Whoo, DL here, with a new series of stuff! Read the AN (Author's Note) after the story to get the full story, but for now, this chapter's pairing and info!

Drabble 1 – Bagon/Shelgon/Salamence & Spyro

Side Genre: Humor

Age Rating: K+

Enjoy. ;3

(Ugh, pages breaks are being gay and not working! -bangs head on wall- Oww...)

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CliffJumpingshipping – Bagon/Spyro (Spyro the Dragon)

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"Heeeeeey, Spyro!"

The purple dragon sighed, his tail whipping for a moment in agitation, before he turned around to look at the creature coming to stand next to him on the cliff. She was about the same height as him, unable to see over his head unless she stood on her tiptoes, and her plated head was only a little bit lower than his, although she stood on two small, stubby legs. Her bright blue scales were bothersome as they weren't good for stealth, and yet she still managed to sneak up on him with that grin on her face. How? He probably would never know.

"Whaterya doin'?" She often spoke in some strange accent he couldn't quite place, but he had heard her use a nearly normal voice before, confusing him even more as to why she would speak like this now.

"Nothing," he grumbled, looking over at the sunset across the valley. Why couldn't his life be peaceful for one moment, such as during a sunset?

The Bagon looked over at the orange disc that had been chopped in half by the horizon, and then after a moment of contemplation and glancing over the edge grinned widely, looking rather mischievous. She knew that she wouldn't get hurt at all, but Spyro….

The flightless creature suddenly threw herself forward and off of the cliff, and the purple dragon was shocked into standing there for a moment, rooted to the spot in fear, before he snapped his wings out and dived after her, screaming, "What are you doing?!"

Ah…young love.

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FlyingDreamsshipping – Shelgon/Spyro

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"Heeeeeeeeey…what are you up to?"

And still, she was always walking up to him, asking him that. Was it some unbreakable tradition of her 'species' to come up to their friends and bother them? Well, he wasn't going to ask, in case there was also a tradition to not talk about your traditions. Then again, she would probably smack him if he said anything, anyways.

Well, she would like to smack him, but ever since her – strange – transformation into some kind of walking rock, all she could really do was either glare at him or bump him over the side of a cliff. He was sure that her grin was hiding in there somewhere, though, and it ticked him off when he knew that she was smirking at him whenever he blundered and yet he couldn't see it to wipe it off of her face. Irritating things like that, Sparx often said, could make a dragon's blood boil until it overloaded their systems with fire and they burst into flames.

He hoped that he was kidding.

And, was it also tradition for her to find him at this cliff? If nothing else, they always met every day at the very cliff that he had first 'saved' her at – if he had known that she was fine, he wouldn't have went after her – and she always came to tease him about that, as she said 'that trait of his was adorable for a tiny dragon like him'. Should she really be talking? She wasn't really that much bigger than him, still being able to stare up at him because of her weird body. She had always said 'when I get bigger, when I get bigger', and yet she really hadn't changed. What was the point of the change, anyhow? He'd never understand these so-called 'Pokemon'.

"Yo, Spyro."

He snapped out of his thoughts to look at her, and he glared and hissed, "What?" He really wasn't in the mood to be teased today, with all of his wistful – and lonely – memories coming back to him from when he was a little dragonling, before he met her. Why couldn't it be peaceful still, like back then? No, of course not, because there was her.

Her eyes looked a bit troubled about something, catching him off guard as they grew murky with a tinge of worry. Then, after a moment of him blinking, the clouds were gone from her eyes as they beamed at him in that unmistakable proud way of her kind.

"Thanks. For 'saving' me." She sounded kind of sheepish and looked down at the ground at his clueless 'huh?' "I never really thanked you for that."

Spyro's face contorted into an expression of confusion, but soon his dragon eye-ridges rose into shock as she walked forward and nuzzled him the best she could as a giant walking rock – the dragon equivalent of either a close friend's hug or a peck on the cheek. As she then bounded off, somehow being ridiculously fast although she looked like she'd sink like a boulder, Spyro used a wingtip to idly scratch an itch on his side that had erupted when she touched him, as if some parasite had jumped from her to him. He shivered. "Is she contagious?"

The first sign of disease, after all, is the reddening of the face and the rise in temperature.

…That was from a disease, right?

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GlidingRoarshipping – Salamence/Spyro

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Whether it was awesome or terrifying that Spyro had suddenly gotten a growth spurt, it sure didn't help the poor Shelgon who still hadn't 'evolved' yet, as he began to tease her about it as she once did to him. The days that he stood a bit shorter than her were over, as he was now well over a few feet taller than her, angering her beyond all get out. Now she herself was the subject of torment, and she couldn't help but pout about it. 'What goes around comes around,' as her mother told her.

"Oomph – okay, okay – ack – get off." She wasn't liking the idea he had of helping him pick apples off of trees anymore then when he had initially told her of it; since he didn't want to fly up to them, he instead used her as a platform to jump up and snag them with his jaws, either swallowing them whole or dragging them off of their snug places on the branches to bounce off of her 'head' and fall into the basket beside them. "I think we – grr – have enough – oh, come on – of them."

"Well, I'm sorry," he mockingly grinned as he stepped down from her, awkwardly talking around the apple currently in his mouth. Looking at her sour expression in her eyes, he rolled his own before telling her, "Well, you would be able to try it if you could –"

"Not funny." She couldn't jump at all, at least not high above the ground. What was the reason she still 'considered' a dragon again? Oh, yeah, right, the fire. Well, it seemed pointless to her without wings. Why couldn't she just grow them already?!

"Yeah, well, I –"

A flash of light coming from inside of her 'shell' startled her, and she heard Spyro gulp 'what was that?' before suddenly her vision was completely engulfed in brilliantly white blankness. She could feel something magical and cooling through all of this, and it soothed her to the soul and caused her to close her eyes from the blindness and smile dreamily – only to hear Spyro's voice calling her name.

Slowly being brought out of this, she was a bit startled by feeling a breeze on her face – not because of the fact that there was a breeze, but that her face could feel it – and she opened her eyes to once again be blinded but only from natural light. Gradually she recovered, and she suddenly felt as if she was being levitated up from the ground a couple of feet. Looking down, however, provided the reason was because she had suddenly become taller – and she was different.

She had evolved.

Finally.

She then quickly tossed her now large serpent neck to catch sight of – yes, her glorious ruby red wings, hanging out beside her and hovering as if waiting to fly. She could see a giant tail twitching sluggishly in the corner of her eye, and she gave the ground a couple of hard and solid 'thwacks' before humming an approving note and tilting her head to – finally – look at the stunned purple dragon well in his 'teenager' years, a rather handsome fellow at that.

Now she could give him a run for his money, in looks and abilities.

She smiled and lowered her head a bit so that she could lick his snout, smiling slyly and telling him, "Now I'm taller again." Feeling rather proud of herself and her newfound height (as well as pondering the slight blush that had covered both of their faces), she then turned her head upwards to look at the shining apples.

"Now, I have an idea…."

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Haha, I loved writing these little drabbles! Alright, for people who don't know, a drabble is something that's not enough to be officially called a oneshot – kind of like a single scene from a movie, except less so. And these three were joint drabbles, as you can tell, with Pokemon crossovers! That's how this collection will go, filled with funny and strange and tender moments shared between equally funny and strange and tender people from different fandoms, one of them always being Pokemon. Can you handle it?

YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!

Lol, okay, review time! :D