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[crystalwillow]

So is this still happening or... is it dead and buried like many other series that are incomplete? Because there’s only December 2020 left? Like....

[god-save-the-keen]

Hogwarts!AU, strangers to lovers trope, RoD book, “wait, wait. say that again. please.”

Thanks for the request sweetie! I hope you like it! I had a lot of fun writing this!

Detention

AU: Hogwarts + Trope: Strangers to lovers + prompt: "Wait, wait. Say that again. Please." From this list!

Pairing: Logan x MC

Warning: None, fluff

Words: 1141

Note: The James Potter I mention here is Harry's son not his father.

Permanent tagg list: @gardeningourmet @eileendannie @desireepow-1986 @dawn-1994 @darley1101 @blackcatkita @flyawayboo @drakewalker04 @luckyferrero @choicesficwriterscreations

RoD tagg list:  @mskaneko

Logan x MC tagg list: @annekebbphotography @brightpinkpeppercorn @srta-give-me-my-jax-rl

Ellie headed to the door, her cape hanging perfectly on her shoulders, her tie proudly showing the blue and grey of Ravenclaw and her fingers reminiscent of ink after having been working on Professor Slughorn's homework parchment. She had written ten more inches than what he required about the properties of the antidote potion, she was sure he would appreciate it. Her feet lead her to the hallway that would take her to the trophy room, what used to be her favorite spot to study (it was empty most of the time) this evening was her detaining place. She grumbled all the way. It wasn't her fault that the herb that she needed grew within the limits of the Forbidden Forest! And that it has to be collected at midnight! Or that she needs it for her antidote! So unfair.

She entered the room five minutes early, crossed her legs on the floor and started to read the transformation book. A tall boy, with a loose Gryffindor tie, runs through the door, breathless, looking around happily grinning after a few seconds.

"Just in time." He murmured leaning his back against the opposite wall with his arms behind his head, sighing. Ellie rolled her eyes. Of course she had to share pushniment with him, like it wasn't enough to hear him laughing or fooling around with James Potter in the classes that both houses shared, deconcentrating her.

"Cooper. Wheeler." Professor McGonagall severe voice suddenly came from the door frame. "Tonight you are going to clean and polish every single one of the trophies. Don't even try to use magic, I cast a spell around them. I'll see you in two hours." She turned to leave but glanced back at the boy as an irritated tone took over her voice. "And for God sake, Cooper, adjust your tie at once!" The boy just snorted.

Ellie stood up and took a rag, scrubbing the closest cup. Coming from a home of wizards, she had never done anything like this. "I'm not going to do your part while you are lazing around, you know that right?" She said, annoyed, as the cup looked exactly the same, ignoring her efforts.

"Jeez, you are worse than Flinch." 

"I am not!" He smirked starting to polish a plaque, his eyes observing her a few seconds longer.

"So."

"So?" 

"What’s a model student like yourself doing in detention?" 

"Flinch found me at the edge of the Forbidden Forest last night… I um, I was collecting some herbs for Potion class."

"Such a Troublemaker." She heard the grin in his voice and her cheeks turned hot.

"It's not very exciting, I know. You don't have to mock me." 

"I'm not. Whoever get even close to the Forbidden Forest at night has my respect."

"Thanks, I think." She sneaks a look his way noticing his blue eyes for the first time in six years and how tall he actually was. "What did you do?"

"Well, there's a tiny little possibility that James and I used some Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes fireworks at Slytherin's practice." He placed another shiny plaque in place and she smiled at him. That explained why the team had suddenly ran inside the castle, leaving mud everywhere.

"How are you doing that?"

"Doing what?" He asked, surprised.

"Make them so shiny!" He chuckled, shaking his head, getting close.

"You need to make circular motions, a little harder, and use a lot less product." He grabbed a Quidditch cup and put on a drop of product. "You haven't cleaned as a muggle before?"

"No, my parents are wizards. I only saw this in my Muggle Studies class." 

"I see." He expertly started to polish it, making small circles.

"You? Your parents are wizards too?" She was enjoying the chat and didn't want to stop. However, he stood in silence long enough to convince her he wouldn't answer.

"I wouldn't know. I was adopted as a baby… At least for a while. Until my powers kicked in and scared everyone around me since no one was a wizard or knew I was."

"I'm sorry, Logan." She held his arm, giving it a soft squeeze. He looked at her hand on his arm and into her eyes, a mix between surprise that she knew his name and something else that she couldn't place. He didn't move away and she didn't take her hand off for a while.

"It's okay. I'm here now and I can do magic so everything got better." He noticed that the cup in his hands was clean and sparkling. "Your turn. Just because you are cute doesn't mean I'm going to clean all this." 

"You think I'm cute?" Her eyes widened as he kept cleaning. "Wait, wait. Say that again. Please." His cheeks flushed a bit as he stood in silence, working on a big House Cup. "By the way, my name is..."

"Eleanor." He avoided her eyes, still blushed. "Ellie. You are the smartest girl in our year, you are Ravenclaw, although going at night to the Forbidden Forest proves you are brave too, you had the highest notes in OWL last year and you have a ginger owl." Her cheeks matching his. "We shared a compartment on our first Hogwarts Express trip too and you kept talking non-stop about how much you'd like to be Ravenclaw." A sweet smile spread on his face at the memory. "I was glad that you got in." 

"Thanks." She grinned, happily surprised that he remembered their first trip together. "I remember as well but I didn't think you would." 

"And yes, I think you are cute." He continued but before either of them could add anything else, Professor McGonagall stood in front of them. 

"That's all for today. Mrs. Wheeler, you are done. Mr. Cooper…" She observed his tie, still hanging sloppily on his neck. "... I'll see you Monday." And she left. Logan took his backpack, headed to the door and, after one second of hesitation, turned to face her. 

"Are you going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?"

"I think so." She had planned to study the whole day, taking advantage of the mostly empty castle and definitely deserted library but maybe her plans were about to change. And she was more than okay with that.

"You wanna go with me?" He casually adjusted his backpack on his shoulder and took off the tie, fiddled with it. "You know, like a date."

"I'd love to." Ellie smiled at him and he returned the gesture, looking happier than she thought he would. He walked with her until reaching the Ravenclaw hallway.

"So, 2pm at the front door?" 

"Perfect." She stood in her tiptoes, quickly kissed his cheek and headed to the bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle, turning her head one last time, smiling. "I can't wait." 

"See you tomorrow, Troublemaker." 

❣️

[save-the-sky]

I still can't believe PB gave us a free graduation attire

[jamesashtonisbae]

She Sets the City on Fire Part 1

She Sets the City on Fire Part 1

Word Count: 1453

Pairing: Logan x MC; Colt x MC 

Book: Ride or Die

Rating: M

Warnings: Swearing - J. Cole lyrics

Summary: Aleigha is a good girl gone bad.  She’s going to try to keep both parts of herself.  

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, Pixelberry studios does!

Author’s Note: This flew off my fingers and is one of my favorite ideas I’ve had.  I love good girl gone bad Aleigha.  Ingrid starts as the narrator briefly, but MC will be the narrator for almost all the rest.

Tagging: @desiree-0816​ because she is my ROD encourager.  Also @brightpinkpeppercorn​ and @princessstellaris​ because 100 years ago (June or July) when I wrote a Logan x MC fic they were so kind to comment and ask to be put on a tag list!

Songs: Middle Child, Miss America, Motiv8 by J. Cole

Ingrid 

“Where are you going?” Ingrid asked as Aleigha as she flat-ironed her hair one last time.  Ingrid took in her roommate’s zebra Yeezy Boost’s, prison orange pants with a cutout where she could see Aleigha’s black lace panties, black bandeau showing severe underboob, and thick orange choker. 

“Out,” Aleigha said as she applied some nude lipstick.

“What on earth are you wearing?  You look like a traffic cone,” Ingrid shoved a bite of takeout into her mouth.

“A hot traffic cone?” Aleigha stuck out her tongue as she touched up her mascara.

More like a hot mess, Ingrid thought.  Out loud she said, “You’ll have no shortage of guys who want to fuck you, that’s for sure.”

“Good. That means they’ll underestimate me.”

“Aleigha, where are you going?” Ingrid insisted.  Who was Aleigha talking about that would underestimate her?  Ingrid never knew what Aleigha was talking about, but especially not when she was being so cryptic.

“Out.”

Ingrid blew out an exasperated breath at her roommate.  All throughout the summer, Aleigha would take off for hours upon end, and she had no idea where she went.  Whenever Ingrid would text her, she would get a ‘Message Not Delivered’ response.  But, as long as Aleigha kept her side of the room clean and didn’t wake her up when she came home late, Ingrid didn’t really care where Aleigha was going and what she was doing with her time. 

Maybe she should have cared a little more.

Aleigha

Aleigha left her dorm in what she knew was the most revealing outfit she could possibly have worn.  It had taken her months to find the underground racing connections in Boston, but with a well-placed bet on the MLB All-Star game, she won one name.

With that one name, she had been able to prove she was a damn good driver.  She outsmarted more experienced drivers, outpaced faster cars, and took down whole crews.  Tonight was her first night attending an actual sideshow since LA.  It was her first night competing as the solo driver ever.

She got into her firetruck red car, and batted, in order, the dice hanging from her rearview window, the sparkplug necklace next to it, and the cactus ornament on her dash.  After one last glance, she put LA out of her mind.

Every day she thought about getting a new paint job.  She knew it wouldn’t change anything about anyone finding her, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.  She’d dyed her hair blonde, she’d gotten blue-colored contacts, she’d gotten a phoenix sleeve tattoo.  But changing her car was something she wasn’t ready to do.

She flicked on her stereo, turning up J. Cole’s The Fall Off album, losing herself in the beat and the poetry.  She loved driving in races, the precision, the strategy, the adrenaline all made her feel alive.  Aleigha was a student, always studying the best outcomes and the best means to the desire end.  And so, she was well-suited to racing.  But, she loved letting go and just driving for fun.  Like right now.

10 minutes later, she pulled up at the location.  As she got out and stood out in front of her car, she knew that all her hard work had paid off.  Not to get into Langston, instead, to get into this sideshow.  She was finally home.

After a couple hours of interacting with people, talking about her car and her experience in Boston, trying to get anyone to take her on their crew, the races finally started.  She had made it into the second to last one, the headliner was some out of towner everyone referred to as “The Troublemaker”.  The irony of that being Logan’s nickname for her was not lost on her, but when she asked what he drove, she was told he drove some model she’d never heard of, not a Devore GT.

“Why do you care, Babe?  It’s not him you’ll be going home with at the end of the night,” a burly man in a wifebeater said, leaning down toward her.

Internally, she cringed, but externally, she winked and said, “I know I’ll need some consoling if the Troublemaker beats me tonight.  You’ll be on the list, big guy.”

He grinned, a big toothless grin, and finally walked away.  She shuddered, then got into her car to drive it up to the start.  As she fiddled with her radio, trying to get the volume on the right number, her playlist in the right order, and her ornaments in the right position, she heard other cars pull up next to her.  Deciding to ignore them, she looked up at the girl holding the flag and wearing the same outfit she was, basically, and waited for the signal.

I’m counting my bullets

I’m loading my clips 

I’m writing down names 

I’m making a list

I’m checking it twice and I’m getting ‘em hit

The real ones been dyin’

The fake ones is lit

This game is off balance

I’m back on my shit

The Bentley is dirty

My sneakers is dirty

But that’s how I like it

She took in a deep breath, and then the flag went down.  In an instant she had thrown her car into gear and jumped to a fast start.  She maneuvered out in front of her competitors and was flying down the track. 

Even if it was a bit flawed, her strategy was start ahead and stay ahead.  She knew her car was not as fast as others, so sometimes she wouldn’t be able to win with that strategy, but if she fooled people into thinking she couldn’t maintain it and she did, she’d be fine.  She banked on everyone underestimating her and thinking she was naïve.  So she leaned into it a lot.

And the fact that she timed her playlist to the track she was driving required her to start ahead and stay ahead.

A glance in her rearview told her a car was keeping up right behind her.  She knew that trying to block out this one car would probably mean that someone else would pass her.  So she let him pull alongside her.  She didn’t dare look, but she knew it had to be The Troublemaker.

They stayed that way around curves and corners and past the halfway mark and all the way to the final straightaway.  She knew he was going to be very precise when he turned on his NOS, so she would have to be on her A game.

She held until she knew she heard her cue to release.

Fuck the man, Uncle Sam I won’t sell your crack

I won’t fight your wars, I won’t wear your hat

I’mma pass your classes, I’mma learn your craft

I’mma fuck your daughters, I’mma burn your flag

As soon as she heard it, she released the valve.  She shot out in front of the person next to her and knew he had done it a second too late.  She knew she had won.  All she had to do was hold her car straight.

When she crossed the line a few moments ahead of the other driver, she sighed in relief.  It was nice to have beaten someone who was pretty renowned at her first sideshow.  She grinned and cranked her music, listening to her last few bars. 

Too many times I swallowed my pride

I'm crackin' a smile, I'm dyin' inside

My demons are close, I'm tryin' to hide

I'm poppin' a pill, I'm feelin' alive

She was lost in the lyrics when she heard a knock on her window.  Looking out, she saw the sideshow organizer looking in at her. 

“You getting out,” he glanced down at his list and read her name, “Lennon St. James?”

“Yes.  One second,” she turned to her glovebox and pulled out an orange hat, just to cover herself a little more and make herself even less recognizable.

She walked over to claim her prize money, getting second looks from all the people who had spoken to her earlier and told her they didn’t have room for her in their crew.  A couple of men whistled at her still, but now looked like they had a healthy fear of her.

Aleigha took the cash the organizer held out to her, then turned to head back to her car.  She was bumped by whoever the second-place finisher was on his way to get the cash on her way back.  It knocked her off center and she fell to the ground, disgusted.

“Hey!” she shouted, glancing up into a familiar pair of chocolate brown eyes. 

“You know, there are easier ways to get my attention.”

“Lo…” she breathed out. 

“Hey Troublemaker.”

[melaninnntae]

There is no better romance system than the one in Perfect Match. It was so flexible & you could be in one relationship if that’s what you wanted or be in all & have it actually acknowledged (& not us just hooking up with everyone & only ending up with one person while none of the other LIs bat an eye). They need to bring it back again.

I propose with ROD2 bc I want to get absolutely railed by all my LIs while also cuddling with all of them & holding hands....Thanks for coming to my ted talk 🤝

[melaninnntae]

To let it be known, if I open that newsletter tmr & see some wheels or swords, I will NOT shut up about it. That will literally be all I talk about from that day forward.