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eleanorbloom · 9 months

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Home (Trystan Thorne x MC)

Book: Crimes of Passion Pairing: Trystan Thorne x F!MC (Amelia Rose)

Rating: Teen Warnings: Language. Words: 2,100.

Summary: What happens inside Trystan's head when Amelia found belladis for him (Book 1 Chapter 11).

A/N: I can't believe I'm doing this. I told myself I would only play some Choices books and not write any fics because life is messy enough, but I just fell in love with Trystan Thorne (hard not to) and loved the belladi scene so fucking much, that I had to write something about it. Honestly, that scene is one of the most beautiful things a MC has done for a LI. It was so sweet and considerate, I just needed to add the proper sappiness, as usual. This is my first fic outside Open Heart, and I haven't written something in English in about a year and a half, so I apologize for the rustiness. Whoever takes the time to read this, thank you so much! I can't wait to catch up with the content you have written for this gorgeous person ❤️

Tagging @choicesficwriterscreations to get some boost. I'm not sure who else wants to be tagged in future works, if there's any.

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Home.

Even after eight years, New York has never felt like home.

A penthouse crammed with people. With music, laughter, booze, men, women, sex, poker, gambles. Not even all the fun in the world has made Trystan feel it like home.

Not even her sister. Mag’s the only thing he has left from both his family and Drakovia, and yet, even if he adores her, he can't remotely feel close to home when she’s around. She only evokes the melancholy of not being at home.

The Agency, on the other hand, feels like a community to him. A place with an unusual sense of belonging. Where people appreciate him for him, not for what his title is or where he comes from. The banter, the shared coffees, the theories, the mutual help. It’s all a comfortable space that makes him feel useful for the first time in a long time. It has given him a purpose.

And Amelia… Amelia soon has started to feel like something he had never experienced before. A warm and enveloping sensation every time he sees her. And it’s not just because of the fire that lights up her eyes in every action she does seeking justice, or because they have been spending an incalculable amount of time together in the past weeks, so it could be said he’s been getting accustomed to her presence.

No.

It's because of the sincerity in everything she does and says. The purpose in all she does. This is not just a job, it’s her true calling. And the confirmation just keeps appearing before his eyes day after day. With every theory she makes, with every risk she takes.

And it’s also in the sincerity she calls him out every day. The way she calls him annoying at least ten times a day and the ten times a day he silently agrees, but keeps doing it because he likes the way his brown eyes roll in weariness, but a moment later melt into subtle amusement, letting him know she actually likes how annoying he is. Her smirk confirms it.

Besides his sister, Trystan has never met a person who confronts him the way Amelia does, and much less that the same person who does it, still chooses to spend day after day with him.

He has never met a person who had trusted him with her life. Even after telling her his fault in Juliana’s death.

Being around Amelia makes him be the closet he is at heart. What he truly is. Without pretending, without showing off to prove something. Without having to slow down to be taken seriously. Or having to do grand gestures just to fit in the Prince stereotype. Even if they bicker, even if Amelia groans at him every two seconds, he knows she appreciates him just for the way he is. Otherwise she would’ve gotten rid of him the very first day he hired the Agency.

That’s why Trystan prefers to take a walk by Central Park with her instead of resting at his penthouse, or partying with some ‘friends’.

That’s the reason why just strolling by her side is enough for him. Just walking and bantering about his million qualities and fancy abilities, or watching Amelia twirling around him while Fiera races behind her. It’s simple but it’s everything to him right now.

And that’s why having a bagel with avocado and a fried egg sitting on a bench, is the best lunch he has had in a long while. Topping the most fancy shit he had ever had.

“Do you ever miss it?” Amelias asks, seeing the subtle longing in his eyes as he talks about Drakovia.

“It’s not worth thinking about”, he answers, shrugging.

“So, yes?” She insists.

“...Sometimes.” He confesses. He does miss it, but for once in his life the answer doesn’t sting like before. For once he prefers to be precisely right where he is instead of somewhere else. “This just reminded me we have a place like this in Drakkos. The People's Garden. I used to get belladi there as a child.”

“Belladi?” She inquires, curiously.

“It's a Drakovian dessert. A bit like a scone, with sort of a melty Cadbury egg in the middle, topped with a dusting of sugar.” Even if there have been years, he could taste the sweetness of that first bite every time he tried one.

“Sounds delicious”.

Trystan sighs wistfully, watching some kids racing a few feet from them. His feelings haven’t changed, he prefers to be right where he is, but he does wish to have a belladi right now in his hands.

“They are. But I've never found them anywhere else. No sense brooding over it…”

Trystan can see from the corner of his eye how Amelia looks silently at him for a moment, thinking.

“You know what? I agree,” Amelia says as she hops to her feet, “No sense brooding over it. I'm gonna get you that dessert.”

Trystan turns to her, taken aback with her declaration. He would've expected a change in the topic to make him feel better, probably an invitation to try some new pastry to satiate his thirst for something sweet. But not this.

“I’ve just told you. I have looked” Although he is surprised by her intention, it doesn’t crack the hopelessness he feels about it. There’s no way he will try a belladi ever again.

“If it exists, you can find it in New York. You’re just not looking hard enough,” she gives him a wink, “Lucky for you, you're in the presence of a detective” she adds playfully, pointing with her head towards the path that leads back to the food stands.

But the glint in her eyes tells him this is more than some detectivesque challenge, a treasure hunt. This is a different kind of fire than the one that drives her daily. There’s something else. And for some reason it makes his heart flutter.

Amelia makes him go back to the vendors and asks every single one of them if they have heard about a place where they could make drakovian food. For about half an hour, they only encounter shook heads and apologizing looks, until finally a woman at the end of the park, clues them in of a food truck in the 82nd.

Trystan hadn't had his hopes high in all that time. He didn't want to be disappointed. Yet he was feeling very grateful to Amelia for trying. But the moment the woman tells them she had heard there was a truck with drakovian food but that had moved out of the park, something warmed up inside him just like when he was a kid.

The sun is going down by the time they make it to 82nd Street. Trystan cannot contain his smile when the man behind the window recognizes him and then, after taking a selfie with him, starts to prepare the pastry.

“I must admit that, even if I have never doubted that you are an impressive detective, I really thought you wouldn't find it" he confesses somewhat regretfully, “You can add “dessert hunting” to your resume now”.

“I know, I'm truly impressive, am I?” Amelia says, almost only to herself, “I never doubted myself, but making this happen feels really, really amazing”. Suddenly, Amelia giggles, clapping her hands in excitement. “I'm so glad you are going to get that belladi you so much wanted”.

Trystan grins, amused, because he had never heard her laugh like that, like a child. And that sole view touches him deeply in his heart. To be able to see another side of Amelia. A side less tough and more effusive. And he feels somewhat more grateful than he already was.

A few minutes later, the man behind the window reaches to give them the belladis plus some bitter drink to enhance the flavor of the pastry. Both content with the food, take it to a quiet stoop a few feet away and take a seat to enjoy the much awaited delicacies.

Trystan groans full of pleasure the moment the belladi melts in his tongue.

“Oh my god, this is even better than I imagined”.

He feels shivers down his spine as the sweet flavor invades him along with some of his best childhood memories.

Happy and truly thankful for the gesture, Trystan turns to thank Amelia for the crusade she put herself in just to get him a belladi, absolutely convinced she would be wolfing down the pastry just as he was. But instead, he caught her watching him with a wistful smile and warm eyes.

The moment their eyes meet, Amelia hurries to take the pastry and engulfs her mouth with it.

“Woow, yes, indeed, this is amazing,” she says, hastily, her cheeks evidently blushed.

“Yeah”, he sighs, trying to contain a chuckle.

That was just the confirmation he needed to convince himself that all that wasn’t just about proving herself being an amazing detective. A personal challenge.

This was for him.

Who would walk almost the whole damn Central Park just to prove a point? Well, she would. But no one offers to find it in the first place just to prove a point. She could prove herself with anything else. But something that seemed too personal for him?

Only Amelia would take the challenge just to get him the damn belladi and calm his homesickness.

She might look tough and cold, but she was the most considerate person when it came to the people she cared about. So, acting like that meant that she… Trystan stops himself right at that moment, trying not to jump out to conclusions.

But he just cannot shake the idea off his head. So he searches for her hand and takes it in his.

“What?”

And then lifts it to his lips, as Amelia doesn't seem to oppose.

“Thank you”, he says, staring directly into her chocolate eyes, charged with intention, meaning and candor.

She blushes again, more profusely, then shakes her head, "It’s nothing".

“Uh-uh,” Trystan stands up and turns her body to him, still holding her hand, “You know how difficult it is for me to be away from home. That I can’t go back there. You saw that I miss it, and when you found there was a tiny chance to make me feel like home, you took it and made it possible. It's not nothing, Amelia.”

She looks at him, serious, her eyes glistening.

“I hate to see you sad, missing home, because you don’t deserve it, you don't deserve anything that has happened to you, so I had… I had to try at least, to find you this something that you were missing so much, even if it was a goddamn pastry”.

He gives her the most dazzling smile she has ever seen, it was almost blinding.

“Thank you. Thank you, Amelia. I really mean it.”

And without giving it a second thought, he embraced her, tightly but delicately, his arms around the small of her back, his cheek pressed to her head, his nose feeling the critic scent of her chestnut hair. Amelia stands frozen for a few seconds, petrified, before giving in to the embrace, crossing both arms around his back, grasping the silk fabric of his shirt, smiling softly.

“You're very welcome, Trystan,” she says in a tiny voice.

What if he was wrong all along? Or maybe he was just looking in the wrong places. About home.

Maybe he thought home would always be the same place, that place in the past he couldn’t return. Drakovia. But even if someday there was a chance he could return, he knows it will never be the same. It was now tainted with bittersweet memories and grief.

Maybe home turns into something different once he finds a new place with happy memories.

Maybe home is not always a place but a person, or a pastry.

Maybe a truck with belladi.

Or maybe a person leading him to a truck with belladis.

Or maybe a person who would do anything to get him a belladi, just to see him happy.

As the sun goes completely down and the purple sky reflects on the skyscrapers of 82nd Street, Trystan sighs happily, contendly, peacefully, for finally being home.

The Detective Amelia Rose had helped him to find more than belladis that afternoon.

She helped him find his home.

Her.

Amelia.

#crimes of passion #trystan thorne #trystan x mc #playchoices #choices stories you play

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korzafakemon · 2 years

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Illubelle | Bellady | Bellustria

The Lass Mon | Fairy Experts at hiding in plain sight. Illubelle love to play, often playing tricks on those who wander into the woods.

The Lady Mon | Fairy Incredibly shy and wary of other mons and humans. The dew on a Bellady’s head is made of a special nectar, only shared with a trusted few.

The Madame Mon | Fairy Bellustria’s fragrant nectar is incredibly intoxicating. Groups will share nectar in nightly reveries, singing and dancing in small forest clearings. Those who try to join are never able to reach it.

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Shinies

#fakemon #sprites

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lilyoffandoms · 9 months

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Crimes Drabble - Trystan x Gabriel

This after lunch warm up drabble is dedicated to @storyofmychoices. Thanks for always being the most supportive and for liking my last attempt at noir. This one’s a bit different but gave it a go again.

Warnings & A/N: If my Gabriel wasn’t forced to stay at the recoronation ball and the chapter end with the twins happened, let’s say, in the morning.

I pull my coat collar further up around my face as another car zips by me on this damp Drakovian night.

I had to get out of there. The suffocating warmth of that ballroom stuffed full of pompous assholes who made it their job to ruin others lives. The accusing states of the royal family judging my every move, my every word, waiting, just waiting for their opening. It all grated on my last nerve.

I hate it here.

Mostly I needed to get out of there for one particular reason. The unanswered questions, the dodged ones.

Did he think I wouldn’t notice his dodges? His distractions - albeit effective ones in the moment - but once he was back in that ballroom, pulled away by yet another suitor, did he think those would be enough to keep me from knowing he won’t have that conversion with me?

Won’t have that conversation about….

Us.

If there even is a fucking us?

The flickering streetlight draws me out of my depressive spiral.

I never should have agreed to this.

I should have agreed with him back on that street corner over belladi after Thompson forbid us from the Hand of Mara case. We should have gone our separate ways then.

I grunt as a stranger jostles me in their hurry to get home.

At least somethings never change no matter where in the world you are. A large city is still a large city and people are still assholes.

It brings a smile to my face for a moment. But it takes me a moment longer to bring my thoughts back to this mess I’ve found myself in.

What the hell was I thinking?

Running around with the heir to the Drakovian throne had to be up there on my list of stupidest moves ever. I was bound to find myself in trouble.

I just never thought that would include working for the crown.

I make my way slowly back to the palace. A light rain washing away the dirt - and maybe a bit of the guilt - but it did nothing for the gnawing pit in my gut that kept telling me this wasn’t going to be good.

My room is quiet when I enter and I check the pieces of tape I set over all the entry points.

Good. Not one disturbed.

But to be sure I check the live feed I had Luke install.

No movement while I was gone.

I let out a sigh as I strip out of my coat and shoes and settle at the desk littered with reports from Ruby and countless crime scene photos tapped to the wall above.

I’ve worked enough cases, had to look at some truly grisly murders, interrogate some really messed up people, deal with some complete and utterly entitled assholes, the worst of humanity, but the Thornes?

The Thornes take the crown. Quite literally.

The smiling face of Nadia stares up at me from a photograph on the table.

“What the hell happened to you?” I ask her as if she can give me the answers.

When her smiling face doesn’t, I glance up at the wall and find her lifeless one with no answers either.

There are only three murders that still haunt my waking dreams. The faces of those three still ask me to find them justice.

I’ve always been good at my job. Always had that knack for it. A gift some called it. And I’ve solved plenty. Highest solve rate in the department.

But…

I let that thought trail off as I close my eyes and think of the three I’ve failed.

I have failed the only ones that absolutely matter to me. The ones I needed to solve, for myself, for my uncle, for my…

That thought of Trystan brings up more questions than I want to indulge at this time of night.

And as if the night could get any worse, a familiar knock sounds on my door.

“Go away. I’m sleeping,” I hiss.

“No you’re not,” the voices smiles but there is a tiredness behind it.

I trudge my way to the door and pull it open.

“What?” I ask rather sharply.

“Can I come in?”

I step aside and gesture for him to come in. Shutting the door silently behind us. And I lean against it, waiting.

He takes his time.

Of course he does.

“Can’t sleep?” he finally asks me.

I shrug. I’m not in the mood for whatever this is.

He pauses his next thought and looks me over, he’s trying to decide something. Not sure what, but I don’t think he comes up with the answer.

“Want to walk through it again?” I gesture to the wall and ask when the silence grows unbearable.

“It would probably be better if we got some sleep,” he says as he slides up closer to me.

I can’t help it, I laugh at the sly smirk he throws me with his words.

“And yet, your highness, I doubt sleep is what is on your mind.”

“No,” his stupid smirk grows. “But you are.”

“Smooth,” I laugh despite myself.

And then his lips are on mine and I can’t really stop myself either. There are conversations I want to have, conversations we need to have, conversations we have been delaying.

But a man will do anything if he’s desperate enough. Won’t he?

He breaks the kiss and takes my hand, leading me to the door that leads to my bed in the other room.

“Come to bed, Gabriel,” he whispers into a kiss to my hand.

And of course I follow.

And in that moment, this may top my list of the stupidest things I’ve ever done.

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All Choices Tag: @storyofmychoices @peonierose @aallotarenunelma @inlocusmads

#choices cop #trystan x gabriel #my drabble #i like to live dangerously and so do not edit please forgive any mistakes #this was hella hella hasty so take it for what it is haha

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inlocusmads · 9 months

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nora & trystan's esl solidarity

because between having emmigrated to a country that speaks english primarily and being born in a household that speaks one language at home and another one outside, things get wildly confusing,, so here are some esl (english as a second language) headcanons for these goofballs:

not understanding sarcasm: nora, growing up, would take in these direct straightforward english sentences and translate them into chinese and sometimes the sarcasm and the subtext is all lost in translation. and for trystan, he'd have trouble navigating his way in new york, especially with the taxis. ("pfft, as if we're such lackeys go there" "then will you?")

so. much of difficult pronounciation! Especially in English class. Nora can read Caesar, but pronouncing Caesar as "kay-sar" is .. not ideal. ("pronounce it the way you read it is a lie!") and Trystan trying to order a coffee, going "ma-zhh--kiatoh?"

subject-verb-object problems: Nora would just give up and use passive voice instead in school because she has absolutely no idea where to fit in the subject - at the end or in the beginning or somewhere in the middle. Trystan would just struggle a lot with the placement of adjectives ("Did you try this vegan chamomile non-GMO tea?" "I have been impatiently waiting for my tea PLEASE it has been more than an hour!")

such much, such many, this much

"it's this THING - THE THING-- what's it called in English? It is called krpa in Drakovian" or "the English equivalent of Tuōbǎ in Chinese"

no. contractions. ever. Especially Trystan. and he doesn't understand the American ways to contract things, because half the time the baristas or the mechanics or the plumbers would just swallow their words and Trystan would have to go, "I am sorry, please repeat."

Nora's the "I learned English from American TV" girlie while Trystan's the "I learned English from books written by English authors" girlie, which means Nora learned how to swear and she cannot stop saying "fuck" or "shit" and Trystan learned pretentious words like "dreadful" and "flabbergasted". (Bonus-> Nora is not used to swearing but she loves the satisfaction, so she sneaks in the swears wherever she can, so it just comes off as weird and Trystan slowly starts adopting an English accent, which sometimes slips into his Drakovian and it is just a big ol' mess)

Even more pronounciation problems! Trystan largely struggles with his "th-" sounds. ("Take a left and then a nor-szz. A nor-zh- a -- a -- norr--zhzthf-- the thing, just take the thing" and "Can I get a banana smoo-zhie?") and Nora interchanging her Js and Gs and Ps and Bs, in addition to adding a "g" at the end of her "n"s and "m"s ("No, the thing is that the tin-g can with the corn is very --" "A what can?" "Ting! Round metal thing")

Nora repressing her Chinese because it reminds her of her dead parents who were her only gateways to her culture versus Trystan speaking Drakovian any chance he gets because it reminded him of the poetry he wrote that made him find his own gateway to his culture, afar from his toxic family's intervention.

Watching movies and TV shows with subtitles ALWAYS. But also having to keep up with the movie plot on Wikipedia because half the times they don't understand the subtext or the tone.

"Hey I'll meet you in noon?" "No, unfortunately I am busy on 12:00pm." "I'm fine meeting at Saturday"

Trystan adopting a fictional English-speaking character's way of speech and it changing from time to time because he reads wayy too many books.

Nora versus plurals. ("I have to get my tooths extracted" "You mean your teeth?" and "I need two doughnut please." "Is that one or two ma'am?" "Two. Two. I mean two doughnut.")

The parallels between Nora speaking in Chinese from her fellow Hong Kong-ese restaurant owners versus Trystan forging a newfound friendship with the belladi chefs as often as they can.

"be gentle with me, English is not my first language" and Trystan going on to writing poetry that rivals fuckin Edgar Allen Poe *and* Nora going on to narrating an interesting case that rivals a medieval bard's storytelling.

Nora butchering up her idioms versus Trystan making new idioms. ("Time to cop that area." "You want to buy that area?" "No! I meant patrol! Doesn't "cop" mean "the action of cops"?" and "Oh, I have been looking forward to this for ages. I would say crack open the jar and butter up some beef! No? Butter does not come in jars? Beef means argument? I thought it meant gossip!")

never understanding rap, because it warps up their sentence structure and what they've known about the English language forever

+ never learning song lyrics as a whole and just humming parts instead that *sounds* similar to what the singers sing because this was the pre-Spotify days where things came in casette tapes and CDs.

CONJUGATION OR more precisely THE LACK OF IT. ABSOLUTE MADNESS.

not having translations for some unique and specific phrases and when you do translate them into english, they just lose their beauty. So Trystan and Nora just end up using Drakovian and Chinese in place.

Nora using "yeah?" as an Americanised substitute for "lah?" "ah?" and "hah?" at the end of her sentences because that, intrisically, is its own emotion.

code switching code switching code switching

Trystan making errors in capitalising his letters because in Drakovian, you do not capitalise day-names, month-names or designations. ("What do you mean it is supposed to be Foreign Diplomat Trystan Thorne and not foreign diplomat? Am I that important to be deserving a capital letter?")

.. and someday when they're too darn afraid to just spit it out, they'd go "Volim te, Nora" and "Wǒ ài nǐ, Trystan".

#thorne rose headcanons #nora x trystan #crimes of passion #choices book club

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hell-hotel-mkg · 8 months

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Roster Drop

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We would like to welcome our official cast of 19 guests to the Belrose Hotel! We hope you all enjoy your stay, and thank you everyone for applying!

Full roster list under the cut. The star (★) denotes a mod character.

Miryam-Joëlle Girault - Bodyguard

★ Magnus Makepeace - Ravenmaster

Birabiro Tesfaye - Butterfly Collector

Nikolai Volkov - Jeweler

★ Friedrich Heppenheimer - Transit Engineer

Belladi Tharwat - Couturier

Ernest Carmichael - Music Box Repairman

Hato Giordano - Falconer

Nelle Oellen - Curator

Kento Honda - Conservator

Piotr Kowalczyk - Pigeon Racer

Erik Yu - Cellist

★ Yvonne Gore - Freelancer

Derosa Roman - Astronomer

Chess Davis - Accompanist

Arthfael van de Albrecht - Company Heir

★ La Tesoro - Gentleman Thief

MACHI - Idol

Lament Sinclair - Mortician

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cariantha · 9 months

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CoP2: Coffee Orders

Hi @choicesbookclub! Here's my response for the Chapter 4 question of the week.

Does your detective have a go-to coffee order?

Do they prefer buying coffee or making it themselves?

Are they a coffee snob?

What about your Trystan?

As a true New Yorker through and through, Cameron's go-to is a regular coffee (short coffee with milk and two sugars). She's not paying for overpriced fancy coffee from a chain. There's a street cart near the office that she prefers or the bagel place around the corner from The Drunk Tank.

Trystan's go-to is a more traditional Eastern European staple, Turkish coffee. Travelers from the Ottoman Empire introduced it to the people of Drakovia in the 15th Century. Of course, in Drakovia it is flavored with a poisonous spice and is often served with Trystan's favorite pastry, belladi.

There's a place in NYC that prepares Turkish coffee and reads your fortune from the coffee grounds left behind in your cup. Trystan will go there when he's in the neighborhood to see what his future holds.

Most of the time though, his assistant makes it from scratch at home with coffee grounds and spices imported from Drakkos. He likes to drink it from the mug that Cameron gifted him.

#choices book club #choices book club cop #choices cop #crimes of passion

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thelonewolfstar · 2 years

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Crimes of Passion (finale)

Contains spoilers.

I'll make this quick before duty calls.

I'm not the only one who thinks this mysterious figure is the nurse guy who took care of Trystan in chapter 13 and MC, right? I always had bad feeling about that guy the first time I saw him, and seeing him again today makes me more sus. Unless they intended to replace Danny as most use nurse in Choices world with this guy. However, he only appears in this book. 🤔

Who is he talking to? The Queen would be too predictable, probably the King? I'm sure Trystan mention it was their father who suggested using the yacht to surprise Juliana. Perhaps they arranged their marriage because it would look good on people. Like Olivia said she was beloved by people and a reformer. Maybe the people were already doubting their rulers before the engagement happens. I remember the Drakovian belladi vendor who is also an exile saying that he doesn't trust what the government says. Based from that comment he seems very enthusiastic with their rulers, that's sarcasm. Marguerite also mention that Trystan and Juliana were making a changes in Drakovia the time they were engaged. MAYBE instead of looking good to people the engagement only causing more troubles. That's why they get rid of both of them by wiping off Juliana and framing Trystan. I'm sure there's more of it, maybe "Your Majesty" is the King or one of Trystan's siblings. For now, all I can think of is the King.

#choices stories you play #choices #playchoices #crimes of passions choices #choices cop #trystan thorne

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moominofthevalley · 29 days

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Hii 🥰

I found these picture prompts. I thought they might inspire you. You can create anything you’d like. Moodbaords, edits or even write a story.

The most important thing is that you have fun (don’t feel pressured to answer right away, you can answer the ask whenever you have time or feel inspired) 🥰

thank u so much for this love! here are some silly headcanons of how i think emily and trys would be on a picnic :)

they’d have a picnic on a random sunday at tompkins, and then stroll around the market

did you know emily can knit? she’d bring a funky patchwork picnic blanket for them to lay on (SIDE NOTE: she just took it up as a hobby - she got annoyed at how fidgety her hands were while at home so she needed something to distract herself from it).

both of them spent half a day baking pastries for the picnic. emily’s favorite part was kneading the ensayamada :-) and trystan, of course, also made some belladi.

and how could they forget to bring the lovely & spoiled twilight? they also made her own picnic food made of rice, shredded carrots, two quail eggs, half a banana, and some ground beef

thank you, again, for the ask :) it was really fun writing this!

#asks answered #moominofthevalley #trystan x emily #crimes of passion

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cassie-thorne · 2 years

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I’ve wanted to brighten up peoples day and to ask what’s your MC / OC favorite dish/snack?

Thanks 😍

Honestly, I haven't thought of that before so I can try lol and thanks for the ask!

Sooo yeah I'll just put my favourite CoP MC here 'cause that badass detective stole my heart and is now living in my head rent-free.

Cameron sure loved Belladi, a Drakovian dessert Trystan introduced her to. She said it's her new favorite, so I'm sure they're now a regular customer of that Drakovian vendor lol.

I love the idea of the detective, the data guy, and the medical examiner eating noodles at random noodle restaurants after work. They're the noodle masters, but with the prince here? I don't think so💅.

And, she'd love any dish.... WITH RICE. Yes, she loves rice as much as I do😌.

Thanks for this again! have a great day/night <3

#peonierose #Crimes of passion #playchoices #trystan thorne #cameron rose #luke watanabe #ruby webster #Max-what-now #Asks

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