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

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

[marink1485.livejournal.com]

Part 4.2

“Have you ever tried to write anything yourself?” Arhur asks genuinely curious.

“No,” Merlin takes a cup with tea and brings it close to his face to inhale the steam deeply. “I don’t think I want it. I like playing on stage better. It feels like I’m the one giving the words a proper life out of paper.”

They take first sips of their tea in silence but it’s not tense; it feels as if there are words between them, not fully shaped yet but promising to ripen soon.

“You like to read about magic then?”

“Yes, I think. Have you written anything with magic in it?”

“Yes, a couple of things. I wrote a play several years ago, it is called A Midsummer Night’s Dream. It’s about how fairy creatures influenced people’s hearts’ desires with magic and how it all ended well.”

“So, it’s not about magic, then. It’s about love.” Merlin smiles. “Why is everything you write about love?”

Arthur shrugs.

“Is there really anything else in the life of man?”

“I knew you’d turn out to be a hopeless romantic,” Merlin smiles but it looks fake; the amusement doesn’t reach his eyes. “Or you’re just a spoiled prat who doesn’t know that there is a great deal of other things which are much less exciting.”

Arthur huffs undignantly at that and his tea swashes a bit landing small herbal-smelling drops on his face. Merlin giggles highly like a girl and this time his cheeky grin is one hundred per cent sincere.

“Drink your tea,” says he at last, not having decided on an appropriate scathing reply. “And if you behave well I will let you wait here until the rain is over. And if you ask me properly I will even let you read something from these shelves.”

Merlin’s eyes flare at that with such hope and delight that Arthur knows: he will let Merlin read whatever the latter wants even if he doesn’t ask at all.

Though Merlin does ask – for a copy of A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

Arthur gives it to him and watches him reading because Merlin reads like other people kiss their beloved, open, tender, passionate, fully immersed into the activity. Being the author of the book that is lavished in such attention makes Arthur feel a bit as if he is, too, somehow on the receiving end of all the care and admiration, and this feeling – though it’s nothing new for him, a successful playwright – frightens him and fascinates him no end at the same time.

He tries to write while Merlin reads but it is so hard to keep his eyes on paper.

* * *

The shadows grow long and Arthur takes the play from Merlin’s hands when Freys brings a tray with dinner to the study.

“I want to eat,” he says. “So do you.”

Merlin is ready to protest but his stomach growls, clearly on the side of common sense and Arthur. Merlin blushes.

“But I haven’t read it all…”

“I’ll give it to you, for God’s sake, you’ll finish reading at home,” Arthur rolls his eyes. “Now eat.”

He takes two slices, meat and cheese, rolls them together like a tight straw and pushes the whole construction into Merlin’s mouth opened slightly in surprise.

The meat and cheese straw is thick and Merlin’s lips make an “o” around it; he hollows his cheeks around it and bites slowly, eyes half-lidded as he enjoys the juicy texture and spicy taste of the food. Arthur doesn’t let go of his end the straw; as soon as Merlin swallows, Arthur pushes the meat and cheese a little further into this pliant mouth and Merlin plays along not moving to take the control of his dinner in his own hands.

Merlin chews slowly, watching Arthur from under his eyelashes; seconds turn into hours and days filled with the hammering sound of Arthur’s heart in his ears, the fluttering, uneven breaths he manages to take, the devilish, fairy-creature-like spark in Merlin’s eyes, dark blue like deep waters with fleeting glimpses of sunshine from above.

When there is just one little morsel left Merlin hollows his cheeks to carefully suck it into his mouth; his lips embrace Arthur’s fingertips for a moment, the nimble tongue touches them briefly as if curious but still cautious, and the sensation is searing, blinding, so intense a pleasure that it borders on pain. Arthur gasps and steps back abruptly, caught in a whirl of feelings he doesn’t know even to begin to describe.