Well, I was minding my business (as usual) then I decided to play Pokémon Go and I had to swap my Flareon buddy (Eddielyn) with Sylveon (Nyamphia) as I was catching wild Pokémons, she discovered something then brought it to me and then I decided to give her a special treat that being a golden razz berry.

"Woah, ho-lee fuck, you jump so good!"

- Anakin the Samurott cheering on his new bestie buddy

Art By SilverUmbreon On Pinterest.

Now I can have my fav pokémon in my current favorite game :)

this song is chill and pretty amazing this song used to be popular

I created this for my daughter as Sylveon is her favourite 🩷

Well, it's my decision to evolve her

Deep inside the cavern, the local dragon pack was enjoying a quiet afternoon. It was a proud gathering of the region's apex predators: Garchomp, Flygon, Dragonite, Salamence, Noivern, Altaria, and the small Applin family—including Flapple, Appletun, Dipplin, and Hydrapple. They were fierce, powerful, and completely ruled the local ecosystem.

Then, Sylveon walked in.

She carried a flat piece of wood acting as a tray, firmly gripped and balanced by one of her prehensile, ribbon-like feelers while her other three ribbons swayed gently at her sides. To get the wooden tray ready, Sylveon had previously asked a wild Trumbeak friend to use a highly precise Drill Peck. The bird Pokémon had spun its sharp beak like a corkscrew, perfectly carving out small, neat, rounded slots in a flawless grid. This clever design kept several curled leaves, meticulously shaped into cones, sitting firmly upright.

Inside each leaf cone sat a perfectly rounded snowball, vividly colored by crushed berry juice. To make the treats look even more beautiful in the dim cavern, Glaceon had finely crushed bioluminescent Luminous Moss directly into the syrups, giving the snow cones a soft, steady, iridescent glow. They looked less like simple wild snacks and more like prized, sub-zero gemstones. This majestic shimmer only added to the psychological trap—it made the treats look so majestic and important that the proud apex predators felt it would be an absolute insult to their dragon pride to back down from the challenge.

Sylveon flashed a sweet, mischievous, and incredibly flirty fae-like smile to her boyfriend. She knew exactly what she was doing. Every single dragon in this room shared a devastating, quadruple weakness to Ice-type attacks.

"Look what I got for us, boys," Sylveon said cheerfully, her voice practically dripping with a practiced innocence only a trickster could manage. "When I used to be a Pokémon to a trainer, the humans would have these things called snow cones!"

The temperature in the cave dropped instantly. The dragons all froze, their eyes locking onto the steaming, glowing mist rolling off the frozen treats.

"Would you like the Applin snow cone?" Sylveon asked, tilting her head innocently as she looked toward the apple dragons. "Flygon, would you like the Flygon snow cone? My sister and I made all these with love, boys."

The small Applin and its evolutions shivered, their eyes widening as they hid behind a rock. Flygon choked on its own breath, looking frantically at the green berry syrup. Salamence and Noivern slowly backed toward the cave walls, their massive wings pinned flat in absolute terror.

The room was gripped by a sudden, horrifying realization. There had always been wild rumors about Fairy-types—whispers that beneath their pink ribbons and sweet smiles lay ruthless, dragon-hunting monsters. Hearing her cheerfully offer up glowing snacks named after their own species, while purring about how she and her Ice-type sister made them "with love," confirmed their worst fears. They genuinely thought she had harvested their own kind to make these treats.

Sylveon blinked, noticing the sheer, unadulterated panic, and let out a bright, melodic giggle.

"Oh, honestly, boys! Don't look at me like that," Sylveon laughed, waving a ribbon dismissively. "I didn't turn anyone into a snack. I just named the flavors after each of you! They're just made out of different types of crushed berries. The Applin cone is just tart Sweet Berries and crisp Watmel Berries. The green Flygon one is a mix of bitter Durin Berries and spicy Mago Berries. The yellow Dragonite cone is sweet Iapapa Berries, and Garchomp's is a blend of Tamato and Rowap Berries. See? Safe and completely vegetarian!"

The dragons let out a collective, deeply embarrassed sigh of relief, though they still eyed the freezing mist warily.

Garchomp stepped forward, still looking a bit nervous. "Uh... honey? Maybe we should just stick to regular, non-frozen berries today—"

Sylveon cut Garchomp off, stepping in close and gently brushing one of her soft feelers across his jawline.

"Though, if I were to say if any of you boys were a snack..." Sylveon purred softly, her eyes locked onto his as she slid in the heavy flirtation, "...I'd have to say it would be my man."

With that, she planted a deeply tender, teasing kiss right on Garchomp's cheek. She winced just a little bit as the contact triggered his rough scales, leaving a tiny scratch. Garchomp flinched, his face instantly flushing a deep crimson, and he quickly lowered his head to rumble a soft, worried apology.

Sylveon just smiled warmly. She plucked a fresh Sitrus Berry from the edge of her wooden tray, casually nibbling on it to let the juices instantly mend the scratch, and looked at him lovingly.

"My love, every rose has its thorns," Sylveon murmured softly, her voice filled with genuine tenderness. "I love you for everything you are. I don't think a couple of cuts will ever bother me."

Garchomp was entirely charmed, his heart completely melted. Unbothered, Sylveon turned her attention back out to the rest of the room of massive, terrifying beasts, her eyes half-lidded and returning to pure mischief.

"Oh, come on, boys," Sylveon purred, her tone shifting into a playful, taunting dare as she looked around the room. "I thought there were big, brave, strong Dragon-types in here, not little Sprigatitos."

She giggled softly, resting a ribbon against her chest. "Besides, I know you want to make my sister like you better, Garchomp. She made these specifically for you strong, brave boys." It worked—after all, who could push the buttons of a Dragon-type better than a Fairy-type?.

Garchomp swallowed hard, looking down at the glowing, frozen treat. He remembered the frigid, soul-crushing coldness of Glaceon's glare when she first found out they were dating, but his motivation ran deeper than just fear. He deeply, genuinely loved Sylveon. Glaceon was the sister of the Pokémon he wanted to share his life with, and he truly wanted her to be a positive part of his life, too. If eating this treat meant showing respect to Sylveon's family and proving his dedication, he was going to do it—no matter how cold it was.

The den went dead silent. Sylveon had completely trapped them. She had their leader cornered not by fear, but by his own loyalty and love for her. No proud, wild dragon could look at their friends and admit they were too scared of a pink Fairy-type's sister to eat a snack—especially when Garchomp was already reluctantly reaching forward to show his support.

Peer-pressured by Garchomp's hesitant compliance, their own unyielding dragon pride, and the sheer embarrassment of looking like soft little grass kittens, every single dragon slowly reached out and took a leaf cone from the wooden tray, trying to look as tough and unbothered as possible.

Holding the Glaceon-crafted treat, the dragons glared at the ice, puffed out their chests, and took a massive bite at the exact same time to prove their dominance.

The Dragon-types ate the snow cones.

It was super effective.

The moment the sub-zero ice hit their tongues, the 4x quadruple weakness triggered a massive, synchronized brain freeze across the entire room. Their tough-guy acts shattered instantly. There was no time to react.

All the Dragon-types blacked out, completely unconscious.

Within a single second, the entire room of apex predators was out cold in a massive, embarrassed heap.

Sylveon just stood in the center of the sudden silence. She blinked her large, beautiful eyes, completely unbothered, and looked down at the mountain of fainted dragons.

"Oh dear," Sylveon whispered, happily taking a berry-stained snow cone for herself. "More for me, I guess!"

Right on cue, Glaceon stepped out from the shadows, her elegant, icy tail swaying as she surveyed the spectacular mountain of unconscious dragons. She stopped right next to Garchomp, poking his unconscious nose with a frosty paw.

"Well?" Glaceon asked, her cool voice carrying a rare, amused undertone. "Did he actually eat it?"

Sylveon giggled warmly, wrapping a ribbon affectionately around her sister's shoulders. "Every single bite, sis. He didn't even hesitate."

Glaceon looked down at the giant land shark, the icy edge of her usual glare finally melting away into a small, approving smirk. "Hmph. I suppose if a dragon is willing to face a sub-zero blackout just to prove his devotion to you... he earns a passing grade. He can stay."

The End

Art by Rosy. Reflections on Instagram

Artist is Chufflepop

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It was just work in progress art of sylveon (but i procrastinate alot)