I think I’ve seen a few people do this but I haven’t seen one with f!MC x f!Trystan. It’s been such an itch in my brain so I had to do a quick sketch of it cuz it’s perfect for them :’) I love these chaotic sapphics, their dynamic is unmatched!
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Nerea Rose is a gifted girl that has spent her life studying abroad in the best universities in Europe. But when she arrives in Drakovia, her life seems to go the way she always dreamt of. That is, until her dear cousin comes with the former crown princess behind to solve the mystery of her old friend's death, Juliana Georgescu.
Everybody was bitching about how the feminine body mc and the m!Trystan looked like Christmas ornaments but no one is talking about the travesty that is the f!Trystan's outfit 😭 like wtf is that bow around her waist?? And if those pants were any tighter we'd see a camel toe!
Author’s Notes: Might edit this later, it was pretty rushed. But I just wanted to get this idea out. It’s pretty short. They’re well in the book but this is a little standalone, it won’t affect their relationship if I were to create a series. I have also decided to try my hand at a male!MC so hopefully I didn’t lose touch with writing- (Sorry, it has been a while since I’ve read Crimes of Passion so I’ve just gone off of what I remember) You can message if you wanna be added to the taglist.
Inspired by Another Lifetime by NAO
The vengeful lover of Countess Juliana Georgescu and the killer of Drakovia was finally discovered. Trystan and Cameron could see through Vasili’s cover and escape his plot. But Trystan will soon have to bear the weight of Drakovia upon her.
In Trystan’s dressing room, Cameron helps her prepare by tightening her tie.
“You know you don’t have to do all this, Cam.”
“I want to.”
The next few moments are filled with silence. Neither one wanted to break the peace with the reality they must face.
“How do I look?”
“Elegant.”
“Are you ready though?”
Trystan couldn’t answer, she must be ready. She’s obligated to take the throne. She cannot have such unacceptable doubts about her reign.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
Suddenly, Trystan feels the ground shaking and her head spinning. Cameron had to catch her before she hit the ground, holding her as she shook in his arms.
“Look, I understand. I respect your decision, okay? You’ll make an amazing queen. Someone Drakovia needs.”
“But that means we won’t be together. That I’d have to marry someone else, be true to them even when I love you still. It’s not fair.”
She feels that she cannot afford to break down and fall apart right before the ceremony. Cameron keeps her grounded in reality in his arms.
“Trystan, I’ll be here. But we can’t do this. Even if you were to have me by your side, it wouldn’t be fair for the ruler by your side. No matter what, I’m here whenever you need me. Even in New York, I’ll take the next available flight to you.”
Cameron helps Trystan up, smoothening her wrinkly clothes. Before approaching the door and gently opening it, guiding her out. He returned to his group in the ceremony chamber, awaiting Trystan’s arrival.
Escorted by Drakovia’s current rulers, Trystan walks as stoically as possible down the aisle. Cameron is unable to handle the sight of Trystan, pain coiling around his heart and suffocating it. He has to accept it, he must come to terms with not having Trystan. That Trystan Thorne will never completely be his, he will be another secret swept away to the side. He must will his heart to share her with Drakovia and her official spouse. As Trystan reaches the end of the aisle, before she can spot her lover, he disappears through a side exit to the dismay of others and his group of friends.
‘Cause there I will stay, my darling
Cameron attempted to take a breath but he couldn’t, each failed breath caused him to panic more.
I swear I won’t run from you
He ran. He ran until he couldn’t anymore.
Won’t run from you, I swear about it
Away from the ceremony, the palace, his Trystan. No. Queen Trystan. He couldn’t do it, become a lover to the Queen, regardless of her father doing the same. Cameron would never want to take part in Trytan’s attention when it should be on the one Trystan chooses to rule Drakovia with.
One day, Cameron Rose and Trystan Thorne would’ve meant to be.
Summary: whilst Aaliyah is recovering from her injuries from the fire at Eleanor’s green house, Trystan reflects on her time in New York and her night with Aaliyah and what is to come.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry
Authors note: again the inspiration has struck for another fic.
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Like moths to a flame. That is how Trystan would describe the last few weeks and how far she had fallen for the PI Aaliyah Rose. What started off with a confrontation in her apartment and finding out who killed Sonja, to infiltrating parties held by some of New York’s elite to uncover the Hand of Mahara.
They bickered a lot of course. It is how Trystan got to know people after all. But the bickering not only lead to the solving of the case but a vulnerability that I knew all too well. We had both lost someone close and important to us and neither of us had closure on what truly happened. I had also done something I did not think I would do again and fall for someone so deeply. Knowing that I was not the only person feeling survivors guilt. One would think that after eight years it would be gone but not knowing what truly happened only aided and abetted the guilt.
Our courtship was rocky, sure but we wanted to see change in Drakovia and we were going to do it. The fact that I was able to marry someone of the same sex was a big step too.
Trystan’s thoughts then turned to the other night. She may have been injured with a stab wound to her side but it was not going to stop her from finally showing Aaliyah what she truly meant to her. Her encounter with Aaliyah was everything and more than what she had imagined. When I knew I was falling, I knew it was going to be more than another notch on my belt. Physically attractive and a sharp mind. Definitely my type for a long term relationship.
Trystan clasps Aaliyah’s hand and kisses the top of her forehead.
“Pull through Aaliyah, I can not lose you now.” She quietly whispers before sitting on the chair.
Loss. She had already lost one great love but a trip back to her homeland was looming. If not for Marguerite being kidnapped whilst on the phone to her earlier today she would be on a private jet right now. Apparently there was some new evidence. It bugs her that she can not remember if she tied that rope correctly. Aaliyah thinks that her confession was coached out of her and maybe there is substance to her thoughts. All Trystan knew is that not only would she get closure but the trip would more than likely be one way.
The thought of leaving Aaliyah was painful. If she could take her she would. She wished there was a way she could stay but she knew she could not. Her mother could be forceful when she wanted to be and if Trystan was being honest she was surprised that the request to come home had come through Marguerite initially.
Trystan is exhausted and she finally falls asleep, thankful that there was a reprieve on their separation.
Aaliyah wakes up and is discharged and they go and celebrate catching Eleanor with her friends and family. She is relieved they have caught the killers and got justice for the families of those who have lost someone to the cult.
They have another night of losing themselves to one another and Trystan is torn. She so badly wants to stay, not only to keep working with Aaliyah to also explore what they are becoming but she knows she needs to face the music back home. She eventually falls asleep.
Finally Trystan does what is requested. Heading home to Drakovia. Aaliyah comes with me to see me off. I am happy but also sad. It annoys me. We have a tender goodbye and she walks away and in that moment I know I can not bear to leave her. I get the pilot to stop the plane and I disembark and I run towards her. I do not care what my mother thinks, I know I will be taken by force eventually but all I care about is for the time being, is being with Aaliyah in all senses of the word.
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Authors note: another short and sweet one. I am sure as book 2 goes one I will move away from
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Red Threads of Fate (That Binds Us Together) Part One: The World Is a Napkin
Author's Notes
Was I inspired by @thosehallowedhalls 's 30 Days 30 Drabbles to make my own drabbles series? Yes, yes I was. This series won't be a series per se, but rather small drabbles of canon and my own universe with my OC Nerea and her trysts with the Thornes, as well as glimpses with Neera and Trystan, pre and post b1 and 2. I will try to keep them small and simple, but knowing my overperfectionist and wordy self? It'd be hard, lol, I'm recovering from writing +10k word chapters with TCH lol. Enjoy!
English isn't my first language, so please forgive any typos/grammar mistakes
No beta, we die like men and all that jazz
If you wish to be tagged in my COP stuff, let me know!
All Spanish dialogue will be translated at the end of the fic
Summary: Trystan's curiosity gets the better of her... and Neera
Word Count: 1.1k
Category: Pining idiots, mild jealousy
Pairing: F!Trystan x F!MC (Neera Rose) mentions of Vasili Thorne x F!OC & Sebastyan x F!OC (Nerea Rose)
Rating: PG-13
Book: Crimes of Passion
Princess Trystan had noticed two things about Neera when collaborating with Ginovesi Agency: one, she depended too much on cheap ‘migas’ and noodles to eat, and always smiled up when the name ‘Nere <3’ showed up on her phone, which irritated Trystan in a way she was yet to describe.
She always walked away and talked for very long minutes with her. She didn’t know who this Nere was, but she disliked her, and she couldn’t quite place why. She hogged all of Neera’s attention, and had not once showed up to the office.
“So,” she asked Luke, who was tying some complicated computer stuff “who is Nere? Is she Neera’s girlfriend or something?”
Luke stopped in his tracks, turned his gaze to her and looked at the princess like she had just turned blue “Her what now?”
“I mean, she smiles like an idiot when she calls, talk for hours with her and I haven’t met her yet.”
Luke blinked “And you think, just with those facts, that she’s her girlfriend?”
Trystan shrugged, trying to hide her burning jealousy “Isn’t she?”
“No!”
“Then what is she?”
A familiar voice called “Her cousin, to whom she considers a sister.” Trystan turned around to see Mafalda Ginovesi, staring at her gravely “And if Detective Rose were to date someone, it is none of our business, Your Highness. But, if you do consider it your business, then quit beating around the bush. Neera’s smart for clues and deductions, but for dating? She’s as clueless as a cloud.”
Trystan simply nodded. She felt terribly embarrassed, not only by her jealous assumptions, but of how called out she felt. “Got it, boss.”
“Good. Speaking of Detective Rose, she ought to be here soon. Do try to wash off your jealousy while you’re at it, perhaps by browsing at the clues gathered so far.”
Wanting nothing more than to stop being called out, she pretended to browse over the evidence. She found it impossible, for Neera’s fragrance was present in the office: leather, cherry and cheap Red bull. Waiting for Luke to be lost in his computer again, she browsed through her photos: one with her father, who was rather handsome, a beautiful woman with a pregnant belly, taken in the early 90s –Neera’s mother, she supposed—and two teenagers from the 00s posing and smiling wide- It was certainly Neera, and whom she supposed was Nerea: they looked alike, although Nerea’s skin was a bit more tanned than brown like Neera’s, had a sweeter face and a very long, wavy dark brown hair.
Then, it came to her as lightning; she had seen this woman before, somewhere. She quickly whipped out her phone and searched ‘Nerea Rose’. There it was. An academic genius all over the US and Europe: tons of academic credits and titles in Europe, endless essays that were too long for Trystan’s tastes, her Pictagram account, photos with friends, newspapers talking about her… and photos smiling and chatting with two of her brothers: Vasili and Sebastyan.
Not being able to help it, she started reading the articles: she and Vasili seemed like they were a thing, holding hands and some kisses on her hand and his cheek, and then what it seemed like a photo of her confronting him. The same with Sebastyan, but those photos of them being close reeked intense-ness, a very Bas-esque behavior. Then, a photo of her that looked like she was confronting him, and then, they seemed to move on to someone else.
It seemed like she just continued with her life, and quickly whipped out their Picta accounts. Indeed, thenerearosex_. followed them both and seemed to like every photo, though no comment whatsoever. She wondered if Neera knew. Or Luke.
“Morning,” Neera greeted. She stopped when she saw Trystan hovering over her desk, glued to her phone “Uhm, Trystan?” She broke out of her trance “The hell are you doing in my desk?”
She cleared her throat “That your parents? I see where you get your looks, Detective.”
Neera simply glared “Get out of there before I move you.”
She held her hands up “Oh, fine. What do we have today?”
Neera flatly declared “Since we got demoted from the Dormer case, we are retaking possible cheaters.”
Trystan smirked “We?”
Neera took a deep breath “The possible dirtbag is a socialite. I’m taking you because you’re, well, useful. Don’t make me throw you out of the car.”
“That’d be treason.” She mocked.
“I’ll live. Pick your drink of choice and let’s go.”
After a few silent ten minutes, Trystan spoke up “You never told me you had a cousin. Sister? Sister-cousin?”
Neera raised her eyebrow “Who told you?”
“Mafalda,” she tried to sound casual “I Googled her. Seems nice.”
Her expression softened “She is the best of us. If someone deserves to thrive in Europe, it’s her.”
Trystan cleared her throat, slowing down in case this backfired. “I also saw an interesting thing about her when Googling her.”
“And what is that? My sister does many things that gets on the Google page.”
Time to brace for impact “I’ve seen a… few photos of her with two of my brothers. They seemed… close.”
Neera froze. She looked at Trystan like she had just said that the sun was a planet and it revolved around earth.
“Que mi hermana ¿qué?”
Trystan wasn’t fluent in Spanish, but the vermin and anger in her eyes made her park the car on the side of the road.
“It seems that she dated two of my brothers.”
“No.” She spat.
“It seems likely.”
“Lies. Slander!”
“You don’t know that.”
“My sister’s far too smart for your lot.”
Trystan was shocked at her denial “Now that’s a bit—,” Aaaaand she was calling Nerea. She picked up, despite being probably 4 a.m. there “Nere, did I wake you?”
“Kinda. What’s up, Neera?”
“Is it true?” She asked brusquely “That you dated two Thorne princes?”
Her voice was hoarse and confused “Why?”
“You admit it?!”
“Nina, no grites, que son las cinco de la mañana.” She moaned.
“Nina?” Trystan asked.
“Tú callada.” Neera hissed.
“Nina, it was a long time ago. Besides, why do you care? We’re the same age, I can date whoever I want.”
“I just—,”
“I’m going back to bed. And Neera’s friend, perhaps try to calm her down? Sorry about that. Night, Nina.”
She hung up, and Neera grunted. Trystan observed her closely “Would it be so terrible, your sister dating one of my brothers?”
“Yes!” She yelled.
“Why?”
“Because! Because…” She looked at Trystan intensely. The air was thick with tension, and Trystan almost saw longing in Neera’s eyes. They looked at each other’s lip for a nanosecond that flew by too fast “Doesn’t matter. Let’s deal with this cheating dirtbag, hm?”
“Okay…” She was so calling Vasili asking for details later. Neera’s sister seemed like quite the character if she could command the attention of Vasili and Bas.
“Que mi hermana ¿qué?” - My sister what?
Nina, no grites, que son las cinco de la mañana - Nina, don't scream, it's 5 a.m.
