McGenji Secret Santa

Okay, it’s done! Here’s the McGenji Secret Santa’s backup gift for paladinodanse, an AU where Genji is a dragonboy who finds a piece of candy lost in the middle of the woods. 

“I think I’m falling in love with you”

for @pink-mew-151 ! ok i thought i posted this but i didnt so this is super late?? so idk if i can say merry christmas… happy new year then? idk

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Everyone in Overwatch held <i>something </i>against Torbjörn, but nobody could deny he threw the best parties of the whole organisation. So when it was his turn to host the annual Blackwatch-Overwatch party back in 2067, everyone in the Watchpoint was buzzing about it for weeks.

The short Swedish man mainly stayed in the Gibraltar base, everyone there had a chance to help out and get everything ready – McCree had naturally gone straight for picking out decorations. The paper garlands would most likely stay up for months, there were always loose glitter particles lying around somewhere and there were still several deflated balloons in the rafters of the Watchpoint’s mess hall. People rarely had free time in Gibraltar, but when they did, cleaning was the last thing anyone was willing to do- (Hell, the only reason the streamers from last year’s party were taken down was because most of the team <i>begged</i> Reinhardt to get rid of them- they were a neon eyesore, and so high up that even the German giant couldn’t reach them solo and needed Morrison to climb up on his shoulders and help) so if the decor would stay up for a while, he naturally wanted to pick what would be included.

Reyes had to force Genji to supervise him so the decorations wouldn’t all be western-themed.

“McCree?”

The gunslinger lifted his head from rummaging through a box of old party items- packs of balloons, sequins, those red cups he’d seen in movies. “Yeah?”

Genji pointed to the hatch in the corner of the hangar. For the first time in ages it was open, and a delivery truck had reversed through it. One of the higher-ups was helping a delivery guy unload boxes and crates from it, depositing them into a storage room just off to the side. Genji’s finger moved to point at an agent who took an opaque bag from the truck and stuffed it into an open box- he must have thought he was being subtle, but nothing escapes Genji. “That bag. What’s in it? Do you think it’s legal?”

McCree simply shrugged as he took out a cigarillo, lit it and took a long drag, exhaling the smoke in one puff. “Who cares? Genji, darlin’, we basically <i>are </i>the law. We make our own rules here. Ain’t nobody gonna bust us.” He popped the end of the cigarillo back into his mouth and dug out a sheet of paper. Suddenly he broke into a coughing fit, stubbing his smoke out on the floor and coughing out a puff of smoke like a dragon. He smiled afterwards, thumping himself on the chest and holding up the paper for Genji to see. “Oh my god, I remember these bein’ up last year.”

It was a picture of Captain Amari back in her early days, visibly drunk and confused. “They had these plastered all over the base when she went fifty. ‘S the only decs that ever got taken down straight after the party.”

“I heard a story about that from Angela. Apparently the posters were made by the strike-commander and after Amari-san found out he was unconscious for twelve hours.” Genji chuckled lightly, the green light of his visor brightening. The cyborg started to rummage through some of the inventory and laughed triumphantly, digging out a collection of albums.

“Damn, physical copies? I thought they stopped makin’ those.” McCree mused, eyes quickly scanning over the titles, flipping a few over to see if he recognized any song titles. “Lotta stuff here. Classics, slow dance, the works.”

“They have slow dance songs?” Genji peered over his shoulder. “Put one on! I want to hear it.”

They spent ten minutes trying to find somewhere they could play the music from, but Genji discovered that there were disc drives in some of the jets. McCree inserted a disc and a slow classical song began to play. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the cyborg as the shorter man began to move in time with the music, swaying his hips, holding his arms out in front of him as if he were holding another person.

He moves in a way that’s just so mesmerising, all fancy twirls and waltzes as he gracefully dances around the cockpit, inches from crashing into McCree until he turns on his heel and strikes an elegant pose, his arm straight and extended towards the cowboy.

“May I have this dance?”

McCree feels the blood rush to his face. He takes Genji’s hand without thinking and lets the cyborg pull him forward, holding his body tight as a vice, pulling one of his arms straight out to one side. They move together in a smooth waltz, their hips close and their chests pressing together.

The song continued (it was quite a long song and McCree’s legs were starting to get tired) and the pair waltzed to the front of the cockpit-

Then Genji struck an abrupt pose and sent McCree falling backwards into the pilot’s chair. The cyborg found this hilarious, laughing hard enough that he too leaned back too far and ended up on the older man’s lap- a little ball of laughter perched on McCree’s thighs. Embarrassed, the cowboy leaned in to give Genji a kiss- except he still had his visor on, so he got a faceful of cold metal, along with a redder face and extra humiliation. The cyborg laughed harder, unclasping his visor and giving McCree a chaste kiss on the forehead buefore snuggling up to him in the chair.

“Where did you learn to dance like that, anyway?” McCree questioned, lifting up the cyborg’s chin with two fingers.

“The Shimada clan held many formal parties.” Genji reminisced. “I danced with men and women alike to songs like this. I was quite the romantic.”

“So I’ve heard, Genji.”

–

Overwatch getting back together was important enough to warrant a party but there was just no time, so they had to make up for it by outdoing themselves when Christmas rolled around. Naturally, everyone voted Torbjörn to host, so he had shipments of everything they’d need sent to a drop-off point near the base (if anything was delivered to the Watchpoint they’d immediately get busted, which would be absolutely no good at all). McCree and Genji were sent to go and collect everything together.

“McCree?” Genji called, frowning behind his visor at a plastic bag he held with two fingers. “You don’t suppose this is legal, do you?”

“Are you actually being serious right now?” McCree laughed, treading what was left of his cigarillo into the ground. “Genji, our whole organisation is illegal. If we’re gonna break the law, we might as well go all the way.”

Genji shrugged. “I suppose you’re right.”

The cowboy lifted another heavy bag- this one was full of drinks- bottled water, soft drinks, wines and whiskeys. He whistled in approval at the selection. “So, what’re you gonna do at the party? I’ll probably join you, if you want me to.”

Genji thought for a moment before his visor brightened. “I want to dance with you again, McCree.”

“Y'do?” The older man quirked an eyebrow, adjusted his hat and bent down to pick up a box.

“Is that strange? If so, I apologise.”

McCree set the box back down, dumping the bags on it before he held his arms out and captured Genji in a hug. “Aw, darlin’, I didn’t mean it like that. I love dancing with you.” he made a fast recovery, hugging the cyborg tightly in his big arms. “I just ain’t good at it. Made a real fool of myself last time, and I’ve not gotten any better.”

“Neither have I.” Genji confessed, pressing into McCree’s touch and rubbing his head against the cowboy’s chest. “I tried to dance with my master in Nepal, but it simply did not work out. I am unable to levitate, so it was next to impossible, really.”

McCree nodded in understanding, gripping Genji tight one last time before releasing him from their embrace. “So when we gonna do this?”

“At the party tonight. We shall dazzle everyone with our amazing skills.”

“I like your thinking, Genji.” McCree laughed, scratching his beard. “Always have.”

–

The party starts in the early evening- it’s been dark outside for over an hour but most of the team are in the main hangar, taking photos and showing their affection, trying out the wide buffet of food or array of drinks, dancing the night away.

One of the new recruits played the role of DJ- McCree had heard his name was Lúcio, a rising star from Brazil. He played some original pieces he composed himself and got most of the crew dancing along, many of them in groups, performing what seemed to be a set routine.

McCree had made his way over and requested a song- he had to shout over the music, but the young man seemed to have heard him as he opened a new page on his laptop. The cowboy gave Genji a thumbs-up and the cyborg grinned under his visor.

“Alright folks, we’re about to break out the slow dance songs! Grab a partner and get down here!”

At the announcement, Genji had jumped in excitement and grabbed the cowboy’s arm, hauling him over to the dance floor (Genji was small but <i>christ </i>was he strong). They get into position, facing each other and holding hands, one arm out to the side.

The music starts slowly and they slowly move in time to it, waltzing across the floor and using other couples for guidance by turning when they did. Their movements were still fluid, dancing as if they had been rehearsing for months.

At some point Genji had taken his hands off of McCree and had removed his visor, looking his cowboy straight in the eyes. McCree gave him a warm expression as they move in harmony. Step, step, turn, step, twirl. The music guided them around the floor.

“You are <i>gorgeous,</i> darlin’.” McCree drawled. His tongue flitted across his bottom lip.

McGenji Secret Santa Gift for @ecstasy-of-overwatch (sorry it wont let me @ you) ! I hope you like it,, or it at least brings a smile to your face!! 

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Characters/Relationship: Jesse McCree, Genji Shimada / McGenji Word Count: +/- 1463 Rating: PG Summary: Old traditions are still the same, even if they aren’t the men they used to be.

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A really late Secret Santa to @admiral-genki

It’s part of the @mcgenjisecretsanta’s event

I finish this like, Tuesday. One of the promps was “mistletoe” and I liked working with that~

I’m really sorry (and sorry with the staff too) but I hope we like it ;;;;;;; these are three versions (one with effects and admiral’s tumblr name; one only with the effects and the last one without)

For the McGenji Secret Santa! Sorry I’m a little late! Night shift is hell! @lithalos I’m sorry I could not think of a pun but I did put in a lot of cheesy crap, and all your prompts ;3c