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Oswald

Little high school AU about Oswald and Ed as teenagers in high school. Trans!Oswald (his birth name was Klara Kapelput) and gay!Edward.

TRIGGER WARNING: Body dysphoria, negative body issues, depression, bullying.

It was so hard. Being Klara Kapelput. He wanted to fit in. He hated the way he looked. He thought that hitting puberty would make him fit in, but no. The way his body developed like that made him feel even worse. Worst of all, periods were disgusting and made him feel gross.
The bullies taunted him relentlessly, calling him a freakshow and a weirdo. Klara had no friends. Except for Edward, the dorky, nerdy kid with cute glasses and beautiful brown eyes with flecks of green and gold. Ed had a full-blown obsession with riddles, and Klara loved it.

"Watch where you're going, freak!" Harvey snaps at Ed, but Ed was at no fault whatsoever because Harvey wasn't paying attention to where he was walking and collided with Ed, not the other way around. Klara looked up at Ed and felt panic rise in his chest when he saw Tom Dougherty walk in wearing that Letterman jacket and cocky grin.

Klara tried to warn Ed, but Tom quickly attacked Ed, punching him in the gut.

"I told you to stop hanging out with my girl, you faggot!" Tom yells at Ed.

"Tom, stop..." Kristen says quietly.

"Be quiet!" Tom yells at her. Klara grabs Ed and they run to the school bathroom.

"So this is the men's room? Huh..." Klara says quietly, looking around the room. He'd never seen it before because he'd been forced to use the girl's bathroom because he was biologically a girl and the school was transphobic.

"We'll be safe here for a minute or two..." Klara says quietly, squeezing Ed's hand tight. Ed lets out a shaky breath and smiles kindly at the mysterious black haired person who had just rescued him from the biggest bully in GCHS.

"I'm thinking of going by a different name..." Klara says quietly.

"Like what?"

"Oswald... Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot."

"That's a beautiful name...I love it." Ed says warmly, looking at Oswald.

"You are so handsome, Oswald. You're the most attractive boy in school." Ed says warmly, squeezing Oswalds hand tighter. Oswald giggles and kisses Eds cheek.

Two years after college, the pair finally had enough money for the rest of Oswalds transition.

"Will it hurt? I'm scared of it hurting bad. It is a pretty sensitive area..." Oswald says softly, looking up at Ed with those beautiful green eyes.

"No, it won't hurt. You'll have some pain medication for after the surgery. And during surgery you'll be asleep the entire time. You won't feel a thing, and when you wake up... you'll officially be a man. Completely."

A few hours later, the surgery was over. Oswald lays in bed in recovery, still bandaged up. Ed sat beside him, still in awe of this beautiful little bird that had gone from a frumpy, socially awkward girl to a beautiful, handsome, sensitive young man. Oswald opens his eyes and smiles upon seeing Ed.

"Did everything go ok?"

"It went perfect, Oswald... perfect... you're what you always wanted. A man."

Oswald sighs deeply, looking deep into Edwards beautiful brown eyes.

1 week later, they went home, and Oswald couldn't wait to try on his new clothes he had gotten for after the surgery.

He tried on the suit and smiled at his reflection. It was everything he ever wanted to see. He was no longer Klara Kapelput, he is Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, a strong, confident young man. With a beautiful genius by his side.

Ed walked in and gasped upon seeing Oswald in the suit.

"Do you like it?" Oswald asks nervously.

"Like it? I fucking love it..." Ed says quietly, looking at Oswald with such adoration and reverence.

"Look at you... perfect."

That night, they went to visit Oswalds mother. Gertrude greeted him with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. She greeted Edward the same way and welcomed them inside.

"Look at you. My little Cobblepot. My sweet boy." Gertrude says warmly, looking at Oswald with her hands on his upper arms.

Finally, Oswald was in the skin he belonged in. He was never meant to be a girl. He was meant to be a boy.

And now he was the man he was always meant to be, with the man he was always meant to be with.

Forever.

Was that good? It was mostly pure impulse...