Lance is my Bae~! Don't judge. I wrote around 20 chapters on Grantedshipping. That's Yellow x Lance, for those of you that didn't know. I mean, how could anyone not love this adorable, angsty hottie? Please request, comment, like, whatever. 

Pain. All Lance could feel was pain. He could barely remember what had happened. . . some blonde boy. Or girl. . . or something. A group of children. . . a pickachu. . . then darkness. Nothing he remembered made any sense. 

He tried to stand, but found himself unable to. Where was he? Why was his leg numb? He tried to stay awake, but found himself slipping off into unconsciousness once more. Darkness swirled around him, and he closed his eyes, waiting for it all to end. 

(y/n) was walking in Viridian Forest, searching for berries with her (f/p), when she saw a strange man laying on the ground. He was bleeding, and his knee was at an odd angle. 

"Are you okay?" she asked, before realizing that he was unconscious. She knew better that to just have her pokemon carry him, as it could reopen internal cuts, and put too much pressure on his damaged leg, so she made a sled from nearby sticks and some rope in her backpack.

When she was finished, (y/n) carefully slid the spiky haired stranger onto her makeshift stretcher. She then dragged him through the woods to her home, a small house on the outskirts of the forest. 

(y/n) was tempted to take him to the hospital, but since she'd heard about a wanted man matching his description, she feared that would do more harm than good. Instead, she managed to get him inside, carefully laying him on the couch with the help of her pokemon. 

She was able to treat his wounds, and also create a makeshift cast for his leg, which was broken. (y/n) was grateful for all those years of med school her mother had made her take. Before she died in a car crash, (y/n)'s mom had wanted her to be a doctor. She'd never bothered to ask what her daughter wanted, however. 

A few hours later, (y/n) was making dinner when she heard a groan from the living room. She hurried in and was roughly put in a headlock. 

"Where am I?" growled a voice. 

"M-my house", she replied quickly. 

"Why am I here?" The voice asked again. 

"You were hurt, and I was worried you'd get imprisoned if I took you to the hospital. You match the description of this one guy the police are after. Lance, I think his name was?"

The man growled in frustration, then released her. "Okay, but how do I know you haven't called the police already? What if they're on their way here right now?"

"If I wanted that, I would've just taken you to the hospital. Or left you in the woods. You weren't doing too well, if you hadn't noticed", she pointed out, rubbing her throat and carefully backing away from him. 

"Why did you help me?"

The question stopped her in her tracks, making her pause and think about it. Finally, she answered. "As a medical professional, it was to ensure the best care for my patient. As a decent human being, it was to help someone else out. No one's all bad. You had to be at least partially good, even if you were that same man the police are after."

"What's your name?" he asked eventually, after thinking about her words for a while. 

"(y/n)", she responded. 

"I'm Lance."Her mouth formed a silent 'oh'. So he was the same person. "(y/n). . . Thank you for saving me."

"Y-you're welcome", she said. He walked slowly toward her, and she backed up, unsure of what he wanted. 

"So you are afraid of me. . . ", Lance realized. "Just when I thought I'd found someone who I could trust."

"I guess I'll just have to show you that you can trust me", he said. He continued advancing on (y/n) until she felt herself bump into the wall. 

"(y/n). . . I'm not a bad person. Perhaps I was a bit misled, but we all make mistakes sometimes. You need to understand. . . I'm not someone you need to fear." While he was talking, Lance had place a hand on one side of her, and the other cupped her face gently. 

"W-what are you doing?" (y/n) asked as he tilted her chin up slightly. 

"You're too noisy", he told her, leaning in to kiss her. (y/n) was startled at first, but she soon returned the kiss. 

Lance didn't even ask for permission, just shoved his tongue between her slightly parted lips, twining it around her's before running it over her teeth. 

(y/n) moaned slightly and he started playing with her hair, plunging his hands into the (s/c) (h/c) locks and tugging on it. 

Lance picked her up somewhere in there, and was planning to carry (y/n) to the couch, but his bandaged leg couldn't support the two of them, so he put her down on the floor instead, holding onto her wrists while he kissed her passionately. 

"I can be trusted", he said again. 

"O-okay", (y/n) said, still reeling from what had just happened. 

Lance sighed. "You still don't believe me, do you? Alright then."

(y/n) was still wondering what he meant when Lance pulled her shirt off. She squeaked and wrapped her arms around herself immediately. He smirked at her, pulling her arms down and pinning them to her sides. 

"None of that now", he purred at her. He straddled her, releasing her arms to slide a hand under her bra. 

(y/n) gasped when she felt his hand on her bare chest. 

"Let's stop here for tonight", Lance suggested, seeing how uncomfortable (y/n) was. She didn't want to stop, but eventually nodded. 

Lance sat on the couch, and (y/n) turned to leave. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, grabbing her waist and pulling her on top of him as he lay back on the couch. "Much better", he said. 

"Mmm", (y/n) said, feeling his warm body against her's. 

"Do you believe me now?" Lance wondered. 

"Mhm", (y/n) hummed, and he rubbed circles on her shoulders with his hands. 

"I'm glad."