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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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Under this umbrella you can prompt:
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:
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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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FILL: Sunrise, Mertz/Ninnis, E
(Anonymous) 2022-11-09 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)They sleep—just sleep, despite the luxury of a closed door between them and the rest of the expeditioners put up at the same hotel—unclothed and uncovered, letting the cool night breeze off the ocean dry the sweat that beads where their bodies touch.
Belgrave sleeps with his head pillowed on Xavier’s chest. When his eyelids flutter, Xavier knows he is dreaming of Cape Denison, of the dogs, and of falling. But his eyelashes catch on the dark curls of hair that cover Xavier’s chest, and that is enough to send Belgrave back off to sleep, murmuring commands at the dogs and wrapping a long, thin arm tighter around Xavier’s middle. Occasionally he will make to roll over, and when Xavier isn’t awake to steady him, Belgrave winces in pain from his broken ribs and wakes with a gasp, and Xavier will pet his hair and soothe him, easing him back down until they are once again pressed together and sleep welcomes its arms to them again.
They both awaken at an early hour, unused to their surroundings. The sun’s long rays haven’t yet touched the Tasmanian horizon. The soft sound of the ocean calls them back to sleep, but Belgrave rubs his cheek against Xavier’s chest and whispers touch me, please in such a way that Xavier’s desire immediately rouses him to full consciousness.
He answers by rolling them over, pushing Belgrave onto his back, buffeted by a pillow on either side of his healing ribs. This position isn’t a new one; windy winter nights saw them tucked into the same sleeping bag on the top bunk, rutting against each other and silencing each other’s gasps in soft, breathy kisses as the wind howled against the sides of the hut. But this—the nakedness—is new, and Xavier squeezes in against Belgrave’s side to give his hands purchase to wander. His eyes wander, too, and Belgrave flushes, pink and prettier than any girl Xavier has ever seen.
“Don’t stare,” he says. His arms move to cover his chest but Xavier stops his hands, holding his wrists tightly.
“Let me look,” he says. “Please.”
“I’m not—“
“You are.”
Belgrave’s protests stop and Xavier looks his fill. Pink cheeks framing a shy smile. A long, pale neck that Xavier kisses, down to a sharp clavicle and then back up to an ear. He can hear Belgrave’s breath catch in his throat. He sucks a mark in the space behind Belgrave’s ear. Belgrave squirms and whimpers; Xavier does it again, and again, biting and sucking and licking just to squeeze more helpless sounds out of his friend.
“Everyone will see,” Belgrave protests.
Xavier kisses him. “Only you would be grumpy during sex. Wear a scarf. I will give you mine.”
“That’s not the—oh!” Xavier’s ploy at distracting him from further grumpiness works, and he tightens his fist around Belgrave’s length. It’s long like he is and graceful like he isn’t, and Xavier loves every inch of him. He wants to spend the hours until dawn mapping the newly revealed expanse of Belgrave’s body. He wants to revisit the newly-charted terrain after lunch, following the map made by his eyes with his hands and then with his mouth. And then after dinner, he wants to have Belgrave’s hands on him—in him—until they know each other’s bodies better than they know their own. But there is time, now. Time and a bed and a locked door and each other, whole and safe and happy.
“I want you closer,” Belgrave says. “I want you on top of me again.”
Xavier complies, straddling Belgrave’s lap and laying down, keeping himself propped up on his arms so he doesn’t put too much pressure on the bruises that still cover Belgrave’s ribcage from the fall. He feels a pair of gangly arms wrap around his back, holding him close.
“Closer,” Belgrave says. Xavier tucks his chin against Belgrave’s shoulder. “Not enough, I think—that is to say—I think I’d like—“ Belgrave trails off. Xavier un-tucks his chin to find a deep crimson blush across Belgrave’s face.
“Ah,” he says. “You want me inside?”
Belgrave covers his face with his hands. “You can’t just say it out loud!”
“Why not? It is what we both want, yes?” Xavier pauses. “Or no?”
“Yes! Very much! But you can’t just say it! It’s—I mean, it’s—it’s just not done!“
Xavier tries and fails to hide his grin. “Nin, you are the one I love more than anyone, but you are very silly sometimes. It is only us in this room. Tell me what you want.”
Belgrave uncovers his face. He’s looking at the ceiling rather than Xavier, but he manages to choke out, “There is a certain handsome Swiss bloke named Mertz who should make love to me. Now.”
“Right now?”
“Yes, right now would be preferable.”
“What if your Swiss lover is busy? Perhaps he has a shed to build.”
Belgrave purses his lips and gives Xavier a Look. “Xav, if you don’t get down there and put your fingers in my arse immediately I’m going to go find another handsome Swiss bloke to do it for you.”
Xavier chuckles, smacks a kiss on Belgrave’s cheek, and crawls down the bed until he is in a position to hoist one of Belgrave’s ridiculously long legs over his shoulder. He kisses the crease of skin where Belgrave’s thigh meets his hip. Belgrave’s hips buck up, and a charmingly embarrassing giggle erupts from Belgrave’s mouth. He slaps a hand over his mouth.
“Your moustache tickles,” he says. Xavier leans down and nuzzles his skin with his moustache, just to be a nuisance. Belgrave’s leg kicks up into the air and his belly heaves with suppressed laughter. “Stop that!”
“You are too cute,” Xavier says. “I will never stop.”
“I’ll make you stop! I’ll jiu jitsu you to the ground!”
“You are welcome to try.” Xavier attacks with a flurry of kisses over Belgrave’s hips and down his legs, taking extra care to rub his moustache against the sensitive skin of Belgrave’s inner thighs and up the length of his yard. Belgrave is laughing so hard he is crying, and he grabs Xavier by the hair to finally pull him away.
“Ouch,” he says, still giggling. His other hand—the one not buried in Xavier’s hair—is holding his side. “Dad won’t be pleased when he finds out you’ve re-broken my rib.”
Xavier worms his way back up the bed to lie beside Belgrave. “Did I hurt you, Nin?”
Belgrave shakes his head. “No, just a bit sore from the laughing. No more tickling tonight, yeah?”
“But there is one more place I would like to tickle,” Xavier says.
“Only one?”
“Yes,” Xavier says with an innocent smile, “only one.”
“I suppose that’s alright, then. If it will make you happy. Just be careful.”
Xavier doesn’t respond, but shuffles back to the foot of the bed and lifts both of Belgrave’s legs over his shoulders. He gets down on his stomach, patting Belgrave’s knees until they are bent and his feet rest on Xavier’s shoulders. He takes a deep breath, exhaling softly against the base of Belgrave’s hard cock, but his quarry is deeper south. Xavier lowers his head and licks a wide, hot stripe over Belgrave’s untouched entrance.
“Oh! Fu—God—Fu—Blimey!” Belgrave finally settles on an exclamation. Xavier is close enough to see the ring of muscle contract as Belgrave clenches in surprise. Xavier licks him again. “Xavier—“ Belgrave says. He cuts himself off when Xavier does it again, and again, and again until Belgrave is panting and can only choke out the first syllable of his name. Xavier stops for a breath and returns to his work, tongue hotter and wetter from his salivating mouth. It’s a delightful texture against his tongue, but it’s nothing compared to the delight of listening to Belgrave come undone above him.
“Please, please, I need you, I need to feel you. I want it—I want to feel it inside, please, Xavier!” Xavier sucks a finger into his mouth and carefully prods at Belgrave’s slick entrance. It’s not slick enough for much, but the tip of his finger slides in easily and Belgrave throws his head back against the pillows. “That’s good, Xav. Feels nice.”
“More?” Xavier asks. Belgrave looks down at him with hazy eyes and a soft smile and nods.
“I always want more of you.”
It’s a slow process, but by the time the sunrise crests over the horizon, Xavier enters Belgrave for the first time and they rock together, barely moving, both overwhelmed by the closeness.
They pant into each other’s mouths, and when Xavier wraps a hand around Belgrave’s length, he comes almost immediately, followed by Xavier shortly after. It should have been anticlimactic. Instead, they hold each other close and laugh at the identical tears that stream down their cheeks, and take turns in the toilet down the hall before falling back into bed together and sleeping, wrapped in each other’s arms, until morning comes.
Morning comes.
“How are you feeling?”
One of Belgrave’s eyes crack open. “Do you mean my ribs or my arsehole?”
Xavier grins. “Both.”
“Sore.”
He leans over Belgrave’s prone body to give him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “Well, I am very sorry about your ribs,” he says. Belgrave swats at him ineffectually but pulls him closer when Xavier lies back down beside him.
“Will you stay?”
“Always.”
“I meant for breakfast, but really?”
“Yes. Marry me.”
Belgrave rolls his eyes, fond. “Don’t be silly.”
“Never. I am a very serious man,” Xavier laughs. “When we go south with Shackleton we will be married by the penguins.”
Belgrave leans into Xavier’s shoulder and laughs lightly. “We’ll consummate our love in our wedding tent?”
“I will make love to you everywhere.”
“How scandalous.”
“Yes! On the deck of the ship, against the wall in the dog shed, in Aladdin’s Cave. And before we return south I will make love to you one hundred more times in this bed. We will leave only for strawberries and cream and I will eat it from your fingers.” To illustrate his point, Xavier licks a thick, wet line up Belgrave’s cheek.
“Get off!” he laughs, pushing gently at Xavier’s face. Xavier licks Belgrave’s palm and, finding a moment of weakness, Xavier seizes his opportunity: he pounces (gently, with great care for Belgrave’s poor ribs) and pretends to nibble at Belgrave’s neck.
“Come, Nin! Let me eat you up like a strawberry!”
“No!” Belgrave pretends to protest. “Help, I’m being devoured by the most fearsome beast of the Alps!”
“Oh, but you love me, my silly Cherub,” Xavier says, and his nibbles turn to kisses and then Belgrave’s lips are under his own and they kiss until they’re giggling too hard to continue.
“I do,” Belgrave says. “I really do, Xav.”
“Then you will stay with me? Wherever we go?”
Belgrave nods, pulling Xavier down for another kiss. “I don’t want to think about being without you.”
Xavier smiles wider and wider until Belgrave is kissing more teeth than lip and he pulls away to sit up. “Come on, you silly man. Let’s get up and go find breakfast. I’m rather hungry.”
“You will need to eat a lot,” Xavier says, still smiling. “You will need your strength.”
“Is that a threat?”
“It’s a promise,” Xavier says.
Re: FILL: Sunrise, Mertz/Ninnis, E
(Anonymous) 2022-11-09 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Sunrise, Mertz/Ninnis, E
(Anonymous) 2022-11-10 10:46 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Sunrise, Mertz/Ninnis, E
(Anonymous) 2022-11-11 07:00 am (UTC)(link)“When we go South with Shackleton we will be married by the penguins” - oh my god (‘:
Thank you for writing this!!! I will read it over and over again.