Stormy Skies

TW: Fluff, oc x canon, a bit of a poor Scottish accent, a hint of angst with some gender dysphoria

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The booming thunder mixed with the pitter patter of rain outside would normally be a calming sound. It would except it wasn’t doing anything this time around for the brunet, his eyes staring into themself through the reflection of the bathroom mirror. His hands were grasped tightly on the edge of the sink with small tremors as his grip tightened when his gaze shifted down to his chest and torso. The still slightly visible, jagged scars under his pectoral muscles still visible after eighteen months, lower on stomach to his right side were just a few of many new bullet wound scars, the injured flesh still healing. His eyes shifted back to his face and his eyes narrowed as a frown formed on his lips, his shaking becoming more prominent; his mind distracted that he hadn’t heard the front door of the flat open and close nor the footsteps getting closer.

“Mykie? Where ya at?” A familiar Scottish voice spoke up from the bedroom, making Mykyta jump a bit. He looked over at the doorway of the bathroom just as Soap got over there. “There ya ‘re, lad. I was wonderin’ where ya were.” He smiled before it faded when he saw the tears starting to spill down the shorter man’s cheeks, making him worry. “Och, why the tears m’eudail?” He asked softly as he gently wiped the tears away with his thumb.

He flinched when he was touched but melted into the taller man’s touch after a few seconds. “The usual.” That was the only thing he needed to say. “I look at the mirror and what I see hurts, Johnny…” He whispered as he felt a new wave of tears roll down his pale cheeks. “Even after everything I still see it.” His voice was wobbly as he spoke up.

“Hm…well all I see ‘ere is a bonnie lad. My bonnie lad.” Johnny spoke as his hands slipped down to his waist and gently pulled him closer as his arms wrapped around him. “Yer a handsome lad ‘nd nothin’ more; ah promise.” He whispered softly in his ear, his voice soft and full of love. “Now how ‘bout we go ‘nd cuddle for a wee bit, aye?” Mykyta rested his head on his chest as he nodded, he could his left leg trying to give out as old wounds had been aggravated once more from the past mission. 

“Sounds good, perfect weather for cuddles too.” He mumbled as he melted into his touch. He was his safe haven whenever he needed it, especially in times like this. It didn’t take a second more before Mykyta was picked up, causing him to yelp. “Johnny-!”He gripped onto his shirt as the taller man chuckled as he held his lover.

“Aye, love?” Johnny asked innocently as he looked at Mykyta with a goofy grin on his lips, and he started to walk towards the bedroom and he earned a laugh from the smaller brunet. “Got somethin’ to say?” He raised brow teasingly. He loved hearing his laugh and it brought a smile to his face each time. 

“Don’t drop me.” Mykyta huffed with a small smile making an appearance on the smaller man’s face. He yelped and laughed when they were now laying on the bed, Johnny looking at him with a goofy grin still plastered on his face as he rested his head on his chest. “You goof,” He snorted as he ruffled his hair.

Johnny chuckled as he looked at him and kept his arms wrapped around him, the sound of the storm faded into the sound of his lover’s heartbeat as his head rested on his chest. “Could just stay ‘ere forever,” He hummed as he looked at him with a loving look in his eyes. Mykyta nodded as he sighed contently, the thoughts from earlier faded away as he snuggled with him. There was peaceful silence between the two besides soft whispers of ‘I love you’s and other soft promises and the soft, comforting pitter patter of the rain outside with the stormy skies.