Monday: Naked
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mahmfic and today's theme is naked. Interpret how you wish.
The rules still haven't changed:
• No more than five prompts in a row.
• No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
• No spoilers in prompts.
• If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
• The Hobbit, Thorin/Bilbo, he loved the feel of the hobbit's smooth skin
• Captain America, Steve/Any, someone suggests 'nudist beach' for his list
• MST3K, Mike & the bots, Tom and Crow steal Mike's spare jumpsuit on laundry day
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mahmfic and today's theme is naked. Interpret how you wish.The rules still haven't changed:
• No more than five prompts in a row.
• No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
• No spoilers in prompts.
• If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
• The Hobbit, Thorin/Bilbo, he loved the feel of the hobbit's smooth skin
• Captain America, Steve/Any, someone suggests 'nudist beach' for his list
• MST3K, Mike & the bots, Tom and Crow steal Mike's spare jumpsuit on laundry day
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
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Date: 2014-05-05 04:03 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Tony, he's caught without the suit
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Date: 2014-05-05 04:03 pm (UTC)Highlander, any immortal, body-shame is something that didn't exist when [pronoun] was young
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Date: 2014-05-05 04:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-05 04:06 pm (UTC)Supernatural, any angel or demon, why they need vessels or meatsuits
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Date: 2014-05-05 04:07 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), any born wolf, body modesty is something [pronoun] never learned
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Date: 2014-05-05 04:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-05 04:11 pm (UTC)author's choice, any animal character, never naked and yet always naked
Dragonheart Fill: Without Your Armor
Date: 2014-07-14 01:29 am (UTC)Bowen leaned back with a groan. The dragon just wanted him to stop complaining. They had just tested out their new idea on a village, and while Draco played dead well, Bowen had ended up nearly drowned in the lake with him.
"Of course, you don't understand. You're never naked."
Draco's voice sounded surprised. "On the contrary, knight. I am always naked."
Bowen glanced over with a hint of his own surprise. He pulled off his armor and warmed his hands over the fire.
It would suffice.
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Date: 2014-05-05 04:46 pm (UTC)Fill Part 1
Date: 2014-05-08 12:26 am (UTC)“So how are you doing on your list?” Darcy asked as she settled on the couch next to Steve.
“I’ve been a little busy,” Steve pointed out.
“What? Taking down Hydra?” She scoffed. “That doesn’t take you long at all. You and Black Widow totally kicked ass.”
“I appreciate the confidence,” he said, “but…” He shook his head. “I don’t want to talk about it right now. Especially since it still doesn’t feel finished.” Looking over at her, he asked, “What are you doing?”
Darcy tilted her laptop so he could see it. “Googling.” At Steve’s look, she explained, “Internet search engine… And you totally already knew that, didn’t you?”
“I did. I was more interested in what you’re… googling?”
“I thought you might like some help with your list. Since you’ve been so busy,” she said. “I know Sam got you the Troubleman soundtrack, but I thought I could help you find some of the other things on the list.”
“You don’t have to do that,” he told her.
“I know. But…” she shrugged, “my other choice was to work in the lab by myself since Jane is moping around. Thor had to go back to Asgard for something. Tony’s got us all on lockdown for the foreseeable future.”
Steve wrapped his arm around her shoulders at those words. “I can’t say I want to argue with that. I’m glad you’ve been safe these last few days.”
“When I saw the news…” she started. “And they announced you were a fugitive. I didn’t know what to do. I mean. You? Truth, justice, and the American way.” She scoffed again. “No way.”
Steve held her against his side, watching as she continued to work her way through the pages on the screen. “So what did you find?”
“I found information on some of the history things on your list,” she commented, snuggling against him. “Figured we could look through them later if you wanted. And JARVIS is the ultimate and has managed to locate samplings of all the television and movies that you’ve got. And we’ll get you some more when those are done.” She made a motion towards the kitchen. “Figured we could order in to check off Thai food.”
“You’ve been thinking a lot about this,” he commented.
“Lock. Down,” she reminded him. “The internet has been my only friend while you’ve been running around blowing things up.” She shrugged. “Well, not only friend, but you know what I mean. Once Jane and I got back, Tony put all of us into what was essentially protective custody. I think he was worried about what you would do if you came back and I… we… weren’t here.”
“I would have come after you,” Steve promised.
“Yeah. I know. But Tony.”
Fill Part 2
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Date: 2014-05-05 04:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-05 04:51 pm (UTC)MCU Fill: Laid Bare
Date: 2014-07-14 01:42 am (UTC)The first time was when she realized she had no secrets left from Clint that mattered on the night they'd shared a blanket on a cold desert floor and he'd opened up his own vulnerabilities and painful past. She'd shared one last thing, one last painful secret to complete the exchange, then inhaled sharply with the knowledge of what she had done. He leaned back and she felt the muscles in his back tense against hers. His fingers wound through hers and she breathed again.
He had laid her bare, completely naked and exposed. It was an intimacy that went far deeper than sex and the reason their relationship never really took romance into account.
The second time, Natasha had been shielded only by the armor of her anger and love for Clint. She could forgive Clint for exposing her every secret to the malicious cruelty of a god of thieves and liars. She could accept that her precious trust had been stolen and abused and trampled on. She would never forgive Loki for doing it.
"He told me everything," that insidious whisper purred. Exposed, laid bare, compromised.
She tucked herself into Clint's arms that night after the battle and made new secrets that Loki would never be privy to.
Now Natasha stood by Steve's side without her other half and his hand tightening on hers to give her strength. She was laid bare and alone and exposed with all her secrets revealed to an entire world. She had given all to SHIELD and repentance and the cleaning of her ledger, but HYDRA had stolen even that. Now the world knew she was a liar and a killer, easily susceptible to being wielded by the wrong hands.
Never again, she promised herself. The walls went up and her hand touched the arrow at her throat. She had unfinished business, new secrets and selves to layer over her true self—Natasha—secrets the world would never know.
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Date: 2014-05-05 05:38 pm (UTC)Person of Interest, Reese/Finch, Finch is surprisingly comfortable being naked.
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Date: 2014-05-05 05:40 pm (UTC)Person of Interest, Reese/Finch, When alone in his own bed Reese likes to imagine what lies beneath all of Finch's layers.
Fill: POI, Finch/Reese, PG
Date: 2014-05-05 07:18 pm (UTC)He feels the worsted wool jacket outlining Finch's shoulders just so, holding him together like armour. Reese imagines slipping his hands inside that jacket, his knuckles flirting with the silk lining as he outlines the seams of Finch's vest. Again, it fits just so - John wonders how Finch manages a deep breath whilst so securely cocooned in such tailored expense. The vest is patterned; he feels the raised embroidery catch on his callused fingers. He also notices the rise and fall of Harold’s chest, but this is his imagination so he cannot know for certain how fast the breathing has become. If he focuses on that detail for too long, doubts seep in and the fantasy falls apart, and this fantasy is too important to his well being to allow that to happen. He moves on.
The buttons are smooth and sure in his grip, and the almost imperceptible pop that they make as he pushes them through their eyelets is so satisfying that he has to take a moment to remember to breathe and settle himself. He draws it out – in his mind, he is staring at his work and he imagines Harold watching his progress as well in silence. Some nights he loves this part so much that he just imagines the vest with endless buttons and he falls asleep without a memory of ever coming to the end of them.
Once the vest is beaten, his hands brush it aside along with the jacket to the next guardian. The Egyptian cotton shirt is both warm and cool to the touch. He’s thrilled to know that the warmth is Harold – he’s so close now that he is imagining that warmth against his own and wonders if the heat alone would be enough to satisfy him. Some nights he imagines that it would be. He pulls at Finch’s tie. He doesn’t like ties – doesn’t approve of them either as symbols of civility or as unwitting weapons. He wishes that he could convince Harold to give them up. He tosses it aside and is faced with more buttons, which calms him. They are smaller and he must focus because his worker’s hands make their negotiation awkward. They hold to their master with the barest of authority – triple looped silk thread, spun, twisted, and then hand sewn for extra strength. They assert their bespoke nobility in spite of him – he could rip them free but it never crosses his mind. It would be unspeakably rude.
He pulls the shirt slowly upward and listens as it slips against Finch’s skin and the cinch of his belt. He frees the tails with the crisp finality of ripped paper and goes to work on the last of the buttons. Under this is what he craves, but every time he gets to this part it changes. He has knowledge of Finch through his clothes, his tastes, the things that he keeps around him, but Finch himself – his physical self – is as indistinct as fog. Reese doesn’t know what he’ll find and so his imagination provides him with a multiplicity that his practical mind despises. He wants to know.
This time his hands skim over the skin that has kept itself from view under three layers of defence. The dress shirt drapes over his hands as they flatten against Finch’s abdomen, obscuring his view. Now he can feel Finch’s breathing – it’s faster. How could it not be? Reese knows that Harold is older, broken, and built around his intellect, not his body, but when he imagines feeling that heat for the first time, he doesn’t care about what it looks like. Perhaps that’s part of the fantasy too. Some nights he closes his eyes in his imagination and just curls into the warmth, pressing his cheek against the chest that rises and falls beneath him. It’s enough to fall into that protection for a while – protection that he has to peel away before it can shelter him as well.
Some nights, he imagines that hands fall into his hair as he rests, listening to another man breath.
“John…”
And that’s what his fantasy is about as he drifts into unconsciousness. He lays himself down, lays himself open, and rests fully clothed.
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Date: 2014-05-05 05:40 pm (UTC)Person of Interest, Reese/Finch, Reese never feels naked, even when he is, because of his scars.
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Date: 2014-05-05 06:00 pm (UTC)5 Times the BAU Team Saw Reid Naked… 1/2
Date: 2019-09-08 08:19 pm (UTC)“Morgan,” Reid said slowly.
His fellow BAU agent looked up from where he was studying the computer of their possible UNSUB. “Yeah, kid?” he asked.
“You need to get out of here. Right now.”
“What?”
Morgan took in Reid’s wide eyes and unusually steady hands. The younger agent held a box at arms’ length, but that apparently hadn’t stopped him from being coated with a white substance. “I don’t know what it is,” he told the older agent, “but it can’t be safe.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Morgan assured him, although he didn’t step any closer.
“Morgan,” the terror leaked into Reid’s voice, “go. Maybe only I’ve been exposed.”
“Not happening.” Carefully, Morgan clicked his mic open. “We need HazMat in here. Unidentified white powder.”
The next few minutes, which felt like hours, were pulse pounding as Reid tried to hold the box steady and Morgan tried not to think about all the horrible things the white powder could be. By the time the suited men made it into the room, he was sure they only had minutes to live.
Gently the men took the box from Reid’s hands before guiding the two agents out of the house to the decontamination tent. “Clothes off, into the burn bag, then shower, and scrub thoroughly,” they were instructed.
“What?” Reid’s eyes looked even more terrified. “No.”
Morgan had already started stripping, but he turned to see Reid looking almost horrified at the orders. “Come on, Reid,” he cajoled, “the quicker you do it, the quicker you’ll be done.” As Morgan spoke, he motioned for the HazMat team to leave.
Capitulating, Reid reached for his sweater. “Fine, but keep your eyes averted.”
Morgan held his hands up in surrender. “Whatever you say, kid.”
It had to happen though, the plastic the tent was made out of was slick from the water and when Reid stepped away from the spray, he slipped. Morgan couldn’t help him fall; it would be a shame if Reid hit his head and damaged that big, beautiful brain of his. And the older agent got a good look when he grabbed the younger agent’s arm.
These things just happened.
JJ (and Will)
Laughing, Reid followed JJ and WIll as they dashed up the steps to their house. “I thought you said it wouldn’t rain,” JJ said over her shoulder as Will fumbled to get the door open.
Reid shook his head, spraying water everywhere. “According to the doppler, it wasn’t going to.”
Will succeeded in opening the door and let out a sound of triumph. Turning slightly, he ushered his wife and Reid inside. “Come on, you two,” he instructed. “Get in out of the chill.”
“It’s not that cold,” JJ complained good-naturedly.
“Cold enough.” Will kicked his boots off and peeled off his socks. “Get those wet clothes off. I’ll find you both something dry.”
JJ rolled her eyes at his orders. “What about you?” she called after his disappearing back.
“I’ll changed,” the answer floated back.
JJ turned to see Reid standing by the door, dripping on the tile. “Come on, Spence, get your clothes off.”
“I’ll wait for Will to get back.”
JJ shrugged, beginning to pull her own clothes off. “Suit yourself.” When she glanced over a minute later, Reid was shivering and had apparently decided his clothes were too wet. Both of them were glad when Will reappeared a few minutes later with towels and dry clothes.
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