BlackLynx17: SO LISTEN UP! The reason why this chapter is so short is because it acts like a prologue, a new arc to Love At First Sight. In the first arc Mest met Wendy and it was all about them falling in love. I love how it ended with them getting married, confessing their love for each other, and staying together. That was the perfect ending to the first arc. Now we have a new one starting, so this is to sort of ease you into it and give you a little recap. Wendy is now a full fledge pirate and has been for nearly a year now (it's important to know that a full year hasn't passed yet with her onboard). This is the start of a new arc with her new adventures being a Fairy Tail pirate. I think I only have three arcs written so far? I don't want to give away too much details, so I won't. Know the next chapter will be a normal length one though. As always thanks for your reviews and interests. Please consider buying me a ko-fi at blacklynx17. Let's get started now shall we?


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 Twenty-Two

New Adventures


Wendy slowly opens her eyes. She lets herself adjust to the sight of her room as she curls her toes over and over again. Another early morning. She doesn't mean to, but she can't help being an early riser. She lets out a small yawn as gets out of bed, careful not to disturb her husband because she knows how he gets when he's cranky. Like every other morning she wakes up too early for her own good she walks over towards the kitchen and makes herself some tea. Sometimes Mirajane is there getting an early start on breakfast and they enjoy each other's company, but today is not one of those mornings. She sits down in a chair and stares out into the ocean from one of the windows as she sips.

Memories of everything passes through her mind. Wendy thinks of nothing and everything at the same time. She thinks of herself completely happy and smiles being able to wake up like this every single day of her life. When Wendy finishes drinking her tea, she makes some coffee for Mest and heads back to the room. He doesn't usually drink this stuff, but after the way she saw him drinking last night she's sure he could use some for the morning.

When Wendy returns to their room he is still passed out lying on the bed. She places the cup on top of the nightstand before sitting down next to him. She leans closer, looking at his sleeping face and takes a moment to admire everything about it. He hasn't aged a bit in her eyes, still the handsome pirate she fell in love with a year ago. Wendy closes her eyes and leans forward, pressing their lips together gently. She doesn't get a response and does it again, and again, cupping his cheeks as she kisses him. She feels something in a while, arms circling around her, hoisting her up on top of him. Mest leans up, yearning for her kisses, running his hands up her back and grabbing her hair. When they part Wendy meets hazy green eyes, blinking slowly, trying to figure out if this is a dream or not. She reaches up her hands and strokes them through his hair, massaging his scalp as he tries to get his thoughts into place. Mest groans slightly and closes his eyes.

"Yeah, just keep doing that," he moans.

Wendy giggles, "morning husband."

"Morning wife," Mest sighs out peacefully.

He protests when she moves away from him; pulling him up into a sitting position. She hands him his coffee and moves over to sit behind him. Mest thanks her before taking a sip, relaxing back as she starts massaging his shoulders.

"Your shoulders are really stiff Mest. You should relax more or else you're going to get grey hairs early."

Mest spits up in his coffee as he laughs, "I'm not that old Wendy; if anything you're the main reason I'm going to grow grey early."

"Ah- no I'm not! I'm helping you relax!" Wendy pouts smacking his shoulders.

Mest laughs louder this time and places his cup down, turning around and wrapping his arms around her. Wendy is still pouting and glares lightly at him, struggling to get out of his hold.

"You're right, I'm sorry dear. Let's kiss and make up," he grins.

Wendy snorts when he presses their lips together, "you know, if you want to kiss me you don't have to make me mad to do so."

"You have to admit that was a low blow with the grey hairs; you know I'm sensitive about my age."

"Ah yes, my old husband. I'll have you know my father was ten years older than my mother. Five years seems like nothing compared to that. If you still feel sour then we can not celebrate your birthday until I catch up. How does that sound?"

"Makes me sound even older to be ignoring my birthdays at 23," Mest chuckles.

"You said it, not me," Wendy smiles back.

Mest raises his hand and cuffs her cheek, Wendy nuzzling against it gently. He strokes her cheek before brushing her stray hair behind her ear, letting his fingers graze her neck, tugging at the two chains she wears around it. One was the necklace he gave her on their first treasure hunt together, the second a locket he bought for her birthday holding a picture of the two of them on their wedding day. He has a matching pair around his neck and has never taken it off... more than once. There was a time he was gambling and threw it in the pile to be able to stay in the game; it was pure luck that he won the winning hand. (Of course he felt incredibly bad afterward despite winning and swore to never tell her and spend his winnings on more gifts for her).

"Still love being with a pirate?" Mest asks her.

Wendy stares him in the eyes and asks the same question, "still love being with a princess?"

"Every day," he grins at her.

"Good, me too."