You follow the group through the streets.
Why? Why am I going with the League? I'll be marked a criminal. A villain!
God, I'm fucking stupid.
You arrive at an old building. It was condemned years ago and deemed unsafe.
Time has caught up with it as mold builds up around the wooden doorframes and rusts the door handle.
Holy shit
A chill runs up your spine as you stare at the building.
What am I doing? I should leave and tell the cops-
But something makes you stay.
Hand Job passes you, bumping your shoulder.
"Watch it, twirp," he hisses.
You stick your tongue out at him, your shoulder tingling from the unwarned touch.
Hand Job ignores you, opening the door for the other two villains.
Blondie pushes you in before her, using your backpack to lead you through the doorway.
You're met by a dank smell wafting into your face, wrestling your nose and leaving a stinging scent.
You scrunch up your face and cover your nose with the hem of your shirt.
"Not to your liking, princess?" Staples jokes.
You flip him off.
"At least I have standards, Fuckwad."
You stop.
Why did I just say that to a villain? I'm gonna die-
Staples smiles.
"Oh, I like this one-"
Hand Job rolls his eyes.
"We have a new person here," he announces.
You awkwardly wave.
All eyes land on you.
Staples smiles a bit.
"She's mine."
Your chest stings a bit at the word "she".
You don't know why, but it hurts when people call you a girl.
Or maybe you do know why...
You just don't want to.
"Tell us your name, kid," Staples demands.
You sigh.
Now's the time to use my new name.
"(Y/n). (Y/n) Sukoyami."
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Don't Fear the Reaper (Dabi x AutisticTransMascReader Wholesome...somewhat)
Fanfic16 year old (y/n) ran away from home from her two abusive mothers. she kept running until (literally) running into the League of Villains. They take her in and help her through life's many struggles, identity, mental disorders, hate, and staying tog...
