Micky x Percy (Butterkins) Fan Fiction
Secret Santa was: @thatrosewoodwriter
Fic Summary: Taking place after the events of Princess in Practice, this fan fiction is an imagining of Micky and Percy and what they did next.
Thank you @rwchsecretsanta for organising the whole thing.
Iām sorry itās so long xjsjsje I got pretty carried away.
Note for @thatrosewoodwriter
Hey Charley. I was your Secret Santa, sneaky me. You might have already guessed that because I think I was pretty bad at hiding it. Anyway, I was very happy when I found out I got you, we were already friends (and continuing to develop our friendship) but I was delighted. Youāre a great friend that I love talking to, and you never seem to run out of interesting stories to talk about. You are also very talented, with singing, writing, making art etc, and it blows me away. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fic. Even though I donāt usually really write, I tried my best. As I said, I am very happy that I got you and I hope you like it.
Nine in the morning, before breakfast, Percy was walking in the Tompkins Gardens in a dark blue bath robe, under the vivid pastel blue sky.
Percy had always adored the gardens - wise like several football pitches put together.
Plants and flowers of extreme beauty and colours, rosy pink, glowing blue, fluorescent greens surrounding him, nature at its best, beautiful and bright. He walked on the smooth gray stone pavement, his hands in his pockets, on his left side a bush wall with different coloured flowers.
In the middle of the gardens, was a big fountain, at the centrepiece of it, a white statue of Aphrodite, the greek Goddess of love, a paper white life size statue, her hair tied back and a warm smile on her face, wearing a white robe.
Percy slowly walked his way to the very front, occasionally bending down to sniff the flowers and admiring the beauty as he walked.
Last night he hadnāt got much sleep, he admitted to himself, and he felt his energy draining as he walked.
He remembered looking around his room in the Tompkins Manor, pastel blue walls painting ironic melancholy as the walls felt like they choked him. Restlessness consumed him, and dark thoughts had wormed their malicious control into Percyās brain daily. The thoughts came to him abruptly and without control, even though Percy did his best to suppress them.
Leviathan have the Hamelin formula.
Your own father sold you out for Leviathan.
Percy physically cringed as those memories came coursing through his mind again. He shook his head, as if to literally shake the memories away.
He turned his head and saw a figure emerge from the back doors.
Micky Tompkins, his best friend.
His light blonde hair was messy, not brushed properly, and it looked annoyingly good on him, and it made Percy want to ruffle his hair. As he ran closer to Percy, he couldnāt help notice that his ocean blue eyes sparkled today. He wore a white fluffy bathing robe. Only Micky could look good in a white bathing robe, Percy thought bitterly.
āMicky,ā Percy scanned him, smiling. āHi. Walk with me?ā
Micky smiled back. āOf course.ā
They walked side by side in the heat, Percy on Mickyās left as a cool breeze found itās way down his spine. Micky suddenly felt his palms build up with sweat, and he shook his hands quickly and clenched his fists, praying Percy didnāt see anything.
This wasnāt exactly ideal, as recently, Micky had fallen more and more in love with Percy, and he prioritised looking good in front of him nowadays.
Everything Percy did, Micky couldnāt stop admiring.
His smile. His hair, that he loved to ruffle. His personality. How he held himself. Heād become more and more in love by everything he did. It was almost worrying.
Even that black bath robe he was wearing, that accentuated the black circles around his eyes, that made him look like a panda, as his eyes were sunken and his skin was pale white. Micky let out a quiet laugh.
Percy didnāt seem to notice this, he stopped walking and fell back. He went on his tiptoes, pulling a red rose lower and smelled it.
His jawline. The way he crinkled his nose. The way he closed his eyes.
Percy went down to his feet again and let go of the flower, his smile fading slowly again. He wore a withdrawn expression as they walked, looking down occasionally and chewing his lip. Mickyās heart beat quickly. What was wrong?
āAre you alright?ā asked Micky.
Percy looked at him, and slowly signed, āTired. Just a bit tired.ā He gave a small smile as if to show this.
Though Micky senses there was more to the story, than ājust a bit tired.ā
Mickyās face swiftly morphed into a mask of worry, his heart aching seeing Percy like this. āI donāt think thatās all.ā
Percy ignored this, and continued walking.
āI think I know what itās about. What... happened. And, you can talk about it, if you want. I donāt mind,ā he offered an encouraging smile, hoping that hid his anxiousness.
Percy chewed his lip again as they walked. They reached the end of the garden now, facing a large bush wall where rows and rows of different flowers popped out, and the two turned to face each other.
āAlright,ā signed Percy, his eyes burning. āI will. I just...ā he coughed. āIām still angry. My world is still loose at the seams, threatening to tear at any minute. Iām still getting over the shock, and I still have to accept-ā Percy put his hands down, and clasped them to his sides.
Micky nodded as Percyās face tightened, but he continued. āI still have to accept what he did.ā Percy didnāt need to specify who he was. His father. āIt feels like everything Iāve ever known has broken, shattered in front of me. Like I canāt trust anyone. And it will be a long time I get over it, I guess. But for now? Iām still lost.ā
He walked slowly toward the wall at the end, his hand scraping through the bush delicately, as a dark melancholy overwhelmed the air.
āIām sorry,ā Micky signed, though the action felt useless, numb, and his throat felt dry.
Micky sighed. He desperately wanted to wrap Percy up and to hide him, protect him from his own inner demons and from the horrors of the world.
If only it worked like that.
āNone of this is your fault,ā Micky signed desperately. āItās completely understandable to feel like this.ā
Percy looked at him again, raising an eyebrow. Micky mentally wished he was better at advice. The whole fiasco had only happened days ago. And, here Percy was, vulnerable for the first time that Micky could really see, and he didnāt know what to do. He couldnāt magically take the burden off his shoulders. There was nowhere they could both just go and hide in. He wasnāt a knight in shining armour, ready to protect him. He was just Micky.
āAnd, Iām here for you,ā continued Micky eventually. āYou can always talk to me. Iāll be here for you. And I will help you. I promise.ā
Percy walked away from the wall and towards him again, with a blank facial expression. Micky gulped but he continued. āWhatever you need me to do. To be there for you so you can talk it out. To distract you. To buy you Butterkist popcorn.... anything. Because, what has happened... you didnāt deserve it to happen to you. And I will keep helping you until youāre happy again. Me and Lola will help you to the very end.ā He attempted a smile.
There was a long pause. Percy eventually smiled back, and Micky exhaled, relieved.
āThank you,ā signed Percy. āI appreciate that. Iām glad you can help me,ā he paused. āAnd Iām glad I can be honest with you. So I will continue to be honest with you, too.ā
Micky nodded in response.
āIām not sure itās that easy...ā signed Percy, his facial expression hardening, though Micky could see the vulnerability etched in his eyes.
Percy fiddled with his bathrobe belt, before continuing to sign again. āThis memory. I will get better, but never the same as I once was,ā he rubbed his eyes. āAnd Iām trying to be happy, I really am,ā he blinked quickly. Micky could almost swear he saw tears building up. Micky leaned closer and held his shoulders, as Percy sighed, his hands shaking. āAnd Iāll try harder. For you. But itās difficult, because I wish things were just like how they were before-ā and before he could attempt to sign anything else, Percyās face was leaning against his shoulder, breathing heavily, his hands moving its way onto his shoulders.
Micky hugged him, placing his hands on his back. He didnāt dare move, his heart aching for his best friend.
It was a while before Percy lifted his face again, and looked at him head on.
He had stopped crying, although fresh tears were still on his cheeks. Percy held his breath and stepped back a little.
āIām sorry,ā he signed, avoiding eye contact.
āNo, itās okay,ā Micky signed. There was a pause before he continued. āLife might not go back to how it was. But things will get better from now. Things will improve. This is just a setback. I promise things will get better. But for now, you just need a distraction.
Percy exhaled again before laughing bitterly. āThen distract me,ā he grinned, as if he was challenging him.
Micky wiped the tears off Percyās face with his thumb, as he leaned closer. He stepped back again, but only to look at Percy right in the eyes, to take a deep breath, and sign āchallenge accepted.ā
And suddenly Micky was kissing him.
Percyās eyes widened as he felt his hands tremble, Micky kissing him softly, curiously. Percy placed his hands on his shoulders carefully. Micky gripped Percyās bath robe belt and pulled him closer, as they both closed their eyes.
And suddenly, energy coursed through his body, through his veins. His heart beat against his rib cage furiously, and he thought it was going to shoot out at any given moment.
He forget everything: Leviathan, Hamelin Formula, even his father, as they kissed, and Percy felt like he was floating.
Until a fresh wave of horror set over him.
He opened his eyes and abruptly stepped back.
āIām sorry,ā he signed quickly, his eyes big and his mouth wide open, as he ran off, back into the house, leaving Micky in the garden.
Michael Tompkins, you are worse than a stickless lollipop.
Micky wore a permanent expression of horror as he lay in his cold bed. It was night now, 10pm, and he wished the ground would just swallow him up whole.
For the whole day, he had ignored what he had done, ignored Percy, ignored Lola, stayed in his room, and when he ever had to go out, he had lurked the house like a silent ghost. He acted like he hadnāt done nor remembered anything.
But he remembered what he had done alright.
He remembered a kiss, his lips against Percyās, as soft and light as a feather.
Why did he do that? Why? Why? Why?
One minute, heās trying to help his best friend, give him advice. Percy had been washed completely by the numbness of misery, of agony, of a sadness he could barely comprehend, inner demons constantly gnawing at his mind with no mercy.
The next minute, he was kissing him, as if nothing else mattered.
And under the guise that he was distracting Percy, instead of genuinely doing something that would help him, acting on his own selfish desires.
Yet worst of all, he still enjoyed it. Enjoyed kissing him.
He remembered the gentleness, the affection of it leaving him breathless and almost knocking him off his feet, making him feel like he was floating.
The way his body felt so light he thought he was going to melt.
He rubbed his hands over his face in shame, groaning.
Youāve ruined everything, Micky. Why did you have to kiss him?
But then, he sat up suddenly. An idea brewed in the corners of his mind.
But you can fix this... maybe?
He got up from his bed speedily and sat down at his desk and scrambled for a pen and paper, hurriedly opening drawers. He eventually found some lined paper under his books, and quickly grabbing a pen, he wrote rapidly.
Meet me in the gardens, nine in the morning. I will explain myself.
He was going to apologise. It was selfish of him, to do something so problematic, and he planned on dismissing the kiss and saying it meant nothing.
Since Percy clearly didnāt like him back, and he couldnāt do anything about it.
All you can do is help him, he thought to himself, hovering behind Percyās door and pushing the note underneath it, taking deep breaths, his heart breaking slightly.
Even though the sticky air was hot and humid, a cold chill went up Percyās spine as he stood at the front of the garden, looking around nervously at the harmony of flowers.
He wrapped his arms around himself, not because it was cold, but to calm his nerves.
What did that note mean? What was Micky going to say?
His hand hovered above his lips, remembering the sensation, unsure what to think.
He squinted in the distance. He saw a figure in the distance and he felt himself exhale in relief, silly as it was.
Micky slowly walked towards him, his mouth in a thin line, and Percy felt his heart beat frantically.
āFinally,ā Percy grinned.
āPercy,ā Micky smiled, but it looked awfully sad. āI need to tell you something,ā
āIām sorry,ā he signed. āYou said ādistract meā and I took that too literally. We can pretend nothing happened, if you like, and itās okay, and Iām sorry for doing it, so incredibly sorry. We can just talk about you and everything thatās happened, from now on, and the kiss doesnāt have to mean anything, as I said,ā he signed rapidly, keeping eye contact.
When he finished, Percy felt his head thud and he felt like he had swallowed bile.
His body had previously buzzed with excitement, of curiosity, wondering what Micky had to say, tight with hopeful anticipation, but now he felt paralysed.
His bones ached, his heart had sunk. His hands were at his sides, dead, unable to move.
Percy desperately tried nodding. He only managed a single, quick one. He forced his hands to go up, they were as heavy as lead. He was about to bite his tongue and sign, āalright,ā but his hands moved differently, as if he had no control over them. āI donāt mind if that kiss means something.ā
Micky blinked repeatedly, his eyes fiery. āWhat?ā
Percy took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. His hands moved to sign, individual hand movements explaining, telling the story of how he felt, something his brain didnāt know, only his heart knew.
āYesterday, Iām going to be honest, I stopped kissing you because I was scared that it would ruin everything. That our friendship would be ruined. Because Iām not good enough for you.ā He felt his throat go dry, yet he continued. āYouāre so kind, youāre good to everyone. And understanding, I donāt need to explain whatās wrong, ever, you always just get it somehow. And, youāre really cute, youāre incredibly attractive - I always look like a middle aged man whoās been through three divorces. I canāt even sleep at night anymore because Iām so nervous after what happened. Iām a wreck. Iām broken. And scared. And I wonāt be able to be good for you. And most importantly of all, you deserve better than me anyway,ā he and shoved his hands into his pockets, balled them into fists as he dared to open his eyes.
Staring back at him, was Micky, those same wistful ocean blue eyes, but they were open wide. His mouth was open, he looked shell shocked.
āNo...ā Micky signed quickly. āNo, no. Youāre wrong. Thatās not it at all,ā
Percy raised an eyebrow. Micky continued.
āI thought you were too attractive for me. And youāre great. You care so much about everyone. Youāre so smart. And brave, after everything- after everything thatās happened. If I went through the same thing I would have broken down.ā
Percy laughed aloud, though there was no humour to it. āIāve already have.ā
āNo- thatās the thing,ā Micky walked closer towards him. āYou talked about it. You asked for help. And now I know what to do. I will help you, Percy. As you have helped me my whole life. With talking to people, with drawing when were younger. Everything. You make my life better. And I will help you get through this.
Percy felt his fists loosen, his hard facial expression soften and melt. He was about to open his mouth wide open, but before he knew it, all of a sudden, they were kissing again
A warm feeling flooded through Percyās chest in an instant. His body hummed with electricity, with heat.
Before, when Micky had said the kiss didnāt have to mean anything - as he said those words he felt like he had been pushed into a cold darkness for eternity, but as they kissed and Percy wrapped his hand around his neck, he felt like he had stepped into the sun again, embraced by warmth and into the healing sunlight.
It was the second kiss, and he still felt the same way.
Like there was a missing jigsaw piece that had been slotted into a hole in his heart he didnāt realise was there, as if Micky was a part of him.
They stopped kissing at the same time to look at each other, as Percyās head ached.
āIāll be yours,ā Micky signed slowly. āAs long as you let me. And weāll help each other.
āAnd I will,ā Percy signed quickly. āI let you. And weāll be with each other. Weāll make this work,ā
They blindly grabbed each otherās hands, squeezing tightly, a look of understanding passing between them, as they let go again and leaned in for another kiss.
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