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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 wasn’t half bad. a stand for ice cream and balloons and a sitting area for visitors to relax and enjoy the ‘ambiance’. 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 Jack’s 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 mates…You chuckled idly, knowing that without an impending heat or an early rut, your scents didn’t stand out that intensely in a crowd. Still…there had to be a way to find them…

“Excuse me ma’am? You can’t be back here. This area is for authorized personnel only.”

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.  

“Oh oh it’s okay”, 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. “Hey, I have ID and an access card…it’s just in my clutch, I swear.”

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. 

“I am so so sorry, Mrs. Reyes-Morrison! I-I had no idea!”

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

“It’s fine”, you answered back quickly, dipping your head in thanks as he took a nervous half-step away from you. “I always get turned around when I visit…usually Gabe or Jack meets up with me but I wanted to surprise them for once.”

“Oh well ma’am this is the completely wrong building”, the agent answered genuinely, before reaching for a walkie-talkie on the opposite side of his waist. “This is the records wing. But, I can get you a ride to the admin side!”

“Really”, you gasped out, letting out a sigh of relief as he nodded emphatically, ordering a small transport cart to that location. 

“I swear to god if we have to watch another slideshow”, 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 Jack’s shoulders, hand squeezing his bicep lightly. 

“I dunno Jack”, Gabe teased, a small smirk teasing his lips as the blonde looked away from his datapad. “I thought the whole ‘interactive’ feature was a nice touch. Who knew that charts could be so fun when you can adjust the budget.”

Jack snorted quietly, rolling his eyes briefly before pushing himself away from the table. Gabriel gave a half step back but didn’t release the man, Jack’s arm sliding around the Blackwatch Commander’s 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. They’d draw comfort from stealing a quick lunch with one another before they’d 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. 

“Come on sweet cheeks”, Jack said, snickering as he quickly pinched Gabriel’s 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 Jack’s lips.  “Let’s see what the cafeteria is serving up.”

“Lead the way Commander.”

Jack’s hand lightly pressed on Gabriel’s 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 Jack’s scent,  crisp Autumn air and cedarwood and spice…but your scent was much stronger than the lingering scent he had smelled on the blonde this morning. 

“Do you smell that”, Jack asked, saltwater and musk and black coffee suddenly minced with roses and brown sugar. 

“Just about to ask–”

“Gabi! Jackie!”

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. 

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.

“Now this is a pleasant surprise”, Jack said, pressing yet another kiss to the top of your head. 

“I wanted to bring you boys lunch since I know you’re not feeding yourselves”, you teased, grinning as they both tried to open their mouths to create an excuse. 

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.

“Wait is that roast beef”, Jack asked, hand edging towards the basket just as you managed to placed the cookies back and slam the top closed. 

“Mhmm”, you answered with a proud nod before shaking your head as the man tried to sneak back in there. “We are going to have a proper lunch like a proper pack, okay? So lead the way to the cafeteria!”

“Alright alright”, 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, you’d have to do this more often. 

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Can you do an alpha!doomfist x omega!reader, where he gets out of prison and finds her and she can't believe he's finally back with her and it's just very fluffy with a lot of holding please?

((I may have absolutely butchered some of the terms of endearment. I searched for Yoruba terms of endearment and came up with these. If this is incorrect or if the usage is wrong, please reach out to me, always ready to correct any errors I make!))

There was someone in the room with you.

You mentally cursed as you became acutely aware of the presence of another within the room, the muted scent of Alpha barely tickling your nose. It should not have been easy to get into your home. There were supposed to be safeguards in place; a security system installed by one of Talon’s finest security firms, the dog Akande had gifted your mere months before he had been imprisoned. The house itself was away from the bustling city of Numbani, existing close enough to the city for the residence to be registered there but far enough away that you had a kilometer of land in all directions.

It was implied that you were no longer welcomed within the confines of the city and you had almost prefered it that way. While no crimes had been pinned onto you, you were the mate to an international ‘criminal’. You had been Akande Ogundimu’s mate long before he had become Doomfist, before he had lost his arm and before his ‘fall from the world’s grace’. While it had once gained you the envy of any that laid eyes on the multi-talented business man, it had now earned you the ire of those that resented his tactics for the betterment of humankind. While some were fine with words, others thought they should hit him where they know it could truly hurt especially when they knew he could do nothing about it. You, however, were not the helpless omega they often believed you to be. They thought you a wilting flower, a ‘typical’ submissive, domestic Omega who attracted Akande to you with your meek nature. And this was the image you preferred to uphold. But one did not become the mate of one of the greatest tacticians and martial artists without learning some of his ways.

You shifted as slightly as you could, your hand inching upwards cautiously, fingers wrapping tight around the thin telescopic baton beneath your pillow. You kept your breathing even, steady, listening as the near silent footsteps made their way closer and closer to you. With a hard snap of the wrist you extended the baton to its full length before twisting in your bed, letting out a low grunt as you arced the weapon towards the intruder. They caught your wrist effortlessly, their grip snug but not painful, a low threatening growl leaving your throat as you tried to yank away.

“Ìfẹ́-ọkàn mi… is this any way to welcome me home?”

It felt as if your heart stopped and drummed all at once, your eyes going round as the sound of that voice–his voice–poured over you. Slowly your gaze drifted upwards until your eyes locked with warm brown eyes. For the first time in years, it felt as if you could truly breathe, your hands releasing the baton as you clumsily surged forward. Akande’s rich laugh poured over you as he smoothly pulled you up into his arms, a choked sob wresting its way from your lips as your arms tightened about his neck. Your hands shook as they danced over him; his face, his shoulders, grazing against his mark in unbelieving astonishment.

Pressing your face into his shoulder you took a deep breath and practically whimpered. His scent was contained and dampened, but beneath the layers of obvious suppressants, it was there; smelling of ube fruit and anise, rippling undertones of rich earth and ozone. You had wanted this for so long, it felt as if you were still in a dream, the only thing tethering you to the fact that it was reality was the solid feel of him beneath your touch. You could hear, could feel the low rumble of contentment that vibrated through his chest, your hands tightening around the edge of his tank top before your eyes lifted back up to his.

“Olùfẹ́ mi”, you stated breathlessly, tears rolling down your face as a wide grin creased your lips. “Welcome home…what took you so long?”

A shiver rolled down your spine as you watched a smile crease his face before a bark of a laugh left his lips as he stood with you and did a small spin. You laughed for the first time in ages, your legs kicking back, his hold about your waist tightening as he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours.

“You know oyin mi I do not move until the time is right”, he stated matter-of-factly before dipping his head down and pressing a long kiss against you mark. “I have missed you, my joy.”

You purred, nails gently scratching at his shoulder as he nuzzled, unable to mark you yet but allowing your scent to mark him. You whined when he pulled back before sighing as he pressed a hard kiss to your lips. You melted under his show of affection, your body going lax against his. Life had been breathed into you, warmth coursing through you as your weakened connection re-established itself, settling the discourse that had wracked you all the years he had been away. Reluctantly, you pulled away from one another when oxygen demanded it, Akande warily lowering you down to the ground. Your brow pinched together in confusion, wanting to disregard the obvious notion that he couldn’t stay, wanting to steal several more moments with the man, your Alpha. But the risk was too high and you would never forgive yourself if you were the reason why he ended up back in jail.

Akande gently cupped your face, your hand instantly lifting up and holding it there as you twisted your face to press hard kisses into his palm. Your eyes were wet again, an arc of sadness tinging the reunion, the tall man smiling down at your affectionately.

“I will send for you when it is safe”, he stated, answering the silent question of ‘when’ that was written all over your face. He paused for a moment, tearing his gaze away as a small device in his pocket began to beep incessantly. A frown tinged his features before his eyes returned to you, a torn smile on his full lips. “I have to leave now if I am going to make it out of Numabni.”

“Then I will wait for you onítèmi.”

“I love you, my omega.”

“I love you too, my Alpha. Be safe.”

He pressed one last kiss to your lips before dashing out of the room and down the stairs. Dropping back onto your bed, you sighed, a swell of happiness filling your chest as you ran your hand down the back of your neck. There would be no more sleeping this evening.

((Ìfẹ́-ọkàn mi-desire of my heart

Olùfẹ́ mi-my (male) lover

oyin mi-my honey

onítèmi-Owner of mine (my love) ))