(( This is for the kind anon who bought me a Ko-Fi – they requested I write something based on my Bandit King McCree and noblewoman Sombra AU – I hope this is okay, anon – thank you for the support! ))
She feels a stare but remains unalarmed. This is not the the frightening, cold, hard-pressed stare of her uncle, scrutinizing her in her ‘sleep’, attempting to find betrayal where there is none. The gentle breeze drifting in through the thin curtains around her bed let her know that this is a friend. Perhaps she should be alarmed – after all, her windows had been securely closed, courtesy of her uncle’s wishes. But the scent of leather, earth, and oil relax any trepeditions she may have had, her traitorous heart beating a second faster in realization. Her senses flood her as a leather clad hand gently but firmly presses over her mouth, silencing any potential screams of alarm.
Slowly, she opens her eyes, sight adjusting to the darkness. Her King looks a sight – his broad frame illuminated by the glow of moonlight coming in through her windows. When she catches sight of dark brown eyes, her hands finally move over his, gently patting the back of it as he removes it from her mouth.
“My apologies for disturbing your rest, m’lady.”
Despite the beating in her chest, she frowns, moving to sit up, not bothering to cover herself in the process. There are so many things she could ask – she should ask, but all that comes out is, “I thought I told you not to call me that.”
He grins. “Even ruffians need to show proper manners, yes?”
Sombra shakes her head. “McCree, what are you doing here?” Their whispers are like a ghost but carry the weight of urgency. “I told you- I thought we agreed that this was for the best.”
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