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I think I didn’t introduce this AU properly when I posted the "Warmth", "Rêverie", and "Good Things about Percival Morton" drabbles. So let me sit back for a while and rearrange my thoughts for a bit.

Okay, I’m ready. Here we go again.

May I present to you, ‘Percival meets Peter Smith-Kingsley because why not?’ AU.

The story started in 2016, two years after Kingsman : The Secret Service, which means James died for real. Percival’s emotional state was a total trainwreck and never actually recovered from the loss. No matter how much he tried to act as if he was fine, at the end of the day he was still broken. He would come home, mourned every night he saw the bed he shared with his husband empty.

It went like this for two years after James's death. Time helped ease the pain a little bit. However, it would take only one trip to Italy to render his recovery process back to zero again.

It could be either a long-term mission or a vacation. I haven't decided on this yet. One thing for sure was during his stay in Rome, fate sent him another twisted and cruel test in the form of one young pianist, who looks almost identical to James.

Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Peter Smith-Kingsley.

I like to imagine they met on a street or in a cafe. Like, Percival was enjoying his coffee when another customer came in and sat at the table not very far from him. And when he glanced at the newcomer’s face, he was shocked to see his husband there, except that he looks about ten years younger.

It took years for Percival to heal from the loss, to put himself together, to forget the pain. All the efforts he took to overcome grief immediately diminished at the moment he saw Peter, when the face he just had seen reminded him of what he had lost.

On the other hand, the young pianist was fascinated by the sight of a man he saw. It might sound cheesy if he called it ‘love at first sight’, but that was the closest words to describe how he felt the moment he locked eyes with this one stranger.

Peter felt attracted to Percival since they first met.

Percival wanted to push Peter away, but at the same time he also wanted to keep him, as he saw Peter as a remedy to the loneliness he had been enduring since James was gone.

A second chance, even.

Meanwhile, Peter was more than willing to offer his sincerity, his warmth, his feelings, basically everything he had to get to know Percival more. 

He wouldn’t mind being a placeholder. As long as Percival was happy, that was all it mattered.

And that marked the start of their journey.

Since my attention span is too short to write anything longer than 2000 words, I decide to make this a series of drabbles about them in different situations. I'll start posting them more from now on(hopefully).

There’s a bit of an age difference, but not so different here. Peter is 28, while Percival is 36 in this AU. So prepare for the 'you're too young to be with me' excuse. Actually, there's a lot of excuses Percival could come up with.

You can find works and drabbles related to them in my Peter/Percival tag.

Insensitive

Summary : At some point there was a time where Peter confessed his feelings to Percival. It didn't end well.

(This is inspired by the song "How Insensitive". The version I've listened to is from Stacey Kent. Feel free to listen to that while reading whatever I've written down there.)

He took it well.

No whining, no causing a scene, he just listened to what he said with his brows furrowed, his lips pursed shut, and nodded.

"I understand."

That was all he said before silence filled in between them. The words were reassuring. However, his eyes told a different story when Percival saw them; a wavering mixture of regrets and sadness suppressed with all his might from surfacing. It was the best attempt at putting himself together even though his facade was slowly corroding from the acid Percival so politely poured all over him. He was quite sure that with only a matter of the right place and the right time, this fragile wall of dignity would eventually crumble down.

The crack was even more visible when he left, when the usual 'see you later.' was replaced by an unfamiliar sentence.

"Let me know if you wish to not see me anymore."

Percival didn't answer, and Peter didn't wait for one. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't know what to say. So he sat there, watching the young man's back disappear into a crowd of pedestrians.

And it was well deserved of him to feel what he felt at the moment. Since he was the one who snuffed the joyful aura out of that sunshine, he deserved it all; the pain, the suffering, the punishment.

What once used to be sweet melodies felt like thousands of needles stabbing him all at the same time. Each note carelessly tore up all the old stitches Percival had been hiding under his sleeves, letting the wounds bleed out with possibilities he could have if he wasn't such a foolish bastard.

"Percy."

How his velvet voice could have called his name. 

"Would you like to hear me play?"

How his eyes would look at him lovingly.

"I miss you."

How Percival could have held him, tell him how much he loved him.

"I love you too, Percy."

For what he had done, Percival's reverie would haunt and taunt with countless images of a life he would never be able to achieve, again and again until forever ended.

He deserved it.

Compliment (Peter/Percival drabble)

Summary : Peter loves receiving feedbacks and compliments, especially if it comes from someone who he tries to impress; that certain gentleman who Peter often invites to see him during rehearsals or practicing hours.

"Have you ever heard this one?"

"I have," Percival replied. "Though I have to admit that I'm not familiar with classical music, I've heard it a few times before. Especially the beginning."

"Oh, you mean this part?" Peter said, then played the first few notes of the piece.

"Yes, that's it."

"Do you like how I play it?"

Percival hummed to himself before answering back with a genuine smile.

"I love the way you interpret it too. You were really gentle. I think that's the most gentle version I've ever listened to."

Peter's heart swelled with delight. He felt as if his whole world had brightened up when he heard Percival's comments.

"Would you like to listen to it again?"

"Aren't you tired?"

"I have to practice this piece anyway, so why not?"

Percival didn't object. He leaned back into the chair, both hands cupping a mug of warm tea on his lap.

"Whoever lives with you must be so lucky." Percival glanced at the piano, then Peter. "Must feel like heaven, to be able to hear this everyday."

Peter was tempted to respond to that remark, but this was already a heaven to him. This was enough.

Besides, he was afraid that his response might ruin this moment they were having.

So he kept himself silent, and let the sound of music bury his unspoken wish back inside the deepest part of his mind.

"You could be that lucky person, you know?"

.

.

.

.

.

The second round of practice was done.

Peter looked up and turned to the chair, now empty. In fact, it had always been empty since–

No

Peter halted his thoughts from reaching the reason why the usual spot was left unoccupied.

It was awfully quiet today.

No audiences, no applauses, no praises. The moment Peter stopped, the room suddenly fell silent, no more compliments afterwards.

"I'm sure you like this, don't you?"

No responses.

So Peter began playing for the third, forth, fifth or more times, while he let his mind fabricate all the possible comments he could get if he was here.

"You did well, Peter."

"I love you."

"Still as gentle as ever."

"I really love you."

"I like how you play it."

"I love you too, Peter."

Even if he had to keep practicing until his wrist hurt, or all of his fingers trembled from soreness, Peter would be more than willing to do so.

He would do everything to hear those compliments, or Percival's compliments, or just his voice again.

He would do everything, just to have those moments back.

Just to have Percival back.

Peter/Percival drabble #5

Summary : When sorrow bled clear from his eyes, Peter couldn't stop himself from playing.

It was beautiful; both the song and its inspiration. This was one of his best works so far; probably because he was pouring out his heart and soul while composing this piece back then. 

The imagery was still vivid in his mind. Whenever he played it, he always saw himself on the balcony late at night, gazing at the moon with pure admiration and love. 

Even though he knew well that it was impossible, that no matter how hard he tried, how far he reached out his hand, it was not for him to own. He would never be able to be there; with the moon, with him. 

Yet his heart wouldn't listen, and that was why he couldn't stop; neither his fingers from playing, nor the warm streak of tears from rolling down his cheek.

Unfinished draft of the day is on the way :'D

For more context; Percy sneaks up from behind and covers Peter's eyes while he's practicing.

It's not much, but most of my drafts aren't anything much anyway so–

Another draft dump because why not?

This is a continuation of the previous post, where Peter was challenged by Percy to play with his vision completely blind.

(He got a kiss last time btw)

This time, Percy proposed another challenge, but would Peter be able to earn his well-deserved rewards? We will never know.

Or maybe I know but I just won't post this entire thing on here

I'm back at it again. :D

Not sure where this will lead me to, but I hope I'll see it soon. And I hope it won't turn to angst

For those who's wandering, it's Peter daydreaming about him and Percy in different places.

If I could, I would kiss away all your scars.

If I could, I would help you ease your pain, chase the sorrow away from your eyes.

I would do anything in my power to see you a little bit happier. I would suffer for you. I would carry your despair. I would trade all the happiness I have in my life for whatever you have, if it means I could see your smile once more.

Still, deep down inside, I'm fully aware that even if I do all those things, even if I sacrifice myself for the sake of your happiness, I would never be able to replace him.

I know that I could never be him.

But if I could be something of use to you, then use me all you want.

I don't mind at all.

At least seeing you happy makes me happy.

I think I didn’t introduce this AU properly when I posted the "Warmth", "Rêverie", and "Good Things about Percival Morton" drabbles. So let me sit back for a while and rearrange my thoughts for a bit.

Okay, I’m ready. Here we go again.

May I present to you, ‘Percival meets Peter Smith-Kingsley because why not?’ AU.

The story started in 2016, two years after Kingsman : The Secret Service, which means James died for real. Percival’s emotional state was a total trainwreck and never actually recovered from the loss. No matter how much he tried to act as if he was fine, at the end of the day he was still broken. He would come home, mourned every night he saw the bed he shared with his husband empty.

It went like this for two years after James's death. Time helped ease the pain a little bit. However, it would take only one trip to Italy to render his recovery process back to zero again.

It could be either a long-term mission or a vacation. I haven't decided on this yet. One thing for sure was during his stay in Rome, fate sent him another twisted and cruel test in the form of one young pianist, who looks almost identical to James.

Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Peter Smith-Kingsley.

I like to imagine they met on a street or in a cafe. Like, Percival was enjoying his coffee when another customer came in and sat at the table not very far from him. And when he glanced at the newcomer’s face, he was shocked to see his husband there, except that he looks about ten years younger.

It took years for Percival to heal from the loss, to put himself together, to forget the pain. All the efforts he took to overcome grief immediately diminished at the moment he saw Peter, when the face he just saw reminded him of what he had lost.

On the other hand, the young pianist was fascinated by the sight of a man he saw. It might sound cheesy if he called it ‘love at first sight’, but that was the closest words to describe how he felt the moment he locked eyes with this one stranger.

Peter felt attracted to Percival since they first met.

Percival wanted to push Peter away, but at the same time he also wanted to keep him, as he saw Peter as a remedy to the loneliness he had been enduring since James was gone.

A second chance, even.

Meanwhile, Peter was more than willing to offer his sincerity, his warmth, his feelings, basically everything he had to get to know Percival more. 

He wouldn’t mind being a placeholder. As long as Percival was happy, that was all it mattered.

And that marked the start of their journey.

Since my attention span is too short to write anything longer than 2000 words, I decide to make this a series of drabbles about them in different situations. I'll start posting them more from now on(hopefully).

There’s a bit of an age difference, but not so different here. Peter is 26, while Percival is 36 in this AU. So prepare for the 'you're too young to be with me' excuse. Actually, there's a lot of excuses Percival could come up with.

You can find works and drabbles related to them in my Peter/Percival tag.

Not sure if I've stated this before, but my headcanon for Percy is that he's taller than Peter.

(Did you know that Percival's actor is about 6.3 ft tall? I can't believe it either😂)

Here's a height chart of my tall depressed secret agent and his small cutie pianist, so you can see their height differences.

Does this mean Peter has to stand on his tiptoes to give Percy a kiss? Probably.

I've been wanting to share this with you all for a while.

I like listening to music that fits to the characters or the scene I'm writing. Here I've gathered some classical pieces which I see fits the personality, the different situations, and the overall mood of this tiny ship I adore with all my heart.

Prepare to hear a handful of Ravel, Chopin, and Debussy in this, not because they're my favorite composers at all. Cough

But really, Ravel suits Peter so well in my opinion. Many of his pieces are gentle, flowy, dreamy; just like my precious piano boy🥰 And Chopin perfectly represents Peter's more pessimist, gloomy side he tries to bury it away from Percival's sight, only letting it out when he's alone in a lonely night.

If you have any suggestions on a piece I should add into this playlist, please don't refrain yourself from expressing your thoughts🤗

Percival rarely cared about the moon.

To him it was just a one big bright spot on the sky at night, nothing so special about it. He never appreciated its beauty. He couldn't understand why people found it fascinating. 

Then he met someone who loved the moon. A certain someone who loved to sit at the balcony at night, who found his mind at peace when idly gazed at the glowing presence among the ink black sky, who told him about many arts, many classical pieces which inspired by the moon. And that Clair de Lune, Percival’s favorite, was among them.

Cool breezes gently caressed his skin. It was pretty late, and the air was getting colder, especially with the absence of someone he knew.

As he took in the view before him; the dark canvas which spreaded across the horizon, sprinkled with twinkles of stars. The brightest one of all was also there; the floating silvery light, perfectly round on the full moon night.

To him the moon was still the same. It never got any prettier, but it reminded him of someone; of many fond memories, of many moment they shared, of what he had let go too easily.

Peter

Why your name still resides in my mind?

Why your presence lingers for so long?

It's been years since that day but it seems like you never intended to leave my mind.

Why every time I hear classical music playing somewhere, it always takes me back to Rome? To that chair where I took a seat and listened to heavenly sounds delivered by those fingers.

Every occasion which I find myself wandering on the streets in Italy, why I always silently wish I could see you there as well?

I started going to concerts since you introduced me to the world of classical music, but night after night I always leave with dissatisfaction. It never feels fulfilling. Even when the pianist plays my favorite pieces, it never seems to bring me joy and delight like you do. 

What is your secret, Peter? Is it because of your extraordinary skills, or there is something else?

And why I can't seems to forget you? The more I want to forget, the more I remember about our time. They are as vivid as yesterday. Sometimes I can still feel your hand on mine, our fingers intertwine just like what I used to do.

Is this a bless or a punishment? I would never know.

But I want to know why.

Why I still remember you?

Why can't I just forget about you and move on?

Why?