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some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
Ok, HOW did you do that! I’d really like to know how you did your process for projection. It looks absolutely amazing and I would like to learn how you did it
Ah dang, I even thought to myself to start a speedpaint, but here's my attempt at explaining it + a gif of my different layers
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I finished my first CG in like 2-3 months, and I'm actually pretty happy with it :D Linearting these two very complicated characters was not the most peaceful venture back into it, but eh
How do you draw Abodes Dreads/Braids? I'm a black creator and still (embarrassingly) struggle with them in the arcana style. (And in general XD) the way you draw her is gorgeous. And I must know the magic you poses.
Nothing to be embarrassed for! Unfortunately there's not much reference for black hair in the Arcana, so we all have to guess. I'd highly recommend looking at @kianamaiart and Simkray's hair brushes for other examples of stylising black hair (if anyone has examples of black hair in angular art styles, please share!!)
Anyway, I hope this helps!
Dreads and braids are both segmented styles which makes their basic construction similar, however dreads are stiffer and hang less than braids, which are quite heavy
She usually pulls her hair back so I only have to pay attention to the hairline, but I draw each dread as a somewhat stiff tube. Where it connects to the scalp I feather in short, fine lines for the edges/thin hair that's attached to the skin.
To show the twisted texture of dreads, I add curved lines along each one. For me, this is a good balance of detail for the style (though I can still get tired of lineart -_-)
Then, as a final detail, I give Abosede imperfect ends, topping most dreads off with a thin twist. This is optional as some dreads don't have this.
Then finally, for colour. I take reference for how they render ropes and add a series of light lines along each dread. Dreads don't reflect much light, so these are pretty faint.
For some braided hairstyles, you just replace the tubes I use for dreads with a simple plait pattern (as seen in Lucio's masquerade outfit). If you're aiming for cornrows, instead of the segments, draw the tubes along the scalp with sharp ends. Then fill them with a plait pattern. For extra detail, you can hatch lines in between the cornrows where the hair is pulled into the braid.
Braids have stronger highlights than dreads, and I tend to dot them in the centre of each part.
So this is my basic process. If you have more questions, feel free to ask!
The Witcher Fandom - trying to decipher Jaskier’s notes on “Her Sweet Kiss” a continuation!
I managed to find a high-resolution file of episode 6, so let’s try this again :D
I agree with what people have said prior, that these lyrics seem to lack the third-person “Yennefer” and seems to be just about what we think is Jaskier and Geralt, since it’s prior to the fight. The lyrics we got so far under the cut –>
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Hey jsyk it’s 2018 and if you’re still drawing characters with big lips like THIS, even if they’re pale/not black, it’s fucking racist. Stop doing it.
No excuses. “It’s a stylistic choice!” It’s a RACIST stylistic choice.
“Idk how else to draw big lips!” That’s because you relied on racist caricatures and are a bad artist. Teach yourself. Learn. If you’re not willing to do that, then you are a bad, racist artist.
“But it’s part of the character design!” Yeah, and it’s racist. If it’s your OC, then change it. If it’s not your OC, make the right choice and draw them with normal looking bigger lips instead of this racist monstrosity.
And if this post makes you uncomfortable because it’s calling you out for stuff you’ve done, good. Fix it. Own up to it. Grow.
If you see this and you’re first thought is to defend this: you are racist. You are part of the problem. Congrats. Now work on yourself and unlearn that.
(some troll gave me shit about only providing overly “feminine” examples. I would have been happy to ignore them…but there are so many great examples on how to draw perfectly acceptable (not racist) full-lipped male characters, in the end, I couldn’t resist.)
Summary/Request: @previouslyforgotten requested: Hi! It’s me again. I was wondering if you could do a someone x reader fluff where the reader is decorating her room in the bunker because she thinks it’s too bland and the man of men of your choice help? Preferably Dean or Jack? But you can pick whoever:)
Pairing: Jack Kline x Reader
Word Count: ~3.6k
Warnings: none!! fluffy fluff with jack and the brothers!!
A/N: okay so when given a choice i tend to choose jack, and im sorry, so i tried to put a smidge of dean in there as well! i hope this is okay, thank you so so much for the request!! i love your ideas so much, they’re so soft :)
BUY JACK’S SCENT HERE!
It didn’t feel right. No matter what you did, or how you moved the existing items around, it just didn’t feel right. Going on two years of living at the bunker with what Dean had deemed Team Free Will 2.0, you began to realize just how drab you seemed to feel in your given room. While the golden numbers adoring the door, addressing it as room 17, were always a welcoming sight after a long hunt, you couldn’t help but want… more from the interior.
Sure, you had your fair share of sentimental objects. Your guns and knives were displayed proudly on one wall, always well within reach and easy to dismount if the need to use them arose, which it so often seemed to do. A few pictures cataloging your travels with the boys littered the space, along with your notebooks and other hunting materials scattered about. This was nice, and offered a great reminder that this place was where you slept, but it still didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like home.
You lay on your back, arms and legs spread out like a starfish pondering this exact idea the day that the bunker’s resident Nephilim, Jack Kline, decided to pay you a visit. Your door was already open, but he made a point to stop at the threshold and tap his knuckles against the wooden slab to alert you of his presence. “(Y/N)?” He called to you in question. You made no move to get up, and simply let out a low hum in response. The sound of shuffling footsteps grew ever closer. “Are you alright?”
Summary: When Jack asks reader to join him during a TV marathon, reader gets worried that the nephilim isn’t taking care of himself. They decide to help him as best as they can.
Pairing: Jack Kline x Reader
Word count: 2,601
Warnings
A/N: I disappeared from here for a while but I’m hoping to get some writing done over the winter break! So if anyone wants to request anything (especially SPN related, I’m in a big Supernatural mood rn) just let me know! Here’s some sleepy Jack fluff :)
If someone had asked you a few months ago what Lucifer’s son would be like, you would have had a few choice words for him. If someone had told you that you would have to be living with the son of the Devil, you would have called them insane. And if they had told you that you would wind up curled up on the couch with Satan’s literal spawn at every possible opportunity, you would have shot them then and there.
You were wrong.
Jack began living with you and the Winchesters a few months ago, helping out here and there with various cases while he worked on honing his powers. Things had a rocky start for sure, but as soon as Castiel returned things began looking up. Dean’s mood lifted exponentially, Jack had his rightful father back, and one of your best friends defied death once again. Dean seemed to trust Jack more and more with each day, and you could tell he felt grateful to the boy for bringing his closest friend back to him.
Life with the young nephilim wasn’t exactly what you would have expected. Where you thought there would be constant fights and bloodshed, there was shared candy and Netflix marathons, because Jack has a sweet tooth and a soft spot for Ashoka. What you thought would be venomous threats against you turned out to be random unprompted compliments, because Jack always tends to say exactly what’s on his mind. And where you expected there to be violence and mayhem spinning the Bunker into disarray, you got sudden hugs and regular quiet nights in, because Jack realized physical comfort is one of his favorite things about humanity.
“(Y/N)?” His soft voice called from the hallway outside your room in the Bunker. You shuffled out of your bed at the sound, quickly scurrying over to the door and opening it to meet the boy with a smile.
“Hey Jack!” You greeted in a pleasant tone. “What’s up?”
He offered you a grin. The nephilim shifted his weight from one foot to the other from his place in front of your doorway before he replied. “There’s a Scooby Doo marathon on TV right now,” he stated simply. Silence fell over the pair of you as he gazed at you with an expectant expression.
You realized moments later that this was all he wanted to say, and your eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “That’s great, Jack. But why did you come tell me?”
Jack’s expression soon mirrored your own, along with an added head tilt. “You do like Scooby Doo, don’t you?” You nodded, assuring him that yes, of course you like Scooby Doo. A bright smile spread across his face at this, and his posture straightened instantaneously. “Great! Then come on!” With that being said, he reached out and grabbed your hand to tug you along with him into the hallway. You had barely enough time to close your door before he pulled you into his room and got himself settled on the bed. He pressed his back against the headboard, crossing his legs criss cross.
You now took the time to close Jack’s door before turning and following his lead to sit on the bed next to him. You made sure to sit a good distance away from the boy in case he wanted space. Spoiler alert: he doesn’t usually want space. Instantly you saw him scooting closer to you out of the corner of your eye until his shoulder was brushing against yours.
Jack tugged the comforter over the pair of you before snatching the remote off of the mattress and flicking the television back to life. The sounds of the cartoon filled the otherwise silent room. This show was a bit of a joke between your little family, both for obvious reasons and reasons totally unknown to you. You also knew that it had been the first show Jack had any contact with, so it always remained close to his heart.
A couple of episodes passed in complete silence between yourself and the boy by your side, save for the shared chuckles each of you let out with each punchline. You weren’t entirely sure how it happened, but at some point all of the space between you was a distant memory. Jack was soon sat almost entirely in your lap at that point. His body leaned closer and closer into yours with each passing second. His shoulders slumped and slowly but surely his weight against your body grew heavier and heavier. His head bobbed every few seconds and his eyelids drooped as he fought to keep his glazed over eyes on the screen.
“Jack?” You addressed him, your tone soft as to not break the quiet atmosphere of the space. He turned his head to you. You could tell quite clearly that his eyes struggled to focus on your face, and he reached a frustrated hand up in an attempt to rub the exhaustion out of his vision.
“Mhmmm?” He hummed as the heels of his hands scrubbed furiously at his eyes. You were quick to reach out and grab his wrists, tugging them away from his face.
You leaned down to look into his eyes. It was then that you realized how small he had made himself in his exhaustion. He was usually a couple of inches taller than you at least, but with his form as slouched as it was, the top of his head just reached your chin. “How long has it been since you’ve slept?” You asked him in what you hoped was an authoritative tone. You weren’t usually the one that had to get onto Jack for things like this. Usually Sam or Castiel were able to make sure he was taking care of himself and you were more there as a friend than a teacher in self care, but with the state of the boy next to you, you couldn’t just let this go.
Jack let out another hum, and his eyes drifted off to fixate on a space just beside you. “I think… Five days?” He paused for a moment before shaking his head and correcting himself. “No, no. Six.”
Your eyes practically bulged out of your head at his admission. “Jack, you can’t do that to yourself,” you scolded. “We’ve been on a whole hunt since then! You’re telling me you didn’t sleep before, during, or after this past hunt?” He shook his head, confirming your words. A long sigh passed through your lips, and you brought a hand up rub at the bridge of your nose.
A beat of silence passed between you two, until suddenly Jack spoke up. “I’m sorry…” He whispered. His words slurred in his tired state, but you could make them out just fine all the same. His arms wrapped around your waist and tugged you closer to him so he could rest his head in the crook of your neck as he often seemed to do when he needed comfort or grounding. You simply shook your head and brought a hand up to rest against the back of his head. The other sat comfortably over top of the arm wrapped around the front of your body.
“It’s okay, Jack. I’m just… I’m worried about you, you know? I don’t want you to hurt yourself by pushing the limits like this. You might be half angel, but that other half of you is still human. You still need sleep, alright?”
He nodded against your shoulder, only to pull away moments later to look you in the eyes. Uncertainty danced behind his blue gaze before he even began to speak. The light of the TV cast a colorful glow over half of his face, the harsh shadows it created reminding you how sharp his features really were beyond the soft expressions he usually wore. A soft brown curl of hair dropped lazily over one of his eyes, and with the feeling of his breath fanning over your face, you suddenly became acutely aware of just how close he was to you. “Can you…” he began slowly, his brows pulling together as if being tugged by an invisible needle and thread. “Could you, maybe, stay with me? I was thinking that it… It might help?” His words came out as more of a question than a statement, and the unsure look on his face gave the same feeling.
Much to his delight, a small smile formed on your face as you gave him a nod. “Of course I can stay with you,” you insisted, as though the answer should have been obvious. It was anything but obvious to the young nephilim, but he wasn’t going to argue. “In fact…” You paused a moment to situate the blanket over your lap to your liking, ensuring that it was as soft as you could possibly make it before looking back up at the man by your side with a smile. “Lay your head right here.” You patted your lap to punctuate your sentence.
A grateful smile tugged at Jack’s lips at the offer, and he was quick to burrow underneath the covers and settle himself into a comfortable position. In the end, he found that he was most pleased with his head in your lap facing the TV, one hand tucked underneath your legs like they were a pillow and another resting on your knee above his head. This position alone and its proximity to you was enough to help him calm down to the point of a peaceful sleep, but as soon as he felt you playing with his hair, he knew that he would never want to sleep away from you ever again.
You hummed a soft tune, hardly noticeable over the sounds of the cartoon marathon still going on the television in front of the bed. Your eyes weren’t focused on the screen, though. Instead your gaze drifted downwards to rest on the man’s head in your lap. Your fingers continued to brush leisurely through his messy head of soft brown hair. His eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a hum of appreciation when your fingernails scratched carefully across his scalp. You went on like this for a few minutes, you carding your hands through his hair and enjoying how soft his locks felt between your fingers, and him sighing in contentment every so often to ensure you didn’t stop.
You didn’t plan on stopping, though. At least, not until Jack reached up and grabbed ahold of your wrist. His grip was loose, clearly knowing you would trust him enough to keep your hand where he wanted it without tugging it away. You watched in a mixture of confusion and wonder as the nephilim brought your hand over to his face to press a soft kiss against the inner part of your wrist. The touch of his lips against your skin was so feather light that you wouldn’t have known what he had done if you weren’t watching his actions the whole time. He trailed his thumb slowly over the back of your hand before planting another careful kiss onto your wrist and releasing you as though nothing had happened.
You, however, weren’t able to recover as easily as Jack was. You felt frozen in place. It wasn’t out of fear or disgust, that was one thing you were sure of. It was just… shock. Your eyes burned with would-be tears at the sight of this man you adored treating you with such care and affection. His touches were as soft and careful as could be. His gaze held what one could only describe as adoration. Everything about this interaction felt so foreign. It was the exact antithesis of what you felt in your day to day life. You were a hunter. You didn’t get the quiet nights, or the soft touches, or the gentle kisses. You got the monsters, the blood, and the tears that came with your job. But then along came Jack Kline, with his boyish smile and charismatic charm, and suddenly your life felt different. For the longest time you weren’t sure whether or not the change was a good one or a bad one, but in that one moment, with Jack’s nose brushing sleepily against your knee, you knew. It was a good change.
You realized then that you must have phased out just long enough for Jack to sense your shift in demeanor, as he began to speak. “Dean told me that if I find someone that I like, that I should kiss them. He said it’s a way to show that I care about the person, and I wanted to show you that I care about you,” he informed you, his words slurring together as he teetered on the verge of sleep.
You found yourself grateful for not only the dim light, but also for Jack’s unfocused state so you were able to hide the fact that your cheeks were burning enough for you to press the back of your hand against the to cool them down. “Dean told you that, did he?” You managed to force out through your shocked state. Jack nodded from his place in your lap.
“Mmmmmmhmm!” He hummed. He took a moment to shift around so he was able to hold even tighter onto your legs before continuing. “Said if I like s’m’body, I gotta kiss ‘em b’fore ‘nyone else gets ‘em. Don’t want anyone else gettin’ you…” Jack muttered. As the last few words left his mouth, he turned his face to press into your lap, brushing his nose over the blanket as if trying to fix it to his liking.
A soft smile formed on your lips, and you finally reached up and placed your hand back on his head. He let out a satisfied hum and leaned up into your hand before settling back down and allowing you to go back to your ministrations. “Is that all he told you about kissing?”
“No. ‘e said I should kiss ‘em on the lips, but I can’t reach your lips right now. ‘M comfortable here, but I promise I’ll kiss you for real later.” Even in his exhausted state, he managed to sound quite insistent on the matter. His grip on your knee even tightened slightly before loosening fully again.
“I’ll hold you to that promise then, Jack.” And with that, you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his temple. His lips quirked upwards in a smile at the feeling, and you both settled into a comfortable silence. You continued to run your hands through his hair until you heard him snoring softly, at which point you maneuvered your bodies so you could both be lying beneath the covers.
You slept late into the next morning curled up with the nephilim. You found yourself confused as to how you had managed to sleep for so long without Sam or Dean waking you up, but all of your confusion evaporated when your eyes landed on the note on your bedside table.
I know we always say no attachments, the note began in Sam’s neat scrawl. But I have a feeling this one is for the better. Dean and I caught a hunt a few cities over. Sleep in. You two deserve a break. -Sam
That was all the encouragement you needed to shift back around and tuck yourself snug against Jack once again, allowing yourself to bask in just one happy moment, because that was really all you needed in the end.
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When JJ walks into the room of requirement, he’s taken aback by how much progress you’ve made. He can tell you’ve gone through numerous piles of junk, which both impresses and worries him. It’s clear you either spent all night here, or woke up incredibly early which leaves him with just one question: how long have you been here?
He watches as you dig through a box, searching for the diadem. When you don’t find it, you kick the box out of sheer frustration.
“Fuck!” you exclaim, sighing as you run your hands through your hair.
You look over at JJ and the smile you give him tugs at his heartstrings. He holds up a plate of food and grins at you.
“You’ve made a lot of progress,” JJ comments as he watches you eat.
“Still haven’t found the diadem,” you tell him, bitterly.
“Hey,” JJ calls, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re doing great.”
“Am I?” you ask, dropping the piece of bacon back onto the plate. “We’ve been in here for weeks with nothing to show for it! If I can’t find the fucking horcrux in here, how do we know I’ll be able to find the others?”
“Y/N, stop,” JJ scolds, “Now is not the time to give up. You found one, you can find the others.”
You nod your head in acknowledgment before turning to start digging through another box.
“I’m sorry,” JJ says remorsefully. “This is all my fault.”
“What?” you ask, turning around to look at him, confusion evident on your features. “No it isn’t.”
“It is,” JJ continues. “I was always provoking him.”
“JJ, stop. You didn’t do anything wrong.” you assure him with a shake of your head. “This was bound to happen. I kept secrets from him, from all of them, and lied to them the whole time I’ve been here. It was only a matter of time before it caught up to me.”
“Yeah, but I-“
“This is on me,” you tell him firmly.
“So how bad was it?” he asks, referring to your talk with James.
“It wasn’t too bad. He just said the truth, that I refuse to let him in.” You shrug, as you start picking at your nail polish. “And then he-“
“He what?”
“He basically called me a whore,” you sniffle as you look up at him.
“What the fuck?!” JJ exclaims. “Why would he say that? Why would he think that?”
“Why do you think?” you ask, giving him a pointed look.
“Not that that matters.” you stress desperately, not wanting JJ to think it’s his fault. “But I mean, I’m doing all this for him! How could he possibly think-“ you ramble before sighing dejectedly and shaking your head.
“I can’t even bring myself to be mad at him,” you confess. “I know he didn’t mean it. He doesn’t think things through when he’s upset. And I gave him plenty of things to be upset about. I know he didn’t mean it. But that doesn’t make it hurt any less.”
“Y/N,” JJ sighs sadly, opening his arms. “Gimme a hug.” he says, because he doesn’t know how else to make you feel better.
“I’m okay,” you tell him, giving him a smile even though your vision is blurring from the tears you’re holding back.
“I know you are,” he assures you with a nod. “But give me a hug anyway.”
Chin quivering, you wrap your arms around JJ, burying your face into his chest as the tears begin to fall. JJ just holds you tighter, rubbing your back soothingly.
“I thought feelings freaked you out,” you murmur, words coming out muffled as your face is still pressed into his chest.
“Oh. they do,” JJ confirms with a nod. “But you’re my friend so I can suck it up for a bit. I’ll just go jump in the Black Lake afterwards.”
“Wanker,” you say with a laugh, pulling away to wipe at your eyes.
“Oi. This wanker brought you chocolate chip waffles and they’re getting cold.” JJ argues.
“So you better get to eating. I’m not letting them go to waste and you’re gonna be no use if you’re hungry.” he says, pushing you towards the plate of food as he starts sifting through things on a desk.
“Now, remind me what a diadem looks like?” he calls over his shoulder. “I’ve been looking through so much junk I forgot what I’m supposed to be looking for.”
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April 11, 1977
“Leave him alone, Pads,” Remus sighs, taking a sip of his tea.
“I just want to know what happened!” Sirius stresses, looking at his friends. “Am I really the only one?”
“We got into a fight!” James yells before holding his head in his hands.
“You’ve already said that!” Sirius shouts back before lowering his voice. “And that’s the only thing you’ve said about it.”
“I-I fucked up guys.” James admits, looking at his friends. “I got mad that she wasn’t spending as much time with us anymore. And jealous that she seemed closer to JJ and I…I said a lot of horrible things to her. Things that I didn’t mean but…it doesn’t matter now. It’s over. The damage is done.”
“Hey, don’t talk like that,” Peter tries to console, reaching over to pat James on the back. “It’s just a bump in the road. You guys will be okay.”
“How could you possibly know that?” James asks.
“Well, because it’s you guys!” Peter says with an easy smile.
James gives him a smile in return, only to have it drop when you walk into the Great Hall for breakfast. James watches as you run a hand through your hair, giving your curls a little bit more volume before you start walking. He watches as you walk right past them, without so much as a glance in their direction, before coming to a stop next to JJ at the Ravenclaw table.
Watching you walk right by them, James is reminded of that first day he saw you. You were standing in front of the Great Hall, eyes widening when you saw that everyone was staring at you. He remembers watching you walk past them casually before taking a seat by yourself. He remembers when they went to introduce themselves to you, and you told him he had cute glasses. He still smiles when he thinks about it. But now, watching you take a seat next to JJ, James can’t help but frown. That first day in the great hall was the start of something beautiful. And this? This feels like the end.
“You’re such a fucking idiot,” Lily says with a roll of her eyes as she takes a sip of her juice. Marlene gives her a wide eyed look and Lily waves her off. “I mean honestly, you get jealous that she’s hanging out with a guy that isn’t you, and your brilliant idea is to make her hate not only you, but all of us as well?”
“Lily-“ Dorcas calls softly.
“Like, what the fuck, Potter?” Lily continues. “Look at her, sitting all the way over there. She doesn’t want anything to do with us anymore!”
“Someone should go-“ Sirius starts only to get cut off by Remus.
“Alright, fine!” Remus sighs, standing up. “I’ll go talk to her.”
“What?” James asks, looking at him with wide, fearful eyes. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
But it’s too late. Remus is already approaching you.
“Uh-Oh. Jerk alert.” JJ whispers at you before taking a sip of his hot chocolate.
You look up only to see Remus standing in front of you with a kind smile. You can’t help but smile back at him, nudging JJ as you do. JJ merely shrugs his shoulders before taking another bite of his pancakes.
“Remus,” you greet, sitting up a bit straighter. “Hi.”
“Hi, love.” he greets back, happy that you’re not blowing him off. “You’re not sitting with us?”
Your smile drops at the question. You glance at your friends over at the Gryffindor table, averting your eyes when you see James sadly picking at his food.
“No, not today,” you tell him with a shake of your head.
Remus nods his head before taking a seat across from you.
“James told us you guys got in a fight,” he tells you. “Is there anything we can do to help?”
You shake your head, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.
“Are you sure?” Remus continues. “Because Lily’s waiting on you to give the signal. She said she won’t even use magic. She’ll beat him to a pulp with her own hands.”
You can’t help but laugh at that. That definitely sounds like Lily. But still, you shake your head.
“No, leave him alone. I’m sure he’s already beating himself up as it is.”
Remus pouts as he looks at you.
“But what about you?” he asks softly, eyes filled with concern. You give Remus a watery smile and he feels a literal pain in his chest.
“I’ll be okay.” you tell him. “I just…I just need some space right now.”
Remus nods his head before standing from the table.
“Well, I can respect that.” he says before turning his attention to JJ. “Take care of her for me, yeah?”
JJ simply holds his drink up in acknowledgment before taking another sip. Remus gives you one last smile before turning around and making his way back to his seat.
“What did she say?” Sirius asks the second he’s within ear shot.
“The same thing that James said,” he tells them, getting back to his food. “Just that they got in a fight.”
“She didn’t say what about?” Sirius presses.
“It’s not our business.” Marlene scolds.
“But what did she say about me?” Lily asks as she glares at James.
James can’t help but gulp nervously. This is it, he thinks to himself. This is how I die.
“She said to leave him alone.” Remus says with a mouth full of food.
“Oh, bullshit!” Lily says, turning in her seat to look at you.
As if feeling her gaze on you, you look up. Once you lock eyes with her, you give her a pointed look and Lily’s shoulders slump in defeat. She gives you a sad nod before turning back to face James.
James couldn’t agree more. After he confronted you like that, after he said all those horrible things to you, why are you still protecting him? You should let Lily beat this shit out of him. Hell, you should beat the shit out of him yourself.
“Yeah,” James says, “I know.”
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“Good morning, students!” Professor Bartholomew calls as he walks into the classroom. “I hope you all had a chance to look over your notes during the weekend because today we’re gonna make Draught of Living Death! Everyone go ahead and partner up while I take attendance.”
When you turn around to face the class, almost everyone is paired up. There are only four people left: You, James, Sarah, and Mulciber.
You don’t want to work with James, obviously. But, you also don’t want to force him to work with Mulciber, which is what would happen if you were to sit with Sarah. Speaking of which, Sarah looks absolutely terrified at the thought of having to work with Mulciber.
When you catch her eye, you nod your head in the direction of James. Sarah furrows her brows in confusion, not realizing what you’re saying. Sighing, you nod your head again, mouthing the word “Go” at her. She gives you a grateful smile before picking up her things and moving to sit next to James.
James looks up with a hopeful smile, only for it to drop when he sees Sarah taking a seat beside him.
“Sorry,” she says, giving him a timid grin. “Y/N told me to come sit here.”
James nods his head at her before his eyes widen. If you told Sarah to sit with him, then that means…
James turns his head to look at you, and he watches as you make your way towards Mulciber’s desk. When Mulciber sees you walking towards him, he grins devilishly at you.
“Am I dreaming or is that you, Y/N?”
You roll your eyes as you drop your things on the table.
“Yeah it’s me. Don’t cream your pants.” you tell him, to which he just laughs.
“Hey, don’t get me wrong. It’s an honor.” he says, turning in his seat to look at you. “I thought for sure you would’ve chosen to work with your boyfriend.”
You turn your gaze to James and see that he’s already watching you. When he notices you staring, he raises his hand weakly and gives you a small smile. You simply nod your head before looking away.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” you say instead.
“Uh-Oh, trouble in paradise?” Mulciber asks in faux concern.
“Don’t test me.” you warn Mulciber, glaring at him.
“You’ll get no trouble from me,” he says, holding his hands up in surrender. “I just wanted to know if I had a chance.”
You roll your eyes and shake your head at him before standing up.
“I’m going to get the ingredients. Will you please grab a cauldron?”
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April 30, 1977
It’s been two weeks since the fight and James is falling apart at the seams. You’ve started talking to everyone else again, which is great! But you’re still not talking to James. Yet as much as he misses you, he hasn’t bothered trying to reconcile things between you two, too scared that you want nothing to do with him.
If you do decide that you don’t want anything to do with James anymore, he would understand. He would respect your wishes, no matter how much it would hurt. And that’s exactly why he hasn’t tried to talk to you. Because if James doesn’t talk to you, you can’t tell him to fuck off.
But just because he isn’t talking to you, doesn’t mean he’s stopped caring. Not in the slightest. He still doesn’t know what you’re looking for in the room of requirement, but he knows JJ is helping you. He always catches up with him, handing him a plate of food to make sure you’re eating.
JJ always takes it wordlessly, with an eye roll before walking away. Sometimes James will ask him if you’re doing okay, other times he’ll simply thank JJ for looking after you. JJ never speaks a word to him, which doesn’t surprise James at all. He’s pretty sure JJ hates him, which is completely fair.
James has also made himself scarce on several occasions so that you’re able to hang out with everyone without feeling awkward or pressured to talk to him. He knows it isn’t much, not by a long shot, but it’s the only thing he can think to do.
Sitting under a tree in the courtyard, James sighs. Why did he visit you during Christmas break? That kiss ruined him. At least before, he was able to lie to himself and pretend he didn’t feel anything. But everything changed when you kissed him. Because it took one kiss to make him realize that you were the only one he wanted to kiss for the rest of his life. Fucking mistletoe. It all went downhill from there.
Thinking back to that night in the corridor, when he confessed his feelings brings back all sorts of emotions. James supposes it’s his fault for taking so long to tell you how he felt, but he couldn’t help himself; he was just scared. And honestly, that should’ve been the first clue that this was real.
He spent years chasing after Lily, giving her flowers and standing on tables proclaiming his love for her. And no matter how many times she hexed and humiliated him, he still tried again the next day. But with you, he found himself questioning everything he did because he didn’t want to risk you finding out his feelings. And then when you turned him down, he tried his best to put on a brave face, because he didn’t want you to feel bad; because no matter how much he was hurting, he cared about your well-being first.
He’s pulled out of his thoughts when he hears a girl scream, followed by the sound of laughter. James frowns in confusion when the laughter stops, but the screaming doesn’t. Standing up, he dusts himself off and makes his way towards the sound, wanting to see what’s going on.
You were about to head back inside when a blood curdling scream got your attention. Running towards the sound, you stop in your tracks to see Mary Macdonald, a girl in your year, writhing on the ground in absolute agony. Mulciber stands a few feet away, wand pointed at her, with a smirk on his face.
“Let her go, Mulciber!” you yell, as you get closer.
Mary continues to scream and cry in agony. It takes everything in you not to break down crying yourself as you watch her body twitch and convulse in pain.
“Or what?” Mulciber asks, looking at you in a way that makes your skin crawl.
In that moment you feel an anger that you’ve never felt before. Taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart, you clear your mind before thinking of the incantation you want to use.
flipendo
Only a moment later, Mulciber is sent flying backwards. He flies meters, only stopping when he slams into the castle wall and slides down. Groaning in pain, Mulciber sits up, leaning against the wall as he watches you curiously, no doubt wondering where you learned such a spell. After all, it’s not something you learn in school.
“I did warn you not to test me,” you call out to him.
“How did she do that?” somebody asks. “She didn’t even have her wand out.”
“She didn’t even say anything!” someone else adds.
Looking around the courtyard, you see several students staring at you; most in awe, some in fear. You look down at your hands and realize that they’re shaking. Clenching your hands into fists, you put your head down, avoiding eye contact with everyone as you make your way into the castle.
James watches you go with a worried frown. He turns to Mary, and when he sees that someone’s already helping her up, he follows after you.
You walk into the girls bathroom and start pacing, digging your hands into your hair as you desperately try to calm yourself down. You’d learned that spell during your sixth year, during one of your many visits to the restricted section, but you didn’t think you’d ever have to use it. You had hoped you wouldn’t have to use it.
“Y/N?”
You look up and see James standing at the door nervously and can’t help the relief that courses through you.
“This is the girls bathroom.” you mumble, turning your gaze back to your shaking hands.
“Yeah, I know,” he murmurs, “I swear I’m not trying to be a creep or anything. I just wanted to see if you were okay.”
You nod your head but when James takes a step closer, you take one back.
“Y/N,” James sighs, trying and failing to keep the hurt out of his voice.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” you tell him sadly.
“You won’t,” he says with a shake of his head.
“That’s all I ever do,” you argue, looking at him with wide, fearful eyes. “And now you hate me.”
“What?” James asks, frowning in confusion. “I don’t- I could never hate you.”
“You didn’t even try to talk to me.” you pout and James feels like the biggest idiot in the world. Here he was, hoping you’d talk to him when you were ready, and all the while you were doing the same.
“I didn’t think you wanted me to.” James says with a shake of his head.
“Of course I did,” you assure him. “I- you’re my best friend.”
You give him a small smile, one that he returns before your smile drops, gaze returning to your hands.
“But just now, you saw what I did to Mulciber.” you mumble, terrified that now that he’s seen what you’ve done, what you’re capable of, that James won’t want anything to do with you.
“Mulciber performed an unforgivable curse on an innocent person. He deserves a lot worse than that.” James tells you. “I know what you’re thinking, Y/N. You’re not a bad person. But I am.”
You tilt your head in confusion as James gently grasps your hands.
“Y/N, I owe you an apology. I never should have said those things to you.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not.” he says with a shake of his head. “I let my feelings get the better of me and took it out on you and I’m so fucking sorry.”
“I was a jealous arse. You are under no obligation to return my feelings.” James tells you, giving you a sad smile. “If you’re with JJ, that’s fine. I’ll be happy for you.”
“Oh, my god,” you groan in frustration. James’ eyes widen, scared he’s just ruined everything. You cup James’s face in your hands and force him to look at you.
“James, I need you to listen to me clearly, because this is the last time I’m going to say it. There is absolutely nothing going on between me and JJ.”
“There’s not?” James asks timidly, insecurely avoiding eye contact with you.
“No.” you tell him with a laugh. “I’ll even drink Veritaserum if you want me to. But you were right about everything else. I’m sorry I’m keeping so many secrets from you. I don’t want to, but I have to.”
James blinks in confusion.
“And I know that doesn’t make any sense right now. But one day, I’ll be able to tell you everything and it will.” you ramble. “Until then I need you to trust me.”
“I do,” James says, nodding his head. He places his hand over yours. “I swear. I trust you and I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too.” you say before wrapping your arms around him in a hug, a hug that he immediately reciprocates.
“I missed you so much,” he sighs into the crook of your neck.
“I missed you too,” you tell him with a genuine smile when you pull away.
“Wanna go get dinner?” he asks, smiling down at you.
You shake your head profusely.
“No,” you groan. “Everyone’s gonna be staring at me and whispering and-“
“And I’ll be right beside you the whole time.” James says, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.
You think it over before eventually nodding your head with a sigh. You suppose you could face anything if James was next to you.
When you walk into the great hall with James, you’re taken aback by the amount of stares you get. You nervously take a step back, prepared to turn and leave before you feel James’ hand on the small of your back.
Glancing up at him, he gives you a reassuring smile before guiding you to your friends who are all but bouncing in their seats, trying and failing to hide their excited smiles.
You and James sit down next to each other at the table and start putting food on your plates, only to look up when you realize how quiet your friends are.
“What?” you finally ask, feeling shy under everyone’s gaze.
“So you guys are okay now?” Sirius asks, getting straight to the point.
You and James look at each other and share a smile before turning back to your friends.
“Yeah,” you tell them with a nod. “We’re all good.”
“I told you!” Peter exclaims happily from his seat. “I told you you guys would be okay!”
“Alright, alright. Just eat your food,” James says with a roll of his eyes. But judging by the smile on his face, you can tell that he isn’t bothered at all. “You can say ‘I told you so’ later.”
“You better not!” you interrupt, giving Peter a pointed look. “You already said it twice, that's more than enough.”
Everyone starts laughing at the interaction and just like that, everything is back to normal.
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May 13, 1977
“Sirius, shut up,” Remus groans as he fixes his tie. “We haven’t even had breakfast yet.”
“You shut up, Moony,” Sirius says back before turning his attention to James again. “Alright then, just answer me this.”
James sighs in annoyance but nods his head at Sirius.
“Do you really love her?” Sirius asks, looking at James. “No bullshit.”
Peter and Remus even stop getting dressed to see his reaction.
“Yes,” James answers immediately, catching them all off guard. “Of course I fucking love her. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. It’s all I think about. She’s all I think about.”
“Then fucking tell her!” Sirius yells, turning around to grab his button up.
“I can’t!” James yells back before sighing. “I just… Things are just getting back to normal between us. I don’t wanna do anything that’ll fuck that up.”
“I don’t think it’d fuck things up,” Remus muses as he styles his hair. “There’s no way she doesn’t feel the same. Or at least feel something towards you.”
“Need I remind you that when I told her I fancied her she turned me down and ran away?” James asks glumly, putting his jumper on. “How do you think she’ll react when I tell her I’m head over heels in love with her?”
“Need I remind you that she said she couldn’t be in a relationship?” Remus sasses back. “She never said she didn’t like you.”
James opens his mouth but nothing comes out.
“She feels the same,” Remus tells him, putting his books in his bag. “I’m sure of it.”
“And I’m sure that you need to grow a pair and fucking tell her already.” Sirius chimes in as they start to make their way down the stairs. “The year’s almost coming to an end, you’ve already wasted enough time. You wait any longer, you’re gonna lose your chance all together.”
“Yeah,” James says with a nod. “You guys are right. I’m gonna tell her.”
“Today!” Sirius announces excitedly. James however, looks over at him, completely terrified.
“Today? Nuh-uh, not today.” James says, shaking his head profusely. Remus, Sirius, and Peter groan.
“Why not?”
“It’s Friday the 13th!” James says, causing them all to groan again.
“You don’t really believe in that, do you Prongs?” Sirius asks, casually throwing an arm around his shoulder. “You’re just chickening out of telling her today because you don’t even know how you’d do it, right?”
“Uhhh…”
“Knowing you,” Sirius continues, “You’d have a big ol’ speech that you’ve rehearsed.”
James blushes at that because as much as he hates to admit it, Sirius is right. He would want to practice confessing his love for you before he actually does it, not wanting to fuck it up.
“But listen to me, Romeo,” James rolls his eyes at the nickname. “You don’t practice falling in love, you just do. Same with confessing; there’s no right or wrong way to do it. You say what feels right and let everything else fall into place.”
“How do you know so much about love?” James asks as they arrive at the great hall.
“Hey!” Sirius defends, shoving Remus as they all sit down. “I watch it for the comedy! I don’t care about the romantic bits.”
James keeps looking at the great hall entrance, wondering when you’ll join them for breakfast, but you never show. He shrugs it off, thinking you overslept but when you don’t show up for potions either, he can’t help but worry.
Thinking you might be feeling a bit ill, during lunch he grabs some soup and goes up to your dorm, wanting to check on you only to find it empty. Not empty empty of course. All your stuff is still there. Your books are still stacked on your desk. The bathroom door is ajar with your towel thrown over it, and your bed is made, like always. But you’re nowhere in sight.
He really starts to get anxious when you miss the rest of your classes. He had even gone to the hospital wing, thinking you were seriously ill, or even injured. But you weren’t there either. Walking into the great hall for dinner, James walks straight up to the Ravenclaw table.
“Have you seen Y/N?” he asks JJ.
“No.” JJ says, chewing his food as he stares at James with an unbothered look.
“I haven’t seen her at all today.” James continues. “She wasn’t in any of her classes. Or in her dorm. Or in the hospital wing.”
JJ freezes for just a moment before giving James another unimpressed look.
“You’re not at all worried?” James asks him.
“I’m more worried about the fact that you’re essentially stalking her.” JJ says before taking an obnoxiously loud sip of his tea.
James rolls his eyes and goes back to his friends, sitting down with a huff.
“What’s with you?” Sirius asks, nodding his head at his friend.
“Have you guys seen Y/N at all today?” he asks them.
Sirius, Peter, and Remus ponder his question for a moment before eventually shaking their heads.
“Neither have I. She wasn’t in her dorm and she wasn’t in the hospital wing.”
“What? Do you think something happened to her?” Remus asks, concern evident in his features.
“I don’t know.” James says truthfully with a shake of his head. “But I have a bad feeling.”
“Then let’s go look for her.” Sirius says, standing up and making his way out of the great hall.
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“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” Sirius says, only to have the marauder’s map ripped out of his hands. “Prongs! What the fuck are you doing?”
“I promised Y/N I wouldn’t use the map to spy on her anymore.” James says.
Remus and Peter share a look of confusion. When had he used it to spy on you?
“Well I didn’t promise her shit.” Sirius says, stealing the parchment back. “Besides, we’re not spying, we’re canvassing! What if she’s hurt somewhere? Or in trouble and can’t call for help?”
“You’re not helping!” Peter shouts, sounding as if he’s hyperventilating.
“Do you see her anywhere?” Remus asks, moving to stand next to Sirius. They both scan the map but don’t see your name anywhere.
“Maybe she’s in the Forbidden Forest?” Peter offers.
“It would’ve shown on the map.” Remus says with a shake of his head.
“Maybe it’s a glitch?” Peter tries again.
Sirius, Remus, and James all turn to Peter at that, and he tries his best to curl into himself.
“It’s never glitched before,” James says.
“Doesn’t mean it isn’t possible.” Remus counters.
All four boys stare at each other before making their way out of their dorm and to the courtyard.
“We should split up.” Remus offers. “Peter and I will check the Forbidden Forest.”
“Prongs and I will check Hogsmeade.” Sirius says with a nod.
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“I just don’t get it.” James says as they make their way back to the common room. “Where else could she be?”
James, Remus, Sirius, and Peter all walk into the common room, only to freeze when they see Professor McGonagall waiting for them.
“We can explain, Minnie,” Sirius says, prepared to tell her all about why they were out past curfew.
Professor McGonagall simply holds her hand up, effectively shutting them all up.
“Professor Dumbledore would like to see you.”
“Me?” Sirius asks, pointing to himself.
“All of you.” she corrects.
Peter gulps nervously.
“Now?” Remus asks.
“Now.” Professor McGonagall confirms.
When they stumble into Professor Dumbledore’s office,they’re surprised to see Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas already there. James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus all approach the desk warily. Sirius nods his head at Marlene, silently asking her what this is about, but she simply shrugs her shoulders.
“Gentlemen, thank you for joining us.” Professor Dumbledore greets. “I’m sorry to bring you here at this time, but I’m afraid it couldn’t wait.”
“Are we in trouble?” Peter asks anxiously.
“No,” Professor Dumbledore says with a small shake of his head. “You’re not in any trouble. This is actually about your friend Y/N.”
The girls look confused while the boys share anxious looks with each other. So something had happened to you?
“When was the last time you saw her?”
“Last…last night.” James tells him. “She didn’t come down for breakfast today, or attend any of her classes. She wasn’t in her dorm or the hospital wing or-“
“Did she happen to tell any of you where she was going?” Professor Dumbledore interrupts.
“Going?” James repeats. “Why would she go anywhere? We have class…”
“There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll just say it. Miss Y/L/N has left Hogwarts-“
“What?” Lily asks, completely confused.
Professor Dumbledore leans forward in his seat and sighs sadly.
“There’s something I’ve been keeping from you.” Professor Dumbledore confesses. “Something you all should know…”
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