#pokemon reader-inserts

Chapters: 21/22 Fandom: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Anime), Pocket Monsters: Gold & Silver & Crystal | Pokemon Gold Silver Crystal Versions, Pocket Monsters: Red & Green & Blue & Yellow | Pokemon Red Green Blue Yellow Versions Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wataru | Lance/Reader, Wataru | Lance/Original Character(s) Characters: Wataru | Lance, Kenji | Tracey Sketchit, Ookido Yukinari-hakase | Professor Samuel Oak, Reader, Original Pokemon Trainer(s), Sakaki | Giovanni, Rocket-dan | Team Rocket, Kimono Girls, You Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Chaptered, Fluff, Realistic, Romance, Banter, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Slow Romance, Confusion, Love Triangles Summary:

Dragon Master Lance of the Elite Four. It's quite a title. Does he live up to it?

At first, you're not too impressed with his arrogance, despite his resume. But, as with many things, there is always an opportunity to learn and grow.

And, who knows? Maybe one day, you'll fall in love.

Taming a Dragon | 13 | Mr. Camelot

Dragon Master Lance of the Elite Four. It's quite a title. Does he live up to it?

At first, you're not too impressed with his arrogance, despite his resume. But, as with many things, there is always an opportunity to learn and grow.

And, who knows? Maybe one day, you'll fall in love.

[Reader x Lance]

Taming a Dragon | 14 | A Personal Favor

Dragon Master Lance of the Elite Four. It's quite a title. Does he live up to it?

At first, you're not too impressed with his arrogance, despite his resume. But, as with many things, there is always an opportunity to learn and grow.

And, who knows? Maybe one day, you'll fall in love.

[Reader x Lance]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22047868/chapters/55046629

Taming a Dragon: Chapter 5: Down the Storm Drain

A Magcargo appeared from its Pokéball, much to your dismay. Its fire attacks would easily overwhelm your Scyther.

Ordered to summon up a Fire Spin, the Magcargo opened its mouth wide, stoking the flames. Despe artfully dodged the blast, but, to your dismay, some of the lab coats were burned, catching fire. You gasped, knowing that there were both Pokémon and lab assistants who were still here. They were in danger.

In the midst of the fire, the Skarmory charged at your surprised Scyther, smashing into him with a Double-Edge technique.

“Despe, go help them!” you cried, pointing to the bound lab assistants, deciding to ignore the Rockets.

“Take all the Pokémon you can get your hands on!” Russo said. The other Rockets headed toward the storage unit.

Frantically, you followed them, but Russo caught you by your free wrist, twisting your arm painfully behind your back. Though you winced in pain, you managed to hold onto Lance’s egg. “You’ve caused enough trouble as it is, sweetheart,” he hissed into your ear, grabbing you by the waist.

“Get off of me!” you said, trying to break free.

Lance turned around, his cape wavering in the breeze. “Professor Oak, it’s good to see you again.”

“Likewise, Lance,” he responded with a dip of his head as he reached out for a handshake. “Lance, I would like you to meet _____. She often volunteers here at the lab, and her efforts have been particularly invaluable in raising Pokémon. I entrusted your egg to her care because I know that she’ll do a wonderful job with it. She really is a natural.”

You smiled, unable to find words. As silly as it was, you were caught off-guard by his heroic elegance. Lance stood tall, his signature red hair combed into bold spikes atop his head. His eyes were a cloudy grey, bearing a certain intrigue, and he carried his head high, shoulders back. There was pride in his stature. You could instantly tell that he was a seasoned Pokémon trainer, one with much experience and prowess. You knew that already, but you were almost surprised by how apparent it was in the way he held himself.

“Nice to meet you, Lance,” you said, extending your hand, his Pokémon egg snuggled against your chest.

He took your hand, shaking it firmly, his gaze locking with yours. “The pleasure’s mine, _____. I appreciate your help.” His voice was a smooth tenor, calm with a cool charisma that not all men had. His smile seemed genuine.