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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
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FILL: For Science!, Silas/Deb, resolving that UST, M
(Anonymous) 2023-01-01 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)“Pardon?” Deb said. “What was that?”
He was still trying, but he couldn’t hear him over the sound of the hand-mill. So he stopped.
“I was saying,” said Silas, “stop grinding that fucking rock and let me talk to you.”
“Oh,” Deb said, “well I’ve just done that. So!”
“I can see that.”
“What is it you wanted to talk about?” Deb asked brightly. He rested his chin on his hand.
“First of all,” said Silas, which gave Deb a bit of a sinking feeling, because if Silas had a laundry list of complaints beginning with “first of all” it was possible he’d be here for ages, and Deb had an awful lot to be getting on with without Silas distracting him on purpose. “First of all, are you aware of how you look right now?”
Deb sat up, crossed his legs and batted his lashes. “No, tell me, how do I look?”
“That’s it! That’s exactly it, you do know. Second of all, I can feel your eyes on me while I’m working. You’re an unapologetic leerer. Which is even worse a distraction than you spreading your legs over here. I’m three days behind on everything! At least! It’s—unsporting, is what it is.”
“Sorry,” said Deb. “I’m only watching you for inspiration. You’re so very devoted to your projects, you know.”
“Well—thanks. But seriously, this needs to stop. You and I both. Or else we’re completely fucked!”
He was very cute when he got all puffed up and indignant like this. Which was, he would surely admit if accused, at least once a day, if not more. But Deb understood what he was saying. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was horrendously behind on his work as well, no thanks to whatever spontaneous cabin-fever phenomenon had sprung up between the two of them.
“How do you propose we go about this ‘stopping’?” said Deb. “Ought one of us to go to Cape Royds and shack up alone for the rest of the winter?”
“What?? No!” Silas looked at him like he’d grown an extra head.
“Well, it’s certainly going to continue if we both stay here. If I’m really as enticing as you say.”
To prove his point he uncrossed and then re-crossed his legs in the opposite direction, leaning back in his chair. Silas gripped the nearest bedpost even tighter, his knuckles showing white, and gently banged his forehead against it.
“What I was going to propose,” he said through gritted teeth, “is that in the spirit of productivity, we engineer a method of venting some of this trapped exhaust. Otherwise we’re bound to suffocate.”
“Am I nothing but a stopped-up pipe to you, Wright?”
“You know what I mean. You’re not some virginal adolescent, Jessamine. You’re vain and you’re wanton and you are well aware of exactly what you’ve driven me to here.”
“I suppose we can’t just keep staring at each other forever.”
Silas was definitely blushing now. “You’re goddamn right we can’t.”
Conscious of his irresponsibility in letting this play out as long as he had—it was just a bit of fun—Deb had to agree that what Silas was implying was probably the most expeditious method of shutting it all down. Once they were done they would be done and then he could get back to his rocks and Silas to his gadgets. It was the mature thing to do, surely.
“Yes, alright, alright. Fine by me,” he said. “Yours or mine?”
“It’ll have to be yours,” said Silas grudgingly. “We’ll need a bit of privacy.”
***
Privacy was to be had in spades behind the only curtain in all of the Antarctic. Visual privacy, that is—it couldn’t do much in the way of noise. But it was hard to be quiet when you were getting fucked for the first time in over a year, and fucked well at that, with a furious sort of enthusiasm that betokened a lust unlikely to be slaked in a single encounter.
“Silas,” Deb whispered, in between one thrust and the next. “I think this was a bad idea.”
Above him, Silas’s fine hair was sticking up all over the place. He was flushed from his forehead down to his neck, sweat shining in the low light of the acetylene lamp. It seemed like he was trying to go slow. Emphasis on trying. His sinews were trembling with a combination of effort and pleasure. A rather nice combination, but Deb wondered if next time he might prefer to be on his back.
“Jesus fucking Christ. I should think it was. You’re like a Greek fucking statue. Not a spot on you, how is that possible? And tight as a damn tumpline.”
This praise, delivered in the form of Silas’s patent jargon, was really doing it for Deb. “But don’t stop, please,” he whispered.
“Like hell I will. Fuck—”
Deb hooked a leg over Silas’s back and insisted on a bit of speed, a bit of force. It was duly given; he turned to bury his face in the pillow, trying his very best not to moan aloud.
***
For the most part Gran and Griff were busy enough with their own daytime business elsewhere in the hut for Deb to be able to give over their shared space for his and Silas’s use on a fairly regular basis without arousing suspicion. It was only when Silas, increasingly desperate to find a way out of this mess without giving up the pleasures of the flesh—Deb’s flesh in particular—had suggested an incredibly, impossibly quiet midnight assignation, so as not to interrupt work, that they perhaps overstepped the line.
“Jessie,” Griff said over breakfast the next morning, “dear girl, we’ve got to deal with last night’s interruption.” He looked distinctly underslept.
“Listen,” said Deb, feeling his cheeks color, “I—I can explain.”
Griff raised a hand. “I mean in terms of choice, not of action. Exceedingly liberal and heterodox though I am proud to be, it’s the intra-team fraternization I am loath to condone.”
Deb raised an eyebrow. “Now, hold on, are you… jealous?”
“Of course not!” Griff’s hotly barked laugh perhaps protested too much. “Only I would think that if you were obligated by nature to find release, it could be with someone with a sight fewer responsibilities than our Silas. What about Trigger? Is that not manpower enough for you?”
“I prefer brains over brawn, actually.”
“What about the Soldier?”
“Ah, but I enjoy being spoken to, not stared at silently.”
“Birdie?”
“Far too moralizing.”
“Cherry?”
“…I don’t think he’d be quite capable of it, you know.”
Griff scrambled, “Why—why not Teddy?”
They stared at each other gravely for a moment before bursting out into laughter.
“What are you two cagging about?” Silas had wandered over, hands in his pockets.
“Never you mind,” said Deb, but Griff, the loudmouth, said, “Silas, I am handing down a decree from on high. Thou shalt not screw whilst we slumber. Thou additionally shalt mind your work during the day. That leaves thine opportunities for sin to the mornings, yea, and also the evenings. And lo! if thou abides by my commandments, I shall endeavor to provide privacy for the lovebirds.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Silas muttered, shooting a humiliated glare at Deb, who put up his hands in denial of all responsibility. “Griff, you’re a nut.”
“Au contraire. I’m the sanest man in the room. Say, have you ever considered letting someone in to watch?”
Re: FILL: For Science!, Silas/Deb, resolving that UST, M
(Anonymous) 2023-01-01 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: For Science!, Silas/Deb, resolving that UST, M
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(Anonymous) 2023-01-01 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: For Science!, Silas/Deb, resolving that UST, M
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