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]

In case anyone's still reading it here, so ))
It's about to hit 10k soon and it has just started, gosh.
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Part 6.1

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Arthur’s morning starts with a silver tray with some nice tea and some letters which seem to be considerably less so. Elyan, ever the exemplary servant, pulls the curtains open letting the bright sunshine in and says:

“Good morning, your highness.”

“Good morning,” Arthur mutters in response sitting up and opening the first letter. It has the flourished Morgana’s seal on it and contains an invitation for a ride this afternoon. Not so much an invitation as an order; Arthur knows better than to even consider a refusal even if he is still groggy and tired from last night.

The second letter is from his father who is kindly informing Arthur that he will be back from the country next week and has some matters to discuss with his son. That is rather unusual – the summer is a quiet time for state business and father loves spending time in the country estate where, quote, not a single bambling idiot can bother him, unquote. Arthur’s stomach clenches as he tries to drink off with tea all his confused guesses on the matter that brings his father back.

The seal on the third letter is clumsy and unknown to Arthur; it looks like the sender does not have much of experience with such things, and the handwriting is devoid of the finesse Arthur is used to seeing in the texts written by his fellow noblemen.

It is from Merlin.

“Hello mr Shakespeare,” it says and Arthur does not know if it is mocking – Merlin should be mentally deficient not to know by now Arthur’s real name and title, he has been here, in this house – or demonstrating respect to Arthur’s wish to remain incognito in the theatrical circles. “I felt like I had to say something to you after yesterday but it seemed stupid at the same time so I settled with a letter. I can’t write as beautifully as you do and it’s going to be hard to explain what it is that I have to tell you especially since I don’t know it myself. I was just celebrating with friends after all and it shouldn’t’ve made me feel guilty but it did.”

“There’s nothing between me and Gwaine apart from friendship,” this part looks like it’s been added later, in an afterthought and in a hurry. “He likes to protect me and to cherish me like I’m some kind of child – maybe he just thinks that’s what people do with little brothers that they never had. I don’t know why I’m writing that either. I don’t know even if you’re still reading this rubbish. Anyway, the performance last night was really good. You’d like the applause if you were there, it was deafening.
Merlin.”

Arthur rereads the letter twice; he traces the slightly uneven lines with his fingertips acquiring small smudges of ink and brings it close to his face to inhale the sharp dusty scent of cheapest paper. It smells so much better than all those perfumed love notes he has received from other people.

He does not imply that this is a love note; if it is, then Merlin most probably is not aware of that fact himself.

Nevertheless, Arthur puts it in the drawer where he keeps drafts for his plays.