James Spencer - Tumblr Posts
Oh boi, I will have to hold a full blown ted talk on "Why I've chosen James"
"Please James," Alistair sighed wearily, "Just pass it off to Merlin. Let him look into it."
"So he can send Harry, I don't think so." James scoffed, fixing his tie.
Rolling his eyes, Alistair pushed himself further up against the headboard and reached for his cigarettes, "You've seriously for to let go of this ridiculous rivalry." He grunted, lighting up. He inhaled deeply, allowing the thing to ease his rising stress. "Especially as it's all in your head."
"Of course it is, golden boy Hart doesn't need to compete with anyone. " James muttered bitterly. "I seriously don't get what everyone sees in him."
"He's an brilliant agent."
James scoffed again, reaching for his waistcoat, "So brilliant he missed a garade."
"That was twelve years ago, sweetheart. We've all fucked up at some point. "
"We don't all get to swan around like we own the place. "
Setting the cigarette in the ashtray, he flung off the covers and Max his way over to his partner. Wrapping his arms around the man's skin waist, he set his jaw on James' shoulder, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "Stay. Please." He whispered softly. "Or at least wait for me to finish my debriefing with Chester and I'll come with you."
"I don't have time. If I'm right, Professor Arnold is in danger."
"I have a bad feeling about this. " he said sternly, holding his lover's gaze.
James smiled tightly and turned on the other man's hold, dragging his fingers through Alistair sleep ruffled hair. "Go, back to bed. I'll be home before you know it. I swear. " Leaning forward, he captured Alistair mouth in a lazy kiss. "I love you." He said when they parted, and Alistair felt his stomach twist painfully.
"I love you too."
It's been a while since my last post.
For the past few weeks I've been having a writer block. I couldn't come up with anything.
So I turned to one of my hobbies, to spend my time on something, to do something more productive rather than sitting in front of an empty screen.
If yall wondering what I've been doing, this is it.
I've been making little James
His tattersalls shirt is the real pain in my back
I hate your husband's shirt
Burn them all, Percy
That's gonna be a funny talk with the firefighters.
"We were called by a concerned resident, who noticed smoke blowing over from your backyard into theirs."
"Oh no there is no problem here. I'm just burning my husband-"
*concerned looks*
"s shirts" *shows shirts*
"Oh, Jesus Christ!
They are horrible! Keep burning!"
Update : I really should've stopped at plain shirt😭
My back pain gets better but the pattern is an insult to my eyes
(For the love of god Percy, burn this shirt for me)
Now that the shirt is done, I'll make his suit jacket soon🫠
He shouldn't have let Alistair's concerns bother him, this was his chance. Finally he'd show everyone that he was just as good an agent as Harry. That he wasn't just there by default. Then perhaps the whispers, the snide remarks and judging looks would all stop.
Of course, Ali insisted it was all in his head. That no one saw him as unworthy of his place, but he didn't see the way Harry looked at him. With all that…regret.
Yeah, well Harry only had himself to blame, didn't he. If he'd done his job properly, then Lee would have survived.
But if Lee hasn't sacrificed himself to save them all, would he be Lancelot now? James didn't know, and that was the worst part.
All through training, he and Lee had been rivals, but also friends. Unlike the other recruits, Lee Unwin had been a genuinely decent man. From the moment they'd shaken hands, James had liked him, but also envied him. He was so confident, friendly, and handsome.
And he had far better motivation to succeed. Needing to prove he wasn't the useless sod his family believed him to be, paled in comparison to Lee wanting to provide a better life for his wife and small child.
So, yes, deep down, James knew who would be sitting at that table had Harry fucking Hart done his bloody job.
Pulling up to the shop, James stepped out of the cab and jogged up the marble steps. The place was dark, still hours away from opening, but he knew it wasn't empty. He pressed the buzzer and waited. A second later the latch disconnected and he strolled inside.
"Good morning, Sir" The young security guard greeted with surprise. It was barely morning, if they were both honest. Dawn was still hours away, but James was on a deadline.
"William." James nodded with as bright a smile as he could manage at 3am and headed for the armoury.
As he stepped into the large room hidden behind one of the fitting room walls, he replayed his conversation with Alistair. The tired desperate way he'd pleaded for him not to leave.
I have a bad feeling about this.
James' stomach twisted and a shiver went through him, as he reached for a weapon. The thing was, Ali had never been wrong. He had an almost sixth sense for trouble. He'd teased him countless times about it. His own personal Peter Parker, James had joked every time the man saved their lives.
So listen to him now.
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Finally managed to make a Percilot wallpaper. I can't believe how difficult its been to come up with a concept.
The background is care of jj-247 over on DeviantART [x]
“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.” for Percilot. :3
James lays there in complete and utter contentment. He’s sure he’s never felt so at peace with the world in his life, and it;s all because of the man pressed to his side, arm resting gently across his stomach. Percy’s breath lightly plays across his chest, the morning light creeping through the curtains to highlight his slightly greying temples.
He never wants this moment to end.
Weiterlesen
Percilot Alternative Ending
The gnawing feeling followed Alistair through the rest of the morning. After James left he tried to go back to bed, but he just couldn't shut his mind off enough to fall back to sleep. So instead, he cleaned the kitchen, took a shower and decided to head into the shop early.
Sitting in the back of his cab, he stared out the window with tried itchy eyes, no idea how he was meant to focus on work while worrying about his damn idiot boyfriend. Perhaps he should have simply used a dart on the man. Regretfully, there wasn't an amnesia dart strong enough to wipe away the ridiculous vendetta he had against Harry.
Of course, Alistair knew it wasn't really about Harry. It never had been. It had always been about James' own insecurities. Deep down, he believed he wasn't good enough. That he was only there because Lee Unwin died. And it was all made worse by the guilt and shame he'd been carrying since that fateful day in 1997.
I should have done it. I should have thrown myself on that grenade. James had said one dark night after a rough mission he'd barely survived, as he sat in Alistair's living room, an half empty bottle of tequila in front of him. But I didn't react quick enough. Lee did. Lee saw it, just like he would have seen the trip wire.
Their relationship had started that night.
Alistair had often wondered if Lee's death haunted James because he'd felt more than friendship for the man. He'd never asked, hadn't wanted to know, in all honesty, but he couldn't think of another explanation for why he was still so angry.
"Sir?" His drivers voice pulled him from his thoughts.
"Thank you Jacob." He muttered, shoving open the cab door.
The shop wasn't due to open for another few hours, but Alistair was buzzed in and he made his down to the bullet train that would take him to Camelot. The journey while quicker than driving, it still left him time to think and worry.
Pulling out his phone, he typed a message. Have you arrived?
He let out a shaky sigh when he didn't instantly get a reply and swallowed thickly against his racing heart. He couldn't even lie to himself and say it was because he was underground, because Kingsman phones were made to avoid that particular issue.
He tapped his foot anxiously against the floor of the train and typed again.
Can you just tell me your safe
But still no reply. His grip tightened on his phone, if James was in the middle of a rescue or fleeing he obvious would be able to take five seconds to text back.
But he also wouldn't be able to text back if he were dead.
By the time the bullet began to slow, Alistair had made up his mind to go visit Merlin and demand he find James.
Alistair's eyes widened when the doors opened to reveal his idiot boyfriend.
"What's got you lookin' so worried?"
"Why didn't you answer my texts." Alistair all but yelled, his voice echoing off the walls.
James has the good sense to look guilty, "I figured you were on your way her so why bother."
"Why bother?" He growled, clenching his fists at his side. "I'd hit you if I didn't love you so much."
James smiled and took a step forward, pulling Alistair into a hug, "I love you too. And I'm sorry." He added quietly before leaning in to kiss him.
With a satisfied hum, Alistair pulled back, "Your forgiven, but we should stop for Merlin makes us clean out the kennels again.
James smiled, "It'll be worth it." He muttered, leaning it again.
It was another couple of minutes before they finally separated, and it occurred to Alistair to ask, "What about your rescue mission?"
"I decided to heed your warning. I gave all my information to Merlin instead. He said he'd look into it."
With a long relieved exhale, Alistair nodded, "Good. Thank you."
Canon Compliant Version
Uhm…..
Sexy James Spencer the fencer redraw?
My break sketches of the day:
I have to fill my "James was an Olympic-level, épée fencer before he joined Kingsman" - headcanon with some content
One of them is an older sketch of mine from a previous post (yes, this headcanon is the reason I drew the little fencing guys "for fun" in the first place)
I have to colour this later
Brush: Allrounder by Esben Lash
Thinking about Percilot and James always complaining about how he hates wearing all black suits cause they’re penguin suits and Percival says nothing. Expect the next day there’s a small penguin plush in James’s office with a handkerchief with a small ‘P’ on it.
(Much later, a small yellow penguin plush with a line of stitches on one of it’s wings makes it’s way to Percival’s desk. Percival nearly cries at the sight, and does when he feels arms wrap around him.)
📁📂 Whatever. Gimme the Percilot feels.
Just imagine Percy and James celebrating easter together. Lil’ Roxy and James create the eggs and stuff while Percy tries to decorate the house and some bushes beyond their home.
Later James hides all the eggs at places which are really hard to find, but Roxy knows her uncles and so she climbes through the house and garden while Percy eats all the chocolate and James laughs at Roxys seeking. Both, Percy and James are very proud of their nice and they know that one day she’ll join Kingsman as one of the first women in agency history.
Update on my little James little voodoo doll
IT IS DONE
MY SUFFERING HAS ENDED
It is worth my back pain after all😭 This is my biggest project I've ever done. My first doll and it's my lovely James. He's so cute. So petite.🥺
Since it turned out well I think I'll crochet another doll to accompany him, so my little blorbo boi won't be so lonely.
Yes, I'll crochet Percival next🥰
thank god Percy isn't such a fancy ass like James so his outfit would be much easier to make
–Kingsman & Instagram
(thank you very much to @leggsyunwin and @unwinthehart for your lovely help~~ :) )
Kingsman percilot (english/ original korean version)
Before his last mission.
trying to seductively get on my knees for you but my knees crack so loud it echoes and i’m stuck there for five minutes
I was doing some studies and @eveningearlgrey told me this lil guy looks like Perci's and James' son and now I can't unsee it 😫
Brush: Procreate HB Pencil