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pearls4life · 4 years

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8 ~ Her True True Friends

Finally, the last option, option B, well I’m happy to be here because I believe that the next episode should definitely be that canon episode I forgot about. Well anyway, here it is, I hope you like it.

And if it's not obvious, I headcanon that Paul has a terrible sense of direction. It's just pure luck that he gets to his destination in the first place.

Word Count: 3740

Tags: @northernbluetongue

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A lone black-haired girl sat in a classroom, sometimes looking out the window but only to continue reading her book. The teacher who should’ve been supervising left after telling her to stay in the classroom, she apparently had more urgent matters to attend to.

‘I doubt a cigarette is more important’ She mused over the thought, but it didn’t matter to her.

While reading she heard the creak in the doorway, she didn’t look over however, thinking it was the teacher who may have forgotten her book as well.

But the teacher didn’t have brown hair. Or look so tiny.

Wait that wasn’t the teacher.

“Erm, excuse me, but you are Pearl Winters, right?” She nodded her head but went back to her book. This saddened the brown-haired girl, maybe she didn’t want to associate with someone like her.

“If you stay here, you’ll get in trouble… And I’m, sorry about your toy” The cyan eyed girl looked up with hope in her eyes.

“I-I wanted to repay you, a-and I was wondering if you wanted to play with me. It's fine if you don’t want to, I just-” She didn’t have a friend she wanted to say, but she didn’t want one out of pity either. She felt stuck.

“Why me? If you stay with me, they will continue to bully you-” The brown-haired girl shook her head.

“B-But you helped me, a-and friends help each other, they care for each other. Please be my friend Pearl” Well that was a first, no one had wanted to be her friend before, well there was- no that was for another story.

“If you really want to, I don’t mind, but I don’t know what to do to ‘play’” The other girl giggled out of joy.

“That’s fine, I have some toys we can play with” But then she stopped. She had forgotten one thing her Mother told her when meeting someone.

“My names Yuliana, I’m glad you’re my first friend Pearl”

***

It was midday for the travelling pair. Pearl’s injuries had gone several days later, and even if Nurse Joy wanted to stop her from leaving, she discharged herself so she couldn’t be stopped. Paul had tried to change her mind but didn’t push it, she did appear to be fine though, it was remarkable.

Did she have a superhuman immune system?

No, no way, that would be ridiculous.

Besides, he just needed to get to Hearthome City and get the Relic Badge.

They were travelling through another forest, but this time Pearl was in charge of the map.

It was a long verbal battle, but Pearl had finally won.

Pearl was busy looking at the map, not paying any attention to her surroundings. At first, Paul was going to berate her, she had already been to the Pokécentre before, he didn’t want to go through that again.

But then he noticed her Absol and Scizor looking around and making sure she didn’t tread in anything bad. He saw it as almost natural, even to him, they all seemed to be in sync, that was why she had so few Pokémon, he guessed. Whether it was true or not wouldn’t have mattered but it was fascinating. To have complete faith in her Pokémon, that was a lot of trust she held.

Trust he couldn’t even comprehend.

He couldn’t understand trusting someone so much, he understood love, even if he never really cared for it. But love and trust were different.

With love, affection for another is it there was nothing else to it, but you could love someone and not trust them completely, he never trusted anyone besides his Brother, and even then… he didn’t trust him entirely, there were just somethings he couldn’t divulge to him, to anyone.

Trust was valuable, and he’d be damned if he allowed someone to break it.

“Are you sure you aren’t lost now?”

“…If I was, believe me, you would be the first to know, but I know we’re heading to Amity Square, see” She showed him the map and saw where they were versus their final destination.

“So, you do know how to read a map?”

“Of course, you’re bound to pick up something when you travel” Was- was that a jab at him?

“Why you-” She stopped and held up her hand. She tensed up, was that because of her own martial arts training?

“Shush, I hear something” Paul tried his hardest to strain his ears to at least hear somewhat but couldn’t. He noticed her Pokémon were as tense as her, and he was debating whether or not to send his own Pokémon out.

But then surprisingly Absol relaxed, seeing this, Pearl and Scizor copied that motion.

That meant two things.

Either it was a couple of weak Pokémon.

Or Pearl kne-

“Pearly! I found you, I found you!” He was surprised about the sudden sound of a childish voice, and the appearance of a little brown-haired girl doubled it.

“Oh it's you, how long did it take you this time.” She slowly pattered the unknown girls head as the girl searched for something.

“Hold on hold on- Ahah, it took me, erm a lot! four months have gone.” She produced a device with several numbers displayed.

“Yena” A Pokémon cry was heard, rubbing the unknown girl's leg, happily wagging its tail at the scene before the water Pokémon joined it for a game of tag.

“It’s actually been less but the little runt never listens to me” Another voice emerged but the redhead didn’t even flinch, although it wasn’t in her nature he supposed. This was a silver-haired girl who came out and into the fray. She was clearly annoyed, but not as annoyed as the other girl next to her.

That’s right peeps, three strangers appeared out of nowhere and Paul didn’t have any idea who they were, not like he could care less.

“Terra we’ve asked you so many times not to run off by yourself, please stop. What if it wasn’t Pearl and a stray Pokémon?” Pearl helps the young brunette up as the youngster clings to her arm.

“You’re just jealous 'cause I found Pearl before you two” The girl with Silver hair stuck her tongue out childishly to the girl as the other brunette facepalmed.

“Are you gonna catch me up or will I just have to guess?” Pearl looked back at the boy. Well actually everyone did, they hadn’t noticed someone else with Pearl since it wasn’t normal.

“Hey there, strange guy with purple hair. I’m Lexia, and the brat clinging to our friend Pearl is my Li’l Sister, Terra. And the girl next to me is Yuliana” The brunette waved back to the one in purple.

“…The names Paul” He was still glaring at the one with silver hair calling him strange guy, he hoped she wasn’t a fan of nicknames.

“Anyway, how come you’re travelling with someone Pearl? Please don’t tell me this is a secret boyfriend?” Now Paul really didn’t like her, far too brass and loud for his liking.

“Why does everyone keep thinking that?” He asked to no one in particular.

“Oh what a relief, I would never have forgiven you if you kept a secret like that from us.” Pearl nodded, noting that she had no control over her right arm since it was now occupied by the young girl.

“C’mon! we have so much to talk about, you won’t mind if we tag along for a bit right?”

“Ye-” He started but was soon interrupted by her.

“Perfect, we won’t cause too much of a hassle, just don’t even think we’re here strange guy” And with that Pearl had more company with her, leaving Paul regretting ever leaving the Pokécentre…

He should probably catch up with them.

***

In a clearing with plenty of space for Pokémon to train Paul had decided to stop her for the night, to get some training done, and to help Pearl since he didn’t want her overworking herself but he wouldn’t tell her that, ever. As he was busy deciding what Pokémon he would train with, the girls who had hijacked his travelling companion decided to let out one of their own Pokémon.

The brown-haired girl released a small, bipedal Pokémon with bluish fur on top of its body and cream-coloured fur on its underside. Its arms are short, but its legs are slightly more developed and have a single nail on each foot. On its back are four red circles that can erupt into flames. Cyndaquil.

The other Paul couldn’t recognise, possibly from a different region that he may have glossed over in his travels.

A small, quadruped fox-like Pokémon from the silver-haired girl. It was covered in pale yellow fur that's longer on its haunches. It had a white muzzle with longer fur on its cheeks, large, dark orange eyes, and a pointed, black nose. Tufts of dark orange fur cover its large ears. Its tail was fluffy with a dark orange tip.

He didn’t pay that much mind to them once they all started acting immaturely, running after each other and playing games. He just went back to his training.

I wonder how long that can last for.

“Sooooooo, what's been going on Pearl? Have you caught any new Pokémon since we last saw you?” Pearl nodded her head. And they waited for her to spill her new Pokémon…

“I’m not telling you”

“Oh c’mon Pearl, you always do this it's no fun!”

“It is to me”

“You are evil. EVIL!!!”

“Will you lot be quiet!” Paul shouted, but it was mainly to the silver girl, what was her name again? Len? Lia? Lila? Whatever it wasn’t any of his concern.

“Sheesh, what's his problem?” Lexia leaned into Pearl, a habit which she had grown use to, the girl always saying that Pearl was always warm and would stay as close as possible to her.

Which would always make her Sister entirely jealous, and would always cause a fight.

Speaking of which?

“She’s my friend, if it weren’t for me you wouldn’t have met her in the first place” Lexia tugged on one arm.

“Yeah well, I haven’t seen her in six months so I want to be near her more” Terra tugged on the other.

“It's not even been six months it’s been two”

“Well it's felt like a million months to me”

“Please stop pulling me like a toy… Again” Yuliana quietly giggled in her own little corner reading a book of hers, she did not fancy getting involved with that no way.

“You’re being loud again I can’t hear myself think” Paul yelled, they were seriously grinding his gears.

“Then think louder” The youngest yelled, making the other two girls laugh at her comeback. Damn, that was quick for her.

Paul grew red in the face, how dare she respond to him in such a way, doesn’t she know any manners?

Hang on wasn’t he worse?

No matter, he was fuming, he thought it would be a good idea to train so he could drown those girls voices out but he couldn’t, they always found a way to make him notice them.

And man was it annoying!

“Oh man, you’re such a dork Tee” The young girl pouted at that comment, gripping Pearl’s arm even more to her side.

“Only Pearly can call me Tee not you” That immediately ceased Lexia’s laughing as she glared at Terra.

Hard.

“Oh yeah, Pearl tell her I can call her that”

“No”

“Pearl you’ve betrayed me!”

“Haha, see I told you she likes me more! Didn’t I Pearly? See see, haha” Terra teased her Sister as they glared yet again.

“That’s it, I’m training somewhere else” Paul stormed off. They would be a foul to say they hadn’t expected that to happen eventually.

They hadn’t noticed how short a fuse he had, honestly they thought it was shorter.

“I wanna play Uno”

“Ughh, I swear if you end on a wild again I will kill you”

“You can’t Pearly will save me!”

“Can you kill me instead?” The brunette said, it may have had the voice with all seriousness, but if you had been friends with them long enough, you'd know she was simply joking about.

***

Much time passed as they started settling in for the night. After Lexia had proudly proclaimed to win all the matches of Uno, only to then lose dramatically each round, the silver-haired girl had immediately wanted to abandon the game for something else…

So then they played bloody mary instead.

Guess what happened guys?

But alas, time had arrived quicker than they had expected, resulting in some late-night roasted marshmallows, blankets, and lots of cuddles against the fire.

Their Pokémon were all layered on top of each other, quietly snoring as Yuliana took some pictures so she would remember it.

Crackles being heard and flicked in the air as Terra curled up against Pearl as small sounds of Pokémon cries were heard nearby.

Pearl had seen Paul set up his own camp somewhere nearby but not too close to her group of friends, even if she had wanted all of them to get along, she knew that would be near impossible, and wouldn’t be fair to force Paul to be hanging out with them all. Although the thought did comfort her that he hadn’t decided to leave altogether, so she guessed they had made at least a bit of progress.

With Terra asleep on Pearl, all was silent.

“Pearl, are you ok?” The redhead glanced in her friend's direction, not knowing why they were worried about her?

“What are you referring to?” She questioned, she knew they had every right to worry, considering all that happened to her. Just spending her time with Paul and other certain events she’d prefer not to get into it.

“There is a lot we’re worried about especially since last time-”

“I told you I stopped, besides… I promised I would never go overboard ever again” They looked off into the distance, they knew exactly what she was talking about but couldn’t bring themselves to ask again.

It was indeed a hard time for her.

“We know, it's just…” The two new girls looked at each other, almost debating whether or not to tell her.

“What?” She so wished for her voice to sound more serious than what it actually sounded like, but her friends were able to tell she wanted to know.

“Didn’t you hear, someone nearly stole the Adamant Orb” If she could, her eyes would’ve widened more than they ever could.

She wanted to get up but remembered that Terra was still on her lap.

“Hey hey, it's fine, I heard it was just some goons from Team Rocket its safe now.” That helped Pearl calm down, she couldn’t let this get to her.

“I don’t think it was an attack from Team Galactic, maybe just stand-alone” She so wanted to believe her friends.

“I hope so”

Something told her that they did have something to do with it.

But she wouldn’t be able to prove that without any evidence.

***

“Paul… Paul… Wake up”

It was early, earlier than he would’ve woken up, and someone was shaking him awake. He immediately woke up and pushed the person away.

He hated being touched without his consent.

“What are you doing, its 6 AM!” He tried to shout but Pearl shushed him.

“Do you want to leave before or after my friends wake up?” She asked seriously.

He immediately started packing his stuff together.

And after 10 minutes they were out of there. Of course, when Pearl got to a PokéCentre she was told she had a call waiting for her… And immediately was swamped with angry comments about her little vanishing act, even if they were use to it by now, a common occurrence that had happened so many times it was useless to count.

However Pearl’s ‘connection’ suddenly went out, leaving them to scream at a black screen. Paul was highly weirded out as surely this couldn’t be what his brother insisted he was missing out on right? But Pearl just shrugged and said that’s how we’ve always been. Yes, it was indeed weird, but she already was a weird person anyway.

Not like he’d told her that a bunch of times already but y’know.

He decided to go to the cafeteria anyway, as he’d normally stock up on food, not wanting to rely on Pearl cooking for him every day.

But of course, even that couldn’t be done without any interruptions.

“Oh wow, you’re new. A real cutie you are” Paul felt the urge to roll his eyes. If there was one thing he was glad about Pearl, it was the fact she hadn’t fawned over him, for whatever reason Paul found himself to be at the centre of random girls attention ever since he grew up. He reasoned that it may have to do with the typical, girls love bad boys trope, but he couldn’t care less, they wouldn’t help him, nor would he help them. Whatever, they were always those snobby over the top girly girls who would cry over the smallest insult.

“What do you want?” He didn’t even want to look up, knowing it would soon turn into a pity party, as anyone could tell he wasn’t interested.

“-Gasp- How dare you talk to me like that, you should feel flattered that I would even look at you let alone compliment you”

“I doubt that. Go bother someone else” He was grateful when he heard an irritated huff and steps being made to walk away from him.

‘Like I care’ It wouldn’t matter who it was, he didn’t care. He hated most people equally, and that wasn’t going to change anytime sooner.

“Paul look,” He looked up, soon noticing Pearl had come back from whatever call she had made. She pointed her over to a TV. A recap of a Pokémon Battle happening with two people Paul immediately recognised. One being Lucian, one of the Elite Four he didn’t really have an opinion of the Elite Four, sure they were strong, but not as strong his opponent.

“Isn’t that the Sinnoh Champion?” He nodded. Lucian's opponent was none other than the Champion, and boy was he jealous. How he wished it was him to defeat the Champion instead, not anyone else, him, so he could be Champion of Sinnoh himself, and no help from anyone else, to prove he was strong enough on his own.

Until then, he would continue down his path to success.

“Wooper wait.” He heard Pearl call out, her Wooper had started running out of the PokéCentre, he rolled his eyes, that Pokémon had no sense of discipline at all, and he knew Pearl would never train that damn Pokémon either, so deciding to be nice, he followed after him along with her. It wouldn’t be so bad, they were planning on leaving that PokéCentre anyway, so this wasn’t even a hindrance to his plans.

And thank Arceus he hadn’t gone off too far, he was jumping up and down near a parked ice cream cart, in Amity Square.

“You need to keep it on a leash” He commented, making Pearl look over to him.

“And have him drag me all over the place. No thank you” He said his usual response of hmph and before looking away, but then noticing a crowd formed around some pillars.

‘What are they looking at?’ He stepped closer. Before noticing blonde hair, familiar blonde hair.

“Cynthia” He whispered, it was if fate had heard his wish and made it come true.

Of course, he would never admit something so childish to anyone, especially not Pearl. The teasing would never stop.

But still. He couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste, never mind the crowd being here, he could just use this as a practice round until he improved more and actually take her on in a real round.

Until then, he could only wish for his own strategy to go right-

“Want one?” An ice cream cone was thrust in his direction, he glared at it before turning his glare upon the redhead, his train of thought was interrupted and he did not like that at all.

He just wanted to battle the Champion, surely nothing else could get in his way-

“Hey, Paul!” Arceus Damn It! Those three just had to show up now of all places.

“Haven’t seen you since Oreburgh, so how many badges have you won? I've got two of ‘em now.” The boy looked so happy with that accomplishment, but Paul really couldn’t care about that.

“It’s really none of your business see” He sneered, really not wanting to get into this now as he had more pressing matters to attend to.

“The same old same old”

“You have no idea”

“Wha- Pearl!? You’re still with Paul?” She looked at them before continuing to eat her ice cream, she would’ve been nice and saved Paul’s but even she knows on a hot day like this Paul wouldn’t have wanted melted ice cream covered all over Pearl’s arm, no way. So she had to give it to Wooper, now that Pokémon was going to be so hyper for the whole afternoon.

It was then Dawn got the courage to tell her something she'd been meaning to for a while.

“Pearl, look I’m so-”

“Don’t be… I’m used to it” Dawn didn’t know if that meant she had forgiven her or not, and she wouldn’t be told.

“You’re Cynthia, aren’t you?” Paul asked, hoping it wasn’t some random woman cosplaying as the Champion, he had seen it before and would rather not want to talk about it.

“Yes,” She answered, her voice still professional yet charming in a setting like this.

“My name is Paul and I'm from Veilstone, I’d like to challenge you to a battle” Whispers were heard throughout the crowd, all in disbelief from what the boy had asked of the Champion. Surely this kid was crazy they thought. But Paul didn’t care. He had made a plan, for whenever there would be a possibility of finding the Champion he had thought this through.

If only he had thought out his plan further ahead.

***

Sorry its been so long guys, I had a massive Miraculous Ladybug spurge of ideas and just had to get them all written down, I’m currently fine with the number of ideas I have for it, it's just with this fic I have ideas and before I can write them down they all vanish, and then come back when I’ve remembered. So sorry, also there's another thing, I kinda have (of what I remember from the top of my head at least)some filler chapter ideas and most content for what is canon, but I need more filler ideas because I can’t just keep going with the canon storyline for each episode but I also don’t want to drag it out too much as well as having the constant urge that no one likes the story anymore.

So I’m asking for help, from anyone that can suggest activities/events that the duo can participate in, hell they can even come from the fillers from canon, I just wanna know what you guys want. Of course, there will be stages, I can’t just have them both go out on a date now because they would both outright refuse. So I hope you understand. Plus if I go off, it's only because I’m trying to put all of the ideas together, so in theory, I’ll know what I need to write and it’ll all be planned out. And I really hope that works out so I won’t have to disappoint you with long waiting times, and with my procrastination as well as a loss of words whenever I try to write. Plus uni starting and having to concentrate on that more.

I believe I’ll need ideas from Top-Down Training to A-Maze-ing race, plus any important stuff that actually happened in the canon version.

Anyway hope you all liked this chapter cya next time.

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gloves94 · 4 years

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The Munter [Paul McCartney] 7

Warnings: None Pairings: Paul McCartney/OC

Summary: Sage O'Shea is a hardworking woman of the 1960’s. A strange combination of brains and- well- Let’s just say she is not your average beauty. Au contraire she’s a munter. Sage interviews for a needed job as an accountant for the most successful band of its time: The Beatles. While interviewing for the job she meets the contrasting beauty, Isabel Murdoch, a character whom Sage can only compare to the devil himself with her own personal agenda. Will the Beatles be blinded by Isabel’s vain beauty? Or will they be able to see past Sage’s looks and be won over by her inner beauty?

My fanfiction: M A S T E R L I S T

Saturday February 23, 1964

This chapter is currently being re-written.

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#the beatles #Beatles fanfic #fan fiction #reading #Paul McCartney fanfic #Paul McCartney fan fiction #1960's #dancer #gogo #vintage #paul mccartney #Paul McCartney x oc #paulxoc

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vampiresarezombies · 3 years

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Writing Master Post (Updated 3/14/21)

The Definition of Happiness: When Leah moved away from La Push, she told everyone that it was to find her own way. Now eight years later, Leah is learning what it means to have someone in her corner. Embry thinks he's met this girl before. EmbryxOC

FFN and AO3

Boomerang (Future Work--Subject to Changes): Quil's cousin (you know, the one he's taking to prom?) is doing her best to get through high school. Now she's got to to worry about him too, since his friends (and hers) are dropping like flies. PaulxOC

#me? make a genuine writing masterpost?#twilight fanfiction #twilight #wolf pack twilight #writing masterpost

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rat-bastard-fics · 2 years

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Playing Games

PART IX

Summary: Paul and Elle go out on their first date

Warnings: fluff, caretaker Paul, drinking, puking

I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX.

Masterlist

Word Count: ~700

Elle

“Alright, and… ta da!” I park the car, smiling in Paul’s direction.

“Can I open my eyes now?” Paul, hands still over his eyes, turns to face me from the passenger seat.

“What else do you think ta da means?” I can barely contain my excitement and reach towards him, quickly pulling his large mitts from his face. “Open your eyes!”

I had the privilege of planning our first date. I’d thought about it a lot and, at the end of the day, I hate first dates. So, instead of some fancy schmancy restaurant an hour away or a picnic on the beach, I brought Paul here. Looking out the front windshield, Paul laughs.

“Really, Elle?” Before us sat an old rundown bar—but not just any old rundown bar, the old rundown bar that never carded. Of course, the both of us are of legal drinking age now, but back in high school this was the establishment we’d frequent. “Vern South?” The place was originally named Tavern South, but over the years the T and the A had fallen off the sign.

“Absolutely. And I’m going to destroy you in a game of darts.” Snagging my keys and unbuckling my seatbelt, I rush out of the car in attempt to beat Paul to the door. I hear his car door close behind me and his quick to catch up.

Paul

Oh. Fuck.

Having shifted for the first time years ago, my alcohol tolerance has become superhuman. Elle’s, however? Not so much. And I, unfortunately, forgot how fast people can get drunk. We’d been talking for a while, drinking intermittently, occasionally doing shots, when Elle stood up and nearly fell over. After proclaiming it was “game on” for a game of darts, I quickly intervened. No way in hell was I letting a black out drunk Elle anywhere near projectiles, let alone sharp projectiles. Escorting Elle out to her car, I took her keys and laid her on her side in the backseat.

***

Holding her hair back with one hand, I reached over to her sink and grabbed a hair scrunchie, sloppily wrapping it around her hair. Now secured in a sloppy wadded ponytail, I rub her back.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay. Get it out.” It’s hard to remember the last time I sat with someone while they got sick.

“Paul, I’m so sorry.” She had tear stains all over her face and it broke my heart.

“We all go too hard too fast sometimes.” I poke her side, smiling, trying however I could to lighten the mood. “I seem to remember us being in this same position back in high school.”

“The same?” She sleepily smiled, laying her head on her arm that draped over the toilet seat.

“Okay, maybe the roles were reversed.” Elle never left me stranded when I got shitfaced. We always stuck together—she took care of me or I did her. It was in the late hours of night and never mentioned the following day. I rub small circles on her back and she hums in agreement, laughing shortly. But the laughter far too quickly turned to vomit and we continued the cycle.

***

I set a glass of water on her bedside table, making sure there was a pillow behind and in front of her. A trash can rest beside her bed. Pulling the covers over her, I kiss her head and turn to leave but her hand catches mine before I can get far.

“Paul?” Her eyes opened halfway. Immediately, I leaned down, brushed her hair with my fingers.

“Yeah?” My voice is a whisper, not wanting to wake her up at all.

“Stay.”

So I did. Scooting into the bed beside her, I leaned my back against the headboard and continued playing with her hair. She moved the pillow that was in front of her and replaced it with me, wasting no time getting comfortable. Her leg lay over mine, bent at the knee, and her head rest on my stomach. Her hand fisted into my shirt and she nuzzled her head against me.

Looking down at her, I can’t help but smile. Even sweaty and tear-stained and freshly post-vomit, I only want her.

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rat-bastard-fics · 2 years

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Playing Games

Part VII

Paul Lahote X OC

Eleanor had been gone from La Push for a few years but upon her return home, she’s excited to see her old friend Paul again.

Word Count: ~1,112

Warnings: None

AN: Sorry for not updating in so long, I’ll try to be better about it!

Part: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII.

MASTERLIST

Paul

A black coffee and another dodged phone call from Sam. I missed patrols last night—again—because I can’t get Elle out of my head. This is torture. Dreams of her and those seductive eyes, her soft torso, her body pressed to mine. It ends the same each time. She says my name—no, moans my name—and then I wake up. Unable to even dream of touching her. I’m giving myself blue balls just by thinking of her.

Elle

The bell at the door tinkles, letting me know someone’s coming in. I didn’t think it would be Paul seeing as it’s only 10am on a Monday, but the confirmation wasn’t any less disappointing.

“Hi, can I help you with anything?” The man smiles a closed mouth smile as he approaches. He looks like Paul—not in structure as much as style. His hair is chopped short and he has that same tattoo.

“Morning.” He seems somewhat awkward—out of his element. It’s apparent that he’s not used to seeking out help. I smile in return, trying to offer some sort of welcoming presence. “You’re uh, you’re Paul’s friend, right?”

I somewhat tilt my head, not fully able to hide my newfound curiosity.

“I could ask you the same thing.” I nod towards his shoulder and he snaps his head over the arm of his sleeveless shirt before chuckling lightly.

“Touché. Elle, right?” He stands across the counter from me, hands in the pockets of his shorts.

“Ah, so you can read.” I motion towards my name tag like Vanna White. “So you couldn’t have been in the same English class as Paul.”

“Sam.” His discomfort pervades as he only seemed to let out a brief nose exhale at my joke. I’m unsure if he caught my satire but his reason for being here still isn’t clear.

“So, Sam. What brings you in today? Looking for some light reading?” My mild interrogation doesn’t go unnoticed but he doesn’t seem put off.

“I uhm, I work with Paul. He hasn’t been coming in for the past few days, just wondering if maybe something happened.” Each word he says seems intentional and veiled.

“Depends, what would have happened?” Nothing happened. Not to my knowledge, at least. But I’d be calling Paul as soon as Sam was out of sight. This, though, was the point in interrogation when Sam was clearly put off. He simply raised an eyebrow. “No, nothing happened.” I chew on my lip and look away, suddenly feeling like a child being chastised.

“Got it, thanks.” He goes to turn and leave but hesitates and grabs a bookmark by the register. “And uh, this. I’ll buy this.”

“Those are free.”

He sighs and grabs a second item—a pack of mints—and I press a few buttons.

“$1.07.” He hands me a dollar and a dime after digging through his pockets then goes to leave, this time managing to follow through.

“Keep the change.” His voice almost masks the tinkle of the bell as he exits and it takes only a few seconds for me to whip out my phone and press Paul’s contact.

Paul

My phone rings again and I sigh, running a hand through my hair and preparing to press decline when I see Elle’s name pop up. What is she, a witch?

Fumbling with my phone, cursing my big thumbs, I finally manage to press answer.

“Hello?” I try to hide my enthusiasm in confusion and I hope it works because both emotions are present.

“Paul?” Her voice comes through the tiny speaker clear as a bell. What surprised me was that her confusion seemed to outweigh my own.

“Hey, Elle, is everything okay?”

“You tell me.” Her confusion seems to be fading as concern and some sort of almost bossiness comes through. “I just met a friend of yours—Sam.” I can feel my blood start to boil.

“Oh?” I bite my cheek—hard—in an attempt to quell my growing anger.

“Paul—“ she sighs, “why haven’t you been to work? Are you okay?” There’s that concern again. Just her voice seems to keep me in check better than physical pain possibly could. I breathe.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. I just—needed a few days off.” She sighs again and I can picture her pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Okay, well…just call in next time or something. And uhm…” she hesitates and I almost wish I could hold the phone closer to my face, to feel her, to have her fingers run across my scalp, “let me know if you need company when you do.” I smile. If only she knew.

***

The screen door of Sam Uley’s house slams behind me and I try to keep Elle in mind so as not to wolf out right here inside.

“Oh, Paul! How are you?” Emily’s kindness couldn’t possibly make me upset but it does serve as a reminder of who Sam payed a visit to today.

“Where’s Sam.” I can’t even look at her. I can’t think too much about what an imprint means if I want to keep my cool.

“He should be back any minute, he just went to run a few errands. You can feel free to—“

I cut her off, which I’m not proud of but it was the safer choice and I’m sure she, of all people, understands.

“Thanks.” I walk back outside and pace for a moment.

Let me know if you need company when you do. Let me know if you need company when you do. Let me know if you need company when you do.

I try to remember her voice. Only her.

Sam’s truck rumbling into the driveway reminds me where I am. He steps out of the driver’s side door and I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment, trying hard not to picture any sort of smug look on his face.

“Paul.” He greets me and I step square in front of him.

“She has nothing to do with this.”

“She has everything to do with you.” He’s unbothered by my confrontation and that upsets me more.

“Leave her alone.” Her voice is muddled, clouded by Samuel Uley.

“Then answer your phone.” He brushes past me and I find myself biting my cheek again. He pauses just behind me. “If she has nothing to do with this, why weren’t you at patrols this weekend? Who else was on your mind?”

I don’t want to admit that he knows. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction but he has an alpha command over me.

“Who else.”

I bite my tongue so hard it could come off but I can’t oppose him with my mind so scattered.

“Nobody.”

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PART I

Paul Lahote X OC

Eleanor had been gone from La Push for a few years but upon her return home, she’s excited to see her old friend Paul again.

Word Count: ~900

Part: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII.

MASTERLIST

Elle

I’m sitting on the hood of Paul Lahote’s truck. We’d always had a dynamic--one similar to cat and mouse. But then I left to travel with my father. And now I’m back. And now I’d lie to pick off where I left off--return to mutual teasing and playful flirting with the hothead.

My back is pressed against his windshield and my legs, clad in black leggings, stretch out before me, one knee bent and the other lay flat. My shirt is is large, baggie. I’d wanted to wear something more form-fitting but I wasn’t quite comfortable enough with my body today to do so. One hand is set behind my head while the other holds the stem to the large red sucker between my lips. The sun is shining harshly and I would fear the spots that may dance across my vision had I not been wearing sunglasses.

To my left, I hear a commotion coming from the woods. I lazily look over, and from the trees emerges a group of young men, all muscularly toned, hair cropped, and tree-trunk thighs clad in jorts. For a moment, I’m unsure if I’d ever seen these guys before, and then I slowly recognize them, and then I slowly recognize Paul.

Paul was definitely hot before, but now, and not to sound too terribly shallow, I wanted to glue myself to the hard curves of his torso. I miss his long hair, I miss tucking it behind his ear before walking away from him, but seeing his hair cut so short makes me want to rake my nails across his scalp, twist my fingers through whatever short hairs I can catch. Suddenly my mind is toying with the images of scratch marks on his back, of fingerprint bruises on my thighs, of hot breath and--

Focus.

As I notice my own being noticed, I look back up towards the sky. The screen door to the house before me squeaks and slams a few times as heavy footsteps approach me.

“Get off my truck.” Simple. To the point. How very Paul.

I pop my sucker out of my mouth, “Awe, is that how you greet an old friend?” I turn my head to face him, shamelessly getting a closer view behind the protection of my sunglasses. A grin breaks out across his face and I know he’s realized who I am.

“An old friend? I don’t recall ever calling us friends.” His words are harsh, but his tone is playful.

“No?” I swiftly turn and slip myself to the driver’s side edge of the hood. My lower legs dangle off, one on either side of him. “What did you call us?” I pop the sucker back between my lips and lift my sunglasses atop my head like a hairband. I make direct eye contact with him for the first time today and am surprised at the site before me. I don’t remember his eyes ever being so heavy. The deep brown is like mud and quicksand--I am sinking into them and I don’t want to fight it. His palms lay on the outer sides of my thighs and, while I’m convinced he was steadying himself, I let out a small involuntary gasp as my mind wonders back to those fingerprint bruise I’d thought of so recently. My eyes flash down to his hands and a heat pools in my chest.

“I have a busy evening, lots to do.” My voice is less confident then I’d like it to be but I look back at him, imitating the way I used to push his hair behind his ear. I scrape my nails along his scalp and I swear to god he leaned into my touch. My fingers linger for just a moment before I pat his cheek twice. “Better get going.” I hop off the hood, ducking under his arm and walking away from the house. This was strange. How had everything changed?

“Elle!” Paul calls my name. I hadn’t heard him say my name in so long. I don’t remember my stomach turning to pudding as it did right now. I hear maybe two steps and that’s all it takes for him to be standing beside me. God, had he always been this tall? I am disgusted with my intensified longing to be dominated. “I can give you a ride.”

This was different. This wasn’t Paul suggesting we spend alone time together. This was Paul standing before me like my own trained monkey. I suddenly knew that, for whatever reason, he would do whatever I’d ask of him at this moment.

I pop the sucker out of my mouth one last time, looking up at him.

“No, no. I want to walk--it’s amazing out. Plus you wouldn’t want to miss--” I try to think of a word to describe the gaggle of boys he’d walked out of the woods with. Even at the edge of the property, I can hear them hooping and hollering from within the house. They sounded like cartoon dogs. “Your pack.” I smile a close-mouth smile at the frozen and confused look on his face, bopping the sucker against his nose before placing it in his mouth and walking away.

Every step I took, the less I wanted to take another, and the more I wanted to understand why the hell I was feeling this way.

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PART II

Paul Lahote X OC

Eleanor had been gone from La Push for a few years but upon her return home, she’s excited to see her old friend Paul again.

Word Count: ~670

Part I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII.

MASTERLIST

Paul

Pack.

Why would she say pack?

Does she know?

I hold the lollipop stick and suck on the flavor that had so recently been in her mouth.

Cherry.

I remember her popping the sucker out of her mouth that final time. The way it dragged down her lip just a little, tinted that pink skin red. Had I not been so taken by her word choice, I would have had to focus hard on my restraint in order not to kiss her right then and there.

To kiss her.

God how I wanted to kiss her. The small gasp that escaped her when I steadied myself. How she broke eye contact to peek at my hand on her leg. How badly I wish I could have read her mind right then and there. How badly I wish our long-time dynamic could have been more physical just so I might know arc of her back, the taste of her skin, the feeling of her nails--

Her nails

I want her to press them against my scalp forever. I would be okay with that being the only touch I ever feel again as long as it’s coming from her.

I feel my pants tighten just the tiniest bit and clear my throat, refocusing on the present. I could think of her all day and still not know why she chose to say pack.

I’m in the house now. I hardly remember walking here. Pack. I am pacing back and forth enough that I hardly notice the attention I’ve drawn from the guys--from the pack.

“Paul?” Jared’s voice is distant but I can somewhat hear his concern and confusion.

“Got a sweet tooth?” Embry comments and I pause, ready to defend Elle. I then realize he means the sucker in my mouth. Her sucker. Suddenly Sam chuckles under his breath and my eyes snap to him.

“Paul imprinted.” The room erupts in comments.

“Just now?”

“Oh I remember her!”

“What’s her name? Kelly? Nell? J-”

“It’s Eleanor. Elle.” I say it without thinking. I realize now that I love her name. I love the way my tongue flicks in my mouth when I say it. She used to go by Ella but then Bella Swan moved in with Charlie and she took up even a portion of conversation in La Push. Elle was being compared, then, to a girl she’d never met simply because their names rhymed. She didn’t dislike Bella at all, she just wanted her own identity.

I don’t remember remembering her name in such precision until now.

“What was it like? Imprinting?” It’s Seth. Imprinting hardly matters to me now. It’s simply something that happened. I would die for her and that’s a fact, but I no longer remember not feeling so strongly for her.

“She said Pack.” The strangest aspect of the afternoon came to mind. Nobody seems to understand what I’m saying and so I elaborate, now pulling the cleaned sucker stick from my mouth and tossing it in the trash can. “She referred to you guys as my pack.” There’s a discomfort throughout the room.

“Maybe it was a coincidence. She might not have meant anything by it.” Quil’s voice is passive but anyone looking at him can see the gears turning in his head.

“Maybe it’s a good thing if she knows already. Less for you to explain!” Seth’s eyes are smiling like always.

“Maybe it doesn’t matter regardless.” Sam. “If she knows, nobody will believe her. If she doesn’t, we’re exactly where we’d expect.”

I feel a sharp anger in me at Sam suggesting she ever not be believed--that she ever be considered crazy or anything akin. But his tone has edged on his alpha voice, the baseline command being ‘get over it.’

There’s a few minutes of silence before the room erupts again in unrelated conversation. I take a moment to linger on the word before sitting down. My mind swaps focus now--when will I see her again?

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Part III

Paul Lahote X OC

Eleanor had been gone from La Push for a few years but upon her return home, she’s excited to see her old friend Paul again.

Word Count: ~1100

Part: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII.

MASTERLIST

Elle

Travelling with Dad, I’d visited many warm places. I got used to many warm places. But now, back in Washington, I’m beginning to realize those warm places sabotaged me into being worse at enduring the cold. It’s around 42F today and while I used to be fine in a thermal shirt, today I’m wearing a jacket and still quivering like an autumn leaf. A chill runs down my spine and I jolt a bit alongside it.

It’s been a few days since I’d seen Paul. I try not to think about it--about how different this interaction was in comparison to any other we’d had before. What’s worse is that I think I preferred the interaction in this instance. Today, I got out of the house. I need to find a job so I decided to scout the town for any help wanted signs that may be propped in windows. I’d thought, before realizing my bones had become less resistant to the cold, that walking would be a good call. There was a moderate level of activity today--parents walking around with their kids and high school students making a raucous ignoring the fact that tomorrow would be Sunday and the day after they’d be back in the classroom.

I find myself distracted by the movement and the breeze, any spare room in my mind being taken up by trying to ignore how cold I was. And then there’s a weighted blanket on my shoulders. It lands carelessly, a hand dangling over my left shoulder. A hand?

I look to my right and there stands Paul. I raise an eyebrow at him. Normally I’d be quick to push him away but the warmth radiating from him stops me from doing so.

“Where are we headed?” He asks me this as though he were invited, that playful grin on his face. He hardly looks at me, instead he looks ahead. A man on a mission to god-knows-where.

“I was headed for a job search.” I jab my elbow into his side but, simultaneously, also take the opportunity to suck in more of his heat. “How are you so warm? It’s freezing out.” He was wearing a shirt today but it was sleeveless.

“Elle, you sound like an implant. This used to be nothing to you.” He’s right and I know it. I just don’t like it. “Let’s go to the beach.”

“Yeah, because that will warm me up.” I snort, sarcasm seeping from my words.

“Well, you’ve got to tear off the bandaid at some point.”

“Paul! I’m freezing!” I reach my hand up and press it to his cheek, warmth seeps in through my fingertips and his eyes widen.

“Christ, Elle, are you crazy? We can’t go to the beach, you’ll die of hypothermia.” I roll my eyes as he turns to face me, grabbing both my hands in his massive mitts and breathing warm breath on them. It feels as though I’m holding a warm tea cup.

“You’re giving me cooties.” I faux-complain but do not move to pull my hands away.

“Girls have cooties, boys have germs.” He corrects me blankly, automatically. His attention is still on my slowly warming hands.

“Well then you’re giving me germs.”

***

I’m now sitting by the window of a coffee shop. Paul did not hesitate to hold me close to his side and practically drag me over here. It was endearing but dramatic. I didn’t fight him. I had a feeling that if I did he would have thrown me over his shoulder.

I rub my hands together and refuse to acknowledge the fact that I’m trying to simulate the way it felt when Paul held them. He’s ordering me something to drink--he didn’t ask me what I wanted and that bothers me but, at the same time, I was curious to see what he’d think I’d want. As if he heard my ponderings, Paul approached the table. He sat in the chair across from me and set down a mug in front of me. I couldn’t precisely tell what it was upon first glance as it was topped with a nice swirl of whipped cream and a dusting of a brown seasoning. In front of him sat what looked like black coffee. Of course he got black coffee. I wanted to accuse him of instituting cliche gender stereotypes when ordering when he opened his mouth.

“You used to always love their hot cider. I thought maybe you still did.”

It wasn’t him trying to gender cafe drinks, it was memory. I smiled sheepishly, embarrassed at my own immediate assumptions, before taking a sip. I burnt my tongue. If I do not burn my tongue upon my first sip of a hot drink I feel as though the drink does not bode well for me. I nod in approval at his choice.

“Black coffee?” I nod at his drink of choice. I never liked black coffee personally.

“I have a habit of working nights.” It was a vague answer--maybe even an evasive one--but he sips his coffee as though it isn’t.

“What do you do?” I try not to sound too interested, but I was always a sort of Nancy Drew myself. Mysteries enrapture me. Does he know this? Was he purposely hiding details? Was he wanting me to press him for information? He releases a lazy sort of snicker, a heavy breath and a smile. For a moment I’m afraid he will change the subject entirely. “I have a security job here in La Push. Freelance.”

I’d never heard of freelance security but I’d accept this for now.

“I never pegged you as someone to enforce the rules.” I take another sip of cider. He looks at me now. Not with a snap of the head but with a sort of meandering gaze.

“What career had you predicted for me?” He raises an eyebrow. His turn to sip his coffee. This was a conversational chess match and I wanted to win.

“I’m not sure. Maybe a stay-at-home dad. Maybe a poet.” This was a lie. While both options were viable, both felt almost inherently softer than the profession I’d predict for Paul. He looks at me, cracking a large goofy grin before getting ready to go down this road. But I change it before he can. “What would you expect for me?”

“See, that’s not the same.” “Oh?” “You’re unemployed.” I frown at him. “I’m not handing out free career counseling.” I laugh. That was a good spin.

“Okay, fine. What do you charge?” He thinks for a moment. Maybe too long of a moment.

“An evening of your time.”

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Paul Lahote X OC - Anything

Short imagine but I’m thinking of developing this OC.

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: While Ida is an original character and I made up the coffee shop name, the character Paul Lahote obviously does not belong to me. Let me know if you’d be interested in me developing this pairing further!

Word Count: ~ 600

Late. Ida was never late—in fact, the very idea of being late made her feel jittery with anxiety. She’d just received a new tattoo—a small inscription reading “stop getting tattoos,” a phrase her mother often told her, placed along the curve of her ribs—and the appointment had taken longer than expected.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She repeated her new-found mantra as she pulled into the first empty spot she could find, effectively cutting off a small truck that proceeded to honk at her. She grabbed her broken down bag and slammed the car door behind her as she rushed to head inside, the truck honked at her again and the driver who was admittedly attractive went as far as to flick her off.

“Learn to drive!” He shouted, clearly unhappy at the situation.

Ida didn’t give him the time of day as she rushed to the employee entrance, leaving a short “Up yours, asshole!” in her dust. Getting inside, no time was wasted. Before anyone could comment on her untimely arrival, Ida had thrown on her apron, punched in, and was headed to the register to see where she could help.

While the coffee shop in La Push, Washington, was almost never very busy and almost always overstaffed, Ida still felt guilt-ridden for not arriving when her shift began. 20 minutes may not be long to some people, but when it came to tardiness, it was far too long for Ida. Her co-worker, Collin, a young scrappy high school kid, greeted her before leaving her the register so he could go on break. Ida hardly had time to adjust her nametag before she heard the bell ring signaling a new customer.

“Welcome to Bikini Beans, how can I-” she was cut short as she noticed it was the man she’d just recently cut off in the parking lot. As though she wasn’t feeling bad enough as it was, guilt seeped in more as she remembered how curt she’d been with him, “Oh, hi, uhm. Listen, I’m really sorry for cutting you off back there, I was running late and… uhm… hello?” The man was caught in some sort of daze, just staring at her. She waved her hand in front of him, “Earth to Angry Driver?” He came back to, looking at her and getting the dopiest grin on his face and laughed at her angry driver comment.

“Don’t worry about it…” He trailed off for a moment, his eyes lowering below her chin and she was ready to reprimand him before he got to the point, “Ida.” Her name tag, of course.

“Worry is my middle name, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” The words came out and she bit her tongue, wanting to slam her head through the counter in front of her for sounding like a naughty girl ™ from a bad porno. The man who only became more attractive the more she looked at him caught this and smirked.

“Anything?” He played along. Ida didn’t know what she could say in response to this that wouldn’t land her on the owner’s bad side. Seeming to acknowledge this fact, the man shifted, “Maybe your number?”

Ida snorted. “I almost T-bone you and you want my number? Are you sure you don’t mean my insurance information?” There was a pause between them, “How about I give you a discount, you give me your name, and I’ll consider it.”

By now he was leaning on the counter, the grin he had was flirtatious but sincere. He seemed to consider his choices before standing up and quickly wetting his lips. He stuck his hand out for her to shake.

“Paul.”

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Coffee and Cigarettes-- Paul X OC

A/N: This will be a multi-part story, or at least a continued pairing. PaulXRuth

Ruth and Paul make their relationship official

Warnings: Smoking, Fluff, kissing

Word Count: ~1060

Ruth breathed out cigarette smoke and took another sip of her coffee. The coffee, bitter and black, had been chilled by the wind but somehow, she preferred it this way. Just warm enough to feel it travel down her throat but cool enough that she could down it if needed. It was never needed. She was cool, calm, composed even. Ruth had just moved back to La Push to live with her father after her mom had passed away and she was, in the simplest of terms, not a fan of her new school. She’d been attending La Push High for nearly a semester and enjoyed the company of next to no one aside from one specific hot head who seemed to find his calm in the same place as her—behind the school gym.

“Those will kill you, you know.” Paul plopped down on the ground beside her and the both cracked a smile.

“Sue me.” It was a near daily exchange. He teased her for her admittedly bad habit but she knew he couldn’t get enough of it—if nothing else gave it away then the way he ravenously consumed her entire body with his whenever the two had a chance surely did.

He threw his arm around her and she leaned her back against him. Paul was always warm. Ruth wasn’t exactly sure why but she wasn’t going to complain. The bitter Washington winds made her crave his touch like heroin. Ruth tapped out the but of her cigarette on the brick wall beside them and sipped her coffee, closing her eyes and relaxing into his touch.

“Today’s the day.” He interrupted her thoughtless mind.

“Hm?” She didn’t bother opening her eyes, she wanted to stay where she was.

“You’re meeting the guys.” He played with her hair mindlessly and she could feel her calm transitioning into fatigue as her entire body relaxed. When Ruth was with Paul, nicotine felt like children’s Tylenol. Nothing soothed her quite like him.

“Mhm,” She curled into him more, “the guys. At Simon’s house.” He’d quizzed her on their names relentlessly, she knew Sam Uley’s name as though it was chiseled into the depths of her mind, but she enjoyed messing with Paul’s nerves.

“Sam.”

“Sonja. Right.” She smiled into his chest and she felt him sigh.

“Sam’s house.”

“Shrek’s Swamp, got it.”

Paul groaned and Ruth laughed. She looked up at him with sleepy happy eyes and he shook his head at her before planting a chaste kiss on her lips. “Promise me you’re kidding.”

“I’m kidding.” She kissed him again and they sat together for another moment before the bell rang indicating school was out and Paul patted her hip to let her know it was time to head out. She whined in protest.

“Is this any way to treat your boyfriend?” Ruth’s eyes flew open and Paul choked just a bit.

“Did you just say boyfriend?” Her eyes were bright with amusement, any sign of drowsiness was long gone. Paul stood up, helping her up behind him.

“Nope, I uh- of course not. You’re hearing things. Why, do you want me to be your boyfriend?” He didn’t look at her, instead he held her hand in his and began walking towards the parking lot. Ruth stopped.

“You said boyfriend.”

“No way.”

Ruth collapsed onto the ground, “I’m not going anywhere until you admit it.”

This was clearly far more amusing to her than it was to him.

“You’re serious?” Paul looked down at her incredulously and she crossed her arms over her chest with emphasis.

“Deadly.”

This, of course, was no match for Paul. “Alright.” He shrugged and lifted her with ease, tossing her over his shoulder and gently spanking her butt. She shrieked in response, laughing, “Well, we don’t want to be late.”

“Paul put me down! I can walk, I’ll walk I swear!” Her laugh, to Paul, was a bottle full of serotonin.

“Well I don’t want you to go back on your word and I am certainly not admitting to whatever you think you heard.” She squirmed, trying desperately to wriggle out of his steel grasp.

“Paul if you don’t put me down I’m going to tell all your friends that you moan when I spank you.” He paused.

“I don’t do that.”

“They don’t know that.”

He sighed and set her down, she straightened her hair and clothing before looking at him, standing square in front of him it was easy to see how much taller than her he really was.

“Now, Paul Lahote,” he looked at her as she spoke, confusion in his eyes, “it seems to me,” she turned and began walking to his truck, he trailed behind her, “that we are effectively dating—and, effectively dating so seriously you’ve decided it’s time you introduce me to your little band of naked boys. So, it would be my honor if you would accept my offer for you to be my boyfriend.” She looked over her shoulder and saw him stopped about 4 feet behind her. His face shown the largest smile.

“You better not be joking.” She shook her head no, smiling as she bit her lip. He sprung forward and wrapped her in his arms, twirling her rapidly. Ruth squealed and laughed as her now boyfriend peppered kisses all over her face and neck. He set her down and pressed his large warm hands to her lower back as he planted a firm kiss to her lips. She reciprocated, draping her arms around his neck. Their tongues mingled with each other, a salsa dance of spit and cigarette smoke. She ran his fingers through his hair and he slid his hand onto her ass. They could have escalated to a clean fuck right there in the parking lot before someone, a friend of Paul’s that Ruth didn’t care enough to think of their name at the moment, shouted their way.

“Get a room!” Ruth pulled away, laughing loudly as Paul flicked off his friend and pecked Ruth’s lips once more.

“You never answered me.” Paul looked at the small beautiful woman in front of him, “Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

Paul laughed and rolled his eyes, laying his arm across her shoulders as he led them the final distance to his truck.

“Yes, Ruth. I want to be your boyfriend.”

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Hey all, my second blog dedicated to my fanfic about the character Pokemon Paul x OC hope you like it.

My main blog was @silvia7272 I had the story there but I wanted that to be just about my Miraculous Ladybug Salt Fanfic. so I decided to make a side blog just for this.

I hope you’ll all enjoy.

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5 ~ Learning Something New

Hey everyone, it's me again. I hope you’ll like this chapter as I had an idea by Claws Kurenai (On Quotev) as I asked last chapter. I hope this is what you wanted as I did kinda struggle, sometimes I can’t think straight and just blag it, but anyway I hope you enjoy it.

Word Count: 2838

Tags: @northernbluetongue. If anyone else wants to be tagged please just tell me.

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“When I go on my Pokémon journey, I want a Charmander as my starter, do you know how cool it would be to have a Fire & Dragon-Type-”

“Charmander can’t become a Dragon-Type Dameri”

“Whatever Pearl, let me believe in my fantasy”

Two children were happily talking together about the future they would have, while one looked joyous the other did not.

“Pearl, what do you wanna be when you grow up?” The boy known as Dameri asked innocently.

“I’m not sure, I haven’t thought that far yet. I don’t know if I want to be a Coordinator or Trainer, they’ve never appealed to me”

“What!? But you have to go on a Pokémon journey Pearl! It’ll be so much fun”

“But I can’t-”

“Peeeearl you can’t keep saying that. Hey, I know! Why don’t you take care of Pokémon? Or maybe be like Dad and become a famous Martial Artist?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you're amazing at it unlike me. Sooooo?” It was silent till Pearl quickly wrapped her arms around her older Brother, much to his dismay.

“Hey quit it Pearl, quit it! Muuuuuuum she’s touching me again” Lillien who was on her sofa flipping through a magazine without looking up replied.

“Dameri be nice and hug her back”

Dameri sulks while Pearl is content with hugging him a bit longer, it was her favourite form of ‘torture’ after all.

***

Pearl and Paul were walking through the forest… So, nothing new happening then. Wooper was out like always and Paul had gotten used to that fact. On their way to Floaroma Town, a large forest had emerged, it would’ve been a usual sight, but the place seemed to be overcrowded with trees.

Paul had begun to grow irritated.

“There weren’t all these trees beforehand”

“And how long ago was that?”

“A few years. But they shouldn’t have grown this fast”

Surprisingly to Paul, he's been talking a lot more than he thought to Pearl than he normally did. Maybe it was the fact that she never tried to force him to talk… Actually, she never really talked unless he said something.

“You’re right, if what you say is true, it should’ve taken 30-20 years for them to grow”

“Then how is this possible?” Paul wondered as they continued their trek through the forest.

It was a peaceful atmosphere, Paul couldn’t disagree with that, but he still felt irritated.

Why?

He didn’t know where he was going but like hell, he’d let Pearl know that.

“Paul, look over there. There’s a clearing up ahead” Pearl pointed, and Paul was able to see what she was looking at. Still with trees covering the scenery, but with a waterfall in place.

‘I thought I heard running water’ He turns to Pearl.

“We’ll stop here for a bit” She nodded as Wooper jumped out of her arms and ran towards the waterfall. He swam in the pond while shooting water up into the air ‘performing senseless tricks’ Paul thought.

Since they had previously stopped at a Pokémon Centre Paul contacted his Brother to get his Ursaring back, seeing as he had an open spot since he gave Azumarill away he now had his better Pokémon back.

Thinking that the trees could be good target practice he decides on letting his Pokémon out.

His Pokémon seem ready to go, but one Pokémon looks around, noticing no blue rabbit Pokémon, before realisation crossed his face.

{Oh no, not Azumarill as well} Pearl noticed the sad face Chimchar held while Paul ignored it. She also noticed Elekid and Weavile glare at her.

Paul went over to sit by a tree to read his book, they knew what to do, it was protocol after all.

(Even though she's staying I still don’t like her) Weavile states aggressively, while Murkrow looks around confused.

(Wait, who guys?) He hadn’t been out for a while and this had been the first time he saw the others as well.

(Her behind us. She's travelling with Master until they have a battle) He still looked confused.

(Wait, then that means she’s bribing Master, how did that happen in the first place?)

(Look we don’t know alright, just don’t go over to her) But Murkrow held a mischievous grin.

(Nah) Before the others could stop him, he flew over to Pearl, who was sitting comfortably in front of a tree listening to music while looking at her watch.

Plonk.

She felt something on her, when she looked up, she saw a yellow beak looking back at her. She went back to her watch which only annoyed Murkrow as he wanted to aggravate her. So he started pecking her. Elekid and Weavile snickered, Ursaring didn’t seem to care, Torterra had a disapproving gaze while Chimchar looked worried. What does he do, go over to Paul and hope he doesn’t tell him to get lost or go over to Pearl and help her? He decided on the latter as he liked her better.

He rushes over to her to see Pearl dodging all of Murkrow’s attacks.

(Woah) She was effortlessly evading the incoming assaults, all while still looking at her watch. This caused the attention of all Paul’s Pokémon while Murkrow had enough. And he started up a Shadow Ball. Since all the Pokémon were making a ruckus, Paul irritated, looked up from his book to see what the commotion was about.

And he was shocked.

A Shadow Ball whizzed past the heads of his Pokémon and into a tree.

The black bandana around the girl’s head was taken off and in her hands was a rather large baton. At what Paul guessed at least.

He ran over to her, shock still present on his face.

“I would prefer if your Pokémon were to ask me to spar first before engaging with me” She twirled the Baton around in her hands.

“That? How did you get that?” He points at her Baton while she glances at it.

“My Uncle is trying to be an inventor, he's a novice at this type of stuff. He even made an add on for the Pokédex, something to do with scanning a Pokéball’s strength? I think”

“Your Uncle made that?”

“Yeah, but not many people used it, so he thought it to be a bust”

“Then I guess I should be thanking your Uncle” He tried to whisper this, but Pearl was still able to hear him.

“You use it?” He nods ever so slightly.

“Thank you, my Uncle will be pleased” Paul turned away.

“Yeah, whatever. Murkrow, don’t attack her like that again!” Paul warned as Murkrow flew down, and as both teens were continuing their conversation Chimchar was able to sigh a breath of relief.

“Wooper”

(Ahh! Oh, sorry Wooper I didn’t see ya there) Wooper just stared back and Chimchar grew nervous.

(Hey, why do ya keep looking at me like that?) Chimchar wasn’t used to another Pokémon being near him. He was used to the others berating him for not doing well.

But Wooper tilted his head to the side with a confused look.

(What's wrong… Friend?)

(W-What did you say?) Wooper repeated the word friend several times more while jumping up and down around him. Chimchar felt as if he could smile.

(You should consider yourself lucky young one, Wooper only says that to very few Pokémon) Chimchar perked up to look behind.

(Oh, Mr Scizor. Wait where did you come from?)

(There's no need for formalities Chimchar) Absol spoke from behind, making Chimchar fall into Scizor.

(Ahh sorry about that)

(You look quite scared, are you alright?) Chimchar gave the impression of being timid at the question and quickly nods his head.

(Y-Yeah I’m fine. Eheheh) Scizor, Absol, and Wooper continue talking to Chimchar, saying things like ‘You’re free to join us at any time’ or even ‘Chimy Chimy, we play now’ Chimchar was starting to smile, while Paul was looking over at the situation and Tsk’s in response.

“Paul, may I ask you something?” He turned towards her.

“What?” He questioned more annoyed than he wanted but he didn’t really care.

“Why did you capture Chimchar?”

“What's it to you?” He asked back.

“I’m just curious, he doesn’t act like your other Pokémon, you don’t have to answer” Paul ponded the thought, she didn’t demand to know why, so there wouldn’t be any harm in it he supposed.

“His Blaze is powerful, possibly the most powerful move from a Pokémon I’ve ever seen”

“Really. Then I guess you must’ve witnessed it for you to believe it” Pearl concluded, but there was another question on her mind.

“Then, why do you wish to have strong Pokémon before capturing them?” Paul glared down at the floor as the area seemed tense. Remembering that day, remembering the frustration against his Brother, it all came back to him.

“I’d advise you to drop it” Pearl stood back a bit, even his Pokémon seemed confused by his response. All except Torterra.

“Forgiv-”

“Stop apologising so much! It's annoying so quit it!” She stayed quiet, and Paul stormed off. Pearl didn’t know what to think. Had she really said something that horrible it made Paul storm off?

His Pokémon proceeded to glare at her while she walked off in the opposite direction.

(What the hell is wrong with her? That’s the second time she’s upset our Master. If you don’t do anything about it, we will) Weavile spoke as he approached Pearl’s Pokémon including Chimchar.

(If you chose to spend time with her, you’d know why. But since you judge before you meet anyone it’s understandable) Elekid, Murkrow and Weavile glare at Scizor’s comment.

(If your pathetic excuse of a Trainer wasn’t such a freak, we might have considered it) Weavile and Murkrow snickered at what Elekid retorted with but Absol and Scizor’s faces didn’t change. However…

“Woo-PEEEEEEEEER”

Wooper seemed to disagree, as he sprayed water in Elekid’s face.

(Oi! What the hell!)

(H-Hey Elekid calm down) Chimchar tried to erase the fire that was about to be released.

(Chimchar. Shut it!) Chimchar looked disheartened and jumped behind Scizor.

(Wooper I don’t think that was appropriate) Absol appeared to frown upon the younger Pokémon’s actions as he resumed to continue swimming.

(Hee Hee. Can’t help it. I like Pearl, I like Pearl) He repeated that until he dived underwater.

(Scizor. We should go find her) Scizor nods his head but before that, a Frenzy Plant blocks their exit, when they turn around, they see it was Torterra.

(I just want to ask some questions about your Trainer, then you can leave) The guard like Pokémon looked at each other before nodding, hopefully, Pearl hadn’t caused any trouble to herself yet.

(Fine, we accept) They say in sync.

(Good. First, I’ve noticed that your Trainer has the same expressions every time I’ve seen her. Why is that?) Torterra questioned.

(That’s easy. She can’t express her emotions)

(What really her emotions?) Chimchar asked surprised, he was wondering why she looked so serious but he could tell that she was a kind person underneath that. The other Pokémon were shocked to hear that as well.

(How do you mean?) Absol sighed, he had forgotten the number of times he had to tell a Pokémon about her Disorder.

(She has Schizoid Personality Disorder. But since that’s the scientific term for it I’m guessing you won’t know what that is. However, hers has lightened through… Events) They stared down at that, and Paul’s Pokémon knew they were hiding something, but since Torterra was the only one asking questions he found it impolite to ask them of that.

(Then what's the deal of her not battling Master right away? No offence but Master does not wish for that to happen with anyone, he prefers to be alone) They nod.

(We’re aware, and we even tried to advise her against it, but this is the way she is now. She knew how much your Master wanted to battle her, and normally she wouldn’t want to battle a complete stranger, but it appears she was adamant about it this time. She doesn’t battle people she doesn’t know, so she offered this proposal instead) Scizor explained.

(Just one more question. Why are you two always out? I’ve never seen Pearl return the both of you) Torterra stated matter a factly. The Pokémon glanced at each other.

(Her Father wanted us to take care of her, she knows this and accepts these terms) Torterra seemed pleased with his answers and released his Frenzy Plant. The Pokémon sped away almost immediately afterwards leaving Paul’s Pokémon to think of their words.

***

Wack… Wack…

‘1096, 1097, 1098, a hundred more, then the legs’

Wack… Wack…

“Hey…”

‘???’

Pearl hadn’t realised Paul had even been near her, she would’ve counted it up to her concentrating, but she turned as she was about to land another hit, and she executed it wrong.

“Owww” She held her hand to examine the damage she’d done; her Pokémon will reprehend her for her recklessness.

“Let me see your hand” Pearl looked up to find Paul, extending his hand out for hers.

“I’ll be fine”

“Like I believe that” With his hand still extended Pearl conceded seeing as he was so stubborn anyways.

He was inspecting it, a lot more than what Pearl thought he would, which surprised her. Luckily for both of them, Paul had brought his bag and had bandages waiting to be used. They sat down and Paul started wrapping the bandages around her hand. The area around them was quite peaceful in fact, no other Pokémon in sight, just the two of them. It had been a while since Pearl hadn’t had her Pokémon surrounding her protectively.

‘He's extremely careful’

“You look like you’ve done this before” Paul didn’t stop in his movements and didn’t look up.

“Yes, my Brother taught me how to take care of most injuries.” Pearl noticed that Paul’s expression hardened ever so slightly but disappeared before she could comment on it.

“…I was always climbing trees and getting scrapes and scratches along the way,”

“That doesn’t sound like you at all” Paul had noted before she could be very blunt with her words.

“Well, when I was younger it was different. And do you mind telling me why you were hitting a tree in the first place?” He was close to finishing.

“I was practising my Martial Arts”

“Hmm?”

“I’m a Martial Artist, I’ve been training ever since I was little. Such a beginners mistake I did.” Paul noticed the way she hung her head, he believed he was able to tell when she was saddened.

“Then maybe next time don’t start punching trees”

“I couldn’t help it,”

“Why?”

“Because I upset you, my curse does not only affect me but others, so I’m, well I…” Paul saw that she was hesitating and grew ticked off.

“What!?”

“Well I would apologise but you blew a fuse last time” He paused in his movements.

“That wasn’t your fault” He had finished bandaging her wound, but they still stared at each other.

“Then please enlighten me” He looked away, if he remembers he might get angry at Pearl again.

“…Look it doesn’t matter, but I’m. Sorry for making you think it had something to do with your curse. I'm not used to people apologising every time they’ve done something” Pearl nodded her head.

“I understand, I guess it was a force of habit, is there another word you’d like for me to use?” Paul didn’t anticipate Pearl to say something like that, had she really wanted to accommodate him?

He looked around, left, right, up and finally settled on a name.

“Skylight.”

“I see, I would hope we won’t argue enough times for me to use that word” They started walking back to where their Pokémon were.

“Hmph”

‘What a shame, he's gone back to blocked off persona’ Even though Pearl doesn’t like talking to strangers she is a chatty person, but considering she knew Paul wasn’t she’d abide his wishes and not talk as often. She hopes she can knock that wall down.

Red… White…

‘What the-’

Scizor and Absol had just appeared in front of Pearl, they noticed her hand almost immediately, causing her to explain. Her Pokémon seemed quite calm through the ordeal.

They nodded and walked with her, on her side of course.

“We’ll stop here for today, it should take two more days before we arrive” She nodded, she was used to this routine, she preferred planned layouts to rushed events, so she was glad. She would’ve been amused to know that he was lost but she wouldn’t know.

For now.

“That’s alright with me, I can prepare lunch while you train if you’d like”

“Fine, do what you want, but you better not ruin those bandages, I won’t do it again”

“Of course,”

They made their way back to camp and resumed the activities they were doing before Murkrow had decided to intervene.

Moral of the story, don’t mess with Pearl.

***

Done. Phew, I’m so sorry if you don’t like the ending but I really didn’t know how else to end it. Or even this chapter, I’m not as proud of it but I’ve been doing coursework and stuff so yeah. But I do hope you enjoy this. Also, the original request is here.

Claws Kurenai on Quotev: This is an amazing story! You could probably add, you don't need to, a place where they finally feel at peace with one another and let them say one specific thing about themselves that they never told anyone. Just saying. You don't need to.

Also, since I do Pearl’s backstory at the start, would you like for me to include Paul’s backstory sometime or just Pearl’s? Just wondering because I have more ideas for Pearl than Paul. If you want to comment ideas, please feel free to.

Anyway, I hope you’ve had a nice day Cya.

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7 ~ The Battle For The Forest Badge

Hey guys, so before writing I cannot for the life of me think of any way to stretch this out enough for this to be a suitable chapter length, at least for me. So, it's not going to be all about the battle, plus I don’t know what to do for the battle still sooooooo I might just skip it. Sorry, but I suck at battles, one of my online friends used to help me by making some really great battles but I don’t know if I did something or the messages don’t work but she hasn’t contacted me since 2018 January/February. So, I’m back to square one. But anyway, if anyone could please help me for any future battles if you want to that would be so great of you, I could probably try to do an art trade if you wanted anything, I know I’m not the best but I will try my best. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Word Count: 4827

Tags: @northernbluetongue

***

“Ha. What a cry-baby. What's the matter? Gonna go cry to your Parents?” Those were the taunts given by some young boys around the age of 6. They all huddled around this one particular child.

A little girl with brown hair was crying her eyes out. Her favourite toy of a Cyndaquil had been snatched from them and slightly torn. Her Mother had given that to her, and she loved it with all her heart.

“Oh, grow up! These toys are for babies, although you’ll never get a Pokémon anyway cry-baby.” The boys snickered as they began to tear at the toy.

Until it was grabbed by someone else.

“Oi! Give that back, I found it, its mine!” The brown-haired girl looked up. There was a black-haired girl in front of her holding her toy, she winced, believing the girl would claim it as hers, she’d never get it back now.

“It's not yours, you stole it” She commented.

“Whatever, it's not like anyone will believe you Pearl. You freak! Now give it back!” As he raised his hand to grab it or hit her, the smaller girl couldn’t tell, Pearl jumped out of the way.

‘Woah, she’s fast’ Although shock was present on the other boy's faces as well.

Whack!

Pow!

Smack!

All the boys lay on the floor, the little girl was amazed, she must’ve been so strong to defeat them all, she was so cool!

She didn’t notice that the brown-eyed girl had given her the toy back until she had started to walk away.

But even then, a voice shouting would’ve brought her out of it.

“Pearl Winters, what on earth have you done, you’re coming straight to my office immediately!” She was dragged off by her hand before she could utter a word.

Not like she cared; she did what was right in her opinion.

“Pearl… Winters?” She now knew the full name of her saviour, and she was determined to repay her.

At least somehow.

***

“Cherubi is unable to battle! Chimchar wins this!”

“Wow Paul I never expected you to be this good of a Trainer, but it's not over yet!” Gardenia stated before she tossed her next Pokéball for her ongoing battle.

“You’re better than I thought Chimchar” His third Gym Badge was just in the grasps of his hand, he could feel it, he knew his victory was predicted already, he was that confident.

He already obtained his first Gym Badge a few months back, before he met with… Pearl.

And speaking of which she was nowhere to be seen, instead she was off ‘sightseeing’ with that stupid Pokémon of hers. He didn’t understand why she didn’t stay, after all, she watched his battle at the Oreburgh Gym so why not now?

‘Whatever, if she didn’t want to bother watching this why should I care?’

‘What the hell would she be doing anyway!?’

“Chimchar Flamethrower now”

{Alright I can do it I know I can} He prepared his Flamethrower, hoping to prove himself to his Master.

***

“Woooooooper”

“…Sometimes I wish I knew what you were talking about”

Here, Pearl was at the Eterna Historical Museum. Looking at the Adamant Orb, it held a beauty to it, for everyone around her was able to marvel at its glory, all but her. It was at times like these she wished she could show something.

“Excuse me?”

“Huh?” She turned around.

“Are you… Pearl? Pearl Winters?”

“……...Yes. Is there something I’ve done wrong Officer?” It was Officer Jenny of Eterna City.

“No not at all, but I have heard of you, you were the one that was able to warn us about… Them” She looked around, not wanting the civilians eavesdropping and causing a panic. That was the last thing she wanted.

“Yes, I was, after I found out where they were going to relocate, I had to warn this Region… I’m sorry I wasn’t able to warn you any earlier, you may have been able to catch the-”

“Hey, it's ok. You were able to inform us and that’s more than enough, you did the right thing. Now if you wouldn’t mind, may I ask you some more questions? I think it would be useful for our unit to have some first-hand information” She had put her hands on the girl's shoulders to try and help calm her down.

“Of course, I will be happy to help” She followed the officer back to the station.

***

“Congratulations Paul. Here, I present the Forest Badge; I hope you do well in your future battles” She handed it on a green open box.

“Thank you very much” He bows before leaving the Gym.

“Paul, we’ll meet at the Pokémon Centre after you’re done. Is that fine?”

‘…Why is this bothering me so much?’ True he was going to the Pokémon Centre anyway, but knowing she may or may not be there just bothered him.

“Thank you for this information, I’m sure it will provide helpful insight into the case”

“Of course, Officer”

‘Wait! That was Pearl!’ He looked over to find the pair outside the Police building.

‘What has she done now?’ He went over to them just as Jenny had walked away after thanking the girl.

“Pearl, the hell was that? What did you do?” She turned her head at a slight angle, she was confused.

“I didn’t do anything. Officer Jenny just wanted to ask a few questions, that’s all” Wooper nodded his head vigorously, Paul became worried its head would come off with the force it showed.

“Oh really? What kind?” He pressed, he hated not knowing what had just occurred.

“That’s confidential. Shall we get going?” She changed the subject almost abruptly.

“Pearl tell me”

“No, I’m not allowed. Stop pestering me”

“Pearl”

“Stop asking me”

“Pearl!”

He gave up trying to get an answer after a while, it was going to become futile anyway.

***

“We have to go through here to get to Hearthome City?”

“Yeah, it’s a faster way to get there, what don’t tell me you’re scared?” He smirked in response.

“Of course not, I just don’t want to be lost again” Paul was peeved while Pearl went on ahead.

Their… Companionship had grown through the last couple of days, they had less and less actual arguments. They instead had more fun ones. It appeared they were starting to get closer.

But Paul still didn’t think any differently to it. He didn’t really feel any special bond with her. But he wouldn’t tell her about that, he only wanted to battle her, if she thought they were friends then there was nothing he could do about that. He wasn’t going to force these feelings on himself, he was sure of that.

“For the last time we weren’t lost, I just didn’t realise I had taken the wrong turn, and besides it was your Wooper that made me lose my concentration”

“Don’t blame Wooper for your loss of direction”

“I didn’t… You’re as annoying as your Pokémon”

“My thoughts to you too”

Arceus if you weren’t reading this story, you’d think they were at each other's throats.

It was silent for a few more minutes, just before they had reached a split in the pathway.

“Which one? Oh, Mighty Map Reader” Paul grew irritated. Knowing her apparent sarcasm.

“You know what, why don’t you decide, but if you get us lost, we’re even and you’ll never say anything about this again, deal?”

“So, you admit you got us lost?”

“Pearl!”

“Alright, alright chill. Let’s go right” And off they went. It was growing darker by the minute, so Paul let out Chimchar so he could light the way, even if Chimchar was slightly scared of being in a dark and cramped cave, Paul didn’t care.

“Chimchar, do not worry, the dark won’t hurt us as long as you’re around”

(Yeah yeah. No fear no fear)

(O-Ok thanks) Pearl outstretched her arm which Chimchar gladly jumped onto.

“Hurry up,” Paul said, slightly further in the cave, Pearl caught up to him just fine.

“How did you find out about this place”

“…My Brother and I used to travel to areas in Sinnoh, he always knew the fastest way to get there, and I remembered, most of the ways” He didn’t know why he opened up to her sometimes, part of him wanted nothing to do with her but the other said he should give her a chance.

Yeah, no.

“That was the same with my Brother, he was 3 years older than me and took me on his Pokémon journey. Somehow someone like him was able to know the best and cheapest ways to get around Johto, but that was before his Charmander eventually evolved into a Charizard” It was only then that this had been the only time she had opened up.

He would’ve asked her some more questions; he would’ve talked about his time in Johto.

But he couldn’t.

Rumble

“Wait, did you hear that?” He nodded, and they stayed as still as they could.

“STEEEEEEEEEELIX!!!” They heard another roar. It appeared to be above them. But they weren’t out of the fire yet.

Rumble! Rumble!

Rocks were shaking and falling below, some further away and some near. Very near.

“Paul, we have to run now!” Before he had time to respond she pulled his hand and they took off running.

“There should be an exit close to us, but whatever you do take the left path”

“Let’s just focus on getting out first” Holding onto two Pokémon and one person would be difficult but Wooper and Chimchar each jumped onto her guardian like Pokémon to make it easier. It got better when Scizor grabbed both Trainers and bolted for the exit.

“We’re getting closer” Paul knew better than to say, we’ve almost made it, he wouldn’t say anything like a horror character would.

Rumble…

Unfortunately, accidents would happen to him anyway.

Because a bolder blocked their path, causing Scizor to stop without warning.

And causing Paul to fall.

And causing Pearl to drop her bag.

Leading to his bag getting stuck under another bolder.

Leading Pearl not knowing where it landed.

‘Perfect’ He tugged at his bag but to no avail.

“Paul? Are you trapped?”

“No, but my bag is!” She was able to see and quickly tried to lift up the bolder, Paul would’ve berated her for doing something so absurd… Until he pulled his bag free.

He didn’t have a chance to compose himself before being shoved.

“Scizor get out of here now, Absol will take care of me, go!” He heard Pearl shout.

He was whisked away by the red Pokémon. But he couldn’t find Pearl anywhere.

They were able to exit the cave…

Right before it crashed down.

“Torterra Stand B- wait!” He realised too late that he didn’t have his bag.

But he noted Scizor had Pearl’s.

“She must have mine” He just believed she was alright, and hoped she had his bag with her.

“C’mon, the other exit is further away, if we move now, we’re likely to meet her in the middle.” He walked off allowing them to catch up. He saw that the sun was already setting, they'd probably have to camp out that night.

‘I swear if anything happens to her they’ll be hell to pay!’ He paused to stop himself.

‘Where did that come from?’

“Wooper”

“Oh god, you’re still here!”

***

Some Minutes Prior

Pearl had just dropped her bag, but she wasn’t as worried, she had been in similar situations like this before.

Just please don’t tell her family.

She knew Scizor would come and collect it, keeping it safe from harm, after all, everything in that bag was precious to her.

She turned her head to see Paul over by a boulder, she wondered why he wasn’t running to the exit when the worst thought came to her.

“Paul? Are you trapped?”

“No, but my bag is!” She was glad he wasn’t trapped or even appeared to be hurt. But she had to help him, if not they could both be trapped. So, she knelt down and attempted to lift the bolder, before Scizor or Absol tried to help she succeeded, when she saw something falling above Paul’s head, and without much hesitance, pushed him out of the way.

It had blocked Pearl from Paul, they had to take the other path.

The wrong path that was.

‘His bag!’ He had dropped it, but luckily it resided against the bolder.

There wasn’t much time and she had to think fast…

“Scizor get out of here now, Absol will take care of me, go!” She was glad he didn’t hesitate and ran with Paul, Wooper and her bag.

“Ok Absol, we’ll take the other exit, Hyper Beam now” She took Paul’s bag and ran after Absol who had Chimchar cowered on his back.

‘Just another few steps!’

They made it.

And just in time too, the cave had just collapsed.

Absol nudged the girl as she was steading her breathing, she noticed that Chimchar was still scared, so she picked him up, trying to console him.

“Don’t worry Chimchar, I promise to protect you. Absol, release the other Pokémon, I have some explaining to do.” It worked, Chimchar was calmer and stayed in her arms. It felt nice being carried, and Absol did as he was told.

When they were all out, Pearl was faced with multiple glares by all the Pokémon.

“I know you’re all confused and disappointed to see me but to keep it simple, Paul and I got separated and I believed it’ll be unfair if I didn’t say anything, if you want to see him again then help me” She stated before staring back. Their glares hardened.

(As if I’d work with someone like you!) Elekid exclaimed angrily, but as they expected Pearl didn’t look any different, she never did anyway, and from what they found out couldn’t.

“I’ll assume you said no, if you change your mind, catch up.” And with that, she walked away.

(We don’t need her anyway, Murkrow take to the skies and search for him, come back when you have) He ordered.

(And why should I listen to you?) It was a good idea, but Murkrow wasn’t going to be told what to do by anyone but Paul.

(Will you just hurry already, you’re wasting time!)

(…Fine) Grumbling he flew away.

(Now, how about we mess with her?)

(Do that and there’ll be a price to pay) It was Torterra!

(What? Are you really siding with her?)

(For the time being yes, it would be foolish to let a human wander off on their own, obviously, she doesn’t have any of her other Pokémon with her aside from her Absol, Master must be in the same position. You can choose to stay behind, but I don’t think Master would appreciate having to search for all of us if we split up)

They grunted at the thought and his words. Master had known Torterra the longest, so all the Pokémon immediately looked to him as a Leader if Paul was away, and they hated to admit that his words were true, so begrudgingly they followed the girl.

“I’m glad to see you don’t entirely despise my existence,” She said without looking back.

(What how did she know we were there?) Weavile was the first to speak out.

(You’ll get used to it, it's near impossible to sneak up on her) Absol had commented.

(What! No way, I’m so going to scare her) And then Elekid for the rest of his time tries to startle her. Torterra shook his head at the numerous failed attempts being made before trying to make conversation with Absol, he found himself talking to Pearl’s eldest companions more and more.

(So, you said you were given to Pearl by her Father, was that the first time you met her?) Absol shook his head.

(No, I’ve known her when she was born, so for 16 years I’ve accompanied her everywhere. Rather then play with kids she stayed with Scizor and I, not that we blamed her, she wanted to practice martial arts, and we helped her as much as we could without hurting her)

(You’ve known her for that long?)

(Yes, her Father caught me along his journey, so I’ve travelled to many different regions, and when Pearl was born, I swore to protect her with my life. I will help her defeat the curse) He looked serious.

(I see) Weavile just smirked at the Pokémon.

(Oh really, if you want to protect her why not defend her honour as well, you don’t do anything when we make fun of her) Absol rolled his eyes at the comment.

(Your childish statements don’t affect us, why should an old Pokémon such as myself be riled up by these remarks?)

(She’s had far worse said to her, do you really think this would deter us from staying?) His voice was strong, you could hear how genuine he was.

(Tch… Whatever, why don’t you go back to her Father, I’m sure he was a much better Trainer) His composure faltered, shock running through him, making all three notice, and one smirking, thinking he could use it to his advantage, he wanted to rile one of her other Pokémon up after Luxio, he didn’t realise it would be so soon.

But his dreams would be dashed.

(I’m afraid that wouldn’t be possible, considering he’s six foot under now) Absol’s gaze was still lowered to the ground as he walks briskly away towards Pearl, and for once Weavile actually feeling sorry for his words.

***

“We should stop here for now; we’ll go back to searching in the morning” Paul stated before sitting down on the grass. Scizor had released the other Pokémon, consisting of Gardevoir, a Rock and Water Type Pokémon Kabutops and a Flying Type Pokémon Altaria. After Scizor told them of the situation they seemed to know exactly what to do, almost like they were used to it. Paul needed to know more about Pearl, just what had she been through?

Altaria tried to look from the sky, but the trees blocked its view, Kabutops raced through the trees but because it didn’t want to separate from the group, couldn’t go too far and unfortunately couldn’t find any traces with them. Gardevoir tried to sense where she was, but because she wasn’t in any danger or near, it couldn’t locate her, they came back before Paul commanded them to continue the next day.

‘Pearl… Just what have you been up to, please tell me you got out of the cave?’ He could almost imagine her responding.

‘Of course, do you really have no faith in me?’ He would smirk as they carry on their journey together.

Together? It felt strange now that he thought of that word.

“Scizor” That snapped him out of his thoughts.

He saw Scizor with a bowl of food he presumed, offering it up to him. He took it wordlessly before Scizor left to rummage through Pearl’s bag, looking for other things probably.

“You’ve done this before?” Out flew a card to which he caught.

[Yes] It said.

‘A flashcard? Pearl must let her Pokémon use these to have a conversation. Where did she find the time for this?’ He pondered before he felt a blanket being wrapped around him.

“Hey! I don’t need this I’m fine without one” He snapped but Scizor just walked away, not caring about what he said but making sure all the other Pokémon were alright.

‘Even without her they remain calm, they never once panicked when I was here. They’re all… Caring for each other.’ After his food he lied down, lamenting the time he had on his own compared to now.

And he took that stupid blanket when it got too cold, too bad it was pink.

***

When Pearl and the others woke, she hoped today they could make some progress. But without her organised Pokémon, she felt slightly disorganised herself. They were far away from her and she felt as worried as she could about them. She knew they would be fine but still, they were her family she wouldn’t lose them.

“Chimchar?” Pearl looked over to the Chimchar next to her, they had become closer in this time, the Chimchar was so much nicer than Paul’s other Pokémon, although Torterra just stayed clear of her so there was that.

But she didn’t hate them, she couldn’t, not to anyone anyway. Just wondered why Paul was like how he was.

“I’m fine Chimchar. But do you think you could help me pack everything away?” Chimchar nodded his head enthusiastically, of course, he could, he would be so useful to her.

They had to use some of Paul’s stuff to eat and sleep, she hoped it wasn’t too much of an invasion of privacy, she only took his blue blanket she swears.

“Great, Absol check the area and mark it, I don’t want to revisit where we’ve already searched” He nodded before running away.

(Why the hell are you helping her!?)

(She’s nice, and she makes us homemade food, she’s been looking out for us as well. She’s not bad once you get to know her Elekid) Chimchar defended but Elekid still looked unimpressed.

(Oh really, next thing you know you’ll be saying she’s better than Master) Messing with Chimchar was one of his highlights, Chimchar looked hesitant to answer, of course, he wouldn’t understand, he was too weak to even do the training properly.

(W-What no, I just like her that’s all) Elekid used Teasing Remark.

(Oh Arceus you have a crush on her, don’t you?) It was Super Effective, Chimchar became Flustered.

(No, I don’t shut up) Chimchar covered his mouth, he’d never done that before, but that remark Elekid made triggered the young chimp.

(Do you want to repeat that!?) He threatened menacingly. But Chimchar was already running away.

(Get back here Chimchar!)

{Arceus please help me} It was a good thing Pearl noticed them running off.

(Chimchar when I get my hands on you, you’re so gonna regret that!) He had prepared a Brick Break, but Chimchar was able to dodge and he hit something else instead, Chimchar now stood petrified.

“Elekid lookout” A voice called out, the Pokémon was pushed away, disrupting his next attack. When they looked, they found Pearl in a kneeling position, they saw a giant rockfall behind her.

Where Elekid would’ve been standing.

The Pokémon in question was insulted that he was saved by a human no less. Did she think he couldn’t protect himself?

But their momentary relief was about to fade when the ground beneath her feet gave way.

So, she fell.

“CHIMCHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!” He screamed, it was too dark to see where she was anymore, he didn’t know where she was, was she alright, how did this happen, where were the others, where was-?

“Beebe BEE!” He heard something to his left but couldn’t make out what it was, he was panicking too much.

(Chimchar get it together, you check on her and I’ll get everyone else. Aim your Flamethrower at the sky as well, Master might see us!) He couldn’t agree as he already ran away.

But this wasn’t the time to sit around anymore, he had to check on her, had to see if-

“Chim, Chim Char?” (Please be alright Pearl)

He carefully climbed down the rocks, careful not to cause any more rocks to fall down, he did, however, find something pink.

(Pearl’s shoe) It wasn’t on her foot anymore, but he was able to make out a shape, a rectangular shape.

(Pearl? Hey Pearl… Are you ok?) He tried not to cry; he couldn’t show weakness. He couldn’t be pathetic now of all times, he had to be strong, for both of them.

“Chim… Char? Ow. I think… I. Hit my… Head.” Oh no, that wasn’t good, he wished Elekid would come quicker.

He looked around, hoping when they came, they could get her out, but that thought dashed as something was covering her arm.

(Oh no) He didn’t know what to do, how was she going to get out, what would everyone say? He hadn’t felt this helpless since- since-

(Nononono please not again) The fear of losing her, the fear of that day, the fear of-

He just felt strange inside. He had to do something.

So, he looked up.

***

Paul was getting restless; it had been a day and he wasn’t able to train once. How was he meant to concentrate without his Pokémon there with him, he swore they better be in good shape or so help-

“Gardevoir!!”

It fell, and Paul couldn’t help the sunken feeling he had in his chest.

“What happened?” Gardevoir had fallen to the floor with only Scizor as its support, clutching her chest.

(P-Pearl, so-somethings wrong)

(We need to find her, Kabutops search through the trees now, Gardevoir do you think you can sense where she is?) Kabutops had no problem following that order, Wooper looked confused yet sad as well, did it know what was happening?

“Is this about Pearl?” He almost didn’t want to ask, but it wasn’t like he didn’t care if she was hurt.

Scizor didn’t respond before they saw a Flame in the air, a spinning Flame that is.

“Fire Spin? Is that from Chimchar? Altaria you need to-” He was already in the air.

‘They really are in sync with her, I guess that would happen with having less Pokémon to train’ They travelled to where the fire was, he really hoped it was Chimchar.

“What happened here? The ground gave way. Don’t tell me-” An eruption of fire cut him off, followed by a cry of an all too familiar Pokémon.

“Chiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim!”

“Chimchar can you hear me?” The fire stopped, and he heard a happy cry.

“I’m going down, light the way” Without demanding, the Altaria lifted Paul gently down the hole. And with Chimchar’s help, it was a lot easier. But the sight that filled his eyes outraged him.

“Pearl! Can you hear me? Are you hurt anywhere?” He tried to look around her, and was in the same predicament Chimchar had been in.

“Paul, are you… Ok? You look, different” Paul wanted to scream but had to keep his composure.

“You’re worried about me? Really? Now of all times?” He tried to lift the boulder up but to no avail, now if only Torterra were here.

“Torr!” Oh, speak of the devil.

“Bee Beebe Be” It was his Pokémon, there were numerous chatters until something came down. Absol. It came over quickly.

“There's something on her arm, Torterra use Frenzy Plant to remove it now!” It did as he was told and luckily Paul and Absol slowly but surely dragged her out of there.

“Ok, now get us out of here”

***

“The results have come back Pearl. You were extremely lucky nothing was broken, it’s a miracle you only came out like this at all” Nurse Joy commented but to Paul’s annoyance. She was lucky, but she didn’t have to say it so cheerfully.

The way he had walked in with Pearl in his arms would make anyone freeze up and freak, but it was Nurse Joy, the only Pokémon Centre around, and luckily, they treat humans.

“Just please make sure you get lots of rest, you seem to heal remarkably fast for yourself, no wonder the results were so good.” Pearl nodded before looking out the window.

It was quiet. Wooper and Absol were on the bed asleep next to her as Scizor leaned against the wall. Paul sat in a chair by her side.

“I don’t understand” He paused.

“About what? Your healing process?” She shook her head.

“You missed your days of training because of me, yet you still stayed here even though you could’ve gone out while I was here.” Is that really all she thought he would do?

“You could’ve died out there, I wasn’t about to leave you while you were like that”

“Do you have so little faith about my survival rate” Huh, so he experienced Déjà Vu again, no matter, that wasn’t the issue.

“And here I thought friends were meant to care about each other?” They both stopped, they didn’t expect that to be said.

‘Did I… really mean that? No, I couldn’t have, it was just spur of the moment’ He rationalised in his head.

“Thank you, for staying with me Paul. It made me happy”

“…No problem” Maybe now they could not have any more arguments. Maybe they could actually become friends.

“Oh, and I’ll be in charge of maps from now on”

“What no way, you don’t even live here”

Well, that was short-lived.

***

Finished, just as a warning, I know I said some of the aspects of Pearl’s life are like mine, but her school life is nothing like it. I was good, very smiley and pleasant to be around, I just wanted this to be different compared to mine and let you see how it was for her.

Also, I think to describe Elekid and Chimchar’s relationship it’s like Izuku and Bakugo’s from My Hero Academia soo… Not very good huh.

On a better note, I hope you like this chapter and I’ll Cya next time, she should be meeting her friends next so Cya later.

Have a good day.

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