Will you be finishing hot milky? Or will it be discontinued!?
Sorry, at this point, I would say it’s discontinued, As much as I intended to finish it... years ago, I haven’t been involved with the fandom in almost 3 years and don’t want to disappoint with a poorly written ending. If anyone is still reading this and cares to know how the ending goes, Hanzo does leave Genji, but he returns a year later, a little more healed, and they resume their relationship where it left off (see the new year’s fic).
I haven’t quite finished the last chapter to Hot Milky, which frankly isn’t very good lol, but I wanted to let you know I have been working on it off and on the past 2 years. Here’s a preview under the cut. 1,679 words, enjoy!
Genji was torn between trying to convince Hanzo to stay, remain the selfish boy he used to be, and helping him leave, as he should if he were the honorable sibling he wished Hanzo could see. That one second of indecision somehow prompted the arrival of McCree at the doorway to Hana’s den, complete with triumphant grin and the accompaniment of his charges, Junkrat and Roadhog. Everyone turned to look at the trio in confusion and Hana said brightly, “Hey, Jesse, you just missed Genji getting his ass definitively kicked!”
“Ain’t that right? Well, there’s always another day.” McCree glanced over at Genji and Hanzo, his smile sunny and warm and ever so deadly. “Always another chance to redeem yourself, eh?”
Genji straightened from his loser’s slump with an indignant sound. Before he could say anything in his defense, he noticed out of the corner of his vision Hanzo stilling, then tilting his chin up and back slightly in a familiar gesture out of their childhood. At once, Genji took on a defensive position that matched his brother’s. McCree shook his head exasperatedly and just like that the environment in the den filled with that sort of chaotic barely-contained energy found in the simulation room right before Winston pressed the start button to the AI and unleashed robot hell upon the members of Overwatch.
In a matter of nanoseconds, the brothers completed the mad scramble out the nearest window, made a touch difficult by the breadth of their brawny shoulders, followed by an exhilarating climb up the sheer side of the building. “Just like when we were boys” came to Hanzo’s mind again, this time in a much more light-hearted situation. Some distance below, Jesse and Hana had poked their heads out the window, hollering at the fleeing duo but unable to get Roadhog or Junkrat to their aid. Any further babble was cut off by an explosion of hard light and more screaming from everyone except Satya. At that point, the brothers finally reached the summit of the cliff wall, their escape from the insanity achieved.
They were not alone, as was usually the case within the borders of Watchpoint, for Zarya had just finished a brief perimeter rooftop check and was now going down to investigate the ruckus below. Her sharp eyes caught Hanzo and Genji sliding over the wall and pooling onto the ground in giddy relief.
“What are you two doing up here?” she asked, paused and now regarding them suspiciously.
“We’re just practicing… ninja sorts of things,” Genji answered, as innocently as he could manage. “You know?”
Zarya gave them a look that said in as many words, “I don’t know enough about ninjas to know if you’re telling the truth or not.” Another explosion shook the foundations, more yelling, and deciding that questioning the two would be of less use than supporting whatever was going on within the base, Zarya hurried down the stairs.
“That was close!”
“Too close,” Hanzo muttered, the high of the climb hundreds of meters above the ocean with nary a handhold quickly wearing off. “We will be caught, sooner or later, Genji. This place is a trap filled with absolutely uncontrollable thugs and lunatics.”
“Hey, Satya helped us get away, so technically one of them is a lunatic on our side.”
Hanzo rolled his eyes, for he had clearly heard Satya state her intention to kill each and every one of her fellow teammates several times over perhaps almost as often as he had, but instead of saying anything, he scurried to the other trapdoor and the ladder there. “I have most of my things with me, but we will need to hurry. The bounties have become the bounty hunters, and I don’t intend to be captured for their nefarious purposes.”
“What nefarious purposes?” Genji asked, leading the way through the storage room by the light of his visor. “Are you still nervous about a simple check-up, anija?” He tittered at the thought of Mercy commanding McCree and Jamison and Mako about like some sort of warrior goddess directing her high priests.
“Yes!” Hanzo clutched at his jacket fretfully. “This is not the time to be joking around! Help me escape, Genji.”
“And what do I get in return?” Genji retorted, stopping in the hallway and folding his arms childishly.
“You! I will throw you out the window and off the side of this cliff right now.”
“Fine.” He could do so quite easily after all. “We’ll rendezvous at the aircraft hanger, the security is weakest there.” With no further comment, Genji led the way to a little-used corridor that could be their best bet to slip out of Watchpoint.
Although that did not address the fact that Athena may not allow them past the perimeter, nor the valid concern that Overwatch will not easily let a potential member roam free, knowing its secrets. If anything, Overwatch would likely increase their efforts to (re-)capture Hanzo. But for now, a breath of the outside air, a moment away from the weight of the world and expectations, a minute to just be free and safe and together before they must return to reality. Genji would do anything to make that happen for his brother.
Even if it meant blocking McCree with his drawn oodachi so Hanzo could slide past them. Tossing shurikens at the two junkers and at the bystanders gawping at the clash to buy his brother more time to jump off a startled Reinhardt’s shoulders and up into the air duct which really shouldn’t have fit him at all. Darting through maze-like hallways, throwing over his shoulder not the stereotypical ninja smoke bombs but a handful of glitter projection devices that gave off a burst of pink confetti and displayed Hana’s smiling face sparkling in mid-air (very cute) which he snatched from her gaming den after the tournament to distract Soldier76 from tracking them down. Cyborg he may have become, but the rush of blood through Genji’s ears and into his chest seemed to thrum as if he were a boy again, and his face split into a grin beneath his mask. Hanzo had dropped out of the air duct into the hall in front of him and together, they raced for the exit.
They reached the hanger unimpeded, Hanzo following after Genji scanned ahead to make sure no one else from the team lay in wait amidst the tiny fleet of aircraft.
“So are you going to fly out of here?” Genji asked as they approached the jet Lena used to fly.
“These aircraft will be locked down, I wouldn’t have access to the controls as a temporary member,” Hanzo murmured. “I will be leaving on foot.”
“On foot? They can catch up to you, anija!”
“Perhaps.” Hanzo did not sound too bothered by this. “As long as it is not right away… That is all I need.”
“I understand…”
Hanzo stepped toward to the far exit, a simple push door that led outside of the base proper. He saw the flicker of red light just in time and dropped to the ground while Genji, ever swift, darted in front of him. It wasn’t a bullet, otherwise they would have been dead from the accuracy of the shot. Genji grabbed the needle-tipped projectile out of the air, just as it was about to slide into Hanzo’s neck.
The sound of reloading and another shot thunked uselessly off Genji’s left shoulder. Knowing it was a sniper, Hanzo pulled Genji close and frantically searched the aircraft, the scaffolding, any tall secluded point where one of his kind would lay in wait.
Overwatch did not have a sniper in their ranks, not for many years… but that style of shooting, that kind of ammunition… As isolated as he was during his years of wandering, he of course recognized the sniper playing with them. So did Genji, it seem.
“Anija, anija, it’s okay,” he said quietly. “Just a warning shot. She won’t hurt us that much.”
“The Shrike,” Hanzo muttered, still tense, still trying to cover Genji’s body with his own even though Genji had a lot less soft mushy parts to pierce with a syringe. A big brother’s habit. “You don’t know them, they are one of the most accomplished snipers in the world.”
“The Shrike? But… surely that’s Captain Amari…” Genji stared at the needle and syringe in his hand, realizing what he said could not be true. Then again, he began to learn that whoever died did not always stay dead, not if they were needed.
Distracted momentarily, they did not notice a delicate shadow alight on the ground from a distant fire escape heading towards them with deliberate steps. Hanzo began to back away once he finally tracked the sniper’s movement, keeping Genji behind him.
“What do you want?” Hanzo asked, his tone and stance indicating that if it was Genji they wanted, they would have to get through him first.
The figure paused, assessing them, then stepped forward into a circle of light. An elderly woman, slight build but with a proud bearing, a patch over one eye, carrying a magnificent custom sniper rifle.
“You are the Shrike?” he asked tensely.
The woman nodded at him, smiling peacefully though not letting go of her rifle. “Hello. It is good to finally meet a rival, Hanzo.”
“A-are you not… Ana Amari?” Genji asked in a faltering tone, unable to believe his eyes. Everything about this woman he had never seen before, and yet he knew her somehow, as closely as he knew McCree, as deeply as he knew Soldier76 who was obviously Jack Morrison, who did he think he was fooling anyway. “Aren’t you dead?”
“That Captain Amari you knew… has indeed passed away. But I still know you, Genji, and you know me, don’t you?”
“How? All of this time?” His mind spun, trying to process this revelation.
“I will explain, Jack apparently did nothing of the sort. But you two, where are you going? Won’t you stay and help this old woman find some rest?”
In Japan, it is common for couples to celebrate Christmas together, rather than with their families. And also they eat Kentucky Fried Chicken specifically on Christmas (source, also my Japanese professor)
it seems one of my posts was marked as nsfw already, so I guess this tumblr account is destined to disappear someday lmao. I highly suggest you save any fanarts and whatnot from this account while you still can, although I guess I do have a twitter account as a backup for some of the fanart.
Anyway, every winter I resolve to myself at least finish Hot Milky and not be one of those genzo fic authors who abandons a long-ish work, but every time those dark months roll around I get too depressed. I think about writing Shimadas every day but the skill is completely gone after that brief high. I hope you don’t mind if the final chapter(s) are a little brief and light on detail. I decided I won’t go the fucky way after all, I prefer their love to be like… hmm… do you know Chobits? That’s how I want it, lmao.
Wow, yikes! The purge may sweep up this blog on December 17th, a post already got flagged lol, so be sure to check out my twitter for an archive of some of the art: https://twitter.com/hewwoowo
The rest you will have to download and save. Fortunately ao3 saves the day regarding the fics which is what I spent the most time on, so there’s that grace.
I will follow back everyone who follows who isn’t a spambot, so feel free to follow me, but don’t expect me to say much, I really only use twitter and tumblr as a timeline archive, apparently giveaway contests, the other thing I do on Tumblr, were technically illegal. *shrugs!*
The first time staying out all night
The last that we got away with lies
I can hear it in the back of my mind
Just wanted to post a bigger version of the artwork for my Shimada Bros giveaway event. (See a couple posts back on my tumblr, a little incentive to promote positivity in fandom space!) I am not talented enough to recreate Genji’s beauty or even Hanzo’s errrmm… okayish looks (lmao, kidding, he’s gorgeous), but I wanted to try to draw their beautiful eyes here.
Not in love with drawing the armor hence the cropped picture with no details lol
Anyway, I’m in the shimadacest gift exchange, I will be excited to receive anything remotely related to my prompts so don’t worry, person who’s gifting me! And for the person who got me, I’m doing my best! You may get an art and a fic.
Also, I have not forgotten Hot Milky, I just have a lot of drama planned that I need to suss the details out and no time to write it out, but it’s there in my head somewhere!!! I promise!
Much like how Hanzo doesn’t deserve forgiveness, we don’t deserve dogs. (Okay, Hanzo deserves forgiveness, a little bit of it.)
Anyway, the cheki was based on this photo hopefully still on this page of 2 schoolboys taking a photo in front of the statue. I had this comic scripted out months ago, but after buying a children’s book on Hachiko and ugly-crying every 2 pages and then finding this photo that was so the Shimada bros, I had to draw this comic. In one night. Lmao…
LEAVE ME ALONE.
Also, do we all know what tv episode McCree is referring to? DO WE KNOW THAT EPISODE???!!!
it seems one of my posts was marked as nsfw already, so I guess this tumblr account is destined to disappear someday lmao. I highly suggest you save any fanarts and whatnot from this account while you still can, although I guess I do have a twitter account as a backup for some of the fanart.
Anyway, every winter I resolve to myself at least finish Hot Milky and not be one of those genzo fic authors who abandons a long-ish work, but every time those dark months roll around I get too depressed. I think about writing Shimadas every day but the skill is completely gone after that brief high. I hope you don’t mind if the final chapter(s) are a little brief and light on detail. I decided I won’t go the fucky way after all, I prefer their love to be like... hmm... do you know Chobits? That’s how I want it, lmao.
I talked big talk about a genzo zine, but I didn't get into the zine. As expected.
Anyway, I have a conclusion in mind for the hot milky fic but no energy or desire to finish writing it. I'll see if I can find the inner strength to finish it by the end of the year. And then... Not sure what else I can add, really.
Really wanting to do the shimada cest zine, been my dream to be in a zine, but not sure I can you know... Deliver... Or you know, finish on time... What to do.
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