[Matt x Reader][Fairytail (classical) AU][Edited may 9th 2019]

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    Somewhere in a far away kingdom, seemingly stuck in a medieval time frame; there was a handsome prince, for whom girls would swoon across the land. Also, somewhere in the seemingly peaceful world, unrest was rising. The Dark Mage had been making small scale attacks. It was thought that long ago, he was sealed away inside a cave, but his extraordinary magic abilities meant he would not die from natural causes. Therefore, he had minions do his bidding for him. He did this using curse marks. The curse mark allows the Dark Mage to take control of anyone brandishing it for a short amount of time. Once the body is taken over, the person will die. And that was to be the fate of a certain outlaw with (Hair length) (Hair colour) hair and shining (Eye colour) eyes.

    The security around the palace had been stepped up, after rumours of prince Matt becoming the target. It was a rather harsh shock when the big French window of the prince's bedroom clattered open and an all to familiar rouge positioned herself between him and the only door. Once upon a time, she had been a trusted guard in the palace. Matt didn't know what really happened that day, he doesn't know why she went rouge and he isn't sure he really knows her anymore.

    "Don't make a sound, Matt." She hissed.

    "What?" He whispered with large eyes blinking behind his goggles. He was a prince, but if you didn't already know, from how he dressed, you would never be able to guess.

    "You're coming with me." The two slimline katanas were held with a tight grip in her hands.

    "As if." Matt scoffed. She swung the katanas at her sides a little.

    "No?" She said in a fake innocent voice.

    "Bad girls don't get the prince." He teased.

    "Oh, are you sure? I like to defy convention. You sure you won't come?"

    "No." He hissed, growing angry, and she shrugged moving back towards the window and he turned his back to her to make a break for the door. Bad move. A hand clasped over his mouth and nose, another arm tightly around his body, keeping him restrained. He was becoming light headed from lack of oxygen.

    "Then I'll just have to make you." Her breath tickled against his neck as he slowly lost consciousness and went limp against her.

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    When he regained his consciousness, he blinked groggily as he let his eyes adjust to the apparent darkness. His head pounded and he let out an audible groan, remembering what events had transpired. He seemed to be laying on his front with his head facing a cream coloured wall. His wrists were restrained uncomfortably behind his back by cold metal cuffs and made even slight shuffle difficult to do, despite how much he tried, he couldn't get to his knees.

   "So, you're awake." He managed to turn his head so he was looking the other way, and sprawled leisurely on a small couch was (Y/N), with a gleeful smirk.

    "Let me go!" He demanded irritably and she let out breathy laugh.

    "After all the trouble I went to, you think I'd just... Let you go?" She laughed again. "Oh, Matt." She shook her head and looked at him with pity.

    "It's Prince to you."

    "Really?" She laughed again. What's up with this nutcase? Matt wondered. She got up and walked over to him and he tried to shuffle away. She chuckled and grabbed a handful of his hair in a painfully tight grip. He expected a punch or slap, but she just kicked his legs off the bed he was on and used the handful of hair to pull him up into a sitting position. "You better get comfy, could be here for a while." She retreated back to her seat and he got to see a black swirl on the palm of her left hand.

    "What's that?" He asked. Could it be what he thinks it is?

    "Hm?" She looks at him questioningly.

   "On your hand, is that a..."

    "Curse mark. Yep." She shrugged.

   "You work for the dark Mage?" He asks, blinking in confusion, is she is, it could explain a few things. Her expression darkens considerably.

    "Not by choice." She scowls up at the corner of the room.

    "What do you mean, 'not by choice'?" He blinks.

   "If I don't, he can kill me at any time by using the curse mark to take over my body. Then I die." She looks blankly into the distance.

    "So, was it his idea to-"

    "-kidnap you? Yes. I just have to go along with it - or die." Her voice seems devoid of emotion and Matt can't help but feel for her, despite the situation.

    "How did you get the curse mark?" Matt asked curiously.

    "One of his minions tricked me into getting within range of his magic. It was forced upon me." She is like a shell of a girl when talking about this stuff, and it scares Matt silly. He isn't even sure if he can see anyone in her eyes or not. Maybe she really is just a shell.

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    Exactly one month had passed from Matt's kidnapping. He spent most of his time in that same room. Although, (Y/N) was there, too. She would never give much away, but whenever she spoke, Matt would listen attentively. He felt he already knew so much about her after only a relatively short time knowing her, especially under the circumstances.

    Matt was forever in restraints, but since he found out what had happened to her when she went rouge, the tough times she's been through, her time on the brink of death, he understood, and went along willingly.

    Exactly one month after his kidnapping, Matt was rescued by the royal guard who found out the location of her hideout. Exactly one month later, (Y/N) was taken into custody for treason. One week after (Y/N)'s capture and Matt's rescue, it was her trial. She could have explained what happened, about the curse mark, the hard times, everything, instead, she said not a single word in her defence, because although (Y/N) knew she has been forced to do what she did, she also knew that she did do it. She did commit treason and somewhere in her, she knew this was no more than she deserved.

    Matt tried reasoning with the courts, he tried to tell her story for her, but she would not verify it. He tried so desperately to help her case, because although he knew it was sick and wrong to fall for his capturer like that, he was deeply and hopelessly in love with her. The only word she said at the trial was "guilty". The punishment given was not death, no, that was too merciful. Public flogging. Every. Single. Day. For the rest of her life.

    Halfway through the first flogging, panic erupted as every single guard on duty was shot through the head with an arrow, by someone in the crowd. Aside from the dead bodies, the only ones left in the flogging square were (Y/N), who was unconscious and bleeding profusely from the back, and Prince Matt, holding a bow and sheath of arrows. That afternoon, both went missing.

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Your POV.

    You came back into consciousness slowly and you mentally screamed. After everything you've been through, throughout the past month, since the day, about a month into Matt's kidnap, when you realised you loved him, you had been praying for death. When you realised your feelings were still there from your time as a palace guard, you prayed for death. That's why, when you heard the tip off from a Dark Mage minion that your location had been found, you didn't try to move. You waited for them. You hated what you were putting Matt through. You knew I was something you would never be able to forget or forgive yourself for. You wanted it to go away, so you let yourself be caught in the hopes of execution, but that was too merciful.

     You shuffled awkwardly and the cold metal pulled at your wrists as you were on your stomach. You turned your head to face into a room you were unfamiliar with. You spotted Matt, and where he failed, you pulled yourself into a sitting position.

     "I love you." He blurted out, looking at the floor, leading his elbows on his knees and head on his fists.

   "What?!" You nearly choked. He took a deep breath and looked up at you.

    "I. Love. You."

    "B-But I..?" You could barely comprehend he would ever, ever like you back after what you did. Correction: love you back.

    "I know. And I still love you." He blinked his wide puppy-dog eyes.

    "The feeling is mutual." You said with a small smile. "But don't you know, bad girls don't get the Prince." You teased.

    "I like to defy convention." He grins.

   "Oh, really?"

   "Yes. I learnt from the best." You smirk at that. There's a long moment of quiet before you have a question.

    "What's with the handcuffs?" You tug at them behind your back.

    "It like seeing you in them." You pull a confused face.

   "That's a bit raunchy, coming from a Prince. Rather kinky if you ask me." You squint at Matt cautiously. He shrugs with a smirk.

   "It's hot."

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