ribbons-halos:

ribbons-halos:

ribbons-halos:

Here’s a sad thought: McSombra Wolf Children AU. 

When your sad thought does its job:

Here’s that sad thought written out:

Two bags of groceries stop Sombra from pushing open the door. After a moment of fighting it, the bags rip open, spilling the cans and packages across the wood. She frowns, but sweeps the door open and steps over the mess. It’s the items McCree was sent for, but as she looks out over the dirt road turned into mud leading to their little cottage, she doesn’t see him. 

It’s been a long time. Why would he leave these here? Why wouldn’t he come into the house, or at least tell her where he had to go in such a hurry?

After Noé was born, McCree had shifted for a few nights in a row, saying that the urge to provide for his mate and their new pups was hard to suppress. He had hunted deer, bringing them to her. It wasn’t exactly romantic, but at least it made for good meat to cook later. 

Maybe he’s just running down some pheasants or something else. The twins must be driving him wild with worry. 

Her gut shifts at the falling rain. Something tastes odd in the air. Maybe her own worry of looking after three wolf children is eating at her, but she rushes back into the house.

“Noé, mijo, put on your rain coat,” Sombra says, watching the three year old leap from the table in excitement. “Pull on your rain boots, too.”

Keep reading