#csweek2026

"And now, let's hear from our judges! Mr. Hayden, your thoughts...?" "The appeal was very flashy, but..."

Take the stage, coordinators! Contestshipping Day is July 10th. Let's get hyped for the big day with an entire week of Contestshipping!

This event is meant to celebrate everything Contestshipping. Fanart, fanfic, fanvids, edits, headcanons, memes - if you can relate it to May and Drew, it's a fit for this ship week.

AI-generated content is not allowed.

The daily prompts are suggestions, not mandatory themes.

Tag your works with #CSWeek2026 and they'll get reblogged here.

Consider following this blog for updates on the event and to see what everybody else is creating!

Finally, I'd also like to remind everybody that an audience is a vital part of any fan community. Even if you don't think you can create any content of your own for this week, you can still participate. Reblog art and say what you liked about it! Leave a comment on a fic! Send in an ask for some headcanons! Your support will mean the world to creators, I promise.

The prompts in plaintext are:

Day 1 - Rivalry / Food

Day 2 - Sunsets / LaRousse City

Day 3 - Grand Festival / Alternate Universe

Day 4 - Seasons / Formal Dance

Day 5 - Confessions / Petalburg City

Day 6 - Family / Vacation

Day 7 - Roses / Future

I can imagine May picking the red rose dress without hesitation, and not quite registering why.

Then she bumps into Drew at the contest, and realises with embarassment her subconscious source of inspiration... Hence her shocked expression. But that also has a lot to do with the fact that Drew is dressed up too, and looks amazing. (His outfit is basically the same as Zen's from Snow White with the Red Hair, but purple instead of blue, since I suck at BOYS' outfits.)

Drew makes some kind of smug comment about May being inspired by him, which gets her all irritated as per usual. But he smirks and tosses her a rose anyway, because he really liked her outfit and is internally crashing out himself over how great she looks, how good she looks in roses, and also how dumb she was not to notice the rose reference when she bought the dress.

And May puts the rose he gives her into her hair!

“Is this some kind of promotion?” she asks weakly. “Buy one, get a rose free?”

“It’s for your Beautifly.” He gestures to a sign taped to the counter, which reads, Treats available for Pokémon of paying customers upon request! :)

Or, the one where May is a tattoo artist, and Drew works at the flower shop across the street.

fandom: pokemon (anime) rating: t relationship(s): may/drew word count: 10k written for: contestshipping week read it here

The first time May goes to the flower shop is on her parents’ twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. She’s in a bit of a hurry—totally not a consequence of her forgetting she and Max were planning to surprise them with a nice dinner to celebrate the occasion, which, thanks to her accepting a walk-in this evening, she has only twenty-five minutes to get to—so when she sees the sign outside that says Pokémon are permitted, she figures her best bet at finding the most suitable flowers in the quickest amount of time is by letting her Beautifly sniff them out for her.

It works like a charm, too. Beautifly guides her to a vibrant spring-coloured bouquet that looks to May like it could have been plucked straight out of a photoshoot gallery in one of her mother’s favourite home décor magazines. Even more perfectly, there’s no line at the counter at the back at all, and by the time May makes it there, she’s only down about four minutes from when she left the parlour.

Except, there’s no one there, and she wastes another minute or so craning her neck trying to spot an employee somewhere in this store. She’s never been here before, and the one time she asked Harley about it, thinking maybe they could spruce up the parlour with some flowers to balance out all the potted cacti, he waved her off completely. “I suppose it’s a nice enough place, if you like that sort of thing, but you know I have allergies, don’t you, my darling May?”

After that, she’d felt sort of bad for even entertaining the idea—she didn’t know Harley had a pollen allergy, but if he said that he’d told her so already, then he probably had and she had just unkindly not been paying attention to him—so she’d determined that even though she loved flowers herself, and wouldn’t mind spending her lunch breaks perusing the flower shop across the street and just taking it all in, she wouldn’t dare risk bringing pollen in on her clothes and causing problems for Harley.

But this time, she wouldn’t be going back to work until tomorrow anyway, so no harm, no foul. Or, that would be the case, if there were someone here to just let her pay and get going already.

Finally, after another two minutes spent impatiently tapping her foot and scripting out what excuse she’ll make to Max for being late, a voice behind her says, “If you want to pay for those, the till is actually at the front.”

She nearly jumps out of skin, whirling around to face the owner of the voice. The small smirk he’s wearing perfectly matches his amusedly aloof tone. But she doesn’t have time to be irritated about it, because he turns away from her before she can collect her thoughts well enough to be anything more than embarrassed that she was standing here wasting time at a counter that, now that she’s looking, does not even have a cash register.