The Scholars of Bellachoix Lane Masterlist
"In one of the most prestigious universities in the world, follow several college students adjusting to their new lives while navigating school, drama, and an intriguing mystery..."
So, a while ago, I posted about making a College!AU series for my Choices characters/pairings, so that's what this series will be! I made a header and everything so I can commit. I'll post the chapters on Ao3 too! Some details will be subject to change, but here's a rough outline of the chapters I plan to write for. I also want to clarify that all characters besides my MCs and OCs belong to Pixelberry!
Chapter 1: Midnight Rain (Bryce Lahela x Chandini Ramakrishnan)
Chapter 2: Crown Jewel (Trystan Thorne x Haelyn RĂłzsa)
Chapter 3: Knight in Shining Armor (Mal Volari x Salem Nightingale)
Chapter 4: Night Shift (Nik Ryder x Lyra Lexington*)
Chapter 5: Enchanted (Shreya Mistry x Verena Solaris)
Chapter 6: Cherry Blossom (Sebastyan Thorne x Cerise Hexley)
Footnotes
*Lyra Lexington is one of those MCs turned OCs that I wrote a really complicated backstory for. She can be tied to Ride or Die (LI: Colt), Nightbound (LI: Nik Ryder), AND Crimes of Passion (LI: Trystan Thorne). But for the sake of simplicity, she will most likely be paired with Nik because 1) the RoD LIs being actual college students doesn't make a lot of sense, 2) I have a second CoP MC (Haelyn) who ends up with Trystan, and 3) Nightbound is the book closest to explaining her supernatural background so it makes sense that she would be closest with him in this series
Taglist
@choicesficwriterscreations
@ladylamrian (Nik, Trystan, Mal, Bryce Centered Chapters)
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Doctor Date
Book: Open Heart              Â
Pairing/Characters: Â Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Chandini Ramakrishnan), feat. Dr. Aaliyah Hadid (F!OC; AKA Biggest Chandyce Shipper after me and Bryce ofc)
Rating: Teen    Â
Warnings: mention of a homicidal case            Â
Category: Fluff            Â
Format: "Edit"/Drabble
Summary:Â Chandini meets up with a close friend who is quick to tease her about a certain scalpel jockey
A/N: I know Liya is literally in all of my fics now but I don't care đ I can write whatever I want. Read more about their friendship here. I need to write Chandyce more they are and always will be my sweeties <3
Tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations, @openheartfanfics, @peonierose(?)
"It's him, isn't it?" Aaliyah teases her, sipping her coffee. Chandini sets her phone down on the wooden table at the coffee shop, looking everywhere but her friend's eyes. This doesn't deter her. "The surgeon from Edenbrook who wouldn't stop talking to you?"
"It's actually my colleague Sienna," Chandini emphasized. Aaliyah's eyes widened and smirked. She leaned closer to Chandini, as if they were children and whispering secrets past their bedtime. A few dark brown curls grazed Liya's shoulder and she whispered.
"You're a horrid liar. I always assumed people who went to medical school would be more intelligent, darling."
She mimicked Chandini's British accent and natural flourishes perfectly. The young doctor rolled her eyes and sipped her tea, glancing at her now buzzing phone.
"I don't talk like that, Doctor," she rolled her eyes. Aaliyah laughed.
"Sure you don't, Doctor," she paused as the phone continued to buzz with text messages. Aaliyah pointed to the phone. "Well, aren't you going to answer? You don't want to keep your beau waiting."
"'Beau' is a strong word, at most he's a nuisance," Chandini furrowed her eyebrows in frustration. "It's a miracle that he's lasted this long."
"An attractive nuisance," Aaliyah joked, noting her friend's sudden change in posture. Now, it was her turn to roll her eyes. "Nini, come on. I was just joking! Sheesh, and I thought my job was stressful."
The waiter came by and handed the two women their biscottis for their drinks. Chandini sighed. "You're right, I'm sorry. It's just-he always gets on my nerves!"
Aaliyah raised an eyebrow. "And what does he do to make you this upset? Flirt with you every once in a while?"
Chandini groaned, waving her hands around. "He does it when I'm trying to do my job and because he knows it will make me mad. I-I'm telling you, he's an instigator!"
"And I'm telling you that he's an extremely talented surgeon! He was super helpful with our homicide case, even more helpful than the senior residents. Not to mention, really charming..."
The doctor barely hid a scowl, and Aaliyah chuckled. "Aww, looks like Nini's jealous." She rubbed Chandini's shoulders for a few moments before she waved her friend's hands away. "I'm not jealous, I think it's ironic that you're commenting on my supposed work crush yet we haven't talked about yours..."
Aaliyah blushed. "Nuh uh! Don't try to change the subject. My best friend is in love and refuses to tell me, even if she doesn't know it yet. My entire job is about analyzing behavior you can't lie to me."
She was interrupted by Chandini's phone buzzing again, prompting Nini to snatch the phone from her best friend. She quickly turned the phone to Chandini to unlock the phone and read through the messages from her Insta.
"You literally posted this photo ten minutes ago and he's left a ridiculous amount of comments and DMed you ten more times... I think I need to revise my hypothesis," she said, her jaw practically dropping to the floor.
Chandini gasped, and took the phone back from her best friend before asking, "And what would that be?"
Aaliyah smiled, her finger grazing the rim of her almost empty cup. "That you're both two idiots in love. "
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I saw this picture and thought it might inspire a fic or an edit (no pressure đ„°)
omg this cake looks so good!!! i am literally obsessed ty!!! this may be angstier than i thought but:
Once A Shattered Heart
Book: Open Heart (Post Book 3)              Â
Pairing/Characters: Â Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Chandini Ramakrishnan), feat. Aishwarya Pillai (F!OC)
Rating: Teen    Â
Warnings: Childhood trauma/Insecurities            Â
Category: Angsty Fuff            Â
Words: 1.7k
Summary:Â As Chandini and Bryce work on planning their wedding, he helps her deal with a heartbreak that never healed
A/N:Â Â lol i don't know what came over me idc how tired i am i love angst <333 also a lot of Tamil people have their last names as their father's first names just a random note in case anyone was curious
Of all the things Chandini went through, it was a surprise to find that wedding planning would be so excruciating. Why on earth were there so many things to look through? Venues, guests, catering, and organizing between a Hindu wedding or a classical reception. Not to mention her phone's incessant buzzing. She sighed as she planted her face into one of the couch pillows.
She felt a strong urge to nap after such a day. She would have collapsed on their couch earlier if it wasn't for Bryce helping her. He currently sat at the island calling Keiki and asking her opinion on the table settings.
"Ugh, I don't know Keiks, that's why I'm asking you! I'm 100% sure she would prefer the NAVY blue tablecloth"
She chuckled to herself, keeping her gaze on her fiance. Her charming, hilarious, supportive husband who she still felt like she didn't deserve. He cut the phone call and walked towards Chandini, planting an eager kiss on her forehead. A giggle slipped before she could control herself.
"You're so adorable, you know that?"
"How dare you insinuate I am anything less than bold or intimidating," she retorted before taking his arms and placing them around her cold shoulders.
"Whoa, Nini you're freezing!" he said. Chandini rolled her eyes. "Are you sure you don't have a fever or something? I don't think we can move our wedding to a hospital on short notice."
"I'm always cold. Besides all the sweaters are in the wash because someone keeps stealing them."
"Okay, that was only one time-"
Her phone rang, for what felt like the tenth time that day. Who could it be? She craned her neck to see the lock screen on her phone and saw one person she would never want to see in her life ever again.Â
"I...have to go Bryce. After all the work we just did I believe I deserve a nap." She left his arms and he was able to see the woman who kept calling her.Â
Oh for God's sake.Â
He played the voicemail she sent and physically restrained himself from throwing a pillow across the room.Â
"Chandini. I know you are purposefully ignoring my messages and frankly, it's just disrespectful. I'm sure none of your other friends do this to their mothers. I need to speak with you immediately after I meet with one of my clients."
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There are moments in Bryce's life where he regrets everything he does during intense moments. This was not going to be one of them.Â
He rang the doorbell to Chandini's mother's condo that she coincidently bought a month after she announced their engagement. He scoffed when she tried to argue she wanted to have more real estate in the Boston area. The woman answered shortly after the first ring and gasped in surprise when she saw her future son-in-law in front of him.Â
"Miss Pillai."Â
Sometimes, he forgot how similar Chandini was to her mother. From the thick wavy hair cascading off her shoulders to her prominent facial features, not to mention her intelligence. It wasnât a surprise. Banerji was a brilliant doctor on her motherâs side and that family genius must have passed on somehow because there was something about the woman in front of him that exuded a feeling of superiority. She knew she was better but unlike Chandini, she wouldnât feel guilty tearing other people down to bring her up.Â
She laughed deeply. "Please, Bryce. If we are to be family I insist you call me Aishwarya.âÂ
He squirmed before continuing, eager to leave back to Chandini as soon as possible to make her a bowl of soup for her potential cold. "Okay, fine. Aishwarya, you need to leave Chandini alone."
Her facial expressions tightened with anger and stared deeply into his. âExcuse me?â
"She doesn't want you there, and you need to get off her back."
âI canât believe this,â she muttered, delicately bracing her head with a hand, something Chandini did all the time whenever she was in distress.Â
"For the record, she doesn't want Mr. Ramakrishnan there either. Or Ramakrishnan? I guess that's his first name, right?"
She ignored his somewhat rhetorical question and muttered something under her breath. "After so many years she's still being this dramatic."
His blood started to boil against his wish. "Excuse me?" he asked, repeating her tone.Â
"I believe your hearing is working just fine, Doctor Lahela. She's so dramatic. She has the audacity to leave and go against her motherâs wishes not even thinking of apologizing. Even you forgave your mother. What is her excuse?"
He balled his hand into a fist at his side. âItâs not an âexcuseâ to not want to talk to a parent who took her anger out on her daughter because of her cheating father. God, how do you not understand how messed up that is?!â
She wasnât startled at his exclamatory tone, almost as if she was prepared to make him mad. âI did no such thing! I donât care for what her cowardly father did. I know for a fact that I raised a poignant, hardworking, and successful young woman or she wouldnât be where she is today!â
Bryce stepped closer to her and laughed scornfully. âYouâre the reason where she is today?! In a career, you didnât want her to pursue?â
âDonât speak on things you donât understand, Doctor Lahela. I admit she would have been a better lawyer but I can admit I am proud that she is a well-known doctor. You would have never met her if it wasnât for me. Itâs simply pointless to deny my role-â
âIn what? Making your daughter feel like she doesnât deserve to be loved? For making her feel like she has to do everything all on her own or sheâs a burden?â his hand started shaking, and it took him so much of his willpower to not tremble with emotion.
âItâs not my fault she thinks of herself that way. I donât know what she did with her father but I know for a fact I gave her all the tools she needed to succeed,â she threw her hands in anger.Â
"That doesn't mean she's happy!" he yelled. He took in a deep breath before proceeding. "When I started talking to her for the first time about her family, she never said anything. She always seemed closed off and she never told anyone anything. Do you know what that does to a person? Shoving your emotions so low to the point where you feel weak for being human?"
âI-uhâ
âSpeechless huh? Not something you see every day in a lawyer,â he jests. She glowered at him, and Bryce could have sworn he saw tears forming in her eyes.
"You don't know my life, Dr. Lahela, and you never will. I have made sacrifices for her-"
"That doesn't mean you didn't make mistakes!" his voice started rising again. "You need to accept that she's not ready to see you right now. Even after helping her in the Martinez trial. Even when she was almost on her deathbed."
He was almost out the door before she spoke again.
"I don't think we'll be getting along as much as I thought, Bryce."
He scoffed. "If it means being on Chandini's side, I'm alright with that..."
The slam of the door sent a ripple of pain through Aishwarya. Was it guilt? Anger? Shame? A text from Chandini popped up on her screen.Â
I am tired of arguing with you and Appa. Iâm not changing my mind. Please stop texting me.
Aishwarya cradled her face in her hands. She cut a gaping wound in their relationship from the day she was born and now she would bleed the consequences.
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He made it back to their house and sighed happily when he saw Chandini, making a large pot of soup with baked bread. She heard his footsteps and turned around eagerly. "Bryce, you're home!"
He raised an eyebrow. "You're excited. Did you think I would get lost?"
She laughed. "No, I found a cake you would like!" Chandii swiped through messages on her phone Sienna sent her. "She sent me a few pictures from the first bakery we went to together to pick up Rafael's birthday cake, remember? And look at this!"
A glazed marble cake with intentional cuts seeping with candy jewels and a heart-shaped jeweled decoration dominated his vision. He fell in love. "This is perfect!"
She squealed, unexpected for someone like her. "I know! Sienna really did a good job finding a cake, though I should probably request a navy blue color instead..."
Bryce wrapped his arms around Chandini as she was talking, desperate to hold onto this moment forever. "You're amazing, you know that, right? I'm so excited to wake up and spend the rest of my life with you." He kissed her nose softly.
She smiled, sniffling to hide any unwarranted tears. "Well, at least I'm glad I'm marrying someone with excellent taste."
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