#no one has the heart to tell legolas that the pink washes him out

[elvish-sky]

One day, Aragorn shows up with blue hair. Not fully blue, just a few streaks.

Naturally, Legolas immediately decides that he has to dye his hair because no one can have more fabulous hair than him. He dyes it green. It looks pretty good.

This fad goes through the Fellowship, Gimli bleaching his hair and doing purple streaks, Frodo goes with some tasteful blue tips, Sam matches Legolas with some green streaks (“Us plant lovers have to stick together, Mr. Elf.”), Merry and Pippin squabble over it but eventually Merry gets red highlights and Pippin gets orange streaks. Boromir gets blue to match Aragorn.

The real shock comes a week later when Gandalf shows up with ombré pink ends.

Pippin immediately insists on changing his hair to match.

Eventually, the entire Fellowship has some amount of pink hair. Legolas went all out and dyed all his hair pink.

Thranduil was furious.

#no one has the heart to tell legolas that the pink washes him out #and clashes with his green clothes #he figured it out eventually and his whole wardrobe changes to pink #there was an interventtion #legolas #aragorn #shitpost #gimli #boromir #frodo #merry #pippin #sam gamgee #Gandalf #the fellowship of the ring #1k #2k #3k

[its-percival-not-percy]

percilot with their daughter roxy after she is kidnapped sorry but i love the idea of it and cant get it out of my hear

THis took me like forever. I finished it four weeks ago, actually, but had to check it for mistakes first. That took some time.Still, English is not my first language and there will be mistkaes, probably a lot of them. I’m terribly sorry, I’m still learning and I need this to do so. Short version: sorry for my terrible english.Also, to clear this up a bit: In @agent-lance-a-lot and my verse, James survived Argentina, but bears the scars and has to leave active duty. Also, for the sake of the story, Martin and James adopted James’ niece Roxy already. Percivals name here is Martin (Percival Alastair Spencer, born Church, yes we had difficulties agreeing on a name so we took all of them).It takes place after V-Day, Chester King is already gone, James and Martin married. Enough bla, have fun. Sorry sorry sorry again.

Percy knows he won’t be happy about the stains in his suit when he comes back. Richard will have quite a time cleaning it from blood, and maybe bits and pieces of what used to be human beings, although he wouldn’t call them that.

They have Roxy. His Roxanne, their Roxanne.

Her kidnappers are not human, not to him, they’re enemies, obstacles on his way to get her, to save her, to bring her home. They probably hurt her, and just this tiny thought brings up the rage again, like a fire that burns colder than ice inside his chest, replacing his heart.

“Lancelot Senior, Percival, I need you in control, ASAP.” Merlins voice sounds worried, the sentence calm but somewhat shaky over the comm. Martin can see James’ face. This is serious, but somehow strange to call both of them. He can see him frown at the mention. Senior. It will take a while until he can live with that title, even if he knows, that he is lucky to still be here, after what happened in Argentina. Not only with Kingsman, but with Martin, with Roxy, after being cut in a half and sewn together again, brought back to life by a mysterious serum, turned into a mindless killing-machine and being found by Martin and Harry in the end. It will take time to heal, and Martin knows it never will completely. He still has the fine, nearly invisible white scar on his face to remind him every morning, being more perceptible on his chest and back. He still has the slight limp in his walk, a steady reminder why he retired from the field far too young and gave his position to Roxy. Lancelot, Lancelot Junior for the record.

But Martin is thankful for it, for every scar that reminds him of one thing: James came back. He came back to him and Roxanne.

There is silence for a minute, a minute in which they only look at each other, and it’s not until later that they realize why, it’s not until later that both of them already know what happened and what is wrong, by the tone of Merlins voice, by the way they are both summoned to control.

It’s not until later, when they listen to Merlin carefully and calmly explaining about Juniors mission, what they know, and what they don’t, that Martin and James understand, that they were both preparing for the worst.

There are green letters flashing in front of his eyes, distracting him from the scene when he scans the doors with his glasses.

Your signal is getting worse, we may lose contact soon.

He blinks an “Understood” back to Merlin, not moving until it’s sent, before he walks further. He lost audio when he entered the building, and according to Merlin, his feed went dark several times already.

It means that he is alone now - just like Roxy had been when she reached this far. There is a difference, though. She wasn’t prepared. And Martin still burns, his reflexes even better than before, he is faster. He is more brutal.

And right now, he is nearly soaked in blood, but his mind sharp than ever. There are two corridors, one dimly lit, the other dark. Two more doors reveal storage rooms with no life-signs, while he got several from the dark corridor. Of course it is dark.

He carefully draws his pistol, having left his umbrella at the door. He needs his hands free, in case he has to carry Roxy out.

Please. Please god let her be okay

“You are not going. You are not even remotely cleared for field work by Morgana, you will only get yourself killed!”  Martin is sure that he had used the same argument over and over again, but it was still to no use to his stubborn husband, who currently walks up and down in front of him, his slight limp even more visible now that he is pressuring himself. The urge to grab his shoulders and sit him down, to force him to take a break grows in Martin, but he knows better. Even if he can see that walking hurts his husband. It’s just another reason to make him stay where he is safe.

“But she is our daughter, Marty! I can’t- God, if I let her down now-” His voice breaks, his eyes wet. It huts Martins heart, but still - he can’t let him come along. There is a reason James retired from field work, and it’s not only PTSD. He can’t run fast or long without being in pain, his hand is not as steady as it used to be, and right now, he is angry. Unpredictable. Martin can control his anger, it doesn’t control him, but he is never sure about James.

“-you will do her a great favor, because I can’t save her, if I have to protect you in there as well!” he takes a step forward and catches James’ hand, makes him stand still and look at him. He can see the tears.

“I will stay in the car! I’ll wait for you there, and help you when you get back! I’ll be back-up, Roxy was in there alone, you shouldn’t be!” His voice grows even more desperate now. Martin knows how he feels. He is scared too, but hides it better. It will crash down later, after he did what had to be done, after freeing - and yes, freeing, because Roxy has to be alive, he would never doubt that - their girl, get her to safety, for her sake, for his, for James’.

“You’ll stay on the comms. Roxy is okay. I’ll get her. You get to talk to her. It’s going to be alright, okay?” Maybe it’s easier for him, because he can actually and actively do something, he wonders, while he pulls James into a hug, pulling him close as if to physically make a promise.

“Just… get her back, okay? And come back in one piece. That is all that matters.” James gently adjusts Martins tie again, as if to distract his fingers.

“Promise.” He knows he can’t promise that. If he is too late.. If… He doesn’t even want to think about it. Yet still he lays a hand on James’ shoulder, careful about affection in the wrong moment, trying to keep up the professionalism he needs. He tells himself that it is just another mission, just another mission to get an agent back. As if it is any agent.

He tells himself that he has a simple task.

And still he can’t stop the rage washing over him, when he arrives and kills through a room of people.

He strokes her hair back and tries his best to smile.

“Let’s just get you out of here, okay?” She nods and frowns a second later, closing her eyes and taking far too long to open them again. “Can you walk?” He doesn’t even wait for an answer to the rhetorical question. There is blood on her forehead and temple, her eyes are narrowed and he sees a concussion if it talks to him, so he only takes a moment to adjust his grip and makes sure that her head rests against his shoulder, before he lifts her off the ground. Maybe it’s adrenalin that makes him going, but he manages to get her out of room and building faster than he got in.

“Percival to Merlin. I’ve got Lancelot.She’s stable but I think she’s got a concussion, so get us Morgana. Probably dehydration, a cracked rib or two.” he puts her in the passenger seat and can’t help but smile when he hears the voice on the other end not being Merlin but James.

“Someone wants to talk to you.” He gets a spare earpiece, glasses and the blanket from his bag in the backseat and wraps her in. She looks exhausted, tired beyond words, pale with dark shadows under eyes, but she is here. She is alive, he saved her.

“I’ll get you to HQ and home in no time.” he promises her and kisses her forehead gently, before closing the door.

The entire way back he can listen to the small stories and anecdotes James tells her, and Roxy responding with small hums or even a quiet laugh. He himself would love to hold her hand or stroke her hair, but needs both of them to drive them home safely, so he looks to his left every so often to make sure she is still awake, still okay. It’s halfway through London that her eyes close and she falls asleep. He is sure that it is sleep and nothing worse, so he just lets her.

“We’ll be there in ten.” He updates James and Merlin, keeping his eyes on the street and his mind just with that.

Two cracked ribs, a concussion, dehydration and a bit of blood loss, nothing a few days of rest and some painkillers won’t cure. Morganas diagnosis comes as a relief to them, as Martin and James both took a seat in Roxys room in the infirmary, both refusing to leave, even though she is sleeping now, bundled up the way james always does. She is not four anymore, but Martin knows it’s as much for his sake than for hers. There is a crocheted pink pig next to her head, Legolas, a joke only the three of them know. Martin remembers the first time she brought this thing around. It was his first mission in france, when he got captured himself. James had smuggled a tiny Roxy into this same room, a tiny Roxy with a tiny stuffed animal called Legolas. He can’t even remember why she called it that, but it became a nice tradition. The longest time… Yes. The longest time it spent with a comatose James.

Martin can see him fidgeting, he’s still not quiet, still hasn’t calmed down. He knows it will take time until his husband actually can. It’s not until he knows exactly what happened, how their daughter - their daughter, officially now - deals with it. The risk is in the job description, and still they take it bad. Martin knows, and he knows that James does too.

He just gently takes his hand, relieved when his husband grabs it.

“She’ll be okay. Let her rest.” Martins hair is still damp from the shower and it leaves a dark wet mark on James’ suit jacket, when he puts his head on his shoulder and an arm around his waist.

“I know… I just… don’t want to leave her. What if she wakes up, all alone, and I’m not here- again?” His voice sounds thin, as if he is holding back tears. Again.

“She is not alone. We’re here. Galahad is back from his assignment. We both need to sleep. Besides, you talked to her over the comms. You did good, even without being out there.”

“I should have-”

“What? Come with me? Two people to worry about? I won’t let that happen, neither will Harry, Merlin, Roxanne. You are here, you are safe, and this is already the biggest help. Knowing there is somebody to come home too? Don’t tell me you like the feeling.” There is a sigh, a jaw movement, but no response at first.

“What if you are the one… not coming home? We nearly lost Roxy, what if-” Again, he can’t finish the sentence before Martin cuts in.

“I will always come home. You know this as well as I do, I can’t leave the country. And I sure as hell won’t take another mission-partner, not even Roxanne. Besides, she is at best with Galahad. We are the safest we can be. And you are, too. Understood?” He can see that James never anticipated a discussion or even a talk about the topic. They fall silent for a few minutes, silent like the room, with Roxanne still asleep. It’s not the best situation, but sitting here… It makes Martin even more sleepy than before. It’s not until then that James finally says something, thankfully disturbing the silence before Martin nods off completely. Every mission is tiring, even he is not twenty anymore.

“Stop being so bossy, I’m not a child anymore,” It’s a calmer response than minutes before. “besides, you’re getting my shoulder wet. I’ll tell Harry you cried like a baby. He’ll take you off duty for a week, and I get to spend time with you two, how about that?” Oh, that sounds good. Sleep and tea, coddling Roxy until she throws them out. Nice.

“Sleeping included?”

“No, you’ll stay awake the entire time. As well as Roxy, you had enough rest.” Oh, sarcasm. It’s rare, it’s not James’ form of humor. Martin tries to hide his smile.

“I’ll get the chocolate.”

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