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Nesta Archeron in Queen of Ashes

Feyre offers Nesta's hand as a peace treaty to a King.

#pro nesta archeron #prompt #nesta archeron

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Nesta and Eris - A Court of Thorns and Roses

Artist: @/pele.dixma

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Yeah... I don't hate myself enough to continue with sjmaas' books.

I just wish Nesta had a decent ending or someone to write good fics about her. (not Cassian fans redeeming him)

Spoilers for the CC3 bonus chapters:

But Ember seethed at Rhysand, “Don’t bother obliterating my daughter.” Fury blazed through her. “When I get back to Midgard, I’m going to do it myself." “Right,” Ember bit out. “We’re just pathetic, weak, stupid humans. Little more than chattel to you.”

Rhysand snarled something that Nesta’s shoulders tensing; her head bowing.

And Ember found herself pushing out of her chair, stalking for the doors. Randall tried to grab her, but he was too late. And Azriel didn’t stop her as Ember flung open the glass doors and asked Rhysand, “Isn’t it a little early to be biting people’s heads off?”

The trio froze. Rhysand slowly turned toward Ember. His eyes were black pits. “I don’t recall asking you to join our conversation.”

Ember kept her chin high. “You interrupted my breakfast. If you wanted privacy, you should have gone somewhere else.”

Was that amusement shining in Cassian’s eyes? Ember didn’t dare take her attention off Rhysand to confirm. Randall appeared at her side, a hand on her back in warning as he said, “We’ll leave you to it.”

But Ember refused to move, even as a part of her quailed in terror, and said, “Nesta made a choice to harbor us—she made a choice to give Midgard a shot at freedom. To give my world hope. What kind of person are you to rip her to shreds for it?”

“Em,” Randall cautioned.

Rhysand crossed his muscular arms. “Are you calling me a monster, Ember Quinlan?”

“I’m saying give it a fucking rest,” Ember snapped. Behind her, she could have sworn Azriel choked. But she jerked her chin toward Nesta. “Lay off her.”

Rhysand held her stare. For a moment, an eternity. Stars seemed to flicker into existence in his eyes. Like the vastness of night lay within, sweet and terrible, beautiful and harrowing.

But Ember withstood it. She’d seen and faced true evil. Bore a mark on her cheek forever because of it.

Something seemed to soften in Rhysand’s stare—like he saw that. His gaze slid over to Randall. “With a wife and a daughter like yours, I don’t know how you’re still standing.”

Ember didn’t smile, though. Her gazed landed on Nesta. The Fae female wasn’t laughing, either. Her blue-gray eyes remained fixed on Ember. Swimming with emotion.

Surprise. Gratitude. Longing.

And it was that same mother’s instinct that had guided her last night that had Ember extending a hand toward Nesta and saying, “Come. Eat breakfast with me.”

Nesta took her hand, her fingers surprisingly cold. Like the flight up here hand chilled them. Ember gave them a squeeze. “Don’t let him push you around,” Ember advised the female.

“Don’t worry,” Nesta said, even if that bruised look lingered in her eyes. “My sister—Rhy’s mate—gave him that exact same lecture twenty minutes ago.”

Ember hissed, “So he brought you back up here to lecture you away from her?”

Nesta snorted. “No. Feyre put an end to the argument. I'm not going to be executed. Not today, at least.”

At Ember’s horrified expression, Nesta amended, “They wouldn’t kill me. I don’t think. But . . . it’s complicated. I doubt anyone will be forgiving me anytime soon.”

Ember nodded toward Cassian. “What about your mate?”

The pain in her eyes—the guilt—seemed to deepen. “Cassian’s the most furious with me of anyone.” A muscle ticked in her jaw. Like she was holding back a giant wave of raw emotion. Only a wall of steel kept it at bay.

Ember squeezed Nesta’s hand again. “If there’s anything I can do to help, anything you need me to say to take some of the blame away from you . . .”

Nesta gave her a half smile. “Handing Rhys his ass just now was good enough for me.” She steered Ember toward the breakfast laid out for them.

Ember glanced over a shoulder, to where Randall stood with Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian. All the males were now smiling, thank the gods. “Seems like Randall’s doing a good job of winning them over. Probably by telling them how difficult I make his life.”

Nesta snorted again. “Complaining about mates: it’s practically a competitive sport for them.”

Ember chuckled. “Seems like Midgard and this place have some things in common, then.” She angled her head, taking in the beautiful, ancient-looking city far below, the river wending through it, and what seemed to be the distant sparkle of the sea. “What is this place, anyway? And why are all of you so attractive?”

Nesta smirked, looping her arm through Ember’s before she said, warmth finally entering her tone, “Welcome to the Night Court, Ember. You’ll fit right in here.” I AM IN TEARS!!! EMBER SUPPORTING NESTA AS SHE SHOULD!!!!! RHYSAND AND CASSIAN BEING DICKS AS USUAL BUT EMBER QUINLAN IS OUR QUEEN! THE MOTHER NESTA DESERVES!!! HELL YEAH BABY FUCK THE INNER CIRCLE!!

#anti ic #pro nesta archeron #anti cassian #anti rhysand

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Katie McGrath as MORGANA PENDRAGON (Merlin 1.04 ▫️ The Poisoned Chalice)

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"Do you love me? I mean really love me? Because if you don't, I'll just have to kill you."

VANILLA SKY (2001) dir. Cameron Crowe

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Ladies and gentlemen, ✨her✨

Do NOT repost without credit!

IG: dimaalry

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EMMA D'ARCY as RHAENYRA TARGARYEN House of the Dragon | SEASON 2 Official Teaser

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My harry potter fancasts

Emma Watson as Hermione Granger

Harry Styles as Harry Potter

George Mackay as Ron Weasley

Otto Seppalainen as Draco Malfoy

Camille Razat as Fleur Delacour

Paul Mescal as Viktor Krum

Moritz Hau as Theo Nott

Florence Pugh as young Narcissa Malfoy

Malcom Mcrae as Sirius Black

#harry potter #hermione granger #ron weasley #draco malfoy #fleur delacour #viktor krum #narcissa malfoy #theo nott #sirius black #fancast harry potter #Harry styles

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quarantine

© Pierre Jahan

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ELIZABETH OLSEN as Candy Montgomery in LOVE & DEATH April 2023 - May 2023

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Aren't we all tired of reading how Nesta escapes the night court, marries Eris, and they live happily ever after?

Hotd au (almost)

Make this the start of a future war. Rhys is obviously preparing to conquer the entire kingdom and become King, Nesta knows this, and Eris probably suspects it. Years later, the political climate is tense and clearly divided, but there is not a single High Lord with enough power or willing to go against Rhysand in his inevitable rise to power. Eris is powerful, but he knows, Nesta, even though she is powerful, never reached her maximum, and only she would be capable. Nesta denies it, she has no desire to be Queen, she has children, and she has no desire to go to war again.

But again, the political climate is already set, whether she is the center of the war or not, Nesta is not an ally. And when one of Rhys and Feyre's children kills one of Eris And Nesta's children, she swears, she will make a crown for herself from the bones of Rhysand and his nephew.

#Which Courts do you think would support Queen Nesta? #I think Nesta would be even more ruthless than Rhaenyra when the time for revenge came. #spare Feyre? probably not... #nesta archeron #eris vanserra #neris #outonal vs night

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I love Jackie bc she represents the fear of trying, always trying and never being able to adapt when things get really hard or start to majorly change. Helplessly feeling yourself become useless, resented, a burden where you used to be a pillar. Giving up on yourself because everyone else is giving up on you. The idea of trying so hard to matter, to still matter, but in the end your absence from the story is the thing that really ends up mattering - the empty space you leave behind. Also she's hot and swagless

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Neris Week - Day 7 - Free Day

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Across all my fanon universes, Clare is Nesta's first love.

#oooh 🥹 #considering the canon in the end she was the only one #nesta archeron #clare beddor

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jackie taylor waiting out in the cold for shauna to come get her

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Nestha Archeron & Lucerys Velaryon

Nesta Archeron lives 120 years until she is killed in battle sacrificing herself for Gwen. She doesn't regret it for a moment, smiling disoriented and in acceptance with her face in the hands of a desperate and crying Gwen. “It's okay,” she says quietly.

She thinks that finally any god there is giving her rest. Finally. After a century of bitterness. Finally.

The gods are cruel, of course.

She awakens to find her late mother's face, healthy and very much alive.

She doesn't understand in her early years what happened, her anger blinds her to noticing the differences. She didn't go back in the past. Nesta Archeron has now become Nesta Beratheon in an entirely different and unknown universe.

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Years pass very quickly and incredibly monotonously. She follows the rules of the kingdom, of her parents, of her house in an automatic, very accustomed way. After all, she's lived a century under Rhys's tutelage, under Cassian's cage. She is not surprised to note how her sisters are exactly the same, Feyre from an early age so detached from reality and stubborn enough to face any illusion of injustice. Where even in her naivety Elain manages to deal with this new environment, too beautiful not to get a good marriage, too polite not to charm any good-born Lord, too obedient not to follow the teachings of the Septas religiously. But here, in this place, everything Feyre is becomes just a death sentence.

They don't get along, but Nesta isn't going to let ignorance be Feyre's downfall. She teaches Feyre all she can, she drags Feyre from training yards to Septas and Maesters. It's not just later, in a really really bad fight. Where Feyre screams her frustrations and insults at a very tired Nesta that they resolve themselves. Feyre is only 10 and Nesta is 13. Nesta pulls out a wooden sword and orders Feyre to fight. Feyre is confused but moves forward, being knocked down quickly, over and over again.

Nesta does not ask her to give up. She let her younger sister exhaust herself, she watched Feyre raise her sword in frustration and silent tears dozens of times. “Who taught you how to fight? You never set foot here if you weren't looking for me,” Feyre asks, finally in defeat.

Nesta can't say she's spent a lifetime with a sword in her hand. Even though I never wanted to hold one. She can't explain that this is the first time she's felt almost complete. “You must be prepared for every kind of battle, Feyre. This is the world of men. We are women, we don't just fight with swords. You understand?"

Feyre stares at her for a long time, jaw set and eyes much like her own, she nods in resignation. "I understand."

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Years later, when Nesta has 18 name days, she watches Feyre alongside Aemond Targaryen talk about an engagement, with a promise of allegiance to his brother Aegon's crown. She watches a young Lucerys Velaryon, 17 name days old, answer her father's question which of his daughters he will wed.

Lucerys stares at her for just a moment. "I would have Lady Nesta's hand, making her Lady Velaryon, our sons heirs to Driftmark and respected places at court, being the grandsons of rightful Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen."

She doesn't react, raising an eyebrow at him. She remembers meeting him only once, at Aegon and Helaena Targaryen's wedding. A quiet, polite and shy 13 year old boy. She remembers him very shyly reaching out to her after watching her for a long time. She didn't deny the prince any more than she had denied other lords all night, but it was the first time she'd smiled at an obviously decent dancing partner who hadn't carried on an unpleasant conversation. He was her height then, but she noticed how her eyes would only reach his chin now. Even his hair has grown out, it's out of her eyes and almost down to her shoulders. The combination of his mother and her father made him well, delicate features and valyrian of Rhaenyra but with a body that reminded her too much of Harwin Strong.

Her father pauses, in any universe too ambitious a man for his own good. She knows he's been moving in with Otto Hightower for years, a promise of marriage for Queen Alicent's second son. But what is a second son who will inherit nothing compared to another heir to the richest house in the kingdom? Bastard or not, Lucerys Velaryon holds the upper hand here and everyone in the hall can see it.

Aemond Targaryen as well. He threatens the prince and demands an eye. She notices how Feyre keeps silent and searches her eyes, her sister nods and she sighs under her father's screams so they don't spill blood in their house. She speaks for the first time, "I accept Prince Lucerys's proposal on the condition that the marriage be immediate."

The prince looks at her with an ironic smile. “We’ll get married now then.”

Aemond Targaryen leaves Storm's End with a promise to burn the castle down in the very near future. She believes him, but her younger sister's finally relaxed shoulders tell her everything she needs to know. Feyre has so far shown no interest in any marriage, unlike Elain who married a firstborn son of House Baelish at age 15.

She would later regret her decision to delay a wedding for her sister when Rhysand showed up. Now she will marry a prince in the middle of a war, after all who is Nesta without a war to fight?

#yes i picture Florence as Nesta because she has the rage in her eyes that is needed to play Nesta #I love Nesta but I love imagining her in complicated situations falling in love with someone decent #I'm team black but I know Nesta would love or hate Alicent a lot #I also imagine her being very important to Rhaenyra's council #lucerys velaryon #hotd #nesta archeron #pro nesta archeron