Rverie

Rêverie

Pairing: Peter/Percival

Genre: Fluff, with a little bit of angst

First of all, this is written in second person PoV. "You" in this drabble is Percival. (Not you readers! This is not x reader fic lol.)

And I highly recommend reading this while listening to Rêverie by Claude Debussy. Do it. There's a reason for this and you'll know why.

This morning is quiet and serene; something you really appreciate after you have dealt with loads of paperworks for almost an entire week.

Now, you are lying on the bed, leisurely enjoying the peacefulness this morning brings to you. You have been absent-mindedly gazing at the white curtain since you are awake, watching it flutter along with waves after waves of gentle breezes.

That is when you start to notice; there is no arm or leg wrapping around you like usual. Where is he? You roll over to look at the other side of the bed. It’s empty; no traces of warmth left when you lay your hand on the sheet. Same goes for the pillow. He must have already gone long ago.

Then you hear something; the answer to your prior question comes in the form of faint melodies softly playing in the distance. So you decide to get up, stretch yourself a little bit, then leave the bedroom.

The music is getting clearer and clearer as you walk down the corridor. When you start going downstairs, you finally recognize the song; it is one of his favorite classical pieces. Peter probably has mentioned the name before but you always failed to remember it. It sounds dreamy, and makes you feel like you're in a dream-like state.

And there he is.

Peter, still in his navy blue satin pajamas, is playing piano in the living room. Rays of morning light from one of the windows shines on him. The way his hair shimmers, how his skin glows brighter under the sunlight, everything makes him look like an angel.

The sight before you seems almost too good to be true. He is so young, graceful, and breathtaking. Everything feels unreal.

And yet, there he is.

In your house.

Yours.

"Morning, dear," Peter greets you, while his eyes still focus on the keyboard beneath his hand.

"How did you know I’m here? "

"Instinct." He smiles as he answers.

"Oh, am I interrupting you? "

"Quite the contrary, amore," Peter replies. You would never get tired of his endearment. He speaks Italian now and then even after moving back to London to live with you, and you absolutely adore it. "Actually, this daily practice interrupts me from admiring you.

You cannot help but smile back. You walk across the room to join him on the same bench, watching his fingers working magic on the keyboard, and also fighting back the urge to lean on his shoulder.

"Did you sleep well? " Peter asks. He slows down the tempo until it’s more like casually playing rather than an actual practice.

"Mm."

"There’s some coffee left." He makes a gesture towards the kitchen. "I can make some pancakes for you too, if you like."

"No, no. You don’t have to. I don’t want to bother you,"

And that is when Peter stops playing. He turns to face you. One hand withdraws away from the piano to caress your cheek. His touch is tender, as if you are his most precious person ever.

Wait, you are.

"You’re never a bother to me, my dear Percy." His voice, the way he calls your name makes your heart warm and fuzzy. You cannot help but lean into his hand, wanting more of his warmth, his lovingly gaze, everything.

If heaven existed, this would be it. This is your definition of heaven.

"Percival? "

Strange. He just called you by your pet name. Why would he starts calling you by your-

"Percival? "

The second call of your full name startles you, shattering the dreamy illusion you’ve created without knowing as you snap back to reality again; no more blissful morning, no more sitting side by side.

And you are not in your own house, but in a studio, sitting on a chair with your head tilting to the side a little bit.

It was all just a dream, of course.

You would never have a chance to live like that again. There is no more ‘living happily ever after’ waiting for you, no second chances, not since–

"You’ve been staring at the wall for a while now, is everything all right? " Peter asks with a puzzled look on his face.

No, but I'll pretend to be fine just like I always do. You thought, as you straightened yourself back to your usual stoic persona; the mask you always wear and doesn't have a plan to take them off anytime soon.

"Yeah, I just…I think I was daydreaming a bit."

"How fitting. The piece I just played for you is called ‘Rêverie’." Peter gives you a reassurement smile. "Don’t worry, I got the same reaction as yours when I heard this the very first time. It sounds so dreamy, don’t you think? "

"I think so," You said. "It was so beautiful."

His smile grows wider. And you are, too. Especially when you–

No.

Stop it.

Stop.

"Whenever I hear this piece, I imagine myself settling down with someone I love. We would sit on a bench together while I played something."

It doesn't help at all when Peter's vision is awfully accurate to what you’ve had in mind earlier. Is this a sign? You wonder. Is this a sign for me to finally move on?

But what about him?

"How about you? What were you daydreaming about? "

Us.

"Good old memories." You lied, of course. You always do.

But it’s probably better than telling the truth.

You're not ready for that.

I received a package a few days ago and I still can't get over waistcoat Perci and a slightly to mildly slutty James.

I absolutely adore this fanbook and I'm so happy, I still could get my grabby hands on one.

Artist: @m1211nasu

They definitely are one of the people, who did -hands down- the prettiest Percilot fanart back in the days

Percilot Gothic Horror AU

This AU is inspired by the song below.

It all started in a modern day. Percy was invited to his friend's countryside manor for a summer vacation. Despite being there for the first time ever, the place gave Percy a nostalgic feeling the moment he stepped in. It felt like coming back home, as if he used to be there before.

On the first night, Percy had a dream of dancing in a fancy ballroom with another man. He had no idea who he was dancing with since he couldn't see the other man's face properly(it could be a masquerade ball or Percy just couldn't remember after waking up). However, he felt attracted to that man, the dancing partner in his dream. Percy was happy to be with him, at some point he almost wished that they could dance forever.

As Percy continued to stay in the manor, dreams also occurred more frequently, more vivid in details as if it actually happened. He dreamt about going to a picnic, reading a book in a study room, and taking a stroll near the manor with this mysterious man staying next to his side in every dream. But the strangest thing happened during late night when maids in the manor found Percy, still in sleepwalking state, dancing alone in the corridor.

Percy, with help from his friend, started to do some research about the place and its previous owner. Until they found an old painting collecting dust in the corner of the attic. It was a painting of a man, probably in the Victorian era.

"James…"

Somehow, this name popped up in Percy's mind when he saw the painting. And when they turned it around, there was a name written on the other side of the canvas. 

It's James. James Spencer.

At this point, everyone was very much concerned about Percy's condition and decided to send him to stay at the nearest hotel. Then, on the night that was supposed to be his last night, Percy had a dream again. But this time James was also there, pleading, begging him to stay, saying that he couldn't bear the thought of losing him again.

From now on, the story continued. As Percy dug through the history of the previous owner's tragic past, unraveled secrets hiding in the manor until he discovered the truth about himself.

Or rather, the truth about his past.

(Summary : It's ghost James and human Percival. They were lovers in their past life, but for some reason James's soul was still bound to the manor, while Percival was reincarnated into the persent-day Percy.)

Not me, combing the depths of the internet, to still get my hands on some Percilot fanbooks.

Me, finally sleeping in peace, after my fear of this masterpiece getting lost during transit has been put to rest:

Artist: @fromchive

All my art posts consist of sketches and unfinished art anyway, so why not throw another random af sketch from one of my studies at you guys?

*throws sketch*

Nice catch