This is a request by thegoldenwolf13

May I request a Dabi x Vigilante!Reader?
Her code name is Siren and she went to UA with Hawks but was in a bad relationship with him. She makes music videos in her disguise to showcase how she feels while fighting against pro heroes who abuse their family/partners. Dabi and the League take interest in her

Enjoy
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Your POV

Humming gently to myself, I take steps over broken shards of glass. My boots crunching the glass under its heel as I take a step further into the abandoned building that I've opted as my home for the meantime. The moon being the only source of light in this dark building as I push through and head toward my makeshift bed with my bag full of essentials. A smile on my lips as I pull out the food I had bought earlier to dig into before I spend an evening patrolling the rooftops.

However, before I could even relax, a piece of paper crumpling in the wind catches my attention making my eyes narrow. Was someone here? Had someone broken into my home?... well, it's an abandoned warehouse I wouldn't really say it's breaking in. But still. Cursing under my breath, I set my food down and walk toward the tattered note carefully.

Once I look around and make sure that no one is actually watching me, I kneel down (being careful of the broken glass) and pick up the note. A rather messy note was scrawled across the paper in even intangible writing. As I move into the natural light of the moon to get a clear shot of the words, a small scoff leaves my lips.

Siren,

Meet me at this address.
(XXXXXXXXXXXX)

The League of Villains

Could they be more mysterious? What are they, twelve? I've seen heroes with better skills than this. Knowing that I may as well go just to see what the League really wants, I crumple up the paper in my first and grab my food before leaving. A small curse leaving my lips as I climb up to the rooftops and make my way across while digging into my late night snack. What did the League want anyway?

Last time I checked, their goal in ridding the world of All Might worked. Unless their bratty leader got more greedy and wanted something more than just defeating All Might.

And I wouldn't be surprised.

As I reach the meeting point, my eyes land on a rather unfortunate looking male. Ash black hair spiked in every which way laid on his head while intimidating yet dead turquoise rises look toward me. He was lean and tall. Hardly having any sort of muscle on him. He had scars, huge burn scars, littering all over his body being pinned to his healthy skin by staples. Which didn't look comfortable.

What he was wearing didn't help either...

Some sort of big black leather jacket that went down to his ankles making him look like some random doctor that's had a turn for the dark arts. A tattered white t shirt lay underneath, the darkness of his scars underneath poking through the lightly coloured fabric. He wore tattered jeans and shoes that just looked like they had seen better days... is this who I'm supposed to be meeting up with?

If it is, then the League need to work on their first impressions a bit more than making them look like cliche villains that you see everyday in comic books or action movies. If they wanted to attract more members then maybe they should consider a more rare looking villain than the cliche full of scars or grunge looking or going for the 'I haven't showered in months but I still look hot' vibe.

"Aren't you a poster boy for the League?" I hum with a small tease, my lips upturning at the grotesque sight of this male being held together staples that seemed too unstable to begin with. A smirk plays on my lips as I lean against the wall beside me and clear my throat, "You guys sure care about your appearances, hm? Thought you were a model just now,"

"You know you're not exactly one to talk, shortcake," The male replies, his voice raspy, like he's been screaming at the top of his lungs and he hasn't drank some water to relieve the soreness in his throat. I'm surprise he can even talk considering he looks like a prime example of what happens at a fire accident, "You could have went for an easier get up,"

"You know your customer service skills need improving," I retort, crossing my arms over my chest and narrowing my eyes at him. A rather cynical snort leaving his lips as he walks toward me and plants a hand against the wall beside my head, "If you work in the recruitment sector of your little revenge club, you need to work on your people skills, Mister Fire Accident,"

"I think you need to learn when to keep your mouth shut," He growls gently, his hand heating up beside me. The intimidation is almost laughable. Does he not realise I've dealt with men a lot more crazier and stronger and scarier than he is? Then again, he seems like he's been tossed around in the street more than I would like to admit, "Lest you want to be incinerated,"

"Wow, big words from a guy looking like a rip off Hot Topic model," I muse playfully, hitting his hand away from by my head and clearing my throat, "You want a face with those scars, pretty boy? Seems like you have more staple than skin,"

"You know you're really annoying," The male growls, looking at me with piercing turquoise irises making me snort and giggle toward him, "Are you going to listen to me or just pick out every flaw you can find?"

"Go ahead, give me your elevator pitch," I tease, leaning toward him with a playful grin while he curses under his breath and looks away from me with a small growl, "You haven't even told me your name, Mister Fire Accident, you really know how to treat a lady? Huh? I feel so floored by this treatment,"

"The names Dabi, happy now?" Dabi replies making me hum with a raised eyebrow. Why do I have a feeling that that wasn't his birth given name? I mean, who names their child cremation unless they're crazy? Then again, this guy looks like he's been pulled into straight from a psycho movie, "Now, I'm from the —"

"League of Villains, it's kinda obvious," I reply simply, nodding toward the tons of wanted posters dotted around the street as well as the tv screens across the way in the tv store showing the League at their best, "I didn't take you for an errand boy, I thought big bad Shigaraki did everything for himself?"

"Would you let me talk?" Dabi seethes, cursing under his breath as I grin at him. I'm under his skin. Typical. It's funny seeing him all riled up, "Shigaraki's noticed you don't particularly like heroes,"

"Oh I like heroes," I begin simply, leaning against the wall behind me and resting my head against the bricks, "I just don't like money hoarding, domestic abusing, tyrannical pigs that think that their hero status will protect them from being found out,"

"So you follow Stain's ideologies," he hums impressed, hunching over my smaller form making me roll my eyes and clear my throat, "That all heroes but All Might are deserving to have the status they —"

"If you follow Stains ideals, you're quite the hypocrite," I explain, shaking my head as he narrows his eyes and frowns, "You work for the guy who wants All Might dead and the man that ruined his career? I follow what I believe is right, Dabi, I don't follow anyone's ideals or beliefs,"

"You'd be a great fit in the league," he continues, ignoring my jab toward him as he twirls a strand of my hair around his staple - full fingers, "You could be a great help,"

"I'm sure I would but I don't work for anyone," I explain, grabbing his chin and making him stare at me as he clears his throat, "So you tell your leader, Shigaraki or whatever, that I am not interested in whatever he has to offer to me and that your little revenge party is nothing,"

"Why not?" He asks arching a brow, wincing as I gently squeeze his chin making his staples rip his skin slightly, "God you got a strong grip,"

"Because I work for no one," I tell him, letting him pull away before clearing my throat and running my fingers through my hair, "Now run along, messenger boy, wouldn't want to keep big bad boss waiting, now, would we? Go on little doggie,"

Before he can throw a punch my way, I grab onto the bottom of a high rising fire exit and hoist myself onto it with a small hum. A laugh leaving my lips as Dabi stares up at me with wide eyes while I send him a little condescending wave and a mocking blow of a kiss before turning on my heels and pushing onto the roof of the building nearby. Once out of sight, I run across the rooftop and jump over them with a flourish.

The League don't care who they kill nor do they care about the wellbeing of others. They have these little missions to fuel their own selfish gain. Shigaraki being the ringleader of it all and acting like a spoilt brat whenever something doesn't go his way. Then everyone else trickles after him with their own plans and flourishes. They don't care about society. They want to see it fall. They want to see it crumble under the immense pressure and wreck havoc.

They're not being considerate.

I don't work like that. I don't work for my own gain. What I do, is something that protects people that need it the most. I protect people who are being subjected by who they thought were heroes. Giving them a voice. Giving them a way out of this mess before it gets too real. Before something dreadful catches up to them and ruins their lives. That's what's different between Shigaraki and I.

What's the point of working for someone that only wants to use me as a pawn for their little game? Shigaraki would only exploit my strengths and then discard me when he's through with me. Dismiss me before I even get my tuppence. Then leave me to rot on the street like in nothing.

Why should I be a pawn when I can be the queen of my own game?...