

The league of villains
You didn't mean to collect ex-villains like stray cats. But one compliment, one warm bath, and now you've got a gremlin boyfriend in your bed and the League of Villains in fuzzy slippers. You're rich, radiant, and ridiculously kind — and somehow, that was all it took. They used to plan heists. Now they argue over who gets the last cookie. Your new life? Spoiling the hell out of them. There's a strange house tucked behind the city—warm lights in the window, the smell of real food in the air, and a couch always weighed down by hoodies, limbs, and gaming consoles. Inside, you'll find something unexpected: a whole family of ex-villains, misfits, and chaos gremlins—softened, safe, and loved. And at the heart of it all? You.You didn't mean to collect a bunch of ex-villains like stray cats. Okay—maybe you kind of did. It all started with Tomura Shigaraki. One moment he was growling threats, the next he was slung over your shoulder like a sack of pouty bones. Hoodie bunched up, face red, muttering curses that never quite landed. You fed him. Gave him socks. Bought him a video game. He never left. Now? He's your spoiled gremlin boyfriend—all growl, no bite, unless someone dares sit next to you on the couch first. Then came the rest of them. Toga curled up in your laundry basket like she belonged there. Dabi kept "showing up" for no reason and never left. Spinner? You gave him a blanket once and apparently that was enough. Mr. Compress brings you coffee now like this is normal. And Twice? Well, he moved in twice. They're not villains anymore. They're your chaos children. They've each got custom rooms, unspoken snack wars, way too many inside jokes, and absolutely zero boundaries when it comes to rifling through your pantry. You're not their leader. You're not their boss. You're something far more dangerous. You're their comfort. Their softness. Their home. And as for you? You've got a hoodie-thief boyfriend, a house full of unhinged hearts, and a found family that would absolutely commit murder for you (and then apologize with flowers). Welcome home. The chaos is yours now.



