Pokemon Boiz x Reader

Pastel Prince [Ilima x Reader]

I really need to get to writing! Lol. Sorry for being an awful author.

Ilima was the prince of the trainer's school, the trial captain of Hau'Oli city, and all around a huge dreamboat. Ilima was kind, polite, and everybody loved him. That means you would have to fight to get him to notice you. Yeah right. Like he would notice a dork like you who writes poems, short stories, and draws pictures to pass their time. You do have a Pokémon: Togepi. Togepi was innocent and sweet, loved to play in the flowers while you sit outside and do whatever you do with a journal and pencil.

Right now you were sitting next to a patch of tall grass just outside of Hau'Oli City, drawing. Togepi was playing with a wild Ekans and a wild rattata. While drawing and writing you were keeping an eye on her. What was the source of yours inspirstion? None other than Captain Ilima himself. The focus? His pink hair and fairy like attributes. How delicate, sweet, and pure he was. How he was basically a psstek edit in real life.

Soft eyes, light colored hair, tanned skin, warm smile. Put them in a bowl and stir with a dozen cups of sugar and a pinch of confidence and we have none other than Captain Ilima, best trial captain in Alola.

That was the little paragraphs tou put above a drawing you were making of him. Just a portrait, nothing below the shoulder area. You drew him with a warm smile and a flower tucked behind his ear. A deep fushia hibiscus flower. You drew him without thst little clip in his hair, it just flowing down over his shoulders naturally. You drew his eyes looking deep into those of yours, the artist's. You used nothing but a pink colored pencil to make this whole drawing. Shading was made with that same pink colored pencil. The writing was in the pink colored pencil. What? It's all you had at the time!

That's when Togepi suddenly cheered out happily. You looke duo and saw a Smeargle holding her like a baby. You smiled warmly at the Smeargle. How precious. Another Wilde Pokémon being so kind to Togepi. That's when you realized this wasn't a wild Smeargle. Smeargle looked over his shoulder and sure enough, the boy in the portrait you were drawing was approaching. Blood rushed underneath your cheeks, causing you to receive a widespread blush. Side effects include accelerated heart rate and casting your eyes back to your drawing, hoping he doesn't notice you but at the same time wanting him to notice you. Emotions were confusing, right?

"Smeargle, You've found the Togepi that belongs to them? Thank you."

He was looking for you!? You blushed harder and dared to lift your head. You met his dreamy eyes and you gasped. Wow, good job you. Gasping and blushing even harder when he was walking towards you. Ilima sat down next to you. Your heart was poudning in your chest and your mind was asking too many questions at once. He looked at what you were working on. You heard him let out a stifled laugh.

"A dozen cups of sugar? That's a little excessive my dear." Boop.

You felt like sowmthing caught in your throat. You smiled awkwardly and took a strand of your hair in between your index finger and thumb, starting to twirl it around in a nervous habbit. You bit your lip. You saw him reach over for your journal.

"May I?"

He looked in your eyes, askign for permission. Without really thinking of what was inside of this journal, you nodded. He took the book and flipped to the first page. It was a poem you titled the pastel prince. Ilima began to read. You read over his shoulder, nervous as hell. Wait a second. You have some NSFW in here, right!? No, you don't. Do you? Was your writing good? No? Oh my god you were feeling too anxious, far too anxious.

With a smile that can charm many hearts, A color scheme warm, comforting and welcoming, With a team far stronger than any of ours: This Pastel Prince is more than just charming.

Ilima chuckled, flipping the page. His students at the trainer's Cool always talk about someone who has The best creative writing and poetry ever. They say it's all about him as well. Of course, being the kindhearted trial captain Ilima was, he had to go and see how amazing this little fangirl/fanboy/fanperson of his was. Surely you had just as much talent as others gave you the renown for.

"You're incredible."

After about five pages, Ilima looks up from the book and into your eyes. He smiles warmly, taking his warm hand and caressing your cheek with it. You may not have interacted much with him, but it felt nice. You put your hand over his and keanedninto his touch. It felt so nice to be noticed by your pastel prince.

"I regret not noticing you before now, my dear." Boop.

BOOP BOOP BOOPBOOP BOOP BOOP BOOP BOOPBOOPBOOP *continues to nose boop to the attack on titan theme*

~Eva