#forced family

[wastedcryme]

He's father material, y'know

Red put a note on the bowl saying not to eat it, but duck is a free-thinker

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Forced Family

A Hero x Villain series I'll be working on! Thank you to @stillnotserious for the idea!

Part 1

Hero turned when they heard the familiar click of Villain’s boots on the rooftop concrete.

“Took you long enough,” Hero said with a smirk, “were you out fighting other heroes?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Villain said, “you know you’re the only crime-fighter for me.”

Hero and Villain closed the distance between each other and embraced. Hero breathed in Villain’s familiar scent and relaxed in their hold. Their warm body soothed Hero’s naturally cold form. Who said fire and ice couldn’t mix?

“So what did you call me here for?” Hero asked.

“I want you to meet someone,” Villain said.

Villain turned Hero around so they could see a figure descend on the rooftop. Hero held in a gasp but couldn’t stop their eyes from growing wide as Supervillain approached them.

“Hello, Hero,” Supervillain said warmly, “Villain’s told me an awful lot about you.”

“…H-hi,” Hero stammered.

“Hero, this is my parent figure,” Villain explained, “they took me in when no one else would.”

Supervillain strode closer. Hero felt themselves shrinking back into Villain’s chest. Villain chuckled and put a comforting hand on Hero’s shoulder.

“There’s no need to be afraid,” Supervillain continued, “I’m not here to hurt you. Quite the opposite in fact.”

“The… the opposite?” Hero asked.

“Mhm. I’m here to bring you home as the newest member of the family.”

Wait what? Hero was just about to ask what Supervillain meant when they felt it. A prick in their neck, and the warm, comforting hand on their shoulder becoming far too hot and restricting. Hero tried to break free from Villain’s grip, but Villain turned them around and held them close.

“V-V’lin,” Hero slurred.

“Shhh, it’s alright,” Villain said, rubbing their hand up and down Hero’s back, “I knew you wouldn’t agree to this so we had to go about it another way.”

Hero’s knees buckled, Villain now being the only thing holding them up. Their vision went blurry. Hero blinked to clear it but the more they did so the harder it was to keep their eyes open. The world, which was already spinning, tilted on its axis as Villain maneuvered them into a bridal carry. Hero’s head lolled of its own accord into Villain’s chest.

“Let… leggo…”

“And leave you here on the rooftop?” Supervillain laughed, “don’t be ridiculous.”

“Don’t be scared,” Villain said soothingly, “just go to sleep. That’s it.”

Hero’s eyes fluttered shut, heavy as lead. Their thoughts turned to scrambled nonsense while they felt a gentle rocking sensation. Their breathing grew deep as the drug sucked them down. The last thing they heard was Villain’s voice.

“Welcome to the family, Hero.”

Part 2

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[3cosmicfrogs]

sometimes a family unit can be a teenage girl burdened with the fate of an entire indigenous people, a retired terrorist desperately trying to un-retire, a guy whose special interest is guns and who stims by shooting people, and a wriggly guy

[crimhawkposting]

Hawk went up to Sulejmani one day and asked “is anyone gonna be the upbeat weird little girl to his grumpy scary man with a heart of gold” and proceeded to not wait for an answer.

[chaotic-orphan]

June of Doom, Day Twelve:

“It’s no use” : explosion // fainting // trembling

CW: blood (mentioned and kinda explicit), threats, bombs (mentioned), explosion (mentioned), forced to surrender/submit, forced family Whump

*~*~*~*~*

Villain was in their element. Sweat on their brow, blood on their hands, staining their blade and their coat. They should have done this years ago. Every henchmen that stood between Supervillain and Villain died at Villain’s feet and Villain advanced on them all the same. Some surrendered. Some Villain spared.

When Villain got to Supervillain’s office door they opened it with a sticky, blood soaked hand. Supervillain smiled at Villain from across the desk, completely relaxed. Composed. As if Villain was here by their command.

“Villain, so glad to see you. Tell me, how is that Hero of yours?”

“Better than you’re about to be,” said Villain as they walked up to Supervillain’s desk. They reached over it and grabbed Supervillain by their stupid red tie and yanked them over their table.

Supervillain laughed to Villain’s surprise, but it didn’t matter. The fucking psychopath was about to die anyways. Maybe we all go a little mad when we see the end of our days looming before us.

“Maybe I’ll see Hero where I’m going, hmm?”

Villain’s eyes narrowed. They wrapped Supervillain’s tie around their fist and leaned in close to Supervillain’s face. Just as they opened their mouth to question Supervillain an explosion in the distance drew Villain’s eye and their grip loosened.

“Ah, right on time. Twenty-fourth and second street, right?” Something hollow grew in the pit of Villain’s stomach. That was Hero’s address… Villain looked down at Supervillain and their grip tightened dragging them further over their desk. “Ah-ah-ah, Villain. I’m the only one who can stop the next bomb from going off. I just wanted to make sure I had your attention.”

Villain’s eyes went from the explosion site to Supervillain, helpless and angry before they released Supervillain and took a step back. When Supervillain straightened, Villain pointed their long, jagged dagger at his throat and hissed: “talk.”

Supervillain straightened his tie, a self-satisfied smile on his face. “Hero wasn’t at their apartment,” said Supervillain. Villain’s knees nearly buckled from the relief of Supervillain’s words, but they just stared blankly ahead at the bastard as they continued: “I have people monitoring them. I just wanted to show you who was still in charge here.”

“What’s to stop me from killing you now?” Villain demanded.

“You’d be dooming your precious Hero if you killed me. If my guys watching Hero don’t hear from me in the next five minutes, well… me and Hero will be together in the afterlife.”

Villain’s grip tightened on their dagger, mostly to hide the slight trembling they noticed in their fingers and hoped Supervillain didn’t see it.

“Call them then,” said Villain but Supervillain just smiled and shook their head. Villain advanced on Supervillain again, but Supervillain didn’t so much as flinch back when the tip of their blade hit Supervillain’s throat. “Call them!”

“No. I’ve made peace with my Gods, Villain. I’m ready to die. Are you ready to let Hero die? For your revenge?”

Villain couldn’t hide the tremble now as they looked Supervillain in the eye and stepped back with a frustrated fuck! Supervillain walked around their desk to stand in front of Villain and Villain just stood there.

They were so close. They were so close…

“I know it’s hard Villain. To swallow your pride for the people you love. I remember when you first came to me, scared, alone… I took you in as family. As if you were my flesh and blood,” Supervillain reached up to move the stray hairs from Villain’s face. Villain glared at them with unadulterated hatred, their chest rising and falling heavy, but they did nothing to stop them. “You were my greatest asset. My family. I saw you as my own, and I still do. What is this if not some healthy, youthful rebellion?”

“I killed your men.”

Supervillain smiled fondly. “I’ll get new men. Will you get a new Hero?”

Supervillain could feel Villain tense under their hand and their smile only grew. Supervillain put a hand on Villain’s shoulder, the other below their chin raising their head to look Supervillain in the eye.

“I know I won’t get a new child. No one could ever come close to you. I have missed you Villain. I want you home, with me. Where you belong. That is my condition for your precious Hero’s life.”

Supervillain stepped back, letting their hands fall from Villain as they raised a hand, palm out, expecting. Villain looked to the window again, to the explosion thought of Hero and how stupid they were to ever get involved with anyone… thinking they would be safe from Supervillain. It was no use protesting. No use fighting. Not when Hero’s life was on the line.

Villain loosened their grip on their blade, letting it swing between their fingers before lifting it and placing it in Supervillain’s waiting hand.

Supervillain smiled at Villain, proud, tightening their fist around it. “I’m so happy, Villain. You made the right decision. Hero will be spared.”

Supervillain walked past Villain to the hooks in their office and hung Villain’s blade back where it belonged. Villain watched mute as Supervillain let out a sigh of contentment and turned to face Villain with a big smile.

“What would you like for dinner?”

[throwingselfoutwindow]

Little short fic for yall - as a treat

Drug addiction and childhood loss mentioned just a tw

Also, timeline wise, this is before the Tarlos fire but after they moved it

I wrote this in 30mins before I went to bed plz ignore how bad it is

TK never had siblings growing up.

The girl down the hall for Apartment Number 4 was close. He babysat her when both of their parents had work and TK had just gotten back from high school, and she elementary.

Other than that, TK had no prior experience to having siblings.

Judd did have siblings.

He had three older brothers in fact.

But never a younger brother.

Moving to Texas on his father’s whim was - as said many times before - the best thing that could have possibly happened to TK. He gained a wonderful and loving husband (hot as fuck too, but that is a less important detail), 4 best friends, and the closest thing he has to a big brother [Judd].

When Judd joined the new 126, he gained 4 new best friends and 1 baby brother.

Judd and he took sometime to get to where they are now, unlike how easy it was for them to make good with the others.

Judd and TK fought tooth and nail on just about everything up until TK became a paramedic unlike most people think.

After the first few mouths of being this close to beating the shit out of each other, things cooled down - sure. They even became friends. But they never really connected until TK changed careers.

It wasn’t until TK was a paramedic and sitting on a random curb in the middle of the night did TK gain an older brother.

It was cold, well colder than normal for Texas. It felt like a spring night in New York for TK, enough to make him shiver, but not wish for a jacket over his sweatshirt.

A truck had slowed as it passed him, parking moments later after a while.

Judd jumped out and called out to him, “Strand? The hell you doin’ out here kid?” Judd made his way over and crouched down in front of TK, taking his chin in his hand and scanning his face. “It’s freezing. Where’s ya jacket?”

A tiny grin brakes TK’s sullen face. “It’s not cold out.”

Judd only continues to frown. “Where did ya get the shiner?”

TK winces.

“Kid?”

Sighing, TK lulls his head up to look at the sky. He could see the stars better here than in New York. “You know, New York was always so polluted that seeing stars was kinda hard. This is the most I’ve ever seen in my life. Really makes you think just how big the galaxy is. You think there’s like.. aliens or something? Or like, bugs at least?”

“… are you… high?”

TK snorts, loudly. “No. Wish, but no.”

Then, Judd sits next to TK, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

It was weird.

But

It was also

Nice.

Ya, nice.

TK, slowly, leans into Judd’s side.

Then it all comes coming out.

“Carlos and I got into a fight about chicken of all things. It escalated pretty fast. To be fair, this fight has been brewing for a couple of weeks. We both said some stuff we didn’t mean. I left to get some air and went to see my dad to talk to him because I was getting the itch to use. He wasn’t home so I… walked.”

A beated breath.

“My feet just kinda moved and I ended up in an ally that happened to be selling. I swear I didn’t know. Just wrong place at wrong time. Anyway, I was this close to buying before I backed out. Dealer wasn’t all that happy.”

TK motions to his face with a grimace.

Judd’s arm tightens. “But you didn’t…”

“No. Really, I should get a gold star for that.”

They are quite for a long time. It wasn’t exactly awkward, but it wasn’t… not.

“Why are you out here?” TK asks suddenly.

Stuffing slightly before relaxing, Judd sighs. “I’m just having a night I suppose. Gracie is pulling a night-shift and I have the next two days off. I can’t get myself to sleep.”

Nodding, TK hums. “I get that. You know, my dad used to drive me around when I couldn’t sleep when I was younger. Which is weird now that I think about it because we didn’t have a car. He would call a taxi and just say ‘drive’ until I stopped crying.”

“How do you remember that?”

TK slides him a crooked grin. “This went well into my 20s actually. I had a very interesting upbringing and late teen experience. Riding at night was technically the only solid thing in my life,”

He sighs again, “When I first got into drugs, only a little bit of crap weed from a friend at school, I got into the late train and just… road. Did this all the time. Of course, the thing with my dad. When my parents first got divorced, I did something similar to that when they were too busy arguing to notice me slipping out of the door. When I broke up with my first real boyfriend, I bought a bike off a random guy on the street and road that until the chain snapped. Something about the wind calms me down.”

Listing intently to the story, Judd nods along. “I have something like that. Sorta. The part about the weird calming thing I mean.”

TK cocks his head slightly to show he is listen.

Taking a long breath, Judd scoots a little closer and TK smiles softly, just about snuggling back. “I was 12 when I lost my best friend, Cal.” TK’s hand slides onto his knee and squeezes it once before simply resting.

“We stole a car and went joy riding down the street and lost control. After that, I kinda stuck in this… cycle. I wouldn’t exactly say I was depressed - definitely was at first - but I wasn’t happy. I was just… breathing. Living. For a long time, I was angry.”

TK nods slightly. “I sorta understand. Had a friend who didn’t make it in highschool. We weren’t that close though.”

They fall quiet again for a long moment - remembering - before Judd continues.

“At first, I got into a lot of fights and stuff, before I got a reality check from my uncle. My dad sent me away that summer to my uncle’s farm. He worked me half to death. I was pissed almost the whole time up until he told me something that I still think about today.”

“You lost someone, but that ain’t mean we gotta lose someone too.”

“At first, I didn’t understand. Than I thought about it. I was this decently smart kid who always smiled. Then I was just mad all of the time. That was the first night I cried over it all. By the end of the summer, I was better. I was still messed up, obviously, but I wasn’t fighting every three seconds. When I get mad like I used to, I just… work. Doesn’t matter on what if we are being honest.”

TK’s hand squeezed his knee again.

“That’s honestly a bit of how I felt the first couple of months I moved here. Not completely, considering these are two completely different experiences, but close to.”

Judd only nods and looks away from the side of TK’s face - that was still staring up into the sky throughout the entire conversation. TK hums a bit when Judd tightens his arm for a second. “Want a ride back to your boy?”

A tiny smile makes TK’s face. “If you’re willing, I guess. He’s probably worried anyway. I forgot to grab my phone on the way out.”

Standing and taking TK with him, Judd leads TK to the passenger’s side of the truck and pushes him in. He rounds the truck and hops into the drivers.

The car ride is a comfortable silence.

[ut-girl666]

I’m pretty sure the one of the funniest and fluffiest things I’ve ever come up with is the prospect of Lord Megatron, the Leader of the Decepticons, the King of the Gladiation Rings of Kaon, being very insistently shoved into a three way relationship with his brother and sister-in-law because his infant nephew decided that Uncle Megs is bonus-dad worthy, and he noticed that all three of them have two hands, so why can’t they just three-way coparent him, his siblings, and his cousin together? Oh yeah and he’s lacing the glyphs for ‘uncle megs’ with ‘sa/sire’, and no matter what the three of them have tried he won’t stop, and- Shit, wait- Silver no, Elita is not your mother, stop lacing your glyphs with ‘Ri/Carrier’ or so hel- WHY ARE YOU IGNORING US?!

i just think the idea of a baby forcing a bunch of adults into that dynamic and they just have to accept it because now two of the children are doing it, is neat.

please imagine it and understand why I find this specific flavor of potential MegaOpLita so fun.

[theskeptileptic]

me: alexa, do i write stories about lonely only children finding other only children and forcibly making them family forever and ever because i was a lonely only child?

alexa: playing “lazy sunday” by lonely island

[tryyda]

just like an actual family. 💯💯💯

after all these years people describing the archival crew as "found family" is still hilarious to me like yeah. family in the sense of youre trapped with all these people you dont get along with due to circumstances outside your control i guess.

[tallymali]

genuinely what is the reason for the internet becoming so prudish?? who can i fight about this

[wastedcryme]

Haha imagine

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Forced Family- Part 8 (final part)

Part 7

“Wake up, love.”

The gentle voice coaxed Hero out of sleep. They stirred in bed and stretched, opening their eyes to a familiar face.

“Villain,” Hero smiled.

Villain cupped the side of Hero’s face from their side of the bed. Hero leaned into the touch contentedly.

“Villain! Hero!” Sidekick called from downstairs, “Henchman says breakfast’s ready!”

Hero smiled upon hearing those words. Henchman was the best cook, well, aside from Villain. Without warning, Villain swept them up into a bridal carry. Hero started giggling.

“Put me down!” they said, trying to sound stern.

“I’m sorry, Hero, but it’s in my nature as a villain to capture you~”

Villain carried Hero into the kitchen, sitting them down in their chair and giving them a pack on the cheek. Henchman set down several plates of freshly made scones with little portions of jams. They sat down next to Supervillain.

After breakfast, Villain took Hero to the gardens on the estate. Supervillain, Sidekick, and Henchman watched from a nearby window, trying to not be detected.

“The blossoms are so beautiful this time of year,” Hero said.

“Indeed,” Villain said from behind them.

Hero turned to say something else when they saw Villain down on one knee. They furrowed their brow in confusion, until they saw them pull out the ring.

“Hero,” Villain said, “you’re my entire world. You complete me, and I don’t know how I’ve ever lived without you. You’re already family, but will you-”

“YES!” Hero sobbed, their face breaking into a tearful smile, “yes, yes, yes!”

Villain smiled, tears brimming in their eyes. They stood up, putting the ring on Hero’s finger. They pulled them close and brought their lips to theirs. Hero leaned into the kiss with pure joy. Who said fire and ice couldn’t mix? Hero would be a part of the family forever.

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Thanks for following along with this story guys! I tried a different ending than what I usually do, but I think sometimes, a "bad" ending works for a story! Let me know what you thought of it!

[romancemedia]

🌈Happy Pride Month (2024)🌈

[communistkenobi]

whenever right wing people talk about “parental rights” they are talking about property rights. they are arguing for further political and legal enshrinement of their children as their literal actual property

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[minimanuke]

hes a weirdo S2