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

[Atomic Blue]

Apaufice & Varya

For some reason, pretty much all of my pairings clash together now. O_o

I LOVE THIS! So beautiful. ; A;

[fishbait]

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Andromeda [f] and Styx [m]

"If you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colors of the evening stars."

"And I am the gray in the ghost that hides with your clothes behind your closet door."

"You can go anywhere you wish cause I'll be there, wherever you are."

The Technicolor Phase - Owl City

Another pair based off of a song x]

hehe, nice pair, sister.... but seriously, I love it <3

[Inatae]

Hydroshock & Realm of Embers

[aquamarine]

[I love this, Selcouth. <3 I especially love his roommate; poor doctor is rather cute. :3 Are you going to be writing more? ;clings to the story; I'm hoping for more. xD I'll keep an eye out just in case. Oh, and I can never tell when you have writing block; in fact, I love how you wrote this one. xD]



Taci [f] xxx Chy [m]

[first part - here]
[second part - here]


It had been a nervous habit of mine since childhood to clean when I was anxious. The empty day that lay as the last boundary between meeting Chy again grew into long hours spent on my knees with a brush and soap. By the time evening came around, I was sore and exhausted, and my house sparkled like it had just been built.

The shower helped ease the tightness of my muscles and I practically crawled into bed afterward, falling asleep within seconds under the soft covers. My dreams passed in a sort of sluggish oblivion, so when I woke first, it took me a few moments to recognize that I was no longer sleeping. I yawned and sat half-up, rubbing my hands across my eyes to blink vaguely around my dark bedroom.

A furtive glance at my closed window told me it was still night outside, and the blaring siren of my alarm had yet to interrupt the pleasant silence, so I buried my face back into my pillow and decided I had woke for some foolish reason.

Just as I closed my eyes and settled back into a sort of drowsy sleep, I realized there were small sounds coming down my hall. For a moment, I was tired enough to believe that I was just fabricating it so I rolled onto my side and tucked the blanket up to my shoulder, content to just sleep. But the sounds persisted, a sort of sounds that stemmed from someone investigating my kitchen and I began to feel much more awake then drowsy.

Chy had told me that it was unsafe for him to visit. If he had sneaked into my house once to deliver that message, who knows who could had followed him here? I sat up, warily reaching to my beside table and closing my finger tight around the Mace I kept there. A determined look crossed my face; if somebody was going to try and break into my house and bully me, they were not going to find some poor damsel in distress.

Rising from bed, I cast the blanket behind me and tiptoed to the door, holding my Mace in front of me as I pushed the noiseless door open and peered into the hall. A long shadow was cast into the hallway, moving enough to prove that someone was in there.

I steeled my shoulders, slowed my breath, and came to the edge of the kitchen, hiding behind the doorway. When I glanced around the corner, I gaped at the man who was making a coffee with my machine. A coffee. What kind of criminal breaks into someone's house to make a cup of joe?

He was humming under his breath as he moved, stirring something into the mug that I had never seen before in my house. I furrowed my brow. So a man sneaks into my house to make a coffee and brings his own creamer. A creamer, I decided, that smelled a lot like cinnamon and peppermint...

Cinnamon and peppermint?

"CHY!" I jolted forward, running into the man and yanking my best friend into a tight embrace. "Oh my god I can't believe its you!"

He laughed as he twisted to face me, and I grinned, memorizing the face I had not seen in so many years. He had the same jovial grin and the same twinkling yellow-hazel eyes, and when he brushed my hair back out of my house, it was with the familiar touch of his knuckles against my forehead. "Hey there, pretty lady."

"What are you doing making a coffee?" I laughed, jumping back to perch on the edge of my counter. My hand lingered on the edge and without hesitation he reached out and linked his fingers with mine, using the other to stir his cup.

"I was thirsty." He chuckled, taking a sip from it with a content sigh. "Sorry it took me so long to get here. I was planning on arriving in the morning but I do believe its harder to track someone when its so dark." He grinned at me, unperturbed, but I faintly frowned. This was a question I did not want to answer but...

"How did you recognize me?" He asked in the silence between our questions and I laughed, satisfied that I was back on friendly grounds.

I winked at him, smiling. "How could I not? You're still the only person I know who uses both cinnamon and peppermint creamer in the same cup of coffee."

A comfortable quiet passed between us and he sat beside me, our shoulders touching. Absently, I rubbed my thumb over the back of his hand, wondering why there was nothing awkward here. We hadn't seen each other in decades; we were both adults now, both individuals. Eventually my mind circled back to the inquiry I knew I had to ask and I sighed faintly. When I glanced at Chy, I realized he had been watching me think with a tiny, knowing smile.

"You want to know what happened to me?" He echoed my thoughts and when I frowned he smiled, taking another drink of his coffee. "First off, I'm sorry I could never tell you. I... Well, I've regretted wasting our friendship for a long while."

My smile seemed to encourage him because he nodded to himself, set his shoulders, and breathed out. "I guess I should start with what I am. You've probably guessed, even if you're not willing to admit it to yourself." He chuckled, but I could tell from how he looked behind his bangs at me that he was hesitant to say his next words. My mind whirled to the worst possibilites. A murderer. A serial thief. An escaped lunatic.

"I'm a spy, Taci."

For a second, I stared. When I laughed, it sounded hysterical even to me.

"Seriously?"

AH YES, I've been waiting for this to come out <3 Amazing amazing as always, I DO hope there will be a fourth chapter to this? Please?
This deserves 10000000 cookie points.

[disturbed llama]

Pustulio The Zombie King ♂ & Screamer ♀

Finaly got together a story for these two 83 read the green first then the red, then repeat 83

Arise, arise, Pustulio arise!
The Master wants you Pustulio, the Master calls you
Come to me Pustulio!
Shifting in the earth, the dry ground cracks
Rising from the soil, his chipped hooves caked with mud
The dirt and grime embedded into his coat,
A thread hangs loose, a stitch undone,
His horrid decaying fleash visible through the seam.
Hear me Pustulio! Your time is now!
He shakes his body, dust flying from him,
He opens his blazing red eyes.
The time is now!
He moves, joints creaking,
His movement sqeezing his punctured unused lungs,
Making him weeze and groan as he clomps slowly,
Slowly twords his destination.

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The wail through the night was enough to shatter glass
Enough to make your ears bleed
Your mind recoil in horror
Maybe even enough to wake the dead.
A ghost, a spirit traped in limbo
Unable to live, unable to die, unable to be hurt, unable to heal
The only thing she knew was pain and lonliness
And she howled because of it
Unable to shed the tears she so passionately sung of
Unable to find the one she loved in the world she hated
Hoves beating on the hard cold ground
Running as fast as the wind
Yet not going anywhere.
Aye, woe is me~! One trapped in this desolate wasteland
Without a meaning, no sleep becomes me
No one, not mortal nor beast hath seen me
I am but a lonely gust of wind, doth blown from place to place
In search of the meaning~

The sound of nothing encercled his ears,
Conditioned to only hear one voice, never anothers
He tromped forward, his eyes seeing nothing.
He could not know that there was anything in this world
But his Master and his duty. There was nothing more.
But out from the corner of his eye he saw a flicker.
Not much, enough to make his head turn to see.
A streak of white flashed across his veiw,
Ears pricked, not meant to hear but they did.
A sweet song of sorrow filled his ears,
Filled him to the brim, so vivid was her song
That he, he who had no feeling in his dead heart
Began to ache with a feeling he'd never known
He wanted to follow, abandon his mission
But never.
Pustulio! I need you! I call to you! I command you!
His mind was pulled back as if an invisible chain were pulling him
Baring him from the unknown,
He reared letting out a voiceless shreek
His dead brain filled with his Masters commands
And the voice of the sweet sadness that had gripped him so
His unbeating heart shuddering in rebellion.

Her voice filling the night, the emotion dripping from her words
She ran, ran untill she felt the ends of the earth were near
Her song even more compelling, as she beat the ground
Her hooves if they were material would have cracked
And her joints would have been dislocated long ago
If she were of this world her tendons would have ripped
And her lungs would have burst from shreeking and running
Running. Racing to nowhere, to find nothing.
No one was she seeking, and no one she had found
The night was as dark and lonely as ever,
She could not have seen, that in this dark
She would find her dream.
His flesh was rotting, his eyes were distant
Nether of this world was he.
She sped past without looking at first,
Filling the night with her sweet sorrow.
But as she ran she heard.
Things of the earth where not for her to hear, nor see
But the shreek that filled the night along with her's
Made her stop. Still for the forst time in forever, she listened.
The weezing scream, from one with no lungs
The shuddering of his weakened voice shot through her,
As if he were calling for help... help.
Turning she raced, letting out a call
Worry not for as sure doth the moon shine
I shalt fly with the wings of a tousand feinds
To break the evil upon thee!

The grip on his mind so intense.
He did not want...
He could not want, he was not a being of this world
He had no earthly desires, not exaustion, not hunger, not love...
But something in that song had awoken him
He could not refuse to want any longer.
He pushed the voice in his head off to the side
Letting the magic of the song enter his ears
The songs powers could not hurt mortals.
But it shattered the grip on his mind.
Shattered it like glass
Somewhere a jar broke, and his soul was freed,
He stood in shock. Eyes wide and seeing for the first time.
He was aware of his decay, he was aware of his filth
Yet all he could feel was his heart aching.
The sound had vanished and had he the tears, he would cry for it.
But then there she was,
Pure white and yet not.
Beautiful and yet horrifying.
Sad and lonely yet so happy and full of energy.
Was this "Love"?

As she raced to him, she heard him howl once more
But since that nothing heard she, worried that he had perrished
She halted in her wailing, putting all power to her legs
Wooshing past the trees she came to him
Skidding to a halt not ten feet from him.
Her wide amber eyes fixed on his flickering red ones
She felt her ghost of a heart flutter.
And then she sung
What doth yorn eyes behold?
Doth thou think that thine eyes hath seen a demon?
Or nay that thine hath seen an angel?
But thou hast seen nither, thou hast seen me.
But I ponder what hast thou seen in me?
She cloped forward, slow for once, head bobbing slightly
Had he really seen her? Did his heart feel as her's did?

His eyes shimered at her words, incased in tears he could never shed
He opened his mouth the let her know that he had seen an angel
But all that could come from his incomplete throat
Was a whisperd croak, he weezed again
Trying to tell her, but he couldn't.
He pleaded for her to hear his love with his eyes alone
He dipped his head, moving to nuzle her gently on the shoulder
Would she recoil?

Tilting her head as he tried to respond,
She knew his response was positive from the look in his eyes
But she was still unsure as to how much he felt
As he leaned in to her shoulder she intersepted with her own
Nuzling his nose with hers.
They'd made a connection.
And it was to continue, night after night.
Their song would be heard for miles around.
Sweet sorrow acompanied by Weezing decay
For now.
And forever.

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Emil + Cesare

Footprints On The Moon

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Have you seen the sun?
No longer will is shine.
Did you bring the paper?
'cause I brought all mine.
Didn't you talk about, never backing down?
Didn't you fall, flat on the ground?

I believe, in you you see you
I just cannot believe in me.
I believe, oh in you you see
I just cannot believe in me.

Woke up this mornin'
And I think I'll be fine.
Then again all these years were
Just a waste of time.
What happened to the mountain
You were supposed to climb?
There is no one like you
But I'm a dozen for a dime.

I believe, in you you see you
I just cannot believe in me.
I believe, oh in you you see
I just cannot believe in me.

I believe, in you you see you
I just cannot believe in me.

You say the sky's the limit
When there's Footprints On The Moon.
Every year all by itself,
That bright new flower blooms.
It's not your fault,
I'm just uncomfortable, with the truth.
Then again what am I sayin'
After all we all are doomed.

I believe, in you you see you
I just cannot believe in me.
I believe, oh in you you see
I just cannot believe in me.

[iBrevity]

AH YES, I've been waiting for this to come out <3 Amazing amazing as always, I DO hope there will be a fourth chapter to this? Please?
This deserves 10000000 cookie points.

Thank you so much for this. xD I was afraid nobody was reading it anymore. 8D I'm glad you like this; the fourth installment should be coming. xD I'm going to introduce some fellow spies of Chy's, lawl~

Anyway, on-topic;


Comm [m] xxx The Shadow [m]

The old man tapped his restless foot against the ground, an inner rhythm that matched the words he spoke.

"They call him the Shadow." He grinned at the young audience he faced, hungry eyes turned towards him as they gobbled up the tale he spun. "He is a man of magic and darkness, someone who hides in fairytales and folklores. It is said that he has thousand forms, but in all of those he holds eyes of molten gold; and when you see The Shadow, that is how you will know it is him." He winked, leaning back as he continued. "Many say he does not exist at all, that he is but a figment of our imagination but we know the truth, don't we?"

One child lifted his pale hand with a wide smile and pushed his shaggy dark green hair out of his face. "Mister, tell us about when he was born."

The man laughed as he took the kid and put him on his lap, balancing him on a knee. "They say that he's been alive for centuries if he's alive at all; that he's immortal. Nobody knows when he was born, or even where he comes from. But he is the greatest assassin that ever lived, and no one will best that reputation in the time we'll see."

From the corner, a long-legged man straightened. The clink of dogtags rustled against his chest as he frowned and folded his arms, glaring at the older man. "Stop telling stories, Da. We all know 'The Shadow' doesn't exist. It's just a child's tale."

But when he turned away his father leaned in with an eager grin and muttered just loud enough for his son to hear, "Poor Comm has never understood, has he kids?"

They all giggled and Comm frowned, but rather then complaining he picked a route to the back door. His footsteps were silent as he carried the trash out, lifting the dumpster lid and pouring the can in. As he worked he hummed to himself to fill in the silence the created; and abruptly, suddenly, the pressure of a hand on his shoulder drew from him a yelp.

"Shhh." A few locks of fine black hair brushed his shoulder when the other leaned forward, and the flicker of white teeth appeared beside him. "I owe you no harm."

Twisting to glare at him, Comm jerked out of his grasp and dropped the can, letting it clatter to the ground. "You don't sneak up on people in this neighborhood." He growled, hefting the trashcan back up and turning away. "If you need a meal, go to the front door."

He didn't even blink but he swore the man moved like light. He stood in front of him on the back doorstep, leaning against the door frame, his grin wide and sultry. "I can't go inside, kid. I find that showing up in public has a certain... disadvantage."

Opening his mouth to tell him off, Comm abruptly stopped. "It is said that he has thousand forms, but in all of those he holds eyes of molten gold; and when you see The Shadow, that is how you will know it is him."

The man's gold eyes twinkled as his grin widened. "Something wrong, kid?"

Comm gaped at him. "You have gold eyes. Gold eyes." He stepped back. "Holy-"

The Shadow's gloved hand closed over his mouth and he chuckled; even in the darkness the gold shimmer of his eyes made them seem like they were smoldering. "Now that you've recognized me," he drawled, nonchalant and casual. "Will you fetch me some food?"

[iPawki]

Possibly my favorite of yours, iBrevity. Absolutely amazing story and pairing~<3

[Rainpelt]

I have to agree with iPawki, out of all of your many wonderful stories, this is probably one of my favorites ^^

[Herdier]

Unnamed (female), and Guess Who (male)

This song is supposed to be from Guess Who's POV:

Hey there Delilah by the Plain White T's

Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true

Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me

Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me, girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame

Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This one's for you

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me.