Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Keriae]

Beck (M) and Jade (F)

Silly me... I wasn't supposed to fall in love with the Bad Boy....

This made me laugh. XD Me and SlytherinChick have two characters called Beck and Jade and they're in love. XD

[The Smiler]

Beck (M) and Jade (F)

Silly me... I wasn't supposed to fall in love with the Bad Boy....

Beck X Jade? I sense a victorious fan.

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

"When two people meet, what do you get?"
The question hangs in the air, children shuffling their feet as the teacher watches, waiting. She smiles, lips curling up. It is for this easy smile that her class adores her. She asks again.
"When two people meet, what do you get?"
Eyes rove towards the smartest kids in the class, the teacher's pets. After two years together, the others have already discovered they have all the answers. This time, however, even they seem stumped. There's a quiet scraping noise from the back, a chair being moved away from the desk. A young boy stands up, nervously, shaggy locks hiding bright brown eyes.
The young teacher smiles again, brilliant blue eyes meeting the boy's, coaxing out his answer.
"Can you tell me what you get when two people meet?"
The child stands up straighter, brushing the hair from his face. His eyes narrow as he thinks for a moment, phrasing the answer in his head as only a second grader can.
"You get fate."

[OMGItsFireFoxx]

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~Will~ + ~Belle~

The first time he sees her, it's raining, and she's leaning against the gray building, curled into a ball. He could've sworn that he saw tears slip down her face, but he might have been confusing it with the rain.
"Hey, are you alright?" he asked, concerned. He had always been the nice one, the one who helped old ladies cross the street. She brought an arm to her eyes, wiping the tears away.
"'M fine," she muttered in reply, trying to get up. He offered his hand, and she took it, a slight smile.
"So, what name should I call you to thank you?" she asked, the ends of her lips twitching.
"My name's Will. You can call me that," he grinned, staring at her with unnervingly blue eyes.
"My name's Bluebelle, but I prefer Belle," she replied, shaking the hand she was holding.
"See ya around... Belle." Her name rolled off his tongue, and he smiled, walking away.
"Wait!" she called. Will stopped, turning slightly.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Can we meet here again?" Belle asked, redness spreading over her cheeks. He nodded.
"Same time?"
"Same time."

As the steady downpour continued, Belle stood at the same block, waiting impatiently.
What if he doesn't show up? she thought worriedly. As she was lost in her thoughts, a shock of blue clouded her vision.
"Sorry I'm late!" Will said, a tone of anxiety. Belle just smiled.
"It's no problem." They looked at each other with blue eyes, and started laughing.
"Sorry, it's just your eyes. They're just so... beautiful," he murmured, staring into her eyes. She stared back, and it felt like it was only them in the world. It felt like it wasn't raining like nuts, it felt like heaven. Happiness.
"Can I try something?" He asked softly. She nodded, her eyes fluttering shut.
She felt him press his lips to hers, and suddenly, it felt better than heaven, she couldn't describe it to save her life.
Suddenly, they pulled apart, and stared again into each other's eyes.
"Everyday, we meet here?" she asked quietly. He nodded, and hugged her, going back down the block.

And as the meetings became more frequent, they found themselves on a park bench, on Valentine's Day. Will smiled as Belle talked about her day.
"And Sally's fallen in love with Harry! Isn't it sweet?" she laughed. Will nodded.
"I love you."
Those three words. Belle stopped, eyes wide.
"I love you, too."
They smiled, and suddenly, Will remembered something.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" he asked.
"Sure!" Belle answered, grinning. Will opened his mouth, and look at his watch.
"Aw, I gotta go. See ya, Beauty. Love ya!" he said, and walked off.
"Love ya too!" Belle shouted after him. He smiled, waving.

Belle sat in her apartment, looking at the assortment of photos she had of them together. She loved him.
And he loved her.
God, she was happy. Nothing could ruin this for her.
Nothing.
What did she ever do to deserve such happiness? She was never smart in school, she wasn't talented, but somehow she managed to be blissfully happy.
She looked up at her ceiling.
Oh, why should she care if she deserved it? She was happy!
But somehow, it seemed too good to be true.

She was curled on her couch, watching one of her movies that she kept in her drawer. It was comforting, familiar to watch it. Suddenly, the phone rang.
"Hello?" she asked curiously.
"Is this Bluebelle? Bluebelle Silvere?" an unfamiliar voice said on the other side.
"Yes."
"Do you know Will Cobalt?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry to say that he was attacked on his way home, and died from complications arisen from his injuries," the voice was calm and collected, but Belle's world started to spin.
"Could you repeat that?" she choked.
"I'm sorry, Miss Silvere."

And as her eyes closed she felt like she was falling, falling with nobody to land on.

Not Will, not anyone.

-End of part 1-

Cant wait for part 2

[aquamarine]

@scottydawg: I'm not trying to sound mean at all because I know you're just asking for opinions, but you shouldn't bump stories just to get comments. I think someone else (Selcouth?) has said it before, but your point in posting stories should be for your own pleasure and satisfaction, not just to get comments from others. Not to put you down or anything, I can admit to loving comments as much as the next writer. Just stating it.

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The werewolf's biggest fear is that of a full moon ...



The man ran low to the ground, hiding in the shadows. He could let no one see him here, especially as the night sky grew darker and the time of the full moon moon came near. He dared a glance up to the clouds and groaned when he saw that the clouds were already splitting to reveal the moon.

He continued to run towards the dark and looming forest, praying that he would make it to the safety of the trees in time. Not far now ...

Suddenly, a tremor swept through his body and he dropped to the floor, letting out an agonizing moan. He writhed and spazzed on the ground, violent shudders overcoming his body as he began to transform. He felt his skin tightening, his bones lengthening, and he shut his eyes as tightly as he could, willing the pain to be over and the transformation to be quick.

"Well, well, well ... what have we here?"

The wolf rose to his paws and narrowed his eyes at the man who stood before him, dressed completely in black and wearing a smirk on his face.

"Nice moon-lit night for a walk, Professor Lupin?"

Lupin snarled at Snape. Dropping to all fours, he ran towards for the cover of the Forbidden Forest. The need to scream was eating away his lungs as he contained the noise bursting in his throat.

He climbed to the highest rock, placed right above Aragog's hollow and looked up at the moon. Tilting his head back, he let out a mournful howl.

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[awkward harry potter ref]

[Cinn]

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part one;;

"How many have you gotten?" my sister asks me quietly as we swiftly move through the forest together.
"Nine this round," I breathe lowly. It's good in a way: I'm not dead. But much worse, because if I get one more, there will be five people after me.
What fuels us to kill, instead of hide? If we don't kill, the walkie-talkie boss tracks us, and sends in men to kill us.
"You?" I question.
"Only three," she replies, lowering her volume more to match mine. I'm only a few minutes older than her, but she likes to do exactly as I do, since I'm her big sis.
Suddenly, her expression turns grave, and she stops.
"What?" I ask. "Next assignment?"
"Yeah," she whispers. "It's..." Pause. "It's my best friend, from school." Her voice quivers.
"Oh.. I'm so sorry." I don't know what else to say. I never got close to anybody between rounds.
She shakes her head. "It's not your fault." After a deep breath, she nods. "I'd better be off." I nod after her, feeling sad to see my sister like this. She turns and runs away.

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Steady, now. Hold your breath. Don't make a sound. Aim. Fire.
That's ten.
Someone else is out to get me now, in addition to the other four.
Hours passed my tenth kill, nobody is after me, and I've yet to receive my next assignment. I walk cautiously near a forest path; this is where I go between contracts. It's my safe place. My sister isn't back yet, and I'm worried what might have happened. So many thoughts and worries clogging my thoughts...
Crack.
What was that?! My head shoots around, my bow pulled back and ready to fire.
"Relax." I lower my bow. "It's just me." Chris, my sister, steps from behind a tree. I sigh in relief.
"So... you did it?" I ask slowly. I get a nod of the head in reply. I can tell she doesn't want to remember any of it.
"Well, I suppose we can go to the--" I hear someone sprinting at us from behind. My head whips to the direction. Three people are chasing us! "Run!" I yell to Chris.
My run turns into a full-blown sprint after a moment. I only hope Chris is close behind me--
"Amber! Help!" I hear her scream. Without even stopping to think, I turn to help her get up. She's about twenty feet back, and the assassins are too close, but she's my sister. I just keep moving, keep running as fast as I can. When I reach Chris, I bend down to help her up. Instead of reaching out her hand to grab mine, I find her knife pointed directly at my throat.

(( More? ))

More please c:

The twist at the end of part 1 is very nice.

[artemis5001]

@scottydawg: I'm not trying to sound mean at all because I know you're just asking for opinions, but you shouldn't bump stories just to get comments. I think someone else (Selcouth?) has said it before, but your point in posting stories should be for your own pleasure and satisfaction, not just to get comments from others. Not to put you down or anything, I can admit to loving comments as much as the next writer. Just stating it.

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The werewolf's biggest fear is that of a full moon ...



The man ran low to the ground, hiding in the shadows. He could let no one see him here, especially as the night sky grew darker and the time of the full moon moon came near. He dared a glance up to the clouds and groaned when he saw that the clouds were already splitting to reveal the moon.
[center]I'm a big Harry Potter fan, Lupin being one of my fav characters, and I loved it, nice job!

He continued to run towards the dark and looming forest, praying that he would make it to the safety of the trees in time. Not far now ...

Suddenly, a tremor swept through his body and he dropped to the floor, letting out an agonizing moan. He writhed and spazzed on the ground, violent shudders overcoming his body as he began to transform. He felt his skin tightening, his bones lengthening, and he shut his eyes as tightly as he could, willing the pain to be over and the transformation to be quick.

"Well, well, well ... what have we here?"

The wolf rose to his paws and narrowed his eyes at the man who stood before him, dressed completely in black and wearing a smirk on his face.

"Nice moon-lit night for a walk, Professor Lupin?"

Lupin snarled at Snape. Dropping to all fours, he ran towards for the cover of the Forbidden Forest. The need to scream was eating away his lungs as he contained the noise bursting in his throat.

He climbed to the highest rock, placed right above Aragog's hollow and looked up at the moon. Tilting his head back, he let out a mournful howl.

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[awkward harry potter ref] [/center]

Edit: Hmm not sure what happened to what I wrote O.o Anyway, I said 'I'm a huge HP fan, Lupin being one of my fav characters, and I loved this ^^

[Zeee]

artemis xx pandora


[should i write a story?]

[micah]

xxx (m) --- The Dean (m)

"You do know what the punishment for the... Crime you have committed is, correct?" The Dean was a young man, perhaps mid-thirties, but the troublemaker noticed his thick wrinkles. They were around his worn lips and they creased his forehead in half. With the lad not answering the elder's face contorted slightly and he prepared to speak again. "You do know... That the correct punishment would be to send you to the--"

"You want to send me to the underground correctional facility?" He asked with honest complacency. "I..."

The man coughed and leaned in slightly, hushing his tone. "I have decided that perhaps it would not be wise to send you there. I went there and it did not do what was implied."

He stared at the dean, who's face was in his palms. Clearing his throat the boy smiled again. "If anything it's made you very accepting. Now that your choice has been made... I suppose you should know who I killed? It was your daughter. Your daughter."

The dean looked up and snagged the boy's uniform tie. "Don't think I don't know, you pond scum," his breathing was thicker than before. "I may be a monotonous individual but I am no idiot. She's the only reason I am not going to kill you right here, right now. That was her wish, for you to live.
Sometimes I question both our sanities - hers for not ordering for your death and mine for accepting her wish."

[Wildmagic_warrior]

"Brother, what have they done to you?"
"I might ask you the same thing."
"They've changed us."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I don't know."

We were not in a prison, my brother and I. We were not in cages, nor had we been placed in a pound. It was a night like any other night- the half moon glittered peacefully down over the small town in which we lived, in which our owners let us roam freely. It was like that for all dogs- as long as you played nice, they let you play. That had always been fine by my brother and I. He was named Racer; I was Bone. I was the quiet type, and I kept my brother out of trouble. It was a night like any other night, but something had changed. We had changed. It hadn't been violent or painful. No. Just an ordinary vet visit, with some rather extraordinary results. I had never before had the ability to change my color to suit my moods or surroundings, nor had Racer the power to run faster than the wind itself. Out markings had changed, too. We had gone from an ordinary pair of mutts to something quite a bit out of the ordinary. I had gained blue stripes and circles; my brother, yellow spikes. They called us by different names now, too. He was Bolt, and I, Night Dragon. They seemed to think that we could rid them of all of their problems. But they don't understand. We're no superheroes; we're not destined to save the world. We just want everything back to the way it was before. Unfortunately, I don't think that's possible.