Jan 24, 2018
The way they look at each other.
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The way they look at each other.
-At first he's really nervous and hesitant to show you his tail, he got teased a lot for it by other mers -It takes him a couple meeting before he does show it to you -He's really surprised when he sees how excited and amazed you are by it -From that point on he knew you were the one for him, you made him feel different and special from all the other mers and he loves you for that -Like most other mers he'll three you gifts from the ocean, but he doesn't understand human culture so he'll be really excited to show you what he found and it will turn out to be something like an old boot -He’ll want to go swimming with you a lot, like a lot -He calls you pet names in an accent that he picked up from overhearing people on the beach, so expect a lot of “darlin’”, “sugar”, etc
Ok guys but mer!mccree trying to lasso a manatee while sea dragon hanzo looks on and wonders why he decided to build a nest with this mess of a mer. This is just like the time jesse tried to convince him there were seahorse large enough to ride waiting just past the dark drop, hiding in the abyss for the right cowboy to go wrangle them. It took two weeks to get the last of the spikes out of the cowboys fins, the results of disturbing a grumpy deep sea dweller. When will he learn.
Oh my gosh, I love you writing!!!! It gives me life!!!! Especially the way you write McCree! Is there anyway you could write a fic where the reader lives out in the country and happens upon Mer!Cree in a lake or something? Maybe he's injured and she has to take care of him, and how they fall in love with each other? Thanks!
((A/N - I’m glad you like my writing! Enjoy!))
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The wicker picnic basket swung slightly in the crook of your elbow, your step perky and light. Twigs snapped under your feet, the leaves from the trees providing some shelter and coolness from the glaring sun. The scent of damp earth wafted into the air, and you knew you were close.
The dense woods opened up into a clearing, which in turn lead onto something magical; a large lake with glistening water and white crested ripples. You gently placed your basket on the ground a few metres from the water’s edge. You stretched your arms up above your head, needing a break from the walk you had just completed, and a lazy smile crossed your face.
Your arms shot down and your brows furrowed when something glinting in the water caught your eye.
No. It can’t be.. Can it?
Your grandparents used to tell you stories about the lake. But they were stories and nothing more. Your mind was just clearly playing tricks on you. You shook your head, clearing the cobwebs. You opened the basket and laid out the thin blanket, brushing out any creases.
“Ahem”.
Your head shot up. You let out a small scream, quickly clasping your hands over your mouth and stumbling backwards. There was a man that appeared to be.. naked?!
You weren’t sure. You didn’t want to look.
“Doll, I didn’t mean t'frighten’ ya’. I just need- ah- need some help is all.”
His face was painted with pain, hands clutching his ribs on the left side, a slight trickle of red seeping through his fingers. He kept his bottom half hidden in the lake which you were very thankful for.
“I- erm, don’t know if I can help.. You might need a hospital?” You suggested meekly.
He let out a stiff chuckle, fingers clasping into his side even more.
“I can’t do that, sweetheart.”
Oh great. He was probably a criminal.
His cinnamon orbs looked into yours, desperate, his lips paling.
“Come out then and I’ll see if I can help.”
“Again.. Can’t do that.”
You frowned, crossing your arms.
“Why? I can’t help you otherwise.”
He swam forwards a bit, coming to lie his back on the bank. Something splashed where his feet should be and something shimmery and green broke the surface.
“No. You’re having a laugh. This is a dream.”“I’m ‘fraid not.”
He leant his head on the earth, grimacing. You gingerly took a step forwards, realising the wound on his side was greater that what you had originally thought, distracting you from your wild thoughts. You grabbed the blanket you had carefully laid down on the ground moments before and bunched it up, passing it to the stranger. You didn’t want to get too close. He grunted in thanks and pressed the fabric down on his side, ceasing the bloodflow.
“What..”“Am I? A merman.”
Blunt. He shifted around, restlessly.
“But, how?” You questioned, confused.“How’ve you got two legs?”“Well.. From my mother and father. What type of question is that?”“Exactly.”
You rolled your eyes.
You perched on the edge of a nearby rock, elbows on your knees and chin resting on your hands.
“What’s your name?”“McCree. Jesse McCree.”“How did it happen?”“Got involved with somethin’ I shouldn’t'a.”
His eyes fluttered close, the heat from the sun drying off droplets from his bare skin.
“Hey. Don’t go to sleep.”
You stood up and gently nudged his arm with your foot.
“McCree?”
His hand holding the makeshift bandage went limp and fell to his side.
Shit.
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He woke up in the same position he blacked out from, lying awkwardly on the bank of the river. His side was in pain, a hand coming to touch it, only to find his ribs bandaged up and it stinging slightly. He frowned. What had happened?
“You’re awake.”
He eyes shot over to where you were sitting, still perched on the edge of the rock and some breadcrumbs scattering the clearing.
“You should eat, you look a bit pale.”
You offered half of your breadroll to the merman, him taking it gratefully.
“Y'know, we only usually eat whatever we can find in the lake.”“Think of it as a treat.”
You offered a small smile, him returning it.
You glanced up at the sky, noticing the birds quietening down and the breeze becoming chilly.
“I should probably be heading off..”
You looked down at the half eaten roll in your hands. After saving this stranger you had kind of lost your appetite.
“Don’t?”
You met his eyes, your eyebrow cocked in surprise.
“My cottage isn’t far away.”“Please?”
He fluttered his long lashes, a hint of a pout on his lips. You relented, sliding down from the rock to now sit on the soft earth. You took in his features as he rested, his eyes yearning for the water. His hair was dark and shaggy, matching his coarse beard. Hair covered his chest, what skin was bare was a tanned tone.
“What’s ya’ name?”“(Y/N).”“Pretty.”
Your cheeks heatened. The woods around you were darkening, and you weren’t too fond of wanting to walk back at night.
“I’m sorry, I really should go..”“No worries, doll. Come back tomorrow.”
It was more of a command than a request. You nodded your head in reply.
“Keep the er, 'bandages’ on. It should help with your injury.”“Will do. Thanks, darlin’.”
You smiled slightly at the pet name, taking your basket by the handle and trudging back through the forest to your cottage. Once inside the safe enclosure of your home, you laid your weary head to rest to think about everything that had happened today.
You’d soon learn there were a thousand different ways to say 'I love you’.
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The next few days you had gone back to the edge of the lake, just to check on McCree and how his wound was progressing. He would say thanks in his own unique way.
“Ya’ got pretty eyes.”“Mm, ya’ sure know how to cook.”“Well that’s a cute lil’ number ya’ wearin’ today, sweetheart.”
You’d learn to accept his compliments, not entirely brushing them off. He would love the way your cheeks would blush, how you’d turn away to try and hide your flushed face. He was relentless, making you come back to the lake every day because he wanted to see you and well, you craved him. He was so fascinating.
You’d ended up learning about his species’ history, which wasn’t far off what you were told as a child. His deep chuckle would erupt a couple of times, dismissing some things you said as silly. What could you say? You wanted to know reality from fantasy.
You had no reason to come back to the lake once McCree was fully healed. You’d found out some fisherman had speared him after they gloated about.. Well, he became sullen and quiet at that point, but that was all you needed to know. There would hopefully be no scar. Weeks passed and you began to enjoy his company even more. There was never a lull in conversation, the only quiet times was when you would both lay on the bank, your legs dangling in the water to keep cool and watching the ripples go by.
One of these times, Jesse had placed his hand on top of yours, cheeks tinged with pink and eyes focussed ahead. You looked down at your fingers that were entwining, heart fluttering.
“Walk home safe.”“See ya’ tomorrow.”“Your beauty shines bright as the sun.”
His cinnamon orbs would sparkle when he saw you, unable to keep in his excitment. You too would not be able to stay serene, wondering what on earth had happened for you to fall in love with this hybrid.
Love.
Is that what it was?
“Jesse.”“Yea, darlin’?”
You were sitting on the grass, legs crossed and pretending to be engrossed in a book, your shades covering your eyes from where you were staring at him.
“What.. is this?”“What is what?”“This. Us.”
He was lying on his front, propped up on his elbows, his magnificent fins gently splashing the water.
“I mean..”
He scratched his head.
“I’m not really sure. What d'you wan'it t'be?”
“I don’t know.”
You plucked your shades off, placing them beside you.
“Well come over here 'nd I’ll tell ya’.”
You tilted your head, but did as he requested. When you were in arms reach, he grabbed onto your ankle making you stumble. You practically fell on top of him, but he had twisted his body round so he was on his back and you were lying on his front.
“Jesse, what’re you doi-”
Soft lips pressed against yours, eyes fluttering closed in response. Large hands tickled up and down your back. You returned the kiss, your hands clawing at his chest wanting more.
He gently pushed you back, only so far so that your noses were still touching.
“Does that answer your question?”
You nodded, pupils blown, lips smiling and slightly swollen. He pulled you in, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
“I love ya’, (Y/N).”
“I love you too, Jesse.”
-...When you look this freakin' beautiful~ -Oh shut up Because I like this song and Jesse surely likes it too c;
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It seemed that the more he trashed around pulling and biting at the net the more it became tangled around his tail. He hated nets and how they were just left around for creatures like him to get caught in.
He pulled and pulled at the net around his tail, but it only hurt more and caused his tail to bleed even worse. He couldn’t swim like this though, it was impossible, and the tiger shark did not want to go out like some beached whale.
What's your take on mer McCree? Maybe one where he's in the net and Hanzo can do is stare.... Or maybe Jesse has found himself in a bad situation and he's trying to use his charm to get fisherman(?) Hanzo to let him go.
Gotta get it while it’s fresh, brah
You cautiously trekked through the unfamiliar terrain, searching for a source of drinking water as you reminisce on how you got in this situation. You lived on this large forested island for your entire life but had never journeyed to the beachy shores at the edge of the island, always staying in the lush forested area with the other centaurs. One day your friend dared you to travel to the edge of the island, not wanting to appear a coward you foolishly accepted the dare and headed out on a trip to the shores. So right now you were someone you’ve never been with no sign of food or water in sight. Great.
You looked forward and saw the forest stop and an expanse of sand begin. You excitedly galloped over to where the sand was and pranced around the new feeling of sand under you, then you walked over to the water and bent down to take a drink. You immediately spat out the foul-tasting water, but then you heard what you thought to be a laugh. Panicking you grabbed a handful of the sand to prove your journey and ran back into the trees.
“Aw, you scared her off!” A voice yelled in an unfamiliar accent. “Relax, she’ll be back,” another voiced stated, much calmer than the first. The one who spoke had black hair, long but tied up to stay out of his face. “How d’ya know that?” “Because ” he looked over et the other mer in the water next to him. “And take off the hat,” “You get rid of the ribbon,” the second mer quipped back, grinning.
The next day you nervously walked back to the shore, the fear of yesterday, melding into curiosity. Once you arrived on the shore you quietly called out, half not wanting anyone to respond. “Howdy darlin’”. You jumped at the sudden voice and quickly spotted the person it was coming from. “Who are you?” you asked while slowly walking over to him. “My names McCree, Jesse McCree,” the creature replied a cheesy grin spreading across his face. You couldn’t help but laugh at the man’s antics. “Stop making a fool of yourself,” a stern sounding voice suddenly entered the conversation. You saw a second man’s head emerge from the water. “What exactly are you?” you then asked feeling the conversation take a serious turn at the introduction of the new person. “We’re mers,” the first man replied “See?” he asked gesturing to the water, when you looked down you saw instead of horse legs or human legs they had fish tails.