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[Sombra X Ill!Reader]-Hacked

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gushygrace

(Yes, I'm aware the prior chapter also entailed that of a sick reader. The two chapters are completely different though, I assure you! (also i mean pls help i'm low on ideas kcanklvsnkl;;;)

Two weeks prior you and Sombra had scheduled to visit one of her Talon comrades, Widowmaker. The flight from home had gone smoothly alongside the numerous taxis to get to her apartment. It had passed with ease. Too much ease. There had to be a catch. At first, all was well. Fast forward, and you wake up terribly ill. Fevers ranging up to 103, and a terrible cough that would absolutely rattle you.

Here you sat in Widowmaker's kitchen now, coughing into your sleeves as your girlfriend made you both soup. You would watch her stir the pot as she gazed between the dish and you, then when she'd eventually murmur something in Spanish about manners upon your next abrupt cough. It was then you would apologize, though only halfheartedly through your dizzying fever.

This continued for a long while, or perhaps a short while, honestly-- in this moment you couldn't tell. Finally, your girlfriend was directly in front of you, snapping as to draw your attention. "Hello? Hola? Anyone home?" She inquired brazenly.

"Greetings." You replied softly, blinking rapidly.

"Soup's done, mi amor." Your quirky partner quipped with ridiculed amusement, an impish grin plastered to her face.

You rubbed your eyes, surveying the kitchen before sliding off the counter. Had you really zoned out so easily? Perhaps your fever was more grievous than you'd anticipated. You mentally noted to mention the incident to Mercy later.

Soon you found your feet moving to follow Sombra as she lectured you about staying healthy, whom held bowls to her chest steadily as she made her way through the apartment. Every few moments she'd halt her escort of the sloshing bowls to check that you were following suit and listening to her lecturing. Upon the satisfaction that you were in fact alive and attentive she'd continue on.

It soon came to your attention that the dining room was in fact the destination. The large room didn't exactly sound appealing with it's window-less walls. It was enclosed and uncomfortable.

"Sommy?" You asked with your broken, sick voice, cutting her off with her long-time acquired nickname her spiel about washing hands before every meal.

"Hm?" She hummed, turning.

"Can we eat on the balcony?" You requested, your hands fiddling.

"I don't see why not." She murmured, eyeing you for a moment before leading the way.

Finally reaching the balcony, she placed the bowl down with a small 'clank' on the small table that resided above Paris. It was then that she carried on to pull out your chair. She remained behind the chair as you approached it warily, and only left to seat herself across from you.

It was cold out, you were sure, as you could see your breath. The soup's steam rose into the air a short distance before disappearing, and more steam would follow- meeting the same fate. This seemed the effect the rest of Paris too, as below citizens were scurrying shop to shop in heavy coats. They were most likely doing some last minute holiday shopping.

The thought made you smile, the team's holiday party was approaching steadfast, and the parties were always one to remember. You clandestinely hoped that you'd be better before it's arrival.

Despite all the signs of cold, the frigid chill of Paris' sky couldn't seem to bother you. This was most definitely due to the fever raging within your head.

When you finally looked away from the scenery, you found Sombra staring into her own bowl of soup. She seemed just as distracted as you. Taking a small spoon full of soup, you tasted it.

"Wow, this is great." You began, bringing her to attention.

Her once glazed, distracted eyed snapped back into reality. She blinked rapidly momentarily, then returned to normal. "Gracias, es mi mama's." She revealed, another signature grin slipping onto her face.

Time slipped away from the both of you as you quietly ate soup, watching passerby scurry along with brightly colored bags and a destination in mind. Faintly, you wondered if you could ever have such small problems as being on time or getting someone the perfect present. No death, no destruction, a normal life.

It's been quite a few minutes of continued silence when you spoke up once more. Your eyes almost shamefully remained on your soup. "Sombra, are we gonna get married?"

Her spoon clattered, drawing your attention sharply. When you looked up, you'd feared she'd turned invisible and dash. But, instead found her sheepishly glaring into her soup. Her cheeks were stained the color of scarlet blood that you were all too familiar with.

You coughed awkwardly as you watched her ridged form blush into the bowl.

"Sombr--"

"Maybe one day." She responded, shooting you a faint, happy smile.

"One day it is." You confirmed, sharing her newfound exuberant attitude towards the topic.

You both fell silent, watching the passerby continue on their hurried way below. Despite the bitter cold, your illness, and stressful future, as you reached out to squeeze your girlfriend's hand, you knew you'd rather be nowhere else as she returned the loving squeeze.

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This book has gotten popular in the last few months! Thank you guys so much for the support and votes <3! If you guys are still up for it, I'll continue with these! These next few chapter might be a little rough due to some severe writers block, but fear not! We shall persevere!

Also- good luck to everyone with finals!