Naatz

Title: Hold Still
By: naatz
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/pairings: Ruby(/Sam), Dean, Lilith.
Genre: Het, angst
Length: ~650 words; complete
Spoilers/warnings: 4x22 – “Lucifer Rising” / Language, allusions to torture, canon character death.
Betas: Written for spn_las, no betas allowed. See self-shredding and public edting/meta here. Concrit welcome!
Disclaimer: SPN does not belong to me, alas. :)

Summary: Ruby finds Sam pathetic, alone, and drunk.

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Title: Last One Standing
By: naatz
Rating: PG
Fandom: Supernatural
Genre: gen, drama
Length: ~600 words; complete
Spoilers/warnings: 5x20 – “The Devil You Know” / none.
Betas: None. If you catch a mistake or have some sort of concrit, let me know and I’ll see what can be done. :)

Summary: 5x20 episode coda. “I’m so, so sorry for your loss,” Becky kept going. “Brady was a great friend. I was always so sad that we drifted away.”


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Title: [untitled]
By: naatz
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist -> Mirrorworld by ketita
Characters: Hei/Ed {Alfons Heidrich/Edward Elric}
Genre: Utter, shameless fluff.
Length: ~1,000 words; complete
Summary: Ed liked the rain.
Betas: None.
Warnings: Pure, shameless fluff? Also, I don't know the canon that well. Based on ketita's fanfic Mirrorworld.
Notes: You can find the commentary here.

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For Anna, who was supposed to be 20 today.

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Most Likely We Weren't

They say she is gone
and that sounds funny,
Because she's very much still here.
Her face is as clear as day,
and still, so memorable,
as if I only saw her
yesterday.

Her eyes sparkle,
with mirth, with sadness,
A crooked smile at her lips.
Her head, cocked to one side,
and her hands --
they do not tremble.

There is everything wrong with being dead,
that she knows,
but always, its allure is so much stronger.

She is the girl of my dreams,
Lovely and clean,
She cares for us all, but not for herself
We might have been wrong, most likely we weren't,
and she really did want it all just to end.

And when it does, I am told,
my eyes are a little bit brighter, and
my pallor, it's now closer in colour to ashen.

She is right here,
I try to tell them,
and they smile, sadly,
and listen;
They nod their heads and tell me then,
Of course, my dear,
that she will not be forgotten.

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Title: and he'll be smiling
By: naatz
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Original
Genre: Science fiction, romance, angst; very definitely not in that order.
Length: ~1,700 words; complete
Summary: The end of the world: The day before, the radio signal died. That day, the lights go out. The day after, Dani will fall in love. A study of hopelessness.
Betas: acid, missy_chan
Warnings: 1) My version of angst. That means angst. 2) Beware of the style. I've reverted back to experimentalism.
Notes: Sat in my head for ages. Amusingly the inspiring scene didn't survive research, but it's close enough. Also, first story after a block of two years.
Acknowledgement: Missy's mum, for terminology help.


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To write down the perfect poem
I wished;
to be able to calm this persistent itch.
To stop thinking,
To let go,
stop aspiring to move forward,
and for just this once, actually be able to do just so.
Never had putting pen to paper been this unsatisfying,
never going this slow or allowing such blatant lying.
Ripping out words without any feelings, only wishes,
makes this:
Ars poetica
at its most desperate.


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Israel-Gaza conflict, January 2009.

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Please,
don't be afraid.
Look at me -- this is what we have.
We are safe,
don't be afraid,
Lean on me.

Please,
look at me,
Know that we
are just as strong.
None of this,
is what it seems.
Let me show you what it means.

Lean on me,
and hold my hand.
You are brave --
don't be afraid.

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A/N: Amazing! I'm not dead yet!

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It's not a question of what or who
or when,
or whether it happened at all.
It's a question of what you do with it,
now that it's gone.

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Pay attention to the old
Their life is long
and rather painful,
Do be warned -
They're stripped from skin
and worn from stones,
Be afraid -
their stories are perfect weapons.

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A year since it's ended.

The soldiers are still gone.

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Silence
they say,
and their breathing is loud.
Keep Still
they order,
hands shaking as they hold their guns.

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