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Trystan x Gabriel by artbyainna (IG)
I wanted art that was in keeping with the cover photo for this book but more in keeping with the characters because I refuse to believe the detective or Trystan would go all TRR on us like that cover art is attempting to make us believe.
- aka I wanted cover art that was less generic -
I also wanted to redeem that disaster of a coronation outfit for the detective. I went with something in keeping with the whole royal vibe but something that wasn’t so stuffy and old, because I’m tired of PB making Mags designs look so boring and off. She’s better than PB, I just know it.
Ainna definitely delivered and then some! I just can’t get over how amazing she is with taking my ideas and two entirely different outfits and making something magical out of them!
[Background is a manipulation of the PB cover art]
[Gabriel’s outfit is inspired by an design from Ellie Saab’s Fall/Winter 2022 line and one from Zaid Nakad’s Spring/Summer 2023 line]
#choices crimes of passion#crimes of passion 2#trystan thorne#trystan thorne x mc#playchoices#trystan x gabriel#choices cop#fanartists are the best#my commission#do not repost#don’t claim as your own#don’t tag as your oc/mc#ask artists permission before downloading and using
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Kiss and Say Goodbye
Once again, @/artbyainna (IG) has completely blown my mind. I received this first thing in the morning, and I ask you, how am I to be expected to go about my day and work? How? It's impossible! I can't believe how I can describe a scene to her, and she just brings it to life exactly as I imagined it.
This is from the farewell scene in part one of my Crimes of Passion AU, A Moment in Time. This was all the inspiration I needed to finally finish the final chapter. All other works are shoved to the side! lol I'm still screaming!
A Moment in Time
Crimes of Passion
Trystan Thorne x Carolina Rose
Tagging my CoP peeps below, because... EEK!
@alj4890 @annoyingmillenialnewbie @inlocusmads @jamespotterthefirst @potionsprefect @secretaryunpaid @stars-are-within-me @tessa-liam @trappedinfanfiction @lilyoffandoms @aces-and-angels @ao719 @brycesgirl @cariantha @coffeeheartaddict2 @custaroonie @kyra75 @moominofthevalley @shadyinternetblizzard @storyofmychoices @thosehallowedhalls @dutifullynuttywitch @zealouscanonindeer @cadybear420
#crimes of passion#trystan thorne#trystan thorne x mc#trystan x carolina#choices fanart#playchoices#playchoices fanart#fanart#choices stories you play#artbyainna
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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]
drabble under the cut
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! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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I will be sad if Crimes of Passion 3 is a wedding book. For one thing, they've been together all of five minutes. But mostly, this book should be about solving Jimmy's murder. That's the cornerstone of MC's character. It should be the core of the last book of the trilogy.
I'm not saying there shouldn't be couple moments. I'm really looking forward to those. But let it be moments that feel authentic to this stage of their relationship. How do we handle the press? Your apartment or mine? Is it too soon to give you a key?
Jumping straight to marriage feels like a disservice on so many levels.
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rose (they/them) & thorne i drew for a birthday gift ^_^
(please don't use/repost tysm!)
#playchoices#choices#rbs okay if that isnt obv lol#crimes of passion#choices cop#trystan thorne#trystan thorne x mc#trystan x mc#my art#cfwc lgbtqia
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sitting at a park bench ~ trystan x nora (crimes of passion)
wc: 740 | no warnings, general audiences
a/n: Nora and Trystan bid a permanent farewell. That's it. That's the story. Takes place canonically - book 1, ch 18
written for @choicesaprilchallenge24 prompt - 'keep quiet'. It's more of a general theme in the story. the title is based off a simon and garfunkel song - 'old friends'.
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The area near the taxiway was eerily quiet that day. Ruby and Luke had offered their goodbyes earlier; perhaps to give Nora some time alone with Trystan or maybe it was just really a kind gesture, as everyone knew Nora made the grandest of speeches about fifteen minutes before the flight could take off. They saw a few of Trystan’s luggages enter the plane; mostly suitcases. Nora could see the flicker of anxiety he had. He kept playing with a ring on his finger, counting the amount of times he spun it.
They didn’t need to exchange a lot of words.
Nora asked him if he’d been attending his physio appointments. Trystan responded with a hum back, saying he’d been much better. The scar to his stomach was still bandaged.
Trystan asked her if she’d been taking her medications. Rib fractures were no joke. Nora corrected him by saying the worst of her injuries had passed and it wasn’t a fracture at all, in the first place. She carried painkillers in her coat pocket.
They talked some more. Mostly about Trystan readjusting back to his old life. He joked about how everyone would line up to avail the agency’s services, and yet refused to take any of the credit. “Isn’t like me.” he’d said, to which Nora retorted, “Good, there might be some humility left in you after all.”
Both of them had the same thing stuck in their throat. Only difference was Nora used her silence to say the quiet part out loud and Trystan bluntly stated it without any hesitation.
“I wish I didn’t have to go sooner,” he said. “The city has been good to me.”
“Right. Yeah. It isn’t going to go anywhere.”
Trystan chuckled.
“I hope I didn’t say anything wrong.”
“No - no it’s -- it’s a very reassuring thing to say - very grounded. There is a phrase in my language that means something like that. It isn’t going anywhere.”
“What is it?”
Trystan peered at a distance. “Funny.” - he shrugged, scratching his chin. “Must have forgotten it. It is okay. I will remember it when it strikes me.”
Nora asked him how he’d feel about the scar becoming permanent. Trystan gave her a similar shrug. In a while he’d forget how it even happened. Just some sort of a memory somewhere, bit foggy to put it into a picture. He might remember a few things. A dog, a park bench, the distinct taste of an avocado bagel. Nothing much. Likewise you could count on Nora to remember a pasta recipe or a familiar taste of white wine. She’d start telling a story, somewhere to a couple of friends who were willing to keep her company - “I remember when-” and trail off, because she wouldn’t really remember much of it. Fickle was the nature of the human memory and greater was the urge to suppress anything vaguely distressing.
Trystan’s personal assistant gave him a tap on the shoulder. He gave her a firm nod, turning back to Nora. A gust of wind combed through his hair that he didn’t bother retouching.
He hugged her goodbye. She gave him a curt nod on his way up to the plane.
They had plenty of opportunities to say goodbye. Some could have involved the other holding them in their arms; trying to breathe life back into them. This was a better way to say their thank-yous and byes. More constructive. Felt more real. Trystan could go home now; scrub off the blood from his fingernails. Nora could do the same. Their little painkillers and physiotherapy appointments might just work out.
Neither of them wanted to say the real, quiet part out loud, but they didn’t need to. There was a mutual understanding. They could truly say goodbye now.
“Nora!” he turned around, “Let’s keep in touch, okay?”
Both of them knew it was a lie anyway. They’d talk for a while, give up and move on. And yet, she nodded. “Perhaps -- we will see each other sometime soon.”
A small smile danced on Trystan’s lips. “See you, then.”
Both of them knew it was a lie. Just to make it a little better for the other.
Nora stepped away from the tarmac, watching the plane taxi down the runway until it reached the busy, cloudy skies. Hands in her pockets, she walked back once again, melting into a more crowded airport - taking comfort in a familiar commotion of noises.
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a/n: is this a cheap shot at an april fool's joke? probably lmao, but i am so tempted to make this canon.
tagging some people! if you want to be removed from the drabble tag list, please let me know <3
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Crimes of Passion 2 is almost here (June 28th!!!!) And so is the Book Club!
Our Crimes of Passion 1 book club ends this Saturday. Just in time for the release of book 2! Thanks to those of you who replied to this poll, a Crimes of Passion 2 book club will be following the Choices general release of book 2 on Wednesdays beginning June 28th! More information about the Crimes of Passion 2 Book Club will be posted by June 25th.
What are you most hoping to find out, discover, explore, investigate, etc in book 2?
#crimes of passion#crimes of passion choices#choices crimes of passion#choices#playchoices#choices game#choices book club#choices book club cop 2#trystan thorne#trystan thorne x mc
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🎄 Secret Santa 🎄
For the @choicesfandomappreciation Secret Santa event, I was assigned the lovely @inlocusmads as my match! 💖
I hope you enjoy these gifts I made for you! I had lots of fun making them.
I wish you a merry Christmas and a happy New Year! ✨🎄
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what if. trystan and mc got married. and hyphenated their names. to rose-thorne.
#i just think it’s cute#my personal headcanon is that trystan just changes his name to rose#but this is so cute!!#crimes of passion#trystan thorne#trystan thorne x mc
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the edit of trystan and rose belongs to @zhoras-bitch!
#playchoices#lucifer netflix#crimes of passion 2#crimes of passion#lucifer morningstar#trystan thorne#trystan thorne x mc#chloe decker#deckerstar#choices book club
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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 ♡
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Trystan x Gabriel
Anon, I don’t know if you will see this but I finished my art for myself. Thank you for your loveliest of beautiful words! They mean the absolute world to me 🧡
My Art ish Thing: @storyofmychoices @aallotarenunelma
#playchoices#choices cop#trystan thorne#trystan thorne x mc#my art ish thing#i polish nothing#cuz i’m stupid like that#it’s the view from trystan’s penthouse if that ain’t obvious#anyways this one gabe me great joy every time i worked on it#thank you from every fiber of my being anon!!!#i’d still love to draw for you :D#trystan x gabriel
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If the cap fits...
I don't care where you live; you must have heard me scream when I opened this treasure from @/artbyainna this morning! Agh! Look at my babies! I already had a commission planned for them when I created Trystan's Holiday Recap, where we learned about Carolina's gift. It was @lilyoffandoms who said, "I need the art of this, STAT!" and I wrote Ainna and said, "We need to make an adjustment." lol I hope the CoP fans out there love this half as much as I do, because that would be a whole lot. There's a little drabble below to accompany this.
Book: Crimes of Passion
Pairing: Trystan Thorne x Carolina Rose (F!MC)
Words: 740
Rating: Teen
Summary: Carolina has a little surprise for her prince, but how will he take it?
@choicesjanuary2024 - Day 12 - Transformation (because Trystan has certainly undergone one.)
Crimes of Passion Masterlist | My Main Masterlist
It was early evening, the sun was just beginning to set, and Trystan was anxious to put the work day behind him. He was shoving folders into his desk and about to lock the drawers when Carolina sauntered in. If there was one thing that could distract him, no matter what he was doing, she was it. His eyes lingered over her with every step, the puppy-dog look on his face so unbecoming for a Drakovian royal, but there was no use fighting it; he had long since given in. But there was something different about her today. She appeared less tense, relaxed even. The gleam in her eye and the devious little smile tugging at her lips told him one thing for sure: she was up to something.
She plopped down on the chair before him, crossing her legs and placing a brown paper shopping bag on the desk before meeting his eyes with a playful yet seductive stare. Trystan couldn't keep a straight face any longer.
“All right, what are you up to?”
“Me,” she responded coyly, holding her hands in mock horror. “What on earth suggests that I’m up to something, Detective Thorne?”
“That smile, that tone, that deliciously playful look in your eyes... what are you doing, Carolina Rose?”
“Well,” she pulled the bag to her lap. “I may have gotten you an early Christmas present.”
Trystan’s face fell. “No. You can’t give me anything yet! I don't have anything to give you.”
“I don’t need anything,” she smiled. “Besides, I know I’m helpless at stopping you from spoiling me as the month progresses.”
“You’re learning,��� he smirked. “So, what’s in the bag?”
She gleefully stuck her hand in and held out a black baseball cap... not the dark navy of the Yankee caps he had become so familiar with... and this one had white lettering; he took it in his hand to read.
“Armchair detective... armchair detective? What does this mean?”
With a little giggle, more fitting for a schoolgirl than the hardened detective she had become, Carolina began to explain.
“Have you heard the term armchair quarterback? It means someone who watches football, insisting they know better than the coach on the field. They bark orders at the coach and scream as if they're the coach, all from the comfort of their couch with a bag of Cheetos at their side.”
“I’m familiar with the term, dear,” he replied sarcastically. “But what is an armchair det...” his mouth hung open as realization set in. “Are you saying I’m an armchair detective?”
“Well,” she teased. “You’ve had some success, I’ll give you that, but you are still very much a newb.”
“So... I’m the armchair detective?” he was bordering on insulted, but Carolina just shrugged playfully.
“I mean, if the cap fits....”
“So then, what does that make you?”
“Funny you should ask that,” she grinned, reaching into the bag to retrieve one more item. Flipping her long golden brown hair back, she placed a cap on her head, carefully tucking any loose tendrils within. Trystan leaned closer to see what hers said, and in a matching font, it declared: Detective.
“Detective?” he asked.
“Well, that’s what it says on my tax form.”
Unable to keep a straight face, she doubled over in a fit of giggles.
“I am deeply hurt,” he scolded with the tone of a man who had been destined to be king.
“You know I'm joking, baby. But come on let's take a selfie! Our friends will love this!"
“I think not.”
“Come on! Where is your sense of humor?”
“Oh, I have no problem with the selfie. I don't even have a problem with your pale attempt at humor... but there is no way I am messing up my crowning glory by wearing that cap.”
To drive his point home, he flipped his head back, running his hands through his luxurious locks, as Carolina looked on with amusement.
“You are such a diva!”
“I am,” he declared proudly, rolling his chair over to hers and pulling her into a tender kiss. “But I’m your diva.”
“And don’t you forget it!”
“Never!” he smiled smugly, pulling his phone from his pocket.
“What are you doing?” Carolina asked.
“Ordering us t-shirts.”
“T-shirts? What kind?”
“His and hers... mine will say Diva... you, my love, are an Armchair Diva.”
“Hey,” she said with a laugh, "if the shirt fits..."
@choicesficwriterscreations
Tagging others separately.
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If you follow your heart just right, it will get you to New York City.
Art by the loveliest irdeinfierno (IG)
[Trystan Thorne x Lilah Rose Masterlist]
Drabble below the cut
Follow Your Heart (to New York)
Pairing: M!Trystan Thorne x Lilah Rose (F!MC)
Book: Crimes of Passion (post book 2)
Word Count: <;300
Rating/Warning: General (none, all the fluff)
Prompts: @choicesoctober (ship-romantic, finally in the open!); @choicesficwriterscreations (art and fic of the week); @choicesprompts ~flufftober
Synopsis: Trystan and Lilah share a quiet moment in the city that never sleeps.
Beneath the warm, soft glow of the string lights, which dotted the rooftop bar like tiny stars, Trystan and Lilah sat side by side, fingers intertwined, gazing at the Empire State Building lit up behind them. Dozens of tourists flocked to the garden's edge, taking photos with the iconic building in the background. It shimmered like a crown jewel against the city's canvas; and yet, there was only one thing either of them had any interest in admiring tonight, and it wasn't the city's historic architecture or dazzling views.
Trystan brushed the back of his hand gently across her cheek, cradling her face as he admired his favorite view. "It took us long enough to get here."
"There's this saying—" Lilah began. Her face tipped down, but Trystan lifted her gaze back to him. Her lips pulled up in the corners. "If you follow your heart just right—" her voice was soft, as the city that never sleeps sang with life around them, "—it will get you to New York City."
Trystan's eyes glimmered beneath the lighting, his warm gaze a reminder of everything they had endured that had brought them to this moment. "And here we are... my heart guided me here, to you, and all the adventures that await us—on the job...and off."
As the night deepened, the pair drew closer together, their bodies fitting like two pieces of a puzzle. After all they'd been through, the excitement of the city below became a distant murmur. This quiet moment—just the two of them—was their greatest adventure yet.
#trystan thorne#trystan thorne x mc#crimes of passion#choices crimes of passion#crimes of passion choices#playchoices#choices game#choices book club#lilah rose#trystan x lilah#lovealexhunt#fan fiction#fan art#my commissions#trylah#october2023
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The Secret History
Book: Crimes of Passion
Pairing: m!Trystan Thorne x Emma Rose (F!MC)
Rating: General audiences
Word count: 638
Summary: Trystan is planning a special movie night. Only, they're not actually watching a movie.
A/N: I wrote this last night on my phone, but I was too tired to transcribe it. For @inlocusmads, who gave me the prompt "There is a method to my madness" "Oh for heaven's sake-" "It's a three step process actually." Drabble 18 of my 30 days of drabbles.
Anyone who knows Trystan Thorne knows this: he isn’t one to do things by halves. And that involves preparing for movie nights.
“We’re just going to watch a movie,” Emma complains, exasperated, when he moves the bowl of (salty) popcorn half an inch further from the (sour) candy. Again.
“No, my dear. We’re going to watch something much more interesting. Besides, there is a method to my madness.”
She runs a hand through her hair. “Oh, for heaven’s sake.”
“It’s a three-step process, actually. First: ensure you have enough food.” He waves a hand in the direction of the loaded coffee table. “Achieved. Second: everything must be in perfect order. The salted and sweet popcorn must be on opposite sides of the table.”
“Please tell me you already managed that. I can’t keep watching you organize the snacks.”
“Already done.”
“Thank God.”
“And third.” He points at the couch. “Ensure that the cushions are in perfect shape.”
Emma drops her head to her hands. “I’m never watching a movie with you again. Wait.” She peers up at him. “You said we were going to watch something more interesting than a movie.”
The corners of his mouth kick up. “Did I? Interesting turn of phrase.”
“Trystan, what are you up to?”
“My dearest Emma, why would you think I’m up to something?”
“Because I know you, and that gleam in your eyes never bodes well.”
“Oh yes. There is that. Well.” He sits and pats the spot on the couch next to him. “Let’s watch some TV.”
Still suspicious, she takes her seat. “Out with it.”
“Out with what?”
“Whatever it is that has you so…” She looks for the right word. “Smirky.”
“Smirky, is it? Well, I suppose you have a right to know, seeing as it concerns you-.”
He takes the remote and presses play. Emma drops the fistful of popcorn she just grabbed. “Oh. Oh no. Please tell me that isn’t…”
“A fourteen-year-old Emma Rose, in a very youthful performance of the Scottish play.”
She covers her eyes. “Turn that off.”
“Not a chance.” But he hits pause, not wanting to miss a minute. “Why would you want me to?”
“Because.” Still covering her eyes with one hand, she tries to wrestle the remote from him. “That was my very first play. I’m wearing a witch costume…”
“With a hat?” He asks hopefully.
“Of course there’s a hat. I had artistic integrity.”
“Oh, I can’t wait to watch this.”
“My hair looks like I stuck my fingers in an outlet...”
“I’m sure it adds character.”
“I’m cackling…”
“Actually cackling or just laughing?”
“Cackling. Think Bette Midler in Hocus Pocus.”
He actually rubs his hands together. “This just keeps getting better.”
“And I sing. Or, well, chant.”
“So? I know you can sing.”
“Yeah, now. I couldn’t sing then. I fear for your windows. They might break.”
“I’ll replace them.”
She drops her hand. “There’s no talking you out of this, is there?”
“I'm afraid not.”
“Fine. Let’s watch teenage me make a fool of herself.”
“If you want, I can tell you embarrassing stories from my teenage years later.”
“Not quite the same unless you’re providing footage. Although…” A slow smile spreads on her face. “I could always text Marguerite.”
Trystan’s expression goes from indulgent to alarmed in two seconds flat. “Now, wait a minute.”
“Turnabout is fair play, my prince.”
He heaves a sigh. “All right. We can have another viewing session when you have that footage. But for now, can we watch this, please?”
“Wait!” She plucks a throw pillow and holds it in front of her face. “Okay, I’m ready.”
Trystan is already laughing when she hears her own voice, minus about fifteen years, begin to speak.
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Right. She’s texting Lydea, too.
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3 Word Prompt:
Trystan, MC, subway :)
⪩⪨ subway
a/n: as much as i’d love for this prompt to be referring to a certain sandwich shop that now offers footlong cookies (OMG??) i have determined that it is, in fact, not. thanks for the prompt! :)
featuring: m!trystan thorne x mc (second person pov!)
your ankles cried out in pain as you trudged down the steps to the subway after a painstakingly slow day at the agency.
you never thought you’d miss those high-stakes cases—or maybe you just missed working with your partner-in-crime.
as you hastily crossed the threshold into the tightly-packed subway, all you longed for was to be at home, in bed in your lover’s embrace, tangled together in crisp sheets after a warm shower that magically melted away the endless cases swimming through your whirring mind.
oh, how amazing that sounded.
you weaved through throngs of disgruntled commuters returning home from their tedious nine-to-fives before finding refuge next to a pole. you squeezed by to give yourself as much space as possible, when—
“fancy meeting you here, honey.”
you whirled around, bewildered at the unmistakably suave voice.
“trystan?!”
the sea of heads surrounding you slowly swiveled around to look at the commotion, eyebrows raised.
you sheepishly shrink back, murmuring a quiet apology while trystan places a calming hand on your shoulder.
“my love is just excited to see me, that’s all. carry on.” trystan dismisses the irritated stares with a regal wave of his hand, and just like magic, they obey.
you resist the urge to roll your eyes before folding your arms and gazing up at his smug smirk. “so? why are you sneaking up on me? you were working from home today, no?”
“ah, you see…” he brandishes a gorgeous bouquet of your favorite flowers from behind his back as your breath catches in your throat. as you admire the flourishing blooms in front of you and their sweet, fragrant scent, your concerns about how he perfectly preserved such a gigantic arrangement in the tightly-packed subway vanish into thin air.
he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, lips curving into a bashful smile. “well, i was going to surprise you with these when you returned home, but i got caught in a bit of a, ah… as you would put it…”
“trystan, did the police chase you again.”
his eyes widen in horror as he presses a finger to your lips. “darling, not so loudly in public, please!” he makes a show of looking side to side before meeting your gaze and whispering in a clandestine tone. “i may have had a little… ‘altercation’ on my way to the tube. however, it’s really no matter, as i succeeded in my mission to surprise my love, no?” he flashes a devastating grin—the one that never fails to melt you.
sighing, your gaze falls to the dazzling bouquet in front of you before you look up at him, a smirk playing on your lips, much against your will.
“you’re never going to stop being a thorn in my side, are you?”
“never, my rose,” he whispers affectionately, wrapping his arms around you before pressing a soft, loving peck to the top of your head.
thank you so much for reading! if you enjoyed this post, likes and reblogs are much appreciated :) if you have a prompt you’d like me to write, feel free to drop it in my ask box! <3
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