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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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1. Be fucking nice. YKINMATO/KINKTOMATO at all times.
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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Clark/James hurtcomfort
(Anonymous) 2024-01-01 02:24 am (UTC)(link)FILL: upset, Clark/James, G, hurtcomfort
(Anonymous) 2024-05-14 10:27 am (UTC)(link)“Jimmy?”
He says it quietly, hoping not to startle the lad. But still he must have made him jump all the same, because he hears the thunk of James’ head on the table, followed by strange, strangled noises of anguish. He moves closer and sees James has his arms in front of his mouth to disguise his cries.
“Go away!”
James’ words are abrupt and furious before he collapses back to wail into his sleeve with renewed fervour. His face is bright red, blue eyes wild and wet with tears. Clark sighs, and retrieves his log book from the shelf.
“Just got some notes to write up.”
“N-no!”
James is insistent. He reaches his arms out ineffectually as if to shoo Clark away. His teary eyes and sulky expression should not be endearing, and yet…
“I've just got some notes to write up, and if anyone should comes a-knocking while I'm working,” he sits at the table so as to block James from view of the doorway as much as possible, “I will tell them where to go. See?”
James chews his lip uncertainly, but nods. His sobs continue to ebb and flow while Clark studies the work he doesn't especially need to go over. In truth, he simply followed a distraught-looking James to this place of refuge, and has no special reason to be here at this hour. Probably James realises this, or will realise it later, when he has chance to calm down.
Clark wonders if he ought to find James’ outburst of emotion so charming. Perhaps it indicates a deviant personality, but he wants to reach out and touch him soothingly, pet his shock of red hair until he stops shaking. Sensibly, he does not. Large as Jimmy is he'd like to have him in his lap, rock him until he's worn out from it all.
But James’ sobs slow of their own accord. At first, when perhaps he simply hasn't the tears to keep crying, he continues with the noise and motion, but at last this fades too, and he hugs his legs close to his chest, shaking and sniffling only a little.
“Any better?”
James grimaces, but accepts the handkerchief Clark offers him.
“Silly of me.”
“We all have our moments,” Clark assures him.
“All?” He sounds cross again.
“Maybe some more than others.”
James frowns, considering.
“They were… laughing at me,” he says finally, in a small voice.
Clark knows very well who he means, but raises a curious eyebrow all the same.
“Hussey. And Jock.”
“They don't mean anything by it.”
James scowls.
“Then why is it always me? It's not fair.”
From the wobble in his voice Clark suspects another bout of sobs may be in the offing.
“Do you want to know a secret?”
Jimmy blinks. He nods.
“You'll have to sit up here with me.”
He pats the bench, and James, distracted from his upset for now, emerges from under the table and heaves himself obediently up beside Clark.
“What's the secret?”
Clark looks left to right as if scanning the empty room for eavesdroppers.
“Hussey and Jock, well. They're sweet on each other.”
James looks up from his slouched position with a confused expression.
“What? What do you mean they're…?” He takes off his glasses, presses his lips together as he wipes the lenses with his jumper. “They're… lovers?”
Clark can't help but let out a huff of laughter at James’ phrasing.
“I can't speak to the particulars. But they're keen on one another, see? It's not their fault, but it makes them selfish. Human nature.”
James sits in silence for a moment, looking down at the table. His mouth wobbles, threatening another upset.
“But… Wordie's my friend.”
Immediately he is self-conscious of this childishness, flushing bright-red again and placing his head in his hands.
“He's still your friend.”
James looks back up at him - good - but with a stricken expression - bad.
“But Hussey has loads of friends and I've only got…”
His breathing is getting quicker and deeper.
“Aren't we friends, Jimmy?” Clark asks him, solemnly.
“Oh! We- ?”
James smiles for the first time in their little exchange, weak and watery but Clark will count it as a victory. He will have to stick to his word, of course. Not that he was planning on pressing his advantage, but now he has promised him friendship he can hardly push James down onto the deck and -
“Anyway,” Clark clears his throat, “it's an awful hassle, their being keen on each other. You wouldn't want that bother, hm?”
“I don't know,” says James in a small, sad voice, “it might help pass the time.”
Clark is thrown, for a moment, by the realisation that Jimmy perhaps does have dreams outside his magnetic research.
“What, with Jock? Or Hussey?”
James blushes, but he's more upright now, and Clark fancies the flush is his typical embarrassment rather than whatever havoc his emotions lately wrought.
“No! Blimey. Not with them.”
Clark relaxes. Probably James doesn't fancy any of the men of the Endurance. Perhaps he doesn't like men at all. Or perhaps he doesn't very well know what he likes, having never had the opportunity, and perhaps Clark could show him a thing or two and -
“Thank you for -” James stands, stepping over the bench and gesturing awkwardly between the two of them, “sitting with me. Maybe I'll… rest my head for a while.”
He does look very tired now. Probably all that shaking and crying took it out of him. Clark nods, suddenly clumsy in his manners himself. James wanders off, and Clark stares at the notes he isn't reading, wishing he could lie down too, lie down with his arms around guileless Jimmy and soothe him to sleep.