starting some new ones of their own.

Book: Crimes of Passion (post Book 2) Pairing: Trystan Thorne x F!MC (Carolina Rose) Rating: Teen Words: 945 A/N: Participating in @choicesficwriterscreations Holidays 2023, @choicesholidays it sort of fits "But it's tradition..." @choicesdecember2023 Christmas Thank you for the prompt @inlocusmads. I just loved writing this! I hope you enjoy it, too!

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With the workday behind her, Carolina sat back on her couch with a cup of coquito in hand and numerous cardboard boxes surrounding her. Her sweater was covered with bits of silver tinsel, and her smile radiated just as brightly with each ornament she removed. Christmastime. She had a love/hate relationship with the season ever since her father was killed. But she promised that she’d focus on the positive long ago. Not only would he have wanted that, but despite her sometimes hardened exterior, there was light inside of Carolina Rose that fought to shine no matter what life threw her way. If asked, she’d deny its existence, but those who knew her best saw it as clear as day... and one of those people just entered the room.

Having Trystan in her life made finding the magic in the holiday season much easier. A year ago, she would have chastised herself for the stupid grin she wore as she watched him placing his box of decorations beside her. They decided to let the pros decorate his big, fancy apartment, but Carolina’s place was another story.   They'd decorate it together, with items from each of their pasts and a few new things they had chosen.

“What have you got there?” Trystan smiled as he sat next to her.

“It’s a Teddy bear that doubles as a Christmas tree ornament. I bought it for my father at the school bazaar when I was in third grade.”

Trystan took the weathered pale blue bear with a loose button eye from her hands and looked it over carefully.

“I know he’s seen better days,” Carolina apologized. “But he means so much to me.”

Trystan tugged at the string on the button, pulling the eye back into place.

“If you can get me a needle, I’d be happy to fix it. Not that he needs fixing. He's perfect as is.”

“He is?” she queried skeptically.

“Of course! Things that are loved are always beautiful. Take you, for example; you’re simply exquisite... because you’re so loved.”

She threw her arms around his neck with a boisterous laugh. “Trystan Thorne! Are you saying I’m beautiful because you love me?”

“Was my name mentioned anywhere in that sentence? While I love you immensely, you were already well-loved when I came into your life. I can’t take full credit.”

She ran her hand through his hair, mindlessly twirling a long lock around her finger. “And what about you? Are you this gorgeous due to how much I love you?”

“Of course,” he teased. “I was a hideous beast until you came into my life.”

“Not quite,” she grinned. Leaning forward, she took his lips into a soft, lingering kiss, and when she broke free, she decided she must have another. Trystan was too happy to oblige, but she pulled away with a smile when he went in for a third.

“That’s enough, your highness! If we keep this up, there won’t be any decorating this evening... and I, for one, am quite anxious to see what you’ve brought.”

“Well, nothing will compare to this adorable little bear....”

“That goes without saying,” she teased, “but what do you have in your box of Drakovian Christmas magic? Barbed wire? A venomous snake or two?”

“You peeked!” He clutched his chest in mock horror.

“Nope. It’s just a given!”

If Carolina had any thoughts she could be wrong, they were dismissed when Trystan opened his macabre assortment. She was speechless but gasped at one item in particular.

“Is that...please tell me that’s not a skull!”

“It’s not a skull,” he deadpaned. “At least not a real one, just a quality replica. Using the real thing was banned in the early 20th Century.”

“What? Why do you have a skull amongst your Christmas decorations?”

“Because it is a decoration. Every home in Drakovia has one.”

The look of horror in her eyes told him further explanation was necessary.

“It’s a replica of one of my ancestor’s skulls. King Yorick.”

“Please tell me that’s a joke... you did not have a King Yorkick!”

“Nah,” Trystan laughed. “It was King Vyacheslav. I just nicknamed him Yorick because... you know... Hamlet.”

“Yes. I may not have had the best education, but we did cover Hamlet. But why does his skull adorn every Christmas tree in Drakovia?”

“Because unlike most of our monarchs, he was known for his kindness and good deeds. At the holidays, he ensured every child in the kingdom had a gift under their tree.”

“And to commemorate his kindhearted nature... you put a replica of his skull on your trees each year.”

“Precisely.”

She shook her head with a sigh. “Trystan, I will never understand your people.”

“That’s all right,” he agreed. “Neither will I.”

They sifted through the box, through the black feathers, miniature swords, and a few items Carolina was afraid to ask about, and then Trysten suddenly shut the lid.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“Putting this away. We can start a new tradition... using my childhood Christmas decorations for Halloween. I much prefer the items we purchased this year.”

He pulled two ornaments out of a paper shopping bag. “See! Barbie and Ken, in all their pink majesty. This is more fitting for our tree!”

“I have to agree with you there,” she nodded. “And they’ll make great playmates for my little bear!”

They removed all the new ornaments one by one... each more sparkly and glittery than the last... then they took out one last thing... their bright, golden star purchased on a walk through the Union Square Holiday Market.

“Do you want to put it on, or shall I?” Trystan asked.

“New tradition. I say we always do it together."

"I can agree to that," he said, holding her hand as she rose on her tiptoes to place the star on the tallest branch of the tree.

Carolina stood before the tree, her face aglow with childlike wonder.

"It's beautiful," she cooed.

Trystan reached out, brushed his hand along her chin, and turned her face toward him. "It is," he smiled. "Absolutely beautiful."

~~~~

That got much more schmaltzy and gooey than I anticipated, but they deserve it! (And I deserve the coquito! lol)

Thank you for reading!

Tagging separately.

[reveluving]

take me anywhere but home

summary: trystan always wants to take care of you, even if it's 3.12 a.m. in the morning.

pairing: m!trystan thorne x f!mc (written as ‘you’, no name usage)

warnings: mature/smut (minors DNI!), major spoilers from book 2!

a/n: in honour of the end of book 2 because the authors spared my heart (tq <3) and honestly? this is one of my favourite pieces I've ever written, and not just because it's Trystan. it's just a little reminder that we all need a break every once in a while, yknow? gave my all in this, especially for Smutember, so don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» fancy reading another choices fic? check out my m.list!

» smut includes; gentle (+ occasionally mean) dom!trystan, ‘beautiful’ as a pet name, nipple play, fingering, mild spitting, fingering, missionary, unprotected sex (p in v sex), praise kink, loads of kisses (a lot)—Trys is extra kinky but y’all already knew that. (prompts used at the end of fic!)

'But Trystan was stubborn as he was gorgeous, which is the same sentiment he has for you, to no one’s surprise.' ;

He groaned awake the moment he felt the side next to him unoccupied. It didn't take long for him to realize he had been hugging your pillow instead of you—you must've slid it into his reach when you got out of bed. Though he could’ve assumed you went for a quick run to the bathroom, he couldn’t help but glance at the door to the living room opened ajar, noticing the light slightly coming in. 

And like a moth to a flame, the amber light was practically calling him to look for you.

He checked the clock on the nightstand, his brows shooting up in surprise to see the time; 3.12 a.m. You were normally back in his arms around 2.30 a.m. 

Sighing, he stretched, joints popping and cracking as he did. It didn't take long for him to sit up, pushing the blanket off with his feet and trudging his way to the bathroom to splash his face.

In the midst of his awakening, he couldn't help but wonder what was different today. You couldn't be doing work at this hour, you (jokingly) promised not to touch a single file for the first few days of your well-needed break, and even if you broke your promise of straying away from work at least for a little while, it just didn’t feel right.

Big issue or not, something was obviously wrong. 

He exited the bathroom, wiping his hands with a hand towel, only to freeze up as he heard rustling in the corner of the room, just next to the floor lamp. He looked over at the dog bed, breaking into a smile as Alice let out a whine. Her eyes darted to the door before focusing on the man before her, as if silently telling him that she, too, noticed. Seeing her endearing head tilt, wondering what either of them should do, drew a soft sound of amusement out of him.

Still, Trystan couldn’t help but let out a shaky sigh soon after. He had his suspicions, he just didn’t want to panic. Somewhere in the back of his mind, just the tiniest part of his brain, he feared the absolute worst. He even wondered why he didn’t scramble out of bed as soon as he noticed your lack of presence.

One may call him clingy from afar but he had a damn good reason for his concerns. 

The very thought of you ending up like Juliana. 

However, his more rational side was quick to dispel his doubts and nightmares. If anything did happen to you, which he hoped to God nothing did, one; he would’ve jolted awake at the sound of you fending off, for you were a force to be reckoned with, after all, and two; Alice could’ve easily smelt the first sign of danger and done her best to alert him.

“We won’t take long.” He reassured her, scratching the spot just behind her ears. It immediately soothed her worries as one of her back legs began kicking in delight. 

He stood up, exiting the bedroom before closing the door, figuring this might just be between you and him for the time being. Thankfully, he was grateful for remaining level-headed for it took little to no effort to find you.

There you were, one of your arms spread wide on the couch with nothing but your panties and Trsytan’s dress shirt buttoned only at the collar. You were swirling your drink idly, barely acknowledging the soft clinks of the ice as they slowly melted in the glass. Though seeing you just two articles of clothing away from being naked, he was more focused on how preoccupied you were with your thoughts. Your face, though subtle, held a myriad of emotions.

But if he had to describe in just a few words, you just seemed emotionally exhausted, hidden behind a veil of indifference.

It didn’t take long for you to look up, feeling someone’s eyes on you from your shared bedroom’s direction. You knew it wasn’t Alice, you would’ve heard her nails clicking against the floor and rushed over to lay by your side. You blinked a couple of times, refocusing on the present as you were greeted with Trsytan’s presence.

"Hey," You broke into a tired but warm smile, “You okay?”

Even in distress, you were still looking out for others. You weren't as subtle as you were hoping to be, or maybe he has lived with you long enough to pick up your habits. The itty-bitty details that even your own uncle wouldn't be able to notice, and no doubt you wanted to keep it that way. 

But Trystan was stubborn as he was gorgeous, which is the same sentiment he has for you, to no one’s surprise.

“I should be the one interrogating you, detective,” He cocked his head, “It’s way past your bedtime.”

You were tired, that much was certain, but you weren’t keen on the idea of going to bed at the moment. Not with the thoughts going through your head, maybe even reality settling in. The close calls, the sleepless nights, the ‘bathroom breaks’ you had to take during a brutal investigation, only to bite your finger to stop yourself from crying as soon as you leave the office. 

You hid them well, but you should’ve known better than to think it could work on Trystan, too.

Not that you were able to fool the rest of the crew either. You learnt that after the third attempt, about two years into your job, coming back to your desk from an episode to find an array of small but meaningful gifts on your desk, including essential oils, a couple of your favourite snacks and a tacky ‘hang in there’ card with a cat on it. 

Though it obviously didn’t magically wash your worries away, you did remember ending the day on a much lighter note than you expected. 

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep. You'd think after being given a week off, I'd be able to sleep like a baby." You let out a soft, hollow laugh before taking a sip of your drink, “‘Drooling away’, as you’d tell me oh so affectionately.”

You were forced to crane your neck as he approached you. You would’ve made a witty remark about him standing before you in just his briefs if not for the slight frown on his face, 

"I do miss seeing you drool first thing in the morning,” He dodged the playful swat of your hand, “C'mon, back to bed, you." 

"I can't sleep though." 

"We don't have to. I feel like you and I would be more at ease if we stayed together. I know what the mind can do to someone if they’re left alone with their own thoughts for too long." He clarified with a wry smile. When you lacked any response or even a sign to move, he knelt in front of you, grabbing your free hand to hold in between his, "What can I do to help you?"

You pursed your lips, knowing you couldn't talk him out of this one. Not with his insistence.

Instead, you sighed, patting the empty spot beside you.

“Sit with me?” He didn’t give you the time to finish your question, occupying the spot as soon as you pat the seat. You chuckled, more genuine than the last as Trystan snuck his arms around you.

You took another sip, but before you could allow the sharp liquid to flow down your throat, you felt Trystan’s fingers caressing the outline of your jaw. Holding your chin in between his fingers, he turned your head so he could stare directly into your eyes. As he leaned in for a kiss, his tongue slipped into your mouth, sliding against your own and absolutely hooked on the taste. Your taste.

Sweet, slightly smoky, with a smooth finish, especially the lascivious display he had you in—an ardent lover his absolute most to clear his beloved’s head, even for just a split second.

He swiftly took the glass out of your hand, placing it on the coffee table before drawing you into a deeper kiss as he effortlessly lifted you onto his lap. Your body could only droop in his arms in the same way your eyes did.

Warmth slowly spread through his chest, the chilliness he felt prior to waking up gradually disappeared as his body temperature rose. 

You were no better, face growing hot as you reciprocated almost bashfully. You weren't shy, not by a long shot, but it did catch you off guard.

You were the first to pull away, feeling something similar to a whiplash. That didn’t mean you wanted it all to stop, and as if Trsytan knew you best, he continued, pressing his lips to your jaw down to your neck as he decorated you with kisses. You could only give into his ministrations, lolling your head back a little. 

Looping one arm around his neck, you shivered as his breath tickled the crook of your neck. Trystan could've easily been lulled by the gentle brushing of his hair. 

"We can always go somewhere tomorrow." He murmured, prompting you to look down at the top of his head.

"I think I'd prefer to stay home. Just a day or two. With you. And Alice, of course," You smiled, patting his other arm with your free hand, "Why? Did you have somewhere in mind?" 

"No, no, you know me and my impulsivity. I just thought you'd prefer a little rendezvous, just the three of us. Take your mind off things," Trystan trailed off, hoping to lighten up the mood, “I heard the zoo here is pretty nice.”

You snorted, shooting him a teasing glare even if he couldn't see it, “And risk you pulling me into a pool like you did in Drakovia? You’re not fooling me, Thorne. I can hear it in your voice.” 

“Well, I tried.” He shrugged, sharing a soft laugh with you, though his died down way before yours did as he pulled away from you just a little. You wondered if it was just you, looking over and furrowing your brows when you saw him suddenly staring into space, deep in his thoughts.

“Trystan?” 

He heard you loud and clear, and yet, couldn’t help but mull over the mention of his old home. Particularly, a memory he could never forget.

"I... I'm really sorry. In the library, back in Drakovia. I didn't mean to snap." No matter how hard he tried, hoping his mind could finally acknowledge that you had forgiven him, and despite everything that happened, from murders to betrayals in less than two months, the flash of disappointment in your eyes still haunts him to this day.

"Hey, come on. If my own family started pointing fingers at me after finding a dead body in my room, I'd get pretty testy, too." 

"Don't do that, please," You would’ve thought he was scolding you if not for the desperation in his tone, "It was not okay. You've been there for me through and through, and that was the thanks I gave you?" 

It was clearly eating him up inside. 

"Trys, I admit. It… surprised me a little. But you know I would've told you if it bothered me," Work or not, you never liked beating around the bush. You pursed your lips, trying to figure out a way to bring out his old, infuriatingly passionate self, "Plus, you apologized even before I could figure out how to… punish you for it."

You were beyond relieved to see him crack a smile, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"Oh? And how were you planning on punishing me, then?" 

"Giving you the silent treatment." You replied without missing a beat, your smirk widening as his face contorted into disbelief and horror, though you knew he was partially playing into it.

"That's just cruel," He frowned. You wordlessly shrugged, biting down the cheeky smile that threatened to slip off as you turned your head to the side with your arms crossed, "And childish." 

You continued to 'ignore’ him, looking around the unit as though he wasn't present. 

"You know it's not going to work on me." 

As if on cue, a loud honk resonated from the road below, grabbing your interest as you looked over at the window to see what the fuss was about. You could play the game all day and he clearly couldn’t.

“Still not working.” He added, almost as if trying to convince himself.

Nothing.

You knew you had broken his resolve when he let out a disgruntled huff.

"That's it." 

He surged forward, wrapping his arms around you before pulling you in for a bear hug. He kissed and gnawed on your neck, the ticklish sensation only caused him to tighten his grip as you futilely tried to escape his grasp. 

“Trystan!” You yelped and squirmed, unable to control the giggle that bubbled in your throat as he pulled the button-up you wore down, exposing more of your skin for him to attack, “C’mon, you’re not playing fair!”

“No? I thought the rule was simply not to speak up. So,” He cast you a shit-eating grin, “I win.”

You groaned dramatically, letting your head fall back to his shoulder as you succumbed to his cuddling tendency. You weren't fooling anyone with your supposed exasperation, though, and you couldn't resist either. So, you took everything he had to offer.

Nothing could deter you from the warmth he exuded, both inside and out. Not even as it began to drizzle in the night, raindrops pitter-pattering against the window. 

Alice, too, probably understood that the two of you were fine, and was now sleeping soundly. 

To him, this was peace; waking up not even at the ass-crack of dawn and rambling about the prizes you’ve won as a kid or making plans to drop off Alice at his sister’s while the two of you try out the dining in the dark experience restaurant that just opened the other day.

“Hey,” You said, looking over your shoulder. He hummed in response, wanting nothing more than to feel you. Talk to you. Listen to you. Anything to have you with him, despite the weighing guilt of momentarily making this about him instead of you, “I’m sorry for what happened.”

He finally opened his eyes, half-lidded and almost as tired as you were. No longer because of the lack of sleep but at the mere thought of his old home, the sheer whiplash of it all. Everything that happened in Drakovia felt like a fever dream; the good, the bad, and the utmost ugly. 

“I’m sorry, too.” It may have been your line of work but he couldn't imagine being subjected to the chaos you two had endured, had he decided to fly home to solve the case and then come back to the States with anyone but you. Plus, the childhood reminiscing, cultural tours and sexual escapades he was able to share with you were what made the whole trip more than just bearable.

He didn't need anyone to tell him that his family was in fact not normal, and he most certainly wouldn't have vocalized his distaste in their ways if not for the agency.

That was not to say he was a coward, and he still loved his family. Every day, he thanked the universe for the outcome. Had he held onto a sliver of hope for some sense of belonging with the line instead of fighting for what he truly believed, who knows how it could’ve ended?

But it all hardly mattered now. His life wasn’t about Drakovia anymore, not to that extent It was no longer about the short-lived commodity and ‘hoping for the best’ as he did before and after his exile. Whether it was anything as mundane as being stuck in traffic with the crew or as ridiculous yet domestic as falling in the bathtub with you while giving Alice a much-needed bath. His life was nothing short of an adventure with the people that he, as cliché as it sounded, has seen as his own family.

Your eyes fluttered open as he planted a kiss on the nape of your neck, a delicate touch. One after another, his lips ascended to the sweet spot where your neck and shoulder just met.

Your breath hitched as his cold hands took hold of yours, swiping his thumbs over your knuckles. His hands then slowly travelled up your arms, imagining the goosebumps rising under the sleeves. With his shirt buttoned in a similar fashion to an off-shoulder top, he pulled the collar down your arms, just until your cleavage became more visible. 

You could feel him smile into your back at the sight of your hardened nipples peeking through the material.

"Trystan..?" He hadn't spoken a word since his hands began to wander all over your body, and it remained that way for a couple more seconds as he trailed his lips across your newly exposed skin.

"Hmm?" He hummed, coming up at your eye level as he hooked his chin on your shoulder. Following his gaze, you watched your reflections in the window. It was unclear from the raindrops trickling down the glass, but enough to make out just how naked the two of you really were.

"I just…" He piped up, but not before moving to your other shoulder to peck and nose at, "I just want you to let it all go. Lose yourself to me." 

You were like a fish out of water; it shouldn't have surprised you as it did, but something about his tone, the yearning, the sheer need to lift off the weight that you've been carrying for a while. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry now that you’d grown soft, letting your vulnerability seep through. You weren’t stupid enough to show your sensitive side out and about, but with Trystan, it felt wonderful to have someone ready as he was to take the reins. 

"Can you do that for me?" 

Then again, maybe you do know what to do. 

You nodded deliberately.

"Can you say it for me? Please?" 

“Yes,” You muttered under your breath, “Yes. Please, Trystan. Whatever you want.”

“No,” He raised your hand, kissing the back of it before looking into your eyes, “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

He patiently waited for your reply, lips quirking in amusement as his eyes flitted to the way you ground your hips instinctively. 

“Whatever I want…” You dragged his hands upwards, and instantaneously understanding your desperation for his touch, he squeezed your breasts before haphazardly doing it again upon sliding them under your shirt. His cold palms only caused you to jolt as he rolled your pebbled buds in between his fingers.

Grunting as he cupped your breasts, he pecked your forehead for your attention. You peered up at him, your eyes lost in the moment of lust before widening as Trystan leaned in. Your state of surprise allowed him entrance through your lips, licking the inside of your mouth as his only form of sustenance.

You could feel the patch forming in between your legs, though Trystan's sharp eyes were quick to notice how your thighs were rubbing together. 

He broke the kiss, your breaths ghosting over each other's lips, "Feels nice, doesn't it? Letting someone else take control?" 

One of his hands left feathery touches as he reached down to your panties; black, cheeky underwear with a lace trim that he's known and loved. He slipped past the waistband, though not touching the spot you needed him most just yet. Instead, he took a handful of the material via your other leg opening before pulling it upwards, cupping your sopping pussy.

Had you not reacted in such a lewd way, suddenly digging your nails into his thigh and arching your back, you would've noticed the lazy smirk forming on his face. 

He then lifted the hem of your shirt, catching a glimpse of the tightened fabric rubbing in between your folds. 

"I'd love to know what my darling wants." He reminded with a purr, shamelessly gazing upon the erotic display. 

"I–!" You cut yourself off with a whine when he pulled the front from side to side, "Trystan, please! Please…" You placed your hand over his, the one playing with the bands of your underwear. He immediately let you take control, releasing his hold in favour of feeling your slick by brushing his fingers along your lower lips.

"You're dripping." He sighed in absolute bliss, imagining the slickness already coating his fingers before pulling his hand out of your panties without a warning.

Your protests died on your tongue when he let out a deep growl. 

He turned you around, chest to chest before pressing his lips to yours with urgency. In the midst of your passionate embrace, Trystan began to sit up on his knees, manoeuvring you by the waist so you laid on your back. His knees were on either side of you, his right arm holding himself up on the seat just over your head. 

He took a moment to appreciate you, his chest heaving as the lights of the bustling city surrounded you from behind like a golden halo crown. 

He reached up to your face, gently caressing your cheek before leaning in for a smooch. Soon, he trailed soft kisses down your body.

You squirmed, hands resting on his shoulders as he descended. His lips lingered in the valley of your breasts, locking his eyes with yours as his tongue flicked and swirled around your nipples. He did the same to the other before proceeding to your tummy, but not before playfully pulling the bud with his lips.

Your hips continued to buck, seeking relief as his firm chest hovered just over the one place you yearned for the most.

“Easy,” Judging by his tone, he was enjoying this a whole lot, hiding the smug as he held your legs down. Figuring that he has left you enough kisses for the time being, he finally reached the flimsy material between him and your, well, his pretty pussy. His words, not yours, “How shall I go about this, hm?” 

He dragged his fingers up and down your clothed sex, biting his bottom lip as you ground yourself against his teasing, “Is it just my hands that you want? Slowly stretch you open with three fingers? Or does my beautiful detective wish for my tongue as well?” 

He licked a long stripe up the damp fabric, daring you to break eye contact. Your hand shot to his hair as you jumped.

“Or,” He held onto your thighs with a smack, “Both? Will you let me taste you a bit, too?"

“Yes! Both! B-Both, please, Trys!” You begged with a gasp, resisting the urge to just claw at his pesky hands. He offered you some mercy, but not before removing your panties painstakingly slowly. Carelessly tossing the little cloth behind him, he whistled at your glistening pussy, waiting for his attention.

“Both it is.” He wasted no time, dropping his head and licked into you as his tongue could reach. The sight of Trystan’s sturdy physique holding onto your legs like you were a lifeline as he buried his face in between your legs seared into your mind. Just as you bucked again, he pulled away but was just as quick to slip his middle finger into you. 

You clenched around him just as the obscene squelch reached his ears, his finger bottoming out at his knuckles. He pulled his head back, only to surge forward once again to suck on your clit. He shook his head, soaking his lips and chin with your juices.

Satisfied with the way his fingers shined and glistened, he sucked on the juices before spitting it into your pussy. As if he wasn't a menace enough, he stuffed the same fingers back into you, with some of the spit mix leaking out.

This time, the pistoning of his fingers quickened, his lips parting as you did out of pure bliss. You could feel yourself trickling down, smearing your tight hole before the couch itself. Not that you cared, and neither did he. 

Your legs trembled, and before just as you felt the rush of heat across your body, you forced him to stop by the wrist. 

Trystan's brows shot up in surprise, and understandably so. Any signs of his tiredness seemed to have disappeared with a snap of a finger as he crawled over closer to check up on you. However, you didn't spare him a second and captured his lips with yours for a desperate kiss. 

“N-No, no. I need you,” You muttered, his forehead resting against yours as he tried syncing his heartbeat with yours from the instantaneous high. His fingers remained stuffed inside you, now moving languidly. You choked out a sob, eyes rolling to the back of your head, “Fuck, please Trystan! Fuck me.” 

Seeing you fall apart just by his hands and voice, begging him to take control was enough to result in the raging hard-on he was sporting. Each time he rutted against the seat felt almost painful just as it was more addicting than the last. 

Like a man possessed, he did as he was told, removing his boxers with his free hand while kissing away the tears of pleasure that threatened to spill. 

Slowly sliding his digits out of you, he unabashedly appraised how soaked three of his fingers were, especially glistening in the light. As much as he wanted to just suck it all off in one go, he, instead, licked your juices off his index finger. 

"How could I say no?" He cooed, finally ridding the briefs as his cock sprung out. Beads of precum dribbled down the sides, visibly aching to be inside you. Trystan threw his head back as he stroked his cock, electricity coursing through his body as he sought even an ounce of relief from your juices alone. 

You whimpered, clenching around nothing and absolutely yearning for him. Naturally spurred by your neediness, he towered over you as he trailed butterfly kisses up your frame, his unfairly large stature easily eclipsing yours.

Staring into your eyes with his half-lidded ones, he rested his forehead against yours, whispering in a tone that nearly moved you into tears for a totally different reason.

“There's no greater length I wouldn't go to to make you happy.”

Your throat tightened at his words, levelling his vulnerability just as you were to show you there was no shame in you being human. 

You sniffled, nodding thoughtfully as you hooked your arms around his neck. He nuzzled the side of your face, whispering sweet reassurances before lining himself up against your tight slit. 

He slowly pushed forward with a heady groan, gritting his teeth as he slowly breached your already clenching walls. He hung his head for a moment, feeling lighthearted from your intoxicating warmth despite not even halfway in. 

“Fuck," He drawled, the very girth of him throbbed as he eased himself in inch by inch and ignoring his need to go to town with you. It took a lot in him, especially the way you huffed and moaned so deliciously in his ear. He knew you loved it, but you didn't need that right now. 

“Trys–tan…!” You pleaded, pushing your hips back into him as he pulled out until the very tip, only to gasp sharply as he drove into you once more. He battered your cunt immensely, fueled by the way your nails dug into his back as if he may float away if you let go. He was so sweet, going slow yet deep if the way his muscles flexed was anything to go by.

A wanton moan slipped past your lips. You felt full, you were full, finding yourself in a drunken haze as he railed into you, coaxing you, or better yet, demanding you not to hold.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” His breaths grew ragged, fading into a disbelief chuckle, “That’s it, beautiful. Squeeze my cock, just like that.” 

“M—Mn–gah–!” The second you felt him reach that one sensitive spot inside you, the pitch of your voice grew higher, "Right there..!" 

His pupils were dilated, determined even at the very sound of your ass slapping against his thighs. You felt dishevelled, but Trystan thought were a sight for sore eyes, ready to be admired and worshipped.

"Gonna cum already?" You were too fucked out to think of a remark about the hint of condescension in his voice, though he made it up to you when he pounded into you a little faster, making your toes curl. It was all too addicting, despite the burn in your thighs from rolling your hips in hopes of chasing your high faster than you already were.

"Do it. Cum on me, make a mess. Bite me, scratch me, do whatever you want. I got you." He left open-mouth kisses up your jaw as his blown out pupils gazed upon yours.

With a final trust, you spasmed around his cock with an almost silent moan, holding onto him with a violent shiver. The way you clenched around him so tightly, almost constructing had one of his knuckles turning a tone lighter, clenching the seat hard as he spurted inside as you came as well.

His chest heaved, holding onto the little strength he had left to suffocating you if he were to ever fall in your arms. He didn't though, as breathless as he was, he still catered to you, leaving lazy kisses wherever he was able to reach. 

It took the two of you a minute, probably even more, but he found the will to move, slowly easing himself out and cooing at you as you whined. Feeling your cum and his dripping out slowly when he hoisted you into his arms, now leaning into him this time.

The two of you remained still, minus the exchange of kisses and worn out smiles with one another. There was no need to rush, even when the occasional tremors of your thighs or Trystan's heavy breathing have stopped after some time.

"Trys?" You whispered, throat a little raspy from your whines and screams. He held his hand up with a ‘hang on’, standing up with a slight shakiness in his knees, not bothering with the briefs he had tossed to the floor as he casually walked to the kitchen. You remained on your back, hearing the fridge door open before it closed. He then whirled around to the bedroom door, initially planning to get a towel and a blanket, only to stop dead in his tracks.

He didn’t know how to feel about going commando while Alice could potentially wake up, especially after the noises you made.

He felt stupid but he'd prefer it as such rather than traumatize your sweet girl.

Instead, he decided to check the guest bathroom.

He returned with two towels and a cold water bottle in hand, twisting the cap open before offering it to your lips. You gulped a good amount, just until Trystan was confident to pull it away and have a sip on his own. 

He even made drinking look good, your eyes darting between his bobbing Adam’s apple and the sheen of perspiration glazing his body. Half bottle gone, he placed it next to the now watered-down beverage, covered and trickling with condensation. He then grabbed the blanket conveniently draped over the headrest, for movie nights where you would likely fall asleep in front of the TV. 

He took a good couple of minutes cleaning you up, wiping off the beads of sweat then the oozes of cum between you thighs with the second towel. He did the same for himself but not before passing you the bottle once more, silently telling you to drink a little more. 

He fell back on the couch with a contented sigh, opening up his arms for you to join him. 

“Come here,” You did as he told, snuggling  in his chest and letting out a squeak as he smooched the crown of your head a couple of times, “You were saying?” 

"Let's do something later." You turned your head upwards, watching his eyes gleam at your suggestion. 

"Anything you'd like." You didn’t think this through, but you did know that you wanted to do something. Just then, you remembered the food market being held in Williamsburg for the next couple of months.

“There’s this Japanese food place that I’ve been meaning to try at Smorgasburg…” You began, but you didn’t have to explain any further for him to be on board.

“Consider it done,” He then squinted his eyes, focusing on the arms of the clock hanging above the TV, “It doesn’t start until 11, right? Might as well get some shut-eye in the meantime.”

He was right, the vendors wouldn't be open until another five hours or so, and as if on cue, you were hit with a wave of tiredness. Your eyes began to feel droopy, prompting you to make yourself comfortable in his arms. 

“Is that a yes?” He asked with a chuckle. You nodded with an ‘mhm’, “Thank you.”

“For the nap?” You quirked a brow, his expression settling into a warmer one as you smiled at each other. He closed the distance between your faces, pressing a kiss on the apple of your cheek.

“For everything.” He could go on and on about how much his life changed when the two of you met and vice versa, but he’d rather not give you a blackmail-worthy material if he were to ever talk nonsense in his sleep, although he had no doubts that you’d prefer otherwise. He was starting to doze off just as you did, pulling the covers higher before flicking the lamp light switch off and letting you snuggle against him. Your only source of light being the twinkles and glimmers of the city itself. 

That brought a bright smile to your face, touched to see just how far you were. You really have fallen hard, but what was new? 

It’ll be another day once the sun shines, but for now, he could rest easy, and so could you. And even if you did wake up past what was initially planned, or if the day remained too rainy for you to head out, that was fine, too.

With Trystan around, there wasn't anything for you to worry about.

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Home Without

Book: Crimes of Passion 2

Pairing: Trystan Thorne x F!MC (Emma Rose)

Rating: Teen

Word count: 1880

Summary: Trystan and Emma solve Nadja's murder on the first night. But what's left for them as a couple now that she doesn't have a reason to stay?

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A/N: Fun fact: this is saved on my laptop as WITWC - What If They Were Competent? It's ridiculous how incompetent Trystan and MC were in the second book. There was no reason for it to take so long or for Sebastyan to die. An energetic rant with the wonderful @inlocusmads made me wonder... what if they solved it as soon as they could have? Would MC have stayed in Drakovia? This is the result.

This story fits @choicesjanuary2024, day 18: memory. @lilyoffandoms. I also included a prompt from @choicesflashfics, which is bolded below.

Tags: @dutifullynuttywitch @stars-are-within-me

Part 1

This is not how Emma expected to end the day.

Trystan is sitting there telling her he doesn’t appreciate her tone, like he’s her father instead of her partner, and he might want that damn throne.

“I’m finished with this conversation,” he adds, his dismissive tone setting alight the flame of her temper.

“Well I’m not.”

She follows him out of the library, Alice on her heels. She needs to get at least one last message across. “Let’s get one thing straight. This isn’t up for debate, I’m going back home this week. With or without you.”

Trystan’s steps falter, but he continues to advance towards his suite. The sharp intake of breath is her first clue that something is wrong.

The unmistakable smell of blood is another.

Emma quickly gets to Trystan’s side and places a hand on his shoulder, an unconscious show of support, even as she takes in the brutality of the scene in front of her.

“Nadja,” he whispers. She’s never heard him sound so lost before. “She’s dead.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“How…?”

“Trystan.” Her training takes over. “This is an active crime scene now. We need to call your parents and Ruby.”

Once they leave the throne room, Trystan takes her hand.

“Emma, wait. I’m sorry for freezing you out earlier. Today has been – and continues to be – overwhelming.”

The apology is appreciated, but they have bigger fish to fry right now. So she tells him it’s already forgotten, even though she knows they will have to revisit the topic soon – and neither of them is likely to appreciate the outcome of that conversation.

He nods, grateful, but doesn’t let go of her hand. “What you said earlier…”

She knows what he wants to ask. But she can’t let herself go down this road. Not yet. “Let’s focus on the case. We can… We can talk about it later.”

After they finish searching Lydea’s room, Emma turns to Trystan.

“One suite down, seven to go. Whose room do we search next?”

“Vasili’s is next door, but murder is hardly his type.”

“Murder is hardly anybody’s type. Until it is.”

“Be that as it may, I have a hard time imagining him as a murderer. Other than Mags, he’s my only sane sibling.”

“Then this should be over quickly.”

They smell the blood before they even make it through the door.

“No,” Trystan breathes. “It can’t be.”

But they both see it. The bloody smears on the floor. The sweater vest stained with blood.

“Vasili?”

“Right. Unless this is an attempt to frame yet another Thorne, I’d say this case is open and shut.”

Vasili looks almost resigned when they step into the throne room and turn to face him. He doesn’t attempt to run or convince them that there’s a mistake or he’s being framed. Instead, he gives Trystan a look of profound disdain.

“This is your fault, you know.” He looks at Emma. “Both of you.”

“Oh? Did we hold a gun to your head and force you to slit a woman’s throat?”

“As good as. You got him off the hook for Juliana’s murder. You got him reinstated as Crown Prince.”

“Wait. Juliana’s murder? How would you…” Trystan’s face slackens in shock. “It was you?”

“No, it was you! If Juliana hadn’t chosen you, none of this would have happened.”

The family has been mostly silent so far, most likely out of sheer shock. But at this, Sebastyan steps forward. He’s looking at Vasili like he’s a stranger. “You killed Juliana? Why?”

Trystan sucks in a breath. “The letter that Noemi read in court. Juli wrote it to you.”

“We’d made all these plans. We’d pass the Act, she’d talk you into abdicating, and then we’d finally be together.  But then… she chose you. She decided she wanted to be with you. Never mind that she knew you would make a terrible king. Never mind that we talked about how your irresponsibility would run Drakovia into the ground. The second she fell in love with you, she forgot all about her principles.”

“That’s quite enough.” Queen Viktoria’s tone leaves a trail of frost behind. She shifts her steely gaze from her stepson to her daughter. “Lydea.”

Lydea’s eyes flash with something that Emma thinks might be pain. But then she sets her jaw. “Prince Vasili Thorne, you’re under arrest for the murders of Nadja Zoric and Countess Juliana Georgescu.”

“Well. That was fun.” Emika’s voice breaks into the stunned silence.

“Emika.” Although his face is a portrait of grief, Maksim turns to Eveline. She stands stock still, her hands pressed to her mouth and her eyes brimming with tears. “Let’s go, my love. You need to rest.”

As though she’s on strings, she lets herself be led out of the room, but Emma knows Eveline won’t be doing any resting. Not tonight, not for a long time.

She looks at the remaining Thornes. The twins are talking animatedly, apparently delighted by this turn of events. Astrid is texting. Sebastyan and Marguerite sit close together, looking devastated. And Trystan… Trystan stands next to her, a storm of sorrow in his eyes.

She takes his hand, making a mental note to check on Marguerite later. “Trystan?”

“Did… did that really just happen?”

“I’m afraid so.” She takes his arm. “Why don’t we go outside?”

“Why? Is outside an alternate universe where my brother isn’t a murderer and didn’t kill two innocent women, one of whom was my late fiancée?”

“No, but outside has the benefit of being devoid of Thornes.”

He gives the tiniest of laughs. There is hardly any humor behind it, but she’ll take it. “It’s annoying how often you’re right.”

There’s something eerily beautiful about the palace gardens at night. Emma isn’t a fanciful person, but she almost expects to see faeries frolicking and witches casting spells. This is a place for magic. The harsh, unforgiving type you might find in a Brothers Grimm fairytale.

“I can’t believe this, Emma.”

“I know.”

“I always thought Vasili was the best of us. The only one I trusted more was Marguerite. But all along, he hated me.”

“Maybe not all along.”

“Long enough. And I never picked up on it.”

“That’s not your fault. He never meant for you to pick up on it.”

He looks out to the gardens, his expression haunted. “Two women are dead because of that hate.”

“No, two women are dead because Vasili is a murderer. He could have talked to you. Instead, he chose to kill two people.” She lays a hand on his arm. “Trystan, I’m sure learning that Vasili and Juliana were together was a shock, but…”

“A shock is a surprise. This falls more along the lines of full-on electrocution.”

The fact that he’s still cracking jokes gives her hope. “But don’t let that ruin the memory of what you and Juliana had. You heard him. She chose you.”

He smiles faintly. “I know, Emma. Don't worry, I’m not having an existential crisis over the fact that Juliana had a life before me.”

“Good.”

She wraps an arm around his waist and tugs him into a hug. Trystan sighs, embracing her in return. “Emma Rose, voluntarily hugging? I’m all aflutter.”

“I hug you all the time.”

“It doesn’t count when I start it.”

“Trystan?”

“Hmm?”

“Be quiet.”

He laughs and holds her closer. “How is it that you make everything better?”

“I’m irresistible?”

“Yes.” He’s no longer laughing. “You are.”

They don’t bring up their earlier fight. They don’t talk about the strong possibility that he will stay in Drakovia, or about her proclamation that she will go back either way. By tacit agreement, they focus on getting through the present moment.

Eventually, however, they have to face the future.

Early the next morning, Emma opens her bedroom door to find Trystan standing outside, a travel mug in his hand.

“I brought you coffee.”

She takes it, bracing herself for what she knows is coming. “Thanks.”

“Can we go for a walk?”

“Sure.”

They walk in silence for several minutes. The palace gardens are as beautiful as they were night before, although far less eerie. She finds herself missing the almost otherworldly beauty. It suited her current mood much better than the Disney-esque quality of daylight.

“I can’t leave,” he says finally. Although it’s not a surprise, Emma’s heart still squeezes in pain. “What Vasili said…”

“Nadja’s murder wasn’t your fault. Neither was Juliana’s.”

“Maybe not, but… he was right about me, Emma. What he and Juliana talked about… I would have made a terrible king. I spent the first twenty-two years of my life dumping my responsibilities on everybody around me. Lydea, Vasili… even Bas, and he was only a teenager when I was exiled.”

“You were barely more than a kid.”

“I’m not a kid anymore. I abandoned my responsibilities to Drakovia once before. To do so again would mean…”

“What?”

He shakes his head. “I have to stay.”

“I understand.” And she does. Even as part of her hurts so badly she’s vaguely surprised she’s still standing, she smiles at him. “You’ll make an amazing leader.”

Trystan takes an unsteady breath. “Would you… Would you consider staying?”

“I can’t.” She looks down at her mug, at her boots, at the grass beneath them. Anything to avoid looking at him. “My life is in New York.”

“You could have a life here.” He cups her jaw. “I promise to make it as good as I possibly can.”

“Trystan, you can’t be my whole entire life. What would I even do here?”

“You could open your own agency! You saved a beloved Drakovian princess from a serial killer and put a prince away for two murders. Clients would be clamoring for your services.” His eyes soften. “And we could be together, you and me.”

“Yeah, like your dad and Eveline are together. That would never be enough for me.”

“Emma, I would never…”

“Trystan. What are the odds that your parents – or Drakovia in general – would accept an American private detective as your partner?” When his face falls, she nods. “That’s what I thought.”

She isn’t sure who moves first, but before she knows it, they’re tangled together. The kiss is so desperate she doesn’t know how they’ll break apart, not that she particularly cares. Trystan’s arms hold her tightly enough that she would worry about bruises if she had the bandwidth to think about anything at all, and she sinks her fingers into his hair, trying to commit the feel of it to memory.

After today, that’s all they’ll ever be. A memory.

He insists on taking her to the airport. Luke and Ruby are staying a few more days, but she made an excuse about needing to help out Uncle Tommy at the bar. The longer she stays with Trystan, the harder it will be to leave him behind.

He lingers on the goodbye hug. Emma clings to him, every bit as reluctant to part as he obviously is. But eventually, she breaks the hug and steps back.

“Well, Your Highness. It’s been an experience.”

Trystan smiles back. She wonders if her own smile looks as forced. “Detective. That it has.”

She searches through her carry-on for her boarding pass, steps into the boarding gate.

She doesn’t look back.

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Marguerite's Halloween

Book: Crimes of Passion, Post Book 2 (Spoilers for Chapter 15)

Pairing: M!Trystan x F!Emily Rose

Word Count: 2.3k

Rating: Teen

Author @moominofthevalley