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Welcome everybody. How you got here I have no idea but thank you for coming and welcome again, nonetheless . As you may have gathered this is a fic ( Read more... )
PLEASE POST PROMPTS IN PROMPT POST II
Welcome everybody. How you got here I have no idea but thank you for coming and welcome again, nonetheless . As you may have gathered this is a fic ( Read more... )
Martin was panicking again. Attempts number twenty-eight to thirty-one had gone terribly. Now it was number thirty-two, and it looked to be turning out the same as the previous ones.
He swallowed, mouth dry, heart thumping. He looked at his shoes, and then at the crew, then back at his shoes again. There was still the chance to pull out, he could just start going over the flight-plan, he could, he could -
Ungrateful brat. Ungrateful ball-fondling, penis-worshipping, queer. Nobody outside of your little faggot friends is going to accept you. Nobody.
- he could do this. Screw what his family said! He was allowed to exist, allowed to be with whoever the hell he wanted to be with, and he didn't want to have to work for a homophobic company, so it was best if he got this out of the way, so he could hand in his uniform, and try to find another job.
Martin raised his head, straightening his back and looked at each member of MJN Air determinedly.
"There's a reason why I called you all together today. And it's not for the flight-plan. Well, not exclusively for the flight-plan. I just wanted to let you know that I'm gay. Yes. Gay. Me. That's why I don't have a girlfriend, and that's why I'll never have a girlfriend. And I wanted to let you know that if any of you have a problem with that, tell me now. I refuse to work for an airdot that will reject me on the basis of my sexuality. So, do you have anything to say, or may I move onto the flight-plan?"
The silence that followed shot dread into Martin's body. He took a step back, arms rising to hug himself slightly. Then Carolyn smiled. Arthur was bouncing on the balls of his feet, grinning widely.
"Martin, we've known for quite a while," said Douglas.
"Y-You have?" asked Martin, colour flooding back into his face.
"Yes, and we've been waiting for you to man up and tell us," said Carolyn.
"Oh," said Martin faintly.
A shy, nervous, terribly young smile edged it's way to his lips. That went very well, but they hadn't said anything else, and it was possible that they were going to reject him now that he'd admitted to it, and-
"Martin, stop thinking. You'll strain your brain, and we need you as our captain. Now give us the flight-plan," said Carolyn.
"I told you it was a boy he was kissing!" shouted Arthur, turning on Douglas, "I told you, I told you, I told you!"
"You saw that?" squeaked Martin, covering his face with his hands, now more embarrassed than scared.
"Yes," chimed Douglas, "Nice looking chap. Are you still together?"
"Uhm, no, it was just a bit of a snog," mumbled Martin.
He looked down again, internally flailing around, then realising that they hadn't said anything bad.
"So, it doesn't matter?"
"No, you dolt," snapped Carolyn, "Now give us the flight plan."
Martin fiddled with the edge of the folder, trying to find the right words. He bit his lip, thinking, then let it go. The world was going watery and he sniffled.
"Thank you for accepting me."
Carolyn handed him a handkerchief. Martin accepted it, wiping away the tears, sniffling again, before breaking out into full sobs. Douglas looked slightly startled before placing a hand on Martin's shoulder.
"It wasn't easy, was it? Growing up. Telling us."
"My family cut me off completely. They called me all sorts of names, hit me, spat on me, threw me out of home. I was lucky to get the van. They didn't tell me when dad's funeral was. Mum refuses to speak to me, my sisters can't speak to me, and my brother wants to speak to me, but only to call me names, or insult me. I don't have a family."
"It's okay, sweetheart," Carolyn said, taking him in a hug and patting his back, "We're your family now."
"Yes," he croaked, "And I love you for it. I don't ever want to leave. I want to stay."
He pulled away carefully, dabbing the thoroughly soaked handkerchief at his eyes, regulating his breathing. He smiled again, eyes red.
"Thank you."
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Aaaaaaand that's all folks! :D Thanks for the quick flight together! (I went well in English, for all those wondering! Thank you for the well wishes. :D )
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(And it sounds like maybe his sisters want to reach out to him? Sequel, maybe?)
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I'm really, really, really glad that you enjoyed the fic!
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(Your icon? PURE AWESOME in a 100 by 100 pixel square).
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