Fuxuan (27 fuxuan stories)
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.