#diggle was the second

[the-book-ferret]

Happy TEN YEARS to thebookferret tumblr!

[cogentranting]

Love when Diggle lets his guard down a little leading to his wife and best friend both slipping their leash and immediately teaming up to be terrors together. Love Oliver and Lyla being two of a kind.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

how many people do you think were in the order? what about death eaters? how did either group recruit?

Hello 👋

Okay, so the numbers are honestly pretty easy to track down as they are outright written in the books. The recruitment is, less clear, though not that different between the two organizations. The reason the recruitment process wasn't too different initially, is because they have a pretty small society where everyone kinda knows everyone, and all their systems are based on who knows who. So we see both Death Eaters and Order members operate on a sort of bring-a-friend system.

But let's start with some numbers:

How Many Members are in the Order of the Phoenix:

Moody gives us a very clear rundown of the first Order:

From an inner pocket of his robes Moody pulled a very tattered old Wizarding photograph. “Original Order of the Phoenix,” growled Moody. [...] Harry took the photograph. A small crowd of people, some waving at him, others lifting their glasses, looked back up at him. [...] “There’s me,” [...] “And there’s Dumbledore beside me, Dedalus Diggle on the other side . . . That’s Marlene McKinnon [...] That’s Frank and Alice Longbottom [...] and that’s Emmeline Vance, you’ve met her, and that there’s Lupin, obviously . . . Benjy Fenwick [...] That’s Edgar Bones [...] Sturgis Podmore, blimey, he looks young . . . Caradoc Dearborn [...] Hagrid, of course, [...] Elphias Doge, you’ve met him [...] Gideon Prewett, it took five Death Eaters to kill him and his brother Fabian [...] That’s Dumbledore’s brother, Aberforth [...] That’s Dorcas Meadowes [...] Sirius, when he still had short hair . . . and . . . there you go, thought that would interest you!” Harry’s heart turned over. His mother and father were beaming up at him, sitting on either side of a small, watery-eyed man Harry recognized at once as Wormtail

(OotP, Ch9)

So the members of the first Order are:

Died or Otherwise out of action: Marlene McKinnon, Frank Longbottom, Alice Longbottom, Benjy Fenwick, Edgar Bones, Caradoc Dearborn, Gideon Prewett, Fabian Prewett, Dorcas Meadows, James Potter, Lily Potter -> 11 members

Still Alive: Alastor Moody*, Albus Dumbledore*, Dedalus Diggle*, Emmeline Vance*, Remus Lupin*, Sturgis Podmore*, Aberforth Dumbledore, Sirius Black*, Peter Pettigrew -> 8 members.

* Marks ones that are also in the second order.

So, that gives us 21 members in the first Order of the Phoenix. (23 if you count Arabella Fig and Hagrid who are not present in the picture).

And we get a pretty good rundown of the second one too:

We got the remaining members from the first order: Alastor Moody, Albus Dumbledore, Dedalus Diggle, Emmeline Vance, Remus Lupin, Sturgis Podmore, Sirius Black -> 7 members.

And new members: Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Hestia Jones, Nymphadora Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley -> 7 members.

Reburs Hagrid and Arabella Figg are both involved with the Order but don't appear in the picture of the first Order, but we'll count them -> 2 members.

Placing the second Order in OotP at 16 members without the kids who are technically not members. Fred and George join upon leaving school, so we can up the number to 18 members.

That being said, we have periphery Order members or people who aren't quite members but are associated with the Order, which ups the numbers quite a bit. Because here we get Ted & Andromeda Tonks, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Slughorn, Fleur, Ginny and the entire D.A. who fought in the battle of Hogwarts, McGonagall, Flitwick, Srpout, Maxime, Augusta Longbottom (by book 7), Abeforth Dumbledore, etc. which will put their number closer to 60 members and semi-members.

(Periphery members like this also existed in the first Order probably. Like McGonagall, Mr. and Mrs. Bones (Edgar Bones' parents) who were both killed in the first war along with Edgar's wife, the McKinnons, etc.)

(The Order members are harder to give a solid number to since unlike Death Eaters, they don't have a mark that says "official Order Members" so some of the members I counted as "periphery members" are sometimes counted as "members proper")

How Many Members are in the Death Eaters:

As for the Death Eaters (marked and unmarked), we have about 20 times as many as the first Order of the Pheonix:

but we’re much better off than we were last time, you weren’t in the Order then, you don’t understand, last time we were outnumbered twenty to one by the Death Eaters and they were picking us off one by one. . . .”

(OotP, Ch9)

And that part about this number being both marked and unmarked I think is important to remember. Becouse while it seems there were about (23*20=) 460 Death Eaters and semi-Death Eaters, there were only about 45-50 actually marked Death Eaters:

All he had learned there was the Disarming Spell, “Expelliarmus” . . . and what use would it be to deprive Voldemort of his wand, even if he could, when he was surrounded by Death Eaters, outnumbered by at least thirty to one?

(GoF, Ch34)

30 arrive at the graveyard + Severus + Barty + Rosier + Wilkes + Karkaroff + 10 Azkaban inmates = 45 Death Eaters in the first war -> Harry says "at least" thirty so I estimate them more at about 50 members.

In the second war, we have the aforementioned 30 + 10 Azkaban Inmates + Severus + Draco + ~10 other new recruits = 62-ish.

So, who are the other 400 semi-Death Eaters? Well, you have all the Werewolves, people like Narcissa who definitely works with the Death Eaters willingly (at first) but isn't marked. You also have all the imperiosed Death Eaters who are likely unmarked, like Stan Shunpike. So I expect the second war also has 460-is Death Eaters and semi-Death Eaters running around.

How do they recruit?

Both the Order and the Death Eaters work from mouth to ear. Members go to the leader (Dumbledore or Voldemort respectively) and mention a family member/friend/colleague/person they know who'd be good for the organization. You need to know someone inside the Order of the Phoenix to join (or be willing to approach a member in public).

The Death Eaters in the first war were similar, with wizards and witches likely vouching for each other and family members bringing their families over. I mean, we see both the Death Eaters and the Order have whole families in their ranks. Even if the Tonks aren't really in the Order, they are involved due to their relation to Nymphadora. Only Marlane was an Order member, but her entire family was killed. The entire Weasley family (bar Percy) is heavily involved from the word "go" in the second war. The same goes for the semi-Death Eaters, Narcissa isn't marked, but she's right there with her marked husband, sister, and son. Crabbe and Goyle are likely unmarked, but by book 7 are involved and would be counted toward that 460-ish Death Eaters and associates. Both organizations are family businesses in that the whole family gets involved when one member is involved.

(Sirius is a unique exception to that rule. I mean, after all, everyone believed he was a Death Eater so easily because his brother and cousin were Death Eaters. In-universe people are aware these organizations recruit whole families)

I mentioned in the past, the ministry kinda works like this too. Their society is based on nepotism and who you know. It's why things like the Slug Club exist. So it makes sense the recruitment for any semi-political organization (which both Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix are) will work like this too.

But there is another element to it. Both Dumbledore and Voldemort may approach someone themselves.

According to JKR, Voldemort offered both James and Lily a place among his Death Eaters. It's possible someone vouched for them, but it's also possible he glimpsed information about them from his followers/other sources and decided to recruit them.

Dumbledore does the same thing. For example, he approaches Slughorn himself since he is useful to him and Dumbledore knows he doesn't think like Voldemort (even though Slughorn doesn't really become an Order member proper).

Both Voldemort and Dumbledore sent envoys to the giants and werewolves in the second war.

The real difference in recruitment tactics is that Voldemort is probably promising everyone things he isn't actually planning to do (especially in the first war), threatens people to comply, and employs the Imperius Curse for those who still don't comply but whom he needs. Dumbledore doesn't employ these methods to recruit. Yes, he threatens Slughorn a little and gets an oath from Snape, but these are unique circumstances and not his usual recruitment. The usual method is to recruit people who want to fight against Voldemort and uphold the ministry more or less as is at the moment. The Order is about protecting the status quo and stopping a terrorist organization (which is what the Death Eaters are).

Also, Voldemort clearly doesn't mind allowing underage students in his organization (Draco) when he feels like he has enough to gain from it. However, from the Order's reactions to Hary's suspicions about Draco, it seems this isn't common and not something he did in the first war. The Order does not allow underage members to join.

[chasdesvoeux]

MUSTER LIST UNDER THE CUT Note that a) there are likely others I have not accounted for moving outside Charles circle who have yet to be added, but also b) it looks like a long list but by no means are all spots taken. If you want to join in just make a blog/sideblog and start interacting and I'll add you no questions asked. If you want a list of who all *isn't* taken, dm me and I'll forward you a guide to the AMC Cold Boys. Also c) some links might not work as blog names occasionally change. Please let me know if one is broken and I'll update it. Enjoy!

This is not a terribly recent thing but I realize I forgot to include it: there are also DUPLICATE CHARACTERS so if you want to be someone that we already have that’s fine too!

Admirer, E. Secret - Officer (Terror)

Anon, Peach - Peaches

Armitage, Thomas - Gunroom Steward (Terror)

Armitage, Thomas - Gunroom Steward (Terror)

Asleepmottley, Ash - Surgery Apprentice (Terror)

Blanky, Thomas - Ice Master (Terror)

Bridgens, John - Officer's Steward, Captain's Steward (Erebus)

Cracroft, Sophia - Fumbler (England)

Collins, Henry Foster - Second Master (Erebus)

Crozier, Francis Rawdon Moira - Captain (Terror)

Des Voeux, Charles Frederick (You Are Here) - Third Lieutenant, 12 Year-Old Father (Erebus)

Diggle, John - Cook (Terror)

Fairholme, James Walter "Walt" - Third Lieutenant (Erebus)

Fitzjames, James - Commander, Captain (Erebus)

Franklin, Jane - Widow (England)

Franklin, John - Former Captain (Erebus)

Gibson, Billie - Officer's Steward (Terror)

Goodsir, Harry - Surgeon's Assistant, Anatomist (Erebus, Terror)

Gore, Graham - First Lieutenant (Erebus)

Gore, Graham - First Lieutenant (Erebus)

Hartnell, Thomas - AB (Terror)

Helpman, EJ - Clerk (Terror)

Hickey, Cornelius - Caulker's Mate (Terror)

Hickey, Cornelius - Caulker’s Mate (Terror)

Hoar, Edmund - Captain's Steward (Erebus)

Hodgson, George Henry - Second Lieutenant (Terror)

Ice, The - Ice (Nunavut)

Irving, John - Third Lieutenant, Holy Ghost Boy (Terror)

Jopson, Mary - Former Mother (Marylebone)

Jopson, Thomas - Captain's Steward, Third Lieutenant (Terror)

Le Vesconte, Henry Thomas Dundas "Dundy" - Second Lieutenant (Erebus)

Little, Edward - First Lieutenant (Terror)

MacDonald, Alexander - Surgeon's Assistant (Erebus)

Morfin, John - AB (Erebus)

Peddie, John Smart - Surgeon (Terror)

Peglar, Henry "Harry" - Captain of the Foretop (Terror)

Pilkington, William "Pilk" - Private (Erebus)

Ross, Lady Ann Coulman - Wife (England?)

Ross, James Clark - Rear Admiral (Enterprise)

Ross, John - Admiral, Unc (England)

Silna "Lady Silence" - Strongest Soldier (Nunavut)

Stanley, Stephen - Surgeon (Erebus)

Tozer, Solomon "Sol" - Marine Sergeant (Terror)

Fagin (Erebus)

Jacko (Erebus)

Rats, The (Erebus, Terror)

Tuunbaq (Nunavut)

Will be updated as new members join the club, let me know if links don't work!

[thebisexualdogdad]

Thea Queen x Red Hood male reader headcannons?

Thea Queen x Male!reader

● after the whole dying and coming back to life thing you decided to leave Gotham and start fresh somewhere new

● you heard about the arrow and his team and thought you'd head out west to check out what they were all about

● you met Thea when jumping in to assist them in a fight and immediately started flirting with her

● "Who the hell are you?"

● "I'm whoever you want me to be sweetheart and can I just say red looks even better on you than it does on me"

● "I hate him already"

● except after only two missions with the team you were already sleeping together

● you weren't allowed to tell anyone that you were hooking up

● felicity was the only one who figured out what was happening

● Felicity "I wonder when they are going to tell us they are hooking up"

● Diggle "what are you talking about? They aren't hooking up they hate each other"

● "they are definitely hooking up, I think arguing is a kink for them"

● the day finally comes when you're arguing about you being too reckless

● "why do you even care so much Thea?!"

● "Because I love you, you asshole!"

● this leads to really intense 'I love you' sex and making your relationship official

● and telling the rest of the team

● Diggle "oh damn, Felicity was right"

● Felicity proudly "told you"

● you two are the ultimate red superhero power couple

● when she finds out about your history with the Lazarus pit

● "is there anyone this thing hasn't resurrected??"

● Oliver hates seeing her on your motorcycle

● "So I can be a vigilante but I can't ride on my boyfriends motorcycle?"

● "I'd prefer if you didn't do either but I can't seem to change your mind about the first one so the least you can do is give me a little peace of mind with the second"

● she doesn't

● you love not having to pay for drinks at the Verdant

● Thea "you know you're gonna run my bar dry if you keep drinking everything from the top shelf"

● "Hey we don't have any clubs this clean in Gotham and im taking advantage of it, back home you're lucky if the only thing a bar is infested with is cockroaches"

● sparring together

● she surprised you with how good at hand to hand combat she is

● "damn Thea, now I know why they call you speedy, you dodged all of my punches"

● and another time she knocked you down and landed on top of you

● "batman would be so disappointed to see me in this position"

● "really because I thought you liked me being on top" she says with a smirk

● Thea felt so bad when she accidently sent an arrow into your shoulder during a mission

● "Oh my god Y/N I'm so sorry I thought you were one of the bad guys"

● "Thea it's okay, I died remember, an arrow isn't the worst pain I've ever experienced"

● her gently tracing your scars when you're lying in bed together

● Dick and Tim came to visit you one weekend when they found out a new drug on the streets of Gotham and Bludhaven were being sourced from Star City

● and to meet Thea because they never expected you to have a serious relationship

● part of them thought you were lying and Thea didn't actually exist

● Dick "so you must be Thea, Y/N has told us so much about you, I hope you're keeping him in line"

● Thea "oh trust me, Y/N loves when I order him around"

● Tim "didn't need to know that, so about this drug-"

● when the mission is over you take your brothers to the club before they go back home

● they have a great time but halfway through the night you've disappeared to hook up with Thea in her office

● Dick to Oliver "Hey have you seen Y/N, he left to get me another drink an hour ago"

● Oliver "yeah when Y/N and Thea both disappear you usually don't want to know what they are doing"

● Thea buying you a brand new knife when yours breaks

● this one also has 'red hood' engraved on it

● "babe, this might be the nicest thing anyone has ever given me"

● "I should find that endearing but I know by tonight you will have used it to stab someone with"

● "you're not wrong"

[burnwater13]

Two images of Grogu. Pencil on off white paper. First image shows Grogu looking straight at viewer. Second image shows Grogu looking up with his mouth open. Both images by BurnWater13. Inspired by Din Grogu from The Mandalorian.

“Hey, kid. What are you doin’?”

Grogu looked up at his dad and shrugged. He could explain how he had to feed, clean, and entertain himself while all of his so called friends drank too much Canto Bight juice and well, gotten bitten by it. Instead he just pushed his datapad over to his dad, so Din Djarin could see what he’d been doing.

“Huh… those aren’t half bad. Self portraits? Did you use a mirror?”

His dad looked at the images and smiled at them. Grogu was glad about that at least. Calling something not ‘half-bad’ wasn’t quite as nice as saying it was good. Like really good. Like surprisingly, amazingly good considering everything it took to get that far. 

Grogu nodded. He pointed at the datapad itself. It had a kind of shiny surface and he could see his own image reflected in it. He’d been watching Diggle and Daggle, the Fish that fish, ‘How to catch fish on a budget’, and realized halfway through that he’d watched that episode before. That’s when he noticed his reflection when the vid switched to a darker background and it had looked like the scale fish they were dragging into their boat suddenly had Grogu’s face on it. He’d laughed pretty hard at that, although none of the other people in the palace seemed to notice… at all.

“Ah. Your reflection. Got it. Listen. If you’re done with your sketching for now, do you want actually go fishing? I think we’ve been cooped up here for too long and should just spend the day outside, having fun.”

Grogu frowned and then concentrated. Was this really Din Djarin? Had something happened to his real dad? Had he been replaced by a droid that just sounded like him? Grogu couldn’t remember the last time his dad had ever said they should just have some fun. Hmmm. Probably because he’d never said that before. Ever.

Should Grogu actually argue with his dad about spending the day having fun? Nope.

He saved the work he’d been doing and put down the datapad and nodded his head vigorously. He’d love to go fishing. Even on Tatooine it was a better way to spend a day than his plan to count all the grains of sand in the rancor enclosure. 

“Good. I’ve talked to the Daimyo about it and he’s going to come with us, and Fennec, and the Ugnaughts, and…” 

Din Djarin stopped talking as they both heard a loud crash and the sound of yelling. 

What the heck?!

“I better go check that out.” 

With that, the Mandalorian was half way across the room before Grogu realized that his dad didn’t plan on bringing him along. If they were going to spend the day together, they were going to start right then and there. Grogu leaped across the room and landed on his dad’s back and hung on tight. 

“Fine. If you want to come along for whatever this is, but don’t put yourself in harm’s way. That crash could have been the kitchen mechs cleaning up after the party or something much worse.”

Grogu laughed at that. He’d realized that was possible and actually fairly likely. This wasn’t his first party, even if it was his first Present Day. While the Jedi were certainly serious people and focused on educating their younglings to ensure that they met the expectations set by centuries of exemplary behavior from the Masters who had come before them, when they were far enough away from Coruscant, they could really have some fun. Like the time he and his pod mates were brought to Dantooine to help replant the gardens that had been damaged by a freak windstorm. 

Ian had been certain that the assignment was going to be long, arduous, and boring. Grogu had reminded his friend that things only had to be that way if you approached them that way. Ian had been surprised at Grogu’s comment and asked him to elaborate. Really, Ian had said, “Okay, kid. What’s the plan? Spill the beans.”

And Grogu had. Well, he hadn’t located beans to spill. Those had to be planted. But he explained that when you used the Force to help plants grow faster and stronger, sometimes the plants did interesting things. 

“Come on kid. Be more specific. You should know, I don’t think that a plant turning from white to red is very interesting.”

Grogu had just explained all about Sarad Lilies and how they needed to be pollinated when Ian started complaining about the trip, so he already knew his friend wasn’t fascinated by that ask of botany. 

With a flick of his wrist, Grogu produced his datapad and showed Ian a series of vids that depicted plants that had been ‘helped’ along by the Force. Vines that were as thick as Ian’s whole body. A flower that was as tall as the two of them combined. Bean plants that had pods so large Grogu could have built a home in one. Stuff like that. Ian had been impressed and fascinated. As he should have been.

“Okay. I like the way you think, kid.” He turned to address the rest of their pod mates. “Listen up, you lot. When we get to the Temple, the kid and I have a special project. Your job is make sure that no one misses us. You got that?”

The other six younglings nodded their heads. They had enough experience with the ‘Dynamic Duo’, Master Beq’s nick-name for Grogu and Ian, that listening to Ian’s orders was much easier than trying to talk him out of them. Discretion was definitely the better part of valor in that pod. 

When they arrived at the Temple gardens it was clear to Grogu that all manner of damage had occurred and that the first they would have to do was clear away the debris. The Jedi who were assigned to this temple were busy fixing the damage to the interior of the buildings and repairing their ships. It was heavy work that required a lot of skills and the use of machinery that none of the younglings had ever seen before. Needless to say, Ian had been disappointed by that. Clearing up the debris was just the sort of heavy manual labor that he wanted to avoid whenever possible. 

“Listen, Grogu, keep on eye of the other kids. I’m going to see if they have a repulsor lift or two. I can show you how to use it and we can get this mess cleaned up much faster. Then we can have a party.”

Since Ian was striding away with purpose before Grogu could even respond, he just shrugged and turned to his pod mates and talked to them about what they could do while they waited for Ian. They agreed with him, because again it was easier than arguing, and they all went about the work as Grogu directed. 

And that is how, thirty minutes later, when Ian returned with two repulsor lifts, he stopped short and performed a short, dramatic retelling of every curse he’d ever learned, although Grogu had no idea how he’d learned any of them at the Jedi Temple. 

The curses made sense. Grogu and the other younglings had used the Force to create a tower of debris that was perhaps fifteen or tween meters tall and at least another ten meters wide. It looked like a living wall given how many plants were green and appeared to be growing at an accelerated rate. 

Being distracted by Ian’s exclamation and word choice, Grogu had turned to look at his friend, just as he’d been using the Force to direct another vine to grow. The vine was meant to stabilize the wall, but instead it leapt toward Ian, who reacted with typical speed and defensiveness. The two lifts went hurtling at the wall and collided with it with a deafening noise of branches snapping, stuff falling, and the other younglings yelling in surprise. It was a pretty noisy event. 

The Jedi from the Temple, including Master Beq, who had told them not to do anything until they had further instructions, came racing out to the gardens with their lightsabers blazing. What they found was Grogu and his pod mates sitting on one of the repulsor lifts, while Ian operated the other one to move the fresh debris pile to a better location.  The scene looked far more serene than it really was, but Grogu thought that was all for the best. No need to make the Master’s feel bad about not supervising the work more closely. The pod didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity to have a party, like Ian had promised.

To be continued.

[28dayslater]

i have two quastions for you, pick and choose which one you want to answer depending on how much time you wish to spend indulging my whims

1. what footy teams do the various terror & erebus blokes support

or, if you want to cut to the chase

2. most likely coys on those ships

Knew exactly what this was going to be without opening the ask and spent the entire time washing my hair pondering it

I absolutely cannot pin down Jopson to a team, his vibe just does not match any, but he does have that hidden blokeiness about him so I can't say it wouldn't be his thing... need support on this one.

Blanky: as discussed he would support some nothing non league team no one's heard of with every fibre of his being. Hurling his wooden leg in the air when they score a consolation goal in a 6-1 hammering by Stoke

Crozier: this is the epitome of a 2020s man utd fan. Got into them decades ago when they were dominating and is now crushingly miserable every week. Life's good until it ain't

Tozer: I really really hate to say it but he's clearly YNWA. Will talk no more about this.

Fitzjames: city and he started supporting post-takeover and feels constant shame about it. "My dad supported them!" No, he didn't, and it would be less cringe for all involved if you admitted that

Little: just look at this miserable cunt. He's coys to his core and if he had a second team it would be fucking Everton. The type of spurs fan to respond to a derby loss by saying we never had any hope bc they were always better than us in every way

Hodgson: FULHAM

Hickey: whichever team is currently winning

Goodsir: neutral, stats guy, I must conclude his favourite team is Brighton which is probably why he got homophobic abuse

Sophia: Arsenal women 😒

Irving: tried to watch on tv once and got flustered by the shorts, has not attempted since

Tartnell: for secret reasons I must say gooner

Gibson: forgot he was here. Wolverhampton Wanderers and he calls them by the full name every time

Bridgens: Middlesbrough or something

Dundy: Drinking eight Madris at Dulwich hamlet and being sick on the kitman

Macdonald: SPL team that isn't Celtic or Rangers, can't elaborate further as I can't tell any of them apart

Des Voeux: England travelling fan, doesn't watch club football

Diggle: footyscran admin

Stanley: whole thing is beneath him

Collins: rugby

Sir John: Chelsea and Rangers

[dufferpuffer]

Order member ages

Just wanted to post this as its own thing for future reference. People often say Dumbledore recruits directly from Hogwarts, but it never seemed to line up with how old most of the members were...? So - I looked up who all the known members are! :)

First War:

Order was founded 1970 at the earliest - dissolved 1981. Earliest birthday possible: 1953, graduating 1970

S. Black, class of 78. R. Lupin, class of 78. P. Pettigrew, class of 78. J.+ L. Potter, class of 78. S. Snape, class of 78 E. Bones - Murdered w. wife + kids. Brother of the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones. M. Fletcher - already well integrated in Wizarding crime world. A.+ F. Longbottom - They would have been OLDER than the Potters as they were 'Prominent Aurors' and Auror training takes years to complete. A. Moody - Legendary Auror. Retired after this war. S. Podmore - Born 1956/1957, apparently…? G.+ F. Prewitt - Molly Weasley's brothers. E. Doge - Albus' schoolmate. Ab. Dumbledore - His brother. A. Figg - old Squib. R. Hagrid - He was 51 when Harry was born Unknown age estimate: C. Dearborn - Missing. D. Diggle. B. Fenwick - 'bits of him' were discovered. D. Meadowes - Personally killed by Voldemort, might mean he is a skilled adult. M. McKinnon - Killed 'with her whole family' E. Vance - 'stately looking with a green shawl' in the the 90s.

Note with the Longbottoms: They were 'Prominent Aurors' - which means they worked for the Ministry for some time. If they were born 1953, and thus graduated 1970 - they would only be 27 when Neville was born... giving them a little time to have built their careers while still being a younger couple. But was the Order formed right at the crack of the war...?

Second War:

F. Delacour - 95/96 at Gringotts, joined the order through Bill. H. Jones - Unknown age. Never mentioned to be at Hogwarts while Harry is there. N. Tonks - Adult, well into Auror training. C + B Weasley - Adult, well into their own careers. A + M Weasley - Born 1949/1950. M. McGonagall - I mean I suppose she was recruited from Hogwarts hey haha K. Shacklebolt - An Auror; my man became Minister of Magic F + G Weasley - 'Graduated' 95/96 - opened store H. Granger; R. Weasley - First mission seems to be when 17 H. Potter - Did some things with Albus at 16...? Unclear.

If I am missing anyone please add B^)

- Harry was doomed to face Voldemort anyway. Does he really count as an Order member...? He's more the reason the order exists. - Ron and Hermione are there in support of Harry - and only do things for the Order after Albus' death, when they are 17 and don't have much choice, they are hunted. Is it really 'joining the Order' when the order barely exists anymore...? - Fred and George... did they do any Order things before Albus' death...? Were they just running their shop, with their Mum breathing down their backs to not get involved? Unclear.

Notes to do with the second Order: Molly is against the children participating. Sirius, Lupin, probably some others but I can't remember are in support of it.

Albus Dumbledore was also against the children participating - especially in 95/96, where his whole deal was trying to keep them at school, safe - even though they weren't learning jack shit. It takes Harry having a meltdown, Sirius dying - and Dumbledore being cursed - for him to go "Fuck it... Harry, you should help. I gotta teach you before I die."

Observations about both Orders:

They both have a large group that come from one source. In the First War it was the Marauders, in the second the Weasleys.

They also share an 'Auror talent' that seem more affiliated with Moody than they do Albus: Tonks and the Longbottoms.

It makes sense that when one person joins others are likely to follow. The Weasley parents -> the Weasley kids -> Fleur. James, Sirius -> Peter, Remus, Lily -> Severus.

That's not really recruitment from school.

If I personally were to use the school to groom/recruit children to fight for me in a war: I would be trying to get the best from every year. I would be heavily encouraging kids from all year levels that show promise to take certain classes and learn certain spells... Then, I would assess them when they graduate: '71, '72, '73, '74, '75, '76, '77, '78 was a big year. '79, '80... A constant trickle. A couple of new people this year, one the next - and they are all likely to bring at least a friend along, too - right...?

Yet we don't really see that happen. It's just that one bumper crop from 78, that one friend group. Were there NO talented graduates in any other year...? Was ONLY Griffindor considered...?

There isn't exactly a 'skill requirement' to join the Order. You had people there just to source information. Remus did werewolf jobs. Peter Pete'd all over the place. There were min. 2 pregnancies...

They were losing people - if they needed quantity over quality, if they only really needed base loyalty and a good heart... why NOT recruit more students? And yet there's just one blip in 78.

That doesn't particularly scream 'groomed child soldiers' to me. BUT - there are 6 people from the first Order whose ages can't be estimated. Are they the missing child soldiers from the years before/after the Marauders? Dunno.

[saintsenara]

living for these asks! i'm feeling enemies-to-lovers today...i'll go for mad-eye moody/barty crouch jr.; mundungus fletcher/kreacher; xenophilius lovegood/viktor krum; vernon dursley/dedalus diggle; ludo bagman/barty crouch sr. :)

thank you so much for the ask, pal! wonderful selection!

barty crouch jr./alastor moody

i back this enormously. you've got the forced proximity thing - because he's got moody chilling in that trunk - and you've also got the fact that barty's canonical daddy issues clearly make him... invested in gaining the approval of older men.

the fact that moody also has an uneasy relationship with barty crouch sr. gives them something in common. and imagine the carnage if we learn that moody also has complicated feelings towards his own father. the role-play writes itself.

mundungus fletcher/kreacher

say what you will about kreacher, but he knows his worth. he's not slumming it with mundungus when orion's trousers are still knocking about.

viktor krum/xenophilius lovegood

have you ever seen the episode of father ted where ted accidentally comes into possession of a huge amount of nazi memorabilia? this ask reminded me of it for some reason...

dedalus diggle/vernon dursley

huge fan of this concept. dedalus is obviously gagged by his ability to drive, and i can see him talking vernon into taking him for a little spin where he stares adoringly at him while vernon explains why nobody with any sense should want the euro.

who could resist?

ludo bagman/barty crouch sr.

a hill i'll die on is that - while i don't think he was a marked death eater/considered important in the slightest by voldemort - bagman was a genuine death eater sympathiser and his collaboration was deliberate. i will also die on the hill that crouch sr. is the only person who sees through his performance in the dock and is furious over the failure to convict him.

and just imagine crouch storming up to bagman in some ministry corridor, hearing "what ho, barty?" in bagman's exaggerated good-fellow manner, leaning in to hiss "i know what you did" and watching as - just for the briefest of seconds - the mask shatters and bagman whispers "prove it" back.

delicious.

[lesbianspeedy]

whats worse, arrow's first mia adaptation being married to their roy adaptation, or arrow's second mia adaptation being planned to end up with their connor adaptation

whats worse, arrow's roy losing his arm in a plane crash, or mia adaptation taking the name "speedy" bc it was her childhood nickname

whats worse, arrow reducing shado as a love interest (in a love triangle with oliver and deathstroke) that they kill of for a white OC, or shado also coincidentally having an identical twin sister they show in two flashbacks and never talk about again

whats worse, australian deathstroke (played by a kiwi actor) or british eddie fyers

whats worse, connor being diggle's son instead of olivers, or connor actually being bronze tiger's son that diggle adopts

[kay-diggle]

A Second Experience

Summary: Y/N is less sexually experienced than her boyfriend, Jimin, and she wants to change that by getting another person involved as well.

*This is a continuation of a short fic I wrote three years ago called “Experience.”  t’s not required to read Experience first, but I would recommend it!! It can be found on my Masterlist as well! Pls check author notes at the end*

Pairing: Jimin x Female Reader x OC Vanessa

Genre & Rating: Smut, 18+ (kind of just pwp but like 97% porn!)

Warnings: bisexual!OC, bisexual/bi-curious!reader, threesome, oral (f & m. recieving),  dom!jimin, dom!OC, sub!reader (y/n is kinda getting passed around in this idk), a little degradation, some praise, sexual insecurities, breast fondling, handjob, blowjob, bondage? (Y/n gets tied up with a belt), sexual intercourse, unprotected sex (pls be safe guys), use of sex toys (dildos), honestly it’s hard to put warnings because so much happened here and it’s absolutely filthy pls just read with caution!!

Length: 7.2k words

*This fic is currently un-edited*

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“Jimmmiinn,” you said in a sing-song tone.

“Oh god,” he groaned playfully. “What is it y/n?”

“Well, I saw an interesting post on Twitter earlier and it got me thinking-”

“Well that’s never good,” he cut you off, a teasing smile on his face.

“Shut up!” you laughed, moving to straddle his lap. You knew you would have to up the sex appeal for what you were about to propose to him.

“There was a woman who made a tweet about how she and her boyfriend had a threesome with some other girl and he ended up getting the girl pregnant.”

“Wow.. that’s terrible. She must be heart-broken,” he frowned but you couldn’t help but smile a little at how your boyfriend was always so thoughtful towards other people’s feelings, even those he didn’t know.

“Yeah, it sucks. She was super upset….”

“Yeah,” he studied your face, trying to see any reason why you’d be bringing this up to him. “Y/n, where exactly is this going?”

“Well… I was just curious about whether you have ever had a threesome before?” you asked shyly, making yourself a bit smaller in his lap. When you had planned the conversation out in your head hours earlier, you didn’t think you would be this nervous.

“Have I ever had a threesome?” your boyfriend raised his eyebrows as he repeated your question.

“Honestly, yes, with two girls. BUT it was a long time ago -- way before we met, and super random.”

You remembered the conversation you had with him a few months ago about your inexperience  when you had sucked him off for the first time, and you couldn’t help but frown. His reassurance from before had definitely made you feel much better, but his answer was disappointing. You wanted him to say no. You wanted him to never have done anything as “freaky” as having a threesome. But it is supposed to be every man’s dream, right? Or maybe that’s just a bad stereotype. Either way, he’s done it.

The sex between you and Jimin was always good, but always the same. Never switching it up much, usually vanilla, nothing but soft touches. The first and only time you had ever seen a more dominant side to him was when he was coaching you through giving your first blow job and you absolutely loved it. You wanted to see that side of him again. And although his reassurance was nice, upon hearing his answer to your question, you immediately went back into questioning if you were good enough to please him. I mean how could you, who had been a virgin a few months ago, compete with his sexual experience of having two girls at once.

But really, you felt most disappointed because you wanted him to say no so that it could be something you’d experience for the first time together.

And Jimin being the ever observant boyfriend he was immediately picked up on mood shift. “Babe?”

“Hmm?”

“What’s wrong? And before you tell me ‘nothing,’ I know you’re lying,” he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer towards his body.

You sighed. “I asked for a reason but then I kind of just got into my own head just now, and now I don’t know how I feel. Just forget I asked, it’s stupid. I’m stupid,” you tried to move off of his lap, making him tighten his hold on you.

“Okay, woah woah woah, slow down. Why did you ask, and what did you think because of the answer? I need you to talk to me okay, I’m right here,” he brought one hand up to cup your cheek, guiding you to look him in the eyes. You melted at his words once again, getting ready to spill your guts.

“Well… I was.. It’s just.. You being with two girls made me feel a little insecure,” you confessed, avoiding his eyes.

Jimin sighed deeply before removing his other arm from around you to hold your face in his both hands, forcing you to look at him again. “This is the last time we’re having this conversation. This will be the last time that I tell you nothing I did in the past matters anymore. I love you; I only want you. You are perfect in every aspect of the word.” He kissed you and you wanted to cry. You loved this man so much.

“Okay,” you gave him a sad smile after your lips left each other. “I only asked because… well.. I wanted you to not have done it before because….. I wanted us to try it together,” you mumbled that last part under your breath, hoping he couldn’t hear you, but he did. And he was dumbfounded.

“You- you want to have a thre- threesome?”

You winced at his question. “Yes.. is that crazy?”

“No!” he rushed to make sure you knew he wasn’t judging you. “Babe it’s not crazy at all, I just didn’t think it would be something you were into.”

“Well… are you into it?”

“I mean, I guess I could be. I don’t particularly like the idea of sharing you though,” he joked, easing your nerves just a bit.

“Well I’d be sharing you too. Plus I want it to be with another girl!”

“Oh.”

To say Jimin was surprised would be an understatement. Everything about this conversation had shocked him, but this? He would have never seen this coming.

“Well.. do you like girls? In that way? Is that what this is about?” he asked thoughtfully.

“I’ve been attracted to women in the past, yes, but I’ve never really thought about it too deeply. Women are just beautiful, ya know?” you chuckled. “I would like to experience being with a girl to see how I like it, but we really don’t have to -”

“We can if you’re comfortable with it,” he cut you off. “I just- are you sure this is a good idea? If we do this, I don’t want you comparing yourself to the other girl.”

“I won’t! I mean… I’ll try my best not to. But I honestly think it could be fun. Doing things with you, and getting to have my first experience with another girl at the same time.”

And you also thought that Jimin having a new memory of a threesome that you were in replacing the memory of the old one could be a plus too.

“Okay then, let’s do it,” he smiled and kissed you.

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It was a girl you had gone to high school with, Vanessa. She had came out as bisexual and openly dated and hooked up with both sexes. You weren’t exactly friends but had always been friendly enough with each other due to having common acquaintances. And she was hot. And also super nice. When you had reached out to her and explained your situation, she agreed with little to no reluctance.

Jimin took the backseat, wanting you to have the final decision in everything. In his mind, all he had to do was show up and make sure you were happy and feeling secure in your relationship. He wanted this entire experience to be about you and what you wanted which is why he easily agreed to the girl you chose, not taking much interest in her in the first place. He only had eyes for you and made sure to let you know as much as he could in the days leading up to the time you scheduled with Vanessa.

Now sitting in Jimin’s bedroom with your two partners, you felt a little more than awkward with the situation; however, Vanessa was quick to create a pleasant atmosphere with Jimin’s help.

“So, is there anything off limits for you two?” she asked.

You and Jimin shared a look, realizing that this was probably something you should have discussed beforehand. “Well.. uh, Y/n?” Jimin offered the question to you.

“Um… I don’t think so? Maybe just nothing with anal cause I’ve never done that before. Other than that, I think I’m good.”

“Alright, I can work with that,” Vanessa smiled sweetly. “Anything else?”

“No, I think we’re all set,” said Jimin.

“Great. Well then….” Vanessa got up and started moving towards you with a predatory gaze. “Let’s get these clothes off you,” she started removing your jacket after pulling off her own.

She caressed your arm before straddling your lap. You wrapped your arms around her waist, looking up at her with slightly scared eyes. She giggled at you before kissing you. The kiss was slow as she was clearing testing the waters, and when she started grinding down on your lap, you took the initiative to slip your tongue into her mouth, but she kept in control of the kiss anyways. As Vanessa rocked her hips on you, she moved your hands to make you grab her ass.

And Jimin sitting next to you was getting hard beyond belief at the sight of you two all over each other. Frankly, it makes him feel like one of those horny teenage boys who always fantasize about two women being together. He decided to intervene, coughing slightly to remind the two of you of his presence.

Vanessa pulled away from the kiss at that sound, smirking before she moved to sit in his lap too. His hands found a place on her waist, but he was sure to look at you for confirmation before doing anything. When you gave him a small nod, they moved to kiss each other. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the feeling of her lips, but at the end of the day, they just weren’t yours.

“Move towards the headboard,” Vanessa sent the command to you once she pulled away from your boyfriend’s lips.

You followed her instructions and watched as she got off of Jimin’s lap and sunk to her knees in between his legs. Jimin had to take in a breath at the sight of her seductive eyes looking back at her. She unbuckled his belt, pulled it through the loops of his jeans and placed it in his hands, muttering a quick ‘hold this’ before starting to rub him through his pants. And when she licked him through his pants, he leaned back on his palms, waiting for her to get to work with her mouth. However, she had other plans.

“Oh Jimin, as fine as you are… and you are VERY fine, I’m more interested in playing with her,” she nodded her head towards you.

Having been sitting near the headboard this whole time and just watching, you were expecting the same as Jimin, that Vanessa was going to give him a blowjob, so when the attention was suddenly centered on you, you froze.

She stood to her feet and pulled you by your ankles to make you lay down. While you tried to control your breathing, Vanessa whispered something in your boyfriend's ear and stood back while Jimin approached you, smirking. He spread your legs and crawled in between them to sit on his knees, coming down to kiss you. His hands find your waist and begin tugging up the hem of your shirt before it's pulled over your head and thrown on the floor. You take the initiative to unhook your bra too before laying back down, pulling Jimin to kiss you again before breaking away.

“Y/n, Jimin is going to tie you up,” Vanessa comes to the side of the bed, breaking you out of the trance Jimin’s lips just put you in.

You felt Jimin bring your wrists together and wrap his belt around them, fastening them to one of the bars of the headboard. You tugged at the restraints to find that they weren’t too tight but tight enough that you couldn’t  break free which made you a little tense. Sensing this, Jimin rubbed your thighs to soothe you and leaned down to press sweet kisses to the side of your neck.

“You doing okay?” he whispered.

“Yes… kiss me,” you replied and your lips connected once more.

Jimin schooched down the bed and took your panties and shorts off with him, leaving you bare for Vanessa who took Jimin’s place in between your legs. She kissed your lips, then moved to your neck leaving tiny love bites, and worked her way down to your breasts massaging both of them in her hands and licking and biting one of your nipples while looking you directly in the eyes before switching to the other. Behind her, you saw Jimin leaning against the wall in your room, staring at the sight before him and looking absolutely delectable. You couldn’t help the tiny moans you let out, so aroused that your wetness was starting to drip out of you and onto the bed.

When Vanessa had enough of teasing you, she turned back to look at boyfriend. “Do you eat your girlfriend out a lot Jimin?”

“Whenever she wants.”

“Good. Tell me how she likes it then,” Vanessa turned back to you, smirking before kissing down the length of your torso and biting at the inside of your thigh, closest to where you need her. You felt her breath puff out against you, creating a cooling sensation.

Jimin moved towards the bed and sat on his knees near your head, looking at you once before turning to watch Vanessa as he gave her instructions.

“Lick up her slit a few times, slowly,” he said and watched as she did so. “Good, now use the tip of your tongue to circle around her clit and then suck on it… fuck, just like that.”

Jimin couldn’t take his eyes off the sight of this woman eating you out. He was really turned on by it and you could tell when you saw him gripping himself through his tight jeans. At that moment, you decided to help him get off too.

“Fuck… uh, Jimin?” He finally turned his eyes towards you and all you saw was lust. “Fuck my mouth while she eats me out… please?”

And he didn’t even have to think twice before removing his clothes, joining you back on the bed. You tilted your head in his direction and stuck your tongue out, allowing him to gently tap it with the tip of his cock a few times. When you heard him whisper out a quiet ‘fuck,’ you suckled on the tip a little bit, swirling your tongue around it before letting him stick more of his length into your mouth. He let out a moan at the feeling of your mouth around him, and then let out another one when he turned to see Vanessa still eating you out after getting the hang of it.

He watched as she licked on your clit, sucked it and then thrust her tongue into your center a few times, causing you to let out little moans around him. Vanessa licked her way back up to your clit before lightly slapping your clit. The shock from it had you jolting up, taking more of Jimin in your mouth and when he felt your throat tighten around him, he threw his head back in pleasure, trusting into your mouth a little more aggressively.

“Fuck Vanessa, do that again,” he directed her and she listened, making you cry out around Jimin’s cock.

He brought his hand down to your head to remove the hair that was falling into your eyes and wrapped one hand around the back of your neck to thrust into your mouth more easily. “Fuck her open with your fingers,” he commanded while looking straight into your eyes, still thrusting.

When you felt Vanessa collect some of your wetness on a finger before sliding it in and sucking on your clit again, you gagged around Jimin. He let out a deep moan of your name at the feeling before taking himself out of your mouth to let you breathe. You coughed a few times and then he came down to kiss you again but all you could do was let out moans against his mouth as Vanessa added another finger into you and curled them, pushing that spongy spot inside of you.

“Does what she’s doing feel good, baby?” he asked.

“Yes.. it feels really good,” you nodded. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you confessed.

“Jimin,” Vanessa stilled her fingers but licked against your clit just once. “Do I stop, or should we let her cum?”

“Hmm,” he looked down at you. “I don’t know. She’s been good, hasn’t she?” his hand traveled down to your soaking pussy, two fingers rubbing  your clit.

“Yessss,” you whined, and then Vanessa began fucking you with her fingers again.

“Oh God, s-so soo close,” you breathed out.

“Yea? You gonna be a good little slut and come for us Y/n?” Jimin asked, slapping your clit lightly before rubbing again. And then you saw white as your orgasm took over, your back arching as you pulled at the belt against your wrists. Vanessa held your hips down and legs open while Jimin continued rubbing you through your orgasm before he saw it was too much for you.

“Good girl,” Vanessa cooed, rubbing your thigh as you came down from your high. “So good for me and your boyfriend,” she giggled as she pressed kisses into your thigh.

“What happens now?” you asked breathlessly.

“I don’t know.. Should we keep her tied up?” Jimin directs his question to Vanessa.

“Hmmm.. no. I think I have an idea,” she replied, moving off the bed to strip out her clothes and get something out of her backpack.

After Jimin undid the belt, he kissed both of your wrists, wrapping them around his neck taking you into his arms to kiss your lips. You giggled, loving how your boyfriend could be so caring a minute after calling you a slut and making you cum with another person you forgot was in the room until you felt her hands rubbing your backside and kissing your neck.

“I have a strap,” she whispered in your ear. “Can I fuck you?”

You weren’t expecting this, so you looked at your boyfriend in shock, but when you saw in his eyes that he was turned on by the thought of you getting fucked with a plastic dick, you said yes.

“Sorry Jimin, she’s mine for the next few minutes,” Vanessa jokingly pushed him away and he sat against the headboard, gripping his hard length.

You watched as Vanessa tied the strap around her waist, and then she gathered your hair into one hand and moved your head towards the plastic dick, prompting you to get on your hands and knees,

“Suck on it a little bit, Y/n. Get it nice and wet so I can fuck you with it.”

You looked up at her and then down at the fake penis and opened your mouth, allowing her to guide it into your mouth. It was different from what you were used to, missing the warmth and thick girth that your boyfriend provided, but being a bit lengthier. You bob your head on it, coating it with your saliva before pulling back.

“Stay right there,” Vanessa whispered, kissing you and patting your check before moving behind you, giving you a full view of your boyfriend with his hand wrapped around his cock, precum dripping from the tip. He stared back at you with an intensity you’ve never seen from him before.

Vanessa watched the two of you for a second before harshly smacking your right ass cheek, making you whimper and arch your back even more.

“Is Jimin the only person who’s ever fucked you Y/n?” Vanessa asked while rubbing the tip of the toy against your wetness, slightly pushing into you and then quickly pulling out, effectively teasing you.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

“Yea? Well let’s change that, hmm?”

And then she slid the toy into you. You were so wet that there was little to no resistance because of how wet you’ve been the whole time. And again, you were missing the warmth that comes with Jimin’s cock, but this plastic one still felt good enough to make you almost scream out ‘oh shit’ as she bottomed out into you. She pulled out, and gave you a few more thrusts, allowing you to adjust to the toy. She tightened her grip on your waist, and sped up her movements a bit. Once she was able to fuck you more easily, she brought her hand to your head and pushed it down towards the bed, making you arch your back further and allowing her to go deeper.

“That feel good Y/n?”

“So good, so so good,” your moans muffled out into the pillow she was holding your head into.  out as you felt her hitting that spongy spot inside of you again.

Vanessa leaned down towards you, moving the hair that had fanned out across your cheek to the side and whispered in your ear, “tell your boyfriend how much you like it.”

With your head still pressed into the pillow, your eyes traveled up your boyfriend's body. His hard cock was standing at attention, tip red with precum leaking out, his hand wrapped tightly around it. He was lazily stroking it as he watched the scene before him. Your eyes traveled up more to see his toned chest and the bottom half of his face where he was biting his lip so hard it looked like he might draw blood.

Once your eyes found your boyfriends, you were surprised, as you had never seen his eyes so dark before, so full of lust. You had never seen him so turned on. “I like it,” you groaned out onto the pillow.

Jimin used his free hand to slip the pillow from under your head. “ What was that? I couldn’t hear you, slut.”

“I like it,” you nearly screamed as Vanessa was hitting all the right spots within you.

“Yea? You like getting fucked by Vanessa? You like her using that plastic in you while I’m sitting here, aching for you? You have me right here but you also needed the dildo cause you’re a greedy little whore, aren’t you?”

It was at this moment that you became aware of your boyfriend's degradation kink. You also found that you liked being degraded.

“Fuck yes!” you yelled out as you felt Vanessa move her hand underneath your body, her fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in a circular motion while continuing to pound you into the bed.

You were close. So close to coming again when you felt Vanessa stop, and pull your body up by your hair. You were at eye level with Jimin now and continued to hold eye contact with him as Vanessa gave you little shallow strokes in this new position.

“You’re letting somebody slut you out in front of your own boyfriend. Imagine what our classmates would think Y/n. You were always such a good girl,” she said, giving you a sharp thrust. “See how hard your boyfriend is for you, hmm? You got wetter when he was talking to you just now. Why don’t you be a good girl and go help him out. Go ride him Y/n.”

“Come here, pretty girl,” he called to you and held out his hand for you to take. It sounded like his voice had dropped another octave or two.

Once you were close enough, his hands gripped your waist and guided you to straddle his lap. As you were still kind of inexperienced, Jimin knew you still felt a little insecure about your riding skills, so he decided to guide you.

“You still okay?” he whispered.

“Yea.. are you?” you smiled and looked down at his hard length, wrapping your hand around it. He hissed at the feeling and dove in for a kiss.

You felt  Vanessa sneak up behind you and replace your hand on Jimin’s dick, sliding it back and forth between your sopping wet folds as the two of you continue to kiss. When Vanessa lines Jimin up with your entrance, Jimin breaks the kiss and uses his grip on your waist to pull you down onto his length. Both of your mouths drop open, momentarily speechless at the feeling. It felt much different than what you had experienced with Vanessa. He was warm inside of you. He was familiar… It felt like returning home.

Vanessa’s hands joined Jimin’s on your waist, and they both began to guide you to move up and down on his cock. You wrapped your arms around his neck to try and ground yourself somehow when Vanessa continued guiding you while Jimin focused his efforts on thrusting up into you.

“Oh my God,” Jimin whined as his lips found purchase on your neck, leaving kisses all over the area and little love bites.

“Now keep bouncing on your boyfriend’s cock just like that,” Vanessa said as she released her hold on you. You felt one of her hands travel from your waist and up your torso, stopping to play with one of your breasts and lightly pinch your nipple and then move further up until it was wrapped around your neck, slightly choking you. Her other hand moved to play with your clit again. You closed your eyes and cried out as soon as you felt her fingers on you. You weren’t going to last much longer, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold it.

“Jimin, I think we’re about to make your girlfriend cum,” Vanessa teased, tightening her grip on your throat.

“I think you’re right,” he lightly chuckled. “Look at me, pretty girl,” Jimin said, slapping your thigh and then letting his hands replace Vanessa’s on your waist. “Look right at me baby, open your eyes.”

You did as he commanded and were met with a sight you loved to see. Your boyfriend looked absolutely wrecked. Sweat dripping from his forehead, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from bites and kisses, and eyes darker than ever.

Jimin’s look paired with the dirty talk you couldn’t quite comprehend that Vanessa was whispering into your was pushing you over the edge.

“My pretty girl is gonna cum for me, right? My pretty little slut is gonna cum all over my cock, hmm? Keep those eyes open. Right on me.”

And you did exactly as he said. Your orgasm hit you, leaving your jaw slack and your body leaning back into Vanessa. Your legs started shaking as you raised yourself off his cock and let out heavy pants. Vanessa sat back with you between her legs, cooing at you, calling you all kinds of ‘pretty’ and ‘good girl’ as you came down from your high.

Without your knowledge, as you were busy trying to catch your breath, Jimin and Vanessa shared a quick look and head nod before both of their full attention were back on you. Jimin crawled in between your open legs and pressed a light kiss on your forehead as Vanessa continued to stroke your arms in a comforting way.

“You’re doing so well for us, y/n,” he said, pecking your lips. “You want to keep going?”

You were fucked out of your mind at this point, and so, you just nodded your head and gave your boyfriend a stupid smile.

“Okay. Stay just like this for me,” he sweetly stroked your cheek. “Vanessa, hold her legs open,” he instructed.

Vanessa held your legs up using the area behind your knees and then widened them. This position essentially left you immobile as you were laying directly on Vanessa and couldn’t move backwards either. And it’s exactly what Jimin wanted.

He slapped the tip of his cock against your sensitive and engorged clit a few times, smiling at your whining before using his hand to guide himself into your entrance once more.

“Fuck Y/n, you feel so good,” he groaned as he bottomed out. “Always so fucking good for me.”

His hands gripped your torso and he began fucking you faster, fucking you with purpose. The wet sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with your non stop moaning filled the room. You were so wet that he slipped out of you and he re-entered you, quickly resuming his previous movements.

The feeling was becoming too much for you to handle, too good, and you started wiggling your hips a little trying to move back, but it was impossible to do so with Vanessa’s grip on your legs and her body directly behind yours. Your boyfriend realized what you were trying to do and let out a deep chuckle.

“Vanessa,” Jimin calls out to her as he started slowing down his thrusts. . “Do you wanna know a secret?”

“Mmmhmm,” she hummed in response, too focused on watching your boyfriend move in and out of you.

“Y/n here is a runner,” he grunted. “Almost every time I fuck her, she tries to run from me. That’s why I’m happy you’re here.”

He looks down at you while you look up at him and his grip on your toso tightens. He stops his movements inside of you completely before lowering himself more towards you and giving you a light peck on your lips.

“There’s nowhere-” hard thrust “for you-” hard thrust “to run-” harder thrust “now.”

He began fucking you harder and harder, and you didn’t think you had ever felt him so deeply inside of you before. You could also feel Vanessa holding onto your legs tighter and grinding against the bed, no doubt turned on by the scene between you and your lover unfold right in front of her.

“Hmm.. look at how well you’re taking that dick Y/n. I know it feels so good. You should never run from it, sweetie,” said Vanessa. “Do you wanna cum again? Want your boyfriend to have you shaking all over his cock again?”

“Yes,” you looked up to her and answered, being so fucked out you were barely able to get the word out.

“Well I’m not the one fucking you am I?” she nodded towards Jimin. “Tell your boyfriend what you want. Ask him to let you cum.”

You refocused your attention on the man fucking into you. At this point, your eyes were so low that you could barely see him. Before you could even say anything, he shook his head at you causing you to whine once more.

“Can I please cum, Jimin? I’ve been so good for you and Vanessa. Please make me cum. Please let me cum. Please, please, please, please, please,” you cried. You could hear the desperation in your own voice and normally you would’ve been embarrassed, but you wanted to come so badly that you couldn’t even find it within yourself to care.

“You wanna come baby? I’ll make you cum.”

And you were so close, so so close to that feeling, that undeniable bliss you had been chasing, but Jimin stopped fucking you to reposition your body with the help of the girl holding you. Now Vanessa was sitting on her knees, your torso on her thigh, and holding your legs back while Jimin’s hands were on your hips, holding them up off the bed. As he continued fucking you, much harder and faster now, your body rocked back and forth against Vanessa’s thighs. And every thrust he gave you was pushing into your g-spot once more. They could both tell you were super close now, and Vanessa almost dropped one of your legs to move her hand towards your clit again until Jimin directed her not to.

“Don’t touch her,” he directed the comment towards Vanessa. “If she wants to cum, she’s gonna do it just like this… fuck,” he groaned.

The feeling of him pressing into your g-spot repeatedly left you shaking, and the sound of his thighs slapping against your ass left your ears ringing. It was like you were feeling everything all at once, but the feelings felt so good that you were numb. As Jimin was fucking you as best as he could and Vanessa was trying to sooth you with her words and light kisses on your forehead, all you could do was yell out any and everything that came to mind about how it felt so good, how it was too much, how you never wanted it to end, and how badly you wanted– needed to come.

And eventually, you did. The feeling was so intense, so overpowering and euphoric that you didn’t even realize you were crying. Or how hard your legs were shaking, or that you had squirted all over your boyfriend’s lower abdomen.

You didn’t register anything that had happened until you heard both Vanessa and your boyfriend cooing at you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you up towards him and pressing his lips against your own. Vanessa rubbed your back as he hugged you, both of them whispering praises in your ear like no tomorrow.

You were thoroughly fucked out. There was no way you would be able to take anymore and they both knew that. You knew that both Vanessa and Jimin had not cum yet as both of them had been focusing their energy on trying to make you cum. You also knew that Jimin wouldn’t make a move towards her without your permission first, so despite you being tired, you decide to make the first move for them.

“Vanessa, lay down,” you commanded, but your voice came out smaller than you expected it to.

Nevertheless, she laughed before doing as you asked, and you joined her on the bed. Your lips connected and before you knew it, you were in a heated make out session with lip biting and tongue everywhere. You hummed into the kiss before moving your lips down her neck, across her collarbones, and to her breast leaving little kisses in your wake. Your hands found both of her breasts, squeezing and massaging them just to get a feel, as you had never felt a pair that wasn’t your own. And then your lips wrapped around one of her nipples, sucking lightly and then giving the same treatment to the other. One of your hands slid down the rest of her body and found its way to her wet center.

When your cool hands connected with her wet warmth, she let out a deep sigh. You quickly looked back at Jimin, signaling that you wanted him to join you, thus he began kissing Vanessa and playing with her tits as you abandoned them for her pussy. After completely coating your index finger in her wetness, you slid it into her wet hole and heard her moan out even louder, asking you to add in another finger. And you did just that, slowly finger fucking her while moving further down on the bed. You had never touched a girl in this way, and you had never eaten a girl out, but you figured you might as well try it now.

When your face reached her center, you gave her clit a little experimental lick, and you felt her wiggle her hips a bit. She was too occupied with what Jimin was doing with her to give you directions, so you just decided to go for it and wrap your lips around her clit, sucking it harshly.

“Fuck y/n, that’s so good. Just like that please.”

Her little praise motivated you to keep going, changing the angle of your fingers inside of her and eating her out more messily, so much so that her juices were spreading over your face. You looked up to see her jerking your boyfriend off while he was still teasing her nipples. They were both so close, and you wanted them both to cum after they had fucked you so well.

“Jimin, come fuck her,” you said, before going back down to lick her once more.

When his eyes met yours to see that you were 100% okay with it, he obeyed and you switched spots with him. You watched him give himself a few more jerks before lining up with her entrance, but you stopped him with a low ‘wait’ before he could go in. Your eyes met his and you gave him the most sultry look you could muster before you bent down and took his length into your mouth, deepthroating him immediately and keeping your eyes on his the entire time as you began bobbing your head on him as well. You took him out of your mouth and spit on his length, rubbing it up and down on him trying to get him nice and wet.

“Now you can fuck her,” you smirked, letting him go and moving back towards Vanessa. He really never thought that you would be so freaky, and in that moment, Jimin wanted to bend you over and fuck you again, but he figured he would save it for another day.

He slid his cock into Vanessa, stretching her out and watching as she gasped at the feeling.

“Hoy fuck,” she moaned. “My god y/n, your boyfriend feels amazing. So so big. God, I’m not gonna last,” she whined.

“That’s okay,” Jimin started. “I’m not gonna last much longer either,” he said as he started to speed up.

As he was fucking her, you went to sit next to him and watch. You never thought you would be turned on watching your boyfriend with someone else, but the sight in front of you was nothing short of incredible. Who wouldn’t be turned while watching two extremely hot people fuck?

You momentarily stole his attention when you kissed on his neck, prompting him to turn his head and kiss you fully. But you didn’t wanna ruin this for Vanessa, so you broke away from him and crawled closer to her, kissing her again before running a hand down the length of her body before connecting your fingers with her clit. You rubbed fast circles against it, leaving her moaning into your mouth and tightening around Jimin’s cock before her jaw dropped completely.

“Fuck I’m close,” he warned, speeding up his thrusts. “I’m so fucking close. Oh my god.”

“Me too, me too,” Vanessa groaned.

“Y/n, turn around, come here,” Jimin instructed.

And so you changed your position so that you were straddling Vanessa’s stomach, facing Jimin and matching his height at the moment. Your fingers resumed their work on her clit which made her cry out once more, and one of Jimin’s hands moved to wrap around the back of your neck. And while Vanessa began to rub and play with your ass that was in front of her, your boyfriend pulled you in for a kiss while he continued to fuck into the girl below you. Even though he was fucking someone else, his focus was still on you, just like it always was.

And when Jimin began to fuck her harder, hitting all the right spots, she came with a loud “oh shit.” It was the leg shaking, toes curling, eyes rolling back kind of orgasm that Vanessa rarely ever got when she had sex with guys. She became impossibly tight and Jimin slipped out of her while you moved from on top of her to next to her, rubbing her stomach in a soothing manner like she had done for you when you came.

After Vanessa had a quick breather, she pulled you to join her on the floor as you both sat on your knees. You had a feeling that you knew where she was going with this, so you held your hand out for your boyfriend to take, leading him to stand in front of both you and Vanessa. Jimin could’ve cum at the sight below him– two girls that he had fucked and completely wrecked, one of them which he was completely in love with. And his dick was incredibly hard, possibly harder than it had been ever before.

Both you and Vanessa wrapped a hand around him and began stroking him together. And you decided to suck on his tip while Vanessa stroked the rest of his length. Jimin threw his head back in absolute pleasure and let out the loudest moan you’d heard from him yet. His hand found the back of your head, wanting you to lower your mouth a bit, and Vanessa followed your bobbing movements with her hand until she decided to change course and began suckign on his balls. After a few seconds of this, when the feeling became too much, Jimin finally came down your throat with a loud moan of your name as Vanessa was still fondling his balls and until he let go of you fell back to sit on the bed.

You tried your best to swallow the sticky substance, but as all of it didn't end up in your mouth and began dripping on your cheek, Vanessa licked it off of your face before kissing you with tongue to get more.

“Fucking hell..” Jimin sighed, watching the scene before him.

When you finally broke away from the kiss with Vanessa and met his eyes, you giggled before turning back to Vanessa and giving her one last peck. Your boyfriend held out his hand to help you stand up and join him on the bed before offering the same thing to Vanessa. She only stood and then put her hands on her hips, loudly breathing out before looking down at the both of you on the bed. A shy smile spread across your face before you snuggled closer to your boyfriend, and Vanessa just giggled, finding you to be extremely cute.

She excused herself to the bathroom to shower before packing her things up and getting ready to go. You showed her out, hugged her goodbye, and thanked her once again for joining you both.

When she left and you rejoined Jimin, you couldn’t meet his eyes, not after all of the depraved shit you just did. And when you went to sit on the opposite side of the bed, he knew something was up.

“You’re freaking out in your head right now, aren’t you?” he chuckled.

“Well how could I not be freaking out. We just did…. all of.. that!”

“I know,” he whispered, getting up to join you on your side of the bed. He pushed you to lay down and then laid on top of you, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “But you liked it, right? It wasn’t too much for you?” You could hear the concern in his voice.

“No… I did like it. I’m probably gonna be really sore for the next couple of days, but I’d say this experience was worth it,” you laughed.

“Then that’s all that matters, Y/n. That, and the fact that I absolutely love you,” he said.

He kissed you and the smile grew across your face.

You knew that any future experiences you had, whether they be sexual or not, you wanted them all to be with him.

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Notes: If you’ve read this before it’s because I previously posted and private this twice but OMMMGGG, I’m kinda getting emotional right now because I worked on this fic for over a year and generally haven’t posted in about two years. This is the longest fic I’ve written thus far (also the smuttiest) and I’m kind of proud of it. I can’t promise that I’ll write more but if this story is received well, then I’ll definitely make an effort to try. Hope anyone who comes across this enjoys and PLEASE leave feedback; it’s greatly appreciated! :) Also, I’m also planning to keep this little “series” going and write about more of Y/n’s firsts so stay tuned for that!

Another thing, I have more time in my schedule to write now so IM REOPENING MY REQUESTS! SEND SOME IN PLZ & THNX! 

[schrijverr]

Painful Memories

After Diggle sees Oliver use a gun for the first time, an offhand comment makes it so that Oliver opens up about the Red Death that Kovar injected him with and how it nearly ended him.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: Oliver talks about a past near suicide attempt and is still passively suicidal & mentions of being drugged

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In a way, Diggle feels like he shouldn’t be surprised that Oliver knows how to use a gun. It seems the man pulls out new strange skills every other day, so he should be used to it.

However, it takes him by surprise when his bow gets damaged and he grabs a gun off of one of the security guards to continue fighting. And it still feels weird when he watches Oliver expertly clean the gun now that they’re back in the Foundry.

Oliver looks concentrated, but also zen, the movements familiar. He’s getting lost in his own mind as he completes is task and Diggle is curious to know what he’s thinking. “So, guns.”

“It’s been a while,” Oliver replies, putting down the last pieces.

“Yeah.”

“Uh-huh, last time I held a gun without intending to disarm it, I nearly killed myself.” The confession doesn’t seem planned or purposeful. It’s more an absentminded comment that comes from idle musing as he works.

Diggle’s heart stops. Oliver being suicidal shouldn’t come as a surprise, there’s a reason Diggle is worried about Oliver becoming a casualty in his own war. The way he throws himself into danger is reckless and will get him killed one day. But the thought of that being by design still sends a chill down his spine.

His eyes worriedly watch Oliver reassemble the gun and he finds his voice seconds before the clip goes back in. “Hand me the gun.”

“What?” Oliver frowns, holding the clip in one hand, the gun in the other.

“Hand. Me. The. Gun,” Diggle repeats slowly, holding out his hands.

Oliver looks down at the gun, then back to Diggle, before it dawns on him why Diggle is suddenly asking him that. Disbelieving he huffs: “I’m not- I’m not going to kill myself, Diggle.”

“And I’ll feel a lot more certain about that, if you hand me the gun, Oliver,” Diggle shoots back without hesitation.

They stand like that. Across from each other. Diggle refuses to budge, not wanting to risk it no matter what Oliver says, while Oliver is stubborn and annoyed about not being believed. The only peace of mind Diggle has, is that the clip remains out of the gun, though with the skill Oliver showed earlier, he’ll have to move fast should Oliver want to change that.

“I’m not going to kill myself,” Oliver repeats.

“I believe you, but I’ll feel better if you hand me the gun.”

“Dig, you’ve been working with me for weeks. I’ve been around all sorts of weapons. If I wanted to, I could’ve done it with any of those weapons.”

“Yeah, but you never mentioned wanting to with any of those other weapons. So, for my sake, just hand me the gun.”

Diggle holds out his hand once more, giving Oliver an imploring look. For a moment, it seems like Oliver is going to continue being stubborn about it and raise Diggle’s blood pressure, but then he sags a little and hands over the gun. If it weren’t for the situation, Diggle would insist he is pouting about having to hand it over.

“It wasn’t like that when I thought about it,” he says as he gives Diggle the gun. “The only reason I did was because I was drugged.”

“I haven’t heard of any drug that can induce that,” Diggle tells him, getting the gun out of Oliver’s reach.

“Well, then you’ve clearly never been drugged with an old KGB interrogation drug,” Oliver huffs.

“What?”

“They call it the Red Death, it’s supposed to make you relive all the hurts you’ve ever experienced,” Oliver shrugs. “They give you a gun with one bullet. Most shoot themselves.”

“But you didn’t.” Diggle infers that much, since Oliver is still here. However, the information sends him reeling.

Such a drug sounds horrifying and it’s another piece of horrible shit that Oliver went through that he keeps to himself. Diggle has slowly been getting bits and pieces out of him, but there is so much he keeps to himself. It does nothing to dissuade the worry he feels for the other.

Oliver latches on to what Diggle says. “Exactly. I didn’t. I’m still here. If I were to do if, after all the years of bullshit, that would have been the moment. But I decided to live, Diggle. I chose to go on. I’m not going to shoot myself in the head, just because I have a gun in my hands.”

And Diggle wants to believe him, but he’s lost friends he served with, who were reckless like Oliver was, but always chose to live in the heat of battle, but couldn’t bear to make that same choice when they came home.

He chooses his words carefully, not wanting to give Oliver the feeling he doesn’t believe him when he is so miffed about it. However, also still concerned. “Alright, I can believe you won’t do anything that reckless. But no more guns. And I will be keeping a closer eye on you.”

“You’re being ridiculous, I’m not going to kill myself,” Oliver throws his hands up.

“Then you should have no problem with me watching out for you,” Diggle says. “It’s not like I’ll see anything that will cause me more worry. Or are you afraid that I’ll make you realize that just because you’re not putting the gun to your head that the recklessness you show in the field is more than wanting to complete the mission?”

“It’s not like that and you know it. I do what needs to be done,” Oliver explodes. “I don’t need you to coddle me. I survived hell, I survived that drug, even when everyone I knew was suddenly there, telling me how much better life would be without me. My recklessness is calculated. I always plan on making it home.”

His chest is heaving angrily after his outburst. Diggle isn’t sure if he meant to say all that, but it makes Diggle both respect him more and worry about him more.

If he had to guess, he’d say Oliver didn’t plan on revealing as much with the way his eyes shutter close into that emotionless mask Diggle has seen him use so often. He wants to push more, but it won’t be productive, so he just says: “Alright, I’ll let it go.”

The words are a total lie, because Diggle refuses to let it go. Oliver has become a friend, the only one he still has after Andy. He gave him his purpose back, made him live more than a routine he hated. He can’t lose his friend, his brother. So, yeah, he won’t let go, but he’ll say as much to put Oliver at ease.

“Thank you,” Oliver says after a beat, sounding a little suspicious, but willing to believe Diggle if it means the conversation is over.

Wordlessly, they set up everything to close up in silence, which accompanies them into the car as Diggle drives Oliver home, before returning to his own apartment.

Diggle doesn’t bring it up again, but always makes sure to keep an eye on Oliver to see if anything in his behavior changes. Observes when days are harder and when they come easier, sees how Oliver pulls through consistently.

He also sees how Oliver gets more good days over time, how he opens up more. Let’s others in, like Felicity, Sara, Roy. He has his loses, but they don’t drag him under and drown him like they used to before.

So, when they’re in Corta Maltese getting shot at by a private army, Diggle doesn’t hesitate in throwing a gun at Oliver when he asks for it. He trusts now that he won’t do anything stupid with it and gets a bit of pleasure from watching Roy’s confused face when Oliver expertly uses it.

The worry never fully fades, but both of them have moved from surviving to living. That’s not something to underestimate.

[spirkkock]

Terror, expedition, and Northwest Passage!

terror - which ship would you rather be on, terror or erebus?

Ohhhhhh toughie. I know Erebus is probably the more comfortable ship, seeing as it’s newer and a bit fancier, and Franklin and JFJ are both more level headed captains… but honestly? Gotta be Terror. For one thing Diggle is definitely a better cook than Wall and I’m pretty sensitive to bad food. Second, I think the chaos and drama would be very entertaining. Watching Jirving and Hodge would keep me entertained all fucking day, I’m sure. And Hickey… I’d watch him like a hawk for no other reason than to watch him lol. Third, there’s so many sodomites on Terror, I could get at least one of them to bugger me, I know it. I’d even stay behind after the lashing, I think. I’d like being on the quiet empty ship.

expedition - top 5 favourite characters?

This is soooo hard omg.

In no particular order:

Solomon Tozer, Edward Little, Thomas Jopson, Francis Crozier, and last but not least that little rat man Hickey (But I love all my children)

northwest passage - who’s your favourite of the ships doctors?

McDonald!!!!! I love Goodsir (if we’re counting him) a lot but I every time Alexander McDonald is on screen I’m fixated on him. He’s so gentle and his accent is so lovely. He’s another reason I’d rather be on Terror. If I was sick he’d be so sweet to me and call me a “good lad” and I’d be like :)

[lacrimae23]

my arrow favs:

season: 2. definitely. without hesitation. season 2 is-[too many words] perfect. i love it.

bad guy: slade wilson • 1. slade 2. chase 3. malcolm

ship: olicity (no one guessed, i know it's hard to tell) • dyla, theroy, nyssara, merlance [ i have to add that i am sad and kinda mad that they ruined curtis x paul. i know people ship him with nick and i have nothing against it, but for me it was paul x curtis 🥺 i like them for them but also because i would like to see the life of a couple in which one person is a vigilante and wants to save the world through mask and one is not but supports the other AND THAT THEY ACTUALLY CAN WORK LIKE THIS WITHOUT DIVORCING. this storyline could happen, i know, i understand paul, i understand curtis, but i would just love to see a working relationship with one person doing all this vigilante stuff and the second living relatively normal life (relatively - with husband dressing in a superhero suit and punching people at night; you know what i mean🙈) . it would be nice. but i also love them 'just for them', you know. i'm sad about it so that's why this quick rant]

team (throughout the show): OTA. always and forever, one and only, yes. with sara and roy: also perfection, but OTA is 'it' for me

fav female character/fav male character: felicity smoak (unexpected, i know) / oliver queen

fav character: felicity smoak (tbh, in arrow i love almost every single character. they did good job with them. i love felicity, oliver, diggle, sara, thea, roy, tommy, i enjoyed helena's screentime, mckenna, and i like laurel, quentin, moira is an icon, sometimes a ruthless icon, but an icon all the same; i would love to see felicity — moira teaming up in later seasons soooo much; i have fanfics for that [thanks all the authors again!!]. i know all of these characters had their flaws (who doesn't) or didn't started their journey on the arrow so well, but i love them 🥹)

fav place with junk food: big belly burger (because i had to mention it)

[thesleepingdemonofhogwarts]

Dedalus Diggle: The Eccentric Defender of the Wizarding World

If you’ve ever heard about shooting stars appearing over Kent on the night of Voldemort’s first downfall, you’ve already caught a glimpse of the enthusiastic personality that defines Dedalus Diggle. A loyal and eccentric wizard, Diggle has earned his place in the history books as a dedicated member of the Order of the Phoenix and a fierce protector of Harry Potter.

The Night the Stars Fell

Dedalus first made a name for himself on November 1, 1981, the day the wizarding world learned that Voldemort had been defeated. In his excitement, Diggle celebrated by setting off magical shooting stars over Kent—an event that people still talk about to this day. It was a spontaneous act of joy that perfectly captures his spirited, excitable nature.

A Humble Encounter with Harry Potter

Although Diggle was a well-known figure in certain circles, he was starstruck when he finally met Harry Potter in person. He had, in fact, crossed paths with Harry once before, bowing to him in a shop years earlier when Harry still lived with the Dursleys. But it wasn’t until Harry’s first trip to the Leaky Cauldron that Diggle introduced himself properly. It’s said that Dedalus could barely contain his excitement, shaking Harry’s hand and beaming with pride to meet “The Boy Who Lived.”

A Member of the Order of the Phoenix

Beneath Diggle’s cheerful exterior lies the heart of a brave wizard, fiercely devoted to the fight against dark magic. He was one of the original members of the Order of the Phoenix, joining under Albus Dumbledore’s leadership to resist Voldemort’s reign of terror. While he’s perhaps not the most powerful wizard in the Order, Diggle’s dedication and courage made him a vital part of the group.

Harry’s Safe Passage

During the Second Wizarding War, Diggle’s role became more serious. In Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, he was part of the dangerous mission to safely escort Harry from Privet Drive to the Burrow, using the “Seven Potters” strategy. He also took on the critical responsibility of relocating the Dursleys—ensuring Harry’s Muggle relatives were hidden away and protected from Death Eaters as the war escalated.

Quirky but Courageous

Dedalus Diggle’s eccentricity is part of his charm, but his courage is what truly defines him. From celebrating Voldemort’s downfall with magical fireworks to risking his life in the Order of the Phoenix, Diggle embodies the spirit of a wizard who may not seek the spotlight, but always stands ready to defend what’s right.

Though often seen as a lighthearted figure, his dedication to Harry and the fight against dark forces proves that even the most unassuming wizards can play vital roles in the greatest struggles of the wizarding world.

[burnwater13]

Concept art by Christian Alzmann. Image depicts Grogu sitting on Ossus and holding a frog in mid air using the Force, while Luke Skywalker (partially in frame) sits watching him. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 6, From the Desert Comes a Stranger. Calendar by DateWorks.

“What are you looking at, buddy?” 

Grogu looked up when he heard Din Djarin speak to him. It had been a pretty rough few days. He was mad at his dad and his dad was mad at him. Or at least irritated. Either way. 

It had all started when the Mandalorian asked him to clean up his room. ‘For the thousandth time’ according to the bounty hunter’s cranky words. Grogu had replied that it had only been thirteen times since the day before, when they got back from a visit to Tatooine. Needless to say, the Mandalorian did not like the ‘back talk’. 

‘A good Mandalorian apprentice listens to their mentor, completes their tasks in a timely manner, and does not sass them. Maybe you should have stayed with Luke.’

Wow. Grogu could barely believe his ears when his dad said that, using those listening skills he was being accused on not having.  Not only was it hurtful, but it was ridiculous. Grogu was never going ‘stay with Luke’ because he didn’t really need to go to Jedi Sleep Away Camp to learn anything. He knew how to use the Force and Din Djarin knew that as well as anyone else. 

Grogu had stomped off to his room and slammed the door. His dad had yelled at him for that but Grogu pretended he couldn’t hear those words. Wasn’t that the purpose of the door? To provide for privacy? He had some private annoyances and irritations of his own to deal with and he chose to deal with them in his ‘too messy for a Mandalorian apprentice’ room. Uff. Dads!

Grogu hadn’t talked to his dad for the rest of the day as he slowly, methodically, and with exacting use of the Force, cleaned his room. Really, he didn’t clean it all. He organized it. All the art supplies went back into their drawers and cabinets. All the clothing was sorted, clean/dirty, placed in the appropriate receptacle (if dirty) or drawer (clean) and folded as necessary (clean only, dirty clothes didn’t need folding no matter what his dad said). 

After taking care of his armor, his study materials, his data comp, and his other miscellaneous toys and possessions, he had made his way to the main room, retrieved a rations pack and returned to his room, where he ate it by himself as he watched Diggle and Daggle’s Great Adventure with the sound turned so low only he would hear it. He didn’t want his dad barging into his room and complaining at him about being too noisy. That was the sort of thing the Mandalorian did and it always annoyed Grogu. 

He was grateful that Djarin hadn’t taken the door off the hinges again. The last time Grogu had slammed it, a total mistake because his hands were full and he’d used the Force, the bounty hunter had gotten the tools out and said he couldn’t have a door until he learned how to treat it appropriately. Grogu had apologized and explained what happened and his dad had reluctantly admitted to having a head ache and put the door right back up. 

Grogu promised himself that if the Mandalorian tried to take his door away this time that he would use the Force to stop that from happening. Let him get a little flavor of what it was like to have to negotiate with an actual Jedi. Then maybe he’d think twice about suggesting that Grogu go back to Ossus to pick up Luke’s training again. If he could do that with a door he could do that with the cabin, with the speeder bike, and with the N-1. 

Once the Diggle and Daggle vid was over, Grogu had gone to bed after washing his face, using the privy, washing his hands, and changing into his night clothes. He wasn’t going to let his dad grouse at him about wearing the same clothes all the time which was rich when it was coming from a guy who never took his helmet off and never cleaned his second layer. Eww.

Yes, Grogu knew that the Mandalorian did actually take his helmet off once in a while. He shaved. He cleaned his teeth. He cut his hair. But who knew if Djarin was good or bad at those things? Were their spots that he always missed? Did he forget about the soap behind his ears? Were his bangs uneven? The answer was probably yes in all cases, but without sharing his face with Grogu there was just no way to know. 

The next day they both continued to give each other the silent treatment. The Mandalorian spent the day fussy with the N-1, cleaning his weapons, polishing his armor (when didn’t he polish that stuff?) and the like. Grogu, for his part, made his own meals. Studied his lesson materials. Completed his quizzes, watched more Diggle and Daggle, and went to bed early. It was a very uncomfortable but productive day. 

Finally, the next morning Grogu decided to go through his vid album. R2-D2 had made it for him for Grogu’s naming day (it had been a year since Ahsoka Tano had told the Mandalorian his name). It included all sorts of vids that had been collected from the old Razor Crest, from the Mandalorian’s sensors, and other sources. Apparently, R2 had a drone it liked to use to make sure things were going okay for Grogu when he and Luke were wondering all over Ossus. R2 must have known what a handful Luke was. 

‘Not easy to train. Listen the boy does not.’ 

Grogu laughed as he heard his old master’s voice describing his best friend Ian. That description fit Luke pretty well too. For example, the vid he was looking at showed Grogu lifting a frog with the Force. He had been trying to show Luke how it was important to be gentle and fine tuned. You don’t just haul a whole pond’s worth of frogs into the air with the Force. That was uncivilized. The very next vid would show Luke just hauling up all those frogs as if Grogu hadn’t said anything at all. 

Now that his dad was there, looking over his shoulder, Grogu realized that Luke was probably just distracted by a bunch of other things and couldn’t focus and that he needed to be a better master if he expected Luke to be a better student. 

“Love you, dad.”

It was the only reply to Djarin’s question that made sense to Grogu.

“Love you too, buddy. Love you too.”