Fish Sticks Episode Of South Park Free Online [Fic] Good does not always win. Original

Title: Good does not always win.

Summary: Sometimes things are going a little out of hand.

Fandom: Original .

Category | Genre : NC-14 | Police

Warnings | Notes: Violence hint of slash, a little blood here and there and people dead.

loredi as a Christmas gift because I wanted a fic where the bad beat the good, but I could not fulfill the part of the persuaded to switch to the other side because, well ... because I thought it was better that way xD

If you really want it to be passed into the other side, I promise to do an alternate ending. ^ ^

were in the HSBC (*), was six in the afternoon on a Saturday and the sun was gone pretty fast that day, so it was dark. They had arrived at the bank for about ten minutes after putting cash and people within it, had emptied the vaults completely in less than five minutes. As they say, practice makes perfect. One of the two young men thoroughly examined the vault door and seemed to find something, because then he looked at his watch impatiently and some preocupacióny quickly turned to see his partner. CHT

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"Hurry. They have a device that has already given the alarm at a nearby police station. We have 25 minutes until police arrive.

-Ok, ok, let's go.

The two young men picked up the bags of money lying at his feet and advanced toward the waiting room of the bank, neither would ma s 25 years and walked with a graceful and serious, at first glance you could tell they were not common thieves. CH TMLXC

One of them, blond hair, wearing a Colt in his right hand and yawned from time to time, the other brown-haired, constantly be accommodated black glasses, none of them seemed to be very to the work and seemed to be rather boring.

A number of people lying on the floor, apparently desperate, they did immediately at the entrance of the two, the chestnut went to the boxes and began to drain money to other exchanges. The blond looked at him attentively and tapped his fingers on the desk of one of the boxes.

-Carlo, move those arms, twenty minutes.

"Patience, boy.

The blond seemed to say something but she shook her head and smiled a little. Carlo turned to look at him and smiled back, shaking his head and pointing

the hostages. The blonde nodded and turned, at which time his smile faded and a menacing grin appeared on his face as he approached the hostages. CHTML XC Behind him Carlo smiled as she finished filling the bags of tickets, Jeremy was quite scary when he wanted to, that was clear.

The hostages seemed to quiver at the sight of the boy and the Colt

rightly so. Precious minutes passed.

-Ready Jeremy.

Jeremy turned to him and pointed out that hand sostenia the gun as he approached one of the boxes near the door next to which stood a young girl who cried in terror.

"Well, we left. If only one of you moves a finger toward the exit, they blow your brains out to each of you, "while the girl canyon, he closed his eyes and begged him not to kill her, starting with this beautiful sin ; orita, and will not have ... compassion.

blanched and Ca HostagesRLO laughed out loud, holding the bags stronger and out through the waiting room, being guarded by Jeremy sosteníaa still the girl and pointed to the hostages.

Jeremy "Fifteen minutes.

"Well, come on.

Then an agent came in the door, pointing to Carlo. Behind him came an agent, he said to Jeremy. Carlo sighed frustrido and ran a hand through his hair, wishing she had drawn his gun before, that could put complicated.

- Leave the money on the floor and stay away from the hostages, "shouted the officer as ahead of its companion and approached Jeremy .

-Cecilia, not get too close.

Jeremy laughed, a little frustrated and a little fun, a long time that nothing interesting happens & iacute; to during the robberies, and for the first time after twenty-three robberies, the police arrive in time was a fucking miracle, one of the great, and enjoy it as much thought as possible. He held the weapon and went mass the front of the girl holding in her arms, which began to shake and beg for their lives harder, and amid cries at the sight of the agents

"Your friend is quite right dear Cecilia, take a step you go through the skull Masy this cute girl, and that-a & ntilde; adio mentóny taking her from covering her mouth would be a shame.

The officer ground his teeth with rage, and Jeremy looked at with contempt and impotence. Jeremy was the kind of criminals who hated Cecilia Valdez, arrogant, cunning and cold-blooded, do not hesitate to kill the hostages if they were animals, as if instead of having in their hands the life of a person with a future With a family, they were handling a paper toy that can break at any time. Cecilia hated such people,

the HATED.

But the same is not going to risk the life of many hostage by a visceral hatred, so he stopped moving to Ely stood still a few meters.

"Well done, Ceci. Now, do not want to hurt anyone, but if you, dear ...

agent

The other officer looked at him and strengthened his hand on the gun pointed at Carlo, which Jeremy looked fun to play with players like a cat with mice. Because it sat Carlo & iacute, to eventually, when Jeremy is tired of playing eliminaríaa agents, both would leave with the money and then would go to somewhere else to take a nap fríoy tea, nothing unusual.

-David.

"Well, David," continued Jeremy with a funny face and stroking the hair of the girl at his side, who seemed to have passed out of panic, if you keep pointing to Carlo, because be a little difficult for menot do the same with your partner after killing the girl.

Carlo smiled slightly and shrugged before the inquisitive eyes of the agent, Jeremy was too revealing too many times.

"Do not lower the gun," said David Cecilia not look away from Jeremy. Jeremy frowned, and David looked at him. He resented that Carlo was in danger, annoyed, a lot. David was the prototype of police that I thought, A brave but in reality it was not, so Jeremy decided that with a little more pressure than surrender.

"That little regard you have for your life, Cecilia murmured, shaking his head is a shame, but I do not think David is going to risk the life of a wonderful person just shoot my buddy.

Cecilia glanced at David, who was torn between keeping the weapon or not,Carlo looked at Jeremy now with something very much like a quiet and amusing claim. The

friendship between those two murderers was too much to bear, could not have feelings, did not, that friendship should be a fallacy used as a screen ... But David did not know to make the gun a little shook hands and he really feared Jeremy, remembered hearing about it at the last meeting with the boss. Twenty-three armed robberies of banks known for its impenetrability. Empty vaults. Five killed in armed robbery. Not a hostage injured. Quiz &; Aacute; s would be better to let them go ...

lowered the gun a few seconds, during which Carlo smiled cheerfully and waved to Jeremy, and then in those few seconds, David, trying to get better Cecilia's eyes, decided that the world would be better with less and shot a burglar.

- No!

Jeremy screamed and fired the gun, killing the hostageand immediately turned the gun on the cop shooting straight to the front. Cecilia did not have much time to think, honestly, did not even have time to know who killed her, fell to the ground like dead weight and Jeremy got up from the ground like a spring to David, his hands and his shirt were stained the blood of the hostage, and his eyes were cloudy.

David looked without looking at the body of Cecilia, the body of his fiancee and tears fell from his eyes. Had just died, his only reason for being. And he had to avenge.

&; Nbsp;

-Mataste.a.Carlo

David Jeremy said angrily, bitterly, every nerve in his body with tensióny desire to make him suffer before killing him the unsayable.

sick David smiled and nodded as raising the gun to Jeremy. Jeremy would be launched against him and David had his finger on the trigger when another blast rang and David fell to the ground with a cry of pain.

Jeremy turned its sights ontonka, seeking the origin of the detonation. Carlo rose from the floor with a groan of pain and holding his left arm that was bleeding. David saw him approaching, aim for the head and fired again. Also could hear the whisper that released very, very short in hopes that Jeremy would not hear (

"Son of a bitch, you should have thought before attempting to kill Jeremy"

) but would not say that heard it, or at least until you run out of spending the impression of seeing a live Carlo. The mented turned and stared at him, calmly and with a giant smile on the rostro.

"Oh, what a relief that these learners can not do anything right ... What do the police do not train them? Oh, the state police, state police ...

Jeremy dropped to the floor and hid her face in her hands. The hostages screamed in terror and honestly, the guy would not and could not stand it, her nerves had reached the limit. So up the face and grit & oacutee; hostages before returning hard to hide her face in her hands,

- I'm gonna blow the fucking bank if you do not shut up!

The hostages were silent for a moment, awed by the triple murder occurred before their eyes and the tranquility of the two murderers, who have not fled . Carlo began to laugh and went over to Jeremy, kneeling and lifting up his face.

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"I'm fine. But none of them will be if we wait for the police.

Jeremy nodded and stood up, trying to overcome the surprise and relief in equal parts over him, his breathing was uneven and his eyes were red.

"Well, well ... let's go

Carlo

Carl or up the bags, but he winced when lifting with the left arm, Jeremy noticed his gesture, came and took the bags, giving the weapon. He seemed a little quieter, but laid a hand on the shoulder of Carlo by tightening a bit, like complaining about the fright had caused him to pretend to be dead, without saying a word. Carlo smiled a little to calm and felt some tenderness in the chest when Jeremy sighed in relief and lowered his hand, and more stable breathing.

Jeremy always worry about & eacute, he was clear, the fact was not to worry too much to neglecting himself (the attempt to kill David with his own hands was not very smart, Carlo rather not think about what past would have been really dead.)

-Watch over me while I go out.

Carlo nodded and looked at the hostages, who were pale as death, several women were swooning and some man had been made to mourn. Sighedand shook his head, that definitely was not the direction that things should have taken. Cursed be the moment when the agents entered, it hurt his arm (which still gushing blood, in fact, thanks to God that the agent was stupid bad shot, because otherwise ...) and she felt tired. However, at least, nothing had happened to Jeremy and that was enough goodness from the top.

The blond's voice at that time called him from outside, with some concern, and Carlo smiled at the hostages and giving a few quick steps toward the exit, not Preouse whatever cupar Jeremy spoke cheerfully.

"Have a good weekend gentlemen.

And he went out the door.

extra Notes:

(*) Y'know, the bank HSBC International,that which appears in TV commercials all the time. Just arrived in Chicago and I thought it was the

more useful for my purpose xD

Neuritis More Condition_symptoms [Fic] Without thinking

And this is my gift to my adorabilísima Mona ( vanish_hime ) Merry Christmas!

Title: Without thinking
Fandom: Prince of Tennis .
Summary: not think, just live it head.
Category: K
Warnings: Hit me but I can not do anything other than Christmas Fluff. I fucking tacky at this time of year.

He played tennis and she watched him from afar, just admiring how great he was playing and wanting to be equalhe ever. Just longing
the Volt even a second and notice her, just a second, and your day would be done. Sakuno
And it has never asked much, apetecería believe that Ryoma's may wish, that someday he would call her by name, or smiled at her, a mere smile.
But no, just think of tennis Ryoma and Sakuno is too good to hate him for not seeing her, not realizing its existence, she wants it too much to do that. Sakuno
the end would only slowly, thinking about Ryoma and go play tennis on your ownon a wall, until it began to rain and as I would not get sick then go home to sleep and then forget about Ryoma few hours before returning to school and back to thinking é l.
Sakuno did not want to go on, so I took a step and then another, slowly, to where Ryoma practiced.
If the boy noticed his presence did not say no sign of recognition, just kept practicing. And Sakuno
decided to speak, to say something because, well, it was shortly before New Year and one of his goals for that year had been overcome his shyness, he had to intentarlor first and last time.
- Ryoma-kun?
And he stopped his practice, he turned and looked at her with those eyes as yours, and the decision to Sakuno faltered a bit and wanted to run, without turning, somewhere to hide from shame; inevitably colored his cheeks.
- Ryusaki.
braids Sakuno smiled and moved a bit by the wind. Ryoma looked at her and his eyes seemed to change slightly, become more intense, the girl did not notice, tried to think what to say and not sound ridiculous.
- Merry Christmas Fe-Ryoma-kun. E
bowedTypical of her. He missed half smile that Ryoma smiled at the greeting, and did not realize how relaxed.
And it was as if Ryoma was a pointing it out.
- Thanks, Merry Christmas Ryusaki.
Sakuno smiled and walked a little, gradually, without noticing much aware of that. Before realizing he was giving a kiss on the cheek Ryoma, but he turned his head, surprised at the closeness, and their lips met.
Sakuno Ryoma back immediately and got his hat slightly, his cheeks flushed.
- Lo, sorry Ryoma-kun. Sakuno
cheeks were so red pArecio one of those Christmas ornaments that hang from trees, but looked away, truly ashamed for the first time in his life.
was his first kiss. And it was with Sakuno Ryuzaki.
The girl looked a bit and raised his racket off the floor and bowing, was tried out, but stopped after giving a couple of steps.
echoed in his head Tomoka words: advice, clever phrases (perhaps drawn from a self-help book), \u0026lt;i> "Do not think too much, just live it head and everything will make sense. "\u0026lt;/ i> \u0026lt;i> "Just say it, and feel a little more free, like you take a load off" \u0026lt;/ i>
And then he turned, a bit hesitant and worried about what going to do, but also determined to do so.
- Ryoma-kun ...
Ryoma looked at her then, trying to hide their shame, and Sakuno took a deep breath, closed his eyes, without thinking about what was going to say next. Without wanting to think about it, wanting only to live.
- Ttu I like m-long!
Ryoma choked a little, and seemed genuinely surprised. Do not say a worda.
Sakuno thought that maybe that's just live it was not given as well to girls like her and turned, ready to run and flee the scene until he got home, his eyes itched a little and feeling sad, and felt a tightness in the chest. I wanted to mourn. Ryoma
information processing still, silent as he, and the lower cap, while his face lit up as their neurons understood the approach.
And is that men are sometimes quite slow.
Sakuno then had already taken step by step walk away from the park, not wanting to run to try to be mas strong. Ryoma
realized he was leaving at the time she crossed the corner, disappearing from view. He walked behind her, trying to moderate and not run, because that definitely was not with him , but could not.
first love is always stronger than reason.
crossed the street without looking back until he perceived the girl. And the hit.
- Ryuzaki ...
His voice sounded a little breathless from the effort to run after her, but recovered at the time, and looked up to her.
Sakuno stopped and turned, his eyes were slightly red and looks & amp; iacute; want to mourn.
-Sakuno ...
Sakuno smiled a little and stared at him, as always, just waiting.
- You too ... I like you.
Sakuno just smiled more. All Christmas should be so happy.
It began to snow.

South Park Fishsticks Free

Brazil has accepted the Protocol of Peace, Security and Cooperation in South America commonly known as the proposal of not-at-Arms Race.

The 10/11 Enrique Cornejo presented the proposal to Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva with a letter of Alan García, after reading the letter and the proposal expressed support Lula approaches Alan García.

DISCLAIMER: Just this once, and presentation ó No star for all: this is not mine. (* Gets depressed *) The fanoficiales belong to their respective creators and APH also belongs to its creator. Instead this story if I belong. =)

Title: And Luciano accepted.

F Andom: Latin Hetalia

Category: PG / K

Summary: How the Lucianor accepted. Of how Mr. Garcia convinced Mr. Lula. And how Enrique * proved to be effective in its mission.

Love, Couples, Miguel + Luciano.

Warnings: Policy.

Notes: I think with the excitement I forgot to mention that they have sent four ministers to different parts of South America, one of the ministers is Mercedes Araoz, who I have already mentioned, another one is the operator dand Transport and Communications: Enrique Cornejo, that is who I will mention here because it is guilty of bringing the news that Brazil has joined the PSC Protocol.

Dedicated to lunineko because Luciano asked me / Michael, but could not with that I made one with hints Miguel Luciano + xD. Nevertheless I hope you like your Christmas present

I know I repeat ad nauseam, and I will not forget they do not say anything xD or escribe anything with intent to offend. So ... no offense.

You know I love you all. ^ ^

His boss had said this morning that Miguel came in the morning with one of his ministers, a certain Henry Cor ... something. And he had said that they brought with them a very interesting proposal that would have the pleasure to dine once known. CHT MLXC

had been given the luxury of adding it was a proposal worthy of attention, and to add sour turkey had told him that Michael probably would tell, but expected Doing so not to save the news.

Well, Luciano wanted to know it now, now, because it itched so curious to know what brought Lula mystery regarding the proposal, what would it cost to tell?

Anyway, now you only get the truth was Peru, which sits on the couch at home seemed unwilling hablate the issue until Henry came back with the final news.

-Miguel, tell me.

Miguel laughed and shook his head, trying to watch TV over Luciano (which was very difficult because Luciano was taller than him).

"Then, that" My Sin "ends today.

Luciano was silent. He knew nothing about the novel and it was better to keep quiet before you give to Michael for telling all and full of details about a series thatreally not interested.

After a few minutes of silence, during which time after watching the special chapter, Michael changed the channel and started channel surfing, starting to get bored, missing hours for the chapter.

until he found a football match.

Luciano in other circumstances would have left your doubts and everything and would sit next to Peru to enjoy the game, but now more urgent matters demanded his attention (That sounded too weird The policy could not compete withfootball.)

No, actually no, he struggled lasted less than three minutes and went to sit next to Peru, watching the game and shouting from time to time a good move.

not have remembered the "proposal" but the match was over so quickly.

Miguel already disponíaa continue zapping, but this time Luciano da Silva did not allow it. He took control and stopped watching television, turning it off quickly.

Miguel grunted a little.

"Hey, they were going to Big Fish.

Luciano veered eyes and sat down at the Peruvian determined to get information one way or another. But if Michael was stubborn, it was because it really was.

-Dime.

-No.

"Come on Michael ... and I teach Capoeira. Miguel

bit her lovely lipsworship (Luciano blocked that thought quickly before it causes the damage of the case), and hesitation seemed then to say more firmly.

-Enrique will tell.

Luciano pursed lips with some discomfort, how much could cost the world will tell you what happened there? Miguel chuckled, he would say at that moment for her to stay calm, but wanted to wait a bit.

And Luciano already a bit exasperated, anxiousknow what happened. So I tried again.

"Come on, tell me ..." and in doing so use whatever approached some Miguel, this became a bit nervous (" not? ) and moved away.

"As Enrique calls.

Well, it was best to wait until they arrived. Luciano came a little more, with his face inches from Peru.

"Well, I say. CH TMLXC

Luciano again tranquil place, smiling triumphantly.

"It's the same proposal for which I went to Martin last week.

Luciano nodded.

- But, Lula and did not accept this?

(

Bah, so many things and Overture to be the same proposal he had heard all week. Seriously Luc, " I had notcrossed his mind? )

Michael ríea laughter to see the face of disappointment Luciano, partly can understand, like when Mercedes told her he wanted her company for something interesting and ended up in a plane listening to her talk (Also part of relief in his laugh, because Brazil is attached to the proposal and because, well, for if). Luciano looks askance at the beginning a little disappointed and then laughing at him too. Admits, is something funny so disappointed.

CHT

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like that time Michael told him about the Jesuits, chocolate buns and gold doubloons. Luciano was looking forward to these chocolates, then were only given with chocolates. Michael had laughed as, shockingly, after explaining that this had happened to a time and no longer happening. Eventually they finished laughing and had both , an order another box of chocolate Jesuit. "Just in case" he had said Miguel laughing.

) [*]

remain silent after laugh and feel a little strange silence, both smiling, remembering that a lot has happened, good and bad, but after all, together.

looked Miguel Luciano, the Peruvian was the same as always: confident and happy. Tranquil, surrounded by the aura so he, full of interesting things. (That reminds Luciano should visit the Amazon soon.)

sighed, watching Miguel watching the clock almost lazily and was about to

comment that he was hungry when the Peruvian screamed. CHT MLXC - It began "My Sin" [**]!

Two seconds later, Miguel was again in front of the TV. Luciano was asked how long

could have talked, looked at his watch and was surprised a little, enough time had passed without noticing ... sighed and sat on the Peruvian side, is willing to let you know in the first propaganda had, I was hungry.

CHT MLXC

Further Notes:

[*] refers to a tradition gathered by Ricardo Palma in his book "Peruvian Traditions"

[**] "My Sin" refers to the favorite novel of one of my friends and ended on Friday 14.

Chapstick Wedding Favors [Fic] scarf. Supernatural

Title: Scarf

Fandom: Supernatural .

Words: 532-I HATE MYSELF.

Couples, Characters: Sam / Dean, scarf.

Category: K +

Summary: 's cold, very cold.

Warnings: Slash. Incest. Fluff (?)

Notes: No spoilers. For my birthday Jessy that is over and not let him gifts.

Damn I hate. I can not deal with these, I try to do something ... dunno ... SOMETHING. And these are handled well and leave me alone, waiting for more ... Arghhh

is invierno and very cold. Just kill a vampire and blood runs a little faster and adrenaline gives them a little hot, but not enough, the cold is intense, and Sam for a while warming guilt global, which makes hot summers and coldest winters, but then forgets it, the truth is not something interesting to think about, but had come to be a lawyer would have tried to stop pollution . Let the thought as absurd.

Dean has left the Impala parked three blocks of pure and simple precaution, Sam believes that it has only pprotect your baby or the damned vampire.

The fact is that, it's snowing and makes them fríoy missing two blocks to Impala.

Sam and his teeth chattered, but Dean seems to retain all the warmth of the world, of course I wear scarves helps.

The minor curses the time disdained wearing a scarf and gloves, maybe we should pay more attention to your gut ...

Dean squints Sammy and I am sorry to see how your heman blows air into your hands to keep from dying ofcold, a grin on her face.

Too cold for you, Samantha ?

Sam looks eager to hit, "Cold?, Of course, is easy to make fun of it when you have a scarf and gloves and a leather jacket.

burlóny stop laughing Dean, Sam rola eyes, missing only half a block to reach the holy Impala and heating, but Dean wants to stop doing God-knows- why.

- & iquest, and now that "?

Your mind goes blank when you go to Dean take off his scarf and wear it around your neck with something like tenderness in his eyes, his hands are on her shoulders and tilted Sam front to be face to face with his brother, he can feel his breath tickling her cheeks and closes his eyes, unconsciously. The smell of the scarf fills your nostrils, it smells like Dean, that smell so typical of him, courage and manliness, so it.

And Sam feels love lost, but it's not going to do anything to realize it's just that I felttion that makes you feel fluttering butterfly in the stomach, as if full of these bugs.

They remain silent for a few moments and Sam's heart beat a little faster, but try to not hear her heartbeat.

is Dean who is separated, gently touching the corner of his mouth and begins to move towards the Impala.

"Let Sami.

Sam nods and follows him, and when its height whispers "thank you" very quietly and very still in your ear, you can feelDean shudders to feel his lips touching her ear lobe, but prefer not to say anything else.

enter the Impala, Dean Metallica turn the key and begins to resonate again in the car, the heating is on and follow through with the family business, to the next vampire , ghost, or whatever comes.

always forward.

Seborrhoeic Dermatitis More Condition_symptoms [Fic] Ballroom. Harry Potter

Title: Ballroom
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: Let's dance one more piece.
Couples: Harry / Draco
Category: K +
Warnings: FLUFF. HIPERMEGAFLUFF. (Or so I think xD)
Notes, Well, Christmas gift for maraweasley . Fulfilling the second part of the aforementioned meme that holiday list xD. Ah! Also as part of my Art Table Drarry xD

When he got the invitation had entered panic, had tried to run off on a tangent and avoid having to go. But had no success, is not as if it would be very lucky in that.

Because I had to dance and he, as many knew, including that he had sent the blessed invitation not dancing, he had two feet left when that was it.

The truth was that Harry had no talent as a dancer, even remotely, and have defeated Lord Voldemortmeant he could face a fear ballroom, dancing was something shameful that the death had not.

addition was the fact of attention , despite everything they said, Harry could not stand the excessive focus on him. He did not like it intently and carefully mirasen, which was more than sure about what would happen in a ballroom.

And crowning all the reasons why I wanted to go was not the horrible memory of that distant fourth year at Hogwarts and cock & amp; uuml; last embarrassment (because as we all know, the leading man, not woman, as was the case of Parvati) kept him away from the dance halls.

And really, Harry, had been, there would never, ever come to a dance hall but for the golden invitation.

addition was the fact that he was going.

Indeed, Draco Malfoy would go. As you specify the letter, because the blonde was happy to host the gala dinner.

That was

good and equally bad, bad, because it was that Harry wanted to go to that dinner. And good, because ... well, there was good except that it would. Well, yeah, that was good, very good.

Well, putting that aside, the fact was that Harry, the hero of the wizarding world, remained a total refusal to dance.

And if he was, had to dance, as you had mentioned the attractive blonde at the time of inviting. And he had said with a mischievous smile, mocking completely familiar with the dark-haired pa was so funnyra dance as a troll.

Harry would not go, really, really did not want to go.

The problem was that, really, if you wanted to see Draco in the dance. Why? Because he was fully aware of what Draco looked perfect in dress robes, as it had been seen in the fateful fourth year, in what turned out to be the only pleasant memory dance itself.

But Harry was not as strong will, when Draco asked to confirm their attendanceence, agreed to go with a half smile, because he knew his love for the holidays.

And so that's why Harry was now looking in your closet an acceptably elegant gown, with a look of utter resignation. For the happy robe had to pass the scrutiny of the young blonde who sat in those moments in your sofa in the living room.

between the coats looked somewhat desperate, because it was the seventh robe that was proved, and it was crazy and that was enough for him. However, the blond a & amp, desktop search, No did not give his approval.

Harry let out a sigh. Why did he have to obey the demands of Draco Malfoy with respect to your wardrobe?

did not know or want to know who had managed to accept the guardianship of the heir to Malfoy in matters of dress. Although maybe that could do the ridicule of the magical population was selected to be present at the dance had influenced his decision.

finally found a robe color dark green color reminded him curiously at the coat he used to room. He thought for a moment, everything was reminding him that year. He shook his head, ignoring that.

He put whistling a tune, praying that the blond gave his approval and he could stop to try on clothes.

and left the room with a yawn.

The blonde smiled at the sight, a smile full of mischief. Fleetingly passed through his mind the thought of how cute he looked when dung HarryZaba that way.

-Highlight the color of your eyes.

Harry yawned again with some tiredness, but Draco motioned him to turn around. He obeyed slowly, with some reluctance.

"I'd say it suits you.

Harry nodded enthusiastically, all-out from trying on clothes.

"Yeah.

"Of course you may need to find a good pair of shoes.

Harry veered aristocratic eyes and a laugh escaped Draco's lips. Why deny it? I enjoyed doing the dark-haired suffer their demands for fabrics and dress well. And that was not a secret.

Draco looked at the clock on the mantelpiece and stood up from the couch with a fluid motion.

"Well, I think that's all in costume.

Harry sighed with relief and sat down on the sofa on which lay the golden minutes before. Mir securcute; to turn the clock marked seven in the evening.

"About time. I have wanted to rest ...

Draco raised an eyebrow and Harry looking at him almost trembled, because it meant there was more.

"But I think that some dance classes do not fall ill.

And he said it on purpose, and Harry sabíaa consciousness. Draco saw close to the radio and sensed what was going to be painful.

"No ...

Draco turned his face and raised his eyebrow questioningly, her lips rising in a grin.

-Si.

And Harry closed his eyes and fell completely on the couch. Had no more strength, if the clothes had not exhausted that would completely.

Within seconds a waltz played on the habitacióny Harry lifted his head slightly to see the blond.

CHTMLThis one looked mockingly XC, approaching.

- Shall we dance?

And Harry could not say a word, because Draco looked so seductive as only he could be. So I just held out his hand, looking at Draco intently. The blond smiled and tugged.

-man is supposed to guide. Never women.

And while he said it was beginning to lead the dance with grace, with a grin that reminded Harry to Draco anta & ntilde; o. Could sense where would the fact that Draco guide them.

-Ya ...

Harry just kept Draco steps, sliding its rhythm. Draco and Harry drove surprisingly well had no problem with dancing.

"What?" Harry's eyes widened as she realized that, indeed, was dancing.

Draco said nothing, was surprisingly quiet, seemed to have no complaint at all (somewhat surprisedentity in itself).

The waltz ended, but both continued dancing as if the music is still floating around. Harry began to think it was too extrañoy blushed slightly.

The closeness you a bit dizzy, I felt the tickle Draco's hair and gradually had come again, and so Harry could almost feel the breath of Draco on your skin.

nerves caused him. Many nerves.

(

"Dancing in silence with a former enemy? Ron would kill him. Hermione probably would bother. But ... did it matter? No, it did not matter. I was dancing in silence with Draco Malfoy. Nothing could import )

Draco suddenly stopped. Harry stood still for inertia and moved away. Silence (one a bit awkward and particularly quiet) hovered over them. Harry dodged the eyes of Draco, and Draco looked at Harry with an emotion indefinitely.

two minutes, nothing happened, still in check, not knowing what to feel.

four minutes, and Harry looked at Draco in the eyes, and shattered all doubt, and mass he approached.

With a flick of the wrist the music started again, slowly and seductively. Draco looked at him strangely.

-Bailemos

another piece ...

Words were not necessary. And Draco had always supported the motion

"act before you speak", so when Harry held him by the waist and kissed him as they slipped to the beat of the music, not could not say anything wanted. No need Palabé

ras, only one more dance.

Rabbit Seborrheic Dermatitis rabbit [Fic] Love and Butler. Kuroshitsuji

Again, Christmas. This is to wlanki Title: Love and Butler Fandom: Kuroshitsuji Category: K + Couples, characters: Sebastian / Ciel Summary: were destined to be always the master and the steward, to be legend. Warnings: OOC Perhaps little something somewhere. Notes: I love you dear walle. My love for you this Christmas

walk down the street like two normal people, the conde Phantomhive and his steward, the steward smiles at the boy and the boy is serious, as always. Nothing too strange for the world.

Yet light as it passes the rumors, people talk and everyone is wondering the same with respect to these rumors, as old as Rome, continue to raise the same questions as always.

And they all are a bit quiet, not knowing the count more than half-know all: their work and home.

know That all means, as knowing and not knowing, doubting, but at the same time knowing true; quand the boy is the dog of the Queen , and it is none other than he who pacifies the streets of England.

Because every time I see a new case dog Queen moves away, ready to catch the culprits before further alter the order. It appears from the shadows, stealthy and reaping the guilty and too many tracks, fairly powerful, almost invincible, almost omniscient. I do not see coming or leaving, but are the consequences of their presence.

And on your right is the steward of that no one knows its origin, dark and yet helpful sombríoyand attentive to his master, that's that nobody knows because it is not because it is.

Both master and servant, are a mystery to the world, nobody knows how to return the boy, or as Butler joined the family, nobody has any idea of what or that together. Nobody knows the seal or the treatment between them, or what they feel. Absolutely nobody.

not even the servants of the same house Phantomhive because the secrets that the master and the steward kept remain among them, far from the knowledge of Finnie and other "troublemakers" (what they do not know is the master does to protect them, becauseknowledge has consequences, disastrous consequences.)

Knowledge is something reserved for those who have accepted the consequences, for those souls that no longer matter as much as they used to. Therefore, the people do not know anything, and quiet, goes on, stop talking about them for a while.

they know not anything.

They do not have to know the underlying reasons behind the deal and seal, must not know them.

Ciel Because when you feel the lips of her butleror settle on their own and torture, does not think he was kissing a demon, does not think that the same demon will be the one to take his soul at some point, when the day comes.

Because

feel his hands down your body tells your mind is white, full of thoughts that are impossible to count in other circumstances, and feel those teeth gently strumming his neck shakes and forget everything you tell them apart. And then everything volatize slowly, as when alcohol slowly evaporates on contact with air, slowly dying.

And that made the world lose meaning and stop being so important.

Because these differences ceased to exist as obvious and terrible among them.

( He is a demon, and he is a human, a deified human, perhaps, by the power of her lover and steward, but After a human, that some day die, and whose name will be forgotten and whose body will become dust. As the verse he had so often read andn the old Bible " For you are dust and to dust you shall return" )

And when these differences are extinguished leaving only their Ciel bodies could account for because it was delivered that way the devil.

not go to admit it someday, but at that time knew that letting go with him, though he was going to destroy, was the only occasions n in which his mind had been defeated by their emotions.

permitted And against the nature of his being, allowed because he knew, because Sebastian had seen all that could be, from helpless (like when I slept , a and Sebastian stayed there, velándolo, or when sick and Sebastian convencíaa Agni bad steward that would otherwise take care of him) until in the course of his duties as the dog Queen happened to be the devil could also be.

Sebastian was the only be hated for who does not know their weaknesses, probablyprobably the only exception to the case.

Because Ciel did not like being weak, because he hated being seen when I was weak, which is why he hated being careful when he was sick, so he hated the attention on him and he downplayed its disease or infirmity.

Because hated feeling fragile, like a toy of fate that was to be injured at some point ... I hated the feeling of needing help.

The only times I forgot that and allowed Ciel (reluctantly, of course) someone careDASE it was Sebastian who was there, forcing him to take medication and lie in bed without giving opportunity to leak to continue their work.

As a nana .

Ciel let a smile slip from his lips the first time he came up with that.

(And is that ... A terrible demon as a nanny? Was definitely funny, and would be more if Sebastian does not take advantage of these opportunities to play with his mind that, definitelyGrace removed the issue)

But in the end none of that mattered, not matter the good times or bad times, no matter the past or the future, or even This living like shadows.

Because the future would be like two shadows, of which we speak to have something sinister and it is not known if there were safe. As a legend would have hidden the elderly to children and no one would believe that there was once a child whose foreman was a demon. No one would believe in its existence.

But that was not relevant, nothing was, this was the present and the same all irrelevant. Everything ... except them.

Only they, the master and the steward, in the old moon.

On nights of death, dimly lit by the light of an emaciated and dying moon, full of insomnia and desire, filled with a sense atrevíaa not say that there was fear of death and forgotten, for fear of what might happen.

pests Night hours... ace that.

Diversified Ambulance [Fic] I want you to know my love is true. Latin Hetalia

Title: I want you to know my love is true
Fandom: Latin Hetalia
Words: 1.100
Pairing: Lucciano / Martí n, with mentions of Martin / Victoria
Summary: Although sometimes strange in Victoria, he was their new world, and wanted to know it
Note: Gift keepasmile by Latin Hetalia AI ^ ^ hope you like and Sorní a little, though not read your n conspiresick and now I love you ^ ^

Martin had many ways of doing things, and different faces and different gestures, different everything. When I was happy because something had happened to their citizens, had a special smile, because it shone a little eye and could not sit still more than two seconds, rivaling Miguel concern.

When remembering his past sometimes smiling, sometimes is a bit isolated and would think about it, losing their air naturally competitive and fun. They sometimes attacked the nostalgia, or a strong longing for things that happened.

And so it was easy to distinguish what saddened him according to the period that was isolated and the tone of his voice and his way of acting upon return.

Luciano knew that very well: they had things gone that Martin would rather forget because it hurt the recall, and by dint of knowing and spending time, knew worse than I remember sitting with Martin was one of the worst episodes of his life: the loss of Victoria, the Falkland Islands.

Not that I ache to know that affected him auNo, but Luciano is partly understood. Not because I had experienced something similar , but tacitly understood that without that Martin had ever had to explain.

(I understand how you see what the loved one hidden, without really understanding it, understanding it only ....)

Martin, of course, Luciano had no doubt that he understood, by the way they look, their may of speaking, the taste of your kisses, all that Martin was understood that there was no need to explain anything that Luciano could really understand without words.

But sometimes wanted to explain that it was not exactly Victoria to put nostalgia but by the fact that she had meant a lot to him in some No time, and sometimes missed his company. The had loved, and yet he did not more.

(The last was strong, brought her feelings, but feelings no longer. There was a big difference in it, do you know Luc?)

But I did not know how to say, how to express it. There was no time to tell it sounded out of place.

And if you should find the time, what would you say, how? Really had no idea, maybe I had not thought enough or maybe did not have the sufficientcient courage to tell him.

So, that summer afternoon, while playing soccer with Luciano, could not concentrate on the game, had too much to think about.

- and goal for Brazil!

Luciano's voice made him return to Earth and only then noticed the flag that marked a 2-6 for Brazil.

-Che, which can not be that the score!

Luciano laughed antand the confusion of the Argentine and kicked the ball in his direction with force.

"It is, I have three goals in the period in which amazed.

Martin received the ball with elegance and turn back. You really had distracted much? He shook his head, trying to stop thinking about the relationship she had with Luciano, resolving to win the game and then think about it.

Luciano looked at him and giving him a kick up the ball the floor, I took & eacute; foward and putting it under your arm.

- Are you ill?

Martin looked and felt his quizzical, shook his head and asked yourself why you always pondered over something you had to get so absorbed. He sighed, resigning himself to not continue the match and Luciano can not banish from his mind or even staying with him.

Not at all, just thought.

- In qhat?

"You ... I ..." Martin said with a shrug, as if to play down a little importance to the matter-.Nosotros.

Luciano nodded and walked slowly, being face to face with the Argentinian, who looked into his eyes.

Martin sighed and leaned back a bit, leaving his forehead against the front of Luciano, and closed his eyes. He spoke in a tone that I wanted to be quiet, which did not reflect their concerns. CHT MLXC

- What are we?

A question Luciano took it a bit by surprise, but did not show and dropped the ball gently . took a deep breath and replied with another question.

- How?

Martin shrugged and a chill down his spine, along with a feeling that the talk was very real things, rather than write them, or the present, as if the wordhiciese spoken really exist.

- I wanted ... I would explain ...

Luciano shivered a little and closed his eyes again, feeling a little panicky. Perhaps after all it was he who did not want an explanation, perhaps not really want to know. preferred not to know.

- No need to.

Martin nodded, knowing that I gave Lucianowould that, and decided to continue on once and clarify that.

"I know, I it.

Luciano nodded and sighed, condescending, probably, his relationship with Argentina, whatever it was, was over.

"You ..." muttered Martin undecided how to say to not sound so damn corny? Deep breath and raised his arms, linking them at the nape of Luciano, trying to find strength and courage para say what was going to say (which was unfortunately too corny)-I want you to know that Victoria does not ... that Victoria does not mean for me or a little of what you mean.

Luciano was silent for a while, trying to process the fact that he wanted to hear those words for a long time. Perhaps more than willing to admit.

-Victoria is my past. You are my mind, and I ...

Luciano opened his eyes widely, Martin was not going to, well, ... & iquest; declarársele? Martiny's face peered felt a part of his heart he did not know it was empty filled. He felt that .

( That said all feel when you realize that someone not only you liked. That you felt when you realized that in fact , you loved him.)

-Well, I love you.

Only then Martin opened his eyes, just to see Luciano close and kiss her tenderly. And the kiss was one of those that taste like candy and sweets, and give the feeling to die of diabetes and go to heaven.

Oh, love ...

little note: Victoria's Falkland Islands, as you know.

(cha, the best is called like me, Ima ginense that at some point Arthur and Martu fight over you. Aish as I like my name)

Port Royale Patch V1.1 Fic: But now the moment seems to've come. Latin Hetalia

neh_chan totally convinced me (with his blessed and praised drawings) shipper Ecuador / Peru is not a sin for now, I give and Shippee.

Title: Now the moment Seems to've eat.

Fandom: Latin Hetalia

Category: K

Summary: Because this time Pancho est & aacute, is willing to fight for what you want.

characters, couples : Miguel / Francisco, hints Miguel / Manuel (I can tell, the OTP's never die UU)

Warnings: Alusi na you are tense relations between Chile and Peru (as Spy), and how strong they are relations between Ecuador and Peru (at the treaty and the two presidents' statements.)

WITHOUT OFFENSES

NOTE FEATURE: neh_chan This is so because Christmas and because if and drawings inspired em.

Francisco looked at Miguel, worried. Lately he looked tired, disappointed, no sign of Michael used to be happy.

were home Miguel, talking about things they would do to stop the arms race and on how well it was the proposal. Miguel tried to smile a little, but looked terrible, with dark circles too glaring even for the hat he was wearing.

- Are you OK?

And the natural flows concerned tone in his voice, as if they always did, as always comforted Miguel everything.

And Michael lifted his head a little, smiling a bit, if only for worry.

-Si,I'm fine, I just have not slept very well today.

Francisco recalls the discussion as well as told by Martin a few days ago.

( That Miguel and Manuel have been discussed seriously, tell . "Go liar." "Really!" )

And get the loose ends together.

Chestor hurts a little, because he knows now that Manuel is to blame for that Michael is revealed and sad. Betrays his own mind and make you find yourself wishing joy to the Peruvian is hoping that his sadness fade away because of it.

Miguel is still smiling, as he says Luciano accepted the proposal of not-at-arms race and continues to speak, only a fool would not notice that you have discussed with Manuel affects (and is his once vigorous smile is now so fragile that gives trouble.)

- Have you discussed with Manuel? CH

Miguel

TMLXC suddenly falls silent, has been taken off guard by the directness of the question and so impressive that Francis has discovered. Look at fixed Francisco, and Francisco looks with troubled eyes. And Miguel feels strange, like when your best friend asks that happens to you and you do not want to say.

But you can not avoid and settle a bit and feels like it falls apart a little to admit. Because it really affects you, then try to fool all week, pretending they do not really care about is the harsh truth was that he really does. Francisco

acerca a little mass he on the couch and Miguel are allowed to rely on his shoulder; Francisco spends his arm around the Peruvian and draws it to him.

Peruvians say nothing, no cries, no moans or complains, because it is a girl in trouble or a disillusioned teenager, is a boy with wounded pride I really do not want to admit that it hurts, by esteem. Francis

fully understood and remains silent.

has waited long enough for everything to calm down, really believe that Michael would be better to Manuel next, but now, seeing him soand does not think so. Now you will not wait, want Michael to realize that he will always be there, that although before now if it was not be.

wants Miguel to realize that you want.

Squeeze a little more than his arm around Michael, with cariñoy this only supports Ela As support becomes a hug.

Francisco is now ready to fight for what you want, Michael.