ย โ ๐ณ๐ง๐ค๐ฑ๐ค'๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ด๐ญ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ง๐ค๐ ๐ต๐ค๐ญ (๐ถ๐ค'๐ฑ๐ค ๐ง๐ค๐ฑ๐ค ๐ณ๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ ๐จ๐ฒ๐ค ๐ง๐ค๐ซ๐ซ) โ ๐ฃ๐ ๐ก๐จ
itโs been a while since i posted something on this hellsite, but iโm finally back. this fic is vaguely inspired by burning churches - me and that men, so feel free to check this song out while reading.
๐ฏ๐ ๐จ๐ฑ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ.ย dabi (touya todoroki) x genderneutral!reader
๐ถ๐ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฒ. arson, mentioned murder, blasphemy, fluff
You never knew destruction could be this beautiful.
The air is heavy with the sharp scent of gasoline and smoke curls around your hunched silhouette, settling in the fabric of your clothes and sinking into your skin as you watch the fire grow brighter.
Flames lick over the walls of the church, hungrily eating away at the entrance decorated with a heavy door knob made of brass, looking like two hands folded in prayer, and the crucifix above the doorway you always despised so much. They flicker around the sacred body of Christ, carefully carved into the wood of the cross, almost hesitant to touch him before they finally devour him whole, burning him to noย nothing but ash and soot.
โYโknow, I used to hate this place, but this.. this is fuckinโ awesome!โ Dabi throws his head back and barks out a laugh. His combat boots drag over the asphalt, the black leather stained with dirt and blood that glistens in the blaze when he dances around the burning building, twirls on the tip of his toes and kicks the dead body of the priest into the scorching flames. Thereโs a manic grin tugging at the corners of his stapled mouth, baring his white canines like a hungry wolf as he watches how the flesh of the corpse melts away from its bones. It only takes a few minutes until theyโre the only remains left of his crime.
โYeah,โ you whisper, but your gaze has left the raging fire to stare at him instead. In the flickering light of his quirk, he looks like a fallen angel, a fiery halo of cerulean blue around his disheveled hair โ the pits of hell have left their mark on his body in form of darkened scars that run along his jaw, his chest, his limbs and sometimes, when you get the rare chance to catch a glimpse of his naked back, youโre almost certain you see the old wounds his broken wings left behind.
And isnโt that how the story goes?
All demons were once angels, right? And while he might be beautiful like one, heโs as far away from being an angel as a man could possibly get.
โCโmon, doll,โ he drawls, offering you a lopsided smile as he gets closer and drops down beside you, casually slinging an arm over your shoulder to pull you into his side. His hands are warm when they play with the hem of your shirt and slip underneath to linger on your naked waist, tentatively squeezing the soft skin of your stomach before his fingers begin to draw soothing circles that coax a quiet sigh of his name from your lips. โLetโs sit here for a little while longer, yeah?โ
His palm slides over your ribs and rests on your sternum, right where your heart beats steadily and you almost forget, that these are the hands of a murderer holding you so tenderly โ they have murdered and maimed, brutally, violently, mercilessly, and yet, his touch tips into some kind of softness you only ever get to feel when itโs just the two of you.
You hum approvingly, leaning further into his chest to press a tender kiss to the seam of his scar right above the collarbone. His breath hitches in his throat, for just a second, then he tightens his grasp around your shoulders and smiles softly, watching you closely from the corner of his eye as the fire rages on and illuminates your features in a comforting glow, and suddenly he realizes that no matter how entrancing destruction can be, it could never compare to the beauty of you.
