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If you've filled (or started filling) a prompt, please make sure to link it in the comments of the Fills Post. And if you would like to cross-post your fills on AO3, here is the collection!
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Prompts in line with adaptations of Heroic Age stories can also fit here, for example if you want to specifically prompt Hugh Grant!Cherry from The Last Place On Earth getting wrecked (which someone really should).
No blorbo too obscure for this post! EXCEPT: NO PEARY ALLOWED. God I hate that guy.
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Mertz/Ninnis, sex crying
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Gen, Emil Racovitza, discovering a crazy new fish
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FILL: Performance Review, Lecointe/de Gerlache, M, accidental domming
(Anonymous) 2022-10-10 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)And then De Gerlache was saying, pitifully, “But you ought to have stopped me. You could have tried to convince me it was wrong, instead of encouraging the plan. Then perhaps we might be at home now, and not in this hell… If you had only tried—”
“How dare you,” Lecointe had gasped, and slapped de Gerlache full across the face.
Immediately he regretted it. He stepped back, stood at attention, bowed his head, and waited for his reprimand.
But didn’t come. De Gerlache was standing silently, with a dazed look on his face. Lecointe said, “Sir?”
The dumb silence quickly reignited Lecointe’s ire. The very least the commandant could do was show some backbone in keeping his subordinates in order, but apparently he was not even capable of that! Furiously Lecointe reached out and grabbed de Gerlache forcefully by the face.
“You must answer for yourself,” said Lecointe. “I followed your lead. I am loyal to you alone. You are in command of this expedition, entirely. Will you shrink now before the obligation? Like a wretched slug under the sun?”
De Gerlache closed his eyes—as if in bliss, but how could that be? When Lecointe was speaking so foully to him? Had some sickness overtaken him, a sudden apoplexy?
Lecointe dug his fingernails into the skin under his commander’s beard. “So you will not speak? So you have no tongue, so you are a coward? How far must I go to remind you of your duty?”
De Gerlache was not commanding him to stop—exactly the opposite. He seemed as if he wanted Lecointe to continue; Lecointe felt an urge to do so, to go on until de Gerlache well and truly understood, no matter what it took…
Yet he was suddenly and painfully aware of the impropriety of what was happening. He had his commander by the throat! An astonishing breach of discipline!
He dropped his hand; he stepped away; and, without saying a word, fled the wardroom.
***
Cook’s reaction, when Lecointe worriedly described the scene to him, was to laugh out loud. Of all things!
Lecointe frowned at him until he stopped. “He is not sick, no,” Cook said. “And you haven’t harmed him. Perhaps just the opposite. Hm. How to explain this to you… ah, if only I spoke better French… Let’s see. There is a state of mind that can be activated by personal encounters. Slightly below the normal level of consciousness. One becomes relaxed and, ah—suggestive, perhaps.”
“Personal encounters…? I don’t understand.”
“...Érotique?” Cook tried.
“I—erotic? You mean… what I did to him was—sexual?” This last word Lecointe whispered hoarsely.
“Perhaps. I can’t be sure. It is very mysterious. Almost mystical. Certainly it had an effect—a pleasurable one.”
“And I suppose now you’re going to tell me you learned about this from the Greenlanders, like all your other quackery,” Lecointe scoffed. “Doctor Cook, I really don’t think—”
“No, I learned about it at an underground sex club in Manhattan.” The matter-of-fact way he said it stunned Lecointe into silence. “It can be a very effective tool for the relief of stress,” Cook went on. “Especially in men of more leaderly persuasions, who are feeling the strain of command. I’m quite fond of getting spanked, myself. Hey, that gives me an idea. I wonder if Amundsen—”
“I am leaving!” shrilled Lecointe, once again nearly tripping over himself to get out of the room. “Goodbye! Merci, Doctor!”
“Wait!” called Cook, “I must tell you what to do when you’re finished—” but Lecointe did not stay to listen.
***
The moment the clock ticked over from work hours into evening-time, Lecointe found himself considering the topic again. He was furious at de Gerlache, still, for the insult to his own honor; yet he also pitied the man; and still further yet he respected him, and wished sincerely to see him rise to the occasion that presented itself. To relieve him of the burden of some of his anxieties… in an unorthodox way, yes, but was not this whole expedition already long past the bounds of orthodoxy? De Gerlache had never himself been one to constrain himself to the bounds of what was expected, after all, and that was why Lecointe admired him.
Lecointe entered de Gerlache’s berth without knocking. He closed the door behind him as de Gerlache looked up from his book, with a fearful mien like that of a cornered animal.
“Er—I should say, Georges, that I really do—”
“Get on the floor,” Lecointe said. There was a pause; and then the commandant did so, dropping slowly to his hands and knees beside the table. Lecointe was not feeling the wrench of impropriety he had felt before. Precisely the reverse: this was, he thought, exactly what needed to happen.
“All the way on the floor,” said Lecointe. And so de Gerlache went. His face was in the filthy rug. As Lecointe put his boot on his head he may have moaned, or perhaps it was the creak of the ship in the ice around them.
“Have you been thinking about what you said? Are you ashamed?”
Lecointe heard a muffled, “Yes…” from below.
“Say I am ashamed, captain.”
“I am ashamed, captain,” choked de Gerlache.
“A leader must stand behind his decisions. He must not waver. He must not for one moment encourage his men to waver. If you fail in that, you are no leader. Have you failed?”
“I have failed, Captain…”
Lecointe considered, from this angle, the commandant’s behind. If he only had brought his wooden cartographic ruler along with him, he could apply it; but he certainly could not use his hand. He increased by just a fraction the pressure of his foot, and watched with a swelling sense of perverse satisfaction as de Gerlache began to grind himself against the floor. Was he already erect? Good lord!
“Belay that!” he commanded. De Gerlache ceased immediately; his hands flexed desperately at his sides.
Lecointe kicked de Gerlache over onto his back. His eyes, gazing up at the deckhead, were glazed in that same look of untethered pleasure as when Lecointe had slapped him. A myriad of cruelties ran through his head at the pathetic sight: the sort that had always come too easily to him, and which he had long ago learned to ignore and suppress, lest he offend—for he had always been small, and could not risk a fight for fear of his life.
But now…
Lecointe lifted his foot from de Gerlache’s head and moved it to his chest. “You miserable worm,” he spat, “you blind invertebrate!”
De Gerlache’s throat bobbed; his eyes glistened.
“You are a disgrace, a deplorable beggar!”
Again he lifted his foot, and now brought it between de Gerlache’s legs. Even through the sole of his boot he could feel the commandant’s arousal. He bore down, hard, on that most sensitive member, and hissed, “If you do not improve your approach, mon commandant, and take responsibility, history will remember you as nothing but a spoiled, witless, blinkered idiot. You will leave a legacy of nothing but incompetence!”
With a weak cry, de Gerlache writhed and shuddered, arching up and then falling back, spent.
Lecointe removed his boot and stumbled backwards into a chair. He took out his handkerchief and mechanically wiped his hands with it, though they were spotless: for it did feel strangely like he had reached some sort of climax as well. His heart was pounding and his skin tingled lightly.
After a moment it occurred to him that he really should have allowed Cook to tell him what exactly came next. He had absolutely no idea what to do now. Surely de Gerlache, currently still prone, his breath evening, would not wish to engage in a debrief…!
For the third time within twenty-four hours, Lecointe fled the room without looking back—this time, leaving his commander sticky and bewildered on the carpet.
Re: FILL: Performance Review, Lecointe/de Gerlache, M, accidental domming
(Anonymous) 2022-10-10 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Performance Review, Lecointe/de Gerlache, M, accidental domming
(Anonymous) 2022-10-11 12:34 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Performance Review, Lecointe/de Gerlache, M, accidental domming
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