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Polar Explorer RPF - Prompt Post 1

This is for prompts for all things general Polar Explorer RPF.

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: "Where No One Would Believe that Someone Could F..." Cook/Amundsen, E, Part 12/? post-scene

(Anonymous) 2023-01-27 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
(Aftercare!)

When Fred finally began to drift back to earth, he was only dimly aware of noises somewhere in the cabin. He didn’t know if he’d actually passed out from his orgasm or if it had only felt that way because of how deep into subspace he’d been. Either way, he continued to lay there, still blindfolded, feeling himself return to his body. After a few minutes he felt the mattress dip as Roald sat down, and then his beloved survivalist was gently rolling Fred over onto his back and carefully peeling the blindfold over his head. Fred blinked, eyes getting used to the low lamplight, and continued to lay limp and pliant as Roald slowly, carefully, untied the knots and unwound the rope from Fred’s body. Fred felt something warm and soft on his middle, and realized Roald was cleaning him off gently with a cloth. Then Fred’s brain registered the sound of another tin opening, and suddenly Roald was rubbing some kind of herbal-scented cream into the skin of Fred’s wrists, his hips, and his thighs where the rope had pressed against his body; caressing him and soothing any rope burn and restoring sensation to his limbs. He tried weakly to sit up but Roald placed a hand on his chest, gentle yet firm, and pressed Fred back down. “Don’t move yet, Fred. I’ve got you,” Roald said in a tone that made no room for argument, and so Fred just sighed and luxuriated in the feeling of being so cared for.

When he was finished with the cream Roald gently lifted Fred enough to slide the blanket out from under him - the one Fred had ruined by coming all over it, he dimly realized - and slide another clean one across the bed. And then Fred felt Roald’s hands around his ankles, and… he lifted his head a few inches, enough to see Roald maneuvering Fred’s feet into the blue penguin socks. Fred made some kind of confused noise, but Roald didn’t look up, only said “Shh, Fred. Lay back. When I touched your feet earlier they really were cold.”

Always such attention to detail, Fred thought through his haze, and then Roald was shifting him again, moving him with care, and sliding Fred under the pile of blankets. Roald crawled in next to him, his body solid and warm. He tucked one arm around Fred, and pulled him gently, so that Fred was bundled against Roald’s chest and they were both halfway sitting up, and then Roald tipped the lip of a metal cup to Fred’s mouth. “Drink,” came the soft command.

Fred swallowed, the water having a mineral taste that meant that Roald had added rehydration salts to it. When Fred had drained the cup, Roald took it from his hands and placed it on the floor, and then retrieved a small package of…something? Oh, Fred recognized the red, yellow, and green packaging of a Kivkk Lunsj. With one arm still around Fred, Roald brought his hands together and ripped open the wrapping, then broke one of the chocolate-covered wafers in two and pressed a piece gently to Fred’s lips.

Fred hummed with pleasure, and with the feeling of being so well looked-after, and from the knowledge of how very deeply Roald this aftercare session was. He turned his head slowly. “Is this part of high altitude medicine?”

Roald nodded, not missing a beat. “Chocolate has always been essential for exploring of any kind, including mountains.”

Fred smiled. “And your knots? Are those essential mountaineers’ knots?”

Roald didn’t even crack. “Of course they are. Why would you think otherwise?”

Fred huffed a weak laugh. “You’re really something else, Roald. I told you you were single-minded.”

Roald fed him another piece of the candy. “Well, Fred, I have always admired your creativity. You were the one who grabbed the rope, after all.” Fred hummed in agreement. A brilliant move indeed, if he did say so himself. Under the covers, Fred pressed himself closer to his favorite Norwegian’s body, feeling his feet rub together in the socks.

“Roald, why do you even have these socks?”

“Hmm?”

“The penguin socks. Why did you have these? They’re not wool. They’re not even your size.”

Roald looked down at him, giving him a tiny smile. In the light of the cabin his eyes were bright, sparkling even, the lines on his face soft. “I bought them for you.”

Fred suddenly felt a hot flush down his body. “For me?”

“For you.” Roald shifted on the mattress, one hand dropping the Kvikk Lunsj onto the blankets and coming up to pet Fred’s hair. “I bought them in New York. I thought you would like them. I never got a chance to give them to you so I…I just kept them when I went back to Norway. I thought you might visit one day.” He smoothed his fingers over Fred’s scalp. “And then you did.”

Fred could not take this, he really couldn’t. “Roald,” Fred groaned, but it came out like a sad whine. He hid his head in the crook of Roald’s neck. Internally, he berated himself for ever being mad that Roald wasn’t emotive with his words, when he was plenty capable of gestures like this. “You can’t just say things like that to me. My poor heart can’t take it. You’ll destroy me.”

“Nonsense,” Roald chuckled. He tapped a finger under Fred’s chin, gently tipping Fred’s head back so their eyes met. Fred thought Roald might say something more, but he only gazed down at Fred warmly for a beat, two beats, and then pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Now,” Roald said, retrieving the package of Kvikk Lunsj from the blanket and removing one of the bars, “have some more chocolate.”

More to come eventually! I am having too much fun with these boys!
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