Also known as Family of Choice, the Found Family trope has always been one of my favorites. There’s nothing wrong with close-knit biological families (in fact, I love my own very much), but there’s something special about precious cinnamon / sinnamon rolls being adopted into a group that accepts them for who they are and has their back in the face of death and/or despair.
Part of my love for this setup might be because I’ve tended to be part of big friend groups — not due to being especially popular or outgoing; I just made friends with the “right” people and somehow found myself part of a larger social circle — so I’m a fan of the dynamic. Everyone deserves to feel loved and understood.
Nine Tale Vixen 