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Polar Explorer RPF - Prompt Post 1
This is for prompts for all things general Polar Explorer RPF.
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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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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!
8. Feedback on prompts and fills is AWESOME; please take longer conversations to the discussion post.
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Cherry/Wilson or gen, Terra Nova reincarnation AU
(Anonymous) 2022-11-07 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)FILL: How Will I Know, Cherry/Wilson, E
(Anonymous) 2022-11-08 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)Cw: Recreational drug use, semi-public and frankly pretty embarrassing sex
“My friends call me Cherry,” Cherry shouts over the thump of the bass.
“I’ll bet they do.”
The man he’s dancing with is tall and lean, with a twinkle in his blue eyes and a wry smile. He seems a bit older, a bit more conservatively dressed than most of the men in the club, and he has a slightly unreachable air that has Cherry throwing himself at him.
“He looks like someone’s actual dad,” was Henry’s unimpressed reply when Cherry pointed him out earlier. “Have fun with your closet case, babe.”
Henry tipped a couple brightly coloured pills into Cherry’s hand, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and made a beeline for a man with the ugliest mustache Cherry had ever seen, so there was really no accounting for taste.
Now the music is filling up Cherry’s whole body, and the lights are shimmering above his head. He turns around to face the stage and watches the silhouettes of bodies all moving in rhythm, beams of light breaking around them. Soho on a Saturday night is the most beautiful place in the world.
The man’s hands are on Cherry’s hips and his lips brush his ear.
“I’m Ted,” he says, and it’s such an old man name that Cherry laughs. Maybe Henry was right. But Ted’s solid chest feels perfect to lean back on, and his hands move confidently on Cherry’s body, down his thighs and up under the hem of his cropped t-shirt. Ted is getting hard in his jeans, and Cherry grinds back against him. This is going to be a fun night.
Ted bites Cherry’s shoulder, not hard but right on the muscle, and Cherry is abruptly impatient. His body is buzzing with energy and he’s ready to climb Ted like a tree.
“Come on,” he says, the words lost but the gesture clear as he grabs Ted’s hand and pulls him off the dance floor and towards the toilets.
“We could go–” Ted starts to say, gesturing toward the exit, but Cherry isn’t ready to leave behind the comfort of the throbbing, sweaty, atmosphere. Things always look different when the cold air hits. So Cherry shakes his head and Ted shrugs, looking amused, and lets Cherry pull him down the corridor.
Cherry confidently shoves past the queue for the urinal, heading for the one stall on the end with a working lock. He pushes Ted against the wall, fumbling at his belt, but to his surprise, Ted turns them around.
“Let me,” he says, “you look delicious.”
Cherry is happy to tip his spinning head back against the tiles and wiggle his hips obligingly as Ted works his trousers down. Then there is beautiful wet pressure around his aching dick, and Ted makes a satisfied noise. He takes Cherry deep before pulling back to swirl his tongue around the head, and Cherry whimpers. Ted sucks dick like it’s an art form.
The lights still dancing behind his closed eyes move with the rhythm of Ted’s mouth on him, steadily pulling him toward release. There are flickering stripes of blue and green, and with the clarity of a memory Cherry sees them in the sky above a dark expanse of snow stretching to the horizon. He remembers what it feels like to be cold down to his bones.
“Bill!” Cherry cries.
The man breaks his rhythm, pulling away, and Cherry’s eyes fly open to see the dingy ceiling of the club toilet. Fuck, he said the wrong name and he has no idea why. Fuck. He reaches down to try to put himself away, salvage the night, something. But he’s too close and as soon as he closes a hand around his dick it pulses, his hips jerk of their own accord, and then he’s coming hard.
“Fuck, fuck!”
Ted is still on his knees, he hasn’t pulled back far, and Cherry watches in horrified arousal as his come spatters his face. Ted looks up at him.
“Cherry.”
The voice is achingly familiar, fond but gently reproving.
Cherry blinks, and remembers everything.
Bill Wilson is kneeling on the sticky floor of a gay club toilet in front of him, and Cherry just ejaculated on his face and swore at him, and he’s not sure which is worse. Bill smiles ruefully and wipes at his face with the back of his hand. The last time Cherry saw that face, it was mottled blue and white with frostbite, frozen in the gloom of a half-buried tent.
Cherry swallows around the painful lump that has just formed in his throat, like he’s going to cry or be sick or maybe both.
Someone bangs on the stall door, making them jump.
“Come on, ladies, hurry up! Other people want to get their rocks off too, you know!”
Cherry is suddenly someone who remembers wearing starched collars every day, who spent decades mourning the man who has suddenly reappeared in front of him, the man who was supposed to have died on the Ross Ice Shelf a hundred years before. It’s a lot for a twenty year old twink to take in, and his eyes well up and spill over.
Bill scrambles to his feet, gets Cherry tucked in and fastened up, swipes a thumb across his cheeks, and gives his own face another wipe with his sleeve.
“Come on, let’s get you outside,” he says gently, and steers Cherry out with a firm arm around his shoulders. “Bad trip,” he tells anyone who looks at them funny. Bill manages to find his coat on the way out. Cherry didn’t wear one, and he shivers as the outside air hits them.
Bill puts his coat around Cherry’s shoulders and fishes in the pocket for a pack of smokes. Cherry accepts one gratefully, breathing in deep to smother the sobs trying to fight their way out of his chest. His ears are still ringing from the music, but he feels absolutely sober now.
“Well then,” Bill says drily.
Cherry risks a glance at him and sees the corner of his mouth quirk up in a smile. He can’t help smiling back, and before he knows it he is shaking in slightly hysterical laughter. He grabs Bill’s hand to make sure he’s real, and Bill is laughing and clutching at him too.
“I’m so sorry,” Cherry says, “I’m sorry for this–” he gestures at himself and the dirty alley they’ve ended up in. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you. Dimitri and I went as far as One Ton but the weather was so bad and Scott said to save the dogs, and I couldn’t imagine that you would be in so much trouble. But I should have gone on. I should have kept going until I found you–”
Cherry’s cheeks are wet again, and Bill wraps his arms around him.
“You did, darling,” he murmurs into Cherry’s hair. “You’ve found me now.”
He holds Cherry tight, pressing kisses to his head, until Cherry’s breathing calms. Bill pulls away just enough to re-light his cigarette.
“And you don’t need to apologise for anything else,” he adds, giving Cherry a quick up and down glance. “I was quite enjoying myself until I abruptly remembered freezing to death.”
Cherry gives him a hesitant wet smile, and Bill tilts his face up and kisses him: softly, then deeply, then softly again, over and over.
“Come on, Cherry,” Bill says finally. “Come home with me.”
Cherry takes his hand, and as they walk, snow begins to fall.
Re: FILL: How Will I Know, Cherry/Wilson, E
(Anonymous) 2022-11-08 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: How Will I Know, Cherry/Wilson, E
(Anonymous) 2022-11-08 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)(Although I imagine they get about ten yards down the road before Cherry shrieks OH FUCK, BIRDIE and runs frantically back to the club)
Re: FILL: How Will I Know, Cherry/Wilson, E
(Anonymous) 2022-11-09 12:34 am (UTC)(link)(YES that is exactly what happened. Cherry: I just need to give you a blowjob real quick, you'll understand in a minute)
Re: FILL: How Will I Know, Cherry/Wilson, E
(Anonymous) 2022-11-08 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: How Will I Know, Cherry/Wilson, E
(Anonymous) 2022-12-01 12:57 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: How Will I Know, Cherry/Wilson, E
(Anonymous) 2023-01-29 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)