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Hi! i’d like to request a Zuko x Reader oneshot please and it takes place a few years after he’s crowned as the Fire Lord: Zuko is entering suitable age for marriage and yet he has no one that he likes enough to take as his queen, what if Uncle Iroh hired the reader whom is a famous matchmaker that usually arranges the courting & marriage between nobles, but instead of all these ladies that she threw at him he ended up falling for her instead but he’s just so awkward and inexperienced Thank u

INAMORATA | ZUKO X READER

SUMMARY: after a few years of being Fire Lord, Zuko still hasn’t found a companion. so naturally, when Iroh comes upon a matchmaker, he does what he does best and helps Zuko out by hiring her to help him find someone. and inadvertently... iroh ends up playing matchmaker himself.

WORD COUNT: 12.6k

WARNINGS: mentions of death, death threats, kissing, pining, very mild innuendos, blood, injuries, crying

A/N: this is literally art omg i feel kinda honored to be seeing this ngl and i ended up researching matchmaking and they’re basically therapists that help you find love?? kinda. the profile thing is something that some matchmakers do and idk i have fun analyzing zuko so

in·am·o·ra·ta/iˌnaməˈrädə/

noun

a woman with whom one is in love or has intimate relations.

ATTEMPT ZERO

After years of being the Fire Lord, Zuko had come to realize the job was pretty basic if you thought about it long enough. There were just a few major things to deal with. First, there’s the internal relations, like the civil wars and uprising he deal with at the start of his reign because people disliked his ways. Then there’s the external relations, Zuko worked alongside Aang to repair those, helping the Southern Water Tribe rebuild itself from the ground up, and hosting meetings between the nations, friendly and work related. Those are the more diplomatic aspects of the job, and sadly, even as a ruler who sought to end a war, there was still violence in the world.

When Aang and the rest of Team Avatar ended the One Hundred Year War, that only exposed a variety of other problems within the world, problems that the team seeked to end. There were people out there who disliked this line of thinking, and similarly wanted it to end, but ending the lives of Team Avatar.

Zuko was used to the death threats, and the assassination attempts. He’d had a security detail in place to ensure he lived to rule his nation, this was especially necessary since he lacked an heir and the only other people eligible for the throne were an old man who ran a tea shop and a psychopathic teenage girl in a mental institution. This is where the social aspect of the job came in, the part that Zuko had never been good at. The Galas and the girls who threw themselves at him, the nobility of all nations that approached him offering their children’s hand in marriage. Zuko was an enigma, a young and powerful bachelor, and now all the nobles with children were lining up for a minute alone with him to try and sell their own kids.

It disgusted him. The way they treated their children like cattle reminded Zuko of his own father, how willing he was to get rid of Zuko since he had a replacement on standby. Though, Zuko sincerely doubted he ever would’ve gotten the throne if Ozai had a choice, even if he hadn’t been banished.

Alas, even Zuko could recognize the urgency of it, the death threats weren’t letting up, and the assassination attempts were only getting more and more elaborate, leaving Zuko wondering when they’d no longer be attempts. He needed and heir, or at least a wife who could rule alongside him and take over entirely in the event of his death.

The problem was, he didn’t want this.

He was in a unique position, where the person he married would have an immense effect on society, on politics. If it was an Earth Kingdom girl, then maybe the years of violence against their people could be mended sooner, and they could begin working together to combat a variety of issues. If he ends up with a Fire Nation girl, it could be viewed as strengthening the traditional ideals of Fire Nation independence and sovereignty because the Fire Nation is “supreme.”

Dating was political now and he hated it. It wasn’t like Zuko wanted to be alone, it’s just that now everything mattered far more than it used to. Of course, even as a prince it had been the same, but now that he was the Fire Lord, things seemed to be ten times worse. Perhaps it was excessive but Zuko couldn’t help but feel paranoid whenever a new person entered his life, he couldn’t help but assume that they were just using him for some other agenda.

Of course, his friends had tried to assure him this wasn’t always the case, and they’d even made attempts to set him up with girls. All of which had failed. Zuko knew he wasn’t an easy person, much less an easy person to date. As Fire Lord, a lot of his time was taken up by meetings, and diplomatic missions, and not-so-diplomatic missions alongside Team Avatar. That and he was rather awkward when it came down to most social interactions, though he’d improved over time, especially as the ruler of a nation, his speeches were elegant and so was the way he negotiated with other kingdoms.

And yet he struggled to talk to strangers.

Iroh seemed to be tired of this as well, he’d sent Zuko several letters in regards to his lack of romance, insisting that he was a “handsome young man” that had “lots of potential” and he was “wasting” his prime with so much work. Zuko didn’t consider managing a country as a waste, though he understood where Iroh was coming from, Zuko probably should’ve been spending time with friends, going to clubs. Not saving the world.

Regardless, there wasn’t much he could do about, he didn’t have time for dating, and Zuko wasn’t willing to compromise his morals and beliefs just for an heir in the event that he got brutally murdered. He refused to raise a child just for that purpose. He learnt the hard way that you should only have kids if you intend to cherish them. And the idea of marrying someone just to strengthen his nation felt wrong, though he could see the benefits.

God, he hated being Fire Lord sometimes.

On the other hand, Y/N L/N liked her job. Amongst the nobility of the Earth Kingdom, she was a rather famous woman, Y/N had brought together some of the most powerful couples in the country. A lot of people owed her favors, and the money that came with the job was more than satisfactory. If Y/N had to guess, she was one of the richest people in the kingdom, considering how much people were willing to pay to fine “the one.” Her business had been rather successful since she’d gotten renowned in the inner ring of the city, and now, Y/N was considering expansion, to the Fire Nation. The borders had long since reopened, when the new Fire Lord came into power.

A whole new set of nobles for her to profit from.

She’d decided to head to a high end tea shop in celebration of her choice to expand her business. Y/N had heard it was only for the best, since the tea shop served the best. One of her clients had insisted that someone of her esteem try the tea there, given that she was the best in her own profession.

So, here she was. It was a nice place, she wouldn’t deny, and Y/N had heard of the shop before. The Jasmine Dragon, run by some old guy who’d appeared in Ba Sing Se just before the war ended with some major talent when it came to brewing tea. The interior was fancy, but not excessive, several people were already seated within. Y/N even recognized one of the couples there, who waved at her enthusiastically, “hello! Lady L/N, how lovely to see you!” One of them called out.

Y/N smiled at them, “how are you two?”

The other beamed at her as she responded, “oh we’re just lovely! Preparing our wedding invitations and one of them has your name on it.” This wasn’t abnormal, most of the couples she’d brought together attributed their love to her. In actuality, Y/N found that if you found two people with compatible personalities, then they’d work things out on their own. All she did was introduce them.

“I’m excited!” Y/N assured, moving past their table, “now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to try this famous tea. But, I’m looking forward to the invite.”

The pair nodded, before returning their attention the friends seated across from them, and Y/N made her way to the front of the shop, bag of coins in hand. An older man stood behind the counter, a smile on his face as he brought his attention to her, “what can I get you today Miss...”

“Y/N. Y/N L/N.” She replied, small smile on her face as she looked at the menu, “what’s your name?” Y/N asked, meeting his eyes to see the flicker of recognition within them before returning her gaze to the menu.

He nods slowly, “I’m Iroh, and you’re a matchmaker, no?” He’d recognized the name, her business had begun gaining traction amongst the nobility of the Earth Kingdom shortly after the war, and she was one of the most sought after matchmakers in the nation. Iroh himself had looked into her business, seeing as his nephew was yet to find love in his chaotic lifetstyle.

Y/N smiled at him as she nodded, “indeed.” She placed the menu down, “any suggestions?”

“Perhaps, Jasmine tea?” He suggested.

Y/N nodded, “sounds good.” She places extends a hand with coins, dropping them into his palm, “so are you looking for love?” Though she was certainly famous for her skills, Y/N tended to work behind the scenes, and she was surprised to find this man recognized her.

A small laughed escaped him at her words as he shook his head, “no. I believe it is a little too late for that.” He was working on her tea beyond the counter, and Y/N began to wonder how he was steaming the tea pot when she noticed there was no stove beside him.

“Don’t say that! You seem like a fine man that anyone woman would want.” Y/N assured, though she now wondered why exactly this man knew who she was in the first place. It was rare for those outside of nobility to know who she was.

Turning around, his hand pressed to the pot that Y/N was positive had to have been burning his hand in some way, “oh, you’re too kind.” He replies, a small smile on his face as he poured a bit into a cup, “I was looking to help my nephew find love actually.”

“Really, now?” Firebending, that was the only explanation for the way this man was handling the tea. “I was looking to expand my business to the Fire Nation, perhaps I could help him out.” He didn’t hold himself the way most Earth Kingdom citizens did, and coupled with the possible Firebending, he was likely from the Fire Nation.

Iroh raises a brow at this, “what gave me away?” He stirs the tea a few times, before placing it on the counter for her to take.

Y/N shrugs, “it’s my job to know people well enough that I can find them a match.” Taking a sip of her tea, she smiles, “so this nephew of yours. He wouldn’t happen to nobility, would he?”

He laughs at this, pouring himself a cup of tea as well as he sighs, “actually, he is nobility. In a way.”

Now Y/N did not expect the nobility Iroh spoke of the be the nobility. As in the Fire Lord, the actual ruler of the entire nation, though this would certainly be great for business. Once the world hears of how Y/N found the Fire Lord, someone who had been notably difficult to woo apparently, a match, her business will be set.

“Isn’t this exciting, guys?” Y/N exclaimed, looking to her assistants, they were both on the younger side, Marcella and Evelyn. She’d brought them along since this would definitely be a valuable learning experience, and Y/N figured she’d need a lot of help if the Fire Lord was as difficult as they made him out to be. That and Y/N didn’t want to leave them alone in the Earth Kingdom, both of them had been orphaned at a young age. Y/N couldn’t help but relate to them, so when she’d come upon her newfound wealth, brought about by her job as a matchmaker, she’d taken the pair under her wing.

With a bag thrown over her shoulder, Evelyn simply nodded while Marcella exclaimed, “yes! I’ve always wanted to see the Fire Nation. Do you think we could find a client in one of the Water Tribes next?”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the young girl’s excitement, “if this goes well? We’ll be able to find clients anywhere.” She wasn’t wrong, Y/N had never had the opportunity to work with the actual Earth King, the true ruler of the nation. Now she was working with the ruler of a nation she’d never stepped foot in, entirely new customs and traditions to research, a new social structure, new everything.

What a fun challenge.

With a smile on her face, Y/N followed closely behind Iroh, the palace was stunning, she couldn’t deny it. And compared to the crumbling infrastructure of the lower rings of cities like Ba Sing Se, Fire Nation cities were prospering Fire Lord Zuko’s rule. From what she’d heard, things weren’t always this way.

“Y/N and I are going to wait here,” he gestured to the open space before them, dozens of paintings within it, “these two will take you to your rooms.” He explained to the pair of young girls, nodding to the servants beside them, who began to guide the young girls away.

Y/N’s eyes found their way to the paintings, the newest one being of the current Fire Lord, Zuko himself. She wondered how accurate the painting was, and seeing as she would be meeting him soon, Y/N figured she’d find out as she sighed, turning to Iroh, “so how does the original heir to the throne become the owner of an infamous tea shop?”

Iroh smiles to himself at her words, “age brings wisdom. And tea is a nice substitute for alcohol.” He jokes, though Y/N can see the pain in his eyes, along with admiration as he stares at Zuko’s portrait alongside her.

“Uncle!” A voice exclaimed, joy clear in his voice as he called out. Y/N watched as Iroh spun around, a broad smile on his face as he moved forwards to embrace the person.

He looked better in person, Y/N quickly decided, though the portrait did its job just as well. She wouldn’t deny he was attractive, but she already knew looks weren’t the issue. Iroh had informed her of the situation, Zuko’s constant rejection of any and every single person that approached him, and the stress he experienced because of the politics of it all.

“Nephew, it is good to see you,” Iroh said, releasing him from the hug, “how are you?” Initially he seemed fairly comfortable at the sight of just his Uncle, but as the Fire Lord’s body seemed to stiffen, Y/N realized she’d been spotted.

So, he wasn’t comfortable with strangers, “I’m alright Uncle... who is this?” He asked. There was an edge to his voice as he spoke, sizing Y/N up, not in the way you did for someone you were attracted to, but for an enemy.

Uncomfortable with new people, clear trust issues, and his mind was always alert. She’d have to write these things down and take them into consideration prior to finding him a potential partner. Though it was starting to look like he was completely unaware of her purpose there as she extended her hand out to him, “Y/N L/N. Professional matchmaker.” She explained with a bright smile, though, based off his personality, that would likely ward him off more.

He was polite though, shaking her hand despite his clear suspicions of her, “Zuko.” Y/N couldn’t help but raise a brow at this, he hadn’t mentioned his title in his introduction. Zuko turned to his Uncle, brows furrowing as he said, “you hired a professional matchmaker?”

With a shrug Iroh responded, “we met by chance! So, it must be destiny.”

Zuko gives him a tight lipped smile, nodding slowly before returning his attention to Y/N who stood away from the pair, examining the decor of the palace. It was minimalistic, truly basic if she was honest, despite the clear amount of riches they possessed, it lacked evidence of them. Bringing her eyes back to him, he spoke, “you don’t need to be here. You can receive your pay, but I personally see no purpose for a matchmaker.”

Iroh frowned at his words, “Zuko, you need to give it a chance! Unlike all those ladies who keep throwing themselves at you. Besides, she seems rather good at her job.” His gaze was on his nephew as he sighed, giving Y/N an apologetic look that she simply waved off.

“Oh, it’s fine. It just won’t be for long.” Zuko raised a brow at her words, and Y/N watched his feet shifted, “no need to prepare for a fight, your majesty.” She hummed, rolling her neck, in the corner of her eye she could see shock flash in his own. “You see, as a matchmaker I do several things, including developing a little... profile of my clients. Now we just met but I can already tell you a variety of things about you that’s making your love life rather trivial.” Even before she had to develop the profiles professionally, in the lower rings of Ba Sing Se, being capable of reading others was a necessary skill.

Zuko’s eyes narrowed at her, “and what have you determined, in the very short time we’ve known each other.”

A small laugh escaped her as she extended her arms and cracked her knuckles, “well. You have major trust issues, which is why you are desperately trying to keep me at arms length. That’s one reason why you have yet to find someone.” Turning her attention to the decor of the large room, Y/N closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. “Given the lack of interior design, I would say you’re struggling with social aspects of your job, and you need a partner. One that I can help you find.”

“See! I told you she’s good at what she does.” Iroh exclaimed, moving forward to clap a hand onto Y/N’s shoulder, much to Zuko’s dismay.

Y/N gave the older man a small smile before looking back to Zuko, who eyed her wearily, “you keep avoiding the portrait of your father. But you can’t bring yourself to take it down.” She said, and Y/N could practically feel the tension building with each word. ��He’s one of the reasons you’ve yet to find a lover-”

“Because he gave me the scar?”

Y/N paused, brows furrowing at his words, her eyes found his, “I’m sorry, was that a joke?” She asked, and Iroh stared between the two, amused. “You’re actually rather attractive, which is why I know this is a personality thing. Probably tired of the whole fancy court thing they have going on here, which I’m going to need to research...” Y/N pursed her lips, failing to notice the clear shock on Zuko’s face at her comment, and red flushing his cheeks. Waving off her thoughts, she looked back to him, “anyways. My assistants should’ve already cleared out about an hour in your schedule each day for our sessions. I’m going to be asking you some very personal questions. So, be ready!”

And with that, Y/N waved to the two, bowing rather questionably shortly after, before heading off in the direction she’d seen Marcella and Evelyn go in. Effectively leaving behind a baffled Zuko, and a rather satisfied Iroh, who began to laugh at Zuko’s reaction. “I really like her, quite the character she has.”

“Yeah, quite the character.” He brought a hand to his temple, “is this really necessary, Uncle?”

Iroh simply sighed, looking to his nephew, “whether you want to admit it or not, she was right. Ruling a nation is difficult, and ruling it alone is even harder.” A small huff of laughter escaped Iroh, “and she figured that out by your lack of interior design!”

Exhaling deeply, Zuko reminded himself that this was all part of the job, the job that consumed his entire life. The life that this girl had analyzed in a matter of moments.

Yeah, he wasn’t looking forward to their meetings.

Though his morals and his disagreement with practically selling your own child were a major factor in his lack of a love life. There was also the simple fact that there was no love in many of the interactions he had with potential suitors, much less genuine interest. They all wanted the power he could give them should they get married.

There was also the fact that Zuko had very little relationship experience, a fact he was trying to ignore. At the end of the day, he couldn’t bring himself to approach anyone, and if he did, he wouldn’t know what to do. Zuko also doubted that people would act... genuine around him, especially if they knew who he was. And all he really wanted was something real, considering his entire day was surrounded by fake smiles that belonged to both him and others.

It seemed that Y/N wasn’t prepared to ignore this piece of information though, since the following morning she’d seated him down and begun to speak of it, “so. You’ve been in two relationships.”

His brows furrowed, “one actually.” He and Mai had broken up about six months into his work as Fire Lord, “Mai.”

Raising a brow at him, she leaned back in the seat. Zuko couldn’t help but wonder how she managed to decorate the place in such a short period of time, as he could’ve sworn there hadn’t been a desk here the previous day. Then again, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d toured his own palace. “Well, I’ve heard rumors of you and a Southern Water Tribe member, but I’m not sure which one so I just-”

“Okay! That’s enough.” His cheeks were flushed red as he looked away.

Y/N grinned at him, leaning forwards, “then let’s discuss Mai. You two were pretty on and off, right?”

Zuko grimaced at the thought, they were. He wouldn’t deny that he’d gone back to her a few times during his time as Fire Lord, “yeah.”

Y/N began to write into her notebook, “tell me about her.”

“I don’t see why that’s important.” Came his response, looking at her quizzically as he frowned.

Tilting her head at him, Y/N gave Zuko a look, “come on. Let me do my job, I need to know about her to gauge what types of personalities you like while also determining why the two of you broke it off entirely.” She placed the book down, and Zuko could very clearly see the words ‘commitment issues’ underlined. “The goal isn’t just to find you a suitable wife that can help you rule, but someone you can be happy with.”

He’s silent for a moment, eyes on Y/N, her words seem honest. And this was her job, “she was blunt. Honest. Kind of mean at times, but she could be sweet as well. Pretty stoic, expressing her emotions was always... difficult for her.”

Y/N nodded slowly, scribbling a few more things down, “okay. And what’s your favorite color?”

“What type of question is that?” Zuko asked, brows furrowing in confusion.

Crossing her arms, Y/N shrugged, “well. Favorite colors can tell you a lot about a person.” Came her response, “mine is green. Maybe that’s because I associate green with the Earth Kingdom, where I lived. Or maybe it’s because I happen to like nature quite a bit.” Looking around, Zuko could see that she’d already gotten a variety of plants native to the Fire Nation, most were succulents due to the almost year round heat.

At the mention of colors, his mind immediately went back to his first experience with the dragons, when their fire encircled him and Aang. “I.. don’t know how to describe the color- colors?” Zuko’s brows drew together in thought, and Y/N looked at him.

“How would I not understand a color?” The confusion is clear in her voice as she looks at him. Y/N can practically see the nostalgia in his eyes as he looks to the balcony.

Sighing, Zuko shifted in his seat, “these dragons I met ended up making a circle of fire around me and there were just... so many colors. But together it was just,” he paused, searching for the right word, “beautiful.”

Y/N’s mouth gaped open for a moment, “you met dragons?” She exclaimed, nearly throwing her notebook aside. Y/N had never seen such creatures, in fact, the general consensus was that they were still extinct

Zuko seemed to forget about this fact as he straightened himself, eyes meeting hers, “you can’t tell anyone about them!” He exclaimed, “they were hunted to extinction, though I intend to outlaw such things it’s just...”

She nodded in understanding, “people break laws.” Y/N leaned back into her seat once more, “you owe me a dragon story.” She said, before crossing her legs in her seat and continuing, “favorite food?”

“Well, Aang took me to Avatar Day, and they had these weird Avatar shaped dough things.” He explained, recalling the time he’d gone with Aang and the others. Apparently they used to burn his statue, but now they worship him for some reason.

Y/N brought a hand under her chin, “I have no idea what that is.” She began to scribble something down on her notepad, “but okay.”

“What about you?”

Y/N hummed in response, “what do you mean?”

Zuko felt his cheeks warm, “this just feels like an interview.”

“Probably because it is an interview.” Y/N said, gesturing for him to elaborate.

Looking away, Zuko frowned, “it’s weird.” Sighing, he spoke once more, “so, what’s your favorite food?”

Y/N was silent for a moment, staring at Zuko, who was trying his hardest to avoid her gaze. This was a rare occurrence, seeing as most nobles were rather self-centered and liked talking about themselves. She’d never had a client who felt uncomfortable with this portion because it was basically a one-sided conversation. “Jennamite is a good rock candy.”

Zuko turns back to her, a small laugh escaping him, “my friends were nearly killed in Jennamite by the King of Omashu once.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

ATTEMPT ONE

Y/N wouldn’t deny how odd it was, to be sharing as much information as she was learning about Zuko. She’d never really considered just how personal some of the questions were until she found herself answering them. But, after about a month, she had assembled a pretty good array of potential suitors for Zuko. Along with a few of her own clients, Y/N had found some girls that from the Fire Nation that seemed pretty acceptable.

That’s what she had thought at least.

“What do you mean, you already rejected her?”

Turns out, Zuko had met half the women, and rejected them. The other half were either from the Earth Kingdom, or yet to attend one of few Galas that Zuko hosted. Seeing as he handed off most of that work to his advisors, it was rare for him to remain at Galas for an extended period of time.

He grimaced at Y/N’s words nonetheless, his Uncle had informed her of his situation, but clearly not the extent of it. “She was more interested in her guard than me. It was a power grab her parents likely forced her into.” He remembered the girl, she’d been kind to him, but she clearly didn’t want him as much as her parents did.

His words brought about a new level of understanding for Y/N, who nodded slowly, of course it was the parents that Zuko had a problem with. It wasn’t uncommon for nobles to practically throw their children at potential suitors as though they’re a bag of coins. It was something that disgusted her as well, her job found people companions that they liked while these people simply wished for an addition to their power.

Zuko was the ultimate power grab. Y/N could only imagine how many times this had happened to him, random people he’d never met approaching him, offering their child’s hand in marriage.

Bringing a hand to her temple, Y/N sighed, “but the rest are fine?”

He nodded slowly, flipping through the pages he had yet to remove, Zuko skimmed what Y/N had written. Taking note of her handwriting, he wondered if she’d written his profile like this. “Yeah...” Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, and Zuko sighed, removing a few more pages from the binder she’d presented him with.

Exhaling deeply, Y/N brought a hand to Zuko’s shoulder, “be honest with me. I’m not gonna yell at you for removing them Zuko, this is for you.”

Sometimes he forgot it was her job to be nice to him.

“Right.” He mumbled, trying to shake off the feeling he got as she removed her hand. “That’s still... a lot of people. Some of which aren’t even in this nation.” Zuko pointed out, a queasy feeling within him as he looked at her.

Y/N plopped down onto the couch in the common room they’d met in, sprawling her body across it, “you’re right, there is a lot. But,” She twisted her body so that she could see him, wiggling her brows suggestively, “it’s been a while since you hosted a Gala.”

Zuko’s face dropped at her words, in his years of being Fire Lord, he’d had about three total, and hated every single one. But given how rare the Galas were, people got pretty excited when he threw them. “I hate planning those, it’s a waste of time and-”

A small smile was on her face as she interrupted him, “and you suck at planning them? I can tell by the decor of your palace.” Glaring at her, Zuko watched as she shifted so that her head hung off the couch upside down, “well. This will be the best Gala yet, you’ll impress all the ladies that you can’t meet in the immediate future in about...” Y/N looked to the watch on her wrist, brows furrowing, “eight months. And I’ll help you plan it, since you desperately need help-”

“Alright, I get it, I’m horrible.” He grumbled, crossing his arms as he leaned back against his seat across from her after placing the binder on the coffee table between them. “Eight months isn’t a lot of time,” traditionally, Gala’s took at least a year’s worth of planning and preparation, especially since Zuko was so busy he barely had the time to assist in the process. Eight months was no where near enough.

Y/N was still frowning at his words, “no self-deprecation.” She ordered, taking Zuko by surprise, before continuing, “regardless. I’ve planned Gala in less time with less resources. It’ll be fine.” Pursing her lips Y/N sighed, “now we need to discuss your inability to talk to people in general due to your immense trust issues and constant battle field mentality.”

Zuko’s mouth gaped open at her words, “excuse me?”

Bringing her hands to rest on her stomach as she laid upside down, Y/N spoke, “when we first met you looked like you contemplated attacking me. And when you met Marcella and Evelyn, I’ve never seen someone so awkward.” Zuko is silent and looks away, only proving her point as Y/N continued, “so we need to practice your people skills, and flirting for future reference, seeing as your first date is in about a week-”

Almost immediately, Zuko straightened his posture, sitting up and looking to her as though she’d thrown a bucket of ice cold water onto him. “A week?” He winced at the way his voice cracked.

“Yeah, I spoke with one of the girls, not her parents, and asked her to meet with you later in the week.” Y/N explained, “her name is Elara, she’s in there.”

Frowning, Zuko reached for the binder and began to flip through the pages, “how’d you know I wasn’t going to get rid of her page?” Only to find the girl’s page, details on her personality, skills, hobbies and more on them.

A smirk spread across Y/N’s face, “she was one of few I was sure you’d keep.” With a sigh, Zuko looked back to Y/N, who still sat upside down, “now. You need to practice your romance skills, so come on.” She twisted her body, her legs falling to the side of the couch, and then moving onto the floor, Y/N stood. As the blood rushed to her head, a wave of dizziness came over her, and Y/N found herself stumbling slightly.

A hand came to her back and forearm, steadying her, “you need to practice walking.” Zuko laughed slightly, a nervous edge in his voice as he eyed her.

Y/N brought a hand to her head as she laughed as well, “oh my...” Y/N blinked several times as the wave of dizziness passed, her hand gripping Zuko’s arm as she grounded herself. Looking up to him, she quickly realized how close they were and cleared her throat, releasing his arm.

He followed suit, removing his hands from her, “sorry-”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Zuko.”

The look her gives her almost hurts. Because Y/N can see the shock within his eyes as he nods slowly in response. She wonders what he’s thinking of as he she gives him a tight lipped smile, clapping her hands together as she turns back to him, “practice.” She repeated, mostly for herself.

And maybe offering to be the person he practiced on was her first mistake.

ATTEMPT FIVE

Y/N had learnt a lot about Zuko in the past four dates he’d been on. One of these things being the fact that Zuko was a wild card when it came to dates, and they seemed to either go very well with the girls contacting Y/N to let her know they wished for a second date, only for Zuko to reject the possibility. Or, they went very bad. And Zuko returned with some sort of drink splattered onto his clothing.

So, Y/N decided that the best course of action was to discover what exactly Zuko wasn’t mentioning, and to follow him with a disguise. Evelyn had suggested it, Iroh supported the idea full-heartedly, though Marcella had believed it would be a huge invasion of privacy, Y/N didn’t really care, seeing as it was her job to be involved in Zuko’s love life. She was getting paid to ensure he found love.

And she was curious.

That’s how Y/N ended up dressed in some very suspicious Fire Nation clothing alongside her assistants and the apparent Dragon of the West, famous tea shop owner, and member of the royal family.

What a wonderful assortment of people.

Marcella and Evelyn had separated from Iroh and Y/N, sitting in another booth across from them, it was a feeble attempt to keep them from sticking out. The girl had chosen a rather upscale restaurant, so dressing appropriately while also maintaining a look that prevented Zuko from recognizing them.

Y/N pulled her hat further down on her face as she looked to Iroh, who was browsing the menu. She wouldn’t be shocked if he entered the kitchen just to make himself a ‘decent’ cup of tea. He’d been rather helpful during the whole process, anything she didn’t find out from Zuko, Y/N had learnt from Iroh. “See anything you like, Iroh?”

He smiled at her, nodding slowly, “I think I’ll just take some tea.”

Looking to Marcella and Evelyn, Y/N smiles, the two are speaking with one another like they aren’t supposed to be spying on the Fire Lord. But Y/N doesn’t mind, this was more of a recreational activity anyways, and she was glad they were having fun. Since they’d gotten to the Fire Nation two months ago there had been an... adjustment period to put it simply.

Y/N nodded at Iroh’s statement, and her eyes fell back onto Zuko and his newest date, Amaya, she was a simple girl. She’d possessed organizational skills that Zuko lacked, planned dozens of events, had the expressive qualities that Zuko yearned for in a partner. Amaya was one of few that Y/N was sure Zuko would take a liking to. Especially since she also had training in a variety of fighting styles, and was quite the Firebender. She’d been a little skeptical when she first contacted Amaya, the girl seemed hesitant, but she agreed.

And from the looks of it, he had. The pair was laughing along with each other, but Y/N could see the way Zuko stiffened at any physical contact, in general he’d yet to relax. If Y/N was honest, it was basically like any first date, awkward.

Zuko didn’t really know how to feel about Amaya, she was what he should be looking for in a girl, everything he needed if he was honest. She had an interest in the art, something Zuko had never taken to and the main reason his palace looked, ‘dull’ as Y/N had put it. And she was expressive, the main issue he’d had with Mai was her lack of expression. But, for some reason, Zuko just couldn’t see her as anything more than a good friend. There was something... off about her.

“When that Earth Kingdom girl approached me, I was skeptical.” Amaya explained, taking a sip from her glass, “you know how most Earth Kingdom folk are...” She gave him a look as Zuko listened in confusion. “The Fire Nation citizens simply have more class.” Amaya settled for with a shrug.

Oh.

Zuko laughed nervously, “I’m not sure I understand. I find Earth Kingdom citizens pretty pleasant actually, and Y/N, the one you met, she’s actually very resourceful and kind.” His mind went to Toph as well, who had invented an entirely new type of bending. She was an impressive young woman from the Earth Kingdom, and Y/N was as well, she’d started her own business at a young age and turned it into something incredible.

“Really? She didn’t seem too smart when I met her, but who can say no to a meeting with the Fire Lord?”

Zuko was pretty sure her words were meant to be taken as a joke. But Amaya wasn’t the first person Zuko had encountered with this mindset, she was just more subtle about it. The supremacy of the Fire Nation was still an idea that ran rampant in some people’s minds, though Zuko had dealt with most disputes regarding his peaceful relations with other nations. Many still missed the time when the Fire Nation practically owned the world, where Fire Nation citizens could treat the people who had their homes taken from them however they pleased.

It was a dark time in his nation’s history, nonetheless, several people missed it. This was something rather prevalent amongst Nobles though, they were the ones who lost an immense amount of land when the war had ended. Many of them were bitter about what had happened.

If Zuko was honest, she’d probably had these ideas drilled into her since birth, and simply hadn’t grown out of them, which was a shame. But as the ruler of a nation, he couldn’t rule beside someone who looked down on others simply because they weren’t from the Fire Nation.

Zuko shook his head, “Y/N built her business from the ground up. And now she’s helping the Fire Lord get dates.” He knows he sounds defensive, as though he’s prepared to fight her, something his Uncle would likely scold him for, but he doesn’t care at the moment.

“All she does is set you up with people.”

Zuko’s brows furrowed at this comment, and he raised a hand to get the attention of the waiter, “excuse me, could I get the check please?” The young man nodded, heading off to get the check, and Amaya looked at him incredulously.

Y/N had done far more than set him up with people, she’d helped him begin planning a Gala, she’d tried her best to find a good assortment of people that would fit both Zuko’s needs and the Fire Nation’s, and that list was probably very difficult to narrow down. Zuko had seen the work she put in for formulating profiles of the potential suitors, and throughout all of it she had done nothing but support him.

“What are you doing?” Amaya asked, shifting in her seat as she stared at Zuko quizzically.

The waiter came over and handed Zuko the check, and Zuko placed a pouch of money on the table, “thanks. Keep the change.” He explained, nodding to the boy, who’s mouth gaped open in surprise as he took the pouch of money, bowing to Zuko repetitively, though Zuko wasn’t paying much attention to him as he spoke to Amaya. “I don’t think this is going to work out, I’m sorry.”

Amaya is still seated in shock as Zuko rises from his table, and Y/N can’t help it when her mouth gapes open at the sight of him simply abandoning his date. She makes eye contact with Iroh, who raises a brow, and they both sit up. She moves to follow Zuko, only to bump into someone.

“I’m so sorry!” Y/N exclaims, moving down to help them pick up their hat, that had fallen when they collided.

“No, that was my fault entirely!” He responds, shaking his head as they both leaned town to pick it up.

“Aang, come on! He’s leaving.” The woman behind him exclaims.

Y/N’s brows furrow in recognition as she looks up to see a blue arrow tattooed on the man’s head, and her eyes widen in realization. Zuko had described Aang several times during their conversations, he and the rest of his friends came up often. But Y/N did not expect the first time she met the Avatar and his friends to be when they were both following Zuko on his date.

ATTEMPT FOURTEEN

Y/N simply sighs as she opens her door to see Zuko, in the outfit she’d helped him pick out. “What was it this time?” He’d been on thirteen dates thus far, and Y/N was slowly realizing that Zuko was likely one of her most difficult clients. This was purely because he’d yet to get a second date, though there had been offers, Zuko had declined all of them.

“She was just-” His hands gestured rather broadly, he was practically throwing them into the air, “she was so rude to the waiter.” This had always been a dealbreaker for him, since he’d worked as a waiter in two different tea shops, Zuko had come to understand the importance of treating a waiter with kindness and how difficult the work could be.

His eyes dart between Y/N and her door, she’s rubbing her eyes due to the exhaustion and Zuko can’t help the guilt that floods him. Nonetheless, she opens the door wider, heading inside her room and signaling for him to close it as she falls back onto her bed. “You were a waiter once, yeah?” He’d told her a fair share about his life in the Earth Kingdom, she’d inquired quite a bit about that part of his life.

He asked about her life in the Earth Kingdom too, and she’d told him how poor life could be the in the outer rings, something he’d experienced for himself. Zuko listened as she describe living after her parents had died, working for a matchmaker only to discover she was actually good at the job, making a name for herself in the outer rings and then making her way inwards until she was one of the most sought after matchmakers in the kingdom. Y/N spoke of how she’d met Marcella and Evelyn, and how she’d taken them in when she’d discovered they were both orphans, living on the streets as pickpockets.

Zuko wouldn’t help but laugh at this, he could imagine Evelyn as a pickpocket, but Marcella? She was a sweet girl, he couldn’t imagine her in a life of crime. Of course, desperation made people do questionable things. Zuko knew that much from experience.

“Yeah, I was.” Came his response, taking a seat in the chair by her desk.

Y/N sat up in her bed, bracing herself with her elbows as she raised a brow at him, “what are you doing?”

Zuko frowned, shifting in the chair, “sitting...?” He moved to get up but Y/N waved him off.

“Just lay with me, idiot.” She allowed her head to fall back onto the bed, patting the spot beside her. Clearly, her suggestion wasn’t bothering her, but Zuko felt his face flush at the possibility.

If he’s honest, he’s not even trying anymore when it comes to dates and women and love. There were three reasons for this, one of which was the fact that he simply wasn’t connecting with any of the women he had met thus far. Sure they were nice, and they probably would be his type has it not been for reason two. The fact that Zuko had realized he had feelings for Y/N, what feelings? He wasn’t sure, but they sure as hell weren’t platonic, if they were he would not be blushing this much. He wouldn’t get that weird feeling in his stomach whenever he spoke to her.

Then there was was reason three, if Zuko succeeded in finding love, then Y/N would leave. It was selfish, but he already knew he wouldn’t find anyone considering he pretty sure he loved someone else already. So now, Zuko was basically procrastinating letting Y/N know that this just wasn’t going to work out, mostly because he didn’t have a plan.

He was debating just firing her, but that likely wouldn’t go over well, and he wanted to see her business succeed. If you get fired by the Fire Lord, that just looks bad. Now Zuko wondered what the best way to go about this was, since there was no point in working for him, even if she was getting paid. He was a waste of time.

He couldn’t help the smile graced his lips as his own thoughts reminded him of the time she’d scolded him, telling him to quit being self-deprecating.

Zuko sat up from the chair, making his way over to her bed, Zuko found himself simply plopping down onto it face first, earning a laugh from Y/N.

He rolled over onto his back, turning to look at Y/N, only to find her eyes were already on him, bringing a blush to his cheeks as he mumbled, “what?”

“I’m just trying to figure out why you haven’t gotten a second date yet.” Came her response, propping herself up on her forearm. “You have a nice personality, you’re attractive, I’m sure at least one of the girls caught your eye.” Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair as she began to wonder if she’d incidentally allowed her own feelings to get in the way of her work. Maybe that’s why this was going so badly.

This was a problem.

Zuko simply shook his head, his face on fire as he listened to her words, though he couldn’t help the hand he brought to the scar on his face. Y/N had pointed out before that he was allowing his Father to control his actions even now that he was imprisoned, and Zuko was beginning to see what she meant.

Removing his hand from his face, Zuko sighed. Though he didn’t have much time to dwell on his thoughts as her hand hesitantly came to his face, placing a hand on his cheek and allowing her thumb to brush against the scar. Zuko jumped at the sudden contact, and Y/N moved to withdraw her hand almost instantly, but Zuko’s hand came to hers and held it there. Looking to her, he couldn’t read the look in her eyes as she gazed at him, and suddenly he wished he was as good at reading people as she was.

“No self-deprecating thoughts.” Y/N mumbled, “bad Zuko.” She removed her hand from his to flick his head, causing his brows to furrow.

He pouted, and Y/N let out a laugh as he spoke, “how come you haven’t found someone?” Zuko looked to her, “you’re beautiful, and smart, and just... perfect.” He didn’t notice when her cheeks warmed, “you’re a literal matchmaker, surely you’ve considered who your perfect person is.”

Y/N fell onto her back, running her hands over her face as she shook her head, “how have you not gotten a second date?” A sigh escaped her, “I haven’t had time for love before, and I just haven’t found that,” looking to him, she pursed her lips, “perfect person.” Growing up in the lower rings, she didn’t have time for an actual relationship, and her business as a matchmaker grew incredibly quickly. At the end of the day, long term just didn’t work out, Y/N barely had for herself, much less another person.

“I guess we both suck at love.” Zuko said, his tone was serious and Y/N couldn’t help but burst out into laughter as she swatted at his chest.

Too bad they couldn’t suck at love together.

ATTEMPT SEVENTEEN THROUGH TWENTY EIGHT

Smoothing over her green dress, a sign of her citizenship in the Earth Kingdom, Y/N moved to answer the knock on her bedroom door. Given how long she’d been in the Fire Nation, Y/N wondered if the Earth Kingdom would still feel like home when she returned. The idea of going back felt odd, and though that time likely wasn’t soon unless Zuko met the love of his life tonight, it was inevitable.

And it horrified her.

Holding the edge of the dress slightly to make it easier to walk, Y/N sighed and opened the door, seeing Zuko. A small smile on her face as she eyed his Fire Nation robes, “you look nice.” She complimented, tilting her head at him as she allowed her eyes to travel over his figure.

Zuko nodded, a blush coming over her cheeks, his mouth gaping open as he looked at Y/N. “You look beautiful.” She did, the dress looked amazing on her, her hair styled just right, and bracelets adorning her wrists.

“Thank you, Fire Lord Zuko.” His nose crinkled at the use of his title, coming from her it felt even weirder, wrong almost. But she continued, “mind helping me out?” She asked, moving back to her desk and taking a necklace in hand. Y/N had been struggling to put it on for the past few minutes, and now she had someone to do it for her.

He nodded, closing the door behind him, he took the necklace from her hand, and when Y/N ensured her hair was out of his way, Zuko brought the necklace around her neck. He secured the clasp, hands lingering as he adjusted it to the center of her neck. Zuko couldn’t help but notice a small scar on her shoulder, hand brushing over it.

Y/N looked over her shoulder and to him, brow raised, “how’d you get this?” He asked, brows drawn together. His hand traced the raised skin gently, Y/n could feel her cheeks warming at his touch, inhaling deeply.

She grimaced, “a knife fight I almost lost my life to.” Was her explanation. Y/N didn’t like to think back to the days when she’d resorted to several... questionable actions to stay alive. But she pushed those thoughts away as she turned to face him. “You ready?” Y/N asked, they had to get to the Gala soon, considering the fact that Zuko was the host, Y/N was shocked he’d even stopped by her room in the first place.

Zuko was silent, simply nodding as he extended his arm for her to take. And Y/N did, looping her arm around his as she smiled, “you are gonna woo so many Earth Kingdom women tonight!” Y/N exclaimed, more confidence in her voice than Zuko had.

Shame the only Earth Kingdom girl he wanted to ‘woo’ was her.

When they’d arrived at the Gala, descending the stairs together, they were greeted with the claps of the other guests. Zuko would feel the anxiety flood him, but he paid it no mind. Though Y/N could feel the way he stiffened as he ended his speech to the diplomats of all nations, “let this be a peaceful, and joyous night!”

They all burst out into cheers before the party continued, the music starting once more, and everyone returning to feasting upon the buffet, dancing along the ballroom floor or speaking with one another. All while Y/N led Zuko down the stairs, dragging him by the hand, “come on. Enjoy your own party, meet some girls.” She winked, and Zuko swore his face heated up even more than it already had.

Y/N wasn’t a fool, she knew that if she’d stuck by his side the entire night, she would serve as a repellant of any potential suitors. So naturally, much to Zuko and Y/N’s dismay, she removed herself from him, playfully shoving him towards a group of Earth Kingdom girls she’d mentioned earlier. Though there were several other clusters in the ballroom.

Zuko simply sighed, giving Y/N a small smile before making his way to the group of girls. If he was honest, he would rather be spending the Gala by her side, but he had to put in some effort. He owed Y/N that much. Besides, this was an entirely new group of girls, maybe he would find someone tonight.

“Hi there.” Zuko greeted, waving awkwardly at the girls.

This action earned him a few laughs, and he was unsure if they actually found it funny or felt the need to laugh since he was the Fire Lord. Shortly after they began introducing themselves, speaking like there was no tomorrow.

If Zuko was honest, the number of women here was overwhelming. So, as he excused himself from the conversation, much to their chagrin, he placed his cup down on the platter of one of many waiters. Making his way outside, Zuko couldn’t help but feel relieved at the fresh air that hit him on the balcony. Though he contemplated heading back inside when he noticed another girl was already there, eyes shut as she faced the sky, she turned to see him, eyes widening a fraction. “I’m sorry, I can go-”

“No!” She exclaimed, cheeks flushing in embarrassment due to her outburst, “no... it’s fine.” She turned back to look at the sky, hand clasped together, fidgeting.

Zuko stepped forward, finding himself situated across from her, leaning against the railing, “so why are you out here?”

A small laugh escaped the girl, and she ran a hand through her hair, “it’s rather stress relieving. You have a lovely view in your palace.”

He couldn’t help but feel disappointed when he realized she recognized him, though Zuko nodded along, “what’s your name? If you don’t mind me asking?” It was a stupid question, and Zuko nearly facepalmed as he pursed his lips.

“Aileen.” Came her response, and Zuko realized he recognized her name as well. She was the child of one of the more well known members of Fire Nation nobility, her parents had approached him in the past in hopes of arranging a marriage between the two of them. He had declined almost immediately. And now that Aileen turned to him, he had a feeling he made the right decision, “you’re Zuko, right?”

He exhaled deeply, nodding, “that’s me.” Sometimes, Zuko wondered what his life would’ve been like if he wasn’t Zuko, perhaps things would’ve been simpler. No, things definitely would’ve been simpler. There would be no diplomatic meetings, no wars, no idiots trying to hurt other people, no more assassination attempts, no more fake smiles and no more Galas. Of course, if he wasn’t Zuko, he never would’ve met Y/N.

“I heard you’re looking for a partner in crime.” Aileen prompted, “why aren’t you in there finding that future love of your life?”

Shrugging, Zuko looked up at the sky, “I found her. She just doesn’t want me.”

He can feel Aileen stare at him, she’s silent for a moment, and Zuko wonders what she’s thinking. Though he doesn’t need to wait long to find out as she responds, “I understand.” Aileen focuses her gaze on the glass she’d placed on the thick railing of the balcony, “the person I love probably doesn’t love me back. And even if they did, my parents disapprove.”

“Did you ask?” He felt hypocritical, Zuko himself had never spoken with Y/N in regards to his feelings, and he likely never would, but he wanted to know. “If they love you?”

Aileen laughs slightly, shaking her head, “I couldn’t bring myself to. I’m scared.” She replied, looking back to him curiously, “did you?”

“No.” He responded lamely, tapping his fingers against the railing with a sigh.

Aileen laughed at this, “I guess we are both cowards then.” She pursed her lips, “I didn’t ask because I was scared, why didn’t you?”

And then the words come spilling out, “whoever I end up with will greatly impact the whole world, whether I want to acknowledge it or not. And she doesn’t deserve that burden, nobody does.” He laughs bitterly as he continues, “she’s also the person that was hired to help me find love in the first place.” Zuko pauses, looking away from Aileen, “and I guess I’m scared too.”

“Ironic.” Aileen mumbles, bringing her eyes back to the sky, “let’s make a deal, Your Majesty.”

Zuko cringes at the use of that title, almost asking her to simply refer to him by his name, though he simply responds, “what deal?”

“We both confess. And if it goes horribly wrong, we can get married.”

Y/N can’t see the shock on Zuko’s face, but she can see how comfortable he feels with this girl, Y/N hadn’t seen her before, but she was just happy Zuko was connecting with someone. Except she also wasn’t, a bitter feeling enveloping her as she turned away, looking for something else to focus her attention on, something that didn’t hurt.

She turned to see Marcella and Evelyn in the distance, speaking with each other. Y/N supposed if she wouldn’t be finding love tonight, then at least they would. She was no fool, she saw the way they looked at each other, the glances when the other wasn’t looking. Maybe it was dumb, but Y/N found herself feeling jealous as she moved over to the buffet with a sigh. Food solved everything in her experience, after a client had a particularly bad day, food made things better.

“Perhaps some tea?” Iroh stood beside her, a kettle in his hand, he had insisted he serve tea at the Gala, though Zuko had assured him it would be just as easy to find someone else to do the job.

Y/N smiled at him, nodding as she took a cup from the array of them within the buffet, allowing Iroh to pour her some tea. “Thank you, Iroh.” Her voice is quieter than normal, and it’s clear that Iroh can tell something is wrong.

“You know, you deserve to be happy to Y/N.” His words catch her by surprise, though she doesn’t have much time to consider their meaning before flames lighting the room begin to move erratically, causing her brows to furrow.

Something was wrong.

Iroh nods to her, placing the tea kettle down as his brow furrow and she nods back, Iroh disappearing into the crowd of people. Y/N’s eyes fall back to Marcella and Evelyn, and she quickly moves to their side of the room, ignoring the hush that had fallen over the room, panicked gasps amongst them. Her hands fall onto both girl’s arms as she nods to them, “Y/N, whats going-”

Y/N is already dragging them in the direction of the exit, “get out of here, find the guards. I’m going to find Zuko.” The girls didn’t have much time to argue, as Y/N was already working her way through the panicked crowd, back to the balcony where she’d last seen Zuko. But, people were already pushing against her movements, making it difficult. Raising her head above the crowd in an attempt to see what’s going on, Y/N realizes whats happening.

Firebenders were trying to force them together, and Y/N couldn’t help but panic as she wondered if Marcella and Evelyn managed to escape and find the guards.

This was an ambush.

No, this was an assassination attempt. Zuko already knew as he watched the atmosphere of the party begin to shift, that and the person who stood before him in all black, brandishing several weapons. Alongside four others who stood by her side.

“You know, it wasn’t until I met you that I realized how bad it had gotten.” Aileen stood beside Zuko, eyes meeting his in horror as they exchanged looks. Zuko simply hoped the nod he gave her provided some semblance of comfort as he returned his attention to the person before him. “I mean, defending some lowly Earth Kingdom matchmaker? What type of career even is that?”

Her voice is almost maniacal, and Zuko can’t help but wince as he feels reminded of his sister. But he recognizes it nonetheless, Amaya. It had been months since he’d seen her, but he could still remember her voice. Her face was covered by a mask, and she wielded a sword, and if Zuko remembered correctly, she had been trained in dozens of fighting styles and was a talented bender herself. Alongside the four other men, Zuko couldn’t help but panic internally as he spoke, “Amaya, why don’t you put the swords down, and we talk about this.”

She laughs in response, ripping the mask that covered her face off and throwing it aside, “people have tried to talk to you about this. Your-” She grappled for the word, a hand yanking at her hair as she gestured to him with a sword, “your radical ideas!”

Zuko didn’t find having morals radical, but he wasn’t going to say that, not while Aileen’s life was on the line. Zuko suddenly realized why having an heir was important as he shook his head, “Amaya, look. Why don’t you let Aileen here leave, and then you and I can talk.”

Aileen looks like she’s going to protest, but Amaya glances at her red robes, a sign of her Fire Nation citizenship, and gestures for her to leave. “Get out. My problem isn’t with you.”

When Aileen doesn’t move, Amaya quickly grows frustrated, calling out to one of the guards she’d brought along that lied inside, “take this fool away.”

There’s no response, and Zuko can see panic flood Amaya’s face. And looking behind her, he quickly realizes that most of the guards have been subdued, Y/N holding one of them in her arms as she knocks them to the ground. Moving towards the balcony stealthily as Amaya’s hands begin to shake, fire sparking in her palms as she focused her attention onto Zuko. “You’re going to pay for what you’ve done to our nation.”

But Zuko wasn’t looking at her as he shook his head, hoping Y/N would understand. There was no way she could overpower Amaya, not with her bending. Y/N didn’t even have a weapon.

Now, Y/N knew for a fact that no matter how talented Zuko was, he wouldn’t put the girl beside him in danger. His priority would be keeping her alive, and given the training Amaya had as a noble, in both Firebending and fighting, she might even be as good as Zuko in a fight.

Meaning she had to be taken out of the fight.

Everything happened pretty fast after that. Zuko was shielding body coming forward to shield Aileens as he extended his freehand to Firebend at the people who’d surrounded them, only for Amaya to move out of the way. The girl was practically screaming bloody murder as she lunged at him, now wielding her sword.

Zuko didn’t have to figure out what to do next because Y/N moved faster than Amaya did, tackling the girl over the railing and down below as he began to scream.

THE FINAL ATTEMPT

Zuko’s knee is bouncing rapidly as he sits beside Iroh, who knits a scarf of some sort despite the blistering heat of the Fire Nation. He’s insisted that when Y/N returned to the Earth Kingdom she’d need it, and Zuko didn’t have the heart to disagree. Iroh had started stress-knitting about four hours ago, when Y/N had entered the room they all sat before, anxiously awaiting news of her condition.

Marcella and Evelyn are to Zuko’s left, Marcella’s sobs had quieted down, but Zuko wouldn’t be shocked if he looked over and saw tears silently streaming down her face. The girl hadn’t taken it well. Evelyn remained composed, doing her best to comfort Marcella, but the wait was clearly getting to her as well as she fidgeted with Marcella’s hands.

Seeing as Y/N had fallen from several stories up off the balcony and into the water below, Zuko didn’t really think it was possible to take the news well. But he was trying.

A pang sounded from inside the room, and Zuko practically shot up onto his feet, moving to knock on the door to discover was was wrong, only for Iroh to grab his wrist, shaking his head. Zuko exhaled deeply, beginning to pace across the hall. He found himself wishing that Katara hadn’t been busy with Water Tribe business, she was an excellent healer. Alas, Katara wasn’t there, and Zuko had to settle for one of the skilled Water Tribe diplomats instead, alongside a few others skilled in medicine.

As he paced, Zuko could feel Evelyn’s eyes on him, and it became clear she was itching to speak and he sighed, “what’s wrong?” There were dozens of answers to this question, the main one being the fact that Y/N could die today, so he hoped she understood what he meant.

The girl is glaring at him, and Zuko can’t help but feel uneasy. Because maybe she blames him for this as much as he blames himself, and maybe she’s going to tell him off, blame him for everything. Because if Y/N dies, she and Marcella will have no one again.

Not that Zuko would allow that. He’d grown attached to the girls as well, they were kind, and helpful. They’d help improve the interior decor of the palace, and if he was honest, it looked better than anything he ever could’ve done.

“You better tell her how you feel after this.”

Zuko’s mouth gapes open at the girl’s words, and he swears the breath leaves his longs, and its as though everything hits him then.

He would never get to tell Y/N how he felt if she died. He’d never get to listen to her try and tell a story just to go off on dozens of tangents, he’d never get to watch as she attempted to cook again, and he’d never get to hold her in his arms once more. There would be no more late night talks, and he wouldn’t hear her laugh, she wouldn’t tease him anymore and they wouldn’t walk through the courtyard feeding turtleducks again.

She’d never know he loved her.

Zuko finds himself nodding to Evelyn’s words, frozen in place as he looks to her and asks, “was I that obvious?” His voice is hoarse, and its probably because he didn’t stop screaming, even when Y/N’s body hit the water.

Marcella is laughing at his words, blowing her nose into a tissue that Evelyn hands her before she speaks, “painfully obvious.”

“For someone who’s job revolves around love, Y/N is one of the most oblivious people I’ve ever met.” Evelyn grumbles out, rubbing her eyes as she yawns.

It was late, Zuko knew that much, the guests of the party had gone to the infirmary in the palace, being tended to by doctors and any other available healers if injured. Otherwise, they’d all returned to their rooms to sleep, or more likely stay up in fear of another attack. Zuko surely would.

“Go to bed guys, it’s getting late.”

Evelyn looks at him like he’s one of the dumbest people she’s met, and if Zuko was honest, he probably was. But he simply nodded to Marcella, who had started leaning her head against Evelyn’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. “Uncle, why don’t you take them back to their rooms?”

Considering the fact that Zuko’s guards were around the corner, he wasn’t scared for his safety, but their presence just made him want to remain awake.

“Nephew, you should sleep as well.” His Uncle replied, though he rose from his seat, bringing the yarn and the start of the scarf under his arm.

Zuko gave his Uncle a smile, “I will. But if anything happens before then, I’ll be sure to alert you all.” He assured, nodding to Evelyn, who eyed him wearily. But she relented, shaking Marcella gently before standing up alongside her and Iroh.

When they were out of sight, Zuko plopped back down in the seat, his elbows resting on his knees as he brought his hands to his face.

And for the first time in the night he cried, his body racked with sobs as tears streamed down his face and he struggled to breathe. The pain of all that had happened felt almost unbearable. She had to live. Y/N had to live. Because Zuko was going to confess.

His fear of losing her outweighed his fear of rejection.

Wiping his tears away, Zuko suddenly felt grateful that Evelyn had left the box of tissues as he blew his nose. He sighed, his eyes piercing the door, hoping that something would happen.

As though his stare had willed her to exit the room, the healer came out, a grimace on her face as she looked to Zuko, likely because of his bloodshot eyes. The woman simply sighed, the grimace becoming a more sympathetic look. “Miss L/N lost a lot of blood... several of her bones were broken when she hit the water, especially her ribs. Her internal organs were damaged as well and... well it wasn’t very likely for her to survive.”

She’s dead.

Y/N is dead.

Oh.

“Wow, you look like a mess.”

Zuko’s head whips up, his eyes meeting Y/N’s, she’s leaning against a wooden crutch, grinning lazily at him. The healer beside her looks rather apologetic as she frantically explains, “she woke up far quicker than we anticipated and only agreed to rest if we participated in her rather cruel prank.”

So, she wasn’t a ghost.

Zuko launches himself up from the chair, nearly tackling Y/N, but the wooden crutch she uses for support serves as a reminder of her fragile state as he asks, “can I hug you?”

Her smile falters at the sound of his voice, hoarse and jagged, so she simply extends are free arm outward. Zuko takes this as an invitation for a hug, gently wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his head in her neck, Y/N wrapped her free arm around his neck, hand finding its way to the hair at the nape of his neck. “Im s-”

“It’s not your fault Zuko. I swear if you say its your fault I will throw myself over the balcony again.” She threatened, hand tightening in his hair.

Zuko laughs quietly, inhaling deeply before he speaks again, “please never do that again.”

“I make no promises.”

Sighing, Zuko releases her, “I hate you so much.”

Y/N scoffed, “you love me.” She was limping over to the bed in the middle of the room, blood coating the surrounding area. Though the doctors in the room were moving across the room that they’d placed Y/N on, and dealt with her injuries on, Zuko couldn’t help but feel sick at the sight.

She could’ve died.

“Yeah, I do.”

Y/N pauses, turning to look back at him, her mouth gapes open. Zuko’s looking away, eyes on anything but her as he inhales deeply.

The healer simply sighs, “before we do this, I should inform the two of you that Miss Y/N cannot do any... strenuous activities for at least one month.”

Zuko’s cheeks are flushing red as he shakes his head rapidly, “ma’am-”

“We’ll be taking our leave. Have fun, but not too much fun. Please.” The woman closes the door behind her once the other doctors are out of the room, and Y/N can’t stop laughing at the mortified expression on Zuko’s face, despite the sharp pain she feels in her ribs.

Taking a seat on the fresh sheets of the bed, Y/N sighs, “so you love me?” She’s picking at the sheets, “as a friend?”

Zuko suddenly realizes just how right Evelyn was as he slowly shakes his head, “no. More than a friend. I think I inadvertently sabotaged half of the dates you sent me on because of it.”

Y/N laughs quietly, eyes falling on Zuko only to see he’s looking anywhere but her, she calls out to him quietly, “Zuko. Look at me.”

He doesn’t hesitate to bring his gaze to her, eyes meeting hers as he begins to fidget with his hand. Y/N simply reaches her hand out, and he takes it. “I love you too, idiot.” She mumbles, pulling him closer and wrapping her arms around his waist. “I just wish you had told me sooner so I didn’t waste so much time trying to set you up with other women.”

A small laugh escapes him as he brings his hand to her hair, “how do I know you weren’t purposely giving me bad matches because you were in love with me?”

Y/N removes her head from his stomach, looking up at him, her nose crinkles, “unlike you, I am a professional.” Zuko flicks her forehead, and Y/N pouts at him, hand coming up to his face, “can I kiss you?”

She can feel his face warm, but he nods rather enthusiastically nonetheless, and Y/N finds herself smiling at his as she uses her hands to pull his face downward towards her. His lips meet hers, and Zuko finds himself feeling complete, hands coming to Y/N’s face in an attempt to pull her closer while hers move to his ball up his robes that he’d yet to change.

Zuko pulls away first, forehead resting on hers, “you need to sleep.”

Y/N scoffed, eyes narrowing at him, “you need to sleep.” Looking to the bed, she raises a brow at him, “wanna lay with me?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, I could accidentally injure you or-”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N yanks him onto the bed, making her way to the other side and getting comfortable, “I’ll be fine.”

Yeah, everything would be fine. Maybe not for the Fire Nation, seeing as Y/N would potentially help rule a nation but...

Everything would be fine.

in·am·o·ra·ta/iˌnaməˈrädə/

noun

a woman with whom one is in love or has intimate relations.

A/N: i hope this was good enough!!! i tried!!! and idk how it ended up over 12k... that’s crazy man um kjhdsajfhjkah omg i really liked this concept though i hope i did it justice

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Girl I Met On The Internet, 2/? (Crystal x Gigi) - Strawberry

a/n: aaaa i’m so glad everyone liked the first chapter! i think this story will end up staying focused on gigi and crystal for the most part, but there is some (one sided) jankie in this chapter if you’re into that! also: just in case no one got the reference, the nickname crystal gives gigi, ‘georgia rose’,comes from the 1d lyrics “Said her name was georgia rose, and her daddy was a dentist” from their song ‘best song ever’!

gigi: are u okay :( ily crystal

crystal: yeah i just got picked on by this cheerleader that doesnt like me

Technically, she wasn’t lying. Crystal didn’t think it was too bad, considering she really only ever saw Dahlia in history class, but she still made it her mission to make that 45 minutes rough for Crystal whenever possible. This time it was pushing all of Crystal’s belongings off of her desk while she was leaving.

gigi: fuck. im sorry.

crystal: it’s fine dskjdshjgkjf i wish all cheerleaders could take notes from you and jan

gigi: yaaas me and jan invented being nice

gigi: but i was wondering if maybe you could teach me about one direction later tonight?

Crystal had tried to convince the group earlier in the week that One Direction was the best boy band ever, and had only managed to get Jan to agree. She was glad that Gigi had finally come to her senses.

crystal: finally changing your mind? amazayn!

gigi: i regret asking now. take that pun back to 2011!!!!

The rest of the day went as normal. The chat was pretty active, but eventually died down at the end of the school day. Everyone seemed to have plans; Jan was studying, Jaida was going out to hang with friends, Nicky was sleeping, and Heidi was starting a new challenge on the Sims. It appeared to be just her and Gigi, alone in the group chat.

Crystal decided to message Gigi privately, not wanting the rest of the girls to see her go into full stan mode. If someone asked Crystal about her interests, she could go hours before thinking of stopping herself.

crystal: ok miss gigi are you ready for your 1d crash course?

Crystal told Gigi everything she wanted to know and even more. A history of how they got together, way too much information on each of the five boys, telling her the best songs on each album, and making sure that Gigi knew ‘Midnight Memories’ was their best album.

gigi: but ur @ is dedicated to made in the am?? fraud!

crystal: HELPFDFHBJ

crystal: mmcrystal sounds weird… like no thanks

gigi: that was very interesting.. i’ll def listen to midnight memories in the morning <3

crystal: YAY! gigi 1d stan finally

gigi: no promises! :)

Crystal didn’t respond to that, not really knowing what to talk about now. Having a group of friends helped her be less awkward, but it definitely didn’t fix that problem completely.

gigi: do u wanna play 21 questions or something?? to get to know eachother better???

Of course, Crystal jumped at the chance to get to know the other girl better. It started very innocently, asking about favorite colors and foods. Gigi quickly changed that.

gigi: uhh… have u ever kissed a girl?

crystal: sadly no.. my state is full of straight people

gigi: same.. ur turn

crystal: this feels awkward to ask but uhhh….

As soon as she hits send, she instantly regrets it. She backtracks what she had originally typed, desperately trying to come up with another question. Crystal was not able to think of anything else.

gigi: ????

“I guess I’ll have to do it,” Crystal says, talking to absolutely no one. She types it out again, looking away from her phone as she blindly tried to hit the send button, like it would help her situation be any less flustering for her.

crystal: how long have you and nicky been dating?

Would Gigi find it weird that she asked? Gigi was the one who brought up kissing girls, not Crystal, so it would be fine. Right?

gigi: CRYSTAL WHATBDGNHSDMFD

gigi: nicky and i are not dating omg im single

gigi: she’s like my sister. plus i would never do long distance

Crystal was so embarrassed. She was relieved this conversation was taking place through a screen, so Gigi wouldn’t see her blushing face.

She was pleased that she was wrong about the two girls, but Gigi’s answer was upsetting to her.

They asked a few more personal questions before Gigi started asking Crystal would you rather questions instead. Crystal’s favorite out of them was if she would rather get a mullet or dress like a clown every day for the rest of her high school career. The answer was both, obviously.

They spent the rest of the night sending each other stupid questions, giggling to themselves. The later it got, the more Gigi would flirt with her. At least Crystal thought it was flirting.

gigi: it’s really late and i have a test tomorrow so im gonna go to sleep. goodnight, babe

Gigi always would say ‘goodnight, bitch’, and this made Crystal even more confused. The ongoing joke that lesbians had the hardest time telling if a girl is into them or not was one of Crystal’s favorites, but now she couldn’t help but wonder if that was exactly what was happening to her. There was obviously a connection between them, but it was unclear to Crystal if it was just platonic.

It didn’t hit her until later that night, while she was trying to fall asleep, but Crystal wasn’t entirely sure where Gigi lived. She knew they were in the same time zone, but wasn’t sure what state she was in. It was totally possible that Gigi lived in Missouri, but Crystal highly doubted it. Though Gigi obviously trusted Crystal enough to want to play 21 questions with her, she was still very private, and Crystal wasn’t too sure if Gigi would tell her what state she was in.

Crystal fell asleep thinking about her highly unrealistic perfect world, where Gigi lived in Missouri and where Crystal wasn’t just another Nicky.

Crystal got onto Twitter right after waking up the next morning, ready to ask Gigi if she happened to live in Missouri, but quickly got distracted with a very interesting conversation going on in the group chat.

jan!: now i may not be gay but i’m in love with a woman… 2 words jackie

jaida: i- that’s only one word

jan!: fuck

heidi: the way i can’t tell if you’re joking or not

jan!: the way i don’t think i am joking

gigi: YAAS about time u admitted that u like her

crystal: hold on i thought jan was straight?? who’s jackie???

nicky: do you really think a straight person would hang out with us?

crystal: good point

jan!: I AM STRAIGHT! i think? i don’t know i’m so confused.

heidi: jackie is jan’s local @ crystal

gigi: jan be like: im straight.

gigi: but also jan is like: wow jackie is so pretty and she’s so funny and smart i’m going to fail geometry so she can tutor me but no homo!

heidi: the delusion janice has…

jaida: not to be serious but if you think you like jackie, you probably aren’t straight baby. everyone else hush and let her talk

nicky: ^^ yeah jan what happened

jan!: first of all i did not fail geometry i just said we should study together so we did!!! and have been for months! but last night i couldn’t focus at all bc she’s so pretty all i wanted to do was k*ss her out of nowhere

In a way, Crystal could definitely relate. Gigi wasn’t her local, she still didn’t know what the girl looked like, but she still kind of wanted to kiss her. She couldn’t focus on anything besides Gigi sometimes, not like she would ever admit it.

All of the girls had sent many comforting messages addressed to Jan, saying that it was okay, and she has all the time she needs to figure out her feelings. Afterwards, everyone had gone back to being playful. Gigi also tried to convince her to make a move on Jackie, which Jan refused.

gigi: if u talk to her u guys can get married <3

crystal: gigi you’re so stupid i love it

jan!: omg did someone say stupid love??? stream!

gigi: crystal back me up :(

crystal: i might’ve found out who jackie is only 10 minutes ago but i will cry if jan doesn’t talk to her right now

jan!: better start crying bc i dont think i can even look at her now

jaida: that’s not saying much at all. you cried the other day bc gigi sent a pic of her dog

crystal: I AM A NANCY STAN FIRST AND A HUMAN SECOND!!

Crystal knew she looked like an idiot, walking to her locker with her eyes glued to her phone and a dopey smile on her face but she couldn’t care less.

The day actually went well for Crystal. The highlight of her day was finding out that the story she wrote for her creative writing class had gotten the highest grade out of everyone in the class, earning her a piece of candy.

crystal: just got candy and a 99% on my story for class… i truly have the mind of a mastermind

jaida: beauty and intelligence in one combined!

Navigating through the halls was much more difficult when your eyes are glued to your phone, but replying to a meme Jaida sent seemed much more appealing to Crystal than getting to her seventh period without worrying about bumping into someone. And bumping into someone, she did.

“What the actual fuck, weirdo?” Dahlia yelped, looking extremely offended, “Get off of your sad, cracked phone and watch where your dumb ass is going.”

Crystal just stared at her, frozen in fear. Dahlia taunted her daily, but this was very different from how she usually acts towards her. It was quite terrifying.

“I swear to God, if you ever look at me, let alone fucking touch me again-” She continued, but before she could finish her statement, she was interrupted by her friend, Georgina running over and pulling her away.

Crystal didn’t think Georgina shared Dahlia's hatred for her, and Crystal didn’t hate Georgina either. Georgina actually seemed very sweet besides the fact that she had never bothered to step in on the rare occasion Dahlia happened to target Crystal outside of class.

“Can you please leave her alone? We don’t have time for this.” Georgina groaned, looking back at Crystal, flashing her a quick smile, before turning around to escort Dahlia to what Crystal assumed was cheerleading practice.

“But she bumped into me!” Dahlia whined, not used to being interrupted like this.

“Really? Wow, funny. I don’t care.”

Once they were out of sight, Crystal was alone again. She pulled out her phone and went to check if anyone had said anything else in the chat; just Jan freaking out, because Jackie had smiled at her in the hallway.

heidi: everyone say i if you think jan should stop being a baby and ask jackie out

jaida: i

crystal: i

jan!: WTF

jan!: friendship ended with heidi, jaida and crystal. now nicky and gigi are my best friends

jaida: they would say i too if they were online and you know that

jan!: i don’t need friends! they disappoint me!

Crystal decided to not use her phone while she was walking home, not wanting to have a repeat of the Dahlia situation. Her after school routine changed a lot in the past week, making a rule to not check Twitter before completing her homework. Her Twitter addiction was getting worse, but since it was also causing her to be more productive with doing her homework, she saw no issues with it. Once she had finished, she picked up her phone to see that Gigi had messaged her less than a minute ago.

gigi: hey clown :) im done w practice

crystal: WHY AM I A CLOWNDFSHDM

gigi: u just have clown energy. i cant and wont explain

crystal: honestly yeah i see it but can i at least be your clown wife or something

gigi: yeah <3 hey clown wife! i listened to most of midnight memories and it was really good! my fave song is u and i

If that’s not love, then what is? If that’s not friendship, then what is? Crystal had never been able to get anyone to listen to anything she recommended, ever. She was filled with glee, double tapping the message to heart it. It meant a lot to her.

crystal: YAYAYAYAYA im so glad but it looks so ugly when you spell it like that

gigi: my fave song you and i* >:(

crystal: better

gigi: if i have to stop spelling it as u to make you not divorce me i will

Crystal knew deep down it was just a joke, but it made her heart race. The feeling she got every time Gigi would flirt with her was very unfamiliar, but very nice. It didn’t help that Crystal thought ‘You and I’ was one of the most romantic songs One Direction had, she couldn’t help but make the fact Gigi liked it out of all of the other songs into something it was not.

This reminded her of her late night thoughts. She had completely forgotten to ask Gigi where she lived, but the idea didn’t seem the greatest now that she was fully awake. She was still curious though, so against her better judgement she asked, without a segway or anything.

crystal: i forgot to ask but what state do you live in? asking for science

gigi: oh i live in missouri

crystal: omg me too

gigi: i don’t wanna reveal where but this is amazing.. maybe we won’t have to break the distance at all <3

Pleased that she somehow got an answer, Crystal changed the conversation into a discussion of ‘Midnight Memories’, and if Gigi agreed with the opinions Crystal had shared the night before. She did, for the most part and before they knew it, it was time for Gigi to go sleep. Had they really talked all evening?

gigi: i have to get up early so i need to go to sleep but im really glad jan added u to the gc

crystal: and im happy you asked me about one direction!

gigi: me too. ur cute when ur passionate. i hope we can continue to grow closer

crystal: i’d like that.

gigi: goodnight, my clown :)

crystal: goodnight, georgia rose

gigi: U DID NOT

gigi: my full name isnt even georgia and dad isnt even a dentist but i’ll allow it bc i know u think u invented comedy

gigi: ok gn now <33 luv u

crystal: gn!!! sleep well

Crystal wanted them to stay like this forever.

#rpdr fanfiction #gigi goode #crystal methyd #jan sport #jaida essence hall #heidi n closet #nicky doll #dahlia sin #crygi #lesbian au #high school au #social media au #girl i met on the internet #strawberry #submission #s12

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drkcnry67 · 4 years ago

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title: Arranged to keep her safe

pairing: Ketch x Sister!Reader

kink square filled: Accent Kink

dark square filled: Ketch

heaven & Hell square filled: the colt

ABO square filled: arranged marriage

Rating: 18+

tags: Alpha claiming omega, Presenting as both Alpha and omega, fighting, vaginal penetration (like in the last few paragraphs), flirtation, making out, blood, sibling training

word count: 9,777

Created for @spndarkbingo @spnkinkbingo @heavenandhellbingo @spnabobingo

Kink masterlist H&H Masterlist Dark Masterlist ABO Masterlist

hunting for any reason at all is something you have always wanted to do… but your brothers Sam & Dean Winchester weren’t going to let you…

they instead were gonna honor your parents wishes & raise you to be normal… this meant no hunting for you, but you knew something was up one day when your brothers arrived back at the bunker with another man.

it wasn’t Cas or anyone you knew, it was someone new… someone who looked like he was striking a deal of sorts with your brothers.

Dean came over to you while Sam stayed talking with the mysterious guest.

Dean: “come sis, let’s go for a walk.”

You never turned down the chance to take a walk with your older brother. Dean as always takes your arm & leads you out of the bunker, both of you walking down the same long dirt road you often walked down.

Dean: “I’m guessing you have questions about the hush hush visitor.”

You nodded. Very unsure if you wanted to hear your brother’s answers.

YN: “who is he first of all?”

Dean: “his name is Arthur Ketch.. Look sis, Sammy and I have kept you out of as much of the danger as possible. But in their wills they said if Sam and I ever had to Bayer a deal, we were to use you as a bargaining chip. Well that had happened for we have arranged for you to marry Ketch… ”

YN (yelling): “so what I don’t even have a say… I don’t get the chance to decide my own future… Yet you & Sam get to decide my future for me… In what universe did you think I would ever be okay with this…”

Dean was a little shocked, he had never heard you raise your voice at him like ever… That kinda hurt him, but how else was he expecting you to react after all he just dropped bomb central on you.

Dean: “YN look I know your upset, but please understand that this is a good thing especially with the danger Sam & I are heading into… I wanted to be the one to tell you about this kiddo cause i knew that Sam could finish this deal in propriety while I somehow convinced you that this marriage is a good thing.“

You were pacing, you had no idea what the hell was happening, your brothers were auctioning your life, your future.

YN: “what could possibly be so important that you and Sam would gamble my future away?"

Dean: "the colt!"

You had heard the legends of this magnificent gun that could kill pretty much anything… You even got to see it in action once…

Yn: "are you sure it’s the same colt that Bella took & sold?"

Dean: "yep cause ketch showed it to us, the second we said we would make him an offer he couldn’t possibly refuse, you were that offer… we need to get the colt back, there is danger brewing sis, for what we fear is coming you cannot be here… you cannot witness whats about to happen. do not fight us on this… you can get to know him first but your getting married to him before he has to bring you back to his home. if there had been another bargaining option we would have done so… look let me make it up to you. ill take you on your first hunt as my way of an apology…what do you feel like sis, Ghost, poltergeist or vamps?”

YN: “thats okay bro, i like the sound of going on my first hunt but i say why not all 3, are they all roughly in the same area… but where is he from?”

Dean: “ketch is british… yes yes they are, about 5-10 minutes from eachother. all along the road to come back here. but sis, if we go on this string of hunts you must understand that if you start feeling weird like your body starts converging or starts to feel really really warm all of the sudden, tell me immediately.”

You looked really confusingly at your brother, but agreed none the less. then your mind went into the thoughts of omg, me married, thats a scary thought…

YN: “what about your honoring mom and dads wishes?”

Dean: “well im sure they will be just as proud of how much we have trained and protected you all the same. but Sam and i want to see you wed incase trouble strikes sooner than expected.”

YN: “isnt Ketch apart of the British Men of Letters?”

Dean: “yes he is…”

YN: “didnt they try to kill you guys?”

Dean: “that was a precaution according to them… they didnt know whether we were friend or foe…”

Your eyes went wondering what the british men of letters would think of you… not that you know they would be able to do anything, i mean by the time you get back you and Ketch technically would already be married.

YN: “do you think Ketch would want to join me for a run into town? i need a few things and i figure you guys want a beer & liquor stalk..”

Dean: “does this mean you are ready to meet him?”

you nod… nervous feelings building in your stomach but you dismissed them.

Dean: “okay i know your probably nervous as hell right now but chill. Ketch would be a fool not to fall instantly for you…”

you took a few breaths as you and Dean re-entered the bunker, Dean freely goes down the stairs, you peak over the railing as Dean calls…

Dean: “we are back…”

Sam and another man who you presumed was Ketch came out of the study and the first glance you got of Ketch practically knocked you off your feet… when Dean turned around to introduce you he noticed you werent behind him, so he figured your nerves were getting the better of you…

Dean: “come on down YN, there is someone down here who is anxious to meet you…”

you nervously went back up the stairs and stood up descending the staircase, you could feel the eyes of your brothers and one longing gaze from the man who was to be your husband.

Ketch made his way to the bottom of the staircase, to recieve your hand in his own and to plant a kiss to the back of your hand.

Arthur: “YN, you are even more radiant than your brothers described. my name is Ketch, Arthur Ketch.”

YN: “My dear brother had said you were dashing, he didnt say you were moi caliente.”

this made Arthur laugh as he helped you the rest of the way down the stairs.

your brothers were seeing the way you and Ketch were looking at eachother, you and Arthur went to sit in the study, you went on your laptop and placed orders for your hunting clothing a couple other items and then Arthur had you help pick out the engagement/wedding bands.

with everything ordered, you turned to Dean to bat your eye lashes…

Dean: “let me guess you want to stay here kiddo?”

YN: “ill call tim and tell him to have the usual order ready and if your worried about getting girl coodies all over baby, then take my jag… i mean ill let you drive it just this once Dean… but you break it you repair it, do you hear me…”

Dean: “of course… come on Sam, your coming with me to help me carry this shit..”

neither sam nor dean said much of a goodbye after you said they could take the jag… you and arthur just laughed at how fast they ran out of there. this left you and arthur alone in the bunker.

you eventually got up to pour you and Arthur some drinks, his gaze not leaving your body. like he was mentally undressing you or something.

YN: “see something you like?”

Arthur: “just enjoying the delicious view that is you…”

YN: “well that is something i certainly can easily get used to hearing.”

you brought the drinks to where you guys were sitting and pulled out your phone calling tim…

Tim: “YN hows it going girl?”

YN: “exceptional as always, man my brothers are doing the town run today… they are doing my bidding for once… can u have the usual order ready? i dont know how long till they get there… they have to stop at a few places for me first…”

Tim: “of course i will have that ready. see ya round chica.”

you hung up the phone and felt Arthur’s arm around your waist… this sent your body into a hotter state… Arthur smelled this right away.

Arthur: “i love that heated scent you are giving off…”

YN: “your accent is turning me on and i am getting another heated burst…”

Arthur: “do you get these heat bursts often?”

YN: “only around the full moon. but this time seems worse…”

Arthur: “your presenting… how much do you know about the history of hunters?”

YN: “my brothers have mostly kept me out of that loop… why what do you mean i’m presenting.?.”

Arthur: “YN just try to cool down… you need to keep your temp at a decent temperature like keep calm dont let your emotions go out of control.”

YN: “why whats happening to me?”

Arthur: “just do what i say… lets distract you… wanna show me this fabulous garage you guys have?”

you get up but a hand reaching for yours startles you slightly but feels normal as you both walk to the garage… you open the door and walk inside. you walk around and lean against the impala as Arthur looks around.

Arthur: “and all these belong to you and your brothers.?.”

YN: “yep… its a family business find beaten down cars get them, sell them or keep them… spare cars… in hunting its needed or so my brothers say.”

Arthur: “you look sexy leaning against the impala like that…”

Arthur had removed his blazer and now stood in front of you…

Arthur: “i saw that look back at the computer. do you want to talk about it?”

YN: “i saw the look on your face with those totals. i would understand if you want to yell at me… but know its gonna go a long way…”

Arthur in that moment answered the only way that he deemed logical… pressing himself against you as he held your waist planting a kiss to your lips… this was unexpected, this was also your first kiss…

YN: “i think this conversation is better left for somewhere a little more comfortable…”

Arthur: “i dont know im pretty comfy right here…”

you had no complaints the next hour and a half were spent making out while having you sit on the hood of the impala… your heat bursts became more frequent as time passed.

Arthur: “are you alright love? your burning up…”

YN: “make it stop… make the burning stop…”

Arthur: “your brothers are gonna walk in at any minute… but i can do this…”

Arthur in that moment pulls back from you and removes his shirt, the cooling sensation of his skin against yours made your heat bursts slow drastically.

Arthur: “im an alpha as such i have a right to wait till you present fully to claim you… to make my mark on you, to claim you as my own. your brothers are alphas as well, they have been massively protective of you, but thats their nature. thats how this works. your scent is all over the place i cant tell what you are presenting as but if your heat is this bad i would think maybe an alpha…”

you and arthur went back to making out, the sound of tires approaching on the dirt road, the purr of the sweet engine, you knew that was your jag, thats when it happened.

you pulled back as Arthur backed away you turned to look at yourself in the mirror of the impala. you then let out a earth shattering scream, as your brothers pulled up into the garage upon the sight of you screaming. they got out of the jag and went to Arthur…

Dean: “whats happening?”

Arthur: “she’s presenting… did you guys not tell her about any of this?”

Dean: “no we didnt per to our parent’s wishes.”

Arthur: “well i couldnt tell from her scent what she is, but i guess we are about to find out…”

at that moment you let out a roar, it shook the entire compound. Dean, Sam and Arthur were all ready incase your instincts decided to turn you animal…

thats when you turned to look at everyone, your eyes flashed immediately from gold to red to kind of a blood gold. the words you heard after that went something like this…

Sam: “thats impossible…”

Dean: “arthur you need to be ready buddy, i dont know how she is entirely gonna be right now…”

Arthur: “she is the first hunter ever to present as both Alpha and Omega… lets see what i can do…”

Arthur took everything that could possibly scare you out of his pockets and off his person, then he made his slow approach to you…

Arthur: “YN, take it easy babe… lets try something.. nod if you can hear me and recognize who i am..”

you nod watching his blurry figure coming closer.

Arthur: “babe, nod if i can approach you fully…”

you nod again kind of un tensing at the soft touch of his hands on your forearms. Arthur came round behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. he then brushed your hair away from your neck and shoulder.

the next thing you hear is a growl from behind you, your eyes went wide at hearing this… it was like your entire body was no longer responding for its own, but instead to Arthur and his movements.

Arthur let out a loud shattering roar before sinking his fangs into your shoulder… this made you let out a moaning roar.. your brothers eyes went wide as they watched Arthur claim you…

blood was dripping down your back and front, as well as down Arthurs chest. with each drop that hit the ground this made your brothers growl lowly… but nothing compared to how you would be feeling after this little session.

After 5 minutes Arthur removed his fangs from you, he then spun you round to face him… the familiarity of his features was almost like a ray of sunshine. suddenly your eye sight became un blurred, it was also the fact that now you were seeing clearly that your eyes first saw the blood.

YN: “whose blood is that, ugh why do i feel weird, what happened…”

Arthur: “what do you remember?”

YN: “nothing, will someone explain while i go get towels so Arthur and i can get cleaned up…”

your brothers made sure the jag was in the garage and that the outside door to the garage was closed, before following to continue explaining to you what you couldnt remember.

Dean: “we got home to find you screaming into the impala side mirror, when we asked Arthur about it he said you were presenting and that he didnt know what you would be presenting as. then we saw your eyes… they will be that blood gold for a while, but the bloodlust and the other alphaic traits were subsided when Arthur claimed you thats why there was so much blood. look YN we are so sorry we didnt tell you about any of this but we are the best hunters around for a reason. our senses are heightened thats why hunting comes so easy to us. thats why its gonna be easy for you as well.. in fact i declare a family hunting trip. Ketch that includes you, your apart of this family now. so every gear up and do what you need to do, we leave at sunset… the poltergeist in the asylum is the first stop.”

You smiled at the thought of getting to hunt. This was what you had been training for. This is what you we’re waiting for. Your mind then turned to the thought of all the blood, you zoned out you could feel the blood calling to you.

It wasn’t till you heard your name being called in 3 different vocal tones that you snapped out of it.

YN: "sorry guys I must have zoned out… It was weird I could hear the blood calling to me, it wanted me to drain the source. I am unsure if I like how this is going. But if everyone here is willing to show me the ropes before we leave for this hunt and how to control the bloodlust then I’ll still go on this hunt as long as everyone feels like i can control my bloodlust and abilities perfectly.”

Arthur: “dont worry babe once we get cleaned up, we will all go over to the training center and we will teach you everything you need to know.”

you finish wiping off all the blood and then you walk to your room, going inside you close your door then taking off your bloody clothes you threw them in the laundry…

you then picked up your phone and called Dean…

Dean: “whats wrong sis?”

YN: “can you bring me my stuff from the jag so i can pack…”

your brother, your brother sure he was a giant pain in the ass, but he was the only person you trusted to bring you the stuff and not hesitate to walk in… he has seen you worse…

Dean however walks in several moments later as your at your mirror desk half robed looking at the bite mark…

YN: “will it ever go away?”

Dean: “it will just look like you got in a fight with something and won… honestly are you okay?”

YN: “honestly, i’m not sure… i mean physically except for the pain of having been bitten im fine but mentally there is something in there and its fighting me… Dean im scared, i dont want to hurt anyone. i would rather die than hurt anyone…”

Dean: “hey, theres no need for that kind of talk… look Ketch no matter how much of an ass he is, he loves you alot… he loved you enough to claim you… thats a huge deal… something Sam and i never could achieve… but your probably the most badass out of all of us, your half alpha and half omega… that makes you the strongest… now throw on your normal workout clothes and come along sis Arthur and Sam are waiting in the training center. now that you have presented we wont go easy on you..”

you turned to fully look at your brother…

YN: “you mean you and Sam were going easy on me… does that mean when i beat you, you werent using your full strength…”

Dean: “now now sis, i knew you would react this way just take it easy…”

YN: “take it EASY… i feel like a fool… here i thought i was so strong to beat both of my brothers… geez Dean how much were you holding back…”

Dean: “i was only using 30% of my strength… over the years i gradually increased it… start soft work our way up, with each level passed we increased how much we were exerting… but now that you have presented we dont have to hold back anymore… we are gonna use our full 100% strength and its gonna be 10x harder to take us all down… we all have something to teach you: we talked it over Arthur will teach you how to control your anger, so when in public your eyes are normal color… Sam will work on your agility how to use your speed 10x the normal rate you would go… i will teach you how to tone up your strength so you dont hurt anyone normal when hugging them or shaking their hands. then we will all fight you in a fighters circle type thing. it is one of those mass exercises that are especially helpful in these types of situations…”

You finished getting into your workout gear, and glared at your brother, flashing your eyes quickly from gold to red letting off a low growl.

YN: “your gonna pay for taking it easy on me all these years… both you and sam are gonna be eating training mat…”

Those words made Dean cringe, hearing them come out of your mouth made them worse than necessary… you stalked your way out of your room, down the hallway, going left at the fork and then entering the room, you removed your sandals and charged at Sam whose back was facing you… you then pulled a natasha romanov…

You wrapped your ankles round his neck and flipped him to the ground…

YN: “thats for taking things easy on me bro… oh yeah Dean told me about that, lets just say im not happy about…”

Sam: “well i can tell that your not happy, but why flip me to the ground and how the hell did i not see this coming…”

YN: “what was it you told me… never turn your back on your opponant…”

You were aware at that moment of your other brother entering the room… Dean decided to try to pull that same move on you, you instead jumped and pinned him to the ground…

YN: “told you that both you and Sam would be eating training mat…”

Arthur let out a whistle that caught your attention, you got up off the ground and went over to him… his touch soothing you… as both your brothers got up off the ground.

Arthur: “boys i dont think our lessons are gonna get through until we see what else she can do… cause that was some impressive skill that my girl just pulled off…”

Dean: “oh screw you Ketch… fine little sister thinks she is so tough, fine i challenge YN, my lesson might get taught right now it might not… Sam get off the floor, YN when your ready…”

You kissed Arthur before stepping foot on the floor… this was the kind of thing that always got you excited, this was what you now had been waiting for since presenting… a chance to show your brothers whose the more superior Winchester Sibling.

You took a stance in front of your brother who now was waiting for you to make the first move…

YN: “you think you can beat me bro… lets see im gonna give you a simple task do not hold back… use every ounce of strength you got… once i have taken you down, either Sam or Arthur are allowed to step into the ring to give me their lesson… of course you know bro that just because your my brother doesnt mean ill hold back even an ounce of strength…”

Dean: "are you gonna stand there running your mouth or are you gonna fight?"

YN: "both…”

You and Dean now circling let off low growls… but you stepped to the left to circle the other way, and just dodged Dean lunging at you… he quickly recovered and you jumped high landing on his back…

YN: “had enough yet bro?”

Dean: “of course not…”

Dean flipped over and landed himself on top of you, letting out a roar of disapproval you bunched your knees beneath his body and lodged yourself free sending Dean flying across the room once more…

You half flipped yourself off the ground…

YN: “had enough yet bro?”

Dean: “whats a matter sis? You getting tired yet?”

YN: “not a prayer but i dont want to hurt you… so if you surrender now ill consider making you a few personal sized pies for the trip…”

Dean’s eyes went wide at the mention of pie… but non the less he attempted to lunge at you again… there was something inside you that brought your body into a flat state making Dean fly right over your body and straight into the stack of mats.

Both Arthur and Sam watched as you now stood victorious…

Sam: “well i can just verbally give you your lesson sis… i have no desire to end up like Dean…”

Arthur: “come along babe ill help you make dinner as well as some food for the trip. While i give you my lesson in emotional anger control…”

You first helped your brother off the ground and you gave him a hug…

YN: “sorry D… dont know what came over me…”

Dean: “thats okay, happens to everyone… just dont ever give into the blind rage that you displayed on the floor… that kind of rage is what causes murder… now you guys go make dinner i am gonna go take a hot shower and cool off my enflamed muscles…”

Sam gave you and Arthur a nod to go on your way as he helped make sure Dean got to his room on his own…

Sam: “geez Dean neither of us acted like that when we first presented did we?”

Dean shook his head…

Dean: “nope but i bet i know someone who will… we need to talk to Cas… see if he knows anything about female Alpha/Omega’s ill talk to him… it will be easier if i do the talking since i’m the one who said lets just not tell her and i didnt listen to you when you said we should…”

Sam: “dont blame yourself Dean… you couldnt have forseen any of this.. Now lets go together to talk to cas… lets go find out how to stop this from getting worse for our baby sister…”

Dean: “i still want to take my shower first… we will go after… i mean after dinner while YN and Arthur are being cute and stuff we will say that Cas wants to meet to talk about the impending doom…”

Sam: “you know she wont like it if we lie to her…”

Dean: “i know but Sammy what other choice do we have… we cant let her hunt like this…”

Sam knew Dean was right, so he left his brother so Dean could get his muscles healing… but he still felt bad for how they hid this from their sister… sure it was the right thing to do but when you turned 16 or became a teenager they could possibly have prepared you for this but not all of whats happened is their fault…

Dean texts cas and says to meet outside the bunker in 30 minutes its important… and to text when arrived… Cas responds with okay…

Dean all through his time in his room, he kept running the fight through his head… those attacks you pulled were not normal.. Your fighting skills had never been like that…

Meanwhile in the kitchen you and Arthur were pealing and cutting potatos…

Arthur: “how do you feel love?”

YN: “bout normal, whatever that means… i just cant believe i let Dean talk me into training i knew i would hurt someone… i dont know what came over me… it was like posession or something… but im just glad that through all that your vocals kept me from killing… is that my omega side responding to you my alpha?”

Arthur: “yes it is but that alpha side of yours needs to be put under control… otherwise its gonna be rough road ahead… you mentioned that it felt like posessson… how so love?”

You put the pealed potato on the cutting board in front of Arthur and sighed…

YN: “it was like i lost control of my body, like the actions were not my own… i didnt even recognize my own voice. Babe it was an awful feeling but i cant shake the fact that it didnt feel like me… it was like i lost myself…”

Arthur: “when did you start feeling this way?”

YN: “shortly after you claimed me… it was like a heatwave it just hit me and shortly after Dean hit the mats was when i snapped out of it… “

Arthur: “lets check the lore and see what we can find out but im gonna say that your not going on a hunt till you get this under control… we cant risk anything happening to you in the field… plus it will give us some alone time…”

Arthur winked at you, he had that seductive look in his eyes again… you smiled and went back to making sure you didnt peel your fingers instead of the potatoes… Arthur was definately getting used to your scent…

From the first time Arthur spoke you were used to his accent infact you were turned on by it… meanwhile Dean and Sam were making sure that neither you nor Arthur were looking as they snuck out of the bunker to meet with Cas…

Dean: “thank you for coming Cas…”

Cas: “of course but what happened? You both seem worried.”

Dean: "its YN she presented as both an alpha and an omega… She is having problems gaining control. We are extremely worried… It Was the fact that Ketch bit her he claimed her… LikeLike the proof is right beside the impala… But her emotions she is spiraling. Cas what do you know about this?”

Cas: “her emotional spiral is apart of her alpha side arguing with her omega side, neither side will be at peace till she obeys the laws of the universe that were written out by God himself long before YN existed… she and ketch have to be properly married in the eyes of the holy hosts and consummate their union. Kind of like a royalty thing. This is their destiny, pre arranged by God himself. It cannot be denied. This is her bodies way of saying this needs to happen sooner rather than later."

Dean: "so wait your saying that we have to witness them getting married then their consummation…”

Both Sam and Dean were appauled by this thought but were happy at the idea of getting you back to normal…

The 3 gentlemen went inside the bunker and into the study where they found you and Arthur looking through the lore…

Dean: “hey sprout can I talk to you for a second.?”

YN: “of course like privately?"

Dean nods so you kiss Arthur on the cheek… You follow your brother to his room, where as soon as you enter he shuts the door… you turned around and looked very confusingly at your brother.

YN: “whats wrong D? Your not angry about what happened in training are you? Cause it felt like i was possessed when i was fighting you… like i wasnt in control of my own body..”

Dean: “cas knows how to save you… how you can regain control of your mind, body and emotions.”

YN: “thats great but how do we do that?”

Dean: “well like Sam and Cas are probably explaining to Arthur right now, and i gather that talk may not be going as well as this one… but here it goes… in order for you to be yourself again, you and Arthur have to get married, then consummate the marriage like in royal days where the dignitaries and important people have to witness the consummation… like ASAP…”

Your eyes went wide, but Dean went over to his closet and then pulled out a clothing bag… he lays the clothing bag on his bed and backs up a bit…

Dean: “go ahead sis, take a look… i got it for you as soon as we made this deal with Ketch… i knew you would need it eventually so i was waiting for the right moment to give it to you.”

You opened the bag to reveal a silver column styled one shoulder sequin lace cocktail dress. The side with the shoulder was the one that clearly showed your mark… your eyes went wide, a shocked small shrill of joy fell from your lips, tears of happiness fell from your eyes. You looked at your big brother who was tearing up himself then cleared his throat so he could speak again.

Dean: “YN, every year before now Sammy and i watched you grow into this beautiful young woman… but we know that not telling you about the family gene pool was stupid. But this marriage between you and Arthur was apparently decided by God himself. Which is a load of shit cause it just is, as well as the thought that you are gonna be a married woman… its just so hard… i wish mom and Dad were here to see this, to see the kind of woman you have become… to see you get married. You know they would have gone over board big white wedding type thing… but right now Sam has probably convinced Arthur to call Lady Bevell and request that they be present via skype for this ocassion. Cas is gonna decorate, make this place look more like a castle type setting… suitable for the events… Sam is gonna help Arthur cope with everything… just as im helping you… i know this is alot to process but i promise you, this new journey ahead of you will allow the winchester name and legacy to carry on through you and Arthur. I hope you can understand that once you and Arthur get married you guys arent leaving right away… Arthur wants you to have as much time as you need to adjust to being married before you guys go back to Britain…”

You instantly go over and embrace your brother, he returns your embrace and the moment lasts a few moments then is released…

YN: “thank you… without you and Sam protecting me i dont know what would have happened. I am just glad that i got the 2 best hunters in all of america as my brothers.”

Thats when you heard a knock at the bedroom door… you looked at your brother who then smirked.

YN: “whats going on? Whose at the door?”

Dean: “just go open the door… trust me YN this is needed… let me just grab my monkey suit… or at least the dress shirt…”

You went to the door and opened it to get tackled in a familiar female embrace…

Jo: “getting married huh? And you didnt invite me… good thing mom and i were in the area… we rushed right over here… we also saw bobby in the living room… and rufus and ash has already broken into your fireball whiskey there Dean… he wanted me to tell you that he challenges you to the fireball challenge.”

Dean: “he needs to be careful who he is messing with… ill leave you ladies to get ready… ill shoot a text when its time. Ill also send over your mom to help with anything… and to bring you gals some alcohol.”

Dean takes the shirt that he was gonna wear and leaves out his door closing it behind him… that was when Jo came over to sit on the bed beside you…

Jo: “i know that look want to tell me why your suddenly getting married…”

YN: “to cut a long story short, my brothers found the colt that was stolen from them years ago, and have obeyed mom and dads wishes by trading me for the colt. They said something about needing the colt for the evil thats coming or that they think is coming or something like that… the guy that im set to marry, his name is Arthur Ketch, he is british, he is muscular hot and an alpha who claimed by alpha/omega ass yea i presented as both and it shocked everyone. It caused me to beat up Dean pretty badly in training earlier. I guess Dean and Sam went to Cas for answers now i have to marry Arthur as soon as possible and have it like a royalty thing where the important people witness the consummation between the wedded couple, cause apparently thats what God had put in the book of Destiny for me and Arthur… Cause thats apparently the only way to take the edge off of what my body is arguing over my alpha side and my omega side are arguing. They are fighting which explains alot now that i think about it.. But one thing isnt clear i dont know what to do… i am not even sure im ready for any of this… its like Dean and Sam arent telling me something and things will end up going wrong. Jo im scared…”

Jo hugs you from the side and fears you are gonna spiral if something happens to Sam and Dean…

Jo: “this about it this way girl… your brothers love you very much and right now they are just making sure your future is secure and right now its pretty clear that if what you are telling me is true then we need at least 1 drink to help you through all of this.. By the way do you have any lingere…”

You texted Sam to send the bags from the jag with Ellen… Sam replyed with Ellen has already gotten those and is on her way. You and Jo just lay back and stare at the ceiling not daring to believe that there are forces who have control over the destinies of everyone because he wrote them in some sort of imaginary book…

Jo: “i would be grateful that they at least found you someone hot to marry, i mean all the ones mom has sent my way were fat and ugly.. I couldnt believe they were alphas… i want to marry someone who understands me for me…”

YN: “you know Dean is in love with you right girl… that he has been for a few years now…”

Jo: “i know, he fell in love with me the day he and i danced to REO speedwagon in the roadhouse after hours. I turned him down, i was scared… i didnt want to ruin the friendship we kinda have. I would have told him that day in the roadhouse if mom wasnt picky about who i end up with…”

YN: “Jo as your best friend im gonna say this, i would tell him the truth or just you know kiss him… make him want to claim you… if what he says is true, im achieving what my brothers never could, but you can make this a reality for Dean… just take the risk… dont let your mom no matter how wonderful she is dictate your life. Take charge, we make our own futures…”

You and Jo hugged it out and then went back to admiring your dress… Jo then opened her bag and pulled out the accessories…

Jo: “Dean called me a week ago and warned me to have a few wedding accessories ready for you… he had a feeling that you and Arthur would be married before the end of the month so now lets wait for my mo…”

Before Jo could finish speaking, there was a rap at the door. Jo went and opened it and in came Ellen…

Ellen: “oh honey you’ve grown so much since we last saw you… but now your getting married oh honey, he seems like a very nice man, but i take it from the rush and the hush hush of the wedding that it is a long and crazy story and a really good explanation behind this…”

YN: “it is a really interesting conversation… ill explain later or you can grill Dean for it… but it would mean alot to me Ellen if you and Jo would help me get ready… to look fabulous for the day my life gets back on track.”

Both the ladies in that room with you nodded they sat you down in the chair and had you start going through the bags deciding what kind of lingere to wear with the dress, and what to do with your hair and your nails and it was just a blast… then came time for the dress.. This was the moment you, Jo and Ellen had all been waiting for, with your hair and nails done you felt the fabric slide over your skin, the low moan that left your lips was your thought of Arthur and how he felt against you.

Til this second you hadnt looked in the mirror for the nervous feeling that was gripping you tight was far to great. It wasnt till Ellen and Jo stood you in front of the closet mirror with your eyes closed that the nervous feeling kinda subsided.. It went away faster when they revealed to you your reflection in the mirror.

You put your hands over your mouth for 2 seconds before moving them down your body… then letting out a low squeal of joy, you spun round in the dress. Ellen and Jo snapping photos from every angle…

Jo: “that dress is sexy girl!!!”

Ellen: “YN, that dress is hella purty… your brother has good taste…”

YN: “yes it appears he does.. But i dont understand how the hell could he afford this… ive seen this particular dress, it was like super expensive… how did he afford this…”

Ellen: “your brother went and entered a blackjack tourney while on a hunt… Sam was investigating while Dean was cleaning house.. He used a luck charm he got from a psychic named Pamela Barnes. He said that it was the most he had ever won… but he said that he wanted to put the money away for something for you… something of a peace offering for putting your life and training through hell and back.”

Your eyes went wide, you knew your brother was a gambling shark but to hear that Dean changed his direction while on a hunting trip, just to make enough money to ensure your own happiness.

You were unsure of how to respond… You were now helping Jo do her hair and do her dress up as you girls had done for ages on many numerous occasions.

YN: "my brother strayed from a hunt, just to make money to secure my happiness… Why would he do that? Hunting is more important than my happiness.”

Dean who had been standing in the door way, stepped into the room and spoke.

Dean: “cause you are the most important thing in my life. Being your big brother I wanted to make ensure that your future would be secure even after Sam and I were gone. We could not let you have the Winchester curse of swindling and card scams and and and… I know your still skeptical on marrying Arthur, but right now I can tell you this, the way that it looks out there and then way you look sis, this day is your day. Today is your inheritance. Today is your beginning to do and accomplish what Sam and I have never been able to… I know we were tough on you, but that was out way of protecting you. Anyway I’m here to escort you down the aisle sis. They are ready when you are…”

YN: “Jo Ellen can you guys give me a few moments alone with my brother?"

Both ellen and Jo left the room, this left you and Dean alone.

Dean: "you look exquisite in that dress sis! I knew I made the right choice.”

YN: “I hope someone else sees it that way. I know you are happy for me, but someone in the universe set this, my destiny in motion many a year ago.. Dean I don’t blame you or Sam for hiding the truth, I just wish I would have known about what was gonna happen to me. I love you bro, both you and Sam are the most important things to me. I’m so glad you guys are here to be with me on my wedding day. But bro be honest with me now, what danger is so important that you guys made this deal for the colt.”

Dean: “There is a darkness that is descending upon the world. It’s so bad that we figure having the colt not knowing what we are up against is a good idea. We also figure we can teach you how to hunt like a Winchester and secure your future before we get caught up in this war… This marriage is both your safe haven and your security. Both yours and Arthur’s names are the emergency fail safes on the lease for the impala and the storage container, Bobby’s yard!/house, the roadhouse and of course the bunker. Should me and Sam no longer be around to do anything concerning any of those places or it’s people we had you guys put down. There are also forms for you both to sign regarding the Winchester wills mine and Sam’s if this battle with the darkness goes south all we have is yours and Arthur’s.”

Sam walks in a few moments later and let’s off a whistle…

Sam: “my God sis you look amazing!”

Dean: “doesn’t she just look purty! Is everyone ready?"

Sam nods…

Sam: "yes and everyone is waiting on YN… TheyThey sent me back to find out what’s happening?"

Dean looks at you and you turn away so your brothers don’t see you cry… But they didn’t leave, instead they came up behind you and hugged you… This moment was when you just let the tears fall… both your brothers had you in a group hug, you felt so blessed to have brothers that cared enough to protect you like this.

YN: "thank you for being the best big brothers I could ever have asked for."

Both Sam and Dean sniffle but when you guys broke the hug Sam went back to the door and smiled.

Sam: "see you out there shortly…"

You straightened out and turned to your brother who was holding his arm toward you.

Dean: "ready to do this step sis?"

YN: "so long as you don’t let me fall bro…"

Dean: "you won’t fall not so long as I’m holding onto you."

You stook his arm as Dean sent a message to start the music, through the hall you could hear the start of So Close by John McLaughlin… Then you rounded the corner with Dean just as the crowd turned to see you.

The one set of eyes you locked yours into was Arthurs your only saving grace was those blue eyes making your body feel weak, but making you feel like you wanted to jump him right then right there.

The only thing you were focusing on right then were his eyes, Dean was making sure you didn’t fall, he knew your eyes were locked to Arthur’s but he also was the one thing keeping you from falling..

Reaching the end of the aisle Dean stood there beside you with Sam on the other side of you.

The ceremony then went something like this:

Castiel: "friends and honored guests both in person and on the internet, welcome to the wedding of YN Winchester and Arthur Ketch, who gives this woman to be with this man."

Dean and Sam: "we do.."

Castiel: "will one of you place her hand in his and say repeat after me.."

Dean allowed Sam to do this part since Dean brought you down the aisle… Sam took your left hand and placed it in Arthurs… Castiel got ready to speak again…

Castiel: "do you promise Swearing in good faith to release this young woman into the care of this man whose heart now captivates the heart of your dear sister here? Do you also swear not to take for granted the life you and Dean gave your sister to live even if you were concealing the truth from her.? You may now say your vow on behalf of you and your brother. "

Sam: "YN, we concealed the truth from you as per to our parents wishes, but we made the decision to not tell you the truth when you technically came of age again. Cause you were so happy just training with us and helping us do research. We didn’t want to burden you with the hunters curse information and make you worry. So on profession of our good faith and trust, do so release our sister YN into her marriage to Arthur Ketch. We also swear not to take the life we let her lead for granted cause in the end of it we were just protecting her for the sake of our parents will. We love you so much biscuit, we hope you can be happy enough to allow the Winchester legacy to continue ever more through you.”

To hear your brother say those words made you start to cry as Sam placed a kiss to your cheek, he then backed away and left you with Arthur at the alter. Castiel continued.

Castiel: “very well… marriage in the eyes of God and the hosts is how the love we give is the love we receive. Marriage is how what we are here to celebrate today… The bond that unites the souls of YN and Arthur is the same bond that unites an alpha with their omega… No manner of being is powerful enough to break that bond, Not even God himself. Now before we exchange rings and vows does anyone object to this union?”

No one spoke up so Cas continued…

Castiel: “it’s time for the rings and the vows. When your ready Arthur you can place the ring on YNs left hand and say the vows you have for her.”

Arthur takes the ring places it on your finger and begins to speak.

Arthur: “my beautiful YN, my angel, my beauty to my beast. I love how much you have meant to me these last few hours. I know that learning the truth has not been easy for you, but knowing your now my claimed Omega had put my life back on track. Now i feel whole, for the first time in my life i have clarity and now i have a bright bright future. I love you so much my love. You are my new guiding star which i promise to love, cherish, honor, protect and care for for the rest of my natural life… i promise to uphold the basic deeds and to share the responsibilities of a husband. Neither of us ever have to walk the life of a hunter alone again.”

You felt the cool band on your finger and picked up his and did the same thing he just did to you.

YN: “Arthur, for years i was subjected to the protection of my brothers brought on by my parents wish left in their will. I now know my own strength has been within me this entire time. My sheer force of will was shown when i was training earlier it was like i had another person inside of me fighting to get out. But you brought me back from the edge of disaster, you brought me out of the dark. For that I will ever more be grateful. From hence forth I swear to protect, love, cherish, honor, respect, and care for you for the rest of our lives. I hope one day in the future when we have a family of our own, we will not make the mistake of hiding this from our kids. That we will tell them the truth no matter the consequences. I love you Arthur, always and forever!”

Castiel continued speaking for it was now time to sign the papers and do the heavenly blessing.

Castiel: “now it’s time for our couple to come over here to sign the marriage papers for both Britain and USA. Legalities are a pain in the ass. Please wait patiently while they sign these documents.”

Both you and Arthur went to the table off to the side to sign the papers, after a total of 15 signatures on 6 different documents, you both took place once more in front of Cas in front of the crowd.

Castiel: “now as an Angel of the Lord, i am honored to bestow the heavenly blessing on these two…”

At that moment the room kinda darkened as Cas began to speak again.

Castiel: “By the powers of Heaven and its hosts i honorably bestow to thee the blessings written for thee in the book of knowing, that by the book all things are written so they shall be… this couple in the book of heaven has the following to be bestowed to them this day: Fertility, wisdom, strength, faith and many more. The will of the almighty who wrote the book is that you both live the life you have together and never let anything stand between you. On that note, it is my esteemed honor to introduce to you for the first time Mr and Mrs Arthur and YN Ketch. Arthur you may now kiss your bride.”

The entire room was exploding with applause. You giggled as Arthur pulled you square to his chest and kissed you passionately. Camera lights snapped and cheering errupted. The kiss lasted for a few moments.

Then came the first dance… you of course had danced before but not like this… not at something celebrating you, of course dancing now with Arthur, your husband (geez that was gonna take some getting used to), making out a bit on the dancefloor. Was the highlight of your evening.

Then the time for you and Arthur to give a speech was up… after the speeches that Sam, Dean, and Jo gave you and Arthur couldnt possibly do any worse.

Arthur: “thank you all so much for supporting us. I know i havent known all of you for that long but now having married one person who is most important to many of you im sure we will become good friends in no time at all.”

YN: “i have a couple of thank yous to give out… the first one is to Castiel, thanks Cas for directing the ceremony and for the decoration this is really spectacular. The next thank you goes to my best friend Jo, you are like my sister thank you for helping me get ready for this eventful evening which is why i have to also tie this thank you in with the one i have for Dean… would the both of you just make a move already… i have heard both ends of your love story for both sides… Bro would you do me a favor and kiss her already… i know this is my day but that doesnt mean you cant take 5 seconds and tell Jo how you really feel about her… plus i want to see you happy Bro… oh and Dean thank you for everything from introducing us earlier this day to getting me a dress ahead of time and all the other details in there… im sorry for being such a pain in the ass little sister. I hope you find some happiness with Jo… honestly you guys deserve to be happy with eachother. And finally to my husband, Arthur what i said in my vows, I remembered what happened in the garage it honestly terrified me… i cant believe i almost hurt you… but you claiming me brought me out of the dark and back to the light. I cant begin to imagine what that must have been like for you. And i know you and i have growing to do as a couple, i look forward to the day when we can look back on the events of this day from our meeting till now and see the journey of a thousand miles in one simple day. So thank you for being my kryptonite…”

Arthur: “on top of those thank yous i would also like to thank Sam and Dean for helping to raise such a feisty young woman, i am honored to call you two brother.”

Castiel steps up again and a kind of silent ish bell chimes.

Castiel: “its time for the consummation… those who were told ahead of time to witness this please follow us now but those that were not please enjoy the festivites as they do continue. The bar is fully stocked please enjoy your time.”

Arthur and You went followed by 10 other people to your room. Where it now looked like that of what would be in a palace. Arthur of course carried you over the threshhold and gently set you back on your feet as the crowd poured in watching as the following took place:

Arthur helping to undo your dress

You helping Arthur out of his shirt and unbuckling his pants, watching as he pushed them off.

Arthur then laying you down on the bed, diving himself between your legs his eyes locked to your own. His hard cock positioned at the entrance to your pussy.

Arthur: “just focus on me… no one else here matters right now. Its you and me right now. This is about us… ill go slow…”

YN: “i trust you…”

Arthur kissed you passionately as he thrust his hard cock into your pussy at the same time.

You could feel the darkness melting into a corner, you felt comfortable, you felt normal… that feeling was the feeling of you coming into the powers of both your Alpha and Omega sides blending.

*epilogue*

Twas the next morning that you both woke up to a knock at the door. Covering up you both stayed in bed cuddling…

Arthur: “enter.”

Dean enters the room and clears his throat…

Dean: “Sam and i were gonna go on those hunts later if you guys are interested in joining. Believe me when i say that these hunts are gonna be amazing. Cas already took on the ghost… which is fine… that leave the fun stuff for us 4 to deal with. What do you guys say?”

Arthur looked down at you and you looked up at him, then both of you back at your brothers.

Arthur: “sounds like a family hunting trip… hows about it babe? Ready to hunt!”

YN: “saving people, hunting things, it truly is the family business… when do we leave?”

Arthur reaches beside the bed and into his bag pulling out a box and tossing it to Dean. Dean opens it and brings it over to show you… The Colt.

Arthur: “as promised Brother here is the colt back now in your possession.”

~thats all folks~

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legion1993 · 5 years ago

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Arranged to Keep Her Safe

title: Arranged to keep her safe

pairing: Ketch x Sister!Reader

kink square filled: Accent Kink

dark square filled: Ketch

heaven & Hell square filled: the colt

ABO square filled: arranged marriage

Rating: 18+

tags: Alpha claiming omega, Presenting as both Alpha and omega, fighting, vaginal penetration (like in the last few paragraphs), flirtation, making out, blood, sibling training

word count: 9,777

Created for @spndarkbingo @spnkinkbingo @heavenandhellbingo @spnabobingo

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hunting for any reason at all is something you have always wanted to do… but your brothers Sam & Dean Winchester weren’t going to let you…

it wasn’t Cas or anyone you knew, it was someone new… someone who looked like he was striking a deal of sorts with your brothers.

Dean came over to you while Sam stayed talking with the mysterious guest.

Dean: “come sis, let’s go for a walk.”

Dean: “I’m guessing you have questions about the hush hush visitor.”

You nodded. Very unsure if you wanted to hear your brother’s answers.

YN: “who is he first of all?”

Dean was a little shocked, he had never heard you raise your voice at him like ever… That kinda hurt him, but how else was he expecting you to react after all he just dropped bomb central on you.

You were pacing, you had no idea what the hell was happening, your brothers were auctioning your life, your future.

YN: "what could possibly be so important that you and Sam would gamble my future away?"