#F!trystan

[masked-alien-lesbian]

Everybody was bitching about how the feminine body mc and the m!Trystan looked like Christmas ornaments but no one is talking about the travesty that is the f!Trystan's outfit 😭 like wtf is that bow around her waist?? And if those pants were any tighter we'd see a camel toe!

[masked-alien-lesbian]

Dont much like the name "Salome" but "Valerija" sounds like malaria lol so I don't know if it's a downgrade or upgrade

I got curious and had a look on the wiki to see how both versions of Trystan's name was changed in BK2

[jerzwriter]

Thank you to @alj4890 for this ask from this list! I've done all three of yours, and I'll be working on the others. Thanks to all who sent in requests!

Story: Crimes of Passion (Book 1 Timeline) Trope: There's only one bed... Characters: Trystan Thorne x Carolina Rose (F!MC) Rating: Teen Words: 2,000 Summary: A rainy night, a brokedown car, and a cheap motel lead to amusement and some discoveries.

Participating in @choicesjunechallenge2024 - Car and MHotel Original prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting's "There's one bed" prompts is highlighted below

Trystan x Carolina Masterlist Complete Masterlist

If Murphy himself had created a day, it would have gone something like this. Everything that could go wrong did, and as Trystan stood in the pouring rain, intently looking for… something… under the hood of Carolina’s car, he didn't foresee it getting better.

Carolina was seated in the driver’s seat, her frustration mounting by the minute. The thought of honking the horn and making the Drakovian know-it-all jump into the stratosphere crossed her mind, which brought a smile to her face.

She looked at her watch – it was getting late. While her little fantasy may have brightened her mood, it wasn’t going to get them out of this jam. Still soaking wet from before, she stepped into the drenching rain with her jacket lifted over her head and settled at her partner’s side. 

“Trystan,” she groaned. “It’s time to give up. You can’t fix this.”

He looked at her with vexation; his desire to save the day greater than he cared to admit. 

“I just need five more minutes…”

“What will five more minutes do?” She exasperated. “I looked at it for a half hour. Now you’ve been staring at it for 20 minutes without so much as touching anything. Besides, if I couldn't get it started, you're not going to get it started."

Trystan gasped audibly, clutching his chest as if her words had delivered a mortal wound.  

“Et tu, Carolina?”

“Et tu, nothing,” she said, trying - and failing - to contain a grin. “Let’s just be real. Who is more likely to know how to fix a car? A sassy but usually broke boricua from the Bronx with a string of shitty cars and hundreds of hours of her father’s mechanical tutelage….or the spoiled little prince who was chauffeured everywhere in his personal Rolls Royce?.” 

“Hey!” He snapped back. “That’s not fair! Sometimes, I was driven in horse-drawn carriages.” 

“I rest my case!” 

In truth, Trystan was tired of being wet and cold, so Carolina quickly convinced him that the car needed an expert and probably a tow truck. After leaving a note on the dashboard, the two of them made their soggy way to a roadside motel they had passed before. 

“Are you sure there is no place more… suitable?” Trystan groused.

“We're in West Bubbafuck, Your Highness. I am sorry, no Four Seasons or Ritz-Carlton’s here.”

“I don’t require a five-star property, but I would rather not stay at the Bates Motel.”

“Well, it’s that or sleeping in the car, big boy! Personally, I’d rather not have a tractor-trailer driver careening into us at 2:00 AM. But I’ll let you make your own decisions.”

“You make entirely too much sense,” he sighed as they reached the front door of the motel’s front office.  

Carolina grabbed the door handle with a satisfied grin. “And don’t you forget that!” 

After securing a room, they walked down the outdoor corridor toward their room. 

“I can’t believe this place has only one vacancy tonight.” 

“Believe it or not, this area is pretty popular this time of year, and those who prefer not to camp, stay here. I’m sure it’s not as bad as you’re making it out to be.” 

“Really?” 

“Look,” she said, slipping the key into the door. “As long as it’s clean, has warm beds, and functional plumbing. We’re golden!.” 

She pushed the door open, and when the room came into view, Carolina lost that edge of positivity, but Trystan laughed with delight.

It was minuscule, so small they'd have to take turns walking in some places, as side by side would be impossible. But that wasn’t the real issue. The real issue was the one bed. The one twin-sized bed. 

“But look,” Trystan smirked. “The place is clean, I'll give it that.”

“Are you freaking kidding me!” She spat.

“Should I check if it’s warm,” he continued to instigate.

“I mean, one bed is one thing, but one twin-sized bed?”

“What’s the matter, Carolina?" he winked. "This is a great way for us to... bond.”

“That’s it!” She said, her hand already on the doorknob. “Being careened into by a tractor-trailer doesn’t sound that bad anymore.”

But Trystan reached over her and pushed the door shut. “Carolina, stop it. You were right; the car isn’t safe to sleep in overnight. This may be awkward, but at least we’ll be safe.”

“Awkward? I’m not concerned about awkward. Try impossible! How can the two of us fit on that thing? And this place is so small the floor isn’t even an option.”

“There’s always the bathtub,” he said, flicking the bathroom light on. “Or the shower stall?” he corrected with a sigh. “I could attempt to sleep atop that old console TV; it’s certainly big enough.”

The vision alone made Carolina laugh despite herself. “You’re not sleeping on the TV, Trystan. We’ll figure out a way to make this work.”

They took turns taking warm showers, which both had to admit felt heavenly. They also took turns using the small hair dryer to dry their underwear and shirts, their only options for sleeping that night. Trystan was sitting in the small sleeping area, holding a pair of boxers in one hand and the dryer in the other, when Carolina barged into the room, vigorously drying her hair with a towel and wearing another tied around her. They looked at each other with very distinct reactions: Carolina’s was one of amusement, but Trystan’s was... something else.

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen,” Carolina chuckled. “I bet you never thought you’d be drying your underwear by hand in a dinky little motel one day."

If she expected a reaction, she was about to be disappointed. The man sat on the edge of the bed, mouth agape, trying and failing to string a logical sentence together.

“Trystan,” she said, waving a hand in front of his face, when she finally caught on. “Oh, for heaven’s sake,” she laughed. “Come back to Earth. I'm sure you've seen a woman in a towel before.”

“Not this woman,” he affirmed.

Carolina looked at him with amusement. “This woman isn’t all that special.”

“I think I can draw my own conclusions on that,” he assured as a blush settled on Carolina’s cheeks.

“Fine,” she sighed. “My shirt is dry enough. I’ll put it on if it makes you feel better.”

She marched into the bathroom, shirt in hand, as Trystan contemplated how he could be so stupid.

“I don’t know if that will make me feel better... or worse... if we're being honest.”  

Carolina emerged from the bathroom in her long, white, button-front shirt, damp locks falling down her shoulders.

“You know, you were wearing no more than a towel when I met you, but I was able to keep my composure.”

Now, it was Trystan's turn to blush.

“In fairness, we were too battling one another for you to give it much thought."

“Says you,” she winked, leaving him unsure of what to think.

“Are you flirting with me, Detective Rose?”

“Me,” she chortled. “No. I’m teasing you. There is a difference. Flirting is your domain.”

“Ah, but flirting and teasing are very close cousins.”

“Then you should know I don’t speak to most of my cousins,” she yawned, pointing to the bed. “So, how are we doing this? I really need to get to sleep.”

“Here’s what we'll do. I'll lay flat on my side, against the wall, and you figure out what you can do with the rest of the bed.”

"We’re obviously going to be touching," Carolina pointed out. "There’s no way to avoid that.”

“I know," he grinned lasciviously, playfully wiggling his brows.

"OK, Casanova," she smiled while tossing a pillow at him. "That touching means nothing. Do you understand?"

“Casanova was Italian, not Drakovian," he said with mock disdain. "Do you learn anything in America?”

“I know he was Italian! That’s not the point, you know... never mind.”

Trystan jumped onto the small bed, his back uncomfortably plastered against the wall as Carolina struggled to decide how she would sleep. Facing him would be just plain awkward, but facing away was bound to lead to unintentional spooning. She finally decided to face away; at least she wouldn't have to look at him if spooning occurred.

Despite the various forms of discomfort, Carolina managed to fall asleep quickly, but Trystan had no such luck. As the hours ticked away, he had given up any hope of quality sleep, so he lay awake with a million thoughts running through his mind. He chuckled as he recalled the first time he and Carolina met and marveled over how much they had been through together in such a short time. He wondered if she thought his voracious flirtation was all a joke, just a part of his persona - because, in reality, it was in his nature. But the more time he spent with this rare and astonishing Rose, the more he knew he'd love for them to become so much more.

But, as far as he could tell, she didn’t return those feelings, and setting himself up for another heartbreak was the last thing he wished to do. It would be best to push those feelings aside and take nights like this for what they were - rare and precious gifts from the universe that he would always, always treasure.

He had just begun to doze off when Carolina's voice awakened him.

“Huh, what?” he blurted, but she didn't stir.

Incomprehensible words fell from her lips, with the rare mention of ice cream sundaes thrown in for good measure.

“Dear God," Trystan lauged. "She talks in her sleep!”

Now that free entertainment was being provided, he lost all inclination to return to sleep. He wanted to hear every unintelligible word she said, finding it equal parts amusing and adorable. It was all great fun until his heart nearly stopped... did she just say?

“Trystan,” she mumbled. “Yeah, he’s cute.”

A pompous grin appeared on his face as he validated his sleeping partner's nocturnal confession. "Naturally!"

“I don’t know,” she sleepily giggled. “Maybe one day.”

Now, he had no idea of the context. Perhaps she wanted to get an ice cream sundae with him one day? Or perhaps the topic in her head changed completely and had nothing to do with him. But Trystan was going to take the "Maybe one day" the very way he wanted. Perhaps he didn't need to give up. With hope restored in his heart, he easily drifted off to sleep.

When the morning light broke through the tiny space where the drapes didn't meet, Carolina was quick to wake. She was fully dressed and scrolling through her phone when the exiled prince began to stir.

"Good morning," she smiled. "Did you sleep well?"

He wriggled around in bed, rubbing his eyes before responding with a groggy voice.

“How do you say I slept like shit in English?”

“I slept like shit," Carolina laughed.

“Well," he said, rising on an elbow. "There's your answer.”

“I’ve already called for a tow truck, and I’m arranging a rental car. I’ll drive back to the City so you can sleep." She stood up and grabbed her purse. "I saw a little coffee shop just down the road. I'll go get us some breakfast while and give you some privacy to get dressed."

“Thank you,” he muttered, then he recalled the detective talking in her sleep. She was at the door when he called out. “Oh, Carolina?”

"Yes," she replied without turning.

“Has anyone ever told you that you talk in your sleep?”

He watched with amusement as her shoulders slumped, and he heard her breath escape her. Carolina had forgotten about that little habit. She turned to him in horror.

“All right, what. What did I say?" She ordered. "Just get it out, how much did I embarrass myself?”

But Trystan's warm smile was quite reassuring. “Not at all,” he insisted. “Though you were talking about ice cream sundaes quite a bit. How about I get you one when we’re back in the City. I know of a great place on the Lower East Side.”

“I think I’ll take you up on that," she smiled in relief. "But I'm getting the biggest sundae they have. I don't come cheap."

"I never expected you would," he smiled, and she was gone.

He fell back into the pillows with a look of wonderment.

"Maybe one day," he smiled. "Maybe one day."

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Tagging others separately.

[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:

[normal-thoughts-official]

So you're telling me Trystan's fiancee was murdered, he was exiled and abandoned by his family, then kidnapped by them, his own siblings tried to get him arrested, then someone else was murdered and they tried to pin it on him, he's being bullied round the clock by his entire family, and now Marguerite made him wear THIS OUTFIT???? This man has suffered more than jesus

[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.

» tagging @choicesficwriterscreations for fic of the week ;; & the gorgeous blue rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[where-the-wind-travels]

agejo princess marguerite thorne ✦ edit by me 🎀

2nd attempt at posting because im a stupid dumb dumb who forgot to watermark the first time

YALL. YALL OMG. i was fully convinced that this edit would turn out worse than the aiden edit because that one only needed some recoloring (on my part) while for this one i actually had to go on a hunt for transparents and place them correctly and the coloring was a lot harder

but it actually turned out so much better????? im genuinely screaming. not to feed my own ego but i rly do feel like i outdid myself. or maybe it's just mags. i adore her but the clothing they put her in (and made her put mc in) is rly not it.

[gaiuskamilah]

vasili and will hitting it off during the investigation (will isnt romantically involved with trystan but they are good friends) and vasili thinks that maybe this time, someone will choose him over trystan, that he's finally taken something from trystan, but cut to the end chapter and will chooses his sister over him

[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. 🥰

[masked-alien-lesbian]

Viktoria that's your granddog right there lol

[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.

[jerzwriter]

A Time to Heal

Trystan x Carolina

One thing is for certain. When @/artbyainna (IG) comes to bat, she only hits home runs. I have run out of superlatives to describe how incredible her art is a long, long time ago... but she did it again! I simply love this!

Book: Crimes of Passion (Post Series) Pairing: Trystan Thorne x F!MC (Carolina Rose) Rating: Mature / 18+ / NSFW Words: 1,500 Summary: After a rough day on the job, Carolina & Trystan return to her apartment, where Trystan wants nothing more than to take care of her. But in the end, they realize they do their best healing together. A/N: @lexicook74-blog asked for a Trystan x Carolina hurt/comfort fic a long, long time ago. I can take a long time to get to them, but I'm determined to do all asks sent to me :) I hope you like it! Submitting to @choicesjunechallenge2024. It doesn't fit any of the prompts completely, but we can see indecision before he surrenders.

The two flights of stairs that led to Carolina’s apartment were something she and Trystan typically navigated with ease. If she took double steps, she'd be upstairs in a matter of seconds. Sometimes, Trystan would yell, “Race you!” when he already had a three-step lead, and they’d both end up panting before her door in an instant. But today wasn’t a typical day.

Trystan trudged along, inches behind his limping partner, who let out a soft whimper with every other step she took. Ensuring she got upstairs was his only concern, so he did his best to conceal his own pain. With just four steps to go, he thought he was in the clear when a muscle spasm seized his back and thwarted his plans.

“Ow! Ow, ow, ow... ouch!” He cried out in pain.

“Trystan,”  Carolina exclaimed. “What’s wrong? I knew you were hurt, too!”

“It’s nothing,” he replied, trying to wave it off, but his clenched teeth said otherwise. “If the Drakovian press knew I was whining about something so superficial, the people would demand my passport be rescinded at once.”

Carolina shook her head and leaned against the door as she fished around the bottom of her purse to find her keys.

“Does everything have to tie back to some strange Drakovian lore?”

“Usually,” he smirked, placing a kiss on her cheek.

A feeling of tranquility washed over them as they stepped inside. Carolina’s apartment. It was small and far from fancy, but the warm, cozy space always gave them a sense of peace. At minimum, they were pretty sure the floor under their feet would support them. Something they hadn’t had the luxury of earlier today.

“Come,” he said, guiding her to the couch. “Let’s get you seated.”

“Me?” she protested. “But you’re hurt, too!”

“Your hip is badly bruised and you’ve been limping! I still say you should have seen a doctor! You’re hurt. I merely have a boo-boo.”

“A boo-boo?” Carolina chuckled as he sat beside her. “Can I kiss it and make it all better?”

The smirk on his lips and the fire coming alive in his eyes made his thoughts clear, but ensuring his girlfriend was all right was his priority this evening.

“If you’re a good girl and let me take care of you, maybe I’ll let you tend to my boo-boos later.”

He rose from the couch to get Carolina an ice pack, but she reached for his hand and stopped him in his tracks.

“No, stay with me.”

“Lina,” he sighed. “Let me take care of you! You fell through a floor in an abandoned building today!”

“Ehh,” she shrugged. “It’s all in a day’s work. I’ve been through much worse. Besides, you fell through that same floor!”

“I just pulled a muscle,” he said, arching his back. “It’s nothing.”

“Well, mine is really nothing, too. We were quite lucky.”

“Of course we were,” he grinned, placing a buss on her lips. “You’re my good luck charm, after all.”

“Please,” she laughed. “Your life has been filled with one nightmare after another since we met. I’m hardly your good luck charm.”

“Ah, but I survived every one of those challenges, some of them largely because of you, so I’m sorry, Detective Rose. You’re my good luck charm. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to make you chicken soup.”

“Chicken soup?” She queried. “That’s for colds and the flu, not two idiots falling through a ceiling.”

“Yes, but in times of trouble... we go with what we know. So, chicken soup it is.”

An hour later, they sat at the kitchen table, still sore, but full bellies delivered some relief.

“See, I told you,” Trystan mumbled as he bit into a crusty piece of bread. “Chicken soup heals all.”

“I guess,” Carolina smiled but quickly winced as her aches reminded her they were far from gone.

“Are you OK?”

“Just sore. I’m thinking of taking two Advil and then getting into a hot bath.”

“Don’t say another word!” He took their plates and began clearing the table. “I’ll go run the water for you.”

“Trystan, I can run my own bath!”

“Nope! This is not a battle you will win.”

“Fine,” she laughed. “I’ve learned to choose my battles with you. But make sure you add the new bubble bath we bought. This is a great time to start using it”

Moments later, Trystan helped Carolina to the bathroom; her face lit up when she saw what he had done. The scent of the lavender bubble bath wafted through the air, as dozens of little candles glistened around her old clawfoot tub, washing the room in a mystical glow.

“Trystan,” she smiled. “What did you do!”

“I can’t expect you to convalesce in an unsuitable environment.”

“You spoil me,” she sighed.

“And you better get used to it.”

Trystan helped her out of her clothes, becoming more transfixed with each new item that fell to the floor. Carolina was stunning, and he always found her irresistible; but the combination of candlelight and moonlight pouring in the window reflecting on her skin, their shadows accentuating every delicate curve on her body, it left him breathless.

But that’s not what tonight was about, and when he felt his body begin to stir, he deliberately turned away. Relieved when she slipped into the warm water. With her exquisite figure concealed under a plethora of bubbles, his primal urges began to dissipate.

“Ahhhh,” she breathed, as her tension drifted away. “This is just perfect.”

Trystan placed a small table with strawberry-infused water within her reach, then kneeled beside the tub, gently bopping her nose with a bubble-strewn finger.

 “You’re perfect.”

But Carolina's mood visibly shifted when he stood up and asked if she needed anything before he left.

“Leaving? Why are you leaving?” She tapped the water gently with an open hand. “There is plenty of room in here; I was hoping you’d join me.”

“But I want you to relax; you took quite a fall today.”

“Trystan,” she said with an arched brow. “You took the same fall! Now, get in here with me. That’s an order.”

“Well, if it’s an order...” he smirked.

Quickly removing his clothes, he slid into the tub across from his love, letting out a deep sigh the moment his body was submerged. With his arms stretched over the tub's sides and his legs rubbing against Carolina’s silky skin he wondered why this hadn't been his plan all along.

“This is divine,” he swooned.

“I told you! No way was I going to let you miss out on this.”

“And for that, I thank you!”

They closed their eyes, reclining in the soothing waters for a long while; but when Trystan opened his eyes again, he found Carolina’s sultry brown eyes peering at him, a playful grin on her face. 

“Yessss?” He droned.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are in this lighting?”

“In this lighting?" He said, feigning insult. "I thought I looked sexy in all lighting!"

Carolina barked out a laugh. “That goes without saying, of course! But in this lighting... you’re especially desirable.”

Carolina was stunned; perhaps the candlelight was impeding her vision, but she swore she saw Trystan Thorne blush.

“You’re one to talk,” he whispered. “You’re simply ravishing.”

The lapping water made delicate sounds as Carolina pushed herself up and moved closer to Trystan. This allowed him a quick peek at her luscious curves before he felt them pressed firmly against his chest.

“Then, why aren’t you ravishing me," she purred in his ear.

Trystan thought he might melt into the water. “Lina,” he moaned. “What are you doing to me?”

Her pride morphed into a smile as she dragged her hand up his thigh, then slowly, excruciatingly slowly, skimmed her fingers along his hardened length.

“I haven’t done anything yet,” she teased. “But that’s about to change.”

He let out a muffled growl when her arms wrapped around him, stoking her desire even more.

“Lina, you’re hurt," he said, offering one last out.

“I’m fine!"

“I want you to feel better!”

She pushed back with seductive eyes, just begging to be taken.

“If you want me to feel better... I can offer some suggestions on how you can do that.”

His erection pulsated against her thigh, and she silently lauded herself for her restraint at that moment.

“Are you sure?” he whispered as her hands sunk under the water grasping him at his base, pleasuring him with slow, deliberate strokes until he quivered beneath her.

“100% sure,” she hissed, parting his lips with her tongue, entangling it with his for a long, sensual kiss.

The grin on his face couldn’t have been wider when they parted. “If you keep doing this, I'll see to it that we fall through ceilings together every day."

Carolina straddled him, placing him at her center before holding him tight. Unbridled shrieks of pleasure filled the air as she slowly sank down on him. He reached up and cupped her breasts just as he filled her completely. She closed her eyes, remaining still for just a moment to savor the feeling, and then, with a wicked grin she began to grind shamelessly against him.

If either had a worry about the water that splashed onto the floor, they certainly didn't show it as they brought each other to the precipice of pleasure again, and again until they unraveled in each other's arms.

“I don’t know what doctor recommended this treatment plan,” Trystan said trying to catch his breath. “But I really need to thank them.”

"What, this is how I fix boo-boos?" Carolina smiled.

"Then, I need to thank you."

Shortly after, the couple curled up in bed... completely in need of painkillers to soothe their aching muscles. But the blissful smiles on their faces as they drifted off to sleep made it very, very clear... sore muscles be damned, it had all been worth it.

@choicesficwriterscreations

[the-unconquered-queen]

Conducting a very important poll of public opinion:

[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 @alleycat97 @blaines-hayes @swimmingshoebakerydreamer @luthorsxrojas @darlingnikki-prince @dowhatisaynotwhatido @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

[cassie-thorne]

Thinking about M!Trystan in feminine clothes again