Items and Moves
FT: A Steven/May fanfic, because the idea was too good to pass up. These are stand-alone shots, and don't happen in any particular order.
Rating: Teen. Some curse words, and some sexual humor from Wallace.
Wallace: WHHAAT?! –,OAO- You make it sound like I'm a pervert!
FT: Shut up. Enjoy dear readers!
Cleanse Tag- When the old woman handed her the white slip of parchment, May felt a certain sense of bitter irony.
Everstone- It was useless, in nearly every sense of the word, but he kept it nonetheless; because for a short time, it had traveled with her.
Letter- May cringed as she handed the letter to him, it's damp, crinkled, and dingy appearance a very far cry from the clean and crisp envelope this mans' father had handed to her.
Steven smirked at its' appearance. It was –would be- a slap in the face to his perfectionist father.
Magma Emblem- He hated it. The gold disk etched with the symbol of people trying to do their part to wreak hell on earth. It represented the possibility of things going horribly wrong. It meant loss. May curled close to him, and he felt his muscles unknot. He still hated it, but her being here meant none of those things symbolized by the disk had come to pass. That for now, everything he knew and loved was safe.
Running Shoes- Her feet were tiny. Elfin, even. Perfectly made for climbing mountains with sure-footed ease, and running long distances without tripping. It was surprising to see her without them, cooling her toes in the water. Her shoes were just out of reach, on a rock. He watched for a little while before joining her, his own black shoes next to hers.
Go-Goggles- Green. Why did they have to be green? She painted over them, grey and teal, in stripes. She told him they were her favorite colors. He didn't find out until later that she was trying to match his hair and eyes.
Kings' Rock- She held it out to him, her lips curled in a shy smile, telling him that she didn't need it. That she already had a Politoad and Slowking. He didn't believe her for a second, but took it nonetheless, smiling back at her.
Repel- Those repels never worked. Pokémon followed her wherever she went, just out of reach of the scent. So she resolved to use them in his house instead, keeping away unwanted visitors.
Meteorite- He wanted to run his fingers across it. Dip his fingertips into the cratered surface, and feel the energy that it contained. Gloved fingers slapped his hands away, telling him that the meteor was for Professor Cosmo, not him. Jilted, he decided to occupy his itching hands with her.
Pokéball- It contained Beldum. A special one, very dear to him. For a while, she pretended it was like owning a piece of him. His heart. Turned out she wasn't too far from the truth.
Metal Coat- Gag gift or not, he kept it on his desk; within easy reach. When the stress got too much, he would roll it between his callused palms and pretend he could feel her gentle warmth emanating from it.
Mental Herb- Wallace said he needed it, because he was losing focus. Steven laughed out loud with his friend, but mentally corrected his closest friend. It was an addiction, not a mental distraction. He craved her more than anything, and felt as if he was going into tremors if he didn't see her or touch her.
Super Rod- He would swim, she would fish. He'd tug the lure, she'd hook his swimming trucks and pull them off. After that, depended on their mood.
Pecha Berry- it took him only one time to realize that she was the better pie-maker. That was, of course, after she had called the fire department.
Escape Rope- Running from your- our- emotions is futile at the best. Love is nothing like a cave, and Escape Ropes can't help us. The note was heavily crumpled, and she read and re-read it several times before she set out for Mossdeep City.
Itemfinder- He was the old fashioned spelunker. She cheated and used an Itemfinder.
Nevermeltice- She believed her eyes were like chunks of Nevermeltice. Steven didn't think so.
Star Piece- She was certain that he would love it, it's four-pointed shape and celestial coloring sure to make an impression on him. But the right moment never seemed to come.
Silk Scarf- It was scrumptious, and contrasted beautifully against her lightly tanned skin.
Pokénav- May was one of the few people registered in his Pokénav. He programmed it so it showed her name first.
Miracle Seed- She planted it with his help, next to the house they shared in Mossdeep. Later, he would tell her (and their children, and their grandchildren, and even their great-grandchildren if they were blessed enough) that it was like their love. Enduring, everlasting, and full of life.
Blackglasses- She made a Red Light/Green Light game of it, raising and lowering the dark shades to obscure her sight. He couldn't resist. He didn't try to.
Amulet Coin- She got it from her mother, May told him. After beating her father. And it was that mere mention of Norman (and every one after) that gave Steven pause in his advances.
Heart Scale- She hid them everywhere in his sparsely furnished house, with her name etched on them. But he only found them when Wallace was nosing about.
Stardust- 'Stardust is red, Blue Shards are-'
"Steven, you can get me a card next Valentine's Day."
"You said you wanted something original. I'm a stone hunter, not a poet."
Master Ball- One of a kind. Just like her. Steven spent the next five minutes mentally beating himself up for thinking something so corny.
Attract- "Steven used Attract! May is hopelessly in love!"
"WALLACE!"
Sing- "He's got the moves like Jaggert, he's got the moves like Jaggert, he's got the mo-o-o-ooves-"
"Sidney, if you want to keep what is left of your hair, you will shut up now." May interrupted the red-haired man, as he stood swaying his hips to the sounds of Steven and Wallace arguing in the next room.
Aurora Ticket- She was far away, on an island where few have access to, to try and capture legends few had heard of, let alone seen. He was waiting, in a cold house that seemed far too big, for her to return.
Dive Ball- he was expecting a Water Type. She let out a Medicham.
Liechi Berry- She had vanished, for months on end, making everyone who knew her sick with worry. She showed up, safe and sound with a Wynaut and the sea berry on his doorstep. He took her into his arms, relieved beyond words.
"Aww… did you miss me that much?"
"More."
Secret Power- They built a den, one that was neither here nor there. Far enough away to be overlooked, and utterly private. It was a relief, a sanctuary. Until Steven noticed Wallace trying to track him to it when he and May agreed to meet there. So they built several to confuse the man.
Fly- The screams of 'it's too dangerous' fell on deaf ears. Wallace tried to stop him, but when the aqua-haired man locked eyes with his friend, he let him go. He found May, shivering and drenched to the skin, on a sandbar that was crumbling fast. He landed and held her close to his frame, trying to convince his brain that she was real. She was crying, relived to see a familiar face, or that she was absolutely terrified of what she had gotten involved in. He didn't care.
Surf- He swam daily, it was something almost every Mossdeep resident did. May didn't swim. She surfed atop a Wailmer, clinging to the Pokémon. He decided to change that.
Destiny Bond- He was drawn to her, like the silk spun by a Spinark to draw a bug in. He would stay in one place, and she would appear, as if summoned. Beckoned by the crook of a finger, a whisper in the wind. Both danced away when they became too close, like two Plusle trying to curl next to each other. But those dances started drifting farther away, and he would come close to stepping over that one boundary that parted them. One day, it felt like a breath of destiny when they finally eliminated it, binding them closer together than anything. A bond that couldn't be cut.
Protect- Wallace was a dead man. Steven chucked the box of green colored packages at the wall, the note with them. The pink paper fluttered to the floor, it's message landing face up.
Protect your Weenie! XOXO,
Wallace 3
Reflect- He merely reflected her good nature, her generosity. Like the moon reflecting the sunlight. He didn't mind.
"Is that because you call her your own personal sun?" Wallace asked. He didn't duck the thrown cup in time.
Lovely Kiss- he kissed her eyelids, her forehead, and her nose. His lips brushed her cheeks, then her lips. She giggled at his attempt to lull her to sleep, but returned every single one.
Red (Blue) Orb- 'The sight of the two of them together… it is somehow soothing' the old woman's words echoed back to him softly. He watched silently as she returned the orb to its place, restoring the fractured balance, and turned back to join him.
FT: Well? Didja like? Should I keep going?
Wallace: Yes! I want to interrupt something steamy!
FT: Nobody was talking to you. This is a Teen story, so there aren't any sex scenes.
Wallace: (TT^TT) you're so mean…
FT: Shut it or I'll tell Steven you're hiding in my closet.
Wallace: Yeah right.
FT: -picks up phone and begins dialing-
Wallace: NO! WAIT! I'M SORRY! DON'T CALL HIM!
FT: Good boy. –Hangs up phone- Please r&r!
-Door opens-
Steven: Hey, I came over to drop off that Dawn Stone you asked me to—WALLACE!
Wallace: -Running for his life-