Fairy Tail x Male Reader

A man of their word

(Lucy P.O.V.)

"Hello?" Lucy calls out for the umpteenth time.

They had ran on ahead of her, excited to find the hall. Then this creepy fog rolled in, and she ended up separated from them, unable to find her way out.

She sighs, and continues walking.

Until she heard a voice as well. "Lucy? That you?" It was the familiar voice of Natsu, somewhere to her right.

"Natsu! I'm over here!" She calls back, waving her hand before realizing the futility of the motion.

The mist parts, revealing the pinkette running to Lucy, with Happy walking right next to him.

"How did you find me?" She asks, running forward to hug him.

He stops at the show of affection, but recovers saying. "I followed your scent. Plus you kept screaming."

"Yeah, you were really yelling like crazy. Crazier then normal." Happy comments, holding a hand up.

"Shut it, cat." Lucy says, back into comfortable territory again.

Then Natsu doubles over, holding his ears in pain. "What's that sound?"

Lucy and Happy exchange a look. "We don't hear anything, Natsu." Lucy replies, worry on her face.

"It's coming from over there." Natsu says, indicating the direction Lucy had been walking from.

"It might be the others. Wanna bet (M/n) has a dog whistle on him for these occasions?" Lucy asks, walking in the direction as Natsu and Happy follow.

(Erza P.O.V.)

"Where did Gray wonder off to?" Wendy asks, staying practically right on Erza's heels. Carla stood just a respectable distance away, looking on in pity.

"It would be easy to get lost in a fog like this, don't worry. We'll find him." Erza replies, kindness pure in her expression. No matter how mature she was for her age, Wendy was still a child, and needed to be comforted.

"I know, it's just what'll happen to him between now and then?" Wendy says, almost chewing her nails.

"Wendy. It's unladylike to chew ones nails." Carla finally says, scoffing at her behavior. She was concerned for the others as well, of course. She just had a firmer control over her emotions.

"We aren't going to find him if we stand around all day." Erza says, before walking in a direction.

It took a few minutes, where they didn't know what direction they were walking in. Then Wendy holds her hands to her ears, as if she hears something. 

"What is it?" Carla asks, looking up at the girl.

"It sounds like someone talking." She says, walking in the direction that passed for left.

"Wendy! Don't go to far." Carla says, running to keep up with her. She wasn't running, but it was important to keep up with her.

Erza stares on for a moment, then dashes right behind. She wasn't about to lose them now.

She didn't have far to walk, as Wendy covered her ears, her eyes scrunched in pain. Even Erza could hear the high pitched noise, piercing through the heavy fog.

She held Wendy's shoulder, and helped her up. They continued walking in that direction, curious at what it was.

(Your P.O.V.)

It took one breath for the whistle to give results. Wendy stumbled into your vision, Carla right next to her, Erza holding her up. 

You lower it, and wave your hand a bit. "Erza, Wendy. Nice to see you again."