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Do you think a monster is capable of fear? I think when he has something he loves, it starts to understand fear.

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Wait!! It's not over!! There is still more! It'll just take longer to post them as I have yet to finish them so please be patient! Thank you for all the love you have shown this au and it's truly my pleasure to be making these stories! There will be joy in the Hail Mary!! Trust!

THE SPACE BETWEEN COMFORT AND CHAOS.

✧ SUMMARY : your life is quiet and uneventful until you hear noises in the alleyway by your apartment, and you can't help but poke your nose where it doesn't belong. but haven't you ever heard that curiosity killed the cat? except nobody mentions that the cat gets killed by the big bad wolf.

✧ INCLUDES : wolfhybrid!toji, CW hybrid au, violence, injuries, detailed descriptions of blood/injuries, societal inequalities, animalistic tendencies, past trauma in toji's case, eventual smut mdni, hybrid/abo mating tendencies, heat/rut cycles, grumpy x sunshine trope, bickering, angst, fluff, slow burn, pining, jealousy, possessive behavior, overall toji being his brooding self !!

i. ONE :: WHAT DID THEY SAY ABOUT CURIOSITY AND THAT DAMN CAT?

when you stumble upon an angry wolf hybrid in your alleyway who has no intentions of getting close to you do you, a.) offer it food?, b.) try to talk to it?, or c.) all of the above?

ii. TWO :: SUFFOCATING WARMTH.

stranger danger has conveniently flown out the window now that you've decided to invite him inside. he seems angrier about it than you are.

iii. THREE :: THE SUBTLE ART OF PERSUASION.

toji has a lot to learn about you. he keeps making the mistake of underestimating your relentlessness.

iv. FOUR :: MELTING ICE.

it's scary, just how much difference a soft bed can make after a stone floor.

v. FIVE :: PUZZLE PIECES.

he worries about it. worries about how easily he's able to fall into place with you. worries about how ravenous he's becoming.

vi. SIX :: A COVETOUS SHADOW.

there is always something getting in the way. always something casting its darkness over the light. whether it’s his own selfish desires or something else—he doesn’t know.

vii. SEVEN :: EMBERS BENEATH THE FLOORBOARDS.

it is unavoidable. it simmers under his skin, deep in his flesh, through sinew and muscle. begging to be set free. begging to destroy everything in his path.

viii. EIGHT :: LONGING ON A FAULT LINE.

a humble offering just for you—bloody and raw.

ix. NINE :: THE SPACE LEFT BEHIND.

"courir, partir, venir et mourir."

x. TEN :: [UNTITLED ...]

(coming soon ...)

extra thoughts and rambles :: wolf toji tag

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥

pairings: platonic yandere!batfam x neglected!sorcerer!male!reader (ft. satoru gojo x reader) summary: Your father let out a sigh of relief when he heard the news of you getting enrolled in the same religious school as your mother. He wasn't in a place to be your father, not when the city called him. Not when Dick needed a parent more than you. And there was something about you that scared Bruce just a bit. He just didn't expect for you to return to the manor years later looking like you went through hell and back. But Bruce and his kids don't have the time to unpack what happened to you in Japan. The city once again is put first. But then why are they sad when you return back to Japan following a man in a blindfold? And why does every fibre of their beings so badly wishes that you would follow behind them instead? tags: jjk spoilers; past suguru x reader mentioned, but not really; emotional neglect; reader has an aura that batfam doesn't know how to deal with (it's his curse energy); typical jjk & dc violence; death and murder; assassins; attempts at kidnapping; zenin clan mentioned; satoru dgaf about giving his clan an heir and goes after reader anyway; reader uses shikigami; mentions of zenin clan's treatment of women; unrequited love; manipulation taglist: closed. more spots will open after act one.

act one, part one| masterlist | act one, part three

Yaga relied on the details of the mission earlier that morning. Mei Mei and Utahime Iori had entered the building where a curse had resided and contact with them had been lost ever since. It has now been two days and you and your classmates were going to oversee their mission.

The four of you rushed to the street, forgetting about your assigned supervisor. Geto and Gojo use their curse techniques to get to the mansion first, while you and Shoko were forced to run towards the curse's den.

Another collaboration with my friend at StartDrift, he made the beautiful composition, and I worked on the character.

Pt. 104

hiiii. I mostly made this list for myself because I tend to lose track of what I'm reading. I will keep updating this list every time I find a new fanfic that I like, and I finally started adding more stuff ;)

𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁!

Cuphead and MugMan Twin!Readers x Neglectful!Batfam

This is only a one-shot guys.

The twins are gender neutral/you can pick their gender and features like all my other Readers. The twins are called Cupsy and Mugsy, replace those with the names that you want.

This running around was all so tiring.

Mugsy hated it. They hated it a lot. They’d lost a shoe sometime during this mud fight, their pointer finger was starting to burn from all the finger-blasts, and Cupsy had been burned on their back earlier from the gigantic onion’s crying. Mugsy remembers the horrific sound of flesh blistering and peeling as well as their twin’s scream ringing through their ears. They’d had to tackle their twin out of the way of another drop soon after. And now?

Now, Mugsy’s twin was getting sluggish, they knew, but this stupid carrot, it could’ve been irradiated into gaining sentience by anything from Gotham’s soil to its water, would just not die.

They just needed this one contract and they could go home! They just needed this stupid contract and they could go Alfred for some warm cookies and milk from and have him tuck them both in for bedtime stories. And sure, they would have to go to get another one tomorrow, but they’d be able to go home. Mugsy missed Alfred. They missed the cold walls of the manor they lived in. They missed the cold attitudes from their other family members— Crap!

They slipped in some mud, a flying carrot whizzing past their head. The dumb thing was sharp. Too sharp. Their glints in the harsh sun of the garden gave them away before they could do any true harm thankfully. Although, they had more than once grazed them.

It was truly a wonder how there hadn’t been a single news story about Batman fighting a giant carrot, potato, and onion live while being circled by a bunch of helicopters. Those newscasters were a would’ve loved all this lighting. It was like the clouds parted just for this one garden. The sun was sweltering and more than once had Mugsy caught the glare in their eye and almost been hit by something.

It was almost supernatural.

Actually, scratch that. It was definitely supernatural. Things like this definitely always happened when making a deal with the devil. Not to mention, this carrot had tried to hypnotize Mugsy and their twin multiple times!

Mugsy ducked underneath one of said hypnobeams, sliding through the mud as they kept their high on the prize and finger guns on the target. They ignored the wet, disgusting mud clinging to their knees as they got up. They ignored the sound of a cry somewhere to the side (they didn’t want to think about something happening to Cupsy). They just kept their eye on the carrot until it let out the most devastating shriek and started pulling at its own leaves. Mugsy stopped at the sight of it, confused.

It kept pulling at its leaves until it fell over with a pop rather anti-climatically.

Mugsy stared at it for a second.

Was that it?

Up above, the clouds that had previously parted for the scorching sun closed almost immediately. What? A drop of rain fell on Mugsy’s face. Then another. It started drizzling. Ah crap. Plants love water. They and Cupsy needed to get out of here with the contract. Mugsy spotted a glowing patch of dirt nearby. Was that…? They jogged over and dug up the glowing object. Paper met their fingers and they brushed off any dirt, revealing a glittering golden, wax stamp. Right above it was a signature for the: Root Gang. Mugsy looked between the twitching carrot and the contract. Roots, vegetables, same thing. This was probably the one. They rolled it up and stuck it in their pocket. They now moved to look for their sibling—

—Only to see hollowed eyes staring back.

Mugsy didn’t know what they were staring at. It was almost Cupsy, but at the same time it wasn’t. Something— whatever that thing was, it was hovering over their unmoving sibling. It looked like them, although semi-transparent blue, eye sockets empty, and with a halo dangling above their head.

(They didn’t want to look down. They didn’t want to look at Cupsy. Cupsy wasn’t moving. Cupsy was bleeding.)

Mugsy stepped closer. It didn’t react. It was just floating. “Cupsy?” They called out. It still didn’t react. They didn’t know what they were doing, but their hand was moving to grab the ghost’s(?). It was cold. The next thing Mugsy knew it was getting sucked back into Cupsy’s chest until only its halo rested on Mugsy’s twin. It then glowed gold and disappeared with a pop.

Huh?

Cupsy suddenly sat up, taking a deep inhale. They looked around wildly until they finally found their twin. “What happened? Why do you look so upset? Did we not get the contract?” They asked, looking at Mugsy. The rain was pouring harder now, almost pelting. Mugsy was about to answer before they heard the sound of the gigantic rustling.

No, they were not fighting that thing again!

“I’ll explain later!” They grabbed their twin’s hand and pulled them up. They both hightailed it out of that garden as fast as they could, running like there were dogs lapping at their heels. Or rather, sentient vegetables. The only upside to this was that as soon as they stepped out the rustic gates of the garden and ran down the alleyway said gate was sandwiched between, the rain stopped.

A few hours before the Root Gang…

Now one might ask, how did little Cupsy and Mugsy get into a situation like this in the first place? Allow Cupsy to explain.

It’d all started after school, as do most of their shenanigans do. Cupsy doesn’t remember exactly how they ended up at the Casino, but they just know that they did and they drive to Mugsy along for the ride too.

It’d been nice, awesome even! They’d made so much in winnings, they were probably as rich as Bruce by that point! Then, well, Cupsy is a little ashamed to say it, but they might have gotten a little too big for their britches. Because see, that was when the Devil decided to come over.

The stakes were simple: a dice roll. They win, they get everything in the casino. They lose, the devil would own their souls. Cupsy it hadn’t really been thinking when they grabbed the dice. Cupsy also hadn’t really been listening either as Mugsy told him not to roll it.

They lost, and they lost bad.

They’d had to beg the devil for a way out, literally both on their knees. It was then that he’d shoved a list into their hands.

“Fetch these contracts and your debts will be paid!”

And with the snap of his fingers, he gave them some power— their finger blasts, they were kids, they needed weapons, and kicked them out with a cackle. They fell on their bums outside the casino like a pair of idiots. They both felt like it too.

“Get going!”

The loud voice hand rang out from inside the casino, causing them to spur forward and scramble off back to the manor. They’d hid out for a few hours, panicking, screaming, and all the sorts until Damian came over to tell them to shut up. It was soon after that they left to go find the garden.

It’d be nice if Mugsy could stop muttering about Cupsy’s own death now while hiding under the covers of their bunk.

A Week After the Root Gang…

“Bye Alfred!”“Bye Alfred!”

“Now wait a moment you two.” The old man called out from the kitchen, stopping both twins in their tracks. They’d been leaving rather early every weekend to go off and do who knows what. Alfred was getting worried.

He would not allow these children to fall into a bad crowd. Lord knows he would not have the family bust these children after finding them hanging around gangbangers and druggies.

Alfred stepped out of the kitchen and walked over, drying his hands on a kitchen towel before throwing it over his shoulder. He came to a stop in front of the two children. Cupsy and Mugsy Wayne. The children dropped on the doorstep of the manor at a mere year old and from there, practically raised by Alfred himself. Bruce never had time for them, whether it be for one reason or another. No matter how much Alfred bugged the man to make said time, it always slipped the man’s mind. It rankled Alfred to no end, honestly. His only saving grace was that the children didn’t seem to care much about Bruce in the first place.

Alfred could not count the many times his heart has melted when the children would call him grandpa.

Anyways, the children were blinking up at him, eyes wide. They had their little backpacks on and were all dressed for a day out. Alfred had once rummaged through those backpacks for at least a clue as to where they could be going. All he’d found were silly trinkets. A pair of heart medals, a small jar of pink sugar cubes, colored bottles filled with sweet-smelling liquids with equally strange labels, a tin of coffee, and some kind of bomb, a smoke or flash grenade that Alfred confiscated. It didn’t look like any of the grenades from the cave, it lacking any bat motif.

“What’s wrong, grandpa?” Little Mugsy asked, wringing their hands. They truly needed to work on ridding them of that habit.

“Yeah, something wrong, gramps?” Cupsy asked, looking between their twin and Alfred. They also needed to work on getting Cupsy to speak more properly.

They looked so innocent. Alfred found himself faltering— No! He needed to do this. He would not falter under another child’s gaze again. He learned that the hard way from Bruce. Alfred knelt down to the twin’s level, a hand moving to rest on each of their shoulders. “I must admit. As of late, the both of you have me worried—”

“Alfred!” A voice yelled from somewhere in the mansion. He had to hold back a sigh. Thankfully, the children hadn’t taken the opportunity to bolt at his momentary distraction.

“Please tell me you’re being safe.” Alfred spoke, focusing back on the two.

He watched the twins share a look. Mugsy spoke up. “We are, Alfie. We just have to go box some frogs. We have a match scheduled at their restaurant in half an hour. We really have to go.”

…Huh?

“Yeah! We gotta put on a good show and all that! We need that contract too.” Cupsy spoke up with a grin.

“Pardon?” Alfred found himself asking.

“The devil contracts. They made a deal with the devil and so did we but now instead of losing our souls, we just have to return the contracts to the devil.” Little Mugsy rambled on, long-winded and having to take a breath near the end.

Alfred stood there for a moment.

Oh.

Ah, they’re playing. Imagination. Quite wild ones at that. Alfred let out a sigh of relief. “Okay— Have fun. Stay safe! Don’t talk to strangers! And stay near the manor!” He spoke hurriedly as the children turned and left, bounding down the front of the manor gleefully.