#Trystan Thorne

[deimcs]

With your encouragement, Emmrich has decided where to take Strife on a date.

[fukutomichi]

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[spacetravels]

finally played crimes of passion & started book 2. oh my god

[tessa-liam]

Snow Wars

Brothers-in-Arms Series- Prequel

🥰Thank you to @snoopdogcone for your ask - 

Prompt:  Snowball fight - Week 2 December 1st to 7th @choicesprompts 

Choices Book: The Royal Romance, pre-book #1

Series:  Brothers-in-Arms, prequel/one-shot 

Pairing: None  Warnings: none

Characters: Liam Rys, Drake Walker, Maxwell Beaumont, Leo Rys, Olivia Nevrakis, Eleanor Rys, Trystan Thorne 

Rating: Teen - All characters belong to Pixelberry

Category: angst/fluff, ask/prompt 

Words: 1.7k, not Beta’d, please excuse all errors 

A/N: A ”Brothers-in-Arms" series prequel

A/N2: Trystan Thorne - Choices, Crimes of Passion

A/N3: My submission for: choicesdecember2024; Day 10, snow; Day 30, snowball fight @lilyoffandoms

Brothers-in-Arms Series

Snow Wars, Prequel

Summary:  Liam, Drake, Maxwell, Olivia, Leo, and Trystan engage in a spirited snowball fight during their winter stay in Lythikos. What begins as a friendly challenge quickly turns into an epic battle, filled with strategy, laughter, and good-natured rivalry.  

On a crisp winter morning in Lythikos, eight-year-old Prince Liam gazed out of the frosted window of Lythikos keep. The fresh snowfall blanketed the landscape in a shimmering white, and an idea sparked in his young mind. 

 “Snow fort,” he whispered to himself, eyes lighting up with excitement. 

Rushing to his quarters, Liam rummaged through his suitcases until he found ‘The Young Adventurer’s Guide to Winter Fun’. A gift from his mother, Liam flipped through the pages, he stopped at a detailed diagram of a snow fort, complete with instructions on stacking snow bricks and carving tunnels. 

“This is perfect!” Liam exclaimed excitedly, clutching the book tightly and rushing back down the grand staircase. 

 He quickly found his best friends, nine- year-old Drake and eight-year-old Maxwell, in the keep's cozy sitting room. Drake, the practical and steady son of a palace guard, was warming his hands by the fire, while Maxwell, always brimming with energy, was busy fashioning a makeshift sled from a serving tray. 

“Who’s up for building the greatest snow fort in Cordonia?” Liam announced with a grin, holding up the book like a treasure map. 

Drake, ever the skeptic, raised an eyebrow. “A snow fort? Isn’t that for kids?” 

“Drake, we are kids,” Maxwell chimed in, already excited. “I’m in!” 

“Looks like we have a deal,” Liam said, clapping his hands. “Let’s divide into teams!"

Olivia, sitting quietly with her hot cocoa, perked up. “I’ll be on Liam’s team!” she declared, her cheeks turning pink. At seven years old, Olivia was already fiercely loyal to Liam, even if it was mostly because she had a budding infatuation with him. 

“First,” Liam said, flipping the book open to the diagram, “we need to make snow bricks. The book says to pack snow into molds to make them strong.” 

Drake, ever the realist, crossed his arms. “Molds? We don’t have molds.” 

“Not a problem,” Liam said confidently. “We’ll use whatever we can find—buckets, pans, anything.” 

 Armed with pots, pans, and boundless enthusiasm, the three boys and Olivia ventured into the snowy expanse and trekked to the edge of the icy lake near the keep, followed by several Royal guardsmen. The air was cold and crisp, their laughter echoing as they began packing snow into their makeshift molds. 

Maxwell, already covered in snow from head to toe, announced loudly, “I’m the official Chief. Brick. Maker!” 

 Drake rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Fine but make them sturdy. No crumbling bricks.” 

Meanwhile, Olivia took charge of decorating the fort with pine branches and icicles, making it “look royal.” Adding a small Cordonian flag attached to a stick, she propped it into a turret top.

Hours passed as the boys stacked their snow bricks into walls. Liam, with the book propped open nearby, directed the construction like a young architect. Drake ensured the walls were straight and stable, while Maxwell worked on a tunnel inside the fortress walls.  

By the time the sun began to dip behind the snowy peaks of the surrounding mountains, the fort was complete. It stood tall and proud, with sturdy walls, a small entrance, and even a snowball arsenal inside. 

 “We did it!” Liam declared, his cheeks flushed with triumph. 

 Maxwell flopped onto the snow, exhausted but grinning. “This is the greatest thing we’ve ever built!” 

Drake leaned against the fort’s wall, nodding in agreement. “Not bad, Your Highness. Not bad at all.” 

 As the evening settled over Lythikos, the four friends sat inside their creation, sharing stories and sipping hot chocolate brought out by the keep’s kitchen attendants. For that moment, the snow fort wasn’t just a fort—it was their Kingdom, a place where adventure and friendship reigned supreme. 

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 The winter sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the snow-covered grounds of the keep. Crown Prince Leo and Crown Prince Trystan of Drakovia stepped out of the black SUV, their boots crunching in the freshly fallen snow. It had been a grueling day of lessons—diplomatic protocols, strategic warfare, and a particularly tedious lecture on trade agreements—but now, finally, they were free. The sixteen-year-old young men were having military lessons at the army stronghold nearby. 

 As they walked towards the main entrance of the keep, Trystan nudged Leo with his elbow. "Looks like someone’s been busy," he said, pointing in the direction of the lake. 

Leo followed Trystan’s gaze and smirked. Beside the outline of the frozen lake stood a grand snow fort, its walls expertly packed and reinforced, with small openings that served as lookout points. Surrounding it were scattered piles of snowballs, clearly prepped for an impending battle. From behind the fort's walls, they spotted movement—Liam’s blond hair peeked out, followed by Drake’s unmistakable silhouette and they heard Maxwell’s exuberant laugh. 

“Oh, absolutely,” Leo replied with a grin. “Let’s show them why we’re the older brothers,” as they moved toward the lake. 

 Without another word, the two princes bent down, scooping up handfuls of snow to form their own ammunition. Trystan was already calculating strategy. “We’ll flank them—split up and take the high ground. They won’t know what hit them.” 

 Leo chuckled. “Or, we could just charge in and cause chaos. That’s more fun.” 

 “Chaos it is,” Trystan agreed, and with that, the battle was on. 

Behind the fort walls, Liam crouched low with Drake and Maxwell. “They’ve seen us,” Liam said, his voice tinged with excitement. “Stick to the plan.” 

 Drake, ever the strategist, nodded. “We’ve got the fort’s protection. Maxwell, you’re our wildcard. Keep them distracted.” 

 Maxwell saluted dramatically. “Distraction is my specialty.” 

As Leo and Trystan advanced, Maxwell popped up from behind the fort, holding a massive snowball. “Incoming!” he yelled, hurling it with all his might. The snowball arced through the air, landing harmlessly a few feet from Trystan, who retaliated with a well-aimed shot that splattered snow across Maxwell’s face. 

“Direct hit!” Trystan cheered. The battle began with a flurry of snowballs flying through the air. Laughter echoed across the courtyard as both teams ducked, dodged, and launched their icy ammunition. 

Leo, meanwhile, launched a barrage of snowballs at Drake, who blocked most of them with an improvised shield of snow. “That’s all you’ve got?” Drake taunted. 

 “Oh, not even close,” Leo replied, sprinting forward and scooping up more snow as he went. He hurled two snowballs at once—one hit Drake’s shoulder, the other narrowly missed Liam. 

 “Nice try!” Liam called out, popping up from his hiding spot to lob a snowball at Leo. It caught him square in the chest, leaving the older prince momentarily stunned. 

“Think we’re being challenged?” Trystan asked, raising an eyebrow. 

 “Little brother’s got a good arm!” Leo laughed, brushing snow off his coat. 

Drake proved to be an excellent snowball sniper, hitting his targets with impressive precision. Maxwell, on the other hand, turned every hit into a dramatic fall, faux-claiming to be “mortally wounded” before springing back to life. 

Olivia stuck close to Liam, her aim chillingly accurate, but her real focus on staying by his side. “Liam, watch out!” she cried, tackling him to avoid one of Leo’s well-aimed snowballs. 

“You saved me, Olivia!” Liam said with a grin. 

“Of course I did!” she replied, blushing. 

 The fight continued on with laughter echoing across the grounds. Maxwell, true to his word, caused chaos by running circles around Trystan, throwing snowballs in every direction. Drake held his ground valiantly, while Liam alternated between offense and defense, his precise throws keeping his older brother and Trystan on their toes. 

 Finally, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the princes called a truce. They stood together in the snow, breathless and rosy-cheeked, their earlier lessons and responsibilities momentarily forgotten. 

 “Not bad, little brother,” Leo said, clapping Liam on the shoulder. “But next time, Trystan and I will bring reinforcements.” 

“Bring whoever you want,” Liam replied with a smirk. “We’ll still win.” 

As they walked back to the keep, they exchanged playful jabs and stories of their victory and near-misses. For a brief moment, they weren’t princes with the weight of kingdoms on their shoulders, or children—they were just brothers, and friends enjoying the magic of a winter’s day.

The fun came to an abrupt halt when Queen Eleanor Rys, Liam’s mother, appeared on the scene, her presence regal yet warm. 

“Liam, Leo, and everyone,” she said with a smile. “It’s time to get ready for the ribbon-cutting ceremony in the city.” 

“But we’re in the middle of a war!” Leo protested, his snowball in hand. 

Eleanor raised an eyebrow. “A snowball war can wait. The people of Lythikos are expecting us, Leo.” 

“Olivia, I’d like you to join us,” Eleanor added. “I could use a young lady’s perspective.” 

Olivia’s face fell. She had been looking forward to spending the rest of the day with Liam, and the thought of being separated from him was disappointing. 

Olivia hesitated, glancing at Liam. “Do I have to?” 

Liam crouched down to her level, brushing snow off his gloves. “You’ll have fun, Liv. And I’ll see you later, okay?” 

“Okay,” she mumbled, still reluctant but unable to refuse Liam’s gentle encouragement. 

A Memorable Day ...

As Eleanor led Olivia away to a waiting SUV, the others exchanged knowing smiles. “Looks like we’ll have to finish this battle another day,” Liam said. 

“Next time, we’re building two forts,” Leo declared as he ran inside to change his clothes for the ceremony.

"Or three!" Maxwell added with a laugh.

Despite the interruption, the day had already become one of those cherished childhood memories that none of them would forget. The laughter, camaraderie, and hint of youthful rivalry in the snowy dukedom of Lythikos marked the start of many more adventures to come.

'There's so many different worlds

So many different suns

And we have just one world

But we live in different ones'

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[jerzwriter]

I'm a little emo as I do this because I have a feeling this will be my last time doing this. But it's time. The fandom is now microscopic, and many on my list are gone.

I'd rather have a smaller list of people who want to be tagged, than a bigger list of people who don't. So, really, only let me know if you want to be tagged. Size doesn't always matter! lol

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ACTIVE LISTS 1) Perma (all Pixelberry Choices Creations) 2) Open Heart 3) Ethan Ramsey 4) Tobias Carrick 5) Crimes of Passion 6) Wake the Dead

Current lists are below

I'll leave this through 11/23 and start the new list the following weekend.

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[rjschoicesstuff]

My detective Rose + Trystan (srs art this time LOL)

I kept the default name Cameron for them, usually I try to change it but I think it fits them rly well tbh

[fairymatchmaker]

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No engagement ring in sight lol. I still don't see them getting married yet hehe.

mix feelings for book 3

[syfynjvall]

the thing that’s sooo fascinating to me about this tension between mc and trystan in book 3 is that neither of them are wrong in their stances. both of them have valid reasons to be frustrated/angry. mc is dealing with years long guilt and trauma that they never addressed in addition to the fresh trauma of losing tommy. not to mention out of the two of them, mc is the more of practical and reserved, less romantic and optimistic one. they had pre wedding jitters even BEFORE tommy died. it seemed like they were nervous and maybe even a little unsure and it totally makes sense for their character considering how closed off they can be. mc not wanting to worry abt the wedding while so much is going on is so valid.

then on the other hand, trystan wants to marry mc so Bad. they’re romantic and whimsical and very affectionate and they love so much with their whole heart. so seeing mc put off the wedding and dismiss it and miss special moments, even if it’s for the case, is so extremely disheartening for them. and yes they’re understanding but it is also extremely frustrating for them to be kind of on the back burner

in conclusion both of them are in very difficult positions and i think they need a break from each other (just for a hot minute!!!!)

[corynnellis]

Not Sims related, but I wanted to share this drawing of my girl Trystan Thorne from Crimes of Passion (Choices) I won from ohhheyitsjulia on Instagram.💕

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crimes book 3

[deimcs]

Assan! You know it's not feeding time yet! I think he disagrees. See you later.

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Thanks for hosting the Choices MC Appreciation Week! I had so much fun and, judging by all the reblogs ya did, so did everyone else.

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[choices-ceri]

You all know that I love Trystan to bits but I'm knda hating on them right now cause everytime MC is depressed because of some BS, Trystan is just like 'How can I make this about me?'.

Like stop picking a fight with MC every five minutes. And stop getting upset when MC argues back. Most of all, STOP guilting MC into doing the deed after they argue back.

"Do you even want to marry me?!" Well... I did...

Leave my baby alone. MC deserves the world.

[tessa-liam]

🌼 Marabelle, Chapter 19

"I don't belong here ..."

Despite all attempts to regain her composure, Sophie’s shoulders continued to shake with sorrow.

"Sophie, my love ..." Liam gently wrapped her in his arms. "You need to calm down."

"Please, please ... tell me ... Is it true? Sophie's words came out with gasps of air.

Liam knew all too well that the truth about Barthelemy 's 'illness' would be revealed eventually.

His heart broke on how Sophie had found out.

🌼Artwork by /artbyainna🌼

🌼Brothers in Arms, chapter 1

Trystan: Okay, Valentine's Day?! ... tell me about the first time each of you celebrated ...

Drake: That's one memory I'd be happy to forget…

Maxwell: Hey! It wasn't all bad. We made some pretty great memories.

Liam: Indeed. Though, I must say, the most memorable part was seeing your faces when you saw who I'd brought.

Leo: Wait… don't tell me you were on a date?

Drake: We weren't--! I mean, that is--

Liam: You'd have to ask them. I'll say no more.

Maxwell: It started out ...

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Please please please play Crimes of Passion in choices

[jerzwriter]

It's been a minute since I've written for Trystan x Carolina, but the Day 3 prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting 30-Day Writing Challenge (Use the words kitchen, date, music) lent itself to them.

Book: Crimes of Passion (post-book 1 timeline) Pairing: Trystan Thorne(M) x F!MC (Carolina Rose) Rating: Teen Words: 1,290 Summary: Trystan heads to Carolina's apartment for a Friday night date. The plan is to teach him how to cook his favorite meal—but the night might end up serving a very different lesson.

A/N: Participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge March challenge - prompt: fire.

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Trystan took double steps as he ran up the stairs to Carolina’s apartment. The delicious aroma of garlic and onions drifting down the hall made his stomach growl, but that wasn’t the reason for his rush. It was 7:30 PM. Exactly twenty-four hours since he last saw Carolina Rose, and to him, that was twenty-four hours too long.

He knocked on her door far more enthusiastically than required, a bouquet of daisies clutched in his other hand. He did his best to hide the goofy smile spreading on his lips, but he should have known the attempt was futile - Carolina didn’t miss a thing.

He didn't catch the roll of her eyes as she glanced through the peephole, but he couldn't miss her smirk when the door opened.  “You’re late, Prince Charming,” she teased, rising on her toes to kiss him.

“Not by design,” he defended, pulling her into his arms. “The traffic on the Alexander Hamilton Bridge was abysmal.”

“Oh, Trystan,” she sighed. “How many times have I told you, the D train would get you here much faster.”

He raised a brow, clearly amused. “For a brilliant detective, your memory is failing, dear. Do I need to remind you about my last attempt at public transportation?”

“You mean the time you ended up in Coney Island with the paparazzi chasing you from subway car to subway car?”

“That would be the time!” he said dryly. “Not my finest hour, I'll admit.”

“Oh, the trials and tribulations of being one of TMZ's favorite royals,” she laughed, as she noticed the flowers in his hand. “Are those for me?” She asked, her eyes softening.

“Of course. If I had bought them for your Uncle Tommy, I would have given them to him downstairs.”

Carolina’s smile, her warm and beautiful smile, was all the thanks he needed. Even if he was happy to accept the lingering kiss that followed.

“Well,” he snickered. “If I knew how you'd react to daisies, I might have sprung for orchids.”

“Please,” she grinned, motioning for him to follow her to the kitchen. “You know fancy things don’t impress me. Daisies are my favorite.”

This wasn’t like the Friday nights Trystan had been accustomed to in the past. A simple date at her place, Carolina barefoot, hair pulled into a messy ponytail, wearing an old Yankees T-shirt that clung to her in ways that filled his head with impure thoughts—she was nothing like the women he dated before. No, Carolina Rose was everything the exiled prince never knew he wanted and now, what he desperately needed.

She caught him ogling her as she reached for a vase and met his eyes to let him know he was caught. “There’s a bottle of white open,” she said, nodding toward two glasses on the counter. “Why don’t you make yourself useful?”

He poured two glasses with a smile, handing one to her, as he leaned back against the wall. “So, you said this would be an educational date, Detective. What exactly do you plan on teaching me?”

"Tonight, you're learning how to make arroz con pollo," she beamed, handing him a wooden spoon. "You always love it, and I figured it was time you learn how to make it yourself.”

“Why?” He groaned, sliding an arm around her waist. “If I had my way, we’d spend all of our time together - so I’d never have to cook it myself.”

“Oh really,” she chuckled. “Are you suggesting I’m the only one who will be cooking in this relationship?”

“Of course not!” He exclaimed, feigning insult. “I’ll have you know I'm capable of making excellent reservations! Ordering takeout is another specialty of mine!”

But Carolina wasn't amused. “I will not date a man who isn’t self-sufficient. Not in the kitchen, or any other room in the house! So, are you ready to learn?”

Her playful tone lit a fire inside him, his eyes darkening as the mood shifted in an instant. “Si, maestra,” he murmured. “You can teach me anything you desire."

“God! You’re incorrigible!” She laughed, turning back to the stove. “Now, put on an apron, big guy. I'm not going to be held responsible for sazón ending up all over your Armani.”

She attempted to be serious at first – lining up the ingredients, walking him through each step, but Trystan was... well, Trystan and the lesson quickly descended into chaos.

“Most people use one teaspoon of cumin,” she said judgementally. “But you’ve tasted theirs, and you’ve tasted mine... so you know the correct answer is to use at least two teaspoons, and I’m not afraid to use three.”

“Cumin,” he hummed, spinning the bottle in his hand. “Are you sure that’s a spice and not something  that happens after...”

“Trystan!” she gasped in mock horror, snapping him with a dish towel, which just led to him making another suggestive comment. But that paled in comparison to his commentary when she began showing him how to cube the breasts.

“CHICKEN breast, Trystan!” she hollered. “I’m talking about the CHICKEN breast. Can you please behave?”

"No!” He said, emphatically. “You can’t invite me to your apartment, looking that sexy, and expect me to maintain a level of decorum when you begin talking about breasts of any sort! Isn't that the definition of cruel and unusual punishment in the United States?"

“Really?” she smirked. “I’m the one with the criminal law expert here, buster, and nothing I'm doing is considered cruel or unusual. Though, I am considering arresting you because you’re being a nuisance.”

Trystan wiggled his brows. “Would that involve handcuffs?”

They continued dancing around each other in the tiny kitchen, their bodies brushing against each other as they maneuvered. She managed to teach him how to brown the chicken and the importance of getting the rice perfectly fluffy. Eventually, he paid more attention - asking her questions that he already knew the answers to just because he adored watching her go on and on when she was this enthusiastic.  His eyes were bright, hanging on her every word.

She caught him staring at her like a love-sick fool and stopped stirring the pot. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she blushed.

"Looking at you like what?" he asked innocently.

"Like I'm the only person in the world."

He didn’t answer at first but took his time to move behind her. Once his arms were wrapped securely around her waist and his lips had found his favorite spot on her neck, he gladly replied. “That’s simple. Because to me, you are."

Carolina liked to consider herself unflappable, but here she stood in the center of her kitchen completely – flapped. He felt her body stall, watching the goosebumps forming on her flesh as she shut off the stove before turning to him, completely flustered.

“That’s it!” she said matter of factly. “There’s a menu from Vistamar in the drawer. Let’s see those ordering skills you were bragging about.”

“Wait,” he said, honestly surprised. “Why are we ordering?”

“Because I need to put on music,” she said pulling up Marc Anthony’s Tu Amor Me Hace Bien, turning off the lights. “We’re going to... dance... not cook. Because you make it impossible for me to focus!”

Moonlight poured through the large pane windows, casting delicate shadows across the sharp lines of his face. Carolina wrapped her arms lovingly around his neck, pulling him in for a searing kiss that left him forgetting his name."

“Wow,” he smirked, pulling away.

“Oh, don’t act all innocent!” She scolded. “This is your fault. It looks like I’m going to be stuck with a man who is useless in the kitchen. after all”

A wicked tugged at his lips as he lifted her onto the counter, his mouth leaving a trail of hot kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and lower. He didn't say a word - not until she let out a soft, breathless whimper that was a symphony to his ears.

Then, he teased. “Would you like to reassess how useless I am in the kitchen now, mi amor?”

"No," she smiled, cupping his face in her hands before stealing another kiss. "You might not know your way around a kitchen, but you definitely know how to spice things up—and that’s good enough for me."

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