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stat•ic
/ˈstadik/ adj. : 1. lacking in movement, action, or change; 2. concerned with bodies at rest or forces in equilibrium
n. : crackling or hissing noises on a telephone, radio, or other telecommunications system.He hadn't taken it well when Kuroo went away.
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19 Jul 2020
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Kuroo said in a rush, "I think I've been in love with you since I was fifteen years old. Is that sad?"
Kenma shook his head, taking in all the up-close details, all the curves of Kuroo's face and flecks of gold in his brown eyes. "When I think about it now, I don't think there was a time I wasn't in love with you," he answered honestly.
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"I like you, Kuro.”
Tetsurou’s breath stops in his throat, his jaw hangs open. “Oh.”
Kenma nods. “It felt like it was something I should tell you. I don’t think I’ve ever not told you something, so I thought I should tell you.” He looks up at Tetsurou now. Tetsurou has never realised how small Kenma is. Which is a silly thing, considering how much of his life has been spent in a sport focusing on height. But still, Kenma is small. “Was that okay – should I not have told you?”
(OR a story that starts with a confession instead of ending with one)
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Bookmarked by umaapaw
28 Jan 2026
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It’s an action crafted from years of knowing and looking after someone. Why is it now that it feels so…romantic? He just wants Kenma to take care of himself. Or does he want to be the one to take care of him?
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Only one day into marriage and he’s already been betrayed. By his soulmate, no less.
“You’re not embarrassed at all,” Wei Wuxian says slowly, feeling a disbelieving grin creep onto his face. “You just like making things difficult, don’t you?”
Lan Zhan smiles.
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Or: married wangxian play 10 (ish) rounds of “guess the love song”.
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20 Mar 2023
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Lan Zhan’s every bit a light-bearer as before, but where he used to be distant starlight, now he's lotus ponds under the sun– every movement a shimmering ‘welcome home’, warm to the touch and there, always there whenever Wei Wuxian reaches out.
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“Okay,” Wei Wuxian says into his shoulder, and “I love you,” much, much quieter, into the pillow as he shifts closer. The rustle of sheets is more than loud enough to hide it. Still, he tenses with the danger of it, anticipating.
Lan Zhan’s breaths are even. Wei Wuxian swallows down what tastes like disappointment.
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In which Wei Wuxian is a ghost, and then he isn’t; Lan Wangji is alone, and then he isn’t; and grief is difficult to outrun. They figure it out.
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17 Mar 2023
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Wei Wuxian considers the pain he feels over years missed, and compares it to Lan Zhan’s, over years spent alone and searching. It’s the same shape, just a different colour.
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Wei Wuxian opens one eye, sneaking a peek at the paper, then both. It’s gone. The flame burns freely and uninterrupted. The curse– the curse should be broken, now, right? He hazards a look at Lan Zhan and his heart thumps in his chest like it’s trying to prove a point.
“Fucking hell,” he says under his breath.
“Wei Ying?”
“I– yeah. Sorry, um. Technical difficulties.”
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Wei Wuxian gets cursed with lovey-dovey bitch syndrome. Modern magic uni AU.
Bookmarked by umaapaw
17 Mar 2023
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Wei Wuxian collects pieces of Lan Wangji as they’re given, like pebbles and seaglass, things to turn over in his fingers later
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Maybe if he pays enough attention to how this feels, he’ll learn how to replicate it on his own. Maybe when all this is over he’ll still choose Lan Zhan. Maybe Lan Zhan will choose him back.
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Standing on the edge of this moment isn’t the precipice he thought it would be. Or a tightrope or shackles or any of the things he’s always associated with giving himself to someone. This is a front door, and this is him knocking, and Lan Zhan– Lan Zhan, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, a hundred questions on his face, looks like every version of home Wei Wuxian can come up with.
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I love you enough to make myself think I was cursed, Lan Zhan, isn’t that ridiculous? As if loving you could be a curse.