Solangelo drabbles (BoyXBoy)

"The Talk 2.0"

(So this is for my dear friend Oliver who is transgender. "The Talk" was originally written for him before he came to terms with who he was, so this is a coming out story to Papa William and Daddy Neeks for him, as per his request. So without further ado; enjoy.)

Oliver paced around his room for what seemed like the millionth time that night. He was continuously wiping his sweaty palms against his dark jeans. Every few steps he'd take he would let out a short puff of air. His head shot up when he heard the door to his bedroom open, Will's head sticking through the doorway. His blonde hair fell around his head like a golden halo, a trait Oliver had noticed years ago.

"What are you doing? it sounds like a stampede of wild moose in your room." Will chuckled at Oliver's deer-in-the-headlights look. He gulped hard and ran a hand through his curly dark hair.

"Uhm... could you- could you get dad up here, too? I have something... to tell you both." Oliver managed to push the words out of his mouth. His father's eyebrows furrowed but he nodded and called down the stairs for Nico. Not thirty seconds later Oliver heard the familiar footfalls of her dad on the stairs.

Will pushed the door all the way open and Nico along with himself sat down on Oliver's bed. Nico immediately noticed Oliver's nervous tics and reached a comforting hand out for his "daughter's".

"Izzy, sweetie, what's wrong?" a concerned look glazing over her dad's face. Oliver noticeably cringed at the name. He pulled his hand away from Nico causing both of his dads to look even more concerned. Oliver played with the hem of his shirt before finally raising his gaze to meet his fathers' gazes.

"What I wanted to tell you is that... Can you guys call me- can you call me Oliver instead. Please?" He said barely above a whisper. Nico and Will cocked both their heads to the side in confusion.

"Why is that, sweetie?" Will asked in a gentle tone.

"Uhm... Would you guys accept me as you son, Oliver?" Oliver requested a bit more confidently. Nico and Will turned to each other and a look of understanding passed between them. After an excruciatingly long silence Nico began to speak.

"Iz-Oliver, our baby boy. I like the sound of that. Boys are less trouble anyways." Nico let a small smile grace his features as Will shook his head in agreement.

"I'd always wanted a son." Will mumbled and reached his hand out for Oliver to take. He took it and was pulled off his feet into his dads' laps.

"...So you guys are okay with this." Oliver whispered in a shell shocked state.

"Of course Ollie." Will smiled and hugged Oliver closer to himself and his husband. The family of three stayed in huddled position on the bed for a long moment before Nico spoke up once again.

"We'll love you no matter what Oliver, you're our child and we will always love you unconditionally." Nico rubbed his son's back as he felt a small wet spot forming on his shoulder where Oliver had tucked his head.

"Thank you dads." Oliver's voice came out muffled by Nico's shoulder.

"Maybe I can even track down a binder or two till we talk to Chiron about giving you testosterone." Will said, gently rubbing Oliver's back.