Thursday's "Take it off!"

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

It's my last day of hosting. :O Thanks everyone for a terrific week and for making this place so awesome to hang out. Special thanks to our amazing codemonkeys volunteer and work tirelessly for this kickass comm.

Today's theme is called "Take it off!" which you can interpret as you like. ;)


A reminder of the rules:
+ No more than three prompts per fandom
+ No more than five prompts in a row
+ If one or more of your prompts is filled, you can then prompt again
+ No spoilers within prompts until a week after the airdate/release
+ Warn for spoilers in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text


Also, for the sake of our amazing coders, please remember to use the proper format for prompts.
Examples:

For a single fandom:
- Criminal Minds, Hotch & any, S/he's never seen Hotch without a tie
- The Mentalist, Cho/Jane, "Do you even own casual clothes?"

For multiple fandoms / crossovers:
- CSI New York/Without a Trace, Any, Striptease

Nothing here strike your fancy? Take a look at the archive of Lonely Prompts.


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[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

SPN, Team Free Will, one more person in the motel room means even closer quarters in which to change

Modesty

[jennytork.livejournal.com]

One more person in the motel room means even closer quarters in which to change.

But that's okay. Growing up like they had, neither brother had a well-developed sense of modesty. Being a former angel, neither did Castiel.

One would have thought that with the addition of Castiel -- who was (to say the least) easy on the eyes -- would have stirred up feelings in one or both brothers that would be considered sinful.

And perhaps, if there were other circumstances, it might have.

But for right now, as far as they were concerned, Castiel's last name was Winchester.

Their third brother just happened to have a set of wings....

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Lorne/Parrish, No guns in the greenhouse.

[hrtslkths.livejournal.com]

CWRPS, Misha/any, "I want to see the nipple freckle and I want to see it now."

[badgerling.livejournal.com]

SG1, Daniel/Cameron, "Undercover rawhide on a planet where it rains every hour of every day was stupid idea, you know."

[camshaft22.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1/Stargate Atlantis, Cam Mitchell/John Sheppard, "How was I supposed to know there was a clothes eating spore?!"

[tresa-cho.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Cas, the coat

short fill, sorry.

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

The coat.

The motherfucking goddamn coat.

It was in the way. Every single time. It got stuck in doors. The belt came loose and tripped them up. The collar ended up in Dean's mouth. The cuff got caught on the bedpost.

Enough already with the coat.

Like any other night, things were starting to get hot and heavy, and then Dean tasted unwashed fabric and that was it.

He pushed back from Castiel and frowned. "Take that thing off right now," he ordered, crossing his arms over his chest.

Castiel did.

Very slowly.

Very, very slowly.

With fingers trailing down his own chest and blue eyes boring into Dean's and buttons popping on the shirt beneath one by one and tan sliding against white skin and...

Next time Dean was going to take his pants off before they started.

[badgerling.livejournal.com]

DCU, Dick/Jason, He really doesn't like Dick being Batman.

[saavikam77.livejournal.com]

DCU, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, "...it's gettin' hot in here..."

[badgerling.livejournal.com]

Marvel/DCU, Bucky Barnes/Jason Todd, someone should really tell him that wearing a giant American flag in Gotham was the fastest way to end up dead.

[badgerling.livejournal.com]

DCU, Tim Drake(/Jason Todd), Tim doesn't understand why he always ends up wearing Jason's hand-me-downs.

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, Dean decides that after the same outfit for two years, Cas needs a makeover. The results are...interesting to say the least.

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, Dean knew he was staring but he couldn't help it. Who knew Cas wearing jeans and a T-shirt could be so damn hot!

No fic, but...

[jennytork.livejournal.com]

*CACKLES* I hadn't seen this before I wrote the answer to a prompt earlier.....

[helly-uk.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Hermione/Ron, When hermione was shaking, his autumatic response was to hand her his jacket, Sometimes she was shaking because she'd rather he took her clothes,than giving her more.

Sh-Sh-Shake It

[impatient-dream.livejournal.com]

She’s honestly beginning to believe that it was a deep seated, pathological need to please his mother, who had tried to raise six gentlemen and only sort of succeeded. Or it was possible that their year on the run had scarred him in more ways than the obvious. He was certainly never late for dinner and he always checked the perimeter of the house before settling in to sleep. It was possible that the cold was abhorrent now was being hungry or unaware of his surroundings.

But, honestly, sometimes she would rather that he take a few of her clothes off rather than giving her more. And she certainly didn’t want him to stop when he was doing wonderous things and say, “Are you okay? Are you chilled? Do I need to cast a charm?”

She reared against him until he sank into her balls deep and said huskily, “I promise, I’m quite warm. Now, move, Ronald.”

And that was apparently all it took for him to get the message and they likely could have burned down the house, they were so hot.)

[strongwriter.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Hardison/Eliot & their son, "I don't want to wear it! Take it off!"

[lmx-v3point3.livejournal.com]

Language warning, sorry

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"I don't want it. I don't like it. I don't want to wear it. Take it off."

His son's voice is getting closer and closer to hysteria, but Alec doesn't have time to calm him down right now, can't take his eyes off the screen or his hands off the keyboard, so he just breathes slowly and tries to multitask.

"Hey, hey, it's alright, OK? Just a little while…" Something on the screen distracts him and he's working double time to keep Eliot covered as he moves through the apartment building. Scott is creeping away from him in his peripheral vision and he can see him pulling at the Velcro. "Scott, man, you listening to me? Your Papi told you why you gotta keep it on, right?"

"But he's not wearing one." There's definite hysteria now, and Scott's close enough to the door that if he makes a move Alec's not gonna be able to get to him, and if someone comes through the door…

He's taken his eyes of the computer, and Eliot's suddenly just around the corner from more guns than he can count. "Jesus, fuck. ELIOT STOP." he shouts, and Scott's screaming from the doorway and wrenching at all the straps he can reach, and god damnit the bullet-proof vest had been huge on him to begin with, but there are guys with guns in their building and Eliot's outnumbered and their only line of defence.

Alec leaves the computer and dashes across the room to gather Scott up in his arms, the Velcro on both their vests catching and scraping and making holding his struggling son more than the usual battle of wills, but he holds him tight, shushes his cries and shields his face as he crosses back to the computer.

He doesn't know what he's going to see on the security cameras there, and Eliot only had two vests in the apartment.

otherwise known as the time Johnny dragged Peter out to a nightclub

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Johnny/Peter, shaking his booty to Ke$ha on a night out in his favorite club.

[rockerbaby423.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Sophie, when you peel away all of the faces she's worn, what's left?

[x-shadowwings-x.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, strip-tease

[rockerbaby423.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Parker, soaked to the skin

[x-shadowwings-x.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, "Take off your pants and jacket."

[restlessme.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Morgana, masks

[Filled] 'Dissembling'

[allthesedays.livejournal.com]

Morgana is no stranger to deceit. It is almost impossible to avoid a relationship with it whilst living in the castle: beneath the shining idealistic exterior, the changeable currents of Camelot's underbelly are dangerously unpredictable, its dark pulsing lifeblood far too enticing to resist for long.

As a girl, pale-faced and fresh from the death of her father, she spent her first few months watching silently as others courted deceit with lavish displays of extravagance; minor nobles scheming for lordship; married women hoping for whirlwind affairs with a man of higher status; even the servants, occasionally spinning a few lies to earn extra pay or a promotion, all hoping to fall on the winning side of the coin toss should their plans be revealed.

In hindsight, she was a fool to think herself above it.

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The dreams come nightly. She haunts the corridors of the castle when she wakes, blindly seeking somewhere to hide from the death sentence slowly creeping its way around her neck, tickling her heels with a burning caress. An invisible promise for now, but how very easily it could come into being! Nothing more than a badly timed visitor, a few careless words to the wrong person and it would only be a matter of heartbeats before the courtyard bore witness to yet another pointless execution.

It is in these moments of utter fear that deceit makes itself truly known to her. She finds it a most willing partner, pliable and accommodating, welcoming her every wish even as it flees away from the other courtiers, disappearing into the night to claim its greatest prize. Because what are petty whims compared to the will of the King's ward?

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Morgana knows she gives herself over to it far too easily. It holds its own kind of magic, this ability to don a mask and turn only the face that people wish to see, nothing more. Her deception is perfect. She feels powerful, elevated far above those who make no attempt to seek the truth. They are all too blinkered, too blind; even Uther and Arthur are enchanted by her false face.

Morgana slowly begins to relax into her safety. She walks hand in hand with deceit, chin held high and finally smiling behind her mask.

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[Until one evening, she meets the piercing blue eyes of a serving boy across the throne room and knows with a sinking, dreadful certainty that he can see straight through her.]

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notes: set pre- or during S1. Un-beta'd, so apologies for quality of writing. Hope this was something along the lines of what you were looking for, OP!

[alicat713.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Castiel +/Dean, Sam, Falling means that Castiel is losing his angelic trappings one at a time; he finds himself dreading the day when he - or his brothers - must cut off his wings as the final act of sacrifice.

[phate-phoenix.livejournal.com]

White Collar; Neal, Peter; Neal's four years are up.

Filled: I Don't Need to Be Forgiving; Peter/Neal; PG

[krystalicekitsu.livejournal.com]

_{Sorry if this went a bit more slashish than you intended. But thank you for prompting this! I was scouring the list for this specific prompt!}

Four years.

Four very long, not-so-smooth years.

Four years of Neal Caffery and his damn smirk. Four years of his disregard for orders and the law. Four years of that damn hat, and getting his pockets picked, and his suits mocked. Four years of his ridiculous associates and friends and his ability to get himself into the maximum amount of trouble in the shortest amount of time humanly possible.

Four damn years.

"You gonna stare at me all day, or can I have the key now?" That damn smile. Again. Now of all days, that damn smile and it's all Peter can do to not throw the fucking key at his head, goad him into a fight so he has a reason to arrest him, lock him up.

Keep him.

Four damn years.

He doesn't care that he's wrinkling the suit Neal bought him for Christmas a year ago on June's nice hardwoods. That he probably looks ridiculous bending down when he could just hand the key over. Just concentrates on lifting Neal's pant leg as slow as he can, turning the anklet towards him just as carefully.

As soon as the tracker's off. That's when he'll bolt.

Peter wants to break the key in spite. (Maybe it's something closer to bitter, biting sadness though.)

The key clicks and locks.

A soft beep.

Peter sighs, a soft exhalation that ghosts over his hands.

He stands in a swift movement, coiled grace threaded with despair and resentment (although of whom, he's not sure).

Manages a smirk. Comments, "Well, it's been real."

Or tries to.

He opens his mouth at least.

He must have, because Neal's tongue is in his mouth. the startled noise he makes is lost under Neal's mouth and lips and teeth. Neal kisses him like he's drowning and Peter's that last gulp of air in the world- hands wrapped around his head, body flush with Peter's, mouth slanted and warm and demanding.

No, not demanding.

Needing.

When Neal pulls back (but not away, just adjustments in center of gravity and balance), Peter is shocked to discover his own hands clenched in the lapels of Neal's suit jacket and threaded through his hair.

"...stay."

"What?" Peter concentrates on the sound coming out of Neal's mouth, rather than the pretty shape it makes.

"I want to stay."

Keep him.

Peter kisses him.

And, eventually, he does keep him.

[alicat713.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Castiel is unwittingly stripping Dean of his inhibitions one at a time. A look, his touch, even his smell - one day Dean won't be able to hold himself back.

"please, my darling, could you take off your shirt?"

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Hetalia, France, si'l vous plait ma cherie allez tombez la chemise!

[lady-yashka.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Leverage, Dean/Eliot, They have no secrets.