Fairy Tail x Male Reader

To Heck in a Handbasket

Lucy P.O.V.

"Hey, someones coming out of the office!" Mira says, and and members of the table turn to look at the door as the (h/c) male walks out into the main room. He starts to look around the room, until he sees Mira and starts to walk towards her. As he approaches, Lucy notices that he keeps his hands in his pockets,as if hiding something. Or fiddling with something.

Your P.O.V.

As you leave the office, it looks like things have returned to normal. Or is it abnormal if no one is fighting here? Probably best to save that for later. With your thought of membership on your mind, you look through the room for Mira, who apparently handled new member sigh up.As you see her, you notice 3 other people at the table. Erza, who was still eating a slice of cake. Hadn't she been eating one when you walked in? Natsu, who looked ready to snap at the crack of a whip. And Lucy, who looked.. Nervous because of Natsu's energy? Excited because of a new member? You couldn't tell.

"Pardon me, but would you be Mira by any chance?"You ask, already knowing the answer, but figured it would be useful to be polite.

"Yes, I'm Mirajane. How can I help you?" She extends her hand, and you shake it to be polite, quickly returning your hand into your pocket afterwords.

"I was told you handle all the new members marks." You reply, letting your eyes drift around the room, memorizing faces, matching them from your basic descriptions and photos you'd seen before.

"Yes, I 'handle' them, and I have to say, it is rather enjoyable." She says, a smile playing on her lips.

"Really?" You say, returning her smile. "Do you share your pleasure with anyone?" And you practically die laughing from the look of utter shock on Lucy's face, and lack of understanding on Natsu's.

"What are talking about?"Natsu questions, his temper coming to a broiling point.

Seeing a chance to test your skills against him, you push his last button into place."I'm not surprised you don't understand. I'll explain when your older." Letting a condescending smile play on your lips, you can literally see steam coming out of his ears.

"THAT'S IT! He screams, practically leaping over the table. As he moves to throw a right hook, you duck to your left, letting the heat of his fire, wrapping his fist, burn your face with it's intensity. With a smile, you run towards the middle of the room, turning to see that he is still at the table.

"Come now, don't be like that! No need to hold back like that. Give it your best!" You say, slipping off your jacket again, not wanting it to be ruined, or hinder your fighting. "You won't win, but you can at least try."

With a roar to rival any dragon, he charges right at you. He's simple like that, you suppose.

With barely a thought, you take a running start, and do a spinning/ducking maneuver,you end up behind him. As soon as you were behind him, with momentum as your accomplice, you summon up a whip, silver in color, unravel in your hand, and crack across his back. From the sound it made, it could not have a nice hit, speaking from experience.

"Oh, did I not mention I was a Requip mage?" You say, as he straightens up, rubbing his now sore, to be bruised backside. "Guess I should have mentioned that." With the weapon in question now curled around your shoulder, much similar to a snake. "Do you want to continue this game, or do you concede?"

"Are you kidding me?" He says, his grin expanding like into clown territory."I'm just getting started!" And he once again charged you.

This time, the whip curled around your hand, changing into a gauntlet that was much noticeably heavier on one side. As he throws his punch, with the smallest flick of your wrist, the weight and extra metal spread out into a shield, but still heavier that a normal one. And then came the teeth jarring impact.