Wednesday: poetry

[tigriswolf]

Today’s theme is poetry – not lyrics or songs, but simply poems. You can provide particular verses or link to the whole poem elsewhere.

The rules, as ever, are:

1. No more than five prompts in a row.
2. No more than three prompts in a fandom.
3. Use the character's full name and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
4. If your prompt or fill contains anything that can be a trigger for the reader, please add a warning for that to give the reader the chance to decide if they want to read or not.
5. No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use the spoiler cut option found here.
6. If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

For example:

Avengers movieverse, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, You’re trying not to tell him you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.

Teen Wolf (TV), any born werewolf, Wolf


We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2015 collection.

tag=poetry

Comments

[tigriswolf]

Avengers movieverse, Bucky Barnes (+ Steve Rogers),



those dying
then knew where they went—
they went to God’s Right Hand.
That Hand is amputated now
and God cannot be found (Dickinson)

[tigriswolf]

Avengers movieverse, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)

[tigriswolf]

author’s choice, author’s choice, any female character, Nature Lesson”

Fill Terminator:SCC

[daria234.livejournal.com]

(Just in case you haven't seen it, Cameron is a cyborg who looks like a high school girl)

"You are staring at me," Cameron observed.

"I can't help myself," the guy said with a leer, "Your skirt's so short, I can't look away."

Cameron tilted her head. "That's not how eyes work."

The guy looked confused. "What's your problem? Stuck up or something?"

John walked up quickly. "My sister's just deciding whether to dismember you." He gave the guy a little smirk.

"Your whole family is weird," the guy grumbled and walked away.

"You didn't like him," Cameron said to John.

"He was disrespectful."

"Are you respectful?"

"You tell me."

"I'll tell you when I figure it out." She smiled just slightly, and John sighed, wondering if she were just messing with his head. Not that it would make a difference if she were.

[tigriswolf]

Avengers movieverse, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, You’re trying not to tell him you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.
[Richard Siken]

[tigriswolf]

Teen Wolf (TV), any born werewolf, Wolf

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Superman: TAS, Lex Luthor(/Clark Kent),

Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away". (Ozymandias - Percy Blysse Shelley)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Superman: TAS, Mercy Graves/Lois Lane,

Speechless I gaze: the flame within
Runs swift o'er all my quivering skin:
My eyeballs swim; with dizzy din
My brain reels round (In Adoration - Sappho)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Flash (TV), Leonard Snart/Barry Allen,

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. (Your Mouth - Pablo Neruda)

Fill

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

It's easier to focus on what he gets out of the bargain than on what he gives - what he holds back, or dismisses altogether, for the sake of a hot kiss, a shaky moan, from lips he'd bet his next score haven't given it up for anyone else since this whole thing started. Probably before.

Sensing that's probably part of his problem - Leonard's always been a little territorial. This feud with the Flash began because he wouldn't let some do-gooding kid run him out of his city, interfere with his affairs.

And here he is... selecting his targets with twice the discretion, selecting his 'associates' even more carefully, all to keep that same kid happy.

Or, if not happy, willing enough to keep coming back to him for more - more reasons to breathe those sweet moans into Leonard's neck; more chances to part his ready lips for whatever Leonard might have in store for them.

If Leonard thinks about it that way, like he's buying what he wants with what he can do without - rather than being bought by a tight ass and a pretty face - he doesn't feel the need to test his boundaries so badly. When he explains, again, 'No casualties... we go in quiet, we come out clean...', Mick's questioning smirk doesn't chafe.

Leonard doesn't want to rough the kid up so much anymore - to punish him for accepting an offer Leonard made, just to see if the kid would bite, honestly, at least in the beginning.

Now he needs the dignity a bargain infers. There's no shame in an even trade, but Leonard's never felt the same about addictions - junkies are weak; he knows because he's used them on occasion, for small jobs when he's needed someone disposable, and this constant craving he feels for the Flash now is an addiction as surely as any he's ever seen.

Little things stick in Leonard's mind, and he thinks about them to the point of distraction whenever the Flash isn't near. He spends moments just breathing in the kid's scent when they're together, pressing his face into Flash's soft skin, his hair, and lets the kid roam his body as he pleases. He sucks marks into the kid's flesh - like a goddamned teenager - then sucks them again, out of defiance as the kid's quick healing wipes them away, because he's hungry for the kid's taste.

Leonard gives Flash a lot more freedom during their hook-ups than he ever has a lover. He lets the kid work them both out of their clothes - steps back sometimes with a smirk and lets the kid take the reigns on what they do and how they do it - just so he can watch the kid move.

Leonard doesn't even mind thinking of how Mick would tease him if the truth came out. It's better to concentrate on how much Leonard enjoys this. If he thought too much about what he has yet to give for it (and would, if he had to) just to keep getting it... Leonard might go fucking crazy.

[falkner]

DCU, any, Dying is nothing; losing you is hard. (La foglia by Umberto Saba)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Justice League Cartoon, Batman/The Flash,

And the part where I push you
flush against the wall and every part of your body rubs against the bricks (Litany in Which Certain Things are Crossed Out - Richard Siken)

IDK ABOUT THIS.

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

Batman never says his name.

Of course, Wally doesn't know Batman's name, not officially. He's not supposed to know, only it's difficult not to when he grew up with Batman's former partner.

And that's a whole 'nother can of something Wally usually tries not to think about.

But then, it's not like they do a lot of talking, either.

Well, okay. Wally does a lot of talking. He talks so much even he stops listening halfway through, but Batman - Bruce, okay, so he knows his name but he's not supposed to, and Wally's a lot of things but he's honestly not much for breaking rules – Batman doesn't.

Sometimes he says Shut up. Sometimes he says, Be quiet. Sometimes he sticks his tongue in Wally's mouth, fucks him with it until Wally forgets English, high school Spanish, and that weird bit of Atlantean that Kal taught him years back.

He'd be a little offended, like it's all just some way for Batman to get him to shut his fucking mouth, if Batman - Bruce - didn't also seem so invested in touching him.

He's gotten Batman to take the gauntlets off, now, and the cape. Once, he got so far as to push the cowl halfway off, until Batman pointed out that they were on a rooftop where, secluded against the bricks or not, anyone could see.

And Wally doesn't care, he really doesn't, but he knows Bruce - Batman does. And it's all right if Batman makes the rules – he's fucking Batman - so long as he keeps touching Wally, keeps looking at him like that when he thinks no one else can see.

It's all right, because he knows even this – Bruce's mouth on his neck, his hands in Wally's uniform, his thigh between Wally's as Wally grinds up into him on some rooftop, somewhere, one of their cities or maybe neither – even this is a risk for him, even this is more than Wally could have ever really asked for.

Right now, it's more than enough.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman: TAS, Harvey Dent/Bruce Wayne,

The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with the sword (The Ballad of Reading Gaol - Oscar Wilde)

[caz251.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.{Fire and Ice, Robert Frost}

Not a fill

[lasairfhiona.livejournal.com]

Love that you're using Frost

[caz251.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. {The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost}

[caz251.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,
Had we but world enough and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime. {To His Coy Mistress, Andrew Marvell}

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"Is this a good idea?" Buffy asked, smirking a little.

Faith grinned at her, bared teeth. "B, life is short. Slayer short for us. Carpe diem, you know?"

Buffy rolled her eyes but grabbed Faith's hip, pulled her in for a kiss.

"Then let's hurry it along," Buffy said, and Faith laughed, throaty, almost a moan.

[ladymercury-10.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Natasha Romanov, Regret, by definition, comes too late. ("Against Entropy" - John M. Ford)

Fill: More Red (MCU)

[(Anonymous)]

Natasha isn't a stranger to regret. She's got a lot of red in her ledger and she regrets most of it. The innocents she killed while working for the Red Room. The crimes she commited after escaping the Red Room. At least for Shield, there wasn't any red added to her ledger - until now.

Bringing down Hydra meant bringing down Shield. Helping Steve had seemed like the right thing to do. She never thought she'd regret anything about it. She was wrong. Seventy-nine agents died - good agents, not Hydra agents - because Natasha compromised them when she dumped every scrap of Shield information on the internet. They'd been caught unaware and most of them had died a terrible death.

So yes, Natasha regretted part of her actions of that day. She didn't need Tony's disappointed silence after he'd asked her and Steve why they didn't ask for his help. She didn't need to hear the words to know Tony was thinking he might have been able to filter the information out or warn the agents in time to get out. Mercifully, Tony didn't say the words out loud - Natasha was strong enough to hear them, but Steve looked worse now than when they'd first brought him to the hospital after the helicarriers had gone down. He'd probably shatter completely if he heard them out loud.

Nathasa knew regret always came too late, always came after there was more red in her ledger. She just wished Steve hadn't had to learn about regret as well.

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Bates Motel, Norman, I should just let them rest... let the world rest, But I can't leave it rest, on account of Ma, haunting. (Out of the Dust - Karen Hesse)

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

The Hunger Games, Katniss, ...what if I die before morning and momma's in the bedroom with the door closed. (Hanging Fire - Audrey Lord)

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Death + Dean and/or Crowley, post-mark: how do you like your blue-eyed boy, Mr. Death? (Buffalo Bill - e. e. cummings)

[ladymercury-10.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Natasha Romanov/Bucky Barnes,

We were the wiretap, the rumor spread
from room to room. We were the state crackdown.
And yes, we were the act of making do--
a soup of water, salt, one chicken bone.
We were vodka swigged against the chill,
and the sad folk song that every soldier knew,
and the ribbon in the yellow hair, and the stone
that signified bodies on the hill.

("The Cold War, A Romance" - Jehanne Dubrow)

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Person of Interest, Finch/Reese, I Dwell in Possibility (Emily Dickinson)

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Forever, Henry Morgan +/- any (no Henry/Abe please but + is great), when You are Old (http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/172055) by W.B. Yeats

[lasairfhiona.livejournal.com]

MCU, Clint/Coulson, COME live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove (from Passionate Shepherd (http://www.bartleby.com/106/5.html))

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any male character.

I am the one who, left to fate,
wander the world without a thought
about where I come
or where my steps will lead me

(Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer - Rimas II (http://www.poemas-del-alma.com/rima-ii.htm))

[iceybreath.livejournal.com]

Final Fantasy Tactics, Delita Heiral/Ovelia Atkascha, Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay. (Nothing Gold Can Stay - Robert Frost)

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any sci-fi (or supernatural). any

Twisted shapes
of impossible creatures;
landscapes that appear
as if across a curtain

(Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer - Rima III)

Fill: Original, Warnings: kind of gory descriptions, blood, death, and it might be a bit cliche

[ohmanishipit.livejournal.com]

She snuffed out the candle, fearing the dark, but her fear that the light would betray her was greater. Tentatively she steps, the noise seeping throughout the room.
It was near, she could feel it. She could feel it from the place, deep, deep down, where every person's most primary instincts are. She did not have facts, she did not need them.
She had to get out of here, swiftly she gathered a small bag of coins, and pulled a cloak to her shoulders. She thought of the small dagger she always kept in her bodice, easily accessible through a discreetly split seam in her dress. It wouldn't be enough. Yanking open the drawers, she pulled out two longer daggers and put one in each boot, struggling against the ruffles of her skirts for a moment. She glanced around frantically as she took her gun as well.
There was no use in discretion now, it knew she was here.
There was no time.
It was there then, almost like a shadow. It didn't really have a color, just focusing on it made your eyes swim, like it wasn't meant to be seen. She seemed to be the only one able to see it. But she knew it was real. The gruesome images of mangled bodies it had left in it's wake were not just nightmares.
She shot it three times, and it was gone, but not for long.
She tore out the door, not glancing back. Bailey whinnied as she untethered him, he could feel it too. She swung up onto the horse and they put the tiny cabin on the horizon.
Hooves sailed across the grassy hills of the moors. The land stretched in front of them, folding like the red velvet drapes of her childhood home.
She thought to her first encounter with that horror. Those burgundy curtains turned bright red, seeping with blood.
She wished it was just a nightmare.