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Polar Explorer RPF - Prompt Post 1
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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!
Under this umbrella you can prompt:
- Historical versions of Franklin Expedition(-adjacent) guys (Rossier, Gore/McClure, etc)
- Madhouse at the End of the Earth/Belgica Expedition
- Heroic Age of Antarctic Exploration - Shackleton, Scott, Amundsen, Mawson
- Andrée Expedition
- Karluk Expedition
- etc
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.
Rules:
1. Be fucking nice. YKINMATO/KINKTOMATO at all times.
2. This meme is CNTW (Choose Not To Warn) but warnings are highly encouraged.
3. Prompts should use this format in the subject line: [SHIP], [DESCRIPTION]
e.g.
Mertz/Ninnis, sex crying
Solo gen can be prompted as well alongside (a) character name and description
e.g.
Gen, Emil Racovitza, discovering a crazy new fish
4. Fills should use this format in the subject line: FILL: [TITLE], [PAIRING], [RATING], [ANY WARNINGS]
e.g.
Fill: The Very Next Day, Cherry/Birdie, E, cw self-harm
5. One prompt per comment please.
6. Multiple fills for each prompt are welcome!
7. You don't have to be anon for your prompts or your fills but we do encourage it because of the vibe. You're also welcome to deanon your stuff by posting on AO3/Tumblr as you please!
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Scott/Wilson, Gentle Dom/sub
(Anonymous) 2022-09-29 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)Please make Scott cry ❤️
FILL: Captain Bill, Scott/Wilson, M, cw death mention
(Anonymous) 2023-02-05 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)“If only I had been there, Bill, perhaps I could have saved him.” Scott paces around the small cabin, running his hand over his thinning hair repeatedly. The difference between Scott when he is in front of the crew and when he is alone with Bill could not be starker. Captain Scott is cool, self-assured, officious, authoritative. When he speaks, men listen. He inspires loyalty; his orders demand action. But when Scott seeks out Bill for company, the doctor prepares himself for a breakdown. This Scott is shaky, anxiety-ridden, neurotic, second-guessing, and always, always, always worrying about all those lives that are under his care.
“What could you have done?” Bill asks, sitting on the bunk as he adds shading to a sketch.
Scott gestures wildly, searchingly, as he speaks, entreating Bill and the heavens both to understand. “I could have...I could have stopped everyone getting separated in the storm!”
“You can’t be everywhere at once, Con. And this worrying is not healthy for you.”
“Never mind me, Bill, two men are dead! Charles Bonner and George Vince, two good men are dead. The responsibility ultimately falls with the commander. I keep thinking of their poor mothers, how will they feel when they learn what’s happened? Mrs Bonner doubtless already knows-”
“Con.” A small but insistent tug at his jacket silences Scott mid-stride and mid-sentence. He looks down. Bill has put aside his sketchbook, and reaches out with an imploring gaze. Still sat atop the bunk, he holds tight to his commander’s jacket. “You can be as selfless as you like, but if you’re not going to be concerned for yourself, I will do it for you.”
“Oh, Bill.” Scott collapses next to the doctor on the bunk, his thigh quivering next to Bill’s. “How do you do it? How do you remain so calm, so cheerful? How do you stop it all catching up to you?”
When Scott looks at the doctor, it is with tears brimming in his eyes.
Truth be told, Bill is not perfect, and he knows it. He runs out of patience, sometimes. He feels keenly every mistake Scott makes as if it were his own, and he can and does listen and provide comfort. He is the Captain’s dearest friend and confidante. But today is one of those days his reserves of patience are low. He hasn’t the words to help….but, he knows, words are not the only tools available to him.
He has an idea.
“I think it’s easier for me because I don’t hold nearly as much in my hands as you do.” Bill begins, then asks “Con?” Scott is hanging on his every word, expecting wisdom. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” It comes out hoarse, and a little sad. The Captain is fighting back tears.
Bill rises from the bunk. “Good.” He rummages through his medical chest. “Con, I am your surgeon, and therefore, your care and wellbeing fall under my purview.” Finding what he needs, he snips a length of bandage off the roll and turns to dangle it suggestively in front of Scott. “Now, for your health, I insist we have no more of this talk of death. Except, perhaps, for le petit mort.” His eyes glitter with laughter at his own joke. “Is that understood?”
Lips trembling, expression forcibly neutral, Scott nods. He looks as if he’s about to speak. Worried it will be another tirade of fears, Bill leans forward and interrupts him, catching his lips in a long kiss. Scott is at first surprised, then returns this opening salvo. “I’ll have none of that. None of that, do you hear?” Bill whispers, hot breath on Scott’s ear, when he comes up for air. “I want to do things differently this time. For the moment, you aren’t the Captain. I’m taking command.”
Despite himself, Scott lets out a laugh – strained, choked with the tears he’s fighting down, but a laugh nonetheless.
“Is that concept funny to you, middie? Command is hardly a laughing matter.”
“No.” Breathes Scott.
“No, who?” Bill puts a finger under Scott’s chin and lifts it, expectantly.
“No, sir.”
“Good boy. Let me take on your sufferings, I can bear them.” Tenderly, Bill wraps the bandage over Scott’s eyes, tying it in the back of his head. “I’m taking your troubles away. You needn’t worry about a thing, love. That’s an order.”
Blinded to all but the doctor’s touch, Scott lays back on the bunk. He feels the familiar weight of Bill atop him. Bill snakes his thigh between Scott’s legs and applies pressure at the same time as he traces his hands underneath Scott’s shirt. Without his sight, Scott does not know what, precisely, will happen next.
It is an exquisite sensation, this loss of control.
Bill nips his ear, and sucks on his neck, and Scott exhales sharply and digs into the doctor’s back as Bill’s hand finds purchase on his throbbing cock. “Very good boy,” Bill says admiringly, seeing the rising tent of Scott’s trousers.
There is an unbuttoning and a rush of motion, and Scott feels the cold air on his bare skin. Thankfully, this doesn’t last for long as Bill’s warm hand grips him and pumps, his strokes long and strong. Each one sends Scott further away from the Discovery, further away from any thought that doesn’t have to do with Bill, here, now. The good doctor works him to a frenzy until, for once, he has only one need – a need that can easily be fulfilled.
Bill’s hand leaves him and he feels the weight ease. He nearly cries out at how much he needs its return, how alone he feels without his commander, until, blessedly, he feels Bill’s sainted lips part over him and take him, all of him, inside. Blood and feeling rush down as Bill takes a sculptor’s care with his task. Scott grunts with effort as the rhythm beats faster, faster, until the moment of release. Tension leaves his body until he feels as if he is floating.
But the job isn’t done yet. Scott is a midshipman now, subject to the orders of his commanding officer.
“Very eager, aren’t you?” Scott can hear the smile in Bill’s voice. “You’re doing excellent, Middie Scott. Remember, think of nothing, nothing but me. Do you know what would please me, middie?”
In answer, Scott rolls over onto his stomach, positioning himself as if bowing before an emperor. He would do anything for Bill. Anything.
“You do know how to take care of an officer.” Scott hears the soft whump of Bill’s trousers hitting the floor. Feels Bill’s hands on his hips as he is mounted from behind. He readies himself, a bundle of anticipation, letting out a light groan as Bill slides into him solidly.
“Bill,” he breathes, his eyes closed even within the blindfold. He grips the pillow.
In response, Bill pauses, still fully inside Scott but staying maddeningly motionless. “What did you call me?”
Scott sweats. “Captain?” He pleads, hoping this will end his torture.
“That’s right.” Mercifully, the “Captain” starts up again, friction building up between the two of them. “Good boy.” He says again, his voice husky this time.
Bill speeds up as Scott leans into the tempo, alternately flexing and relaxing his muscles until he feels Bill’s nails suddenly dig hard into his shoulders. Shudders and spasms of joy ripple through Bill’s entire body like from a stone dropped in water, and his ragged breathing turns into a gasping sigh of relief. Slowly, he extricates himself from Scott and falls on top of him, burying his flushed face in Scott’s chest. Both men’s breathing slowly evens.
After a moment of silence, Bill props himself up and unties the blindfold from Scott’s face. He realises it has grown damp. His Captain smiles up at him through tearstained eyes. “Thank you, Bill,” he whispers.
Re: FILL: Captain Bill, Scott/Wilson, M, cw death mention
(Anonymous) 2023-02-05 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Captain Bill, Scott/Wilson, M, cw death mention
(Anonymous) 2023-02-05 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Captain Bill, Scott/Wilson, M, cw death mention
(Anonymous) 2023-02-06 10:10 am (UTC)(link)