Feathers and Flame // Dabi x Reader x Hawks

BONUS: One More Truth (Dabi)

Note: I will preface this by saying you all know what's coming. You know what this POV chapter will do to you. Consider this a warning. For those masochists who love the angst, pls enjoy ;)

Dabi thought it poetic—his choice to end it here.

It was when he'd first seen that beautiful darkness in you: when you'd lit a blaze in him as you snuffed out the fire in his foes. No matter how hard he tried to extinguish it, you burned in him, scorching him from the inside out, scarring far more of him than he'd ruined himself.

And yet, Dabi craved your fiery gaze on him the same way he craved ruin; intensely and to his own blissful detriment.

You'd left a trail of destruction in your path to find him; it was the greatest act of love. You, his angel of death. When he couldn't ignore the itch beneath his skin, he watched you: your rage, your tears, your passion for his demise. But the scars you gave him burned as he watched you fall into Hawks' arms.

Dabi noticed the exact moment you arrived. There was a shift in the air—in the shadows. "Princess." He waited, toying with a lighter in his fingers as your silhouette moved along the walls.

His skin began to itch. His fingers grew hot as they fumbled over the flint wheel. He watched in rapt attention as you stepped into sight.

The darkness trembled as you set your eyes on him, dragging your attention from his hair to his face. You'd stopped breathing, but he didn't need to come any closer to know your heart was firing at the same brutal pace as his.

"White suits you better," you said.

Dabi enjoyed how well you could feign composure; it made shattering it all the more satisfying. He stopped toying with the lighter. "It's been a while, hasn't it, princess?" His gaze moved to the knives in your hands and he smirked. "Not all lies, huh?"

You stared at him, unblinking. "What?"

His smirk grew. "The words that come out of your pretty mouth." He flicked on the lighter again. "You told me you would come to kill me."

Your gaze was hardened steel. "I did."

Dabi set down the lighter and stood. "And you're here now."

He tracked the part in your lips as your breath caught. He moved closer. "I am," you said.

You were so close he itched to reach out and touch you. To wrap his fingers around your pretty little throat. But he was stuck—trapped in those lovely fucking eyes and every flicker of his fire that still burned in you. Did you have it in you to kill him? Would you be willing to bear that scar until your final hours? His smirk was cruel as he asked, "What will you do now, then?"

You made no move. "Why come here if you know I have to kill you?"

Dabi shrugged. "Why hunt me down when you can forget I exist until another hero finishes the job?"

You blinked. He grinned.

Because deep down, princess, you don't want to escape me.

"Do you want to know what I think?" Dabi continued. "I think you want to be the one to end me simply because you wouldn't want anyone else to do it, right? But is it entitlement or possession? That's the real question."

You narrowed your gaze. "And what reason do you have?"

Dabi grinned. "Maybe I feel the same way as you."

Maybe he wasn't willing to let you go. Maybe he wanted the hate in your eyes as much as he wanted the devotion. Maybe he wanted to possess every wretched bit because you were his and only his.