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Hey hey heyy :) I see that you do a lot Mauga x Sombra that is become soo addict now..I just want to know , what if one day Mauga would just , don't know, disappears from a mission and only come back to the Talon like..3 months after ??... did Sombra just get use or she would be a little anxious for the big man

(Ps: I BEG FOR FANFICTION WITH THIS DYNAMIC PLEASE GOD :') )

Talofa!~ Yes, join me... ♡♡♡

I may have gotten a little carried away with this, but here you go~ ♡

Thank you anon!!~

“Gone? What do you mean he’s gone?!”

“He’s a liability… he’s better off gone…”

Reaper snarled, his smoking silhouette disappearing off of the drop shop after touchdown back at the base. Sombra stood on the landing pad, a mixture of anger and confusion, glaring after the cloaked figure as he vanished from view.

She hadn’t been on the mission, but her partner in crime - Mauga - had been, and finding out he hadn’t returned with the rest of the squad made a knot in her stomach.

Sure, he had a habit of disappearing off and following his own rules on missions, but he always came back. She’d gotten used to his free nature in the time she had known him and admired it, even if it did drive her mad at times. This time would be the same, right?

It wasn’t hidden that many of the superiors of Talon didn’t like Mauga, Reaper especially found his erratic and chaotic nature difficult. His charisma and toothy smiles doing little to win him over. Sombra too found him challenging at first, but after being forced to work together, she eventually understood his charming facade and even enjoyed his company, favouring him over many others. In fact, she had grown attached to him, seeking him out, growing excited when she knew they’d be paired up again.

Her face contorted into a snarl, she clenched her fists, trying to keep her short temper contained. Reaper’s lack of concern for Mauga getting under her skin more than she thought it ever would.

“Such a shame, I was beginning to see his potential.”

Moira lamented as she sauntered past, hands folded neatly behind her back, glancing down at Sombra with a slight smirk. Any time she began to show interest in anyone was always a concern.

“Que te den, Moira…” she snapped, turning on her heels and back to her private quarters. Before she had even left the landing pad, she opened up her program in a bright burst of purple holograms around her, beginning her search for any pings and all cameras in operation at the location he was last known to be.

Their mission had gone bad, leaving little to nothing in the wake of their attack making it more difficult. Of course it had gone wrong, she wasn’t there, she thought to herself.

But, If anyone could find him, it was her.

Her heart raced, pounding in her chest as she searched, eyes darting across the multiple new glowing windows in front of her. Why was she so concerned with his whereabouts? Why did her chest ache at the idea of never seeing him again?

Slowly her temper simmered down, but it was replaced instead with concern and fear.

Back in her room she kept looking, biting her lip when she saw the destruction Reaper’s squad had brought on the factory they had descended upon. Mauga had caused more damage and survived worse. There was no way he was harmed or worse.

“Where are you, Cariño…” she muttered quietly to herself.

After hours and hours, long into the night, she finally paused her search. Nothing had come up, no leads and no sign of him.

Curling up into herself, she hugged her knees as she looked up at the screens in front of her from her desk chair. Stills of surveillance cameras of the last known sightings of him flickered next to endless sequencing of locations and names linked to him. He could be anywhere. He had to be.

She felt lost. Her heart ached.

Pining for him in a way she never thought she would.

Closing her eyes and resting her chin on her knees, releasing a breath she hadn’t realised she had been holding. His last words to her kept repeating in her mind, now more than 24 hours prior now; ~

“You better come back in one piece, amigo.”

She called out to him as he stepped up into the drop shop, chuckling as he watched her with crossed arms scowling at him playfully.

“Don’t worry, Sombs, I’ll always come back to you”.

Flashing her a wink with a smile that made her heart fluttered, he disappeared behind the closing shuttle doors. She stayed until they disappeared from view, not knowing that it would be the last time she’d see him for a while. ~

Back in her room she looked back up at his profile image, wishing that she could just pull him out of the hologram. Sombra wanted him back at base, she wanted him home, with her.

Her cheeks flushed at the idea of him returning just for her. The idea that he was only sticking around at Talon for her. She hoped that was the case, and her needless worrying was for nothing. He would just saunter in like he always did, smug and confident, teasing her for wondering where he was.

It hadn’t even been that long, and she was acting like a worried wife. He would come back. Hell, she had disappeared without a word, why was it so different for him to just disappear? She refused to let herself think it was because she cared deeply about him. That it was maybe because she had caught feelings for him. No. They were just close friends. Amigos. Partners in crime, like he said. Nothing more. Right?

But days passed, which turned to weeks, then months. He hadn’t been seen for 3 whole months with no communication or sightings.

Her faith in him returning to her was beginning to wane. Just like everyone she had formed a bond with, they eventually faded, pushed her away, used her or even died. There was a reason she was so distant with others, rarely bonding with anyone past needing something or a common goal.

Of course he was gone, just when she began to feel something more. Maybe she was just a fool, playing into his hands and his game, trusting him was the first mistake. Maybe his smiles and affection were just a facade. Not that it was anymore more than friendship. Maybe just a crush, she would kid herself, overthinking every interaction they ever had. He never left her mind and it was driving her mad.

“You’d think a man of that size would be hard to miss..” Widow sneered one day on a mission, grumbling again after his name had been mentioned yet again by the hacker.

She was right. How had he vanished?

But then again, he had a nasty habit of sneaking up on targets, surprising them and his teammates with how silent he could be. He was an excellent tracker. Even sneaking up on Baptiste was a feat in itself, and it still impressed her when she found out he had rolled into town without a second glance.

“If he’s still alive….” Reaper growled, catching a glare from Sombra through her holograms as she scanned the building opposite them.

Gritting her teeth, she tried to ignore his comment, still believing he was alive. “It would take more than that to kill him, pendejo, and you know it..”

All she received was a rattling grow in response as he evaporated into smoke and slipped away toward their target. Widow tutted, muttering something to herself before grappling away, her voice then picking up through Sombra’s earpiece.

“Forget him, focus on the task”.

The mission had gone without a hitch, perfectly executed, and they were ready for extraction. Widow and Reaper had already made their way out, leaving Sombra to find her own way out through the endless corridors. Teleporting out through the communications centre of the building, not without stealing what she could from the motherboards first, she appeared into the outside air with a digital flash.

Over the coms in her ear, she could hear updates being relayed from the dropship approaching, but a faint crackle made her pause. Standing still she waited, listening for the noise until it sounded louder, closer. The cold air shifted around her and she realised she wasn’t alone anymore.

Vanishing, she quickly spun around, reappearing now armed and inches away from the figure who had quietly approached her. The barrel of her machine pistol aimed at his throat, her eyes a deep glowing purple, Sombra glared until she recognised the intense eyes staring back at her.

Her expression softened, lowering her weapon with a soft gasp. “Mauga..?”

“That’s quite the greeting, Aitu'' he grinned, holding his large hands out in a casual manner, chuckling and she stood motionless. “Sorry to keep you waitin-..”

Cutting him off with a sharp slap to the face, his face instantly dropped from a wide grin to a tight pout. It hurt her hand more than it would ever hurt him, but it was instinct and the only response she could give him.

Slowly blinking, he glared down at her, her eyes burning white with matching intensity.

“Hey! Lighten up, what was that for-..”

“¡Maldita sea! Where have you been?!”

She was angry, but her voice betrayed her, less of a threat and more of a plea. It shocked him, seeing how distressed she seemed about seeing him. He simply stared at her as she began to rant at him, unintelligible cursing in Spanish before throwing her hands up at him, watching him expectantly.

“I’ve been waiting for you! You said you’d come back to me!” Breathing heavily, Sombra stared up at him, her rage beginning to wane, her expression now pained and concerned. “Where were you…”

Taken aback by her reaction, he looked away from her for a moment, the look in her eyes making his chest ache. Had she really been waiting on him?

“I just, y’know. Needed time to recuperate.… I didn’t think… me coming back would matter that much to you..”

“Idiota, of course you matter to me!”

Meeting her eyes again with a softer expression, Mauga saw for the first time just how much he meant to her. In that moment he actually felt wanted.

“I matter to you?”

His raised eyebrow and smirk threatening to take over his face made her look away, her scowl returning along with a flush across her face. Replacing her pistol back into it’s holster, she folded her arms, turning away from him to avoid seeing the smugness radiating from him. “Yeah! Y-yeah.. You do, okay?”

But she was wrong. A hand gently placed on her shoulder, turning her around to face him. Reluctantly, she looked up at him, feeling the heat rise in her skin when he tilted her chin up with a finger.

“You’re cute when you’re angry..” His voice was low and raspy, and it sent a chill up her spine. He’d never looked at her that way before and it made her heart race. “I’m sorry I left and didn’t say anything. But, I’m here now.”

Unable to reply, biting her lip hard, she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his torso. She couldn’t look at him anymore, knowing her face would be a dead give away to how he was affecting her. No one had ever made her feel like this. Her heart pounded heavily, feeling his large arms wrap around her protectively. His skin was warm, and the rhythm of his two hearts brought her comfort.

“I promise I won’t run off again.” he murmured against her hair, nuzzling against it, making her smile. “I’m scared that next time you might actually hunt me down.”

“There won’t be a next time, puta, I’ve already put a tracker on you..” she mumbled against his chest.

Chuckling, he shifted himself, feeling her hand pull away from his belt as she indeed left a small glowing purple tracker on him. He didn’t doubt she actually would, she always kept her word. But, part of it made him glad that someone actually wanted to have him around. That through all his elusiveness and chaotic nature, she still cared and wanted him.

“Good, because I’m not going anywhere without you now.”

There was no one he’d rather have tracking him and no one he’d rather come home to.

#lil boost #mauga x sombra

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