#theme:establishedrelationship

Author: nenyanaryavilya

Length: Oneshot, 7k Words (Completed)

Rating: Teen+

Genre: Modern AU, Family AU, Established Relationship

Summary:

Wei Ying pulls out his phone and sends a snapchat to Jiang Cheng of the house with the caption “it cant be bodysnatchers if youre in the middle of nowhere right.”

His phone buzzes two seconds later with a blurry picture of Jiang Cheng’s annoyed face and the caption “any1 would want 2 murder u after spending more than 3 minutes w u” and a second one that says “also who would want 2 make a copy of ur body. what did they always dream of being a twink.”

Wei Ying snaps back a photo of a very particular finger, uncaptioned.

Wei Ying meets his boyfriend's family.

Author: martyrsdaughter

Length: Oneshot, 6.5k Words (Completed)

Rating: M

Genre: Modern AU, Teacher AU, Cultivators AU, Established Relationship

Summary:

Esteemed cultivation professor Lan Wangji demonstrates how to deal with demons.

He does not recommend marrying them as a general rule, but it's worked out well for him so far.

Author: mme_anxious

Length: Oneshot, 4.5k Words (Completed)

Rating: Teen+

Genre: Modern AU, Established Relationship, Proposal, Fluff

Summary:

I love you, Wei Ying thinks. And then remembers his question.

“So,” he says again, “question.”

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One time Wei Ying proposed (on accident) and five times he almost proposed (on purpose).

Author: Leffy

Length: Oneshot, 10k Words (Completed)

Rating: M

Genre: Modern AU, Established Relationship

Summary:

Wei WuXian isn't a possessive man, nor is he ever the type to get jealous. That's why he doesn't understand why he gets an irritating feeling in his gut when he sees the woman standing a little too close to his husband.

Wei WuXian isn't jealous; he just wants to prove something, that's all.

Author: sundiscus

Length: Oneshot, 5k Words (Completed)

Rating: Teen+

Genre: Modern AU, Established Relationship, Proposal, Fluff

Summary:

“I’m so sorry,” Wei Ying says, all in a rush. “That was meant for Nie-xiong, I swear.”

A tiny line appears between Lan Zhan’s eyebrows. “You meant to propose to Nie Huaisang?”

“Propose to—no! No, I meant to propose to you, obviously, but not like that.”

Like that, Lan Zhan mouths.