Your CS Pet Pairs? :3 (NEW THREAD!)

[~Fallen Angel~]

Megan[f].......................Donald[m]
He was the guy of my dreams.
But that was just the problem.
He didn't exist outside of them.

Should I write a story?

ILoveDonald315

I raced into the meadow, laughing. Behind me was Donald, his dark hair flooping in his face as he chased me. Catching me, he spun me round again and again.
"Stop! Stop!" I squealed, shaking with laughter. He stopped too abruptly and we fell backwards, his body cushioning my fall. We lay there together, looking into the sky, and I rested my head on his chest.
"I love you, Megan," he smiled, and kissed the top of my head. I--
"Megan! Come on, it's time for school!"
I opened my eyes reluctantly to see my mother standing there, shaking me. Groaning, I flopped my head back on to the pillow.
--smiled and nestled closer, sharing his warmth--
"Megan!"
My mum shook me harder, jolting me awake. I grumbled and turned so my face was buried in the pillow.
MORE TO COME!

[From the Stars]

@aqua: Loves it!

Oscillum [♂] & Cyhra [♂]

Sweet bird, on yon slender t r e e...

The child shivered, hugging the ground in fear. The trees, havens to his kind, were his own personal demons.
After all, what is a bird that cannot fly?
A branch snapped, sending the boy fleeing, coming to rest against the roots of a large dead spruce.
'What are you running for, boy?'
A shadow, darker than the night, swooped down, landing before the terrified child.
'Dun' hurt me! I didin't do nothin'!'
The shadow laughed, stalking forward into the light.
'What do I have to gain from hurting a little hatchling like you?'

...sweet bird, won't you s i n g for me?

The man groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he shifted, trying to get comfortable.
He only succeeded in falling out of the tree.
Cursing loudly, he stood, shaking stray leaves out of his hair.
'Of all the rotten luck...'
A laugh sounded from high in the tree, and the man jerked, looking around.
A boy dropped to the ground, eyes shining, mouth cracked into a wide grin. 'I like t' thank you sir.'
The man paused, eyes puzzled as he looked at the hatchling. 'Thank me for what?'
The boy laughed, even as he spread too black wings, too black...

'Fer givin' me your wings, a' course!'

Sing for me, would you p l e a s e?
After all, I gave you wings.

WHOA! Amazing, I love it! ♥ "too black wings"...omg, that's just...just..ARGH! *brain broke*

[Poison Reaper]

Concret jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can't do,
Now your in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new,
Big lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New York,
New York, New York~

I had too xD~ More like an Item/animal paring xD Linky to awesome song

[baestille]

Jase--Ashley--And the little girl who only wanted a friend.

"Jase i'll be right back kay!" Ashley said jumping out of the passenger seat and ran into the store forgetting to shut the door. "Alright Ash" Jase said parking the car, shuting the door. A small pup jumped up and down peeking through the window. she pounded on the door, and opened slowly. Jase looked down picking up the pup. "Hey there, wheres your mommy?" he asked placing her in the seat next to him. "Whats a mommy?" the girl asked with a smile. "Oh alright. Your staying here." the girl frowned. "No! Kidnappper! Leave me alone! what did you do with him?!?" She asked with a whimper standing up and barking loudly. Ashley skipped outta of the store walking towards the door. She gtrowled when she was her. Her. She had replaced her best friends Spirt with well, her love. Jase. Sense she was the devil's daughter. Well lets just say, she has her dad's powers. The girl spun around and growled. "What. Did. You. Do. To. Him??!!" she said jumping but before she could Jase carefully grabbed her scruff. Ashley back away. "Oh my gosh, she has disorders, i didn't do a thing." she said glaring at the girl than her smile returned as Jase gave the pup a small smack on the nose. He had no idea he stole another Spirt. The girl squealed and whimpered. "Please let him go!!" she whimpered at the girl. "Nope" the girl said crossing her arms. "what did you do!!??" the girl asked before wiggling out of Jase's grip. "I simply replaced your useless friend with him" She said with a smirk, that turned into a frown.
'What have i done!" she thought to herself, just as Jase's body began to sparkle and shrink.
Phophea
The daughter of the devil has the power to replace souls, with her beloved. But, if she has told her secret she will die, simple. Slowly. And simply. The body will regain its should and real spirit.The devil with vanish revealing other spirits too. The girl vanished and blue began traveling towards it self, its body. The boy sat in the front seat, the girl on top of him. "Maria?" He asked gasping for breath. "Kyle!" she said hugged him, so ever tightly.




From a school thing between my friend and a dude who crushes on her. lol ツ

[micah]

@Aqua! You are seriously nice stuff. So is your writing. c;
___

Dear Diary, this is day one. Don't forget.

Today, I didn't make any progress. The rental man wouldn't let me use a car, 'cause he's a meanie head. But that's okay, I'll save my angel somehow.
I guess you don't notice how much you need somethin' till it's gone, eh?
Like if I lost you, I wouldn't know who to talk to.
Love, me.

"Please, Sir, consider the consequences..."

I shook my head. There are no consequences with love. "No, no. No." I puffed my chest out and jaunted down the road, body proud, eyes tearing up.
What that man wouldn't get is how bad I need a car. I need to fly myself to heaven, that's all...

I need to save my guardian angel, 'cause he's in trouble.

[BlissfulFarrago]

@freakish: Eeh, thanks. :D [very late reply. >>']

@Selcouth: o3o I love that story. <3


The Thief [♂] and That Girl [♀]

It was a simple objective. Go to the house of that Rogue, get anything related to the the Village--especially the ring!--and get out. Inside the house was only that Rogue's daughter, and her nurse. Easy as pie, easy as it gets. For one of the Silent Thieves.

I crept through the silent house, my trained feet not making a sound. Step-step-step, stay close to the wall...no sound, no sound... Sound was not a trouble for the Silent... I had been fifteen when I became Silent. I as expected to, of course, proud to. To be Silenced was an honor and tradition of the men of the Village--and the women, too, if they so wished. But they were not expected to, to lose their voices, and become one of the Thieves. The benefit was clear: no voice, no sound, less of a chance of being caught. And no way for the secrets of the Thieves to get out. And I had never learned to write, as was the custom, the practical, practical custom. No matter how I might be tortured, it was nearly impossible for me to give anyone information--not that I would, of course...!

I didn't admit it to anyone, but...sometimes, sometimes...I wanted my voice back. I had no way to communicate with anyone, besides the unreliable mouthing of words, barely even able to explain my name. I wondered if the other Silent felt this way, as if they were about to explode with words, until they longed to scream, but there was no possible way to. I doubted they did, and kept my thoughts to myself. Always with me was paper and quills, ready for my one form of expression, drawing. I wondered if it kept me from going insane. The thought made me uneasy.

I stepped into the bedchamber of that Rogue. Silently and easily, I went through everything, grabbing only the objects of the Village, replacing the rest perfectly. But...where was the ring, the ring with the seal? I felt bugs crawling in my stomach, worry choking me. Where else could it be?

The daughter. She must have it--perhaps this job was going to be harder than I had anticipated, but not by much. It would be in her jewel-box, of course. Silently I left the room I was in for hers. Quietly, quietly now, I opened the door do her room. But the quiet didn't last for long. Something crashed from the top of the door into a metal platter, creating such a clatter nothing could possibly remain asleep. Fool! Half-wit! How could I have been so stupid!

I shuddering breath came from across the room, the sound of a person waking in fright, or horrible sound to a thief in fright.

"Hello...?" I trembling voice said in the slightly moonlit room. Don't, don't move a muscle. She may not notice, or think it a dream. But luck was not with me. A quiet gasp sounded, a recognition of my form. And then the sound of a knife being pulled from a sheath, the harsh metallic rasp.

The girl was standing now, pointing the knife in my general direction. I felt my stomach take a downward turn--would I have to kill her? Killing was terrible, unfortunate, sad, I did not want to do it, especially to this innocent girl.

Then I saw the knife's silhouette trembling: she was just a frightened girl, one who could be persuaded. Relief to my heart, my whole body. I stretched my hand out to her, simultaneously a gesture of peace and of Give me what I want...

"What is it? What?" she asked, her voice shaking horribly. I formed a ring shape with one hand, holding it up.

"You're...you're one of them, aren't you. Those thieves. I know what you're about." Her voice was growing confidence; this was not good. And what was this about knowing what the Silent were about? Perhaps I should steal her, too?

"You shan't have the ring!" she cried, finally realizing what I needed, I presume. I pulled my own knife, advanced, smacked hers from her grip. Sucking in her breath, she held her arms to her chest, shivering, probably wondering what happens after death. I held out my hand. A second later, she was pulling off a necklace, dropping into my hand so as she didn't have to touch me. The ring hit my palm, and I turned, ready to leave. I could leave her, I had the feeling she was just a frightened girl who would know it was better not to tell about what had really happened to the ring.

As I reached the door, I heard the flare of a match and fire behind me. I glanced back and saw her staring straight into my face. Perhaps she was more than I thought. But there was nothing more to do tonight. I stepped out the door.

...

"Did you get it?" Sylmia elbows rested on her desk, folded hands supporting her chin as she stared into my eyes. I pulled out the papers and ring from bag.

"Good, good," muttered Sylmia, looking over the ring, still on the necklace. "Why is it on a chain, though? He must have given it to his daughter, and you took both so she would think she had lost them." Of course it wouldn't occur to her that I had made a mistake, let myself be seen by that Rogue's daughter. I half-nodded and stretched, glancing upward and hoping my cheeks wouldn't redden.

"You can go now, Miko." Sylmia waved her hand at me. "I'll contact you next time there's a job." I started to walk out. "Oh...and good job." She flashed her rare smile at me, and looked down again as she began to go through the papers.

As soon as I closed the door behind me, I was startled by a voice calling, "Miko!" Ahhhh...it was Sylmia's daughter. Oh, no.

"So, you got the ring. Good job." Unlike her mother's smile, Jhanna's smile was ever present. She beamed at me, and tried to kiss my cheek. Oh, no... Jhanna had been enamored with me for quite a time, and, well, for a time I thought I had felt as she did. Quickly, quickly, I realized I didn't. I really did like Jhanna, it was just...no, I didn't feel the same way. I turned my head away from her, and her smile fell slightly.

"Sorry." She was blushing. "I'll see you later." And she left. Thankfully. I sighed and walked outside, right into the square of the Village. In the center rested the Lady Thief, a huge statue. Most everyone has seen the Lady Justice, a blindfolded woman with scales and a sword. But few...few have seen the Lady Thief. Her blindfold is tied about her mouth, and she looks to her side warily. To her chest she clutches Justice's scales and sword. She has stolen them.

The Lady Thief's image is the symbol of the Village. Every Silenced receives a signet ring with her image printed into it...the type of ring I took from that Rogue's house...and his daughter.

I cursed in my mind, which is thoroughly less satisfying than cursing out loud. I would have to go back to that house sometime...once I worked out what to do with the girl...what to do...

...

I added some more. :3 I think I'm really liking this story. c:

[average]

@Blissful: Very nice addition! c:
I imagine that it must be difficult for him to express his feelings, as he is silenced. . .

[.a m a r y l l i s.]

@Fantastic Ninja: I'm glad you liked it!
@sabbetin: Again, I'm glad you] enjoyed it.
@Selcouth: I'll be completely honest. You made my day with this comment. X3 Though personally, I like your stories better...
@From the Stars: Oh noes!! I broke your brain? D8 On a more serious note, I'm glad you think it was amazing. That 'too black wings' is probably my favorite part of the story, btw.

@All you guys: You have no idea how much it means to me that you guys actually liked this. At risk of sounding like a broken record, I'm glad all of you enjoyed it. :3

[BlissfulFarrago]

@freakish: D'aw, thank you again. ^^ Hmm...he can show reactions to whatever anyone else does with his emotions, but actually bringing something up would be horrible. xD Poor guy.

[Hobbit]

Narcissus and Echo

I can't do this story justice