Born A King

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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?”

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Kingsley dodges his co-worker’s paper missile and chuckles. “Thank Merlin, we’re saved.” He stands and claps as he walks over to Benjy’s desk and bows. “London is a safer place with you back, mate.” He sits in his desk chair and rocks back and forth. Honestly he was thrilled to have Benjy back in action, the Auror’s office had saddled him with a rookie in his absence and the boy was certainly slowing him down. “I’m not sure I could’ve lasted another day with Hines, kid isn’t ready. A massive liability, if you ask me.”

He pokes at Benjy’s plant, watching its leaves sway back and forth. “You ask as if you haven’t been keeping tabs on everything that’s been going on here since you left. Weekly reports don’t just go missing, you know.” Kingsley smirks and crosses his legs. “But, now that you’re back, you can accompany me to this building on Downing Street. Spotted some characters coming in and out. Couldn’t investigate with the boy.”

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Emmeline groaned internally before she even opened her eyes. She’d promised herself the last time that this had happened that she wasn’t going to sleepover again. If she stopped acting like they were an actual couple, then the feelings she had for Kingsley would just disappear. But, despite all of her best habits, she’d still ended up falling asleep in his bed anyway. And before she could even open her eyes, she knew exactly where she was. She’d been here enough to know it wasn’t her bed, and it wasn’t her bed. And she could feel the familar warmth of him being in the bed beside her.

It was something that was becoming more and more familiar. if she was honest with herself, it was something that she was growing to like. And it scared her, which was exactly why she was trying to ignore her feelings. Of course, continuing to sleep with him, was probably not the best course of action. But Emmeline tended to be a little reckless outside of work.

She rolled onto her back, finally opening her eyes, and staring at the ceiling. She had no idea if he was awake, and also no idea what she was even going to say. Emmeline was positive that she had said she was not sleeping over again last night, just as she had the previous time, and she was preparing herself to have to make an excuse up for why she had failed to stick to her words yet again.

Or maybe she could sneak out. But that hadn’t worked so well either last time. @akingsransom​

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Kingsley had been lying there awake for quite some time. It was his usual morning routine, a sort of meditation; eyes open staring at the ceiling, contemplating an upcoming mission, catching criminals in his mind, imagining attack maneuvers he had yet to try.

The young Auror was constantly vigilant, even when he didn’t have to be. In this trance-like state, he was still aware of Emmeline’s presence. He could feel her breathing softly next to him, and faintly smell her hair when she shifted. This is why she failed so miserably in her attempts to sneak out in the past, he always caught her by the door discreetly trying to get her pants on. Reality kicks back in as she rolls onto her back. He returns to his flat, far away from visions of chasing some crook down a dirty London alley. 

He recalls the previous evening. It started off as they aways did; a passing nod in the Ministry hallway that morning, later a knock at the door, a couple glasses of wine, and ending, of course, in the usual bedroom shenanigans. A small grin spreads across his face. He knew she’d stay the night, and was glad she did. Kingsley didn’t mind her company, in fact he welcomed it. While he enjoyed his privacy, Emmeline didn’t intrude. She was one of those people you could spend hours with in complete silence, which they often did - reading a book or the paper, listening to music, and it was never awkward. He’d never felt pressured to ‘entertain’. It also didn’t hurt that they were very good at ‘nighttime activities’.

Kingsley sits up in the bed, clearing his throat before grunting the very first thing that comes to his mind.

“Food?”

He hoped he didn’t have to expound on this version of an invitation to breakfast. They were ‘casual’ after all and ‘casual’ people ate, right? Sometimes even together. There was nothing romantic about the natural human urge to stay alive. 

“I see you didn’t bother trying this time?” He chuckles and points to her pants lying with other items of their clothing tossed in the middle of his bedroom floor.

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Kingsley Shacklebolt Biography

Name: Kingsley Bidziil Shacklebolt

Age: Early 30′s

Gender: Male

Blood Status: Pureblood

House: Ravenclaw

Occupation: Auror

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

About

Kingsley is the son of two influential pureblood wizards, former activist/freedom fighter, Darius Myles, and Ahyoka Nelowie  - a published poet of Cherokee descent.

He was born in California but moved to London with his mother following his father’s murder, he was six years-old. Darius was killed in Azkaban not only for his outspoken views against racial injustice/segregation, but for his stance against prejudice within the wizarding community.  He simply refused to believe that anyone should be judged by the color of their skin or by the amount of magic in their blood. He was falsely accused of attacking a judge who was handling a high profile case at the time. This proved to only be a ploy to have him imprisoned and murdered.

Following this news, close family friends assisted in relocating he and his mother to England out of fear for their lives. London is where they’d establish new lives for themselves. His mother taught literature, wrote renowned poetry, and led wilderness trips. Kingsley focused on school, graduated Hogwarts at the top of his class, and quickly became an Auror.

Much like his father, Kingsley won’t stand for injustice. As a boy (and even now as a man), this gets him into a good amount of trouble. Wether it was standing up to the school bully, leading a protest, or voicing his opinion when it’s not warranted, Kings frequently finds himself in contention with someone. He’s not the first to be invited to the party because of this personality trait, but his desire isn’t to be well liked, it’s too seek truth and live in it.  

Like his mother, Kingsley is an ‘out-of-the-box’ thinker. ‘Strange’ is a word used commonly to describe him. If it weren’t for being damn good with a wand in his hand, and his desire to ‘right wrongs’, he would probably be living in a forest somewhere, spending his days playing the flute and writing obscure fiction.

Auror is the job that chose him, and one he believes his father would be proud of him for doing. He’s isn’t one to follow the rules, preferring to walk to the beat of his own drum. This isn’t ideal when it comes to his profession, and tends to put the Ministry in some difficult financial situations - as well as staining their public image. Despite these concerns they choose to keep him around because, regardless of how messy the outcome is, he always gets the job done.

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