Feathers and Flame // Dabi x Reader x Hawks

4: Dove

"Good girl."

The audacity of him to toy with you. To wind you up like you were his little plaything. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. You could destroy him if you wished it, have him begging for his life — begging you for release.

How dare he invade your dreams, leaving the lingering scent of sweet smoke, so infuriating you swore you smelled it when you woke. And the memory of your unconscious thoughts — the depravity they'd led you to — of cool metal scraping against your soft, peaked—

No.

You were frustrated. Dabi had challenged you in all ways, and your unyielding stubbornness didn't want to let you concede. He had started a game — one that you intended to win.

You didn't want him, not in that way. He was intriguing. Dark. Cunning. A severe kind of beauty that demanded acknowledgment, no matter how twisted it was. It wasn't part of your job to get involved in that way, though you were not a saint. If it would further your own end, you could dip your toe into that murky ambrosia.

No, I couldn't give him the satisfaction.

You would invade his dreams, too. And leave him pining for what would never happen in his waking hours.

A sigh blew from your lips. It had been days, but you were still reeling from his sheer arrogance. It would bring you the utmost satisfaction when you finally gained his trust, only to reveal yourself with a knife to his throat. There would be only one winner in this, and it would be you.

You packed away your frustration, intent on returning to the task at hand. Hawks was your new mission — though tailing him was redundant. You still did it, regardless, incase Dabi had someone watching you.

The winged hero had spent the last two days around his agency, leaving to go on patrol every so often. He always seemed to be in constant motion, though it was hard to tell what exactly he was doing. You learned that he lived in a penthouse apartment only a few minutes walk — or flight — from his agency headquarters, and he rarely liked to use the front door when he entered.

It wasn't easy to watch him — not when he spent much of the evenings flying about the city at speeds you had a hard time keeping up with — and kept his nights mainly to himself. For the daylight hours, you were forced to use old-fashioned methods of tracking him, unable to use your quirk to much efficiency.

You had to admit, Hawks was the perfect hero. Charismatic, alluring. Boyish in his endless charm. He commanded awe with the swoop of his beautiful crimson wings, and stole the hearts of many a person he met. But you knew all of that was a facade for the creature that lurked within him. You wondered did anyone truly know Hawks, or was he more like you than you'd initially realised — and the real Hawks existed only inside his head.

He was alone, almost as alone as you. His singular focus on the task before him left little room for anything else. You wanted to reveal yourself to him — to the world. The real you. Would he see that same darkness that lurked within him in your eyes?

You'd find out, most definitely. Sooner rather than later.

***

Two weeks passed since Dabi had asked you to tail Hawks. Two weeks of watching the pretty pro hero go about his days, never giving you a reason not to trust him, if you hadn't already known better.

Admittedly, you'd wished Dabi had contacted you already. He'd promised to return, though he had yet to show his face. You'd grown bored. The advantage of this mission over any other was that it gave you the opportunity to grow close to your targets. It was all an elaborate game and your words and actions were moves on a chess board leading your enemies into checkmate. You couldn't exactly do that if you were stuck on one singular mundane task.