#Dabi lost his wings during a forest fire

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Because of another post i saw i’m thinking of Dabi finally laying in bed with Hawks. No shoes, no crumpled up jacket that should be incinerated, no baggy pants that don’t fit. No loose shirt that tore apart in the wash along with said hazardous pants and jacket leaving Dabi bare in only an open back t-shirt that Hawks owned and a pair of clean boxers after a fresh shower.

He’s relaxed, jaw relaxed, brows even, lips parted, cheeks lightly flushed, arms splayed at his sides, legs tangled in soft sheets, the staples shining from the candle lights as the moon hangs high.

Dabi looks so calm and serene, the dye in his hair gone leaving white strands to rest against his forehead that Hawks pushes back. His breathing is even and his heartbeat is finally normal, the slow thump feels like music to Hawks feathers that lay resting along the necklace he gifted Dabi months ago.

He’s happy to lay beside the frail man whose hand grips his ever so softly, afraid he’ll leave and be just a dream. Even awake Dabi liked to keep Hawks in sight for fear of this new life being a dream, Hawks was more than happy to indulge in this need. He too needed Dabi in his sights or to know his location or whereabouts in one way or another. He had feathers to keep track of him, sure he tugged on them whenever Dabi felt anxious without him but they both knew seeing the other and being able to hold each other was better.

It’s times like this he’s glad they left after the war. The small cottage they built near the lake in the forest not far from a small town was perfect. Hawks could tend to his plants and garden and Dabi could read as many books in peace as he liked. Keigo liked going into town to help others with things he could for a sum and Dabi liked baking for the local people, he just had Hawks deliver the food.

An easy story about a bad fire that broke out burning the both of them during their escape from the war was believable.

Dabi still had a hard time looking at the growing wings on Hawks back and the burn on his lower jaw and neck. But it was a necessity and Hawks didn’t regret it. He could admit to himself it hurt and Dabi knew this all too well but it was worth it.

This new life, where planting in his garden from dusk till dawn if he wanted was an option on the table and going to the grocery store where people know him as Keigo and it slowly starts to feel normal and good like he’s worth something and not just Hawks, the hero too fast for his own good. Where Dabi could bake all day while reading as many books as he pleased lost in a new world without looking over his shoulder every minute of the day was a normal occurrence.

Coming back to a place they could call home and lay down without worry of leaving the other in the morning. Simply laying in bed till they were ready to get up, enjoying the feel of being tangled together, relaxing in the soft sheets soaking in the others warmth. Lazy kisses that turn to nothing, no rush, no desperation, just peace and each other.

Laying in comfort because they can finally rest.

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Moth! Shigaraki x Fairy! Dabi

Dabi lost his wings during a forest fire. Not everyone in his people have wings, so he just had to adapt to their way of life.

This is giving me 'Day and Night' vibes