#lorcan feat rose

[harryissuchalittleshit]

The Weasley couples as Midnights songs?

Bill & Fleur

Snow on the Beach (feat. Lana Del Rey) - because it’s weird but fucking beautiful. They are a couple happy to embrace the unexpected in both their relationship and themselves

Victoire & SJ

Mastermind - because once they decided that they were together, they had been working on how to make their relationship work, and nothing became accidental after that

Dominique & Lorcan

Paris - because despite it all, all of the mess and accidents and craziness that they get put through, they come out stronger and suddenly their somewhere else and so in love that they might stop breathing

Louis & Anamika

Lavender Haze - because everything is opposite with them and they weren’t supposed to work, but they’re damned if they do give a damn what people think of them and that was never an option

Percy & Audrey

Sweet Nothing - because that’s all they want after everything they went through, to just be together and live in this safe space together. Audrey has Percy running home to their sweet nothing.

Molly & Artie

Midnight Rain - because for a very long time they had it messed up, Molly hurt Artie and then Artie turned around and hurt Molly. But in the end they find each other in their own picture-perfect, shiny happy family.

Lucy & Devon

Bigger Than The Whole Sky - they are so used to this hurt being placed on them while being insanely in love with one another. One tragedy after the next, but despite all the goodbye goodbye goodbyes, they just grow stronger together.

George & Angelina

Hits Different - they are and will always be a ‘love at first sight’ couple, from the moment they were eleven they knew. So when they finally get together, well…it hits different because it’s them.

Freddie & LeeAnne

Glitch - they were supposed to only be just friends, but all the sudden they were attached together with a stitch and they never do manage to unravel

Roxanne & Sean/Sasha

Antihero - because after all of the pain Roxanne put herself through, in making herself the antihero of her own story, they love her despite midnights being her afternoons and all of her ghosts and vices haunting her on the daily.

Ron & Hermione

Maroon - it’s right there! But also, the story of a friendship becoming more is so satisfying and beautiful and this song honestly hits so many of my headcanons for them. They’ll be dancing together with no shoes and blushing so scarlet that it’s maroon, matching all of Ron’s sweaters

Rose & Scorpius

Snow on the Beach (feat. More Lana Del Rey) - because it’s not supposed to work, but it does and it’s fucking beautiful. They spent the beginning of their relationship flying like a dream and feeling impossible but happy.

Hugo & Lyla

Karma - because they spent so much time talking shit that was irrelevant but now they couldn’t be happier. Sometimes what goes around comes back around

Ginny & Harry

Question…? - a good girl and a sad boy, they come together and fall apart with a lot of questions between them, but it works out in the long run. Was it too much? Do you wish you could still touch her? We all know their answers.

James & Marci

Labyrinth- oh no they’re falling in love… after their exes wrecked them and left them with the kids, they weren’t supposed to find someone else so quickly, but it happens as they try to navigate the maze of single parenthood and new job responsibilities

Al & Maggie

You’re On Your Own, Kid - two lonely kids become more, only for one of them to leave the other on their own. Eventually they’ll realize that their not on their own and that they need to raise their kid together.

Lily & Ryan

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve - because when you aim at the devil, you should have the one person that stood beside you the whole year by your side. She should’ve never danced with the devil and he shouldn’t have allowed his memories to become weapons, but at their lowest they found each other…again

I will do the other albums, just drop an album name in my inbox and I’ll get started!

[thccoolboyz]

Don´t bite | Rorcan

@hogwartsunshine

Había visto un Knarl escapar cerca del bosque prohibido y Lorcan obviamente había salido corriendo para poder verlo y en el camino se topo con Rose la cual no tardó en preguntarle a donde iba —Oh es que vi un Knarl y quiero alcanzarlo antes de que se vaya ¿quieres venir?—

[munzs-stuff]

Albus was feeling pretty good. The butterflies in his stomach and his unending, longing stare at Lorcan were thriving. His head was resting on his hands and he was, listlessly thinking of the things he’d like the beautiful object of his affection to do to him. Not that he was aware of what he was doing.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his side, and looked to the side to furiously glare at the person who had delivered the blow, his best friend Scorpius Malfoy.

“Thinking about snogging Longbottom now are we?” Scorpius said smugly.

“No, actually. Thinking about how many times I should push your head down the fucking toilet,” Albus snapped back despite the heat rising to his cheeks.

“Ooooh, someone is blushing,” his cousin Rose sniggered.

“Rose? You too? And here I was thinking I could trust you. Is James the only one I can trust now?” Albus said in despair.

“No mate. I’m on Malfoy’s side here,” his brother said, visibly trying his best to hold in his laughter.

Albus looked at James horrified. James Sirius Potter agreeing with Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy? The sun had truly set in the east. He shook his head and shot one last glare at his traitor friends before stomping off somewhere quiet to read that book he’d been itching to start on.

He’d barely just snuggled up on the divan to read when the door creaked open and Lorcan stepped in. Albus felt his stomach drop and fill up with butterflies at the same time. It was really a feat of great marvel that he did not throw up right there on the beautiful persian carpet that decorated the floor of the Longbottoms’ parlor.

“Hey, um, what’s up? We didn’t really get the chance to speak before you marched off here,” Lorcan said shyly.

“Oh. Um, Scorpius was being a git, so I figured I’d ditch them all for a while to get some peace, yanno?” Albus managed without stuttering.

“Oh. Cool. It’s just that, Merlin this is awkward, so like, uh, I kinda saw you looking at me?” Lorcan stammered through his question.

“Oh. Oh. Don’t worry about that too much, I was thinking about things you know? Head in the clouds and all that,” Albus chuckled. “But hey, don’t look into it too much, you're really not my type, too airy for me,” he chuckled, trying to play it off.

“Oh. No need to worry then,” Lorcan said, as though not entirely convinced. He looked slightly confused. And hurt.

Albus swore under his breath. He was trying to play it off cool, not piss off his crush and bury whatever chances he had three feet under. He kicked at the carpet and sulked around a bit before going off to find his wanker friends.

Two hours later, Al was slightly drunk on some stolen firewhiskey and really did not need to see another dude being handsy with Lorcan. James had popped up with a few uncracked bottles of cheap firewhiskey and Albus, being in a mood, had decided to drink half a bottle in one go.

So he hung around the bushes for a while, waiting for this… dude to wander off alone so he could have a man-to-man session with him. A few minutes later, Lor left. Albus blew air through his teeth, smiling when he realised that this was his chance to fight for the only man he had ever loved and would ever love(well if you excluded Aunt Fleur’s french nephew who he had caught exactly two glimpses of last summer).

He stalked over to that wanker, pointed a finger at him accusingly.

“You!How dare you?” he slurred angrily.

“How dare I what?” the guys asked, a confused look on his face.

“He’s mine. You understand? Stay the fuck away?” Albus yelled at the poor chap.

Before he could even say anything, Albus lunged at him, punching him square in the face, stumbling blindly to the side due to his highly intoxicated state.

Albus lurched towards the chap, his vision blurring and his guts throwing up anything he had in his stomach on the guy. Albus felt a brief moment of pride at doing at least something before his knees crashed the ground and he passed out.

Albus woke up staring at the ceiling, a wicked headache splitting through his head. He turned his head slowly, taking in the familiar surroundings. He was in his room, back at home. How, he had no idea.

“Hullo ye lovesick drunkard,” his brother, James, chirped from his position perched on the windowsill. Albus though it looked rather impractical and uncomfortable.

Albus groaned, filled with utter humiliation and regret. He vaguely remembered right hooking someone because he was jealous that they were hanging out with Lorcan. Looking back, they were probably not even dating.

“Oh god, James. Is the poor lad okay?” Albus asked, groaning.

“He is, seeing that you completely missed. His clothes on the other hand, completely destroyed when you vomited all over him,” James said cheerfully.

Well, Albus thought to himself, it somehow went worse than I could ever imagine it to be. He shut his eyes again, embarrassment flooding him as his head throbbed until he passed out again.

[nalgenewhore]

Too Late To Turn Back Now - Three

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter 

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disclaimer: when i write lorcan, i write him as native american - lakota specifically! so, i made up a fictional tribe named ‘Ozuye’ which means warrior in lakota and based it off of the lakota nation 

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The plane landed clumsily on the air strip outside of Otȟúŋwahe and Elide pressed a hand to her stomach, swallowing her nausea. Her seatmate, the ever-irritating Lorcan, grinned at her despair and had the audacity to chuckle. “Is her majesty not used to rough landings?”

She just scowled at him and ignored him as the flight attendant gave the all-clear and they could depart the metal can with wings. Elide vowed to herself that she’d charter a jet, if need be, because there was no way she was endangering her life like that again. Lorcan wouldn’t be invited. He could crash and burn in the Cambrian Mountains for all she cared.

Lorcan led the way to the door, speaking a word of thanks in his mother tongue to the pilot and attendants. Elide nodded and smiled politely, precariously making her way down the stairs in her heels. She couldn’t remember why she’d brought heels to the Northern Isles of all places.

The sound of high-pitched screams pierced the air, over the sound of the plane engine, and Elide tripped over the last step, righting herself before she ate asphalt. When she looked up, she saw two identical girls holding signs up as they hollered.

They had Lorcan’s complexion and those long locks of hair whipping around their heads from the wind, the same high cheekbones and straight nose, full lips, and sharp jaws. They were tall like him too, way taller than her – not that that was a feat of greatness of any sort. Elide grabbed her suitcase as they sprinted towards Lorcan, crashing into him and squealing.

Despite herself, a genuinely warm smile pulled at her lips and she walked down to where they had gathered, lugging her heavy bags behind her. Lorcan had set the girls on their feet by the time she got there and they were speaking in rapid fire Ozuye, going back and forth until they all erupted in hearty laughter. The siblings noticed her presence and turned to her, shock lining the girls’ faces. “Lor, are you going to introduce us to your girl?”

He shook his head, “Gods, you two are the worst. This is why I never come home.” Elide chuckled and he nodded, “Yeah, so this is Aneha,” the girl stepped up, wearing a pullover fleece and leggings, and held her hand out to be shook. Elide obliged and said hello before the other half of the twins was stepping up.

“And I’m Sadirah!” Sadirah wore a red flannel lumberjack coat and paint-splattered overalls and what appeared to be hand-beaded moccasins on her feet. Instead of a handshake, she hugged Elide tightly. “It’s great to meet you! I love your shoes.”

“I love yours.They’re beautiful,” Elide said, her words genuine. 

“Thank you, I made them myself! Now, Lorcan’s never told us, but do you prefer Elide or Hellas’ Mistress?”

She let out a cold laugh and subtly stepped on Lorcan’s foot, leaning all her weight into the heel as he bit his lip and his eyes watered, “Elide’s just fine.”

“Good, well, let’s get going, the truck’s running!”

As they all traveled to the truck, Elide stared up at Lorcan. He looked as though someone had taken years off his still-young face. At work, Elide had a hard time remembering that they were the same age, but now, it was blatantly obvious through the lightness of his body and the relaxed way he carried himself.

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The town was lovely and quaint, situated on a picturesque island.  As Aneha drove down the main street, Elide looked out the window, taking in the sight of the ocean and bay. The natural scenery around Otȟúŋwahe was breathtaking and it reminded Elide of Perranth. It had the same untamed wilderness and a certain ancientness she couldn’t place.

She had booked two rooms at the only hotel in town and as they approached the street, she spoke up, “You can just turn right up here for the hotel.”

Lorcan frowned for a split second as Aneha and Sadirah exchanged a look. Aneha just drove on past as Sadirah explained, “Oh, we canceled your reservations. Hope you don’t mind, but we thought it’d be nice to stay with family.”

They pulled into a marina’s parking lot as Elide nodded, hiding her annoyance at the presumptuous behaviour. It’s fine, you can make it six nights, she told herself as they all hopped out of the vehicle and she climbed out in a more dignified approach. “Where is your home?”

Lorcan pointed to the sleek speedboat, “We need to take the boat there. The property’s a few islands away.”

Elide shook her head adamantly, “Lorcan, you know I can’t swim. I am not getting in that boat.” He shrugged and dropped her luggage at her feet.

“That’s fine. See you in a week.” He stalked off to the edge of the dock and disappeared down the ladder as she gritted her teeth and dragged her bags over to the edge. The twins were already seated in the boat and averted their piercing gazes as Elide tossed her bags down to Lorcan. One of them hit the deck and rolled right over the edge, landing in the water with a splash.

Sadirah quickly leaned over the boat and grabbed it, yanking it up. “Got it!”

Lorcan smirked up at Elide as she hesitated by the top of the ladder, “You can always jump, princess.”

He held his hands up and she fought the urge to flip him off as she carefully made her way down. She was almost down when her foot missed the next wooden rung and before she knew what was happening, she felt a hand on her ass, keeping her upright. “Off the ass, hand off the ass,” she hissed, seething once she finally made it down and glared up at Lorcan.

He wasn’t sure how she’d acquired the talent of looking down her nose at him even though he towered over her. With a huff, she stepped into the boat and sat down, looking out at the horizon as Aneha started the boat and Lorcan shoved the back before hopping in.

Elide watched the water as they cut through the bay, watching as if it would sweep her away. Lorcan could tell, through the way she gripped her bag with white knuckles and barely dared to breathe, that she was petrified right now. It was purely for show, and nothing else, that he scooted closer to her and took her hands in his, cupping his around hers to blow on them, “Your hands are freezing, El.”

She smiled softly and something in her relaxed as the girls exchanged secret smiles and they continued on.

A few minutes later, Lorcan nudged her and nodded towards the nearest island, two figures standing on the dock, “That’s it.” He turned to Aneha, “Is Aunt Maeve back?”

She grimaced and nodded, “Yep. Got back yesterday.”

He made a face and Elide rose a brow, “Who’s Aunt Maeve?”

Lorcan shook his head as Aneha slowed the boat and they floated up to the dock, “Later, Lochan.” He dropped her hands to toss out the rope to one of the women. She looked exactly like the girls, just a few decades older. She too wore her hair down and Elide could see gray streaks amidst the dark strands.

“Come here and give your mother a hug,” she said, smiling as Lorcan hopped out and walked over to her, ignoring the pale-skinned woman next to his mother. Maeve, Elide assumed, stared at her with a predator’s gaze that had Elide’s spine stiffening as she stepped out, her chin held high.

She did not back down and stared coolly at the woman for a second longer before Lorcan beckoned her over. “Elide, come over here.”

Smiling tightly, Elide stepped over the wooden slats to Lorcan’s side. “Hi, I’m Elide. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You as well, Elide,” she said, regarding the couple with an attentive eye. “My name’s Odette. This is my aunt, Maeve,” Odette gestured to the woman behind them. “She’s come up for the weekend.”

Lorcan visibly stiffened as Maeve stepped closer and made her introduction. His hand moved to the small of her back as Elide and Maeve shook hands. “So, Elide, you’re dating your secretary.”

“Actually, Lorcan’s my associate,” Elide corrected her, a dangerous glint in her eye as she smiled sweetly. “As in, he already graduated law school.”

Maeve’s face paled with rage.

Lorcan pulled Elide with him, ending the conversation before anything drastic happened, and getting their luggage.

“We’ll show you around,” Sadirah said, linking her arm in Aneha’s and not waiting to see if either of them followed before they were skipping along.

Elide hadn’t been able to see the entire property from the dock and her eyes widened once they could see the house. It was a mansion, really, spanning from the middle of the large acreage. “You didn’t tell me you’re rich,” she murmured, gritting her teeth when her heel sunk into the grass.

Lorcan lowered his brow, “My mom’s rich, there’s a difference.”

“Only rich people say that.”

He sighed heavily and rolled his eyes, “You know, you’re kind of anti-rich, so it’s not a secret why I wouldn’t tell you and how would I even say that? ‘Hi, my name’s Lorcan Salvaterre and my mother owns the largest enterprise in the Northern Isles’?”

“What does that even mean ‘anti-rich’?”

“Oh, come on, you’re always going on about the entitled pricks in law school and those same pricks that we work with. It’s a little ironic, you know, considering you’re loaded.”

She made an affronted sound, “I earned everything I made, those trust-fund-“

“Yeah, yeah, those trust-fund man-children were handed everything on a silver tray while you worked three jobs to support yourself and pay for school. I’ve heard the story, Elide.”

Elide pursed her lips but kept quiet as they walked through the front door. The house was rustically designed and decorated, high ceilings with exposed beams and a woodstove in the corner, a flame happily flittering away.

She took in the couches and knitted blankets strewn about, her eyes lighting up as she locked her gaze on the far wall of the living room to find that the entire wall was made of bookshelves, crammed full with all sorts of reading materials. There was a TV and another shelf filled with DVDs that she was itching to peruse.

They slipped off their shoes and the twins’ eyes widened for a split second at Elide’s height before they beckoned the two of them in, “We’ll show you to your room.”

Elide and Lorcan followed dutifully behind the whispering girls, down a long hallway. She traced her eyes over the framed artwork on the shiplap panelling. They seemed to tell a story, one she couldn’t discern, and Elide made note to ask Lorcan later. When they arrived at a closed door, Elide felt her ankle twinge and hid her discomforted wince. Lorcan caught her hitched breath and whipped his head to her, scanning her body. His gaze narrowed on her ankle and he moved to her side, letting her lean into him. “So, this is you guys. There’s a bathroom and towels are in the armoire by the balcony doors. We thought you might be tired, so we’re having brunch tomorrow with everyone.”

“Everyone? Who’s everyone?” Lorcan asked, apprehension in his dark eyes.

“Don’t you worry,” Sadirah said, smiling as they retreated down the hallway and let the couple settle in.

Elide didn’t say a word as she unpacked her bags and moved the throw pillows from the bed. Lorcan was checking his phone when something slammed into the back of his head and he whirled, seeing Elide standing across the room, a pillow landing on the floor by his feet. “Hellas’ Mistress?”

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[whatifitscool]

Kyle O’Reilly – Undisputed Era’s Next Breakout Star

By Timmy Daytona 

With WWE NXT’s New Year’s Evil fast approaching, it’s time to look back at Kyle O’Reilly’s breakout performances of 2020, which saw his incredible rise as a singles competitor.

Absent from screens for a significant portion of the early stages of the pandemic, O’Reilly eventually returned to the ranks of the Undisputed Era (UE).

Developments were brewing such as their long-term feud with Pat McAfee but also a welcome singles push for O’Reilly, who was finally being given the opportunity to break away from tag-team pursuits.

On 23/09/2020, O’Reilly was one of five competitors in a Gauntlet Eliminator match where the winner would go on to face Finn Balor. Initially squaring off against Kushida, the two grappling experts put on a technical display until Bronson Reed entered and began to dominate.

Though the Thicc Boi put in a spirited effort, it was O’Reilly’s night as he outlasted and eliminated all but one of the other competitors to earn an opportunity to face Balor at NXT Takeover 31. Poor Grimes – he’s yet to win a title and take it to the moon like he’s promised on several occasions.

In a match that should be in wrestling Top 10 lists everywhere for 2020, O’Reilly and Balor went to war in Takeover 31’s main event. What stood out most was O’Reilly’s natural transition as a singles competitor. The storyline that this was his first solo main event was sold well.

It was understandable that “nerves” would factor into proceedings, especially when he was initially outclassed. Balor took advantage and humorously locked O’Reilly’s arm while playing air guitar with it. But from there, O’Reilly rose to the challenge and answered Balor’s offence with his own. Their strikes looked and sounded painfully realistic. O’Reilly’s striking game was on point, looking just as devastating when applied to a singles match as it is when used in tandem with partners Fish or Strong.

The decision to work a stiff style was not without consequences. One spinning back kick to O’Reilly’s mid-section appeared to legitimately wind him. It was later confirmed that the liver shot injured him. Later reports revealed that errant strikes fractured Balor’s jaw in two places while O’Reilly suffered some broken teeth.

Despite criticisms for working unsafe, their match deserves praise for being brutal without resorting to being a spot-fest and should definitely have gotten people to take notice of NXT again.

In an era with limited or, in some places, zero crowds, Takeover 31 was one of NXT’s best PPVs and almost on the level of their pre-COVID Takeovers. The card was tight and O’Reilly almost stole the show with his performance in an instant classic.

Seizing the momentum from this, O’Reilly delivered further displays of brilliance in the Wargames PPV. O’Reilly started things and at 45:01, he did what no other member of UE could do, ending the match by hitting a leaping knee onto a chair on Oney Lorcan’s face to earn the 3-count.

Following this MVP-level showing, O’Reilly faced the Bruiserweight on 16/12/2020. This had a big-match feel; on the one hand because it was for the #1 contender opportunity but also as they unflinchingly stared each other down while chaos unfolded around them. Despite poor camerawork capturing a Pete Dunne pump kick not even connecting with O’Reilly’s face, this was mostly a wrestling masterclass. Hard-hitting throughout, it was again O’Reilly’s leaping knee – this time to the back of the neck – that would see him prevail and earn yet another opportunity for the title.

O’Reilly is poised to face Balor once more at New Year’s Evil on 06/01/2021. Their promo work has been amazing with Balor insisting this won’t be a trilogy while O’Reilly continues to show that he is deserving of being in the picture of championship contention.

How will things play out?

Undisputed Era previously fulfilled their prediction in holding all the gold in NXT, matching a feat that Evolution once achieved in years past. When Orton eventually won the WWE Heavyweight Championship, he was dumped unceremoniously from the stable.

Could New Year’s Evil be where O’Reilly or Cole are booted from the faction?

What’s been consistently great is that Undisputed Era, and indeed Cole, have been subtle in any hints at where they could go. There haven’t been many visible signs of a lack of unity. Perhaps a slight look of envy on Cole’s part as he was positioned at the edge of their ranks when they strolled to the performance centre for Takeover 31. Cole remained silent while Fish and Strong no doubt gave words of encouragement to the stoic O’Reilly.

Cole was also at the rear of their party as they escorted O’Reilly to the match but still said he loved him and it was his night.

When Velveteen Dream taunted Cole on the NXT episode of 23/12/2020, he told Cole that the mighty had fallen and Kyle was now head of the Undisputed Era. He responded by slapping Dream while claiming that there was no leader of the group.

Challenging Cole’s position could result in a storyline jealousy angle to ignite a rivalry between him and O’Reilly.

WWE has a tendency to fast track talent to the main roster so this could be one way they split up the Undisputed Era. But with UE being the best stable in NXT, it would be unwise if they were to disband the faction especially with their popularity still red-hot.

Though with Cole being transitioned to compete in the Dusty Rhodes Classic, there’s hope that Undisputed Era will remain united for some time to come.

What’s likely is that interference from Cole and/or the returning Karrion Kross will factor into the ending, leaving Balor as the victor. It could be played as unintentional on Cole’s part with the misunderstanding or miscommunication laying the seed for a future falling out while still protecting O’Reilly.

Kross is being booked to be Balor’s main challenger but with this much talent vying for the prize, perhaps they could have a 5-way match featuring Balor, O’Reilly, Cole, Dunne and Kross at the next Takeover.

Whatever happens on 06/01/2021, the following is certain. While 2019 was the year of Adam Cole, 2020 and perhaps now the early stages of 2021 are Kyle O’Reilly’s.

Much like Roman Reigns’ prolonged absence from screens, the wise decisions to reboot both characters on their returns has yielded fantastic results. The consistency of his star-making performances has seen O’Reilly become the next breakout star of the Undisputed Era and hopefully NXT will continue his push as he is ready to hold more than tag-team gold.

[scamanderxlegacy-blog]

FB: Little Creatures

Feat: @grangcrwitch

Había sido invitado por los Potter en conjunto con su familia pero el Quidditch no era lo que mas estaba llamando la atención de Lorcan pues se había encontrado encontrado un Occamy y había decidido seguirlo solo para observarlo mas de cerca cuando la voz de Rose llamó su atención “Oh eso, es un Occamy” una ligera sonrisa adorno sus labios.

[mine-ng-headcanons]

Surprising Facts About the Next Gen

Teddy cried when he got his first piercing and cried later when Andromeda initially disapproved. Victoire could cook better than her grandmother (don’t tell Molly). Molly only became a Healer for the money; she wanted to be a poet. Lorcan didn’t believe half of the things his mother said. Lysander understood wandlore, a feat unto itself. Fred was a playwright. James didn’t know that he was bullying. Dominique didn’t regret what she did to people’s hearts, but she did regret not regretting it. Rose was physically stronger than the vast majority of her cousins. Albus liked the sound of his own name. Alice was a mathematician. Scorpius was ridiculously resourceful. Roxanne hid the fact that she did ballet from the rest of her Quidditch team because she thought they’d think less of her for it. Louis was a white falcon Animagus. Matt often felt out of place in the Weasley Clan. Hugo didn’t think very highly of his family, seeing them as incredibly ignorant when it came to most things, but of course he loved them just the same. Lily hated cameras with a passion, as much as she loved attention. Lucy wanted to be a painter before she realized she was no good. Aramina could laugh even though she was magically mute. Cepheus doesn’t hate Aramina.

[easkyrah]

Elorcan Possessive Billionaire AU part 1

Summary: Elide wants out of Morath CO. Lorcan wants in.

rob·ber bar·on [noun]

a person who has become rich through ruthless and unscrupulous business practices (originally with reference to prominent US businessmen in the late 19th century)

Three Years Ago

Las Vegas, Nevada, United States

Elide hummed as she flipped through the stacks of paperwork, filing them into the respective cabinets. With brutal efficiency, she re-organized all of her uncle’s loose papers and re-wrote all of his scribbles of writing other business mergers deigned to look over.

“Elide! My coffee!” Her Uncle Vernon roared into the intercom, thick syllables rasping out. The machine’s blaring grated against her ear drums at it whirred off. Slamming the last cabinet shut, she locked up, and headed towards the kitchen. Not only was she the secretary, but the kitchen staff as well—and the event coordinator, personal relations specialist, and treasurer.  

Because she was Vernon’s only employee; everyone knew his ruthless practices:  With low wages, long business hours, and little respite, Morath Company frequented as the one of the business that still practiced brutal techniques, not only through the use of vertical and horizontal integration, but also through the filled corruption of scandals and feuds. No one dared to work for him save herself—ruined and crippled and chained to her Uncle.

Until she turned eighteen years old, she could not legally walk away from her guardian. When that long-awaited time came, she knew Vernon would have finally found a way to hold her permanently within his grasp. The wait drew anticipation within her, a source of murky hope. Unclear her future may be, but it had to be better than to slave away.

She hummed softly to herself, swaying on her feet as best as she could. By the time she had delicately carried the cup of steaming coffee into Vernon’s office, he had moved on into requesting an apple fritter, declaring he’d slash half of her pay for being too slow. Again.

Elide had merely bit her lip, and wobbled out of the office.

Maybe if he had hired more employees, Vernon Company would ruin more smoothly. Maybe if he had increased her pay, she would have more motivation to work harder. Maybe if he hadn’t chained her into his office when she first worked there, she wouldn’t move so slow.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Never affirmatives, always questioning.

Always dreaming for the future, always living in the nightmare.

Vernon had slapped a new assignment on her desk by the time she returned her little work room. Elide inhaled sharply through her nose as Vernon instructed her to organize his latest dealing with the EPA in convincing them to grant them permission to build an oil well near the Mississippi. She wanted to say no and protest the outright disgust that the risk of the oil spill and build up of a harmful infrastructure for the environment was not a potential investment—especially as a distributary channel.

But she had learned the hard way to keep her mouth shut. It was the only way to prolong the pain. To bite her tongue was to save skin, but drive her mind into pieces. What she could eat, wear, love—all aspects restricted to her Uncle, her last living family tie. Of all strung love, the sneers had snipped away the strings of bent loyalty. Only time remained as her closure.

Her fingers traced the outline of her calendar, nails tapping the date of her eighteenth birthday.

Soon.

Smoothing down her business skirt, she scheduled a phone conference with the EPA and placed that vapid smile onto her face. A blank face for the future clean slate.

She was Elide Lochan, and she would find a way out of this prison, coming in all shapes and sizes conjured by the metal at her ankle and bars in her mind.

Until then, she would play with Vernon.

Los Angeles, California

“Dammit!” Rowan cursed. “How did we lose this rutting business deal with the EPA? Our policies ally with their every move.” The desk splintered from impact with his fist.

Fenrhys threw his hands up in the air. “Why—how—are we losing our connections all to the horrid Morath Company?”

“Stop bloody shouting!” Gavriel shouted, pulling the roots of his hair. “We need this to work. So stick your nose back in the desk and breathe.”

Vaughan pinched the bridge of his nose and inhaled his full cup of herb tea in one swallow. The others either paced around the room in hopes of releasing their anger while the others stormed out. The anger radiated within the room, a broken instrument victim of the feats of reckless runned reactions.

“Does it look like I give a flying fuck?” Lorcan snarled. “Maeve is blackmailing us again. If we don’t get this deal, she’ll rip apart our company for sure.” The duty to hang onto the shred of their independence hung volatile among them.

Fenrhys slammed his head against the desk rather violently, again and again, until the noise created a short cacophony. Gavriel grabbed his shirt’s collar and tossed him against the wall. “Stop acting like a child.”

“Obviously they have a mastermind in there,” Rowan said, ignoring his companions, and the rumblings of complaints. “Someone with the brains and words. The persuasion and the manipulation.”

“Someone with more hold than Maeve,” Lorcan mused.

“Impossible,” Gavriel snapped, ignoring Fenrhys’s sulking. “Maeve has been controlling us for the past damned ten years. You can’t get more powerful than that.”

Vaughan rolled his eyes. “You’re acting like we’re at the top of the hierarchy.”

Fenrhys narrowed his eyes at him, rubbing his jaw. “Who’s side are you on?”

“It doesn’t matter. We need to start searching through Morath’s database and narrow down the selection of employees and see who we’re going to kidnap. Use him to our advances. Bribe him to stay quiet. Then release him if his heart still beats.” Lorcan stalked towards the computers and flipped on all the switches, feeling the familiar humming of electricity under his fingertips. His dark eyes flickered to the lines of codes, full of simplicity past the facade of complexity.  

“Kidnap?” Gavriel demanded, rising from his worn seat.

Lorcan slowly turned towards his cadre, sparing them a feral glance. “Did I stutter?”

Rowan swore, and strode next to the whirring computer. “If Maeve finds out the prisoner we capture, she’ll wire him. Transform him. Manipulate him.”

“You’re going along with this?” Gavriel scowled. “Break a plethora of laws, so cross another?”

Lorcan tensed, his fingers flying across the keyboard, clacking away lines of code. Stiffness coated every inch of him, but he merely growled lowly in warning.

Vaughan shook his head, ignoring the amber-eyed male seething. “Maeve won’t find out. Not if she sees it as a conquest and nothing more. If one of us...show interest in him, then this scandal would not arouse suspicion.”

Fenrhys coughed. “You aren’t suggesting—”

“One of you will seduce CEO Vernon’s head informants,” Lorcan clipped out. “Whether male or female, I do not care. But you will make it happen.”

Fenrhys bristled as all heads turned towards him.

The Las Vegas Strip, Nevada

Work had drained her, ten hours of relentless scribbling and talking, full of sweet, empty words. If only the interviewed her insides and intentions, then would they see the black water running through her, flooding her lungs. Every breath tasted of the lies of liberty and poison of power.

The lust filled looks washing over her body was nothing new. Neither was hurrying through the less dense streets where lamp light rays flickered away into ceased existence.

The moment Elide walked down the alley, she knew something was wrong. The night was a calm tranquility harboring deeper secrets than the sun’s horizon, but never did it fade into utter silence.

Something was off.

She wormed through her bag until she palmed her pepper spray, and slowly inched up her skirt where her laid strapped against her thigh. No one, not even Vernon, knew that she carried weapons with her.

Except Manon. The cunning mafia leader had taught her how to survive on the streets when she’d save Elide from near assault after she was caught in the after-effects of a crossfire. Howls had filled the air, snarling and savagery whipping around her.

But this was a silent, sinister after thought. A rattling her bones left hollowness seeping through her.

Stone from the slanted roof clattered to the floor on her left, and Elide froze.

“Shit,” a male’s voice said.

“Shut up, Fen—”

The entire roof collapsed, and Elide let out a shriek as the stones hit the floor along with bodies.

Beautiful, male bodies. The most beautiful creatures she’d ever seen. Flesh did not scare as they rose from the ground, dark abominations with crooked halos. The closest—she assumed was Fen—held up his hands in protest.

“We come in peace,” he said, his voice a low melody.

But dark and dangerous.

Another dark-haired figure next to him snickered out, “Hey, props that she’s a girl.”

The shape of another male appeared from behind him, this one formed with broader shoulders and arms corded with sheer muscle. His fall had ripped apart his black-pressed shirt, a thin line of blood trickling across his chest. He snorted at his companion’s statement, rubbing his jaw with his large hands. A rough-hewn face met her own trembling posture, her bottom lip threatening to spill.

Yet—never had injuries looked so magnificent. Never had the darkness so called to her. Never had she tasted freedom.

Elide mentally slapped herself. Bit down on her tongue. Gripped the pepper spray tighter.

“What do you want?” She managed.

The male raised an eyebrow, his midnight black hair rippling with the night. “What I want to know, Elide Lochan, is why you’re the only person working for CEO Vernon.”

Elide Lochan trembled. No one knew that—no one. Vernon had even coded millions of nonexistent names with false identities into his computer to seem as if he had millions under his command as his last action of actual work. No one could re-route that direction and clear the coding and decipher the assortment of jargon.

Unless—

A mocking bow. “Expert hacker, Lorcan Salvaterre. And CEO of the Cadre Companies.”

Now

Jakarta, Indonesia

Elide wiped the back of her hand across her forehead, sighing as the beads of sweat continued to run down her forehead. California knew storming deserts and tepid springs, but Indonesia oozed humidity that had each of her pores leaking in response. 

Pressing her bag closer to hip and grasping the clasp tightly, she weaved through the bustling streets. Vendors leaned forward at her sides, nimble hands flashing forward, the town the perfect hole to pickpocket. Vibrant cloths and teeming displays glamoured the wiped-down fronts. Every smile and wave of a hand served as a distraction as the unsuspecting pockets or zippers opened, only for seconds later, curses to fill the air as victims realized their foolishness. 

Elide reasoned she would be the same victim to the games if she weren’t a werewolf. 

Her hands instinctively enclosed around a wrist, and squeezed. A little boy fell out of a stall, his face beet red. A warm wind had his long locks of dark curls slapping across his face, coated with black streaks of grime and dust. 

As Elide gripped him, her eyes absorbed the thin scars painting his scrawny arms.“Who did this to you?” Elide murmured softly, her other hand firmly tightening its hold on her bag, ignoring the rest of the curious eyes peeking from behind the tapestry stall.

The boy shook his head, hitting some of the hanging threats of rainbow hues. “Can’t say.” His other hand flailed out and pantomimed zipping his lips. 

She slowly sniffed the air, narrowing down the scents. Of all the vendors in this street, this particular stall held the only one inhabited by werewolves—young ones, to be precise, which was odd considering the fact not one smelled rogue. Lest the laws forbid it, any pack forbid young wolves, prone to be subject as pawns or used as threats, wander alone.

“Where’s your alpha?” Elide asked, and slipped her fingers around a pendant in her bag. Yanking it out, and angling her body closer to the stall, she palmed the ruby.The boy’s eyes widened, his other hand reaching out.

Elide retracted the gem. “Alpha?” 

The boy loosed a small, defeated sigh. “Dunno. Probably killing or fucking.”

Her eyes widened. A sound escaped her throat. “Are you sure?”

The boy’s eyes turned dark. “Alpha killed mother. Alpha fucked sister. Alpha does same to others.”

Elide knew by the sweeping undercurrents of bitterness and acerbic taste in the tongue that the boy’s sister simply hadn’t been taken without strand of dignity or consent. It seemed she had come across one of the boundless alphas, spending wiles and wills on the wild mind rather than the collective security of duty. Her insides shuddered, her skin prickling in sorrow for the fate of the pack, for only the true chaotic cursed ruled in this new era. “What’s your name? I’m Elide.” She knew it was a risk to expose herself openly like that, but by the boy’s fragile state, he wouldn’t be able to fully mind-link his alpha that another werewolf not from his pack set on his claimed territory. By tomorrow, she’d completed her mission and be sailing back towards California.

It’d been too long before she had been in the eastern hemisphere, where two years ago, no alpha pack had deigned to rule over the torrid terrain and scorching soils of Jakarta. Only the ruined would dare claim the chance to tame the lands.

“I’m Nox.” The boy blushed. “Nox Owens.”

Elide released her grip and slid the ruby into the boy’s hand. Before he could disappear behind the fluttering, threaded colors of clarity and brightness, Elide leaned in, whispering, “Don’t grow bitter, Nox, but better.”

She set off for the streets, attempting to cover her scent with newfound vigor—her only supposed gift for her runted wolf side. Hiding in rabbit burrows did have advantages, but brought out whispers of disgust and pity to those who saw her other form. If she completed her unspoken task easily, then she’d be out of the ground quicker. Intruding on another's territories had never been one to her liking, unlike Aelin’s boldness. Being the one of the several Alpha females must have had its perks, a craving Elide would never have fulfilled.

Hurrying up the steps into a small building with a slanted roof, she pushed past the wooden door, the blast of the cranked of air conditioner eliciting a satisfied sigh. Footsteps rounded from the corridor, and Elide grinned as she stared at the familiar white-haired acquaintance, dressed in the ever trademark dark clothes. 

“It’s good to see that Aelin hasn’t quite roughened you up yet,” said Manon, twirling her favorite blade in her fingers. “I’ve not got much on my end except for an Alpha Lycan settling here in the wastes.”

Elide unpacked her bag, pouring out the sparkling jewels for later bartering and bribing. “A Lycan?”

The more feral and wild kind of werewolves in the supernatural world, Lycans dominated over packs and reigned as royalty. Feared by most younger vampires and worshipped by regular werewolves, Lycans challenged the social order of the supernatural system. She’d met not just five three years ago, but one certain dark-eyed Lycan well enough to wish herself dead and nothing but dust in the earth; an encounter enough to drive her into a frenzied state of one she’d never envisioned herself, the simplicity rested in certainty.

“I saw a little pup today,” she murmured. “Alone in the streets.” The urge to protect the small one had rammed repeatedly in her head, ringing with resonance within every crevice. The lost, wide eyes reminded her of a younger version of herself, afraid and in awe of the wide world who offered terrors and tranquility. A desperation had flashed through him beyond that draped curtain of fear.

“This Lycan’s known to treat omegas poorly.” Manon rolled her shoulders. “He may not give a lick about what happens to those who toil in soil, but his warriors form a force of sheer strength.”

“Which is why your Thirteen still haven’t drive him away?” She had an inkling of feeling running through her veins, a snap of hopefulness thrumming through her. Manon’s silence was enough, and Elide rolled an amber stone across the table. The white-haired female easily caught it in her hands, rubbing the smooth surface. As a witch, her stance held hold over other supernatural creatures, only challenged by the ancient throng of individuals, including the older vampires who had seen the early revolutions of barred freedom and processed colonialism. 

“Which Lycan are we dealing with?” asked Elide, for the true forest bred creatures of the night called Lycans numbered to a few to be counted on hand’s fingers. Each reigned deadly in their own particular ways, each a foe to be reckoned with, each immortal and an aura of powerful. 

The leader of the primeval witch clan snapped her teeth—not at the fellow wolf who held youthful ebullience hidden within the shaded depths of dark orbs, a drawn and drab curtain across that flaring spark of cunning, restrained lore, but at the thought of the Lycan in her wasted lands. Manon crossed her arms. “This Lycan has dared to claim my territory as is, infiltrating my streets and my rings. I’m losing my contacts in a flushed drain.”

“What does this have to do with Aelin sending me here?” If gathering intel was all that was required, then she’d be heading back home to the sunny, albeit windy, shores of California within no time.

Manon gripped the stone tightly, the sharp noise of cracking piercing the air. “No,” the witch said slowly, opening her palm. Elide watched the cracks of the reddish brown hues fall listlessly to the floor, a distant reminder of the salted liquid running through her and scorching her mind. “You need to seduce Lycan Lorcan Salvaterre.”

A heartbeat of silence, then Elide coughed, clutching her chest. Pain sweltered through her, rivulets of rage racing across her vision, clear as the freshwater without a facade of fiction. Lorcan Salvaterre, the newest, most dangerous and wild Lycan that had appeared out of nowhere three years ago, the one who had shaken the very soils of her roots. The phantom bite at her neck flared at the name, her entire body shaking and trembling, the memories of the madness running amuck her mind.  

Time healed the blemished bruises and scrapes of scratches, but only bred the psychological damages burning and branding her insides. 

“Elide!” Manon called sharply, shaking her shoulders firmly, halting the flood of feelings. “Do you accept the deal?”

The figure of a rough-hewn face emerged through the fog of recollection, onyx eyes boring into her soul, warm hands skimming her skin, sending sparks through her. A dance of danger and dignity, her body a violin to his tune, unleashed and forbidden. The crescendo of emotions that had ruled her into the haunted female—werewolf—that she was today.

“Yes,” Elide managed to gut out, a sick smile spreading across her sunken eyes. Riled revenge spun, a chance of millions emerging through the unsolicited closure of three year’s time. She didn’t have to ask why the new type of mission when another vice wormed through her. “I accept your deal, Manon.”

It was time to return the forged game of unforgotten secrets and tempted betrayal—one in which no longer pawn reigned as herself, but the CEO of the Cadre Company, Lorcan Salvaterre, the robber baron of her heart. 

A retribution for what Lorcan Salvaterre had done to her three years ago.