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[somethingxgreater]

Kylo enjoyed quarterly updates from the Knights of Ren. He really did. But tonight his attention was wavering as one of his knights spoke of his recent findings regarding his studies and his mystical practices. Kylo had expected to be distracted though simply by having Rey here as a guest. His gaze shifted from the knight over to Rey… Continuing to sit quietly but beginning to inappropriately apply Force pressure to her breasts.

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being present at this meeting was something rey truly hadn’t expected. but over the past days her and kylo had grown accustomed to being in each others presence and to be quite honest, she wouldn’t want to be anywhere else at the moment. that was until her eyes caught kylo staring at her and her breasts. she cleared her throat in hope to catch kylo’s attention as she crossed her arms over her chest trying to block the view. “enjoying yourself kylo?” she asked raising an eyebrow.

[smallbeanfromspace]

“You’re going to need stitches.”

The man chuckles weakly, hand pressing against the wound as he tries to take a deep breath, fighting off his panic. It wouldn’t do to get himself demoted over forgetting years of practice. “I’m sure it’s nothing. I’ve had worse. You…you don’t have to worry about me.” He says, eyes flickering to the now shattered window where the projectile had come through.

Easy diplomatic mission, my ass. He thinks to himself, trying to force his hands to stop shaking.

[nuin-giliath]

“We have had an interesting development as of late.” Melkor said, breath ghosting over Mairon’s face as the vala touched his love’s hair. “I expect Gondolin to be in our hands shortly. Gothmog… has made a new friend.”

Mairon was watching from above as the orks worked, a looming figure emanating power and control. With the fick of his fingers he could end the lives of those beneath him or cause them so much pain that they'd beg to be dead.

A sharp intake of breath at feeling his Lord behind him and his posture relaxed as he leaned against Melkor's large body, his eyes fluttered at the feeling of him, but then it hit him and leaned back, turning his head to look at him better.

"What do you mean, a friend?" there were too many things going through his mind and one of them was whether this friend would disrupt the perfect balance and order he imposed upon the world he ruled. And he had a strange feeling it will not be easy.

"Where is he and this friend? I must... Please, my Lord, would you lead me to them?"

[collectdebt]

hauntedmystic asked: “What do you want in exchange for this information?” Although Kylo was accustomed to taking what he wanted… he could be agreeable with the right person. “… I wonder if you remember me,” he ultimately added.

"All I ask for is money." Bala-Tik was a simple man, really. Money, weaponry, protection... He didn't want much. Nor did he need much.

Although, he had to say that he had been surprised to see that Kylo Ren himself had come to make a deal. It had been years since they had last seen each other. If anything, he would have thought that he would have sent someone else to reach a settlement. (And there was a part of him that was surprised Ben had gone to him of all people.)

“I do remember you. It would be hard to forget someone who was so...impressionable.”

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[wayfaringstrangxr]

“Hi Grandpa!” Ben exclaims, extending a flower he found while planetside on a field trip. Unbeknownst to him, this was grandma’s favorite tulip…

The small gesture stirs something inside him—but it remains buried behind the mask. He could almost catch the scent of her hair, though his sense of smell had died long ago.

Vader knelt before the boy, the one soul in the galaxy who might still earn a flicker of his mercy, and plucked the flower. "Well, where did you find such beauty?"

[moved-rh4egar]

he's not going to comment.

[fantastic-wizards]

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ || @hauntedmystic

If    there    was    one    thing    Albus    Dumbledore    had    become    accustomed    to    these    days    it    was    being    the    target    of    Ministry    shenanigans.    Of    course,    he    mostly    took    it    all    in    stride    because    it    was    nothing    more    than    their    sad    attempts    at    persuading    him    back    to    the    'dark    side'.

"Albus    please.    We    could    use    your    skills    at    the    Ministry.    You    can    have    any    department    you    want!"

But    what    they    did    not    understand    was    that    Albus    had    no    interest    in    power.    Or    at    least    these    days.    There    had    been    a    time    when    his    interest    was    tenfold;    when    childish    arrogance    lead    way    to    the    thought    that    he    was    entitled    to    wield    a    great    power.    As    the    single    most    formidable    wielder    of    magic    of    his    time,    how    could    a    young    man    think    anything    but?

Yet    life    humbled    him    in    the    worst    of    ways    leaving    only    a    shell    of    the    young    man    he    once    was.    Obsessed    with    justice    and    trying    to    right    the    wrongs    of    the    past,    such    notions    kept    Albus    humble    enough.    Even    as    he    stood    with    a    passport    that    he    knew    was    valid,    he    could    only    sigh,    a    smile    playing    at    his    lips.    Going    through    customs    was    the    right    thing    to    do;    the    appropriate    thing    to    avoid    suspicion,    but    that    hardly    meant    he    wasn't    above    skipping    this    step    in    the    future.    For    now,    he    was    going    to    cooperate    ---    if    only    for    Newt's    sake.

"I    will    wait.    Turn    my    passport    upside    down    if    you    will    but    it    is    as    valid    as    the    day    I    was    born."

[obsidianwarden]

@hauntedmystic from x.

Severus stilled, dark eyes sweeping over the flier as his mind worked rapidly through the implications. A prestigious potioneering competition. Paris. Oxford. A scholarship. All in all, nothing short of a wet dream.

His fingers twitched at his sides. He had long since taught himself not to get excited - not to expect opportunity, only disappointment. The Hogwarts experience had proved to be a callous teacher in that regard. But Professor Slughorn was not dangling some vague possibility before him; this was concrete. Real. And, if the professor was to be believed, within his reach - a golden opportunity for him, for the first time ... well, ever. And while one could say a lot of things about Professor Slughorn, more or less flattering, if there was one thing he didn't lack, that was a knack for recognising real talent - and now, his time to shine had come, apparently. He never had been anyone's first choice, and it was ... flattering, really, to be recognised for something he was bloody good at.

It took effort to maintain his usual impassive expression, though his fingers curled slightly against his robes, and his dark brows knitted in thought, betraying his rising interest. "Oxford?" he repeated, slow and careful, as if daring the man to take it back. Severus knew that flattery was Professor Slughorn's preferred currency, but even he was not immune to the idea. Financial freedom, the chance to escape - truly escape - and stand among the greatest minds of his field.

And yet, he knew better than to believe in gifts without strings.

He narrowed his obsidian eyes, his sharp glittering gaze assessing the Potions Master as if the man were an experiment waiting to go wrong. "What's the catch, Professor?" he asked, his voice edged with suspicion as he straightened.

He crossed his arms, waiting. He had no doubt he could win - he would never agree to something unless he knew he could win - but the way Professor Slughorn's was racing over the prospect meant there was some unpleasant stipulation, and Severus Snape did not walk into situations blind.

Even for Oxford.