Ensnared (Reader x Paul)

Summary: With your life on the line, you were being chased by an angry Ursaring. He was there, not realizing what you pulled him into. (Reader x Paul)


Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.

Warning: There's Paul...


Chapter 1


You shrieked at the angry bear as it chased you through the forest. Your arms waving, and legs dangling, you were not sure how you were going to survive the encounter.

Where were your Pokemon? Oh yeah, you didn't have any!

Not only were you a brainless, silly little woman... you haven't the slightest clue what made you interested in the wildlife. You may have done something you weren't supposed to. It may have been an interruption between two very lonely Ursarings and the lack of candlelight dinner before their recreational activity was underway.

"Save me!" you screamed out to the wilderness.

An angry grunt came from an aggravated man. He knew about you, of course. The moment you ever decided to carry a Pokemon, he would become your rival. But he was already your rival, a rival of affection for your attention. Not!

"Paul!" you cried to the partner who was supposed to keep an eye on you. It happens to be that you were a childhood friend of his. No matter how cold his personality was, you always joked about how your ice cream treats would never melt around him.

Catching up to the violet haired man, he shot you a look of annoyance. The Ursaring was behind, rampaging at full speed.

You cowered as you wrapped your arms around the unwilling target of choice, and sobbed at the immediate danger you were in.

Paul sighed, and then turned to look at what you pulled yourself in to.

A giant bear stood tall, towering over him. It drooled and roared. A bit of saliva slammed into Paul's cheek. He sighed before using his thumb and swatting the offending liquid away from his face.

"Look here," he said calmly to the angry bear, "my little friend here is just a simple, harmless girl. Whatever nonsense you think is worth chasing her, you are obviously mistaken."

The bear only growled in return.

Paul twitched his large hand, before clenching it, "This is what I'm going to do to you if you don't walk away. First, I'll skin the fur off of you while your heart still beats, next, I'm going to cut that tongue out of your damn mouth. Lastly, I'll feed your organs to my hungry Mightyena."

Paul smiled viciously, and you flinched from the sadistic glint on his face.

The Ursaring's leg shook. A puddle of yellow liquid wet the ground beneath its feet before running away.

Paul ran his fingers through his hair before he glared at you, "What did you do?"

You twiddled your thumbs and smiled shyly, "Well, I kinda stumbled on something I shouldn't have."

"You do realize that it is mating season for them, right?" Paul said bluntly, "You should stop sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."

"Oh..." you smiled, with a blush grazing your cheeks, "Say, Paul?"

"What?"

"When is it mating season for people?"

Paul stuttered, with his face turning red and he began to walk away, "Come on before I let that bear have you."