TW: Mentions of child @bv$3, [seggsual] h@r@$$m3nt, mild v!0l3nc3, self-h@t3, and mentioned r@p3.
A/N: This was based on a comment thread I saw on ao3 abt someone saying they have a scenario in their head where an !nt0x!c@t3d woman h@r@$$3$ Krus and then someone in his family saving him and then someone replying with their HCs on how it would go. Shout out to Im_a_queer_*bleep*tard_and_Im_proud_of_it and [Bish][Slug] on ao3 for giving me the idea for this.
This is written in Second Person POV and is a Choose Your Own Adventure-esque oneshot. This is set in the universe of TNGG (Today is Not a Gift of God) by [Bish][Slug], but isn't canon to said fic. You don't necessarily have to read it before this oneshot, but I recommend you do it so you have a deeper understanding of the lore. Link to it is in the description of We love you (so please don't go.
Everything your grandson had written in that poem for you was wrong.
"You may think you're worthless
You may think you're pathetic..."
You don't just think that, you KNOW that.
"But believe me when I say that [crap] ain't true..."
It IS true.
"You've been b@tt3r3d and @bv$3d
Shamed by [bishes] who weren't kind..."
Alright, maybe that IS true, but everything else in the song are just lies meant to please you, to trick you into letting your guard down and risk getting hvrt again.
You're not naïve.
You're not falling for it.
"But they don't see how much you've shined..."
No. You never shined.
"We love you
We're genuinely saddened 'bout your hue
Going from a warm yellow to a sorrowful blue
Let us help you out of this mess..."
"Cut the act!" You muttered, tears rolling down your cheeks as you ran out of your family's house. "You're lying!"
"Stop compressing
How you're truly feeling
We'll do whatever it takes
Even walk through $n@k3$
Just so you can see what you think
Are just deceitful thoughts that stink..."
The poem replayed in his head over and over again as he ran faster than he ever has in years.
"Today may not be a gift of god
But tomorrow will be
It's not easy peasy
It's not lemon squeezy
But just let us hold your hand
And we'll show you these aren't just empty promises-"
Your thoughts were interrupted when an obviously !n3br!@t3d woman approached you.
"Hey, handsome~" She flirted.
"Oh...uh...hello, ma'am." You awkwardly replied, not knowing how to react.
"Say...how 'bout we have a couple drinks and you can come over to my house..."
"No thank you, I'm good. Also, I have a lover-"
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MFM (Mid-Fight Masses) and PIT (Partners in Time) one shots
FanfictionExactly what the title says. Y'all are welcome to make requests. I'll do: -Fluff -Angst -Maybe g0r3 but not graphic -LGBTQ+ (if you have an issue with it, pls just try to respect it, click away or both) I won't do: -Smut -Polyamory (I wanna do it bu...
