#allofthebeanz

[lizhly-writes]

@tiercell @allofthebeanz @kallisto-k tadaaaa here you go. continuing directly off this.

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“I’m dead,” Mu Qingfang thought to himself.

To anyone who knew about this properties of this flower, the color of it was far too intense to indicate a casual relationship between shidi and shixiong, even if that shixiong happened to be shidi’s favorite shixiong.  

As it was, Shang Qinghua was essentially wearing a blatant declaration of Mu Qingfang’s feelings.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.  It wasn’t as if everyone was skilled in herbalism enough to 1) recognize the flower 2) remember all the stories about it.  Even Mu Qingfang hadn’t initially remembered the feelings thing, and anyway, the feelings thing had never been fully tested out.  It wasn’t necessarily true, and even if it was true, people wouldn't automatically assume that it was Mu Qingfang who had given the flower to Shang Qinghua.

Except all it took was one person to remember about the flower’s properties to spread it to everyone else.  Except Mu Qingfang was the only person on the peak who was raising this flower.  

Everyone on Qian Cao would know.

Maybe if he took the flower back?  He could take the flower back.  Say something about how he was worried about if it really worked, what about possible side effects, on second thought, he didn’t actually want Shang Qinghua to test it out.  

Mu Qingfang looked at Shang Qinghua.  Shang Qinghua looked -- pleased.  He had gently brought one hand up to the flowers in his hair, one corner of his mouth turned up.  “Nobody’s ever given me flowers before, haha,” he said. “Does it look good?”

What was Mu Qingfang supposed to say?  Was he seriously supposed to snatch it back right now?  Did he have the heart for that kind of thing?

“It looks good,” Mu Qingfang choked out.  He cleared his throat. “Now, if we could test the efficacy of it--”

If Mu Qingfang could say he fucked up, then he could replace it with another steel-stemmed snapdragon.  If he avoided skin contact, the color change should be much more minimal and well within the bounds of friendship.

“I’m sure Mu-shidi did a good job,” Shang Qinghua said.

Mu Qingfang would be warmed by Shang Qinghua’s confidence in him any other time but now.

“I really do have to check,” Mu Qingfang tried desperately.

Shang Qinghua shrugged.  “Well, if Mu-shidi insists,” he said, and before Mu Qingfang could feel relieved about it, Shang Qinghua pulled a knife out from his boot, rolled up a sleeve, and tested the blade on his skin.

Nothing happened.  Shang Qinghua remained entirely uninjured, because Mu Qingfang actually did do a good job at confusing the steel-stemmed snapdragon, which meant Mu Qingfang had absolutely no reason to remove that bright red love confession from Shang Qinghua’s head.

“See?” Shang Qinghua said.  “Mu-shidi really did do a good job.”

“I suppose so,” Mu Qingfang said, feeling like he was dying.

[itwoodbeprefect]

Hi, hope you're doing well! Just want to say that I started following you for due South, and kept seeing all the Starsky and Hutch you reblogged. I finally decided to check it out and I am hooked. It even got me out of a writing slump - so thank you for introducing to me these french kissing primetime homos!

oh!! that's such a fun message to get, thank you! that's so exciting, and how lovely that they kickstarted your writing. 🥰

and just in case you may not have come across some of these yet, please allow me to drop a few links: here's one to the starsky and hutch archive, which has some fic that may not be on ao3 (and will also let you crosspost your writing, if you want!), and here's one to the SHareCon website, a slash con that is being held in person this year but also has a virtual component. ooh, and links to a few of the annual advent calendars (there are more! you can probably just change the year in the url to get there), which have a TON of stuff in them that can be fun to explore even outside the festive season: 2022, 2023, 2024. there's also a fairly active discord which i can probably figure out how to send you an invite link for if you want, and there's a facebook group, which i'm not in, but i'm sure someone would be more than willing to jump in and show you how to get there if that's your thing.

i've always found starsky and hutch to be a really warm, welcoming fandom to dive into, with an incredibly well-organized and active core fanbase (hence all these wonderful projects!). which is the most amazing kind of bonus to get in a package with an old show like this! <3

[somanywords]

Word: butter

Please and thank you!

thanks for stopping by, Beanz!! Here's a bit from the clintasha-kidnaps-Steve-and-takes-him-to-Missouri fic:

One of the previously mentioned neighbors stops by that evening. They’re sitting around the beat up table eating with the near silence of the exhausted, and a knock sounds at the door. Steve tenses and doesn’t miss the way Clint and Natasha share a look before standing. Clint goes over to the wall and yanks the darts from the board. Natasha is somehow already holding a handgun. Without a word to each other, Clint walks over to the front door and Natasha disappears out the back. Steve stays sitting at the table like a fool, clutching his butter knife a tad too tightly.

I'm exchanging words for snippets while I write!

[aparticularbandit]

immortal witch riding hood this week please!

WIP Wednesday Game

can do and have done! thanks so much for asking!!

Then you skip off further into the woods.  You succeeded at this, so you’ll succeed at finding the herbs.  No problem!

(Amazing, how such a simple success can change your whole worldview, your whole outlook on life.  You’d say that it doesn’t still happen, but you would be lying.)

You don’t find the herbs.

In fact, you walk around the woods for so long that you’re not sure you can find your way out.  The sun starts to set; the sky overhead grows a little darker; and you start to walk back.  But you’re tired – even with Fay, even when you spend the full day with her, you don’t do this much walking.  And even if you didn’t get hurt, you did climb a tree, and you did fall from the tree.

And….

And….

You’re…lost.

[preetkiran1016]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: due South Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski Characters: Benton Fraser, Ray Kowalski Additional Tags: Sleeping Bag Sex, There Was Only One Bed, There was only one sleeping bag, one bed, PWP, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Post-Canon, post CotW, Post-Episode: s04e12-13 Call of the Wild (due South), Getting Together, First Time, Dry Humping, Rutting, Hand Jobs, Kissing, Cuddling & Snuggling, Friends to Lovers, Porn with Feelings, no beta we die like robert fraser, no beta we die like men Summary:

“Two peas in a pod.” He grins. He can’t help it, and Fraser grins back, eyes glinting like they do every time he pulls the ‘naïve Canadian’ schtick.

“Precisely. Now, Ray, put on your socks and come to bed.”

This is all of your fault @allofthebeanz i hope you like it​

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Hi, S! I just wanted to drop by and tell you that your headcanon about Stucky and socks made me really happy. Hope you're doing well!

related to this and this

Aw, thanks! I'm glad to hear it <3

I'm doing good, just very busy with finals rapidly approaching (again, ugh), thanks for asking! I hope you are too.

[lizhly-writes]

@allofthebeanz hi there we are currently in "amnesiac advisor believes his king is his ex-boyfriend and the emperor is his son" hours. i wrote this bit and then immediately fell asleep. this is me, posting this in the middle of the night, after waking up and going "i fell asleep????"

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Fucking as if! Like his luck was really that good! No, Mobei-jun was his ex that was mad at him for maybe having an affair, right? Who would want to treat that kind of person kindly? Who didn't want that kind of person dead? Frankly speaking, it was a miracle Shang Qinghua was still here and alive! It was probably because Shang Qinghua was so good at his job that Mobei-jun couldn't find a good excuse to get rid of him, but assassination was a helluva good excuse.

No, the more likely scenario was this:

Shang Qinghua would say, "My king, I think there are assassins trying to kill me." In response, Mobei-jun would say, "Then perish." And then Shang Qinghua would perish, and no one would be terribly upset about it, because if you were killed, then clearly you didn't deserve to be alive to begin with. Haha, demons, right?

Shang Qinghua was on his own!

[lizhly-writes]

@allofthebeanz YOU GOT IT

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“You don’t need to come this time,” Lee Sookyung says, pained look on her face, which is funny, because now Kim Dokja wants to see what all the fuss is about.  Be grateful, Uncle – this is the only time so far that Kim Dokja actually wants to see you.

Even if it does mean waking up at 5AM so the neighbors don’t actually see what any of them are doing.

“Good morning,” Lee Joonghyuk says, wryly cheerful.  He looks about as sleepless as always; the dark circles under his eyes haven’t gotten any worse from being up at this hour at all.  “How are you doing today?”