Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Benvolio Montague]

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Yes please! This story is wonderfully well-written so far; I'd love to read more of it. It's been a while since I've really fallen in love with one of the stories on this thread (no offence to the other writers here, of course; I'm just really picky with these things!) ^^

[mr.kingrichard]

I stared at myself in the mirror. I was dressed nicer than usual. Mostly because last night was my eighteenth birthday, and my parents insinuated very obviously that I should be finding a girl to get hitched to. Especially if that girl happened to be the princess from the next country over. And though she normally would never be my first choice (nobody would be my first choice), that was exactly who it was going to be.

I honestly had no interest in getting married. At all. I’ve seen girls around my kingdom, and yeah they’re pretty and stuff, but I’d never want to get married to any of them. Marriage was never really one of my life goals at all, despite being a prince. But if my parents wanted me to get married, then sure, I’d do it. Whatever makes them happy. They could even choose who it was. It’s not like I was in love with anyone, or ever planned on being in love, so it really didn’t matter to me. They could throw a horse at me to marry, and I’d do it if it made them happy. They didn’t think marriage was about love anyway.

I was on my way to a carriage outside that would take me to a lunch I was attending. The princess, I think her name was Princess Paisley, had invited my parents and I to her palace, and I of course accepted. The sooner I got to know her, the sooner I could propose, the sooner I could marry her, and the sooner I made my parents happy. Maybe if they asked, I’d even have kids eventually.

I was standing outside the carriage, waiting for my parents, when I saw someone grooming the two horses. He would occasionally fix the tack when he felt it looked uncomfortable. He cooed softly to the horses, and they were surprisingly calmed by it. He was a natural. He put the brushes down and started to just pet them, continuing to talk softly. He smiled at them as they huffed and snorted back, his eyes sparkling with joy at the beasts.

He was absolutely beautiful.

He laughed as one of the horses nudged him, and it was such a pleasant and airy sound. However, the nudge moved him a bit, and his gaze shifted to my direction. His eyes widened and his smile faded when he saw me staring at him. He quickly moved behind one of the horses, trying to hide from me. He peeked out a little from behind the brown horse, and I struggled not to laugh; he was so cute. I smiled, managing to keep my composure, and waved at him. His face flamed, but he didn’t move at all.

I stood up and walked closer to him. I heard him gasp and eyes got even wider before he moved back behind the horse. Eventually, I was right next to the horse. I laughed lightly as he continued to stay hidden.

“I know you’re there.” I said. I saw his feet shift, and soon part of his red face was visible from behind the bulky animal. “What’s your name?” I asked. He hesitated for a moment, and I almost thought he wasn’t going to tell me when I heard his soft voice again.

“Micah.”

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More! So far so good!

This is cute! I love it.

[mulder]

I stared at myself in the mirror. I was dressed nicer than usual. Mostly because last night was my eighteenth birthday, and my parents insinuated very obviously that I should be finding a girl to get hitched to. Especially if that girl happened to be the princess from the next country over. And though she normally would never be my first choice (nobody would be my first choice), that was exactly who it was going to be.

I honestly had no interest in getting married. At all. I’ve seen girls around my kingdom, and yeah they’re pretty and stuff, but I’d never want to get married to any of them. Marriage was never really one of my life goals at all, despite being a prince. But if my parents wanted me to get married, then sure, I’d do it. Whatever makes them happy. They could even choose who it was. It’s not like I was in love with anyone, or ever planned on being in love, so it really didn’t matter to me. They could throw a horse at me to marry, and I’d do it if it made them happy. They didn’t think marriage was about love anyway.

I was on my way to a carriage outside that would take me to a lunch I was attending. The princess, I think her name was Princess Paisley, had invited my parents and I to her palace, and I of course accepted. The sooner I got to know her, the sooner I could propose, the sooner I could marry her, and the sooner I made my parents happy. Maybe if they asked, I’d even have kids eventually.

I was standing outside the carriage, waiting for my parents, when I saw someone grooming the two horses. He would occasionally fix the tack when he felt it looked uncomfortable. He cooed softly to the horses, and they were surprisingly calmed by it. He was a natural. He put the brushes down and started to just pet them, continuing to talk softly. He smiled at them as they huffed and snorted back, his eyes sparkling with joy at the beasts.

He was absolutely beautiful.

He laughed as one of the horses nudged him, and it was such a pleasant and airy sound. However, the nudge moved him a bit, and his gaze shifted to my direction. His eyes widened and his smile faded when he saw me staring at him. He quickly moved behind one of the horses, trying to hide from me. He peeked out a little from behind the brown horse, and I struggled not to laugh; he was so cute. I smiled, managing to keep my composure, and waved at him. His face flamed, but he didn’t move at all.

I stood up and walked closer to him. I heard him gasp and eyes got even wider before he moved back behind the horse. Eventually, I was right next to the horse. I laughed lightly as he continued to stay hidden.

“I know you’re there.” I said. I saw his feet shift, and soon part of his red face was visible from behind the bulky animal. “What’s your name?” I asked. He hesitated for a moment, and I almost thought he wasn’t going to tell me when I heard his soft voice again.

“Micah.”

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This is pure genius! I usually don't read stories like this, but wow. OwO

[fireflies.]

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Gem and Coco

I was a pirate.Well,I sailed around with my family.It was my father,Captain Chickenbeard but we called him dad,my sister,Amy,and my little brother Rascal.We had just sailed here.I was very exicted.It was beautiful here.The sun shone brightly and the birds chattered in the trees.I wanted to explore.I glanced at Amy''Can I have a look around?''I barked.''Of course.''she replied.I dashed through the trees looking around.After a while I had that funny feeling when I feel like when someone is watching me.Nervously a turned to go back.I felt a hand clamp around me.I felt a scream rising inside of me but I kept it down.I would not scream.The dog dragged me further and further away from my beloved family.

I hated being a princess.I wish I was treated like a normal dog.But I was not.I was treated with great respect.I knew that something important was coming.''Go to your room Coco.''my mother told me.Well,that did.I was staying here to see what happened.I mum tried to convince for a few minutes but than seeing I wouldn't budge she gave up.I took a seat and waited to see what it was.Ugh,it was that great big dog who I hated.He was dumb,cruel and ugly.And what was he dragging on the floor.Looking closer I saw it was a female dog.She was dressed in ragged clothes with a brown head-piece.She had flowin golden hair with a one brown lock.That was odd I thought to myself.She had a couple of scars one her nose and beautiful blue-green eyes.Why was she being treated so awfully.I glanced at the dog who brought her willing for him to speak.''Caught myself a pirate.She was just playing around making enough noise to wake the dead.It was easy to catch her.''he said proudly.''Stand up.''my father the king said sternly to the pirate.She obeyed slowly.I could see that she didn't want to.''Is it true?''My father growled.When there was no answer he said ''Put her in the dungeons.Me and the pirates eyes met for a moment before she was dragged away.

[.Gone.Traveling.]

Pet's name: Vine

&

Pet's name: Tangled

Their child:

Pet's name: Misty

[thricewire]

this isn't love/romance... ;w;

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{3, 2, 1...}

"your armor doesn't shine like gold."

Gold is horrible in its beauty, for it takes away your eyes, it takes away your eyes and makes you blind to everything else.

"sir knight, aren't you the golden knight?"

I was beautiful. they called me the golden knight because i was beautiful. but in the end, it was not my beauty that shone. In the end, I was the bronze knight.

"Yes, child, I was."

Not even once was he called by a name otherwise.

I am not who I was, for he died a long time ago. I was no longer him, because I was no longer beautiful in their eyes.

Before I was him, I was not who I am.

"sir knight, are you okay?"

"I'm not beautiful. For a phoenix in its' last days, before it is reborn, is not beautiful."

"sir knight?"

"I am not who I was."

I turned around to face the child.

"I am only the Bronze Knight. I am not golden. Gold is greed, for its beauty takes your eyes away."

Her blue eyes held my gaze.

"you are beautiful. do not let who you used to be temper who you are. for you are the truth, and he is a lie. for he took your eyes away and led you to believe that he was the beautiful one."

With that, the child walked away.

Or was she the phoenix from so long ago?

She kept her promise, that she'd always watch over me and guide my heart.

For my heart is restored, and I am once again the Phoenix Knight, never again the Golden.

A mask of gold may hide your wounds, but a phoenix's tears will heal them.

{1,2,3.}

[mr.kingrichard]

Voski x Cobalt Blue
And their daughter, Blaize.

Prologue: The Baby

....."She's so cute," Cobalt found himself cooing, leaning down to stroke the sleeping child's porcelain cheek. She was almost ornamental, lying there with her eyes closed, sleeping soundly. Voski gave a little sigh, sitting in the rocking chair across the room. It had taken them hours to get her to sleep, and now that she was finally in that sleeping state, Voski wanted her to stay that way.

....."Be quiet," he murmured, his gaze snapping over to the child as she turned a little in her sleep. And to think, that only a week ago, their lives had been completely normal...at least, that was before she came along. As Cobalt gave a little laugh, and Blaize yawned in return, both of them thought back to how this had all began.

.....The way that their family, and their lives, had began.

[Marian5390]

this isn't love/romance... ;w;

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{3, 2, 1...}

"your armor doesn't shine like gold."

Gold is horrible in its beauty, for it takes away your eyes, it takes away your eyes and makes you blind to everything else.

"sir knight, aren't you the golden knight?"

I was beautiful. they called me the golden knight because i was beautiful. but in the end, it was not my beauty that shone. In the end, I was the bronze knight.

"Yes, child, I was."

Not even once was he called by a name otherwise.

I am not who I was, for he died a long time ago. I was no longer him, because I was no longer beautiful in their eyes.

Before I was him, I was not who I am.

"sir knight, are you okay?"

"I'm not beautiful. For a phoenix in its' last days, before it is reborn, is not beautiful."

"sir knight?"

"I am not who I was."

I turned around to face the child.

"I am only the Bronze Knight. I am not golden. Gold is greed, for its beauty takes your eyes away."

Her blue eyes held my gaze.

"you are beautiful. do not let who you used to be temper who you are. for you are the truth, and he is a lie. for he took your eyes away and led you to believe that he was the beautiful one."

With that, the child walked away.

Or was she the phoenix from so long ago?

She kept her promise, that she'd always watch over me and guide my heart.

For my heart is restored, and I am once again the Phoenix Knight, never again the Golden.

A mask of gold may hide your wounds, but a phoenix's tears will heal them.

{1,2,3.}

Beautiful. Just, beautiful. Wow. I love this. <3

[Shenan_the_cat]

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It's not love... I swear.

The story of the mad man and his one true… victim.

“She was innocent; so innocent in fact that I almost regret it, well, most of it any way. There was a certain gentleness about her that, despite… everything, never changed and even now I can still her kind words begging me in a tone so calm that it was hardly begging at all. Now, I’m blabbering I can tell, but do you really think you can get much more out of me?”
I sat back into the thin, ivy green cushion of the chair and my glance drifted from the detective, who was leaning over the table unblinking and frowning, to the scruffy dressed officer leaning against the back wall.
“I’m sure you of all people, Jones, would give that a try.”
The officer cracked his knuckles and strode across the room, his sleazy leather boots squeaking on the hard tiles of the ground, his face edging towards a smile.
“Do you really want me to do that?”
He growled, perching on the corner of the mahogany wood table with such force that it tipped up at the other end. The detective shot him a look, as if to remind him that he really couldn’t lay a finger on me with out the slight bit of sanity my lawyer had bringing it up in the court house.
“Just…Tell us what you know.”
A hint of kindness could be heard in the detective’s voice but his partner didn’t share the same.
“But, don’t go on about that sick love of yours, if it could be classed as that in any sense.”
He snapped aggressively, slamming down his fist.
“Sick love?”
I repeated glaring up at him.
“Now that hurt. Although, Jones, I would have expected something more…violent, from you at least.”
He groaned through the sweat stained sleeve of his shirt and looked away, rolling his eyes as he did.

I’ll write more if people want me too.

[Steffi.]

Part 1

I was inside the carriage with my parents on the way back from the lunch with Princess Parsnip- Paisley! Her name is Princess Paisley! It went all right, the lunch I mean. I sat beside the princess, and she was… interesting I guess… Who am I kidding; she was horrible. All she did all afternoon was complain and whine and be annoying. Whenever I talked to her about anything, she would change the subject to herself. What she did the day before. What her favourite things are. How much she hated the food her chef made. How her parents could never satisfy her.

I’m seriously rethinking marrying her, no matter how much my parents want me to. They won’t have to live with her whining and whinging and cater to her every need for the next who-knows-how-many years. She’s a total brat, and I’m not sure how long I could survive her.

“So Lukas, did you like Princess Paisley?” my mother asked hopefully. My father pretended not to care, but I could tell he was listening. I thought about my answer, and finally decided to just be honest.

“No, not at all. To be frank, I found her rather irritating.” My mother was taken aback, but raised an eyebrow when I sighed. “But I’ll marry her eventually, if that’s what you want me to do-”

“Oh, that’s wonderful dear!” my mother squealed. My father smiled, but tried to play it off. I knew they would react that way. No matter how much I hated her, they didn’t care as long as I agreed to marry her eventually. Marriage had nothing to do with love. I was pretty sure that they didn’t even love each other.

I just sat and stared sadly out the window, wondering how I was going to spend the rest of my life with such an awful person.

As we got closer to our castle, I happened to see Micah outside. He was carrying a bucket of horse feed, using both hands because it was too heavy. I smiled at the sight. He saw the horses, which made him smile, then he saw the carriage they were pulling, which included me looking out the window. His smile dropped again when he saw me smiling at him. I waved at him, still beaming. He gave me a small smile and let go of the feed bucket to wave back, but it was too heavy for one hand and he immediately fell over with the weight of the bucket. If I’d been outside, I probably would have heard his cute little gasp, but I was satisfied with the adorable expression on his face as he fell onto the ground. I laughed as the stable boy whipped his head up towards me. I continued to beam at him as he smiled again sheepishly.

“Who was that?” my mother asked. I had half a mind not to tell her; I already felt as though Micah was my secret. I didn’t want to share him with her. But I also knew better than to ignore or lie to my mother.

“Micah. He’s a stable boy.” I said, watching his figure fade away in the distance. My mother huffed, and I looked over at her. She was giving me a look that clearly screamed ‘I disapprove’.

“Why are you interacting with a stable boy?” she demanded. I shrugged indifferently.

“He’s nice. I like him.” I stated simply. My mother shook her head.

“No. You can’t speak with stable boys. We have dukes and duchesses and princesses and other important people to talk with. You don’t need dirty horse boys,” she sniffed.

I couldn’t help but think that he actually appeared extremely clean, and that even without speaking to him much he was probably ten times more stimulating than any of the dukes or duchesses or important people, and especially the princesses. But I just smiled at my mother and nodded, knowing better than to argue with her.

Later that evening, before supper, I was sitting on my windowsill, watching Micah ride around the same brown horse that he’d been hiding behind earlier that day. He looked stunning, galloping around on the chestnut horse in the late-day sun. Despite what my mother said, I wanted nothing more than to be out there with the beautiful boy.

I heard my chamber room door open, and I turned to see Emerald, my maid, walking in. She noticed me and gasped softly.

“Oh, Prince Lukas! I didn’t realize you were in here! I’m terribly sorry, I’ll go now-”

“No, wait,” I said. The maid stopped and turned back to face me.

“Yes, Your Majesty?” she said, curious clear in her voice. I turned back to the window to watch the boy again.

“I think I would like to start taking riding lessons,” I said simply.

Emerald walked over to the closest window, pulling back the curtains. When she saw the boy riding around on the big brown creature, she smiled to herself.

“I’ll make sure it happens, Your Majesty.”

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