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intairnwetrust · 4 months

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The Inner Circle + Elain and Nesta

Art by @crisolcrowling on Instagram

#Excuse me #Excuse me!?#EXCUSE ME!?!?!#Okay for me Nesta and Elain also belong to the IC but the artist word it like that so i won't chance it #THIS IS ABSOLUTLY STUNNING #like are you kidding me #my jaw dropped #crisolcrowling is a fucking queen #I love her fanarts so much 😭#acotar art #rhysand #azriel shadowsinger #cassian #morrigan acotar #amren #feyre archeron #nesta archeron #elain archeron

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luckybugsdiary · 1 month

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In ACOTAR Feyres talks about how Nesta was doing her best, how Nesta loves more fiercely than even her. How Nesta was born and raised differently and handled everything differently Feyre herself did. How Nesta feels EVERYTHING for deeply and strongly than most people and uses walls and anger to protect herself from hurt. But people still act like Nesta is a heartless villain.

#nestagirly #pro nesta #nesta archeron #nesta is a queen #she feels everything #she loves her sisters and is terrible at showing her emotions #dont say a word against my queen

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the-darkestminds · 29 days

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Nesta: *spends a shit ton of Rhysand’s money on booze and gambling, verbally abuses Feyre and Cassian, makes Elain cry*

Me:

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c-e-d-dreamer · 5 months

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Valkyrie. Lady Death. Mother-blessed. 💙

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Absolutely obsessed with this character portrait that @mossytrashcan did for me! I mean look at it; look how beautiful Nesta and this art is 😍

#I genuinely can't stop staring at it #a queen and my wife #also the Nessians voted and decided Nesta is a Taurus #nesta archeron #nesta #acotar #acosf #nesta fanart #archeron sisters

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dread3r · 3 months

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"did sjm forget that nesta gave all her powers away?"

please read with your glasses on bobbie

#hofas #hofas spoilers #acotar #nessian #nesta #cassian #azriel #hosab #nesta x cassian #nesta archeron #also with that little power remaining and she's THAT POWERFUL #i mean nesta archeron the high queen???#my queen as always

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jmoonjones · 1 year

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Lady Death for @nestaarcheronweek 💀

Kneel before her!

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northern-polaris · 9 months

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I find it funny that cassian had the audacity to tell Nesta that everyone hated her when she isn’t the one who got banned from an ENTIRE COURT.

#just ranting #my Queen deserved better #anyways fuck cassian all the homies hate cassian #anti cassian #pro nesta

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duskandcobalt · 5 months

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Strawberry Kisses

While searching the River House for her sisters, Nesta accidentally stumbles upon Elain sharing an intimate moment in the garden with a certain Spymaster.

Please note, that while this is technically a bonus chapter to my series, Echoes in the Hallway, it can be read as a stand alone one-shot xx

No warnings, pure fluff. 1.4k words.

ENJOY XX

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The skirts of Nesta’s pale blue gown, one of many gifted to her from Rhysand, fluttered around her ankles as she traipsed through the bright hallways of the River House, poking her head in and out of various rooms in search of her sisters and nephew. They hadn’t been in either of the libraries, the nursery was empty. Even the kitchen, usually the epicenter of bustling activity, had been suspiciously quiet when she’d breezed past it earlier before making her way upstairs.

Cassian was away on a business trip with Rhysand for the past few days and Nesta had been left to her own devices for just a little too long. She’d done fine on her own for the first day and a half but she’d slowly been losing her mind without her mate’s company ever since, even if she loathed to admit it. It’s why she’d practically begged Azriel to drop her off in town this morning, hoping that the promise of bookstores, patisseries, and maybe even a leisurely stroll along the glittering Sidra would be enough to ease her gloomy mood.

It worked for a couple hours but even then she had still felt the need to seek the company of her sisters. Something that had once been rare, but had slowly become a recurring urge ever since she’d found some semblance of inner peace.

Nesta huffed, cursing under her breath as she bounded down the stairs and back into the kitchen to take another peek around. She spotted a covered dish sitting to the left of the kitchen window. She lifted the plate off the top to find a tempting lemon tart, two small slices already missing. Abandoning the search for her siblings, Nesta took a fork from the cupboard and plated herself a slice, humming happily at the delicious tang of the lemon curd that she guessed Elain had made either this morning or the night before. She was halfway through her third bite when a bit of movement outside of the kitchen window caught her eye.

Nesta had always thought that Elain looked like Spring, like the very essence of life, itself - but never more so than when she was in her garden, surrounded by various plants and flowers. She wore a plain linen dress, the butter yellow fabric pooled around her, reflecting the sunshine in a way that set her face and bare arms aglow. Her long hair was unbound, the length of it falling in soft waves down her back. Elain had tied a sage coloured scarf around the crown of her head to keep the golden strands from getting into her eyes as she knelt in front of a flourishing patch of berries, one that she’d been lovingly tending to ever since the weather had started to warm a couple months ago.

Nesta was just about to turn to make her way outside to say hello to her sister as well as enquire about the whereabouts of Feyre and Nyx but she stopped, eyebrows furrowing, when she realised that Elain wasn’t out in the garden by herself.

Azriel came into view, his tall frame clad in the same black leathers he’d been wearing this morning when he’d dropped off Nesta in town. He’d told her he was headed Under the Mountain for the day yet here he was - more relaxed than she’d ever seen him - those enormous wings of his were flared out wide, the sunlight beautifully filtering through the delicate membrane as he approached Elain with a dozing Nyx cradled carefully against his chest.

Nesta watched, lips parted in disbelief, as he knelt down next to her sister. The Shadowsinger, usually so reserved and sullen, had a soft smile on his lips. His shadows were nowhere to be seen and there was a certain look in his eyes as he spoke to Elain that Nesta recognised but couldn’t quite comprehend.

She couldn’t hear the words they exchanged due to the wards Rhys had placed on every inch of this house but the manner in which Azriel conversed so freely and the carefree way Elain laughed in response to whatever he had said, was enough to pique her interest.

She continued to stand frozen in place, afraid the slightest movement would alert them to her presence, as Elain picked out a strawberry from the wicker basket she’d been collecting them in. She quickly wiped the berry off on her skirt, ensuring any lingering dirt fell away before she lifted the fruit to her lips. Nesta’s attention shifted to Azriel’s face as Elain bit into the bright red strawberry. The expression she found there should’ve been enough to make her look away but she couldn’t bring herself to do so.

Instead, her eyes stayed glued to the scene in front of her. Her gaze followed Elain’s hand as she reached out and extended that same strawberry to Azriel. She watched as he wrapped his lips around the fruit, directly over where Elain’s own lips had just been. His hazel eyes remained on Elain’s face through it all. Elain raised up on her knees when Azriel pulled back, watching the movement of his throat as he swallowed. She inched closer to him, one small hand landing on his shoulder for balance while the other came to rest on his chest.

Nesta’s breath caught in her chest when Elain, with no hesitation whatsoever, gently pressed her lips to Azriel’s.

The kiss they shared was chaste, as if they were being mindful of the babe between their bodies. Still, Nesta found herself blushing at the intimacy of it. The way their lips brushed together in a series of pretty, innocent kisses. The sweet way Elain held his face, her thumb stroking along his strong jaw. The firm grasp of Azriel’s free hand low on the swell of her hip, the linen of her dress scrunched up under his long fingers.

There was an ease, a natural familiarity between them that made it clear that this wasn’t anything new. It was immediately evident to Nesta, just from this singular moment, that this kiss wasn’t the first that they’d exchanged. It wasn’t even one of the first few. She’d go as far as to say that they’d done far more than simply kiss, if the comfort with which they touched each other was anything to go by.

She’d picked up on some form of tension between them once. Last Solstice. She and Elain had passed by Azriel and they’d exchanged a certain look that made Nesta think that perhaps there was something between them. She’d let it go, had convinced herself that she’d imagined it because the two of them had seemingly stopped spending any sort of time together after that night.

But now, seeing them here - together - it was clear that Nesta hadn’t imagined the yearning and desire in those shared glances. She felt a little thrill of self satisfaction zip up the length of her spine at the knowledge that she’d been right all along.

She continued to shamelessly watch until Elain finally pulled away from him, a coy smile on her lips and a pretty blush on her cheeks that matched the Shadowsinger’s own pleased expression. Elain bent down to peer at Nyx - still asleep against Azriel’s chest, completely oblivious to the secret relationship that his Aunt and Uncle were cultivating that only he had witnessed.

Until now.

Nesta finally turned away from the window, unable to keep the smile from her face as she quickly and quietly made her way out of the house, miraculously undetected by the two lovers.

She couldn’t stop thinking about it - about how much sense it made. How much sense they made. Azriel, who she was well aware believed he wasn’t deserving of love, and Elain, who loved so easily that it was like second nature to her. They were two sides of the same coin - sun and moon, day and night - perfectly balanced, the perfect complement to each other.

Nesta knew why they’d kept this quiet, why those secret looks had transpired into this secret relationship. Elain’s situation would certainly complicate things even if Nesta firmly believed her sister shouldn’t have to comply with some predetermined destiny that she seemingly wanted no part of.

Regardless, Nesta would keep this to herself until they chose to come forward, if they ever chose to come forward. She wouldn’t mention it to anyone. Not to Feyre. Not to Azriel or Elain. Not even to Cassian. Much like what she’d seen on Solstice, she knew that this was their secret to tell. Never hers.

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Thank you for reading! If you're interested, you can find the rest of my writing in my masterlist xx

#elriel #elriel fic #elriel fanfiction #listen ive had inexplicable crippling anxiety about posting anything ive written for the past three weeks #so as queen taylor would say #this is me trying #elain x azriel #azriel x elain #nesta archeron #nesta pov #acotar #elriel fluff #my writing #fic rec #ao3 fanfic

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lorcandidlucienwill · 6 months

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Nesta fell to one knee and bowed her head. “I am sorry.”

No. No. No. No. NO. IDGAF IF SHE'S WRONG (she's not). NESTA MFING ARCHERON, THE WOMAN WHO MADE HELION'S FEET SHIFT, WHO MADE ALL THE HIGH LORDS LISTEN TO HER WHEN SHE WAS JUST MADE, WHO HAD THE KING OF HYBERN QUAVERING WITH ONE FINGER, WHO HAD ALL THREE BAT BOYS AND ERIS ON THEIR KNEES, WHO HAD THE LITERAL DEVIL LANTHYS PROPOSING TO HER, WILL NOT KNEEL TO BITCH ASS POWERLESS AMREN. OK? THIS SHIT NEVER HAPPENED. YOU CAN GO SUCK A CACTUS AMREN.