Fated Together
@deadlock-shot Ever since running into each other all those months ago, Hanzo’s life had gotten better. Of course there were many factors to thank for that, but days he spent with Jesse were always simply the best. He hadn’t changed all that much since they had first met, the most obvious changes were just ones you expected when you had the blood of several people on your hands and you’ve accepted the fact that the world is an extremely dark place and you have to take advantage of the good you can still find in it.
Wonderland was different though. It wasn’t the dark world they knew, at least not from what they knew of yet, and he knew deep down in his heart that maybe, just maybe, he was just taking advantage of that fact. A voice in the back of his head telling him constantly that he was still holding onto old feelings, that he was taking what he could get and he still didn’t and probably wouldn’t, care for Jesse like he once did. That the moment this good had run its course, he too would be gone. But it was also why he had been spending every moment of his free time that he could with McCree because he couldn’t care for him like he once did, because no matter how much he still was like his younger self, they weren’t the same. He wanted to learn to care about this new Jesse McCree and learn to love him for who he was now and not who he was.
So that night, just like all the previous ones, he had spent with the cowboy, simply enjoying drinks and trading work stories from that past week and talking about things they’d done before ending up in wonderland. It was exactly like all the other nights, yet at some point it had felt different. He had felt something, what he wasn’t sure, but it hadn’t been bad. It was like a warm feeling and it made him feel safe. It wasn’t long after that feeling had passed that he had somehow fallen asleep leaning on the other male and he could only assume they both passed out around the same time since he had woken up to them still in the same spot when usually he’d be moved to a bed or the couch.
He wasn’t bothered by this, though he did have a sore neck from the uncomfortable position. He’d just have to stretch that out later he thought to himself as he made his way to the bathroom. He glanced at his reflection as he passed the mirror and froze instantly when he noticed something on his neck. An A with a spades….an ace of spades. He knew what this was, he’d read about these when he had first gotten there and wanted to learn everything he could about this strange new place. This was a fating mark and to prove it he quickly rushed back to Jesse, turning his head and pulling the mans collar down, not caring if he woke the poor guy up with his rough handling, and gasping loudly when a matching mark was there on his neck as well.
He was in shock, frozen as he stared at his mark.
Why? Why had this happened so soon? Why couldn’t they have given him more time to know for certain? Nothing genuine could come of this, nothing genuine never came from things like this.
It was suddenly getting difficult to breath, his vision slightly blurring. What was happening? He couldn’t even think straight, he had to hold on to something to steady himself, gasping for breath. Was this a panic attack?









