BlackLynx17: Was thinking of my favorite OTP's and I missed this couple, so faster update!


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 Thirty-Two

Wild Soul


He hears his men cheering out on the deck. It's a lot louder than usual, did they discover land or something? No, that's impossible. They still had a few more days at sea before they even got into the South Blue. Something is happening out there though. Mest gets up and heads for the door, leaving the charter room and heading for the deck. He sees everyone crowded around cheering out names. Oh, they're having a duel right now. It shouldn't be surprising, they did this a lot actually. There's only so much entertainment at sea. Mest sighs and shakes his head, hoping no one gets too hurt this time around. He turns around to head back to the room, but freezes when he makes out a certain chant.

"Go Wendy! Take him out Wendy! Wendy! Wendy!"

Mest's eyes go wide and he practically runs back on deck, shoving through the crowd as he sees his worst fear. Wendy is sword fighting against Natsu, sweat running down her face, hair wild everywhere as she fights. His blood starts to boil; he told her she wasn't allowed to do this! She wasn't allowed to fight with his crew, only train with Erza and Jellal because those two never actually hurt her! She wasn't supposed to be fighting! He has half a mind to stop the fight and drag her out of there... he can't though. He can't touch her, that was her punishment. He could still use his captain powers and order this fighting to cease and punish those who actually went along with fighting his wife.

Wendy dodges Natsu's sword, swinging hers up with all her might. Natsu loses his balance and she runs up, shoving her body against his, knocking him on the floor. She quickly steps on his chest, stopping him from getting up, and points her sword at his throat.

It's over just like that.

"Yield!" She yells.

"I yield," Natsu says, a proud ass grin on his face.

She is no longer the wimpy princess she was when she first arrived. She has truly turned into a pirate. And just because she doesn't like hurting others, doesn't mean she stopped learning how to fight and protect herself. Her friends cheer around her and Wendy raises her arms in the air, smiling brightly. She did it! She won a fight! Sure she lost a couple before, but this time she won! She stares at her friends as she turns around, pausing a second when she sees Mest's eyes on her. Their eyes meet and she stares for a second, seeing the anger on his face. She huffs and quickly turns away, helping Natsu to his feet and laughing when he hugs her tightly.

Something inside of Mest snaps. She knows what she's doing... this was all her idea. From that one glance, she smirked at him. He growls out and turns around, going back to his room. No, he will not break first. She's only doing this because she wants him to react and grab her. Well he isn't as weak as she seems to think he is. He isn't going to do to anything; let her run wild. Let her get... Mest gulps thickly, hurt. She's only going to be in more trouble the moment they land and he drags her away from their crew.

Wendy watches Mest retreating form and smirks. It worked, it actually worked. She can do whatever she wants right now. A wide grin forms on her lips and she cheers out, holding her sword up.

"Who's next?!"


Wendy doesn't think she's ever had this much fun with the crew in the past week. She has done everything and anything her friends had suggested, all the things Mest shook his head at and warned her against. She had drinking contests with her friends below deck (always getting sick right after and never winning, but she was getting the hang of getting drunk now), she made special dishes with Natsu in Mira's kitchen when she wasn't around (most of them ended up terrible, but it was fun trying them until Mira came once when they exploded her kitchen and made them scrub it clean), she learned how to use the cannons below deck with Gajeel and actually found it quite interesting and laughed when he let her launch one (it didn't hit anything because there wasn't anything around to hit, but it did make a large splash that had her laughing). She asked for more forbidden books from Erza and stayed up all night reading them, blushing and covering the page whenever things got too spicy. She gambled with her friends (although she had nothing to bet, Natsu was nice enough to loan her some money and she was proud to say she was really good at winning). She went back to manual labor instead of being the ships doctor alone and helped Natsu fix up the ship, helped Bickslow keep watch at the crow's nest as they throw things down at the crew, helped Jellal keep watch through the night when everyone else in the ship was asleep.

Hell, she even watched a fight break out on deck and jumped overboard when her friends were thrown over to help save them. It felt great, it felt liberating, and best of all, it made her forget about how much she missed Mest. No one questioned this new Wendy, afraid of what they might discover. They liked this new Wendy so they just went along with everything. Natsu had gotten her into playing pranks on the rest of the crew, and she has to admit that's the most fun she's had so far. It would be little things, tripping people, hiding things, but Natsu was the master adding his special hot sauce concoction to people's food when they weren't looking and watching them scream out. She wasn't as skillful to get away with that, but she hopes one day she would be able to.

"Hey Wendy!"

Wendy looks down from the crow's nest, stale bread in her hand ready to toss it over at an unexpected Max. She sees Lisanna down below smiling and waving her hand at her.

"Come down here! The girls are planning something!" Lisanna cheers.

"Sorry Bickslow, gotta go," Wendy grins, flicking a piece of bread at him.

"No problem girly, come by again whenever you want," Bickslow grins at her.

She climbs down the crow nest carefully, slipping once or twice in the past. This would be a nasty fall and it's not like she wants to hurt herself. When she gets to the deck she looks over at Lisanna, who is waving up at Bickslow before looking back at her.

"The girls are getting a make-over and dressing up. Come join us." She says grabbing her hand.

Wendy's face scrunches up. She remembers her time back at the castle, the hours it would take for her to be 'presentable' for the public. That doesn't sound like any type of fun.

"I don't think so, I like keeping watch with Bickslow." Wendy says shaking her head.

"No, come on! It'll be fun!"

"I don't think-"

"Stop thinking and just do! We're having a party tonight! Mirajane says she's making a big banquet, so we all need to dress up! They'll be dancing and a small fire, we have to look our best Wendy!"

Wendy sighs, pouting lightly as she lets Lisanna drag her off. A party did sound fun, especially with how long they've been at sea. She did like dancing and she especially loved food. She'll only let them help her dress and fix her hair a little, but nothing else! Thinking of food was making her stomach growl. Lisanna drags Wendy to the refreshers and she grimaces, not wanting to wash off. She had already done so this morning. All the other girls were in there though and Wendy made a party, throwing soap at everyone, splashing them with water. It turned into a water fight and she enjoyed it more than she thought she would have. An hour later all the girls were inside of their room, gathering around fawning over outfits and exchanging make-up.

"I think we're going to have a lot of fun dressing you up Wendy, your skin is so fair like a dolls, and your hair is still cute and soft," Lucy smiles, touching her.

"Just make it quick. I don't like dressing up, it would take hours back at the castle and it would be the most dullest, painful part of the day." Wendy pouts.

"Well that's because we weren't here with you Wendy, obviously," Erza shakes her head at her, "someone go to her room and grab every dress she has. We're going to make you look absolutely sexy Wendy. We're all going to have all the boys drooling over us."

Wendy hums, liking the sound of that a little. She held her tongue and let the girls take control of her. Held her breath when they doused her with scents and rubbed creams onto her. Bit her lips when they combed through her hair roughly and tried styling it. Tried not to cry when they put make-up on her face and especially on her eyes (since they were the most innocent looking thing on her). She had some say in the dress she wore, one of her favorites. It was sleeveless, her top being held together by a necklace around her neck, blue, green, yellow stripes running down her dress before it became all green and criss-crossed. They gave her armbands to put on her arms, shoes that weren't boots that did nothing to protect her against the seas, and laughed all the while at the boys who would freak out looking at them.

What felt like hours later Wendy stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair was curled outwards, a random braid in it with a pretty golden clip in her hair. Her face looked less chubby and innocent, her cheeks more rosy than usual, her lips a soft pink color, her eyelashes dark and popping. She was wearing bracelets and armbands, the two necklaces Mest gave her hidden underneath her dress. She looked pretty cute, completely different from a princess. Everyone looked beautiful around her, and Wendy decided this wasn't so terrible as she thought to be. She still didn't like how strongly she smelled though.

It was dark by the time they went to the deck and everything was ready. Candles were lit all around, a small contained fire was burning brightly as their bonfire. The food was set out everywhere and music was playing loudly. Wendy clapped her hands in delight and went straight for the food table while all the girls went to show off their beauty. She loved these parties they had on the deck, loved dancing around like crazy and singing along to pirate songs she now knew the lyrics to. What she especially loved was stuffing her face, although she had to be careful now because of her make-up. Wendy sat on the deck with a plateful of food, smiling brightly to herself as she ate. She had no idea that someone had their eyes on her, breath sucking into their chest.

Mest didn't know what he was looking at. An angel? A goddess? She looked like his wife, but at the same time, didn't. What in the world did his crew do to her? She shouldn't be allowed to look so beautiful in front of other people, only him, and she didn't even notice. She was just smiling and filling her face with more and more food. He wanted to go over and talk to her, go over and hold her, grab her, kiss her senselessly and forget about everything. He wanted to ravish her. He could do it, everyone would be out on the deck partying, no one would know they were missing. No one would hear her screaming his name, over and over again from pleasure. Mest licks his lips and takes a step forward. He's broken out of his trance when a hand slams against his back, nearly knocking him off of his feet.

"She looks pretty sexy, huh?" Erza smirks at him knowingly.

Mest gets back to his feet and glares at her, "what did you do?"

"Nothing at all, the girls and I just got all dressed up to party. You should really forget about whatever reason you're mad at her and ask her to dance Captain." She tells him.

"And I thought I told you to mind your own business?" Mest replies back.

Erza shrugs at him and turns around, her hair flowing and her dress fluttering, "don't say I didn't warn you then."

He watches as she walks her way to Wendy, talking with her a minute where she nodded her head and put her food down. Erza gives him a knowing glance as they walk over towards the middle of the deck and start dancing to the music. Wendy has a bright smile on her face while Erza twirls her around, something he always does when they're dancing, and laughs out loudly. Mest squeezes his shoulder as he leans against the railing, watching them. He desperately needs a drink and goes to find one.

"May I cut in?"

Wendy and Erza both look and see Natsu there smiling with Lucy. He teases and bows to the princess, making Wendy giggle and curtsy back.

"Of course you may young pirate," Wendy says and takes his hand.

Erza laughs and Lucy giggles, the two of them dancing away while Wendy and Natsu twirl each other around. He picks her up and spins her around, doing moves she didn't even know he had, moves she didn't even know how to dance with.

"I'm happy to see you smiling Wendy," Natsu tells her, spinning them around.

"Thanks Natsu, I'm happy to be smiling again as well," Wendy says, doing this weird little shake move.

"I don't know what happened between you and the Captain, but I just hope it doesn't last forever. You two really love each other. I'll always be here for you if you need anything, I think of you as my little sis, so tell me if he ever fucks up and I'll beat him up for you."

Wendy laughs and stops dancing, throwing her arms around Natsu and hugging him tightly to her chest.

"Thanks Natsu, everything is fine though. We're just having a little spat; the minute we land everything is going to be great again, until then since I'm already in trouble I figure how much worse can it get? Let me go out with a bang!"

Natsu grins brightly and nods his head, "I like the sound of that. Let's break out the rum!"

They dance. They drink. They sing. Somehow she gets roped into an eating contest and is proud when she comes out in third place (Natsu first, Gajeel second). She doesn't join along in the drinking contest, but doesn't refuse when people keep refilling her cup. She sings the loudest she can when the pirate tunes come, swaying side to side with her arms around Gray and Juvia. The fun seems to last all night long and she doesn't even realize it when she passes out and snoozes softly in a corner of the deck. She doesn't realize when a warm, caring hand brushes against her hair, to check if she's alright. Mest sighs as he reaches down and picks her up. This isn't cheating, he can't just leave her out here like this. He walks below deck towards their room; despite neither of them sleeping in it in the past couple of days, he hates how she's been forcing herself to lay in that small bed inside of the infirmary.

As soon as he closes the door the music seems to be muffled away. Mest carried her to the bed and gently pulls back the covers before tucking her in. He's missed her, missed her beyond his wildest beliefs and doesn't know how much he can stand. Wendy mumbles under her breath, words he can't make out, and snuggles deeply into the hand that's pressed against her chest. She smiles and holds onto it tightly.

"Mest," she sighs out.

Mest flinches and feels his heart soar. He thinks she's awake, but snores soon escape from her lips. So she still dreams about him. He stays and strokes her hair, hoping she won't remember this in the morning, cheating and getting small touches from her before he leaves. Slowly his hand pulls away and she squeezes him tightly, not wanting him to leave.

"I love you Wendy," he whispers, letting his hand finally get free.

A frown appears on her face, but she just rolls around in bed and cuddles with one of the cushions. Mest sighs out and stands up, heading back to the door, back out to the party. Soon, he tells himself, soon.


Wendy's done with being bad. She'd done. She's partied enough in her lifetime. She's had enough hangovers for a lifetime. She's done being a bad little princess. She just wants to lay down in bed and stay there until everything is better again. That's what she wants to do, so that's what she's going to do. She stays there and tries falling back asleep, maybe succeeding, until the door opening wakes her back up.

"Wendy? You okay in there?"

Wendy moans loudly into the pillow. Mirajane slowly walks over and turns the girl over, a frown on her face as she stares at her. She places a hand over her forehead and tsks.

"You don't look so well and you have a fever."

"I feel terrible," Wendy croaks out.

"Well you should. Stay here, I'll make something for you and see if I can find any fever medicine in the infirmary."

"Use the- the-the whatchamacallit plant, I don't know my head hurts. The stupid pink one, just grind it up into tea and I should be good," Wendy tells her.

"Right, of course, you are the ship's doctor. The doctor getting sick herself," Mirajane giggles as she stand back up.

Wendy just curls back into the blankets, wanting nothing more than to stay there and be engulfed in everything. Mirajane quietly closes the door behind her and heads to the infirmary. She hasn't really been in here for a while since Wendy has taken over the doctor duties; she can now focus all her attention on cooking. She glances at the plants, looking for the one Wendy described, and giggles as the cute little name tag on it. She picks a few leaves before going to the kitchen, walking around her passed out friend's bodies who have yet to awaken, putting on a pot of water before she begins to make some soup.

The door opens and she looks up from her task to spare a quick glance, moving over to get started on breakfast since it seems people are starting to wake up now.

"Wendy has a small fever," she says softly.

"What?" Mest asks, his head snapping up.

He regrets it, because he feels a dull pain, and hisses as he clutches his head. Mirajane places a cup of water on the table for him to drink.

"Don't worry, it isn't bad. She told me what to do and she should be okay by tomorrow. I'll check on her every so often... unless you want to?"

Mest scowls and doesn't say anything. Mirajane hums to herself as she grinds up the leaves, pouring steaming water over them in a cup. She ladles soup in a bowl and places everything on a tray.

"No? Then thank you for volunteering to finish breakfast for me Captain while I go take care of your wife. Good luck," Mirajane smirks, swaying her hips as she walks past him.

Mest groans and slams his head down on the table, not even having enough strength to care. She'll take care of Wendy. How did she catch that cold though? Her dress didn't really cover much and he was sure to wrap her up in covers to keep her warm. He should be tending to her side right now... instead he can't even move a muscle. Mirajane returns to the room and makes Wendy sit up so she can feed her. She's reluctant at first, but does as told and drinks the tea, accepting spoonfuls of soup.

"Did you have fun yesterday?"

Wendy groans in response.

"Everyone else sure did, although they will be paying for it this morning. I ran into Mest this morning. Told him about your fever, he looked concerned."

Wendy doesn't say anything to that.

"Should we be worried? At first I thought nothing of it, but it's been a while since you two have talked."

Wendy drinks the soup, "we'll be fine as soon as we make port."

"Oh... well then that's nothing to worry about, since we should be making port later tonight."

Wendy's eyes widen and she turns to Mirajane, "really?"

"Yup. We're in the South Blue now. Maybe that's why you got a fever, the waters and winds are colder here; you must have not noticed. Remember to keep warm Wendy, we'll be arriving in Briss Kingdom tonight. You'll like it, it's pirate friendly and we always stayed there whenever we come to visit. Fight this fever so we can have a fun night." Mirajane tells her.

Tonight. Tonight they were going to land. Tonight Mest was finally going to look at her again, speak to her, touch her, caress her, kiss her, ruin her. Wendy gulps thickly, her mouth going dry. She's been waiting for this day for so long and now she's scared. Will he punish her further for everything she's done? Or will he actually keep his promise and calm this raging storm in the pit of her stomach? She's scared to find out. She's scared to face him. She wants to run. She wants to run away.

She can't do that now though, not when they're at sea. She's afraid that he'll hurt again like he's been doing. Keep ignoring her. Give her something else to rebel against. No, she'll run, she'll run until she calms down, and run until she misses him. She's waited for this moment for so long and now she's afraid to face it, so she'll do what feels natural to her. Run until she can't get away anymore.