#fanpoetry

[revenantpoet]

JENEORA ROCK

Trigun Poetry

To bloom as a weed Is to be tough Is to be stubborn Is to be resilient You grow out of rubble and rock Your roots tough and sturdy No matter the wind howling No matter the storms that rip through No matter the boots that tread on you Rough beginnings create a tough life They make or break you And if they make you Oh honey, look how you shine Look how you bend your head for no man No creature your master No hand holding your leash Let your fangs show Let your claws stay sharp Let your stubbornness be your rock But remember Sway when the wind blows So you don’t break Let your head turn To follow the light of the sun And count your blessings While you’ve still got them

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[voldiebuns]

The Mating Run by reeby10 Word Count: 132 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Poetry, Free Verse Summary:

The forest echoes with footfalls — running, leaping, escaping, searching

[afterreign]

it's what you make of it fandom: no home summary: A concrete poem about that high school dormitory deep, deep, deep in the forest and the ones who haunt it. text preview:

it is not what it is but what you make of it when you scrub the floor with scuffed hands or meticulously cook a breakfast for one, then two, then three [...]

[heretherebedork]

The wind and the candlelight dance Beneath cloud and rain and storm And what the wind knows Is that the world is big and cold But the candlelight is warm

Candlelight flickers and fades But comes back beneath cupped fingers To play with the wind again To let his flames be fanned Growing braver Dancing brighter

Yet the wind will always be drawn To the shimmer of the southern lights To the colors and the brilliance they offer And the memories of that place Colors that the wind cannot dim Calling to the storm simply By shining By healing

Sought by many Found by one By rain

The dance of the candlelight Is easily overlooked For the brilliance of the lights That dance in the rain But southern lights do not dance for wind When the rain is still falling

Wind blows without thought When the lights have dimmed And in the darkness And amidst the lightning In the sparks of anger It is only too easy

To overlook

A single candle

Until the darkness comes And the wind cannot bring back the light

[sillysoliloquyshits]

I wanted to sleep early last night, but God and Saint Valentine had other plans and made me stay up till 1am plus to write this ineffable husbands contrapuntal poem that's also Ocean-Vuong-core, an idea I've already been having for some time >:))

Artist: Roberto Ferri

Enjoy this nuclear bomb dropped on your sanity guys 😇😈

[tddott]

Illness

slight tw for vomit mention

I hate it when you get sick

When you lay in my bed, after I've been the one to drive all day

The way you you sigh loudly, like a temperamental child, whining at every bump, every jolt 

Your head hurts, you feel hot, you feel cold

Your hungry, you want to vomit- you scramble for a bag and I have to listen to you empty your stomach contents as I focus on the road

You whine for food, water, a cigarette- somehow you manage to still crave nicotine even in this state

Eventually, I pull over at a gas station to restock and to get you more medicine 

I don’t buy the cigarettes 

When I return you are still in my bed, curled up- quiet

Your tired blue eyes track me as I place your medicine down, some water, light snacks

You don't want any of it, instead you call my name

You call for me, your arms outstretched and needing- you crave my touch more then the nicotine or medicine

I don’t want to get sick. I have more driving to do. But you look at me with such longing eyes I bend

Crawling into bed with you, it's cramped, we have to huddle close to not fall out. Your body is hot, your fever riddled head nestled into my neck

Your fingers painted with chipped black paint gripping the back of my shirt, holding onto dear life. I run my hands through your hair, noticing your mohawk is fading

I wonder when we will have to dye your hair again, probably when you are healthy 

Eventually you fall asleep in my arms, your body rising and falling with each breath you take

I can’t help but wonder to myself, has anyone else held you like this before? Has anyone else laughed with you as green hair dye stained my sink, helped you paint your nails, smoked a cigarette with you as we talked about life and music or whatever came to us?

It’s not worth focusing on right now, because you are sick.

And we have a long drive ahead of us.

[magiciansfanworksextravaganza]

Time to WARM UP!

WARM UP

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[eliotqueliot]

Mosaic Haiku, Chapter 16

This chapter of Mosaic Haiku is dedicated to exploring the theme "Home" for Week 1 of the 2025 Welcome Home! Magicians fanworks event of @magiciansfanworksextravaganza

Everything about the Mosaic screams "home" to me. Even beyond the Mosaic, Queliot itself is for me all about Eliot and Quentin finding home in one another…and especially building a home together, during their Mosaic lives. Their own definition of what—and whom—home meant changed as the years passed, most markedly—and consciously—in their early years, but certainly continuing to expand, as their grandchildren took a large place in their hearts. But beyond all else, ultimately, their home is one another. (A sentiment echoed in Lev's books.)

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Welcome! I'm writing a series of haiku about the Mosaic! Disclaimer, I don't own any of these images (they're from the TV series adapted from Lev Grossman's series, The Magicians, which aired on SyFy). I'm just writing about them, ekphrastic style (seeing the image is an important reference when reading the poem, so I wanted to group them together). To read more about the project, the form, my author's notes (including a few more haiku), and to eventually see the paintings and drawings I'm making of these scenes (often with greater visibility/lighting or other small changes), please visit the page for this chapter at AO3 (link below). Note: I'm slowly making the art, so please stay tuned for that as each piece is done! Either way, I hope you'll enjoy these reflections on the best episode of TV (The Magicians, Season 3, Episode 5, “A Life in the Day”) and my favorite ship, Quentin Coldwater/Eliot Waugh!

Mosaic Haiku (with Art) - Chapter 16 - EliotQueliot - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

(Please also find some cool images for "A Life in the Day" at Getty and SyFy.)

Any haiku without a name above it means it's from both their points of view. (I've only marked "Both" on one set due to it following Quentin's POV with no picture break.) Asterisks between verses mean that these are actually separate poems designed to accompany the same picture, from the same viewpoint, unless a change is marked. Viewpoint changes (sometimes for the same picture) are indicated with the character's name in bold.

Mosaic Haiku, Chapter 16

Quentin

They don’t see me. One small moment, two pleated parents absorbed in our child

Years only matter for the memories we share: closer every day Every wrinkle maps patterns of you I love: don’t erase a lifeline We started so young. Hope, despair: would we succeed, go home? Or want to? Harmony, two hearts as one, tile board the right place to lie back and love Our life’s work, worth each tile: we lock together, our pattern complete Our lives work: full, good, our best. We belong. Mark me down for a lifetime. The older we get, the lighter our hearts: fear not, we get to keep this.

Quentin The beauty of all life: sunrise, Eliot’s soft kiss, a child named Teddy * * * Teddy learns his tiles: serious family business. He's the secret sauce. Creative hands, curious mind, child's wonder: he sees things truly. He'll solve it for sure: if an answer exists, it's coming from my kid. Teddy's why we're here: magic is a world with him: our home, joy in life.

Eliot Here’s my Teddy break. Deep into our quest, I have everything I need In the maze of my life, how did I find my way here? Magic square marked home.

Eliot Simply joyous love: My darling son, you make me Belong, know I’m home.

Quentin We’re on vacation from technology: like Brakebills, without the stress. Magic land, promise and hope. Surely two smart guys can solve a puzzle. Simple life’s not bad: worries? I focus on tiles. Best part: I have you.

Clock. We got so old. Spellbound with you, I failed to hear the ticking * * * Solve the tiles, go “home.” Lose it all: Teddy, grandkids, lives built together. Our great purpose haunts us now. Our lives before: dread. Don’t make us leave home. * * * Clock. We got so old. Spellbound with you, I failed to hear the ticking

Quentin Don’t sleep without me I’ll never drift off alone Hold me one more time * * * [Upon giving Eliot his flask] Wait for me. Don’t move on. To brave the Underworld tedium—take this. * * * What’s home without you? Our love’s the key. Bitter trade: this tile is fool’s gold.

Eliot It didn’t work. It’s not whisking me home. Unless… These tiles are comfy. Quentin You stretch out on tiles, arms spread wide, craving comfort giving me ideas

Quentin More frustrating than endless Rubik’s Cube tile game: will El make a move? Eliot Best view in the house. Sure, Q. I’ll draw the picture, stash it in my heart.

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First and last year? Home’s a distant memory. You’re my priority now.

(About Eliot)

El’s soft, wondering— Doors opening: could he be mine? Let this be the night

(About Quentin)

See it in his eyes: Q smiles with purpose: Drink up, Be brave, kiss your man. * * * (Both) Tried so hard. Our art’s No good? Beauty’s here. We decide: Choose a love that lasts. * * * “Art’s long. Life is short.” Ours, reversed: daily patterns, Long, beautiful lives.

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No one’s leaving. Let’s Make this home for all: love Settling in—not settling.

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Mosaic Haiku (with Art) - Chapter 16 - EliotQueliot - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

[wizardofarles]

KILLER

Your father is dead

And you’re still trying to kill him

“It’s what he would do”

It’s what he did to you

But he was a thousand feet tall

And you’re still so small—you’re not even real

You’re screaming at the sea

As if you can stop the waves

From the slow meal they make of the shore

But you’re not the water

You’re the sand

Rock ground down over centuries

Broken into a million pieces; you’re all apart

The violence of your death hides behind

The slowness of it

The erosive hand of the water holds you

And it feels like love when you let it

Your father is your killer

And you’re still trying to love him

Because that is all you know

You have to be a killer

[revenantpoet]

Hallowboned: Chapter Seventeen

An angel AU narrative poetry fic

Rating: Teen Pairing: Vashwood Summary:

It’s not every day That you watch a fucking angel Fall out of the fucking sky Nicholas D. Wolfwood Wouldn’t exactly call himself a superstitious man (Despite being raised Catholic A dubious choice for any parent to make Or, in his case Orphanage to make) But watching a human-shaped body Tumble down out of the heavens And leave a small crater in the street below Well, it does something to you And all he had wanted was a late-night smoke

Excerpt:

Vash steps in front of Wolfwood So quick Wolfwood can’t even see him move (So much for being wasted) “What are you doing here?” Vash’s tone is ice Wolfwood’s never heard anything like it Not from his angel’s mouth “Well, that’s no way to treat your older brother, Is it?” Older brother? Angels are born and all that mortal crap? There's an order and different ages to them all? Not a dawn of the universe kinda thing? Wolfwood glances over Vash’s shoulder The man doesn't look unlike Vash He's about the same height And his hair is pale But that’s about all Wolfwood can make out in the dim light Except  Maybe A dim glimmer Where wings might be

[voldiebuns]

Constellations by reeby10 Word Count: 158 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: POV Derek Hale, Poetry, Pining Summary:

There are constellations on your skin and I want to trace their paths and taste each star.

[coolunspokenforname]

So, I may or may not be working on a FrankenStan poem... I'm not sure if I should post it though, since I'm not the best at poetry, and my AO3 is all prose. Also it probably makes Stan OOC. Anyway, here's the start, to see if anyone's interested:

When I woke up you were there Standing at my bedside Your hands were bloodied And held the scalpel Eyes wide, breathing hard

[niseag-arts]

anyone here want to read my MTG or WH40K themed poetry?

[sandwich2451]

jess mariano s2e16 inspired this (i was on the verge of writing a whole ass story but it's late) and yes this is peak x reader poetry i dont know what got into me to stoop this low but the self insert is evident i think

poets

the candlelight flickers in the silent

night (o holy night). it is quiet.

two souls reach out to one another.

- I've never understood poetry.

his voice is rough, uneven, corroded.

hers is sweeter, but evenly eroded.

- i write. you only need patience for it.

theirs wears thinner by the second.

his laugh is hard like the plates

they threw at snowed in gates

he steals her eyes, her mouth, her heart.

- maybe your poetry I'll understand.

her laugh is honey. on the money.

used at the right time on the right mind.

- you wouldnt get through the first stanza.

the candle dies and he relights it.

she settles into the couch and he joins her.

the night is silent (o holy night) and yet

the moon shines bright on the souls.

- write something for me.

- my notebooks are full of you already.

two souls find each other

with careful hands, feeling for words.

she gives him hers.

[randomness-is-my-order]

my shikanaru fics: a masterlist

listen, shikanaru was, is and will probably always be my otp so i’m just gonna start the long and tedious task of documenting my fic links for this ship. (fml but i NEED to wrangle everything into some form of organised chaos so bear with me). i’ve apparently written seventeen stories with them, which is both a smaller number than i’d thought and yet genuinely a baffling amount. note that while this ship features abundantly in my work, the primary focus of the story is not always on the development of their relationship.

i will mark my personal favourites with a “🖤” because yes, i do not love all my babies equally. i discriminate. some are just more dear to me, okay?

note: shikanaru is the default main/primary ship in these stories. the other ships mentioned are automatically the side-ships or the shared-spotlight pairings.

from oldest to newest ↓

1. twist in time: surprise surprise, it is a time travel fic. hokage naruto goes back into his younger body. changes everything. my first fic ever. if you tell me to sell this to you, i will probably lovingly insult the writing instead. still, it’s got pre-relationship shikanaru and they just mostly banter (naruto banters alot in general) | 91k words | complete | 40/40 | sequel is on hiatus | bamf!naruto, canon divergence, sasusaku | rated T |

🖤 2. swiggles: a quintessential sealmaster naruto fic where i’ve quite frankly gone a bit wild with the lore and the plentiful doodles. naruto makes friends, makes seals, makes some more friends. shikamaru is basically his best friend, along with sakura. obito returns to the village in this au but only after naruto’s already in the academy. speaking of, this fic, as of the last chapter, has only just reached graduation so it’s heavy on the pre-canon storyline. personally, developing the friend group in this, as well as the sweet, almost childish yet meaningful bond between shikanaru was very enjoyable for me | 83k words | incomplete, on hiatus | 19/? | eventual fuuinjutsu master!naruto, slow burn, fluff + humor, sakuino | rated T |

3. feelings? what are those?: just a short, silly oneshot about my favourite throuple, shikasasunaru. wrote this as a giftfic while twist in time was still a wip. it’s about naruto forcing shikamaru and sasuke to not be emotionally opaque peanuts | 4.7k words | non-oblivious!naruto, idiots in love | rated M |

4. the words tattooed on my soul: this is a fanpoetry fic. one poem from shikamaru’s pov who apparently writes plenty of these and stores them in a shoebox which he, ofcourse, hides under his bed | 172 words | poet!shikamaru | rated T |

5. the dance of destiny: platonic soulmates sasunaru and best friends shikasaku. sakura and shika leave the village to train with tsunade and years later, return so that sakura can become the hokage—she’s a champion of the civilians, basically. meanwhile, naruto has thoughts and feelings about this, given his own dream of taking the kage mantle. these four meet and their destinies (hah!) intermingle, much like an off-tempo waltz on the dancefloor (hah! again). shikamaru apparently has an asshole dad—shikaku—in this because that was what the muse wanted | 7.4k words | 2/? | incomplete | bamf!everyone | sasusaku | rated M |

🖤 6. colors of you: a lighthearted oneshot about shikamaru discovering that the village vandal painting konoha in all sorts of ridiculous murals is, infact, naruto and joining him on one of his escapades. this was written for a prompt challenge hosted on r/fanfiction actually. had a fun time writing this story. i really like how their dynamic turned out | ~4k words | pov shikamaru | rated M |

7. all in good time: another time travel fic about a burnt-out twenty-year old naruto finding himself back as an academy student after becoming estranged with konoha 12 in the og timeline following a failed jounin exam in which he ended up being the cause for shikamaru getting injured and scarred. this one’s more angsty, with a gentler naruto who’s a little sick of his life as a chunin. i really want to write and complete this story one day, because the storyboarding for the plot is a bit different than my usual fare | 13k words | 3/? | incomplete | alternate universe + time travel, slow burn | rated M |

🖤 8. the stories we never shared: a fic wherein naruto leaves konoha the night before graduation and years later, tsunade assembles a mission squad of seven to go after him, to protect him and offer him refuge, as a response to their knowledge about akatsuki and their plans to target jinchiruukis. this is also a shikasasunaru poly fic. it’s much slower and extremely interpersonal. i’m trying to develop and juggle different relationships and friendships with due regard. this fic also possibly has one of my favourite versions of naruto i’ve ever written. shikamaru is the mission leader and he shares a mutually contentious relationship with sasuke | 27k words | 4/? | incomplete | bamf!naruto, threeway povs, slowburn | rated M |

🖤 9. being known: a 5+1 fic about naruto and shikamaru sharing various conversations as they grow up and how their friendships ends up becoming something much much more. i’ve probably re-read this work the most because this is how i imagine shikanaru at their most grounded. they’re alike in so many ways beyond the superficial differences and it’s always a fun task to coax those commonalties out. it’s also non-linear | 18k words | 6/6 | complete | getting together, pov!shikamaru, pov!naruto.

10. blood of the covenant; water of the womb: my take on the arranged marriage trope. shikamaru is heir of the nara clan that resides in suna. shikaku is kazekage. naruto is heir of the uzumaki clan which is the closest thing to royalty in the shinobi world. to stop the prolonged conflict between konoha and suna, their marriage is proposed as a means for amicable ceasefire | 4k words | 1/? | incomplete | bamf!shikanaru, enemies to friends to lovers, politics | rated M |

🖤 11. naruto’s very eminent, very influential babysitters: naruto is raised communally amongst all the clans of konoha, on shikaku’s suggestion. mostly a humorous and fluffy fic and has the least amount of shikanaru, tbh. since they are, you know, babies. as of the last chapter, though, shikamaru has begun to have certain sorts of awakening. naruto is an absolute gremlin child here, chaos-maker extraordinaire. features interpersonal clan lore and many many side characters | 25k words | 5/7 | incomplete | fluff + humor, pre-canon, crack treated seriously | rated T |

12. the triad hypothesis: yet another poly shikasasunaru fic. they’re rogue ninjas together, trying to bind together resources and manpower to oppose danzo who has taken over konoha as hokage | 3k words | 1/? | incomplete | bamf!shikasasunaru, pov multiple, rebellion, politics | rated M |

🖤 13. twelfth guardian: naruto is sent to the daimyo’s mansion for his “safety”. shikamaru arrives there after becoming jounin, as one of the twelve ninja guardians. plot ensues in the background (conspiracy against the hokage, betrayals, etc.) while they fall in love after getting to know each other. this is my recent darling fic. i’ve drawn some art for it which is not just shitty doodling, i swear. i just have to sit and complete the third part so i can mark it as finished. it’s one fic where i’ve dug deep into shikamaru’s psyche and really enjoyed it | 20k words | 2/3 | incomplete | bamf!naruto, bamf!shika, multiple ocs, pov shikamaru | rated M |

🖤 14. if you shall permit it, i’d like to smooch your brain: another 5+1 crack treated seriously fic in which a raging sapiosexual shikamaru finds naruto irresistible because he’s sort of an unconventional genius. it’s majorly a fic about boys of konoha 12 hanging out together, gallivanting. also non-linear and imo, quite funny | 21k words | 6/6 | complete | pov!shikamaru, smart!naruto, crack treated seriously | rated T |

15. मैं और तुम (me and you): my first ever hindi fanfic about shikamaru and naruto spending some time together. that’s it, lol. my capacity to write longform hindi stuff is extremely limited | 557 words | complete | shayar!naruto | rated G |

16. anbu’s infamous throuple: as the name suggests, this is, obviously, another shikasasunaru poly fic in which they’re all anbu members. it is an epistolary fic and also sort of crackish. sasuke and shikamaru are friends but naruto has a hate-your-guts mutually antagonistic dynamic with sasuke while he gets along quite well with shikamaru. naruto is a squad captain, sasuke is his liaison officer which is totally a real position and not something i created for plot purposes. shikamaru is a communications specialist | 1.8k words | 1/5 | incomplete | bamf!everyone, anbu!shikasasunaru, epistolary fic | rated M |

that concludes the list. the seventeeth fic is actually the sequel to twist in time. i will regularly update this masterlist, as and when new updates/fics are put up!

if any of this sounds like your cup of tea, read on and enjoy! <3

made on: 16/03/25

last updated: 18/03/25

[jahaliel]

even a goddess can bleed

sometimes though wisdom

plants her feet and says

no

i will not back down though

it may break me look at me

see my conviction to help

recklessness for a friend

a counter to ruthlessness

see me fight see me crawl

see me bleed for my desire

i am a goddess

bleeding but i

will not

give

in