Kingdom | The Dragon Prince x Reader Oneshots

16. Ezran- Disgrace

older ezran again

also LANGUAGE!

this talks about mature and complex themes, like coming out and rejection by parents, things like that

i feel like i should try my best to cover topics like this, since it's kind of a big issue with a lot of struggling teens and adults who aren't accepted by their close ones.

so, if you need any help, i suggest either talking to a helpline, maybe a counselor, or a close friend that you trust

or me, i'm always open to give you advice :)

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I took in a deep breath, stepping out into the living room. This was the day.

"Mom, Dad." I got their attention, sweet smiles on their faces as they turned to me, unaware of what was about to happen.

"Yes, dear?" I cleared my throat, trying to not cry or forget how to breathe. Both my parents waited patiently for a follow-up.

"I have something to tell you." My mom cocked her head, inclined to hear what I had to say.

"We'd love to know." Mustering all the courage I had, I opened my mouth to speak.

"I'm gay."

Slam.

The sound of a book smashing on the counter echoed throughout the house as I fell into silence, whipping my head to see my dad, face red.

"You're kidding." Baffled, I furrowed my eyebrows and stared at them.

"N-No-"

"(Y/N), honey, you can't be gay." My mom's eyes were drooping, her expression screaming fear and disappointment.

"Wha-"

"Sweetheart, you can't be serious... Did something happen? What about your crush that you told us all about? What about Chase?" They're fake.

"Mom-" I stammered, but she wouldn't let me finish my sentence.

"(Y/N), please tell me that this is a joke. Honey, this has to be a joke, right?"

"N-No, I-"

"Honey, please. Tell me it's a joke," she pleaded, eyes wild and desperate for the answer she craved. My eyes were like daggers, staring them down, furious.

"But what about saying you loved me no matter what?"

"We do, we really do, but not like this. Not like this!" She turned to my dad, who looked as if he was about to explode at any second. He grit his teeth and curled his palm into a fist, nails digging into his flesh.

"Out," he growled, not looking up at me. I felt like I couldn't breathe. My cheeks were flushed, unable to comprehend what he had just uttered.

"What?" I whispered, not believing what I had just heard.

"You heard me. Out." I huffed in protest, the gears in my head whirring as I heard his voice for the second time.

"Dad, please-"

"You tell me you're gay, under my roof, in my house, in front of me?"

"I-I just thought-" Tears were already on the brink of breaking through, my breaths shaky and uncontrolled.

"Get the fuck out of my house, you fucking miserable faggot."

"Dad-"

"Don't call me your father, you sick fucking dyke," he sneered, getting up, storming towards me. "Where did I go wrong in raising you, for you to turn out like this?" I shook my head, gasping as he grabbed me by the collar, dragging me towards the door. Everything was going so fast, I felt my heart race, my throat closing up. Coughing, my body slid against the wood floor, but I felt like my skin was burning, skidding against spikes.