Y/N inserts (male and female)

Wings Of Fire And Ash

The small apartment was tense, the air heavy with the aftermath of yet another argument. Y/N paced back and forth, his dragon tail swishing in frustration, wings twitching as if itching to take flight. His sharp horns glinted under the dim light of the kitchen, a stark contrast to the fiery glow in his father's eyes.

"You never listen to me!" Y/N yelled, his voice cracking with a mix of anger and sadness. "I'm tired of you acting like you don't care about me!"

Dabi leaned against the counter, arms crossed, his expression impassive. The scarred skin around his mouth twisted into something close to a sneer. "Maybe because I don't."

The words hit like a punch to the gut. Y/N froze, staring at him, his amber eyes wide. "What... what did you just say?"

Dabi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as if the conversation was exhausting him. "You think I wanted this? You think I wanted you?" His voice was cold, each word sharper than a knife. "You're adopted, kid. I never wanted a son. I just... ended up stuck with you."

The world seemed to shatter around Y/N. His heart felt like it had been ripped from his chest, and his wings drooped, their edges brushing the floor. "I... I hate you," he whispered, his voice trembling. Then louder, "I HATE YOU! I wish you weren't my dad!"

Before Dabi could respond, Y/N turned on his heel, running to the balcony. With a powerful beat of his wings, he took off into the night sky, tears streaming down his face. The cool air stung, but he didn't care. He just needed to get away.

Hours later, Y/N sat curled up on the edge of a tall building, the city sprawling out beneath him. His tail wrapped around his legs, his wings drooping as he hugged his knees. Silent sobs wracked his body. He felt lost, unwanted, and utterly alone.

"Hey, kid," a familiar voice called out softly. Y/N looked up to see Hawks, the Pro Hero, standing a few feet away. His golden eyes were warm, filled with concern.

"Go away," Y/N muttered, wiping his face with his sleeve.

Hawks crouched down, keeping his distance. "Can't do that. Someone told me I'd find a certain dragon boy crying his eyes out up here."

Y/N glared at him. "Did Dabi send you?"

Hawks chuckled, though there was no humor in it. "Not exactly. But I care about him... and you."

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked, his voice hoarse.

Hawks hesitated, then sat down beside him. "Your dad and I... we're kind of a thing. Have been for a while."

Y/N blinked at him, surprised. "You're... dating him?"

"Yep. And believe me, he's not the easiest guy to love," Hawks admitted, a small smile playing on his lips. "But he cares about you more than you think."

Y/N looked away. "He said he didn't want me. That I was adopted."

Hawks sighed, his wings ruffling. "He's not good with words, kid. But let me tell you something—he could've walked away a long time ago. He didn't. He stayed. That's gotta count for something, right?"

Y/N's shoulders sagged. He wasn't ready to forgive Dabi, but Hawks' words planted a seed of doubt in his anger.

"Come on," Hawks said, standing and offering a hand. "Let's go home."

Y/N hesitated but eventually took it. As they flew back, he couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance to mend the broken pieces of his family.

Back at the apartment, Dabi was sitting on the couch, looking more exhausted than Y/N had ever seen him. His blue eyes flicked to Y/N as he walked in, but he said nothing.

Hawks gave them both a look, then clapped his hands. "I'll order takeout. You two... talk."

Dabi and Y/N stared at each other in silence until Dabi finally spoke, his voice quieter than usual. "I screwed up, didn't I?"

Y/N nodded. "Yeah. You did."

"Look... I'm not good at this. Being a dad, I mean," Dabi admitted, rubbing his temple. "But I'm here, aren't I? I stayed. That's gotta mean something."

Y/N's heart ached, but for the first time, he saw a glimmer of vulnerability in Dabi's eyes. Maybe Hawks was right. Maybe there was hope after all.

"Yeah," Y/N said softly. "It does."

For the first time in a long while, the apartment felt just a little warmer.

The silence in the apartment stretched between them like a fragile thread. Y/N sat down on the other end of the couch, keeping his wings tucked tightly against his back. His tail curled nervously around one leg. He didn't know what to say, and it seemed Dabi didn't either.

Hawks, meanwhile, busied himself in the kitchen, pretending not to eavesdrop as he flipped through a takeout menu. The faint sound of his humming broke the tension just enough.

"I'm not going to pretend I'm some great dad," Dabi started, his voice low and gravelly. "I've got a lot of... stuff in my past. Stuff that makes this whole thing hard for me. But when I took you in, I thought... maybe I could do something right for once."

Y/N's gaze flicked to Dabi, surprise flashing in his amber eyes. "Then why'd you say all that stuff earlier? That you never wanted me?"

Dabi groaned, leaning back and running a hand through his dark hair. "Because I'm an idiot. I got mad, and I said the worst thing I could think of. I didn't mean it. Not all of it, anyway."

"Not all of it?" Y/N repeated, his voice rising.

"I meant that I didn't plan on being a dad," Dabi clarified quickly. "But once you were here... I dunno. It just became normal. Like you belonged. Like maybe I wasn't as broken as I thought if someone like you could stand being around me."

Y/N blinked, stunned into silence. He hadn't expected that. Dabi's words weren't exactly heartfelt, but they carried a raw honesty that Y/N couldn't ignore.

"I didn't mean it when I said I hated you," Y/N admitted after a long pause. "I was just... angry."

"Yeah, well, you had every right to be," Dabi muttered. He glanced at Y/N, his expression softening. "You've got my temper, you know. And your mom's stubbornness."

Y/N's brows furrowed. "Mom?"

Dabi stiffened slightly, then sighed. "Your biological mom. She was... fiery, like you. You remind me of her sometimes. Not that I'm good at talking about it."

"Why haven't you told me about her before?" Y/N asked, his voice quieter now.

Dabi shrugged, avoiding eye contact. "It's complicated. But if you want to know, I'll tell you. Just... not all at once, okay? I'm not great at this emotional stuff."

Y/N nodded slowly. It wasn't perfect, but it was a start.

Hawks returned with a grin, holding up the takeout menu triumphantly. "Alright, I'm thinking fried chicken and noodles. That good with everyone?"

"Sure," Dabi said, grateful for the distraction.

"Yeah," Y/N added, his tone lighter than before.

As Hawks placed the order, Y/N glanced at Dabi. The hurt hadn't completely faded, but there was a flicker of something else—hope. Maybe they could figure this out together. It wouldn't be easy, but then again, nothing ever was with Dabi.

And for the first time in a long time, Y/N felt like he might actually belong.