#fuyuan

[kwoojii]

mini j

[he11holy]

shadow wizard money gang we love kissing boys (and taking their jobs)

[hynori]

Lingsha 🐰

[muminshoom]

I just know they both have constant neck pain

[mirror-to-the-past]

The knight and noble relationship Lingyuan and Fujin got going on is ooooooOoOGH. Lingyuan's lines really ripped my heart out, she cares for Fujin so much in the 'I'll tear down the empires that have made you despair only to see you smile again' kind of way. Goddamn.

[lu-minarie]

another request 🫶🏼

[gamerbot-22]

A Girl and Her Rabbit

Prompt: Rabbit

TW/CW: None, barely proofread and I appreciate spellchecks!

Word Count: 574

A/N: Lingsha.... She... I feel like. She kinda just got introduced and then Hoyo hasn't done anything more with her. Which is a shame! I would like for there to be more to her, especially considering her backstory. The curse of there being so many characters to sell I guess. Also I could not. For the life of me find Fuyuan's pronouns so I'm going with he/him--

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She'd been at it for hours. Lingsha had started making this batch of medicine just as the sun was reaching the middle of the sky, and now the moon was already on its way down. It was meant to just be a break to get her brain clear, a repetitive task to prepare her for the next day's work, but all it did was make her head even foggier. With such a menial task--rolling, pressing, wrapping, over and over--her mind just wandered. She didn't relax, she just thought herself into corner after corner about all sorts of things.

It was exhausting. Both for her head and her shoulders and fingers from all the pressing and rolling. She needed a break from her break.

So she leaned back on her hands and sighed, lifting her chest as she inhaled to stretch, and then exhaled through her mouth. She was sore, but she wasn't tired. She couldn't just flop over and go to sleep, not when her head was so filled with noise that just wouldn't detangle itself.

"Fuyuan," she said in a soft voice, worn from such little use over the day, and sure enough her beloved rabbit hopped from his place in her lamp to sit by her side. The rabbit's fur, soft like clouds and thick as cotton, was warm and sweet smelling against Lingsha's skin and scales, and even a woman as principled as the new Cauldron Master couldn't resist smoothing Fuyuan's ears back.

"Good rabbit," Lingsha hummed, honestly more for herself than for Fuyuan. "So little and soft... Like a dream made real."

Fuyuan sniffed gently, his big red eyes squeezing shut in appreciation. He was such a sweetheart, Lingsha thought, both in general and especially for her. Nights light this, when the sky was empty and her head was nothing but fog and fluff, Fuyuan was there to be a reprieve, a metaphorical light in the dark.

Although... sometimes his fluff was a bit of a distraction from the calming down part. Lingsha squished the fluff around Fuyuan's neck, watching him wobble just a little from side to side from each touch.

"Heheh~ Boop boop boop. Now you're a little soup dumpling."

He sniffed again, his squishy little mouth curling up in a smile, and she stopped.

"Are you tired?" She asked, as if a rabbit made of thick fog and incense could get tired. Either way, it was easier to excuse herself to bed if she could pin the coming exhaustion on somebody else.

And sure enough, a little ear twitch and a sigh was all she needed to gather Fuyuan up in her arms, swing her legs to the other side of her bench, and rise to her feet. She stretched in place, groaning softly, and then stalked off to leave her clinic and head upstairs to her bed.

She didn't even bother to get dressed in her pajamas. She just got upstairs, kicked off her shoes, and sank into her bed, Fuyuan held gently to her chest until he squirmed out to sleep by her head instead. His quick, soft little breaths were the perfect white noise to drown out the last of her jumbled up thoughts from the day.

"Goodnight, Fuyuan..." She murmured, nuzzling up into her pillow.

He sniffed at her face softly, and shut his eyes again.

It would be about noon the next morning by the time they both woke up.

[kiraisrika]

Star girl, golden hour boy

Ah yes my favorite tropes, girlboss and malewife

[eternalflashh]

“Keep calm,” Jing Yuan murmurs as he traces her hairline with his fingertips, tucking stray strands behind her ear. “So many people cannot handle even their single life, and you aim to live each and every possible outcome in existence? Weighing every decision between the infinitely forking branches before deciding on which path to take? You may have a vast mind, but have pity on your tiny head, Diviner.”

He leans in, touching his forehead against hers—against the gleaming third eye, without mind for its cold and distant nature. Jing Yuan’s eyelids flutter to a peaceful shut, as he does whenever entranced by deep contemplation. He is gorgeous, the general, particularly up close where she can see each of his moles and creases, all that marks him human. Fu Xuan hears the unwilling quickening of her heartbeats.

“Keep calm,” he repeats. “Breathe, Fu Xuan.”

Irrespective of her racing heart, she joins him as he inhales—chests rising and falling in tandem, again, again. She lets her own eyes close, her vision slipping into the unsettling dark. There’s warm security in the way his hand cups the back of her head, and she basks in it; dwelling in wafts of herbal mist, freshly inked parchment, salts of old regret among lotus leaves.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Breathe in, breathe out.

“Patiently, let them out. We go through this one by one.”

A steady metronome, to keep the melody flowing. The weight of all the world's fate does not seem so much more daunting to bear now, knowing that there is a head, a heart, next to hers, keeping her in check.

[apopcornkernel]

au where an hour in phantylia's realm is five years in real life..... fu xuan waits fifteen years for the general to return.

just, fu xuan straight up refusing to accept his death. getting so so so frustrated at how everyone around her acts as if he's already gone. they want her to be general?? they want to put up a memorial??? fu xuan seethes and sends them all to receive disciplinary action

fu xuan completely throwing herself into her work, trying in vain not to let her thoughts wander to him. her nights are spent with her third eye open and seeking his fate, but it's always in vain—she simply can't see anything and it's driving her insane.

and when this happens, it usually means that the person has left this realm. died. but he can't have. surely she would have felt it if he had—surely the universe would have! how could one such as the general-arbiter and divine foresight slip away with such quietness? she refuses to believe it. she can't believe it.

and despite all the work she's doing for the luofu, despite running the ship in all but name, despite the years without so much as a peep from him, despite the fact that she can't see him through either the matrix or her third eye, she still refuses the position of general.

accepting it is akin to signing his death sentence. because if his seat is empty, if the luofu is still under his command, then surely it means he will return. right? it's just one of his many war expeditions—she need only lead them until he returns, and teases her about her short stint as regent, and cheat his way to another starchess victory, and poke her in the cheek when she's annoyed.

and he will return.

(he has to.)

[pile-of-anxiety]

Hmm I have a sudden idea for a Jingfu AU. Imagine one sided enemies to lovers where Fu Xuan thinks of Jing Yuan as lazy and undeserving of the general role. Then, during her daily readings, she sees a flash or something of her and Jing yuan embracing. Obviously, she’s upset by this but she can’t help but be curious so she starts thinking about him more and more.

Things devolve from their until they get into a relationship. Fu Xuan doesn’t realize until their practically married.

[shiroselia]

So did you guys know that I write other stuff? Because I sure didn't!

Chapters: 1/1 (Yes I can write one-shots!) Words: 1 772 Rating: Teen and Up Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship(s): Fu Xuan/Jing Yuan Characters: Fu Xuan, Jing Yuan

Fu Xuan POV, Third Person Past Tense (Yes, I can write that!). Character study-esque and Incredibly shippy. I love Fu Xuan, I love Jing Yuan, I love FuYuan. I loved writing this so incredibly much, please enjoy!

[buryam-soul]

If Jing Yuan appoints Fu Xuan as some sort of temporary General while he recovers from his wounds post-1.2, I am going to explode (positive)

[muminshoom]

Jingfu brainrot sketches because I love their dynamic so much

[berryblooo]

I know what we’re supposed to do. It’s hard for me to let go of you.

So I’m just trying to hold on.

Hold on, I don’t wanna know what it’s like when you’re gone. I don’t wanna move on. I don’t wanna know what it’s like when you’re gone for good.

You’re slipping through my fingertips, a little bit by little bit. I didn’t know that loving you was the happiest I’ve ever been.

So I’m just tryna hold on.

I need to learn to cope without you. I’m tryna protect myself but only you know how to.

Walk with me now: JingFu post-1.2 and it’s Fu Xuan’s POV as she waits at Jing Yuan’s bedside for him to wake up.

[arthistoryanimalia]

Li Fuyuan 李付元 (China, b. 1942)

Penguin Family, 2008

Ink & colour on paper