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 6.3

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When he comes to the theatre, he still feels brittle and winded up. He stands in a corner near the door watching the actors from afar. The rehearsal will end soon and many sound tired already; Merlin is full of energy though, that rebellious restless kind of it that makes one distracted and iritated before it is taken out on something or before another, different day comes. He notices Arthur almost at once because he keeps flashing careful glances at the door and not looking to whoever he is supposed to be talking to.

“I’m sorry for the letter,” Merlin says approaching quickly as soon as Gaius seems satisfied for today. “I didn’t…”

“Do not be,” Arthur says. Now that Merlin is standing in front of his, his eyes open wide and hopeful, his fingers fidgeting nervously with his sleeves, a pale smudge of ink on his chin, Arthur feels some inner peace coming back to him.

He thinks that maybe he should not have rushed here – he is in his everyday clothes which, splendid as they are, differ far too greatly from his habitual disguise coat and scream his wealth and title at all corners. But Merlin does not pay attention to them looking at Arthur’s face and it loosens the tight painful knot in Arthur’s chest and lets him breathe out the relief which Arthur does not know the reason of.

“Oh,” says Merlin, clearly thrown off balance now that his apology speech has been interrupted. “Well.”

“Do you like playing women?” asks Arthur.

“Do I?.. I-I don’t know I guess,” Merlin looks confused. Arthur struggles with a wish to smooth the small crease on his brow with his fingers; the struggle makes him feel nauseous. “I play who Gaius tells me to.”

“But if you could choose any role, any at all, in a play maybe yet unwritten, who would you like to play?”

Merlin shrugs.

“I think both. It sounds stupid, I know, but I’m kind of greedy, I can’t drop one for the sake of another. You said yourself that if I could choose…”

“I’ll write a play for you,” Arthur says. It is not a really sufficient equivalent of “I want to kiss you and touch you and give in to you” but it will have to do.

At least for now.

“You will do what for me?” Merlin frowns, puzzled.

“Write a play. For you. The leading role will be yours,” Arthur steps away from the wall he was leaning to and moves closer to Merlin so he can see the tiny speckles of dark gold in his blue irises and how chapped his lips are. “And if you want to be a man and a woman both then you shall be.”

Merlin blinks.

“Ah… thank you?” he says tentatively and asks, curiosity filling his voice. “What will the play be about?”

“About love, like all of them are,” Arthur says having no clue as yet what the play will be about – he thought of writing one just the minute the promise, not fully consious, fell from his lips. “If you want magic in it, bring some in with your performance.”

Merlin chuckles and smiles widely looking at Arthur for the first time with something faintly resembling adoration amd admiration.

“That I will,” Merlin says tilting his head a bit as if expecting a kiss and choosing a more convenient position to receive it. “You can be sure of that.”

“I am,” Arthur says.

He undoubtedly is.