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i have no excuses for this one, have fluff in trying times
The Whole Picture
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The whole picture is now finished and on AO3, so if you like Jegulus, Painter Regulus, and/or Soulmate AUs, consider checking it out!
“You really need to see this, Reg.” All hesitation has vanished from James’ voice, replaced with determination. Regulus shakes his head and retreats, except his kitchen doesn’t offer much of an escape, and his back hits the counter after two steps. “No means no,” Regulus says, putting his nose in the air to feign nonchalance. “That’s not just true for dates.” “Believe me, Reg, I’m aware, and under normal circumstances, I’d be a perfect gentleman and give you time to recover or sulk, but this is a special case.” “Special case or not, I’m not moving.” James heaves out a sigh. “Fine. I guess we’re doing this the hard way.”
He shines like the first Light of a dark world, white clay crusted and contrasting blurring bronze hands, specs tangled with hair so awry Regulus knows it will take years to paint the maze of each coppery strand. He is working like the end of the world is scratching the paint off the back of his chair with beckoning, bone-thin fingers; like a new idea is sprouting in his mind by each speeding second; he traces an eyelid with a frantic fingernail just to smudge it into an empty socket with his thumb a moment later. Regulus is mesmerised.
Barty body is covered with tattoos except his back, he leaves that blank because ever since him and reg were young, regulus would always paint on barty back and barty refuses to take away that canvas from reg and he also enjoys regulus straddling his back.
and regulus loves painting on his back and also seeing his name tattooed on barty lower back.
Painter!regulus: I regret asking you to model
James with ADHD who cannot sit still:
new fic
As promised, here's my newest Jegulus fic!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“If I’m being honest—I’m not sure,” James says after he puts his mug back down, and the solid thud jolts Regulus back to the present. “Learning I’m not a lost cause would be nice.”
Regulus fails at suppressing a snort.
“What’s so funny?”
If Regulus were a braver man, he’d confess the truth. James Potter, wondering if he’s lovable, when younger Regulus spent months, years, pining after him despite loathing himself for it. James Potter, questioning whether someone special is waiting out there for him when so many people would die for the chance to worship him. James Potter, pondering if he’s worth something when he strikes a rainbow array of colors from the humdrum of dreary reality everywhere he goes.
Unfortunately, Regulus is not a brave man, so he shakes his head despite the ghost of his soliloquy crowding the cavern behind his teeth. “Nothing. An inside joke.”
Regulus loves to paint and his favorite canvas is Barty back. He loves to create something beautiful on the back that Barty finds ugly, but he does not. Of course, Barty only lets Regulus ever touch his back.