[Amnesty] Five Elements: Crucible

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Title: Crucible
Author: aroberuka
Word Count/Drabble Type: 100 125 words because I am bad at maths; posted with permission.
Character(s)/Ship(s): Wei Wuxian
Rating/Warnings: T; nothing very graphic but allusions to The Usual Fare for this part of canon
Summary: Wei Wuxian, from the fall of Lotus Pier to the making of Chenqing.
Author's Notes: /

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[Amnesty] Rules: The Third Rule

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Title: The Third Rule
Author: aroberuka
Word Count/Drabble Type: 100
Character(s)/Ship(s): Lan Wangji with implied Wangxian
Rating/Warnings: G; temporary character death but he gets resurrected right there
Summary: Pushing Daisies!Fusion, or: Lonely Tourist Wei Ying won't be dead for long.
Author's Notes: This one probably won't make much sense if you're not familiar with at least the basic premise of Pushing Daisies.

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Of all the rules that steered the course of Wangji's life, there were three that no-one else knew about:

first touch, life;

second touch, death;

no more than sixty seconds in between.

The third rule was of utmost importance, because Wangji was never the one who paid the price of breaking it.

But this was Wei Ying, coming back to precious life at Wangji's touch, already in movement, already smiling, as if this was just a chance meeting between old friends, even though his death had been anything but peaceful. This was Wei Ying, and Wangji—

Wangji forgot the time.

[Amnesty] Spring comes, and all again is peach blossom and water: Where Life Travels

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Title: Where Life Travels
Author: aroberuka
Word Count/Drabble Type: 100
Character(s)/Ship(s): Wei Changze/Cangse Sanren + implied Wei Ying
Rating/Warnings: G; no warnings needed
Summary: Spring comes, and Wei Changze gets used to life on the road.
Author's Notes: And this one was mostly done when the prompt was posted, but got stuck at 88 words. Finally unstuck it!

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In the language of travelers, time is kept in seasonal blooms and the comings and goings of migratory animals. A child of nowhere, raised on a mountain where no one had any use for months and years, Cangse Sanren is fluent in this tongue.

Born and raised in Lotus Pier, Wei Changze only knows how to count in calendar days.

But as he sits with her under falling peach blossoms and tenderly traces the gentle curve of her rounded belly, he thinks the baby will be born along with the chrysanthemums and realizes he is, after all, starting to learn.