Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Lizzy<3]

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"I bullied you, tortured you, treated you like a nerd, called you a clown, blamed you for the things I did, and nearly stabbed you with an arrow. What did I do to deserve such love from you? I mean, you may have glasses and be a walking computer, but everyone likes you. Even I, myself, like you. A lot. What did I happen to do to deserve your love."
"You were.. you. You treated me like the regular school girl I want to be."

Story?

Yes please

[•r•u•s•s•a•n•d•o•l•]

Symphony of silver tears,
Sing to me and sooth the ring in my ears,
Overcast these gloomy nights wear on,
But I'm holding fast because it's darkest just before the dawn.

I sang my princess fast asleep,
'Cause she was my dream come true,
Oh Annmarie, believe me, I loved you.

But now those lonely lullabies,
Just dampen my tired eyes,
Because I can't forget you.
Because I can't forget you.

I'll dissolve when the rain pours in,
When the nightmares take me,
I will scream with the howling wind,
'Cause it's a bitter world and I'd rather dream.

Dizzy love turned a star lily pink,
And hung above our lids too flushed to blink,
But icy blue froze the fairytale cold,
Though I treasured you and you sparkled with someone to hold.

I sang my princess fast asleep,
'Cause she was my dream come true,
Oh Annmarie, believe me, I loved you.

But now those lonely lullabies,
Just dampen my tired eyes,
Because I can't forget you.
Because I can't forget you.

I'll dissolve when the rain pours in,
When the nightmares take me,
I will scream with the howling wind,
'Cause it's a bitter world and I'd rather dream.

I'll dissolve when the rain pours in,
When the nightmares take me,
I will scream with the howling wind,
'Cause it's a bitter world and I'd rather dream.
And I'd rather dream.

Annmarie, I'll never forget you.
Annmarie, I'll never forget you.
Annmarie, remember me?
I'll never forget you.
Annmarie, remember me?
I'll never forget you.
Annmarie, remember me?
I'll never forget you.

(might write a story to go along with these two later)

[cup of cocoa]

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"I bullied you, tortured you, treated you like a nerd, called you a clown, blamed you for the things I did, and nearly stabbed you with an arrow. What did I do to deserve such love from you? I mean, you may have glasses and be a walking computer, but everyone likes you. Even I, myself, like you. A lot. What did I happen to do to deserve your love."
"You were.. you. You treated me like the regular school girl I want to be."

Parts
Part One

Part One

My eyes darted up at the clock. 12;00 P.M. "Ugh," I groaned. Where is that new student? Then she came in. Her pink hair fell elegantly behind her back. She wore professional glasses, and had darker magenta fur to match her hair slightly.
She beamed at the class. "Hello!" she said brightly. "My name is Melissa," she said, feeling a bit shy all of a sudden after her happy performance. Two things bothered me, though.
First of all, her eyes were nearly the same exact color as mine! I used to be favored for my golden eyes. And now here she just marches in with the same golden eyes. But these golden eyes had a slight twist. They were blazing. But this wasn't the bad kind of blazing. This was the blazing of which showing purity, and naturalism. I have to compliment, her eyes were prettier than mine.
Secondly, she wore the same brand of shirt I wore. The only thing was that her shirt was pink with baby pink hearts on them, and mine was black with a broken red heart. Totally opposite, but the same at the same time. This made a growl rumble through my throat. I was surely going to demand her to move to another world.
The second I saw everyone wave to her with happy smiles and waves, I grew jealous and raging. They didn't do that to me when I came in this school for the first time. Even the teacher was waving and smiling! How disrespectful they were, to do that straight in my face! I growled even louder, but no one took note.
As Melissa walked down the aisle, everyone stretched out their hand; a gesture of wanting a high-five. I narrowed my eyes. I was the only one in the whole class not to give Melissa a high-five. Everyone turned back to me, giving me evil glares.
Yeah, they finally noticed me. But they noticed me in a bad day. I knew that now, school was going to be a lot worse with this little petty girl in my life.

[○WaterDrops○]

[Zeee]

My shadows the only thing that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating


"Who-who are you?" Her frightened voice mumured.
He cocked his twisted mind and head and hoarsely replied,

"Im your worst nightmare."

[story?]

[~*Fyra*~]

Sin, the Bad Boy~*~Corazon, the Perfect One

I take a deep breath, listening to the audience of cheering parents over the frantic pounding of my heart. I am nervous; this is not like the other things. I have been in countless events. But I have never graduated. This is something completely new.
All too soon, I hear my name being called. I walk onto the stage, applause greeting me. My eyes search the crowd, but I do not see him.
I accept the diploma, shake the principle's paw, and smile at the many cameras and recorders that capture my every action. As I walk from the platform, I scan the audience once more, hoping to spot his tail waving in the air as he rushes toward me. But I don't. He isn't here.
He promised to come... why didn't he?

All I can think about is her. She was graduating today, right now. I would never graduate, but I told her I would be there. I promised.
And yet, I am here, in this dark and lonely alleyway, instead of there, with her. I never should have agreed to come here. I realize that now. But it is too late. As much as I wish I could, I can't make edits to my past. If I could, there are more than enough changes I would make.
She is not one of them. I will never regret all that time spent with her. My only regret is that I cannot be with her. Not now. Not ever again.
I wish I had given it to her sooner. I saved for months, just to buy that diamond. And now I will never be able to ask the question, to see her blue eyes sparkle one last time.
Why did I have to be the bad boy? Why couldn't I have been perfect, like she was?

The second the graduation party is over, I am gone. I take off as fast as my legs will carry me, heading for his house. I need to ask him why he didn't come, especially after he promised to be there.
I fly up the front porch steps of his house. It's an old, white one-story, and it's falling apart, but it looks better inside. I knock hastily on the door, carefully crafted from well-polished oak, then take a step back to wait for an answer.
His mother opens the door a foot or two. "Hello, Corazon. Is something wrong?"
"I'm not sure," I reply breathlessly. "Sin promised to be at my graduation, but he wasn't there. Is he home?"
His mother shakes her head, her pretty smile fading. "He left this morning. I haven't seen him since."
I am starting to worry. It's strange, even for him, to just disappear. His mother continues, "I'm sure you'll find him soon. Maybe he meant to come, but something came up."
I knew she was trying to reassure me, but it wasn't working. He wouldn't have missed my party, not for the world. It just wasn't like him to vanish like this.
"Congratulations on your graduation, Corazon," his mother says.
"Thank you," I say, putting on a fake smile. "I'd better let you go."
We talk a moment longer before saying our good-byes. Then I am running again, looking in every one of his favorite places. Something is wrong. I can sense it.

I struggle hopelessly against the ropes holding me, but it does no good. I am trapped.
I look around for something that will help, but I see nothing. Wonderful. I am tied to a chair in a deserted alleyway on the outskirts of town, alone and helpless. I can't stand it.
My fur-tipped ears prick as voices approach me, and I recognize the gang I thought I led. I flatten my ears and bare my teeth as they turn towards me, a growl rising in the depths of my throat.
"Hey, Sin," snarls one, "how's it feel, being left for dead?"
"I'm not dead yet," I snap back. "How dare you turn on me? Your leader?"
"All you did was get us in trouble," retorts another. "We're tired of getting caught while you make a clean getaway. So now it's your turn to go to the doghouse."
"I don't do this stuff anymore," I inform him, "so I won't get in trouble."
"Only 'cause your girlfriend made you stop!"
"She is not my girlfriend," I say, looking him straight in the eye.
"Oh, sure."
"Still, I don't want to do this any more. It's wrong. I can't stand it." I fumble the ring in the back pocket of my jeans as I speak, feeling a pang of sadness at the mention of her. I am reminded once more of how I will never see her again. That hurts, more than torture ever could.
"Backing out on us, eh?" says the first. "Always knew you never had it in you."
"Then why did you go along with me?"
"We were stupid, thinking we'd have you as a leader."
I shake my head. "I don't want to talk about this. Just do whatever you're gonna do."
"Yeah, well, we were just talking about that," says the second one. "What are we gonna do with you?"
"The doghouse ain't enough for ya?" I ask.
"It'll do for now." Replies the first. "C'mon, guys, let's drag this rat to the doghouse."
I cling to the ring for dear life. The doghouse is a horrible nightmare to bad boys like me. They spell certain death, especially for me. I wish more than anything to have been able to give her this ring.

(Anyone up for more?)

-Fyra

[vinyl]

Sin, the Bad Boy~*~Corazon, the Perfect One


(Anyone up for more?)

-Fyra

Yes,please write more!

[FlyteofHeart]

Nixon and Fiona (:

I think they are adorable.

[Keriae]

All characters, dialogue/coloured text and storyline/plot belong to J.K Rowling. I do not own them, and all credit goes to J.K Rowling.


Merope Guant xxXXxx Tom Riddle Senior

"Harry realized that there was somebody else in the room, a girl whose ragged grey dress was the exact colour of the dirty stone wall behind her…Her hair was lank and dull and she had a plain, pale, rather heavy face. Her eyes, like her brother's, stared in opposite directions. She looked a little cleaner than the two men, but Harry thought he had never seen a more defeated-looking person."

Never loved by her father. Why should she have been? Marvolo had never wanted a daughter, much less such a spineless, pathetic one.

"Pick it up! That's it, grub on the floor like some filthy Muggle, what's your wand for, you useless sack of muck?"

He was alway shouting at her, making her do all the work. She never uttered a word, to scared of Marvolo Guant's reaction if she protested to even try. Her brother was more loved than her. While she laboured away in their grimy kitchen, her father and her brother sat there, not doing a single thing.

"She likes looking at that Muggle. Always in the garden when he passes, peering through the hedge at him, isn't she? And last night —"
"Is it true? My daughter – pure-blooded descendant of Salazar Slytherin – hankering after a filthy, dirt-veined Muggle?"

It began as a crush, and when her father and brother found out about it, everything became much worse. Her father was extreamly angry, for he believed that Purebloods should not have any contact with Muggles or Muggleborn, and should only marry other Purebloods. Her brother, Morfin, had been the one to reveil it, and cause her miserable life to become worse.

"Once Marvolo and Morfin were safely in Azkaban, once she was alone and free for the first time in her life, then, I am sure, she was able to give full rein to her abilities and to plot her escape from the desperate life she had led for eighteen years... The village of Little Hangleton enjoyed a tremendous scandal. You can imagine the gossip it caused when the squire's son ran off with the tramp's daughter, Merope."

She had been watching Tom Riddle for years, and her petty crush had grown into an obbsessive love. When her family was arrested by a Ministry official, she was free. In a desperate hunger, she slipped Tom a love potion by offering him a drink of water, and they ran away to London and got married.

"...when her husband abandoned her, Merope stopped using magic. I do not think that she wanted to be a witch any longer. Of course, it is also possible that her unrequited love and the attendant despair sapped her of her powers; that can happen. In any case...Merope refused to raise her wand even to save her own life."

He only abandoned her because she stopped giving him the love potion, hoping that, now she was pregnant with his child, he would stay with her, or that he had come to love her after all.
He did nothing of the sort.
He left her and ran back to his parents in Little Hangleton. This left Merope alone, and, thus, forcing her to sell her small amount of possessions, in an effort to survive and not to abort her unborn child.

"I hope he looks like his papa."

It was New Year's Eve, 1926, when Merope arrived at the orphanage, in labour. Within the hour of his birth, she instructed the owner of the orphanage to name her son Tom Marvolo Riddle, after her husband and father. Then she passed away, exhausted and sapped of strength.

"Merope chose death in spite of a son who needed her, but do not judge her too harshly, Harry. She was greatly weakened by long suffering and she never had your mother's courage."

She would never know that her beloved son would grow up to hate, to bully, kill his father and his grandparents, split his soul, and become the most feared Dark wizard of the century; Lord Voldemort.

[Zeee]

maggie [f] xx void [m]


she looked upon the defeated horse, it's ragged coat furiously blushing with bruises, while the horse frightenedly looked, and stared, into the girls eyes.

"Don't worry. I'll help you." The girl smiled. "Im Maggie. Mag-gie."

The wretched horse smiled and stared into her eyes once again, like he was whispering,

"Thank you, Maggie."

Maggie helped him. She cared for him, loved him.

They could never be seperated.

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The end. lolol that was... oh my... failish, if you will.