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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)
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- Heroic Age of Antarctic Exploration - Shackleton, Scott, Amundsen, Mawson
- Andrée Expedition
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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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2. This meme is CNTW (Choose Not To Warn) but warnings are highly encouraged.
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Mertz/Ninnis, sex crying
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Gen, Emil Racovitza, discovering a crazy new fish
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Fill: The Very Next Day, Cherry/Birdie, E, cw self-harm
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FILL: It's not unusual, Oates/Meares, kink discovery, first time
(Anonymous) 2023-06-23 01:10 am (UTC)(link)TItus frowned at him, honest confusion giving his handsome, creased face a childish cast. Did he really not understand? The man, reflected Meares, never ceased to amaze.
“Well, so what if I did?”
Meares had been dealing with the dogs; with only one bitch and that one heavily pregnant and hidden away in the stables, the ones outside had taken to scrapping in the most vulgar way.
“I know Kris is a beaut,” Meares had snapped, hauling Czigane bodily off, “but if you want to bugger him you’ll have to buy him a drink first! Dirty bastard.”
Titus had been staring at him from the doorway, knuckles of one hand at his mouth, the other quite blatantly palming at his front. Meares had only glimpsed it in flashes, as he darted about disciplining the dogs, but he had seen it, and known what it meant, and had dealt the creatures further English reprimands in that vein solely for the Soldier’s benefit.
When at last the dogs were marshaled, Meares straightened up, expecting to see Titus still looking on—but he had gone.
Back inside the stables, of course. There, in his usual attitude at the blubber stove. As if nothing at all had happened. So now Meares found himself having to explain Oates’s motivations to him, like a detective at the end of a mystery story, having caught the criminal red-handed.
His preemptive satisfaction at having stumbled upon the key to Titus’s lock was in danger of dissolving. But he was quite sure he was not mistaken.
“You heard the way I was talking to the dogs,” Meares said patiently, “and it had you hot all over, didn’t it?”
“It was rather cold outside, dearie.”
“And you couldn’t help thinking about receiving the same treatment from me. Is that so?”
Titus squinted up at him, chewing on his pipe. An answer was not forthcoming.
Meares said, lightly, “Titus, you disappoint me. I walked in here quite excited to finally have something to do with you.”
After a long pause: “Is that what you’re saying when you talk Russian?”
“Hardly. It’s very English. And it would scandalize Anton, don’t you know. Ah—but I suppose it’s nothing you haven’t heard before—don’t know why I thought I had anything to offer. My mistake. I’ll see myself out.”
“No—just a moment.”
Meares turned slowly back. “Yes?”
“You’re serious.”
“As the grave.”
“You’ve met other men who—just by talking to them?”
He caught Titus’s drift. “Why, of course. It’s a normal sort of way to get a chap going. You didn’t think you were some kind of freak of nature, did you?”
“I don’t think. As a rule. You ought to know by now.”
“Too true.”
Meares sat down and put a gentle hand on Titus's thigh. “Has that mind of yours been too overtaxed by revelation? Or could it yet stand for a bit of fun?”
Titus contemplated this. “Just talking sort of fun?”
“I’m no cocktease. I’ll go as far as you like.”
“You're very eager.”
More of that young, earnest disbelief. It occurred to Meares that Titus had no idea at all what he did to others. It was high time, Meares thought, that he found out.