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

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

lillian{f}.....................james{m}
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I want to live,
Where Soul Meets Body.
And let the sun,
Wrap it's arms around me.

A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere...

This was extremely well done, on top of being extremely sad. I really did like it, though.

[faraday]

@ migratingcoconut- Yeah, I was kinda sad when I was writing it. xD

@ Obscura- I noticed sad stories are the best. :3

@ freakishlyesterday;- Omigosh. I saw tat movie too. I totally forgot about it. ;_; I remember, he was a soccer player dude, and hit the little girl witht eh car. I remember her name was Gracie. D'8

@ Shimmerleaf- Don't cry. ;A; I'm glad you liked it, though,. :3

@ ● e r h y n ● - Thank you, you're a fantastic writer yourself. :3

I might have another story coming up for all of ya'lls, but I might just be lazy and bring one from a long time ago back from the dead. xD

[Shimmerleaf]

I'll Give You Anything For My Everything.

Pet's name: Alchemist
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Pet's name: The Queen's Daughter
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Before the pup's eyes, a mysterious girl ran through the fire and saved her from the raging flames that brought down the kingdom. The pup's fur, which had before been a beautiful aqua blue, had darkened as soon as she touched the flame. Her paw was completely burnt off, but she wasn't worried about that right now. She looked around for her mother, but she couldn't be seen. She then glanced at the mysterious girl who saved her.
"Who are you? Where is my mother!" the pup demanded.
"My name is Alchemist," the mysterious girl replied, "Do you want your mother back?"
"Of course i do!" she shouted, and started crying.
"Well, she's dead." Alchemist said flatly, and pointed to a corpse lying beside her. The pup stared at it with horror. Around it's neck was the pendant that was inherited to her mother. To the Queen. Her mother was dead, laying on the floor.
"This can't be happening....." the pup mumbled, and then glanced at Alchemist.
"I can bring her back, if ya want." Alchemist offered, grinning.
"You...can? Please, please, please bring her back! I'll give you anything for my everything!" the pup cried.
"Consider it done. However, in return, you will give yourself to me. You will be my everything. You will belong to me." Alchemist said happily, clapping her paws together.
"Yes." the pup said, not knowing the torture to come.

Should i continue?

Part two-
Alchemist laughed, almost like a fox that caught it's prey. "That's great! You should come to my place so we can begin the experiments." she said and grabbed the pup tightly, and then started dragging her along like a little girl's doll, through the dark streets that were far from the ruins of the kingdom. The pup was confused.
"Experiments?"
"Well, you do belong to me now, so.... i guess that means i can do whatever i want with you. Like experiments. You'll get what i mean soon enough" Alchemist said happily. She then thought a bit and looked at the pup. "What is your name?"
The pup looked at her. "The Queens Daughter." she replied, completely trusting Alchemist.
Alchemist frowned. "I mean your name, not your status." she growled, suddenly seeming like a witch.
"My name IS the Queens Daughter. This name was all that the elders would accept." the pup replied.
Alchemist shrugged and ran while dragging The Queens Daughter along. "Oh goodie. Anyway, we are going to my place straight away. What would happen if the villagers saw me with you?"
The Queens Daughter raised a brow. "Why does it matter if the villagers see you? Do they have a grudge against you or something?" she questioned, not liking the fact that she was being dragged. Alchemist grinned and laughed.
"Plenty of grudges. Anyway, we're at the entrance to my place now." she said. The Queens Daughter looked around. It was just another alleyway, without any doors or homes. The Queens Daughter's attention was soon drawn to Alchemist when a door suddenly opened out of thin air.
"Wow."
"I know, right? Anyway, through this door is and entrance to another dimension, aka, my home. But before we go, The Queens Daughter sounds much too long for a young girl like you. From now on your name shall be Queenie." Alchemist said and walked through the strange door, Queenie dragged behind her.

Part 3--
When Queenie went through the door, she was shocked. They were no longer in the dusty alleyway, but in a large garden, standing on an old stone path. Rain fell upon Queenie, and thunder shook the trees. Alchemist was smiling the whole way through. Queenie looked around. The garden was a mess, the trees twisted and turned, leafless. The flowers were dead but forced to stay upright. The pond was a fluro green, and she could have sworn she saw a frog's skeleton leap out of it. The sky was tinged with a dark red, even though it was noon. Queenie shivered.
Alchemist finally released her grip off Queenie, and started walking along the path. Queenie followed Alchemist.
"Alchemist, why was the water green?" Queenie asked her. Alchemist laughed.
"Why, that was not water! That was an acid pond, where my failed experiments go to waste. You will go in there if you disobey me." Alchemist explained firmly, clicking her paws almost like a human. Queenie looked back.
"What is acid? Why was the frog only a skeleton?"
Alchemist grinned and looked down at Queenie. "You'll find the answer to that if you disobey me. Now, enough with the question, let's go straight to the house. The rain will do horrors to my fur."
Queenie looked in front of her. She was overwhelmed by what she saw. Instead of the royal castle she was used to, in front of her was an enormous mansion, that looked centuries old, unlike the polished building that had been passed down through the generations. Alchemist pushed the large doors.
Creaaaak.
The doors were literally blasted off, and Alchemist casually walked inside. Queenie hesitated. Alchemist went up the spiral staircase as soon as they got in, once again dragging the unfortunate pup with her. The stairs were most uncomfortable to brush her rib against, Queenie's legs could not keep up with the large steps.
"Alchemist, where are we going?"
"Why straight to the laboratory, of course."

Part 4--
Queenie couldn't remember anything that happened after she dragged into the laboratory, but she woke up on the floor. She looked around her. She was in the lab still, but there was equipment scattered across the floor, and she saw Alchemist. Alchemist sat on the floor, looking down miserably. There was some blood stained on her fur.
"Alchemist, what happened? Why are you bleeding? Why aren't you laughing deviously like you always do? Why are you looking at the floor like that?"the pup asked, clueless, "and you said you would bring back my mother, where is she?"
Alchemist looked at her, and stood up. "The experiment was a failure, pup." she said harshly. The pup whimpered.
"What were you experimenting on?" Queenie asked.
"Me."

More please! I love it!

[s y n]

cecilia & sepia

A lonely girl without a friend in the world,
A bear at a toy store made her happiness unfurl.
Like feathered wings, it grew around her,
Surrounding her in a bliss as beautiful as a flower.

The little girl clung tightly to her worn brown bear, watching the trees fly by. She missed her parents ever so deeply. She had never lived in a good neighbourhood; War raged around her. Finally, it took two of those she loved dearly. The social worker examined Cecilia's folder vaguely as she drove. "Cecilia, would you rather live in a group building, or a foster home?" she asked quietly, sorrowful sympathy heavy in her calm, peaceful voice.
The little girl didn't respond. She stared out the window with a blank expression, the streaks of her drying tears and the holes in her tiny heart the only remaining evidence of the incident. She wanted to say neither. But the words wouldn't form. Her voice couldn't say them.
"Group building." the social worker muttered, scribbling something down on her folder. "Cecilia, could I have your bear?"
"Sepia." Cecilia said emotionlessly, tightening her grip around her ashen teddy.
"Hmm?"
Cecilia's teal eyes were gray and dull. "His name is Sepia."
"Oh. May I please have him? I'd like to get him cleaned up and fixed."
"No."
"Why not, Cecilia?"
The little girl turned away. "Because he loves me for who I am, and I love him for who he is. I don't want him to change at all."
"But it's just for best intentions."
She shook her head. "Sepia is perfect just how he is."






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[OMGItsFireFoxx]

cecilia & sepia

A lonely girl without a friend in the world,
A bear at a toy store made her happiness unfurl.
Like feathered wings, it grew around her,
Surrounding her in a bliss as beautiful as a flower.

The little girl clung tightly to her worn brown bear, watching the trees fly by. She missed her parents ever so deeply. She had never lived in a good neighbourhood; War raged around her. Finally, it took two of those she loved dearly. The social worker examined Cecilia's folder vaguely as she drove. "Cecilia, would you rather live in a group building, or a foster home?" she asked quietly, sorrowful sympathy heavy in her calm, peaceful voice.
The little girl didn't respond. She stared out the window with a blank expression, the streaks of her drying tears and the holes in her tiny heart the only remaining evidence of the incident. She wanted to say neither. But the words wouldn't form. Her voice couldn't say them.
"Group building." the social worker muttered, scribbling something down on her folder. "Cecilia, could I have your bear?"
"Sepia." Cecilia said emotionlessly, tightening her grip around her ashen teddy.
"Hmm?"
Cecilia's teal eyes were gray and dull. "His name is Sepia."
"Oh. May I please have him? I'd like to get him cleaned up and fixed."
"No."
"Why not, Cecilia?"
The little girl turned away. "Because he loves me for who I am, and I love him for who he is. I don't want him to change at all."
"But it's just for best intentions."
She shook her head. "Sepia is perfect just how he is."






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YES! continue please. *I was listing to a sad yet kind of similar song to this when i read this. *Oklahoma-Billy Gilman*

[IndigoDreams]

cecilia & sepia

A lonely girl without a friend in the world,
A bear at a toy store made her happiness unfurl.
Like feathered wings, it grew around her,
Surrounding her in a bliss as beautiful as a flower.

The little girl clung tightly to her worn brown bear, watching the trees fly by. She missed her parents ever so deeply. She had never lived in a good neighbourhood; War raged around her. Finally, it took two of those she loved dearly. The social worker examined Cecilia's folder vaguely as she drove. "Cecilia, would you rather live in a group building, or a foster home?" she asked quietly, sorrowful sympathy heavy in her calm, peaceful voice.
The little girl didn't respond. She stared out the window with a blank expression, the streaks of her drying tears and the holes in her tiny heart the only remaining evidence of the incident. She wanted to say neither. But the words wouldn't form. Her voice couldn't say them.
"Group building." the social worker muttered, scribbling something down on her folder. "Cecilia, could I have your bear?"
"Sepia." Cecilia said emotionlessly, tightening her grip around her ashen teddy.
"Hmm?"
Cecilia's teal eyes were gray and dull. "His name is Sepia."
"Oh. May I please have him? I'd like to get him cleaned up and fixed."
"No."
"Why not, Cecilia?"
The little girl turned away. "Because he loves me for who I am, and I love him for who he is. I don't want him to change at all."
"But it's just for best intentions."
She shook her head. "Sepia is perfect just how he is."






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@Warning: Adorable; please continue. <3
@rainy: Yes, that's the one! ;c
@Nightlily: Poor lifeless soul. ;o;

[faraday]

hope{f}..............bennet{m}

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The light hurt my head.

That was the first thing I noticed. The next thing I noticed, was the room. No windows, no doors. The walls, ceiling, and the floor were all cement. There was a single light at the top of the room. It smelled of oil paint. I was in a bed, that was lumpy and hard. There was a nightstand next to the bed, with a tray containing a teacup and a teapot. The contents of the teapot was steaming. There was a rocking chair in the other corner of the room, with a book sitting on the seat of it. There was a grate on the bottom of one of the walls. I watched it, wondering how I got here. Then I saw him.

I jumped, a scream clogging my throat. He gripped the bars of the grate, watching me. His face was completely wiped of emotion. "Abbie. Read me a story. You know I can't go to sleep without a story." Him. He took me here. I felt my face wrench into a grimace. "No." I said, my voice hard. Unwavering. "Come on, Ab-" "I'M NOT ABBIE!" I screamed, lunging for the grate, my fingernails scratching the iron bars. He took a step back, still watching me. "I reccomend the tea, Abbie. It's delicious." His voice was even and cool. For a few seconds he lingered there, watching, before he left, his footsteps echoing across the corridors.

The tea? What tea? I turned around, and simultaneously remembered the teapot on the nightstand. I crawled over to the nightstand, the floor cold on my knees. My fingers fumbled as they grasped the handle of the pot, and I poured the hot liquid into the ceramic cup. The tea was an iridescent russet brown, which smelled of thyme and lavendar. I raised the cup to my mouth, and took a sip. Immediately my senses dulled, and black spots appeared in my vision. I tried to crawl onto the bed, but already my motorskills had failed. After that, everything was black.

I woke up in the rocking chair, the book in my lap. It was titled, The Troll's Daughter. I tried to get up, but ropes secured me to the chair. I ran my fingers through my hair, and instantly knew something was wrong. It was too short. I pulled it out in front of my face so I could see it, and gasped. Blonde. He had cut and dyed my hair blonde. I turned my head to face the grate, to see him watching. "What did you do to me?!" I demanded, sobs escapig my throat. "Read me a story Abbie. You know I can't fall asleep without one." I glared at him, tears welling up in my eyes. "Okay, fine." I muttered, opening the children's book. "Once upon a time, a troll lived in the kingdom. All of the townspeople feared him, but one day, his wife gave birth to a beautiful girl. She loved her family very much, but she did not understand why the townspeople feared them. One day she asked, "Dear father, why-" "No." He interuped, shaking his head. "No, no, Abbie- you have to do the voices." His voice was no longer composed, but showing hints of frustration and anger. "Okay!" I exclaimed, laying my head in the book. "I'll be whoever you want, I'll be Abbie!" Hot sticky tears streamed down my face, making my vision falter. There was a moment of silence, and the only thing I could hear was my occasional sniffle. "Abbie, why are you crying?" He asked, his voice brimming with sympathy. Play along. I let a smile cross my face. "I don't know what came over me, I'm sorry." I apologized in a soft voice, smoothing my dress. "Finish the story!" He encouraged, a smile spreading across his face.

"And the villagers cried, Hooray!, and they all lived happily. Ever. After." He smiled at me, and opened the grate. The hinges were old, and squeaked when they opened. He struggled to get in, but eventually pulled himself up. He walked over to the nightstand, and poured two cups of tea. He walked over, holding the tray out to me. "I miss you." He said, his voice hardly a whisper. Not knowing what he meant, I decided to play along. "Me too." He smiled at my reply, and gestured towards the tray. "Drink." He encouraged, watching as I grabbed a cup. "Is this the last time?" I asked. He nodded. I put it to my lips, and took a sip. This time there was no immediate drowsiness. "All of it." I looked up at him, following his instructions. I drank until it was all gone, and he grabbed my hand. "C'mon, now." He said, leading me out of the cramped room through the grate. Everything was suzzy- I mean, fuzzy. Not that it mattered anyways. My legs went limp, amp, I... I mean...... and he had to... carry. Me. We were in a room.... window- it, it had.... one. A... window, I mean. "Where... a... are we... goin'?" His face... so pretty. "We're going to forever, Abbie." He put me on table. No, on a table. Lots of girls look like me on other tables. They all sleeping. They all short blonde hair. There needles in them. Sleepy... sleepy like them...

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I'm on a roll tonight. 8D My second story. Hope ya'll enjoy!<3

[Zeee]

Harmony {f}

VvVv The snowman {???}

The abused teenage girl and the cold, lonely snowman.


The snowman sat quietly in the front yard, perfectly still.

While the girl drove around the town, stopping at every house and throwing a snowball at the window. This was a girl who would be bad; breaking rules,being bratty, anything she wanted to do went forward. She threw a snowball at the snowman, knocking the leaf hat off his head.

A little girl ran out the door to save her snowman, as Harmony laughed her head off uncontrollably.

She wasnt always like this... As a child, she was very kind and considerate. But when she turned 15 and had problems with school, failing classes, and going out without permission (permission from her mother, but not from her father), her father snapped. He couldnt take it.

And he started abusing her. In her own room, every night. Her mother always looked in the door of her bedroom to see her husband abusing Harmony to get her to stop doing things.
All she did was stare Harmony in the eyes, look at the streaks of tears rolling down her cheek, shake her head, and turn the lights out.

...She let it continue.

This time it was so bad, she had to go to the hospital. When the doctor asked what happened, her mother looked at her and stared her in the eyes as Harmony started crying, then shook her head and said that she had no idea what the slap marks, bruises, and cuts were from.

The doctor said, "Well these things cant just appear in the night." Her mother (ok her mothers name is Chandler) just always said, "Well... I dont know what happened. At night Harmony---" She always hesitated to continue. "...Always goes to bed perfectly. Not a bruise in place."

The doctor then took Harmony into the other room. Without Chandler.
He wanted the truth.
She always just shook her head, sniffling into her unicorn stuffy. Finally the doctor was relived that she told the truth.
"....My... dad.." She always hesitated, to say anything, really. "Umm.. Abuses me." She finally spit it out. It was akward to be talking about, she felt.

The doctor had no idea. "Oh! This is nothing to be going on, Harmony. Why didnt your mother tell me?" Harmony always shook her head.

"She let it go on.. she looked in my bedroom, stared me in the eyes, and just.. left. Turned out the lights.
Heard me crying and screaming, but... she.. didnt come for my rescue."

You let it go o.n
I c r i e d in the night
But you just turned out the lights
You dont actually care about me
You just want H I M


Let's get back to the part where Harmony is now moved out--

The snowman reminded her of when she was a happy child. Every winter she made one, and cried when it melted.

She reversed and parked at the curb, looking and patting at the crying little girl. Her snowman was demolished.

Harmony set his head back in place, fixed a few parts, stuck his nose and eyes back on, and she handed the girl the leaf, and whispered. "You put it on." The little girl smiled, wiping the tears, as Harmony lifted her up and she put the leaf on. The little girl failed to cling to Harmony's foot as she walked back to her car. The little girl ran inside to tell her mother.

I looked back at the snowman.
Woah.

...

I swear it just blinked at me.

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@rainy: I think I'm in shock. o.o