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The world is on fire and falling apart, and here's our fifth fanfic jam posting! As usual, these fics were written in the span of one week and are posted in the state they were at by the deadline (sometimes with minimal edits, nothing that changes the fic in a significant way). Our guidelines remained the same: write a one-shot or nothing more than a few chapters, nothing above a mature rating, crossovers were allowed, and AUs were allowed.

Our prompt this time was a little different. Initially inspired by a presentation from a powerpoint party we did, we wrote for the prompt "friend-kiss" - our friends smooching a fictional character they would like to kiss. We were tasked with writing about each other sharing a kiss with a character they put in a top ten style list, with no other guidelines other than not making it weird or writing smut. The "original characters" being shipped are just our best interpretations of each other. These fics are truly wild and insane, enjoy!

Each chapter is an entire fic:

Chapter 2: Ragdolling into Sidon's Heart (Blub_blub_dead, he/him)

Summary:

Cyrus uses a bomb incorrectly and Sidon comes to the rescue.

Chapter 3: Good Luck Babe (Idle_Starship, he/him)

Summary:

Naomi is having troubles with Raye after he makes a weird comment. Des gives her advice, leading to Naomi realizing her true feelings.

Chapter 4: Like a Moth to the Flame (Skambet, he/him)

Summary:

Kalvin's boring night takes a turn when he has a supernatural encounter with Mothman. 

Chapter 5: Big Naturals (Harmonia Gropius) (lucid_waking, they/them)

Summary:

N is a little lost after the new Unova champion refuses the Light Stone when offered, but the realization that an old friend is back in the region sets him on a different path. Hijinks ensue. 

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It had gotten late, the sky now a vibrant orange as the sun set below the mountains. The path to Zora’s Domain getting darker by the minute. Good, it meant more monsters for Cyrus to fight. Sure, he could easily mine the ore around the Domain. But that was slow and boring. Now monster hunting, that's where the fun was at.

He knew that there were monsters along the path, but he was looking for the camps in particular, more monster equaled more monster parts, which all meant more money for his pockets. He ran his hands along the rocky cliff face, it was slightly smoothed down. Eroded from the gallons of rain that were a constant nearly a month ago. He stuck close, watching his footing, one wrong move and he would be falling down the mountain below. As Cyrus rounded a corner, he was suddenly staring at the back of a Lizalfo. It was walking away from him, heading towards a camp of others who were all already fast asleep.

Cyrus immediately squatted down behind the rock, he watched and waited for the Lizalfo to fall asleep before he deployed a spherical bomb. He quietly places it on the ground and lets it roll towards the monsters. The blue light that emanated from it lighting the path. When he thought it was close enough, he pressed the detonate button on his sheikah slate.

The bomb was.

In fact.

Not far enough.

Immediately Cyrus was blasted backwards and thrown over the edge. His body bounced off the rocks, flopping around like a fish out of water. Well, that was until he finally crashed into a river. The water erupting around him. 

An hour and a few miles down the river, Cyrus pulled himself out of the water, flopping back onto the sandy shore. “Ow”.

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Sidon was worried. Very worried. Cyrus may have been an adventurer, but if he said he was going to be somewhere on a certain day at a certain time. He was going to be there. Cyrus was supposed to be back at Zora’s Domain by early morning. It was now nearly evening and there was not a whisper of his name. 

You could always tell when Cyrus was in town, all the kids would tell stories of the great adventurer, retell old goodies that Sidon may or may not have been feeding them. He sat by Mipha’s statue, he always came to her when things were troubling him. Sitting at her feet like a lost dog. 

He looked out at the horizon, and finally saw what he was waiting for. Cyrus was gliding down on his paraglider. Sidon immediately scrambled to his feet, ready to hug his best friend and ask what took him so long when suddenly he noticed how much of a mess Cyrus looked. When he landed Sidon immediately panicked.

Cyrus was a disaster. Clothes ripped up and wet. Hair a mess. Dirt, cuts, mud, and gashes covering his body. He waved his hand with much effort.

“Hi” he said quietly before dropping like a sack of potatoes.

“Good heavens!” Sidon yelled as he moved to catch him, immediately carrying him into the tunnels below the rushing waters of the domain. 

The tall ceilings in the tunnels echoed Sidon’s panicked gibberish. He rushed through the door to his bedroom and laid Cyrus down on the floor. Though he wished he could put him somewhere more comfortable, his sleeping pool would not do for this.

The motion seemed to have woken Cyrus up as he let out a loud groan. 

“Uugghhh I feel like death” he whined.

“Oh, thank heavens you're awake, can you move at all?” Sidon asked as he looked over Cyrus, quickly taking in the damage. 

Cyrus sat up slowly and with much effort as Sidon went over to a dresser and collected a small white chest. Eventually sitting back down beside Cyrus. 

“Everything should be in here” he said as he placed the box next to himself, opening it to reveal an assortment of medical supplies.

He grabbed a cloth and looked around his room. The room's walls had water streaming down from the lake above into a basin that collected it at the floor boards. They were close enough to the wall, so he stuck his arm out and wet the cloth. Using it to wipe away dirt and grime, starting with Cyrus's legs.

“So what happened?” He asked Cyrus as he wiped dirt off a particularly bad cut. 

Cyrus hissed and laid back down, “I just, made a mistake.” 

Sidon sighed, “you know, as much as I love that adventurous spirit of yours. I do wish you would take better care of yourself.” He moved to Cyrus's arms, making quick work of those before wiping off his face. Cupping one cheek as he took the cloth to the other.

It was Cyrus's turn to sigh now, “I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you worry.”

“Oh, don't worry about me, dear. It comes with the territory.”

“Territory of what?”

Sidon stayed quiet for a moment, backing up and checking over Cyrus again now that he could actually see the damage. Other than a few larger wounds, the rest could be healed up with a health potion.

“You know, I don't actually mind taking care of you Cyrus” Sidon said as he rummaged through the medical chest for a moment, pulling out a small vial of Hearty Elixir and bandages as Cyrus sat back up.

Sydon popped the cork and handed it over to Cyrus, who immediately knocked it back. 

“I don't know why you do it, but thank you” Cyrus said as the smaller wounds on his body closed in mere moments. The larger wounds still bleeding, but now slightly smaller. Sidon unspooled the bandages and started wrapping up the arm closest to him.

“Because I have a great adoration for you” Sidon said quietly.

Cyrus beamed “Aw I like you to man.” 

Sydon frowned slightly, pausing his hands to look Cyrus in the eyes, “no Cyrus, I love you.”

Cyrus raised an eyebrow but smile, slightly confused, “yea man, I love you to.”

Sidon threw up his hands “Cyrus I want to kiss you!”

“Oh!”

The two stared at each other for a long moment. Sidon desperately waiting for something other than ‘oh’.

Then something seemed to click in Cyrus’s brain cause his whole face went a bright red.

“Jesus man, what a way to confess” he eventually muttered with a small smile on his face.

“Are you… make fun of my confession?” 

Cyrus chuckled and leaned in, kissing Sidon.

Once he pulled away he put on a forced smile, “I adore you to.”

“Are you alright, if you do not like me back you know I won't be mad right?” Sidon asked as he moved to move back slightly, but Cyrus held him in place.

“its not that, I still have a bunch of open wounds.”

“Ah right!”

Sidon finished up wrapping Cyrus's wounds, now with a very goofy grin on his face. Once done he stared at Cyrus for a moment.

“Yes?” Cyrus asked.

“May I kiss you this time?” Sidon asked excitedly.

Cyrus rolled his eyes but smiled “yes, you can kiss m-”

Before Cyrus could finish his sentence Sidon cupped his face and kissed him.

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Naomi has had it OFFICIALLY with Reye!

The two had their disagreements in the past, but what Reye said that evening crossed the line. He had come home to tell Naomi about how the bus he was on got jacked. Naturally, she was concerned, and noticed a connection between the jacking and the recent Kira killings. However, instead of listening to her, Reye scolded her.

Sure, she promised not to get involved with the Kira case, but all she did was share a thought she had, it’s not like she was looking over case files or anything. She knew he was just trying to look out for her, but it really rubbed her the wrong way. But what he said next really got her blood boiling.

“Once we have a few kids running around, you’ll probably be so busy you’ll forget you were ever an agent.”

What!? How could he say something like that!?

And that led her to go to her dear friend, Des, to vent and get some advice. She was over at their place, sharing the evening’s events while a muted episode of Drag Race played on TV.

“I dunno, am I overreacting?” Naomi asked Des.

Meanwhile, Des was fighting the urge to throw furniture. “Are you kidding? Of course you’re not overreacting! If someone said that to me, I would probably throw up!”

“Tch, I’m surprised I didn’t. I just...” Naomi pauses, trying to find the words. “I know he wanted kids, but to think he would value that over my passion for detective work.”

“Honestly, it really sounds like he doesn’t respect you,” Des said sympathetically. “And lemme know if I’m overstepping here, but from what you’ve shared in the past, it sounds like he never really did.”

Naomi put her head in her hands. “No, you’re right. The signs were always there, I just looked past them for the sake of our relationship. And now, I don’t even know if I wanna continue that relationship.”

“Well, that’s the thing, you don’t have to,” Des reminded. “You shouldn’t feel pressured to stay with him just ‘cause you’re engaged.”

“That’s true. Even so...” Naomi trailed off.

“Y’know, this reminds me of an actual play I watched recently,” Des began.

“How so? Was a character also debating whether or not to break up with her fiancé because she felt like he didn’t respect her?” Naomi asked. “It’s a pretty specific dilemma, I’m surprised it would exist in an actual play.”

Des laughed. “I meeeaaan, it’s more like a similar conflict, not the exact situation. Basically, one player is a tiefling thief dating this shitty vampire guy. He only wants her for her thieving skills, not because he actually cares about her.”

“Hm, I guess I can see the similarities,” Noami commented. “What does she do?”

“She runs off with the elf she was gay for.”

Of course! How could she have been so blind! She always knew she felt something for Des, something more than friendship, but she never dared pursue those feelings. But now that her and Reye are practically over, a new opportunity has opened up to her.

“Oh my God, you’re so right Des. You always give the best advise, y’know? And you’re so cool and swag.”

“Ayo?”

“Forget Reye, I wanna be with you instead.”

“Werk.”

And then they kissed.

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Kalvin had always been skeptical. Raised in a small town in the middle of Bumfuck nowhere, he’d heard stories. Tales of a shadow like figure with glowing red eyes wings like a bat and a presence that sends chills down your spine. But he never believed in tall tales such as that. At Least not until one fateful night.

One particularly boring night while having nothing else to do Kalvin had decided to explore the old bridge near his home, a bridge very well known for unexplainable occurrences happening in the vicinity. Arriving Kalvin noticed how the moon hung, casting a glow over the water below. The air was thick, almost alive with a strange erieness

As he stood by the edge something  in the trees moved making a soft almost unnatural fluttering noise. Kalvin’s heart raced as he turned toward the sound. There, standing atop a rusted railing, was the Mothman. He was far taller than most, cloaked in dark and ragged wings that shimmered in the moonlight. His eyes glowing an ominous shade of red met Kalvin’s with an intensity that sent shivers through his spine.

“HOLY SHIT YOUR REAL!?!?” Kalvin (understandably) yelled quite loudly due to the fact he was literally looking at a mythical beast.

The Mothman tilted his head, almost as if studying him, before stepping down from the railing with an eerie almost feather-like grace. Kalvin’s breath caught in his throat as the cryptid moved closer, each step was light but sure almost like a shadow had come to life.

“Why are you here, aren't you supposed to be in west virginia?” Kalvin found himself asking, the words escaping before he could think them through.

The Mothman didn't speak, but instead, he reached out, his wings brushing against Kalvin’s skin like the softest of whispers. There was a strange warmth in the touch, something tender, something that made Kalvin’s pulse quicken.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” the Mothman’s voice filled Kalvin’s mind, not in words, but in a sensation of understanding. “I am an omen, but I am also...something more.”

Kalvin swallowed heart beating in his chest. “I thought you were a warning, a sign of peril to come.”

The Mothman took another step closer, their proximity growing. “Not always,” he replied softly, his breath warm against Kalvin’s ear.

Without thinking Kalvin reached out his fingers trembling slightly as they brushed the edge of one of the Mothman’s wings. The world seemed to fall away in that moment just the two of them, alone in the night.

The Mothman’s red eyes locked onto Kalvin’s, and for a moment, Kalvin forgot everything. There was no fear or worry just the inexplicable pull between them

Slowly, as if the world had shifted just for them, Kalvin closed the distance, his lips meeting the Mothman’s in a kiss that both burned and healed all at once. It was nothing like he expected. No cold, ominous force just a kiss that felt like a quiet storm carrying the weight of the unknown

When they finally parted, the Mothman’s eyes softened, his wings folding gently behind him.Kalvin smiled, breathless, as the Mothman disappeared into the night, leaving behind only the soft rustle of wings and a sense of magic lingering in the air.

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“I will set off on another journey - there are still many Pokémon in the world I should talk to. And there is also a trainer I want to tell how I feel…”

“Is that the same person you talked about back in Nimbasa? On the ferris wheel?”

“I’ve been unintentionally transparent with you, it would seem. Yes, they are.”

“I mean you pretty much act just like Edgeworth from Ace Attorney when he says ‘that man’ every five seconds. I only came here because I thought you needed to yap to someone about your cryptic crush, honestly. Here, maybe give them this instead, I feel weird taking it now.”

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N stared at the Light Stone in his hands as he walked, the conversation he had only hours ago replaying in his mind. The young trainer who helped him defeat his father, Ghetsis, was certainly a strange one. However, the resemblance in ideals to him was uncanny… down to the way they battled and trained their Pokémon. Where on earth was he now!?

He was so lost in thought that he had walked all the way from the ruins of Team Plasma’s castle, down victory road and Route 10 to Opelucid City. It wasn’t until he reached the city that he fully realized how long he had walked, and decided to stop for a bite and something to drink. Opelucid’s options were limited, but there was a Domino’s in the northwest corner near the gym. Maybe it was a little strange to go inside and order from a fast food pizza chain as if it was a cafe, but it’d have to do. 

N stared at the menu suspended from the ceiling, trying to decide what to get. An employee boxing some orders eventually approached the counter.

“You picking up?” they asked.

“Oh, no, I-”

Before he could finish, they turned to the pickup shelf and grabbed a medium pizza, checking the receipt affixed by a sticker on the lid of the box. They handed it to N, mumbled “have a nice day,” and returned to their work. Stunned, N looked at the receipt to see that it indeed had his name - his full name in fact, “Natural Harmonia Gropius.” There was a note added that read, “guy picking up will be a green haired twink with a low ponytail. Yes his name is actually Natural.” 

His heart leapt into his throat, and he now had a good idea who this was from. Sure enough, when he opened the box, staring back at him was a plain pizza crust with nothing on it but carelessly placed chunks of beef on the left side. In an instant, he dropped the pizza and bolted out the door. He knew where he had to go.

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I think the apple's rotten right to the core

From all the things passed down

From all the apples coming before

He hadn’t even walked through the gate to the Nimbasa City amusement park and he could already hear it. Taking deep breaths, he did his best to calm his pounding heart. N wondered how much had changed in the span of two years.

I split the apple down symmetrical lines

And what I find is kinda scary

Makes me just wanna drive

The music was bumping out of the Nimbasa gym, and N pushed his way through the crowd of people upon entering to get up close to the runway. The battle had just ended - the challenger stood over Elesa’s fainted Zebstrika, both him and a blue lizard-like Pokémon N did not recognize doing the apple dance in victory. The challenger turned to walk the runway one last time, wearing a pretty wild combo of a black bathrobe and goth boots that kind of made him look like a Sim. The crowd seemed to love it though and cheered raucously, making it hard to see as he exited the stage. Realizing it was too chaotic to meet in here, N wriggled out through the audience once more to get outside and to the ferris wheel. 

Leaning up against the ferris chassis with his hands in his pockets, N tried to appear blasé and cool, but kept nervously glancing towards the gym. The none pizza left beef hadn’t given him any indication of where to meet, and of course N had never exchanged numbers with him like a normal person. The best place he could think of where he would know to find him was here by the ferris wheel. Perhaps he had miscalculated? He was here though, challenging the Nimbasa gym, so surely that wasn’t a coincidence.  

N gave a heavy sigh as he mulled this over, and suddenly the silence was broken by a loud sad trombone sound effect right behind him. He yelped in surprise and whirled around to see just who he was looking for, popping out from behind a conveniently large enough rock to hide behind. 

“Hey buddy, didja miss me?”

“Sh-Shawn… you nearly gave me a heart attack!” N gave a strained laugh, exhaling sharply with relief as he stepped back. 

Shawn stepped out from behind the rock, followed by the same Pokémon that had been on stage with him earlier. He was back in his normal attire, the standard Pokémon-trainer aesthetic kind of outfit. N’s head was spinning, reeling from both the jumpscare and the fact that Shawn actually had expected to see him. 

“You’re really back in Unova? For good?” N asked.

“Well yeah I’m here, dumbass. I mean I’m standing right in front of you,” Shawn smirked. “I’ll be here for a while at least.”

“And this Pokémon,” N crouched down to make eye level with the lizard, “they’re one you caught on your travels?”

“Galar, yeah. This is Sobble.”

N smiled excitedly, over the moon to be meeting a new Pokémon.

“Hey, Sobble. I’m N, it’s nice to meet you,” he introduced himself to it. 

“I’d let five guys steam my hams any day,” it said matter-of-factly, as if it had given a proper response.

“What did he say?” Shawn looked at N expectantly, unable to understand Pokémon speech like most trainers.

“Er… he just said hi,” N cleared his throat, a tiny bead of sweat forming on his brow. 

Thankfully Sobble remained silent, not seeming to be the very talkative type. 

“I’ll have to introduce you to the Toxicroak I caught in Sinnoh, too. Now Seismitoad has a froggy-friend.”

N smiled warmly at this, remembering Shawn’s Seismitoad from when it was only a small Tympole. He had gotten to watch it grow stronger each time they ran into each other and battled, marveling at the way that Shawn had worked on training it. His Pokémon were strong yet happy, and shared an undeniable bond with their training that N had gotten to see up close and personal. A dedicated trainer that treated his Pokémon with respect despite not being able to understand their voice… it was something N still admired and loved about him.

“Do you have something else to do first?”

“Kind of. Before I re-challenged Elesa, she mentioned something about a strange Pokémon possessing electrical objects here in the park. It’s been pranking people and trashing the place, and she’s worried that it’ll get out of hand if it isn’t stopped. She hasn’t been able to catch it herself, and I think I know what kind of Pokémon it may be.”

“Need some help?”

“That’d be appreciated,” Shawn smiled, stretching a little. “First we have to find this thing, though.”

As if on cue, a toy car sped by, bumping into one of the amusement park-goer’s ankles and causing them to trip. It was one of those small motorized cars that little kids could ride in, like a Barbie Jeep. Not only was it going much faster than one should be able to, but it also didn’t have a driver. N could hear a cackling voice emit from it. 

“Hehehe! I am evil car!” it gloated gleefully. “I am destroyer of worlds! Darkness incarnate!”

“I don’t want to see Robotonik’s Robotonidick,” Shawn’s Sobble said in an angry trill, taking a fighting stance. 

“Welp, I think it might’ve found us.” Shawn rolled up his sleeves. Taking a pokeball from his belt, opening it as it expanded in his hand to release his Gengar. “Gengar: shadow ball on that car!”

Gengar grinned and wiggled its fingers in excitement before opening its gaping maw, forming an orb of pure shadow about the size of a basketball. Once it was satisfied with the size, it spat the ball straight at the car. The toy car cried out in surprise and anger, spinning around to see who had attacked it. N quickly let out his Zoroark, instructing it to push off a dark pulse and hit the car before it could react. However, now alerted to the danger, the car sped down the path and avoided the incoming wave of dark aura.

“So what’s the plan?” N glanced at Shawn. “Weaken it until it unpossesses that thing?”

“I think that’s our only shot. This is definitely a Rotom, so keep some dark moves trained on it!”

The Rotom car sped towards the park gates, drifting around to face them again as its tires screeched against the stone path. It revved its engine, which wasn’t very loud since it was in fact only a toy. 

“Looks like I’m too fast and furious for you! Hehehe!”

With that, it bolted full speed ahead, coming straight for them. Gengar and Zoroark shuffled back in confusion, unsure of whether or not they should leap out of the way or try to meet this head on attack with something of their own. Park-goers scurried out of the way with horrified cries, and one school kid tripped and dropped his bag along the way, books spilling out. They landed conveniently enough to form a makeshift ramp, sending the Rotom car sailing into the air. Of course, as the laws of physics dictate, what goes up must come down…

***

“What a careless trainer, losing their Pokémon like that.”

N crossed his arms as he sat in the ferris wheel cabin, still upset about the outcome with the Rotom. Technically, everything was fine - they had brought it to the Pokémon center to heal, the nurses had contacted and returned it to the trainer who lost it, and all was well. Even the toy car had remained intact to return to the kid in Nimbasa that Rotom had stolen it from. Still, N was not happy about returning the Rotom to a trainer who had let their Pokémon rampage like that. They weren’t even there looking for it, and despite how apologetic they had seemed N just wasn’t sure. 

“I know you’re frustrated, but you can’t just keep people’s lost Pokémon because you feel like they aren’t fit to take them back,” Shawn said carefully as he sat across from him.

N leaned forward and rested his elbow on his knee, propping it up to rest his chin on his palm as the ferris wheel began to move. He stared out the window, watching Shawn’s Pokémon that had been let out to play romp around on the ground below. Despite his glum mood, he couldn’t help but crack a smile at the Whimsicott rolling around in the grass, appreciating the freedom they were given while still being in sight from up in the wheel. 

“I was wondering how much you had changed, and I’m surprised at just how much you’re still the same,” Shawn broke the silence.

“Is that… a good or bad thing?” N winced, looking back up to meet his gaze.

“Not necessarily either,” he shrugged. “I mean you’re not with Plasma anymore and you had the balls to face Ghetsis after everything, so that’s pretty good I’d say.”

“You’ve heard about that already?”

“It’s all people here are talking about right now, that and the new champion.”

N nodded in acknowledgment, momentarily glancing back down at his feet.

“Yeah, that was something alright. I tried to explain… tried to get him to see that Pokémon aren’t tools; that Pokémon and humans make wonderful partners and can only reach greater heights when working together. I would’ve considered him my father even if he had only listened… but of course, he didn’t. Called me a freak, said no real person could talk to Pokémon.” He scoffed, curling his lips in disgust. “It’s funny, I thought that’s what he had exploited me for. At least partially.”

He steeled himself, inhaling slowly and lifting his gaze once more.

“I want to give you something.”

“Oh? Like what?”

“You taught me that to make the world better, you must accept different ideas. That ideals and truth are not as narrow as I thought, something that shook my formula for a perfect world to its core. These past two years I’ve felt so lost trying to redefine what I want, and at the end of the day… I want to become the bridge between people and Pokémon - I want that to be my truth and ideal. And because of that, I think my friend will suit your own pursuit of truth more than mine.”

He reached in his bag and took out the Light Stone, making Shawn’s eyes widen.

“Reshiram…? But, N-” he started to protest.

“I’ve made up my mind. It wouldn’t be right to force Reshiram to be by my side, their task is to help humans seek truth. I think I’m finally done seeking. I’ve found a way my strange gift can actually benefit the world instead of hiding away, feeling like a freak just as Ghetsis sees me. I know where I want my place to be, and who…”

His voice trailed off, his throat suddenly closing up and preventing him from finishing. He could feel his face getting hot, and that only made him blush more. How do people do this without being horrendously corny?

“And who…? Who what?” Shawn blinked in confusion.

“I… look, I know you’re not into all that sappy stuff. And it’s okay if you don’t return my feelings in exactly the same way, if at all of course,” N swallowed hard, placing the Light Stone in his lap. “I… I was trying to say I know who I want my place to be by. And that’s you.”

As hard as he tried to keep holding his gaze, N had to glance back out the window at the Pokémon in the grass to ground himself. However, feeling a hand drape over his own in his lap brought him back.

“You’re right, I don’t have mushy feelings like that for people,” Shawn smiled, “but I want that too. And I’m happy to return your feelings in any other way, if that’s something you’re okay with.”

A happy silence fell over the ferris wheel cabin, and the two of them sat with it for a moment.

“I uh… I feel like naturally this is the part where I’d kiss you now, but would you be okay with that?” N asked.

“Well considering this is the ‘friendkiss jam,’ that’s kind of the point.”

“What-”

Shawn interrupted N by pulling him in for a brief kiss, ultimately fulfilling the point of this writing exercise. Time seemed to stop… until Sobble spoke up. 

“Bro gave me bomb head, gonna call him sloppenheimer.”

N nearly choked and immediately pulled back at this, looking around in shock.

“Wh… where…?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Your Sobble… it’s in here!?”

“Oh yeah, I brought him with me instead of leaving him outside since he’s still so small.” Shawn reached around behind him and pulled Sobble out from where he had been cozied up.

“Yo I’m locked in with Edgeworth’s ass,” Sobble grinned at N.

“I am not like Edgeworth!!” N exclaimed, flustered.

“Man, I really wish I could talk to Pokémon too. Is he bullying you?” Shawn laughed.

“He just says some really weird stuff. Are you sure you haven’t managed to teach him to say certain things?” N narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“No, I don’t know how to do that.”

The ferris wheel began to slow to a stop, and Sobble hopped to the floor and waited by the door, eager to exit and get back outside. 

“Wanna go get a none pizza left beef with me?” Shawn offered N.

“We might as well.”