#phcfanart

During one of the school holidays, Reza showed up at Megat’s home on short notice. One of the maids, Kak Ija, welcomed him with an easy and warm smile, mentioning that Megat was still in his 'private' art gallery, absorbed in a 3D modeling project.

As expected, Megat’s parents weren’t home.

The place always felt impossibly large, a tranquil mansion where Reza’s footsteps echoed against the polished floors made of marbles and wooden lacquer.

Reza opened the door to the gallery and was greeted with the loud thrum of rock music blasting in his face. It wasn’t unexpected, Megat had said he can concentrate better and he can work better in that environment. He stepped inside calmly and closed the door behind him, sealing the sound within the room. The gallery was soundproof, leaving the rest of the mansion undisturbed.

Megat is currently sprawled across a large leather couch that was wide enough to resemble a bed, his shirt open, hair slightly tussled, chest rising slowly with each breath. It was an image of exhaustion.

Reza chuckled to himself, as he glanced at the table. It was a little messy, with glue bottles, tiny tools, wooden dowels of various sizes and types, and a few scattered papers were everywhere. A couple of albums with photos of Istana Pagaruyung lay open for reference. In the middle of it all, sat a 3D model of the Minangkabau palace — Istana Pagaruyung, the one in Batusangkar, at least half finished.

It state was expected, but the rest of the room had always been perfectly immaculate.

Reza's thoughts drifted to :

"Kesio… Penat sampei longlai."

Reza stepped closer, moving carefully. He lowered himself onto the wide leather couch, leaning over Megat to place a kiss, a gesture for the hardworking guy before him, and for whatever strange situation he had found himself in.

A kiss for a prince…

Tuanku Megat Shah of Pagaruyung, for his valiant labors in raising his grand palace, with one miniature at a time.

𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕙 𝕓𝕣𝕠, ℝ𝕖𝕫𝕒 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕤 𝕜𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖s, 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕗𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕪.

For the sake of practice, I decided to draw Li and Jojo, not my favourite ship but it was fun drawing them, and I enjoyed their height difference huhu, skin tone is still one of my weakness

And then the other Pegawas watched in an array of perplexity😂😂😂😂

I want to post this fanart that I did towards the end of the fic but unfortunately, Ao3 doesn't work like that, so sadd

NVM, I ACTUALLY MANAGED TO UPLOAD IT

Megat Shah early in the morning

In my head, I pictured Reza coming over to Megat's house once in a while during the holidays

They would sleep in the same bed even though the mansion had more than enough room, and when Reza woke up, this is what he was usually greeted with

Basically, I’m picturing Reza taking a pic as Megat is waking up in this huhu(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)♡

Tbh, it doesn't even have to be only this time period, it could be after they made up after school too, or any.

I'm jealous of folks that has a tablet, I wanna add some background so badly but I'm so clumsy in my art that I'm scared of ruining it by accidentally grazing over his whole shit (which has happened BTW)

This is the unedited one hehe, I think I've gotten better at Megat's skin tone tbh. Hopefully I will flourish.

Hope you guys like it.

Had to share the short convo I had with my friend about the fanart process hahahaha

Unfortunately the more I dwell on this specific fic the more unmotivated I've become, because it's so uninspiring 😂😂😂, like, the longer I wrote it, the more unnecessary it seemed, to the point I even had to do some extra research on school events, which just makes the whole thing collapsed on its own.

So I shortened the fic, super simplified version :

Enjoy! 😘❤️(even if it's bad lol)

Today, Megat, alongside four other classmates, is assigned school duties at Kudrat, tasked with repainting the school’s old, peeled walls. He was as ready as he'll ever be, the teacher said it, very clearly, without any hint of sarcasm.

"Nanti semua dapat markah bonus kurikulum, good for your resume"

By the time he arrived there with all the paint stuff, buckets, rollers, and brushes, the others have already ditched, leaving him stuck doing it all by himself.

Megat exclaimed, mumbling by himself, tapping his feet repeatedly.

"Biar betul, takkan aku nak buat sorang..."

With no juniors around to dump the work on, he grumbly picks up the brush, and pops the lid of paint bucket open.

"Semua macam bangsat..."

Midway through the job, Reza, fresh from the photography club wanders by and spots him.

Reza's steps quickened towards Megat.

Megat is shirtless, paint streaked across his chest and arms, hunched over a bucket as he brushes thick streaks onto the chipped dorm wall. Splashes drip onto the floor, his pants, and the paint roller. The putrid smell of paint could be smelled from a mile away.

Reza leans against the doorway, camera in hand, eyes sparkling with amusement

"Shah, buat apa tu? Tak sangka buat kerja hari ni"

Amused, grinning and sensing a good shot, Reza starts taking photos of Megat covered in paint, with the clear expression of irritation and exhaustion.

"Aku jual keropok, nak ke?" Megat quipped, eyes still focused on the walls, barely giving Reza a glance.

"Apasal sorang - sorang ni?" Reza snickers, lens still glued to Megat.

“Our beloved teachers request”

Megat imitates their teacher voice, over-exaggerating every syllable.

"Tolong saya eh! nanti saya bagi extra point, saya kene balik awal!"

Megat slammed the roller down, crouched and gave an exasperated shake of his head.

"Semua sial, konon kate" nanti aku ambik air, jap""

He smear paint at the wall for emphasis.

Then grabbing an empty bucket and waving it around hand. "Haikal kate nanti dia ade idea, badak sumbu 'tul, semua mangkuk bertingkat, semua blah camtu je"

Reza peered behind his camera, smirking.

Megat rant continues.

"Kau tengok nanti, and aku rembat semua point, pastu so Jali tu complain "cikgu kenape point saya loooow", Paja ko!"

Reza grins and laughs, savouring the moment.

The camera's continuous snap sounds only adds to Megat's frustration. He pauses, eye twitched, wiping his forehead.

Megat shot Reza a side-eye, then chuckled.

He glanced at all the paint spread out before him, a devious gleam appearing in his eyes.

"Oh, kau gelak eh?"

Immediately, Megat springs to his feet, he pivots, and flicks the paintbrush towards Reza.

Reza docks just in time, laughing all the while.

What starts as irritation quickly turns into a spontaneous paint fight, paint splattering everywhere.

Megat grabs a nearby pipe with a hose attached, switches the lever and sprays toward Reza.

Reza dodge, keeping his camera elevated to keep it from being wet, but his prefect uniform is soaked.

He quickly rips off his jacket, grabs a soaked paintbrush, and fights back, slash move in repeat.

Megat swings the paint roller, aiming to coat Reza's whole face with it, but Reza never flinched, still snapping photos from every corner of the fight.

The tension melts into laughter as paint flies in every direction.

And during the thick of it all, Megat pulls Reza close, their cheeks touching as they both break into laughter. In that few seconds, Reza snaps one final photo, capturing them in mid-laughter, paint-stained, naturally unguarded.

The image freezes their moment of peace, where annoyance turns into warmth, and what started as delegated task becomes a moment to be free.

Reza's already planning to put all these shots in his private album.