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JUST A DREAM (Part 1)

They woke up with a start but it’s the pain that came after that bothered them. It wasn’t a usual kind of pain, but one that made them shoot up like a bottle rocket in the sky on 4th of July. As they opened their eyes, they saw that there was chaos all around, people screaming but it was what was coming right at them that scared them to no end. Out of nowhere, there was a man with a Reaper mask on his face, aiming his shotguns right at their location.

“Death walks among you.” He says with a darkening edge to his voice as he points the guns, ready to kill.

‘This has to be a dream…Overwatch is a video game…isn’t it? All I can remember is my name but the better question is….HOW THE HELL DO I ESCAPE REAPER WITH HIS GUNS THAT CLOSE TO ME?!’ they are thinking as he keeps trying to shoot at them as they run. ‘Just a dream, just a dream, JUST A DREAM!’ They shout to themselves as they suddenly find themselves tripping over a rock, landing wrong on their leg. Trying to get up, they fall and realize it is not a dream, that the pain is real and that what they thought they knew was wrong.

‘Yep, this is how I die, one of my favorite video games actually killing me in the game.’ They admit as the shotguns is pointed right at them.

“It’s High Noon.” Is all that can heard from behind them as someone shoots a gun off and hits the man in the mask right in the abdomen as he starts to teleport away, trying to keep from bleeding out. “Well well well, if this isn’t worth more than the problems they have around us.” The cowboy who shot the gun says as he holds a hand out to them.

“The name is McCree but you can call me Jesse.” He says with a smile when they take his hand.

“I know exactly who you are but what I want to know is how did I get here?” they start to ask as they hear someone laugh maniacally and look over and see Reaper, preparing to do his Ult.

“Die, Die, Die!” He yells and they push Jesse out of the way taking majority of the bullets to the abdomen.

“Shit, not this. Mercy, we need healing here, casualty to a civilian!” is all they here before they pass out.

*Time Skip brought to you by Hanzo and Genji’s Dragons*

They woke up to a more severe pain but what got them was that the pain was from the headache they had forming in their head and the sound of what could be a heart monitor. They open their eyes and see that they are no longer in a battlefield but in a clean looking medical room.

“Ah, good, glad to see that you are awake.” Is heard as they turn to see a woman who was speaking with a slight accent. They looked over and was surprised.

“I am...” she start to say as they answer for her.

“Angela Ziegler, alias of Mercy, the head medic of the Overwatch Team” they blush as she nods and looks at them, checking their wounds. “How is McCree?” They ask as she smiles and writes down their information.

“He is in perfect health. Barely even a scratch but you managed to take majority of the bullets, about 5 in total. You have been out for about 3 days.” She informs them as they look at the roof.

“You didn’t tell anyone your name or how you came to be in the middle of a battle field during a Talon attack. So if you don’t mind me asking, can you tell me anything?” she asks as they think for a moment and sigh.

“All I can remember is that my name is (Y/N) and that this is supposed to be a video game yet it feels too real to be a dream. The last thing I remember was going to bed in my room then I woke up in the middle of the battle field.” They reply as she nods and looks at their chart.

“You will have to stay here for at least 2 days but then you will be ready to leave. Do you have any family to contact regarding your whereabouts?” She asks as they shake their head, still in shock that they were now trapped in this world.

“How is that civilian that was hit, Dr. Ziegler?” is heard by them, a rough voice asks as they try to sit up, seeing the familiar visor that belongs to the soldier himself, Soldier 76.

“They will recover but we have a problem, they seem to say that they are from another world and that they know us as a video game.” She says as the masked man looks their way.

“That can’t be accurate. If that was the case, we would have known about that kind of technology.” He says as they sit up, grunting from the pain and looked right at him.

“It’s true. Why else would I try to save McCree? I knew that a blast that close and at that proximity would result in imminent death while if I managed to do a tactical roll, he could shot while I took the lead.” They would say as they looked at him, ignoring the pleas from Mercy to lay back down.

“I knew about Dr. Ziegler before she could introduce herself to me and I knew about how she saved Genji from death.” They say as Mercy looks at them, surprise on her face.

“That…that wasn’t even on record.” She says as they nod.

“So you have insider information that could help us. If so, we will gladly take whatever information you know and then ensure that Talon doesn’t find you again.” Soldier says as they look right at him.

“No, no matter where I go, Talon will find me so I rather fight, I want to fight to save the world, I want to protect innocent people from dying, and I can help!” They yell as Soldier yells.

“Absolutely not! You are a civilian that was caught in the crossfire of one of my best men and the top gun of Talon so I refuse to let you be a part of this war!” He continues yelling as Mercy gets between us.

“Jack…she saved McCree and did so without any thought about herself, just like someone else I know.” She whispers as he looks at them and shakes his head.

“I said no and don’t try to convince the others to have them join, I will make it known that they are to not allow them in!” He yells as she looks away with a guilty expression.

“Angela…you didn’t?!” He yells as she looks at him.

“They took more damage than anyone I have seen that was not a Tank or Reaper…They risked their life to ensure that Jesse got a clean shot at him. This is the least we can do. The few of us….Ana, Lucio, Brigette, Zenyatta and myself…we try what we can to heal you all in battle but we need help too. Talon has more power because of Reaper.” She looks at them and smiles gently.

“Besides, McCree already asked the others and put it to a vote…it was 18-3 Jack…they stick around until we find them a way home.” She says as the look at them and Soldier shakes his head.

“Fine but I am not babysitting them, they better learn to defend themselves.” He says as he shakes his head and leaves the Med-Bay. Mercy smiles at them and holds out her hand.

“Welcome to Overwatch”

***BONUS***

McCree: I see them as Offense, they can really take a punch

Reinhardt: They are strong and loyal, they would rather train with us to be the best shield around.

Mei: But they did defend you McCree, I think they are better suited for those of us under Defense.

Lucio: Yo, we need them here, they can learn to be a healer! Besides, we are the smallest group among us!

Junkrat: Maybe I can teach them to blow things up!

Everyone: NO BOMBS AROUND THE NEW RECRUIT!!!

*Fighting among themselves as Tracer, Winston, Mercy and Hanzo shake their heads, offering to train them suitably until they decide where to pick*

Tracer: Don’t worry Love, no matter where you pick, we will still support you.

Hanzo: Yes, it seems that we are the only ones who can be mature. We will always be beside you, as long as you stand with us.

Mercy: I better take them back to the infirmary, if everyone all want to train them, they will need to be of perfect health.

Winston: Again, welcome to Overwatch.

#Reader x Soldier 76 #Reader x Mercy #Reader x McCree #Soldier:76 #Mercy #McCree #jack morrison #angela ziegler #jesse mccree #overwatch x reader #overwatch imagines

Sugar Daddy McCree part 4

OMG! It’s me! I’m not dead! Just dead effing tired. Grad school y’all. It’s a bitch. But like a rewarding bitch. That takes up all your time. Like getting a new puppy! But I’m rambling . . .

Here’s the post you should have had 2 weeks ago. Sorry. I’m doing my best, I promise, but now that I’m done with everything, I can write more consistently again and I’m sooooo happy! I miss you guys and writing in general - well, non-study proposal writing. Literature reviews are death.

But here’s some cuteness from McCree’s POV. A bit over 1,700 words of it. Sorry I don’t have more, but I hope you enjoy!

McCree was basically head over heels for you after that first date. If it hadn’t been a completely insane thing to do, he might have just popped on down to the closest jewelry store to buy you a ring, but even he knew better than that. Unfortunately, McCree had been sent to work his corporate relations magic a few days after your date and now he was stuck in an airport, wishing he could be with you.

The PA system suddenly dinged causing McCree and the dozens of people all waiting alongside him to look up at the speakers. “Due to the current snowstorm, all flights have been postponed for another 2 hours. Thank you for your patience and understanding.”

#Overwatch #mccree #reader x mccree #sugar daddy mccree #reader insert #mine #my drabble #overwatch drabble

Yes, yes, yes! I LOVED the idea of a soulmate au! My dear followers, your mother begs of you to ask more au content of her!

Neither of you thought you were destined to meet on a battlefield.

Time slowed down, minutes seemed like hours, the sound of bullets being shot and bullets hitting their target was like a mere blurry background noise; it was a special kind of torture. Mccree thought himself to be the only one suffering. But you were too.

With each passing day the red thread on your pinky had untangled more and more... His, too. It was impossible not to notice. The day of you meeting your soulmate came near, faster than you'd like it to be. Of all the possible places, situations, and people it had to be him. The enemy.

Neither of you thought you were destined to meet on a battlefield.

Blood, dirt and sweat graced your face, the new uniform torn in places bullets had almost cut your flesh. A new recruit, at the end of their strength and stamina, run out of ammunition. The worst start into a new job one could have imagined.

And there he was, the experienced Talon agent, standing right in front you. Clothes baked in blood which wasn't his. The six shooter in his hand loaded and ready to fire, the barrel only inches away from your head. You and him were nothing short of enemies. Killing you would propably earn him praise from his superiors, maybe even a payrais for getting rid of one of the most promising newcomers.

But he never shot.

You asked yourself why at first, but then your eyes traveled down to the one single red thread connecting you two, untangled, stalwart, glowing bright red.

Neither of you thought you were destined to meet on a battlefield, but here you were, two soulmates having found each other.

#overwatch #sfw #request #reader insert #gender neutral reader #talon #short story #angst #jesse mccree #mccree #reader x mccree #talon!mccree #soulmate au #red string au #recruit!reader

Blue Ain’t Your Color

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Reader x Jesse McCree

Genre(s): Fluff, romance

Song link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_w_1Dkie3o

Author’s notes/disclaimer: I do not own Overwatch, McCree, you, nor the song; all of those are property of their respective owners. The writing and what little plot it may have are mine, however. With that said, I don’t write very often, and I’m new to writing reader inserts, so if you have any comments or suggestions, please feel free to let me know. Also, I imagined the Reader as a sort of bounty hunter or outlaw type of character, but left it up to your imagination. This turned out longer than I thought it would, but I’m actually super proud of this. I couldn’t get this idea out of my head, and now I’m quite proud of it, especially for my first reader insert. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: During a night out with your friends at your favorite bar, you serenade an unusually blue-looking cowboy regular in an effort to cheer him up.

Peals of laughter rang out and into the bar you led your group of friends into, the dark cherry saloon doors giving way easily as you pushed forward. The other patrons of the establishment—some regulars, some newcomers—briefly glanced your way as your boisterous group headed straight for your regular seats up at the bar. The familiar scent of alcohol, smoke, and sweat swirling in the air hit your nostrils, though after coming here so many times it no longer bothered you. Country music floated through the air, reaching each and every crevice of the place.

Your group sat in their usual seats in front of the counter top, your back to the entrance of the bar as you took your seat on the wooden cherry-finished stool. It took your eyes a few moments to adjust to the dim lighting, your friends chatting amicably as you waited for the barkeep, who was serving another customer, dipping your hat in acknowledgement when you caught his friendly gaze. A content smile graced your lips as you listened to the conversation, occasionally throwing a comment or joke in as you saw fit.

Behind the countertop your group and other patrons sat at was a long, shelved wall full of various types of alcohol; the variety of shapes and colours was rather pleasing to look at as a mirror ran the length behind the shelves. The entire place looked like it was from one of those Western movies. But that’s why you loved it; whenever you were in town you made sure to stop by with the few locals whom you now called your friends.

“What’ll it be?” the gruff but amicable voice of the barkeep asked your group, loud enough to ensure you could hear him over the music that continued to play in the background. You gave him your usual order as the rest of your company followed suit, watching as he went about fulfilling your requests, even going so far as to slide your drinks down the smooth surface of the countertop.

At last you watched as your glass made its way to you, pulling your hand back as the glass made contact to slow down its momentum. You picked it up and raised it towards the bartender, again dipping your hat in appreciation before taking a gulp. The sensation of burning alcohol and cold ice washed down your throat before blooming into a fiery tingle in your stomach, the bite of the whiskey an all-too familiar feeling. As you set the glass back onto the counter, you listened to your friends exchange stories, smiling fondly as you stared into the warm, golden brown liquid that was contained within your glass.

You perked up when you heard your name, turning your attention to the source of the noise. One of your friends had asked about any stories you may have from your line of work. And so you proceeded to explain to them, gesturing wildly and pointing out the few new scars you had acquired. They giggled and gasped where appropriate, despite your exaggerations. At the end of your tale they were enthralled, chatting animatedly about your adventures among themselves. You simply grinned, downing another gulp of your drink, briefly glancing past them absentmindedly.

A rather unusual sight caught your attention. At the end of the counter, where there was less light, sat one of the regulars you frequently saw, though something was different. You could tell from the way his hat rested on the countertop instead of on his head full of shaggy brown hair, which tonight was down and staring into the bottom of his glass. Your eyebrows furrowed at such an unusual sight; you’d seen him around enough to know he was not the strong silent type. You were pulled from your reverie by your boisterous friends, whom all seemed to notice your blatant staring at the cowboy sitting by his lonesome.

Unsurprisingly, they began to tease you about it, insisting that you should go over and say hello while you adamantly insisted that he didn’t appear to want company. They seemed to leave it at that, returning to their idle chit-chat as your mind began to absently wonder if there was any way you could maybe cheer the guy up. You swirled your glass, watching the liquid and melting ice cubes move with the motion fluidly.

As the current song ended, the announcement for the name and artist of the next one echoed throughout the room, your head perking up in recognition. An idea immediately sparked in your mind, a grin spreading from both corners of your lips as you slipped off your stool easily. Grabbing your drink you muttered a ‘be right back’ to your friends, before sauntering over towards the cowboy you contemplated approaching before. The song began to play, and you added your vocals to it as you began to sing as you walked, loud enough to announce your presence to the cowboy.

“I can see you over there, staring at your drink watchin’ that ice sink all alone tonight,” you began cheerily. This time you dipped your chin as the cowboy glanced at you through the corner of his eye as you sat on the previously empty stool beside him. You placed your drink on the smooth, polished-to-a-shine surface of the counter. “And chances are you’re sittin’ here in this bar ‘cause he ain’t gonna treat you right. Well, it’s probably not my place but I’m gonna say it anyway, ‘cause you look like you haven’t felt the fire, had a little fun, hadn’t had a smile in a little while,” you continued to sing as you occupied your attention on your glass once again, noting the feeling of being watched coming from your side. You turned to face the cowboy, immediately noting the familiarly bright red serape ‘round his shoulders, often the first thing you’d notice when you’d spot him here.

“Baby, blue looks good on the sky, looks good on that neon buzzin’ on the wall but darlin’ it don’t match your eyes. I’m telling you don’t need that guy, it’s so black and white. He’s stealin’ your thunder. Baby blue ain’t your color,” you smiled brightly at the cowboy, who had taken to openly watching you, an expression of surprise gracing his ruggedly handsome features. It was the first time you actually got a good look at him, and you took in as much of him as you could. You noticed his downcast, chocolate brown eyes, which would probably look like the golden-brown of your whiskey if he were his normal, rambunctious self. It was hard to miss his scruffy-but-surprisingly-well-kept beard, the same dark bay as his short shaggy hair and thick eyebrows. You took a quick sip as the song paused momentarily before continuing your serenade.

“I’m not tryna’ be another just pick you up kinda guy. Tryin’ to drink you up, tryna take you home. But I just don’t understand how another man could take your sun and turn it ice cold. Well, I’ve had enough to drink and it’s makin’ me think that I just might tell you, if I were a painter I wouldn’t change ya, I’d just paint you bright. Baby,” you continued to sing confidently, a wide grin still splitting your lips, now turned to face the cowboy fully, who continued to watch you with interest.

“‘Cause blue looks good on the sky, looks good on that neon buzzin’ on the wall, but, darlin’, it don’t match your eyes. I’m tellin’ you, you don’t need that guy. It’s so black and white, he’s stealin’ your thunder. Baby, blue ain’t your color, no,no no. Mmm. It ain’t your color, baby.” You raised your glass in a toast happily, though to nothing in particular, taking the last swig and swallowing before the song continued.

“Blue looks good on the sky, looks good on that neon buzzin’ on the wall, but, darling, it don’t match your eyes.I’m tellin’ you,you don’t need that guy, it’s so black and white, he’s stealin’ your thunder. Baby, blue ain’t your color. Blue ain’t your color. Mmm, no, no, baby. Come here, baby, lemme light up your world,” you finished proudly as the song came to an end. A comfortable silence came over you as waited for him to speak, putting your elbow on the counter as you watched him attentively. You bore a small, understanding smile as you absorbed more of his—handsome, you noticed—features. A short, hearty chuckle escaped the stranger’s lips, a sound you could definitely stand to hear more often.

“Ain’t it usually s’posed t’be the guy serenadin’ the lady?” he quipped surprisingly cheerily. You grinned and shrugged.

“You looked like you could use a little pick-me-up,” you replied easily, drinking in the sound of his voice, noting the southern drawl that may as well have turned you into a puddle. “Song was just a coincidence, but I think it panned out pretty well, if I do say so myself,” you responded proudly, dipping your hat once again as you turned your back to the crowd. Another chuckle escaped the cowboy’s lips much to your delight.

“It sure did,” he agreed wholeheartedly, and you could feel your heart swell at his praise before becoming enveloped in a comfortable silence. “Say, I’ve seen you ‘round here pretty often. What’s yer name?” You grinned.

“[Name],” you offered, turning to him to give him your full attention. “And who’s the handsome cowboy I’ve had the pleasure of serenading tonight?” you added, a light smirk plastering your lips. The cowboy gave a small smirk in return.

“Name’s Jesse McCree.”

#overwatch #overwatch imagine #overwatch mccree #jesse mccree #jesse mccree x reader #fluff #some angst but not very much #overwatch reader insert #reader x mccree

Jesse McCree Imagine - Good Cop, Bad Cop and Nicer Cop

Your name: submit What is this?

You flipped through the yellowed pages of information. The infamous Deadlock gang finally caught. For now.

A loud bang catches your attention as you look up. You ignore the sound and go back to reading. Criminal, criminal, criminal. What else did you expect from a criminal gang other than criminals?

You go to close the folder, but look at the first few pages one more time. That’s when you noticed a young face among the roughians. Taking the time to read the page in front of you, you realise -to your surprise- that this is still another outlaw.

“(L/N).”

You look up to see commander Reyes. You touch your index and middle finger to your forehead briefly. “Sir.”

Reyes looks towards where you had heard the bang as yelling erupts from the same room. He then peers at what you’re reading.

“McCree.” He says, pointing to the mug shot of said person. “He’s in there. We’re offering him a position in Blackwatch.” A look of realisation washed over your face.

#overwatch #overwatch imagine #mccree #jesse mccree #mccree imagine #jack morrison #gabriel reyes #soldier 76 #reaper #this is based off a overwatch comic I saw #I think it was called 20 bucks #imagine #requests are open #reader insert #reader x mccree

Flowers by Your Doorstep

You have no idea who you are. Everything from your past is gone. You were discovered, confused and wandering, by the international peacekeeping organization Overwatch. There was no sign of how you got there, no records that they could find to help you home. And when you were afraid, terrified, of being stuck in a hospital to be studied and prodded, you were offered a way out. Blackwatch's commander took you in, offered you training and a job. If you got your memory back, great. But either way, you would have a home. Lately someone's been living flowers by your door, trying to help you find a new name. It's kinda cute.

I wrote a Reader / McCree fanfiction because I can. The Link is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12300378/chapters/27961809

There is sex in chapter 6.

#reader x mccree

oh it’s been a while

Listen

Inspired by Cantique’s fanfiction: These violent delights have violent ends.

If you’re not reading, you’re legitimately missing out, okay?

#go go go #read it now #it's complete so you don't have to wait for chapters to come out #it has part 2 omg #hanzo #hanzo x reader #hanzoxreader #shimada hanzo #jesse mccree #mccree #mcreexreader #reader x mccree #fanfiction #overwatch #blackwatch #allwatch #kiss #chu #thebakery

Mermaid!Reader x McCree

Despite the calmness of the seas, Hana was absolutely insistent that she could not handle being in the boat for much longer. “What d'ya mean, darlin’? You’re the one who asked for my help with the sails.” The brunette Korean sluggishly turned her head to catch a glimpse of the tan man gripping the wheel of the boat. While his brown eyes were full of compassion and empathy, hers were not so forgiving.

“You didn’t tell me it was going to make me this dizzy!” She accused, fighting back a gag reflex.

“The water ain’t even bad, Hana.”

The girl didn’t seem to be listening anymore, glumly pressing her chin against the metal railing of the small boat as she peered down the glittery water.

“Listen, if you really feel that bad then you should probably go lie down and try to catch some shut eye; ya can’t be bothered by the rocking if you aren’t aware o’ it.”

Hana let out a few incoherent grumbles, and before Jesse could ask her to repeat herself, the girl suppressed a gag. McCree went to her aid, taking a knee as he gripped her shoulder, “Up and at ‘em,” He heaved the Korean gamer to her feet. She wobbled.

“Steady now.”

Jesse couldn’t help the tiny grin forming on his face. Sure, he felt guilty for not taking note of her discomfort earlier (even though that was impossible, as she hadn’t shown any symptoms until now) but he also thought the display was a little adorable. Just a little.

“Hey Lúcio!” Jesse hollered as he helped the girl down the steps. There sat the Brazilian man, bobbing his head to the sound of the music that was playing in his headphones. The two young adults had asked Jesse for his assistance in managing the boat, as it seemed he knew a lot more about how to care for the engine as well as how to steer. While Lúcio had been insistent that a simply explanation would suffice, the kind Southern man wouldn’t allow them anywhere near a boat without him. So, it was decided that the beach blonde would be keeping an eye on the youngsters. Seeing the ripples of the waves proved to engaging.. for the first thirty minutes. After a while, the musician grew bored with the repetitive view and decided to reside in the aft cabin until his mood changed.

“Yeah?” Lúcio removed his headphones, placing them around his neck in order to give the lifeguard his full attention, but as he caught glimpse of the woozy girl that was practically limping towards him, he was quick to realize the situation. “The waves aren’t even rough, Hana,” his laughter was soft as he helped her to lie down on one of the beds. She gave a low whine in response, which only earned a toothy grin from the latino. His gaze shifted over to Jesse, “I’ll see what sort beats I can make to make her feel better.”

Jesse nodded in agreement as Lúcio quickly made his way to the equipment he brought, the beach blonde lifted the brim of the straw hat with his index finger, “You do that. I’ll be up there try'na turn this boat ‘round, so give me a shout if you need anything.” The Brazilian gave a nod in response as he began concentration on creating something that would soothe Hana’s sea sickness.

As the gunslinger made his way back to the deck and directed the boat back on track to shore, his sharp brown eyes were quick to notice the iridescent shine of a (t/c) tail at the end of the boat. He watched how it lifted up in the air before presumably going back into the water - the end of the boat cutting off his view of what he thought was a rather giant fish. The sound of the splashing definitely indicated that whatever was submerging itself into the sea was larger than a regular pond fish. Curious, Jesse made his way to the edge of the boat and leaned against the warm metal railing. He searched for the creature that seemed startled by the sudden movement of the boat, but there seemed to be nothing.

Jesse’s eyes narrowed as he caught sight of a humanoid figure approaching, their (s/c) skin becoming more apparent as they grew closer. You poked your head out of the water, (h/l) (h/c) absolutely drenched. A few droplets of water returned back to the sea beneath you, as you stared with curious (e/c) at the beach blonde man in front of you. You tilted your head; his rugged appearance rather intriguing, if you did say so yourself. McCree, however, was not as calm as you seemed to be. His brown eyes were wide with confusion; how were you this far away from shore? Did you need help? You didn’t seem like you were drowning but the distance from the beach was definitely great. As he parted his lips to offer you a ride back to shore, a playful grin curved on your (l/c) lips.

Diving back into the water, you made sure to raise your tail and splash as much water on the man in front of you. Jesse quickly spit out as much water as he caught in his mouth, instinctively shutting his eyes as he wiped the salt water off of his face.

“What in the hell?!”

When he opened his eyes, you were gone. He peered over the railing once more but there was nothing beneath the water. Splashing could be heard behind him, meaning that you must have swam beneath the boat to reach the other side.

“Guys,” Jesse called out as he slowly crept to the other side of the boat, “You should come up here and see this; there’s a mermaid 'round here!” McCree could faintly make out the sound of Hana groaning. Hell, he could even picture her rolling her eyes at him.

“That’s nice, but I think we’re a little busy,” Lúcio responded back, the level of concentration he was putting in to help the girl evident in the tone of his voice.

As Jesse lunged the remaining few feet to reach the metal handles, he found you there, smiling cheekily up at him. Grasping the railing, you lifted yourself slightly and raised your (t/c) tail, booping him on the head with your fin. You must have miscalculated your strength - after all, the sea was heavier than the open air - because Jesse let out a hiss of pain as he pressed his hand over his scalp. Frightened by your actions, you were quick to dive back into the water. Presumably to the opposite side of the boat again.

“God damn it, I’m not lyin’ 'bout this!”

Of course, it was Jesse’s fault for crying wolf on so many other occasions. Besides knowing how to run a boat, he knew how to trick people into believing the craziest stories; his charisma and confidence made them all the more believable. However, after being fooled enough times, Lúcio and Hana were weary now when it came to Jesse’s claims.

There was silence in response to his annoyed outburst. He clicked his tongue, muttering out a curse as he made his way to the other side of the boat again. He sat on the deck, flash grenade in hand as he patiently waited for his target. Chewing on the wooden popsicle stick in his mouth (he finished the cherry flavored treat around half an hour ago), he rolled the device between his fingers, only straightening up his posture when the sound of moving water became more erratic.

There was a pause, a few more splashes following afterward as you tried to catch the American’s attention once more. He wasn’t falling for any of it this time, though. Wondering what he could possibly be preoccupied with, you lift yourself onto the boat, your slick scales pushing you further onto the deck. When you caught sight of the burly man, your face lit up and you let out a pleased sound.

Since the two of you were level with each other, he was able to examine your features more thoroughly.

“We’ll I’ll be damned. You’re quite the looker, for being half a fish.”

You tilted your head, clearly unaware of what his words meant. Never breaking his gaze with you, he tilted his head slightly to the direction of the aft cabin, “Hey guys, come on up here for a second!”

Your (e/c) widened. While you didn’t understand what he was saying, his body language was enough for you to piece together what he was planning to do. Using your arms to back away, he threw the flash bang at you. The device immediately left you frozen in place, pupils dilated from the bright light and ears ringing.

This was great, Jesse was going to prove that there really was a mermaid and that he wasn’t lying to them for the sake of a prank.

“What’s up?” Lúcio asked from the room below, allowing an eager Jesse to part his lips.

“Just come up he-” In his excitement, he failed to realized the fearful look on your face. Suddenly, he realized how selfishly he was acting and the guilt washed over him like heavy waves.

Creatures like you were supposed to be a myth; something that people could dream about. While he was confident that’s Lúcio would be content just seeing you, Hana might not have been so considerate. Her life revolved around image and social media, meaning she would flash a selfie with you one way or another. Not wanting to show any favoritism, he let out a sigh of defeat.

“Never mind.”

The bronze man placed his hands under your armpits, lifting you up. Your tail seemed determined to remain on the ground, so he used his leg to raise it, awkwardly moving about until it was over the railing. Slowly, he lowered you to the water until your hips were submerged. The effects of the flash bang hadn’t seemed to have worn off yet, so he held you as he waited patiently.

“Sorry 'bout that; wasn’t very kind of me,” He murmured, despite the fact you didn’t grasp any of it.

“This lil’ game off tag here was fun but I gotta get these kids back to shore,” his tone was soft, almost melancholy and you found yourself tilting your head once more; curious as to why there was a tinge of sorrow in his voice.

A honey-coated chuckle filled the air, “Looks like you got the feelin’ of your body back. Good,” as he slowly pulled his hands back to let you return to sea, you gripped the edge of the boat to keep yourself at his height. Before Jesse could express his confusion, you placed a gentle kiss on his sunburnt nose. With that, you pushed yourself away from the boat and returned back into the seawater.

Jesse gave out a low whistle, “Hm, what a little minx.” With that he returned back to his post.

After a few minutes, Hana emerged from the aft cabin, sporting a few fly-always as she grumbled about feeling a little better. Lúcio followed soon after, asking how much longer it would take to reach shore.

“I reckon it shouldn’t be more than 20 min-”

“Who’s that?”

“Who?” The Brazil inquired. Jesse, being a nosy man, turned his head to look at the Korean girl. She pointed at the (s/c) skinned figure that was further in the sea, staring at the boat.

(e/c) eyes met brown ones, a soft grin forming on Jesse’s expression. You must have caught it, as you were quick to mirror him and add a little wave of your hand in a final goodbye, diving back into the deep sea - but not before flashing your tail once more.

“O.M.G! Did you see that?!”

“Hey, weren’t you talking about a mermaid earlier..?”

“Yep,” Jesse hummed smugly as he returned his gaze back to the direction of shore.

“You weren’t lying this time?!”

“Nope,” The gunslinger made sure to really pop the 'p’.

“Hana, I think they’re gone,” Lúcio laughed as the girl frantically took out her smartphone.

“Maybe they’ll pop up again!”

“Don’t think they will, darlin’.”

Hana let out a frustrated screech, the sound making the two men laugh.

Maybe Jesse would come back later. He needed to pay you back for the kiss, no?

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