Half-Breed Queen (FantasyAU!Dabi x Reader)

8 ~ Lineage

Leather was a strong smell and it was the only one that wanted to engulf my senses; It consumed my mind and forced its way through my nose and dug into my head. Hawks noticed the strong smell as well when his reflexes caused him to cover his nose in hopes of digging the smell from his head. Inside the shop was far different than what either of us had expected: Large and filled with artifacts most would find useless.

Circular shelves held gleaming metals as they seemed to span unending inside the yellow tinted shop, and in the very center was a counter covered with papers and tools used for checking the authenticity of an object. People surrounded the centerpiece of the shop as they spoke with the keep, the woman who catered to their needs hadn't seemed to notice us as she spoke with the several patrons of her shop. She was a beautiful woman with sharp eyes that threatened any person who wished to cross her: On her back was a set of scaly, dark wings that fluttered everytime a piece of gold fell into her palm.

Hawks snaked his arm around mine and pulled me close, our bodies connected at the hip as he leaned down to whisper in my ear. "You want to shop at a place run by a wyvern? Are you truly this insane?"

"Don't make assumptions of a race based on their past actions. I know well enough that she would never cross a person, let alone follow in the brutish ways of her kind." Harshly, I pulled my arm from his to separate us in hopes of having some semblance of personal space. Having someone so jarring with me was a strange occurrence, people had always been so careful at the will of my father, because my skin was only his to scar. "If rumors were true then I'd fear for my coins in your presence, but yet I believe in you enough to know that you wouldn't try to steal."

"You've known me for not a day and the only thing I've done for you is capture you. What gives you the idea I wouldn't steal from you?"

"I have faith the rebellion would choose kinder people and I will continue to think this way until you, or anyone for that matter, proves otherwise." With a head held high I made my to one of the shelves, its strange contents spread around with no apparent order. Hawks sighed before following me with his hands sunk deeply into his pockets as if my comment hung on his shoulders.

The people of the skies were known for their wandering hands so many had found it difficult to trust them, but though I had jabbed at this common clause I didn't mean it. He may have threatened to kill me earlier this morning but that wouldn't bring me to hate him: Others have done far worse during my lifetime, so his gesture of aggravation didn't mean much. Following the forgotten prince Touya, well I guess Dabi now, had been only a small fragment of my overall plan. As I said I wanted nothing more than to behead those who have wronged me and the people of my kingdom: Death was a gambling chip that I intended to play until my final breath.

Hawks and Dabi were high ranking members of the rebellion, their names and pictures plastered across nearly every city in every human kingdom. Previous generation royals, the kings and queens, despised them with their charcoaled hearts. However, the people adored them and only sought to help those who desired freedom. The rebellion was not an enemy to the people but to the royals who held a heinous hand to the throats of their citizens. My mother knew of the cruelty common folk endured and spread that information to me, but my father had never allowed me to act on it.

Now with the help of those who he wished to stomp out, I'd be able to crush him in a hopeful fell swoop of power. Violence had never been a necessity in my plan until the day I'd been forced into silence. From the moment my words were considered a crime I knew that hate and hurt was the only way to reason with him. I swear on my soul that if I am given the ability I seek then I will not hesitate to torture him like he did to me: My father will die at my hand no matter the price I must pay.

Hawks rested his hand on my shoulder, the motion tearing me from the intemperate thoughts flying throughout my mind. His face was blank when he noticed my (E/C) return to their normal soft and tore his hand away to the shelf. I turned away from him and to the slimming crowd around the shop-keep, her eyes, which matched the black of her wings, scanned quickly around the room as if searching for something. Finally, after some time of searching for something that seemed to be nonexistent, her sharp gaze landed on me. It burned its way into my soul and read every thought running through my mind.