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[ae-neon]

Nesta Archeron in the Autumn Court

Other Neris Autumn Court stuff: (X)

[Non-political Neris because if I get into it, this will be 28 pages long]

She arrives in Autumn one month before the Hunt.

During her official introduction at court she wears a deep green dress, mermaid cut, the ends of the sleeves and tail made to resemble peacock feathers. It's the loudest thing she's ever worn so she opts out of jewellery.

She's almost horrified to find the dress barely stands out in the sea of outlandish fashion of the Autumn Court

Eris worries he'll have to spend most of his time babysitting an obnoxious Night Court brat but he finds Nesta surprisingly quiet aside from her sarcasm and wit.

He feels his power draw to the surface the first time they dance together, held hostage by that blue grey gaze.

She plays the aristocrat well enough that most things only take a few lessons and he ends up working while she buries herself in a book.

Nesta slowly adopting an Autumn sense of fashion but still holding back on the busier patterns and jewellery

There are things about Autumn so familiar to Nesta they feel like memories and things so strange they feel like dreams

Nesta wearing black pants and white shirts with fancy sleeves and ruffles

Nesta learning fire dancing and Autumn Court dueling

Eris being insanely stylish

Eris making sure his tailor and shoemaker include little couple details in their wardrobes to stir rumours

Nesta in embroidered coats, riding pants and knee high brown leather boots

Nesta pretending she can't be arsed to get into Fae history but becoming fixated on certain eras and people

The Lady of Autumn gives Nesta a fan made to look like a peacock's tail in remembrance of Nesta's first proper attendance at court.

It's subtle but Nesta can feel her magic rise closer to the surface in Autumn, the way the flames around her seem to burn brighter and the wind whispers as it flows through the sea of trees.

There are ruins in the woods near the Forest House that Eris tells her were once a part of the sprawling construct. The stairs circle into nothing above but lead down into a dark flooded tunnel below.

Nesta is almost sure she sees a ripple and hears something whisper her name as she stares down into the blue black water.

Nesta's favourite lessons become the fire dancing. The art lies somewhere between the classic steps she'd learned as a child and some sort of martial arts, flames all the while painting vivid pictures.

She hates to admit how beautiful Eris looks as he performs the movements.

Nesta asking Eris about certain details on the people and places she's reading about. Him answering earnestly and in full, sometimes they go on and on for hours - lost in quiet conversation

Sometimes, walking through the woods, Nesta sees figures moving between the trees, feels a chill run up her spine when she's sure something brushes past her

She dreams too, strange dreams about running through the woods with blood in her mouth, on her hands. Sometimes Eris is there, red hair glinting in the corner of her eye

The closer they get to the Hunt, the more she sees, feels and hears. The more restless the thing inside her becomes

Eris seems to sense it too, he grows quiet around her, watching and waiting

Other things watch and wait too; owls and foxes, wild horses and stray cats. She isn't sure if these things are happening in her dreams or not.

One day they walk out deeper into the woods than she's ever been. Eris quietly beside her all the while. Too quiet. So quiet she isn't sure he's there when she doesn't look.

It's two nights until the Hunt and she still isn't sure what that means or why it feels important.

She turns to see Eris, amber eyes watching her, leaning against a bone white tree. He's beautiful and terrifying, like her.

Nesta wonders if it's just another dream. She's sure she can hear his heartbeat. As loud as a drum.

She knows it in her bones before it happens, that she is the Hunter.

That Autumn, and Eris, had been waiting for her. That she would kill Beron and that the magic inside him would find its way into her.

Well, that took a turn.

I didn't plan this out and I actually have like 4 other Neris drafts but oh well. Also, this is definitely more Nesta than Eris but maybe I'll do another when I'm in a better headspace.

[ataraxiaaaaaaa]

I imagine this nails on Nesta on her like witch-bitch form with a cigarette or something.

LIKE HELLO?????

[wolfnesta]

Nesta blinked, head angling, more feline than Fae.

Nesta’s eyes gleamed like a cat's in the dimness. "Just the shadows."

Hair drifting on a phantom breeze, Nesta glowed with silver fire. Still wearing her mask.

—turned her head toward him with a smooth motion that Bryce had only seen from possessed dolls in horror movies.

[nightcourtlady17]

Fucking love Nesta

[achaotichuman]

Imagine Rhysand forcing Nyx to go to training but he manages to negotiate his way into training with the Valkyries. He hates it, but at least his aunties are with him, so it's less horrible.

But then, at some point, Cassian and Azriel have to step out, it's only Gwyn, Nesta and Emeries there, so they go out to do whatever. And Nyx is left with the orders from Cassian to just finish up his exercises and he can go home.

But Nesta also left her little music egg thing behind and Nyx is like

"Well, no one's here to tell me what to do soooo-"

Anyway, Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie come back, and as they're chatting and laughing, Gwyn just suddenly slaps a hand over Emerie and Nesta's mouth as she's staring jaw-slack at the training ring. And they all look down just to see Nyx absolutely busting his ass dancing and singing, and just having the absolute time of his life.

Long story short, most afternoons became dancing lessons with Auntie Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie instead of training with Cassian and Azriel to Rhysand's growing disappointment.

[ae-neon]

The black cat being a literal panther

All I want is for Nesta to fully embrace being a witch and for her to have a black cat as a familiar.

[jmoonjones]

Nesta Week: Metamorphosis

My original idea of her clawing out of a cocoon as a beautiful butterfly was beyond my abilities as an artist. I tried. It looked deranged. Maybe next year!

So instead I decided to show that as Nesta evolves, part of her growth comes from reconciling the past and accepting the different facets of herself.

Friend. Lady. Home owner. Sister. Book lover. Shit stirrer. Music appreciator. Dancer. Curmudgeon. Future Pegasus rider. Valkyrie. High lady of the dusk court. Queen of queens. Mate. Witch. Auntie. Dread trove wielder. Illyrian (according to Rhys). Chocolate cake fan. Survivor.

@nestaarcheronweek 🩵

[blurbfics]

There'd Better Be a Mirrorball | Azriel x OFC Masterlist

Summary: After living inside the library's relatively safe walls for over half a century, Eowyn, a (kind-of) priestess decides that perhaps Nesta Archeron's sign-up sheet for training is just what she needs to get herself out of her slump.

Warnings/Tags: slow-burn, eventual smut, fluff, swearing, violence, gay content, banter, character development, end game OFC!Eowyn x Azriel, bi!Eowyn x Mor (alluded past relationship), dark past (she is at the library for a reason), scarred face, face coverings/veils, jealousy, no Elain hate, no Gwyn hate, Gwyn crushing on Azriel, reference to Azriel bonus chapter,

Minors, do not interact.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

[cassianandfenrysaremyboyos]

Not Ember asking if Nesta is a Prince of Hel sdgjkkgfjklkj lmao

[rainingriversofyou]

Manon Blackbeak x Nesta Archeron ⚔️

Artist: ssahhartt

[sad-scarred-sassy]

Light me up

A Neris two-part story. @nerisweek Free Day

Summary: Nesta Archeron is given as a living sacrifice to the dragon of Velaris. The only problem is he doesn’t want anything to do with it.

Inspired by a prompt made by @writing-prompt-s on tumblr.

Notes: Happy Neris week! I wanted to make a little Neris one shot to celebrate so here it is! This is a low stakes, silly little fic about a dragon and a lost girl finding solace and understanding in one another. I hope you enjoy!

Read on AO3 or keep reading below the cut.

In the mountain hill of Velaris, hidden in the shadows of an abysmal cave, lay a centuries old fire breathing dragon. He had resplendent scales of crimson and wings so big you could hear its beating from miles away. The few who had seen him and had stared at their terrified reflection through his amber eyes had proclaimed he was the biggest, most ferocious beast they had ever seen. The village feared him, venerated him, for very few knew where he came from and why, but they understood that his appeasement came at a price, and for years they earned the dragon’s graces with presents and sacrifices. That was until one fateful day when the centuries of peace came to an end, when the village decided to send the dragon of Velaris a human woman to burn.

Eris woke up that morning already with a migraine.

He stretched his great wings with a big, monstrous yawn that echoed through the whole cave. The soft light of dawn filtered through the open ceiling of the ancient place, the one he had inhabited for at least one hundred years now, a hollow mountain in the outskirts of a small town, as far away from his old home as he could have possibly gone.

Today marked the anniversary of that fateful day he had landed there, when the villagers had freaked out and had offered him goods in exchange of their lives, even though Eris had no intention of killing any of them, but in his monstrous form, he understood the fear.

He had welcomed the village’s offerings year by year– coffers of gold and rubies (when the economy allowed it), carts filled with fish or harvested goods, chickens, livestock (he had no use for) and even sculptures of his likeness. He still had those stacked somewhere, the big mighty dragon of the hill carved in stone and marble, the copper statue of the feared monster of Velaris.

He liked the arrangement, for a century he lived alone, ate alone, slept alone and knew peace. The villagers would only come once a year, leave the offering and then retreat back to their lives. Eris didn’t care for more.

Today wouldn’t be any different. He waited, with his enormous crimson wings tucked in, for the drums to start, and soon enough they did. He listened to the vibrating beat of their drums as the humans made their way to his lair. The villagers surely liked their shows, always making a big fuss about things. Couldn’t they just leave the damn thing and let him continue with his uneventful existence? His migraine was getting worse.

They were a bit more enthusiastic this time, he pondered with annoyance, as he heard soft chantings coming from the multitude. He rolled his big amber eyes at them as he heard them come.

“Purify us!” He could suddenly make out. “Sacrifice the sinner!”

“Burn the witch!” They chanted. “The Dragon will burn the witch!”

They continued on as Eris simply listened in slight curiosity. Surely it wasn’t what he thought it was. No, it couldn’t be.

He heard the humans opening the cave entrance, rolling the big slab of stone as they continued the chanting and drumming. When they opened it the yells reverberated through the whole cave, he swore sometimes he did regret not just killing them.

From his hiding place he could make out the silhouettes in the opening, the humans were energetic as they brought the offering, and he could suddenly make out a slender form being dragged from the crowd and pushed inside the cave.

“Oof” He heard a soft voice say.

“Burn the witch!” The villagers chanted.

Before Eris could even move his large body the humans had retreated and pushed the entrance closed again, leaving the creature inside his cave.

“Fuck” He heard the voice say again. It was indeed a woman. Eris watched her in utter shock and irritation.

What in the godly realms was this?

Nesta Archeron had seen better days. Well, not in a long time, if being practically homeless and so rotting poor she had to resort to hooking up with men for money counted as better days. It probably did, since now she was lying on the floor of a cold, moist cave, where an ancient dragon lived, and she was to be his next meal.

She couldn’t even say she was surprised by the turn of events. She knew that town had always hated her guts, and were always looking for an excuse to send her to rot. She didn’t think that hooking up with men from town would be the thing that’d do it, though.

Her sisters had warned her, damn them they had, they had kissed her cheek and told her to try and be nice, be likeable. Nesta’s situation wasn’t as bad as it now was when they had wed and left town, she had a house and a job, a quiet but peaceful life, even if she hadn’t had many friends.

But then she had gone and fallen in love with that Knight that everyone loved, and suddenly they all really hated her.

How could she be with someone like him? A mere peasant woman courting the Lord of Velaris’ favorite Knight. And when the pressure to be someone she wasn’t had become too much for her and she couldn’t continue it, he had turned on her like she was spoiled goods, and damn her but she wouldn’t be the one to apologize, even if by being on his bad side had utterly ruined her reputation.

At first when the villagers started spreading rumors of breaking Sir Cassian’s heart by supposedly cheating on him she didn’t care. She kept on with her sad stupid life, but the rumors worsened. Suddenly she was a witch who had charmed him in an effort to secure power for herself. It got so bad she eventually lost her job for it. It was all a downhill from there.

The struggles, the long days and nights with no food because everyone refused to even serve her, her only chance at survival being the hungry men she met at slum taverns.

She was a pariah and soon enough when the annual offering to the dragon of Velaris came to be, and they realized the economy was so bad that by taking the witch of the slums to be eaten as a sacrifice to the beast would be like killing two birds with one stone, they had jumped to the opportunity.

Nesta rubbed her eyes as she assessed the place. It was dark except for the soft light coming from the open ceiling, vines were hanging from above and crows were croaking somewhere in the dark. Other than that it was quiet, so quiet and so still. Nesta shivered, tucking the old wool around her body.

When they grabbed her from the warm bed of one of her lovers they only allowed her the dignity to wear an old worn cloak someone had thrown at her and then they were already pushing her.

She had seen Cassian looking at her when they took her, and he had done nothing to save her. Just like he had done nothing when the rumors got worse, when they called her a whore and a witch and she had to beg people to sell her food. He just looked at her and then dropped his gaze in disappointment.

Nesta couldn’t believe it. She really did it this time. She had tried so hard to fit in, had done everything she could and it still hadn’t been enough. She was still despicable Nesta, she was still useless and unlovable.

She couldn’t help the tears now forming on her eyes and she let them fall for the first time in a long time. She was going to die anyway and no one would see her cry. She just wished the dragon would finish the job already so she could finally get some peace.

As if on cue, she heard a rumbling, heavy scraping on the rocky floor reverberating through the whole cave, and then there he was, huge amber eyes looking at her through slit pupils like a cat’s. Nesta’s whole body shook as she saw the horns as big as her whole body, the teeth, the gleaming blood-red scaled body and the huge mighty wings tucked behind his back.

With a voice she could only describe as demonic, he said: “You have five seconds to run, human”

Humans were very stupid apparently.

Eris stood there in front of the thin woman in all his mighty beastly form and instead of running, or screaming, or even begging for mercy, eyes the color of a stormy sky met his with unfaltering determination.

Had she not understood him? He knew his voice was rusty for lack of use but he still got the message out. Maybe she was a foreigner.

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Do you not hear me human? Run!” He roared, the sound making the whole cave shake. The only thing that moved was her long hair from the force of his breath, he noticed.

Then, she finally fisted her hands as he noticed the tears streaming from her eyes, and the woman stood up.

“I can hear you, dragon. I’m here to be eaten by you as a lame excuse of offering from the humans, so please grant me the honor and light me up on fire or maybe even rip my head off my shoulders, I don’t care. Just do it!”

Eris’ head was pounding now. He really wished he would have just killed those humans all those years ago.

Eris simply huffed an exasperated breath as he stared her down. Her feeble form was covered in a simple grey cloak that was obviously not hers, her long light brown hair was messy and cascading down her back and those flame-like eyes were still digging into his. He hadn’t been this close to a woman in so many years, it felt utterly strange.

“I have no use for human women, especially witches, as they called you” He bluffed. He wanted this day to be over already.

“Then just kill me and be done with it” She insisted. Eris narrowed his eyes at her boldness.

“What is this insistence on getting killed, do you really want to die, woman? The crows would be the ones to eat your body as I have no taste for it”

“I already told you what I want” She affirmed.

“I have no intention of killing you, but I will if you don’t stop messing with my morning” Eris turned to retreat further into the cave. “Go back to your village, human, tell them I do not want you”

As he moved he heard a soft bitter laugh that made him pause.

“Not even the fucking dragon wants me for anything” She said to herself. “Please just spare me having to crawl back to that place and be burned at the stake with those idiots watching me like I’m a show. Just kill me” She said, and Eris watched as she dropped her head.

He could not believe what was happening.

“Don’t be dramatic, just tell them I am content with last year’s offering, and won’t require anything else, I’m sure you’ll be fine. Now, don’t let me lose my temper, go” With his snout he pointed at a small opening on the cave.

“I can’t go back”

“Go, I said”

“Please-“

“GO!” He roared again, and this time he watched as the woman hugged her arms around her body, as silent tears dragged dirt from her face and she pressed her lips together, her eyes shocked and wide. Monster, he was a monster, he reminded himself, he shouldn’t feel any remorse.

He turned to go deeper into the cave then, and a few moments later he finally heard her leave.

Eris lay on the ground, determined to have a good two day long nap and forget all about that incident. But the crows were too loud, and the dripping of water from stalagmites too bothersome, the grey from the sky too poignant. An hour, two hours, five had passed and still he could not find peace.

Was the woman in earnest when she said they would burn her at the stake? Eris tried to ignore the nauseating feeling that thought evoked in him, he snuggled into his wing, it was none of his business. If she died or lived, it was none of his business.

Then make it your business . A soft voice in the back of his mind said.

No, I am at peace here, no one bothers me, no one tries to murder me, it is not my business!

Eris affirmed his thought, the woman dying should not bother him, she was a stranger to him, a witch according to the villagers, she probably deserved what she had coming anyway.

Did you? The voice sounded inside his head again. The images of torches following him to his house in the night appeared in his mind, the shouts calling him a freak, his mother’s screams. No .

With a groan Eris, the mighty dragon of Velaris, stood up from his comfortable chosen napping area and with a few flaps of his colossal wingspan, flew out of his lair for the first time in one hundred years.

Nesta wasn’t surprised as much as she wanted to be. She wanted to be surprised that the moment she stepped out of that cave, four men snatched her and when she tried to explain had immediately told her she would be burned at the stake for cowardice as well as practicing of witchcraft. She had simply rolled her eyes.

They had tied her up and had placed her in the middle of the town’s park to be burned just like she predicted, as a show.

So now there she was, hands and legs tied around a big pole right atop an array of logs and dried hay. Her bare feel ached, her hands were numb. The town began to gather around her, dozens upon dozens of eyes staring at her pathetic self. She just wanted it to be over.

“Nesta Archeron” Said the executioner over the loud drums of the crowd, she didn’t even look at him as she placed Cassian’s eyes looking at her from the far edge of the crowd, his significant height making him unmistakable. “You are to be burned at the stake in the name of God, for the crimes of cowardice and witchcraft…” Nesta stopped listening, the dizzying drums continuing, the world blurring as she finally accepted her fate, to be burned slowly, painfully, in front of all these people, in front of the one she once thought loved her. She wanted to vomit. She wished the dragon had granted her the mercy.

Somehow she realized the executioner had grabbed a torch and was now approaching the pyre at the base of her feet, she focused on the dancing flames on the torch, how they moved freely, just like she did when she danced, unaware that their dancing would kill her, painfully, slowly.

The executioner stood right in front of her pyre and she closed her eyes, one silent tear falling down her cheek. She waited for the heat to come, for the fire to roar and consume her, but it never came.

Instead she heard a boom on the ground, and a loud, ferocious roar coming from behind her.

She saw the executioner’s face drain of color entirely as he dropped the torch at his feet and looked like he may die of fear staring at something behind her. The dragon.

The whole crowd scrambled to get out, people pushing each other to get away from the sheer fury of the beast still roaring at them like some type of demon that had materialized.

Nesta was absolutely petrified as she saw him walk past her, still tied to the pole, while he paced, each step reverberating through her body, scaring the shit out of the whole village.

Then, she saw his enormous head turn towards her, monstrous body turning to her and she finally thought she would die. At least, she conceded, it would be by a dragon’s fire.

But when he opened his magnificent jaw, the fire did not come, she felt him move towards her slowly, hooking one of his sharp teeth to the ropes on her hands and freeing her. Nesta gaped at him.

“Wh-what?” She could not understand.

“Free yourself” The dragon spoke. Nesta didn’t think twice as she removed the remaining ropes from her feet and torso, then just as she wobbly stepped out, she felt a tug from her waist, and suddenly the ground was no longer beneath her, in fact it was getting smaller, and the whole village fell from her as she realized the dragon had taken hold of her and they were now flying.

Nesta screamed.

“Could you not? That is awful for my headache” The dragon grumbled, confusing her out of her fear.

Nesta focused all of her attention on her breathing as she tried not to scream with every look down, with every sinking feeling in her stomach. When they finally landed inside of the cave again, she was so stiff in the dragon’s claw that she had to take a moment to stand, and even then her knees were still trembling.

When everything came back to her, she fell to her knees and sobbed.

“Lady” She heard the beast say. Nesta only cried harder. “Lady could you please stop crying?”

“You-you saved me” She sobbed in shock and disbelief. Her heart was going to beat out of her chest.

“One could say that” She heard him say. “Now please stop crying, I could take you somewhere else, where do you wish to be?”

“I don’t have anywhere to be” She continued crying, now looking up at the dragon’s enormous face, she couldn’t believe she was having this conversation with a beast and that she would have been dead if it wasn’t for him. It was fitting, she thought, as she felt just as much a monster as he looked. “My sisters they’re“ She began but couldn’t stop the freaking sobs. “They’re better off without me” She felt the tears streaming down her face. “I don’t have anywhere, I am a monster, just leave me here to rot in this cave. You’ve done enough”

Nesta curled into herself, trying to warm her body out of the shaking sensation of her sobs.

There was a long pause and then she heard a loud burning sound, like a flame consuming paper, and when she looked up she didn’t find a dragon’s eyes looking at her, but a man’s.

Nesta pushed herself and landed on her ass when she saw the tall, naked man with flaming red hair staring her down. She noticed his amber eyes first, his nakedness second, and his horns and claws third. He moved slowly towards one corner of the cave to retrieve a cloak she hadn’t seen before, covering his magnificently muscular body from her sight. His hands and feet were reddish even though it looked like normal skin, his face was gorgeous and angular, his black horns cutting through the strands of crimson hair that cascaded down his body all the way to his hips. When he turned to her, she realized she had been staring, absolutely agape.

“I don’t appreciate being stared at, but at least I got my point across” He said, his voice like silk coursing through her body. “You say you’re a monster, well, then there’s two of us”

“You’re the dragon, the dragon is a man ?” She spoke mainly to herself.

“I’m Eris, and yes I’m a dragon” He walked casually towards her and held his broad, clawed hand for her to take. She hesitated before she placed her palm inside of his warm hold and he pulled her up. The force almost made her crush onto his strong front, but she steadied herself with a gasp.

“I-“ She was still looking at him absolutely dumbfounded, scared, but mainly enthralled by this new discovery. “I thought you were just-“

“A beast? You wound me, didn’t you see the horns? Of course I’m a beast still” He said somehow a bit self-deprecatingly. “Now, lady, stop wasting my time, what is your name?”

“Nesta” She could not stop staring at his sharp, beautiful face. “Nesta Archeron”

“Well, Nesta. I don’t see any horns or claws on you, so I wonder why you think you’re a monster” He smiled slightly, sharp canines greeting her as he did so. She noticed an array of freckles on his nose.

“I-“ she pondered. “You have freckles”

That took him by surprise. “What of it?”

“Well, I’ve never seen a monster with freckles”

“This must be your lucky day” He turned around and left her standing there. “You said you wanted me to leave you here to rot, but I wouldn’t appreciate the smell of all that, so why don’t I offer you an alternative?” He said as he walked further down the darkness of the cave.

She followed him hesitantly.

“What alternative?”

“Well, I take you as a prisoner, what do you think?”

“Are you asking me to be a willing prisoner?” She asked as she saw him light up a long corridor with just a flick of his wrist. Magic, he also had magic.

“Mmhm” He said as he continued on. “Be my prisoner and live here, do whatever you want but stay out of my business and I would too, you’d be free to leave whenever you liked though, as long as you don’t tell anyone about it”

“About what?”

He stopped, dropped a small sigh as if resigning himself to whatever he was about to say and then straightened.

“This” He said, moving to let her see the small passage, she looked beyond the gap and found an enormous cave alight with flames and a huge tree with glowing orange leaves in the middle.

She gasped at the view.

“Exactly” He said. “I found this place centuries ago, and decided to have it all to myself” He crossed his arms and admired it. “The only way you are leaving this place alive is if you vow to never speak of it” He said in a seemingly threatening way, but Nesta wasn’t scared anymore, she was in awe.

“I can’t believe you’re asking me to marry you” She said not looking at him.

“What? No I’m not” He said. “I’m saying you’ll be my prisoner”

“Willing prisoner that will take a vow and can leave whenever she pleases, sounds like marriage to me” She said and found his shocked expression almost funny.

“Not marriage. Imprisonment. Gosh, humans are so strange” He corrected, rubbing his temples with his hands. She remembered he had mentioned a headache.

She stepped towards the dragon-man slowly, then placed her middle finger onto his temple making him jump and flinch away slightly.

“What are you-“

“Stay still, you said you had a headache?” She said, feeling out the cold flame power surging from inside of her.

“Yes… why-“

She let her cooling power seep through her fingers, letting its essence cool his temple. He let out a sigh of relief.

“What are you doing? How?” He frowned, voice breathy, clearly relieved of the pain.

“They weren’t completely lying when they said I’m a witch, in a way I am. I’m just… repaying you for saving my life today” She said, dropping her hand as Eris stared at her dumbfounded.

“Don’t mention it” He mumbled, seemingly unsure of how to proceed. She felt almost as lost as he looked, still confused and shocked by everything that had happened in such a short amount of time.

“Why did you?” She felt the need to ask.

“What?”

“Save me”

“You’re being dramatic”

“I almost died” She added with a frown.

He sighed. “Well, I simply would have liked if someone had done that for me. Is that enough of an answer for you, lady?” He rolled his eyes and she narrowed hers.

“You can just call me Nesta” She said, crossing her hands over her chest. “If I’m to be your wife”

“Prisoner”

“Sure”

He sighed again. “Follow me” He said, and Nesta did.

[seleneprince]

Low-key thinking about writing an au where Nesta ends up in the Court of Nightmares as a "punishment" by either Morrigan or Rhysand himself. They believe the experience would break her enough to make her compliant and finally learn her lesson.

But it doesn't quite turn out the way they expected

The Court of Nightmares breaks Nesta, and then puts her back together. Against all odds, she manages to turn the situation in her favour, by actually healing and experiencing some growth. Living in the Hewn City is an eye opener to her, showing her the dark side of the Night Court the IC are so adamant in ignoring. She makes unlikely friends, who all act indirectly as pillars of Nesta's journey to character development. Each of them represent a particular phase she has to pass

A blind assassin that was thrown there for certain crimes, exiled from his home until he repents. A male with a dark, tormented past that he carries with a playful attitude and wicked smile. He becomes Nesta's first friend in Hewn City, saving her from a fate worse than death shortly after her arrival.

A mysterious Illyrian lady with a moon tattoed on her forehead and the rest of her body covered in more tattoos usually wore only by Illyrian warriors. She owns and leads an illegal bussiness to sell all kind of dark magical services. Most of her employers are Illyrian females that ran to the Court of Nightmares to avoid the clipping tradition. She's also a witch, and very interested in Nesta's future.

An excentric half-Fae female who's best friends with the assassin and works as an spy. Her appareance is different than the average courtier, which hints that she's not really from the Night Court. She seems crazy and entirely unpredictable, usually at the centre of any chaotic situation that occurs, but she's much more than what she lets on. Her true origins are an essential twist for the plot

What was meant to be Nesta's punishment ends up with her accidentally setting in motion a revolution against the Night Court government.

[notawheelwalker]

Are we going to talk about how often scenting arousal comes up in dark romance? Boy howdy it is pretty interesting that often the female lead will be actively rejecting the male interest or giving off a lot of “I’m not interested, no” signals but authors will use this trope to override/plot device their way out of what would otherwise be a non-con situation.

At best, it’s typically a “baby it’s cold outside” interpretation. The author doesn’t want the character to outright say, “please fuck me/I’m attracted to you”, because it likely goes against the characterization of them so far. A way for the romantic interest to just know he’s desired and he can pursue without the lead having to ~say~ it. (Edit: not a dark romance, but Diana and Matthew from A Discovery of Witches comes to mind as an example of this. She spends the first few chapters feeling distrust, wariness, and revulsion towards him. After he earns her trust, there is a scene where he can smell that she’s attracted to him. It’s not a very sexual scene since it’s a closed door romance, but I think it still fits. A “go ahead” without Diana really having to say it.)

At worst, it’s the nessian bonus chapter. I don’t think I have to elaborate here, but if a person has thus far behaved in a way that is communicating they aren’t interested in you so you use your size to intimidate them, getting as close as possible and cornering them against a fire, and question them on their sexual history, you are displaying predator behavior.

Everyone who has a pussy knows that randomly getting wet is as common as random boners. A lot of hormonal causes factor into how you feel and if you aren’t on bc, there’s a good chance you’re walking around turned on for days at a time while ovulating. It’s not a good plot device, unless you’re excusing predatory behavior. Iswis

Side note: Nesta is a reader. She deserved a Mr Darcy type romance, a say no and I’ll never bring it up again kind of man, an I’ll save your sister even if it’s not beneficial to me kind of man, acts of service and speaking highly of her when she’s not around kind of man, not a macho asshole who relished being able to tell her what to do. Nesta being imprisoned in the house of the wind was the only way Cassian was getting a crumb of pussy from her and sjm knew it.

[shadowhandss60]

Feysand 🤝 Rowaelin 🤝 Quinlar

&

Nessian 🤝 Manorian 🤝 Ruhnlidia

It’s the ✨vibes✨

If one person calls Cass, Dorian or Ruhn a himbo though, we’re fighting. As if Dorian isn’t canonically a genuis, Cass isn’t an expert strategist and Ruhn wasn’t raised to rule a kingdom

[foxcort]

vampire!nesta and werewolf!tamlin but its late victorian/early edwardian era

"Shackles? In a wine cellar?" She stood at the threshold of an open cell door, a hint of amusement glinting in her eyes when she flicked them up to meet his. "Hardly a proper thing to reveal to a lady, your nighttime . . . activities."

"Ah." His mouth curved into a slow grin as he leaned against the iron bars, and when he spoke again his voice had gone rough. "But you're no lady, are you?"

[achaotichuman]

Here is the sixth chapter of my next generation ACOTAR fanfiction A Witch A Warrior And A Reckoning: ACT 1- The Witch (Link at bottom of the post)

Protagonists:

Dahlia Fairburn, General and Heir of Spring

Aisling Sapphirus, Healer of the Hewn City

Nyx Archeron, Son of the Witch

Relationships:

Dahlia Fairburn x Aisling Sapphirus

Nyx Archeron x Tamlin Fairburn

Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra

Nuan x Lucien Vanserra

Original Azris Child(ren) x Tarquin

Summary

Life is peaceful for Dahlia Fairburn, running with her War Band, and commanding the Spring Court armies. Since the day she could wield a sword, she’s been helping her father, along with her younger brother, to restore Spring to its former glory. Trying to ignore the festering magic in her body, that threatens to consume her.

One day, all that peace is threatened to be shaken, as a certain prince of Night asks for her to join the rebellion of the Hewn City and Illyria. From beneath the great mountains, an ancient song calls for her. She meets a woman with death in her eyes, and power in her veins, who makes Dahlia’s blood boil while something clicks into place between them.

This new generation of Prythian was thought to be one of peace and prosperity. But the mask of the reigning High Lords begin to crumble, as secrets older than Prythian itself are uncovered, and darkness is unleashed.

An ACOTAR next generation fanfiction

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