In a sea of 101 girls, she’s found her anchor.

Xuanyi is in China, and Bona misses her.

They only discover it after Jessica leaves. Or: the soulmate verse where once you meet your soulmate, it’s painful to be apart from them for too long.

“Tell me it’s not true.” Xuanyi stares at her with hollow eyes. “I can’t.”

“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)

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.

Hi everyone, I’m Fu Jing. I think I’m really happy right now!

Hi everyone, I’m Wu Xuanyi, and I’m freaking out right now.

I marked Xuanyi.

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.

“How did we go from the lesbian billionaire couple of China to being a pair of lame joking dads?”

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.

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.

“Was everything a sham? Our friendship, was it just a way for you to get votes?”

Bona and Xuanyi reunite, for a little while.

Xuanyi flattens her hands against her abdomen. “Do you think my stomach looks big?”

At this point, Fu Jing can’t deny that there’s Something between them, worthy of a capital s.

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.

“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.

“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.

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.

“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.

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.

“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.”

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.

One would think, looking at them, that Xiening is the one who didn’t make the lineup.

Xiening had told herself that she would confess after the finale, whether they made it into the group or not. She only considered those two outcomes: they both made it, or they both didn’t.

“Do you think Xiening is…different?” Yijin catches herself asking Zhao Yue one day.

“Hey, Liu Xiening, I have a few bones to pick with you.” Xiening feels sweat bead at her temple. “Uh, what?” “How could you kiss Yifan and cling onto Yijin like that?” Yiyang says with a cute scowl.

I look at her and think about how I won’t be able to look at her like this from now on, and my heart swells and dips. I don’t know what hurts more: not being able to debut, or having to be apart from her.