#Human!Marco

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Anonymous said:

Hi, I was wondering if you could do a vamp!ace x marco plz? (maybe Sabo too?

MarcoAceSabo pairing commenced, but sort of established SaboAce? As in the beginning a little run down as they got together. Also, this is late, I’m trash XD But anyways, this hit me and just ran away so here you are. Spanish is involved, but I know very little and looked on translator, so excuse it being awful. I tried my best and tried to find a few areas to look. I need to stop slacking on my lessons ^^; They are basically explained in reactions and the following sentence. Enjoy!

It was a simple mistake when he first met the man, he dressed that of the time he had died and thought maybe he had been one as well. Ace had been sorely wrong, approaching the blond had him finding out that he was not actually from that time as he talked some more. Ace had thought he found someone to relate to, someone he would never have to change to be with him as a friend or partner. Being wrong left him to start stumbling to make up that he liked that era and tried emerging himself as much when he could, instead of admitting he had been a part of it. Hearing the chuckles from Sabo had been a delight and he felt himself clenching that he was falling for a human so much.

“Just one time,” Sabo had mentioned with suggestion dancing within those green eyes that Ace really questioned if he was his kind or not. 

“Okay,” Ace had agreed while being dragged from the living room of Sabo’s place and enter a room full of nothing but forbidden fruits to be bitten.

The first time Ace had bit Sabo had been on accident, in a rush as they began a relationship and he loved being bit by those dull teeth so much. It set him over the edge for the first time and craving as he hadn’t got his supply yet. Biting Sabo had sent the other in a heated frenzy at the time, but Sabo had not pushed him away once they cooled down.

“Do it again...” Sabo had mentioned raspy, attacking Ace with his own dull bites and sent a growl ripping through a throat for more of the attention.

“Not him,” Ace blanches as the two sit at a cafe. It was settled that being at a club brought more of a sour twist than what Ace preferred, Sabo serious in making him comfortable on feeding. Finding someone to feed in between for Sabo, Ace had grown used to it and only had a supplier on occasion to not make it too suspicious for the man who provides.

“Yeah, he kind of gives asshole vibes...” Sabo agrees while flickering eyes as he takes a sip of coffee and scanning the street. When his eyes lock onto a blond in a suit and on his phone while looking to the cross walk signal, he lightly chokes. “Ace, him.” A nod is lightly given in one direction and Ace turns with a stretch this time and almost slips out of his chair.

“Ay papi~! Tráelo.“ Hands had moved to making a ‘come here’ motion in front of him, grinning to Sabo. A small laugh leaves Sabo at the words and soon looks more as the businessman is coming to the cafe, blue eyes flickering to his watch after crossing the crosswalk and phone put away.

“Ve a por ello.” Sabo mentions, barely getting it out as Ace is rising smoothly with his grace that Sabo could never get over. Watching as Ace gets to line for a croissant and mocha, the businessman is behind him with a hand running through his short hair, shaved on the sides and back. Sabo smiles in amusement, Ace using the present knowledge to flirt and staying up with it and practicing so much on him that it made him chuckle so much at being cute and sexy at the same time.

Standing to the side, they both wait for their coffees and Ace’s charisma starts picking up. Getting the other interacting swiftly, though seeming in a bad mood and sees it slowly change as Ace is pulling cheesy smiles and jokes. Sometimes the best someone could do is pull out corny jokes and being a dork to get someone reeled in. Sabo thinks that Ace has it in the bag before Ace falters with a frown and scrunching his face as this businessman slides a hand to a bare forearm. It clearly makes Ace tense and he shifts a hand as a signal for Sabo to come sweep him away.

Sabo is quick to move with his coffee and appears at the counter to grab Ace’s mocha and food. “Hey, babe,” he greets as dark eyes find him quickly with relief and Sabo shifts to kiss to a freckled cheek before looking to the other man. “Who’s your friend?”

“Cazador.” The word rolls from Ace easily as Sabo knows that this person is unsafe, a hunter, and moves to pat at the hand grasping his lover.

“Please let go, Sir.” Sabo meets blue eyes and sees a smirk before doing so. “Come on, babe. You have too much charm for your own good,” he jokes on and notices as the businessman tilts his head with an interested look.

“Sabes que es un demonio de sangre.” The language leaving the hunter has them tensing and Ace is sure to grip to a hand as he would protect Sabo. The businessman is watching Sabo, referring to him when claiming that Sabo knew of Ace being a ‘blood demon’.

“Perdonanos.” Sabo says firmly with a scowl to excuse them quickly and is caught by a hand.

“We are not of Old Order, we are of the New Order.” The man explains quickly, even with his coffee being done, and Sabo faintly hears a soft growl from Ace.

“I’ve heard that enough, Cazador. I will not be fooled once again.” Ace grits out as Sabo is quick to pull his arm away and show his stance with his lover.

“Yet, I was very much interested on those teeth along my nape, yoi.” Blue eyes dance while looking to the two and gives a smirk. “We coexist, learn and teach for those unaware of what is happening or keeping them up on changes. Does Shirohige ring a bell?” The name does not with Sabo, but Ace makes a noise with a small huff.

“Shirohige? The one that the Order is unhappy with?” Ace asks quietly, Sabo knowing most see a glimmer put up around them of friendly chatter and nothing wrong, or that teeth are slightly sharper.

“Yes, we are against the Order. Most understand when I say New Order, yoi. Though, you seem old enough to know more of just the Order solely. I hope you consider coming along to visit. Our Pops would always want to help others who need it, like a drink?” A smirk lingers with eyes sitting hooded and gleaming in interest that pools heat in Sabo’s belly when it reaches him. “Along with your friend, yoi. We give jobs to help and keep everyone twined together like a family.”

“Newgate can fuck off, as if I would come along with an elder. I dealt with one too many in my life and all of them are crudo y vil.” When the language slips, Sabo knows Ace is unhappy and would most likely walk off any minute. Plus, Sabo knew about a few Elders from Ace, mentioning some awful tales. “Vete a la mierda, Cazador.” There it was, Ace had been through with talking to the man and started tugging along Sabo, who followed along with a glance back. The businessman looks a bit upset, but seeming to understand as he turns for his coffee. Something causes Ace to stiffen, worrying Sabo as they leave the cafe swiftly down the sidewalk to get away and Ace is sure to eat his croissant while lingering closer.

“Ace?”

“His name is Marco,” the vampire starts while downing his mocha and having Sabo wince as he knew the heat didn’t bother the other, but it still looked painful. “He works with Edward Newgate, an Elder vampire that used to know my... my... f-father.”

“Oh,” Sabo starts as he knows Ace’s father is a sensitive topic and watches the other stop on the sidewalk as they were some distance away now from the cafe, fast walking mostly.

“My father had been the one to start up the New Order, wanting the coexisting with supernatural and that of mundanes. He never got to do it, being human left him disadvantaged and if... if I hadn’t been changed by... him...” A vehement tone leaves Ace as Sabo knew that also being a sore subject, how Ace was changed. “Then I wouldn’t have to relive seeing him being killed, having nightmares of witnessing it while in severe pain as they burned me, deprived me...” Pain laces in words as Sabo begins pulling Ace to the side into an alley as he knows the other was shifting realities, not liking how much he had been triggered.

“Sshh, Ace... I’m here for you now... You know I wouldn’t leave you for anything.” Sabo tries to reassure before seeing that look of desperation in dark eyes.

“But you will... Like everyone else... Everyone leaves me whether by dying or...” Ace trails as Sabo winces at remembering his rambles in the night when the terrors scrapped through Ace’s mind and memories like a sharp comb. Most times people died or would ‘tire’ of him and try to either kill him or leave him bound for so many years so they could run.

“I won’t leave you... I will stay with you no matter what...”

“I won’t, Sabo... You know I won’t... I can’t after Luffy...” Words are strained, the name bringing Ace to slump like the burden has returned to his shoulders full force and Sabo moves to hug onto him while cradling his head.

“Ace, shhh... it’s okay... That wasn’t your fault...” Trembles leave Ace, having Sabo worry at seeing his lover in such a state and cards fingers through strands. “Let’s... let’s consider them... It would be for our gain... to change me... to be with you...”

“I would do it, yoi.” They stiffen, noticing the familiar voice and Ace let’s a growl rip through his throat. Sabo is shoved to the buildings side and arm protecting before him as he notices the businessman moving around the corner with eyes watching. “Well, not per say me, but we can train in people to do so.”

“I don’t want your help!”

“You could witness my change... I’m having it done by our Pops... Elders are known for the most effective... Though, you should know that, yoi.” Marco watches them as Ace stops growling while pressing up against Sabo more, who is clearly confused. “Pops still carries the family picture, you merely cut your hair and added muscle to your body, not much more besides clothing, of course. Though you still resemble your mother more than anything.”

“You shut your mouth.” Ace hisses while showing small trembles as the hunter watches them and moves leisurely closer. “You wouldn’t know anything...”

“No, I don’t... but my Pops would. He would be happy to know you had lived, yoi. I don’t know how many times he has told me he regretted not being there to protect his friend and his family. Which I know, being there to console him when he would have a moment and gaze to the picture he holds so dearly close. Roger had been the one to make sure he succeeded one way or another, yoi. That man, your father, brought so much hope to Pops and he often asks what he would do in certain occasions.” Marco states firmly, but a twinge of depth of how mournful the situation is. Giving a minute pause and standing close, but keeping a distance, he speaks up once more. “The one who changed you, we can find them and eradicate them if possible. We know who had attacked your family and have been hunting them for a while now, but we could use all the help we can get.”

Ace looks on in consideration, feeling soothed by Sabo wrapping arms around his waist. A shaky breath leaves Ace as he leans more into his lover with eyes carefully watching. “Possibly... I will... allow to meet, but from there is completely vague.”

“Understandable.” Marco comes back with and gives a reassuring smile that somewhat brings that feeling with it.

-o-o-o-o-

Newgate had been overjoyed to see Ace, smothering him in an embrace and never wanting to let go. Sabo had convinced Ace to stay around and try to get him to open up more while still being there, not wanting to leave his side. Marco had come into the picture slowly, especially after the man’s change as Sabo had wanted to know how it was and the emotions and reactions he had with it. As they grew closer on the lead for who changed Ace, things began to be a bit more strange with Ace.

“It’s not adding up...” Marco had commented once in Newgate’s office as Sabo had been with him, being told he needed to be there as well with their predicament.

“What, son?” Newgate asks with an eyebrow raised and Sabo still felt that whimsical atmosphere from the elder.

“Ace’s age of change...” Marco mentions, bringing a frown to Sabo at the mention of their lover being brought up like so. “I know, Sabo... It’s sensitive, but if in the picture he was only twelve and the incident happened when he was eighteen...” The mentioning has Sabo freeze with eyes wide and staring to the other. 

“Ace was changed at twenty.”

“Exactly, so we are missing two years after the attack of his parents...” Marco continues while a hum lingers from Newgate and having them both look to him.

“Go get him, it’s only right to ask...” Newgate brings up, noticing his words bringing a nervous atmosphere from the two before him.

“Well... that’s why we are here as well.” Sabo speaks up this time and gets raised brows, having green eyes flicker to Marco, who is frowning.

“After finding the location of Lafitte, Ace had acted strange and said he was going to be sick. We figured it had to do with his past, yoi. But...” There is a pause lingering as they both stare to Newgate with stress in their postures. “Ace is gone.”

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A Gift of Peace Chap 4

As promised, Chap 4 is up and running on here and AO3

Enjoy! <3

  It seems like it’s always night time in Jean’s castle. No light besides the dancing flames of the candles are allowed here.

I have lost the right to see the sun. To feel the breeze on my face and the rain drip from the strands of my bangs.

I’m Jean’s now, no matter how you put it.

“Ah, I see you got yourself a new bitch,Jean.” Eren scuffed as he walks toward Jean and I. I try to ignore him, but I ended up making a face at the other Prince as my hands grip his throne chair tightly.

“Now now, calm yourself, Marco.” Jean lulls as I avert my gaze away from our company.

“Yes sir.” I nod as Eren shakes his head slowly, bringing his arms forward to fold across his chest while Connie is in the background bringing in their bags and overnight things.

“How the hell can you even stand to be with him? He smells weird and is-” Eren started before Mikasa punched his arm harshly.

“Ow! The hell was that for?!” He whined as I felt Jean’s grip on the chain tighten, his teeth bared as I watch (what I assume) the siblings argue.

“Shut your face, it’s disrespectful to talk down a Prince in his own castle.” She breathes as my brows knit together.

“Your Highness-” I glance over at him as his golden eyes pierced into mine.

“I’m fine, thank you.” My master finishes my statement for me as we watch our guests again.

For some reason, I’m getting a weird vibe from them both. Like they were something not to be messed with. Something that wasn’t-

“So, what’s your name pet?” Eren barks as I growl lowly, biting the inside on my lip before saying my name.

“My name is Prince Marco Bodt of Jinae, and I am no one’s pet-”

“Except Jean’s.” Eren smirks as Jean brings his hand up to silence us both.

“That’s enough. Yes, he is mine, and no one else's. Now, we need to get you both comfortable and fed, I can imagine that you're quite famished Your Highness Ackerman.” Jean sooths as he stands from his throne, letting go of the chain and walking down to the woman who is looking quite gorgeous. I didn’t get a good look before but her evergreen dress suits her so well. Jean bows before her and takes her pale hand into his and kisses it softly, I try to ignore it.however, Sir Jaeger smirks in my direction.

“Careful Jean, your slave might get jealous.” He nudged Jean’s arm before I blushed lightly, tearing my eyes away as I did so.

“Ah, I doubt that. Marco’s still pissed off at me from stealing him away from his throne.” Jean snickers while glancing at me from over his shoulder. “Now, Marco, I want you to take our guests to their rooms, Annie will help you with the navigation.” Jean smirks while taking Mikasa’s hand in his again and giving it a quick kiss before smirking, his fangs glistening in the dim candle light.

“I hope my castle is to your liking, my dear.” She huffs before taking her hand away and wiping it on her dress.

“Don’t call me that. I’m not your “dear” or anything that associates with you Prince Kirschtein.” I flinch from my seat on the throne as Jean just takes the blow like it doesn’t hurt him.

“Ouch, talk about harsh.” I think to myself before a loud clap comes from Jean’s hands.

“Annie, Come.” He demands as she struts to the center of the throne room.

“Sir-”

“Show our guests their rooms so they can prepare themselves for dinner.” Jean winked at Mikasa as she shakes her head slowly, following Annie out as Eren stays for a few minutes.

“Better watch it, I could have Jean kill you off in mere seconds pet.” Eren snaps at me as I stand and walk down the steps to face him, my chain following behind me noisily.

“I will not repeat myself, Sir. I am no one's pet, I am a Prince.” I threaten as Eren shakes his head.

“Were a prince.” He snaps as Jean turns his head to face us both.

I don’t like him, not one bit. Something about Eren is different and it makes me uncomfortable.

“You will bite your tounge in front of me! I still am a Prince.” I growl as Eren extends his arms and smirks mockingly.

“Come at me then, Your Highness. Let’s see how princely you really are!”

That was it, I couldn’t stand it anymore, I’m tired of getting degraded in front of everyone who steps foot in this god forsaken castle.

Without thinking, I run toward the Prince, screw this collar and chain, there isn’t anyone to stop me. I heard the chain clanking against the tiled floor as I bring my fist back.

I spoke too soon.

----

Jean yells and grabs the chain yanking me backwards and onto my ass. Gasping loudly, Jean grips my hair and growls.

“Damn it, enough! You show him respect slave!-” Jean began before letting my hair go and walking towards Eren, shoving him back some and shaking his head. “Same goes for you. Show Marco some respect! I don’t go to your shit hole of a castle and beat your slaves or maids, now do I?” Jean threatens as Eren huffs and turns on his heel to find Mikasa and Annie.

“No, but if he snaps again, I’ll throw him in the dungeon myself, you hear me?” He snaps before shutting the door, leaving The Highness and I alone once more.

I look away from Jean, shame washes over me as he peers downwards at me.

“S-sir, I’m sorry I-” I start as my anxiety spikes, “Oh god, he’s pissed, he’s going to take me back to the dungeon and brand me again, shit shit shit-”

“Are you hurt?”  He asks after bending down to my level, placing a cold palm on my cheek.

“A-a bit yes..Just my neck hurts,other then that, no..I understand why you did it though, I’m sorry sir I-” I spoke up as his hand trailed down from my cheek to my neck.

“You don’t need to apologize, just watch it next time,okay?” He breathes while leaning forward, placing his cold lips on my warm neck as a shiver runs down my spine.

“Yes,master.” I bit my lip as his breathing picks up and he whines. “A-are you okay?” I ask as he pants lightly, his hand feels clammy as his other hand grips my chain again.

“M-Marco, I need it.” He breathes as his fangs trace my jugular, my hands coming up to press on his shoulders.

“What is it that you need?” I ask as he growls low in his throat. I feel silly for even asking,seeing as he’s a vampire, I should know this by now. But why now? I understand I haven’t been here long, but still.

“You. I-I can’t hold it anymore.” Jean brings his face close to mine as he hisses and pins me to the floor. His eyes are different now, more of a dark grey rather than their golden shiny tint. More sunken in and dark.

Filled with hunger and need.

“I need to stop him,..!” I think before attempting to wiggle out of his grasp. “Jean stop!” I gasp as he hisses loudly, his hands gripping the collar tightly, trying his damndest to pry the thing off.

“Give it.” He demands as I shake my head violently, anything to get him away from my neck.

“Jean stop!” I pant as he kisses up my neck again, more roughly this time around.

“Marco, I can’t!” He wails as he goes in, his fangs sharp while blunt fingernails dig into my shoulders. My eyes screw shut out of fear and I hold my breath.

Until my salvation came in a matter of seconds.

----

I was ready for it, to feel the piercing pain shoot down my spine and make me numb, but it didn’t come. if anything, his growl just became more violent. I wasn’t expecting to see what I did when my eyes opened.

There before me was Jean, fangs digging into someone’s leather brace and his body swaying to get out of their grasp.

“Marco, I need you to go get Annie,now.” Came a voice from behind us as I shift to the side to see Sasha there, holding Jean’s arms behind his back with one hand as the other flexes,Jean’s teeth fully sinking into her brace.

“W-wait I-” I stutter out as she picks Jean up and pins him to the floor, there was no way he was going anywhere anytime soon.

“Hurry up please!” She calls from over her shoulder as I make my way to the door, my chain dragging behind me as I search for the blonde maid.

I looked everywhere, in every room anywhere where she may be. I wasn’t paying attention when I hit something hard and stumbled backwards.

“Hey! Watch it pet.” Eren sneers as I shake my head, walking around him, my mind going faster than my body was, I didn't even realize that Eren stepped on my chain until my face hit the floor.

“Please stop! I need to find Annie.” I state as Eren smirks widely.

“No you don’t you need to be punished for earlier.” He states while pulling on the chain, bringing me closer to him as I scramble to my feet.

“No! I need to-”

“Eren, let him go.” I heard Mikasa say before her fist comes in contact with his arm again, giving him a dead arm and making him drop the chain.

Not bothering with any words, I return to my quest to find the maid.

About ten minutes later, I find her in the wash room. She was washing Jean’s clothes until I told her what happened and pressed that she come to the throne room quickly.

She was way to calm, like she did this before. It was sort of unsettling for me, but I didn’t let it bother me any.

We made our way to the throne as Sasha calls Annie over to where she was.

“Did he tell you?” She nods in my direction as Annie shakes her head “yes”.

“I’ve got it, just let him go and stand back.” she demands as I stay in the door frame of the large wooden doors, Eren and Mikasa standing beside me.

“You lot need to leave.” Sasha states before running to the doors and shutting them in our faces. The silence looms over us as my eyes trail down the door and onto my shaking hands.

“This is all my fault.” I whisper as Eren leaves as does Mikasa.

The halls seem bigger, longer now that I’m on my own.

----

I couldn’t move, it felt like my feet were glued to the tiled floor, the throne room is quite, a tad too quiet for my tastes, before Annie emerges from the room, a small smile splayed on her lips.

“Is-” I start before she shakes her head.

“He’s fine now, he won’t be joining us for dinner though. He's stepping out for the night.” She  verbalized before brushing her hands on her apron. “Marco, follow me, I need help with preparing dinner for tonight. Sasha usually deals with the food, but she’s with Jean at the moment.” Annie gestures her hand for me to follow but not before she turns to me and takes my collar off. “The chain will get in the way.” I stay silent and let the chain and collar fall to the floor, rubbing at my neck as I follow her silently.

“Yes, ma’am.” I affirm while her heels click against the flooring of Jean’s castle.

----

Dinner consisted of bread, red wine, and a main course. Everyone ate in silence, after Annie announced that Jean will not be attending dinner tonight. I stayed in the kitchen as did Annie, we ate some bread together and had a small chat. I didn’t dare bring up what happened earlier, seeing as she too was avoiding the subject.

“Jean’ll be back soon, just do me a favor and clean up when everyone’s done? I need to speak with him in the throne room when he returns.” Annie presses as I nod and make my way to the dining hall as she walks away to the throne room.

“I just hope he’s okay.” I think while taking the empty dishes from the table to the kitchen for washing. The Highnesses Jaeger and Ackerman were gone and back in their rooms once they were full. To put things simply, I had my work cut out for me again, cleaning would take a while.

Sighing to myself, I finish my chores and head for the restroom to clean that as well-

"Annie, for the last time, I told you already! I can't stay away from him. I-I want his blood so badly. It's almost unhealthy. Damn it, if it wasn’t for Sasha, he’d be dead by now!" I overheard Jean and Annie talking in the throne room as I head for my next chore. Jean sounded panicky and lost in himself.

Pressing close to the wall, I listen in more.

"I understand your Highness, what are your plans?" Annie spoke up as Jean sighs heavily. I can picture him running his hands through his hair as I blink and bite my lower lip. The door is opened slightly so I leaned over to spy on them.

"Keep him in the dungeon." He breathed as my heart stops and my eyes widen.

“I don’t want to go back..” I think to myself before Annie starts to speak again.

"He can't stay there forever,Jean. You know that eventually-"

"Eventually won't come and I-" He stops speaking and looks at me dead center in the eyes. I gasp and retreat, running to the nearest hiding spot in the castle.

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All I want for Christmas is an update on that fic of Marco being given to vampire Jean *-*

Aw bby! XD It will update asap! (cough possibly tonight/tomorrow cough cough) ;D

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Hey there, for a prompt may I ask for Vampire Prince!Jean x Human!Marco in which Marco is a prince unwillingly gifted to Jean as a means for peace between countries?

I love this AU! Thanks for the ask! This fic will be more then 1 part. Enjoy part one dearest and thank you for being patient with me. :)

This fic starts with Third Person P.O.V and switches to First Person P.O.V.

Send me prompts! :D

Title: A gift of Peace

Paring:JeanMarco

  “You need to call your men off sir!” A villager spoke up from the crowd as Jean snickered from his throne.

“And how will you stop me this time,hm?” Jean brought his arms in front of him, crossing them tightly in front of his chest.

“We’ll give you whatever you want..Just please. We can’t keep this up any longer! Too many lives have been stolen from our village by your monsters!” Another villager spoke up as Jean pondered on the thought.

“Anything eh?” The vampire prince sighed lightly before a wicked smile played on his face. “Give me your Prince.”

“Prince Bodt? B-but why? With out him who will-”

“I told you my demands, now bring him to me!” Jean growled as the crowd of villagers shifted back. Clearly afraid of the vampiric man in front of them.

“Alright..fine.” They huffed as Jean smiled, his fangs glistening in the light of the torches that illuminated his castle.

“You have until tomorrow evening to bring me my prize. Then, I will call my men off..Consider this-” He began before standing up and walking down the steps until he was in the face of the leader of the crowd. “-A peace offering.” He hissed while he blinked his golden eyes a few times.

“Very well, he’ll be here..” The leader breathed before turning away and heading for the front gate.

Getting the Highness Bodt to cooperate and listen was easier said then done..

And that is when I came into the picture.

——

“I’m not going,Reiner.” I sigh while running a hand through my hair, I just got word about this and I am not in any way,shape or form thrilled about the situation.

“Please,sir we need you to! For the kingdom and the villagers.” Reiner trailed off as I shake my head,trying hard to control my temper. (being a prince and all tends to stress you out a lot so of course, I have a small temper.)

“Bertolt,-” Reiner began as the taller of the two comes trotting to our sides. He looks more nervous than usual.

“Y-yeah?” He asked.

“Prince Kirschtein wanted our Prince Bodt did he not?” Reiner tries to explain as I bite my thumb nail. My nerves are on edge. There is absolutely no way that I am going to that thing’s palace.

Nope. None.

They both sigh in defeat. “Your Highness, if we hand you over, he’ll call off his men. There will be peace to the land.” Bertolt started until I held my hand up to silence him.

“No, I will not go willingly, now if you’ll excuse me.” I huff while turning on my heel and walking down the massive art filled halls to my bedroom.

“Why, of all people.” I mumbled to myself as I open my double doors and walk into my massive room. I wasn’t one for the “prince” look. Like you know gold statues of myself everywhere, painting of me doing various poses. No, that wasn’t me. I enjoyed the small things in life so out of all the rooms possible for me to choose, I made mine as “normal” as a prince’s room could be. Tiled flooring, a few landscape paintings, a full size bed to sleep on with only a few pillows accompanied by a chandelier. To me, this was normal and I felt at home, until I felt a small tug at my gut..Something felt off in my otherwise peaceful room.

Until it hit me,leaving Reiner behind was a huge mistake on my part.

——-

That night was long and I kept tossing and turning, I couldn’t get comfortable, it was that gut feeling nagging at me that kept me awake. Sighing heavily, I sat up and ran my hands down my face, my mind still in the state of sleepiness. “Maybe some tea will help..” I mumbled to myself as I emerged from my bed, I gasped as my bare feet hit the cold tiled floor. “O-oh that’s cold..really cold!” I power walked to my door to open it and make my way to the kitchen.

The halls were different at night, they seemed more alive than in the morning in my opinion. Maybe it was the warm light from underneath them, or possibly the moonlight reflecting off the glass thus giving them a more of a paler look. Regardless, they were beautiful and none-the-less scared the hell out of me in the middle of the night. Walking down a dim hall and having rows of paintings staring at you gives me the creeps.  

It felt like someone was watching me as I made my way into the kitchen and over to the cupboard. The kitchen was silent before company came in.

“O-oh, Your Highness. What are you doing awake?”  Bertolt, my second best butler and cook came in with a trey and apron on.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I figured some tea would help.” I admitted as he walked over to me and grabbed a tea cup, bringing it down to my level.

“You should have called for me or Reiner to bring you some.” He stated while I walked around him to the pantry.

“No need, I can do somethings on my own. Thank you though, I appreciate it. What are you doing up and about?” I asked while grabbing the ingredients for my drink.

“Same reason as you sir.” He sighed before rubbing at his eyes. “I can’t sleep, it’s my nerves again..A-and here Reiner and I went to the village earlier to pick some things for the Queen..I-I saw this honey at Armin’s stand and thought you may like to try some in your tea, sir.” Bertolt smiled lightly while taking a small bottle from his apron pocket.

“What flavor of honey? I have a majority of the flavors Armin gives.” I stated while cocking my eyebrow, watching the taller male turn the bottle in his hands.

“He said it’s regular honey with a small pinch of orange blossom. Apparently it has a citrus scent to it and tastes amazing. Said it was imported this morning sir.” Bertolt opened the bottle for me to take a sniff.

“Huh, that does smell like citrus, wonder if it tastes as good as it smells.” I smiled lightly, the smell gave me an odd happy vibe.

“Want to try some?” He asked while I nodded, handing my cup over to my butler as he poured in the golden goo.

“Thanks.” I smiled while taking a spoon out of the cupboard and stirred the steaming liquid.

“No problem sir. I hope you get a good night’s rest.” He offered a small smile again as I took a sip of my tea. It tasted different going down.

“I’m sure I w-will..” I tried to keep my face as straight as possible, this type of honey tasted dreadful almost like a-

“Shall I walk you to bed sir?” Bertolt asked as I began to sweat and feel nauseous. My hands began to shake as I dropped the tea cup causing it to shatter on the floor. Porcelain spreading in all directions as my eyes water.

“C-can you?” I asked while my legs felt like jelly as I stumble backwards and fell into the table. his shadow looming over me as breathing becomes a challenge.

“W-what did you do t-too me!?” I wheezed as my vision began to slip.

“You wouldn’t go willingly..So we did what we needed to.” Came a second voice from behind Bertolt.

“R-Reiner..why!?” I hissed while clutching my stomach. He and Bertolt were becoming so blurry  as I try to stand.

It was useless, I felt so numb as they both stood over my quivering body.

“For peace..” was the last thing I heard before my head hit the cold stone floor in the kitchen.

I felt so cold and hollow. This was bad and I knew what was going to happen.

——-

I was to become a slave to the vampire Prince Kirschetin and never see home again.

Wonderful.

I never wanted this. They cheated and used poison to knock me out long enough to get me to his castle.

When I finally regained consciousness, I heard mumbling and felt like my brain was mush and my insides were on fire. The warmth of Reiner’s chest nearly lulled me back into unconsciousness, but I fought it.

“You’re back.” I heard a voice speak up as I began to regain my senses.

“Yes sir, and we brought Your Highness Prince Bodt as requested, now call off you-” I heard Reiner’s voice then a hand touch my cheek.

“How pretty he is..” The hand felt cold at first, like someone was running an ice block down my face then taking it away.

“Yes, he is.” Reiner commented as I blinked my eyes open to see Prince Kirschtein looking down at me, his golden eyes piercing into mine. 

I swallowed hard as Reiner put me down and turned to leave. Not once looking back.

“W-wait!” I bellowed while attempting to get up and run after him. However, all this did was cause me to fall back down, I was to weak to run. My movements were slow anyway and my hands were tied in front of me. 

Dammit.

“Well well, good morning-” He knelled down to my level, my breathing coming in quick pants as he ran an icy hand through my hair. He smiled at me and showed off his fangs in the dim foyer of his palace. “Sunshine..” he snickered while I laid there on the tiled floor, thinking frantically as to what I was going to do in order to escape.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Decided to update tonight, enjoy Chapter 5! Thank you everyone who has been following "The Man in Booth 16" <3

[booksimonseesmorphine]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I attempted my first Jeanmarco fic. Enjoy! :)