#thousand autumns fanfic

[tux-kate]

Thousand autumns fic: t4t Yu Shengyan/Yuan Ying

For the Danmei Gotcha for Gaza, @danmei-action which is still taking donations and prompts!!

In which Yuan Ying has been hesitant about physical intimacy for what feels like forever, but Yu Shengyan finally has reason to be glad Yang Wushi doesn’t accept quitters as his disciples.

[talk-danmei-to-me]

I've either had the best or the worst idea ever! (You decide)

Inspired by that post about being at the club/writing fanfic.

Danmei Fanfic Nightclub ♡

A.k.a Friday Night Danmei (cos it sounds better)

So how it would work is that fanfic writer blogs that want to take part could take requests (like a dj) based on who/what they write e.g. you could request smutty hualian/wangxian/ranwan drabbles from me (Ximang pending).

Obviously it would only be drabbles like 500 words max. You can't request someone write you a novel 😜

I'm thinking I could make my pinned post a list of all the blogs that want to take part as a base for people to come and bounce off wherever they fancy. Also you can tap in/out whenever you want. You don't have to write drabbles every week.

Other fun things to do at the club would be to share snippets of current wips, promote fics that you've read and enjoyed, or promote your own works. Share headcanons/fic ideas or fans of work could send asks with questions about fics they are enjoying. And everything would be tagged #fridaynightdanmei so you could track everyone's shenanigans.

Also run times for when the club opens and closes e.g. mine would be 7pm - Midnight. People could set their own times and depending on the amount of time zones in play, it could end up being a whole day event. Every week ♡

Although, since it's a club, I will say, you gotta be 21+ (legal to drink in multiple countries) to play.

Basically, it's a fanfic themed danmei nightclub without leaving your house. Iconic.

If this is something you'd be interested in doing, comment/reblog send me a message and if you want to visit the club like this post. Depending on interest, we could potentially start next week!

[inkubuzzz]

Introduction

Hello! I’m Bug, also known as Inkubuzz! I write about whatever I’m currently obsessed with. Eventually I’ll be posting to AO3, but imma post snippets, ramblings, and other stuff here! I also do a LOT of incorrect quotes posts-

My AO3: Inkubuzz

Fandom list:

Thousand Autumns/Qian Qiu

Heaven Official's Blessing/TGCF

Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation/MDZS/The Untamed

Scum Villain Self Saving System/SVSSS

Devil Venerable Also Wants To Know /DVAWTK

Dramatical Murder/DMMD

(this list is about fandoms I actively write fanfic for/post about, but I am in many more than just this)

(My old blog is @inkubuzz-old ! I made a new one because of the limitations of side blogs)

[halfeaten-mantou]

old-fashioned yanshen cupcake | 晏无师 x 沈峤 (晏沈) | Yan Wushi x Shen Qiao (YanShen)

xxxxx words, 10 chapters, modern AU, humour/fluff, corporate drama, hacker!YWS, pharmacist!SQ | ao3

(Image credits: ugukun. Thank you for the wonderful art! Please contact me if you want this removed.)

Summary:

Yan Wushi is fifty, and the successful CEO of the second-largest pharmaceutical company in the country.

He’s also single, jaded, tired, and...tired of fried eggs for breakfast.

And although he wasn’t particularly looking, an unexpected request by an unexpected employee, along with an unexpected visit to a pancake shop, may just hold the key to filling both his stomach and heart.

🌸 🧁 🌸 🧁

Status: COMPLETE (10/10 chapters)

Now available to read on both Tumblr and AO3.

Masterlist of chapter contents (or click here to view entire work):

Chapter 1: tumblr | ao3

Chapter 2: tumblr | ao3

Chapter 3: tumblr | ao3

Chapter 4: tumblr | ao3

Chapter 5: tumblr | ao3

Chapter 6: tumblr | ao3

Chapter 7: tumblr | ao3

Chapter 8: tumblr | ao3

Chapter 9: tumblr | ao3

Chapter 10: tumblr | ao3

Extra 1: COMING SOON...

Extra 2: COMING SOON...

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ Also a little Spotify playlist (used for writing this but also probably works for reading) if anyone's keen haha! ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ

[inkubuzz-old]

now that i’ve got my ao3 account set up i guess i rlly gotta crack down and write a fic!

i’ve got two that i’m working on for y’all to look forward to:

Naga!Yan Wushi x Shen Qiao (debating how canon compliant I want this, but I was thinking of keeping their meeting canon compliant.)

Improper use of blood parasites featuring moshang!

[daeley]

[freisende]

Conqueror by Freiya

Thousand Autumns Fanfiction

✲ Relationship: Yan Wushi/Shen Qiao

↓ Link below ↓

There are going to be several chapters going on.

✤ Read my other fics here! (●'◡'●) ✤ For translations, here. ✤ For more discussions and perspectives, here. ✤ For meme, here! If you like my writing, please consider giving me a tip through Ko-fi! 😊 ✤ More information (commission, messages, requests): Carrd

[fistfuloflightning]

I’ve got a scene stuck in my head but I’m not sure where it’s from: people go missing from a town and a goddess/bodhisattva statue in an abandoned shrine nearby cries tears of blood because of it—the main couple investigates with the help of a young girl and her grandpa(?), something something they find out the statue is possessed and is gruesomely eating people. I’m pretty sure it’s from fanfic and not from a published danmei, but unsure if it’s 2ha/liushen/thousand autumns or original fic. If anyone recognizes it, please let me know!

[akatsuki-shin]

AUTUMN'S FOLIAGE

Qian Qiu/Thousand Autumns | Post-canon YanShen

±2,100 words | PG

The subtle changes in Yan Wushi, as seen from Bian Yanmei's POV

My submission for "Qian Qiu Zine 2023." Thank you so much for having me! ✨

(link in the reply below)

[halfeatenbaguette]

♡ Old-Fashioned Cupcake | YanShen | Multi-Chaptered | fluff, humour, corporate drama ♡

Yan Wushi places his hands together on the desk, leaning forward slightly to assume a posture of negotiation. "Firstly, are you sure you wish to leave it to me to bring your ex-company down?" "Yes." "By any means? Even if I resort to what you may not be used to?" "…Yes." Shen Qiao's voice is quiet but firm. Yan Wushi smiles—he did not expect the negotiation to progress this quickly.

Yan Wushi is fifty, and the successful CEO of the second-largest pharmaceutical company in the country.

He’s also single, jaded, tired, and…tired of fried eggs for breakfast.

And although he wasn’t particularly looking, an unexpected request by an unexpected employee—along with an unexpected visit to a pancake shop—may just hold the key to filling both his stomach and heart.

(click >>here<< to start reading!)

[origamistarsandco]

I made a thousand autumns podfic folder on my phone only to discover there are no thousand autumn podfics

[blogauroragloryme]

This post is simply dedicated to all the writers of ao3. A03 is an emotion ,an art flowing from the writer's hand.It's funny that how for every mood ao3 is a must visit site be it happy,sad,anger , frustration. The works that I have come across for the fandoms I like and follow are neverending. Each story is like a delicately packed gift handed down from the author to it's readers.

Thank you once again to all the writers whose fics I have read and enjoyed so much as well as also to those whose fics I will discover in the future.

[inkubuzzz]

just realized that i have two fanfics with very similar concepts rn lol

- Ouroboros: Wenren E, a naga, finds a severely injured Yin Hanjiang outside his den and nurses him back to health.

- Naga!Yan Wushi fic: Yan Wushi, a naga, finds a severely injured Shen Qiao outside his den and nurses him back to health.

Mind you, after this point the stories diverge a lot (Ouroboros having more plot, probably) but i find it funny how the opening concept is so similar and i didn’t even try to do that.

i’m plotting out the thousand autumns one rn because it’s just gonna be a pwp so i don’t need as much energy

[inkubuzz-old]

This account is no longer in use, go to @inkubuzzz for my new stuff.

My AO3: Inkubuzz

Fandom list:

Thousand Autumns/Qian Qiu

Heaven Official's Blessing/TGCF

Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation/MDZS/The Untamed

Scum Villain Self Saving System/SVSSS

(this list is about fandoms I actively write fanfic for/post about, but I am in many more than just this)

[halfeaten-mantou]

🧁 old-fashioned YanShen cupcake | Chapter 8/10 | ao3

They get carried away. Uncharacteristically, Yan Wushi shrivels into his shell.

(Shen Qiao lies awake wondering what this sudden situation really is: an unprecedented interlude, or an unwanted end?)

(Continue reading here or under the cut!)

Yan Wushi cannot believe his ears.

Specifically, he cannot believe that he'd been occupying the mind of the person who'd been occupying his own.

"You were thinking about...me?"

"Yes."

Shen Qiao's voice is quiet but firm. Yan Wushi doesn't know what to say—he did not expect the conversation to progress this way.

Yan Wushi doesn't know what to feel, either. All he knows is how much he wants to know what's been going on in Shen Qiao's head, so he searches his face and eyes for more information, hoping he'll speak up on his own. Unfortunately for him, Shen Qiao really is far from sober at the moment—his blank, dazed expression reveals nothing, so he figures he's got no choice to ask outright.

"What about me?"

Shen Qiao is silent, still not revealing the information he needs—instead, he suddenly sits straight and stares straight at him, gaze meeting Yan Wushi's own. Their faces are only centimetres apart where they are positioned on the couch, metres away from the television, on which the movie still runs despite its existence having been forgotten.

Maybe it's the tense atmosphere that their silence is casting over them; maybe it's the alcohol, or maybe it's the uncharacteristic way that Shen Qiao is accosting him—all these factors culminate in Yan Wushi's realization, somewhere in the soberer parts of his mind, that he'd initially made the right choice when he'd decided to refrain from asking Shen Qiao to his home at first.

Because in that instant, he finds his mind losing control over his heart, as well as his body.

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Had Shen Qiao been less inebriated, he may have realized that he'd initially made the right choice when he'd decided to refrain from offering to come to his home at first, because in that instant, his inebriated mind has already lost control of his heart and his body; it becomes unclear whether it is his face that is getting magnetically drawn to Yan Wushi's, or vice versa, or both.

Millimetres away from Shen Qiao's ear, Yan Wushi speaks, the reverberation causing him to shiver:

"So it really was the scent of your lavender shampoo the other night."

Before Shen Qiao knows it, there are a pair of lips on his ear, wandering, searching and probing for the answers he couldn't say. After some exploration, they wind up on Shen Qiao's left cheek, as if to return the gesture from the other night; after a bit more journeying, they end up on Shen Qiao's lips, prying them open as if to continue the search.

The search doesn't last long, however, because Shen Qiao starts crying.

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As he pulls away, Yan Wushi realises that he'd gotten too caught up in the moment; too caught up in the flow of blood (and sensations and feelings), to various unspeakable parts of his being. As he notices Shen Qiao's tears falling from his eyes like a torn string of beads, he gets an ominous feeling that the world he'd been starting to construct, piece-by-piece, is about to start crashing down on him like a castle of cards.)

As he pulls away, Shen Qiao is now wide awake; sober.

"Sorry. I overstepped the boundaries," Wushi breathes, not looking at Shen Qiao. "Sorry. I'm sorry."

Shen Qiao wipes his eyes. The tension in the air seems to stun them both for a moment, but it doesn't take long for Shen Qiao to return to his senses. He starts staring, searching on the other's face for his eyes, painfully hoping he'd return his gaze, but his eyes are still averted.

"Sorry," is all Yan Wushi says, after the uncharacteristic moment of reticence. "I'm sorry."

"...Mr Yan, why are you apo—"

"Sorry. I was out of line."

Shen Qiao wants to tell him he wasn't crying out of a negative emotion; to tell him he hadn't been out of line, not at all. But Yan Wushi keeps apologising, denying him any chance to disrupt the flow of the conversation currently skidding downhill after a catastrophically wrong turn.

"You don't have to be sor-"

"I am sorry. I think we'd better annul this additional weekend contract—I'll get Shengyan to handle the necessary procedures, and compensate you for being the one to initiate an annulment of the contract without advance notice. You can also cancel your entire internship if you wish, with no compensation needed. Just let him know."

"Mr Yan—" Shen Qiao starts, and doesn't get to finish, because with a dull thud reminiscent of raindrops on rooftops, the door to Yan Wushi’s room closes.

(On the other side of the door, someone else feels like two things in them have, too, been closed forcibly shut:

The window to an opportunity he was only just beginning to feel hopeful about, and the lid to the feelings which were only just dawning in his heart.)

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The night is crawling. The second-hand of the bedside clock ticks listlessly, its tempo longer and more languid than usual.

It's the seventh night in the row that sleep has refused entry to Shen Qiao. He lies sober and awake, staring at the ceiling—he was not lying when he'd told Yan Wushi about his insomnia; specifically, his insomnia caused by him.

(Shen Qiao hadn't thought that the Saturday would end like this, his mind once again unwilling companion to racing thoughts.)

He starts to reminisce.

It's been a few months since they'd met—three, to be precise. Shen Qiao hadn't thought things would have remotely gone this well, and if he were to be perfectly honest, it has been nothing short of a dream. A while ago, he'd realised how happy he is here in Huanyue, where people have been unexpectedly kind; where he'd been unexpectedly fawned over for not just his physical features but also his impeccable work ethic (Ace Intern, they even call him); where he'd been unexpectedly treated like more than a refugee from a fallen company from which he'd been evicted; where 'overtime' is a word with unexpectedly positive connotations...

Where he'd realised that he'd found someone he'd be glad to spend both weekdays and weekends with.

He'd been thinking hard the entire week. It's been seven days since the day he'd accidentally let his heart take control over his mind, letting his body go with the flow, letting his actions do the talking for him. Yet, although he'd felt remorse over what was technically just a chaste kiss on the cheek, he'd also truly felt liberated, because that small incident had been the catalyst to him coming to terms with his own feelings.

The only negative feeling he'd had remaining was the fear that he (the 'he' for whom flowers were starting to bloom in his heart), might not feel the same.

Shen Qiao had caught himself beginning to think that he wouldn't be wanting anyone else to spend both weekdays, and weekends with, for the rest of his life. He'd never had such strong, foreign feelings—not of this particular brand. To think that they might be unrequited had felt like evil, crippling thoughts—they'd felt like sleep paralysis, keeping him up in the dead of the night.

A few hours ago, however, the alcohol had gotten into his head, resulting in him making the exact same 'mistake': letting his heart take control over his mind, letting his body go with the flow, letting his actions do the talking for him. 

At first, it was remorse. Then, it was sheer relief—relief to see that his actions were being mirrored, and to know that his feelings were not a one-way street.

It was so much of a relief that he'd started crying, only for these feelings to immediately fall apart like a sandcastle crushed by its own creator; like a house of cards wrecked by its own builder; like a once-broken heart kept from beating by its own defibrillator.

'I overstepped the boundaries,' Yan Wushi had said earlier, apologising profusely like the prideless person he wasn't. It was also then that he'd gone ahead and decided that whatever had been budding should be nipped before it blooms, annulling the only extra time they've had to meet, shutting the lid on their bond, both literal and metaphorical.

Yan Wushi had looked so pained as he told Shen Qiao all that. Uncharacteristically, the once-feared, once-savage corporate monster was smashing his own heart into smithereens, burning the bits and burying them into the earth, never to see the light of day again.

(As he connects the dots in his own head, Shen Qiao reckons that it's not one, but two hearts that have become collateral damage in this situation.)

Indeed, they'd 'overstepped the boundaries' this time, and no matter how much Yan Wushi may protest, Shen Qiao decides that he must overstep them further—

He's going to get across to him, and properly this time.

>>>>> Continue to Chapter 9: tumblr | ao3 >>>>>>>