If anybody is looking for tickets for Vegas D3 and D4, the friend I am going with is selling a couple!
D3 - Wednesday, May 27
Section C109, Row 11 (facevalue: $709) - 2 tickets available✅✅
Reason for Selling: We got tickets we liked better in a different section
D4 - Thursday, May 28
Section C114, Row 6 (facevalue: $773) - 2 tickets available✅✅
Reason for Selling: We got 4 tickets but only needed 2
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She also has them listed on TickPick, so if you're more comfortable buying them there, I can send the links. However, because of fees, the price is higher.
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Pete crept down the hallway, following the man who he had just learned was the leader of the Russian group that was attempting to take over Thailand. Of course, Kinn and Porsche weren’t about to let that happen, so Pete had been sent in to get intel. He was one of the only omegas to work for the family, and they knew the Russians had outdated views on omegas, so it would work in their favor.
“He just went into the office at the end of the hallway. Heading in now,” Pete quietly spoke into his earpiece, waiting to get confirmation that Porsche had heard him before walking up to the office door.
Taking a deep breath to get in character, Pete stumbled into the door while opening it.
When Your Life’s at Stake - Vegas and Pete haven’t revealed their relationship to the family, but they get outed when an alpha uses his alpha command on Pete during a mission and puts his life in danger.
Vegas and Pete haven't revealed their relationship to the family, but they get outed when an alpha uses his alpha command on Pete during a mission and puts his life in danger.
Pete crept down the hallway, following the man who he had just learned was the leader of the Russian group that was attempting to take over Thailand. Of course, Kinn and Porsche weren’t about to let that happen, so Pete had been sent in to get intel. He was one of the only omegas to work for the family, and they knew the Russians had outdated views on omegas, so it would work in their favor.
“He just went into the office at the end of the hallway. Heading in now,” Pete quietly spoke into his earpiece, waiting to get confirmation that Porsche had heard him before walking up to the office door.
Taking a deep breath to get in character, Pete stumbled into the door while opening it.
Falling over his feet a couple steps into the room, Pete fake drunkenly slurred, “Oh! This isn’t the bathroom! Would you know where I could find the bathroom? I’ve had a bit too much to drink tonight.”
Pete got his feet under him after that, but still swayed on his feet to keep up the drunken act. Pete tried to inconspicuously take in the room. The alpha he had been following was sitting at a chair behind a desk. It looked like a pretty typical office, bookshelves and filing cabinets filling most of the rest of the space.
“Who are you? How did you get up here?” the alpha asked, eyes raking up and down Pete’s form.
“I was just looking for the bathroom. It’s too loud downstairs in the club, and I was hoping there was one up here!” Pete giggled. “And as for my name, it’s anything you want it to be, handsome.”
Pete wanted to gag at having to flirt with this alpha knowing he had an alpha of his own at home, but if it got the mission done, he would do it.
“There’s nothing for you up here. Go back downstairs,” the alpha replied, not taking Pete’s bait. “Wait, do I know you? You look familiar.”
Pete’s heart started thudding louder in his ears. He had been on a previous mission with Kinn when he met with this alpha, but Pete had been in the back of the room the entire time, and it’d been years. Kinn had assured him that the man wouldn’t know who he was.
The alpha squinted slightly, tilting his head to the side while he thought. Then a sly smirk grew on his face.
“Oh, I know who you are. You’re one of Kinn’s bitches. I wouldn’t move if I were you,” the man chuckled as he pulled a gun from behind his back. Pete then heard the tell-tale click of a gun cocking behind him. Someone had entered the room after him and he didn’t even notice.
Pete listened, knowing it was in his best interest. Maybe he could continue to act like a helpless omega to get out of this situation. Not the most dignifying, but if it meant avoiding getting shot, he’d do anything.
The man took a step toward Pete, feet faltering when he took a deep breath in.
“Oh, you’re an omega,” a slimy smile grew on the man’s face. “We’re going to have fun with you.”
The man behind Pete laughed softly, like it was some inside joke.
“Kneel.”
Powerless to stop it, Pete’s body dropped to its knees. He winced as he made contact with the hard concrete, bruises probably already forming.
Pete hated alpha commands with a passion. It was illegal to use an alpha command on an omega that you weren’t involved with unless the omega’s life was in danger. It was nearly impossible to release someone from a random alpha’s command without a command from an alpha that the omega trusted. Eventually, the command would wear off on its own, but it could sometimes take too long. Alphas hadn’t been taught how to use their commands in years, since laws were put into place, but it wasn’t too hard to learn on your own or get the help from an alpha from an older generation that didn’t like the new laws, as it was still a natural instinct.
The only good thing about alpha commands was that an alpha couldn’t command someone to fatally wound themself. Self-preservation instincts kicked in before your brain would allow a command like that. But, that didn’t mean that an alpha couldn’t command an omega to hurt themselves in any way. As long as the brain deemed it to not be immediately fatal, it would listen.
Surprisingly, it was taboo in the mafia to use alpha commands, even if an alpha was fighting an omega. It was a cheat, and no alpha wanted to be seen as cheating or taking the easy way out. They couldn’t stand a hit to their pride, and it benefited everyone.
“What do you want?” Pete asked, not daring to look up into the eyes of the man, attempting to come off as more subservient than he actually was.
“What I want,” he started, “is for you to do as I say and not make a sound. Follow my commands and no one gets hurt.”
The alpha stared down at Pete with a glint in his eye that he could only describe as evil.
“What I also want,” he continued, “is to maybe have a little fun with an omega before sending your head back to the family as a warning.”
Pete prayed that Porsche and the other guards were on their way after not hearing from Pete for this long. He was never more thankful that this wasn’t a solo mission.
The alpha leaned over, holding the gun out to Pete. This is it. I’m really going to die here. His breath hitched, and Pete was pretty sure the two alphas could hear his heart beating.
“Point the gun at your stomach and don’t make a sound or speak. When I tell you to, you shoot. If anybody tries to take the gun out of your hands, you shoot,” the alpha growled.
Pete’s hands automatically reached out to take the gun to do as he said. At this point, it felt like he wasn’t even present and that he was no longer in control of his body, having to sit in the back seat and watch as his body moved to the alpha’s will, no matter how much he wished to stop it. Apparently, his brain decided that shooting himself in the stomach wouldn’t be fatal.
“Now,” the alpha said, turning away from Pete, “we’re going to sit here while my men do a sweep of the floor to see if you had any others with you. Maybe there’s another omega with you and we can have double the fun?”
The second alpha turned and left the room, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving Pete and this alpha alone.
Five minutes passed in silence, the only sound coming from the muffled bass thumping through the floor from the club below.
Hands shaking slightly from having an alpha command used against him, Pete felt the gun slip a little from the sweat gathering on his palms.
“I don’t even know why they thought sending an omega in would work. Omegas are meant to be good bitches and taking care of their alpha,” the man said, getting up from his chair to stand in front of Pete. “I mean, I guess we can thank them for making this mistake and sending us a beautiful omega to play with before taking your life.”
The alpha reached out and stroked Pete’s cheek. Unable to move because of the command, Pete grit his teeth. The man was a slimy alpha, and he couldn’t stand being touched by him. If, no when , he got out of this alive, he was going to take five very hot showers. And cuddle with Vegas in their bed and not get out for a week.
“I don’t even know why you thought you had a chance of defeating us. You’re just a delusional omega,” the man continued. “You’re just a bitch, doing anything an alpha asks. In fact…present.”
Pete had let the alpha’s words roll off his back because he knew they weren’t true, but he was again helpless to stop the command. His head tilted to the right, baring the left side of his neck for the alpha to see. Pete grit his teeth again. It was a massive taboo to ask an omega to show their mating mark, let alone forcing them to present. But then again, this alpha didn’t seem to care about social rules.
The alpha stepped forward, pushing a few strands of hair off Pete’s neck. He was glad he always covered his mating mark with really good waterproof makeup. He and Vegas still hadn’t announced their relationship to the entire family and were keeping it on the down low for now. On top of that, Pete had been playing the role of a helpless omega for this mission, so he would’ve needed to cover it up anyway.
“See, what did I tell you?” the alpha scoffed. “No mark. You’re just a desperate bitch, hoping for attention from any alpha. I guess I can give you what you want.”
He made his way over to sit in his chair again, where he could keep an eye on Pete while he waited for his men to come back.
The next few minutes pass again in silence, Pete still stuck kneeling on the floor, gun to his stomach, and neck bared for anyone to see.
After what felt like forever, Pete could hear footsteps approaching the door. The alpha sat up in his chair, placing his hand over the gun he still had at his side. The person at the door knocked in a rhythm that seemed to be some sort of code. The alpha relaxed before telling whoever it was to come in.
Before Pete could even begin to process what was happening, the door opened and two shots were fired. He couldn’t turn to see who was at the door, but the alpha in front of him had been shot in both shoulders.
The family’s bodyguards made their way into the room and restrained the alpha. Once they knew the alpha couldn’t reach for his gun, Porsche made his way slowly toward Pete. He wanted to speak up and tell him to stop, but his mouth was still glued shut from the alpha’s command.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you unless you want a dead omega,” the alpha chuckled before breaking off into a blood-filled cough. The room froze, including Porsche, Pete’s shoulders sagging slightly in relief.
“What did you do to him?” Porsche demanded, rushing toward the restrained alpha.
“Why should I tell you? I’m a dead man either way. If I can take out that bitch on the way, why not?” the man taunted. “I’ll let you figure out what causes him to shoot.”
Porsche turned back to Pete, a worried glint in his eyes.
“Can you talk?” Porsche questioned. Pete just stared into the other man’s eyes, unable to move even his head to shake it.
Porsche quickly turned back toward the alpha and shot him square between the eyes.
It was a blur to Pete after that. Guards were moving in and out of the room, Porsche standing near Pete to make sure nobody got near him and caused him to shoot.
Pete tuned out the chaos happening around the room, knowing that nothing could be done until Vegas was there.
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“Where is everyone running to?” Vegas asked Kinn as he walked into the major family’s house. Guards were suited up and running out the door, paying no attention to the younger man.
“One of our missions has been compromised and they need backup,” Kinn replied, not even looking up from the tablet he was working on.
“That’s a lot of backup. What happened?” Vegas asked, concerned. Kinn made it seem like it wasn’t a big deal, but Vegas was slightly worried since Pete was out on a mission right now. He didn’t even know if it was the same mission, but Vegas knew his alpha wouldn’t calm down until he could see Pete with his own eyes.
Kinn paused for a moment, seeming to have an internal debate over what to tell Vegas. They had become closer since their fathers had died, but there were times when Kinn fell into old habits and his brain told him not to trust Vegas.
“The Russian leader used an alpha command on one of our omegas and tanked the whole mission. The alpha is dead now, but the omega is still under the alpha command, and we’re trying to find out if the omega has anyone we can contact to reverse it so they don’t get hurt.”
Vegas’s heart sped up. It’s not him. It’s not him. He’s fine. It probably wasn’t even the same mission. There are lots of omegas who work for the family as guards. It could’ve been any one of them.
Suddenly, a group of medics ran by to wait by the front door.
“Which guard was it?” Vegas growled, pushed into action.
Kinn sighed, but finally gave in and answered.
“It was Pete.”
Vegas didn’t bother saying anything after that, already running full speed toward his car. Kinn called out to him, but he ignored his cousin, knowing Kinn would eventually follow behind him.
Our omega’s in danger. Get our omega out of danger.
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The room had calmed down a bit in the last few minutes. Porsche and a few other guards were surrounding Pete, making sure no one touched him or tried to take the gun out of his hands.
Pete vaguely registered someone making a phone call and a first aid kit showing up, just in case something went wrong and he did shoot himself. It sounded like someone else was on the phone with Kinn to get access to his file for an emergency contact, but it was taking longer than expected. It wouldn’t do much good anyway, as Pete didn’t actually have an emergency contact listed on his file. He knew it was too risky to list Vegas while their relationship was still secret, and he didn’t have any family nearby to make it worthwhile.
The door slammed open and Pete was able to see a frantic Vegas bursting into the room out of the corner of his eyes. Vegas stopped short when he saw his omega’s position: gun to the stomach and neck presented. It didn’t seem like he was outwardly hurt, which Vegas was thankful for, but he still didn’t like what another alpha made his omega do. A growl made its way out of his throat, and Pete might’ve been comforted by his alpha’s presence if he didn’t still have the gun in his hands.
“Vegas, wait! What’s going on?” Kinn called out, only a few steps behind his cousin.
Vegas ignored him and stalked over to Pete. His eyes were burning with fury, but Pete knew it wasn’t aimed at him. In any other situation, he’d find it hot.
Just before he got to Pete, Porsche put a hand on his chest to stop him.
“You can’t get near him. The alpha command is still in place, and I would like Pete to not have any holes in his stomach,” Porsche said.
Shaking the hand off his chest, Vegas turned toward the others in the room.
“What was the command? What was the exact command?” Vegas ground out. He didn’t like seeing Pete in that position any longer than needed, but he needed to make sure he wasn’t the cause of any pain.
No one answered.
“Someone tell me!” Vegas growled, eyes turning red for a split second.
“Vegas, I don’t think-” Kinn started.
“We don’t know,” Porsche said quietly, knowing the alpha wouldn’t like the answer. “The alpha was kind enough to tell us he had commanded Pete, but wouldn’t tell us what was said. So I shot him in the head. The only thing we know is that he can’t move or speak.”
Vegas growled lowly, but nodded in thanks. He then shouldered his way between Porsche and the other guards before they had a chance to stop him, and he kneeled in front of Pete.
“Can you look at me, love?” Vegas questioned softly, but it was quiet enough in the room that everyone had probably heard it.
Pete slowly looked into his alpha’s eyes, silently pleading with Vegas to help him.
“It’s all going to be okay, baby. I’ve got you now. I’m not going to touch you yet, but I am going to ask you to do a few things,” Vegas narrated, more for Pete’s benefit than the others in the room. “Stop presenting.”
Pete heard murmuring as he was finally able to move his head and he slowly tilted it back straight.
“Good, love. You’re doing so well,” Vegas whispered, making Pete’s heart flutter, even in this situation. “Now, slowly put the gun on the floor and slide it toward Porsche.”
Pete did as he was told, this time relief washing through him instead of dread once he was given a command. His eyes were still locked on Vegas’s, but he saw Porsche pick up the gun and hand it to one of the guards at the door in his peripherals. A collective sigh was let out by the other people in the room now that the immediate danger was removed.
“Good job, love. You did so well,” Vegas praised. “Only one more to go, I promise. I release you of all other alpha commands.”
Pete’s body sagged, but he didn’t get very far before Vegas was gathering him into his arms.
“I’ve got you baby. It’s all over now. You did so well,” Vegas whispered into Pete’s ear.
The two sat on the floor, attached to each other, not caring about the world around them. Sobs racked through Pete’s body, but he didn’t care because he was safe and in Vegas’s arms. All was right in the world.
Well, almost.
“Vegas?” Porsche spoke up, causing Vegas and Pete to pull away from each other slightly to notice that everyone had left the room except Kinn and Porsche.
“What’s going on? I thought only an alpha you trusted could break another alpha’s command?” Kinn questioned, confused by what he had just seen. Of course Pete knew Vegas, but he never saw the two interact outside of work, and Vegas always treated Pete like one of the family’s guards.
“Come on, baby,” Vegas turned to Pete, standing up and pulling Pete into his arms again as he went. “I guess it’s finally time to tell our secret.”
The four sat down in the chairs around the room, Pete letting himself be pulled into Vegas’s side. Pete wasn’t going to be letting go of him for a while, which Vegas didn’t have a problem with, seeing as he didn’t want to let go of the omega either.
The two told their story from the beginning, starting with Vegas kidnapping Pete and ending at Vegas being shot and their time in the hospital (of course leaving out their more explicit escapades). Pete even found a wipe to show his mating mark off.
Kinn and Porsche seemed to take the news very well, more shocked over the fact that Pete had kept it a secret for this long without anyone finding out.
Kinn and Porsche continued to ask questions about their relationship, which Vegas was very happy to answer because he was finally able to talk about it. Pete found himself zoning out and his eyes slipping shut. He didn’t fight it. It had been a long day and he deserved the rest.
Pete was awoken an indeterminate amount of time later by someone picking him up. He snuggled into their chest, taking in the scent that he would know anywhere. Vegas.
“Go back to sleep, love. I’m right here,” Vegas whispered, placing a kiss to the top of his head. “I love you.”
Barely awake and surrounded by warmth and his mate’s scent, Pete was still able to get out four words before falling back into the darkness.
“I love you, too.”
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My first work in the Kinnporsche fandom!! I binged the series less than a week ago, and I'm reading so many fics that I had to write my own. I'm obsessed! Such a good show! I legit wasn't sure how I felt about vegaspete around ep 12, but they're my otp from the show now. And Pete is my baby. I will punch anybody who hurts him.
Also, this is a (semi-major) rewrite from an anonymous fic I wrote for the BTS fandom, so if you happen to recognize anything, NO YOU DON'T😂😅
I'm way behind on requests and working on my wip, but I really want to write for Kinnporsche right now, so if you have requests/ideas, let me know!!
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Summary: Min Yoongi gets turned into a vampire and abandoned by his sire, but is adopted by the Kim coven.
aka
I decided to turn my one shot about maknae yoongi teething as a vampire into a full fic. Title subject to change. I just really have no idea what to name it right now.
Pairing: Established ot6, future ot7
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As soon as Hoseok finished asking his question, everyone tried to speak first before Seokjin quickly shushed them, gesturing to Yoongi’s sleeping form next to him.
“If you dare wake up my baby after it took this long to get him to sleep, you’ll have hell to pay,” Jin threatened, glaring at each of the other vampires in the room before checking to make sure Yoongi was still fast asleep.
“So who’s going to be his sire?” Jungkook questioned softly, looking eagerly at the others. “Can it be me? I’m not a sire yet!”
Lighten Up - Yoongi gets appendicitis and Hoseok is a loving bf
Here, Kitty, Kitty (Social Media AU) - Yoongi is a famous rapper that is busy completing his latest album, so he’s basically living in his studio for a few days. Hoseok is a dancer that lives in the same building. They don’t know each other (Hoseok doesn’t even know Yoongi is famous), but Hoseok gets hired by Yoongi’s friend to feed Yoongi’s cat, and they start messaging with the excuse of updates on the kitty.
Yoonmin
Songs of the Heart (soulmate au) - Soulmate au where you hear songs that your soulmate is listening to or has stuck in their head. Yoongi suddenly stops hearing his soulmate songs and thinks his soulmate has died, when in fact his soulmate is closer than he thinks. (happy ending, I promise)
Taegi
And they were soulmates - Soulmate au where once you meet your soulmate, you get sick if you’re too far away from your soulmate for too long. Soulmates Yoongi and Taehyung meet, but don’t realize it, and Yoongi, who is part of the group Bangtan, leave for a worldwide tour. The two start to feel sick, but don’t realize the cause. It’s then up to their friends to find out that they’re soulmates!
Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice (Social Media AU) - Where single dad Yoongi and baker Taehyung meet on a bus when Yoongi’s daughter won’t stop crying but Taehyung gives her a cupcake from his bakery and she’s happy. Now it’s a ritual to stop by the bakery on the way home. Yoongi says it’s for Nari, but is it really?
Vhope
Coffee Shops and Cute Guys (Social Media AU) - Hoseok works at Blue and Grey Cafe, a cafe where you can paint while you eat. He has a crush on one guy that stops by almost every day of the week and makes the prettiest paintings. What Hoseok doesn’t know is that cute guy (aka Taehyung) is co-owner of the shop. Namjoon, who works with Hoseok, and Seokjin, the other co-owner, watch their friends fall in love.
OT7
Teething Time - Yoongi, a recently turned vampire, is teething. Jimin and Jungkook are the only two home, but don’t remember the signs of teething so they freak out, thinking something is wrong with Yoongi since vampires can’t get sick. Or, baby vampire Yoongi is teething and not feeling well, with doting Jimin and Jungkook (after a small freakout).
Untitled Vampire AU - Min Yoongi gets turned into a vampire and abandoned by his sire, but is adopted by the Kim coven. Or I decided to turn my one shot about maknae yoongi teething as a vampire into a full fic.
Jinkook
Not Sick Enough - Jungkook is super sick but is ignoring all the signs and still working. Jin finds him, but JK claims he’s “not sick enough to justify staying home,” but then basically collapses, so Jin takes him home and takes care of him.
Namjin
Spicy Tteokbokki - Namjoon dines at his usual restaurant and orders his usual, but his usual chef is not around and Jin has just started there and makes his order, but it doesn’t taste as it usually does.
Yoonkook
Bloodlines AU (also minimoni and taejin)- Alchemist Yoongi is tasked with protecting prince Jimin from dissidents at the royal court. Both, along with guardian Namjoon and Moroi Jungkook, go into hiding at a college in Palm Springs. Or the Bloodlines (by richelle mead) au that literally no one asked for but me
Jungkook and the Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (Or Not?) - In a world of dom, subs, and switches, Jungkook always believed he was a neutral, until he goes into a sub drop on the bus. In steps professional dom Yoongi.
Summary: Min Yoongi gets turned into a vampire and abandoned by his sire, but is adopted by the Kim coven.
aka
I decided to turn my one shot about maknae yoongi teething as a vampire into a full fic. Title subject to change. I just really have no idea what to name it right now.
Pairing: Established ot6, future ot7
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As soon as Hoseok finished asking his question, everyone tried to speak first before Seokjin quickly shushed them, gesturing to Yoongi’s sleeping form next to him.
“If you dare wake up my baby after it took this long to get him to sleep, you’ll have hell to pay,” Jin threatened, glaring at each of the other vampires in the room before checking to make sure Yoongi was still fast asleep.
“So who’s going to be his sire?” Jungkook questioned softly, looking eagerly at the others. “Can it be me? I’m not a sire yet!”
“Absolutely not,” Namjoon denied immediately. “You are still a baby. You’re barely a century old. There’s no way you can take responsibility for a fledgling, an abandoned one at that, while also taking care of yourself.”
Jungkook pouted, looking at this other hyungs in hopes they would disagree with Namjoon, but they were all nodding in agreement.
“That’s not fair,” Jungkook whined. “When will I get to be a sire?”
Namjoon walked over and pulled the younger vampire under his arm, hugging him to his side.
“In due time. You’ve got the rest of time to sire a fledgling. Now just isn’t the right time,” Namjoon attempted to placate.
“What about me or Tae?” Jimin asked hopefully.
“Nope,” Hoseok spoke up this time. “You’re both barely older than Jungkook by 50 years. In the eyes of the law, you’re still fledglings. Not going to happen under my watch!”
Jimin and Taehyung both pouted but accepted the response. Jimin snuck a peek over at Jungkook, who had a small smirk on his face since he wasn’t the only one denied because of his age.
“What about you and Joonie? You’ve both made good sires before,” Seokjin asked Hoseok and Namjoon, gesturing to the maknaes.
“I think I’ve got my hands full with these two,” Hoseok put his arms around Jimin and Taehyung, pulling them into a hug before placing a sloppy kiss on their heads.
“As much as I love being a sire,” Namjoon started, pulling Jungkook closer to himself, “I think you’re the best option, Jin. He already seems to have such a close relationship with you, and you need a chance to sire.”
“I’ve sired before!” Seokjin argued. “It’s just been a very long time!”
Seokjin had sired a few vampires over the years, but it had been a couple centuries since he’d last sired a new fledgling. All the vampires he’d sired had decided to leave the coven once they grew old enough, and he got tired of going through the heartbreak every time it happened, so he’d stopped siring. He still kept in contact with all his babies, but they all had their own lives and covens now.
“I think it should be you!” Jungkook piped up. “You’d make a great sire!”
The others all nodded in agreement.
“You know you want to, hyung,” Hoseok said. “You’ve already taken a sire-type role with the baby. Why not form that bond, too? It would make things so much easier down the road.”
Seokjin sighed. Becoming Yoongi’s sire sounded like the best thing in the world. He didn’t know how Yoongi would react to the news of getting an adopted sire though, since his biological one abandoned him.
“I’ll talk to him once he wakes up,” Seokjin relented. “I won’t become his sire if he doesn’t want me to.”
Jimin snorted. “Of course he’s going to want you to be his sire! He adores you!”
Seokjin smiled, glancing down at the sleeping fledgling. His face was so peaceful now that he was asleep and couldn’t feel the pain. Seokjin would love to make sure that he was never in pain again, though it sounded like they’d have a lot of days like this in the future. But hopefully the sire bond would help.
The others all left Seokjin alone with Yoongi after watching him sleep for a few more minutes. The maknaes had started to yawn, so their sires pushed them toward the door to get a couple more hours of sleep before it was time to get up again.
A few hours later, Yoongi started to stir. Seokjin put down the book he’d grabbed earlier.
“Hey, baby,” Seokjin whispered, rubbing his thumb over Yoongi’s hand where he held it in his lap. He had wasted no time in getting started with skin-to-skin contact. “How are you feeling?”
Yoongi whined, squeezing his eyes shut even more, turning to roll into Seokjin’s side and pushing his face into the older vampire’s leg.
“I know, it’s just so hard waking up,” Jin cooed. “But if you don’t wake up now, you’ll never fall asleep for your nap later.”
Yoongi scrunched his nose in protest, hoping that Jin would let him roll over again and fall back asleep.
“Come on, sleepyhead. Time to get up. We have a few things to discuss,” Seokjin said, sitting up against the headboard and pulling Yoongi with him. “Are you feeling any better?”
Yoongi took a second to think about it after they got settled.
“I’m not in as much pain as I was earlier, but my body still feels pretty sore. Almost like I did a really hard workout yesterday,” Yoongi answered, stifling a yawn.
“I’m glad you’re not in as much pain, baby,” Seokjin sighed with relief. It sounded like the skin-to-skin contact had helped some. “Man-Shik, the doctor who came by earlier, diagnosed you with sire sickness.”
Fear flashed across Yoongi’s face. Sire sickness? Of course he’d never heard of it since he didn’t know vampires existed a month ago, but it sounded serious.
“Basically, your sire didn’t feed you his blood once you were turned, which would create a bond between the two of you,” Seokjin explained. “That bond helps settle your changing body and is very vital in newborns. Since you didn’t bond, your body isn’t handling the transformation on its own, and that’s why you were in so much pain earlier.”
Tears sprung in Yoongi’s eyes. If not having a sire was causing this, does that mean he’d constantly be in pain? He didn’t think he could go through last night again. He thought the sun burning his arms had been bad, but when it was his entire body, he couldn’t even think about anything other than the pain.
“Yoongi, baby, breathe with me. In and out, there we go,” Seokjin broke through Yoongi’s inner panicking, taking Yoongi’s hand in his and placing it on his chest to show him when to breathe in and out. Even though vampires didn’t need to breathe, they could unfortunately still have panic attacks. It was especially common in fledglings since they hadn’t broken the habit of breathing just yet.
“I don’t know exactly what you’re thinking, but I can guess. And l can tell you that you won’t be in pain forever, and we do have a cure. You’re going to be just fine,” Seokjin reassured.
Yoongi sucked in a few more breaths before nodding. Okay, that was good. He wouldn’t be like that forever. Literally . That would’ve been hell.
“Man-Shik had a couple of suggestions for things to help with the pain, including skin-to-skin contact and not leaving you alone, even if you were sleeping. Which I know isn’t going to be a problem for this coven. I know some very cuddly maknaes who would love to never leave you alone,” Seokjin reached up to pinch Yoongi’s cheek, causing him to smile for the first time since the night before. It was a start and Jin would take it.
“He did have one other suggestion, and I want you to hear me out completely before you make any decisions.” Seokjin paused, only continuing once Yoongi nodded in understanding. “You never completed the sire bond, which like I said, is essential for a newborn. And since you’ve been here, you’ve only drank human blood from a blood bank, never any vampire blood. So you still haven’t made that connection with another vampire.
“Technically, you could survive without a sire bond, but it would be very painful for a very long time. And none of us want to see you in pain. Since you haven’t had vampire blood, the first vampire you drink from would create a sire bond with you, even if they didn’t turn you themselves. And that’s what Man-Shik suggested, that one of us become your adopted sire.
“It wouldn’t create the full bond like it would with your biological sire, but a bond would still form and whoever it is would be able to help you with the pain and be the one to teach you about everything vampiric. Now, how does that sound?” Seokjin asked, looking over Yoongi’s face for any form of disgust or fright.
“You,” Yoongi spoke softly, Jin barely able to hear it, even with his enhanced hearing.
“Me what, baby?” Jin questioned.
“I want you to be my sire,” Yoongi clarified. The younger looked into Seokjin’s eyes, anxiety shining through, like he thought Jin might refuse.
“Are you sure? Once the bond is created, there’s no going back. You’ll have a bond with me for life. It might fade if you decided to leave our coven, but it would always be there,” Seokjin said. He wanted to make sure this was what Yoongi really wanted and it wasn’t just because Seokjin was the closest one at the time or because he was the one to explain the situation. Seokjin really did want to bond with Yoongi, but he wasn’t about to do it if Yoongi wasn’t one hundred percent willing.
“I’m sure. There’s no one else I would rather have as my sire,” Yoongi spoke confidently, refusing to break eye contact with Seokjin. It was the most sure he’d sounded since he’d arrived at the coven house. “You know, only if you want to be my sire.”
“It would be my honor to be your sire, baby!” Seokjin said immediately. “I was actually going to offer myself, but you beat me to it!”
Yoongi giggled, and it was music to Seokjin’s ears after hearing his baby sobbing for half the night.
“So how does it work?” Yoongi asked.
“You just need to drink my blood. It is time for a feeding anyway, so it works out. You could drink from anywhere, but my wrist or neck would probably be the most comfortable for you. But since you don’t have your teeth yet, I would need to nick my skin with my nail to get you started,” Seokjin explained.
Jin would definitely prefer to have Yoongi drink from his neck; it was more comfortable, more intimate, and created a better bonding experience for a sire and their fledgling. But, he didn’t want to influence Yoongi in any way if he wasn’t really comfortable drinking from his neck just yet. It was a big step to take when he was just turned.
“Can I drink from your neck, please?” Yoongi whispered, quiet and anxious once more.
“So polite, baby! Of course you can. Here,” Seokjin pulled Yoongi onto his lap so the baby was straddling him. “Just lay your head on my shoulder so you can rest while you’re drinking. Just focus on feeding, and I’ll pull you away when you’ve had enough.”
Yoongi listened, laying his head softly down on the other vampire’s shoulder.
“The bond might take a few minutes to form, but you’ll feel it when it does. It can be a little overwhelming, but I’m right here and not going anywhere,” Seokjin reassured. “Are you ready?”
Yoongi didn’t reply, only nodding his head.
“Okay, here you go.”
Seokjin reached up and sliced a small line down the side of his neck, long enough for Yoongi to fit his mouth around. His hand had barely moved out of the way before Yoongi surged forward and latched on, starving after the night he’d had.
Seokjin leaned back, letting his baby drink his fill, waiting for the bond to form.
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Long time no see😅😅 It's only been like 10 months. Whoops. I got really burnt out with work and haven't really wanted to write, and I didn't want to force it. But during that time, I got a major promotion at work (I now run the entire department!!!), traveled like once a month for work, I saw BTS in Vegas, made some friends while I was there, and we met up earlier this month to watch the Busan concert together!! Life has been hectic, but hopefully it's getting better!
I really didn't mean to leave this for this long, but oh well. I was going to try to write the rest of it all at once and then post once a week, but that was really daunting, so that didn't happen. So now I'm going to try and just write chapter by chapter. I can't promise when the next chapter will be up, but I'm hoping it won't take 10 months this time!!
Let me know what you think! And what you would like to see in the future!! I love to hear all ideas and theories! They really do help me come up with ideas for future chapters!
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You know what, fuck people who force writers to reveal their trauma in order to justify the stories they write. No consumer is owed an explanation for the content a creator creates, and no creator should feel obligated to draw from or admit to pain that may or may not be in their life in order to craft a work of fiction.
“I had an idea for a story” is all the justification you need to write one, and all anyone needs to let it be.
Summary: Alchemist Yoongi is tasked with protecting prince Jimin from dissidents at the royal court. Both, along with guardian Namjoon and Moroi Jungkook, go into hiding at a college in Palm Springs.
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the bloodlines (by richelle mead) au that literally no one asked for but me
Summary: Alchemist Yoongi is tasked with protecting prince Jimin from dissidents at the royal court. Both, along with guardian Namjoon and Moroi Jungkook, go into hiding at a college in Palm Springs.
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the bloodlines (by richelle mead) au that literally no one asked for but me
Pairings: Yoonkook; Minimoni; Taejin
Warnings: None for this chapter, but future parts will have violence, blood, and death. I will tag as I go.
Notes:
This takes place in college. the original series takes place in high school, but I haven’t read or written high school aus since I was in high school, so college it is
Since they're in college, they're obviously aged up a bit
It takes place in America since I need that for plot points later on
I'm most likely changing some things up as I go just to make things work, so bear with me
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Yoongi awoke with a start. Someone was shaking his shoulder and holding a hand over his mouth.
Oh god, they’ve finally come to take me to re-education.
Opening his eyes with a start, expecting to see a group of Alchemists surrounding his bed, Yoongi was shocked to only see his father.
“Dad?”
“Get up and get dressed. Don’t wake your mother,” his dad demanded instead of explaining why he was waking Yoongi up only a few hours after he’d fallen asleep, or apologizing for the manner in which he woke his son up.
“Yes, sir,” Yoongi replied, knowing not to question any orders.
His dad turned on his heels and walked out the door, leaving Yoongi to calm his racing heart for a moment. There was still a chance that other Alchemists were there to take him to re-education. Yoongi shuddered at the thought.
No one knew what exactly happened at re-education, but Yoongi knew he didn’t want to find out. He’d only ever met one person who had been in re-education, and he was a shell of his former self when he was done. Yoongi knew he didn’t want to end up like that.
Having calmed his heart and caught his breath, Yoongi quickly hopped up and made himself presentable. He knew whatever was happening that he didn’t need (or want) his father’s disapproval over his looks.
Clothing himself in Alchemist colors (grey slacks, a white button down shirt, and a tan sweater), Yoongi ran a hand through his hair before quietly making his way down the hallway toward his father’s study. He also didn’t want to wake his mother up.
Ever since he’d been sent back home after his ‘infraction’, his mom and dad had been arguing non-stop about Alchemist life. His mother wasn’t an Alchemist, and she didn’t approve of many of their ways, but she definitely didn’t approve of the horrible treatment of her children.
Yoongi stopped outside the study, taking a deep breath, before pushing the door open. His father and a couple other Alchemists were standing over the desk on the opposite side of the room talking quietly, but stopped once Yoongi stepped into the room.
His father looked him up and down. Apparently not finding anything wrong with Yoongi’s outfit, he turned back toward the others. Yoongi let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. No criticism was basically a form of praise for Yunseo Min.
“You’ve met Donna Stanton,” his father turned back to Yoongi after a moment, gesturing to the only woman in the room.
Of course he’d met her, though he wasn’t about to bring attention to his ‘infraction’ again. He smiled politely at her, nodding his head in greeting.
Yoongi turned to the other three Alchemists, not recognizing any of them. They each introduced themselves to him: Young, Ross, and Peterson. The first two looked older, though Peterson was probably around Yoongi’s age. Peterson was off to the side, putting a small table together. All were dressed in standard Alchemist colors, bland and not flashy. The only interesting thing about them was the lily tattoo they all had on their cheeks, exactly like the one on Yoongi’s own cheek.
Seeing Stanton made Yoongi wonder if this would be another interrogation or test to see if he really needed to be sent to re-education. Maybe they wanted to see if his story was still the same after all these months, if he’d somehow grown more sympathetic to them. Refusing to let his thoughts show, Yoongi quickly relaxed his face into a stoic expression, hoping it was enough.
Before Yoongi could ask what was going on, the study door opened, shocking Yoongi. Junghyun, Yoongi’s younger brother, entered.
Junghyun? What’s he doing here? He has nothing to do with Alchemist business!
Junghyun quietly shut the door behind him and looked around nervously. He met Yoongi’s eyes, and Yoongi tried to send reassuring thoughts his way. Yoongi had tried all his life to shield Junghyun from Alchemist business, but for some reason, his father thought he needed a ‘back-up’ in case anything ever happened to Yoongi. Each Alchemist family only had one child that became a full-fledged Alchemist who became tattooed. With Yoongi’s older brother refusing to take on that legacy, it fell to Yoongi, but apparently his father needed some reassurance.
“Junghyun,” their father spoke. He didn’t say anything more, but he didn’t need to. Disapproval was dripping from his tone, and Yoongi didn’t need more than one guess to understand why. While Yoongi had understood the late wake-up call meant he needed to become presentable by Alchemist standards, Junghyun sorely didn’t. While he wasn’t in his pajamas or sweats, his jeans and sweater were by no means acceptable in their father’s eyes.
“Why are they both here?” Stanton finally spoke up. “We only need one. Which one are you planning to use?”
“I’m not sure,” Yunseo replied. “They requested Junghyun, but his training isn’t complete by any means. He was never meant to be inked. But on the other hand, with Yoongi’s... transgressions…I’m not sure he’s ready either. But I also don’t know what this is all about anyway, if somebody would like to fill me in.”
Yoongi was shocked. His father always liked to be in the know, and the fact that he had been kept in the dark about this mission was surprising.
Taking one look at Junghyun, who was fidgeting nervously next to him, Yoongi knew he needed to speak up to save his brother from becoming an Alchemist.
“I am more than qualified to serve on this mission, whatever it may be. I have plenty of previous experience and have shown I am more than capable. I have repented for my sins, and am fully willing to serve the Alchemists,” Yoongi said, taking a minute to look back and forth between each of the Alchemists.
“How can we be sure that you won’t mess up again?” Young asked. “I don’t think someone who’s not fully trained could take on this mission, but I’m also not sure I trust a vampire sympathizer.”
Yoongi had to hold back an eye roll. Showing any emotions in front of Alchemists would not help his case.
“I understand. However, Rose Hathaway was found not guilty, so I technically wasn’t aiding a criminal, and in the end, I helped catch the real murderer,” Yoongi replied, keeping his voice steady.
“But,” Young argued, “how could you have known she was innocent? According to our records, she was a wanted fugitive, and you still helped one of them. You should have listened to your superiors.”
Of course, Yoongi couldn’t explain that he believed Rose Hathway because in the short time he’d known her, they’d become sort of friends. That would for sure get him sent to re-education. Becoming anything more than cordial to a dhampir, or heaven forbid, a Moroi, was seen as a cardinal sin.
“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to my superiors. I believed I had evidence to prove her innocence, and I wanted to take all the credit for myself,” Yoongi finally replied, playing on what the Alchemists would understand. Becoming friends with a vampire? Nope. Lying to further your career and the Alchemist mission? Not a problem!
“Of course a boy his age would lie about that,” Ross spoke up. “I bet he wanted a better assignment, maybe in Europe or Asia.”
The others all nodded in agreement, understanding the want for a good assignment and to be promoted.
“Unless you see any further issues, I think our best choice would be to use Yoongi,” Yunseo said. “Again, not that I know what it’s for, since nobody has taken the time to fill me in yet.”
“Fine,” Young conceded. “But, keep Junghyun here. If any of the others have objections when they get here, we can switch them out.”
Yoongi was curious about how many “others” there would be. It was after midnight, and while the Alchemists did a lot of work at night while on assignments, it was rare to have a meeting like this so late. And he also worried that too many people might wake his mother up, which in turn would anger his father, and he didn’t want to see the fallout of that, especially if he was about to get a new assignment and possibly be made to move halfway around the world.
“So who am I tattooing?” Peterson asked, turning toward the older Alchemists. It was then that Yoongi noticed the box next to the table with tattooing supplied.
“Re-ink Yoongi,” Stanton spoke up. “If anything, it won’t hurt to re-ink him, and then if the others decide they would prefer to use Junghyun instead, then you can ink him them.”
Peterson turned to Yoongi and gestured to the table, which he quickly moved across the room to climb onto and lay down.
Once Yoongi was settled on the table with his head turned to the side with his left cheek to the ceiling, Young grabbed a couple small bottles out of the bag and started chanting softly. Everything the Alchemists did was rooted in religion. Inking (and re-inking) was no different.
The tattoos were made with a mixture of vampire blood. Moroi, the vampire race, all had elemental magic (earth, wind, fire, and air), so blood from all four elements was needed to create the ink. With a little ancient science from the Alchemists, the ink was turned to gold and used to mark Alchemists.
Because the tattoos were made with vampire magic, Alchemists gained some vampire perks, like never getting sick. In return, the Moroi used compulsion on the blood so that Alchemists would not be able to talk about the vampiric world to someone who didn’t already know about it. Just one more way for the Alchemists to control their people’s lives.
Young finished mixing the blood, and the ink slowly turned to gold in the bottle. He then handed it over to Peterson, who inserted it into the tattoo gun.
“This won’t be anything like when you got your original tattoo, but it will sting a little,” Peterson tried to reassure.
Yoongi nodded.
Peterson then leaned over and got to work. He was right; it did sting a little, and Yoongi tried not to wince and mess Peterson up.
“Now that we’ve got that out of the way, can someone please finally tell me what’s going on?” Yoongi’s father demanded.
“There’s a situation. With the Moroi,” Stanton said.
A bit of tension seeped out of the room. Of course their work would have to do with one of the vampire races, but at least it was with the Moroi and not the Strigoi.
Moroi were vampires, but they were as close to humans as blood-sucking people could get. They needed food to survive, and weren’t immortal. They could walk out in the sun, though it would become uncomfortable after a while.
Strigoi on the other hand were their undead counterparts. Nobody wanted to face a hungry Strigoi. Strigoi were immortal, and survived only on blood. The only upside was that unlike the Moroi, they would turn to dust in the sun. They were violent, and always killed their meals. They had no humanity left inside them.
Alchemists were needed for all sorts of things in the vampiric world on a daily basis. A Strigoi going on a hunting spree and the humans were taking notice. A Moroi was treated in a human hospital. Someone, usually a feeder, had gone public.
Believing that humans were the most sacred of races, Alchemists swore to protect them. Which in turn meant they had to help the Moroi on a constant basis to keep the vampiric world a secret.
But Yoongi was still confused as to why this mission would require someone like him. There were plenty of other Alchemists who weren’t on any sort of watchlists.
“They elected their young queen a month or two ago,” Young said.
Yoongi knew the Moroi he spoke of. Vasilisa Dragomir, best friend of Rose Hathway. She was the same age as Yoongi, only a few years out of high school, and already elected queen of the Moroi.
“Relax,” Peterson said quietly, pulling Yoongi out of his thoughts. He hadn’t realized he had tensed at the mention of Lissa. Luckily, none of the others in the room had heard Peterson, or it might draw attention to the fact that he knew Lissa and was part of the reason he was under suspicion.
“Of course, there are people who aren’t happy with her election, being so young,” Young continued. “Protests have started, and talks of violence, though nobody has tried to hurt the queen yet. However, that hasn’t stopped the dissidents. They’ve decided to target her brother.”
“Jimin,” Yoongi breathed out. Peterson pulled the tattoo gun away from Yoongi’s face, waiting for him to stop moving.
Yoongi had only known Jimin for a short period of time, but he liked the younger man. Jimin Park, only recently turned 18, was found out to be the half-sister of Vasilisa from their father’s affair. And Moroi law stated that a monarch must have at least one living relative to rule. Now it all made sense. If the dissidents took out Jimin, Lissa could no longer rule.
“Did something happen to Jimin?” Yoongi didn’t want to draw attention to himself or act like he cared, but Jimin didn’t deserve anything that had happened to him in the past year. Finding out that his mother had an affair and that he was an illegitimate child of a royal family member was hard on him.
“From what the Moroi have told us, he’s fine now, but he was attacked, in their own court at that,” Stanton replied. “Which means, they have traitors everywhere. And to protect the human race from an all-out vampiric war, we need to help keep their government stable and keep the boy safe.
“We need to hide the boy, not only from his own people, but from humans. We can’t have them finding out that Moroi exist. After speaking with the Guardians, we’ve agreed on a place, but we’re going to need an Alchemist there full-time to attend to any needs that may arise.”
A few scoffs were heard around the room. Alchemists barely tolerated Moroi on a good day. Having to be at their beck and call, and potentially live in the same place, would be hell for any other Alchemist but Yoongi.
That’s why they want me.
“And that’s where our request comes in,” Standon continued, turning to Yoongi, who was still laying on the table. Peterson had continued his work after realizing that Yoongi wasn’t going to speak again. “We’d like Yoongi to be assigned to this mission and accompany Jimin into hiding.”
“You’ve got to be joking!” Yoongi’s father all but shouted.
“They’re around the same age, and they’re already familiar with each other. It will be easier for Yoongi than it would be for other Alchemists,” Stanton calmly explained.
Yoongi swallowed, taking a moment to prepare his response. He needed to speak carefully or else they would decide that he really did need to be in re-education and then ink Junghyun and send him on the mission, and Yoongi wouldn’t let that happen if he could help it.
“That’s true,” Yoongi said slowly. “I do have more experience than most Alchemists in dealing with Moroi in close quarters. It’s not something I enjoy, but I will endure it to keep the humans safe.”
“See? He’s ready,” Stanton replied, daring Yoongi’s father to argue. “Anyways, they’re sending a guardian with the boy to keep him safe. They picked a place that should be free from any Strigoi, but on the off chance they do run into any, the guardian will take care of it. They’re also sending some other Moroi, I think a Jeon royal, though they won’t tell us why they’re so adamant he goes along.”
“All done,” Peterson said to Yoongi, gesturing for him to sit up now that he was completed. No one paid any attention to Yoongi now that his piece was over.
“So where exactly is this hiding place?” Yoongi’s father asked.
Good ol’ dad, always asking the right questions.
“Palm Springs.”
Palm Springs?
Yoongi had obviously been hoping for something a little more exciting. What was wrong with some big European or Asian city where they could blend in with the crowds?
Before anybody would protest the location, the slam of a car door outside caught everyone’s attention.
“That must be everybody else,” Ross said. “I’ll go grab them.”
He quickly turned and left the study, leaving everyone in a tense silence. Yoongi was still curious about who these ‘others’ would be and what they had to do with the mission.
A moment later, the study door opened up and Ross walked in, followed by someone new. Yoongi’s heart dropped at the sight of the second man. Glancing over at his father, he saw a smile, an actual smile, break out over his face at the sight of the second man.
Why does it have to be him?
“Keith!” Yoongi’s father said happily. “How have you been?”
Yunseo walked over to give the younger man a handshake and a pat on the back. Yoongi couldn’t believe his eyes. He always knew his father favored Keith over his own children, but to see it so blatantly after the act he put on tonight was jolting.
“You’ve met the Min brothers,” Stanton spoke up, ever the one to want to get the show on the road.
Keith turned to Junghyun first.
“Junghyun! You’ve gotten so big!” Keith joked, winking at the younger man.
The stupid wink! I can’t believe he can still wink!
It was common knowledge that Keith had been attacked earlier in the year, causing him to lose one eye. Now, if you looked very closely, it was obvious that one eye didn’t move like the other. He’d had to get a glass eye, but somehow, he still didn’t have any trouble winking.
Junghyun gave Keith a shy smile, lifting his hand in a small wave. He’d always had a small crush on Keith.
All the friendly emotions on Keith’s face disappeared when he turned toward Yoongi.
“I asked for Junghyun,” Keith all but growled out. “What is he doing here?”
Stanton ignored his anger and diplomatically said, “We know who you requested. But after careful consideration, we agreed that Yoongi would be the best Alchemist for the job. He has vast experience in the field, and is a much better fit for this position.”
“No, no way,” Keith argued. “We are not taking Yoongi. Junghyun can get inked. We’re taking Junghyun.”
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So this is literally entirely self-indulgent. Bloodlines is my favorite series, and I always re-read it once a year, and I decided I needed to make a bts au. So I'm literally reading one chapter at a time and then writing a chapter of this. so this will be slow burn. and long. like, I'm literally going off a play-by-play by what happens in the book. obviously, I'm changing some things and making things work for me, and I'm writing it all out in my own words.
I'm mostly posting this to see if anybody is interested, so pleaseeeeeee let me know if you are. I feel like this wasn't a super popular series, but idk.
Here's what I'm thinking for characters:
Sydney: Yoongi
Adrian: Jungkook
Jill: Jimin
Eddie: Namjoon
Trey: Seokjin
Angeline: Taehyung
Mrs. Terwilliger: Hoseok (don't @ me. hobi will make a great witch and teacher. this series makes it impossible to make a poly relationship with how the book works out)
Please let me know what you think! I'm serious! Also, this is totally unedited, so if you see any mistakes, no you dont. And if you follow me and are reading my untitled vampire au, I promise I haven't forgotten about it and I will finish it at some point. I got burnt out earlier this year, and it's finally getting better, but since I was writing that at the time, it's really not appealing to me at the moment.
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