You Gonna be Happy

Lover of all things   Masterlist

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Am I the only one that gets turned off from reading fanfiction that has ai covers? Like there are billions of pictures on the internet of hot men and women... and you chose to participate in killing the earth to generate it, for what?

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I was literally working on some cute dilf x dance teacher shit but no these mf's have got me feral and now I need some casino mafia vibes

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BTS - BUTTER

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Strangle me

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Pls murder me I have nothing left to live for after watching that video. ALSO CAN WE TAKE A FUCKI* MINUTE TO TALK ABOUT JHOPES ARMS! Strangle my pwease 🥺🙂

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Maybe some ideas for the ot7 x platonic reader could be the boys being overprotective of the reader? super basic and everyone does it but it’s the only one i could think of lol

This is kind of related? Sorry its short 

Pairing: BTS x 8th member (fem reader) 

Warnings: Sexism (I hate men) 

Word Count: 280

Summary: Good interviewers are hard to come by 

"You should smile more." It took a minute for you to realize the interviewer was talking to you directly. "...excuse me?" "I'm just saying, let the boys do the serious acting. You're just there for the male army's, right? It’s rude not to give them what they want." You breathed slowly through your nose, a handful of swear words running through your head at the idiotic interviewer's question, some American idiot who was only interviewing you for the attention and clout. "So when Jungkook doesn't smile, he's hot, but when I don't smile, I'm rude?" The interviewer chuckled as if you had just told a funny joke, "well, maybe if you smiled at me, I could tell you if you're hot." You felt the air stiffen and Namjoon, who sat beside you, spoke up first, "Hey Jin, if we smile more, we'd get better interviewers." Jin, who sat to your left, took both of his middle fingers and used them to lift his lips in a way that puckered his face and snarled his teeth. You took a glance behind you to see the rest of the members doing the same. "Smiles don't win billboard music awards; talent does." You leaned forward, your elbows pressing down on your thighs as you sat in a mocking position with your face in your hands. "How many awards do you have?"

It's safe to say you went viral overnight, and despite the half-assed talk you got from management despite the fact everyone agreed you were in the right, you didn't regret it at all. And at the concert that very night, when you were supposed to do a smile and a wave for your last line, you snarled it.

Army went wild.

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Hi do you take request ?If yes, can you do a platonic BTS x reader where reader is coming out to them ?

(I’m personally Bi , aro ,ace and non binary,but if you’d rather do something else it’s fine too!)

Sexual Identity Crisis 

Pairing: 8th member x bts (platonic)

Word Count: 1.6k 

A/N: I hope you don't mind but I made the reader bisexual and use she/them pronouns, I also made it platonic as in 8th member. Hope you like it! (this is unedited so sorry for grammer)

It was the little things that you first started to notice.

The way you would blush on stage during a performance when an army would call your name. The squeals for your attention no longer embarrassing or cute but stirring something deep within you. You never liked the idea of dating as an artist, too much drama, too many things, too many feelings.

But it wasn't until you were preparing for one of your solo songs, one of the noona artists your age fixing up your makeup, you started to notice. You started paying attention to the way some of the noona's would wear leggings that fit tight to their bodies, or how gentle their hands felt on you.

It only confused you more when you felt the same for guys. The harsh jawline, the big hands, thinking about it made you flush.

During interviews, as you sat next to your brothers, and tried not to seem as disinterested as you felt, they would ask you the question.

"Who is your ideal type?"

Images. Images of curvy bodies and plush skin, hard stomachs, gentle hands to caress your face, and thick fingers to ground you.

"I don't think I have a type." You respond with a smile. Deflect a few more questions, just as you deflected the feelings within.

Whenever you felt panicked you liked to make lists. You were good at that. A few things to take note of,

One: You might not be straight.

Then you met Shawn Mendes and Camilla Cabello and fuck you've never wanted to have a threesome so bad.

One: You're bisexual.

Then you had another jaw-dropping, mind-altering revelation.

It was caused by TikTok. BigHit thought it would be a great idea for BTS as a band to post a series of TikToks to help gain attraction and give content to the fans.

It was really fun.

Pulling pranks on the boys like cutting the power in Jungkooks room when he was playing video games or handing Jin salt instead of sugar for his coffee gained a huge following.

But on rainy days when you had no work to do (which rarely happened), instead of making videos, you would scroll through the app. It caused your heart to stutter, the users on the app who smirked and winked at the camera made you feel so nervous. As if someone would spot you and your secret would be revealed to the world.

But then your eyes would linger on a few guys. As the only girl in BTS oftentimes you were trademarked to be the girly girl, or on the extremist side of the gender spectrum. But you had always secretly wished to hold the same power your brothers did. Some days you hated the weight on your chest and wished your boobs could pop right off. You wanted to be like Jimin who was so fluid in his gender identity and wear tux's and give

smolders to the fans.

Two: Your pronouns were she/they.

Three: You need to tell your brothers.

Well, you didn't need to tell them. But you wanted to. As the youngest and declared golden maknae duo with Jungkook, they had practically raised you.

You love them.

You started small.

"Hey, Hoseok, have you seen (G)I-DLE's new music video, oh my god'?"

You were in the dance studio refining the black swan dance for an upcoming performance when you asked him. Taking a chug of water as you watched his reaction.

"Of course I did! They're trending right now, after I watched the teaser video I was hooked."

"Soojin looked hot." Fuck, you meant to bring it up more calmly but it comes out rushed in one breath.

You feel yourself flush but get back onto the dance floor, hoping that it will pass off as exhaustion.

"If you want to hang out with her, I'm sure PR won't have an issue with it," Jin comments from the side, and you just nod hoping to change the conversation.

The next time it happened, you and the boys were traveling in America to go on James Cordon's show. It was supposed to be a casual interview but nothing ever casual in America.

"So Jungkook, (y/n), you were at the Grammys a couple of weeks ago, right?"

You and jungkook both nod, and you get a strange pit in your stomach for being called out like that.

"Well, you both had such strong reactions to meeting them!" Oh shit oh shit oh shit.

"(y/n) Shawn Mendes is quite beautiful, isn't he?"

"I think a lot of people are beautiful, but he is very good looking." You wince as you feel Namjoons gaze burn into the back of your head.

"Interesting."

James continues asking questions to your brothers and delves into several female celebrities, and after what feels like forever, it's over.

Then you're in the car with Taehyung, Jin, and Jungkook and the maknae starts to mimic you.

"I think a lot of people are beautiful but Shawn Mendes is so cute oh I could look into his eyes forever-

"Shut up Kook!" and then you take a breath and mumble under your breath,

"Camilla is pretty too." Little did you know that Jungkook was too busy making kissy faces to hear you, but Jin and Taehyung definitely share a look.

The third time is when the band is having a dress rehearsal and the style is very edgy and the boys are dressed in jewelry and punk rock and eyeliner, but they want to put you in this white frilly dress even though you have to dance, and...and you just don't want it.

So when one of the Noonas isn't looking you grab one of Yoongis discarded outfits and put it on, a pair of black skinny jeans, a metal chain, and a white tea with a black suit blazer.

When you go to show the boys they don't make a fuss, and you hope no one notices it's not your original outfit. But then one of the noonas is bringing you the dress and you're casually walking away from her but she starts to shout,

"(y/n), isn't this your original outfit? Where did you find that?"

But then Jimin is throwing an arm around you and glancing you up and down, "Ugh, our little maknae is growing up, can she wear this instead noona?"

And the girl just huffs out a fine while Jimin pats your cheek lovingly, "I got your back."

But you never could have imagined telling them like this. You wanted to sit all of them down and pass around hot chocolate and have a revelation about your sexuality and gender status.

But no, nothing can ever go your way.

Hobi was introducing Becky G to the 7 of you in person. It was a few months after chicken noodle soup had come out and she had decided to stop in Korea for a break on her solo tour. Hobi thought it was only right for the rest of BTS to meet her since they had worked so well together.

It was the way she walked into the room with so much confidence, wearing whatever the hell she wanted, and glancing at you with a wink as she bowed and repeated the mantra she had been learning for weeks.

"Annyeonghaseyo, (y/n)!" Respond back to her, it's not that hard. Just say hello.

"I'm so fucking gay."

You could literally feel the temperature in the room change and even some of your security guards passed you a look.

Shit.

"Well not like, fully gay, I'm bisexual."

Why are you still talking!?

An awkward chuckle left your mouth as sets of eyes stared at you, and as if you couldn't make things any more uncomfortable, you added,

"I want to use she/they pronouns."

"(y/n), love, we aren't mad." You had just arrived back at the dorms and immediately sprinted for your room but Namjoon was hot on your heels.

"Got her." You squealed as Jungkook wrapped his arm around you and practically dragged you to the common area.

"So you swing both ways?" Jimin added nonchalantly both of his legs tossed over your lap, "that is the best way to live life, dear."

"Jimin! Not helping" Jin berated before taking a seat next to you on the couch,

"How long have you known?"

"I feel like, subconsciously I've known for a while, but I didn't really accept it until six months ago."

Jin winces at your words,

"did you think we would be mad? Six months is a long time."

"It must have been hard to keep that to yourself," Yoongi adds, rubbing a soft circle into your palm.

Namjoon sighs from the loveseat next to Tae, "Look, (y/n), you're our little sister, and we will never be mad at you for doing what you need to do to be comfortable in your own skin."

"We'll always support you, in fact, if you need any lady advice-" Tae's suggestive smirk is cut off by Hobi who smacks him on the back of the head.

"Now is not the time!?"

"Whether or not you want to go public with this information is up to you, but we'll need to talk to Bang PD if so." You nod at Namjoons words but thinking about going public makes your head spin.

"But Namjoon, if they don't want to, we can keep it our little secret, right?" Jimin's use of the pronoun causes you to shift your eyes to him, and before you know it you're attacking him in a hug.

Namjoon adds with a smile on his face,

"of course, whenever they're ready."

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Can you do more ot7 bts x platonic reader please?? i love the ones that you do they’re so sweet

Awww of course! If you have requests feel free to ask! If not I'll think of something!

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Are you working on part 4 for prof kim taehyung??

Yes! Sorry I'm in midterms right now so things have been really crazy! But its definitely in the works and I'll release a teaser when it's close to done. It will definitely be out by the end of the month

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Professor Kim? 3

Pairing: College Professor!Taehyung x Student!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Underage Drinking! (I am not encouraging this in any way) Age gap (like 5 years), almost smut, grinding, swear words, peer-pressure,

Summary: You should not be doing this. You should not be at a bar, you should not be kissing this stranger, and this stranger should definitely not be your teacher.

You have a habit of doing things you shouldn't, like your professor.

1 2 3 

"You gave me a C? On the first project!?" I whisper shouted at Taehyung who sat behind his mahogany desk, some students from office hours watching us curiously from the back. "Mrs. (l/n), is there a problem?" Tae raised his brows at me as if tempting me to act out in front of everyone. "You gave me a C on my first fiction writing assignment. I don't understand why."  

He hummed in thought and gestured to an empty chair beside him. "Why don't you pull up a chair and we can talk about it?" I growled under my breath but listened to him nevertheless, plopping down in the chair while Tae gave me a subtle glare. He held out his hand for the paper and I slid it towards him, watching as he analyzed and flipped through the pages. "Oh, I know why I gave you a C." I breathed out a sigh of relief, thinking it was some sort of mistake. "You're holding back." "What?!" I whisper shouted, my eyes bulging at his assessment. If anything I outdid the assignment, four pages of exactly what he asked for. He asked for a ghost story, I gave him one. "I'm not holding back." The jerk freaking scoffed at me and then decided to chuckle. My fists clenched at the fabric on my legs, my mind running haywire at the new information. "Yes, you are. Here, look." He pointed out several points in my paper, "you suddenly cut your thought process off and don't explain any of your main thoughts. Why is she in a graveyard, you write the ghost she found is half man, what does that mean?" I fell into silence and just stared at my paper as if it was some foreign object. "Don't take my class if you're gonna half-ass it." I whipped my head towards Taehyung at his comment, but he wasn't even looking at me. Focusing on a stack of papers to grade, marking one of the papers with an A in red ink. "If you hate me so much why don't you just kick me out of your class," I muttered, not expecting him to hear me. "Hate you?" He chuckled, and for some reason, tears started to form in the corner of my eyes, not fully dripping but enough to make me vulnerable. “I’ve seen the way you ignore me by walking the other way, how you flinch if we get close, or how you can’t even look at me around other people. You’re embarrassed by me, and I get it. I just," I struggled to get the words out and my lungs contracted as my breath stuttered. " I know I messed up that night, but I don't want to mess this up too.” Tae fell silent before softly muttering "(y/n)." He paused, “when I first met you, you told me that you write because it makes you happy. When you rewrite this, which you will, I want you to write as if it's not an assignment but a passion. I know you can do better (y/n), I won’t judge you so harshly if you stop putting constraints on yourself.” I nodded emotionlessly, ignoring Taehyung looks of concern. "Do you want to rewrite it here? It is office hours, maybe I can help?" A soft smile spread on his lips, and I saw what he was doing. Throwing me a rope to try and mend this broken relationship, a small push in finding stability in the craziness. "I think I'll go to the library. Thank you, I'll fix it." Before I could run out of the room, Tae was coursing me back. "(Y/n), I don’t hate you, if anything, the issue is you have better self-control than me.” He smiled sweetly at me, but I couldn't smile back.

I practically rewrote the whole piece. Staying at the library until my eyes were red and my mind was reeling for a break from writing. Grabbing my stuff I pushed open the exit to the library, only to be met with pitch blackness and the pounding sound of rapid rain. Thanks to the building I had a solid light source, but I anxiously hid under the dawning of the building, out of the rain. I didn't want my computer to get ruined in the rain and my dorm was on the other side of campus. I take a tentative step into the wet, cold, rain, a gasp escaping my lips. As if it wasn't bad enough a car pulls up right next to me and I fully expect to be splashed with puddle water. But instead of puddle water, I'm met with a lowering window and an opening side door. "Get in." 

In retrospect, it might not be smart to get into a car with a stranger, but if the weather breaks my computer, I'll have no reason to live. 

I hop into the passenger seat and shake my head from side to side to fling the water off of me. I'm met with a gentle chuckle that sends me whipping my head towards the driver and sends my body into an anxious chill, 

"I couldn't let you walk back in the rain." 

Kim Taehyung. I hum in agreement, trying to act cool as I slump into the leather seat. Tae shifts the gears and starts to drive, the car ride is quiet until I speak up, 

"I fixed my paper." Tae groans next to me and tilts his head towards me, his lips quirking upwards, 

"You stayed at the library till midnight to fix a paper I would have given you a weak to revise?" 

"11:30, and yes." Tae chuckles full-heartedly this time and his response releases a cage of butterflies into my body. 

"You are one of a kind love."

The rest of the ride is silent until his tires slide against the gravel, parking in front of the dorm complexes. "Try to stay warm tonight." "Thank you," I mutter and turn to leave, but I can't. My hand hovers over the door handle, but then my voice comes out, stronger and determined. Two adjectives that never fit me. “You told me not to hold back in my writing, right?” Tae raises an eyebrow, his hands on the wheel shifting to rub at his thighs. "Yes" "So I shouldn't hold back in real life." Tae's eyes widen and as if he knows what I'm gonna say he speaks with a sigh. "Y/n-" 

"No." I interrupt him and gaze at him with as much confidence, 

"Tae, this is hard. So hard. I can’t keep writing papers for you, hearing my classmates talk about you, see you around the halls, and not feel awkward. Don’t you feel the tension? Because every time I see you I go back to that night and I want to kiss you.” 

My eyes suddenly widen and all my confidence and firmness disappear. Embarrassment washing over me in waves. I just told him I wanted to kiss him. I look down at myself. Sticky and wet in nothing but a t-shirt that has some chocolate stains on the bottom, and a pair of sweatpants. I am the epidemy of gross. "Um-m, forget I said anything." I open the door and a patch of rain seeps through, but then a hand is reaching over and shutting it before I can leave. "Wait." I refuse to make eye contact with him, but when his fingers ghost across my chin and turn my eyes to meet his, I'm putty in his hands. Then he says it. The words I've been dreaming of since the night at the bar, the words that unleash a secret part of me. "I want to kiss you too." So I do. I don't know who leans in first but our breath is entangling and his warm hands are stroking my cold skin and leaving goosebumps in his wake. His hands travel lower until they are grabbing at my sweatpants, and it isn't until he's grabbing a leg till I realize what he wants and I climb into his lap. My own hands grabbing at the hair of his nape and pulling at the small dark strands. "What" mph, "if" I part for air but Taehyung chases after my lips as if he's addicted. "Get caught?" An embarrassing whine escapes me as he tugs my bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes piercing into mine at the action and the whispered words. "Tinted windows."

The dynamic is different now. Even though Tae and I did nothing past swallowing each other's lips, everything felt different. Even in class, surrounded by other students, he would pretend like it was just the two of us. "Y/n, what do you think about reading Beloved as our next book?" My mind faltered, and I raised an eyebrow at him, two could play at this game. "Do you think you're capable of teaching Beloved?" A boy to my right made an audible gasp while others chuckled at my bold words. "I'm very capable." His smirk made my knees wobble under my desk. I hate him.

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Broadway inspired BTS imagines 

                  Warnings will be updated as pieces get written. 

Satisfied

Kim Namjoon as Alexander Hamilton 

Song Rec: Helpless and Satisfied from Hamilton 

Jungkook loves you so much, that he never told you how deeply he fell in love with your husband.

Warnings: Sibling agnst, cheating, infidelity, mentions of sex, mentions of oral sex, mxm action, lots of angst

Completed 

Jung Hoseok as Wednesday Adams

Song Rec: Crazier than you from The Adams Family 

You’re willing to go to the extremes to prove that you can get crazy, that you can act just like him. 

Warnings: 

Inprogress

Kim Seokjin as Spongebob Squarepants 

Song Rec: Just a Simple Sponge from Spongebob the musical 

Jins anxious to prove to his bandmates his worth and that there's a reason he's in one of the most successful boybands. 

Warnings: 

Incomplete

Park Jimin as Evan Hanson

Song Rec: Waving through a window from Dear Evan Hanson

Jimin is trapped due to his anxiety and self consciousness, and just when he thought he was alone, their you were. Waving through his window.

Warnings: 

Incomplete

Min Yoongi as JD

Song Rec: Dead Girl Walking from Heathers

Touch me. Pull my hair. Touch me their, their, th-ah!

Warnings: 

Incomplete

Kim Taehyung as Beetlejuice 

Song Rec: Say My Name from Beetlejuice the musical 

After your mom died you've felt so helpless and after catching your dad with another woman you attempt to jump off the roof of your house to kill yourself.  But a demon straight from hell finds you first. 

Warnings: Talk of suicide

Incomplete

Jungkook as Michael 

Song Rec: Michael in the Bathroom from Be More Chill 

You just so happen to find yourself hiding in the bathroom with a complete stranger 

Warnings:

Incomplete

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Alright but imagine this, 

BTS as broadway characters. 

Think of it...

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Rogue Firebender 2

Pairing: Firebending! Jeon Jungkook x Firebending! Fem! Reader (slight Jimin x Taehyung) 

Summary: The order has given you a mission to take down the firebird but when Jungkook gets involved your plan might take a turn for the worst. 

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, death, blood, talk of consent, oral sex (m rec.), rimming, swear words, switch! reader, switch! Jungkook, as always Jungkook is a bit of an asshole.

Word Count: 6.5K

A/N: Damn I went off on this one, hope y’all like it. 

Based on Avatar the Last Airbender

Part 1 

A hard shove pushes me to the ground. The skin of my knees collide against the hard concrete, and I feel my skin rip and warmblood ooze from my joints. With my wrists tied behind my back, a gag around my mouth, and my feet tied together, there really was no escape. Fire nation guards and citizens around me openly gasp as they stand in the courtyard in front of the palace, surprise paint across each of there faces at the sight of me, captured. I was caught.

Jungkook places a rough hand on my shoulder as he stands directly behind me, his voice lifting above the crowd.

"I have caught the rogue firebender, she is now a convict of the fire nation."

Jungkook pulls me to my feet and roughly drags me forward by my bindings. I turn my head slightly and make eye contact with him. The red and gold specks in his eyes darkening as he catches my stare on the black and purple bruise I gave him under his left eye. A smirk lifts my lips and he pinches my ribs in a warning, he's a good actor.

"The rogue firebender is now a prisoner of Fire Lord Ozai."

Confusing? How did I, the rogue firebender who refused to go anywhere near the fire nation, suddenly get dragged in as a prisoner? Let me start from the beginning.

My feet softly hit the ground of the marbled palace floors, insignias of a single flame hanging from banners of red and black. The bleak sky of midnight shielded me from the rotating guards and as quietly as I could I sneaked into the corridors, passing room after room until finally reaching him. I slowly lifted the pane of his window, slipping my body through and surveying the room. There wasn't a lot between the four walls, a mattress was pushed in the corner with a nightstand next to it, a bowl of water sitting on the wood. A lump laid on the mattress, covered in a pile of wool blankets. His body splayed out in a starfish manner and drool poured out of his mouth, his nose scrunching up as he rolled his head to the side. I grumbled in annoyance at the sight in front of me, how is he still annoying in his sleep?

I quietly stepped towards him, and then with a solid jump hopped onto his sleeping body, my hand covering his mouth before he could scream and my other hand holding his left wrist down before he could firebend. My legs tightened around his waist so he couldn't throw me off. His once closed eyes now screamed in confusion and hints of anger. I didn't blame him. The last time he saw me he thought I would willingly turn myself in, oh how the tides have changed.

A wet muscle slid against the skin of my hand and I pulled away in disgust,

"what the fuck Jung, did you just lick me?!"

He glared at me,

"What are you doing in the fire nation (y/n)." I shrugged and wiped my hand against Jungkook's chest, avoiding his scowl and the way his solid chest felt underneath me.

"I need a favor." 

He laughed, his shoulders shaking while his lips lifted manically.

"Are you kidding? You have sex with me, run, and then you expect me to do you a favor? I don't think so little rogue."

I frowned and roughly pushed against his chest with both hands,

"No. I don't think you understand little boy." Jungkook snarled at the hit while I got off of his chest.

"Everyone in the four nations thinks I'm dead because you told the fire nation you pushed me off a cliff, I've stayed hidden for your sake because I knew what Ozai would do to you if he found out I was alive."

I examined my nails calmy before looking back at him, he sat at the edge of his bed, his legs spread open and his eyes glaring daggers at me.

"You're going to catch me, and bring me to the fire lord as a prisoner." Jungkook's eyes suddenly widened, and he was in front of me in a second.

"I don't know what game you're play-"

"No games. I'm just blackmailing you."

Jungkook opened and closed his mouth, an inner fight of right and wrong expanding in his eyes.

"Think about it, and meet me in the woods north of the castle tomorrow at midnight."

Jungkook stepped forward to stop me, grab at my arm, but I was too quick and I sent a flame at the bowl of water by his nightstand. Smoke filled the air and provided the perfect cover as I escaped through the open window.

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My legs swung back and forth as I sat atop the tree branch connecting to the oak. The oak tree is one of the hundreds that littered the western woods, and under normal circumstances, I would despise sitting 60 feet high in the air, but it gave me the best cover if I needed to make a quick escape or hide from benders.

Every time I come in contact with Jungkook heights have to be involved. First a cliff, now tall tress, great.

I whipped my head to the left at the sound of a cracking branch, my eyes examining the ground for any sign of life.

A minute passed and nothing emerged from the path, my shoulders slumped in defeat at the thought of him not coming.

"Great hiding spot."

A short scream escaped my mouth as my body fell backward and almost fell to the ground if not for the hand that wrapped around my wrist.

"Hey, little rebel."

"You're a fucking idiot Jung."

"I could drop you right now."

"I could burn that pretty little face of yours."

"Aww, you think I'm pretty."

"Does little boy like being complimented?"

Jungkook pulled me up with a grunt and I clung to a different sturdy branch next to the one he was sitting on.

"Stop calling me that, you know I'm not little."

I smirked in pride, despite the blush spreading on my face from thinking about him, down there. "If you would rather compare penis sizes than focus on the task at hand, go ahead."

Before Jungkook could answer I started climbing down the tree, stepping from branch to branch while Jungkook followed me down.

"What exactly do you hope to accomplish (y/n)?"

Once my feet hit the solid ground I let out a sigh of relief, twisting my feet in the dirt and watching as it morphed under my weight.

"Well, I am a war criminal. So, you are going to tie me up, bring me to the palace, and give me to Ozai as a gift."

I crossed my arms over my chest while he took a step closer.

"You had me at tying you up, but what if we do that in private." Jungkook pulled me closer by a loop on my pants.

"Jungkook, think about it. I can't stay gone forever. If you bring me in now you won't get in trouble."

Jungkook looked at the ground, his flirting aura melting as his tongue prodded at the inside of his cheek.

"He's going to kill you. At least tell me you have a plan."

I did. But I still couldn't trust Jungkook. His loyalties were still to the fire lord.

"Don't worry about it."

"I don't want you to die." His answer was automatic, his eyes pleading as he made eye contact with me.

"Is that a yes?" His hand softly pressed against my right cheek, his thumb stroking the skin under my right eye.

He leaned forward and I tilted my head up, our lips meeting halfway in a mold of warmth. That was the only way to describe it, warmth. I forgot how safe it felt, being held in Jungkooks arms with the distraction of his lips that tasted like strawberries on a summer's day.

He pulled back slightly and muttered barely above a whisper,

"yes." Both of his hands cradled my face and I tugged on the fabric at his chest, pulling the two of us closer. Our tongues collided in a brutal battle of dominance and I held back the whine threatening to escape my lips at the way he groped my ass.

I pulled away and shoved him to the ground. Dust sprouting around him while I climbed on top of his lap,

"I'm gonna punch you now."

"WHAT!" Jungkoook suddenly flinched away while a chuckle left my throat.

"If you're going to bring me in it needs to look believable. I would never go in without a fight."

Jungkook tried to pull away from me but I grabbed at his chin, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth as I searched for the perfect spot. Jungkook let out a low whine and I whispered into his ear,

"don't worry, I'll be gentle."

"no, No, NO! (y/n)!!"

~

Jungkook grumbled while he cradled his face, a blue and purple bruise blossoming like a flower in spring.

"I can't believe you punched me."

"I can't believe you expected me not too." Jungkook pulled the rope tighter at my words and I winced while he sarcastically replied,

"sorry." Daylight was currently breaking and Jungkook was working on binding my wrists.

We sat in calm silence, the wind and chirping of the creatures of the woods lighting our ears.

"Why did you leave that night?" I tensed at the question and glared daggers at him,

"how do you still not get it?" I seethed. Jungkook glared back and pulled me closer by the bindings,

"if you wanted to escape so bad, why come here now? You know he's going to kill you, you should've come back with me when you had the chance."

"Oh, so you could flaunt about how you caught the Rogue Firebender" I mocked, "well good for you, the outcome is still the same."

"You're an idiot who doesn't think things through," Jungkook grumbled as he moved to tie my ankles. "You're clearly desperate if you have to ask me for help, and won't even tell me what you're planning," I swore my face burned red with anger, but there was nothing I could do. I bit my tongue to hold back the remarks and secrets that were screaming to come out. Not today.

"Remember when I spit on your face?" Jungkook scowled at the memory, "yeah it was disgusting."

I fought down the smile quirking its way up my lips.

"That was the best moment of my life."

Well, now you're all caught up. Here I am, being publicly dragged towards the nation's capital, surely about to die.

Not today.

Jungkook staggered in his steps as a fire nation general approached us. Blonde hair swept across his head and an expressionless emotion painted on his face like a canvas.

"What are you doing Tae?"

General Kim Taehyung was critically acclaimed for being the strongest lightning bender in history. He rose in ranks quickly due to his ability to redirect and cast lightning as if it was as easy as breathing.

"I was ordered to bring the rebel to the dungeons while you explain the situation to the fire lord."

Jungkook barely flinched beside me, but I could tell he was nervous. The way his grip on my arm tightened for barely a millisecond.

Tae placed a hand on Jungkook's shoulder, his eyes glowing as if a lightning storm was trapped inside them.

"Remember, I outrank you, Kook. Get going."

~

The door to my prison cell slammed shut behind us. The metal walls trapping us from the view of any passerby's.

"I'm going to kill you." Tae stalked towards me, pulling out a knife from behind him,

and cutting my ties.

"You go to Jungkook?! The plan is already unstable as it is, any mistakes and we're dead." Taehyung lectured, my ties and gag falling to the ground.

"When do we attack?" I asked, rubbing at the sore skin of my wrists.

"The invasion happens tomorrow." My eyes widened in panic and I strained my voice in a silent shout.

"Tomorrow! I thought I had at least a week to do recon?!"

Tae shrugged and flipped the knife in his hand.

"The air benders have agreed to aid in the invasion and the order feels if we don't strike now they will pull out in fear of fighting." My eyes widened in shock at the news,

"the air benders joined? That's incredible! I thought they were still in hiding?"

Tae shrugged, his eyes falling to the ground and a fond smile spread on his face,

"not all of them." His smile quickly vanished while he turned his sight back to me.

"Are you ready, for tomorrow?"

I opened my mouth to respond but Tae cuts in-

"I know we can beat him, but I'm worried about him. (Y/n), Jungkooks the second in command, he's young and loyal to a fault. We might have to fight Jungkook too."

A shattered breath escaped my lungs, this was a thought I had refused to believe. Maybe that's why I went to Jungkook instead of Taehyung to capture me.

"I know there's good in him, he just needs to see the truth first."

Tae nodded and then held up his forearm, my own tapping his.

"Tomorrow." He spoke,

"We kill the Firelord."

~

Meditation was not my strong suit. Sitting in silence with nothing but my thoughts to entertain my mind was basically the equivalence to jumping off a plane into a shark-infested active volcano.

But, I felt the occasion called for some 'inner-peace.'

Especially since my mind was running wild. My plans had made a complete u-turn, and the order hadn't even told me directly. I bit my tongue in annoyance, my eyes still squeezed shut as I sat criss-cross on the hard floor. The order was made up of a group of all benders, willing to restore a balance where all benders could live in harmony and equality.

Tae and I were given the task of taking down the fire lord, and in a few hours, we were going to kill him.

"Hey, little rebel."

A frown tugged my lips down but I kept my eyes closed,

"what do you want?" Jungkook chuckled at my question and I heard shuffling around me,

"can I not visit my favorite girl who just so happens to be my prisoner?"

I snorted at his words, "first of, not your girl. Secondly, how did you get in here without getting caught."

He hummed and I felt him get closer to me,

"Namjoons a buddy of mine."

Kim Namjoon. In charge of all prisoners and executions. Lucky for me he just so happened to be apart of the rebellion, if only Ozai knew how many of us were within his palace. Hidden within his ranks preparing to strike.

"You seem to have friends in high places."

He didn't respond verbally and I used the silence to bask in the meditation headspace, releasing a breath that relaxed my shoulders and eased my mind.

My eyes suddenly blinked open as my senses felt him, and the sight was something to be seen.

Jungkook sat directly in front of me, his warm breath coating my face as he sat in nothing but a pair of loose pants, shirtless.

"Why aren't you wearing a fucking shirt?" I growled in annoyance attempting to hide the blush threatening to curl onto my cheeks.

"I think the better question is" Jungkook leaned forward, whispering into my ear before tugging the lobe between his teeth, "why are you wearing still wearing yours?"

I fell back and glared at him as I leaned on my elbows,

"What makes you think I'd ever fuck you again?"

He shrugged and I glared at him, hating the wave of confidence that poured down him in waves.

"Because you might never get to fuck me again after tonight, and I'm willing to make it worth your while."

Before I could protest Jungkook was crawling on top of me, his forearms supporting his weight while he grinned down. My heart was ready to explode out of my chest, this all felt odd, It felt wrong. Maybe because my conscious was acting up and I knew I was going to betray him.

Instead of kissing me his lips started to attack my neck, his lips fluttering against the sensitive skin, sucking and biting wherever he could. His lips met the skin under my ear, sucking it while a broken moan left my mouth. "So sensitive baby."

His hands trailed down my body and he rid me of my shirt and pants, biting his lip while my body was exposed.

"You're so intoxicating, fuck." He groaned, his lips meeting mine in a swirl of passion, hot breaths colliding with one another. When his tongue finally met mine it was no longer a dance but a brutal battle that I was losing. His tongue practically invading my mouth and exploring every nook and cranny.

"I bet Taehyung didn't touch you like this." It took me a moment for his words to register in my brain, but when they did I practically fumed with annoyance at his jealousy.

"Are you fucking kiddi-ah." My head fell back as two of his finger speared through my vagina, twisting and turning with the help of my slick until reaching the spot that made my toes curl and my vision blur.

"Don't think I didn't see him walk out of here princess."

I glared at him while his eyes sparkled with mischief, "hands and knees baby."

I tempted telling him no, telling him that being jealous of Taehyung was ridiculous (I'm pretty sure Tae had a thing going with an Airbender anyways) and that I was going to hurt him in the end.

At my hesitance, Jungkook eyes darkened and he forcefully moved me into a hands and knees position, pushing down at the curve of my back so my ass would stick higher in the air.

"You're so fucking annoying." He growled, his fingers twisting inside me, pulling out only to push all the way back in.

I leaned my face on my hands, unbashful noises escaping from my lips. His fingers suddenly pulled out of my pussy and dragged backward, circling the rim of my hole that no one had ever touched.

"Jungkook" I whined at the new feeling my but wincing away from the newfound feeling until a harsh smack from his other hand hit my left cheek.

"Stop moving." He growled, while my mind stuttered in a haze as he started to grope the spot where I could feel the burn of a handprint. His long thick fingers clouding my brain while his thumb swirled my rim.

"Do you want me to eat your ass baby?" I nodded wordlessly, whines escaping my mouth at the way Jungkook's voice had dropped an octave.

"Beg for it."

My mouth processed before my brain could,

"please Jungkook I want it so bad. I want you to make me cum until I see stars. Please please." Tears started to form in the corner of my eyes and my body shook at the lack of pleasure.

"Good fucking girl." I heard him whisper just as a warm wet muscle circled and invaded my hole.

Feral noises escaped me as my ass grinded back into his mouth, his tongue getting even warmer as he practically made out with my ass. Sticking his tongue in and out, fucking me as if I wasn't being pushed to my limits. As if his tongue wasn't overwhelming enough he started to fuck me with his fingers. Three digits sticking inside and pulsing in and out, curling and making v like motions.

"Fuck!" I shouted, gasping while his thumb started to circle my clit, roughly bringing me to my release.

"Kook, fuck, I'm so close" I muttered between pants as his ministrations doubled until I was creaming around his fingers, my eyes squeezing shut-in the bliss of my orgasm.

I took a few steadying breaths to ground me to reality, but at the sound of his pants falling to the floor and the feeling of his dick probing my vagina my mind snapped back to reality.

"Wait!" I wince as I turn to him, my eyes wide and panicked while he stares at me strangely.

"I don't want to."

I meant for it to come out firm but it comes out soft, and unsure. Jungkook's eyes soften and he's nodding, working on pulling his pants back up.

"I'm-"

"It's okay." Jungkook chimes in a gentle smile lifting his face and despite the fact he's butt naked he looks so genuine and soft. "No means no."

A breath of relief escapes my lips, and determination suddenly sparks in me as I eye his very hard friend. My hands fall to his wrists and I stop him before he can lift his pants up.

"Let me help you."

His big doe eyes widen in shock as my fingernails trail lower and leave gentle scratches in its wake.

To be honest, I stopped Jungkook because I knew I would have to face the Firelord, and I knew how rough Jungkook could be. I didn't want to fall victim to being unable to walk.

But that didn't mean I couldn't help him.

On shaky legs I lean up on my knees, pushing his hips down until he gets the hint I want him to sit. His eyes are hooded as he watches me eye his dick. It's just as I remember, long and curved, and it seems to throb under my ministrations. I grab at the shaft, twisting my hand and raising it up and down while my other hand cups his balls, pinching and groping at the skin.

"Stop teasing" Jungkook groans roughly, his voice cracking with pleasure.

"Beg for it." I mock, repeating the same words he had used earlier. I smirk at the way Kook gawks, his eyebrows raising then furrowing in frustration.

"No" as soon as the snarl leaves his lips my hands are off him. "(Y/n)," he whines in protest, and my shit-eating grin just won't stop growing. "Only good little boys get what they want." Jungkook throws his head back with a whine and it would be a lie to say that wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen. The way his adam apple bulges as he breaths, the sweat pouring down his thick neck.

"(y/n)," he whines and my eyes snap back to his own that are wide and teary. "I want you so bad, you're mouth, hand anything." I smirk in satisfaction but pause when he keeps going, "I want you to call me a little slut and to suck my balls. I want you to keep going after I cum and punish me when I'm all sensitive, I want you to make me feel good."

...

My jaw drops, completely unprepared for the spew of words from him. My expression must have been apparent because Jungkooks teary-eyed face suddenly quirks up in a smirk,

that little fucker.

My hand wraps firmly around the tip of Jungkooks penis and he recoils back with a cry, my fingers twisting and turning as the squelching sound fills the room.

"Good because you're going to be sobbing when I'm done with you," I state firmly, my eyes never leaving his as I open my mouth and fit as much of him inside me. One of his hands cards through my hair, pushing my locks to the side but not tugging and pulling in a controlling manner. I glare up at him while I start to suck, moving my mouth up and down despite the fact my gag reflex starts to work up.

My fingers start to rub at the spot my mouth can't fit, playing with his balls, and a sudden determination fills me when he makes a high pitched sound I've never heard before.

Taking a breath through my nose I started to sink lower and lower until my nose is pressed flush against his pubes. Jungkook's whine is a drug, pure novocaine that excites me and leaves me wanting more.

But I can't stay there long because my head is starting to spin from the lack of air, and with a final suck I pull back, my mouth focusing on his tip, my tongue dragging a long strip from the base to his head.

"Don't stop I'm close." He pants, sweat pouring down his chiseled chests while my nails mark crescents into whatever skin I can find. Mutters of praise pass through his lips but I'm too focused on sucking his dick as if it was my last to hear him.

With a broken gasp his hand tightens on my hair, my mouth pressing tighter against his skin as ropes of cum string down my throat.  

I gulp it down as best as I can but some still escape from the corner of my mouth, when the bursts stop I pull away and take a grounding breath.

"You're amazing" Jungkook whispers as he pulls me closer to him, his eyes drooping shut-in exhaustion while he bear hugs my naked body to his. Sweat and the smell of cum infuses the air and we lay in silence with nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing.

Jungkooks fingers start to trace comforting circles on my stomach and my body melts into the floor like putty. His gentle humming fills the room and suddenly his fingers are ghosting over my burn on my abdomen,

"I won't let him hurt you."

Those are the last words I hear before my mind drifts and my body falls asleep.

~

When I wake up the entire world feels dizzy, my eyes are shaking and my hands struggling to hold myself up. For a minute I think I'm dreaming because my legs feel so unsteady and the world won't stop spinning. That's when I realize something,

the ground is literally shaking. I get dressed quickly, anticipation, and fear running through my veins as I imagine what is to come. It isn't until after I'm dressed when I notice Jungkook is gone and I barely have a moment to think about him before the door to my cell is being opened.

Kim Namjoon peaks his head in and gives me a firm nod which I return, and then he's gone. Running down the hallway to release more prisoners wrongfully jailed by the fire nation.  

I take off running, ignoring the sound of explosions that erupt in the distance. My feet carry me towards the exit to examine the damage of the palace, and when I finally hit the light I'm startled that I don't fall to the ground in shock.

The city that the palace overlooks is being overwhelmed by benders, flames, and earth and water spiking in different directions as the faint scream echos in the back of my ears. The palace guards are nowhere in sight, most likely occupied with the invaders of the rebellion. What shocks me the most is the people flying in the air with gliders, benders who I've never seen in my life. Ever since I was born Airbenders have been in hiding, and now to be fighting alongside them brings a smile to my face.

Speaking of airbenders, ones flying straight towards me.

In a panic I look down at my fire nation clothes and hold my hands up in surrender, "I'm on your side, I'm apart of the rebellion." A boy who looks my age lands in front of me, the air bending underneath him with a whoosh as he closes his orange and brown glider. His robes of yellow and orange sway in the wind and he steps forward, light on his feet as if he was the embodiment of a feather.

"Are you (y/n)?" He sounds too young for this war.

I nod and the boy takes a step forward, "I'm Jimin. Tae sent me. He's caught up helping a group of earthbenders, he refused to come with me until they were safe." Jimin starts to grumble near the end, talking as if he was annoyed at a child, and I suddenly know this is the Airbender Tae was talking about earlier.

"You should go help them," I speak up and Jimin gives me a nod,

"I will, but he wanted me to give you a message. Don't face the Firelord alone, wait for Tae." At those final words, Jimin turns swiftly as the airlifts him, his glider opening as he soars back towards the city.

In a feeble attempt to rid my anxiety I shout out the first thing that comes to mind, which just so happens to be the stupidest.

"Don't die!"

Guilt pours through my body in waves and I clutch my chest to stop the rapid beating of my heart. Tae is like a brother to me, but I can't listen to him. I can't wait, like I said, doing nothing was never my strong suit.

I race back inside the palace, my feet guiding me to the throne room where Ozai resides.

I'm about to turn the corner to the entrance of the throne room when I spot soldiers, I count quickly in my head, 6. Taking them on headfirst wouldn't be a smart option. I rack my brain for an answer, my eyes whipping from left to right, and then I look up.

The rafters.

Because the fire nation palace was inhabited by fire benders, the air was a crucial component to being spread evenly through the floors. The more air the easier it was to bend. If I could fit in the rafters I would be able to crawl into the throne room undetected.

"You never listen, huh?" I whip my head around to find Taehyung panting from running. His lip is bleeding and he holds his side in pain, but the worst part is he looks exhausted. The physical isn't the problem, we're all trained to push past our limits, but it's the mental that tears at my heart. The way his eyes darken from all the death he's seen, my breath catches in my throat,

"is Jimin-"

"He's okay, thank God." Tae leaves it at that, peaking his head around the corner to assess the situation. "I'm surprised you didn't run in there hell blazing. Do you have a plan?" He muses, and I scoff. "Actually I do. But I need a distraction." Taehyung clicks his tongue then gives me a look,

"I'll be back, don't die." He mutters and I watch in confusion as he runs out in the open.

"Quick, airbenders are attacking the front and we need to fortify the palace." The soldiers hesitantly follow Taehyung, and I grumble under my breath when I remember he's still in a fire nation clothes, he's still seen as a general.

I jump up and haul my upper body into the rafts, using my bending to help lift me up. Once I'm safely in the crisscrossed pattern, I start to crawl forward past the hall and into the throne room. I stay as silent as possible, watching as the room fades into pitch blackness, the only light illuminating the room coming from a wall of fire behind the throne.

And there on the chair of bones and tears sits the most hated man in the four nations, fire lord Ozai. He looks the same as when I remember him, lifeless eyes peering into breakable souls, ready to tear and rip at any insecurities. He leans back in his chair as if his nation isn't being invaded and I bite my tongue in frustration at the confidence that oozes from him. I want to kill him.

Without looking down, I jump to the ground. A glare on my face as I land 6 feet away.

"Rogue fire bender." He says in amusement and I frown, his voice has changed. A long time ago when I was still a general, his words held fear over me, as if his mouth spewed weapons that I couldn't overcome.

But now, he was nothing but a power-hungry man.

"Your reign as fire lord is over Ozai. Your city is overrun with the rebellion, your soldiers are dying in the streets or converting to overthrowing you. Step down now." My eyes narrow and my voice lowers, "or I'll kill you."

A moment of silence falls between us, and then Ozai's head is falling backward's, his long braided black hair swinging as he cackles, laughing and snorting while I stand my ground.

"As long as I am alive, people will always follow me, because fear wins."

I take a steadying breath and my stance changes from a powerful gaze to a fighting stance, my heart no longer beating out of fear but out of determination.

"Then I'll have to kill you." Ozai looks at me with amusement,

"you underestimate me, rogue. Kings always have pawns in their corner." The world seems to stop as Jungkook emerges from the shadows, his eyes downcast, and his hair blocking his face from me. "Jungkook, kill her."

Jungkook hesitates, and just when I think he's realizing the truth, a flame is sent straight towards my face. I jump out of the way quickly, my hands burning with a need to fight, to bend, but nothing comes out.

"Jungkook stop!" I shout, evading the attacks and dissipating the fire sent at me. He attacks with ferocity, playing on the offensive while I do nothing but defend.

I don't know why it's so hard. Maybe its because this is the exact room where I got my scar, and imaging hurting Jungkook the same way Ozai hurt me doesn't sit well.

I jump forward, gaining ground as I evade the flames and slide under his bending until I'm face to face with him, the two of us blocking and throwing punches at each other.

"I am not the enemy," I growl out, and then I see it. The good in his eyes begging to come out and be revealed to the surface, "Jungkook?" I mutter. Then a burning pain erupts through my body as his foot connects with my stomach, right on my scar.

I'm sent flying across the room, my frame rolling until I hit the wall with a smack. My body immediately curls in on itself from the pain and a broken sob escapes my throat as I struggle to breathe.

"Very good." Jungkook stands a few feet away from me, and I watch as Ozai stands behind him, his shadow overcoming the boy.

"You've always been like a son to me Jungkook. Because of that, I will allow you the honor of killing her."

Jungkooks answer has my blood boiling with rage,

"Kill her?"

Ozai shrugs, "kill her, burn her, cut off her head and hang it outside the walls for all I care. She is the sign of the rebellion, her death marks the end of this silly revolt."

I hate him, but he's right. My life is meaningless except for one thing, I have one task. I need to kill Ozai. I can't die like this. I struggle to sit up, my arms shaking with my body weight as my dry mouth opens, and my voice cracks.

"Kill me if you want, but you will never kill us. There will always be people who stand up against injustice, your reign is ending Ozai, with or without me."

Ozai's face screwed up in a snarl, "my patience is waiving Jungkook." Jungkook turned towards me, the same doe eyes I had met so many times before, "you know what the right thing to do is." I muttered, unsure of whether or not he heard me. Jungkook looked torn, standing there. Why is he so fucking useless when I need him the most?

"Fuck you, Jeon!" I jump to my feet, ignoring the way my body screams in protest and fire a flame at Ozai. He snapped towards me, rage burning in his eyes as he deflected the attack.

The robes around his shoulders fell, now shirtless he pulled back and harshly punched the air, large balls of flame flying my way. I swirled my arm in a circle and the flame evaporated in front of me.

Jungkook suddenly runs in front of me, his arms outstretched as tears threaten to fall in his eyes.

"if you ever cared about me you won't hurt her!"

Ozai sighs and holds his head down, his nose scrunching up in disappointment, "I had so much faith in you Jungkook. Now it looks like the King will have to kill off some of his players."

Jungkook pushed me behind him and suddenly the fire was spewing from him, kicks and punches all thrown in aim of Ozai.  

I needed a plan, and fast. If only Tae were here he could electrocute Ozai, but I'm sure Ozai knows how to redirect lightning.

Kook suddenly got blasted and skidded backward towards me,

"get up I have a plan." I pulled Jungkook to his feet, the two of us standing back to back while Ozai stalked forward.

"Do you mind sharing this one?" He asked, his voice gruff while I side-eyed him,

"remember the fire whips the man used the day we went into the village, I need you to subdue his arms and legs, but be careful of his mouth he can still breathe fire."

"What are you going to do?" His question irked me and I growled out annoyed. "don't worry about it." I shot a flame at Ozai, the two of us turning so we were shoulder to shoulder.

"I hate you," I mumbled, while Jungkook sighed dreamily,

"I love you." My eyes widened in shock and I turned to Jungkook but he was gone, running off with fire whips forming in his hands. My heart stuttered, but I ran back into action, distracting Ozai by sending a wave of an inferno at him. Red and orange flames lighting our skin. Once Jungkook had trapped the first hand, I got closer, kicking Ozai in the jaw and burning the skin on his arm.

I held my hand close to my chest, feeling the surge of energy spike as Ozai struggled and fought his bindings. Blue sparks started to emerge from my hand and overcome by the power, I looked at Ozai, red no longer highlighting us but electric blue.

"You might be a King Ozai, but I'm a fucking Queen." I pushed the palm of my hand against his bare chest, the sparks burning his ribs and causing his skin to smoke.

Once Ozai slumped to the ground, his body pale and not breathing, I felt myself collapse. The power-draining my life energy and my ability to stand. Jungkook caught me before I hit the floor, his warm hands brushing the hair out of my face,

"that was one hell of a plan." He chuckled and I smiled at the humor.

"(y/n)!" The door suddenly flew open and Tae ran in, his eyes scouring the area. First settling on Ozai, then rushing to my side.

"You did it." He said in amazement and I nodded in pride and exhaustion, we did it.

"Jungkoo-"

"I'm so sorry." Jungkook held me close to his chest, his eyes burning with pain. "I hurt you, and I'm an asshole, and I should have listened to you from the beginning."

"All of that is true." I joked, a gentle smile working its way up my face. We did it.

~

Jungkook stood outside the tent, pacing back and forth and I watched in amusement as he had yet to notice my presence. With a clearing of my thought, Jungkook suddenly whipped his head towards me, "what did the order say?! Did they approve of you killing Ozai?" It seemed so odd, it had only been two days after his death and everything was moving so fast.

"They asked me to be the new fire lord," I said in barely a breath, my own brain struggling to process my words. Jungkooks' face immediately broke out in a smile, his arms circling me in a hug and spinning me around in a circle with a laugh. "That's incredible! You have to say yes!"

I nervously looked at the floor as he put me down, "really?" He smiled softly and gently stroked my check,

"I couldn't imagine anyone else (y/n)." I leaned into his hand and let out a blissful sigh.

"Aww, my little rogue isn't so little anymore." Jungkook placed a sloppy kiss on my cheek and then laid his head in the crook of my neck."Queen (y/n) doesn't have a bad ring to it." His hand suddenly grabbed my ass and pulled me close, but with a giggle and a gentle shove I pushed him off.

"C'mon Jungkook. We still have to meet with Jimin and Tae." Jungkook shrugged, his hand interlacing with mine,

"they should just fuck already."

"Agreed." I hummed while a coy smirk played on the boy's lips,

"you know who else should fuck?"

"Jungkook!"

Taglist: @rebeccawoodrow​ @gee-nee​ @koochiekoo​ @justzeera​ @ggukkieland​ @plsky​@busansgloss​ @justinseagoll​ @topthis808​

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Rogue Firebender pt. 2 TEASER

Heres a teaser for part 2 

Pairing: Firebending! Jeon Jungkook x Firebending! Fem! Reader

Part 1 

A hard shove pushes me to the ground. The skin of my knees collide against the hard concrete, and I feel my skin rip and warm blood ooze from my joints. With my wrists tied behind my back, a gag around my mouth, and my feet tied together, there really was no escape. Fire nation guards and citizens around me openly gasp as they stand in the courtyard in front of the palace, surprise paint across each of there faces at the sight of me, captured. I was caught.

Jungkook places a rough hand on my shoulder as he stands directly behind me, his voice lifting above the crowd. 

"I have caught the rogue firebender, she is now a convict of the fire nation." 

Jungkook pulls me to my feet and roughly drags me forward by my bindings. I turn my head slightly and make eye contact with him. The red and gold specks in his eyes darkening as he catches my stare on the black and purple bruise I gave him under his left eye. A smirk lifts my lips and he pinches my ribs in a warning, he's a good actor. 

"The rogue firebender is now a prisoner of Fire Lord Ozai."

I’m tagging people who asked about part 2 or asked to be in taglist:  @rebeccawoodrow​ @gee-nee​ @koochiekoo​ @justzeera​ @ggukkieland​ @plsky​

@busansgloss​ @justinseagoll​

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Wooow rogue firebender was so good!! The plot, the characters, the everything. Jungkook being the golden boy but still wanting to be with y/n and being more soft with her, y/n being indepented and wants to make a difference *chefs kiss*. I hope that we might get a part 2?👀

YEEEET Im so glad you liked it! I might be posting a teaser for part 2 tonight 👀👀👀👀👀👀

Love y'all 

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Hello! I love Rogue Firebender - it's not so common to find ATLA-based fics. The ending waaah! Am I right to assume it will get a sequel? or is this a one-shot fic? You're doing great! Thanks for your story ❤❤❤

Thank you for the love and support! There will be a sequel to rogue firebender I'm just running on low fumes right now so it might take a few days. Also I want to hear peoples theories about what might happen next, what do you guys think of firebender jungkook? 😊

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME THERE WILL BE A ROGUE FIREBENDER PART TWO?? 😭😭

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Guess I have to write a part 2 then 🙄

[catsandstrawberries]

OMG!! rogue firebender was amazing, I truly hope you are going to continue it, I'd love to see how the characters develop !!

Thank you love! I honestly was just going to leave it on its own but so many people want a part 2, I might write another part lol