A little Elriel edit inspired by @rosehallshadowsinger and their amazing fic: The Beekeepers 🐝

OML, this is absolute perfection — you captured it so beautifully!! Thank you for this, @anyone-anything-canbetrayanyone! 💛💛💛

@rosehallshadowsinger Thank YOU for that truly amazing fic, I loved it so much and can’t wait to read everything you write in the future 💛🌼

Weirdly enough, I feel like Evangeline is going to be the one to talk some sense into Cal in RQ4.

This post was ahead of its time.

Feyre: *does anything*

Rhysand:

Guys and Cars: Chapter 8

Summary: Adrenaline, fast cars, and freedom.

Nesta Archeron doesn’t take anyone’s shit. She loves few things in life besides her candy apple red 1969 Charger, racing, and the ocean. When a stranger in a sparkly new Audi rolls into the picture, she discovers just how quickly that can change.

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NOTE: This chapter contains mentions of blood (nothing too horrible, but still) and is a smidge NSFW. If that’s not your cup of tea, please shoot me a message and I will fill you in on the crucial plot points of this chapter so you can continue reading future chapters!

Also I gave Az my dream car so I can live vicariously through him fIGHT ME

Nesta’s hands immediately flew to cover her mouth. Did she truly just confess her love to Cassian?

Damn it. Everything had been going so well between them, and now her big mouth had to go and ruin it. And to make matters worse, he looked like he might throw up. Great, he was really that repulsed by the idea of her loving him. Tears welled in her eyes and her heart pounded a mile a minute as she slowly lowered her hands to her lap.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking-“

Cassian shook himself as if waking from a daydream. A small smile cracked his face and he placed his hands on her arms, which only made her cry harder. Why was he smiling? Did he enjoy her pain?

“What?” she sniffled, wiping at her eyes. “What’s that look for?”

“I love you too, Nesta.”

Her breath left her in a rush. Through her tears, her smile mimicked his own as she asked, “Are you serious? You’re not screwing with me?”

“Gods, no!” He shook his head, letting out a lovely laugh. “I’d never lie about something so serious. I do love you, Nesta. I really, really do.” She could tell by the twinkle in his eyes that he was being truthful. Never in her life had she hoped to earn the love of someone so gorgeous and warm as Cassian.

It was like a dream come true.

She’d never felt so light in her entire life. It wasn’t like this was the first time she’d told someone she loved them; far from it, in fact. But it was the first time that she felt a soul-deep connection to someone. A joyous laugh bubbled from her lips.

“Say it again,” she whispered, turning her blue eyes up at him. He smiled and cupped her face in his hands as if she were the most precious being on the planet. The tenderness in the gesture melted the last sliver of ice she had harbored within her.

“I, Cassian Amaya, love you, Nesta, with my whole heart and soul.”

She’d never tire of hearing those words. Electricity zinged over her skin, making her feel dangerous and wild.

Nesta balled her hands in the fabric of his shirt and pulled him towards her, crashing her lips to his. If he’d been at all shocked by her forwardness, he didn’t let it show. He immediately wound his fingers in her auburn curls, sliding his tongue over her bottom lip.

She opened her mouth to him, allowing him free range to explore as he wished. Without breaking the kiss, she climbed into his lap, hooking her legs around his waist. His moan sent a wave of lust crashing over her, and she tugged his lip between her teeth.

She wanted him.

She wanted him now.

“Bedroom,” she gasped, breaking away to trail her lips over his strong, stubbled jaw. She knew he was itching to take her up on the offer, judging by the way he gently rolled his hips against hers.

But still, he paused. “Are you sure? You’re positive?”

“Yes,” she growled, tangling her fingers in his hair and tugging his head backwards to grant her better access to his neck.

“Then hang on.”

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Guys and Cars: Chapter 7

Summary: Adrenaline, fast cars, and freedom.

Nesta Archeron doesn’t take anyone’s shit. She loves few things in life besides her candy apple red 1969 Charger, racing, and the ocean. When a stranger in a sparkly new Audi rolls into the picture, she discovers just how quickly that can change.

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“What did you just say?”

“I said that I want to help you on this job.” She kept her voice strong, head held high. She wouldn’t back down. If this thing between them was going to work, she had to be allowed into every aspect of his life, good or bad.

“Nesta, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” His hazel eyes were brimming with worry. “Look, let’s not jump into this-“

“I’m done sitting on the sidelines!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands wide. “All I’ve ever done is sat back and watched my life go by. If this- this job- is something that you need to do, I would rather be there with you, just so I know you’re safe.”

He ran a hand through his dark hair. She could see the gears turning in his mind, every possible scenario racing through it faster than the spark of a sparkplug. He grimaced, as if at war with himself.

“This isn’t a decision to be taken lightly, Nes.” He spoke evenly, as if speaking to a caged animal. “We’re talking about committing a felony-“

Anger flared within her. “I know damn well what stealing cars involves.” She grit her teeth, grinding out, “I’m not some helpless girl that needs to be kept in the dark, needs to be protected from the world.”

Cassian seemed taken aback by her determination and unwavering drive. He sighed, slumping back against the windshield. He gave a tiny nod, unwilling to look at her.

“Okay. But…” He held his hands out, palms up. “Just don’t make a decision without all the facts, alright? Let’s go back to my place, go over the details. And then if you still are dead set on working with us…” His eyes met hers, warily. “We’ll discuss.”

“Seems fair,” she grumbled, sliding off the hood of the Charger. The springs and shocks creaked as he followed her, both of them moving to stand at the edge of the gravel overlook.

His offer was more than fair. She’d jumped in, feet first, without even checking how deep the water was first. There was a very good chance that it was shallow, and she would be left hurting in one way or another.

So she knew Cassian was right to be wary, and to advise her not to make a decision so quickly. He understood her need to ensure his safety, but he didn’t just brush it off. He took the time to listen to her concerns and offer a more realistic, level-headed solution. His ability to diffuse her hot-burning anger instead of fueling it was one of the things she liked most about him.

“You wanna follow me back to my apartment then? Go over the plans?” Cassian placed a cautious hand on the small of her back. It amazed her how one small touch could turn her insides into such a gooey mess.

Nesta allowed herself another moment to breathe in the fresh, warm air of the valley to calm her thumping heart. Then she turned to him, laying her hands flat on his chest and looking up at him.

“I’d like that,” she murmured, enamored by the soft curve of his lower lip and the slight stubble that lined his jaw. Caught in the moment, and the sweetness of his tone, she reached up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his chin.

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Guys and Cars: Chapter 6

Summary: Adrenaline, fast cars, and freedom.

Nesta Archeron doesn’t take anyone’s shit. She loves few things in life besides her candy apple red 1969 Charger, racing, and the ocean. When a stranger in a sparkly new Audi rolls into the picture, she discovers just how quickly that can change.

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Nesta’s body was on autopilot as she drove down the coast. The rumble of the Charger’s Hemi engine vibrated through her, bringing her a small amount of comfort at the familiarity. She wished it’s roar would drown out her thoughts and take away her pain. Instead, his name pulsed through her with every beat of her heart.

Cassian.

That bastard. Her hands tightened around the steering wheel in a white-knuckle grip.

Cassian.

Good-for-nothing thief. She shifted gears, relying on muscle memory.

Cassian, Cassian, Cassian.

She slammed down on the accelerator, sending a surge of adrenaline pumping through her veins. It washed out any thoughts other than survival, the high speed and tight turns demanding her full attention.

She didn’t know how, but somehow she ended up at that spot where she and Cass had sat and watched the LA lights sprawled out beneath them.

She pulled off the road, slamming the car into park. Of course her subconscious would bring her here. She pressed a hand to her temple, trying to sort through her jumbled mind. Her phone buzzed in the passenger seat, and she glanced at it.

I’m sorry. Please let me explain.

She scoffed, tossing it back to the seat after turning it off. Nothing he could say would rectify the way he had played with her heart.

Though being at this ridge brought back memories she’d rather forget, she was too drained to drive anywhere else. She retrieved the thin, ratty old blanket she kept in the backseat and got out of the car. Wrapping it around her shoulders, she climbed onto the hood and slunk back against the windshield.

The night was cold, but not enough so to prompt her to leave her perch. The still warm engine radiated enough heat to ward off the chill for now. She focused on the lights of the city below, tracking headlights and taillights as they sparkled against the backdrop of the blue ocean.

How had she been so foolish? She should have never let Cassian into her heart, never should have opened up to him. Was there something about her that drew men in, but only the ones that would break her? She had so many questions, but no one to give her answers.

“Why?” she whispered, the desert breeze washing the single syllable over the valley. Tears welled in her eyes, and she desperately tried to blink them back. They fell anyway, splashing to the blanket as they spilled down her cheeks.

She loved Cassian. She had finally admitted it to herself; she loved him. Or maybe she loved the idea of him, of the man that had saved her that night from the sleezeball when she was frozen and couldn’t fend for herself. Either way, she had cared for him, more than she had allowed herself to care for anyone in a long time.

Maybe she should give him a chance to explain. After all, she had agreed to hear him out but had instead kicked him out the door as soon as he’d told her he stole cars for a living. But she hadn’t paid his side of the story any heed, and maybe that was a mistake.

But she was so, so tired. Her eyelids drooped, and she rested her head on the roof of the car. She would figure it out later, after she’d had the chance to sleep on it.

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