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ahkjdkdlksji · 2 years ago

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BSD and MHA crossover headcanons:

* Russian Bakugou

* Good Fyodor

* Yokohama is thought to be a city full of criminals and villains because there’s no heroes in Yokohama and a mafia has lots of power in the city

* They don’t know that there’s a government and another group who also has lots of power

* Fyodor found Bakugou on the streets of Russia(idk what city i should let him live in) and took him in

* Fyodor was 18, bakugou was 11

* He raised Bakugou for a few years and then gave him to mitsuki

* Fyodor and mitsuki has a mother-son relationship because she took him in after he killed his mother

* Fyodor has mommy issues

* He killed his mother, his father died beforehand and his mum was abusive

* Fyodor and mitsuki met when she was 22 and fyo was 8 (yes, I made their age difference 14 years)

* Abilities still exists, it’s just rarer than quirks

* Yokohama is blocked away from the world

* There’s a group of people in Yokohama and the small communities of ability users around the world who has control over the interactions between them and the rest of the world

* Fyodor is one of the people who has the most power in that group

* He once threatened the hero commission, saying that he would deprive them of any contact they currently have with the communities of ability users if they don’t stop all might from entering Yokohama

* They complied to his threat

* He’s really smug after that

* (Fyozai/Dazfyo) Dazai finds out and jumps on Fyodor when he gets home and they hug

* Fyodor and Dazai is the main contributors of Mori’s nightmares other than Elise, Yosano might also be a contributor

* Fyodor and Dazai blackmails Mori

* They met when Dazai was 14 and Fyodor was 15

* Fyodor was hacking into the port mafia members’ abilities and their weaknesses to plot how he could use them to his advantage

* Dazai finds out but never tells anyone

* He somehow finds Fyodor’s contact info

* They set up a meeting

* Dazai sees Fyodor’s face and is like, “oh fuck this guy is hot as hell” and just has a bi panic

* They gets along, Dazai tells Fyodor to hack into Mori’s private account and to send him everything that he found

* Fyodor doesn’t question his request and does it

* The things that mori had posted on his account we’re pictures of Elise

* Dazai used them to blackmail mori multiple times

* He once used them to blackmail mori into replacing him with another person for a mission because he hated the mission

* He was supposed to go undercover in ua

* The other person got caught

* The heroes didn’t find out that they were from the port mafia tho

* Fyozai/Dazfyo is real in this au and I do not accept people telling me that my ship is ridiculous, i can ship what I want, you can ship what you want, just respect my ship and I’ll respect yours

* Fyodor teaches Bakugou how to hack and how to blackmail someone

* His first blackmail and hacking victim was mori

* He succeeded

* He blackmailed mori into making Elise cry

* Bakugou was raised by Fyodor for a few years so he got his sharp, intelligent vibe

* But he was also raised by mitsuki, so he also got her aggressiveness and her swearing habit

* Bakudeku is platonic

* They’re best friends

* Bakugou calls deku Izuku

* While deku calls him Katsuki

* Deku actually trains himself

* Bakugou and deku goes to the gym and trains together

* Deku still has the notes but it’s only on heroes’ quirks, strengths, weaknesses

* He asks Bakugou about the information that he wrote in the books to see if he is correct or not

* He and Bakugou has a channel where they analyse random stuff together, it’s like a podcast, kind of

* Deku is still quirkless

* He’s not bullied tho

* It’s because bakugou beat the shit out of a dude who tried to bully him at the start of their friendship and now everyone is scared of him, they also avoids deku

* Bakugou doesn’t encounter the sludge villain but some dude who’s a school bully did

* Deku trusts his own abilities without a quirk so he only asks all might for an autograph and left

* All might still can’t find a successor

* Deku and Bakugou goes to the entrance exam together and they took a picture of ua to analyse it on their channel

* Deku is fighting the robots without a quirk and is only depending on his pure strength from training

* The heroes who were watching are impressed

* They’re like, “Holy shit, this kid is strong, what’s his quirk?”

* And someone reads his file and they see, ‘Quirkless’

* Deku has a bunch of villain points and rescue points

* Deku still saves uraraka

* He just punches the thing that was on uraraka away and carried her on his back

* Because Bakugou is a better person in this au, im giving him rescue points as well

* Izuocha is also platonic

* Bakugou is still 1st and deku is 2nd

* Bakugou and deku gets the letter thing, bakugou is silently happy(something he got from fyo) while deku is fucking excited and happy

* They do all that school stuff

* USJ, deku fights quirkless, bakugou explodes shit, and the others do whatever they did, except uraraka is not blushing from what aoyama said and actually think of what deku would do and did it

* She later tells aoyama that she doesn’t like deku romantically and that they’re just friends

* Sports festival happens

* The first and second thing happens like in the actual mha

* In the individuals battles, deku doesn’t get controlled by Shinso and fights him with the bits of martial arts that he learnt before giving up

* Bakugou is watching him silently, analysing in his head because he doesn’t mumble out loud like deku from mha

* Deku in this au doesn’t mumble luckily

* Inko is very proud of bakugou and deku

* Mitsuki is too

* Fyodor and dazai as well

* Basically anyone who isn’t in his class who knows him well

* At the end, bakugou still won, deku still lost to todoroki, rankings are the same

* Camp thing happens

* Class 1a goes to Yokohama after that

* When they meet the ada, dazai was there

* So bakugou went to greet him, he still swears at him but he has a nicer attitude

* Everyone except deku is shocked

* They then saw fyodor coming over to dazai and bakugou was getting a bit emotional

* They haven’t seen each other in years, why wouldn’t they be

* The only reason that mitsuki let bakugou go on this trip is because she knows that fyodor is there

* Very fluffy

* Bakugou basically runs to fyodor and just hugs him, fyodor hugs back

* Everyone is even more shocked if that was possible

* Bakugou basically hangs around fyodor and dazai for most of the trip

* Aizawa once caught bakugou sleeping with his head on fyodor’s lap while fyodor was reading and dazai was talking to him

* Aizawa thinks that they’re like a family

* They meet mori with dazai and fyodor

* Mori sees Bakugou talking with dazai and fyodor and is like, ”Oh shit, the trio of my nightmares and suffering has united”

* They make him suffer even more in the meeting

* Elise joins them

* Yosano as well

* Mitsuki and Fyodor unites after the trip

* More wholesome moments

These headcanons were made by tired me during a call with my friend while she was on vacation, pls just take them, i tried my best to make them wholesome

Edit: i just realised that mitsuki met fyodor when she was 22, 10 years later, fyodor met bakugou when bakugou was 11, half of 22

AND 22 is also dazai and chuuya’s age as well

…i swear that it’s a coincidence

#bsd #mha #bsd x mha #fyodor bsd #dazai bsd #bakugou #fyozai #mitsuki #port mafia #i forgot to add chuuya #fuck #it’ll probably be fine #i didn’t add any other characters anyways

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kaeyas-beloved · 4 years ago

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Hi!! May I request some fluff headcanons for Fyodor from bsd with a female s/o and they both have two cute daughters? owo

Hello Anon! You may absolutely request this (and thank you so much for doing so)! Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy :D

*Quietly chants “soft Fyodor, soft Fyodor, soft Fyodor!”*

Also I hope it’s okay that I made the two daughters twins!

And I’m really sorry if these aren’t the best because I’m still getting the hang of doing HCs and Fyodor is one of these characters that I’ll write for while still being a bit unsure of his character... So I’m sorry for any OOCness, if it’s not fluffy enough or just not good altogether T_T There’s some fluffy bits but still if they you can always come back and request again!

~~~ Fyodor & a F!S/O w/ Twin Daughters

First and foremost - Fyodor had little to no plans to start a family with you. Not because he didn’t love you, but more so because he’s a busy man with his ‘purging of ability users’ plan

Though the day that you told him you were pregnant a new feeling blossomed in his chest

It wasn’t anything grand but he felt a twinge of happiness mixed with some form of pride as the smallest of smiles graced his face

Not a sadistic smirk or a teasing smile but a real one

Dare we say, he may have been excited for what was to come.

Planting a soft kiss on your lips he uttered a “what a pleasant surprise” before going on with his day, you doing the same

And for the next little while nothing changed in your daily routine, almost like he was never told that he’s got a baby on the way

You knew better, this was just how Fyodor was

Really though he’s working from the shadows and making sure you stay safe, ranging from sending out one of his men to watch over you anytime you go out to just out right eliminating potential threats that are spotted

Fyodor also (subtly) spends just a little less time on his computer as well

A little more than half way through the pregnancy, when a bump has appeared, you two were in bed, back to back and your hand was on your stomach

Then you felt it

“Fyo!” you called his name, voice a whisper in the dead of night as you sat up. He hummed, turning over to face you, “give me your hand” watching silently as you guided his palm to where yours was just a few seconds ago, Fyodor waited for something to happen.

And then he too felt it - a strong kick

“It means he’s healthy” he told you simply, looking up into your shining eyes. Oh he’ll never forgot the way you looked that night with a smile that lit up the dark room spread across your face

When the due date drew near, it’s in his best interest when he tells you that he wants you to stay in the house less anything happen to you or the babies

Right - oh you should’ve seen the momentary (and I mean momentary) wide-eyed, shocked look on his face when he was told that he wasn’t going to have one kid but two - both of them being girls too!

When the two little bundles are born surprisingly Fyodor is the one that takes care of them quite a few times when one or both start to cry at ungodly hours of the night

Usually he’ll tell you that you can go back to bed and that he’ll calm them down since he’s up and awake anyway, allowing you the much needed sleep.

Another surprise? Fyodor can calm his daughters easily. You’ve chalked it up to it being the slightly serene and calming aura he gives off. It’s a trait you’re very thankful for in these situations

During the times that he might be just lounging on the couch (assuming he does such a thing from time to time) Fyodor will let one or both of his daughters sleep on his chest (if he can manage)

When they’re a little bit older Fyo’s a fan of having them sat on his lap while he works at his computer, humming and gazing down at them if they want his attention

You once told him off for having them near a screen so much and so close too, claiming that it’ll damage their eyes

As a form of affection/praise Fyo tends to pat their heads a lot

Is the absolute king at not giving into their puppy dog eyes or pleading smiles

They want sweets before dinner or want to stay up past their bedtime? Hahaha nope~

He might even tease them with this too. Like he’ll act like he’s thinking about saying yes then go and plainly say no with a teasing smile or something along those lines

Something he does let them get away with though is wearing his ushanka

Just the mere sight of one of his little girls enjoying wearing it has his a tiny smile emerging and lavender coloured eyes softening the slightest, appearing almost relaxed

That was until both his daughters began to fight over who go to wear it and you and Fyo had to go and buy them their own

MEANING THAT THEY NOW MATCH AND IT’S THE CUTEST THING EVER!

You’ve tried to sneak a picture but Fyodor never gives you an opening T_T

100% plays the cello for them as a form of entertainment or as a lullaby on nights when neither of them can fall asleep

Also might teach them how to play the instrument if they show any interest in it

Can also teach them skills that he thinks will help them in the world they live in, like how to catch someone in a lie or how to outsmart them

Concerning his... occupation in the underworld, Fyodor doesn’t outright expose them to it, but also doesn’t make a huge effort to shield his daughters from it either

However, that in no way means that if anyone, anyone thinks it’s a good idea to lay a single finger on his family that he’ll let them get away with it.

Lets just say that they won’t escape without proper punishment

I believe that Fyodor is the kind of dad to allow his kids to roam free, they can do nearly anything they please of their own free will (if that makes sense).

Like they can go anywhere they’d want to when they’re older, they can have whatever hobbies they please and Fyodor wouldn’t mind what it is

But! That excludes his daughters finding a s/o - perish the thought entirely

Even if they do get one expect them to have a very thorough background check done on them. Fyodor will know everything about them to ensure his little girls are safe

And if he finds even one thing wrong or believes that this s/o is just using his kid? Someone’s getting a visit from Mr. Rat Man (and no likes when that happens)

Bottom line Fyodor is a relatively mellow dad that will tease his daughters but still be there to comfort them (like the lullaby bit) and try to keep them safe in his own Fyodor Dostoevsky way

~~~

I hope these were okay and sorry again if they weren’t!

Right now requests are open [check my bio though to be sure]! Don’t forget to check the rules too for the fandoms/topics I write for (which are linked in my masterlist)!

Masterlist

#bungou stray dogs #bungou sd #bsd fyodor #bungou stray dogs scenarios #bungo stray dogs imagines #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs imagines #bungou stray dogs fyodor #bungo stray dogs fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #bsd fyodor dostoyevsky #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bungo stray dogs hcs #bsd fyodor x reader

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one-hell-of-otaku-is-here · 3 years ago

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Ngl I'd love to see Johan in bsd universe as a villain. I feel like he would have a great dynamic with the characters and the overall story. He could be a foil for dazais development, considering how they both a suicidal, and aaaaah just thinking how fyodor and him wouldn't be on good terms. Idk I just think he wouldn't vibe with someone as intelligent and even more arrogant than him. Like, he'd ultimately defy fyodor to the point where he would team up with dazai against dostoevsky. Idk I feel like the rat and the monster wouldn't like each other. Fyodor precives people as smart as him as a threat and Johan..... Idk, he has a disdain for everything, so he wouldn't buy into fyodor's vision for a "better world" instead wanting to destroy just about everything else instead.

I do agree with your points! Tbh I don’t think Fyo would like Johan either for he would find him selfish and a bit of a sis con?? Like Johan had intelligence to change the world but didn’t because he doesn’t care?? Wtf. Tbh I don’t know how alliance between Dazai and Johan would go I think their reasons for suicide were vastly different? Johan ultimately wanted to erase his own existence from those who knew him and his sister whilst Dazai just wants to die - simple as that

#asks #bungou stray dogs #johan liebert #naoki urasawa's monster #dazai osamu #fyodor dostoevsky

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volkvictis · 4 years ago

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VOIDEALISM ASKED: Headcanon time maybe ! How close is Volk with his horse, does it have a name? For how long does he have his trusty steed?

volk relies heavily on his horse in battle, so naturally he has a close attachment to him - his current steed is called fyodahr (lovingly shortened to ‘fyo’). whilst he hasn’t been in many battles in recent decades, volk would probably do more to ensure fyo’s safety over any other living being at this point. a knight without his horse is as good as dead and volk is no exception to this... however, any threat to his war horse is also as good as dead. it’s best to keep any hands away from fyo if you want to keep them.

fyo himself is a gift from the vyshinian elders, bred specifically to withstand difficult environments, cold temperatures, compact snow, and ice in particular. he also has to carry around an armour-clad volk, so he has to be strong - i would say he’s something like a kabarda horse. he would have a diet of rolled oats and grains, and the occasional carrot or apple... just as a treat.

unfortunately volk’s lifespan means he will greatly outlive several of his equine friends, so he’s possibly on his 8th steed. fydodahr has been under his care for the past 5 years or so, and is expected to be by his side for the next 25 years, lest something grave becomes of him in battle.

#queue.#info.#answered.#voidealism #thank you so much for this!!#this banner is really ott but i love it heh.

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suicidefrantic · 5 years ago

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70. “After I’m done with you, you won’t even be capable of thinking of anything or anyone else but me.” Fyodor / Dazai

Well Dazai had heard tons of things in his years. Things about him. Threats to his life, but this was a new one. “I’ll take my changes, Fyo~” He leaned back against the wall, yes he had found himself once more chained to a lovely wall. “Buy me dinner instead of chaining me up next time. I’m not into BDSM.” Okay, so that might be a lie. Dazai was a type of person who didn’t really do love, so Fyodor was free to try to break him and his will--- but he wouldn’t be rolling over for him. Those words typically sounded like something for such behavior.

He snickered “what are ya gonna find a way to experiment on me so I’m a loyal rat to ya. Good luck with that. The least ya could have done was buy me dinner, a drink. I don’t just go straight to bed with my enemies~” The chains easily fell from his wrists and he stepped away from the wall. He wanted to see what the other wanted, so he let himself be kidnapped--- though this was just a bit too forward. “Fyo when I’m flattered that ya want to make me think only of ya, but my mind isn’t something that can easily be tampered with~” He always had a pin on him because for some reason people just loved to try to kidnap him lately.

“So let’s get to the juicy bits now~ Why do ya want me this time aside for me being a gift from God~” A little full of himself, but he was himself. He wouldn’t let Fyodor get the better of him. His brown eyes were analyzing the room he had been put in. One exit and Fyodor was in front of it. Lovely odds there. “So how about some other arrangements. I keep my memories, give ya a kiss and that is it~ Hey it is a good deal since ya clearly not the right gender for my love and affection~”

#It's a mad world (Dazai Osamu)#Dazai X Fyodor (Tbt)#Yandere #(Dazai wit here)#diverse-hearts

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eryiss · 6 years ago

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Blade of the Wanderer - Chapter Two

Summary: Laxus’ life was fine. Not comfortable, not as good as it could be, but fine. Then a stranger entered the walled town of Magnolia, a stranger named Freed Justine, and everything changed. [Fraxus Multi-Chapter | T for Violence]

Hey all! Here’s a new five-chapter fic for you all, and it’s a samurai AU. It’s part of the @ft-bb event, in which I’ve been signed up with @fyo-schii who’s made this amazing art!

You can read it on Fanfiction, Archive of our Own, or under the cut. And you can see all chapters right here. I hope you all enjoy it!

Chapter Two – Unwanted Truths

Year: 1539x. Luna-cycle: 8. Day: 18.

Laxus was sick of fish. He was sick of the cold, dying old forest that he had been forced to take up residence in. He was sick of waking up on the dirt with nothing but a ratty old blanket to cover him. He was sick of feeling the aches and blisters that remained from the untended wounds that still covered almost all aspects of his body.

But right now, he mainly was sick of the fucking fish.

Only a week had passed since the stranger had arrived in Magnolia. Only a week since Laxus had been forced into fighting the green haired man, had lost and been forced out of his village as retribution. It had been a tough fucking week.

He'd pitched up camp – if it could be considered a camp – at the edge of Hakobe forest, just out of Ivan's territory. He had been forced to rely on the limited skills that he'd gained from the survival training, which he was now incredibly thankful for. He was camping beside a river for fresh water, on an elevated mound of rock that would counter any negative impacts of the rainfall that populated the area and made sure that his food was tied up from a tree as to keep it safe from any animals taking it in his sleep; thankfully, that particular issue hadn't yet arisen.

Laxus wouldn't doubt it if Ivan had instructed his guard to kill all wildlife just to stroke his ego.

The guards were something that Laxus had worried about, but it seemed fate was at least being kind to him in that respect. On the first day, he'd heard the guard approaching and made sure to keep himself hidden, but he had felt a small amount of hope when he heard the loud and familiar voice of the guard patrolling his area of the forest. When he risked taking a glance and looking at the guard, his suspicions were proven right. It was Bickslow.

Although their reunion was short-lived – Laxus knew the guards had a lot of ground to cover in a short time – Bickslow promised his friend that he would help anyway he could. They agreed that Bickslow would smuggle things out of the town and hide them in the large knothole of a tree of an equally large tree.

It really was a blessing. On the first day of their agreement, the knothole was filled with a blanket, some large sheets of slightly torn leather, a large spool of rope, and a bed roll. He'd tied the leather on the trees that overhung the rock he was camping on to create a makeshift shelter and used the bedroll and blanket to get a relatively good nights sleep. Every day, Laxus had checked the knothole and every day, Bickslow had left him something: ranging from a box of match so that he could easily set fires for himself and keep himself warm, to the daily half-finished loaf of stale bread with an equally old pot of jam. It wasn't luxurious, but the blonde didn't care.

But he couldn't rely on Bickslow for everything.

On his third day he'd made himself a spear from a fallen branch and had used it to fish in the river. He knew Bickslow could only smuggle him food for so long without getting caught, and he didn't want his friend to be punished for helping him, so he would have to become self-sufficient. On the morning of the fourth day, he used a knife Bickslow had given him to scratch a note into some leather that he could handle food himself now so he didn't have to worry, which he then left in the knothole for Bickslow to find.

However, after four days of eating hardly anything but fish, and with only enough bread left for two slices and a near empty jam jar, Laxus found himself sick of fish. But he couldn't do anything about it, which was why he found himself holding the impaled salmon over the fire as he cooked it.

He couldn't live like this forever. He needed a plan on what to do next.

As he slowly turned the fish around, he tried to think through what he could actually do. The obvious answer was that he should find another town, see if he could make a new life for him there. The only issue, Magnolia was entirely secluded, and Ivan made sure nobody knew what life was like outside of the town. Hell, the maps probably didn't even include the part of Hakobe forest that Laxus was camping at, and it was less than fifty yards from his settlement.

With a sigh, Laxus leant back. His best options were either to stay in the forest and hope not to get caught, or to choose a direction to go and hope he reached a town that would accept him. Either plan needed a lot of hope, and he didn't feel particularly hopeful at that moment.

He ran his hand over his face, still slowly rotating the fish that would be his dinner for the night. He allowed himself to listen to the sound of the forest. If there was one positive aspect of his exile – and there truly only could be one – it was the calmness of the forest compared to the town. The sound was calm and only consisted of the river flowing nearby and the insects chirping around him. It was a short moment of unbroken peace.

Until it was broken. By the sound of branches cracking.

He shot up immediately, leaving his fish resting on the rock as he picked up his knife. He'd set up in thick circle of fallen branches around his camp, so he could be alerted to a threat if it approached. So far, it had been unneeded, but even if he had misheard it, Laxus wasn't going to risk it.

His approach to the source of the sound was cautious, and he was holding the knife with a tight grip. He carefully looked over the landscape, looking either for an animal that could have caused the cracking or perhaps an attacker of some kind. His gaze was narrowed, and face contorted into a scowl, hoping that he could scare the attacker away if they existed.

It took him less than a minute to see who had caused the cracking of branches. His jaw clenched when he did.

Freed fucking Justine.

Laxus had been thinking about the man since his exile, and no thought had been pleasant. This man had been the reason his life had been upended in the way it had, and Laxus' mind had contorted him into a man easy to hate. Seeing him again, Laxus was forced to confront the reality that he was a normal person.

He was wearing the clothes that Laxus had first seen him in, with a sword attached to his belt and a passive expression on his face. He hadn't yet noticed Laxus, but the blonde didn't Care. Because all he was looking at a normal man, and it pissed him off.

"Why the hell are you here?" Laxus snarled through gritted teeth.

This was what alerted Freed to Laxus' presence. He seemed a little startled, but not exactly scared by the sudden arrival of the other man. He looked him up and down, seemingly assessing Laxus in the same way that he had during their fight. This time, Laxus didn't allow himself to be affected by the other man, and his grip around the knife tightened to the point where his knuckles were white and hand nearly blistering against the knife's hilt.

Suddenly, another option of what Laxus could do struck him. If he were to return to the town, holding a knife to Freed's throat as an offer, there was a good chance it could do well to get his father's favour. So he found himself confused by the what he said next.

"I don't care, actually," He grunted. "Fuck off, don't wanna end up getting your neck slashed, do ya?"

Freed raised an eyebrow at that, and slowly grabbed the hilt of his sword. He pulled it out slowly, and it glinted in the light of the fire. He didn't raise it, simply kept it open as both a precaution if Laxus attacked and as a warning to stop him from doing something stupid. Laxus didn't move, so Freed slowly started to walk forward and diminish the gap between them.

"Mr Dreyar," Freed began, his expression patronising. "Given our last encounter, I have to wonder if you're capable of that."

Laxus' jaw clenched. His grip on his knife was as tight as it could possibly get.

"If you're insistent, I will fight you. Just be warned that I not only have the better weapon, but I also know how you fight and know how to counter it, meaning I have a considerable advantage over you," Freed smirked. "So I think it would be in your benefit if we're civil, don't you?"

With a glare on his face, Laxus found himself questioning why he hadn't acted on his impulse immediately. He could have overpowered Freed before he had the chance to pull out his sword if he moved when the ideas struck him. If he had, he could have removed the man's weapons and would already be walking him towards the town, hoping it would be enough to appease his father again and allow him to return to his normal life.

So why the hell hadn't he taken the chance while it was still there?

Wearing a small snarl, Laxus knew there would be no point in fighting. He hadn't slept well, nor eaten anything of substance for a week, so he was in no fit state to fight. And, as much as he wasn't going to admit it, Freed had outfought him before and might do so again.

Instead of speaking, he slammed his knife into a nearby tree and lowered his hand, leaving the weapon where it was; admitting Freed was right with his actions rather than words. Freed seemed to understand what that meant, as he pushed his sword into the ground and pulled a knife from his coat pocket, slamming it into the same tree that Laxus had. With that, an uneasy truce was made.

"So," Laxus muttered. "This a coincidence, or did ya hunt me down to take the piss out of my fighting skills?"

"A coincidence," Freed chuckled a little. "And I wouldn't mock how well you fought. You were good."

Laxus huffed sharply at that. If he was good, he wouldn't be in the fucking forest eating an unappetising fish with a spear hole in it- Shit, his fish.

He walked back to the open fire and picked up the salmon and started to rotate it over the fire, taking note of the sound of Freed's footsteps following him. He glanced back to see that the knives still remained in the tree and his sword was still sticking in the dirt, so he didn't see any point in worrying as he sat on the cold stone and continued to cook his dinner.

It was slightly demoralising, cooking as crap meal in front of the person who lead him into this situation wasn't something that he enjoyed. But he would rather do this than keep his pride and go hungry until Freed left; hopefully that would be sooner rather than later.

"You don't believe me?" Freed said, sitting beside him.

"If I was any good at fighting, we wouldn't be sitting here," Laxus muttered as he slowly started to rotate the fish. "I wouldn't even be in this fucking forest."

"Just because you lost, you can still be good in a fight," Freed continued, seemingly not bothered by the fact that Laxus was half attempting to make him feel guilty. "And I can assure you, you were good at fighting. With a few adjustments, I'm sure you could have beaten me without much trouble."

Laxus kept his gaze forward, though his expression was somewhat impassive. He had turned Freed into someone who was relentlessly cruel and vicious, and that was how Laxus had justified both his loss to Freed and his anger towards him. so, to not only see him as a regular man, but to also have him give Laxus compliments completely destroyed the version of his opponent that he had created. Now sitting next to Freed, who was less of a caricature that Laxus had hoped for, the blonde didn't know how he should behave.

He wanted to fee angry. The only aspect of control he had over the situation was his memory of Freed, and now that his memory was disproved, he lost all control over what was happening. He should be angry, but he couldn't bring himself to it. Instead, he settled for tiredness.

"Please, enlighten me to how I could have done that," He muttered, sarcastically.

"Well, on any technical standpoint, you should have won," Freed said, either not picking up the sarcasm or ignoring it. "Everything you did was correct, and you followed the techniques up with impressive physical strength and you were relentless with how you acted. It was obvious that you've been training for quite some time. You were probably quite good at it as well, correct?"

"Yeah," Laxus said, humouring the guy with a small frown.

"And that was your issue. From what I saw of your town, it was very routine," Freed continued. "So was your fighting style. Following the disciplines of that fighting style, you're obviously very good. But, the problem that fighting in such a disciplined way means, once I know your fighting style, I know how to counter it."

The impaled fish stopped rotating, and Laxus looked towards Freed with a small look of confusion. He'd grown up thinking of fighting as a sport, something that was more artful than anything else. The practicality of it had never come up because he'd never had to fight for something other than entertainment. It was obvious that Freed had a different opinion on fights, that they were things to be won and nothing more. In hind sight, Laxus probably should have gone into the fight thinking the same thing.

An almost nauseating sensation filled his stomach, something akin to regret. What Freed was saying – or at least what Laxus had concluded from what he said – was that he could have won their fight if he was more instinctive and less restrained. It was a small thing, and if he had done it things would have been pretty fucking different.

He ignored the voice in the back of his mind that questioned if that would have been a good thing or not.

"You're burning your salmon."

Laxus blinked at the sound of Freed speaking again, and his gaze snapped towards him. After realising what he had said, he looked towards his fish that was now burning at the bottom and had become the same colour of the burning wood. He quickly removed it from above the open flames and hissed; this was the last fish he had, and he wasn't in the mood to spear-fish again, so he would have to deal with eating this for the night.

As he brought the ruined food to his lips and took a tentative bite, he saw Freed remove the large bag he was holding from his shoulder. Wincing at the taste of the fish, he saw Freed remove a large mass of brown paper from his bag. He watched as the other man unwrapped the paper to reveal a large mass of pastry.

Freed didn't speak as he brought a breadknife from his bag, that was also wrapped in the brown paper. He slowly cut the pastry in half, revealing that it contained a large amount of meat inside. He wordlessly handed one half to Laxus, who frowned at it.

"With how you've cooked that, you'll probably chip a tooth," He commented, looking to the fish.

It was tempting not to take the offer of food, to claim Freed was being patronising and that his comments on the fish were just him being a dick. But Laxus wasn't in a position turn down food at this point – certainly food that wasn't fish or stale bread covered in a thin layer of jam. And if a small amount of mocking was what he needed to get this, he could accept that.

"Thanks," He nodded, taking the half pie for himself. "Fish is all I've eaten for like a week, would've thought I'd figure out how to fucking cook it."

"I'm sure you'll pick it up," Freed chuckled, and Laxus couldn't be sure if he was being mocked or if Freed was just making conversation. "I will admit, I didn't think I would see you again. After the expression your father was giving you, I assumed you'd be spending the next few months doing any dirty work that he could think of."

"That's him on a good day," Laxus chuckled spitefully.

He took his first bite of the pie, relishing in the flavour of what he concluded was breaded pork. As he swallowed, he caught sight of Freed side-eyeing him with confusion on his face. After finishing the bite, he looked to Freed and sighed.

"He kicked me out," He explained.

"Of your house? Just for losing a fight," Freed frowned, shifting slightly. "Seems like an overreaction."

"Yeah," Laxus let out a bitter laugh again. "Wasn't just the house, either. Not allowed in the village."

"Really?" Freed seemed shocked. "For how long."

"Don't know what your definition of an exile is," Laxus muttered. "But for Ivan, it means I ain't allowed back at all."

Funny, that was the first time he'd said it out loud. He expected it to fill him with the same sense of dread and nausea that he had felt when he had first been told of his exile, but instead he felt almost hollow. Perhaps he was just tired of the situation – as well as being generally tired – and was just accepting everything for what it was. Unchangeable.

Freed was frowning after taking a bite out of his food, not bothering to hide his expression as he looked towards Laxus. The blonde couldn't blame him for acting like that; even without knowing any other life, Laxus knew that Ivan ran his town in a way that wasn't the norm. He mindlessly wondered if Freed would have acted differently if he had known the consequences Laxus had faced for losing beforehand. Probably not; Laxus wouldn't have risked losing his life if the only consequence his opponent would face would be losing their home.

"Just for losing a fight," Freed finally spoke again. "That's… that's just ridiculous."

"The kinda man my dad is, I guess," Laxus all but shrugged, tearing into another bite of the pie. "The way he saw it, he'd put his reputation into that fight. You didn't worship the ground he walked on and, if I lost, it might tell other people they can get away with treating him the same way. Kicking me out was restoring his power."

"If that's true, you're father's pathetic," Freed frowned.

Laxus shrugged, not finding it in himself to disagree. In many ways, his father really was a pathetic man. He hid it behind layers of sadism and false power, but Laxus had always felt that he would be all bark and no bite if actually challenged. The only issue was that the layers of sadism and false power meant that nobody was going to challenge him. Laxus included.

"Guess he is," Laxus sighed. "But that's just how that town is, now. Ivan's in charge of the place and you do what he says. If you don't, he'll make your life hell until the next person pisses him off, and even then, he'll hold a grudge."

"Has he always been like that?"

"For as long as I can remember, yeah," Laxus took another bite of the pie. "The town used to be better, though. Before he died, my grandfather was in charge and it was a different place entirely. We used to export all the time, people could actually leave the damn place and Ivan had someone who would stand up to him. After he died, Ivan could do whatever the hell he wanted and destroyed anything that was good about the town. Said he wanted to make it strong, whatever that meant."

Freed nodded a little. He wouldn't say it, but his reason for visiting the town was the small mystery that surrounded it. Seemingly without reason, the town had cut off contact with everyone and refused all trade. Obviously, that unknown reason was Ivan.

The conversation ended there, and Laxus continued to eat the pie that he had been given. It was strange, he having a conversation with the man who had completely changed his life for the worse and he felt no anger towards him. If anything, they were talking like they were acquaintances. Perhaps it was the uneasy truce that had come by the abandonment of their weapons, or the food that could have been seen as a peace offering, but Laxus really didn't feel any hatred towards Freed when he knew he should. Most likely because of the unwanted truth he was denying himself from believing.

An unwanted truth Freed was going to voice.

"Not to trivialise what you're going through," The stranger said, almost hesitant. "But maybe it's better to get away from that kind of life."

There it was. The reason he didn't feel his blood boil at the sight of Freed. The reason he hadn't been dragged out of the town kicking and screaming. The reason he didn't take Freed to his father when he had the chance. Because compared to living in the town, camping alone in a forest he was ill equipped to deal with was actually the better alternative.

He didn't voice this, though. He just shrugged.

"What are you plans now, then?"

And there was the other thought Laxus had been pushing to the back of his mind. He had no idea what to do next. Staying in the forest for the rest of his life was ridiculous, and he couldn't put his hopes into finding a town by coincidence and hoping for the best. And those were his best options.

"I haven't got a fucking clue," He laughed, running a hand over his face. "I'll be fine, though. Somehow."

There was silence between them for a moment, and Laxus found himself doubting his own words. He could say that he would be fine, but that really wasn't a certainty. He had no idea how to deal with living outside of the village, he had no idea if he would be able to make a living for himself even if he did manage to find some kind of civilisation. Nothing in his life was certain right now, and it was yet another fact that he was trying to push to the back of his mind.

He looked towards Freed to see that his face had tensed slightly. It looked as if he was calculating something, and Laxus didn't care enough to think what that was. He simply waited and watched as Freed was brought back to reality.

"Would you like to travel with me, at least for a little while," He eventually offered.

Laxus paused at this, and his face turned into a frown. He grunted his next words. "You taking pity on me?"

"Yes," Freed said bluntly. "But given you're in a situation that is completely foreign to you, and that your best option seems to be eating burnt fish until you die, I don't think you're in a position to let your pride get in the way."

The blonde's jaw clenched. Freed was still an arrogant asshole, it seemed.

"It's up to you entirely, of course," He continued. "But I imagine I'm considerably more experienced in traveling, and I'm aiming to go to some of the larger cities, which will probably be the places best suited to your needs currently, I can probably get you there with minimal trouble. Unless, of course, you've grown fond of eating the charred remains of the local wildlife."

He knew Freed was mocking him, but he couldn't find the effort to feel offended. What Freed was offering wouldn't come again. Having a guide to the cities, and perhaps even someone to help him find work when he got there, was something he needed.

His jaw clenched a little. His pride needed to be put aside for this. Practicality needed to take its place, a lesson he had learnt from his fight. A lesson he needed to take.

"You got anything I can write on?" He asked.

Freed reached into his bag, pulled out some paper and a stick of chalk, and handed it to Laxus. The blonde wrote a small message for Bickslow, explaining that he was moving on from being at the edge of the forest, that he was thankful for the help Bickslow had given him, and that he hoped to see him again eventually under better circumstances.

He had felt Freed looking over him, reading as he wrote. The note was as much confirmation Freed was going to get on his offer; Laxus was putting his pride behind him for most situations, but not completely.

After finishing his note, he started to walk towards the tree Bickslow has been stashing things in, telling Freed that he wouldn't be long. The walk only lasted a few minutes, but it gave Laxus the time to feel the nervousness return, but this time it wasn't nauseous. This time, he wasn't being forced to do something against his will, he was taking a step into the new life he found himself. Making the first decision he had all week about what he was going to do.

His mind strayed to Freed as he carefully placed the note in the knothole. He had no idea what their relationship would be. Maybe they would not grow out of their cautious truce, maybe they would bond, or maybe Laxus would realise he had made a mistake and leave Freed before they got close to a city. It was all uncertain.

But one thing was for certain, Freed was Laxus' best and only chance of moving on.

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