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On the Tenth Day of Christmas, I wrote a fic for thee...

Mcgenji!

Summary: Genji and Jesse are both at their first Overwatch Christmas party

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With the Christmas music blasting out of every single speaker within the base the jolly members of Overwatch celebrated the holiday with much delight. The recreation area had turned into one big party room with tables of food, squad mates singing along to a catchy tune, games were played and drinks were shared. There wasn't quite a Christmas party like the ones that Overwatch threw and with all that they had accomplished they truly believed they deserved it.

Jesse was already chugging down at the egg nog whilst casually teasing Tracer over her poor attempt at crafting a Christmas hat. He did enjoy celebrating Christmas though he had never celebrated it like this before. He'd just go to bars and get drunk with nobodies but here with the people he knew it truly felt like a proper celebration. Everything was just perfect... until someone caught his eye.

Sitting all by himself on a bench in a lonely corner was Genji, the ninja turned cyborg. Genji still bore the title as the new guy but he had managed to impress and even befriend some of the members of Overwatch. However he merely sat there as still as a statue and looked like he didn't want to join in... at least that's what Jesse assumed, he couldn't really tell.

Maybe it was the holiday spirit inside him, or the dying curiosity to finally have a proper conversation with the cyborg since the only words he shared with him were greetings and farewells, but Jesse left Tracer and trotted over to the lone individual with a cherry smile.

"S'up Genji," he blurted as he stood over him, "you ain't gonna join in on the fun? We're gonna have some Yule cake in a bit, an' then we gonna chug on some mulled wine! It tastes vile but it gets the job done."

Genji looked up at him, his masked face devoid of any emotion. "Sorry McCree-San, I was just deep in thought," he said.

Jesse held in a snort, finding it funny at how Genji pronounced his name with his rich accent. It sounded a little like Mark-kuri instead of McCree. Jesse kinda liked it. "So what'cha thinkin' 'bout?" he pried.

Genji shook his head slowly. "Many things," he sighed.

Jesse sat down next to him. "Christmas ain't your thing?"

"Oh, not exactly," replied Genji, "I just never properly celebrated it."

"Really!?" Jesse was shocked that he almost dropped the jug of egg nog he held. "Surely they got Christmas in... er... your old home?" If Tracer were here she'd tease Jesse over the fact that he couldn't tell if Genji was from China or Japan, the only Asian countries Jesse knew of. Like a typical self absorbed American he wasn't too knowledgeable about the Far East.

"We do have Christmas in Japan," explained Genji, not noticing the sigh of relief from Jesse, "but my clan did not celebrate it. They saw it as... pointless and a waste of time. They got quite upset even if Christmas songs are sung within our home."

"Feh, they sound like a bunch of borin' coots," snorted Jesse.

"They were," confirmed Genji.

The two chuckled a little and a small silence between them appeared. Jesse was about to say something when Genji asked, "what is that you're drinking?"

"What this? It's egg nog." Jesse raised his glass up to Genji's face. "Wanna try?" Jesse suddenly felt silly after asking that question. "Um... you can still..."

"Drink? Yes I can still consume food, but only in small quantities." Genji reached for the glass with one hand whilst the other hand moved to the back of his head. With a simple click the mask pulled back to reveal his hidden face.

Jesse wasn't certain wether to look away or stare, thinking that both options would be considered rude but didn't realise that whilst he was thinking of what to do, he was already staring at him.

Underneath that mask was the face of a young man, heavily scarred of course with the cyborg tech delicately added on, but nevertheless it was a human face. He didn't look as grotesque as Jesse had originally thought but he still could not look away.

Genji hadn't appeared to notice or maybe he didn't care and he gently inhaled the frothy beverage before him. "It smells strange," said Genji. He then brought it to his lips and took a swig. His face immediately scrunched up and he grimaced terribly. "It's very sweet," he hissed with a cringe.

Jesse laughed and patted Genji on the back. "Yeah I like it when it's nice an' sweet like that. 'Course the alcohol is a nice kick too."

"What alcohol did they put in that?" Genji took another sip, either because the taste had grown on him or he was trying to figure out why he liked it.

"Bourbon I think," answered Jesse.

"Hmm, well it certainly adds that kick you mentioned." Genji seemed to enjoy it as he slowly drank the contents.

Jesse tried to think of something else to say to prevent another awkward silence. "I never celebrated Christmas properly whilst grownin' up, it was just a normal day for me. My first Christmas party was with my old gang... only it was more 'bout gettin' wasted then it was 'bout the holiday. Guess you can't call that a Christmas party then."

"My father," said Genji suddenly, "would always buy my brother and I a Christmas cake. In the solitude of our home we'd share it together, without the other clan members finding out. It was the only Christmas thing we did together."

Jesse sighed as he swigged a full of egg nog from the jug he held. "I guess you and me are havin' our first proper Christmas bash then, huh?"

Genji managed to form a small smile with his scarred lips. "I believe you are correct McCree-San."

"Jus' call me Jesse," requested the gunman.

The two watched as Winston was attempting to fill his mouth with as many peanut butter covered bananas as possible to the cheers of some cadets whilst Angela was fleeing from a drunken Reinhardt with a mistletoe.

"Is this how Christmas parties are properly conducted?" asked Genji.

"I think so?" answered Jesse, who wasn't entirely sure.

Description

On the Tenth Day of Christmas, I wrote a fic for thee...

Mcgenji!

Summary: Genji and Jesse are both at their first Overwatch Christmas party

------------

With the Christmas music blasting out of every single speaker within the base the jolly members of Overwatch celebrated the holiday with much delight. The recreation area had turned into one big party room with tables of food, squad mates singing along to a catchy tune, games were played and drinks were shared. There wasn't quite a Christmas party like the ones that Overwatch threw and with all that they had accomplished they truly believed they deserved it.

Jesse was already chugging down at the egg nog whilst casually teasing Tracer over her poor attempt at crafting a Christmas hat. He did enjoy celebrating Christmas though he had never celebrated it like this before. He'd just go to bars and get drunk with nobodies but here with the people he knew it truly felt like a proper celebration. Everything was just perfect... until someone caught his eye.

Sitting all by himself on a bench in a lonely corner was Genji, the ninja turned cyborg. Genji still bore the title as the new guy but he had managed to impress and even befriend some of the members of Overwatch. However he merely sat there as still as a statue and looked like he didn't want to join in... at least that's what Jesse assumed, he couldn't really tell.

Maybe it was the holiday spirit inside him, or the dying curiosity to finally have a proper conversation with the cyborg since the only words he shared with him were greetings and farewells, but Jesse left Tracer and trotted over to the lone individual with a cherry smile.

"S'up Genji," he blurted as he stood over him, "you ain't gonna join in on the fun? We're gonna have some Yule cake in a bit, an' then we gonna chug on some mulled wine! It tastes vile but it gets the job done."

Genji looked up at him, his masked face devoid of any emotion. "Sorry McCree-San, I was just deep in thought," he said.

Jesse held in a snort, finding it funny at how Genji pronounced his name with his rich accent. It sounded a little like Mark-kuri instead of McCree. Jesse kinda liked it. "So what'cha thinkin' 'bout?" he pried.

Genji shook his head slowly. "Many things," he sighed.

Jesse sat down next to him. "Christmas ain't your thing?"

"Oh, not exactly," replied Genji, "I just never properly celebrated it."

"Really!?" Jesse was shocked that he almost dropped the jug of egg nog he held. "Surely they got Christmas in... er... your old home?" If Tracer were here she'd tease Jesse over the fact that he couldn't tell if Genji was from China or Japan, the only Asian countries Jesse knew of. Like a typical self absorbed American he wasn't too knowledgeable about the Far East.

"We do have Christmas in Japan," explained Genji, not noticing the sigh of relief from Jesse, "but my clan did not celebrate it. They saw it as... pointless and a waste of time. They got quite upset even if Christmas songs are sung within our home."

"Feh, they sound like a bunch of borin' coots," snorted Jesse.

"They were," confirmed Genji.

The two chuckled a little and a small silence between them appeared. Jesse was about to say something when Genji asked, "what is that you're drinking?"

"What this? It's egg nog." Jesse raised his glass up to Genji's face. "Wanna try?" Jesse suddenly felt silly after asking that question. "Um... you can still..."

"Drink? Yes I can still consume food, but only in small quantities." Genji reached for the glass with one hand whilst the other hand moved to the back of his head. With a simple click the mask pulled back to reveal his hidden face.

Jesse wasn't certain wether to look away or stare, thinking that both options would be considered rude but didn't realise that whilst he was thinking of what to do, he was already staring at him.

Underneath that mask was the face of a young man, heavily scarred of course with the cyborg tech delicately added on, but nevertheless it was a human face. He didn't look as grotesque as Jesse had originally thought but he still could not look away.

Genji hadn't appeared to notice or maybe he didn't care and he gently inhaled the frothy beverage before him. "It smells strange," said Genji. He then brought it to his lips and took a swig. His face immediately scrunched up and he grimaced terribly. "It's very sweet," he hissed with a cringe.

Jesse laughed and patted Genji on the back. "Yeah I like it when it's nice an' sweet like that. 'Course the alcohol is a nice kick too."

"What alcohol did they put in that?" Genji took another sip, either because the taste had grown on him or he was trying to figure out why he liked it.

"Bourbon I think," answered Jesse.

"Hmm, well it certainly adds that kick you mentioned." Genji seemed to enjoy it as he slowly drank the contents.

Jesse tried to think of something else to say to prevent another awkward silence. "I never celebrated Christmas properly whilst grownin' up, it was just a normal day for me. My first Christmas party was with my old gang... only it was more 'bout gettin' wasted then it was 'bout the holiday. Guess you can't call that a Christmas party then."

"My father," said Genji suddenly, "would always buy my brother and I a Christmas cake. In the solitude of our home we'd share it together, without the other clan members finding out. It was the only Christmas thing we did together."

Jesse sighed as he swigged a full of egg nog from the jug he held. "I guess you and me are havin' our first proper Christmas bash then, huh?"

Genji managed to form a small smile with his scarred lips. "I believe you are correct McCree-San."

"Jus' call me Jesse," requested the gunman.

The two watched as Winston was attempting to fill his mouth with as many peanut butter covered bananas as possible to the cheers of some cadets whilst Angela was fleeing from a drunken Reinhardt with a mistletoe.

"Is this how Christmas parties are properly conducted?" asked Genji.

"I think so?" answered Jesse, who wasn't entirely sure.