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Throw Away Our Cloaks

Summary:

A fic about coming out and being loved.

Notes:

So this fic is inspired from this cute and lovely art I hope y'all like it💖

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SIMON

For some reason, Baz has got really weird over the past couple of months. He's got even more broody, even more guarded and just really, really quiet.

I've been worried about him and I keep trying to broach this topic but he just puts it off and avoids it. He'll stalk around the room in a complete frenzy or he'll curl up on the bed and stare moodily at the wall. Sometimes, he's just going through lengthy articles on his phone.

I don't know what's got into him. I don't know how to help him. I just wish he'd tell me what's bothering him.

I sigh as I fold my clean clothes into neat piles. I just want to comfort him. I want him to understand that I'm always there to help him. We've been through that conversation enough times for him to not forget that.

"Simon?"

I look up from where I had been frowning at my shirts to Baz, who's standing at the doorway of my room, looking nervous and jittery.

"Yes, love?"

"Can- can we talk?"

I nod, immediately abandoning the task at hand (who likes doing laundry anyways?) and making space on my bed for him to sit.

Baz tucks a lock of his hair behind his ear and scratches his neck. I've never seen him look this freaked out. Crowley, what is up with him?

I take his hand in mine and gently squeeze it before I start rubbing circles with my thumb over the back of his hand to calm him down. It doesn't really work that well but Baz manages a weak smile nonetheless.

"What happened, darling?" I ask softly, and take his other hand too. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah- it's just. I've been thinking a lot recently, doing reading, just reflecting a lot on my past experiences and other things and I-" He stops speaking and swallows thickly.

I don't goad him on. I just keep holding his hands and wait for him to collect himself and continue.

"I- I am non binary, you know?" Baz mumbles softly. "I'm still figuring out a lot of things, I still don't know a lot. I'm just working out on an identity. I don't know for sure who exactly I am right now, Simon. I'm working and I will keep figuring out myself as I go and I just- I just wanted you to know."

I won't say I'm not surprised. I also won't say I know exactly what he's talking about but I know this is something very important for him and that I love him and nothing changes that.

I mean, of course I have heard about different gender identities and stuff but I don't know a lot of things about it. I'm no expert. I'll just try my very best to make him understand that there wasn't even a question of me not accepting him for who he is. I'm supposed to be there for Baz and I will be.

"Thank you for telling me, Baz." I say and kiss his forehead. "Wait um, will you be changing your pronouns? And your name?"

"I'm fine with my name. I like Baz. I think- for now- I'd prefer they/them for me."

I nod slowly. "Okay. So should I keep on calling you my boyfriend? Or something more gender neutral? Partner? Is that ok?"

Baz nods, they're smiling slowly now and becoming more relaxed. "Yes. I like that. I like that a whole lot."

"Alright." I hold out my arms and then bring them in a hug. "Crowley, Baz. I'm so proud of you for telling me. So proud of you in general. I love you so much."

Baz doesn't reply but just presses their nose into my chest. They are shaking a little, obviously overwhelmed by this conversation. I let them be and kiss the top of their head. Their ears. Their eyebrows. Their forehead. Literally any spot I can. I'm no good at words but I am good at comforting Baz without uttering a single syllable. All I need to do is tell them that I love them without speaking.


BAZ

I'm working on an assignment when Simon comes into the kitchen, holding a box in his hands.

"What have you got there, love?" I ask, looking up for a moment before I turn back to the work at hand. I need to complete this in the next two days and I am trying to cram in as much as I can today because Simon and I are going to pride tomorrow which means I'd be able to do little to no work.

Simon fidgets before he sits down in front of me and pushes the box towards me.

"It's a gift for you."

I stop working and look at Simon, who's giving me a nervous smile.

"I- I don't think it's my birthday. Or our anniversary. Or-"

"Do I need a special occasion to bring a gift for my partner?"

I smile at him and shake my head. It's been a couple of months since I came out to Simon and till this day, he has not ever made me feel uncomfortable. I love him for that and so much more.

"Alright, Snow. Let's see what you've got."

I take the box in my hands and open it carefully, curious and excited. What could he have brought for me for no reason? Maybe it's that shirt I saw a few days back online. Or maybe it's-

And then I stop breathing.

"I just thought we're going to pride tomorrow and that you don't have a non binary flag." Simon's rambling as I stare at the neatly folded yellow, white, purple and black flag in absolute silence. "I thought I could get you one. Like, obviously you don't have to take it! Or use it! But I'm just- I just thought, y'know? I thought you'd like it. I um-"

"Thank you." I say breathlessly and take the flag in my hands. I won't cry. Fucking hell, I'm so not going to cry. "This is- thank you."

Simon gives a visible sigh of relief and grins when I drape the flag over my shoulders.

"So you like it, yes? I wasn't being rude, right? It's-”

I tackle him in a hug and kiss his cheek soundly. He won't stop laughing and I can't stop feeling absolutely elated by this small but touching gesture.

"Simon Snow, you absolute bloody menace, I love you."