🛑 "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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Noch immer ein Farbenrausch im Garten.
Liebe Grüße an Dich und Euch da draußen hinter den Strahlenkästen von Claudia aus Nordhessen.
🅗🅐🅑🅣 🅔🅘🅝🅔 🅦🅤🅝🅓🅔🅡🅥🅞🅛🅛🅔, 🅑🅤🅝🅣🅔,🅢🅟🅐🅝🅝🅔🅝🅓🅔,🅐🅑🅔🅡 🅐🅤🅒🅗 🅔🅡🅗🅞🅛🅢🅐🅜🅔 🅩🅔🅘🅣!
©️®️CWG, 21.11.2023
🌈🌳🐩🐓🐩🌳🌈
#21november2023 #farbenrausch #herbstblüten #novemberblüten #november2023 #cwg64d #oculiauris #pestizidfreieregion #cwghighsensitive
#florianatopfblume
#grünzeug #grünerdaumen #wildgarten #naturgarten #nordhessengarten #nordhessenfloraundfauna #nordhessengärtnert
#novembergruß
P.S.:
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Thanksgiving's Little Miracle: Happy Birthday, Malia!
[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]
Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC) with Malia Lahela
Book: Open Heart
Word Count: ~500
Rating/Warnings: general, no warnings, all the fluff
Tagging: Thanksgiving: @choicesnovchallenge ; @choicesholidays "I'm thankful for you" ; @choicesficwriterscreations ;
Synopsis: Olivia and Bryce welcome their baby girl, Malia.
This absolutely precious and heartwarming art is by the lovely, ArtbyAinna. Not me setting every alarm and notification possible to make sure I got a November slot just for this moment! 😌💛
The open curtains invited the November sunlight into the room, its golden rays casting a gentle warmth despite the cool Boston temperature outside. Soft, hushed whispers of nurses' footsteps and distant murmurs from the hallway occasionally drifted in, creating a familiar symphony for the parents.
Bryce and Olivia rested nestled in her hospital bed, enraptured by their newborn daughter, Malia.
"Look," Olivia whispered, her voice infused with wonder, "she's opening her eyes."
Bryce leaned closer, his heart swelling with affection as her eyes fluttered shut once more. "She's got your eyes," he remarked softly.
"And your nose," Olivia added, a gentle chuckle dancing in her voice. Her eyes welled as she marveled at their beautiful daughter, unable to take her gaze off of her. She had spent months patiently waiting for this moment, wondering what she would look like, what she would sound like, and what her personality would be. Now, she was here. All those long months of waiting were worth every second because they brought her to this moment.
Malia lay nestled, her chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm, soothed by the comforting murmur of her parents' voices.
"She's so small," Bryce admired, his voice tinged with awe. His fingers brushed over her tiny hands that wrapped around him in response
"But she's ours."
Malia let out a soft whimper, prompting Olivia to soothe her with a gentle sway. Bryce readjusted her blankets, tucking her safely back into its embrace.
"I'm thankful for our little miracle," she murmured, planting a soft kiss on Malia's forehead. "For her health, her warmth, and the love we will share with her."
Bryce's hand found Olivia's, intertwining their fingers. "I'm thankful for you. For your strength, your love, and for bringing our beautiful girl into this world."
His arm wrapped around his wife, his lips pressing a lingering kiss on the top of her head. He shook his head slightly to the sides in disbelief, not sure how he could have ever gotten so lucky. He stole a glance at his little girl, his eyes filled with tears. There was so much he'd share with her, a world of possibilities to give her. But for now, she had everything she could need, and so did he.
As they savored this intimate moment with Malia, their phones buzzed softly with messages on the table by the window.
"I can't wait for her to meet everyone," Olivia whispered, cradling their daughter as she leaned into his embrace.
Bryce nodded, pride gleaming in his eyes as he held the two halves of his world in his arms. "Me too," he whispered and pressed another kiss on the crown of her head. "But not yet. Let's just stay here a while longer."
Her lips curved into a serene smile. "That sounds perfect," she murmured softly, content to let the moment linger for as long as they could.
Thank you so much for reading and supporting! I hope you enjoyed both the art and the drabble. I absolutely adore this couple and Malia is going to be the most amazing (fictional) person some day. I can't wait to learn more about her! 💖💖💖💖 [Learn more about Malia]
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November 7th
soft, so, soft
let the water run, then
in your desert you deserve a last run
as the sun I had hung myself on
watching
faintly
as the lights shut off,
from my bedroom window
the airshaft:
where you can hang the sun,
peel your moon stickers and breathe slowly,
kid,
there's no ridge on the sky
to peel them from,
no answer to why you're left
or where you come from,
I still watch the sky.
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