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[hinamie]

sweet sixteen

chapter 5 of Like the Moon Haunts the Sun is out now!! this wraps up part 1 so just a heads-up that updates will start to slow down while we chip away at part 2. we hope you enjoy the chapter and thank u all for your support up to this point <33

read from the beginning here for the full effect lmhs blog: @lmhsfic sam my love: @philosophiums

[philosophiums]

Chapter 3 - Like the Moon Haunts the Sun (by constellationqueen)

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Rating: Mature Pairings: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Minor or Background Relationships Content Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

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Instead of backing away or closing the door, Itadori steps into Megumi's space and catches him with one hand on his upper arm and the other on his collarbone. "Fushiguro, what – oh. Fuck." His eyes are down, wide, brows suddenly drawing in and wrinkling the scar that cuts between them. He turns his head away, back into the house. "Dad!" he yells, and he is loud, louder than he has ever been around Megumi in all the time they have known each other. It makes Megumi wince and turn his head away. "Sorry. I didn't –" he coughs, and blood spurts out of the wound to ooze between his fiercely trembling fingers. "I didn't know where else to go."

chapter 3 is out!! a bit of time skipping in this one, a bit of moving forward to ready the trio for the grand adventure before them

if you're enjoying the universe and want to ask questions, feel free to send them to lmhs blog: @lmhsfic ! and don't forget to go check out hina's blog @hinamie for the chapter key arts <3

[lmhsfic]

forgive me if this has been asked already, or if i am just being stupid, but what does the tag "MTEOAGFOTC Nanami Kento" mean?

GHJFDJH ok somewhere along the line i started referring to him as "father of the century nanami kento", which got abbreviated to fotc nanami kento. and then even FURTHER down the line sam added something to the lore doc (tm) about him being the most talented earthbender of a generation, so it only made sense that i add that to the acronym :’> at this point it’s just a running bit that every time we discuss lmhs nanami we do so by his full government title. tbh it’s the respect he deserves 

[xen0lush]

she let me hit cause I'm endearingly macabre

[miueo]

lee know edition︐ twt links — pub. 062624

warnings : porn porn porn porn !!!!

pairings : minho ♡ you !

note : i’m currently in hong kong visiting family ! i’m making this as i am getting my nails done zz..

you send your bf, minho a lovely message !

minho loves it when you take it from the back <33 !

you’re his cute little kitten >_<..

only good pets worship their owners !

yummy creampies from minnie !

stop teasing!!!!

minho training your small & tight hole ♥︎

the feeling when it hits your tummy ^_^..

bark bark..

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"Ready Or Not" Minho POV, chapter 31

Drabble of Minho missing your calls. ~1k words.

Minho leaves the studio, checks his phone, gets in the car, checks his phone, comes home, checks his phone, eats, checks his phone, lies down on Jisung’s bed with his face in his packmate’s pillow, checks his phone, falls asleep for an hour, and checks his phone.

When Jisung walks through the door, he’s obviously not in the mood to hang out, eyes flicking to where Minho’s spread out on his bed with that tense, jittery lightning-burn to his scent: get out of the way; a storm is coming, and you’re the easiest target. So Minho gets up, fake-stretching to keep some semblance of normalcy, and sees himself out before Jisung can even finish getting his hoodie off.

He goes to the kitchen and checks his phone. Drinks water and checks his phone. Thinks about sending you another text, even though you’d never even read the last — Call me, he’d said, and then, a minute later, Please.

He hates the feeling of you being upset with him. He hates not knowing where you are and what you’re doing, not getting photo updates of your day, the silly little things that make your voice jolt up and your fingers tack extra exclamation marks onto your words: skylines and flowers and paw prints stamped wet on concrete; funny signs outside street stalls and children’s drawings on the subway wall, hastily scrubbed at by some desperate parent’s hand. Descriptions of things: overheard jokes, the smell of fresh bread, a story your friend had told you. Long, rambling thoughts about your classes that go way over his head, shifting into English like you don’t even think about it, like your thumb is always hovering over the ‘change keyboard’ button.

You didn’t used to look or listen; you’d told him yourself, during your first real conversation. He didn’t think too hard about it at the time; you’d never seemed like the most observant person, and there’s nothing wrong with just trying to get from one place to another, really. But you’ve been so much happier since you’ve started keeping your eyes open — and you’ve sent him more and more texts as a result, too, and more and more photos, letting him scroll through your scattered messages in between schedules like the morning paper.

But now you’re upset with him — with all of them, because they’re all at fault — and when he goes to check anyway, he finds your chat just as he left it, his own words staring back at him like an accusation.

Call me, he tells you, turned into an echo by his constant rereads, checking to see if you’ve opened it yet. Please.

Pathetic, he thinks, washing out his cup. He’s sure you’re being constantly inundated with messages from the others, anyway. He isn’t going to add to the burden of that, not knowing your disposition, not when a missed text from your roommate had made you wince when you were at his apartment months ago.

Still, his thumb lingers over the keyboard when he checks his messages again. Frustrated, he throws his phone on the couch, locks himself in the bathroom, and takes a shower so hot it makes his head spin.

He can’t be in there longer than ten minutes. In that time, he misses two of your calls.

It doesn’t even register at first. Minho blinks at the screen once, twice, three times, fresh out of the shower, towel wrapped around his neck, clothes half-on. Then, he scrambles.

You don’t pick up when he calls — so he tries again, then again. Holds off a while, pacing to Jisung’s room — then picks up that scent again in the hall that marks himself as a lightning rod and their apartment as an imminently burning field, and retreats. Calls you again — nothing. Opens your chat — nothing. Hovers over the keyboard, uncertain, before finally typing out the only things running through his head in an impulsive rush: What happened? Where are you? Are you okay?

No answer. Minho grabs a jacket and trades his house slippers for shoes, keys held tight in hand. Then he changes them back, pacing the living room, wet hair dripping onto his t-shirt.

Not for the first time, he wishes you had meant it when you asked if you should always share your location with him. Not for the first time, he wishes he’d said yes, that he’d said anything, instead of just watching the way your uneasy smile had slipped and stumbled on your face.

The pack is a mess; everyone is a mess. Half of them have been locking themselves away and the other half can’t stop pacing, and no one knows how to settle the feeling kicking at all of them: the protective, placating nature of an alpha turned shrill and piercing with nowhere to go, having failed to protect and failed to placate. Minho still feels like he can taste a wisp of your scent behind his teeth, not enough to satiate but just enough to drive him mad, echoing, Mate, mate, mate— But you aren’t his, and you aren’t here, and you won’t fucking call him back.

Minho goes for a drive just to settle the feeling. He finds himself on your street without even realizing how much time had passed, staring at any lit-up window and wondering if it’s you.

When he does snap back into the present, he all but lunges for his phone, so quickly he picks up his foot without meaning to, unparked car lurching. But even though some time has passed — his screen lights up, and there’s no answer.

He supposes he deserves this. He hadn’t wanted to go along with any of this but he’d done it anyway, and now he’s paying the price for his compliance. Still, he holds onto his phone like a lifeline, opening your chat just to stare at his own words all over again.

Call me, he thinks — rereading the message, living and breathing it, plucking at the bond and hoping you’ll hear. Please call me. Please.

[christakisbang]

yes, lee know-ya i see you aging along with me you're the second oldest but, to me you'll always be the maknae~♡

[hinamie]

red sky at dawn

chapter 3 of Like the Moon Haunts the Sun is out now!! first chapter release of 2025 yippee yay wahoo we hope u enjoy!! read from the beginning here ooh u wanna read from the beginning so badddd lmhs blog: @lmhsfic sam my love: @philosophiums

[philosophiums]

Chapter 2 - Like the Moon Haunts the Sun (by constellationqueen)

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Rating: Mature Pairings: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Minor or Background Relationships Content Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

He turns the corner and his balance falters, sending him listing to the side until his shoulder catches up against the wall of whatever building is bordering this alley.  “Fuck,” he whispers, staring hard at the toes of his thin, torn shoes in an effort to make the ground stop spinning and tilting beneath him. Something is wrong – that punch to his temple definitely did more damage than he can name – but everything is closed at this hour, and he doesn’t have the money for medical treatment, anyway.  Truthfully, he wouldn’t trust a healer regardless. With a palm pressed hard into stone, Megumi rights himself and takes a step forward. 

Chapter 2 is out now! Strap in and get ready to meet Megumi!!

As always, written with love for my wonderful creative partner @hinamie <3

Thank you all for joining us on this ride!

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[thisismyaha]

i've seen like about fifty different "YOO JOONGHYUK HAS A FUCKING GUN IN THE LIVE ACTION AND I WILL FUCKING KILL WHOEVER EXISTED THIS INTO EXISTENCE" and aaa the kim dokja fragments are truly fragmenting, this is truly the orving experience

[insociometry]

Oh Lino did end up winning the poll after all! Okay RON spoiler scene prize below 🫶

Tags/info: chapter 42, jealousy and a bit of alpha posturing; I think that's it!

A spritz of citrus hits you first, sharp enough to knock you from your nervous spiral. Then wood and earth, smooth and grounding even with its unusually bitter, acrid edge.

Someone grabs you from behind — but unlike this morning, you already know who it is, the scent heralding him in advance, so you don’t fight at all when he pulls you close.

Minho takes your jaw in one strong hand, bending your face sideways and up to kiss you: not an especially long kiss, but not quite a peck, either. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark and focused — but the quizzical tilt to his lips is playful. “Jagiya. You’re not dressed yet?”

You just blink at him for a moment, stunned. You’ve only heard him use jagi when he’s joking around with the other guys; is he joking now?

But then, he still hasn’t let go of your jaw, fingers tense — and under his smile, he doesn’t look like he’s joking.

“Not yet,” you admit as you get your senses back, swatting at his wrist and spinning partially to face him when he releases you. You long to glance around, to see if anyone’s noticed the display, noticed him, if there are any cameras pointing in your direction — but you don’t want to be conspicuous, so for now, you just smile and motion vaguely to your neighbor. “I was just talking. Oppa, this is…”

With horror, you realize you’ve forgotten the nice man’s name. When you turn to him with a rueful smile, he offers one in return, taking a step back as he glances between you and Minho. The way he swallows before he speaks makes him look almost afraid, like a hunted animal, though you can’t imagine why.

“No worries,” he tells you quickly, and then, to Minho, “My bad.”

Then he turns tail and all but flees. You stare after him, perplexed.

“Okay,” you say slowly, turning to Minho even as your eyes linger on the door, “that was weird…”

Minho doesn’t seem interested in theorizing together, though; he pats down your shoulders the moment you’re facing him, eyes skimming down your body. You’re reminded, strangely, of the first time you’d ever seen him, that night when you met his packmates in the dark: he’d done this same thing to them, checking them over one by one.

You’re not pack, but he’s too speedy and earnest about it for you to really object. When he doesn’t find anything wrong — naturally, since you couldn’t have been apart much longer than five minutes — he nods and steps away.

“Go get dressed,” he says carelessly over his shoulder, already headed in the direction of the men’s locker rooms. And then, as quick as he’d come, he’s gone.

[aceinthetrap]

Aaaaahhh~~~ they nearly succeeded if not for the friend's interruption!

A CALM SEA AND BEAUTIFUL DAYS WITH YOU 《波うららかに、めおと日和》 (2025)

[hinamie]

confessions of affection

chapter 4 of Like the Moon Haunts the Sun is out now!! we hope u enjoy the chapter <3 some... stuff happens lmao twirls hair cutely read from the beginning here ...or don't ...haha...unless? lmhs blog: @lmhsfic sam my love: @philosophiums

[philosophiums]

Chapter 4 - Like the Moon Haunts the Sun (by constellationqueen)

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Rating: Mature Pairings: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Minor or Background Relationships Content Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

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But he has changed, too, in ways that are noticeable even to him. He no longer leaves a room just because other people walk in. He joins the conversations had over meals. He minds less and less that his personal space has become smaller, encroached upon most frequently by Itadori. Most importantly, Megumi finds himself wanting. Laughter, company, items – just… more. He wants to keep this, wants to stay in this life with these people for as long as he can. And that is terrifying to him, but worse than that is the fact that he has been able to keep it for this long. He is beginning to think he can keep it forever.

welcome to chapter 4!! a bit more time skipping here, but some solid forward momentum in the second half as we start really digging into the plot <3

if you’re enjoying the universe and want to ask questions, feel free to send them to lmhs blog: @lmhsfic ! and don’t forget to go check out hina’s blog @hinamie for the chapter key arts <3

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