#dont hex him pls and thanks

[nijisanji-brain-rot-fics]

hex haywire ; as your boyfriend

POSSESSIVEEE, LIKE HAVE YALL SEEN HIS STREAMS?? ITS SO FUNNY BUT SO SCARY BUT ALSO KINDA ENDEARING????

protective, maybe a little too much, but yk protective.

he aint letting ANYONE touch you. nobody. except girls, he's chill with ur female friends, BUT DUDES?? NUH UH

he might possibly have a criminal record but uhmmm mama im in love with a criminal

every date would defo have wine or some sort of alcoholic drink

if u were stressed, he would defo stroke ur hair while comforting you and humming under his breath while u were on his chest ASJHHDG

forehead + neck kisses >>>> :)

OMG HIS CAT WOULD FUCKING LOVE YOUUU

he would defo get mad because u keep spoiling his fucking pets LMAOO

he's the type to pout when ur too busy for hugs or kisses or cuddles or anything affectionate in the moment [unless ofc ur having a bad day, then he'll give u ur space]

[a/n: guys i tried...... IDK WHAT I WAS DOING LMAO SOB pls hex is so silly and bbg like omg IK HE SOUNDS LIKE A YANDERE BUT LIKE.....I WANT HIM AS A GREEN FLAG OK IM SORRY ong guys btw this is all fiction aight, none of this is canon or anything, so dont take like the criminal record stuff too seriously cuz ik therell be some ppl out there who might and like, its supposed to be headcanons alright 😭 ok thank you www]]

[erenmpreglover]

Hello hello! Heard you do nijisanji match ups, i was wondering if i can have one too :DD

(Preferably Male, but Female is fine too!)

Gender: Female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: Omnisexual (basically like pansexual but yeah, it's hard to explain😭)

Zodiac: Aries

Appearance: 5'6/5'7, chubby, medium lenght wavy hair, tanned skin, dark brown eyes

Mbti: INFJ/INFP (took the test multiple times, these are the two i get always)

Personality: energetic, likes to joke around (in the right time of course), friendly, kind of smart? (My brain is confusing👁👁), sometimes soft spoken, gets easily irritated when im forced to multitask.

Likes: music, food, movies, nature, photography, cooking, playing games, doodles, late night talks

Dislikes: bitter food, when people ask the same question over and over again,

Love Language;

Giving: Acts of Service, Quality Time, Words of Affirmation, Gift Giving

Receiving: Acts of Service, Quality Time, Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch

Extra: i tend to tap my foot nervously, i hum whenever i cook sometimes or put on a vod in youtube and watch while i do chores.

(That's all! Let's see if i can get my oshi, thank you for this! Hope you have a wonderful day!)

I pair you with…

Ike Eveland !

hear me out…

• first off: IMAGINE HIM LETTING YOU DOODLE ON HIM IN MARKER IF YOUR NERVOUS RAHH 🦅🦅

• no seriously like making a bunch of heart doodles on his hands 🫶🫶🫶

• he overworks himself a lot and if you pull him out of his trance he will melt melt melt

• srsly if u worry about his health hes going to be wrapped around your pretty little finger

• he dates for marriage; not for fun. so if youre not up for a serious relationship he will probably end things even if it hurts him

• FYCK I DONT EVEN WANT TO THINK AB IKE BEING SAD I LOVE HIM SM

• someone needs to match me up w him fr

• anyway, will hum you to sleep as well if you have trouble sleeping. its the sweetest thing ever.

• omg imagine coming home one day and the first thing you hear from his streaming room is his metals screams LMAOO

• “BARRRRGGHHHHH 🔥🔥”

• he knows your introverted and he is too so he’ll probably take you on dates to restaurants every now and then, but most of the time he’ll set up at home dates

• imagine him setting up a fort of blankets, pillows, etc and having netflix on the TV (bonus points if youre watching Thirteen pls that is my most favorite movie of all time..)

• IMAGINE THE SNACKS HE WOULD GET

• okay end of rant i love him too much

• HE WILL READ YOU TO SLEEP 11/10 EXPERIENCE HE HAS THE BESTEST VOICE IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD

• if youre sick he might EMPHASIS ON MIGHT sing you to sleep

• will actually ask if caviar toast would help you if youre sick

• in his eyes caviar toast makes everything better

RUNNERS UP: Hex Haywire, Selen Tatsuki

[haechanitboy]

I'm so in love with nct this isn't healthy s.o.s. -🦊🦊

join the club omg it’s not good I need like,,,, a real person to date rip

[leossmoonn]

I’m begging be my wingwoman 🔮 (male marauder pls)

My name is Laila. I use the pronouns she/her 💜. My favorite color is purple (like my room is purple and everything) and I’m unlabelled cause I do what I want 🙄. I ramble A LOT. I love talking about things I’m passionate about like fictional universe, movies (I’m obsessed with movies) and music, yes I can listen to the same song 15 times a day. I love r&b, bedroom pop, rock, grunge so anything really. When I’m not screaming madly about racist, homophobic, Islam phobic and sexist ppl or fictional universes, I talk about astrology and personality tests. I just love trying to figure out ppl and understand them. So, I’m really intuitive. Maybe it’s because I feel like no one understands me but idc cause I’m in denial about my depression all the time so I’m still the funny, talkative (I can still be calm and cool, I’m an introvert after all), super supportive friend in my friend grp (which is only two ppl btw). As I said I’m obsessed with movies and music which results in me being dramatic. Like I would be the type to propose that we dance in the rain, watch the stars or open the windows of the car and scream at the top of our lungs on the bridge of some Lorde song or “Just like heaven” by The cure. Btw I’m an hufflepuff, I’m biracial (half African, half white french Canadian), I’m 5’8 and an infp. My big three is libra sun, Scorpio moon and Capricorn rising. Sorry if I overwhelmed you, sometimes my mind just gets so full ;) thank u and have a wonderful day/night <3

ahh this isnt too much dont worry! it gave me a lot to work with :)

marauders ship - sirius black

so you annoyed sirius at first bc you were trying to figure him out. you asked him lots of questions and tried to get under his skin bc you knew he was more than just the gryffindor playboy who occasionally plays pranks. (spoiler alert: you were right lol). you also had a slight crush on him, which caused you to want to talk to him a lot. and honestly, he liked you too, he just hated that you were trying to figure him out. he wanted to remain mysterious, but once you two became a couple, he knew that wouldn’t happen. you were the first one to ask him out. it was kind of out of a dare from your friends and his friends bc they teased you two a lot, and his friends knew youd kill him w your questions. so you asked him out casually and he agreed. he ended up setting up the date and it actually turned out a lot more romantic than you thought lol. he ended up setting up a little picnic under the stars by the black lake. he made your favorite dishes and you were very very impressed. you two ended up learning a lot about each other and sirius fell haaaarrrdd that night. he learned what your favorite songs were, your dream job, what zodiac signs you hate, your family history and personal life. he was a big talker himself, but that night he just let you take control of the convo bc he loves your voice. he thinks its so cute when youre excited abt the topic too. you were ranking your favorite movies from worse to best, and whenever you got to the best ones, your eyes would light up and you would squeal and your whole body would shake in excitement and it just made sirius smile so much. like by the end of the night, his cheeks were numb. you two ended up turning on music, your fav ofc and you introduced him to a lot of r&b and bedroom pop and he is a proud supporter of destiny’s child and wallows. you two laid on the blanket and looked at the stars. you started talking again abt astrology and stuff and sirius even took a turn in talking abt astrology and it really surprised u and def made you 10000x more attracted to him hehe. the night ended w him walking you back to your house and a sweet goodnight kiss and him asking you to be his girlfriend. awe! you two are the hottest and loudest couple ever lol. you two often play pranks on each other, sirius teaches you eletric guitar to your fav rock songs, you end up making him take a personality test hehe. he wasnt very political before but you turned him into a polite - most of the time - politician. you two know all the facts and always win the arguments. (or end up hexing ppl lol). you two are al all-around supportive, loyal, fun, and loving couple. and though your personalities may clash (you blame it on the zodiac signs hehe), you two are soulmates and wouldn’t change a thing abt each other <3

hope you like this :)

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[xparecivm]

amycus carrow: a dumbass temporary intro for a dumbass boy 

hi meet amycus :)

18 years young, slytherin, live laugh love

(cw parental death, vague references to abuse) take a boy, give him a twin sister, let them be super loved by their parents for a few short years until their awesome mom gets sick and unfortunately passes away, then have his dad remarry faster than him and his sister can blink. step mom? awful, horrendous woman, hates the kids, hates the world. dad? whether its grief or pressure or shame or whatever, he also becomes awful, horrendous, also suddenly seems to hate the kids he’d so loved not that long ago. 

but they’re still carrows, they’re the carrow family, pure, sacred, among those on the short list pronouncing which families in wizarding britain still hold true magic in their veins. the twins may be ignored, neglected, hurt, but they must never forget who they are.

so now you’ve got two kids stuck in a big house with two adults who want nothing to do with them. what do they have? only each other. amycus loves his sister, would quite literally do anything for her, he’ll gladly call her out when she’s being a bitch or hex her as a joke and they rumble like all siblings do but he’s also incredibly protective over her, always has been (even though she can MORE than fight her own fights)

he’s a very good lil pureblood boy!!!! great to bring home to ur parents, says all the right yes ma’am no sirs, dresses up perfectly for various galas and parties and what-have-you, is the perfect lil man of the house, great at sucking up to teachers (probably the only reason he hasn’t failed half his classes yet tbh)

his dad has essentially left all the responsibility to him - amycus will inherit everything once his old man croaks, sure, but his dad isn’t lifting a single finger for him before then. amycus is responsible for networking, socializing at events, representing the family name, finding a good career - it's all fallen onto him. he works hard to keep up the image of a perfect young man!!!

he’s also a pain in the ass when he’s able to turn that “perfect boy” persona off - the anger he’d aimed at his father and stepmother for years was able to be unleashed once he started at hogwarts, and unleashed it was - mostly at other students, notably muggleborn students. easy targets, cheers!

the death eaters is just the obvious crowd for him to fall into - one, they’re all his roommates. bois who commit heinous acts 2gether stay 2gether!!!! saturdays are for the bois and for war crimes!!!! two, their father had been a supporter of the dark lord for years. it was taught to them from birth. three, he honestly, truly believes that muggles are out there stealing magic that belongs to him and his people, true magicfolk. four, dark magic is just more fun, isn’t it?

he likes two (2) classes: DADA (for the dark arts part not the defense part, dont get excited) and herbology - he’s actually SUCH a big plants guy its like his one big thing he’s a big old strong boi who does sports and is like the suave football player who bullies freshmen except he also loves gardening and plants very much 

everyone knows alecto to be the really bad one of the pair, the viscous one, the one amycus has to hold back more often than he’d admit. but don’t underestimate him - he’s more careful about it, sure, more cautious in his behaviors - but he can be just as viscous, and he’ll sneak up on you with it. he smiles, but it catches the light, and for a brief moment it make you think of what a jungle cat must look like just before it pounces 

quick short things:

has dark mark uwu

also has “FD” stick ‘n poke tattooed in the crook of his right elbow, ask him what it means sometime

biiiiiiiiig fan of unforgiveable curses loves to study those bad boys

don’t call him amy he doesn’t like that he won’t be happy pls and thank u 

is a chaser on the slytherin team (was a beater, took the role a bit too seriously, got switched. does he aim for the other team’s keeper more than the goal half the time? maybe. who’s to say)

he’s also in herbology club and will genuinely never be a bitch while doing herbology club stuff. it’s like Amycus Carrow’s Big Boy Calm Down Time

is weirdly nice? until he’s not. he likes to be a fuckin weirdo like that 

he’s a vegetarian :-)

[honeymoonjin]

Chapter Eleven

Summary: When you hear that your recently deceased grandmother left you her property in her will, at first you think that a dinky old cottage in the middle of nowhere isn’t going to mean much for you. But after spending a night there, you discover something far more valuable than the house itself: a hidden door that leads to another time, the same place but over 200 years in the past. In the late 18th Century, there is a king who will die before his 21st birthday unless you can save him. Will you help him, even if it means leaving your own life behind?

A/N: This chapter is a little different, it’s in Yoongi’s point of view. I was going to make it Chapter 10.5 since it kind of occurs alongside Chapter 10 chronologically, but I didn’t want anyone thinking it wasn’t necessary to the plot, because it definitely is. Let me know what you think!

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"Can't you just let me go with you, hyung? I'll be good!"

This kid. Yoongi shakes his head firmly, hurriedly grinding some herbs together for a last-minute clarity charm. "You mess up enough here as it is. I can't leave something like this up to you. Besides, Y/n specifically asked for me to go, didn't she?"

The shaman tries to ignore the way Taehyung fixes his puppy dog eyes on his elder. "But what will I do when you're gone? I'll be all bored and alone."

Tipping the ground herbs into a small vial, Yoongi's voice is flat as he makes sure the vaguely green dust makes its way into the vessel. "Then go back to the palace and keep Y/n company. Make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. Alright, I need to leave. Be sure to leave the portal door open, but lock the front door with the hex charm; do you remember it?"

Taehyung seems affronted at the suggestion. "Of course I can do a hex charm, Yoongi. I'm not incompetent, you know..."

Yoongi straightens up and stares at the boy who's pouting in the kitchen. Feeling a sliver of guilt, he sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Listen," Yoongi says, voice gruff but apologetic, "I'm just making sure. I'm trying to keep you safe."

"Forget about it," Taehyung mutters under his breath, studiously ignoring his elder as he grabs an apple for the road and shrugs on a coat. "I'm going, like you wanted."

Yoongi winces when the heavy wooden door slams behind his assistant, and he stands in silence, listening to the the light scrape of Taehyung’s fingernail against the door, paired with the muttering of an ancient Chinese spell. Most of the magic Yoongi used nowadays were more modern Korean methods, but for the more basic enchantments, it was common to use the original spells.

Finally, all was quiet again. Yoongi cleared his throat to try and break the melancholic gloom he had slipped into, and double-checked the minimal belongings on his person before he left. He was not going to be in the modern world long, would not even have to leave the confines of the house itself, but Yoongi never went anywhere without a small leather pouch of basic ingredients tucked into his belt, the glass vial of a clarity charm dangling on a cord around his neck, and a small blade in his boot. All things proceeding as planned, he wouldn’t need them.

The first thing Min Yoongi noticed about the future was how clean and bright everything was. Gone were his heavy curtains, dark walls and sooty hearth. He emerged out into a hallway (something only palaces were large enough to have in his time, but he was familiar with them nonetheless) with a strange spongy fabric floor and impossibly straight, flat walls that appeared painted uniformly. He couldn’t imagine the finesse it would take a painter to manage to evenly coat this expansive surface without leaving streaks. Perhaps magic was more commonplace in this day.

Yoongi had been here once before, to lure Y/n back to his time, but he had transformed into a cat, then, and it was the middle of the night, rather than the break of day. Unsure which direction to go, he followed the hallway left, until he made it to the very end. “She said the communication device was in her sleeping quarters. Here, she wrote down some instructions for its use.” Yoongi felt for the note again in his pocket, comforted by the crisp edge of the thick paper. He had read that note to the point of rote-memory, but was glad it was there anyway. All Yoongi had to do was locate a bedroom, and then the ‘phone’ would be on a wooden stand beside it. He was actually feeling some excitement unfurl within him to find this device; from Y/n’s description, it sounded like a very complexly enchanted item.

As Yoongi made his way from room to room methodically, ignoring everything that wasn’t a bed (even though he was desperately curious to try out the bath – something he recognised from his time, but seemed far more refined) he thought over his previous encounter with Taehyung.

Was there really such a need for Taehyung to take everything to heart all the time? That boy was too sensitive for his own good. It would get him hurt one day.

When Taehyung and Yoongi met, almost three years ago, the shaman wasn’t looking for anyone. In fact, he had sworn off ever taking an assistant again after… what had happened with the last one, but Taehyung was insistent. His parents didn’t want him working on their farm anymore, he had said, and the King’s Guard wouldn’t take him in. He would have nowhere else to go. Perhaps Yoongi should’ve seen that as a sign that the boy wasn’t a particularly capable worker, but instead he had opened his arms and welcomed him in. He never had been able to say no to a pretty face. Yoongi thought maybe that was his biggest flaw yet.

Behind the fourth or fifth door, past the small door in the wall from whence he came, Yoongi found a bed, wider and more lushly decorated than the modest shelf-and-blanket combination he had. Letting out a gasp of relief at the chance to distract himself from the memories of his assistants, he rushed forward into the room, scanning it for a wooden stand.

Directly to the right of the bed is a short, squarish cabinet. On top is a small metal box with glowing red numbers, a very glossy and crisp book, and a small black device. Yoongi consults with the slip of paper, and tentatively touches the tip of his finger to a protruding button. Gasping with wonder as the surface lights up, Yoongi realizes there are words on the screen, all gathered in small boxes. He takes the time to read some of them, having to re-press that button as the screen keeps going dark after a few moments.

   Jimin, 8:21pm: r you still busy at the house? can u please just text me back baby, if ur busy thats okay, im just a little worried out u, thats all… it’s getting late…

   Jimin, 10:49am: okay, im heading off to work, flick me a text when u get this xxx

   Jimin, yesterday 5:11pm:  we dont have to if you don’t want to

   Jimin, yesterday 4:28pm: date night tonight? xxx i feel like i havent seen you in ages baby xxx

There are more, but they disappear out the bottom. Yoongi frowns. He thinks he remembers this Jimin; if memory serves, it was the sleeping male curling up to Y/n when he briefly visited her dreamscape. Yoongi had been so caught up in making sure she fulfilled her end of the deal that he had almost forgotten she had a life outside of their time. Those messages were a sobering reminder of how much Yoongi was asking from her. How much she was giving up. He didn’t like that feeling.

Clearing his throat noisily in the early evening silence, he picks up the device delicately and places it on the bed, flattening out the note beside it. Y/n’s instructions make sense as he follows along, although it takes him a while to work out what she means by ‘text bubble icon’.

Once he reaches that screen, and clicks on the name ‘Jimin’, those same messages appear, but in a different format. “I’ve already seen these,” he tells the device. The device does not respond. “I seek to create one of my own.” He sighs. The magic on this glass apparently cannot react to voice, only touch. He reaches out and clicks on the small white box that says ‘iMessage’ in grey. “Yes, I do want to message,” he mumbles distractedly. A large array of small letters appears below. Y/n wrote down to tap each square to write the letter. It seems an awfully impersonal way of writing, and it takes Yoongi quite a long time to tap out what Y/n has asked him to write, as well as pressing a small blue arrow to the right, which pushes the message upwards, resting directly below those from the Jimin.

   omg im so sorry i missed these jiminie ㅠ ㅠ i hope ur not too worried.

   im ok, just not been feeling great so ive been sleeping a lot! im not sure yet if its contagious so pls dont come out, i know uve got that show coming up and i dont want u to get sick ok!

   love you lots baby!

Yoongi sighs once he finishes, resting back on the bed, but soon three bouncing dots appear in a box. He watches them dance, fascinated, wondering what this could mean, until they change into words. Y/n did tell him that Jimin would be likely to reply and had simply written on the bottom of the note, ‘no apostrophes, or capital letters, call him baby or jiminie, and make sure he doesn’t come out to the house!’

   Jimin: omg thank god ur safe i was worried!!! i can bring u round some fresh soup and we can have a night in xxx ive already had my flu jab so i wont get sick i promise lol xx

Yoongi swears, trying to speed up his reply, double-checking Y/n’s rules as he goes.

   thank you, baby, thats very kind of you. but please dont come out, im just going to go to sleep and hope that this sickness passes in time. i will notify you once

But before he can finish crudely dictating a message, a series of three hard raps echoes through the house. Yoongi stands up ramrod stiff. Surely the Jimin boy hadn’t arrived so soon? Although, Yoongi supposes transport must be more efficient in this time. He bites his lip nervously. Surely, it would be best to go ask him to leave. It was Y/n’s intention that Jimin did not come to the house, since she herself was absent, and Yoongi could not have the boy roaming around and discovering the portal’s entrance.

“Y/n?” a deep voice calls out, muffled through the walls. Yoongi swears under his breath and pockets the small device and the note, getting off the bed to go find the front door. “Are you there?” Hurrying faster, the shaman eventually locates a door with a clouded glass panel revealing a tall shadow. He fumbles with the doorknob, having to twist a key (thank God that technology hasn’t changed) to unlock it, and throws it open with a nervous huff. The man blinks once, furrowing his eyebrows. “Uh…hi?”

“Yes, hello,” Yoongi blurts out hastily, eyes roaming over the tall man. Although he saw Jimin in very dim lighting, it’s easy to tell that this is not the same man. “Who are you?”

The man is wearing rough-looking blue pants with a belt, and a tunic that’s cut at his hips instead of his legs. He holds a hand out to Yoongi. Yoongi stares at it until the man coughs and lowers it. “My name’s Namjoon. I didn’t mean to interrupt, I’m just here to speak to Y/n.”

“What-” Yoongi’s words catch in his throat when he lifts his gaze from the man’s odd attire to his face. It can’t be. A bolt of deeply-repressed hurt cuts through him. He recognizes those dimples, that smile, even the name is the same as his. It was a face he never thought he’d see again. But, no. It isn’t him. The more Yoongi looks at him closely, the man going a little red in the cheeks under the sudden scrutiny, Yoongi can see the finer details aren’t right. His Namjoon had a narrow nose, more delicate face. His Namjoon wasn’t as tall and was skinnier too. This man in front of him bore shocking resemblance, but it wasn’t him. It wasn’t his Namjoon. Sensing he had been silent too long, Yoongi blinks away the tears that threaten to well. “What for?”

“Oh, uh, it’s kind of private business, dude. Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Y/n’s sick,” Yoongi says instead, “so I’m afraid you can’t come in. I’m more than happy to pass on a message.”

The man who looks so much like his former assistant furrows his brows. “I’m sorry, who are you? I’d like to speak with her. I’ve been doing some more research for her, you see, really cool stuff on-”

“I’m her doctor,” Yoongi says instead, “I’m concerned she may be contagious, so I’ve advised her not to have guests. If you have the research with you, perhaps I can bring it inside. I’m sure she’d appreciate you coming.”

The guy laughs awkwardly, then digs into a bag at his side for a stack of pieces of paper bound in some floppy, slippery pink material. “I didn’t have time to pick up a ringbinder, so the photocopies are loose, but I managed to dig up quite a bit of the history on the Jeon reign, as well as all the following generations. It’s interesting! Hopefully she’ll get some use out of it.” The man hands the research over, craning his neck to try and glance down the hallway. “Can you tell her hi for me? And that I’m sorry for stopping by without texting ahead.”

Yoongi nods, half in a daze. He doesn’t know this strange feeling in his chest; does he want this Namjoon-not-Namjoon man to leave and never think about him again, or does he wish he would stay so that Yoongi can see just how much similarity there was? The thought comes too late, as the man turns and skips down the gravel path, getting into his car and pulling away without a second look back.

The shaman shuts the door, returning the key to its previous position, and sinks down on the floor. First Taehyung acting up, reminding him of his last assistant, and now this. The fates were being cruel today.

Forgetting about the small device still in his herbs pouch, Yoongi quickly returns to the hallway and crawls through the doorway and back into his own time, trying to ignore the hot tears that gather under his chin.

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