randomdraggon:

Think about Werefolk AU where Reyes is a Were-Owl, and surveys his agents in avian form at night before he goes to bed to settle his thoughts. McCree however, is deathly afraid of owls, seeing them as omens and lies awake in bed, waiting for that fucking bird to come hooting at his window.

The other agents laugh at him, saying he has nothing to worry about, because they’re used to the little barn owl that taps on their window when they’re still up at ungodly hours, and even comforted by that little hoot as if it were goodnight wishes. McCree however, has had enough, and sets up a trap. Not to torture the poor thing, but to maybe scare it away from him, or face his fears. One of the two.

One night he sets up a net inside his opened window, a trap that would be undetected from anyone coming inside, and he waits with the trigger. As soon as he hears the ruffle of feathers the net lands square on the owl, restraining it. Jesse flicks on the lights to reveal not a bird, but his god damn commander sitting nude, arms crossed and glaring daggers at McCree.

“Jesse, what the fuck.”