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occupation OR house/set/dorm + year: Chief of Staff to the U.K. Minister of Magic
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Dec 10 2017, 04:45 PM
FOR CONTEXT: this is sort of AU but it's a possible future so I'm posting it here anyway.
Probably a year or so in the future, Ed finally gets deservedly fired from the Ministry, and after a big argument with Oswald, storms out and ends up sleeping with Piper (see Bulletproof which was originally AU but has now been retconned in, it's all very confusing). This is one possibility of him coming back in after that.

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Despite him not having actually <i>planned</i> the particular activities he’d ended up pursuing today in advance, things had actually fallen quite neatly into place for Edward. He had wanted some form of vengeance, some way to level the very uneven score he had left behind him when he’d stormed out of the house so much earlier, and he now mostly felt like everything was equal again between himself and his partner. Because that was how the world worked, wasn’t it? An eye for an eye. And though Edward couldn’t do the exact thing back to Oswald that the other man had done to him, this felt like a sufficient alternative.
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He still couldn’t say he’d completely forgiven the man for <i>firing</i> him from the Ministry though. That definitely still had a sting to it. The logic behind the decision was irrelevant – Ed could have burnt the Ministry building to the ground and his partner should not have fired him for it. That wasn’t how their relationship <i>worked</i> and how <i>dare</i> Oswald take something so big from him when he was already so… confused. He needed stability while he worked his way through his own… issues. But anyway, that wasn’t important, and Ed was doing everything he could to keep himself from thinking too much about the constant overhanging sense that he <i>should be more than this</i>. His mind wasn't producing any solutions to that particular problem after all, so dwelling on it was a waste of time.
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Instead, he should be considering whether Oswald’s punishment was really satisfactory or not. It probably was, and seeing the man’s reaction itself would cement that fact anyway. Oswald took these things far more seriously than he did after all, so despite the fact Ed couldn’t really see what the big deal was, he knew it would hurt Oswald. And that was the point of it. Besides, it had been fun for him too, so even if he had to do something else as well, this hadn’t exactly been a waste of time.
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Honestly, if he took a minute to consider the risks of enacting <i>any</i> sort of revenge on the one final stable thing in his life, he would have realised how stupid this was in an instant. He needed Oswald, needed the affection he offered, needed the attention, the praise, the <i>respect</i>, enough that he should have forgiven him for any action. Especially one that he was practically forced to make. But no, Ed had been far too wrapped up in levelling the score again, in fixing this misbehaviour and showing Oswald there were consequences for upsetting him. Because yes, power – that was far more important than anything to do with love in a relationship, wasn’t it?
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But apparently he was stuck with that mindset, because he didn’t even make an effort to be quiet as he finally re-entered the mansion he shared with Oswald and the brats. They should all be asleep by now anyway, so he would simply slide into bed beside his partner and whisper into his ear that all was fair again. The door clicked shut behind him as he smirked to himself at the idea of that. That sounded ominous enough, didn’t it? Good, he wanted Oswald to be fearful of him… or… of what he’d done… or… no, there was… no way to make that sound good, was there?


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Usually, Ed <i>adored</i> functions like this. An opportunity to flaunt his power and position to all of these people who mattered? A chance to link arms with Oswald and show off to the world the man he’d managed to claim for his own? To brush elbows with the best and demand they pay attention to him as well, as actual, physical proof that he really was important enough to deserve a place here? It was everything he wanted, and he <i>loved</i> it.
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Usually.
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But not this time.
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Because while Ed had been milling around the room, on his way to collect a few flutes of champagne for himself and his partner, and getting caught up in a new conversation every few seconds, his gaze had landed on a familiar face at the doorway. A face that could make his blood run cold in any situation. And the empty glass in his hand that he’d been looking for somewhere to set down slipped from his hand to smash against the floor at his feet. The people on either side of him stepped away from the mess but Ed remained frozen, staring across the function room at the figure with the power to ruin any occasion just with its presence.
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Who had invited his father to this?
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It was a family event, yes, for muggles and wizards alike, and many other members of the Ministry had brought along parents and other relatives to show off where they worked, or just to highlight their own prestige to family who might not be aware of it. But Ed had always come up with some excuse for why his parents hadn’t been able to attend, never outright stating that he didn’t want them there but offering a reason for why they never would be. And yet his father was definitely making his way into the room, infringing on Ed’s sanctuary, on the one part of his life his parents hadn’t yet been able to taint.
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His first instinct was to hide. Quite literally in fact, as he considered diving under the nearest table, or looking for a back exit so he could slip out and lock himself in his office for the remainder of the evening. But just as he twitched towards action, his father’s eyes connected with his and he was paralysed in position again as the larger man stalked towards him.
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<i>“There you are!”</i> The gruff voice made Ed flinch just at the sound of it – it had been a while since he’d heard it after all, he’d gotten good at avoiding any reason to reunite with his family recently. It was easy really – they didn’t want to see him either so it worked both ways. <i>“Figured you’d at leas’ come and meet me at the door. If there even is a door. Had to get in here from a <i>phone box</i>. A </i>phone box<i>! You magic guys have even ruined phones now.”</i>
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Was that... small talk? That was just <i>surreal</i>, and Ed found himself frowning as though assuming this must just be a mirage. In fact, in a flurry of hope for just that, Ed let out a confused <span style="color:#0F6F4A"><b>“…Dad?”</b></span> half expecting the man in front of him disappear in a puff of smoke now he’d acknowledged him.
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No such luck. <i>“Of course it is, what you playing at?”</i> Another flinch from Ed, and a mumbled apology before the older man carried on, now seemingly focused on Ed himself. And the conversation had just deteriorated from there, his father criticising the green suit Oswald had picked out for him, telling him ridiculous he looked and demanding to meet his boss when Ed made the mistake of referencing the Minister in his answer. Because there was no way he was about to unleash his father on his partner, for more reasons than he cared to count right now.
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Ed could almost feel himself getting smaller as he looked around frantically for some sort of distraction from the interrogation he was experiencing. Literally anything would do at this point, and though he’d never expected it before this moment, he found himself calling out with an urgent desperation as a familiar face passed by. <span style="color:#0F6F4A"><b>“<I>Burke!</i>”</b></span> He grabbed at the other man’s arm to make sure he didn’t slip by into the crowd, yanking him towards the conversation in an attempt to shift some of the focus away from him. <span style="color:#0F6F4A"><b>“Have you met my… father?”</b></span> In hindsight, this was probably a good choice. Burke’s entire job was to avoid scandal and keep situations calm; if anyone could handle his father, it was the press secretary. And besides, he didn’t really care if Burke got caught in the crossfire here anyway. <span style="color:#0F6F4A"><b>“Dad, this is Burke Riegel, the press secretary for the Ministry.”</b></span>
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<I>“Oh so you’re the guy in charge of dealing with my son’s fuck ups these days.”</i> Ed’s eyes closed slowly as his father reached out to shake Burke’s hand. <i>“Good on you mate, someone has to keep him under control, right?”</i> What an excellent start…


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Nov 22 2017, 05:24 PM
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If anyone asked, Ed would claim he’d been planning the idea for months. It was the perfect revenge after all, stealing Burke’s thunder on his most precious day, doing something he’d never be able to correct, tainting the memory of his wedding forever, and in a way he could easily play off as innocent if anyone tried to accuse him of something. It was ingenious really, and even without thinking about the effect he had on Burke, it had been the <i>perfect</i> opportunity to get the maximum amount of attention that he so dearly craved. Really, the whole thing felt like an elaborately crafted plan, and he would certainly sell it as such when he told Harley and Evan and anyone else who’d appreciate that sort of thing.
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In truth, it hadn’t <i>quite</i> happened like that. When Edward had grabbed his partner’s lapels and pulled the man practically into his lap to kiss him with almost indecent vigour, in full view of the wedding crowd sitting all around him, his thoughts hadn’t been as ordered as all that would imply. And he certainly hadn’t intended to announce their relationship to the world today before he’d arrived at his colleague’s wedding. But while he’d been sat there, listening, watching, <i>bored</i> of having to hear so much about this other man’s love and <i>jealous</i> of the fact he was allowed to display it so publicly like this, too many thoughts had begun to bubble over at once. He was still bitter over the fact that Burke wasn’t planning to invite him to this stupid thing – honestly, he probably wouldn’t have come if he’d just been asked normally, he was mostly here out of spite. And then there was the fact that Ed didn’t consider Burke worthy of all of this positive attention he was getting – his relationship was mediocre at best and anyway, he just wasn’t a decent enough human being for all this. That matched up very well with the fact that Oswald wanted them to be so very secretive about their own relationship, and Ed couldn’t completely shake the idea that it was because the other man was ashamed of him. And when you considered how stilted their progress had been recently, mostly consisting of failed attempts and pseudo-arguments, Ed was just dying for something to shake them up a bit.
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There were so many people here too, a good scattering of media even, because it was still a slightly political event considering the audience at least – mostly paparazzi hoping to snap a picture of a drunken public figure but still, they were here. And yet everyone was focused on Burke. Burke who didn’t deserve it. Burke who was allowed a big bright public relationship with his wife. <i>Something needed to happen</i>. And really, it was entirely Oswald’s fault. If the man hadn’t been sat so close to him, stretching his fingers out towards Ed’s, perhaps he wouldn’t have been so inspired. Or perhaps it was the minister’s fault for saying something ‘you may kiss the bride’ since obviously that had been what sparked Ed’s wonderful idea.
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It had had the desired effect, and more. Chatter had <i>immediately</i> broken out around them, the odd squeal too even though that might have just been Oswald’s mother, Ed hadn’t actually been able to locate where that had come from. It was easy to tell the shift too – there’d been some clapping when Burke had kissed his now wife, but the atmosphere had changed to <i>scandal</i> when Ed had kissed the Minister a moment later. And that was much louder. Flash bulbs had started to go off too, and Ed was <i>delighted</i> to see they were all aimed at him instead of at the groom himself. Burke’s wedding might have made it into the paper as some short article at the midway point, but <i>this</i> was going to be front page news.
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He’d held the kiss for as long as he could get away with, before letting go of Oswald and smoothing down his jacket again, a sheepish grin not doing much to cover the very clear excitement in his expression. And they’d been rushed then of course by the reporters who had been expecting an entirely uneventful day.
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It had all been a bit of a blur since then, though that may have been because Ed was entirely giddy with the thrill of it all by this point. People had been asking him so many questions, about how it had started, how long it had been going on for, even some more outrageous ones like asking if that was why he’d been hired but quite honestly Ed didn’t <i>care</i> anymore. They were all looking at <i>him</i>! And not because of a mistake either, not because he was a dangerous, valueless criminal. He’d quite lost track of Oswald in the commotion as he fielded questions left and right, and was vaguely aware of the fact they were no longer in the same room the ceremony had taken place in. But other than that, he was just trying to concentrate on the floating quills and pads hovering all around him, jotting down notes about whatever he said, as reporters jostled for his attention with impatient cries of ‘Mr Nygma! <i>Mr Nygma!</i>’
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One woman went so far as to tug at his sleeve, and Ed’s gaze immediately flicked down towards her, giving her the opportunity to launch into her question. Judging by her age and attire, she was from some young person’s magazine, probably hoping to put some cool spin on today’s proceedings but quite honestly, she’d probably just been assigned here to get her out of the way. And yet she’d ended up stumbling upon a golden article opportunity. Still, her question reflected the level of depth said magazine was likely to reach to. <i>“Mr Nygma, tell us, our readers are dying to know: have you and the Minister </i>'done the deed'<i> yet?”</i>
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Though Ed should certainly have dismissed that question as too personal, he was far too engaged with this to want to risk scaring anyone away by refusing to answer a question. So without really thinking, he found himself answering her.
<span style="color:#0F6F4A"><b>“Oh, well –”</b></span>


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Nov 11 2017, 07:21 PM
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Wizards were so focused on keeping magical invaders out of their houses, they very rarely bothered to implement any security to keep out intruders who relied on muggle methods for entry instead. Which meant Ed and a lockpick was all it took to get through the back door of the Minister of Magic’s house after just a few minutes of fiddling with the keyhole. Oswald had made sure the approach was safe, Ed had been assured of that, and so it was only the door itself he was left responsible for. An easy task apparently, and he was soon making his way into the kitchen of the elaborate home, quickly realising that this approximately the point where his pre-prepared scheme actually began to tail out…
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He really did only have part of a plan here. He knew the outcome he wanted, and he knew the first few steps to achieving it, most of which he’d already carried out, but there was a big blank space in his mind between those two parts, and he <i>hated</i> it. But Oswald had been very insistent that this was to be done <i>now</i>, and Ed wasn’t going to disobey the man. He personally couldn’t see any particular rush, but who was he to question the man who had promised to educate him in the things his school had failed to? So he would run headfirst into this dangerous situation with only half of a plan, because he would not disobey the man who had done so much for him so far.
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Besides, the cause was a very good one, even if Ed was entirely biased in thinking so. He’d been through the muggleborn education system, an obedient little boy eager to do what he was told and fall into the role asked of him because that was how you avoided trouble. And so he’d been spat out of the oppressive environment at the end of his school career knowing little more than the lumos charm. Because magic was to be <i>repressed</i> if you were a muggleborn. You weren’t taught to use it, you were taught to <i>hide</i> it, so that you could slide back into muggle society where you belonged and not bother the <i>real</i> wizards of the world. But the muggles had never really wanted Ed either, so he’d been left to wander somewhere in the middle, desperately looking for someone to accept him. It just so happened that the person who did so was Oswald Cobblepot.
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The man had been so kind: taking him under his wing, giving him a purpose, promising to teach him magic. They hadn’t gotten very far in their lessons yet of course, but Oswald kept reminding him of the offer any time Ed needed a little motivation to do what was asked of him. Like for tonight for instance, it had been a rousing speech about everything Ed could achieve after this that had spurred him into action at the other man’s command, even with nothing but a half-finished plan in his arsenal.
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That was really coming back to haunt him right now though, as he looked around the tidy little kitchen and wondered how he was even supposed to summon the man he was here to… persuade? Interrogate? Kidnap? <i>Kill</i>? What was the actual goal here? Had they even discussed that? Ed just needed to ‘take him down’ but that was so vague! He pushed the lockpick back into the pocket of the fancy suit Oswald had procured for him – it was basically a work uniform, Oswald wanted his men to look their best – and drew out the wand that felt so unnatural in his hand. The school had done well at enforcing the idea that this was <i>wrong</i> but he had to fight past that if he wanted to intimidate the Minister he was here to meet. Because Lord knows Ed couldn’t actually do any damage with it.
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<span style="color:#0F6F4A"><b>“Minister Riegel?”</span></b> Calling out into the quiet house was perhaps not the best way to go about this, Ed immediately losing the element of surprise from his attack, but then sneaking around the house looking for him on his literal home turf was hardly going to go any better. And surely the fact he’d gotten this far was threat enough, right? It would be enough to get them talking at least. And then… and then… Ed would… think of something else. That’s why he’d been picked for this in the end, because he was clever and he could think on his feet. Obviously, that had to be why, Oswald wouldn’t risk his life here if he didn’t think Ed was more than capable of handling himself… Or at least… that’s what he would choose to believe to help himself get through this.


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<div style="width: 400px; text-align: right; font-size: 10px; color: #0F6F4A;"><b>Burke Riegel / 795</b><br>
<i>I sold my soul to a three-piece, And he told me I was holy<br>
He's got me down on both knees, But it's the devil that's tryna...</i>
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Prison was not supposed to be enjoyable. That was entirely the point of it, it was a punishment. And as much as Arkham Asylum liked to brand itself as a hospital and a treatment centre, it was still a prison. Ed’s window still had bars on it, he was still dragged around by handcuffs, it was all still exactly how you’d expect a prison to be. And yes, he hated it.
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Some parts were good, or bearable at least. Edward had always liked structure, routine, and everything happened to a very precise schedule here, one he didn’t have to work to ensure he kept to. And though the other inmates were… well, terrifying in a lot of cases, if he kept his head down he could avoid interacting with a lot of them. He’d been a prisoner himself for only a few days, or perhaps a week… he’d been sedated for the first few days to help him ‘adapt’ to his new environment (and because he’d been so panicked on his first day he’d been quite unmanageable), so time had blurred a little already. But in that time he’d already learned a few tricks to deal with some of his new peers. So there were some at least not terrible aspects to his life here.
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They didn’t balance the way he was treated by the staff though, or the claustrophobically small cell he now had to live in, or the state of the food, or the way the uniform itched against his skin almost unbearably so. And it certainly didn’t make up for the ‘treatment’ side of things, the area of operations that made Arkham different from its North Sea brother. That was definitely the worst part of living like this. And he’d barely experienced much of it himself so far. He’d had one introductory session with the head of the place, a Professor Strange, which had involved some <i>very</i> intrusive legillimancy to determine the sort of ‘therapy’ he’d be needing. It was his first session today, something he’d been dreading anyway even before he’d seen other inmates coming out of the treatment rooms looking… not themselves. Some of them seemed scared, some hurt, some just oddly subdued, but no-one came out looking good.
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Today was his day though, and Ed had been thrown unceremoniously into a chair in the centre of one of the treatment rooms, locked carefully in place and then left there with very little indication of what he was about to face. So he was left staring around the clean white room looking for some sort of clue as to what was about to happen. Strange had said something about finding the ‘core of his insanity’ before working on how to fix it, so maybe it had something to do with that. Ed had of course very passionately argued with the man that he wasn’t mad at all so that was a pointless exercise. But he hadn’t gotten very far before his words were dismissed. Perhaps after they ‘tested’ him or however it was they proved such things here, they’d know he was right though, and he could be spared any further treatment for something he was clearly not actually afflicted with.


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