Jesse.  // @huckleberrytmâ continued.
a part of him wanted to interrupt this sentimental talk and ask hanzo to PINCH him. could he be blamed? their entire conversation thus far was a fleeting DREAM come true. he had always grasped these fantasies as nothing more than what they were: fantasies. yet there sat the light of his life, the sole proprietor of his heart, speaking to him hopefully yet HONESTLY of their future. he knew that it all could change on the whim of a breath; he knew that there was an endless amount of obstacles stacked AGAINST their favor. but in the reflection of those dark eyes he had fallen for so many times over, ANYTHING seemed possible.
â i thought for a long time, hanzo, that i⊠you know, with the way i was carryinâ on, i doubted i would live long enough to think about all this. â BLUNT, yet so blindingly the truth. his voice was soft in a thoughtful way, and his fingers intertwined lightly with his husbandâs. â as far as i was concerned, any notion i had of⊠LOVE died right with my ma. ân again after that bad business in switzerland. â
his tongue swiped across his lower lip as he PONDERED. dogs, horses, children⊠a family. a family he couldnât have DESERVED; but who would he be to deny hanzo that as well? there was a DEEP breath taken into tired lungs, the pads of his thumbs brushing across the archerâs knuckles in an idle gesture. for a moment he swallowed, considered once more the GRAVITY of all this. children â yet another gift he did not deserve. that was a mountain he had never known how to tackle; a FEAR of being like his own father had plagued him for years. he would not wish that fate upon a single soul. but with his husband at his side, he was sure he could overcome the DEMONS his childhood had left him.
â you gave all that back to me. â jesse couldnât help the little SMILE he gave as he spoke, a chuckle so light that it could have blown away on the breeze.  â youâve already given me so much, han, and now youâre offerinâ to give me all the things I always wanted but never thought i DESERVED. â the sentiment sent him forward to place a kiss upon the archerâs cheek, sweet and tender. â if you want a family, you can be damn SURE iâll start one with ya. so long as iâm with you. â
Strange, to think that once they were so similar- one in the same, when it came to the thought of a future. Bleak- nonexistent, knowing both wished for death, but could never have the courage to end it by their own hands. It was as if the universe planned for them to come together- two lost, broken souls coming together, so they might mend over time-- become whole. To once think his fate was a thing so cruel, with no happy ending in sight. Now? A part of him became hopeful, knowing that maybe even men like them could be deserving of their own happy endings.Â
How he couldnât imagine a life without his lover, having no desire to end his story- nor theirs. A new chapter, or perhaps a new journey entirely, their book only just beginning to be written. Fresh ink laid on the page with each passing day, and for once he felt optimistic of what may come. Having children, which held resemblance to his husband, soft brown eyes that wrinkled at the edges with a smile. Freckles and tanned skin, growing old somewhere hot- where no one knew either of their names. The thought alone left a soft and dreamy look in his eyes, brow creasing at the thought. Never was he a romantic man, never cared for such fantasies- the sort of things his father would tell him, that heâd given up on long ago. Yet all it took was one man to come and turn all that around, his heart skipping beat- much like his younger self, wide eyed and captivated when hearing tales of such happy endings like they spoke of. A part of himself he once thought died- being brought back to life, by the mere touch of his hand, his voice- his promises of a life that would one day come.Â
Lashes dusted his cheek as the scent of cigar filled his senses, his loverâs breath lingering close enough to leave his skin alight with desire. He didnât flinch nor pull away, but instead, carefully, allowed himself to lean against the gunslinger, settling his weight into his side, his head resting against his shoulder with a hum. Opening up to him in such subtle ways, with the way heâd close the space between them, turning in towards him as his legs draped over his lap.Â
âWith luck, we wonât be disturbed- but knowing my brother, a part of me has a feeling he will ensure we have company for the holidays.â Yet the thought of their new found group, invading a small countryside home was enough to make him chuckle, burying his face into his loverâs neck to hide his smile. âThe entire Overwatch organization stopping by for a holiday dinner, can you imagine? And to think- Genji would never give us peace, what with being an uncle- how often he would want to spend time with them... we would never see the end of him, Iâm afraid.â Yet the thought of a couple children, the spitting image of Jesse, running about in the yard with those he loved- was only a thing heâd seen in his dreams. How he had to compose himself, clearing his throat as if to bring himself back to reality, â-Forgive me, I know this is only the start- but I find myself dreaming more of my future than I ever have before- and itâs all thanks to you. I feel, hopeful. Something Iâve not felt since I was very young. Your love, has shown me there is still good in this world, something to fight for.â Lips grazed the cut of his jaw, ghosting against his skin as he spoke softly. âSoon enough Iâll be discussing names for our children- our pets, are you certain youâre ready for such a commitment? Itâs not to late to run, while you still have the chance...âÂ