#lorcan
please tell me Elide x Lorcan’s shipname is Lorde
Lysander (Gryffindor) and Lorcan (Ravenclaw) Scamander aesthetic
Elide and Lorcan ring in the new year with a long-awaited kiss.
Note: This drabble was written for a dear friend. Enjoy!
Also, I am not using a tag list for this because I don’t normally write for TOG.
Read on AO3
Elide x Lorcan
Warnings: Pure fluff
Word Count: 877
“He still hasn’t done anything yet,” Elide grumbled, sinking onto the sofa next to her best friend. She refused to look behind her, knowing that she’d see Lorcan staring at her. “He hates me.”
“He does not hate you,” Aelin, her childhood best friend, said with a reassuring squeeze of her hand. “He’s been your friend for years. He’s probably just nervous. You said yourself that you’ve barely talked since Mexico.”
Elide sighed, sagging into the pillows in defeat. Aelin was right, but it didn’t make her feel any better. They were at Aelin and Rowan’s house for a New Year’s Eve, and the party was in full swing. It should have been fun, but Elide was too busy worrying about the tall, handsome man brooding in the corner who she happened to be in love with.
She had been friends with Lorcan since college, ever since Aelin had met Rowan, but through the years, she had grown to have deeper feelings for him. Feelings that she had thought were one-sided until a drunken night in Mexico over Thanksgiving weekend. They had gone on the vacation with their group of friends, but they had ended up alone on the beach one night, both drunk from too much Tequila. And then it had happened. Lorcan had kissed her.
It had been perfect, but now it felt like a dream. The holiday season had been so busy that she had barely seen Lorcan since that weekend, and when she had seen him, he hadn’t done anything. They hadn’t even broached the subject of the kiss, let alone what it meant for them. But she knew, even if she was doubting it now, that it had meant something.
“I’m going to go outside for a minute,” Elide announced, standing from her spot on the sofa. “I’m too hot in here.”
She strode off without giving time for Aelin to argue, not bothering to get her coat before she snuck outside. She stepped onto the snowy patio in the back of the house, hugging herself for warmth. It was freezing, the air seeping through the thin layers of her blue party dress. But it was better than having to ring in the new year alone on the sofa, wishing Lorcan was with her.
She stood under the center of the arched roof that covered most of the patio, taking in the view of the gardens as the clock moved toward midnight. The night was clear, stars glittering above as her breath clouded in front of her.
When she heard the door open from behind, she didn’t turn, assuming it was only Aelin. But when a warm coat was gently placed over her shoulders, too big to be her own, she finally turned, coming face to face with the man she’d been thinking about all night.
“What the hell are you doing out here?” Lorcan grumbled, his lips in a thin line as he towered above her. “You’re going to freeze to death.”
She blinked, about to shrug off his comments, but a wave of frustration overtook her. “Well, who’s fault would that be?” She shot at him, words tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop them. “If you had just talked to me, or done something, I wouldn’t be freezing my ass off -”
Her words were interrupted by a mouth crashing into hers, Lorcan’s lips claiming her so forcefully she had no choice but to cling to him to stay upright. Her resistance instantly faded, her body going pliant as his tongue teased her mouth open, the hunger in his kiss making her tremble. She let out a contented sigh against him, gripping his sweater while he pulled her closer, one hand around her waist while the other angled her neck.
They broke apart with a gasp, but Lorcan still held her, their chests pressed together as she met his gaze. “I didn’t think you’d want me to do anything,” Lorcan whispered, his voice uncharacteristically soft, careful almost. “I thought you wanted to forget what had happened.”
“Why would I want that?” She murmured, trying not to shiver at the honesty and hunger in his eyes. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I…I wanted more.”
Her confession hung between them, and she worried he might pull away, but his lips suddenly spread into a smile. “So do I,” Lorcan grinned, leaning down so his forehead was against hers. “I guess I should have listened to Rowan.”
Elide blinked, pushing back slightly. “What do you mean?”
“He told me I should just kiss you again and see if you still liked it,” Lorcan explained, his handsome face filled with joy. “I guess he was right.”
“Maybe, but you’re early,” she laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “It’s not midnight yet.”
“Hmmm,” he smiled, brushing his lips against her jaw. “I guess I’ll just have to kiss you until then, to remedy my mistake, won’t I?”
She had barely managed a small nod before his lips were on hers again, following through on his promise as he kissed her until they were both breathless. The clock struck midnight at some point, welcoming a new year, but they were still lost in each other, their midnight wishes already coming true.
Hurricane
Finally gonna get wrecked by Dorian.
Them: fandom?
Me: cult.
