Someone being naked makes them do it

[marguerite_26]

It’s Friday. Time for a comment fest writing experiment thingy, I think.

While we were editing Four in the Morning, magnolia822, xsmoonshine and I were chatting about how we could have an entire fest based on “SOMEONE BEING NAKED MADE THEM DO IT.”

And since it’s Friday and I’m looking for a reason not to write the fic I’m working on right now, let’s do this.

All fandoms and pairings welcome.*
Leave a prompt with a pairing, including (if you like) who/why/how (re: the nudity).

Both art and fic are always welcome for fills.

Nudity can be interpreted as you like. There are no must-be-bare-arsed police here. Just as long as at least one character is ~exposed (voluntary or not) during the fic.

*If you prompt for Avengers, please warn for spoilers.



[ART]
Bradley walks in on Colin changing (Merlin; RPF) WS by alby_mangroves

[FIC]
Avengers
Avengers (no spoilers), Steve/Tony, Interesting/Interested, G by leashy_bebes

Merlin
Camelot's Curse NOW COMPLETE!!! (Merlin/Arthur) by oflittleuse
Arthur getting tattooed makes them do it (Merlin/Arthur) G for now by marguerite_26
Merlin/Arthur theater AU - Arthur sees Merlin changing out of his women's costume by marink1485
Merlin/Arthur - the knot makes them do it by magnolia822
These Endearments Speak My Heart (Merlin/Gwaine) by planejane

Harry Potter
Harry/Draco - Draco's underwear mysteriously disappears by bonfoi
Sirius/Harry Sirius likes to walk around naked. by bonfoi
The Hazards of Slytherin Strip Snap (Harry/Draco, NC-17) by ginger_veela

Sherlock
Sherlock/John -- clothes taken for testing, decontamination shower taken by bonfoi

Comments

Re: Merlin/Arthur theater AU - Arthur sees Merlin changing out of his women's costume

[marink1485.livejournal.com]

Sorry guys, this one promises to turn out long. Once I gave in it all span out of control, sort of. I feel really stupid here with a potentially novel-length WIP on my hands all of a sudden. Sorry again, I can't think of anything else to say.
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Part 3.1.

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As soon as the rehearsal is finished Arthur goes straight to the chanfing rooms. Merlin is already there looking desperately at the lacing and, judging by the stubborn set of his lips, intending to renew the neverending battle.

Arthur stifles an amused laugh and says:

“Do you need help with that?”

Merlin turns back slowly unsurprised.

“I suppose I could do with some,” he says cautiously.

Without any extra words Arthur steps closer and starts unlacing the dress.

He has a solid amount of experience with lacings of all kinds; he is not the one to chase every skirt around him but women like him – for his looks, for his wealth, for his title, for his gallant behavior. It’s strange now as Merlin is no woman and he certainly doesn’t like Arthur for any of the qualities mentioned. Assuming he actually likes Arthur, of course.

The dress slips from Merlin’s shoulders in less than a minute – the lacing is not complicated, it only requires a bit of skill which Merlin will undoubtedly gain after a few more performances. That fascinating skin is revealed again, inch by inch, so close now, pale and unblemished, begging to be marked with teeth and lips and fingers.

Arthur moves back hastily, a little overwhelmed by the burning hungry desire he feels. Merlin glances at Arthur from under his lashes to mutter a “Thank you” under his breath and puts on his own clothes in such a hurry as if all demons of Hell are after his skinny frame.

This statement wouldn’t be very far from the truth. Arthur is glad his tunic is long enough to cover what could attract even more awkwardness to the situation at hand.

“Do you really think Valentine and Proteus would be better off pursuing each other but not their women?” Arthur finds himself asking.

Merlin stiffens for a moment, but they are alone in the room and his posture relaxes a bit as he looks at Arthur intently and answers:

“Yes, I think so. Will you order me imprisoned, or whatever punishment it is, for thinking such things?”

“According to the best of my knowledge,” says Arthur choosing his words as carefully as he would watch his steps on the edge of a steep, “there are no laws that can order you to think or not to think about anything whatsoever. Whereas your body is restrained by the limit of the law – or by secrecy, should you happen to break it – your mind is completely free.”

Merlin snorts all of a sudden.

“You talk like you’re one of your characters,” he explains. “Do you noble people really talk like that all the time? It must be so tiring.”

“There’s pretty naught we noble people ain’t do an’ talkin’ – yeah, sure, mate, that’s what we’re all born fo’,” Arthur smirks at Merlin’s quite stunned expression. “Do you prefer it this way?”

Merlin laughes unabashedly, throwing his head back. Arthur can see the long stretch of his slim neck and the sharp knot of his Adam’s apple moving, no hideous scarf covering it all yet.

“No, I think I prefer you just the way you are,” Merlin says still with sincere mirth in his voice and sobers up at once as if he has said something wrong again.

“Good,” says Arthur and nods at the door. “Shall we go now? Unless you have something else you have to do here.”