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mycelium by ScarlettStorm for bookwyrmling
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
31 Oct 2024
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They’re a brighter orange than he was expecting, that’s the first thing he notices. Lan Zhan was vaguely concerned he might have difficulty actually seeing the mushrooms amongst the undergrowth, but that clearly won’t be a concern. He’d also worried that they wouldn’t find many, that they’d tromp over hill and dale for only a handful and waste their time, but this patch alone is enormous to his untrained eye. Dozens of bright orange ruffled mushrooms sprout up from the layer of fir needles covering the ground, occasionally lifting an entire fallen leaf with them in their enthusiasm to grow. It’s like being in a meadow planted with crocuses in early spring, except that it’s fall, and instead of flowers, it’s mushrooms.
“Like I said,” Wei Ying says, nudging his elbow against Lan Zhan’s. “They love it.”
Or: Five years after Wei Ying left, Lan Zhan accepts his invitation to go chanterelle foraging. They find more than they were expecting.
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30 Jun 2025
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paint smears on sunny days by SnowshadowAO3
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
10 Oct 2020
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To say that he runs to his car would be incorrect, as he is a Lan, and running is both undignified and unnecessary unless in immediate danger. Nor does he slam his key into the ignition, or aggressively swerve around the cars on the freeway, or have a mild panic attack at the fact he is picking A-Yuan up late from school for the first time ever.
He comes close, though.
By the time he arrives, it’s 4:35PM, and he has imagined about fifty different worse-case scenarios. The door is partly open when he gets to it, a messy label of 104B—Art Room scrawled with chalk on a placard next to the faded wood. As he opens it fully, he expects to see a wailing, terrified child, or perhaps a scene of utter misery and betrayal.
What he finds is his son, hands covered in paint, being sung to by a beautiful, dark-haired stranger.
“Ducks live in the pond, yellow ducks, happy ducks!”
Lan Wangji stops in his tracks.
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30 Jun 2025