#rbb fic

[queenmimi2817]

Do you think Hope is on the Horizon?

Word Count: 464

Summary: A few words can help water down any doubt. (Return of the Blossoming Blade/RBB)

Note: Yunjong/Gender Neutral Reader, Pre-Season One/Start of Season One

RBB belongs to Biga

The wooden sword in your hand wasn't new, nor was the uniform on your back. The air around the mountain felt stale, like nothing new was in the wind. Every sunrise and sunset felt the same, the sect's decline being the only constant other than the fact that time still moved on.

You sat back against a tree, the evening breeze caressing your chin as it gently swept by. You fiddled with the ribbon that previously held your hair up and out of your face. Now, your fingers ran along it; even this was a lot to afford in the sect. No matter how much one holds their pride up…even you sometimes wonder if Mount Hua was the right place to have ventured to. And yet…the descending sun seemed to bring hope that good fortune on its rise.

"I was wondering where you were. Jo Gul said you hadn't come back after a short hike." A familiar voice said behind her. "Care for a little company?" You looked back over your shoulder at Yunjong, who was offering a soft smile.

You slowly nodded, and he walked up to take a seat next to you. He looked toward the sunset as you turned your gaze back to the sunset. It was calm and quiet. The only sound was the branches above us rustling and the occasional whisp of the wind.

"…Hey, Yujong? Do you…" You trailed off, almost afraid of what you wanted to ask. Is he worried about the future? Does it feel like we'll run our youth into the ground trying to survive? What becomes of the cherry blossoms of the future?

"You okay…?"

"Yunjong, what comes next?" You blurt out, "Sorry..I.."

He smiled softly before sighing, "To be honest..I don't know. Probably tomorrow." You laughed before rolling your eyes as his smile dropped to a small straight line. "…I want to have hope that something good awaits us when the sun rises. Even a plum reblooms after a harsh winter somehow."

Slowly, you leaned your head until it rested on his shoulder; his body stiffened before he relaxed and leaned his head over to rest on top of yours.

The golden sun dipped down, the dark purple of night drawing its curtain over the western mountains, small twinkles of stars starting to showcase their delight. The orange and reds painted the dimming horizon like an artistic masterpiece as it continued to draw forward the night.

"This is nice, Yunjung."

"…It's always nice with you."

"….Can we watch the sunrise tomorrow? Just in case good fortune awaits."

"We can watch it until the plum trees stop existing."

The two sat idle, words whispered under the sounds of nature, unaware of the mad fortune crawling its way to Mount Hua.

[henryspearl]

The Claremont-Diaz family have been invited to Britain to participate in this year's upcoming social season, travelling all the way from DC. Prince Henry of Wales hates everything about the Royal Monarchy and is being forced to hide himself away from being who he really is and living out his worst nightmare as he unwillingly participates in this year's social season in order to find a wife, which is something he will never have any interest in what so ever. All of it is complete and utter shambles in his eyes. However, when his grandmother Queen Mary chooses Sir Alexander Claremont-Diaz as this year's incomparable diamond, his mind about the social season could be about to be changed as he finds himself wanting the crown's jewels....literally.

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or a bridgerton au

read chapter one here

[allthemarvelousrage]

THERE ARE TOO MANY BIRD PUNS.

[allthemarvelousrage]

The last 3200 words have been written. The first 3600 words have been written. 1100 words inside the middle have been written. Still have an unknown count to go. JFC, why can’t I write anything short? 

[blueeyedgrlwrites]

7, 8, 14 for the WIP asks!

7. What is your favorite scene you’ve written so far?

Thus far, from all my WIPs, my fave scene is when Alex meets Bea and Pez in my hockey fic. Here's a bit:

He clears his throat and gestures between them. “Alex, my sister Beatrice and my best mate, Percy Okonjo.” Percy offers his hand first. “Everyone calls me Pez. Like the sweets.” Alex grips his hand firmly. “Noted.” “It’s Bea,” she says when Alex turns to her and offers his hand. “Only our grandmother calls me Beatrice because the old hag hates everything to do with modernity, including nicknames. Anyway, Henry’s told us so much about you.” “Oh he has?” Alex grins wider, noticing the flush on Henry’s cheeks growing redder and coloring the tops of his ears. “He did you no justice at all, darling.” Pez grins roguishly. “That hurts, Henry.” Alex sighs, dramatically clutching at his heart. “Demons. The lot of you.” Henry sighs and glances upward.

8. What is the last scene you’ve written?

It's Alex and Henry in my RBB, at home after going out to dinner and starting the process of putting their marriage back together.

14. What have you been finding frustrating with writing this chapter/fic?

It's been really difficult/frustrating getting out of the angst/hurt headspace to get back into a happier headspace. And, in general, I get frustrated with myself when the words are there and I can't focus long enough to get them out. That's been happening a lot with this chapter.

Ask me about my WIPs

[billywick]

Then again, I'm pretty content right now, writing space adventures under the moon and stars on my balcony. It's finally cooled down enough for me to think coherently.

Anyone wish to keep me company enduring my terrible humour on skype?