Poly R76 with an omega civilian s/o? Like they're both Alphas and their S/O has nothing to do with Overwatch and everyone just thinks Jack and Gabe are mates until their s/o drops in? (bonus points if they're dropping off cookies)
You both loved and hated the Geneva base. It was absolutely gorgeous on the outside; a sleekly designed building with a newly erected statue of Jack and a large museum dedicated to the heroes and the world that had risen up after the Omnic Crisis. There was even a gift shop and restaurant where the food wasnât half bad. a stand for ice cream and balloons and a sitting area for visitors to relax and enjoy the âambianceâ. The thing that you absolutely abhorred, however, was the actual building meant for Overwatch and Blackwatch personnel. You had turned down one hallway too many, utterly lost in the maze of hallways.
Admittedly, you understood why the base was structured the way it was. Overwatch was not only a remnant of the war but a peacekeeping organization that had its hand in every major international conflict both legally and occasionally illegally. Overwatch was not a small organization and even Blackwatch was nothing to turn your nose up at, both requiring ample space both administratively and practically. There were practice ranges, R&D departments of every kind, a state of the art trauma center along with many other types of offices neither of your mates had divulged to you. A base that was easily navigated was easily sabotaged, infiltrated and destroyed. So even if you were lost, you could take it in stride. Plus you had treats for them.
You had managed to dig up an old-fashioned wicker basket, no doubt a gift from Jackâs mother and father way back when they had visited last year. You had spent a good portion of the morning filling the basket with their favorites like something out of one of those classic movies or musical Gabriel loved so much. A medium rare roast beef sandwich piled high with layers of carmelized onions, blue cheese, spinach and spicy mustard for Jack (an ample handful of mints stuffed along the side to handle the post-sandwich breath). For Gabriel, braised chicken you had simmered the night before stacked high on a roll with tomatoes, fried onions, spring mix and his guacamole spread on top. The sandwiches were carefully stacked to the side of the basket, one container filled with sliced apples and mangoes and another filled with carrots and peppers and finally a tupperware container filled to the brim with your homemade cookies. Milk chocolate chunk cookies and snickerdoodles, sectioned off with a thin layer of hard plastic.
Somehow, the scent of the cookies seemed to overtake the harsh scent of both of their sandwiches, hints of vanilla and brown sugar and butter clinging to your skin and dress from all the baking you had done that morning. It mingled with your natural scent; roses petals, amber and sweets making you smell like quite the treat. Now if only you could sniff out your matesâŠYou chuckled idly, knowing that without an impending heat or an early rut, your scents didnât stand out that intensely in a crowd. StillâŠthere had to be a way to find themâŠ
âExcuse me maâam? You canât be back here. This area is for authorized personnel only.â
You jumped slightly as a hand gently tapped your shoulder, twisting around on your heel to see the concerned face of one of the security personnel for the building. His hand loosely grasped the blaster pistol on his hip, his eyes immediately looking you up and down warily. You smiled warmly at him, knowing the man was only doing his job even if the gesture was mildly threatening. In his defense, you stood out like a sore thumb and it was a wonder you had made it so far. Everyone walking through the halls had some type of uniform that signified that they were Overwatch personnel, often a CAC card also affixed outwardly to their person. You, on the other hand, wore a cream-colored Delores swing dress that was covered in pink and red roses of all maturities. You had even managed to dig up a pair of rose-colored ankle strap pumps, looking the perfect image of neo-50s fashion. Â
âOh oh itâs okayâ, you said quickly, laying on the charm as your eyes broke away from his, head tilting down as you opened the clutch that hung loosely around your left wrist. Your entire body jumped, a squeak of shock barely swallowed in your throat as he pulled the blaster from his hip and pointed it at you. Lifting your hands into the air, the basket held tightly in one hand and your cloth swinging freely on the other side. You gulped nervously as the suspicion the man regarded you with intensified. âHey, I have ID and an access cardâŠitâs just in my clutch, I swear.â
You kept your voice calm and even, thickly laying on your omega charm despite the heavy feeling of fear that made your legs quiver. His gun remained trained on you as he cautiously reached for the small bag, unzipping it and allowing the content to fall freely to the floor below. You fought the small pout that threatened to rise up, your favorite lipstick rolling to the left, a tube of mascara to the right, your IDs scattering on the floor. He glanced at the floor then you, slowly lowering to a knee, warily picking up the identification card as well as the deep blue translucent card with the Overwatch symbol on the back. His brow furrowed briefly for a moment as he looked at your ID then your Overwatch CAC card, his jaw going slack for a moment before he scrambled to put his gun away. He dropped to both knees and began to pick up all the items that had fallen on the floor, stammering an apology as he did so.Â
âI am so so sorry, Mrs. Reyes-Morrison! I-I had no idea!â
Lowering your arms you shook your head dismissively, smiling appreciatively as he assisted you with putting all of the items back into the clutch. The man was simply doing his job, preventing any hostiles or unknowns from getting too far into the building. Most of the world did not know that you were the mate of two of the greatest war heroes of the time, save for close friends and family. To the rest of the world, Gabriel and Jack were mated Alphas a power couple to end all power couples
âItâs fineâ, you answered back quickly, dipping your head in thanks as he took a nervous half-step away from you. âI always get turned around when I visitâŠusually Gabe or Jack meets up with me but I wanted to surprise them for once.â
âOh well maâam this is the completely wrong buildingâ, the agent answered genuinely, before reaching for a walkie-talkie on the opposite side of his waist. âThis is the records wing. But, I can get you a ride to the admin side!â
âReallyâ, you gasped out, letting out a sigh of relief as he nodded emphatically, ordering a small transport cart to that location.Â
âI swear to god if we have to watch another slideshowâ, Jack sighed as the last of the attendees of that meeting filtered out of the room, lightly pressing his hand against his eyes to sooth some of the tension away. Gabriel made his way around from his side of the table, his arm sliding across Jackâs shoulders, hand squeezing his bicep lightly.Â
âI dunno Jackâ, Gabe teased, a small smirk teasing his lips as the blonde looked away from his datapad. âI thought the whole âinteractiveâ feature was a nice touch. Who knew that charts could be so fun when you can adjust the budget.â
Jack snorted quietly, rolling his eyes briefly before pushing himself away from the table. Gabriel gave a half step back but didnât release the man, Jackâs arm sliding around the Blackwatch Commanderâs waist. A low hum of contentment rumbled through the both of them, each allowing the comforting scent and touch of one another temporarily soothe the stresses of that long morning away. Theyâd draw comfort from stealing a quick lunch with one another before theyâd have to go their separate way; training, requisitions, and mission planning for two separate organization. The only moments they could steal were the ones when they could venture home; spending a bit of time with their omega and eating before dropping in exhaustion. Rinse, wash, repeat.Â
âCome on sweet cheeksâ, Jack said, snickering as he quickly pinched Gabrielâs rear. Gabriel glared down at his mate, no real malice in his gaze, only earning a cheeky smirk back before he pressed a chaste kiss to Jackâs lips. âLetâs see what the cafeteria is serving up.â
âLead the way Commander.â
Jackâs hand lightly pressed on Gabrielâs back, escorting him from the room with a small smile. Gabe dipped his head down, scenting Jack briefly before pausing, his nose still pressed against the shell of his ear as his brow furrowed in confusion. He could smell Jackâs scent, crisp Autumn air and cedarwood and spiceâŠbut your scent was much stronger than the lingering scent he had smelled on the blonde this morning.Â
âDo you smell thatâ, Jack asked, saltwater and musk and black coffee suddenly minced with roses and brown sugar.Â
âJust about to askââ
You carefully lifted yourself out of the seat that the security guard had provided for you, a wide smile splitting your face as you practically skipped over to the men. The looks on their faces made this absolutely worth it; confusion morphing into shock and then surprise and excitement as you moved closer. A squeal of genuine happiness left your lips as both men moved in tandem Gabriel grabbing the picnic basket as Jack grabbed you about the waist and twirled you, setting you down only for Gabriel to do the same.Â
Both dipped their heads down, kissing on either side of your cheek, your face briefly nuzzling against either one of them as you soaked in the scent and presence of your darling Alphas.
âNow this is a pleasant surpriseâ, Jack said, pressing yet another kiss to the top of your head.Â
âI wanted to bring you boys lunch since I know youâre not feeding yourselvesâ, you teased, grinning as they both tried to open their mouths to create an excuse.Â
You held up a hand, chuckling as you took the basket from Gabriel, flipping open the top and pulling out the container of cookies. A spark of giddiness traveled through you as you watched their eyes get wide, eyes dragging away from the container and back to you as both surged forward, covering both of your cheeks and ears and sides of your jaw in affectionate kisses.
âWait is that roast beefâ, Jack asked, hand edging towards the basket just as you managed to placed the cookies back and slam the top closed.Â
âMhmmâ, you answered with a proud nod before shaking your head as the man tried to sneak back in there. âWe are going to have a proper lunch like a proper pack, okay? So lead the way to the cafeteria!â
âAlright alrightâ, Jack acquiesced, taking the basket as you gave him a warning glare and offering you his free hand. Gabriel grabbed your other one, a wide smile creasing your lips as you were flanked by both of your mates. This was something you had missed, youâd have to do this more often.Â
