BlackLynx17: I suck. I know. A late update is better than no update, right? I just read a post on twitter that said you know that a fanfiction has hope if it's been updated 6 years later and I laughed so hard reading that.


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 Nineteen

Love Letters


Wendy blinks and tilts her head, looking over Levy's shoulder. She sees a quill in her hand as she writes something down on a piece of parchment. Normally Wendy would never invade someone's personal space like this, but Levy had such pretty penmanship she only wanted to get a closer look! She had been trained for years to write this elegant (and still failed to do so) so she wanted to see Levy's, but she accidentally ended up reading what felt like a love letter.

"You want him to what?" Wendy asks, narrowing her eyes as she can't make out the words.

Levy screeches and quickly moves to cover her letter, in the process banging her foot against the desk and spilling ink all over. Wendy takes a step back, eyes wide, apologizes on her lips as she bows her head.

"I'm sorry Levy! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?!"

"Yes, yeah Wendy, I'm fine, just... what were you doing? Is something wrong? Did you need me?" Levy asks her.

"I'm so sorry Levy. I wanted to ask if you knew which map Mest was using for our destination. Whenever I ask him where we're going next he just gives me a vague answer. I got distracted by your neat handwriting though- I didn't mean to read, it just ended up... happening," Wendy blushes looking down at her hands.

"Oh... it's alright Wendy. I'm just a little bit embarrassed about this," Levy blushes turning back in her seat.

She brings out a handkerchief and tries to dry the ink and clean up the mess behind it.

"Why? Were you writing a love letter to Gajeel?" She asks.

"Er-" her face turns more red, "yes, I was. Just a simple love letter, nothing more."

Wendy furrows her eyebrows and tilts her head slightly to the side, "doesn't he live here on the ship though? Why don't you just go and tell him what you want to say? What's the point of writing a letter?"

"It's just this thing we do Wendy."

Wendy doesn't understand and Levy can see it clearly on her face. It's so scrunched up it's funny to look at and she laughs. Wendy doesn't understand even more now; why is she laughing? Levy shakes her head and drops her handkerchief.

"I love Gajeel very much, we both love each other, but... hmm, have you ever run out of things to say to Mest?"

Wendy blinks and shakes her head, "no, not really."

"Or how about has there ever been something you wanted to say to him, but you were too embarrassed to ask out loud?"

That she gets, "yes, just a few things here and there." (She's lying, most of them are questions about the ship and she doesn't want to seem like an idiot in front of him for not knowing certain things, so she usually goes to Natsu for her answers because he never judges her... only laughs).

"Okay, good. Writing a letter can help with that, with words you want to say, but you feel as if you say them out loud your heart will explode. Gajeel, when we first started dating, he was always rude and cruel with his words, but he never really meant them. I understood that about him, that sometimes it's hard for him to say what he really means. He wrote me a letter one day explaining all his feelings and just," Levy smiles fondly to herself as she thinks back, "and I wrote one back, and just... we kept it going. It's a nice little surprise every now and then. Sometimes we write about nothing, sometimes about old memories, sometimes I just write the word I love you and give it to him. It's nothing big or fancy really, but it's special."

"Oh... I think I understand now. Wow, I'm jealous. The only letters I've ever written were invitations and thank you notes. I've never written a love letter before." Wendy pouts.

Levy blinks, "would you like to Wendy?"

"Huh? What?! Oh no, I couldn't! I've never written a love letter before!" She blushes waving her hands in front of her face.

"Well that's easy. Like I said you can start off small, maybe just write I love you or something? It doesn't matter what the words are Wendy, just the feelings put behind them. I can help you write the first one, if you want."

Wendy looks up from underneath her eyelashes as she chews on her bottom lip, "would you?"

Levy reaches out and pats the top of her head, "of course Wendy, come on. Pull up a chair, I'll get you some parchment and a quill and we can start it together."

Wendy nods her head full of enthusiasm... and then pauses for a second, "... do you... do you think Mest would want a love letter from me?"

"What are you, crazy? Of course he would! Mest loves you very much Wendy! You're his wife! He would love to get a letter from you! Tons of letters! Don't ever doubt that!"

Wendy nods her head again, thinking of herself silly. Of course Mest would like one, it's a letter filled with her love and they love each other. She just thought that he might think of it as a nuisance to send her words instead of saying them, like she thought when Levy first told her. Mest wasn't mean like that though, so what was she thinking?... She still feels nervous in the pit of her stomach.

"You promise to help it sound good, right?"

Levy blinks and forgets that Wendy's just a little girl, just like her, in her first relationship, with her first love. They've been together for a while now, but still she rushed into a marriage with Mest. There were probably a lot of things they didn't know about each other, and although their relationship seemed strong, she still had doubts.

"I promise you Wendy, don't worry. This is supposed to be fun, I'm sure he'll love it."

Wendy takes a small breath, "okay, let's do it!"


Mest blinks as he stares down at his tiny princess. She's staring down at her feet, fidgeting and rubbing one foot on the back of her leg, hands behind her as her cheeks fluster and turn red. Immediately he thinks that she's done something bad and is trying to appeal to his better nature and look cute so he doesn't punish her.

"Did you start another fire with Natsu?"

"What?! No, of course not! Why would you think that?"

"... don't worry about it, so what's up? Is there something wrong?... Did someone do something to you?" Mest growls, eye narrowing.

"What? Mest! Stop guessing! It's nothing like that!"

"Then what's wrong?" He asks, "because you look guilty."

"I do NOT look guilty! I just, well it's just... you see... I um..." Wendy's face flusters. Her hands are shaking as she slowly brings them in front of her. Her fingers are crushing the envelope she's holding and she gasps, easing up. The damage is done though, her letter is now all wrinkly and she tried so hard to make it perfect.

"For me?" Mest asks reaching out to take it.

He grabs it before Wendy knows what he's doing. Her eyes immediately widen and she jumps up in the air to get it back. Mest, so in tuned to teasing her by keeping things away from her, automatically lifts his hand up higher where she can't reach.

"Wait! Don't! I ruined it! I don't want you to read it!" She whines.

"So it is for me, who is it from? Did you write me a letter?" He asks looking at the front.

It doesn't have anything written on it, but there is a seal on the back that he recognizes as theirs. Wendy stops jumping and pouts. It's too late, she should have never done this. Why oh why did she think of this as such a romantic gesture? She quickly turns on her tail and runs away before Mest can read her ridiculous letter and laugh at her.

"Ah- wait! Wendy!" Mest calls out her name, but she's already gone.

Mest sighs and looks back at the envelope. He teased her too much... again. He really needs to stop doing that before she really gets mad at him... he can't help that cute expression she makes though when he does! He yearns to see that facial expression, her face all in a pout, her bottom lip quivering, he loves it. Mest reaches to break the seal and pulls out the paper inside.

It is a letter, and it is for him, and Wendy definitely wrote it. He's never seen penmanship with so much cursive before and he knows no one here on this ship is literate enough to have learned it (Olivia and Levy maybe).

Dear Mest,

I'm really happy to have met you. Thank you for taking care of me. I hope one day I'm able to repay you for all the kindness and joy you have brought to my life. Just seeing you smile makes all my worries and fears disappear. Never be without me. I love you.

Love, Wendy

It's short... and very sweet. Mest finds himself smiling as he reads over it again. Why was she so embarrassed to give him this? He loved it. He should tell her immediately so she stops worrying. Mest starts heading down where she went, asking for her once or twice before he finally finds her in the drawing room along with Levy.

"Hi Levy, hi Wendy," Mest calls her name.

She looks up and her entire face turns red; Mest chuckles to himself.

"I read your letter. I think it's-"

"Ah! Wait!" Wendy says holding her hands out.

Mest raises an eyebrow and Levy giggles from her seat. She goes to hide behind her and Levy shakes her head slightly.

"Hi Mest. I think your wife would rather read your reply than hear it out loud."

"Read my reply?" Mest asks not getting it.

"Yes, write her back. She really wants a love letter back from you."

"LEVY!" Wendy screams sulking down to the floor.

Mest covers her mouth to muffle his laughter. Oh, so that's what she was getting at. He understands now.

"Okay, I'll get started on that immediately then."

"You can take your time," she mumbles from her hiding spot.

"I don't know, I really want to reply my love back to you. I don't think it can wait."

He can't see the bright smile that appears on her lips. Mest smiles at Levy and nods his head at her.

"I'm off then, see you later Wendy, Levy."

When Mest leaves the room Wendy finally gets up off the floor. Levy turns around and rubs the top of her head.

"There, there, see? What did I tell you?"

"Okay, you were right. I really did worry over nothing." Wendy sighs out.

"Of course, now you can wait for his reply."

She nods her head over and over again, "I can't wait."


Dear Wendy,

I'm very happy to have met you as well. I can't imagine my life anymore without you in it. You are the light to my darkest night, my shining bright star guiding my way. It is my pleasure taking care of you and it will always be a pleasure I hold dear. I don't understand this mess about repaying me because in my eyes I'm the one who owes you the debt. You trusted in a man you hardly knew and left everything you've known and loved for a life on the run. You've had to face a lot of dangers because of me and I apologize for not being able to protect you properly. I should have done a better job, I will start to do a better job! I swear nothing will ever harm you again. I love you. You have my heart and it will always be yours. Of course I'll never leave you, have you ever heard of anyone surviving without their heart? You would know, you're a doctor. Of course not. It's preposterous. As long as you keep it, I will always be near you.

Love, Mest

Wendy grins brightly as she crushes the letter to her chest. She likes this, she likes this a lot! Who knew getting love letters could make her feel this way? She only thought looking at Mest and hearing his voice would make butterflies appear in her stomach, but it seems just reading from him has the same effect. Does everything Mest do effect her like this? She doesn't know and she certainly hopes not. She doesn't want her heart to race every time she hears his name or sees something that reminds her of him.

Wendy runs off of the deck and all around the ship, looking for him. She wants to see him now, she wants to see him. She finds him down below where the cannons are messing around with one. Mest grunts as she launches herself onto him, an attack he didn't see coming so he had no time to prepare.

"Wendy," he grunts.

She rubs her face into his chest as she hugs him tightly, "I love you."

He smiles and pats her head, "there are better ways to show it. I take it you got my letter then?"

Wendy looks up at him with a bright smile on her face that makes his heart want to explode, "yup! And I-" she pauses.

Mest waits for her to continue and nods his head, "and you what?"

"I... will write you another letter about what I thought of it. I just wanted to hold you now though, so here I am." She tells him.

Mest chuckles, "hold away then."

"Aye, aye Captain," She says then buries her face in his chest again.

She takes a deep inhale of his scent and exhales happily, nuzzling closer against him. Mest smiles lightly to himself and runs his fingers through her hair.


Dear Mest,

I loved your letter. You have a way with words I didn't know you possessed. Did Levy help you write your letter? Because I must confess, she helped me a little with my first one. This one I'm writing all on my own though! So... yeah, all me. I've had a lot of fun going on adventures with you, even despite the bad things. I don't regret anything at all, so don't you ever feel bad about having me with you. You already do a wonderful job Mest protecting me, you don't have to try harder, but rather keep up the good work. No, I've never heard of someone surviving without a heart before, so it pleases me to know that you're stuck with me. I helped Mira make the dinner tonight and she carefully supervised me to make sure I don't make anyone sick. Make sure to tell me if you like it or not. I love you.

Love, Wendy


Dear Wendy,

Dinner was delicious. I'm pleased to tell you that no one threw up, so it was a huge success! Hahaha! I laughed at that, should I have written down my laughter? Now that I'm reading this it sounds stupid... oh well, I've already written so much. I see your princess side is peeking out in your letters, already demanding your loyal subject. Of course my dear princess I will follow your orders and 'keep up the good work' as you so called it. You walked out of our room wearing the yellow and blue sundress I bought you today. It looks incredibly cute on you, but now I'm wondering if it was a good idea or not to have you wear that in front of others. You should only look that cute in front of your husband.

I love you.

Love, Mest


DEAR MEST,

I'M MAD! I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU'RE MAD AS WELL, BUT YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO PUNCH JELLAL IN THE FACE FOR SEEING MY UNDERWEAR! HE WAS JUST AT THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME! HE DIDN'T MAKE THE GUST OF WIND COME OUT OF NOWHERE TO LIFT UP MY SKIRTS! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT! I SHOULDN'T EVEN WRITE TO YOU I'M SO FURIOUS! YOU ALSO DIDN'T HAVE TO GET RID OF THAT DRESS! I LOVED IT! YOU'RE MEAN MEST!

I DON'T LIKE YOU!

HATE, Wendy


Dear My Poor and Innocent Sweet Little Wife,

You seem to not understand that you belong to me and I do not like sharing what is mine. You seem to think of me as ridiculous BUT THAT BASTARD SAW UNDER YOUR SKIRT AND I COULDN'T TAKE THAT LYING DOWN! HE DESERVED THAT! I DON'T CARE IF HE WAS AT THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME! HE SHOULDN'T HAVE LOOKED! Don't worry about the dress, I'll buy you a much better, much more concealing one at our next stop.

I still love you.

Love, Your Ever Doting and Caring Husband


Dear Idiot,

I still hate you

Hate, Wendy


Dear Wendy,

I'm sorry. Please talk to me. Please return back to our room. It has three days, I can't stand you avoiding me and looking away whenever I try to catch your attention. Please forgive me.

I love you.

Love, Idiot


Dear Maybe Not An Idiot,

I love you too. Thanks for apologizing to Jellal. I'm sorry as well. I'll never wear a dress again on board so it'll never happen again. I should have known better. I miss you.

I love you.

Love, Maybe The Real Idiot


Dear My Intelligent Princess,

You're ridiculous to be apologizing to me. You're not an idiot, but a beautiful, smart, funny, incredible girl that I've fallen in love with. You never had to do that for me. If you want to wear dresses, please do, I enjoy seeing you in them immensely. I'll just be there to protect you from the winds.

Did you see Freed's face today? Apparently he lost a card game to Natsu and he drew all over his face with ink. It'll probably take a while for him to wash it all off, so enjoy it and laugh while you can.

I love you.

Love, Mest


Dear Loving Husband,

You're mean. You shouldn't laugh at Freed like that... although I did see and laughed to myself as well. I can't believe Natsu did that, he draws very well. I wish to play the same game, but I fear that I will end up losing and I do not want my face to be drawn on. I don't know why I'm so bad at card games, but I can never seem to beat anyone on this ship. Everyone else is too good.

Thanks for giving me your dessert last night. It was so delicious I felt a little bad for not thinking twice and taking it. I'll be sure to give you a surprise for my thanks.

Love, Your Wendy


Dear Loving Wife,

They cheat. That's why you never win. We don't play card games for skill, we play to see whoever can get away with cheating undetected. That's the real goal. Don't worry, you have weapons of your own. I'll show you the ways of playing like a pirate. Don't worry about the dessert, I've told you several times before all you have to do is tell me what you want and I'll shall give it to you.

I did appreciate you kissing me awake this morning though. If you would like to continue to do so, I wouldn't no be so opposed to it.

I love you.

Love, Your Mest


Wendy stares at all the letters she has hidden away in a box. She keeps it in her dresser drawer, underneath all her clothes. She doesn't have to hide it away, Mest already knows what's written since he wrote it, but she's cautious. She doesn't want to lose them or let anything happen to them. She loves this. She loves receiving letters from him and writing back. She loves this extra way of communication, this extra way of showing her love and getting showered in his. She only wishes Levy would have told her about it earlier so she could have been writing him letters much sooner.

She's more confident now about what she writes and is less indecisive. She no longer has to write one letter three times for it to be perfect. She can just write what she feels, but that's what Mest does every time. Mest... her love. She wants to see him. She always wants to see him after she reads his letters. Wendy doesn't know why she doesn't just stand there and read his letter in front of him; it would certainly save time searching for him. She should do that next time, yeah, but first she should write a return letter.

Wendy walks towards the desk in their quarters and finds some paper, a quill, and ink. She dips the quill in the ink before she starts her return love letter.

Dear Mest,

She wants this letter to be different and special. Technically, each letter she writes is different and special, but this time she wants this one to be the best she's ever written! She wonders how she can make it that way though...

Dear Mest,

I love you.

She always writes that.

I adore you.

Isn't that the same thing? Geez, what haven't they talked about yet? A lot, it seems, but she wants it to be about him and her... Wendy blinks softly as she stares up at the ceiling... she never really told him how she felt when she first saw him. She did, in a couple of words, about how she thought it could be love at first sight, but then she remembers him thinking that she was just using her. Ugh, she remembers all that arguing before it led up to them trying to fall in love with each other (when they already were). Maybe she shouldn't bring that up. She thinks of herself as such a child back then and is embarrassed to even think about it (although only a few months have passed since that has happened). Maybe something else?

Dear Mest,

I love you. I adore you. When I thought of my love at first sight I imagined someone tall. Tall and handsome, with blonde hair, and blue eyes, a strong chin, and flawless features. He would ride a white steed and during our first meeting he would bring me flowers and presents and completely capture me with his dazzling smile. He would worship the floor I walked on and would do everything and anything I asked of him. I can't believe I ever thought of such a thing. Obviously everything I imagined I read from stories. It's actually a bit embarrassing that I admitted that story. Anyways, the point that I'm trying to make is you're not that and I couldn't be happier. My love at first sight prince charming was someone so unbelievable he couldn't be real, and maybe that is what set me up with disaster when I met my ex-fiance... but then again, when I first looked at you...

You were no prince charming. You didn't come save me on a white steed, but completely scared me to my core when you grabbed me and held me close to your chest. You were tall, I have to admit I hate that feature because it makes it so easy for you to loom over me, but you didn't have blonde hair or blue eyes. Not a strong chin or beautiful features. You weren't perfect and flawless... and I loved that. I didn't need what I imagined because what I imagined was a princess's dream. I wasn't a princess though, I didn't want to be, I wanted to be normal, and in a normal world you were exactly what I would have dreamed up. It was love at fist sight. If I had to name one thing only, I have to say it was your eyes that completely enticed me. It was like I was under a spell when I gazed into them. No matter what facial expression you made, I think I remember you being mad at me or thinking of me silly or dumb, your eyes were so bright and filled with warmth I fell under their spell. You were incredibly handsome. You had flaws, scars, but that is what made you who you are and I love who you are. I love the scar on your face, I love your shaggy hair, and your small little goatee. I love how you only wear dark clothes, no matter how warm it is, and the silly hat you always have on. Sorry, not a silly hat, but sometimes it looks a little bit... funny.

I didn't like how you lied and tricked me, but I understood. It was partly my fault anyway, so I can't blame everything on you. I just... fell in love at first sight with you. Thinking back I see it, when I first saw you, it was the first time in my life I ever felt like... ever felt... whole. Does that make sense? I don't think it does. It was the first time in my life I ever felt welcomed... ugh, words are failing me it seems. I don't know, I just felt like if I didn't go with you I would never be the same again. I hope that sounds better. Anyways, what I'm trying to say after this very long letter, if you still don't understand, is just this.

I was meant to be with you.

I love you.

Love, Your Wendy


Mest walks up to Wendy in the hall. She has a bright smile on her face, ready to get his return letter and read it quickly in front of him before throwing her arms around him. Nothing appears behind his back though. No, Mest surprises her by bending down, cupping her face, and smashing their lips together. She squeals and her eyes go wide as he kisses her fiercely, eyes closed as he runs his tongue across her lips. She's left breathless and tries parting, but he doesn't let her go until his lungs are screaming, demanding for air.

Wendy finally gets free and takes large breaths, her legs shaking and feeling like jelly. She leans into his arms and holds onto his shirt, eyes wide as she looks into his. He looks so serious, so hurt, so... strong, so... she can't describe it. It seems words are still failing her.

"I was meant to be with you Wendy," Mest tells her directly to her face.

Her eyes widen and a tear falls out of her eye. She knew he would write that back. She knew the words would be on the next letter and that it would make her smile and want to hug him, but to hear it out loud? In front of her? Voice filled with truth and love? It made her heart go crazy.

"I was meant to be with you too Mest." She replies back.

A look of pure bliss and happiness appears on Mest's face and it makes her heart hurt even more than it already does. He's kissing her again, backing her up against a wall, hovering over her as he slams their lips together. Wendy is desperate to meet his stride, match his pace, and wraps her arms around his neck to pull him closer.

Neither of them hear the footsteps coming down the hall.

Neither of them hear as the conversation that was loud suddenly goes quiet.

They do hear the awkward cough though and freeze, looking over. Azlack and Bisca are standing there, faces flustered, and they avoid eye contact as they quickly scurry past them. Mest groans and Wendy hides in his shoulder.

"We should do this somewhere private, I apologize for not being able to control my feelings." Mest tells her.

"Don't, it's not like I was trying to stop you anyway," she replies.

They look at each other in the eyes and break out in laughter.

"Thank you for your letter. Thank you for all of them. I'm really happy that you started doing so."

"Me too. It's a lot of fun. Sometimes words fail me, so I'm glad if there is something I can't say out loud I can always write it to you."

Mest nods his head and presses a gentle kiss against her lips, "there should never be anything you can't tell me Wendy."

"Oh, so we should never keep secrets from each other, right?" Wendy asks raising an eyebrow.

"Of course, never between us." Mest agrees.

"So do you mind telling me where we are heading? No one seems to be telling me a thing, and normally I wouldn't think anything of it, but they're being unusually tight lipped about it and you aren't making my suspicions disappear at all."

Mest blinks a couple of times and leans away, "there should never be secrets... but there should always be surprises."

"Mest!"

"I'm sorry Wendy, I love you very much though! I'll write my reply to your letter soon!"

"Come back here Captain Gryder! I'm not done with you!" She calls out.

Mest starts running and laughs loudly to himself. Wendy rolls her eyes, smile on her face, as she chases after him.