I started thinking about why I hate taking pictures and this blurb was the result.
McHanzo. Genji being an annoying little brother (but Jesse helps to fix it)
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“Come on, anija, would it kill you to smile?”
“I *am* smiling,” Hanzo hissed through clenched teeth.
Genji winced. “You’re scaring the children.”
“There is only one child here right now and he is holding the camera,” Hanzo retorted.
The shutter clicked. Genji exaggerated his disgust. “Ick. Again.”
“No.” Hanzo pursed his lips into something he’s often insisted was not a pout.
“For fucks sake, just… Stay… Still!” Genji took several shots that barely caught Hanzo in their frame before giving up.
To be fair, Hanzo didn’t seem like the type who liked pictures, and so the team had never tried. But he was slowly and surely warming up, largely due to his new and tentative relationship with McCree, so when Genji casually asked whether he would consent to a photo, Hanzo begrudgingly agreed to taking the most awkward photo Genji had seen to date of his brother.
Genji proudly showed his acquisition to every damn agent on the beach, which of course sparked the most ridiculous photo contest. Shot after shot, however, the agents were only left with either terribly unflattering pictures, or pictures where Hanzo proved that his ninja skills were not only useful for dodging bullets.
Mei tried the direct approach, and politely asked whether Hanzo would consent to the picture. Hanzo nodded, and she captured him scowling just as the wind blew his ribbon into his face and was too afraid to ask again.
Tracer decided to try for speed. While Lena was in fact able to get within range, the speed of the camera shutter failed her, and she only captured blurry, Hanzo-shaped blobs.
Sneaking up on him didn’t work either, Lúcio reported glumly, holding a dreadlock that had been the victim of a slice that was meant for his nose.
Genji used guilt as his tactic of choice, complaining how he had missed out on a decade of pictures of and with Hanzo. As a result, Hanzo consented to a series of photos where he looked completely and utterly devastated. Genji regretted his strategy instantly, and gently escorted Hanzo to the nearest ice cream truck to make it up to his brother.
Jesse watched the mayhem, generally unimpressed.
“Don’t see why y'all gotta make this a *thing*,” he muttered at Genji after he and Hanzo returned from the ice cream stand with matching triple scoops.
“It was supposed to be in good fun,” Genji admitted.
“I’m not sure he wasn’t having fun,” Jesse shrugged. “At the beginnin’.”
“I ruined it,” Genji sighed, giving his ice cream a half hearted lick. “I just wanted some happy pictures of him. Of us.” Genji gestured to the team.
“Well shoot, why didn’t you just ask? I get those all the time.” He fiddled with his phone.
Genji shot Jesse a suspicious look. “Is my brother clothed in these pictu—”
He stopped mid-sentence, and his jaw dropped.
Jesse’s phone contained photo after photo of Hanzo smiling naturally for the camera, laughing and happy like Genji had not seen in a long time.
“How did you get these?!”
Jesse shrugged. “Asked if I could take ‘em. I reckon he gets a lot more relaxed when he doesn’t expect the photographer to tease him about it afterwards, and when it’s not some sorta game at his expense.” McCree’s voice was gentle, but didactic.
Genji peered closer at one particular picture, where Hanzo was looking straight at the camera, his bright smile full of fondness, and realized that the smile wasn’t for the camera at all. It was for *Jesse*.
“He trusts you,” Genji realized with a quiet awe. The truth of Jesse’s worth sunk in, and Genji slumped forward. “I fucked up.”
Jesse let him wallow for a short while before speaking again.
“Hey, Hanzo darlin’?”
Hanzo turned his head from where he was lounging on a beach chair with his sunglasses on, having finished his own ice cream ages ago.
“Hn?”
“Can I get a photo of you two?”
Genji perked up, his eyes glistening comically. Hanzo considered the request, as well as his brother’s enthusiasm, and snorted. “Very well.”
He walked towards them, and Jesse kissed him happily on the cheek as he walked past to sit down beside Genji. Genji threw both arms around Hanzo’s neck as soon as he was in range. Hanzo squawked as he was pulled into a hug, but laughed at his brother’s foolishness.
“Say cheese!”
Genji printed 20 copies of the photo, and had one blown up large for his wall.












