A/N: Hi everyone! This is my drabble dump for Ash romance! Updates will only be when I feel like it, or when I have writer's block. Most of it will be pro- Pearlshipping, so, other shippers: BEWARE! :)
I hope you enjoy this. Please leave a review, or suggest writing prompts! I will write on other ships than Pearlshipping, but it won't be my best or most enjoyable work.
This first one will be Amourshipping, but not. You'll see. Depending on what you ship, it may have Angst.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pokémon, Animé, or any of its characters.
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She whimpered. "Please, don't let go."
"I won't. Don't worry."
The bridge creaked and groaned and shook, threatening to give out, as he slowly began to pull her up. The wind whipped ferociously around them, and he struggled to hold on to both her and the bridge at the same time.
"I'm slipping!" she called out, her grip weakening.
"No need to worry. I've got you." Slowly but surely, he continued to pull.
She panicked. Looking down at the churning water and sharp rocks below her, she whimpered again. "You're going to drop me!"
"Trust me, I won't," he responded calmly. Almost there . . . just a bit more . . . "Just stay calm, all right?"
"Mmhmm," she mumbled back, looking at him worriedly.
The bridge shook again as the wind howled louder.
"Grab onto the bridge with your other hand, okay?" he yelled over the wind once his arm was back onto the bridge. She did as he asked.
"I'm going to let go of your hand now. Grab the bridge."
"O-okay. . ."
"Now, can you pull yourself up? Once you get your torso back up, the rest should be easy. I'm going to back up a little to take some of the pressure off of the bridge.
"No, please, don't move back! What if I slip?"
"I'm still close enough to reach you if there's trouble, okay? Now, keep going."
She nodded, and grimaced as she eased herself onto the bridge inch by inch, until the only thing left was her legs. She looked up again, and he smiled reassuringly.
"You're almost done; you just need to get your legs up and over."
Gripping a rotting plank in front of her, she managed to drag her legs up and over the edge.
Cautious of the unsteadiness of the bridge, he helped her up as she reached her hand out to him. She stumbled a bit, and knocked into him.
"Thanks, Ash," she said, blushing as she remembered the same thing happening at summer camp so many years before.
"No problem, Serena," he replied, letting go of her hand. "But next time, try to watch your step more carefully." What he didn't realize was that she fell because she was looking at him, and not watching where she was going.
"I'll try." She blushed more as she once again gazed at what had diverted her attention earlier.
"Now, let's go," he said as he turned to continue along the bridge. When he realized that the blonde wasn't moving, he turned back towards her. "Serena? Hello?"
The wind gave a sudden howl, shaking her out of her thoughts.
"Sorry, Ash." Her blush grew. "What were you saying?'
"Nothing. Just that we should be moving on. The wind is picking up, and it's going to be night soon. We can't camp out on this bridge, I'm afraid."
"Oh, right." Her cheeks darkened even more in embarrassment.
They made their way across, more carefully this time, and soon they were camping out under the stars in a clearing in the forest.
Ash, who was keeping watch, sighed as the wind blew through his hair. He was tired from the day's events, and would have liked nothing more than to see a warm place to stay and a soft bed to sleep in the next day. But still, he loved sitting out in the wild, where he could hear the calls of wild Hoothoots as he looked at the night sky above him.
Then he heard a rustling beside him. Turning his head, he saw Serena sitting up.
"Everything okay?" he asked, turning his head back again to continue his watch.
"Yeah . . . it's just. . . Ash?" She gathered up the courage to say what she wanted to say to her companion.
"Mmhmm?"
A pause, then: "Thank you," she finally said.
"You already have thanked me." He slightly inclined his head towards her.
"Not just for today. For everything. For all the time we've spent together, for all the things you've taught me."
"No need to worry, Serena. You don't have to thank me. I've enjoyed traveling with you. It's been amazing. I should be the one thanking you."
"What do have to thank me for?" she asked, trying to subtly scoot closer.
"Well, you've been an amazing traveling companion. You've been a great encouragement to me all this time."
"Go on," she urged, making her way slowly towards him.
"Umm . . . you've been one of the bright parts of my life . . . and. . ."
"Oh, Ash," she whispered, leaning towards him.
He turned his head fully towards hers, but didn't expect what came next.
She pressed her lips against his, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, finishing what she had wanted to do at the airport years before.
His eyes widened in surprise, and not knowing what to do, he awkwardly let his arms hang at his sides.
Her kiss was, well, sweet, but almost frantic in a sense. It almost was as if she was expecting something and trying to get it.
Why am I not feeling anything? Where's the spark, the feeling that I should get? Where's the connection, the bond that's between us? Unless. . . NO! It can't be, no, no, NO! We have to be destined to be together! We just have to!
She kissed him urgently, hoping to feel some indication of their bond, but, sadly, there was nothing. Eventually, she stopped, pulled back, and sighed, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. She turned away from him, sniffling.
"Serena . . ." Ash began, hesitantly. "What's wrong?" He licked his lips nervously.
"Did you feel anything? Anything at all?" By now the tears were running down her cheeks, dripping off of her chin and onto her pajama shirt.
"What do you mean?" he asked, puzzled.
"Did you feel some sort of spark, some connection, fireworks going off in your head? Did you feel that that kiss uncovered our destiny together?"
Unsure of how to respond, he fumbled with an answer. "Well . . . ummm. . ."
"Tell me the truth, Ash."
He sighed. "No. I didn't . . . feel . . . anything."
"I knew it. . ." she whispered hoarsely. "We're not meant for each other."
"Serena- I- I'm sorry_" he tried to begin.
"No, Ash. It's- it's- alright. . ." But she couldn't continue. Breaking down into sobs, she crawled back into her sleeping bag, her back turned to face Ash.
". . . Goodnight," Ash whispered awkwardly as he resumed his post.
It was going to be a long night, and a long journey.
A/N: Well, it's over! What did you think? Enjoyed it? Hate it? Tell me in a review!
Give me ideas! I will update this, don't you worry. I'll update it more if I get writing prompts. Please try to keep prompts K-rated, even though I will accept T-rated prompts occasionally.
May we bring light with our brothers and sisters in this dark world. Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine! We are a city on a hill.
-*.Starlight.*