Some soft younger McCree for you, Anon! Maybe, newly recruited Blackwatch McCree? Just started to be trained? With a black collar and a cute deadeye-patterned handkerchief around his neck to match.
It was strange when your puppy, Jesse, wouldn’t get up from his spot on the carpet. He said, “Yes, Ma’am,” when you addressed him, but he didn’t move.
Last night was Halloween. He spent all evening all bristly at the crowds of strangers walking by the house. He growled and chuffed until you shushed him. He wore himself out, so you left him to sleep where he lay. Jesse was snoring softly. It was cute; you couldn’t bear to interrupt it.
You knelt down next to him in the morning.
“Hey, hey,” you said quietly. You rubbed your hand down his back and tugged gently on his ears. “Something wrong?”
“M-mistress.”
“Hm?” you asked with eyebrows raised.
He shifted to the side. Under him was a roundish, wet spot in the carpet.
You whispered, “Oh.”
Then you remembered. There were some fireworks after you went to bed. After you left him to sleep. He must have been startled and peed himself.
“Y-you’re not gonna get rid of me, are you? M-mistress?”
His tail wagged a few times, weakly. You brushed his brown, messy hair from his forehead. You would groom him later. But for now, you kissed his cheek.
“That’s an accident, right?”
He nodded.
“Then let’s clean this up together. It happens. Okay?”
I used female pronouns for this. Lemme know if that’s not what you wanted! I’ll write something else.
“You call this clean?!”
“Well, yeah,” Jamie muttered.
But he wouldn’t look you in the eye for more than a second. You put your dirty fingertips as evidence right in front of his eyes. He looked away. Jamie started to babble about not understanding. He’d always lived in a place with a little dirt. It didn’t bother his immune system. It was strong! That’s how he lived this long, ya know.
“Jamie,” you tried to interrupt. “/Jamie/.”
He wasn’t listening.
“Fine. I’ll do it myself.”
That drove home that he did wrong. He clung to your leg as you tried to walk away.
“No! I’ll do it again!” he promised. “It’ll be clean this time! Real clean!”
Jamie was heavier than he looked, so you didn’t get further than a couple short steps.
“Jamie,” you said, looking down at him. “You defied me.”
“No,” he said, pressing hurried kisses on the patch of your leg that he can reach.
“You did. And that means you get a punishment.”
He started to tremble.
“Don’t be dramatic. It’s only gonna be lines.”
You stood watch over him while he redid his chores and then scrawled, “When my mistress says clean, she means it,” all over the punishment blackboard.
It was an amazing thing, seeing the enormous, proud Reinhardt Wilhelm in your household compared to out in the field. It’s not that he wasn’t proud. He was, when you praised him for doing well. Puffed chest, beaming smile. It’s not that he wasn’t a tall man, he was, while walking your breakfast to you in bed on your days off. He was so tall that he had to bend quite far to place the tray on the bed. You always rewarded him with a kiss for travelling that far.
Today, however, he was a shrunken, cowed version of himself when he placed the tray on your lap. You picked up on the difference right away.
“What’s wrong, My Knight?”
“Nothing, My Lady.”
You shook your head. “Lying doesn’t come easily to you. You know that.”
“I’m sorry, My Lady.”
You blinked up at him.
“Reinhardt, why aren’t you wearing the outfit I laid out for you?”
“My Lady,” he purred deeply and sadly. Mournfully, “The outfit was too small. I tried to wear it like you commanded, but the seams ripped.”
You held back for about two seconds before you burst out laughing. Weakly, you leaned on the tray with your elbow, still shaking from laughter.
You collected yourself and wiped away a tear.
“Just tell me next time, and I’ll get you a new set. You silly man.”
I wanna see him in a corset and garter belt, oh my gooooodd
Oh my god. my weakness. If I had the money to throw at someone, it would be drawn. @_@;;
Genji looks visibly flustered and apologizes profusely for disturbing you with his dragons.
He is somewhat jealous of the dragon. He wishes he could cuddle you like that. :<
Genji will try to come up with a lot of excuses as to why the dragon is attracted to you, but after very frequent visits it gets harder and harder to hide.
He admits that the dragon is attracted to you because he is attracted to you. He’s so embarrassed confessing— he’s near tears.
But then you’re swooning and saying how cute that is and you hold your arms out for Genji to cuddle you and he is so darn happy. He practically pounces you and snuggles in for a hug.
But the dragon is a little shit and tries to hog the attention.
It was an amazing thing, seeing the enormous, proud Reinhardt Wilhelm in your household compared to out in the field. It’s not that he wasn’t proud. He was, when you praised him for doing well. Puffed chest, beaming smile. It’s not that he wasn’t a tall man, he was, while walking your breakfast to you in bed on your days off. He was so tall that he had to bend quite far to place the tray on the bed. You always rewarded him with a kiss for travelling that far.
Today, however, he was a shrunken, cowed version of himself when he placed the tray on your lap. You picked up on the difference right away.
“What’s wrong, My Knight?”
“Nothing, My Lady.”
You shook your head. “Lying doesn’t come easily to you. You know that.”
“I’m sorry, My Lady.”
You blinked up at him.
“Reinhardt, why aren’t you wearing the outfit I laid out for you?”
“My Lady,” he purred deeply and sadly. Mournfully, “The outfit was too small. I tried to wear it like you commanded, but the seams ripped.”
You held back for about two seconds before you burst out laughing. Weakly, you leaned on the tray with your elbow, still shaking from laughter.
You collected yourself and wiped away a tear.
“Just tell me next time, and I’ll get you a new set. You silly man.”
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