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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.
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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]
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Fill: The Very Next Day, Cherry/Birdie, E, cw self-harm
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Shackleton/Wilson, punishment for being a slut
(Anonymous) 2022-12-09 06:57 am (UTC)(link)FILL: Dealt With, Shackleton/Wilson, punishment for being a slut, bastinado, under-negotiated kink
(Anonymous) 2023-01-04 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)“Bill, what’s got you tonight?”
A tight smile and a shake of the head was all he received. Wilson remained resolutely focused on his work.
Minutes passed in silence. But as much as he respected Wilson’s desire to keep his own counsel, he could not continue with his own composition, feeling that tension radiate from beside him.
He laid a hand lightly between Wilson’s shoulder blades. “Come on, now. Has someone offended you? Tell me who it is, and I’ll take care of them for you.”
Wilson, when he looked over, had an inscrutable expression. Peering at—into—Shackleton as if to find proof of something, Shackleton knew not what, but he tried to clear his own face, open his own gaze, so that Wilson might not find anything at all objectionable there.
It must have worked. Wilson said, “Do you promise, Shackles?”
“I—?”
“To take care of the culprit. To deal out an appropriate punishment. Appropriate as I deem it.”
“Why—yes, of course. You know I’m your man.” Wilson had never dispatched him on this sort of a mission before. Shackleton had not imagined it could ever be necessary, for who on the ship would do wrong against him? But he was willing: naturally, he was willing. They shook hands on it. “Just give me the name.”
Wilson came close. His hand around the back of Shackleton’s head, and his mouth gentle against the shell of his ear, whispering: “Edward Adrian Wilson.”
Shackleton jerked back, alarmed. A moment of confusion before he managed, “You’re joking?”
“I am not.”
“Bill, what on Earth could you have possibly done—? I’m sure it wasn’t very bad at all.”
“Ah, you promised.” Now Wilson was getting up—placing one foot and then the other on the chair, removing his boots. Then his first pair of socks, then his second.
Shackleton was not sure what to say. “You must tell me,” he said eventually. “I will—I will keep my promise, but—just tell me, won’t you. I won’t think anything of it, no matter what.”
Wilson said, observing his bare feet as if they belonged to someone else, “I gave in to my baser urges.” He looked up. “And to his. A moment of weakness…”
Now he reached across the table, and handed his long wooden drawing ruler over to Shackleton, the lower bound of whose stomach suddenly extended down, down through the deck and through the ice and into the black icy water below.
You come to me for this, he thought, vision going dark at the edges, but him, for that?
He had promised. He had. He took the ruler and leaned over, observing Wilson’s pale soles propped up before him on the chair in which he himself had just been sitting.
When he struck him there, with a sound like a shot, Wilson went white, his eyes rolling back slightly. “That’s it.”
Shackleton asked, “Will you do it again?”
“I may.”
He struck again. Harder.
“Will you want this again?”
“I may.”
Again. Hard, but keeping well below the limits of his strength.
“Will you need this again?”
“Very likely. I’m—oh—incorrigible.”
Wilson’s forehead was beaded with sweat, his jaw was clenched: but he was enjoying it. As if it were morning calisthenics. As if it was better—now there was a thought—than the encounter which preceded. Better than a cilice or hair-shirt; better yet still than any warm hand or mouth, any slack, limp touch borne out of mere animal lust… Oh, Shackleton could make it good for him. If it were to be all that was allowed.
A half-dozen more times—How-dare-you-how-dare-you. For days, he would have to crawl…
Then Wilson had him by the wrist, bringing him up short. “You mustn’t lose your head.”
Shackleton bristled momentarily; then, embarrassed, shrunk away. But Wilson tugged him back, until he stood alongside him, and then he rested his head on Shackleton’s chest.
Ear as stethoscope; he must have been able to hear Shackleton’s bounding heart, his ragged breath. Slowly as he stayed there, warm and heavy, it resolved.
Wilson at last straightened up and eased his feet onto the floor, letting out a pleased sort of groan. Then he said, pensively, “I should have given you more warning.”
“No—no. It’s alright.” Shackleton cleared his throat. Hands held stiff behind his back; ruler still clutched there. “As I said. I’m your man.”
Re: FILL: Dealt With, Shackleton/Wilson, punishment for being a slut, bastinado, under-negotiated ki
(Anonymous) 2023-01-04 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Dealt With, Shackleton/Wilson, punishment for being a slut, bastinado, under-negotiated ki
(Anonymous) 2023-01-05 06:11 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Dealt With, Shackleton/Wilson, punishment for being a slut, bastinado, under-negotiated ki
(Anonymous) 2023-01-16 03:05 am (UTC)(link)