Lgbtq+ Oneshots

Agender

Olive left their room, and saw their siblings fighting. The triplets were always together, Olivia being a bright girl and Oliver playing basketball like a pro, yet Olive never fit.

Their parents had always wanted a trio, three all working. One would churn the butter, the other chop the wood, with the third carry it all. In other terms, a girl, boy and androgynous child.

Olive still wanted to play basketball like their brother, but their parents forced them to sew with Oliva. Oliva was never the problem, just that their hands got sweaty and slipped, making cuts while sewing.

Their mom came in, and they left, everything about the trio was perfect but them. A blonde and green-eyed boy, a red-head and grey-eyed daughter, and a black-haired blue-eyed child.

It seemed like something from a movie, after all they both got sperm-doners that looked like that. Both of their parents were rich and retired at the age of 30 too, just using suger daddy's to earn dirty money.

Olivia was excepting of this, as she wanted to be just like her mum, and her other mom was proud of that, yet Olive and Oliver had problems.

Oliver wanted to make music, and become one of the best piano players, yet Olivia took that dream after his mom said it was for girls.

They were lucky Olive was agender as well, yet they often said he was non-binary, a sign that their mom was not so nice. Yet their mom wanted them to become a archer. Archery was never a hate, yet Olive disliked doing it.

Now, Oliver was being yelled at for sneaking playing the piano, yet it sounded better then Olivia, even with little practice vs her. Olive was anxious they would get caught.

This was because Oliver and Olive would help each other sneak the piano and basketball. Olivia never knew as they suspected she would tell on them.

It was what made them both happy, and Olive had plans to run away. They already had one bag with stuff and another full of cash. It was never hard for them as they stole all the time. From their mum and even lipstick once just because.

It would break the trio that was made, yet wasn't it broken already? Just from their parents alone.

Once it fell night, Olive tip-toed to Oliver's bed, and left a good-bye note as well as the piano room key, as a gift. Then they just opened the cracked window and ran off, closing it after them.

Days had passed, and Oliver felt really lonely, as his only close friend was missing. He hid the note and key, but never played since he wasn't happy at the time.

A heartbreak came between him, and Olive felt it too, like a tugging at their heart. It was best for the change to happen, yet for another it killed him inside.

Olivia saw how sad her brother was, but his mom didn't care. It was like they never saw Olive themselve. She started to see the twisted ways they acted, she just never minded.

Soon it was a duo and runaway, with some parents who didn't care. One son heartbroken, one daughter stuck inbtween, one child running away, and two moms who just want a perfect rich life, for themselves only.

A red-head, grey-eyed sewwing daughter, a blonde green-eyed basketball son and black blue-eyed ???.