#weilanweeks2022

[yilian0203]

Wings for this Weilan Week!!!

[shiori69art]

Art for WeiLan week

[sasamelons]

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

A little angsty drabble to start off Weilan Weeks 2022: Past Life / AU / Reincarnation

Shen Wei stands under the dim glow of the lanterns and waits, as he has done every time since Hell was new and the road underneath him a trodden trail in yellow dirt. His power is carefully folded away into his plain robes, both the inborn chill of death and the inherited grandeur of a hundred thousand mountains.

In the distance in one direction, Old Lady Meng bends over her soup of oblivion. In the other direction, a beloved figure approaches.

These last, shadowy journeys are the only times he has with Kunlun, and they are always much too short.

[yilian0203]

Shen Wei is the white moonlight glowing so brightly in the night sky but is beyond reach. Zhao Yunlan is the blazing sun, so warm and charming but is the flame to a moth if getting any closer. In the enormous universe, only the sun shines for the moon. If there was no sun, the moon would be dead. If there was no Zhao Yunlan, Shen Wei would have no reason to live.

[shiori69art]

Good morning kiss

[yilian0203]

Lovely family 🥺❤

[sasamelons]

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

My final Weilan Weeks 2022 drabble, for Week 5: Flowers & Trees / Mountains & Rivers / Sun & Moon. Where Shen Wei really is a plum blossom yao like Shen San guessed (or alternatively, a Flower Tribe Yashou).

In Dragon City, winter prowls the streets with teeth. It is the time of year when cats, snakes, and humans alike hide away.

But Shen Wei isn’t afraid of the cold. Especially not when the SID’s warmth shines through its windows, lighting up the courtyard.

He plants his feet in the dirt and unfurls. Rooted, breaths swaying slow, the blossoms itching under his skin finally allowed to unveil their snow-soft hearts.

A sudden warmth on his bark; for the first in a long time, he doesn’t think metal, doesn’t think blade. Instead he stretches, and lets petals adorn his love.

Also a fill for “Transformation” on my @guardianbingo card.

[sasamelons]

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

This was written for the Weilan Weeks 2022 Week 4 Prompts: Family / Seasons / Change (mostly Seasons but you it could be stretched to include the other 2?).

It was also inspired by my desire to nap at all times.

“Where’re you goin’,” mumbles the lump on the bed. An arm snakes out from the covers, reaching out fruitlessly.

A smile breaks the surface of Shen Wei’s lips. “It’s morning, Yunlan.”

“Uuugghh. But people aren’t meant to work in winter.”

Shen Wei is taken by a sudden memory of Kunlun. Half-closed eyes, lithe limbs lounging against leaveless branches, hair a bird’s nest around handsome features.

Then there is a crash. Shen Wei stares. The floor lamp lies across their bedroom door, wooden column hollowed out and split.

“Yunlan?”

“Hmmmmh?”

“Will you fix the lamp if I go back to bed?”