Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Dani Fenton-Phantom]

You say you want a knight in shining armour?

Why on earth would you want that?

A knight's armour may shine, but it only covers up the dullness that lies underneath.

If you want a knight, find one with dull armour; one that shines inside...

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...please excuse this random little mind dump. I've just had this idea in my head for a while, and wanted to write a story for it. But couldn't think of a full story, so I just wrote this.

Aw. <3 Amazing

[Benvolio Montague]

You say you want a knight in shining armour?

Why on earth would you want that?

A knight's armour may shine, but it only covers up the dullness that lies underneath.

If you want a knight, find one with dull armour; one that shines inside...

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...please excuse this random little mind dump. I've just had this idea in my head for a while, and wanted to write a story for it. But couldn't think of a full story, so I just wrote this.

I love this. Best quote/tiny story I have ever read here.

Aw. <3 Amazing

Thank you both; it means a lot to hear all that. <3

[Lovely Dreamer]

The Demon And The Angel

He prowls the streets at night, cloaked by disguise
Knowing he'll never get up to the skies
It's said that he can't ever quit while he's ahead
Truthfully, he only quits once the girl he loved is dead

She glides above the world, glowing with pride and glory
But like all others like her, she has a back story
She cannot face the otherworldly monsters and beasts
Even though she can't be hurt, she knows they're all deceased

They once knew each other
and now they are lifeless, one after another
when she passed, he knew he'd gone too far
so with itself his body started a war
Because of this fighting, he could not survive
So he accepted that he would never thrive
he was wanted for murder, deception and lies
He was the reason that her mother still cries
And they met once in the middle and all she could say
to him was the simple, "Hello, and good day."
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I dunno, It just hit me...
Real story?

[Dani Fenton-Phantom]

The Demon And The Angel

He prowls the streets at night, cloaked by disguise
Knowing he'll never get up to the skies
It's said that he can't ever quit while he's ahead
Truthfully, he only quits once the girl he loved is dead

She glides above the world, glowing with pride and glory
But like all others like her, she has a back story
She cannot face the otherworldly monsters and beasts
Even though she can't be hurt, she knows they're all deceased

They once knew each other
and now they are lifeless, one after another
when she passed, he knew he'd gone too far
so with itself his body started a war
Because of this fighting, he could not survive
So he accepted that he would never thrive
he was wanted for murder, deception and lies
He was the reason that her mother still cries
And they met once in the middle and all she could say
to him was the simple, "Hello, and good day."
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I dunno, It just hit me...
Real story?

Yus. *Begger eyes* Please?

[Lennie]

- - - - -

it was amusing, as though a figment of one's imagination;
in the bright of daylight, in the darkness of night, he was failed to be seen,
as though a shadow at night and a beam of light in day.
and fight though the heroes did, the spindly man got away,
with the heroes now dead, not a man stood in his way;
in the end of it all, Jack the Ripper had won his little game...

london was to burn that night...

pardon the word vomit. ;A;
I just really have a deep interest in the stories of such mysteries such as JTR.
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late but lorreli, a gorgeous story. ^-^
and Benovolio, it's such a clever pairing, so sweet though the story.

[*KAT*]

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it twas amazing a prince with a regular girl
they both come from differnt worlds
the prince was killed and she would wait and wait in the tower for him
prince shep is dead the bad men cheered but I heard that he had himself a wife said one
so they carried her tied her up and dumped her in the river
but she long lived and prince shep did to long live the king


lolita and shep

[nocteKnight]

Ash [Male] x Lillian [Female]

What would you do if you had lost a loved one.
Would you do everything you can to bring them back?
Or would you learn to move on.
Sometimes the memories of the person can be enough.
Most cases it's not.

But What if...

What if you had the chance to trade a childs life for your lost loved one. Would you take the trade?

I've had this idea stuck in my head for awhile. owo

[Zeee]

[the following story is a fatherxxdaughter story, not a lovey story. eue]


xoale xx bella

... when we were together, i felt like i was in heaven. now, you actually are ...

We walked towards the inn cautiously, gazing at it's rickety outside. You couldn't even tell if the inn was made out of bricks or wood it was so filthy. Finally, I knew someone had to speak up. "I don't want to go inside." I stared at my feet then towards his shining grey eyes. He mumbled a word I didn't know of what it meant, and laughed, stroking my hair. "Why not?" He asked exitedly. "It looks good to me." I gazed suprisingly upon his exite-stricken face and then towards the inn. "It looks.." My voice got lower, and fell into a whisper. "...scary." I had finished with a deathly sigh. He whirled around to in his little cape and large fitting outfit. He pushed his black hair towards the sides of his face, where it wouldn't be in his eyes. No one spoke for a moment. "Xoale." I mumbled, scarcely even able to hear myself. Xoale looked suprise-stricken as soon as he heard me say his name. His real name. He shook me softly and grinned. "Bella, don't call me by my name. I am your father. Call me dad, it's..." He paused, seeking down my self-couscious soul. "normal." he finished with a sigh. I looked down at my feet in sadness, and hugged his leg gently. "Okay. Let's go inside Xo-" I paused, and corrected my mistake. "Dad." I was normal. Finally normal. We walked into the inn and set our bags down. A weary, tired looking man greeted us. He looked about as old as this inn. "Hello. I'm George, founder and lobby keeper. Welcome to The Rickety Boards Inn, where all is sweet and Rickety!" He smiled, and turned back at us. George laughed humbly. "Don't take that, it's our slogan, and copyrighted." Xoale and I both laughed as he winked at us. As George took our bags and assigned us a room and key, Xoale turned to me.
"Well isn't he kind?" He smiled. I grinned. "Yes, George is very kind!" We both turned away as he stroked my hair.
Very kind indeed George was. And that wasn't about to change.


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random story. sorry i couldn't leave you with a cliffhanger ending. would anyone enjoy more?

[Kangarose]

At first when I see you c r y
It makes me s m i l e
Yeah it makes me s m i l e
At worst I feel bad for a w h i l e
But then I just s m i l e
I go ahead and s m i l e
(lyrics from smile by lily allen)

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Marcus Wingman - John Foster

It started with a carnival and two cups of coffee.

Apparently, a lot of you like the way I write, so here's a story.

Marcus.
"Laaaaaadies and gentleman! May I present the astounding, the astonishing, the amazing! Magician, Marcus Wingmaaaan!"
The crowd cheered and clapped; they had waited to see this part of the show all night. They had been worked up by the little acts, the lion tamer, the woman who rode a zebra, but this was it. This was the big show, the one they had paid for. Marcus checked to make sure that all of his tricks were up his sleeves, then stepped into the bright, white, spotlit circle.

John.
"Foster! Get your skinny butt over here and mind the grill!" John Foster flinched and stuffed his book up underneath his bulky gray sweater, hoping that his boss hadn't seen him reading on the job. "Right away, Mr. Leeman," he said, scrambling to his feet and looking around frantically for an excuse. He grabbed a case of hotdog buns and came marching out of the back room, carrying them proudly. "Found 'em, Mr. Leeman," he said to the man in charge, holding up the case as if he had been told to fetch it. "Good man," said his boss, gesturing towards the counter. "Set 'em there, and keep an eye on the grill. I'm going to let Missy off of the register so she can see the magic show with her nieces." John nodded, and waited until his boss left the back room to sit down and pull the book out again. He flipped to the page he had been at and kept reading, entranced by the words.

Marcus.
The magician took his bow and twirled his top hat, producing a bouquet of roses that he presented to a woman who was sitting on the edge of the ring. She blushed and took them with a smile, but all Marcus got in return was an angry glare from the man sitting next to her. Turning, the magician made his way to the center of the ring and let a small plastic baggie of red powder drop from his sleeve into his hand. Whirling around, he threw it at the floor and the little dragonsnap firecrackers inside went off with a bang, throwing powder into the air. It the light and confusion of the crowd, Marcus ducked behind the curtain and was out of sight. The perfect disappearing act. Making his way to the dressing room, the magician changed into everyday clothes and left the circus tent. He was done for the night, and right now all he wanted was a hot dog with ketchup, mustard, and pickles. Oh, and maybe some of that celery salt. Marcus searched the fairgrounds until he found a little stand that sold the kind of food he was looking for. Going up to the counter, the magician rang the little silver bell.

John.
Dinggg. John looked up from his book as the bell rang, and waited for a few moments to see if his boss would answer it. He must have gone off to do something else, though, because he wasn't there. The young man stood up and put his book down, then went to the front of the stand and smiled in a friendly manner at the customer. He recognized him- it was the magician, Marcus what's-his-name. The one who performed in the circus. "Hello-" he began, glancing down at John's shirt for a moment and reading his name tag, "-John. How's it going?" John shrugged, and replied, "Pretty well-" he glanced at the magician's suit jacket, even though there was no tag there, "-Marcus." The magician laughed, and said, "Point taken. Can I have a hot dog with ketchup, mustard, and pickle slices, please?"

Marcus.
The man nodded and turned to get the order, placing it all in a little paper boat and handing it off. "That's $2.75," he said. Marcus took his hot dog and fished in his pockets, but came up empty. Sheepishly, he looked up at John and said, "I haven't got my wallet on me, sorry- can I buy you a cup of coffee instead? Maybe tomorrow morning, before my first show?"

John.
Coffee? That was a strange way to pay for food. John wasn't doing anything that early, though, and a break from his summer job would be a huge relief. As soon as it was fall he'd be back teaching at the local high school, but as a newly hired wet-behind-the-ears young teacher, he was greatly underpaid. "Sure," he finally answered. "Why not?" The magician grinned, and told him, "How about the little coffee shop next to the supermarket on Grayling? The one that has a bookstore upstairs." "The leep?" supplied John. He knew the shop well- he went there for most of his books, and the occasional cup of coffee. All of the regulars called it 'the leep'- it was a nickname picked up through the years. The sign above the door was weathered, and although it had used to say "Eat Sleep Read", most of the letters were gone now and it read more like 'E-t -leep --ed'. "Yeah, that's the one," answered Marcus. "Seven in the morning, if that's okay with you." "It's fine." "Alright, see you there!" The magician walked off with his hot dog and John watched him go, wondering if his boss would understand that the Marcus was paying him in coffee. Probably not.