#lancival

[mogamoka]

I miss Percilot

[its-percival-not-percy]

Whumptober Day 5 - Gunpoint

Guess who’s finally up to date xD Also, this matches the blog it’s posted on. Some good old Percilot. Mistakes are mine, not english, sorry.

James had seconds, and every person who knew him also knew, that this could never end well. - Percilot, Whumptober Day 5, Gunpoint

James had seconds, and every person who knew him also knew, that this could never end well. But here he was, standing pressed to a wet stonewall that already drenched his suit, and Merlin would kill him for that, as much as would Percy, but he had a bigger problem: if he wasn’t doing anything soon, there would be no Percy to kill him anymore.

Percy, his partner is every way now, not quite husband yet but close, was standing in this alleyway, hands up, looking straight into the eyes of the person aiming a gun at his head. Even from his point aside James could see his face, his knowing face, knowing one thing: that he was utterly fucked right now.

Under different circumstances a Percival with that face would make him take a photo, but, yeah, right, bigger problems.

The worst was that his partner did not know he was here. And James also was not supposed to be here, he should be on the other side of the building, doing his part of the mission, but there was this nagging feeling at the back of his head, and as soon as he took over the security room he could see the space between two buildings where a rain soaked Percy was, what was definitely considered, in combat with someone in a lighter suit. When James arrived, lightsuit seemed to have already taken control of the situation, Percys blades in the mud (oh he would never hear the bloody end of that if, no, when he got him out of here, hell no!)

Merlin was no help, he had as much visual as James and orders from Arthur were the last thing on his mind right now.

At least Percy was still alive, a small mercy. It seemed as if he tried to talk his way out of it - and for as much as he was an observant person, he did not have a silver tongue. Never had. Talking was James’ strong suit, well, he considered it his at least. At least he was talking a reasonable amount of time a day.

Now Percy was talking and that was not… not good.

He slowly moved forward, trying to keep his feet on the few visible dry spots as to not make a sound, pressed against the wall as much as he could without making a sound. Impossible, of course, but he had always taken pride in doing the impossible. Hell, he died one time, beat that!

His gun was ready, silencer long since on it, steady hands holding it, finger on the trigger. A few more inches before he could get a clear shot. Percys hands were still in the air as there were a minute ago, but upon getting closer there was more to see. Blood on his cheek, mud on his clothes. He could see his stiff posture, he was holding himself up with more force than he should. Being stubborn could not deflect a bullet, sadly. If so, Percy could himself offer for gun-training.

One last inch. A sound, as lightsuit laughed. James swallowed soundlessly, blinked, his hand steady, ready, clear and… there was a slight, almost nonexistent whistle as he pulled the trigger, sending lightsuit to the ground soundlessly until he hit the mud with a satisfying wet sound. He ignored the blood and brain matter splattered on the opposite wall, instead focusing on his Partner. There was a sigh, a sharp intake of breath from him and his shoulders slumped, some of the tension leaving them as he turned his head to face James, lowering his hands now. He still remained somewhat stiff.

“You took your bloody fucking time, James!” Percy took a step forward and immeadiatly bit his lip, swaying but steadying himself on the wall. It only took him a second to push away from it, mere inches away from the mess that once was inside lightsuits head.

“Sorry darling, I didn’t fancy the idea of shooting a piece out of you too, you know.” He stepped closer, gun still in hand, ready for anything else. Yes, they still were in enemy territory, but for a moment he allowed himself a quick look over his partner.

“The suits are-” he winced and put one hand to his torso, hovering there, not touching. “bulletproof, for fuck’s sake James. Bloody idiot broke at least two of my ribs.” James winced in sympathy but ignored the quiet whine as he put a hand on his head to press a kiss to his forehead.

“You’re okay?” he asked for the first time, looking Percys face over but finding nothing but a scratch on his cheek. His glasses were dirty. Dirty glasses, dirty blades, it really wasn’t a good day.

“Fine.” Percy grumbled and gave a pained sigh. “Can we finish this now? I need a shower, the kind where I stay in there for days.”

James bent down to pick up the blades and handed them back to his partner.

“And some really good painkillers I assume?” Percy took the blades from him, wincing again and it wasn’t clear if it was from the movement or the state they were in. There was a high chance it was both.

“Oh shut up.” It’s a thank you and he knows it.

Thank you for reading :) Maty

[the-epic-magnus]

Percilot is love

This ship deserves more fans and stuff.

Because it's love. Belive me.

@it-is-percival-not-percy @percilout

[percivalofkingsman]

Given that we are going full steam ahead with the AU bits, would someone like to pick up James Spencer, aka Agent Lancelot, and roleplay Percilot with me? I would really like to get into shenanigans with them, as they also snark at one another, and are a married couple in Kingsman. So many interesting possibilities. Throw me a starter if interested.

[its-percival-not-percy]

Headcanon

There is this thing Percival does when James is away and he misses him too much. He wears something that belongs to him, maybe it’s the tie at work (if it gets really fucking bad like the time Arthur sent James to Japan for 6 months) but mostly it’s just at home. James loves fuzzy socks in all colours (most of them are green), and he has some colourful and comfy sweaters. So Percival steals his clothes and wears them at home. One time James came back from a mission and felt lost. So he went over to Percys house (they couldn’t yet live together due to Chester King as a very ... old-fashioned Arthur) in the middle of the night (come on, of course he has a key. Percival threw it at him once and he just kept it. This was actually the plan, but none of them would ever admit it. And they both know, so no reason to), only to find his boyfriend asleep in bed, wearing his clothes. He has to steal this back, of course, but that’s actually a challenge, given the death threats he gets by even asking. He doesn’t really mind, though. 

Needless to say that, after James died, Percy had the hardest time. After being “ill” for a week and only crying into sweaters, he at least tries to get better. Doesn’t work. Merlin isn’t sure what to do when Pervival shows up for work completely dressed in one of James’ suites, even though the shoulders are too broad and the trousers a tick to short. Luckily, this is also a few days after V-Day and the day they find a very much alive and kind of confused James Spencer in one of Valentines cells. 

There is an awful amount of crying afterwards, and nobody mentions it again. 

[percivalofkingsman]

Looking for one James Spencer, aka Agent Lancelot, for much silliness. Back play, AU play, just a whole lotta play. You can be new to the character or a seasoned player–I don’t really care. Just give the man some play. Percy is great fun to write for solo, but when he has a James to be antagonised by, to exchange wit with, to shag senselessly, he is even more fun. So send me a note or a message and let’s start something.

[lywinis]

percilot, for the fandom meme :3

002 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when or if I started shipping it. About the time @bearfethers dragged me into that hell -- I was far too deep into Merlahad to notice these boys, but I also thought TSS was a WASTE of perfectly good Jack Davenport.

my thoughts: This pairing sideswiped me and I don’t think I packed a lunch for the feels trip. James and Martin are the pairing that doesn’t feel like an afterthought to Merlahad, but they bookend so nicely with it because they’re the next-ish generation. They’re the next step. While Eggsy might be Harry’s legacy, it’s James and Martin who set the tone by being younger for many, many years. 

What makes me happy about them: Martin and James are the oddest couple, and yet, they work. James is literally the personification of a unicorn fart and Martin is so buttoned up you could scream, but they’re partners in a way that makes me jealous. They care, and deeply, about one another and about this little family they’ve built within Kingsman. (Including Roxy. James’s niece never once questioned Martin’s place in James’s life, and by that extension, her own.)

What makes me sad about them: Canon. We never get to see either James or Martin fleshed out, but in retrospect, that makes them that much more compelling for me to write, having to work personality for Martin from whole cloth and extrapolating from James’s brief appearance in TSS.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:Percival getting no real personality save for ‘James annoys me so I’m going to be tsundere about it’, the weird serial killer aus that ALWAYS seem to pop up because of Alastair MacIntosh’s srs face. (The boy is a ball of sunshine behind the scenes, look at him.) 

Things I look for in fanfic:Characterization, particularly for Percival. James getting more than just ‘I’m ridiculous’ put into his personality.

My kinks: Poly!James Spencer, badass power couple, young spies in love, bed sharing whilst on mission, adrenaline fueled makeouts.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Martin, in my headcanon, never really feels attraction to anyone save James. James most likely would end up happily work-married to James Bond, specifically because I can see them snarking at each other on mission and eventually just banging to get rid of the sexual tension.

My happily ever after for them:  James and Martin, with Harry’s blessing, take off six months and go into seclusion in Bora-Bora. James always talked about going, and before the chalet, it seemed like a pipe dream. Now, he demands his time off, because he earned it, dammit. He and Martin get married under the stars in a small, private ceremony, with only the Kingsman and their various invited allies as witnesses. They’re both broken, in some ways, but together they find where the jagged edges fit and work it out. James and Martin retire from field work after about ten more years (James has taken on the Mordred title out of deference to his niece -- and the joke that he technically DID get their current Arthur killed -- and Martin remains Percival), but they remain on the Knight’s Council to provide advice and weigh in on matters of importance. When Harry and Merlin eventually retire, Harry offers Martin Arthur, but Martin declines. He’s been at this too long, he thinks, and he feels Harry should pass it along to someone more capable, such as Roxanne. Roxanne, now in her early forties, makes a level-headed and capable Arthur, and both James and Martin retire, content knowing that the younger generation has it in good hands. Their roles are filled by snotty upstarts, and James remarks that this is just like history repeating itself. They spend hours on Skype with Roxanne each week once she’s put out all the fires, and retire to an apartment on the French Riviera. Martin grows succulents as a hobby full time and James catalogues how many of them Martin names after his loved ones -- there’s more now than ever. Martin’s hair never goes completely white, retaining a handsome, restrained grey color that James adores running his hands through. They lie awake with the window to their bedroom open, watching the stars wink to life and the sound of the city’s nightlife starting around them. Sometimes they waltz in the kitchen while James is making dinner. James falls asleep in the sunshine of their little courtyard one morning, while Martin is tending his plants. He doesn’t wake, but the smile on his face is one of contented peace. Martin sees to James’s affairs and holds out for six months more, making sure that Roxanne has everything she needs before one morning he takes his umbrella and goes for a stroll. The paramedics find him slumped on a bench by the waterfront, a bouquet of daffodils -- James’s favorite -- on the seat beside him. He and James are buried side-by-side at the new Kingsman estate in Scotland, and Roxy always mentions she’s glad to have them home finally.

[wingsstarsandatardis]

Kingsman Roleplay Request

Would anyone like to roleplay established relationship Percilot with me? Time setting is a few months before The Secret Service. I am looking for someone 18+ (preferably 21+ but not a deal breaker) to roleplay Lancelot to my Percy. Thanks!