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eevee-eclair · 1 year

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It’s me! Back with another fic for someone else’s AU! This time, it’s @doctorsiren’s Snapshot AU! I watched the whole thing yesterday and was obsessed with it, so!! This! (Like always, if she wants me to take it down, I will)

TWs: crying, implied violence, implied war(?) (tell me if I missed one)

THIS ONE HAS AN AO3 LINK!!!!

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And, oh, where did he go?

“I’m scared.”

Zed jumped a bit at Ren’s sudden words. They weren’t harsh, they weren’t sad, just… empty. It was so uncharacteristic for the normally energetic man. He frowned and turned to him. He was just staring at his sword, at his reflection.

“We’ll do it,” he said, just as flat. “We’ll win this.”

Ren sighed and lowered it, staring at him, instead. “Not of the battle, dude.” He sounded tired. Exhausted. “Of…” He trailed off and waved a hand. “Y’know…”

Zed snorted blandly and crossed his arms. “No, I can’t say I do.”

He turned his attention to a wall, and Zed wished he could see behind those sunglasses. “I’m scared of them,” he mumbled. “I’m scared for them…”

Suddenly, Zed understood. His shoulders slumped and he looked down at the hard floor. “Oh.” It’s all he had to say. What else was there to add? He could make a witty joke, but he knew it would be inappropriate for the situation.

“Yeah…” Ren’s hand went to his chest, where he grabbed a fistful of his own shirt. Beneath the glasses, his eyes were wet and red with unshed tears. Again, not something he usually does; cry.

Zed fiddled with the buttons on his sweater, still not looking up. They both knew who they were worried for the most, but neither could actually say it. The words hung in the air like barbed wire. They ducked under it, but one wrong bend of the knee and they’d be tangled.

“I’m afraid for Doc.”

There it was. That was the bend they were avoiding. Zed nodded, finding a certain groove in the floor very interesting. He didn’t know what to say without seeming rude or inconsiderate. People weren’t redstone, you couldn’t just keep trying over and over again until you got it right. You got one shot–two if you’re lucky. But he couldn’t just ignore him, either.

“I’m afraid for Tango and Impulse,” he sighed after some time. “I know how you feel.”

Then, Ren did something Zed had never heard. He sobbed. He let out a small, broke hiccup and wrapped his other hand–the one not clenched around his shirt–and hugged himself. A tear rolled down, past his sunglasses.

He finally looked up, eyes wide with shock. “Ren-?”

The glasses were removed, and Zed got an eyeful of how much pain he was going through. Ren looked up and made eye contact. His heart ached for him and he took a step forward, his arms raising for a hug.

Two steps in, and he had an armful of a shaking, sniveling Ren. He did his best to console him, but he didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t know if they were okay, if they would be okay, or if they’d even get them back in the end. It was a mystery, and he was frustrated he couldn’t solve it.

He held Ren a bit tighter as his own tears started to build up in his eyes. “We’ll get them back,” he croaked. “We will. There’s no way we won’t.”

Ren nodded and pulled back, wiping at his eyes. They were red and puffy, full of sorrow and defeat. He looked up, dark blue eyes meeting sky blue. They stared at each other for a long while before Ren offered him a tight smile. It wasn’t a patented Ren Dog Grin, just a curve of his lips to indicate he was fine.

‘At least he’s still smiling though,’ Zed thought as he grinned back.

“Thanks, dude,” Ren rasped, his voice sticky. He lightheartedly punched his shoulder and sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. We will get ‘em back. Because we’re smarter than some dumb robot with a fancy glove!”

He offered a slightly more real smile and Zed felt a bit of hope blossom in his chest. He grinned stronger, too, and nodded. “Without a doubt!”

Because, no matter what, they were hermits. And hermits loved to wage war.

And win.

#eevee says things #eevee writes #hermitcraft #snapshot AU #rendog #zedaph #rendoc #team zit #hermitcraft fanfic

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scarletwritesshit · 4 months

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Warmth of Night's End ❄️Pokemon Winter Wonderland Zine

The second piece I wrote for the @winterwonderlandzine

The cabin door creaked open, and one by one, each of the Eeveeloutions trotted inside. Clumps of snow on their fur began to melt, drenching each of them in cold water. From the door, well into the cabin, the water dripped off of their fur and congregated into a pool trailing behind them. None of them paid any mind to the water on the wood, as the heat from the fireplace would soon take care of drying the floor. Hopefully, the heat would not dry up the Vaporeon, but at this point, she felt as if she was at risk of her body solidifying if she didn’t seek out warmth.

All nine of them took their turns attempting to shake off the cold water and clumps of snow, only for it to splash right onto the ones closest to them. The Flareon got off rather easy, as her natural body heat instantaneously vaporized any water droplets that made contact with her fur. The Glaceon did not mind the splash of cold either, as he naturally thrived in such conditions. In fact, he much preferred this feeling compared to the radiation of an open flame.

Life slowly started to return to them, especially the Leafeon, who was acting as if he was on the verge of wilting just earlier in the evening. Though now in the comfort of the warmth of the cabin, one in particular had left some business unfinished. The Jolteon was rather dissatisfied with his defeat by holiday lights failing to be properly strung, and the snarl on his face showed that he was still raring to return to the battle. He wasn’t alone in his desires, however, as the Glaceon was already missing the comfort of the cold and ice in between his paws.

As for the Eevee, well, she would be overjoyed to once again return to the snowscape, that is, if she had any energy left. The last spark of desire that still burned within her was impressive enough, considering how long she actually lasted in the freezing temperatures at her young age. She would not protest an opportunity to return outside for just a few more moments, but she was comfortable on top of the Espeon’s back, and he did not seem intent on facing the cold winter’s night once more. The Umbreon was in silent agreement with the Espeon that perhaps, it was more ideal for the Eevee to rest and regain her strength, along the others. It wasn’t like she always willing to listen to the two, but the Eevee did not have the energy to defy their wishes.

Laying down in front of the fireplace, she noticed that although it was still rather warm, the heat was being provided by mere embers on their last breath of life. She called for some wood to be thrown in, but alas, the stock was almost completely depleted. With the temperatures drastically falling as the night went on, one of them was going to have to brave the cold and acquire some wood to keep the cabin warm throughout the night.

Who else would be better to take down some trees than the already fired up Jolteon? He was still rather frustrated with his defeat earlier, and so striking down some wood would be a reasonable method of productively relieving stress. The Flareon would go with him, however, free reign of firepower should not be carelessly utilized around a vulnerable wooden shelter.

While the Jolteon slipped through the door to hunt down suitable logs to use as fuel, the Vaporeon made the suggestion of perhaps making some hot chocolate in the meantime to tie everyone over. Her suggestion received unanimous support, as even the cold loving Glaceon would not turn down a sweet treat.

The Umbreon and Espeon worked together to grab enough packets of hot chocolate from the cabinet. The Espeon climbed on top of the Umbreon and, despite their synergy, did not exactly have it easy attempting to keep balance. They did manage to pull down enough packs without any casualties, but not without the Espeon tumbling off of the Umbreon’s back, knocking her onto the floor with him.

The Sylveon shot a rather confused glance at the duo, with his facial expression signifying, "why didn’t you just get my assistance in the first place?" It was more likely the two of them showing off just how well they worked with each other, but the priorities of the others lied elsewhere, such as the hot chocolate at stake.

The Sylveon forcefully shoved the two aside, taking over in order to prevent further botched performances. He grabbed a kettle to set down in front of the Vaporeon to fill, as well as exactly enough mugs for all of them, including the currently resting Eevee and absent Jolteon. For the most part, it was a team effort.

The Leafeon was nowhere to be found by the stove. Instead, he was rather content warming up by the fireplace alongside the Eevee. At the same time, he seemed to be indirectly conveying just how incredibly cold he was feeling. His wincing was somewhat justifiable, given how he wasn’t exactly suited for harsh, cold environments. However, ulterior motives were at play here, and it was, for the most part, an act to lure to Flareon into once again laying with him.

Nobody was buying his act. Not even the Eevee, who was half asleep and felt as if she was mentally on another planet. She knew all too well that he was “secretly” begging for the Flareon’s attention, who was too busy to pay any attention to his begging. It was rather embarrassing, really.

The Eevee desired only to nap, at least until the hot chocolate was prepared. That was proving to be rather impossible feat, however. Through the windows, she could see the night sky being lit up with the lightning shocks of the Jolteon, creating a rather spectacular light show. She was well aware that he wasn’t too happy about his failure to string the lights prior, but not that unhappy to put on a light show of his own. A little dramatic for cutting down trees, if you ask her.

Not only that, but the needy Leafeon whining about being cold (desiring the company of the Flareon) was starting to get under her skin. Despite somehow wanting to get away from these annoyances temporarily and seek tranquility further away in the forest, she was having a difficult time fighting off the urge to sleep. The Eevee was kept awake only by those two causing far too much of a ruckus, and despite knowing that the Jolteon and Flareon were quite busy doing them all a favor, she wanted them both to return as soon as possible just so she could possibly get some shut eye.

Her wish may be partially fulfilled soon, as the cups of hot chocolate were just about finished being prepared. The Espeon and Umbreon insisted on working together to, once again, show off just how compatible they were, but the Sylveon once again shoved them out of the way and grabbed the water with his feelers himself. He was no Psychic-type, but he could foresee one of those two dumping hot water on an innocent bystander and scalding them. The last thing anyone needed were second degree burns to tend to after everyone was already exhausted enough.

The cups were neatly arranged and each had one packet of instant hot chocolate mix poured into them. The Sylveon, to the best of his ability, carefully began to pour the water into the cups. The Flareon grabbed a spoon and awkwardly tilted her head to the side and started stirring the mixture, unbothered by the hot water splashing against her fur. The Umbreon glanced at her with a concerned side eye, a bit confused as to how a Fire-type was remaining unaffected by perhaps her greatest weakness. The droplets splashing against her face were in such miniscule amounts, and so they sizzled away practically instantaneously, causing no harm.

Nudging their cups along the floor (due to an unfortunate lack of hands), the Eeveeloutions slowly made their way along to all gather around the fireplace. Well, all except for the Glaceon that is, who was enjoying the dwindling temperatures away from the direct heat. In spirit, he was laying right in the midst of them all, but physically, he preferred to distance himself from as much warmth as possible.

The flame was growing smaller by the minute, and the temperatures were noticeably dropping in the cabin. The hot chocolate could only last them for so long before they would have to resort to each other as a source of warmth. Unsurprisingly, the Leafeon, despite being one of the more susceptible to the cold, did not seem to mind this possibility one bit. Anything that gave him an excuse to huddle closer to the Flareon, he was going to jump at.

After a while, they realized that the sky was no longer being lit up with furious thunderbolts. It remained eerily silent for quite some time, and confused glances were exchanged between each other once the realization truly sat in. Suddenly, the door flung open, and their heads turned to face the door practically in sync. The chill from outside invaded on their space, blasting each of them in the face. In the doorway, they saw the Jolteon all by himself attempting to push the logs through, as they were far too wide to simply roll.

Eager for one last taste of the cold, the Glaceon leaped up and provided him with some extra firepower to help push the logs inside. Once all of the logs were shoved into the cabin, the Jolteon slammed the cabin door shut. They may be inside now, but the logs still needed to be stacked safely to the side, as well as a few thrown in to refuel the flames. With still having labor ahead of him, the Jolteon scrunched his nose and weakly snarled out of irritation. For a Pokémon that was still rather young, he had the attitude of an old soul.

The Sylveon used his feelers to aid the Jolteon in lifting the logs, and the Flareon spat a few embers into the fireplace to once more bring life to the flame. Finally, with the fire once again burning bright, and the hot chocolate cooled to a temperature comfortable enough to drink, they were all able to settle down together for the evening.

The Glaceon was still physically close in spirit, as he especially had no interest in laying in front of a brightly burning flame. In fact, he had so little interest in the warmth, that he frosted the outside of his coffee cup to bring the temperature of his drink down further. Unsurprisingly, the Espeon and Umbreon were on the verge of falling asleep together, leaving half drank hot chocolate in front of them. The Eevee, on the verge of falling asleep herself, winced at the two, though she sleepily eyed up their hot chocolate, should an opening arise for her to swipe their drinks for herself.

The consistently cold Leafeon was shooting "desperate" glances at the Flareon, occasionally looking back at the Espeon and Umbreon to get his point across. She had already curled up with the Eevee, who arguably needed the warm comfort more than he did. His futile attempts became fewer and farther in between as the evening went on, only subsiding once he fell asleep.

The Vaporeon was already fast asleep, confident that she would not freeze over now that the fire was going strong. Soon to follow, the Jolteon would eventually fall asleep himself, too tired to continue fussing over a battle surrendered previously in the evening.

With the stories that each of the nine Pokémon could tell, one might presume that they are speaking of a year’s worth of tales. This night, however, was only the first of many snowfalls to come that winter.

And though each snowfall may feel the same as the last, one has but a singular chance to experience a first snowfall only once in their lives, and this was one that the young Eevee would look back upon with great fondness for as long as she may live.

#pokemon #fanfic #fanfiction #eevee #eeveelution #flareon #jolteon #vaporeon #espeon #umbreon #glaceon #leafeon #sylveon

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magmacavern · 11 months

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Hero and Partner Week, Day 5: Frosty Forest (+ Day 4: Memories)

I wasn't able to finish this entire piece, but I wanted to share something every day this week, so here's a small snippet of it. It's not really obvious from this section of the piece how it's related to the prompts, but I was inspired by them and they're incorporated into some of the parts that I'm not ready to share yet!

@heropartnerweek

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Straight ahead, through the whirling snow, stood a ghost.

No, not a ghost. Is it … a Pokemon?

Nine ice-blue tails billowed behind the glowing eyes that pierced the snow to meet the eevee’s gaze. It stood in the center of the plateau with jagged pinnacles of ice encircling it on all sides. As she watched the Pokemon, it sat down primly like it had been waiting on this desolate mountaintop just for her arrival.

Maybe it knows what’s going on.

She took a step toward the figure. In an instant, the flurries of snow crescendoed into a fierce torrent of ice. The hailstones struck the eevee’s body over and over again, cutting deep into her fur and bruising her skin. She flinched back and dropped her face to her chest, trying to protect her eyes from the storm.

I need to talk to you!

She lifted her head, squinting, and pressed forward once more. The hail, already treacherous, began to pound the eevee even harder. She held the figure’s gaze through the storm in spite of the pain. Then, the eerie light emanating from its eyes blinked out. She strained to see where the Pokemon had vanished to, but it was nowhere to be found. She glanced around, shifting her body weight from one foot to another as she prepared herself for the attack that was surely coming.

Suddenly, sunlight from above pierced through the storm and hit the mountaintop, reflecting off all the drifts of snow and facets of ice on the plateau.

The light—it’s blinding!

The eevee dropped to her belly and clamped her paws over her face as pain seared through her eyes. Her heart pounded in her chest and she gasped in the frigid air, trembling in her place on the ground. Eventually, the hail died out and the stinging of her cuts faded away. Warmth crept back into her paws and ears.

Is it over … ?

The eevee slowly uncovered her eyes. The mountaintop was gone, as was the ghostly figure with its glowing blue eyes. The icy landscape she had been standing in just moments ago was entirely replaced by a pulsing green fog.

She pushed herself to her feet, unease stirring within her.

This place … what is this place?

#fanfiction #writing #pmd #eevee #heropartnerweek #heropartnerweek2023 #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon #mystery dungeon #fanfic #fic snippet #mine #magmacavern

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