Calling. (Lance X Wheelchair!Reader)

Request By: Musicanimegamer45
Colour: Lavender and/or Blue Bell
Character: Lance

Additional Info: Reader in wheelchair, Lance is boyfriend
Word Count: 847

Lance's Dragonite lets out a desperate wail for the third time this hour, and all he can do is gently massage the smooth skin on its arm as he pushes his scarlet locks back with his hand.

He grits his teeth in frustration and worry.

The machines at the Pokémon Centres haven't helped it heal, and even the most professional of dragon trainers he's reached out to have never heard of anything like this happening.

Clair rushes in, handing her cousin a slip of paper with an address messily scrawled on it.

"I think I've found someone who can help."



He remembers entering the once-gloomy Lavender Town within its first stages of revitalization.

It had been a while since he'd visited, but the atmosphere had been noticeably different. People leisurely explored the town with their Pokemon. He could hear laughter in the streets, and it seemed at peace.

He had hoped that he wouldn't have to visit the Pokémon Tower for dreaded reasons anytime in the near future.

Shaking the morbid thought out of his head, he had placed his confidence in whoever lived at the address clutched in his hand.

He had approached the pale blue house to see all kinds of Pokémon playing in the front yard. Opening the gate rang a tiny blue bell to signal his entrance.

He has to admit, he'd been quite surprised to see you roll out of the house in a wheelchair, offering him a handshake as you approached him.

"I'm (Y/N), and welcome to my Pokémon Rehabilitation Centre."



It's only been six months since the incident, but he finds himself opening the gate and ringing that tiny blue bell again for the third time this week.

"Darling, I got you the new food for Electric types that you wanted."

You giggle whenever he calls you by any pet name-- it's quite adorable for someone who's usually so stoic and professional.

Was it your charming laugh that got him? More than that, it was probably the way you cared for the Pokémon and for anyone, really. He can't help but watch in awe as you call a small group of Pikachu over to try the new food and remember every one of their names.

He simply can't believe that someone who has gone through so much can find it in their heart to be so kind to a world that has treated them so cruelly.

You used to be quite the adventurer, he remembers you telling him. One more badge, and you would have been on the road to facing him on Indigo Plateau. He wonders if he would have fallen for you had he met you then. With that smile? Probably.

Since a freak accident in battle, you had lost use of your legs for what doctors predicted would be the rest of your life. It had taken a toll on you-- while your battle skills didn't suffer, it would be nearly impossible for you to navigate Victory Road or fly, swim, and dive with your Pokémon like you used to.

Hearing the news was a crushing blow to your spirit, and marked the start of a dark period in your life.

But you weren't one to let things get you down permanently, he thinks, recalling your story.



Your voice is like a windchime to him, and it breaks him out of his thoughts.

"Ah, Lance! Why don't you try feeding them?"

He's a little hesitant at first, and so are the mouse-like creatures. Lance sticks his hand out as the Pikachu creep closer to sniff the food, and it only takes a minute before they begin cuddling up to him and you see a smile forming on his face.

You're sitting by the pond, so you release your Dratini into the water to get some fresh air.

Blue Bell exits her Pokéball with a splash. You admit, the name's a little cheesy, but it means a lot to you. She had been the first Pokémon you'd caught after your accident, but it was only because she was so weak.

Using rare berries, you had been able to heal her, and used the same concoction on Lance's Dragonite just a few months ago.

A tiny blue bell had been hanging from her neck, and to you, that symbolized hope.

Lance walks to your side and laces one of his hands in yours, the other reaching out to pet the aquatic dragon. A Pikachu rests on his shoulder.

"You know Lance, I think you're really getting the hang of this." You beam at your boyfriend, and for once, he looks a little embarrassed.

"It's only because I've had such a great teacher." He squeezes your hand.

"You're great at training dragon types, but I think you've really found your calling here."

"(Y/N), I think you're right,"

You whirl around in surprise-- you were only teasing, after all. You don't want to take Lance's passion for becoming a dragon-type trainer away.

But you sigh in relief when he affirms you,

"I've found my calling, and it's to be with you."