Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Vash the Stampede]

I have one... No story though really.

Kumo x Kurayami

Both of them are males.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Marcus - John

It started with a carnival and two cups of coffee.

I probably won't write a story, because I'm not sure if I want them to be 'friends' or 'friends'.

[Never & Rush]

Marcus - John

It started with a carnival and two cups of coffee.

I probably won't write a story, because I'm not sure if I want them to be 'friends' or 'friends'.

For some reason I really like these two together. I'll definitely be looking out in case you do decide to write a story, because your stories are always really interesting to read. C:

[bonegrindr]

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Yoppei M Leia F

Let me hear your voice, expel a heart which is stagnant
To paint a canvas of lies
Today

I felt like being involved with an endless illusion
The unchanging temperature ‘What should I call it?’
Before this smile eats up my internal organs
Today, I’ll keep file of this grey, hurrying future

To fantasize a deserted lie
Tell me more if it’s true

To be studded with the love that overflowed heartily
The ecstasy that piled up in your voice is far away
If it’s something that’s in shape, then it’s something that deteriorates
These two eyes that wrap me… I don’t need it
Leia…

This endless illusion has a sad smile
The gray, resounding word ‘What should I call it?’

Holding your breath gently for eternity,
You have put me to despair

This world will end if the ticking sound stops
Hoping words will have no meaning
Smile a bit longer; Pray a bit longer
Kill me rather than to hear more

Let me hear your voice, expel a heart which is stagnant
The canvas that lies will bury you
Your proof and my proof won’t leave any means
Kill me with your scorching warmth
Leia…

Leia…

Based off of this song.

[clusterducks]

AwenXXXXRyuu

She always sat on her own, that's what he noticed. He sat with his brothers and sisters, the only place where he fit in. He had many friends, though all of them were family. She didn't seem to talk to anyone.

She was smart, that's what he noticed. He was smart too, in the top set for everything. He got high marks in all his tests. She did too.

She was an artist, that's what he noticed. He didn't have much interest in art. He prefered music, though he supposed that was a kind of art too. Her art was pinned up in the school gallery, where everyone could see it.

She was quite shy, that's what he noticed. He was outgoing and liked talking to people. He wanted to talk to her. She might never know.

I've actually decided to write a sequel to this.

He looked at her a lot, that's what he did. She was glad someone was paying attention to her, not that she wanted to speak to him. She was normally ignored. He had a family.

He wrote music, that's what he did. She sang, just as a hobby. She never shared it with anyone. He was an amazing singer.

He did well in tests, that's what he did. She did better, though it didn't mean much to her. She just wanted to have fun. He probably did too.

He talked a lot, that's what he did. She was silent, some people even thought she was mute. She wasn't though. He probably wouldn't ever talk to her.

Does anyone want me to write a proper story for them?

[Mixa]

 
Fredward McBain {m}      Amelia {f}

We lived the dark Middle Ages on the day that young woman called Amelia opened a door of a Big Black Castle. She was nervous, this castle had a bad reputation that everyone knew. It was owned by McBains, old and rich clan who had been ruleing the village for decades. But over the time castle's glory have been fading away. Now it's only resident was Fredward McBain, handsome young man, but everybody said he was mad. Children had been warned not to go too near the castle. Only few people had actually seen Fredward, because he rarely left from the castle.

Still here Amelia was. She was curious, wanted to see who this Fredward McBain really was.Thought of a mystical, rarely seen man kinda fascinated her. The door wasn't locked. Amelia pushed it open and entered to massive corridor. There where gloomy paintings on walls, candles on old tables and black curtains covering windows. Room was dark, and Amelia started hesitate. Was this rational? But curiosity won. She climbed stairs up the stairs looking for someone. There was no sign of living, except burning candles. Amelia was nervous, maybe a bit scared, but wasn't going to turn around. She went through many rooms, all of them covered in dust. In one room there was a beatiful mirror on the wall. Amelia wiped from dust and looked her reflection. Mirror was beatiful, Amelia wanted to it take it. Then she heard a sudden grunt. Amelia screamed and dropped the mirror. It broke to million pieces. Amelia heard dragging steps from corridor behind her. Her heart pumped and she too afraid to look. Steps stopped. Amelia gathered her courage and slowly turned around.

Fredward stood in the doorway. He was wearing a classy clothes and a mask. Eyes behind the mask were full of emptiness. Fredward and Amelia stared each other maybe for a minute, maybe for an hour. Amelia wasn't sure. Fredward whispered: ''You came''.

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Well, it's not the best I have wrote, but I think this is one of best couples I have c: Sorry if you see some mistakes there, my mother tongue isn't english... I might wrote some more, not sure yet. Comments? (:

[ika;]

¦ AT FIRST ¦

naughty little fly, why does she cry?

Cold. This place is cold. Gooseflesh raises on the valley of my skin, dappling it- shadowing it with hundreds of tiny peaks. I shiver. Darkness has settled around me like sand in a river; ready to shift with a change in the wind. It's heavy and suffocating, my eyes begin to water as I search hopelessly for a light- for something I can look at. I shift slightly, rolling onto my side with an involuntary groan of pain. My ribs hurt, and my head pounds and seems to push in on itself as I move. Are they broken? My thoughts whisper as I gingerly probe my chest. It hurts. I stop.

The ground is hard, and rocky. My back is pitted with embedded stones- perhaps I had fallen? I can't remember, and this scares me. My heart seems to be forcing it's way out of my chest; it's frantic beating is so loud I cringe. Where am I? My breath comes hard and fast in the stagnant air, I gasp for oxygen now and then I am on my feet. The sudden movement bursts stars across my wide open eyes, and my head spins. I resist the urge to vomit, touching my face briefly and finding blood. Pulling my hand away hastily, I stifle a panicked sob as I stumble forwards.

twisting her little legs, blinking all her eyes?

I'm going to scream. My hands fumble blindly as I fall around in the darkness, scraping against the rock walls. I'm crying freely now, trembling. My skin is damp with sweat. The sound of my footsteps ricochet around the cavern, amplifying my futile struggle to escape. Something wet and sticky trips my bare foot, and I fall forwards with a terrified shriek.

I lay still for a few minutes, hardly daring to breathe. I try to lash out my arm, and that's when I realise I can't.

Silky, glistening, thick. It's ensnared me, and I cannot move. A spider's web.

she tries to scream, oh yes she does- wipe away your wet fly tears:

Light suddenly bursts into being- illuminating the cave with flickering firelight. Showing me exactly how I will meet my death. The web is ropy and smothering- weighed down with dust. It chokes me, stuck tightly to my legs and arm. I writhe desperately- trapped. Trapped. This time I do scream, the sound shreds my throat, a petrified wail of despair as I thrash madly at the bonds.

"No, NO!" My voice rasps, I'm begging. Pleading. Something moves in the darkness.

my venom is quick, you've nothing to fear.

A spider. A spider of grotesque proportion- each leg the length of my broken body. Eyes gleam hungrily at me from the shadows. It staggers towards me- mandibles clicking with anticipation. My wail intensifies. It is covered in hair, thick black strands that seem to clothe it in darkness. Two curved sabres protrude from it's jaw, sleek with poison. It continues jerking towards me, abdomen twitching with each step. The purpose in it's gaze is clear- I stop struggling, I will not escape.

caught in a web, soon you’ll be eaten.

[[more? I'm hoping this will be a short little triology <3

¦ RIGHT NOW ¦

the light in my eyes is never to return, it left me a long time ago.

I think about an hour has passed. I dare not move, not even breathe. My chest rises and falls in shallow, hysteric gasps- oxygen stinging my nostrils as I hiss out a breath. I lay frozen, ensnared in this monstrus web. Stabs of pain skitter across my broken ribs like jolts of electricity, but I hold my face impassive, eyes fixed directly in front of me. You see, I have not been devoured yet. The great spider is sat in front of me- all beady eight eyes trained on my face. He has not moved, just settled his twisted body down about three feet from me. I am convinced that any movement on my part will stir him. My mind races, but I still can't think of an escape. There is a pounding in my temple, and I wince involuntarily. The spider jerks grotesquely, and begins to stagger towards me. This is it.

my heart is cold, down here in my lair;

I close my eyes, waiting for the exact moment those slick sabres pierce my skin- waiting for the flood of venom. Nothing. My gaze snaps upwards. The spider hangs precariously close to my face, his enormous frame blocking the light of the flame. I can feel his breath on my face- heavy and damp.

"You are hurt."

The voice rumbles from nowhere, and my heart skips with joy. Someone has come to save me! I forget the situation, and crane my head over the long reach of the spider's head, casting my eyes around the cave hopefully. I see no-one. Confused, I return to the face of the arachnid; a mask.

"You are hurt."

The voice again. With horror, I stare up at him. He is the one speaking. He blinks slowly, all eight of his eyes. "It is your ribcage, no?" He continues, speaking in a flat, almost polite voice- punctuated with the dry clicking of his fangs. It sounds like he is struggling to speak: his words slur slightly, each word almost spat out through his mandible. He clicks again, shifting heavily. Unable to move, I gape at him.

I apologize if my words do not fit, it has been long since another soul stepped foot here.

The spider waits a few moments, before carefully, gently, probing the cut on my head with one mangled leg. I shiver as he deftly moves my hair away, bending his joint to get a clearer view. "Yes- this will.." He pauses, "Heal. Yes, most definately."

He leans forwards, snipping the bonds of the web with an easy swipe of his head. I begin to fall, numb from shock. Two forefeet catch me swiftly, and set me down on the damp rock. "Do you wish to rest awhile?" He asks.

I faint.


[[euugh, what is this x3 So sorry for the awfulness of this- it's more of a filler until I can get to chapter three when the action starts <3

[Faint]

Ikaaaaaaaaa, that is so beautiful. Love, love, love, love <3 I need more.

[Aviatrix]

More! I must have more! <3

[Marian5390]

Wonderful story. =D I love how the spider isn't actually bad. ^^