#agentpercivals

[gothiethefairy]

agentpercivals replied to your post: jfc, disinfectant wipes and sprays are sold out...

same here. no bleach,disinfectant, hand gel, pasta, rice, hell the loo rolls even gone. do these people think coronavirus gives you fuckin Exploding Ass Disease or smth

everyone everywhere needs to relax and stop hoarding all this stuff

[darcyfirth]

agentpercivals replied to your photo “I AM CRYING”

pedro pascals tongue is too sexy apparently

i mean

a colin firth’s gifset of mine was flagged as nsfw months ago and it was just him... laughing

[altegos]

@agentpercivals replied to your post: @agentpercivals replied to your post: ...

omfg thank you <3 honestly they just sound like they got nothing better to do with their life mate. you’re a great writer and i love seeing your posts on my dash, fuck em!

FUCK EM!

Also love seeing your posts on my dash too

[mannersmakeththekingsman]

Headcanon. James wooed Percival with this song at 2am with a guitar outside his bedroom window.

[freya-deathstalker]

"don't go" - percilot <3

I’m combining the two... Under the read more. 

“Don’t go,” Percival said as he gripped Lancelot’s hand tightly. 

Lancelot took a deep breath and allowed him to squeeze his hand, “I’m not going anywhere, darling. I’ll be here when you come out of surgery. This is a perfectly normal procedure. The doctor assured me.” 

Percival was not at all convinced, “Are you sure about this?” 

“Well, darling, if they don’t get your appendix out, it might burst and you will die then. I’d say having surgery to remove it might be your best option.” James squeezed his had again and watched as the nurses came in and put in the I.V. and they got him prepped for surgery. “I’ll be right here, I swear.” 

“I love you.” Alastair said. 

“More.” James said in answer. 

The surgery went off with out a hitch and James was sitting right were Alastair left him when he awoke for the third time. 

[freya-deathstalker]

ohhhhh I HAVE SO MANY HEADCANONS FOR OUR BOY. but ima send the fluffy/fun ones because hell YEA. firstly, percival loves knitting??? like. he makes the best sweaters and scarves and he makes one for james every christmas.... also, he actually loves soppy films like bridget jones. everyone expects him to love all the war films etc but there's nothing better than a chick flick in his eyes aaaaah

He makes knitted toys for Roxy. Like her favorite stuffed toy was knitted by him on a mission. Only they know their is a tiny drop of blood on the left paw of the cat from when it was shoved in the pocket of his jacket when he killed a dude.

 He loves those movies because it reminds him of how much he loves James. 

[freya-deathstalker]

"lies are all you're capable of" for percilot please? <3

@agentpercivals You are trying to kill me, aren’t you. Well, alright. Here’s your way too angsty angst. I hope you like it.  It damn near killed me writing it. (Lucky i have a cat who sat next to me and gave me nose kisses every time I needed to make myself feel better.) No guarantees on this. 

TW: Cheating. 

Alastair knew the sound of James’ footfalls better than anyone. He could pick him out of a group coming down the hall way outside his office before anyone else, but this time he honestly did not want to hear him at all. James had been coming home late for weeks now and Alastair had suspected he knew why. 

He was certain that James and Harry were fucking, to put it not so lightly. He was fairly sure it had started shortly after the two of them had gone on a mission and went off the grid for three days in the Alps. When they came back they slowly started spending more time together and sneaking off when they thought people wouldn’t notice. 

Alastair would have understood if James had just been up front with him instead of what he was doing now, running around and cheating on him. All it did was serve to remind him of how his father cheated on his mother for twenty years, just his father was slightly more out in the open about it. 

He heard the front door unlock and listened as James put his coat on the coat rack and toed off his shoes in the front entryway. He listened as he walked down the small hall and entered the living room and sat on the sofa next to him. Alastair turned and looked at the man he loved and asked, “Why?” 

James’s brow wrinkled, “What?” 

“Why? Am I not good enough anymore?” Alastair implored. 

James stared at him in shock. “Honestly, I don’t have a Scooby as to what you’re asking, Darling.” 

Alastair turned away angrly and spat, “Lies are all you’re capable of. You have no idea that I know you are fucking Hart and have been for the last month and a half. Are you going to tell me know that all the rumors and innuendo that I have seen and heard are lies or are you actually going to tell me the truth? Because actually hearing the truth for once might be nice.”  He got up and walked to the small liquor cabinet they had an poured himself a small tumbler. “Take your time.” He downed that in one go and poured himself another. 

James looked down at his hands in silence. Everything Alastair had said was true. He was cheating on him with Harry and he should have told Alastair about it. He did deserve to know. James knew cheating was a deal breaker with Al. He spoke softly, in a gentle tone, “I’m sorry and you are right.”

Alastair nearly dropped the full tumbler of whisky he had in his hand. James had just completely confessed to everything with out a fight.  He tried to be angry. He wanted to lash out and fight but he just didn’t have it in him. He had planned to fight with James until he finally confessed everything, but James had ruined it. “Why?” He implored again. 

James sighed, “I don’t know why. I honestly don’t. I have no excuse or reason for you, Al. I do know this, I still do love you, but if you want me to leave, I will.” 

Alastair looked down at the glass, placing it on the cabinet, he moved to the sofa. “I do. I need you to go. I don’t care where, you just need to leave. I can’t just accept this like my mother did, because it never stops.”

James got up and went to pack a small bag of things. When he returned he saw Alastair sitting on the sofa, staring sadly into the middle distance, holding a bottle of some whisky. He walked over and gently touched him on the neck. Alastair unconsciously leaned into the touch. “I do still love you, Al. You deserve so much better.” He let go and headed for the door. 

When the door finally shut and locked, that’s when Alastair let go and cried. 

[freya-deathstalker]

25 for percilot? <3

I was gonna get all *Pouts* for you picking a slightly angsty prompt for my Boys, but I came up with something cute, I hope.

#25: “I’m not going to change. You’ll have to deal with it.”

Alistair stared at what was supposed to be the man he loved. He wasn’t quite sure why he loved him at the moment, because what he was wearing was distinctly the most hideous suit he had ever set eyes on, and James had some pretty hideous suits. 

He cleared his throat carefully and asked, “You really aren’t going to wear that to dinner, are you?” 

James smiled back. The bright orange windowpane suit painfully assaulting both of their eyes, “I’m not going to change. You’re just going to have to deal with it. Besides you said she liked orange.” 

“She’s eleven, of course she likes orange.” Alistair said, remembering why they were going out to dinner in the first place. 

“well, I want her to like me. So…, wearing her favourite colour might help.” James sheepishly said. 

“It’s fine. If she asks, though, they used all the material for your suit, alright?” Alistair looked to the ceiling, praying silently James would agree to it.

“Yes, dear.” James said, heading to the door of the Shop.