#my parents are on that weird middle ground of being so afraid of being transphobic that they wont even say the word transgender

[effervescent-fool]

it's kind of funny how I've been going by the name james officially for over a year now but my dad still calls me by the name I came out with like 4+ years ago. Like he knows I use james now bc even my mother calls me it and I have it on all my accounts and even my visa card. But I haven't actually Told him about it so he still uses my old name. So its not his fault but it's funny that he hasn't caught onto on his own or even asked me about it

[satoru-chans]

You Are You-Grelle x Othello Drabble

Something that came to my mind a while ago.

Warnings: Mentions of the past, a transphobic family and slight dark themes. 

(Note: This is exactly what I went through with my own family, so the reason I relate to Grelle and how she’s my comfort character.)

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Grelle Sutcliff and Othello, along with Ronald were tasked to see a person whose soul they needed to reap. Grelle was her usual self, Ronald supporting himself on his lawnmower death scythe. Othello only came with them, because he was bored and would rather tag along with them, than being locked inside his own division of reapers.

“So? Is this the place?” Grelle asked, grabbing a lock of her crimson hair and played with it.

“It appears it is, at the little Sunnyville.” Ronald confirmed with a nod, checking the paper that was given to them.

Suddenly, Grelle stiffened completely, her porcelain skin becoming pale and sweat came running from her forehead to her cheeks.

“S-Sunnyville?” She stammered, pulling off one of her black gloves and poking at her nails with her other gloved hand. A habit of hers when she was nervous or afraid of something.

“Sutcliff-Senpai? Are you doing well?” Ronald noticed the change in Grelle’s behavior and so did Othello, who raised a brow at it.

“What the matter might be, Grelle-Chan?” He inched closer to her, right as Ronald moved closer too.

Grelle was this anxious because the name of the place brought her very, very undesired memories of her past as human and her very, very unhealthy and transphobic family spun around her mind. She didn’t at all want to remember all that. She was tormented by them, and a severe headache was starting to throb her head as she groaned and put her hands on her temples, and shrunk to the ground. Remembering all that, almost put her sick enough to start throwing up what she ate a while ago with the other reapers.

“Senpai?!” Ronald crouched down to her, putting a hand on her shaking shoulder. Othello did the same with her other shaking.

“Grelle-Chan, you have to tell us what is it with you. Otherwise we won’t be able to help you!” The scientist reaper advised her, completely not liking how Grelle was acting, it looked like she was remembering memories that she really didn’t want to remember.

“...Sunnyville... family... I’m a freak...” Grelle could only stutter those words. The headache wasn’t letting her speak clearly. Noticing a bench nearby, Othello nodded at Ronald to help him move Grelle over to there and so they did, gently sitting her there, both took seats by her sides, leaving her in the middle.

“Can you tell us what is that about?” Othello asked her, gently. Waiting for her to calm down a little, so she couldn’t smile. Ronald had opened a water bottle they’d brought when they got thirsty and handed it over to the troubled reaper lady who took deep breaths to calm down. Once she did, she sighed and began explaining.

“I’m sorry... the name Sunnyville brings me very terrible memories. I’ll explain everything.”

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“Grelle, come down. It’s dinner time, you boy.” Called Mrs. Sutcliff upstairs to the youngest child that the family had.

Grelle Sutcliff, that time a human in her 13′s came down, wearing her red dress that she adored wearing. Her family didn’t approve of her ways of living or her preferences.

“Again with dressing like that? Grelle Sutcliff! You’re a boy, a man. Act like one now!” Said her father, who was a very short-fused man and clearly disapproved of his youngest’s ways of dressing and acting.

“Dad, he’s just a weirdo. A freak. If he won’t accept the fact that he was biologically born a MALE.” Said the eldest son of the family. Walter. He scoffed and made fun of Grelle, even forced her to fall down, when he extended his leg to make her trip over.

“Freak, only women wear dresses.” the second eldest son scoffed at Grelle, throwing some cheese at her face and laughing at her.

Grelle felt terrible. She didn’t have a loving home or family, everyday she had to deal with this and it was really taking a toll on her mental health, she didn’t have any support. Both her parents always rebuked her so harshly. Her siblings hurt her and bullied her.

“Get up.” Her father yanked her off and scowled at her.

“B-but, I really I’m a lady. I want to wear red dresses, go to fashion stages and be the most beautiful lady of all London!” Grelle protested, hurt and inddignant that she didn’t have any support at all.

“Shut up!” Slap. Her father had struck her in the face. “You will go to your room, and write three thousand times, I am a man and I will act like one. Now. You’ve lost your dinner tonight.”

With a hand clutching her stinging cheek, Grelle sniffled and hurried up to her room, locking the door and doing just what she was ordered to do. She was crying, heartbrokendly. What horrible family she was born to. She didn’t accept that she was a boy, of course she wasn’t. In her heart and mind, she was a lady. And to the heart nothing or no one could lie too. If only she had someone to come to, someone supporting of her and her choice.

Days went by and nothing ever changed in her family. By the time Grelle turned 15 she had required that her party was the most fancy and girly possible. This earned her a harsh lashing out from her father and mother, her siblings laughing at her and calling even more names. For not wanting to comply dressing how they wanted her too, she was caned thirty times and sent to her room without food. She spent the whole day crying herself till very late in the night, before she eventually cried herself to sleep. That was when she decided to choose this choice. 

The next day the family didn’t see Grelle coming down for breakfast, to which they thought she was just taking a lot of time dressing weirdly again. The father went up the stairs and slammed the door open, to which... he saw his youngest child hung from the windown, long dead.

“WHAT DID YOU DO, YOU CRAZY BOY?!”

For once in his life, Mr. Sutcliff cried so heartedly at his youngest’s death, Mrs. Sutciff did too. Both of them regretted it when it was too late. The other two children of the family, didn’t really feel any remorse for their dead sibling.

“It was best that the freak died. He was such a creep, we’re better off him!” Grelle’s older brothers were the biggest douches in the whole world, they laughed off her death, while their parents actually didn’t take joy in it. They whole heartedly regretted treating their child like if she was just a weird specimen, preferring the girly stuff over the guy stuff.

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“...I-I was treated s-so terribly b-by them... e-every single of them!” By the time Grelle finished telling her story, she broke down crying in her hands. Those memories hurt a lot, it ached her heart, and even then, some reapers in the Dispatch didn’t address like how she wanted.

“Oh, Grelle-Chan...”

“Senpai...”

Both Othello and Ronald hugged her gently, they felt absolutely terrible for her and felt absolutely furious at her family, if they were alive still, for sure Othello and Ronald would personally go to them, despite the rules forbidding them to interpose with the humans and made them pay for all the pain and torment they put her to go through.

“Grelle-Chan...” Othello cooed gently, a hand running through her long, crimson hair. “Even though you had a truly awful family, they were so blind as to never know or value such a wonderful lady as you.” 

Grelle slightly lifted her face, to look at Othello, as tears rain down her cheeks, and she let out little sobs. “O-Othello...”

“You are wonderful and amazing, Lady Sutcliff, and any one else that says otherwise, are fools and blind. I’ll always believe you’re a beautiful woman!” Othello said, with a warm tone, and in his face honesty was painted. He meant everything that he had told Grelle.

“What he says, Lady-Senpai. Count on me that I’ll also believe you’re a great, beautiful lady.” Ronald joined in. He respected his Senpai a lot, and if she wanted to be seen as a lady, then he would treat her like one, just like how Othello was doing currently.

“T-thank you, guys... it means a lot to me...” Grelle had managed a small, sad smile. Leaning over and now wrapping her arms around Othello, who pulled her into a tighter hug. Ronald was patting her back, helping comfort her.

“Anything for you,” Othello had always believed Grelle was just the perfect lady, in his eyes she was and she will always be. He would always be there for her and would defend her from the unkind, hurtful reapers around her.

“Oh, Othello...” Grelle smiled wider know, letting the last of her tears roll down her cheeks, while gently nuzzling Othello’s neck with her cheek. Ronald was smiling at them, it seemed like the both of them were going to become something else more closer. Othello was perfect for Grelle, they have had a long friendship before, and now that friendship was turning something else.

“Thank you so much, for being there for me, Othello.”