#Elianna

[adoriels-tears-if]

Adoriel's Tears Sides Stories Update

Once upon a time, Elianna and Ashlyen were young, but to say they were in love is another story altogether.

Disarming smile and Cold water is the start of a little series I intend to write about Mc's parents, the first part of which you can now read in the game's Sides Stories tab.

I hope you like it and look forward to hearing your opinions.

Arielle.

[memoiandy]

How sweet your name sounds on his tongue

Astarion x fTav

Mature

Note: This is my take on the post Tiefling party romance scene with Astarion and my Tav (Elianna aka Lany). It's old, I found this in my drafts and couldn't remember why I never published it. I quess I just wanted to practice writing in English. It's not smut or explicit but mature and a bit sad. But I find that first night with Astarion sad for many reasons. Anyway, enjoy some Astarion fanfic and have a nice Sunday!

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The world's full of light. Delightful magic more precious than the Weave.

So this is how it feels like when done properly, she thinks idly when she starts to come back to her body. Lany shivers lightly but it's pleasant, like a cold tender hand caressing her back.

She feels him everywhere. His weight on top of her, skin to skin, his now warmer than usual. She feels him inside her, twitching lightly in a post coital bliss. She opens her eyes and sees his hands holding her wrists above her head. The blanked inderneath her fingers is seared. Oh, right, she warned him that when her feelings become too much, her magic might flare up. ("Please be careful, I don't want to hurt you," she said between gasps. And he just chucked: "You're the one in the arms of a vampire, Sparkles.")

His hair tickles her jaw and pointy ear and she feels his lips and tongue suckling on the fresh bite on her neck. He hums like a content cat but it's so quiet it's hard to hear.

Would he stop? She can't tell how much he already drunk. She told him to bite her, she wanted him to be as happy as one can be tonight. They both deserved a moment of something... good tonight. No big decisions of life and death. No traps and daggers and bargaining.

But she shivers again and this time the cold starts to spread in her limbs. "Ah... Astarion, stop," she touches her lips to his ear to get his attention.

He moves back immediately, his movements are jerky, eyes predatory. How can you be so close to someone and so far at the same time? For a moment he is both still lodged between her legs and a million realms away. And for a moment, she sees just a freshly fed vampire who might pin her down and drink her up. But he's also Astarion, her goofy Astarion with clever fingers and snappy way with words.

"... alright?" She hears herself speak weakly and tries to touch his chest, to reconnect. And suddenly her Astarion is back. He catches her hand and kisses her wrist, leaving a fine smear of blood. His eyes roam around her naked body but somehow there is no real passion there.

"Just splendid, darling. And you look positively ravished," he drawls in that rich voice of his.

It feels wrong.

"I'm tired." She looks away and wiggles her legs a little. He gets the message and draws away, leaving her hissing lightly, with flushed skin, a new bitemark and a body both satisfied and yearning for his closeness.

She turns on her side and stretches out for the closes piece of clothing - his shirt. It's cold but it smells like him and she needs to get warm. She hears him moving around and part of her wishes he'd come and put his arms around her and whisper some of his flirtatious nothings to her, even if it's fake. But she falls asleep before he does any of that. Her last thought is if he leaves her here in the middle of the woods.

Midnight comes and goes and he is still there when she opens her eyes in the morning. He stands on the edge of the forrest clearing, facing the first rays of sun. Astarion is like a big cat, always seaking warmth and attention. She smiles gently even though her head is pounding.

And then she sees the scars clearly for the first time. Deep, angry pattern covering his whole back.

Astarion told her about the night he got them, once, when he woke up from a nightmare. She even felt them under her fingers last night but she was distracted by his lovely attentions.

She makes a small wounded sound when the montrosity of what he went through hits her again.

"You sleep light," he moves his head to the side but doesn't face her.

Come back to me, she thinks. Come back and hold be for a while before we have to face the world again.

He doesn't, so Lany sits up even though her body protests. She can't take her eyes of his back. Such vicious, well executed cruelty. She will make sure Cazador Szarr burns for this. How dare that pompous cruel leech... how dare he hurt her companion like that. Evil. She knows evil creatures and Szarr is one of them.

She feels her magic flare up dangerously and has to focus before she sets something on fire. She stares at Astarion's back again and the logical part of her brain flickers.

"Can I see them closely? Your scars." She stands up and sways a little. Nude save from his shirt barely covering her breast. She doesn't care for now. An alarming idea already half formed in her head but she needs to confirm it. But he turns around, facing her. His face is that of a playful rake again but there's something cold there.

"You've seen enough already. Let's just head back before the tieflings..."

"It's not a poem." She interups because she can't listen to his rehearsed lines again right now. Not after their night together. Not when he needs to know: "It's writen in infernal. I don't know what it says but I recognize the language of the Hells." Any scholar would recognize it but sadly, languages are not Lany's expertise.

He is just as shocked as she is. For a moment they share this, at least. But he bounces back quickly, Astarion always does. "Never mind, whatever that bastard was up to, it doesn't matter know."

It does, they both know it does. Dealings with Hells are never an easy affair.

Astarion puts on his easy smile again. "It suits you, darling, but can I have my shirt back?"

Oh. Somehow Lany doesn't wish to be naked in front of him again. He's strangely distant and cold underneath that fake casuality. She at least turns her back to him and gets rid of his shirt quickly. It is warm now and both their scents linger lightly on the fabric. It might be sensual. But this morning, it is not.

She tries to ignore his presence while she puts on her dress and shoes. He unsettles her too much. Did she do something wrong? Was she not a good enough bedpartner? He obviously has much more experience than her but he seemed to be enjoying himself well enough. She wanted this to be good, something to get them closer together. He seemed to want her. Hells, she wanted him too, so much her head kept spinning when his clever mouth and silky hair and dangerous fangs were close to her skin. When he pushed her close to him and their bodies slotted together perfectly. When he spread her legs and her name sounded so sweetly on his tongue. When he...

Maybe she just made a fool of herself if she thought... if she thought. No. Her heart starts to beat faster and she can't let him know. He can't know how much he affects her already.

"Are you alright?"

She jumps, lost in her thought for a moment too long. "I need a bath, I think I'll go to the river. I meet you at the camp."

"Ah, you are cruel. They'll probably think I drained you dry." He hides it well but he is wary now.

"Don't worry, I'll save you before they bring the pitchforks!" She smiles and it works a little. Their banter is back.

There's a lively spark in his eyes for the first time this morning. And she can't help but feels that familiar warmth when he looks like this.

"Thank you for last night," she says lowly and dares to step closer to him. "You were wonderful." She ignores how he freezes when she stands on her toes and kisses his cheek lightly.

When she turns around and walks away from the clearing, she doesn't see how he touches the place where she kissed him.

When she reaches the riverbank she takes a lungful of the fresh air. It clears her head. It makes her shiver again.

When she sits down, she feels tears running down her cheeks.

Some time later, a wet nose touches her arm. Scratch. He licks her face and Lany scrunches her nose and can't help but smile.

"Alright, puppy. Time for breakfast. And saving from pitchforks."

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Author's Note: I know the end is a bit angsty but my Tav is an emotional girlie and is very confused by her feelings for that damn vamp. She just had amazing sex with a worldendingly beautiful vampire who is strangely cold and distant now. She just saw the cruelty of his scars. Scars writen in internal which might mean her dear companion is damned somehow. It's just a lot, okay? But they'll work through it.

[zazzyzazzro]

my best stuff from a drawpile yesterday

[nerdasaurus1200]

Eugene and his Fitzbebes!

[celestial-blade]

Sweet Fluff [Free Choice]

Pairing: Elianna and Alexander

fic: Fragile Curiosity

wc: 904

notes: and with that, fluffuary is over! I'll see you again as I struggle through OC x Canon week and then OC week! thanks for being here for my silly goosery

The piano notes faded out of more complex chords into a simple line of melody, the last note sustained, and the only sound in the room. Elianna didn’t know how to react. Applause felt embarrassing, but there were no words in her mind after listening to Alexander play.

“It’s getting late,” he spoke first, “we should probably head back.”

“That was beautiful,” Elianna complimented before she lost the opportunity to. It had come out clumsily, but better than not at all. As she stood up to leave the music room, one of her notebooks fell out of her bag, falling open on the floor. Alexander went to pick it up before she could, immediately noticing the intricate drawing on the open page.

“Elianna…”

“It’s nothing, come on—”

“No, this is really good,” Alexander softly smiled, slowly turning the page to give her the opportunity to tell him to stop. She just dropped her hands to her sides, waiting for him to finish looking. “Is this for prom?” The sketches and endless redesigns of formal gowns held onto his attention.

“Yeah, Evie said it helps to have a visual reference, usually she does that but,” Elianna started, anxious to talk for too long at one time, “it’s easier for her to accurately fulfil the vision if I can draw them. Saves her a job.”

“Have you picked one yet?” Alexander asked.

“Not yet,” she replied, “I really should have done by now.” Alexander turned back a few pages.

“If I could be so forward as to make a suggestion,” he said, showing her the page he’d chosen, “I like this one best.” The page he’d picked out had been one of many of Elianna’s favourites, a colour she didn’t usually wear being the main thing that put her off. Light pastel lilac, barely off white. She looked back to Alexander, a soft look in his eyes that convinced her to put it to the top of her list.

“You really think…?”

Alexander nodded. “I really do.”

Her next stop was Evie’s dorm room. Only when she got there, Alexander trailing behind her, did she consider that it was rudely late at night to be bothering Evie at such an hour, but those thoughts only became tangible after she’d knocked. She wasn’t so late that Evie had already gone to bed, for footsteps were audible immediately and the door was answered in a matter of seconds.

“Hey, is there something I can help you with?” Evie brightly asked.

“It’s pretty late I know, I can go if you were busy,” Elianna started her apology already, stopping herself before it got too much.

“You're here now,” Evie said warmly. “What’s up?”

“I’m quite late with this I know, so if it’s too much let me know and we can work on something different,” Elianna started, handing her the notebook with the right page open and hoping that the context would speak for her.

“Ooh, you are pretty behind everyone else, but,” Evie muttered, eyes darting over the sketch and back to Elianna again. “This is absolutely stunning. And you know I can get it done for you.”

“Thank you,” Elianna sighed in relief.

“Leave it with me,” Evie added, “I’ll let you know when I need you for your first fitting.”

Elianna hadn’t expected to get that notification the following afternoon though.

She was with Alexander, the pair walking back from their last class when she got the text from Evie to stop by for her first dress fitting. It struck a fresh kind of anxiety into her, the worry of looking stupid after all crossing her mind. What if the colour really wasn’t her style and she let herself make a bad choice? There was no way she could tell Evie that to her face. She’d made the choice too fast, trusted someone else’s input too much. Alexander noticed she’d gone quiet, taking her hand.

“Evie texted,” Elianna quickly explained. “She’s ready for my first fitting.”

“Well let’s go then,” Alexander smiled, giving her hand a squeeze. His enthusiasm made the clouds in her mind clear a little, and off they went.

“So I still have a lot of embellishment to do,” Evie started, as Elianna was pinned into the bare bones of a dress, although it already resembled her sketch exactly. The colour of the fabric was a perfect match, and the neckline and sleeves felt familiar. Evie stepped back after securing the last pin, taking a look at her work on the body it was designed for. “What do you think?” Elianna was again lost for words. It felt scary, and already she could envision a prom where she walked in to everyone staring at her. Was it too late to back out and go for something safer? She took a deep breath, and looked at Alexander who hovered by the door, and the look on his face alone had her rapidly more and more certain that it was the right dress after all. He stared, a soft smile on his face. He exaggerated it a little more the moment he realised she was looking to him for some kind of input, gaze flickering back and forth between her hopeful look and Evie’s knowing smile.

“I’m speechless,” he stuttered out, if only to say something, before forming his opinion into real words and making direct eye contact with Elianna. “You look… just like you.”

[memoiandy]

Here's my baby:

Elianna is a Sun Elf, a troubled wild sorceress and a lonely soul who found her thiramir in a certain vampire gremlin.

This game was hard because I have a specific look in my kind for her. This is more like her modern version but it'll do.

Imagine her at a masquerade in Baldur's Gate, looking at Astarion. Yeah...

Yay another OC picrew tag game

picrew linked yoinked from @elinorbard

Asmodea my beloved. This is pretty much a perfect representation of her post-game.

(to clarify for anyone who reads my fic - for all intents and purposes that is NOT a vampire fang. ...or IS IT?)

Tagging @brabblesblog @spacebarbarianweird @mj-bites @grandmother-goblin (you pick which OC(s) lol) @tragedybunny

@snowfolly @bhaalbaaby @tallymonster

I'll stop there, you know what to do.

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lil loveday get together at elli's

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elianna bernstein from biblophile princess

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Elianna Bernstein icons

Below you'll find 100 icons of Elianna Bernstein from Bibliophile Princess. No credit is necessary.

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Me af in 12 characters ʚ₍ᐢꕤ◞៸៸ˬ៸៸◟ᐢ₎ɞ

[adoriels-tears-if]

ngl though, elianna and ash having mc WAS irresponsible, completely agree with Tobias here, "shit" would have been my reaction too to eli's pregnancy news, considering mc gets kidnapped and goes through a very traumatic experience because of what they are.

as for which path to choose it's definitely save familiars for me. Plushie is, well, a toy, sirius has plot armor due to being ashlyen's daemon. Familiars though? Now they need help. Even if we don't look at this from the meta perspective and although the choice IS hard, since we get to bond a little with sirius, it's a choice between saving lots of familiars instead of saving just one for me, aka sirius, sorry big cat, love ya✌😭

"Shit," was Elianna's reaction too. Ashlyen opted for "Holy shit."

A pregnancy wasn't in the cards. In fact, it was inconceivable. Half-blood births are so rare and the percentage so low.

But it happened, and yes, Ashlyen and Elianna decided to be selfish and give themselves that right.

Like others before them and others after them.

The only difference is that Mc is half elf. A rarity given Amandil's stranglehold on her people.

As for the Familiars, Sirius in your place would have done the same. One life to save many. The choice is simple. It's a state of mind shared by Sirius and Ashlyen alike.

So perhaps you have more in common with your father than you might realize.

[memoiandy]

Sparkles and memories

Astarion x fTav fanfic

(Note: I posted this as a part of another thread and the fic was bigger than I anticipated. I am posting here as my own separate post. Mostly for myself but whoever else reads it, please enjoy!

This oneshot is my HC version of the poly convo with Astarion. I wish Tav could politelly decline Halsin and then talk with Astarion about it. The scene starts after Astarion says he'd be fine with Tav sexing Halsin up. Which my Tav is defo not gonna do...)

She frowns, taking a small step back. It stings a bit, the thought Astarion would be fine if she shared her body with the druid. But then she noticed that curve of his pretty mouth, that signature fake smile she recognizes now.

"Why would I do that?" She keeps her voice low but the slight irritation comes through anyway.

He hears it, of course he does. He's great at reading people. His next words are more genuine. "Well... it's not like I have much to offer at the moment. And with my past... my generous amount of so called lovers... It's not like I can stop you from having a good time."

The more he talks, the more vulnerable look creeps into his face. Her chest tightens, the familiar ache when she sees him like this - strugling with the shadows of his past, the pain seeping through.

She moves closer to Astarion, watching his reaction. There is tension in the air, something she didn't want at all. She meant to tell him about the conversation with Halsin as a joke. She thought it was funny! How could she even think about being with someone other than her vampire?! Ridiculous!

"This... us, we want this to be real, no?" She touches her heart and then his heart in an elven fashion. She leaves her hand on his chest as if seeking for his heartbeat.

He nods, eyes uncertain where this is going. He's so endearing like this, her sweet, lovable rogue. To confirm his gesture, Astarion closes his bigger hand on top of hers and caresses it carefuly.

"I do, you know I do. I just wish I could offer you more. I wish... I could erase all the memories of those countless meaningless bodies and hands and mouths... "

She stops him by putting a gentle hand on his cheek. "Then lets create new memories." She tries to make him feel all the care and adoration she feels for this silly, frustrating, amazing man. And love, something she is still too afraid to tell him. It feels too big to share. She keeps it close to her hearth as something sweet and precious.

She stands on her toes and puts a light kiss on one of his cheeks, the one with that small beauty mark. "I have such a good time with you, whatever we're doing," she whispers and it sounds like a secret shared just between the two of them.

She kisses the top of his nose playfully. "You reading one of your adventure books with Drizzt aloud or teaching me how to lockpick." She kisses the corner of his mouth and feels his arm sneaking around her waist and pulling her closer. She gasps a little, she always does and it makes him hum hapilly.

"There is nowhere I'd rather be. I have no desire to explore what Halsin has to offer as a lover. Or any of the others. I am yours as long as you'll have me," she finishes and hates how her face and neck flush with pink. She is 137 years old and being with this damned vampire makes her blush...

But it makes him smile and relax. He crooks his eyebrows in that charming way of his. "And I thought I am the one with a silver toungue."

She chuckes and puts her arms around his neck. This feels good and right and the tension is gone and forgotten. "Well... I had a good teacher."

He feigns shock. "Another suitor! Do I know him?"

"You might. He's very charming. Roguish and witty. Very funny. Very brave. Handsome as hell," she sighs dreamily.

Astarion tuts and tightens his arms around her. "Do I have to kill him as well, Sparkles? I planned on getting rid of the big druid already. You know I killed a bear before..."

This time she kisses his lips because you can't be this close to Astarion and not kiss him. He kisses her back more fiercely, cupping the back of her head in his hand and making her bow back a bit. Greedy man.

It's been a while since they kissed like this. It's thrilling and sweet and feels like a promise when his tongue slips between her lips and tastes her. It makes her curl her toes and forget anything other than the sharpness of his fangs. The way his velvet toungue leads hers in this dance. How he pushes her so close to his body so there no place for anything else. Just like in those silly novels she always thought are just a fantasy. But this... it makes her want, want, want...

She makes quiet needy noises and feels her magic spike up. Fine sparkles fly in the air, like their own personal bonfire. They kiss his skin and it feels as if he's touched by sunlight. He grunts as he realizes he's the cause of this, he makes her lose control and sparkle for him.

She pulls away before the magic can hurt him.

"How is that for a new memory?" She bumps her nose into his gently. She loves his nose. She started to love everything about this man.

"Perfect." His eyes are still closed and he breathes her in. His anchor, his friend, his confidant. She smells like home. "You're perfect, Sparkles."

She laughs quietly, a small happy sound. Then she straightens up and pulls back. "Now where were we? You won't believe the conversation I just had with Halsin!"

[nerdasaurus1200]

Ellie: Papa, can you help me with my homework?

Eugene: Of course, honey. *looks at it*

Eugene:

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Eugene: *holding Ellie watching the homework burn in the fireplace* It’s not gonna hurt you anymore.

[franstastic-ideas]

[wintywriter]

Why do you post so much Rhaelya? You don’t respect Elia

Because I love arts with them. Because I love Lyanna. Finally, because I love Elia and post arts with her too.