Forbidden Romance (James x Reader)

Welcome to Team Rocket!

James showed up a few minutes after the call, and did what he could to comfort me, as his jokes always made me laugh since we were kids. After we talked for a while, he invited me to join Team Rocket, and I accepted... Quite a foolish idea, but hey, what other choices did I have? Oh yeah, Team Mystic, which bases EVERYTHING on logic (which I have none of 🙃), Team Instinct, which bases everything on, you guessed it, instincts, so it's full of idiots, and then there's the option of going solo, not that I didn't like that idea, but better on a team than alone. I trusted James, though, so I knew that he wouldn't let the team cast me aside like everyone else. I followed James to Team Rocket headquarters and got my own Team Rocket uniform (for real this time) and I was welcomed as a new member. I realized that the team is just as misunderstood and chaotic as I was, so I instantly got along with them, but I just have to hope that this is the right team for me.

~Another Little Timeskip~

I've been on Team Rocket for a few days now, and I'm still very uneasy, but I finally went back to my childhood habit of writing poetry. I wrote a poem the day I joined, and I couldn't help wondering if I should show it to James, as I constantly kept reading it over and placing my hand on the worn paper that kept filling me with feelings of hope.

'The end of one story,
The beginning of another,
Just as the fall of an empire
Brings about a new one.

Focus, unbroken,
Fear, unspoken,
My pain, conquered.

Once feeling down,
Now proud,
As if wearing a crown.

Always underestimated,
Now's my time,
To free myself,
And to pass the time,
Planning my moves carefully,
Like a steady stream,
Softly whispering.'

I couldn't stop looking at the poem as I read it one more time. I felt like I had to show it to James, so I ran down to see him and handed him the poem so he could read it. He smiled while reading it, sending shivers down my spine, but then, without warning, he pulled me into a tight hug, causing me to squeak from the sudden surprise. "That's the first poem you've written in years, Y/N, " James said softly, sounding like he was going to cry, "Please, don't stop writing them, and every time you write a poem, please let me read it, ok?" All I could do was nod, as I returned the hug and just held him tightly for a few minutes. When he was done hugging me, I let him go, and he reminded me that we have a mission. 'Welp, guess I'll have to talk to him again later... Typical James.'