BlackLynx17: New story. Why? Because I watched pirates of the caribbeans (all of them after seeing 3) and got inspired like a true sucker and ended up writing 400 pages and still going story about Wendy and Mest! Like seriously! What is wrong with me? Why do I love this couple so much? No one else does! And why is there no one to fangirl and swap stories and art with? Gosh, what is wrong with the world?

So on a serious note... I spent probably 2? 3? Months, maybe even more, writing a fanfiction for myself. The longer it got, the more I got to think I wasn't going to post this up... what would be the point though? Of all this hard work of writing out my fantasies and never sharing them? Only keeping them to myself? No. That's stupid.

Why am I updating this new story now? Because I'm bored. Like I don't have enough work with Fairy Tail Hotel. I remember when I used to update 4 to 5 stories at the same time and now I can barely handle one. What happened to me? Why am I no longer that good at writing?

Anyway, I don't expect anyone to read this honestly. If you do, thanks, and if you leave a review, thank you. I hope this story brings joy to people like this couple has brought to me.

No, that is a lie. I'M UPDATING THIS STORY NOW BECAUSE OF THE NEW FAIRY TAIL EPISODE THAT CAME OUT! MEST HAS RETURNED AND HE LOOKS AMAZING AND IT BROKE MY HEART THAT WENDY DIDN'T RECOGNIZE HIM! I RECOGNIZED YOU MEST AND I LOVE YOU! With Wendy of course, never with me. I would never split up my OTP like that. Wendy and Mest or nothing at all.

I don't understand people who have OTP's, but then ships themselves with the male/or/female/or both of thier OTP. Like why are you including yourself with your perfect ship? You're ruining your perfect ship! I also don't understand why people imagine themselves with fictional characters... I truly believe there is an alternate world where all these people exist and are alive... that is how far gone I am.

Why am I still writing?

I'm done. Read. Enjoy. Don't expect regular updates. My first priority is Fairy Tail Hotel, this is my last. I might update everytime Mest is in an episode of Fairy Tail though. We will see how things go. Enjoy the ride. It is going to be a long, long, long, long time until this story is finish. Ever wished your favorite fanfic still continued on with random fluff and happiness? Well this is the story for you!

P.S. Will be smutty and rated M for Mature near the 50's chapters, maybe 30's, I can't tell chapters to pages, because I am absolute trash. Just expect for it all to change.

Title: Love At First Sight

Secret Title: Pirate Love

Summary: Wendy is a princess forced to be married at the age of 18. It wouldn't be a problem for her if she had fallen in love with her fiance, but alas fate is not too kind. Determined to runaway to chose her own love, she runs into a nice man who rescues her from her guards. Thinking this man is her one true love, she decides to escape with him. She had no idea that her true love was a no good pirate.

Chapter One

The Meeting

There is a commotion in the marketplace. A man looks up from the apple he's thinking of buying (not) and narrows his eyes. He can see the sea of people parting away, making room for whatever is coming through. He can hear the yells of someone, several people actually. Perfect, a distraction. A cool slide of the hand and the man is off to the next vendor, a pretty shiny necklace catching his eye as his apple sits comfortably inside of his coat pocket. He loves days like these where everything seems to be going perfect, or at least, perfect as it'll ever be. Hmm, he should just settle for his way. He loves it when things go his way.

The commotion is getting louder, whoever is making it is surely getting closer and closer to him. As people bump into him he picks whatever he can grab, a pocket of coins here, a couple of jewelry there. He's in mid-pick when whatever is making so much noise finally passes by him.

A girl.

A tiny girl.

A beautiful, tiny girl.

Dressed in a leathery dark red coat, eyes wide open as she runs past him. Their eyes meet, no, maybe he imagines that they do. Why does he want to imagine that? (He wishes he was noticed by her). She runs by him so fast he thinks that it is just his imagination that she's beautiful. That in fact she was ugly, and just a common thief who didn't have an ounce of skill to have gotten caught.

There are a lot of guards chasing after her though. A lot of male ones... with swords... and guns. Well, that's none of his business. He's done a good job, made a butt load of money on his little adventure. Time to meet up with his friends... it's none of his business if she gets caught or not. He's no one's protector...

The man presses his lips together and starts tapping his foot in an irritating fashion.

Her lungs are burning, but she's made it this far and she refuses to get caught. It took ages to escape, months of planning and playing nice to let them drop their guards down. She can't even breathe without someone giving her permission and she can't stand that anymore. This isn't living! This is slowly dying! So she runs as fast as she can, as quickly as her legs will take her. She doesn't know these markets, and she bumps into people who don't see her in time. Hasty apologizes spewing out of her lips as she goes.

She risks looking back. Everyone is a lot closer than she thought they would be. She's not going to make it. She's going to get caught again. They are going to drag her back kicking and screaming and then she will really be a prisoner.

She feels her life slipping right out of her hands.

Without thinking she turns back ahead and runs down an alleyway, crawling through spaces and knocking things down to block their way however she can. Everything hurts. She can't give up. To give up would mean sudden death. She feels she rather die then re-

A scream is on her lips as a hand reaches out of nowhere and covers her mouth. She is pulled into the shadows and tears come streaming down her cheeks. No, she was only kidding! She doesn't want to die! She'll return home! She'll never go out again! She prays the guards will find her, but a voice whispers in her ears as she struggles.

"If you don't want them to find you, then stop making noise!" It hisses.

She freezes for some reason... trusting in the voice. She falls into a warm chest and relaxes her body, the hand around her mouth loosening quite a bit. She clings onto this mysterious man when she hears voices pass by.

"Where did she go?!"

"I don't know! I saw her head somewhere in this direction, just keeping moving!"

"We're going to lose our heads if we don't find her."

"Then for your head's sake find that damn brat!"

She flinches at the word brat and then scowls in the darkness. That was pretty harsh. She isn't a brat, she just wants to choose her own fate. Why does making their lives as guards harder automatically make her a brat? The man behind her, holding her way too closely, glares down the alleyway watching whoever was chasing her disappear around the corner. He doesn't relax, he waits a bit more... a second more... they really aren't coming back.

"You know, if you're going to be a thief the number one rule you need to remember is to not get caught. Consider yourself lucky that I was in such a helping mood to save you." The man says finally releasing his hold.

The girl wasn't expecting him to let go, so she falls down to her knees since he was the only thing holding her up. The man grunts and offers a hand, but the girl simply ignores it as she looks up at the sky and closes her eyes. Her hood falls off and the man sees the most brilliant, exotic, midnight blue he's ever seen in all of the land. When her eyes finally open he sees diamonds, as sweet and pure as chocolate. Damn, it wasn't his imagination. She really is beautiful. A beautiful girl stealing in the slums like this. It doesn't sit well within his stomach.

"I don't know if I should thank you, or scold you for giving me such a fright." The beautiful girl tells him, a hand pressed against her chest as she tries to catch her breath.

The man clears his throat and tries to seem normal, "you didn't get caught, did you?"

Her eyes narrow, "I suppose thanks are in order then. Thank you very much for helping me Mister..."

"Mest. You can call me Mest, no mister necessary. You're welcoming Miss..." he begs for her name, wondering if it matches her beauty, holding out his hand again to help her back up.

The girl smiles at the gesture and this time she grabs it. Mest wishes he wasn't wearing gloves right now so he would know what if felt like to actually touch her skin, to feel it beneath his fingers and see if it's really as soft as it looks. This girl is dangerous. Extremely dangerous. If he were with his friends they would be telling him to ditch her right now and leave. He can't find the will to go though, he's trapped in the webs of her eyes. He doesn't want to leave her, he wants to help her, and make sure she returns home safely and learns how to steal decently so the next time she steals and he's not around she'll be able to escape. If it'll even help her situation he'll give her his treasures of the day. Wow, now he's really talking crazy talk. What curse has this girl placed on him?

"I am Prin-... ah," the girl bites her lips and bows her head down, "Wendy. My name is Wendy."

"Wendy what Miss? I believe customs say it's rude to address a woman by her first name and not her last," Mest asks, pulling up whatever manners and shivery he's long abandoned.

"I don't really like customs, or traditions," Wendy spits with hatred, "so please call me whatever you must, but I would really like if it were Wendy."

"Wendy," he tries out the name, and a gust of wind rustles up his clothes.

It's perfection.

Wendy smiles and nods her head again at him. She fixes the coat on her shoulders, hiding her hair behind her hood as she places it back on.

"Thank you very much Mest for rescuing me, but I'm afraid I must be on my way. I'm... sorry, I don't really have anything as payment." Wendy blushes slightly, feeling around her pockets for something, anything to give her savior.

Why would she carry money around though when that's what her guards were for? Mest blinks his eyes a couple of times and shakes his head.

"Don't worry about it. Where do you plan on going though? I'm afraid to say that to send you on your way without at least showing you a trick or two would hurt my conscious." Mest says trying to coax her into spending a little more time with him.

More time, the day, the night. Mest's face flusters at the thought and he shakes his head, no. His thoughts aren't going to go to that. Wendy's eyes narrow and she tilts her head, not understanding what he's saying.

"Show me a trick or two? Whatever are you talking about?"

"Slide of hands? Come on, isn't that why you were getting chased? Because you got caught stealing?" Mest asks.

Wendy gasps and covers her mouth, "I would never steal! That's a crime! That's wrong!"

Mest doesn't understand; what's going on here? "Wasn't that the reason you were getting chased?"

"No!"

"Then why were you?"

"Because I ran awa-" Wendy bites her bottom lip and stops herself.

Mest... he's not understanding. He shouldn't have gotten himself involved in this. He can already hear his friend's voices in his head, laughing at him, telling him to cut his losses and leave. He can't abandon her though, he won't, why won't he?

"Because what?"

"Why I was being chased is no concern of yours. Good day," Wendy bows before heading out of the alleyway.

"Hey! Wait up! It is too a concern of mine since I'm the one who saved you! You're kind of my responsibility now kid!"

"Kid?! I am not a kid!" Wendy huffs turning back to him.

Mest scratches the back of his head and looks her up and down, "sorry to say, but you really look like one."

Her face turns as bright as a tomato, "why I've never met someone as rude as you before! And to think I thought of you as some sort of hero!"

Mest laughs at that word, hero, ha! Funny! "Wow, you really got that one wrong there. I'm no hero."

"Clearly not!"

"But I do want to help you, so here. Take this. I don't know your situation, or your policies against stealing, but if you want to get anywhere in this town you're going to need money," Mest says.

He digs into his pockets and pulls out the heaviest wallet he's stolen. Of course he'll never tell her that. He stole it, she didn't. She'll simply accept it from him without knowing where it came from. Wendy rolls her eyes and huffs, turning away from him.

"I don't want to go anywhere in this town, I want to leave this god forsaken place." She mumbles.

So quietly he almost misses it. So gently that he almost doesn't hear it. But he does, he learns that she wants to leave this town, which is an amazing coincidence because he wasn't going to stay here much longer either.

"Sorry to say, that still requires cash my dear little Wendy."

She starts to ignore him now and walks off. She especially can't turn back and let him see how his little nickname has her face flustering again. Mest pockets the wallet as he runs after her and tugs on her coat, letting the hood fall off again so he can stare at her enchanting hair.

"Wendy, please. I can help you."

"Mest, you're starting to scare me now. I thought of you as a nice person, but I'm starting to fear you're just as bad as those who chased me. Please, let me be. I don't want to be caged up here." Wendy begs, her eyes showing... so much.

Mest stares into them and sees her pain. Sees her hurt. Sees a woman who has never had an adventure, or fun, or grand battles, or probably even a stroll around a simple marketplace. A woman who has never known freedom. Ha, who is he kidding with all this freedom stuff, she's just a kid... a kid he empathizes with.

"If it is freedom you want, it is freedom I give you. I happen to own a ship." Mest says so frankly.

Wendy raises an eyebrow at him.

"A very fine ship, a beautiful ship even, with a whole arrange of different, colorful people. I offer it to you, to take you anywhere you'd like to go free of charge. Come on kid, what do you say? Because from the looks of things, you don't know where your are-"

She opens her mouth to interrupt.

"Ah-ah-ah, not truly. You have no money, and there are a lot of armed people looking for you. If you try to reach the docks from here you will surely get caught, and if you don't no man will offer you passage on their ship without a bit of... persuading, if you know what I mean."

Wendy's eyebrows furrow and it's clear that no, she doesn't have a clue on what he's insinuating. Wow, he's got a pretty pure girl on his hands... he likes that about her though.

"Why are you doing this? What is it that you want from me?" Wendy finally asks, pulling her coat closer to herself as she takes a step back.

"Why the love of a beautiful woman of course," Mest answers without hesitation.

Wendy gasps and flusters, her hands reaching out to the closest thing possible (which happened to be an empty bottle lying on the ground) and throws it straight at him. Mest yelps as he ducks just in time and waves his hands up in the air.

"I was kidding! I'm only playing! I want nothing from you except to know that you're safe and happy! I want to help you!"

"Why?! I was raised correctly, I know people take advantage of the young and foolish!" Wendy screams throwing more trash at him.

"It isn't like that! Ah! Not at all Wendy! Don't, drop that! Gods! I saw you running, you ran right past me! Our eyes met and- ouch! I just wanted to help you as soon as I saw you!" Mest confesses.

Wendy freezes, the broken glass shard in her hand dropping from her fingers, "... say that again?"

"What? Please don't hurt me?" Mest asks, disgusted with himself that he's cowering from a child.

"No, before that, or after. I don't know, you said something though, you said..." she trails off.

"Said what? That I saw you? Saw you getting chased, saw the distress on your face as our eyes met, or at least I think they met, and I just wanted to... I really wanted to help you. It felt wrong to just abandon you, so here we are! In this dirty alleyway covered in way too much shit to throw because all I wanted to do was see you safe." Mest ends with a great big huff, his hands raising in the air before dropping to his sides.

She's heard about this before, what he just described. Her mother told her about it. How scared she was to marry, how as soon as she saw her father that she knew this man would never hurt her, that this man would never wrong her... that this man was meant to be with her forever. It had been love at first sight and they ended up happily married and had her. Wendy only dreamed about that happening, wished for it so fiercely, and when the day came where she finally met her betrothed... it was to her disappointment that she felt nothing for him. She had no ultimate feelings washing away her doubts, nothing to tell her that this man would be kind, and fair, and faithful.

What Mest was describing though... it sounded a lot like that. Love at first sight. He had saved her from her guards, hadn't harmed her or treated her badly... he was rather handsome... those eyes of his very alluring. Wendy feels her face fluster as she takes a step forward. It wasn't at first sight, or maybe it was and she hadn't noticed at first.

Mest gulps at her calm and peaceful expression. Why is she looking at him like that? Why is she getting closer? Is there something on his face? His gloved hands raise up to check.

Truly, what did Wendy have to lose other than her life? If she returns she's going to lose it anyways, being forced to marry a man she felt nothing for. If she takes a chance and tries to survive on her own... she knows nothing of the peasant world, so how would she even survive? This man was offering her a way out, was offering to take care of her, was offering to protect her, was offering his love to her.

(No, he was not.)

Wendy nods her head slowly and closes the gap between them, resting her forehead against his chest. Mest immediately stiffens up as he wonders what in the world was happening right now.

"Will you... will you take care of me?"

"Uhhh," Mest gulps. Take care? As in give her money and help her escape this town she seems to despise so much? Because if that's the case then, "yes?"

Wendy looks up at him and smiles brightly. She knew it, this man was trustworthy. This man loved her, and she could surly end up with someone worse than him if she doesn't take a chance now. She likes him already, maybe in time she'll learn to love him. Something in Mest melts and softens up. She reaches for his hand and (even though he's still wearing those damn gloves) a warmth unlike he's ever known spreads through his entire body.

"Then I shall go with you Mest, wherever you're heading. Please, take me with you."

What just happened right now where she pulled a whole 360 on him and is now happily willing to go anywhere with him?... Or why does that even matter? She's agreed, he can make sure she's off this island, taken cared for, and when they reach their next destination, settle her someplace new and make sure she's safe and happy before leaving on his next adventure. He got what he wanted, let his friends ghosts laughing in his head shut up finally.

"Okay... yeah, I'll take you. Um, we should probably hide you on my ship though until we leave. I'm sure those men haven't given up on you... ah- here! Put this on. They'll recognize you with that coat, it'll be easier to sneak you away if you aren't wearing what they're expecting." Mest says slipping his coat off.

Wendy nods her head and beams with pride; she's chosen such a smart husband. She pulls the strings loose and lets her coat drop to the floor. Mest lets out a loud gasps and his coat slips out of his fingers. Wendy looks up at him and tilts her head to the side.

"What is wrong Mest?"

"You're- you're- you're the-"