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Not Me, Combing The Depths Of The Internet, To Still Get My Hands On Some Percilot Fanbooks.
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
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Hello, my constant readers. I'm back on my Kingsman bullshit in a major way. I've been writing enough that I have a backlog to post, and I thought I should just go ahead and get that done already. Look forward to new chapters every Friday. You can consider this the next major installment in the Kingsman universe @bearfeathers and I have set up.
Chapter One: Memento Mori
This will be a standalone story, with other side stories posted to the Shattered Circle drabble collection. We've been cooking this one a long time, just until the canon falls out and leaves us with tender, juicy prose.
If you like this fic, please check out The Shattered Circle Drabble Collection and Bon Dia! - the infamous Barcelona story.
You might also enjoy previous installations of fic, though they're no longer considered canon to this verse (although bits and pieces might show up). I've Lost My Heart to a Man with a Smoking Gun
There is also the now-completed In Bloom, an AU about a florist and a lepidopterist that pine like trees.
Thank you so much for reading - and remember that a kind comment or kudos goes a long way. Support your local artists. :)
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.Â
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.)