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]

Part 4.3 (it didn't fit into two comments, ouch)

His fingers are cold to be outside of the wet heat of Merlin’s mouth but Arthur can’t make himself to repeat the gesture; while several days ago he entartained himself idly with the idea of finding out what Merlin tastes and sounds like when he falls apart under another man’s touch, now it scares the living daylights out of him because he craves it so much he’d sell his birthright for it without thinking twice. Something has changed and he doesn’t know what it is that he has lost or, vice versa, has gained, he can’t hazard a single guess.

Merlin looks at him, dark-eyed, unmoving, lust and longing and similar irrational fright written clearly all over his angular pale face, oddly and becomingly unhuman in the light of the candles that were brought on the tray together with the dinner.

“I think I should go,” Merlin says after what feels like a year of silence. “I… thank you for your company, and the tea, and… the rain is over, it must be, I should just go.”

Before Arthur finds anything to say to it, Merlin is out of the room. His hurried steps – half-run – are heard as he jumps down the stairs, two or three of them at a time.

When the door shuts with a hardly audible thud, Arthur sits down and breathes fast, trying to regain at least some of the balance he usually possesses. However, all his efforts become in vain as he notices A Midsummer Night’s Dream on the edge of the table, next to a plate with sliced meat. Merlin forgot it in his haste.

It stings more than anything else that has happened this evening.