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captainsophiestark · 1 year ago

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Not A Relationship Guy

Tristan Flynn x Reader

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Requeted by Anon! This is the Tristan Flynn part of "Az or Flynn" lol. Thanks again for enabling me to write about my faves! Hope you like it! Also, Happy Valentine's Day everybody!

Fandom: Crescent City

Summary: Bryce's good friend from Nidaros has moved to Crescent City with her, and quickly made an impression on a certain fae lord. But she's not interested in a one-night stand, and Flynn has made it clear before that he's not really a relationship guy.

Word Count: 5,252

Category: Angst, Fluff, Humor

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When I'd first come to Crescent City, I hadn't known anyone other than Bryce. We'd grown up together in Nidaros, and now as adults, we'd maintained our close friendship even after she moved away. About a month ago, I'd joined her, following her move to the big city. I'd been terrified and out of my depth, with Bryce as my only connection in the massive metropolis. Now, I stood shoulder to shoulder with the top ranking members of the Fae Aux, screaming as we spectated the end of a beer pong game in the middle of a massive house party.

Things had certainly changed.

Declan and his boyfriend Marc stood on one side of the table, competing against a few people I didn't know. I was still relatively new, although my circle had expanded thanks to Bryce. Dec and Marc only had one cup left on their opponent's side, and then the game would be theirs.

The whole room screamed, a mix of heckling and encouragement, as Dec lined up his shot. Bryce hung off my neck, stone cold sober but shouting like the drunkest one in the crowd, which made me smile. Finally, after an extra moment's pause, Dec let the ball fly.

A moment later, it splashed into the cup, making Marc and Dec the winners.

The room erupted into cheers, no matter if people were rooting for or against Dec. A shot like that had to be appreciated.

The other team got a chance at redemption, but couldn't manage to get all of Marc and Dec's cups without missing. The game officially ended, with Marc and Dec's ten game win streak remaining unbroken.

"Boo!" came a loud voice, stepping through the crowd to the side of the table the losers had just vacated. Tristan Flynn stood tall, heckling his best friend across the table. "Somebody needs to take you two down!"

"Somebody just tried, Flynn!" Dec called back. "And you tried a few rounds ago, too. We're untouchable."

He and Marc did a little celebration, and Flynn rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, that was with Ruhn as my partner. I just need a better partner, and then you two are done." His eyes turned to scan the crowd, landing immediately on Brcye.

"Quinlan-"

"Nope. No interest in being your teammate, Flynn."

He put a hand to his chest, mock hurt. "You wound me, Quinlan."

Bryce rolled her eyes. "You'll live. Besides, you're in luck. I happen to have the perfect partner for you."

Flynn raised an eyebrow in question at the same time Bryce gave me a hard shove forward. I turned to glare at her, but she just grinned back and gave me a little 'shoo' gesture. I narrowed my eyes at her even further, but turned back to Flynn anyway.

He watched me with a skeptical gaze. We'd gotten to know each other a little since I'd come to Lunathion, and we generally got along. That didn't make him trust me as a beer pong partner, though.

"Are you any good at pong, sweetheart?" he asked. I shrugged.

"I guess you're gonna find out."

With that, I turned from Flynn to quickly rerack the cups before picking up one of the balls on the table. I turned to Dec and Marc, waiting for one of them to do the same so we could shoot for who went first. They shared a look, then Dec stepped up, grinning at me as he prepared. I could feel Flynn hovering over my shoulder, but I ignored him as Dec and I locked eyes.

"Eye... to... eye," we said in sync, not looking away from each others' eyes as we let our first shots fly. I sank mine, but unfortunately, so did Dec.

I turned to Flynn. He didn't look impressed, exactly, but the wary skepticism had been replaced by a small, crooked smile.

"You're up," I said simply. Flynn didn't hesitate before stepping up to the table and going through the same procedure Dec and I had just done, but with Marc shooting opposite him. Like me, Flynn splashed his into a cup, but Marc's shot narrowly missed and bounced off into the crowd.

I let up a whooping cheer and high-fived Flynn, who was full-on grinning now. Marc and Dec just shook their heads.

"That means nothing," Dec called across the table. "You're both still toast."

"Yeah yeah, talk is cheap," I shot back. "Toss the other ball over here and let's get this upset on the road."

The game was truly a battle for the ages. The majority of the crowd had quickly rallied behind Flynn and I, since Dec and Marc had been dominating for far too long. They continued to sink shot after shot, but so did we. We held our own, using trash talk and head games and anything else we could think of to our advantage as the game went on.

I wasn't normally a super quiet person or anything, but since I'd been new to town and not in any party scenarios with Bryce's friends before this, I hadn't been ridiculously loud either. Now, however, I screamed, cheered, and jeered at the top of my lungs. With every celebration of success and mocking of the other team's misfortune, I caught Flynn staring at me more and more, an appraising look in his eye. I mostly ignored him, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't get a warm feeling in my chest when he grinned at me.

We both stayed focused and at the top of our games until, finally, each team only had one cup left. Marc and Dec had briefly pulled ahead, but Flynn had knocked out one of their cups to tie it. Now, the game rested on me.

"C'mon, you can do this!" shouted Flynn, putting his hands on my shoulders and jumping around a little to hype me up. I nodded, then turned to line up my shot as Flynn stepped back.

Marc and Dec were screaming, waving their hands everywhere to try and throw me off. The crowd screamed and the music blared, but I blocked it all out. I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, my eyes laser-focused on the cup ahead.

Without giving myself time to second guess, I brought my arm forward and let the ball fly. A second later, it landed with a splash in the final cup of Marc and Dec.

"YES!" roared Flynn, and a moment later my feet had left the ground. He'd wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up in celebration. I laughed, absolutely beaming as Flynn set me down again.

"Alright, alright, it's not over yet!" Marc reminded us, bringing us out of the moment. "We get redemption shots."

"Even if you drag us into overtime, we're untouchable now," Flynn called. Our opponents ignored him, even as I joined Flynn's heckling and the two of us did everything we could think of to distract or psych out our opponents.

Marc shot first, and he missed. Me, Flynn, and apparently everyone else in the room held our breaths as Dec shook out his arm, then lined up his shot. Flynn and I waved our hands around, jumped up and down, and shouted things we thought might distract Dec, moving perfectly in sync like we'd been a team our whole life. Finally, Dec let the ball fly.

Flynn and I ripped our hands back to avoid any accidental interference that would cost us the game, and a split second later, Dec's ball bounced off the rim of our last cup. I reacted like lightning. According to the rules, once it hit the cup, it was fair game. I smacked it out of the way, off the table and into the crowd, before it could fall one way or the other.

"NO!" wailed Dec, sinking to his knees dramatically across the table.

"YES!" Flynn and I screamed in sync, and he picked me up again and spun me around. He put me down a moment later, still beaming, hands still around my waist. Our eyes locked, both caught up in the moment of euphoria, and he leaned towards me just a bit. I smiled, squeezing his arm but turning away to where Marc and Dec were still going through the stages of grief across the table.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to kiss Flynn. But I also knew he wasn't a relationship kind of guy. The three different females I'd seen him make out with throughout the party tonight were testament to that. I didn't want to just kiss him and then try to pretend to go back to normal as friends the next day, so instead, I focused on the euphoria of our win.

Flynn let the moment pass, too, as we gloated over Marc and Dec's defeat. Finally, after significant whining and complaining, they wandered off and another pair stepped up to challenge me and Flynn. We ran the table for the better part of an hour before stepping away to do other things, our win streak still intact.

I stayed at the party with Bryce for a little while longer, dancing and laughing the night away. Flynn joined us for basically all of it, making a point of paying attention to me, talking and laughing with me. He toed the line of flirting more often than not, and never wandered to other parts of the party even though Bryce spent significant time roasting him every chance she got. When she and I finally left the party just after two in the morning, we only got a few steps from the frat house before she turned to me.

"Alright, spill. What's going on with you and Flynn?"

I laughed, gently bumping my shoulder into hers as we walked. "Nothing's going on, Bryce. He's a friend, that's it."

"I've seen how he acts around his friends, and that's not it. I know you're new, but you must've noticed the difference too."

I sighed. "Yeah, I have. And I won't lie, Bryce, he's great. He's funny, I like talking to him and spending time with him. Obviously he's gorgeous. But based on everything I've seen from him, he's not interested in an actual relationship with somebody. Likewise, I'm not interested in making out with somebody at a party and having that be the end of it. So I think it's best if we just stay friends."

Bryce nodded thoughtfully, letting a comfortable silence rest over us for a few blocks as we walked side by side. I thought that was the end of it, but then she chimed in again.

"I've never seen him keep flirting with somebody as long as he did with you tonight. Normally if he hasn't gotten what he wanted in about twenty minutes, he moves on."

I didn't respond. I mean, what was I supposed to say? I wasn't sure Bryce really knew what she was trying to say either, and a second later, she moved on with a curse. I looked at her in question, and she sighed.

"I just got a text from Jesiba. I have to go into work in the morning."

I winced in sympathy, then let Bryce complain to me the rest of the way home. I fell into bed after promising her some kind of baked good when she got home tomorrow to help her get through the work day, and figured that would be the last of the discussion on things with Flynn.

I was very, very wrong.

For the next few weeks, whenever I did any activity that included Flynn, he took every opportunity he got to flirt with me. I never reciprocated, but I didn't totally shut him down either. More than a few of my friends other than Bryce had mentioned it, but I usually brushed their questions off. Flynn and I got on like a wild fire, there was no denying it. But just staying friends, hopefully good friends, still seemed like the best choice to me.

Around a month after Flynn had first started flirting, our whole extended group had decided to go out to the White Raven together to dance the night away and do whatever the hell we wanted to do. Bryce shot me a look on our way out the door, and I raised an eyebrow after locking the door behind us.

"You look good. Are you going to keep ignoring Flynn, or are you finally planning to do something about him tonight?"

I waved her off. "I already told you, Bryce, I'm not-"

"Interested in a one-time thing, yeah, I know. And that's fine. But he's been chasing you for a month. I think you should talk to him, let him know you're not interested."

"I'm sure he'll lose interest soon enough, B. Probably tonight, when he finally gets a break from work to the point that he notices some pretty thing dancing next to him and forgets he ever had a thing for me."

She gave me a skeptical look, but I ignored it. Flynn had become my best friend other than Bryce over the last month, but I wasn't about to start kidding myself that I might be the exception to his lack of interest in relationships.

Bryce and I were the last to arrive, and we found the rest of the group already posted up at a table, the first round of drinks ready to go. Flynn was already out on the dancefloor, and after saying a quick hello to the rest of our friends, I decided to go join him.

"Bryce? You in?"

She grinned and shook her head at me. "Nope. Have fun."

I narrowed my eyes at her, making sure she knew she wasn't being slick and that her implication wasn't appreciated. She blew me a kiss, and I rolled my eyes before turning from the table to go find Flynn on the dancefloor.

"Hey!" he cried, lighting up as soon as he saw me. "Finally!"

He grabbed my hands without hesitation, twirling me around him in the middle of the dancefloor. I smiled and laughed, then fell forward as he pulled me to his chest. I rested my hands on his shoulders, swaying to the beat with him, his beautiful eyes and devilish smile making my heart race. His hands drifted down my waist to rest low on my hips, and it was enough to shake me out of the moment.

I smiled, but put a little more space between us, and Flynn took the hint. He twirled me out and away from him again, and when he pulled me back this time, he dropped my hands. The two of us danced our hearts out, leaving a bit of space between us, letting the music completely take us over. Flynn's eyes still raked over me, but I just grinned back at him as I moved to the beat.

We spent a long, long time out there, dancing our hearts out without caring if we were good, making absolute fools of ourselves. Flynn's eyes stayed locked on me the whole time, that stupid grin never leaving his face. I tried my best to ignore it and just enjoy the moment with the frat boy I'd somehow become best friends with.

Finally, after the song switched again and Flynn showed no signs of slowing down, I had to take a break. I stopped dancing and stepped forward into his space, and Flynn mirrored the move, even leaning down a little so it'd be easier for me to shout into his ear.

"I'm gonna run to the restroom!" I called, still barely able to be heard over the noise. I leaned back and Flynn nodded at me, shooting me one more grin before I turned and headed off through the crowd.

I ducked past all the drunk patrons, and luckily for me, found no line at the bathroom. I paused at the sinks before heading back into the fray to splash some cold water under my eyes, waking me up a little and removing any misbehaving mascara. Then I sighed, gave myself a giant smile in the mirror, and headed for the door back to the rest of the club.

When I stepped into the hallway, to my surprise, I found Flynn standing a few feet from me. He smiled when he caught sight of me, and I came to a stop just in front of him, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning against the wall.

"What are you doing?" I called over the pounding music still coming from the dancefloor. Flynn's grin just widened and he pushed off the wall, moving to stand in front of me. He braced one arm on the wall over my head and leaned in, crowding me and bringing his face down to within inches of mine.

"What I've been wanting to do since we kicked Dec's ass at pool," he responded, his voice low and throaty, just loud enough to be heard over the music. His eyes darted to my lips, and then he was leaning in, intention clear.

My mind went blank as I stared back at him. He was one of the most handsome males I'd ever met, and I really did love talking to him and spending time with him. My heart raced at his proximity, and I'd never admit it to Bryce, but I wanted to kiss him, bad-

But then I thought better of it, as a group of female shifters passed us, staring and giggling into their hands. How many others had Flynn cornered in the hallway like this, for a physical release before he never called them again? How many females in this club had stood in the same place I did now, with the same male?

I pulled away at the last second, ducking under Flynn's arm to get some space from him. He whirled around to look at me with a frown, arms held out at his sides, clearly wondering what the hell I was doing. He took a step towards me and I took one back, which made him freeze on the spot.

"Sweetheart... what's wrong?" he asked, voice laced with confusion and concern. I wrapped my arms around myself and shook my head.

"I don't... I don't want this, Flynn. I don't want to make out with you in a dark club or hookup at the frat house. I don't care that you like to do that, it's your choice and you clearly enjoy it, but I don't. I don't want to be another fling or hookup or whatever before you move onto the next pretty thing that moves."

Flynn scowled. "What? That's not-"

"You've said yourself that you're not a relationship guy, Flynn. I've heard it a dozen times hanging out at the frat house. And that's okay. But I am a relationship person, and I care about you, a lot. Staying friends with you is more important to me than making out with you one time in a club hallway, only for you to turn around and grind with one of the shifters staring you down half an hour later."

Flynn's whole posture deflated, his expression dropping as he looked at me. I pursed my lips together and tried to give him a sympathetic look.

"Sorry, Flynn. I just... I really think this is for the best."

I didn't wait for a response before turning on my heel and heading back out to the dancefloor. I hadn't expected to care so much, but I could feel my heart threatening to shatter in my chest, and I wanted to get out of here before its resolve totally crumpled.

I reached our table to find my friends laughing and talking, Bryce mercifully on one end of the booth. I leaned in when I reached her, and her demeanor immediately became serious when she heard the tone of my voice.

"Hey, I think I'm gonna head home."

She pulled back and whirled around to look at me.

"What? Why?" Her eyes narrowed. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened. I just... I'm ready to go. You don't have to come, I just thought I should let you know."

She scoffed at me, turning away just long enough to scoop up her purse before standing with me.

"Let's go."

I shot her a grateful look, and she linked arms with me without a second look over her shoulder to the males at our table as we headed for the door. I didn't follow her lead, and when I looked back, I saw Flynn up against the wall again, some gorgeous female in front of him and leaning in with obvious intent in her eyes. That little piece of my heart I'd been trying to hold together finally splintered and broke away.

I hadn't wanted to talk about it, but Bryce managed to get the full story out of me before I went to bed. She looked thoughtful, and clearly had some opinions she wanted to share, but I was exhausted and hurting and didn't want to talk about it. Thankfully, that must've shown clearly enough on my face that she let it go.

At least, until I wandered into the kitchen the next morning.

"You look like shit," Bryce said in lieu of good morning, sliding a cup of coffee across the counter towards me. I narrowed my eyes at her, but took the coffee anyway.

"Thanks. That's about how I feel."

"So... do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Okay, then I will. Why are you pretending you don't have a thing for him?"

"Who said I was, Bryce? He's absolutely gorgeous and I love spending time with him. He's funny, and chaotic in a good way, and I love talking to him. He's become my best friend here, other than you. But I want to date him, not hookup with him. So there's no point talking about it."

"Are you sure he doesn't want to date you, though?"

I fixed her with a look that communicated clearly how stupid I thought that question was. She shot right back with a fierce look of her own.

"I'm just saying, I haven't seen him with anyone else since you two started hanging out. And he hasn't talked about the single lifestyle since then, either, or even joke-flirted with me."

I sighed and shook my head. "I saw him with somebody as we were leaving the club last night, after I officially shut him down."

Bryce just hummed, eyes narrowed in thought as she sipped her own mug of coffee. I didn't like one thing about that look, so I quickly picked up my mug and headed back to my bedroom.

"I'm getting dressed, and then I'm probably gonna head to the gym. I'll see you tonight!"

I shut the bedroom door behind me before Bryce had a chance to say anything, heaving a sigh of relief the minute it was closed.

I changed quickly, but waited to leave my room until I heard Bryce go into her own. I didn't want to be ambushed and forced into another talk, hence why I was going to the gym in the first place. It would be a good way to lose myself in my music, and to be distracted from feelings by the pain in the rest of my body.

I stayed at the gym for an hour, then took my time showering and getting dressed in the locker room. I stayed under the hot water for a lot longer than usual, trying to wash away the hurt feeling still curled in the center of my chest. It was my own fault, catching feelings for somebody who I knew didn't want a relationship. But that didn't make it any less terrible to try and recover.

When I finally left the gym, the sun was high in the sky, which gave me hope that Bryce might be at work when I got home. I knew I'd have to face her and that thoughtful look she'd had sooner or later, but my preference was later, and I wanted to do everything I could to push that conversation off.

Luckily, our apartment was empty when I pushed back through the door. I sighed, throwing on the first thing that looked good on the tv and heading to the kitchen to make myself some lunch. I'd just settled into the couch and taken the first bite of my sandwich when a knock on the door disturbed me.

Not many people could make it up to our apartment from the lobby, so I knew I couldn't ignore the knock. I set my sandwich down with a huff and crossed the room, not bothering to check the peephole before flinging the door open.

I immediately regretted my decision when I found Tristan Flynn standing before me, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. I frowned, glancing over his shoulder for any sign of the rest of the frat pack, but he was the only one in the hallway.

"Flynn, what- ACHOO!"

My head flung forward violently at the smell of the flowers in Flynn's hands, and I groaned as I straightened up on the other side of the sneezing fit. I looked up at him again, this time through slightly bleary eyes. He looked a little panicked.

"Fuck. Are you allergic to flowers? I told Ruhn it was a stupid idea-"

"Wait, did you bring those for me? Did Ruhn tell you to bring those for me?"

Flynn grimaced. "Yeah. It's a long- hold on."

He cut himself off when he noticed me scrunching my nose, trying to fend off another sneezing fit. He took a few steps back to a pot down the hallway, then with a wave of his hand and a little of his magic, he buried the bouquet in the dirt of the fern.

"Fertilizer," he said, rubbing the back of his neck as he returned to stand before me. "Sorry about that."

"That's okay..." I still sounded a little stuffy, but hopefully that would stop soon now that the flowers were out of nose-range. "What... what are you doing here?"

He sighed, staring at the ground for a few beats before abruptly looking up at me. His warm eyes met my own, and that little shard that had broken off last night dug itself in a little harder, almost making me wince in pain.

"I needed to talk to you. I... came to ask you out."

I laughed. When Flynn's face stayed just as grave and serious as it had been, more serious than I'd ever seen him look, I stopped laughing.

"Wait... are you serious?"

"Yeah, I am. Thanks for laughing, by the way."

"I'm sorry, I just, I don't know. Bringing flowers to my door to ask me on a date doesn't really seem like your thing."

"No shit. I almost killed you with those stupid flowers a minute ago." I cracked a smile again, and finally, a smile made its way onto Flynn's face too. He blew out a long breath, then shook his head. "Look, I know I'm not good at this. I've had a lot of practice and time to get good at other things, but... not this. But I don't want you to be a hookup. I've never had more fun in my life than whenever I spend time with you. You're funny and smart and gorgeous, and I haven't given a shit about other females since you sank that first shot in eye-to-eye. So I'm here to ask you on a real date. For... a real relationship."

His face scrunched up a little at the word, and my eyebrows shot into my hairline.

"You know people are usually excited when they talk about a relationship, right?"

"I am," he said, pinning me with the intense stare he normally reserved for Aux business. "This is just... new to me. I'm figuring it out. But I know that I want you, and no one else. I made fun of Quinlan and Athalar for being so sappy about all that 'dating your best friend' shit, but... having met you, it actually sounds kind of nice."

A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth, especially as Flynn fidgeted in front of me. I'd never seen him nervous like this, probably because he didn't usually fear rejection for meaningless make outs. But that thought brought another image to my mind.

"What about the female in the club last night?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral. I failed, emotion breaking through, but at least I'd tried.

Flynn raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"The one you were getting hot and heavy with when Bryce and I left," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. Flynn just scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Please. She was drunk as hell and throwing herself at the first male she found attractive. Not that I would've minded before, but..." He rested one arm on the doorway above me, leaning into my space with a confident smirk that made my heart race. "Last night I had other things on my mind."

I fought and failed to keep a smile off my face, my gaze dropping from Flynn's. My heart raced at his words and his proximity, and I knew he could hear it. I expected him to rub it in, but instead, he let out a long breath.

"Look, you shot me down last night, and I don't want to put pressure on you and ruin our friendship or whatever. So it's not an issue if you say no, alright? But if you give me a chance..." I looked up, just in time to see that insufferable smirk on his face. "I plan to make the most of it."

This time, I didn't bother fighting the smile as it spread across my face. I rested a hand on Flynn's shoulder and leaned in closer, until I could place a soft kiss on his cheek. His hand immediately dropped from the doorframe to my waist, pulling me tight against him, but I just smirked and leaned back.

"I'm up for a date, Flynn. What did you have in mind?"

He practically growled as his eyes roved my face, down the rest of me, and back up to meet my eyes. More than a small part of my brain wanted to take advantage of the empty apartment behind me, but the rest of me won out. I wasn't about to make it that easy on him.

"I was thinking dinner. Drinks. And then... whatever else we feel like doing, after that."

Everything about Flynn's tone and body language made it clear exactly what he had in mind for "after that". I smiled, leaning into him a little further, bringing one hand up to run it through his hair. Flynn's eyelids fluttered.

"That sounds like a great plan, Flynn. What time do you want to pick me up?"

"Seven?"

"Perfect. I'll see you then."

With that, I slipped out of Flynn's grip, shooting him a wicked smirk and wave before shutting the door on him.

"What the fuck?" I heard him yell from outside. I just laughed.

"I've got things to do before our date tonight, Flynn!" I called back, knowing he could hear me just fine through the door with his fae hearing. "If you seriously waited a month, I think you can handle a couple more hours."

I could hear him grumbling on the other side of the door, but I just returned to the couch and my waiting sandwich. After a moment, he called out again, loud enough to still be heard.

"Fine! I'll see you tonight then, sweetheart. Get ready for the night of your life."

I didn't respond, not least of all because I didn't trust myself to. If Flynn was all in, then so was I. And I absolutely couldn't wait for our date tonight, from the dinner to the drinks to whatever might come after.

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vintagegirl01 · 4 days ago

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Three is NOT a Crowd

Hunt Athalar x Bryce Quinlan x female witch reader (half-witch)

Summary: Hunt and Bryce are happily committed mates to one another. However, it’s a chance meeting with you that the angel and starborne princess realize that there is one thing missing from making their relationship perfect: You.

A/N: Since I enjoy this couple pairing, I thought of this idea. Currently, will be just a one shot and see where it goes from here. Will contain some smut later in the story so please avoid it if not interested. Otherwise, sit back and enjoy.

Hunt and Bruce just walked into the White Raven hand in hand. It is Friday night and it has been a while since the two of them had gotten together to hang out with their friends.

When they see they make eye contact with their friends, they both wave to them before making their way over to greet them.

In attendance is Fury and Juniper along with Hypaxia, the frat pack (Ruhn, Flynn, Declan, Connor, Tharion) as well as their mates (Lydia, Marc, Sathia).

Getting down to the last of the greetings, Hunt and Bryce come face to face with you.

Noticing the silence, Hypaxia makes her way over and introduces you. “Bryce, Hunt, this is (y/n). She is a fellow med witch who works with me at the new hospital I work for. She’s also a childhood friend.”

You smile at them both shyly. “It’s so good to finally meet you both. Pax has told me so much about you both. Plus, you both are quite well-known.”

After Hypaxia leaves to go talk to a girl from work, you are left face to face with the starborn princess and Umbra Mortis.

It’s a few seconds of the three of you looking at one another that the red-haired female comes up to you.

“Hey, you wanna grab a drink?” Bryce asked her with that same kind smile. You nod and follow her to the bar, before noticing a little smile come across the Umbra Mortis face.

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While you figured that Hunt and Bryce would go back to focusing on one another once you got drinks, they invited you to tag along with them for the remainder of the night.

Unbeknownst to you, both mates felt an instant connection to you. Bryce, in particular, had been watching you closely all throughout the evening. She noticed just about everything about you and how you interacted with the others. She definitely noticed that shy and docile yet adorable demeanor of yours and she especially noticed the way Hunt’s eyes kept darting to you.

Hunt, who never had a thing for shy and docile girls, was finding himself growing increasingly intrigued by you. His eyes had been darting to you constantly, almost as if he couldn’t keep them off you. It annoyed him how your shyness attracted him so much. He didn’t necessarily like shyness. He usually found it to be a mildly irritating personality trait. But it looked almost endearing on you. Especially when you kept smiling at him and Bryce whenever they told you some funny stories from their lives.

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After that night, the three of you begin to hangout more. While you never thought you’d be attracted to females, you find yourself attracted to Bryce and her mate Hunt.

Though you try to hide these feelings, in fear that you might offend them. Even though they treat you with kindness, you can’t help but feel guilty for even thinking of them in this way. They were clearly a couple, hell, they even mated. And in all the interactions you’d had with them, it was obvious they were in love with each other.

So you tried to push away the growing feelings, keeping your distance and trying hard not to look at them too much.

However, both Bryce and Hunt notice how withdrawn you’ve become around them and it doesn’t escape their attention that you are trying to keep distant. Hunt, especially, becomes more observant of you, his gaze fixed on you more often than it used to be.

They both began wondering at first what caused your change in behavior before finally noticing it themselves: how your eyes lingered on them or how your face flushed in their presence.

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When you finally tell them of your date with a dragon shifter (in hopes that you’d be able to move on from having feelings for the two), both of them are left speechless.

Bryce and Hunt had been so sure of the growing feelings between the three of you that they felt their stomachs drop when they found out you were going on a date with the dragon shifter. For a moment, they were both stunned to silence, unsure how to go about the situation.

Though neither of them really wanted to admit it, they were both jealous. And both of them had been secretly hoping to confess to you themselves.

When it comes down to the night of the date, the two of them are waiting in the living room as you get ready. They both had insisted that you get ready at their place to give you moral support.

When you finally come down wearing a (f/c) dress that simply hugs you in all the right places and some heels to go with. Different from your usual attire.

”What do you two think?” You ask the female and male in front of you, giving them a twirl.

Their eyes widened at the same time the moment you stepped out of your room wearing a rather… revealing outfit. Hunt’s grip on the couch tensed, while Bryce’s heart was racing in her chest. Both of them were definitely surprised and taken aback, and neither could deny that look was rather breathtaking on you.

“Damn,” Hunt said with a low grunt. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

You begin to frown. “Oh no! Does it look bad on me?”

Both Bryce and Hunt look at you with wide eyes, shaking their heads as they try to gather their thoughts to be able to speak properly to you.

“You, uh, look beautiful,” Bryce manages to choke out through her sudden nerves.

Hunt is speechless for a moment, his heart pounding a little too hard. He finally clears his mind enough to rasp, “Yeah.. you look…”

“Good. Really good…” he says in a low voice.

You smile at them both. “Thank you both. I’m just so nervous about tonight.”

Bryce and Hunt nod in agreement, both of them unable to look away from you. As your words and the way you look in the outfit are sending their thoughts to places they definitely shouldn’t go.

“There’s no need to be nervous,” Bryce tells you gently. “You’re going to be just fine and anyone would want to be with you.”

Hunt, though, just watches you from his position on the couch. He remains silent but he’s itching to tell you not to go on that date. To stay with him and Bryce.

“Oh you guys, I hope to find my mate as you have found each other.”

It pains them to hear your hopeful words. They both want to respond to them, but they are both too scared. But hearing you say that, seeing how hopeful you are and knowing you may be about to go off with some dragon shifter is just too much for Hunt.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” He finally blurts out.

You gave him a look of confusion. “What do you mean, Hunt?”

The Umbra Mortis shifts uneasily on the couch, his fingers tightening their grip on the cushions. It’s clear he’s trying to not let the frustration and jealousy he feels show in his voice.

“You’re going to go off tonight with some dragon shifter you don’t even know…” he mutters, his words bitter.

“Yeah, that’s kind of how dating works, silly.” You giggle. “You get to know a person through a first date.”

Hunt grumbles and grits his teeth. He knows he’s being irrational but he can’t help it. Not when he has feelings for you that are making things too complicated.

“I just…” he starts, but falters before continuing. “I don’t know if you’re being safe by going out with someone you barely know. What if something happens?”

“It’s in a public place. Plus, I have yours and Bryce’s numbers on speed dial.”

Hunt’s scowl intensifies, not wanting to admit that you having their numbers made him feel reassured. But it was true. Knowing you had a means to contact them in case of an emergency helped ease some of his worry.

He manages to force out a reply, “I know. Just text us to let us know you haven’t been murdered or anything.”

“I promise.” You lean down to where they on the couch and kiss their cheeks. The ringer goes off on your phone.

“Alright. My ride is here. Wish me luck.”

Hunt and Bryce both stiffen at the kiss. They both look stunned as they watch you grab your things and head towards the door.

Hunt just stares after you, his breath catching in his throat. Bryce manages to croak out softly, “Good luck.”

It’s at that moment that Hunt and Bryce realize that you are their mate. Though thirds are rare they can happen and that is the case with the relationship between the three of you.

They had suspected before that you could be their mate. Especially when the three of you began hanging out together more often, and their feelings for you deepened. But it wasn’t until you had gone off with another male that they finally realized it.

Seeing you leave the house to go on a date with someone else had made their hearts clench, their anger and jealousy flaring at the thought of someone else having you. It was the exact same feeling they had felt with each other once they realized they were mates.

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The next day….

Hunt and Bryce are both sitting in the living room, tensely waiting. They had been impatiently awaiting news of how your date had gone. So when they received your text and read through it, their shoulders slumped simultaneously. Both felt an immense sense of relief. No, they had felt overjoyed. You and the dragon shifter didn’t feel anything more than platonic friendship. Which meant there was still a chance for Bryce and Hunt to tell you they want you as their mate.

They both sat in silence for a moment, just staring down at your text. Then, they realized the opportunity this gave them. A chance to tell you the truth about their feelings and finally admit you were all mates.

The two looked at each other simultaneously, gazes locked. And from the look on their faces, they both knew they were thinking the same thing.

It was time to tell you the truth.

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They both felt a rush of adrenaline as they texted you and invited you to visit them. It was time they told you about the truth.

It wasn't long before the doorbell rang, signalling your arrival. They both stood still in front of the door for a moment, looking at each other silently. Hunt took a deep breath and reached for the door handle.

“Hi,” you say with that permanent smile that is always on your face in their presence.

They both smiled at the sight of you as the door opened. They welcomed you in and closed the door behind you. There was a strange tension in the air - they were both anxious to tell you their truth. So, after you settled in the living room, Hunt broke the silence.

"Come here. We need to talk to you about something."

“Hunt, Bryce… is everything alright?” You ask nervously. You hoped nothing bad was going on between them. You loved them very dearly and wished only the best for them.

They both fidget a little, clearly nervous. Hunt and Bryce take respective seats on either side of you, keeping their gazes fixed on you.

“Everything is fine,” Hunt tells you, but Bryce quickly interrupts.

“Actually, there is something we need to talk to you about.”

“... Nothing bad I hope,” You ask reassurangly.

They both attempt to give you reassuring smiles.

“Nothing bad,” Hunt says again, before falling silent.

Bryce takes a deep breath and begins, “We invited you over so we could talk about something important and… serious.”

The male and female exchange nervous glances, before Hunt finally speaks up.

“We’ve noticed the way we’ve been feeling for you lately…”

Bryce chimes in and continues, “We’ve been developing… feelings for you beyond just friendship.”

“Oh? Feelings like…”, you start to ask.

“…Romantic feelings,” they both say in unison.

They both stare at you, waiting for your reaction. Hunt’s expression is serious and uncertain whereas Bryce’s is full of hope and nervousness.

You look at them in astonishment. “Really?”

They both nod and offer small smiles in response, their nervousness growing.

“Yes, really,” Hunt says. “We both care for you deeply. In a way that goes beyond just friends.”

Bryce adds, “We thought we should tell you the truth. But this isn’t just a casual thing.”

Your face contorts to confusion. “Mates… but I thought… only a couple could be mates.”

Hunt and Bryce both nod in understanding at your words, clearly having expected this reaction.

“Usually, this is the case,” Bryce responds. “Two mates is the norm. But there are some cases…”

Hunt continues, “Where a third can be added to the bond. It’s unusual, but it does happen.”

Before you can give yourself hope, you have to know.“You two aren’t just pulling my leg here… trying to make me feel better about the date…”

They both shake their heads vehemently, their expressions growing serious again.

“No,” they both say firmly. “No, this is not some joke. We would never toy with your feelings like that.” Hunt continues, “We genuinely have feelings for you. You are our mate.”

Bryce lets out a soft sigh, her expression becoming hesitant. “We understand this is unusual. But… we both care about you deeply.”

You smile at them, before taking their hands into your own. “Hunt, Bryce… I care about you both too. In a way beyond friendship… it’s just I always figured my feelings were wrong since you both are a couple…”

They both look at you with a mixture of surprise and relief at your words. Their expressions soften, and Bryce tentatively moves your hand from your grasps and places her own on your hand.

“Your feelings aren’t wrong, sweetheart,” she tells you gently.

Hunt places a hand over yours as well, his grip firmer than Bryce’s. “We have strong feelings for you. Both of us. We want to be with you.”

“I want that too…”

Hearing those words from you makes them both smile. Hunt gives your hand a squeeze, and Bryce rubs her thumb in soothing circles on your skin.

“We know this is a lot to take in and we understand if you need time to process it,” Bryce says softly.

Hunt nods in agreement, his expression growing more serious. “But we want you to know that our feelings for you are genuine. We want you to be a part of our relationship.”

“I believe you both. I just don’t want to be a third wheel if you two feel like it gets that way.”

They both shake their heads quickly, the idea of feeling like that repelling them at the thought.

“You won’t be,” Hunt reassures you. “We both care about you equally. We don’t see you as just a ‘third wheel’.”

Bryce squeezes your hand again and adds, “We want you to feel as loved and valued as we feel for each other.”

The three of you embrace in a hug as this would be the start of your relationship with the two people you’ve grown to love and care for. _________________________________________

Over the following months, your relationship with Hunt and Bryce progressed, and you all began going on dates together. The three of you found a dynamic that worked seamlessly, and it became clear that the bond you shared with Hunt and Bryce was stronger than just friendship as you three had predicted.

You enjoyed the unique experience of dating both of them, with Hunt being the protective and assertive type that made you feel safe and taken care of, while Bryce showed her nurturing and caring side, always wanting to ensure you felt comfortable and loved.

The three of you were cuddled up on the couch together, watching a movie. Everything was normal and comfortable until a steamy sex scene suddenly flashed on screen.

Bryce let out a small gasp and Hunt’s eyes widened, both of them suddenly feeling a bit flustered. The energy in the room changed - the tension between you all suddenly becoming more palpable.

Hunt and Bryce both noticed the way you were slowly shifting uncomfortably on the couch, your legs pressing together unconsciously. They both exchanged a look, sensing the change in your body language.

Hunt let out a soft grunt, feeling his own desire beginning to stir at the sight of you. He knew that the scene on screen was getting to you. He leaned closer to you, his voice low. “You alright, sweetheart?”

Not trusting yourself to answer, you nod.

They could sense the way you were trying to restrain yourself, trying to keep your reactions under control.

Hunt’s expression darkened, seeing your flustered expression. He leaned in even closer, his breath warm against your ear as he murmured, “Are you sure?”

Bryce watched the two of you silently, her own gaze darkening with lust.

Once again not trusting yourself to speak, you nod.

Hunt and Bryce both notice your flushed cheeks and quickened breathing, and they know you’re holding back.

Hunt leans in more, his body pressing against you. "You seem a little tense, sweetheart. Are you sure you're okay?”

Bryce finally speaks up, her voice low. “Maybe we should turn off the movie… and find something else to do instead.”

“….Read a book?” You managed to get out.

Hunt huffs out a soft chuckle, his hand moving to rest on your thigh. “I was thinking more of a… physical activity, actually.”

Bryce chimes in, her eyes fixed on you. “Something that could help you… relax,” she says with a smirk.

“…Meditation?” You let out weakly.

Both Hunt and Bryce laugh at your suggestion. They exchange amused glances, enjoying your innocence.

Hunt shakes his head amused, his hand giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. “No, sweetheart,” he says with a smirk. “We were thinking of something a little more… physically engaging.”

“Yoga?” You breathe out harshly.

They both chuckle at your persistence. “Okay, okay,” Hunt says, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice.

Bryce joins in, her teasing tone evident. “No, not yoga. We’ve got a different kind of cardio in mind, love.”

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It isn’t long before the three of you are naked.

They both take their time to gently caress every inch of your body, slowly and tenderly. They whisper sweet words to you, and reassure you that you are beautiful and desired.

Currently, you are on Hunt’s manhood as Bryce is helping you adjust to his size.

You were both nervous and anxious at first, but they both helped guide you. Bryce is at your side, her hand on your skin, guiding you gently. Her other arm is at your hip, her touch both reassuring and arousing.

“Take it nice and slow, sweetheart,” she says softly.

Hunt is beneath you, his hands gripping you at the waist. “Just relax, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin.”

“It’s so big… he’s so big Bryce…” you say with tears in your eyes. The pressure started to grow more pleasurable, becoming too much for you considering this was your first time having sex.

She smiles softly, her own excitement building as she watches you above Hunt. “Yes, he is darling. You’re doing so well for us both.”

“I am?” You ask for reassurance.

They both nod, and they can sense your nervousness.

Bryce leans in to kiss your neck, her free hand gently playing with your hair. “Mhm… you’re doing wonderful, darling.”

This causes you to moan.

They both respond to the sound of your moan, their own arousal growing stronger.

Hunt lets out a low groan, his hands gripping your hips a little tighter. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this,” he says huskily, his gaze fixed on you.

“…What?” you ask breathlessly.

Hunt and Bryce both chuckle at your question.

“We’ve both imagined this,” Bryce clarifies, her hand moving to caress your cheek. “Having you like this, between us. It’s almost better than we thought it would be.”

“Almost?” Are you doing something wrong, you think.

They both smirk at your question.

Hunt speaks up, his voice low and gruff. “We only said almost,” he repeats, his hands moving to grip your hips again. “Because we haven’t quite reached the good part yet, sweetheart.”

“But don’t worry - you will,” Bryce adds, her hand trailing down your back. “In a few moments.”

Their words send a shiver of anticipation down your spine. You could feel their want and desire for you - it was a palpable, almost electric energy that crackled between the three of you.

“Oh….oh…oh….OHH!!!!”

As the sensation builds and your pleasure mounts, your body starts to tremble.

They both watch you closely, their own desire growing stronger with every moment. It’s a rush of sensation and emotion that’s almost too much to handle.

“That's it… let go,” Hunt encourages, his voice ragged and low.

Bryce adds in, her own voice shaky and wanting. “Just let it happen… we’re both here for you.”

As your release covers Hunt’s manhood, you lay yourself on Hunt as exhaustion hits you.

Hunt takes you into his tan arms with tenderness, cradling your shaking form against his chest. His own breathing is heavy, but he focuses on you, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.

Bryce moves to your side, her touch gentle and comforting. “You’re alright, darling,” she whispers softly. “We’ve got you.”

You continue to cry from pleasure in Hunt's arms, resulting in Bryce starting to leave kisses across your back.

Her ruby lips trail slowly down your spine, leaving a path of kisses that linger and soothe.

Hunt holds you tightly, his arms encircling you protectively. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, whispering words of reassurance. “You did so well for us, sweetheart.”

“So well,” Bryce echoes, her hand continuing to run soft circles over your skin.

They both take a moment to let you recover, their touches gentle and unhurried now. They want to give you time to come down from the intense experience, and they remain content to hold you close, their arms surrounding you like a safe and secure blanket.

“As you try to remove yourself from Hunt, both sets of your mates hands stop you.

“We’re not nearly done with you yet, sweetheart,” Hunt murmurs softly, his hand stroking your hair. “You’ll get a little rest, but we’re not through with you just yet.”

Hunt fills you so many times throughout the night. Meanwhile, Bryce tends to you throughout that you are sure it’s morning by the time you all let sleep take over.

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Early afternoon….

You wake up snuggled between the two of them, their bodies warm and comforting as they hold you close. For a moment, you don't move, relishing the feeling of being surrounded by their love and warmth.

As you slowly stir, your movement causes them to stir as well, their eyes opening slowly to see you awake.

Hunt is the first to speak, his voice rough from sleep. “Morning, sweetheart.”

Bryce, on the other hand, presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, her arms tightening around you. “Good morning, darling.”

You smile. “It’s afternoon actually.”

The two of them smirk at one another. “We did have a busy night.”

The three of you exchange kisses and caresses with one another before eventually getting up to make lunch.

Who knows what else will be in store for the three of you in the future.

Unbeknownst to you, your mates were thinking about inviting you to move in with them.

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