#KINGSLEY: 001

[battle-scvrs]

When the owl landed on his desk with a letter from Rosmerta to say that she had closed the deal on the Three Broomsticks, Kingsley immediately sent one back to say he'd be there as soon as his shift finished to celebrate with her. The next few hours felt like they were dragging which was a feeling Kingsley rarely had at work given how much he loved his job, but he ached to go and celebrate with his friend. As soon as he could, Kingsley disapparated to Hogsmeade where it had already started to get dark out. Ducking into the Hogs Head first, Kingsley had to throw down a few extra knuts down to get the 'beef' stew to take out. Casting a warming charm to keep it hot as he made his way back up the high street, Kingsley strode up to the door of the Three Broomsticks and nudged it open with his foot.

Setting the tubs of food down on the nearest table, Kingsley's eyes searched Rosmerta's before he beamed at her. "You, my brilliant friend, are the only person on this Earth that I would risk my life for by eating Aberforth's stew. Come here, I'm so proud of you," he said, drawing his friend into a hug. @ofxsorcery

[sushiwrote]

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they say in life, you reap what you sow... and sowing his wild oats is something desire kingsley has done very well for the last four years.

little is known about his past, but he has built quite the reputation for his magnetic charm, irresistible allure, and numerous hookups. the man, who is somewhat of a myth, has spent the last four years indulging in the pleasures that fame and fortune can offer.

as a renowned film production manager, his work ventures often take him all over the world.

his latest project, 'nothing to lose,' an action film with his best friend, superstar actor chase wilson cast as the leading male, has brought him to the vibrant yet mysterious city of lagos, nigeria, where his insatiable appetite for women and proactive fun leads him right to akua ( ah KOO uh ) adefolahan , an enticing stripper who happens to be the daughter of a powerful black axe mobster and has a more than interesting crew of friends.

the black axe, known for their ruthless control over parts of the city, is a secretive and tightly-knit brotherhood involved in various illegal activities, from extortion to smuggling. their influence runs deep, and crossing them can have deadly consequences.

unaware of the full extent of the danger he's stepping into, desire finds himself drawn into akua's world, where loyalty is everything and betrayal is met with swift retribution.

as desire's relationship with akua deepens, he inadvertently becomes entangled in the mob's affairs, making him a potential target for both the law and rival factions. the carefree lifestyle he's used to living is suddenly under threat as he navigates the murky waters of lagos's criminal underworld.

what started as a casual fling now holds the potential to unravel not just his career, but his life. when he stepped on african soil, he wasn't looking for love, but what he found was something far more dangerous.

in africa, there's a proverb as old as time. it goes, ' he who digs a grave for his enemy might as well be digging one for himself too. '

... ♡  𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚁𝙴: 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁  ⠀─ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐜  𝐱  𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 !

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this story is intended for mature audiences only. it contains themes and content that may not be suitable for all readers. please review the following trigger warnings before engaging:

i. drug use/addiction , ii. graphic descriptions of violence , iii. crime/organized crime , iv. sexual content/sex for hire , v. death/murder , vi. betrayal , vii. manipulation/blackmail and or coercion , viii. explicit language , ix. adult themes , x. human torture , xi. psychological trauma / mental illness and more triggers may be mentioned.

in this book, you will encounter a blend of nigerian pidgin and english. nigerian pidgin is a widely spoken creole language in nigeria, and is being used in this narrative to bring authenticity, and a unique aspect to this body of work as it aligns with the cultural settings of lagos and its people.

any pidgin use will come with a definition/meaning for your understanding throughout the story.

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THE STORY: 000 / 001 / 002 / 003 / 004 / 005 / TBA.

[divinescannibalism]

000 — space prince based npts !

requested by : @acespec-lesboy

001 — names ;

prin , vince , royal , rory , kingsley , archie , apollo , astro , astrophel , adel .

002 — pronouns ;

space/scapes, star/stars, royal/royals , ro/royal , prince/princes , pri/prince , high/highness , rose/roses .

003 — titles ;

the space prince , prns astro highness , the one who wears the crown , the royal of the astro , the star who is song of a king , the grace of the space

[thcactivist]

𝔀𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽... — pov 001

na fatídica reunião de ex-alunos, sabine sentia um misto de emoções. parte dela havia ficado nos anos idos e seria bom recuperar, ter um novo fôlego e frescor para a sua vida.

por outro lado, como sabine justificaria tantas mudanças em tão pouco tempo. o mistério da juventude sempre foi construir a própria personalidade e, sem muita explicação, viu a si própria destruindo tudo o que sempre defendeu por motivos familiares. a família deveria vir em primeiro lugar, não?

não apenas o choque de confrontar a sua essência, rever os colegas foi como se recobrar da realidade. todos estavam diferentes, com problemas e ninguém seria capaz de comprar tantos sorrisos falsos e conversas desconexas como algo bom. se cada um fingisse que não sabia que os outros estavam fingindo, o placar continuava o mesmo.

a volta para o estacionamento não foi tardia, afinal, quem conseguiria permanecer por ali depois do discurso horripilante do reitor? e como o homem seguia à frente da universidade, era um mistério bom de ser investigado; uma pena que suas preocupações eram outras.

os pais haviam alertado, o irmão já tinha sugerido, mas a rogers-sinclair usou o pouco da rebeldia que a restava para recusar o motorista particular da empresa naquela noite. em muitas outras ele havia sido seu fiel escudeiro, fosse para assuntos triviais ou de negócios.

em seu âmago, sabine sabia que aquele momento era apenas seu. encarar os próprios medos sozinha a levariam a outro patamar, confirmariam, inclusive, o seu sucesso constante na área mais importante da sua vida: a carreira.

os saltos já tilintavam do jeito errado no asfalto, deveria ter escolhido outro modelo para passar tanto tempo ali. um pouco afastado dos outros carros, a mercedes esperava por ela como um troféu.

sem se preocupar com os arredores ou se estava segura ali dentro, largou o corpo no banco do motorista sem perder tempo para tirar os sapatos, que foram jogados no único banco que tinha ao seu lado. o arranque do motor logo foi ouvido, sair dali era a sua primeira opção.

ainda tinha muito a absorver, muito a ponderar pelo tanto de conversas que teve, por tantas lembranças de uma sabine que não reconhecia de jeito algum.

o silêncio a seguiu até a garagem da sua cobertura, deixando que o carro falasse com ela e seus pensamentos flutuassem no pequeno espaço do conversível. silêncio este que cessou por um estranho bug no sistema elétrico, que fez o rádio disparar com uma música que certamente não fazia parte do seu repertório.

desligou o celular e pegou os próprios pertences, se deparando com algo que não era dela ali: um livro.

o primeiro instinto foi pegar o próprio smartphone e discar para a primeira pessoa que lhe veio a mente. celeste. ela entenderia o medo de sabine de ter seu espaço invadido em plena UCLA, talvez soubesse algo sobre pegadinhas dentro do reencontro?

folhear o item também não havia sido uma boa ideia, quem era gilbert kingsley e por qual motivo idiota a faria voltar para o hendrick hall? nem mesmo o olympic, seu dormitório, ela queria visitar.

desistiu de contatar a ex-namorada, não precisava que aquilo parecesse um precedente para se reconectarem depois de anos separadas. mas não deixou o celular de lado, logo procurando pelos detalhes da segurança do edifício e deixando um aviso de que queria rondas mais recorrentes por ali.

como se algo os repelisse, largou o livro no banco do carona e preferiu lidar com as consequências do reencontro no dia seguinte. a sabine de um futuro próximo poderia se esforçar para se reconectar com os colegas e descobrir de onde o livro veio. a sabine do presente, no entanto, só queria um banho quente e duas doses de melatonina para recobrar os sentidos.

o dia seguinte lhe aguardava, afinal, escolher viver naquela data de 2024 já tinha a desgastado demais.

[battle-scvrs]

There had to come a breaking point in this war at some point, but it was difficult to ignore the assumption that many of the Death Eaters were unemployed pure-blooded socialites who didn't have to worry about keeping their activities to after-work hours. That wasn't to say that there weren't plenty of Death Eaters who were employed, in fact Kingsley had his suspicions about many of the ministry employees, but he doubted that so many of the other side were as exhausted as the Order were getting. "Many things can be said about my parents, but the manners that they raised me and Sade with were absolutely perfect," Kingsley acknowledged. "Oh, absolutely she does. More than anyone."

Kingsley curled his hand around the beer glass, letting the cold sink into his skin as he considered Edgar's words. "I just...can't risk losing her. What happens to Jasper if she's gone? What happens to me if she's gone?" he said, his voice strained. "I would never dream of controlling her, and if she decides this is what she wants then by Merlin I will put her through training more rigorous than auror training. But you know as well as I that it only takes one rogue spell and that's it...the vicious scar on my side is testament to that. I'm scared for her."

He could agree with Kingsley, the nights were getting longer, and one they had finished with the ministry, they were off do order business. Things had been tense, especially with what happened with Frank, that they had their guard up more. "We can respect your mom." He laughed, a shake of his head. Edgar wanted to admit that he could tell the bars were getting busier, but his mind had been on other witches, that it was hard to keep from this thoughts, and considering his grandfather's death. "She deserves it." Ros worked hard.

Edgar could understand the worry when it came to his friends sister wanting to be part of the order, especially with have a toddler at home to take care of. He did his best to make sure the witch was out of harms way, but he knew it would only be a matter of time before she pushed for more. The wizard took a sip of his beer. "That is why we have to make sure she's trained properly." He knew how his own sister put herself in harms way at times, but it wasn't like this, grateful that she never asked to be part of what he did. "You know you are both safe with us."

[historylived]

ferdinand kingsley robert gadling eternal appreciation post --- 001 / ???

mutuals can interact.

[battle-scvrs]

There was a emotional war going on inside Kingsley's mind, and no amount of sitting and thinking about it privately would do him any good. It was almost selfish of him, but Kingsley figured if there was ever a time to be selfish was now. He'd heard whispers that Sade was angling for more missions within the Order and he'd be a liar if he said that didn't terrify him. He would never presume that he could control Sade or what she did, but that didn't mean he couldn't heavily warn against it. Kingsley apparated onto Sade's doorstep, knocking once as a courtesy before he pushed the door open and walked in. He'd timed it knowing Jasper would already be in bed, which meant that hopefully he could talk to his sister with minimal interruptions.

"Sade?" he called, his voice low so as to not wake his nephew. "Sorry for dropping in unannounced, but I need to talk to you. Urgently." @sadeshacklebolt

[battle-scvrs]

Kingsley cast his eyes over Aurora with a surveying eye, and her nervousness was evident. He didn’t want to terrify the poor girl, but equally, he was not willing to send unprepared fighters out into the field only to have to knock on their loved one’s doors and deliver the news that unfortunately their daughter had died. Rolling his shoulders as he settled himself for a defensive fight, Kingsley watched her body language with interest. He felt her need to prove herself, but he wasn’t going to make it easy for her. Deflecting her charm with a lazy flick of his wand, Kingsley sent back his own disarming charm. “Disarm me any way you can – assume your opponent will defend with the intent to attack. Next time, I will defend with jinxes."

Aurora was slightly nervous meeting with Kingsley. There was an intimidation that seemed to linger in the air and this need to make a good impression. It was important to show him that she was capable of taking care of herself, so that he would tell Edgar it was fine sending her back out on missions. "I know better than showing up late." Not that she would anyway, being prompt was one of her traits. Her eyes widen when he asks her to disarm him, glancing around where she could feel the magic of the charms surrounding them. Her wand secure in her grasp. She raises her arm, her gaze fixating on his wand. "Expelliarmus." She speaks clearly and sternly, flicking her wrist in the direction of where he is holding his wand.

[awwbuzz]

all was well sub-plots

004 // SUBPLOTS

001 // ST. MUNGO'S

A new curse has been flying through the dark streets of London. The wizards behind it have not yet been apprehended, but it can only be assumed that their intent is nefarious. Drain, as it's being called by the public, is a curse that nullifies a user's ability to use magic. It doesn't happen immediately. It starts slowly, gradually draining the wizard's magical abilities over a course of days and weeks before leaving them completely powerless, and in some cases, comatose. While some say it's only fear-mongering, those at St. Mungo's know the malevolent truth. Drain, or better known by the Ministry of Magic as Desiccatum Magus, is a dark curse that is suspected to have been released from the Department of Mysteries' vaults. In a race against the clock, St. Mungo's is grappling for a cure. Most wizards have been able to be awoken, but none with their magic.

PARTICIPANTS —

head potioneer, lyra malfoy the cursed the cursed the cursed cursebreaker cursebreaker

002 // GRIMOIRE UNIVERSITY

THE MURDER

Motive

During a group Divination session in Lethe society, a horrible future wizarding war was predicted. The prediction mentioned specifically that it would be started by one person. They are described as someone of great political ambition, who comes from a bloodline of change bringers, there was a sword on the table before them (Possibly seen as the House of Swords, or as someone who is a warrior, or a former Gryffindor - as in sword of Gryffindor), there was a crown above their head and a throne behind them (interpreted as the KING in Kingsley) but most prominently they had the Acheron society symbol around them.

There were some who interpreted the figure who started this future wizarding war as fitting the Shacklebolt daughter. The Lethe society leadership decided and announced to the members that they would bring this prophecy to the Department of Mysteries where it could be properly interpreted and actions taken if necessary. Shortly later, Elivinia was found dead.

The daughter of Kingsley Shacklebolt, Elivinia, also a member of the Archeron Society, was murdered. Many speculate that it was the doing of someone from the Lethe society, but in truth, this was a convenient coverup. Elivinia was cursed with Drain due to being targeted over an old fallout between her father and Silas Avery. Nobody knows Elivinia was cursed, as she saw the wizard who cursed her and was killed before she could tell anyone.

Start a war the Shacklebolt daughter might yet - but not in the way anyone anticipated. Will the students be able to piece together the mystery?LETHE

The Light //

Founded in the first year of Grimoire University, the Lethe society has been focused on exploring the different schools of magic beyond what standard curriculum teaches. They aim to go beyond what is known, thinking in terms of how and why, to practice new avenues of magic and expand on existing ones. There is an intense focus on society and the ways it can be improved when it comes to Lethe, and they often practice group rituals to divine the future in hopes of avoiding disaster, are responsible for upholding some of the protective wards for spellcasting on school grounds, and have funded themselves for years through innovative transfiguration castings.

Lethe’s members are known as upstanding members of society, and aim to leave the wizarding world better than they found it through this quest for knowledge. They attract members that have strong feelings about honor and morality, and refuse to participate in any of the darker arts — as they believe these only hurt society, resulting in the schism that created the Acheron society.

SCHOOLS OF MAGIC —

Abjuration, Divinatory & Transfiguration

INITIATION RITUAL —

Potential members are called to join the same whether they seek the dark or the light. A golden drachma is placed on their pillow with instructions on where to find the entrance to the meeting place. It's the initiations that differ.

Lethe initiates are handed a golden goblet filled with a shimmering blue liquid and told to drink, what it takes is not up to the one who drinks but by the magic itself. A memory taken and sent to the keeper, the memory may be as small as forgetting the ending to your favorite book, but as big as forgetting someone who you once cared for. No one knows why the magic takes the memory it does, only that in order to join the Lethe one must forget.

CURRENT MEMBERS —

one two three

ARCHERON

The Dark //

Ten years after the founding of Lethe society, it fractured into two different groups, of which one eventually became the Acheron society. There are many claims about the conflict being strictly about morality, but the truth is that it was about knowledge. While Lethe refuses to practice in any magic they do not see as improving, Acheron believes that all avenues should be explored, and that in the darker arts, much information can be found. Their vision is akin to fighting fire with fire, there should be no morality in the scholarship itself but more so on how it’s applied — if using magic with negative connotations can be used to create something new, it shouldn’t be banned.

Acheron members are known to be creative and resourceful above anything. They do not focus on morality as much, but their knowledge base is twice as large as a result. Acheron frequently hosts necromantic rituals to explore the world beyond death & in an attempt to figure out immortality, they have created ways to increase the intensity of many existing spells, and are working on a spell that replicates a similar effect to Polyjuice potion.

SCHOOLS OF MAGIC —

Necromantic, Illusion & Evocation

INITIATION RITUAL —

Potential members are called to join the same whether they seek the dark or the light. A golden drachma is placed on their pillow with instructions on where to find the entrance to the meeting place. It's the initiations that differ.

Acheron initiates are given a golden goblet with a black shimmering liquid to drink. And like the Lethe initiation it also takes from the drinker, but not permanently. For a week the initiate who has drank from the goblet will be unable to do anything but the smallest bits of magic. Forcing initiates to understand that the knowledge they seek may come at a price, and only those who are willing to pay it will find it.

CURRENT MEMBERS —

one two three

003 // THE BROTHERS GRIMM

The turmoil caused by the Drain curse has caught the attention of the Brothers Grimm, a vigilante group of ragtag animagi. Not favoring the way the Ministry has tried to play down recent affairs, whether it has been to prevent hysteria or save their own skin, the Brothers Grimm vowed to bring the offenders to justice themselves. While in the past, their focus was on taking out wizarding gangs, after one of their own men was cursed, the group turned their sights on something larger and more sinister. Some see the Brothers Grimm as heroes and are rallying behind them. Others, for exactly what they are - dangerous and out for revenge. The Ministry has sent their best hit wizards to contain them to no avail. United under a common cause, they won't stop until they have justice.

CURRENT MEMBERS —

 01. -- GRIMM.

Former auror turned vigilante leader. The oldest Grimm brother was always passionate about what he did. Maybe too passionate. The Ministry dismissed him due to his reckless behavior in multiple missions, deeming him too volatile to be part of the force. After months of feeling lost, he created the the Brothers Grimm with his brother and decided to take justice into his own hands.

 02. -- GRIMM

The younger brother and righthand man to the leader of the Brothers Grimm. He started the vigilante group with his older brother four years ago. He is the cool moon to his brother's hotheaded sun.

03. FIRST, LAST.

Before he joined the Brothers Grimm, he was part of a notorious gang. Balthazar saved him. He took him out of that life and showed him a new one, a better one.

04. FIRST, LAST.

They chose the wrong wizard when they cursed him. This is what set the Brothers Grimm's plans into motion. Before this, they focused their antics on taking out various gangs, drug dealers, and the vermin hiding in the cracks of Knockturn Alley. His powers aren't entirely gone yet, but they're fading fast.

 05. FIRST, LAST.

A former Ministry employee who worked in the courts of Wizengamot. He joined ranks with the Brothers after a particularly troubling case in which the killer walked free. Nobody knows of his involvement. He uses her involvement and status with the court.

 06. FIRST, LAST.

Owner of the Green Dragon, a pub and inn that serves as the meeting place for the Brothers. Warren opens his doors to his fellow vigilantes. They often meet there after hours.

 07. FIRST, LAST.

An informant working in St. Mungo's. She was abducted, as the Brothers planned to interrogate her for details. What they didn't anticipate was that, instead of resisting, she wanted to join them.

 08. -- SHACKLEBOLT.

The newest and youngest member. After his sister Elivinia, was murdered, he was the only one to suspect there was something more than the Prophecy at play. Wanting answers, he joined alliances with the Brothers Grimm. While they were reluctant to let him into their ranks at first, working in the Ministry, they decided that Shacklebolt would be a valuable asset. So they initiated him. He gained his animagus and now stands beside them.

004 // THE FIVE HORSEMEN

While it was thought that all those with the Dark Mark were apprehended or died in the Wizarding Wars, a group of radical pureblood supremists exist in the cracks of society. Unsuspected by those around them, they lead every day lives among their fellow wizards - among the assembly of Wizengamot, the auror you thought you could trust. These are the minds behind what some are whispering to be the Fourth Unforgivable Curse: Desiccatum Magus, or Drain.

CURRENT MEMBERS —

CONQUEST, SILAS AVERY (50S). The mastermind behind the curse's release. He pulls the strings of his lackeys like puppets, getting them to do his bidding, preying on what he knows each wants most. He believes magic should only be a privilege of pureblood wizards. They will reclaim it, no matter the cost. WAR, GREGORY GOYLE (50S) The one responsible for cursing the victims. While Avery sits on his throne and refuses to sully his hands, a lackey once again, Goyle carries out his commands. He is a hit wizard, whose position aids him in the mission and keeps suspicion at bay. FAMINE, --BLISHWICK (AGE) Working at St. Mungo's, he masquerades under the guise of a well-meaning potioneer, meanwhile relaying back what he learns to Avery like a snake. HE feeds on the man's approval like its the only sustenance he needs. DEATH, GALE YAXLEY (29). Wishing to protect Avery, who stood in as a father figure since Corban was apprehended for his crimes, Gale took the Shacklebolt girl's life to stop her from exposing the truth. Whether he truly believes in Avery's cause is uncertain. He is the wild card. FEAR, -- LESTRANGE (34). An Unspeakable working in the Department of Mysteries. Relentlessly loyal to Avery's cause, she was responsible for retrieving the curse from the vaults. She keeps the others in line should they overstep. It is said she knows a curse that can create illusions of the victim's worst fear to scare them to death.

[oftristans]

closed . / @kingsley-adam​

        ❝  i  don’t  think  i’ve  ever  been  so  thankful  to  be  at  hog’s  head  -  ❞   even  as  he  carries  a  rather  lukewarm  cup  of  butterbeer  in  the  palm  of  both  hands  ,  it  is  probably  the  first  time  he’s  managed  time  to  walk  off  campus  grounds  in  weeks  without  any  students  trailing  around  .  ❝  but  of  course  ,  to what  do  i  owe  the  pleasure  of  seeing  you  ,  my  friend  ?   if  it’s  something  sensitive  ,  ❞  a  head  roll  to  the  side  to  silently  point  out  the  stairs  that  went  upstairs  to  the  rooms  he’d  been  in plenty  of  times  .  

[battle-scvrs]

Kingsley had been out on investigation work when he'd received an urgent summons to a sleepy muggle village in the Yorkshire Dales that was now the site of a major crime scene. "The obliviators have been called," finished off the message, and with a sigh Kingsley abandoned the trail he'd been following and apparated to just outside of the village. The Dark Mark was high in the sky and must have been visible for miles, which led to a countless number of muggles who's memories needed wiping - never mind the victims of whatever Death Eater had decided to use unknowing muggles as their playthings.

Moving through the carnage, Kingsley joined in the bustling groups of ministry workers who were slowly lowering the floating muggles. He joined in the work of getting the muggles down, but whilst he did so he quickly and harmlessly used legilimency to see if the Death Eater at fault happened to be unmasked in any of their confused memories. It wasn't something he would do on a magical being, but if he interviewed any of these muggles all he would get back was confusion and nonsense. Sometimes, needs must.

Just as he raised his wand to return another muggle back to the ground, a shrill voice broke his concentration and Kingsley drew a sharp breath. "Lestrange...always a pleasure," he said, not shying away from her closeness. He would not be intimidated by this woman. "Oh, and they were so inappropriate...you can't blame me for continuing to hold those against you now, can you?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow. "As the auror in charge here, I must insist that if you are questioning any muggles that I am present...just to ensure good practice is being followed," he said, a firmness in his tone that confirmed he would not be swayed. "This is an active auror investigation, and certain processes must be followed especially where muggles are involved. I'm sure you understand, you're a reasonable woman."

Starter for: Kingsley Shacklebolt @battle-scvrs Where: a Muggle village, attended by Aurors and the Department of Magical Accidents & Catastrophes When: the middle of the day

As a Senior Minister, Bellatrix did not have to go out on active duties these days. But sometimes she inserted herself into the opportunity like a silver dagger slashing pretty pink flesh; wilfully and dishonourably.

So here she stood, the picture of elegance at a scene of terrible magical disarray. Muggles were floating around like inflated toys, caught in trees and windows and Merlin knew what else. Frankly, she couldn't care less. But her employer did care - and so did the Dark Lord. Aurors had been summoned, for her department had suspected foul play at the hands of Death Eaters.

The Dark Mark shining over the village post office did also slightly give the game away. That wasn't supposed to be there. Bellatrix now stood before it, a look of utter fury ripping her expression in two as she stared up at it and wondered which of her idiot allies had been so stupid to forget the most basic of commands. Eyes expanding in the sallow green haze, her hair whipped around her like streaming black ribbons, nails clenching into the palms of her hands. She was here to make this incident disappear from the Ministry's radar, but the Dark Mark made that work impossible.

Turning away, she headed forcefully towards the village square. She would rip the culprit's identify from one of these vile muggles' minds. That was the only thought in her head, until her sight fell upon Kingsley Shacklebolt and she smiled a smile of avaricious yearning.

"Hello Kingsley, my old friend." Stepping beside him, she stood too close for comfort and delicately brushed some non-existent dust from his cloak. Her eyes lingered on his midriff, where she knew he must harbour a sumptuous scar slashed by her own wand. Oh, how she'd love to see it.... Lips twitching with the involuntarily thirst for it, she pressed them into a curve and looked up into his expression. "You don't still hold a grudge against me, do you? For those inappropriate conversations at Hogwarts?" With a tsk, she stepped back and waved her fingers towards the Dark Mark. True anger filled her expression once more and she channelled the emotion into a new purpose. "Whoever is responsible for that must be caught and punished. You will have your perpetrator when I've finished questioning these muggles."

[lucianollivander]

@kingmeshacklebolt​

Lucian frowned. 

         He hated when he was put on assignments with a partner. Particularly someone who was not from his department, nor specialty. He shot a look over the Shaklebolt with a sigh. To top it all off they were in muggle London for this assignment. He looked around, pulling out a small black notebook at had the details of the case. “It looks like there’s two people to find.” He said somewhat gruffly. There was a stiffness in his actions that came from feeling that someone was watching him do his job. He didn’t need someone to check his work. He was talented and driven. Lucian was unsure why the both of them had been assigned to the case. 

         “It looks like someone was drunk on a broom, was seen by a family or two.” He mentioned. At least that would be easy to deal with. Children’s memories were already so moldable to begin with. Combine that with the memory charm and it seemed like an easy days work. Lucian looked over toward the other, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. He wasn’t sure how to proceed from that. 

[rhaekingsley]

tw: foto fofa de um ratinho

💬 to someone : qual a chance dos fantasmas esconderem seres vivos também? 

💬 to someone : por acaso você viu a tina por aí?

💬 to someone : 

💬 to someone : é a minha ratinha de estimação, ela sumiu... mas juro que ela é limpinha

💬 to someone : ela gosta de dormir dentro de meias na gaveta de meias

💬 to someone : pode dar uma olhada nas suas meias?

[seekingbenjy]

Desk Duty Castoff || Benjy and Kingsley

“Hey.” Benjy says, chucking a balled up wad of paper over the cublicle wall at Kingsley’s head. 

“They’re letting me off early for good behavior.”

Benjy puts the box of his personal things back on his old desk. “Cleared for the field, mate. You think they’d know better than to give me the standard evaluation as if I haven’t had the responses memorized.”

He sets the plant Seamus got him for father’s day back on his desk. He’s digging around for the commemorative bobblehead of himself that he found in a charity shop and keeps talking.

“What’d I miss?”

@akingsransom​

[alamoody]

The idea of friends and Alastor Moody was a rare thought, he wasn’t seen as a social creature and certainly wasn’t one to share much about his life. However, there were a few that he’d allowed in, the Aurors who’d been part of the Order were the lucky select group, though only one now remained fully intact Kingsley Shacklebolt. While his friend had returned from his mission with the giants not much of their time had been used for casual catching up as one would expect from a friend returning. No, their time spent together had been mostly spent debriefing, dealing with the fall out of the tragedy that befalls Frank and Alice both in the Auror department and within the ranks of the Order, and then the most recent murder of Dumbledore founder and leader of the Order. It’d been a lot and left little room for other focus, but even the most hard working would need a break away from the constant losses as his wife would remind him when he’d brought work home too many nights in a row.

In a shocking twist, Alastor had actually taken the advice, the meeting he’d invited Kingsley to his safe house was a much lighter one. It could be colored in protectiveness and darkness if you looked at the climate the question was coming in, but at its base, it was still a question regular mates would pose even not in a raging war—the topic of godfather a tradition, but all the more important to Alastor at the moment. Dolly’s godparents now face a fate worse than death in the halls of a makeshift hospital wing. A knock on the door brought him away from the thoughts that’d surely have spiraled though he rarely let anyone know about them. Alastor walked to the door, checking it was Kingsley before opening the door and welcoming him in. As much as he expected it to be Kingsley knowing few knew the location of his safe house it was always best to be sure. 

“ Kingsley come in,” Alastor greeted swinging the door open for him to enter the home waiting for him to step in before peeking out the door and scanning the surroundings before closing it. “ Karina is at work, so it’s just us and Dolly for now, but she’s laid down for a nap.” 

@kxshacklebolted​

[thearthurweasley]

Truce-Kingsley & Arthur

Arthur looks up at the sound of his office door opening and fights to keep his expression neutral as he registers the man in front of him.

“I’m sorry-the seminar for subscribers of Wanker Monthly is down the hall-it’s clearly marked, and they offer free pocket kerchiefs should be right up your alley.”

Arthur raises his eyebrows, already not in the mood.

“What do you want, Shacklebolt?”

@k-shacklebolt​