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That concludes Mcsombra Week 2018 - a big thank you to everyone who participated and contributed! This blog will continue to reblog any late contributions but please send a direct message so that your post is for sure seen and reblogged.Â
               â„â„Happy Mcsombra Weekâ„â„
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Mcsombra Week - Day 7: Creatorâs choice I finally got to work a bit more on my Pokemon AU :âD I decided to go with something fluffy. Sombraâs Haunter has always been a mischevious ghost instead of more sinister and it looooooves to bug McCree. He dislikes that Sombra lets it roam free, especially since itâs gotten into the habit of interrupting their morning time. One particular morning, well into Sombraâs pregnancy, they share a moment together after she feels the baby kickingâŠonly for Haunter to come floating in, curious about the commotion. And McCreeâs like âGet back in your ball, ya spookâ xD
I Wonât Say Iâm InâŠ
McSombra Week: Day 7 â Creatorâs ChoiceÂ
Warnings: None
A/N: This is a shameless AU of the Hercules scene âI wonât say Iâm in love.â
âI didnât know tragedies could be so entertaining.â McCree descends the steps, lost in thought. âThe stage was full of bodies afterwards, but the play sure kept me awake.â
âFunny,â Sombra says, âthat tragedies involve kings fighting their best friends to the death.â
At the last step, McCree offers his hand. Without thought, she slips her fingers into his hold. His support takes her to the ground level of the ground. Itâs almost embarrassing how chivalrously he is. Itâs equally pathetic that she likes his gentlemanly charms.
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Princesa
Mcsombra Week: Day 6 - Royalty Sombra getting jealousâŠhoo boy!
Itâd never bothered Sombra too much that McCree eventually answered the recall. Heâs his own man, after all. Though sheâd never pegged him as the type to want to relive âthe glory daysâ. It all seemed too sentimental for him. Heâd been on all sorts of missions and tasks. Undercover work was nothing new to the man and neither was it for her. Dishonest charm and unfounded interest in strangers were all part of the package and it was hardly an issue for either of them, even finding amusement in some of the situations they found themselves in. Nights consisting of staying up late and laughing at said stories are some her fondest memories with the gunslinger. No matter how close Sombra grew to McCree, the prospect of jealousy never came up; she was just too smart to get emotional over stupid things like fake flirting and sleeping with someone for the sake of a job.
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A Dragonâs Tale
McSombra Week: Day 6 â Royal
Warnings: None
A/N:Â I had a Dragon!McCree AU forever ago, and I wanted to write some angst and McCree and Sombra arguing. Oops.Â
In the dragonâs warm cave, he and the human finish their dinner. She eats fruit and roasted cubes of meat from the sheep he caught. McCree simply digs into the rib cage of the carcass. He doesnât know many who take to his eating habits without wariness, but the thief is unphased. Even when he first caught her attempting to sneak into his cave and steal a piece of his horde, there was no fear on her face.
Sombra is restless tonight. There is a cold wind, but his home is warmed by the molten lava moving just underneath the rock. Throwing a small stick into the lava that runs through the end of the cave, the human retreats to his side. Heavy thoughts shift behind her gem like eyes tonight.
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Loss and Gain
Mcsombra Week - Day 5: FamilyÂ
ââŠThis will be hard to hear, son.â âDonât sugarcoat it, Morrison. Captain Amariâs dead.â ââŠHey, did you hear? Overwatch Headquarters blew up! Itâs all over the news-â ââŠand among the confirmed KIA are Strike Commander Jack MorrisonâŠCommander Gabriel ReyesâŠâ Stop it- itâs not trueâŠ! No matter what he does, no matter where he goes, no matter how much time passes, each death is clear in his mind, the announcement of those he considered familyâŠgone. The guilt consumes him like an overbearing weight. What could he have done? How could he have helped? Would all this have happened had he stayed in Switzerland? The questions burn in his mind, fresh as the vivid memories of each death. Itâs too much. He feels restrained and he panics in the invisible bonds holding him. Itâs too much. He wishes he could just wake up and everything didnât seem so hopeless. âJesse, Jesse, wake up!â Thereâs a firm hand on his arm, shaking him. He wants to push it away, get them to stop touching him, but he canât move. âJesse, ÂĄdespiĂ©rtate!â
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Midnight Cravings
McSombra Week: Day 5 â Family
Warnings: None
A/N:Â I finally have an excuse to write pregnant Sombra with her strange cravings and McCree being more then willing to accommodate.Â
âJesse,â Sombraâs voice is hushed, but insistent. âJesse, I need a steak.â
Quietly sighing, McCree blinks away sleep as he sits up. His blurred vision barely makes out Sombra with one knee folded on the edge of the bed, and the clock reading a little past 2 AM. Her belly is swollen with their baby. For 8 months, McCree has been kissing her stomach and talking to their little one. Now, she leans closer to him, almost pleading when she says his name once more.
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Sooo for me itâs already 25oct thatâs why i can finally post this commission for @itshigh-boop â€ïž Happy McSombra week, luvs!
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McSombra Week Day 4 - Reversal
A universe in which Jack Morrison picked up a 12 year-old Olivia Colomar before Los Muertos could fully embrace her talents. Meanwhile, Deadlock proves to be more of a problem than Gabriel imagined and Jesseâs sharp shooting attracts the attention of Talon, who promise to help him rebuild Deadlock and get revenge on the man who destroyed his makeshift family.
There may or may not be a companion fic coming later
McSombra Week Day 2/4: Organization/Reversal
Me: *reads McSombra Week 2018 prompts* My Brain: Oh hell no. You have too much to do and no time to do it. This should be the last- what are you doing? Me: *getting ideas* âŠNothing⊠My Brain: What the-?! Thatâs not- NO, DONâT WRITE THE- goddammit⊠Me: *writes the fic anyway*
I mashed up days 2 and 4 for this one. Sorry itâs a bit rushed, so itâs not as good as yesterdayâs entry. You know what day it is, so just⊠just read the ficâŠ
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Characters: Jesse McCree, Olivia âSombraâ Colomar Warnings: None Additional Tags:Â Deadlock!McCree, Los Muertos!Sombra, Sombra is an expert at blackmail, bribery and pissing McCree off, Crappy references to in-game interactions
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She ran into the shaded alley, fumbling to reload her weapon. They were hot on her trail, and for being decked out in bright colors and many of them notorious for being very loud, god damn some of them are stealthy sons of bitches!
When she was at full ammo, she threw herself behind a pile of crates. She was in enemy territory now. In all honesty, this âgang rivalryâ crap was stupid in her opinion, and all because of a failed relationship between the leaders. On top of that, they just had to raid the same shipment at the same time. Sure, she found their hidden stash, but she couldnât carry any of them back without getting caught. If she came back empty handed, her gang would definitely have her ass for thatâŠ
Now if she brought back a personâŠÂ
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A little fanart for @moirakinâs adorable McSombra Dragon AU fanfic: Reptilian Wiles! Dragon Sombra and McCree just casually flirting, whatâs wrong with that? đČđđ€
Please check it out if you can, itâs short but sweet, and she worked really hard on it for McSombra Week!Â
Reptilian Wiles (McSombra Dragon AU)
For McSombra Week Day 3: Myths and Monsters
He wasnât sure what was more bizarre â the fact that he was flirting with a dragon, or the fact that the dragon was flirting back.
Dragons had always been a nuisance to humanity. Big, powerful animals with the intelligence of a human and a penchant for violence to match, they were the only creatures as interested in useless valuables as humans were.
There were knights who trained their whole lives to repel the beasts. Most of them got gobbled up or burnt to a crisp in their very first dragon encounter. Others simply disappeared without a trace. There were rumors that these humans were âchosenâ by the dragons â but for what, nobody had a clue.
Jesse was not a dragon hunter by trade. He saw them as more amusing than threatening. They could be so much more than they were, with their unfathomable lifespans and incredible power. Yet they spent their time fighting monkeys over shiny objects.
The one that came through town early one autumn morning was no exception. The first Jesse heard of it was its heavy wingbeats from up in the clouds. The wind howled as it sliced through the air and landed with enough force to flatten several nearby buildings. He could hear the destruction it caused before he could actually see the creature. When the smoke cleared, though, he couldnât miss it. Massive purple wings the length of a small plane splayed outward, clearing the dust away.
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Stitches
McSombra Week: Day 4 â Reversal/Swap
Warnings: Dismembered Limb. Stitches.
A/N: Not gonna lie, I had nothing planned for this day until the Halloween skins came out.Â
Heâs late.
Cursing up a storm behind his handkerchief, McCree handles his arm in his other hand. The arm that was ripped off while killing a demon. There isnât any blood, or pain, but the haunting feeling of lacking an appendage keeps him on edge. Undead has certain benefits that really shouldnât be considered as such.
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mcsombra week - day 3 | monsters and myths âDo you know the legend of Deadeye? Horrible, really, what happened to that man.â âThere are three things you must avoid if you ever find yourself in his sights. First, you must never question him about his mask. Second, even if his coat accidentally slips, you must never look to where his left arm once was. Third, no matter what, you mustnât show fear.â Itâs just a myth, right? Olivia thinks, trying to grin even as the cold touch presses further into her skin. Deadeye isnât real. This isnât real. credits: 1|2|3
McSombra Week Day 3 - Monsters and Myths
I love all myths related to the ocean, especially mermaids. I like the idea of Sombra lurking in the deep like a piranha, bright and pretty but very dangerous while Lionfish!McCree stays more towards the surface. Both of them know theyâre pretty and like to show off.
McSombra Week Day 3: Monsters and Myths
Yeah, so Oni x Zhuque ainât gonna be done by Halloween, BUT definitely by Gency week (Iâll make it fit in one of the prompts, watch me)!
I had this fic done for over a month and NOW I GET TO SHARE IT!!! :D
With any luck, Iâll try to write out one or two quick drabbles for a few more days in McSombra week 2018. In the meantime, enjoy this!
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Characters: Jesse McCree, Olivia âSombraâ Colomar
Warnings: None
Additional Tags: Van Helsing!McCree, Demon Hunter!Sombra, Fantasy Setting, Sliiiiiiight angst (not really), Fluff, Kissing, youdidntreadthelastoneshutup
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It was quite the hefty reward, McCree had to admit that.
His profession was dangerous. One his dearly beloved was against at times, but she knew how much he loved it, and she melted under his smile every time he was exhilarated from the hunt. Before every new target he went after, sheâd give him a good-luck kiss and heâd promise her to return alive, healthy and in one piece. With the exception of any new bite marks, scars and scratches heâd occasionally come home with, his promise was fulfilled every time.
Until now, he never worried her too much. He was usually hired to kill off vampires, werewolves, failed sentient science projects and any other vicious beasts that would terrorize quaint villages or large kingdoms. But now, he had to fight a new monster. One that possessed a force completely foreign to him:
Magic.
McCree had encountered a fair number of demons in his younger days, but never had he actually managed to kill one. Heâs dealt with enchantments and their aftershock, but never succeeded with the enchanter themselves. That was what worried her so much. McCree knew what was running through her head, and attempted to calm her.
âDarlinâ, you donât have to worry about me-â
âI know I donât have to, but I still do! Jesse, what if it-â
âIt ainât gonna do nothinâ to me. Iâll come back, I always do.â
âI know, itâs just-â her sentence was cut off with a strong arm wrapping around her waist and a kiss to her forehead. She let out a deep breath and relaxed in his hold. âPlease be careful.â
Once again, he promised her everything he has in the past, but with words unspoken.
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McCree made his way through the thick forest and travelled beyond what any of the locals dared. He had entered the demonsâ domain, and now only sheer luck could save his soul, lest an ancient spirit granted mercy on him. Even if he was lucky enough for to receive such a fortune, the legends said that even the most powerful of Gods were fearful of The Shadow.
McCree has heard many tales of The Shadow. Despite nobody seeing more than an opaque black mist and many of their loved ones vanishing, then returning as lost and broken souls, he didnât know much about the mysterious entity. Not the full extent of its power, nor its motives. Still, he brought the strongest weapon and ammunition he possessed. Better to be over-prepared rather than underprepared.
The rustling of leaves in the distance usually would have been disregarded as a rabbit or squirrel trying to outrun another animal, but when the rustling grew closer, he aimed in the direction of the noise. It grew louder and then eventually became replaced with footsteps. Accompanying those footsteps was a hooded figure with their hand grasping a weapon of their own.
Due to the heavy shadow the hood gave under the full moon, the only parts of their face that was visible to McCree was the tip of the nose and below, and even their mouth was shielded by a red scarf. It didnât take him long to conclude this person was female from the form-fitting clothing they were wearing. They spoke, but their words were barely audible as they were filtered through the fabric covering their lips.
âWhat do you think youâre doing here? These are my hunting grounds,â they said threateningly. McCree could only guess what emotion their expression held, and his first guess was disgust.
âIâll have you know that I was hired to come here. I have a meet ânâ greet with a beast, and Iâm not leaving empty-handed,â he drawled.
â âThe Shadowâ doesnât exist,â they told him. âWhatever reward you were promised, you wonât get it.â
âHow did you-â
âYouâre not the first person to come here in search of it. The real demon from those stories youâve probably heard is The Reaper. Do you really think a bullet will stop the God of death?â
McCree glanced to the weapon in his hand, which suddenly felt very small. Even though he stood at a much taller height than whoever this person was in front of him, they definitely managed to make themselves seem much more powerful. McCree only knew one other person who was capable of that.
âLeave, Vaquero!â
Okay, thatâs it.
He may not have known much about demons, but he wasnât stupid, either.
He stepped closer to her. She raised her gun, but didnât shoot. With every step McCree took, no shots were fired.
When the distance between them was short enough, he gripped the wrist of the hand holding the gun pointed at his chest. Her gloves were sturdy, but even through the tough leather, he managed to put enough pressure on that one place along her inner wrist.
Every demonâs weak spot.
Sure enough, within seconds, he could see the rest of her face, illuminated by her eyes which took on a bright, golden hue. The light of the moon was extinguished around them, but instead of black mist surrounding her, it was pure dark magic. Dark enough to consume a wildfire and effectively swallowing both of them whole. She winced in his hold. Her legs were slowly buckling under her as if the strength in her body was being drained. McCree knelt to her level and removed her hood. Her long hair flowing over her right shoulder like a waterfall silently breaking through a faulty dam. The glow of her eyes dimmed until he could vividly see her purple irises looking back at him. Hundreds of words and emotions swam through them as they just stared at each other in silence.
She expected him to be angry. He had every right to be. She kept this secret from him for so long and-
Her thoughts were cut off as the silk scarf was gently pulled down, revealing her entire face. She almost wished he would be angry with her, because it probably would have hurt a lot less than what he asked next:
âOlivia, why didnât you tell me?â
She wanted to tell him everything. She truly did. But all it would do is place him into a position nobody deserves to be in. With no other alternative answer immediately coming to mind, she crashed her lips against his, their kiss mingled with her tears. They held each otherâs embrace, the chill of the night not affecting the human in the slightest, for he had his demon keeping him warm.
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Ta-daaaaaaaaa⊠Iâm bad at kiss scenes, but I tried⊠probably wonât be the last one I write, either.Â
Blame itshigh-boop for getting me to freak out about this skin combo. Thanks to them, they got me from liking this ship to loving it. Tbh, this ship needs more love! Thanks for inspiring me, man! Happy McSombra week!!!
