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kitty!reader x professor!james pt.3 ... kinda angsty

before you can move towards them, remus and sirius have pulled james' form out of the pub, stumbling over his feet.

barty moves to take your arm, tug you back, but the moment his hand grabs you, you're running out of the pub doors with a broken yell "james!"

the group slows in front of you, james spinning around fast enough to give himself whiplash. the sounds of your friends clambering out of the pub are mere background noise. you stagger forward, too drunk to care about appearances, and grab the front of his shirt "what's this about? dickhead! y-you jus' blew me off earlier f'no reason, you nev- you never do that-"

"James." remus sighs firmly from behind him, the professors collectively pinching their noses in frustration.

James swallows thickly, staring down at your desperate face with a conflicted expression. his gaze darts to your friends behind you for a moment before going back to you, "Kit, i.. this cant- fuck.."

"this cant what?" you rasp, trying to get a steel on your emotions. but you never can, not really. "you havent seemed t'care 'bout all that for the past 6 months s-so what- whats changed? what'd i do?" your crying now, but its hard to notice when all you can do is keep rambling.

"kitty, c'mon.." evan murmurs softly behind you, gently trying to steer you away with a resigned look.

"no!" you choke out, tugging harder on james' shirt "tell me what i did wrong! why're you leavin, i- you- y'told me you loved me a week ago an- an now youre actin like m'jus a student, s'not- you cant do that-"

"kitty, i do, i promise i do love you," james sounds wrecked, completely devastated. he huffs at the glare lily gives him, hands moving to cradle your head. sod it, sod them all. "c'mon, lets talk, alright? don' need to get worked up, come on" he hushes, voice cracking as he starts to move you away from both groups, towards the corner of the near alleyway.

"james, you cant just-"

"kitty, come on mate, dont-"

"piss off. it'll only be a few minutes." james mutters firmly over his shoulder, sighing when you're both out of their view.

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"look at me, yeah? s'alright, s'alright.." james rasps, holding your crumpled face in his hands, thumbing each hot tear that rolls down. hes seen you angry, seen you lash out before. hell, he's seen you wreck his office once because he'd pissed you off. that he could handle, he could calm you down and sort the issue. he never got angry back, he knows thats just how your emotions are - elevated constantly. but this? oh, seeing you hurt and upset ruins him.

"you- you told them" you choke out, hands twisting in the fabric of his shirt "and what y-you just do whatever they say? the-they want you t'leave me so you do? s'not fair, i didnt- m'an adult, s'not wrong, it-"

"i know, baby, i know" he murmurs, pressing an aching kiss to your forehead "m'not leaving, not anymore" he decides, words trembling "and you're right, yeah? you didn't do anything wrong. s'jus me being a stupid old git, letting my mates get in my head."

"dont wan' you stayin' out of pity." you croak, shoulders shaking as you push your face into his chest.

"not out of pity," he sighs, resting his cheek on the top of your head, gaze meeting the two groups as they round the corner into the alleyway, watching the both of you with mixed emotions "out of love." he murmurs, keeping eye contact with your collective friends. they'll just have to learn to accept it.

hi!! so this is shit, i know. i was just going through my old works and i love this idea sm i just struggle working it out - but here's part 3 if anyone still wants it. should i keep going with it? and what would you wanna see if i do?

bonus cos i lobe them^_^

youre sat on the porch of the chateau, alone, for the fourth day in a row. no one had came back. no one had texted. not even a little pre warning about going after a lead on the gold, nothing!

its been constant tears, unable to let go of the teddy bear JohnB got you on your first date, whimpering into its matted fur as your eyes continuously scan around for any sign of the twinkie or any of your friends. nothing. you decide to text johnb for the millionth time, fingers shaking as you try and make some what understandable sentences.

you 3:42pm

im aorry for anythin i did wrong jus pls come home pls

why are non of you. answerinwhat did i do wrong

johmbee please answer i don like it anymore its not funny

you throw your phone down as you start to sob again, its almost routine now. wake up, text everyone especially johnb, cry when they dont answer, force down some food, sit on the porch and cry until its dark, go to sleep, repeat.

you dont notice the sound of the twinkies engine until it stops, the vans door slamming and followed by a devastated sound from johnb. your head snaps up, face crumbling as you stagger to your feet, tumbling into his chest.

"fuck, puppy, hi there baby, s'okay. oh, sweetie, m'so sorry-" he rasps into your hair, holding you as close as humanly possible.

"wh-where were you?!" you wail, pulling at his shirt and pushing at his chest "i- you di'n't text or call or leave a note! you- gone f'f-four days! four days!" you babble, knees almost buckling but thankfully he manages to scoop you up in time. the rest of the group are all dragging themselves inside, JJ dropping a friendly little kiss to the back of your head and a quiet "hey pooch." as he strides past. they all know to keep their distance as johnb carries your trembling self inside, beelining to the bedroom.

only once your curled up in his lap does he start to explain, firm hands grounding you "i promise if it was safe i wouldve told you every little detail, baby. i couldnt risk your safety, alright? had some real scary people after us, an i wasnt 'bout to let them getcha. your safe now, an i aint never doin that again, okay bubba? you don' gotta be upset anymore, daddy's here" his voice is a soft rumble, lulling you to slump against him with soft sniffles.

"i th-thought you hated me." you rasp, whimpering brokenly as his warm hand moves to gently pull your waistband up with soft coos of comfort. thick fingers start to steadily rub circles over your panties, shushing you gently as he coaxes at your clit. he needs you calm, and he knows just what you need to be grounded - pulled back to reality, to him. always.

"could never hate you, y'my baby, yeah? lets get you nice and calm, bubba, open em wide for daddy."

poly!marauders x whimsy!reader who puts her crystals before sleep

"sweetheart..?" remus' groggy and ever so gentle voice sounds from the living room door, "what're y'doin there, hm? s'nearly midnight, lovey"

"im setting up my new crystals, remmy. i forgot to earlier, got carried away on that soup for Jamie." you murmur gently with a yawn. your tongue pokes out in concentration as you set them all up in the perfect spots on the windowsill.

"perhaps." he huffs softly, padding over and gently tugging you up by your armpits "your crystals are all set up for now, yeah dove? time for bed?" he hums, pressing a soft kiss to your head.

"mhm. but you shouldnt have waited up f'me, jamie was already sleepy-"

"sh sh sh, dont worry. hed only get t'sleep with you there." he soothes, scratching your scalp gently as he guides you up the stairs. hes certain if he went ahead youd wander off and find some sort of tea to spoon feed james, whose been having a very mild headache (which had sent you into a herbal love filled frenzy, plucking every plant you could think of from your little garden.)

"boys, scooch up, yeah? managed to steel our favourite girl back from mother nature." remus whispers as he reaches over your head to push the door open, practically having to move your feet himself you're that close to sleep. he nudges you into your spot in bed between sirius and James before gently clicking the bedroom door shut and padding back over.

"m'ever s'sorry i kept you all up, g'night l-love you..." you try to sound awake, but the way your words slur gives you away. not to mention the fact that the moment your head hits the pillow youre out like a light. remus smiles gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead and pecking his two boyfriends on the lips before clambering into the tangle of limbs under the covers.

"shes dead asleep." james murmurs, bulky arm tugging your back into his chest, enveloping you in that perfect warmness he always radiates.

"quiet, darling, please." sirius groans softly as remus tugs the covers over all of you "im desperate for my beauty sleep."

farmersdaughter!reader x JohnB (pre season 4)

"on it papa!" your gentle southern voice rings through the garden, sandalled feet squelching in the mud from last nights storm as you head towards the chicken coop.

you and your father had moved to the obx a year or so ago, needing a fresh start after your mother passed away. you were meant to just be focusing on schoolwork and taking care of the animals, since your dad is too old to get much actual farmwork done.

you spare a glance over your shoulder as you spinkle seeds into the chicken coop, gaze moving to the letter box at the gate. flag up. an eager smile grows on your face as your eyes light up, emptying the bucket of feed and quietly scurrying over to check whats inside, though you already have an idea.

just like usual, a haphazardly written note telling you to be at the chateau in ten. john B's god awful handwriting.

well, thats your plans for the day. hang out with your secret boyfriend.

"hey baby" his voice is smooth as he leans against the door frame, your small stature stood infront of him, hands clasped behind your back

"hi" you smile softly up at him "i only have, like, half an hour before i gotta get back" you continue as he guides you indoors "dad's gunna kill me if the plants die"

"hm, ill make sure none of that happens" he murmurs as he pads over to his fridge.

"are we the only ones here?" you ask quietly, following him like a baby duckling.

"sure are, buttercup" he croons, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he pulls out a carton of juice, taking a swig as he shuts the fridge behind him.

"cool" you grin up at him. the only people on the whole island who know about you two are the pogues, and they wouldnt tell anybody. you'd be grounded for life if your father found out you were dating anyone - John B, none the less.

"you miss me?" he hums softly, calloused hands smoothing over your hair, tracing the shape of your face. admiring you. a week of him being away felt like eternity.

"maybe." you breath out with a slow nod, blinking up at him all doe eyed.

"just maybe, huh?" he chuckles, voice raspy as he squeezes slightly at the nape of your neck.

"alot. missed you alot." you mewl, following him when he tugs you gently towards the bedroom.

kitty!reader x professor!james pt.2 ...enjoy :p

"hang on hang on- you've been sleeping with potter? as in the professor ive been rightfully pining over? you bitch!" barty squawks, hands flailing around as you all take your seats at a booth in a dark corner of the pub.

no one wanted to get sloshed tonight, so you all decided on getting..relatively pissed at the local pub. ('all' referring to the best group of people anyone will ever meet. you, of course, barty, evan, regulus, dorcas, marlene and the ever lovely pandora!)

"you have a boyfriend, barty." Marlene snorts, smirking at the eye roll Evan gives.

"shurrup, im allowed to have crushes-" barty starts, only to be cut off by you.

"that isn't the point!" you huff, plucking reggie's cigarette from his lips and taking a drag, leaning against him "point is i do not want to end things with him, not anytime soon." you trail off, before lifting your gaze to barty "and he's more than good sex, you bellend." you scoff, pointing at him "hes like, really sweet. and funny. if you overlook the fact that he's...painfully millennial, sometimes."

"what did you two even talk about?" pandora asks, trying her very best to hide her judgement with the situation, bless her heart.

"y'know..normal shit! couple shit!" you struggle, taking an anxious puff of smoke.

"couple shit?" regulus parrots flatly, a questioning quirk to his brow.

"yes, regulus, couple shit. y'know..getting to know each other." you sigh, sinking into the booth.

"okay, so like what? give us an example, kitty cat" evan chuckles, wrapping his arm around barty

"ooo, do y'know his favourite colour?" dorcas giggles, cheek resting on marlenes shoulder.

"you lot are such idiots." you grumble, taking a sip of your bloody mary "...and its red."

"im not going in a bloody nightclub, sirius" james groans as his best friend drags him along the street.

"come on, prongs!" sirius huffs, about to go on a rant about how they never have 'fun' anymore, when remus interjects.

"how about we go to the pub? act our age, for once?" he huffs, giving sirius a pointed look and pries him off of james, running a hand through his husbands salt and pepper hair.

"alright." he grumbles, rolling his eyes at lily when she laughs at his sulking.

the group strides across the street, remus' arm slung casually over sirius' shoulder. petes been quiet, checking his phone every ten minutes - no doubt texting Emma. like a bastard teenager, he is.

james stays quiet too as they all chatter, his brows creased in distracted thought whilst he follows along into the pub.

he only snaps out of his daze when sirius heckles him from the bar, "James! what ya wanting, mate?"

"just a pint, pads" he says, forcing out a smile as he slumps in the booth, followed by the others whilst sirius gets everyones drinks ordered.

"cheer up, would you?" lily sighs softly, leaning her elbows against the table "we're meant to be taking your mind off of her, James."

"i am cheered." james mutters, giving her a sarcastic smile, earning a swat on the arm.

sirius scurries back to the table, setting everyones drinks down. hes always had a strange talent for carrying a bunch of glasses at once - must've been all the dorm parties back when they were students.

"right! cheers everyone" he exclaims dramatically, getting the group to clink their beers together "heres to healthy relat-"

"right!" a barman's voice interrupts, echoing through the pub "karaoke machines on, you lot. have at it."

most of the pub-goers (absolutely mortal middle aged men) dont seem to care all that much, but two groups seem to get elated at this news.

sirius gasps, immediately up and tugging on a begrudged peters arm (they've been karaoke partners since they were 17, believe it or not) "come on, wormy! we have to do starman!"

"sirius, mate-"

its then, that come on Eileen blasts through the pubs old speakers.

sirius shuts up - for once.

and james? well, james looks like hes seen an angel, to put it lightly.

there you are, giggling through the lyrics with Barty whilst you pathetically attempt the famous living room routine.

your whole group are creased watching, evan's filming of course. the people in the club clap along, energy up.

"come on, come on!" you wave over the others, the whole group crowding over the dingy microphone as you drunkenly shout the lyrics.

its when the song ends and your group stumbles away, clinging onto each other through bouts of laughter that you spot him. well, really you spot lily first. but then the others came into view. they all look anxious, sirius trying to tug james out of his seat. he doesn't budge.

oh christ, this is gunna be a long night, isn't it?

pt.1 of kitty!reader x professor!james... enjoy!

"professor?" your voice breaks through the chatter of the group of professors (Mr Potter, Mr Lupin, Mr Black, Mr Pettigrew and, every students favourite, Mrs Evans.) as you crack the classroom door open. its lunch break, really you should be out in the campus cafeteria with your friends, but you just had to ask him (him being your secret sex god boyfriend, professor potter) about the test results, right?

their heads snap up, James huffing softly in exasperation when he sees you. none of the other professors know, to your knowledge. James said they'd have his bloody head if they knew he'd started sleeping with a student.

"uhm, sorry for intruding" you say in that faux sickly sweet voice of yours "i just had a few questions about my grade?"

Sirius gives James a smirk, only to be kicked under the table by James. James swivels his chair to fully face you, giving you a soft yet stern look.

"we can discuss at the end of the day, kit." he says, the other professors awkwardly looking away.

"i'm not gunna be on campus, I'm going out." you frown, brows furrowing in confusion. he never turns you down. like, ever.

"right." he huffs, scratching the back of his neck, his bicep pushing against the fabric of his shirt. jesus fuck, he's hot. "then we can go over them tomorrow, kit. alright?" he says, and its obvious he's trying to be strict. why the hell is he being strict?

"oh." you almost pout, shoulders slumping in disappointment "right, okay. yeah, tomorrow." you fluster, scurrying out of the classroom before anything else can be said.

well, great. you'd went in expecting a fuck and a five minute nap on his lap, only to be, what? turned down? arsehole. he's a total arsehole!

"you're doing the right thing, mate." Remus huffs as you leave the classroom, the energy tense "she's barely 20, James. trust me, you're saving the both of you a lot of trouble."

"i know." he mumbles, gazing off into the distance with a crease between his brows. lily shoves him, a stern look on her face "i know, okay?" he reiterates, trying to be more convincing "i know its better if i cut it off i just... nevermind." he says as he slumps in his chair, pushing his lunch away.

"its your fault for telling us." lily says, shrugging as she swallows her food "you must've known wed make you shut it down, James."

"i did- alright, i did know. i just didn't think id be this fucking bothered." he grumbles, rolling his eyes.

"yeah, well" Sirius grins, nudging him "were gunna go out tonight. like old times, hm? get y'mind off it?"

"..fine. but only us 5. I'm not going if you two bring your happy relationships to shove in my face. already have to deal with moony n pads." he complains, pointing at lily and peter.

"Emma hates going out, you know that" peter says through a mouthful of pasta. Emma, his girlfriend (who he's been with for four years, mind you. he's got to pop the question sometime, surely). she's a sweet girl - one of those vegan, farmers market, crochet all your blankets and tea pot covers type of people. her and Pete really suit, honestly.

"and Mary's working tonight." lily says with a proud smile. Mary, lily's girlfriend since they were all in seniors. again, very sweet person. shes a nurse now, which is very on brand for her. always did love helping people.

"brilliant!" Sirius beams, toying with remus' hand, who gives him a soft smile and a nod.

well, tonight could either go wonderfully or horribly. James could definitely wait to find out which it's gunna be.

"cant you just..not go? its not like reggie cares, he only asked to be polite, i reckon" sirius mumbles boredly, laying over james' lap like a cat. james' hand toys with the boys dark curls absently, gazing at you and remus with a soft smirk.

"no, sirius, i told them i would. and dont be rude." you pout at yourself in the mirror of lily's vanity (sadly, lily is studying right now. as per bloody usual.) remus is stood behind you, lovingly braiding your hair.

"love, you can always cancel if you're not up to it." remus reminds gently as he ties a black ribbon around the ends of your plaits.

"well im ready now, arent i?" you huff, rolling your eyes subtly, earning a swat on the shoulder from remus. which, in turn, makes sirius and james snort out a laugh.

"sorry." you mutter with a half assed smile.

"its fine. up, come on." remus huffs, gently tugging you to stand. "if those slytherins give you any trouble, you come straight back here, yes?" he speaks with a soft but commanding tone, eyes serious.

"yeah, i know" you say with a tired smile, fidgeting with your little denim skirt. youre all wrapped up in one of remus' jumpers and a scarf which was, originally, remus' but then became property of... well, the entire group. a pair of thick burgundy tights and doc martens, and youve got yourself a pretty cute outfit, if the boys' reactions were anything to go off of.

youd agreed to hang out with the slytherin bunch a few days back, without really thinking it through. you just wanted to get to know reggie, really. for sirius.

didnt really think it through, did you?

"shell be just fine, wont you sweetie?" james smiles, giving you a reassuring wink, earning a reluctant giggle from you.

"yeah" you breath out, padding over to the two boys to give them little pecks goodbye "ill be fine." you say, trying to convince yourself more than anything.

"thats right." remus encourages, rubbing your back as you both go to the front door of the dormitory. "back by 11, hm?" he double checks

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