Notey Notes:

So this started out as a one-shot in my head and it turns out it's far longer than I thought it would be and I haven't even gotten to the part that I was excited about. I figured I could break it down into chapters instead, which would be just as fun. (This is taking a break from my other story, just to keep my mind running fresh.)

A lot of liberties were taken with /relative/ age in this one (Particularly Mercy, Widowmaker, McCree, and Roadhog). Obviously the younger characters are treated as children, inspired by how the way the fandom likes to imagine Dad 76 & his kids. For the purposes of this story, everyone vaguely celebrates Christmas together. Even if they don't in canon, they could just do so for the festivities and getting together. This was inspired by Snow Day Graves & Santa Braum skins. For some reason, three things came of these skins:

1) Braum and Graves got skins together and I just took this as them celebrating Christmas together as companions
2) I wanted Braum to be new to the concepts of Christmas and Santa
3) I wanted Braum to interact with kids while dressed up as Santa. Then I remembered all the Overwatch Dad 76 shenanigans, and thought it'd be fun to bring those two worlds together. :D

Merry Christmas, all! :)

[Braum x Graves] [Mercy x Soldier 76] [Pharah x Genji] [Zenyatta x Karma?]

Christmas was a well anticipated time for everyone, young and old. The children get presents and cheers; the adults get some time off of work; and snow falls over the land. Against the pure white snow, beautiful decorations adorn homes and streets. The spirit of the holidays fills the hearts of everyone in town. There was no better time for everyone to get together and have a jolly old time with one another. And today is someone's first Christmas.

On Christmas day, a home on 76th Street bustles as they prepare for a Christmas feast. Turkey is being roasted, cranberries are being jammed, and potatoes are being mashed. While the kitchen and dining room rattle at the excitement and preparation, the children sleep soundly in their beds. And outside, two men stand at the foot of the door, having a small conversation as they gussy up their outfits.

"Are you ready?" A gruff man stood with his finger primed to hit the doorbell. His thick beard and even thicker clothes bulked up his already girthy stature. A candy cane stuck out of his mouth like a cigar, and a large snow blower was resting upon the wall next to him. Opposite him was a larger man.

"Yes!" The great man let out a great laugh. "I'm excited for my first Christmas!" The man was dressed up as Santa; he wore the red hat, a large red coat, and carried a bag full of presents. His white beard completed the look, although he couldn't find a white shirt at home, he had to borrow his companion's. It wasn't the most comfortable fit, but it did well enough. His companion leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Go get 'em, Santa." The doorbell let out a quaint ding with a press, and the two stood awkwardly at the door for a few seconds. Soon after the door swung open; greeting them were a man and a woman. The man was older looking, with white hair and a scar on his face. He was dressed in a large Christmas sweater, one your grandmother would make from scratch. The woman looked younger, still having a fine blond colour to her hair. She was slender and tall. She wore a white coat and a long golden scarf. The woman smiled and greeted them.

"Oh hello! Malcolm, Braum, I'm so glad you could make it!" Her voice was sweet. She leaned in to give them kisses on their cheeks. "Come in! It must be freezing out there." She shifted over to give them room to step inside.

"Hey. We're still getting ready; go ahead and take a load off in the living room." The man shook their hands firmly with a faint smile. "The kids are still asleep."

"Thanks fer having us." Graves responded with a friendly nod. "Braum is very excited." A large grin formed on his face as he turned to Braum.

"Yes! This is my first Christmas!" He puffed out his chest. "I've brought so many presents for everyone!" The two homeowners turned to look at the bag of presents, which was absolutely huge. They looked at each other in shock, wondering how he'd brought the whole thing in. "Malcolm told me all about the gifts and the cookies and the Santa!" Braum gave Graves a pat on the back, almost knocking him over. He responded with a chuckle, to which Braum let out a hearty laugh.

"Well, let's set those down in the living room. C'mon." The man led Braum into the living room, leaving Graves alone with the woman at the doorway.

"Thanks for doing this." The woman gingerly thanked Graves.

"It's nothing. Braum was ecstatic to hear that you'd invited us." Graves laughed with the woman for a moment. "Thanks a lot, Angela."

"I'll go check on the food; go ahead and relax with Braum in the living room for a moment." With a nod from Graves, Angela left for the kitchen to check on the preparations for Christmas Brunch. Graves moves to the Living room to have a rest after his journey with Braum.

The living room was adorned with decorations from top to bottom. A beautiful Christmas Tree lit up the room and gave a welcoming glow. The fireplace next to it emanated a warmth that eased the mood in the room. Stockings hung from the walls, and lights lit up the corners of the room. A snow man was drawn into the fogged up window, with names written below it. 'Hana' had a mischievous face drawn next to it. 'Lúcio' was written almost like an autograph. 'James' seemed rushed or as though they didn't know how to write very well yet. 'Lena' was stylized and emphasized. And 'Sombra' as more sophisticated and elegant, with a winking face drawn to its side. On the couch rested throw pillows with different Christmas Greetings embroidered onto them. Braum sat on the couch, fidgeting in anticipation. His large bag of presents sat next to the tree; it was almost as tall as half of the tree. Graves took a seat next to Braum and gave him a pat on the thigh.

"Someone's excited!" Graves sunk into the couch. He took out a candy cane from his coat and handed it to Braum. "Here, might calm you down."

"Thank you." The larger man took the candy cane and bit into the straight side. "I want to be a good Santa for the kids." His fingers fidgeted, playing with the candy in his hand.

"I'm sure you'll do great. I mean, look at you!" Grave's arms gestured up and down, showing off Braum's outfit. "You were practically made to be Santa Claus." Braum chuckled.

"Well, I do live in the snowiest place in Runeterra. And I love giving people presents." Braum scratched his beard and turned to Graves. "But what if they don't like me?" The pout on his face somehow hurt Graves. After a brief frown, Graves smiled right up and cheered on his companion.

"No way!" He playfully nudged Braum's cheek with his knuckle. "They're gonna love ya, big guy!" A moment later he took Braum's hand and kissed it. "There's no way they can't." The unexpected tenderness in Grave's tone took Braum aback and set his anxiety to rest. He took Grave's hand and kissed it too.

"Thanks." They smiled at each other for a moment before the noticed someone else enter the room.

"Oh, it's you two." A tall, very unimpressed looking woman stepped into the room. Her figure was complemented by her long, purple, uncomfortable looking bathrobe. She gave the two men a sneer and proceeded to walk off into the kitchen as quickly as she had appeared.

"Nice to see you too…" Graves's voice trailed off as she left the room before he could finish greeting her. "Amélie…" Braum gave Graves a confused look, to which he simply responded by shaking his head. "Wanna go to the kitchen and see what's cookin'?"

Braum nodded in agreement and they were off to the kitchen. Unbeknownst to them, from the top of the stairway, someone had been watching them sitting on the couch together.

A small boy scurried as quickly as he could off into one of the bedrooms. Inside, a little girl was asleep in her pink pyjamas, muttering something about Starcraft. The girl was shaken awake by the frantic young boy with frazzled hair and a twitching voice.

"DVa! DVa! Wake up!" He jumped up and down as he tried to push her out of bed. "I saw 'im! He's 'ere!" His voice was frantic and excited. The girl got up annoyed, barely opening her eyes before asking in an irritated tone.

"Who's here?" She rubbed her eyes and sat up on the bed. The little girl was up late last night play Starcraft even though mom told her to get to bed.

"Santa!" The boy jumped onto the bed. "Santa Claus is 'ere!" DVa's eyes shot open as she jumped up to her feet on the bed.

"What!? Where?" She looked around her room in a fit of panic.

"Downstairs!" He got up on his feet as well. "I saw 'im sitting in the living room!"

"Heyyy. Wait a minute." The bed stopped creaking as DVa stopped their frantic movements. "You're not just playing a prank, are you?" She gave the boy a mean glare. "Like that time you said Uncle Torbjörn was a dwarf?"

"I mean it!" The conviction in his voice was evident. "He had the hat and the coat and a big bag of presents!"

"Why would he been in the living room? Doesn't he come in through the chimney at night or something?"

The boy shrugged in confusion. He just knew Santa was in his house, and he had presents! He hoped he got him the firecrackers uncle Gabe tried to give him last Thanksgiving, but dad wouldn't let him keep. While he was pondering this, he didn't notice DVa get up from the bed to her dresser where she kept a model Meka. She held it up above her in triumph.

"Whatever! I hope I get the new Junebug model from Santa!" The model whirred in DVa's hand as she waved it around above her. "What about you, Junkie?"

"FIREWORKS!" Junkrat blurted out instictively. He covered his mouth as soon as he finished the word. Mom wouldn't want to hear he was playing with fireworks again.

"C'mon! We gotta go tell the others!" DVa ran out the door, Junkrat following behind.

End Note:

This is just part one! Next part tomorrow! I've it written down, but I wanna space it out until I have the later parts ready to upload too! ^_^