A/N: GLADIATOR AU. So I had this idea when i'm talking to The Green Alice, anyways, the theme was disturbing so WARNING.

This is rated M.

Oh. NeverInUrWildestDreams don't own FAIRY TAIL. Guys I am not Mashima.

Safe and Sound.

Summary: I wished we met in different circumstances.

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Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound

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Juvia curved her hands on her ears and prayed to Gods and Goddesses that the chaos outside her door would stop. Her sobs were stuck inside her and wanted to be released, her tears were constantly falling from those beautiful orbs of hers. Her parents, the King and Queen was outside protecting the kingdom, and she should too, instead her parents wanted her to hide, she was the only heir of one of the oldest Kingdom in the City of Fiore. She wished that her parents would be saved, that her kingdom would be protected by the Gods, she wished that this was all a bad dream, a dream she would soon be awake, and it would just be a memory fade, but as another sob raked her body, she knew that this was reality, this was cruelty.

"Where is the princess?" a gruff voice asked from outside the door, and Juvia suddenly wanted to go out her sanctuary and jump out her window and run away from this ill-forsaken place. But her thoughts were cut short when she heard her father's voice.

"You will have to go through me before you pass." His voice was strong, so powerful, that it made Juvia's face broke into a bittersweet smile, instantly, she did not want to leave anymore, she would be strong like her father, she would face this nightmare and would come out the victor.

"King Jellal of the Water Kingdom….don't you recognize me?" the voice inquired, his voice mocking and challenging, and Juvia persuaded that the erratic beating of her heart was because of her fear.

"It cannot be. How—you are—"

"Yes, I am Gray of the Ice Kingdom, the only son of the mighty Silver, the water on your sea still run as strong as your memory, my king, but after this day, your legacy will go down like the way your kingdom will fall, and the sand beneath your feet will be the only one to be reminded by your blood." His every word came out like an oath, a promise, a death call, Juvia heard the clashing of the swords, the metals screeched as it collided with flesh, and after that the world became quiet, the world became still, the world became agonizingly poisonous.

Juvia wished, she wished that once her door opened, she would be met by the warm smile of her father. And everything would be alright. She wished.

Because when the door opened, what she saw made her heart wrenched painfully, what she saw made her asked why the gods did not save her, her family, her people, and her kingdom. She leapt out of the door, and kicked and punched those who tried to hold her, she felt her eyes stung when her hair was yanked by forcefully. And blue clashed with dark blue.

As she stood there scared and motionless, he looked her up and down and up again, and she would have covered herself by her arms if it wasn't for his warriors holding her. She could not help but look at him, teary-eyed but she tried to look tough, she could not let this man, this poor excuse of a gentleman to see her fear.

"A true beauty of Royalty, my prince." A voice said from behind her, and the princess cringed at the reek of his breath. The other men laughed together with the first one and lecherously ran their hands down her body, she tried to shake their hands off her when their prince socked their face. She watched as the soldiers trampled back.

"Take your filthy hands off her, I will only say this once, if I see any of you touch her, I will not hesitate to bury you all alive. She is mine."

She shivered, she did not know anymore what was worse. He carried her high on his shoulders, she tried to protest but his hands stilled her down. "There are women we captured; you can use them as your entertainments."

Juvia's eyes widens, No, not her people, she could not let any woman got rape, she would not let any woman got slaved around, but she knew she could no longer do that. She choked back her tears but when she saw her Father and mother's body lying on the floor, swimming on the mixture of their blood and sand, it was all Juvia's strength not to let her tears fall.

When the Prince walked out, the entire troops cheered. "The Water Kingdom has fallen."

The servants clad on the skimpiest and most revealing clothes she saw, tried to wash her up. They giggled when she did not let them take her robes away, she did not trust them, not one bit, all these people were her enemy, the ones that killed her family and took her out of her home. She knew she was being irrational but she knew it was her way into coping for her loss. She hated them, she hated them all, especially that beast.

"Aren't you a beauty?"one of them cooed as they poured water on her porcelain skin.

"Just look at her skin, never seen a skin as white as the snow." The others agreed, she just ignored them, the jasmine oils were calming her, and the lavender scented goo relaxed her hair.

"You are a lucky girl, to be chosen by the Prince Gray." And they giggled like a harlot would do; maybe they were harlots, judging from their clothes.

She just sighed; she ignored the annoying laughter of the servants, and focused on something else, and she was bombarded by her family's memories. The Water Kingdom was no longer alive, it was wiped out and could not be identified in maps, no more of the beach strolling, no more laughter's at dinner tables, no more of her father's thick accent, no more of her mother's beautiful loving voice, no more of her mother's stern berating, no more of her father's whiny voices, no more of everything.

No more happiness.

No more.

When the tears fell, the servants stilled their hands, and watched with pity as they knew that she was not a lucky gal. She was stuck in the real world.

They left her wearing a simple white gown, the top of her long sleeves were cut vertically and flapped as she moved her hands, the front was cut squarely and a golden sash was tied beneath her breast, accentuating her full mounds, the gown flew down in an airy style but it did not missed to show her hourglass figure that her mother was proud of. They styled her hair in a lovely braid and tucked it on her side, they put various flowers on it.

Whenever her father would see her, he would always compliment her how lovely she looked and he would be very protective of her. He would tell her that no prince or gladiator deserved her, no one would be worthy of his precious daughter, that was one of the reasons that she was not wedded with any man on her age, he was keen on her suitors. She stopped her thoughts. A sudden wrenching pain gripped her heart, her father, her mother…she wiped the tears even before it started to fall.

They sacrificed their life to protect her, now it's her turn to fight for their justice.

This did not feel like how a slave should be treated, she was actually treated like a…royalty. She was a royalty of the Water Kingdom…not the Ice Kingdom. In the middle of the room was a big bed with the most expensive furs of animals. The room was warm despite the belief that the Ice Kingdom was the coldest place ever.

Outside was the cheering of the Ice people, a celebration was handed for everyone, they were celebrating the fall of her kingdom, the fall of the mighty Jellal and Erza, the festive mood was present in everyone but not her.

Hours passed, she did not know that she had slept; she stood up and went to the table where a platter of food was served and a cup of water was left. She ignored the food for she was not hungry, and gulped down the water, she relinquished at the sweet taste of it, savoring it as it rolled on her tongue…

"You look wonderful wearing my people's dress."

She heard the thump of the cup as it collided on the floor. When she turned around, anger flushed on her face, and her body pooled with defiant braveness. "What are you doing in here?" she inquired, her voice raised an octave higher, and she swore that her neck was splattered with blotches of red. "This is Juvia's quarters and you are certainly not welcomed here."

He laughed with a mocking disgust. When he put his cup down, she stepped back; she kept her eyes on his face. He was stripped off of his heavy armor; he was an Adonis, a man sculptured from bronze, his body dressed with rippling muscles and scars from proudly won battles on the field. He was clad only with a cape made with the bears' fur, and a loin cloth covered his crotch.

The next thing that the princess knew was his body hovered over hers; his eyes traced every features of her. She scrunched her eyes closed when he leaned in. "This room is ours, my queen." Juvia's eyes snapped wide open when she felt something, slick, warm and wet on the side of her neck. She pushed him and tried to kick him off of her but he gripped her wrist tighter and stronger, and she could only cry as he ripped her clothes away. She did not beg for she knew it would be of satisfaction for him.

The only thing she remembered was the painful throbbing of her broken maidenhood, and the disgusting sound of his own bliss.

The next day was once again painful for her, his heavy weight covered half of her naked body, his hands hugged her possessively, his face buried on the disarray of her blue hair, she felt so sticky, so sore, so…dirty.

The tears fell once more, silent sobs raked her body, her body was no longer hers. She did not know what was worse, being raped or being with the man who murdered every person dear for her. Both was worse. It was hell.

As she cried inside his arms, he silently watched her with blank eyes.

When she tried to take his bulky arms away from her so she could bath herself, he gripped her tight and she could only yelped. "T-Take yourself off o-o-f m-m-me" she hiccupped, still trying to push him away, she was trying to be brave once more, and that only made him amuse.

He pushed her wrists on top of her head and covered those beautiful lips with his, he liked the way she trembled beneath him, he liked the sheer horror in her eyes as his hands travelled on her smooth body. She was so beautiful and she was making him so hard.

He heard her gasped as he moved inside her tight cavern. The feeling of her was so deliciously great around him, he pushed himself deeper inside her, and wrapped those wonderful legs around his hips, he growled as he rolled his hips, pushing the tip of his cock inside her, she tried to claw him off her but to no avail.

When he turned her around, he heard her gasped once more, he grabbed her from behind and continued to thrust inside his queen. He smirked on her skin when he heard her moaning beneath him.

"That's what I like" he hissed on her ear as he felt his coming brewing, when she tried to cover her moans with her hands, he pushed her down on the bed, his body covered her small ones, and laid her hands away from her.

She bit her lip as she felt the warm sensation inside her. He growled as he spilled his seeds inside her womb.

"As my queen, you are to give me an heir." He grunted as he slumped his whole body on her soft ones. When he took himself out of her, she let out a sigh of relief; she could still feel the sticky liquid dripping on her thighs. He stood up and tied a cloth around his hips, ready to leave her. She turned around, "I never agreed being the queen of a brute, I will never give you an heir. I despise you. Just wait till the gods punish you." She spat at him, forgetting her habit of speaking on third speech, she's not scared at him anymore, because he had taken everything from her. There was nothing to lose anymore.

When he stopped from his tracks, she unconsciously found herself swallowing hard. "Do you really believe that your god will punish me? From what? From taking you? From slaying the man who killed my parents?" he was suddenly next to her, his large hands gripped her arm so tightly that it could break.

She huffed at him and pushed herself up, the fur that covered her body fell like a pool, "You are a murderer" all her anger rose and popped out her.

"Please, I'm not the only one. Even your precious father had killed."

Hearing him mention about her father made her cower inside, "Y—you, unlike you my father did that because he wanted to protect me, to protect my kingdom, my people."

"Isn't that what I did as well? to protect my people and myself"

Curly blue hair flew from her sides as she shook her hair and bit back her sobs. "You killed—my people, women, children, and even priests, you are a murderer"

"I killed those who wanted to kill me, I did not kill them. my men did." He could see her eyes wavered as his grip on her arm slackened.

She kept her gaze away, crying. "They only follow your orders"

"And they did, because they fought for their lives."

"You're an animal." He only smirked at her, and watched as her skin glistened with sweats.

"I was told that, more than enough"

"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." He watched as she coiled on the bed like a ball, and cried her eyes out while muttering how she hated him and it pierced his heart.

A/N: So there will be installment for this, this is my absolute favorite.