#sofia x trystan

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Let's pretend Crimes: The Proposal never happened. How does Trystan and Sofia's relationship develops after Drakovia?

Ooo, I love this question! Thank you @thosehallowedhalls ❤️

Now, I never actually played the proposal (I don't even know if it's open to non-VIP players yet), but let's say after they get back from Drakovia in book 2.

These two would never be engaged that soon. I don't think marriage would be on their minds at all, to be honest.

They were thrown into a serial killer case when they first met, and then Trystan was kidnapped and accused of murder. Honestly, they need a break where they can actually be together before anything else.

In my HC, their relationship develops gradually and naturally when these cases are over. Step-by-step. They do things together without a murder hanging over their heads, and get to know each other in other ways. I can see Sofia stay over at his place more and more, slowly bringing more and more of her stuff over until she had basically moved in (though that isn't official until months later when they have this moment of realization that that is actually what has happened).

And it's not until a few years after solving her father's murder that an engagement would even be on their minds.

Now, in my head, I am on the fence about making them actually married. I can see them get engaged somewhere down the road, but I am not sure about the whole marriage (at least not a whole big white wedding)

In their minds, an engagement could work just as well since that is basically a promise too.

What I am certain about though, is that kids are not on the table for either of them. Their dogs and each other would be enough (they will be the cool aunt and uncle to possible kids in their circle instead. If they are good influences or not is debatable 😆)

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Book//Pairing: Crimes of Passion // Trystan Thorne x f!MC (Sofia Rose)

Words: ~1100

Rating//Warning: G // None

Summary: The woman disappeared, but Trystan can’t get her out of his mind. But with only a first name to go on. What should he do to find her again? Continuation of A New Neighbor

A/N: Holiday prompt for @choicesficwriterscreations: Their packages keep getting left at their neighbor’s. When it stops, the neighbor sends a package just to see them again.

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It had been too long since his new neighbor walked into his apartment in the middle of his party. Sofia. That was her name. And it had haunted him ever since. She had disappeared into the darkness of the hallway and into the elevator. Leaving him behind, intrigued and curious. Trystan had hoped he would see her again soon, they did live in the same apartment complex after all! And yet, somehow, it never happened. Days had turned to weeks, and weeks had turned into months. And still, he never even saw a small glimpse of her anywhere. It was as if she didn’t exist at all. If he was being honest, he almost considered throwing another party in the hope she would show up at his door again, to make sure she was real and not just a figment of his drunk imagination. But he never did. And he didn't understand exactly why. He had never cared that much before.

But as they entered November, something finally happened. Some would call it fate, others would just call it sheer dumb luck, Trystan on the other hand, would call it a sign. As he made his way back to his apartment after his usual trip down to get the mail, he saw a slip of paper in the middle of the his letters. A piece of paper that certainly did not have his name on it. It didn’t even start with a T! Instead there was a familiar name. Sofia. Sofia D’Argenio Rose, actually. And unless he was completely clueless about the rest of his neighbors, which he was sure he wasn't, no one else was named Sofia in the building, and that only left one.

A grin formed on his lips as he read the apartment number on the cover, 89. Ah, that explained it. The mailman must have confused the numbers. Trystan was 99. He silently gave a small thanks to whoever that was and quickly left the rest of the mail in his apartment before making his way down again. He watched as the elevator moved down, just one level before it opened with a ding. The hall was unfamiliar, new terrain, but he only looked at the apartment numbers. 81... 82... 83... There! 89. That's it.

He wa about to knock, but then he stopped and hesitated. For just a second he considered just leaving the paper there. Or maybe he should just take it back downstairs and place it in her mailbox? He didn’t want to show up out of nowhere on her doorstep and seem like a stalker. Especially since they didn’t have the best introduction last time they met. But before he could change his mind and turn around, the door opened, and a pair of brown eyes looked back at him. First in shock, then confusion, then anger. “What are you doing here?”

“Ah, I know what this must look like…” He was quick to try to explain, but she cut him off.

“Like you’re following me?"

“Yes... NO!" She was messing up his words and his usual confidence disappeared.

“But?”

“But I have a good reason. I promise." He held up the slip of paper. “I found this mixed in with my mail. I was already back at my apartment when I saw it, and it seemed like such a chore to go all the way back down to place it in your mailbox. So, now I am here.” He smiled at her, trying to seem sincere as he started to build up his own determination again.

Sofia looked from him to the piece of paper in his hand as he handed it over to her. “Thanks.” She read it. He stayed, using the moment to observe her and take in how different she looked now when she was properly awake and he was sober. But it seemed she could feel him staring, and it didn’t take long for her to turn her attention back to him, pulling him out of his reverie. “Anything else?"

“Not at all.” He smiled again.

“Alright then. Bye." And the door closed in front of him. For the second time leaving him behind, curious about the woman on the other side. But this time he had more than before. Her full name. And to him, that would be enough. For now. 

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As time passed, the months turned into November and Trystan kept finding Sofia’s letters in his mailbox. At first he just placed it back where it belonged, but after a couple of times even he started to get irritated, and he found himself writing a small sticky-note for her which he attached to it. Writing that it again had ended up in his mail. He never expected she would reply. But a couple days later he found a note, it was from her! It didn’t say anything special, only a few words of thanks for letting her know and that she would deal with it. 

Sadly, it seemed the message took a while to sink in and they found themselves in that situation a few more times. And every time they sent notes, and with time the notes turned a bit more friendly as they ranted about whoever was responsible for it and how long it took to fix it. But as the end of the month was upon them and December approached, the letters stopped. At first, Trystan was glad. Finally she would get their own mail, and he wouldn't have to handle it anymore. However, it didn’t take long before he missed their little correspondence. He knew he had only been face-to-face with her twice, and neither meeting had really been any good. But still, he wanted to know more about her. She was different, it was quite refreshing. It would be nice to at least be somewhat friendly.

And the week before Christmas he had made up his mind and finally got the courage to take the matter into his own hands. No more lucky chances. No more waiting. Instead he went out and got some chocolate. Not a cheap brand, but some proper Swiss chocolate he remembered he had eaten quite a bit as he was growing up. He didn’t know if she would like it, but he would take that chance. And with a small attached note he placed it in her mailbox:

Merry Christmas. Here is a little present for the occasion. It is not much, but I hope to maybe amend it by inviting you to join me for coffee? No funny business. I promise. - Trystan.

And then he waited. Every day he found himself looking through his mail, and every time he had to walk back home disappointed. Christmas was getting closer, and he was starting to lose hope that he would receive one. But on the last day, a small note finally appeared. He was ecstatic, but found himself steeling himself for the worst. However, when he turned it around, there was only one word. “Yes.”

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Book//Pairing: Crimes of Passion // Trystan Thorne x f!MC (Sofia Rose)

Words: ~1000

Rating//Warning: G // Mention of animal abandonment

Summary: It’s a Christmas where everything seems to go wrong, but maybe one small thing can turn it all around.

A/N: Quickly written, and no grammar checks, so if you find any... No you didn't, lol.

Holiday promps for: @choicesficwriterscreations - Rescuing a puppy/kitten and bringing it home for it’s first holiday with them. And @choicesdecember2023 - International Animal Rights Day

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Somehow, everything that could go wrong seemed to have gone wrong for Christmas. First, some kind of virus had taken out Mafalda and her whole family, so the dinner they had planned for everyone had been canceled and the rest of the group had scrambled to figure out a plan B. Luckily, things seemed to work themselves out as Ruby and Luke decided to celebrate together, and uncle Tommy had invited Trystan to join him and Sofia for dinner. Of course, when it rains, it pours, quite literally in this case.

The snow the forecast had primised never appeared, instead a storm was washing over the city, and it was a good idea to just stay home and inside if you could. And yet, Trystan found himself running through the streets with the rain pouring down around him, soaking him to the bone. He had his car when he left his apartment, but that’s when misfortune number 2 had happened. It broke down. Luckily, it was just a few streets away from the Drunk Tank, so instead of calling for help, he decided to leave the car to run. Of course, it only took a few steps outside before he decided the whole thing had been a bad idea, but he couldn't back down, not when he was that close to his goal.

His feet moved quickly, and he went from speed walking to a full out run, but just as he was about to turn the last corner, something caught his attention. It was just a flash, then it was gone, it could have been nothing, but his intuition told him to stop. There was something there.

Carefully retracing his steps a little, it was hard to see anything in the dark and rain and Trystan almost believed he had just imagined the whole thing when he finally saw it. A small ball of gray fur. Looking closer, he realized it was a puppy. It was no bigger than a small teddy bear, and completely soaked. It looked just like Trystan felt, wet and cold. A flash of anger ran through him at first, anger towards whoever must have left it there, alone and helpless on the street. Then, he could only feel determination, and without thinking twice about it, he had taken off his jacket and wrapped it around the poor little thing. And as he looked down, his eyes meeting the brown eyes of the little puppy, he knew he would never be able to let it go to another home.

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The rest of the walk went a bit slower to not startle the one, but it still fast as he hurried the last few meters to the Drunk Tank. 

Pulling the door open, he could feel the warmth warp around him like a blanket, and he let out a sigh of relief.

"Trystan?" A voice pulled him out of his own mind, and he looked over to see Tommy at the bar. He smiled at him. "Merry Christmas. I hope I am not late."

"You're just in time." Tommy looked him over, frowning at his dishelved appearance. "You're completely soaked."

"I was caught in the storm."

Tommy only nodded. "Sofia is upstairs getting ready, but I suspect she might be reading over a few last cases before dinner." He said, as he poured something into a glass and held it out for him to take. "Here, this should warm you up a bit, and I think I have some clothes around here you can borrow so you can get out of the ones you have."

"Thank you."

However, it didn't take long for the detective to join them in the bar as well. "I thought I heard a familiar voice." She frowned a bit as she took in the sight of him. "What happened to you?"

"Aren't you the detective?"

"Yes, but I am still asking."

Trystan placed the glass on the top of the bar. "My car broke down. I had to run over here."

"You could have called."

"And pull you away from whatever you are working on? Never."

Sofia rolled her eyes. "I am still available to help you."

Trystan shrugged and gave her a wide confident grin. "It's just water, I am fine."

"Say that again when you wake up with a cold in the morning."

Trystan only ignored her. "Anyway, if I hadn't taken that refreshing run, I would never have found this little guy!" He finally held up the bundle for the two of them to see, and moved his jacket a bit to reveal the little puppy. It earned him a small gasp from both of the Rose's. "And he probably needs more warmth than me."

"Where did you find him?" Sofia was the first to ask, reaching out to get a better look.

"On the street."

"Poor little guy." Her voice turned soft as she carefully scratched the pup's ear. "No worries, we'll take care of you."

And Trystan knew, she wouldn't be able to let him go either.

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A short later, Trystan found himself in Sofia's room, all changed into dry clothes Tommy had found for him, watching as Sofia knelt down on the floor drying the puppy with a small towel. Freya was imaptiently sitting on the other side of the room watching them. "There we go, all dried up!"

The older dog took that as the "start signal" and bounced over. "Freya! Careful." He could hear Sofia exclaim, but she let the older dog come closer to introduce herself to the younger. Her tail moving back and forth in a hundred miles per hour as she finally got to meet him properly. She was overjoyed to finally have a friend to play with, even though he was still very young. But she was patient as they slowly were allowed to play a bit. However, it didn't take long before the two of them settled down on the carpet together. The pup was tired after the trying day, and Freya laid down beside him.

With a satisfied smile, Sofia finallt stood up and joined Trystan by the bed. "I think they will do just fine."

"So do I."

He reached out for her hand, taking it in his before he pulled her close. "So, how long until dinner is ready?"

"It was almost done when you arrived, so I am sure uncle Tommy is just waiting for us to join him."

"Ah." He sighed dramatically. "Just when I got you all to myself."

She slapped his hand away as he slowly moved it down her side. "Behave. It's Christmas, and I am hungry."

Trystan only laughed, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before she could stop him. "Fine, but afterwards, I am cashing in."

Sofia only shook her head, holding back a chuckle on her own. But neither of them was in a hurry to go downstairs immediately. Instead, the two of them watched the two dogs in front of them who had fallen asleep together. Neither noticing the storm had calmed down as well.

In the end, it might not have been the Christmas they had planned, but they were together, and in the process they had received a new family member. If anything, it had turned into a much better celebration than they had imagined.

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In your headcanon do Trystan and MC someday get married or have children?

This is a good question 🤔

In my head they do get married sometime in the future, nothing extravagant, just a small ceremony with their closest friends and family.

As for children... I don't know. This is one of the pairings where I have been 100% unsure from the start and when I saw what Trystan said about children in book 2, well. I can totally see them have more dogs though! If you consider that children 😂

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Book//Characters: Crimes of Passion // Trystan Thorne

Words: ~1000

Rating//Warning: G // Mention of past events and some blood, but nothing graphic

Summary: The killer is gone, but that doesn’t mean the nightmares are. In a way, they are actually worse.

A/N: For this ask from @lexicook74-blog. Thank you for the prompt ❤️ Set in between book 1 and 2.

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She was running, but she couldn't remember what she was running from. There was nothing around her, no sounds and nothing she could see, only darkness. At least, that was what she thought, until a light appeared in front of her, and as she got closer it seemed to grow bigger. She felt happy at first, finally a way out! Then, a feeling of dread grew inside her. She didn't want to enter the light, but her legs didn't want to listen when she tried to stop. They were carrying her forward if she liked it or not. And the light only became bigger and bigger, until suddenly it was right infront of her, then there was a flash, and she found herself in a place that had long ago been burned into her memory.

The organ, the stadium, box 32. Her father, laying lifeless in front of her, the feeling of helplessness as she fell on her knees beside him. She wanted to help, but she didn't know how. She could only reach out to him, she wanted to hold his hand, to tell him he wasn't alone, but the hand wasn't his. When she looked up, the image of her father was replaced by the image of Trystan. The memory of the abandoned house, the altar, the blood. So much blood. Again, she could only watch as she waited for help. Help that never seemed to arrive. She looked into his eyes, telling him to hold on. But as she watched his eyes start to close, she could do nothing. Again. No. Please no.

"No!"

Sofia shot up in bed, she felt drenched in sweat. It was only a nightmare, or at least that was what she tried to tell herself, but it wasn't only a nightmare. She knew that. It was memories. Her breath caught in her throat. She felt like crying, but she held it back. She had to stay strong. She might have lost her dad long ago, but Trystan was still here. Right?

Her mind started to spin. He was still alive, she knew he was, but no matter how many times she tried to convince herself she couldn't calm down. She needed to hear his voice. She had to make sure.

Her phone was luckily always within reach, and without thinking, or even looking at the time, she tapped his name and placed it to her ear. Please pick up, please pick up. One ring became two, then three. The feeling of panic started to grow inside her again. What if she was wrong?

Luckily, at the fifth she heard a click, and a tired but familiar voice sounded through the phone. "Sofia?"

She couldn't help the relieved sigh that escaped her. He was alive. He was still with her.

"Sofia? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just had to hear your voice."

A chuckle. "Missing me already detective? I thought you would be tired of me by now after everything."

She was silent. What was she supposed to say? That she had to make sure he was alive? That she couldn't trust her own mind and had to make sure?

Trystan paused when she didn't reply. And the playful tone was gone when he spoke again. "Sofia?"

"I am sorry... I just... Never mind. I am sorry for waking you up. I'll let you go back to sleep."

"Wait..."

She hung up. She wasn't ready for that conversation. Not tonight. His questions could wait until the morning. At least, that was what she thought. Because just a short while later, she opened her eyes at the sound of a incoming message with his name attached. Trystan. "Open up."

Her eyes widened. He wouldn't... Of course he would. Nothing he did should really surprise her. 

Silently, to not wake uncle Tommy, she wrapped herself in a dressing gown and made her way downstairs to open the door for him.

Their eyes met, and without a word she stepped aside to let him in and she closed the door behind him before she turned to look at him once more. His eyes followed her every movement, observing her as they always seemed to do. But instead of an interest in her detective work, he was watching her to figure out a new puzzle. A puzzle of the part of her that wasn't a hard-ass detective, the part of her that was only Sofia.

"Trystan, you really didn't have to come here."

"I know, but I wanted to." He held up a take-away bag. "I didn't know what you would prefer, so I brought you a few different options. Coffee, in case you wanted to stay awake..." He started to pick out the different items as he spoke and placed them on the table beside them. "Cocoa, for comfort."

As she watched him pick out some tea, cookies and sandwiches as well, Sofia felt a her lips tug up into a small smile. He had really thought of everything in the short while it took for him to arrive. It was a strange feeling to have someone there during one of her nightmares when she was used to handling them alone. But in a way, she didn't mind.

As he finally looked up to meet her eyes as well, she stepped forward, taking his hand into hers. "Thank you Trystan, but you didn't have to do all this... I only really need you." She thought the last part was only said in her mind, but the all too mischievous grin which appeared on his face told her she had said it out loud instead.

She playfully pushed his chest. "Not like that you asshole."

He laughed. "Very well, another time then." His hand came up to cup her cheek. His smile disappearing as he really took in the sight of her. "You look exhausted."

"I..."

"No, don't say anything. You need to go back to bed, and I am not taking a no for an answer." That only rewarded him with a funny look, prompting him to clarify his intentions. "Not like that, just for sleep, I promise."

And so he took her hand, not letting her talk herself out of it as he lead the way back to her room, the food and the drinks he had brought long forgotten in the place he had left them.

Luckily it wasn't far to her room and it didn't take long for the two of them to settle into bed when they reached their destination. To Sofia, that was a relief as her body finally seemed to catch up to her exhaustion. She could feel Trystan pulling her closer to him, letting her rest her head on his chest as her her eyelids started to close. The sound of his heartbeats lulling her back to sleep.

She was almost asleep when she suddenly spoke up, her voice so silent he could barely hear her. "Trystan?"

"Yes?"

"I am glad you're alive." And then she was gone, her deep breaths a sign that sleep had finally taken her.

"So am I." He whispered as he could feel his own eyes closing, and soon, he followed her into dreamland.

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Book//Characters: Crimes of Passion // Trystan Thorne

Words: ~400

Rating//Warning: G // None

Summary: Trystan reflects on his name and his new life in New York

A/N: A friend and I was talking, and we agreed that Thorne wasn’t really fitting Trystan’s background from Eastern Europe, so she came up with another name. And as lucky as I am, she let me incorporate it into my own HC ❤️ Still trying to figure out the characters from this book, but I enjoy writing them anyway!

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What's in a name? For some people it carried the memories and the pride they had for their family. For others, it was a burden. For one exiled prince, his name fell into the second category. To Trystan, the name he carried was filled with expectations and pressure from those around him. In a way, his name was a prison. And as much as he tried and pretended, he could never be himself as long as he carried it, and no matter what he did, he could never reach the expectations set for him.

His name wasn't something he had really thought about before, but as he sat on the plane, the Atlantic ocean far below as he left the only home he had ever known behind, he was left to his own devices with only his own mind as company. He had tried to ignore those feelings for so long, but slowly it started to dawn on him. His family, those who were supposed to be there for him, support him and believe in him had turned their back to him as soon as he was seen as a liability. Of course, they had always been like that. He was almost surprised they had even let him take a private jet and not a commercial one. Or maybe he shouldn't be surprised at all. They couldn't risk any more rumors and scandals after all.

His eyes fell on the clouds around them. What's really in a name? He didn't know, but he knew that with his, no matter where he went, he would still be tied by invisible ropes. Tornović. As long as he bore that name, he would never be his own person.

Maybe that's why when they finally let him off the plane, he walked out with a straight back and his head held high. In New York, in the land of opportunity, he would start again. And as he was finally left alone, he started to introduce himself as Thorne. His family wouldn't like it, and he knew he would probably have to go through some paperwork to make it legal, but he didn't care. Thorne. A new name for a new beginning, a way to blend in and distance himself from his past. A way, to finally feel free.

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Pairing: Trystan x Sofia Rose (f!MC)

A Different Meeting

What's in a name?

Trystan reflects on his name and his new life in New York

By Your Side

The killer is gone, but that doesn’t mean the nightmares are. In a way, they are actually worse.

Out Of The Rain

It’s a Christmas where everything seems to go wrong, but maybe one small thing can turn it all around.

Sofia Rose (f!MC)

Trystan Thorne

Crimes drabble by @lilyoffandoms ❤️

Crimes drabble by @lilyoffandoms 💛

Trystan's Biggest Fear by @moominofthevalley for the Trick-or-Treat event 🧡

Noir Detectives by @lilyoffandoms for Spread Kindness 🤎

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Sofia Rose: Dossier

Doing this instead of reading chapter 3 because my phone died. Thank you for the template @choicesbookclub ❤️