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Stargate Atlantis, Ronon Dex/Evan Lorne, pairing Ronon's poetry with Evan's art

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Any, Any,

He was friendly and kind, he was honest and willin'.
But a feller folks lots of times felt just like killin'
(Bruce Kiskaddon, He Didn't Belong)

Edited Date: 2018-05-01 02:28 pm (UTC)

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any, any
because everything and everyone should get a chance
to be mourned, and they got theirs,
but first they had to die, which is life
The Symbolic Life by Hayan Charara

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High School Musical, Chad Danforth/Ryan Evans, Ryan finds a love poem Chad wrote to him

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MCU, Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson
may you kiss
the wind then turn from it
certain that it will
love your back
blessing the boats by Lucille Clifton

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The Magicians, Kady Orloff-Diaz/Julia Wicker
Every day I pray like a dog
in the mirror and relish the crux
of my hurt. We know Lilith ate
the bones of her enemies. We know
a bitch learns to love her own ghost.
All of Us by Erika L. Sánchez

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any, any, spoken word poetry

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams,

I like to touch your tattoos in complete
darkness, when I can’t see them. I’m sure of
where they are, know by heart the neat
lines of lightning pulsing just above
your nipple, can find, as if by instinct, the blue
swirls of water on your shoulder where a serpent
twists, facing a dragon.
(Kim Addonizio, First Poem for You)

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay,

He had green eyes,
so I wanted to sleep with him—
green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool-
You could drown in those eyes, I said.
(Richard Siken - Little Beast)

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes,

He was a boy when first we met;
His eyes were mixed of dew and fire,
And on his candid brow was set
The sweetness of a chaste desire:
But in his veins the pulses beat
Of passion, waiting for its wing,
(Bayard Taylor, Love Returned)

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay,

Beautiful blue eyes
Always haunting me
...teasing me
Reminding me of what I want...can't have
(Grace Hays, Beautiful Blue Eyes)

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Stargate Atlantis, Ronon Dex (+/ any),

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
(William Ernest Henley - Invictus)

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard, “Ozymandias” by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson,

Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart.
(Khalil Gibran - The Prophet [Friendship])

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MCU, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Whatever happens with us, your body
will haunt mine.

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Any, Any, Our often-misunderstood kind of love is dangerous

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Merlin BBC, Arthur Pendragon/Merlin, they read poems to each other.

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DC Comics, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd,
Moonlight making crosses
on your body,
and me putting my mouth on every one.

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Wonder Woman (2017), Diana Prince/Steve Trevor, Meet me there this night, beneath the sheets and moonlight; I'm waiting for you.

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evil-little-dog.livejournal.com

I've met this person so many times. :D

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evil-little-dog.livejournal.com

MCU, Tony Stark, There Was A Man Who Lived A Life Of Fire

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evil-little-dog.livejournal.com

Leverage, Sophie Devereaux, She will convince you
the corner panhandler is
the second coming of Christ.

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Any (except Buffyverse), any:
My heart expands,
'tis grown a bulge in it,
Inspired by your beauty...
Effulgent.
(Spike, Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Edited Date: 2018-05-02 01:03 am (UTC)

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Angel, Angel/Cordelia Chase:
I love you
because it’s been so good
for so long
that if I didn’t love you
I’d have to be born again
and that is not a theological statement
(Nikki Giovanni, “Resignation”)

Edited Date: 2018-05-02 01:07 am (UTC)

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams:
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?
(Percy Bysshe Shelley, “Love’s Philosophy")

Edited Date: 2018-05-02 01:11 am (UTC)

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Any, Any:
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
(Maya Angelou, “Still I Rise”)

Edited Date: 2018-05-02 01:10 am (UTC)

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Any, any m/m:
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
(W.H. Auden, “Funeral Blues”)

Edited Date: 2018-05-02 01:12 am (UTC)

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There were some things that John Sheppard and the Atlantis fanbase didn’t see eye to eye on.

For example, many of them thought that his hair was so adorable, the way it always sticks up and looks messy, it’s to die for, he’s so devil-may-care! In reality, John’s stylist could not find a single product that made his hair stay in place. It didn’t matter how long-lasting a gel or mousse was supposed to be, his hair would be back to its normal, cow-licked self within twenty minutes.

It was annoying, and John hated listening to the constant complaints from his stylist, but at least the fans seemed to love it. So, he dealt with it - maybe one day he’d tame his beastly hair and surprise everyone.

One thing that John and the fans could agree on, however, was that Rodney McKay’s eyes were perfect, dreamy, and so, so blue.

That fact always caught John off guard at the worst possible moments, too.

Filming a dance practice - Rodney’s gaze locking on to his. They crossed paths in the choreography and both of them smiled. Both of them missed their marks.

At a photoshoot - John’s session finished, and Rodney’s just beginning. John found himself staring as Rodney shifted back and forth between smoldering and shy, blue eyes burning and half-lidded. Evan had practically dragged him away to go get food.

Now, while brushing his teeth at the end of another exhausting day - Rodney sneaking up behind him and grabbing at John’s hips to startle him. He looked into Rodney’s playful puppy-dog eyes as Rodney snaked his arms around John’s stomach and gave him a light squeeze.

Here Rodney was, standing next to him, looking at John’s reflection in the mirror as he began to brush his teeth. And all John wanted to do was shut out the world - the fans, the managers, the company, even the music, just to have Rodney all to himself.

No more girls to coo over Rodney.

Just John.

Instead, John rinsed his mouth out and spat in the sink.

The thing about living with a person, training with them, being with them every single day, hour, minute, and second of your life, is that you developed a bond, a familiarity that no one else could share. Sure, John was comfortable with Evan, Ronon, and Aiden. But Rodney...

This was different. But it couldn’t be anything more than what it was now.

Groupmate. Roommate. Friend. Crush.

But John could push up against those boundaries every once in a while.

As Rodney continued brushing his teeth, John took a few steps toward him until he was standing right behind Rodney, John’s body pressing up against Rodney’s back just barely. He rested his chin on Rodney’s shoulder and his hands went to Rodney’s waist.

He felt Rodney’s body stiffen for a moment before relaxing.

“You know,” John began, “they’re right about one thing.”

“Who’s right about what?” Rodney mumbled through a mouth full of toothpaste suds.

John smiled at Rodney’s reflection in the mirror. “You really do have beautiful eyes.”

Rodney chuckled, his cheeks turning a gentle pink. He leaned forward to spit out toothpaste and rinse his mouth clean. Then Rodney stood up straight and turned around, his face just a few inches from John’s.

“Yeah? Well, I think your hair is fantastic. Stop trying to fix it.”

“Tell my stylist that.”

Rodney grinned, ran a hand through John’s hair and giggled as it stubbornly stayed in place.

“Maybe tomorrow. Now, we sleep like we’re dead.”

Rodney patted John’s shoulder and walked out of the bathroom. John followed him, but turned back to look at himself in the mirror before turning off the lights.

If Rodney liked his hair, maybe the fans were right about it after all.

Edited Date: 2018-05-02 03:47 am (UTC)

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nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com

Well, that was just too cute. I like how John and Rodney are distracted by each other, in each other's space, pushing past those just-friends boundaries, but John doesn't quite seem to notice Rodney's doing it, is only aware of it in himself - and wants to go for it. I can also see how John would be self-conscious about his hair despite the fans liking it, and it's super cute that he's pleased about his hair once he discovers Rodney likes it.

TOO CUTE!

Well done.

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Aww, poor John! The pining! I can see his dilemma, how taking that one extra step might throw off the dynamic of the group. Especially since they already spend every waking moment together, pretty much.

Looooove the casual touchy-feely stuff between them. Which again is born of all the time they spend together, how close they all are as friends and bandmates.

Thank you so much for this bittersweet fill! I love it!

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nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com

But I love that poem.

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nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com

But I also love that poem, and it makes me cry!

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Yeah, I feel like John would always find an excuse for Rodney being flirty or affectionate, instead of accepting it at face value. Silly, cute boys.

I'm glad you liked it. :)

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Ugh, the pining! Maybe I'll write something extra fluffy for our boys next time. Also, yes, the casual touching slays me, intimate but not quite romantic in nature. Affection is a fickle beast.

I'm so glad you loved it! Thanks for a great prompt!

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Well, after you posted a prompt for John's eyes I had to counter with one for Rodney's. So...thank you! LOL!

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Thanks! I was looking for something that mentioned the ocean for these guys and happened to stumble across that poem.

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Me too! LOL!

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Thanks! It's been in my backlog of prompts for a bit, so I'm glad I got a chance to bring it out on poetry day.

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Supernatural ,Claire Novak/Jack Kline ,he writes poems for her

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Supernatural,Benny/samandirel, writes him love poems

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Shadowhunters ,alec lightwood/jace horndale, your write poems

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Buffyverse ,Angel/spike , you wrote poems about me

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Supernatural,Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester you can't write poems

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likewinning.livejournal.com

Jason has a lot of scars.

Dick knew that, of course. They all did. Even when Jason was just a fifteen-year-old kid, mouthy and brash and loyal to a fault, you'd get a good look at him and see every headcase villain who got a little too close.

But these ones are -

These ones are new.

"Quit starin' at me," Jason says. Laid out on the bed like he doesn't give a damn, but Dick felt him flinch every time he touched one of those scars, heard the way his breath caught when Dick kissed the one on his shoulder, the one on the back of his neck.

"Quit being so pretty," Dick teases, but the joke falls flat, and Dick touches him instead, runs his hand up Jason's thigh and this one, this one he knows. Harvey Dent did this one, nearly killed the kid getting Jason's femoral artery, and Dent always did have a hard-on for taking out Robins but when Dick heard about it he nearly rushed back to the city.

Didn't, though. He called Jason in the Batcave a few days later, and Jason smirked and smarmed like he hadn't just nearly died doing Bruce's work.

"Scars are cool," Jason said then, and Dick probably laughed at the time, probably made some crack about Jason making sure he ate all his vegetables.

"Dent," Jason says now. He licks his lips as Dick's fingers travel higher, guided by moonlight and some kind of bravery. "Bastard nearly took me out. Don't know if that's better or worse than a psycho clown blowing me up."

"Don't," Dick says, and Jason leans his head back, looks up at the ceiling as Dick puts his mouth to his skin.

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