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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!
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FILL: First And Only Warning, Wilson/Debenham, close quarters, edging, mild Dark Fuck Bill, E
(Anonymous) 2023-01-09 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)Being back here, breathing the air and sketching the coastline, it was all too easily to conceive of himself as the youth of 1902, energetic and curious, peer and equal and friend to all.
But even if the landscape had not changed in in his time away, everything else had. He had been from the very moment Terra Nova departed "Uncle Bill,” advisor and confidante and Esteemed Scientific Director. Where he had had friends on Discovery, he now had subordinates, and acolytes. What he had always found flattering from sweet Cherry was beginning to not half overwhelm, when directed at him from all comers.
Perhaps it was the primitive environs of Hut Point, which seemed to strip the men of so many societal pretensions. Perhaps it was the exhaustion from the depot journeys, which had left them all utterly spent and with little energy for niceties while recovering. But whatever the cause, the effect was on the whole a sort of euphoric vulgarity: jockeying for attention, unapologetic appeals to vanity.
Debenham seemed to be the worst affected. The other morning Bill had felt eyes on him as he took his snow bath outside of the hut. As he turned around he had seen that distinct slim form duck behind the eaves. To say nothing of how regularly at dinner around the blubber stove in the evening, Deb took every opportunity to sit beside him, ply him with questions, brush his hand against his knee, carelessly as if on accident.
God knows, he did not want to humiliate the young man. Certainly not—it was only that he was sure Debenham, the darling, had really no idea how obvious he was being, and how he was opening himself up to all sorts of injuries. He just needed to be let down gently, that was all. Or if not gently then with just as much force as it would require.
***
In fine autumn sunshine they walked together up to Observation Hill. Debenham ranged out ahead to inspect the kenyte outcroppings, turning back every so often to make sure that Bill still followed, and flashing a bright smile at him when he saw that he was.
Were he a bird, Bill would have loved dearly to paint him. He would have such appealing colors: pale blue shading into white, perhaps, with a fluffy black crest and sleek golden beak.
But alas Bill had always been rather weak and unpracticed when it came to capturing the human form, and his crude style of caricature would hardly do when it came to the delicacy of Debenham’s features, their uncanny sculpted symmetry, the splendid way in which as you looked at him you perceived a man’s face halfway through its emergence from the chrysalis of youth…
About a mile distant from the hut they came to the great erratic boulder which so much of Debenham’s geological efforts had thus far been focused on. He took out his tools and began making samples, while Bill crouched and sketched the lowering sun across the bay, taking careful note of the stunning colors.
He realized after a little while that the noises of the chisel and the note-taking pencil had ceased. Deb was, he saw when he looked, posed artfully against the boulder, at great risk of frostbite having taken off his scarf to reveal his smooth pale neck.
Carefully replacing his sketchbook in its pouch, Bill rose, and approached.
“Have you finished, then?”
“Oh, I’m just admiring the view.” Deb was peering up at him with an expression he probably believed was seductive.
Bill placed a mittened hand on the boulder to one side of Deb’s head. With his teeth he slowly removed the mitten and glove of the other hand, then ran his palm down Deb’s chest. The lad was ever so sensitive. Before Bill had even found his bare skin he was shivering with blissful anticipation.
When eventually he burrowed past layers of wool and jersey and had Debenham’s prick heavy in his hand, he could not help growing warm himself; but his body was separate from his mind and still yet separate from his soul and so he paid the sensations no heed.
The sunset’s glow surrounded them. No wind: only, from a distance, seal calls and the rumbles of the ice, and the both of their breathing, Debenham’s pleased giggles. On this very hilltop a decade long past another man had laughed sweetly at him as they performed a merry sort of dance. Heavy black brows and pale eyes… a certain lustful bravery borne out of youth… as if here he was in his hands again and no harm done, time turned back to before betrayal.
Then a high, silly simpering sound which was Deb’s and Deb’s alone sent him sharply back down to Earth. His concerns today were solely cautionary.
So to the matter at hand—quite literally.
“We have a long winter ahead of us,” Bill said, when he judged Debenham was growing close to his crisis. “I would like to be confident that you are capable of taming this. I don’t intend to humor it.”
Deb nodded, biting his lip. “Of course—of course.”
But he was still bucking up into Bill’s tight, inviting fist.
“You might prove it,” Bill suggested.
He held Debenham’s gaze until the boy, with great effort, halted.
“Very good,” said Bill approvingly. Deb quivered with a wordless plea but Bill remained unmoved.
“You have a sharp mind. We’ll rely on it. Don’t let your urges overcome your intelligence so easily.”
“I won’t,” gasped Debenham.
Bill said, “I’m really nothing special, you know.” He gave Deb’s prick one final too-hard squeeze, and then withdrew.
Leaving him there, wanting on the verge, he began his stride back down to the hut. If Debenham wished to truly do right by Bill, he would button himself back up and go without release.
But Bill had little enough confidence in that. He only wished to be out of earshot before the sordid event occurred.
Re: FILL: First And Only Warning, Wilson/Debenham, close quarters, edging, mild Dark Fuck Bill, E
(Anonymous) 2023-01-09 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: First And Only Warning, Wilson/Debenham, close quarters, edging, mild Dark Fuck Bill, E
(Anonymous) 2023-01-10 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)his body was separate from his mind and still yet separate from his soul and so he paid the sensations no heed.
Like that is actually him, I am in awe.
And the memories of Discovery... wowie ouchie
On this very hilltop a decade long past another man had laughed sweetly at him as they performed a merry sort of dance. Heavy black brows and pale eyes… a certain lustful bravery borne out of youth… as if here he was in his hands again and no harm done, time turned back to before betrayal.
Goodbye I am throwing myself off that hill
Re: FILL: First And Only Warning, Wilson/Debenham, close quarters, edging, mild Dark Fuck Bill, E
(Anonymous) 2023-12-26 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)There are so few BillPOV fics out there--and, like, I get it, I mean, talk about intimidating!!--but I think this fic can be a lesson to us all about the power of BillPOV. You've nailed him. I'll echo the other commenter that this feels....real. This feels like it might really have happened (thinking about Bill's really moralising letter to his brother about staying away from the girls at university).
Also yes dark fuck Bill is happening around it but I do want to shout out your environmental writing! It does feel like we're seeing a beautiful, natural place through his eyes--but he's changed, now surrounded by smitten youths.
Poor Deb. Alas he never stood a chance. (Poor memory-of-Shackles, as well).
BRAVA!!