Out of curiosity, do you like fake relationship tropes? What's your favourite thing about them?
Oh my goodness YES, I love fake relationships.
So some of my favorite things are….
forced proximity like room or bed sharing, SIGN ME UP
When they’re say at a ministry ball and Harry wraps his arm around Malfoy, pulling him closer and “wait, why the fuck does Malfoy feel so good pressed up against me”
Or when Draco does the same, pulling Harry close and whispering in his ear and “Fuck me, Potter still smells as good as he did at Hogwarts”
When they have to get to know each other to help further along the relationship farce and in the process they learn all kinds of stuff about each other that they didn’t realize
The vulnerability it takes to show someone a side of you that they might have known
SO MUCH FREAKING UST
The fact that they are essentially dating without the pressure of dating because they think its fake so they’re both free to be themselves and its so beautiful watching them each realize how in love with the other one they are
That moment when you know with utter certainty they’re both head over heels but they’re just both on the cusp of something more afraid the other one has been pretending and you know its gonna end ok but damn your heart still does flip flops wondering anyway
are you a butterbeer or firewhiskey person? chocolate frogs or bertie botts every flavour jelly beans? invisibility cloak or time turner? zonko’s or honeydukes? the marauders map or a sneakoscope? animagus or metamorphmagus? dumbledore’s army or the order of the phoenix? owl or cat?
Give me Grantaire who writes and illustrates children’s books, and people can’t believe he can write such uplifting and empowering stories because he’s usually such a cynic and… well, a lil bit of an ass sometimes.
He’s written that whole series about a little lion cub who goes around the animal kingdom with his group of friends and help people in need. It deals with hope, friendship, solidarity, overcoming hardship… The characters’ designs look very very familiar…
This is the first time I’ve completed a proper artwork of actual Pokemon ((still learning the ropes ahhh please forgive my mistakes;; my Pokemon art looks weird)). I had so much fun doing this though! I’m glad because I had an excuse to make stuff super shiny hehe *v*
edit: repainted the vaporeon + some other details • thanks to those who gave their tips and suggestions! ♥
wizarding places → eeylops owl emporium & magical menagerie. eeylops owl emporium was described as being relatively small, and dark inside, probably because owls are nocturnal creatures. on the outside of the shop, many different colors and species of owls hung in cages, watching all of the passersby. meanwhile, the magical menagerie is a very cramped and noisy shop with every inch of wall covered by cages. it sells all kinds of animals - poisonous orange snails, a giant jewel-encrusted tortoise, sleek black rats that are very intelligent, owls, ravens, cats of every colour, puffskeins, a transforming rabbit and much more.
So you know how owls don’t need an address to find the person the letter is addressed to? What if these owls were even cleverer than that?
Imagine Draco, sometime after the war, sitting alone in his flat and not knowing what to do with himself. He feels so empty, but on the other hand, there’s so much he wants to say. But who should he talk to? There’s nobody there. So he just begins writing his thoughts down. Sometimes it’s little poems. Sometimes it’s like he’s writing a journal. And sometimes he writes letters, addressed to no one. He keeps writing every day and whenever he’s finished, he puts the piece of parchment onto the little pile on his desk, where he keeps all his personal writing.
If Draco had been paying more attention, he would have noticed that this pile wasn’t getting any bigger. It stays exactly the same, because his sneaky little owl delivers one per day to the person she thought could help Draco the most.
When she lands on her usual windowsill on Number 12 Grimmauld Place, the window is already open and Harry is smiling at her with a treat in his hand.
“You’re very punctual,” he murmurs as he strokes her feathers. He carefully takes the piece of parchment out of her beak and smiles as she starts nibbling at her treat. Harry suspects Malfoy still doesn’t know that his owl is bringing him these letters.
Harry had been puzzled himself at first, but it hadn’t taken him long to figure out who had written these. After that, he had tried to talk to the owl, tried to explain to her that she must have gotten the wrong address, because surely this wasn’t meant for him.
But the owl had come back every day, bringing Harry another piece of parchment and Harry had found himself mesmerized by them. The poems were heart-wrenching, Malfoy talking about his day made Harry want to go over there and talk to him. But he doesn’t dare. He would have to admit, he read Malfoy’s most inner thoughts without his consent. And Harry doubts, the Malfoy he would be facing would be the same as the Malfoy in these letters.
Sighing, Harry settles down on the couch and begins to read today’s owl post.
I had a dream last night. It wasn’t one of my usual nightmares, but I guess you could still call it that, because this will very likely haunt me for the rest of my days. It was about him. We were younger, much younger. We were on the Quidditch pitch, but not as enemies. We were just flying together, laughing together. It was so strange to see him like this. His eyes didn’t hold the resentment I am used to. He was looking at me like I was his whole world. It still hurts to think about it now. The worst part, however, was the way he cupped my cheeks and smiled at me, right before he kissed me. I could still feel his lips on mine when I woke up. I wasn’t even sure if I had been dreaming or not for a second. Then, reality crashed down on me again. Sometimes, I wonder what would happen if he knew. If he had known back then. I’m not sure if it would have made a difference. All he ever did was hate me, just as much as I pretended to hate him. I regret he never saw the truth. All I ever wanted was him. And for one night, my mind granted me that wish. However, I hope it doesn’t happen again. Only if my mind decides to let me dream forever.
Harry feels dizzy when he puts the letter down. It’s true, he never saw the truth, never even knew there was a truth to be seen. He had never thought to look beyond their fighting and mutual obsession. Never thought it could mean something else entirely.
But over the past few weeks, he discovered a whole different side of Malfoy and thereby discovered something about himself. He wants to take Malfoy’s pain away. Maybe he’s been wanting to do that for a while. And now, Harry knows he can.
He jumps up from the couch and locks eyes with the owl, still sitting on the windowsill.
“You clever little thing,” he whispers to her, as he strokes her feathers one more time. She hoots happily, as if encouraging Harry to hurry up. So he does. He hurries out the door, to apparate to Malfoy’s flat. He has no idea how he will do it and how long it will take Malfoy to believe Harry’s intentions are genuine, but it doesn’t matter.
He will do everything he can to make Draco Malfoy’s dreams come true.