Eeveelution One-Shots

Comics and novels (Jolteon X Espeon)

Requested by: Party-Tron

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Characters:

Silly! Jolteon - Ranto (Male)

Calm! Espeon - Kiama (Female)

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☆ 3rd person POV ☆

Ranto smiled as he colored in one of the comic book panels with a red crayon. He loved making his comic book-style books. It was one of his favorite hobbies.

He thought of so many stories in his head. He could effectively put them in writing and art. His storylines were often lose and nonsensical at times, however it was his stories. He was the author and the writer. The strings were in his paws.

However, he did recently joined this writing club. Other pokémon that joined his love for story making. He was happy to share his ideas, encourage others, learn new ideas, and improve his writing. It was also held at his high school, so he met some of his now closest friends there.

Ranto beamed as the last bell rang, indicating that the school day has ended. He bounced up from his chair and grabbed his orange colored backpack, slipping it around his shoulders. He quickly flew out the door of his last class. Now, his writing club was in session. He couldn't wait for this meeting.

He hummed to himself as he reached the door and entered the room. The smell of paper, pencil shavings and other art supplies entered his nose, making it twitch. There were new members today, however one caught his eye. There was this Espeon, she looked bored, almost sad. Her paws rested upon the table, on her paper that contained a couple bit of words. A dull tipped pencil laid next to it. He felt a hint of a feeling in his heart, but it didn't seem like pity. However, he padded over to her, with laying his paw one the seat next to her.

" Do you mind if I set here? ", Ranto asked, politely.
The Espeon looked over to him, glanced at his features.
" Sure. ", She replied, looking back down at her paper.
" Thank you. ", He stated, pulling the chair out and sitting down.

He placed his orange backpack at the side of the chair. He unzipped it and pulled out his supplies. Slowly, he placed them on the table, neatly.

" You write comic books? ", The Espeon asked.
Ranto looked over, apparently, she peered over his shoulder.
" Yeah, I do. Do you? ", He questioned.
" No, I honestly prefer to base off of more of the classics. However, fantasy novels were interesting. ", She answered, honestly.
" Have you ever made one with superheroes? ", He asked.
" No, why? ", She stated.
" There's just a lot you could do with superheroes. Like imagine all the sound effects you could put in. ", He informed.
" Let me guess, a bomb? ", She sighed, almost sarcastically, rolling her eyes a bit.
" Yeah! Like- ", He exclaimed, quickly imitating a bomb exploding with lots of exaggeration, with his bright yellow paws.
" Pfft- ", She cracked out a small laugh.

" What's your name, super-boy? ", She asked, in a slight joking tone.
" Ranto. ", He stated.
" Fitting name, honestly. I'm Kiama. ", She told him with a smile across her face.

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Overtime, Kiama noticed more and more about Ranto. He was kind, very expressive, and almost outgoing at times. Kiama was surprised that she didn't notice him before. Well, they didn't have any classes together.

Throughout her classes, the joyful and silly Jolteon was often on her mind. She often lost her focus during her studies. She even doodled him from time to time in the sides of her paper. That smile could brighten almost anyone's day.

She often contemplated confessing to him, however she voted against it, over and over again. Why would a ray of sunshine ever love a nerd like her? She adored him, but she was completely unsure if he will see the same in her. She wasn't all that energetic, like he was. She saw herself as way too quiet and reserved for someone like that.

She couldn't wait for writing class again. She practiced, poem after poem, written to her crush, yet never intending to give them to him. This is better than getting hurt, after all.

Now, writing club was in session. Kiama often glanced at Ranto, observing his beautiful, soft smile.
' Will you ever see how wonderful you are? ', Kiama asked in her mind.

Soon, it was unfortunate that writing club had to end. Ranto was packing up, but forget a slip of paper upon the table. Kiama looked at him, confused as he seemed to not even glance at the paper. He put on his backpack and quickly padded away, out towards the doorway.

" Wait, you forgot- ", Kiama exclaimed, reaching her paw out towards Ranto.
However, she shut her mouth as his yellow pelt disappeared behind the large wooden door. Her purple eyes went down to the slip of folded lined paper. She placed her paws against it, softly. She picked it up and glancing it over, flipping it.
' What even is this? ', She questioned, giving the paper a puzzled look.

Out of her kindness, she kept it, meaning to return it to him. It was upon her desk, contrasting against her colorful school folders and binders. She often glanced at it, from time to time. Due to her curious cat-like nature, she couldn't help, but wonder what it had within it. Eventually, her instinct got the best of her and she revealed the secrets to her beautiful purple eyes.

' Kiama,
Your fur is softer than the lavender's touch.
Your voice is sweeter than honey's taste.
Your purple eyes are as beautiful as smooth amethyst pools, swirling around constantly in my mind.
I just yearn for your touch, your love.
I know I am silly, but you made me see different.
I only hope you can reciprocate those feelings that my heart throbs for.
- Love, Ranto. '

She gasped, reading his confession. She felt a blush appear across her light purple cheeks. It wasn't as fancy and as detailed as other love poems. Yet, Kiama could see all the effort he put into it.
' He's just perfect. ', She thought, feeling her heart twitch with joy.
She couldn't wait to see him, so she could alert him about her reciprocated feelings.

It was the next meeting at the writing club. Ranto sat next to Kiama, as usual. But, before he could leave, Kiama gave him a kiss upon his spiky yellow cheek.
" I like you too, super-boy ~ ", She cooed, flicking her tail contently.

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Love for writing, transformed into love for each other ~

I hope your fluff needs are met with this oneshot! :D

Also, I did add some last minute details, so if something seems a bit off, then that's probably why.

Published: Dec. 4th / 2022