Fuxuan (32 fuxuan stories)
Love is separated by mountains and seas. Mountains and seas can’t be overcome. She only found out many years later that this was actually an inevitable outcome.
1. “Chaoyue, Chaoyue, am I your little baby?” Yihan, who’s sitting on the couch watching TV, shifts her gaze to Chaoyue, who’s wholly absorbed in playing PUBG Duo Mode online with Fu Jing beside her. 2. Fu Jing has to go with Xuanyi to eat at a high-end restaurant because…
Was she close with Wu Xuanyi? That’s a good question.
Dear God. After Fu Jing’s heat has finally ended and she’s fallen into a deep sleep, Xuanyi sits in an armchair by the window and feels her heart still pounding at 180 bpm as she starts to seriously ponder this question. Weren’t they just going to have dinner? Why did she devour the host who sent her an invite in her house once again?
Yiyang turns around and is met with a smile that curves eyes into perfect crescents, a smile that somehow manages to be dazzling even with a mask covering the lower half of her face. She almost has an urge to bow and say ‘shijie,’ an engrained habit, but then again, Xuanyi isn’t really her shijie, right? They aren’t in sister groups, after all. She isn’t in any group at all.
When Xuanyi hears Fu Jing say “I have to walk down this road alone,” she can’t help herself as she mouths No, Jing, I’m still here, I’ll always be here.
“I’m not ready for it to be over.” Fu Jing sniffs and brings a hand to wipe her eyes. For once, Xuanyi doesn’t beat her to it. “I thought I was ready for it but I’m not.”
Xuanyi smiles at her in a way that stretches the moment out into a little pocket of eternity. Fu Jing adds it to her collection. She imagines sewing all these moments together one day, until she can make an actual eternity for them.
“Let’s break up.”
“I don’t get you, Fu Jing.” “I’m not that complicated,” Fu Jing says. She really isn’t. Like many other consorts, she only cares about one person, always wants to see that one person, would do anything for that one person. It’s just that that person isn’t the emperor.
Five minutes and thirty one seconds after I walk into this restaurant, I can tell that it definitely isn’t a simple late night crawfish restaurant.
“It’s really not a big deal,” Xuanyi says as Fu Jing finishes dabbing ointment on her legs, being so careful about it Xuanyi can barely feel her touch.
“So do you think it’s impossible? Staying friends after you break up?” It’s not that it’s impossible, Xuanyi thinks, looking at Fu Jing’s back, her figure even thinner than usual but, as usual, she takes up all of Xuanyi’s sightline, occupies her entire vision and leaves no room for anyone else.
You’ve been on what feels like hundreds, thousands of stages, smiled out into millions of faces, felt an infinitude of adoration and enthusiasm and passion.
Xuanyi flattens her hands against her abdomen. “Do you think my stomach looks big?”
“Was everything a sham? Our friendship, was it just a way for you to get votes?”
Xuanyi stumbles into Fu Jing’s room at three in the morning, her cheeks flushed, eyes bloodshot, hair damp with sweat and clinging to her face. “J-Jing,” she stammers. “I need your help.” Or: the succubus AU that can barely be called one.
Fu Jing doesn’t know what kind of person spends their first year anniversary crying in a corner, but evidently she’s that type of person.
“How did we go from the lesbian billionaire couple of China to being a pair of lame joking dads?”
Fu Jing is still wiping her eyes when Xuanyi finds her away from the cameras. Not exactly backstage, more like—backtent? “The bing was that good?” Xuanyi says, smiling, as she reaches out to brush away Fu Jing’s tears, lingering longer than she needs to.
What’s a word you would use to describe Wu Xuanyi? What’s a nickname that you think suits Fu Jing?
I marked Xuanyi.
Hi everyone, I’m Wu Xuanyi, and I’m freaking out right now.
Hi everyone, I’m Fu Jing. I think I’m really happy right now!
Xuanyi hasn’t seen her cry so much since the show finale, and it makes her ache to know that she’s the reason for Fu Jing’s tears when she had only ever wanted to be the reason for Fu Jing’s smiles. “Hey,” she says softly. “I’m…” Back. Home. Yours.
“I always felt like…no matter how close you came, it wasn’t close enough.” Or: 4 times Fu Jing finds an excuse to hold Xuanyi’s hand (+1 time she doesn't need to)
“Tell me it’s not true.” Xuanyi stares at her with hollow eyes. “I can’t.”
In a sea of 101 girls, she’s found her anchor.
Fu Jing doesn’t like Xuanyi. (Or maybe, she likes her a little too much.)
“I did it,” Fu Jing whispers into Xuanyi’s hair, her tone one of disbelief, like she’s still shocked at it all.
This is a oneshot / drabble of Xuan Yi and Fu Jing because I'm trash like that stan rocket girls!
Xuan Yi left Korea in hope to find the answer to her questions. Would the girl she just met named Fu Jing be the answer?