Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy being like, "I am 100% committed to respecting your 'no', but I heard you wouldn't promise my aunt not to marry me so I had to come and check just one (1) more time."
June 19th, 2024 I was home from work in observation of Juneteenth. I finally picked up this book that my best friend and co-worker told me I needed to read, and fell in love with Feyre and Rhys.
That December, after reading probably hundreds of fics, I started this story, and now it ends. It is so bittersweet. This ending is a little bit of my "best hits" if you will - completely self-indulgent, but hey, that's what I do. I will probably continue this in the part two with drabbles and sneak peeks into some off page stuff, but I will be shifting my focus to other on-going projects.
Thank you to everyone who has been on this journey with me - whether you were here in the beginning, found me somewhere in the middle or made it as I was wrapping up. Your kind words and support have made this journey so much sweeter.
This story is for my gals who love silver fox Rhys, and more specifically my friends in ubc.
Read now on AO3. Snippet below the cut.
“What do you feel like painting today?” Feyre asked the little boy seated at the low table before her. He made a point of exaggerating his contemplation, bringing his pointer finger to his chin as he looked off in the distance, mimicking a character he saw on one of his shows, no doubt.
His blue eyes lit up, joy and excitement filling them. “A surprise for sissy!”
She laughed, realizing her question was futile. Every picture from the last month has been a surprise for his sister. If not for her, then the other people in his family got a surprise painting from him. It varied in the subjects, but the love and attention to detail he poured into it never varied.
“A surprise for sissy it is. And what do you feel like painting with? Water color or acrylic?” She showed him two examples of his own work from before, one with each medium so he knew what the outcome would be. He selected water color this time and she breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that the studio wouldn’t be covered in splatters by the end of the hour.
Not that the studio was ever really pristine, not since the day she moved her work into it five years previously. The memory of coming to the townhouse one day after her classes, only to find Cass and Az reconfiguring it to be a space for her to paint was still a fond one. One of the earliest, in fact, that made this place feel like her home. She set out the watercolor supplies and after some more prompting, turned to focus on her own work. After all, his piece was to be a surprise - no matter that she would see it when it was finished, she would give him the privacy he needed to paint.
Will you share a piece of Elain fanart that altered your brain chemistry?
This piece that was gifted to me that was a collab from @jadedbug and @itsblobross when I was going through a health crises and was in and out of the hospital.
It’s not super sexy to be sure but it is the Disney love story vibes they know I crave.
When Jade gave me my print to hang on the wall of my library I felt like I’d won the lottery (and I did)
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