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In Pursuit of Something Better ~ Part 7

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Delta asks Omega for a favor.

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CW: idk if this might bother people so I will warn it anyway. There is some non consensual themes to this nearing the end, however it isn't sexual.

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Terzo prodded the thin, silver needle through the strip of silk, dragging a golden thread through the material, overlapping some previously embroidered threat into his latest tailorship project. His painted nails seemed dangerously close to the tip, making Omega clench his teeth before letting his breath go as he was unharmed upon the needles resurfacing.

“Are you paying attention?” Terzo asked, not looking up from his work. “You are too quiet.”

Omega was, in fact, entirely attentive. He was watching so closely that his breath through his nose swept across Terzo's fingers and created goosebumps, though Terzo was also too focused to notice. Omega’s attention was always devoted to this subject, finding himself surprisingly interested in tailorship since he had been given the tools and time to even consider picking up a hobby.

“I'm paying attention.” Omega mumbled. Terzo's eyes flicked up to look at the ghoul and he smiled. Terzo had noticed during their tailoring sessions that Omega had a habit of playing with his grucifix necklace when he was incredibly focused on something, twirling in his fingers and rubbing the smooth metal, the occasional glare of reflected light or tap of his claws poking a hole in Terzo’s hyperfixation. He would never point it out though. He did not want Omega to stop.

Omega finally met his gaze after Terzo did not continue his work for a few seconds. Seeing his look, Omega sat upright with a deep inhale, suddenly interested in the material of the wall next to them. Terzo's smile widened.

“Restless, hm? Suppose we've been doing this for some time.” Terzo clipped the thread, placed his needle back in their now shared sewing kit.

“Good progress though.” Omega gently pinched the article of clothing they were making, holding it up to admire it. It was a dark purple scarf that Terzo was teaching Omega how to embroider on, sewing a thick omega symbol on it as a gift from papa to ghoul for the upcoming cold weather. It was less than halfway finished, but Omega liked to look over it a few times throughout their sessions. He had sewed the ends of the scarf himself after Terzo spent much of each of their free times doing it.

“Well. It is getting late.” Terzo sighed. He sat up and stretched, squeezing his eyes shut as he arched his back.

“It is only 4.” Omega tilted his head, allowing his eyes to mindlessly examine Terzo's body.

“We have to fly to Oregon at 7, no?” Terzo turned to face his wide black dresser.

“Oh, right.” Omega stood up. He watched Terzo shamelessly open his undergarments drawer, unable to look away as he spotted particularly feminine products. He pulled some out, tossing them onto his bed behind him, and then began shuffling through his pants drawer.

“I need to pack too.” Omega excuses himself, though he was already packed and ready to go.

“You have 3 hours! Stay, stay.” Terzo tutted, despite having just used time as an excuse to stop sewing. He selected a few pants, silk pajamas, among other necessary clothing, as they would not be returning to the ministry for some time. They were not supposed to be here today, either, but Terzo insisted on giving himself and his ghouls a small break from the constant performing It angered Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil, but perhaps that was Terzo’s goal as well.

Terzo sat down on his bed and began folding it, humming a familiar tune as he did so.

“You are a talented writer.” Terzo said suddenly, patting the bed next to him. Omega sat, fidgeting with his claws. “Your friends have brought me their lyrics before. They are, eh, mediocre at best.”

“But mine showed you the light, hm?” Omega finished with a grin. “You tell me all the time, Papa. Thank you.”

“I do not say things that aren't true, you know.” Terzo pushed his pile of clothing behind them, bringing an awkward, yet natural, silence in the room apart from the tuned down sound of Queen music playing on Terzo's record player. Terzo tapped his fingers on his knees a few times, poking his inner cheek with his tongue before leaning back, moving his hand so that his fingers rested on top of Omega's.

“Do you like to sew, caro?” He asked, feeling Omega's claws. Omega stared at their hands, temporarily losing his voice.

“Um-” Omega's voice cracked and he cleared his throat, and Terzo laughed. Omega blushed furiously.

“Do not worry. It happens to me.” Terzo turned his attention to their hands as well, now bringing his other hand to gently hold Omega's fingers up, examining them like they were a piece of fine china.

“Your fingers are just so thick,” Terzo said, rubbing Omega's knuckles, “I do not understand how you can be as precise as you are.”

“It's… Well, it- I just hold the needle differently than- than you do.” Omega stuttered. Terzo's hands were so gentle and so soft, unnaturally so for his age. It was apparent that Terzo greatly valued his appearance and self care, from his wardrobe choice to the delicacy of his aging skin.

Terzo closed his eyes and brought Omega's hand up to his lips, one painted black and the other left nude along with the rest of his face apart from dark eyeshadow, humming lowly as he kissed his fingers. Omega gripped the bed sheets with his free hand on the other side of his lap, holding his breath to avoid letting out the flustered growl bubbling in his chest.

Terzo's thighs shifted, bringing a knee up to block off Omega's view of his waist. He began kissing each individual finger languidly, rubbing his ring for a moment before moving up to the tendons. He fluttered his eyes open to look at Omega, and Omega was hit with a wave of an emotion he hadn't sensed from Terzo since the beginning of their tour.

“Terzo…” he murmured, voice strained. Now understanding Terzo’s motives, yet feeling powerless to stop him. Terzo's eyes moved back down, his fingers pushing up the sleeve of Omega's thick coat, but the muscles of Omega’s thick arms prevented him from doing so. Terzo chuckled dryly and placed Omega's hand back down with a pat, blush spreading across his own face at his failure to kiss up the ghoul’s arm.

“Ah… I'm sorry, Omega.” Terzo whimpered, pressing his thighs together. Omega chose not to acknowledge the sudden emanation of concupiscence filling the room and plaguing his mind as savory as cyanide, offering only a soft smile before the silence was interrupted by an urgent knock at the door. They both looked back, mildly startled.

Terzo stood, dragging a finger that was lingering on Omega’s hand up his arm, flattening to his palm across his back before flicking off, making Omega shiver at the tender gesture. Terzo opened the door, gasping at the concerningly disheveled state of Delta who stood on the other side, his face dripping into a bucket he shakingly held at his chest.

”Oh, piccola cascata… What is wrong?” Terzo reached out to rub Delta’s arm in attempt to comfort him.

Delta looked inside the room as it was easy to see over the short man in front of him, eyes glued to Omega, who stared back at him.

“I need to talk to Omega,” Delta stammered, “are you busy?”

”No, come in!” Terzo opened the door fully, standing to the side, gesturing for Delta to enter.

“I’d rather talk to him privately.”

Omega rolled his eyes.

”What?” Omega asked, standing up, moving next to Terzo. The size difference between the two was comical, making Delta smile just a small bit. Terzo looked between the two ghouls, feeling incredibly small.

”It will only take a minute,” Delta spoke to Omega in a way he never had before, almost desperate, his aggression replaced with fraught. Omega felt inclined to be softer, dropping his typical wall of cynicism and harshness that he had held moments before.

“Okay.”

”Make sure you two are ready to go by 7, si?” Terzo patted Omega’s back as he moved out of the door. Delta nodded and Terzo shut the door behind the bigger ghoul, tending to his own business as the ghouls meandered down the hallway.

“What is it?” Omega asked again after a few minutes of silence and observing the contorting expressions of Delta’s face. Delta sniffed, the water that was temporarily slowing and thinning dripping faster.

“I need a giant favor from you, please,” Delta blurted, squeezing the bucket tighter in his arms, “I won’t ever ask you for anything again, I just need you to help me, just this once, I-“

”What is it?” Omega interrupted. He was growing more annoyed, irritated that Delta had barged in on his and Terzo’s time off to ask him for a favor. But what did he expect? He was the only quintessence ghoul, it was a constant occurrence for his break time to be cut short by his needy pack. He knew that Delta would ask him for more favors eventually. Each time he did, he always claimed it would be the last, and then the next day he would be asking for something else.

”I just want to know what Alpha saw.” Delta confessed. His request was met with a loud sigh.

“I’m not-“

“Please!” Delta broke into sobs again, water breaking out of his skin like a crack in a dam. “I know what you will say, and I don’t care! Anything is better than not knowing. Just once!”

”You’re only going to get hurt.” Omega spoke solemnly, a foreign sound of sympathy for Delta lacing his tone.

“It will be easier to get over if I see it for myself.”

“You only say that because you are desperate.”

”Please, Omega. I will do your chores for the rest of our lives!”

Omega rolled his eyes, biting the inside of his cheek in thought. Truthfully, Delta had a right to know. It was his partner of many years, and Earth’s time had ended so suddenly, along with the revelation of something so hurtful, that the whole incident had obviously traumatized the water ghoul to a crippling level. That honest thought brought guilt to Omega, his eyes dropping to the floor in shame. He really was so harsh on Delta.

Yet, on the other hand, helping Delta would require a potential violation of his best friend’s privacy. If Alpha were to say no, Omega would have to respect that decision, and Delta would be even more hurt.

He looked over at Delta who was already staring with wide, pleading eyes, and sighed once more.

”If Alpha says no, then that is all I can do.” Omega said sternly.

“Why would he say no?” Delta whined.

”I don’t know. But if he does, I will not force him.”

“Okay. Will you ask him at least? If he says no?”

”Yes.”

“Thank you!” Delta dropped the bucket, spilling at least a gallon of the water he had been trying to keep from slicking the ministry floor, erasing his efforts as he flew his arms around Omega. Omega scoffed, but placed his arms around him, deciding that now was not the time for yet another lecture.

To Alpha’s surprise, Omega had sat with him on the bus this night. He stopped sitting with him a few days after the tour began, opting to sit with their Papa, who almost always appeared significantly weaker and sore after each show than the ghouls did. He would watch Omega bring Terzo bottles of water, whisper in his ear, before Terzo would slowly regain his strength enough to engage with the other ghouls. It was funny at first, because all of the ghouls knew what had gone down in their Papa’s pants during the concerts. It grew uninteresting and less amusing throughout the weeks of the tour, except for Omega, who felt obliged to care for Terzo after wrecking his body without a single physical touch.

”Don’t like Terzo anymore, huh?” Alpha said with a smirk, taking a drink of his water bottle.

”I will sit with him afterwards. I kind of wanted to talk to you.” Omega said, trying to catch Alpha’s eyes. Having been his friend for so long, Alpha could tell when Omega was trying to reach out, even if it was silent. He fought it for a moment playfully, before sitting still and leaning his head back against the cushioned brown seats of the bus, looking into Omega’s eyes. Allowing him in.

Omega entered in a smooth movement. Entering Alpha’s mind was always the easiest, as he knew his mind, every nook and cranny, avoiding places he was not allowed to be, pressing places he knew would spread dopamine and serotonin throughout the ghoul. And he prodded those areas to loosen him, earning a soft smile from Alpha as Omega’s grip tightened.

“What is this?” Alpha whispered, scooting closer. “It has been so long. I miss you, beast.”

Omega hummed, allowing Alpha to get close, to touch his knee and rub up his thigh. Omega was nervous; he was hovering over the part of Alpha’s mind in which his memories were stored, a place Alpha had mentioned time and time again for Omega to leave alone. He stopped telling him over time, trusting Omega with his life. The fear of destroying that trust for the likeness of Delta is what scared Omega.

Alpha giggled. “I can feel you getting nervous.” He whispered. The other ghouls were sitting up in the front where the alcohol was stored in some mini fridges, hollering and laughing with Papa Terzo, who was slightly buzzed.

”They won’t see. I promise.” Alpha leaned in closer, his face approaching Omega’s neck. He closed his eyes, Omega’s grip being tight enough on Alpha’s mind that he could do so, and he began planting kisses on his skin.

And then his eyes snapped open as he felt something break. A flood of memories permeated his brain, feeling Omega urgently sifting through them, the banging sounds of the day Earth was banished being thrusted to the front.

“Hey!” Alpha tore himself back, grabbing Omega’s shoulders. His head began to ache, watching Omega’s anxious expression, his eyes darting around as he searched.

“Stop!” Alpha hissed through his teeth, shaking Omega and squeezing his eyes shut, trying to force him out. “Stop!”

Omega couldn’t. Guilt seeped from his mind to Alpha’s, making Alpha squirm even more, begging his friend to get out. Omega had told himself that he would respect it, that he would pull out the moment Alpha said so, yet he found himself delving deeper with each cry. Omega gasped as he felt himself sink further inside, falling into the memory he had been searching for, passing out on top of Alpha as he entered a self-inflicted state of unconsciousness.

In Pursuit of Something Better ~ Part 8

Ghost fanfiction

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Omega tells Delta the truth.

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Read on AO3

1.6k words

contains smut (kinda?)

CW: Suggestions of S.H.

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“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Terzo chimed in a sing-song voice, gently shaking the ghoul that laid passed out on the couch in the very back of the bus. It was 8 o’clock at night now, and Omega was greeted with a blinding bright orange light on the roof of the bus. He grimaced, squeezing his eyes as he sat up, feeling his head thrumming with a migraine. Pebble stared at Omega with his signature smart ass grin, having tried to make fun of him for falling asleep to his best friend. But Delta did not react to Pebble’s antics. His eyes were wide with curiosity and distress, the look grounding Omega and bringing Omega back to reality. Remembering what he had seen during his fainting spell.

“Up, up, up.” Terzo held Omega’s arms despite knowing Omega was the last of the ghouls to ever require physical support, especially from a man so minuscule. He insisted on aiding him anyway, having to slightly reach up to feel his biceps, his eyes level to the ghouls chest as he stood. Omega placed his clawed hands on Terzo’s lower back, gently moving him to the side without a single word, making the shorter man’s face flush. It was, once again, a stark reminder just how small he was compared to these hellish beasts.

Omega gripped Delta’s shoulder, directing him forward with a tender push, towards the door of the bus. He scanned the vehicle. No sign of Alpha. How convenient.

”What happened?” Delta stammered, scratching at his own hands as a nervous fidget, “I saw you passed out. Did you talk to him? Did you see it? What happened?”

Omega was silent. His white eyebrows were knitted, his bottom lip strained and pulled upwards, the corners of his mouth vaguely turned downwards. Delta frantically studied his expression, his heart beating one million miles per hour, waiting for some sort of explanation. Whatever Omega had seen, Delta could tell it was bothersome. That alone made his cheeks start to bead up with water.

They stepped off the van, pressure releasing as the weight of the ghouls dissipated, the body of the vehicle bouncing upwards. Terzo jumped off behind them, making a quiet count of the ghouls that surrounded the parking lot of the airport.

“One, two…” Terzo whispered to himself. Omega spotted Alpha. He was standing with Aero, his arms crossed, nails squeezing the elbows of his jacket. He was making light conversation with the air ghoul, who seemed generally uninterested in whatever it was Alpha was talking about, offering only an “mhm” as he stared at his phone. Alpha was also wearing his mask, and Omega knew it was to hide behind.

“Omega?” Delta whined, grabbing the sleeve of his coat like a child begging for candy. Omega jolted, having zeroed in on Alpha, startled by the reminder that Delta was asking him a question. He looked at Delta.

”What?”

”What happened?”

“We will talk about it later.”

“No!” Delta cried. Terzo looked back at them.

”Delta,” Omega leaned in, lowering his voice to a whisper as they were watched by their papa. “We will talk about this later. Okay? I will share a room with you when we get to Oregon.”

“This isn’t fair, I’m so tired of waiting! I’ve waited so long and you-“

Omega put his hand on the back of Delta’s head, pushing him in towards him, wrapping him in the warmest embrace he could possibly offer to any sentient being. Not too tight in case Delta did not want it, yet tight enough to put a comforting pressure on him. Delta immediately fell silent, stunned momentarily before he grabbed the back of Omega’s coat, hugging him furiously, his body twitching and quivering as he struggled to keep himself together.

”Just make it until we get there. Okay? Just until we get there.” Omega bargained softly, caressing his sopping hair. Delta nodded, wrapping his tail around Omega’s knee, desperate for comfort.

“Good,” Omega whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Terzo stopped watching them the moment Omega pulled the water ghoul in. He had turned around, pretending not to have noticed, taking slow, wide steps towards Alpha and Aero.

”How is your trip so far, darling?” Terzo asked, though he was not really interested. Alpha shrugged, expression unreadable behind his mask.

“Ah. The plane will be much more interesting, si? It is always fun. Aeroplanes.” Terzo smirked, eyes darting to Aero, who looked at him blankly at his unfunny quip. Terzo’s smile faded.

”What is up with you all today? Nobody is smiling anymore.”

The flight was only about two hours from California to Oregon, the entire trip taking around 3 and a half hours with the ride to and from each airport. There was a slight debate about who would room with who; Pebble had whined enough to get his way, convincing Delta to room with him after he and Omega participated in their mystery activities both of them refused to elaborate on. Alpha was silent, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, knowing what they would be doing. Yet he was powerless to stop them, at least during the heat of the debate in the van they rented, as it would worsen the entire situation for him to tell them to stop in front of Terzo and the other ghouls. So, the moment that the others retreated into their rooms for the night, Alpha sprinted down the hall, his tail burning a bright orange as he approached Omega.

”Don’t.” Alpha hissed, trying to pull Omega back desperately. Omega slapped his hand away.

“Get the hell away from me.” Omega shoved Alpha away, slipping into the room with Delta, slamming the door in the fire ghoul’s face.

“This is stupid!” Alpha roared on the other side, punching on it. “You’re making everything worse!”

Omega ignored him. If Alpha kept this up, the entire hotel would be woken up, so he needed to get this done fast so he could leave. Without any warning, he gently grasped Delta’s face as they sat down on the bed, catching his eyes and thrusting the discovery he had into his mind. The pounding on the door quickly turned into a muffled echo to the water ghoul, his eyes losing the ability to perceive outside light, temporarily blinding him until suddenly, he was in another world, seeing, hearing, feeling everything through the body of Alpha the day his world evaporated.

“Shut the fuck up.” Secondo roared at me, both of his hands wrapped around my throat. Despite the way I was squirming under him, the rope around my wrists cutting into my skin and rubbing it raw, and the way I was howling against the gag jammed in my mouth, I was in the most unbridled state of sexual bliss I had ever experienced. I cannot tell what had brought me to this low, maybe because Omega had sucked up into his own mind too much to pay attention to me. Maybe it was a good thing. Yes, Omega has a cock incomparable to any other, but it is not of any use if he isn’t interested enough to slam it all into me anymore.

I never thought this would happen. I didn’t ask for Secondo to find me taking care of myself. I thought I was going to be shot when he walked in on me. He stared, and I can hardly recall what happened between the time he had found me and now, where such a ghoul-despising man was pounding into me like his life depended on it. And, oh, he was insatiable. I had never been tied like this, I couldn’t get out of it if I wanted to. Would he even let me if I really didn’t want this? I didn’t know if I wanted it. But I still let him. Does that mean I wanted it? It was too late to decide anyway, because he had my words made to be unintelligible. I could only wail, in a confusing mix of pleasure and anguish. It was so degrading, so belittling to be used like this by a man who had tried to suffocate me and my friends, wanting to see me dead simply because I am hellspawn. His hellspawn. I thought that is what this ministry wanted.

It was a matter of extremely unfortunate coincidence that the other ghoul had walked in on us. It was his duty. Laundry duty, to be exact. He had been scheduled for it today, to collect the baskets that the Emeritus brothers kept in the corners of their rooms beside their bed. Laundry duty had a specific time for it to be done, so that Cardinal Terzo did not see a ghoul before his ascension. Secondo must have not been thinking straight. Well, he was not. That much was apparent.

Secondo almost kicked me in the balls as he scrambled off of the bed, eyes wide and glued to the intruder. I yelped, making eye contact with him in the doorway, who stood there in shock. Only for a moment. He grabbed the basket and slammed the door shut. He wanted nothing to do with it. He wanted to do his chores. Secondo turned back to me.

“You disgraceful animal,” he screamed at me, leaning over and smacking me across the face. “Do you understand what you have done?”

I didn’t do anything. I didn’t ask Secondo to fuck me. But I let him. Does it make it my fault? It is my fault. I whimpered quietly. Another vicious slap, making my skin sting.

”He will tell.” Secondo grabbed the knife he had set on the nightstand before we began. He cut the rope, releasing my hands from the bedframe. I ripped the gag out of my mouth and squirmed to dress myself.

“Get the hell out of here. I will deal with the ghoul. And I will deal with you later.” Secondo demanded. I said nothing. Secondo left first, and I heard him shout a spell of paralysis at my friend. I peered out of the door, and the last thing I had ever seen of that earth ghoul was him being dragged down the hallway.

[MESSAGE FROM THE CLERGY]

We wish to inform you that, contrary to popular belief, Terzo was not beheaded by Sister Imperator, Papa Nihil or Cardinal Copia. It was, in fact, a freak accident caused by our quintessence ghoul, Omega, crushing his head with his dummy thick thighs, and it just kind of popped off. With a couple of ibuprofen and a weekend's rest, Papa should be back to performing like his good old self by Monday.

Hehehehe squishy

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Sneaking a kiss in the ministry garden... ❤

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Providence ~ Terzomega drabble

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Idk what to call this. Just a short thing. kinda angst? Kinda comfort? Idk lmao.

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Omega is verbally attacked by a stranger during a date with Terzo.

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CW - Omega gets smacked, racism

The black Cadillac door pushed open, welcoming the bustling activity of the plaza to the couple in the backseat. Omega climbed out, dressed to the nines. Well, at least within his ability. He wore a sweater atop a white button up, and black pants and matching shoes. His mask over his face, he stood on the sidewalk leaned over, aiding Terzo out. Terzo, too, wore formal attire, similar to Omega's outfit apart from his choice of white and red. His nails were painted black, wearing a few rings on his fingers that were now pressed against his favorite ghoul’s lips as Omega lifted his mask to kiss his delicate hand. Terzo blushed with a soft smile, mismatched eyes locked into the only visible feature of Omega's face through his mask; his burning white pupils which somehow appeared so infatuated despite their lack of any emotionally prominent features.

Omega was still getting used to such activities. Terzo had been chipping away at his shell over the course of his papacy, taking him along on shopping days or on walks downtown or in the park. He did this with all of his ghouls, of course, but Omega had the benefit of holding his hand as they did so. There were always stares from bystanders. It was to be expected, of course, yet the controversy of the acceptance of ghouls had died down enough for them to not linger. It was maybe two months into their relationship that they decided to try something new: a date in a public restaurant, one called Providence, the closest ghoul-friendly indoor establishment they could find.

Omega was nervous, to say the least, but looking at his partner across from him as they now sat down in the ornate building helped the world around him melt. Terzo's face was a beautiful composition on the finest canvas, the perfect blend of positive and negative spaces, swooping lines that drew the dimmed lights of the restaurant inwards so that Omega's eyes had no choice but to stare half-lidded into his partner's. Puppy love at its finest, a love so intense that he had forgotten that he was a ghoul for a moment. 

A moment.

“Excuse me?” A feminine and nasal voice sucked the attention away like the vacuum of space. They were both startled, whipping their heads to the side, spotting the woman who stood at their table. Omega had lost his voice. 

“Hello, dear,” Terzo spoke, though he did not find her appearance endearing. Her hair was bobbed and blonde, she was an older woman. Pearls hung around her neck, her color palette insulting Terzo's eyes as he looked her outfit up and down. 

“Is this your dog?” She hissed, looking at Omega. Omega stared at her, and then to Terzo. 

“Oh, yes, it is my dog,” Terzo smiled, brazen-faced, “isn't he a beautiful little thing?”

The woman's face contorted to disgust. 

“Animals are not allowed in this restaurant. That includes your filthy…” she looked Omega up and down, “...creature! He will eat me before he eats any food this establishment offers him.”

“Oh, I saw a ghoul-inclusive sign on the window. Isn't it nice, dear?” Terzo reached out for Omega's hand. Omega did not reciprocate, though he allowed Terzo to grab his hand. Terzo turned back to look at the woman. “Progression. This town thrives on it, does it not? So kind to ghouls.”

“Get that thing’s paws off of the table!” The lady snapped, drawing the attention of nearby diners. Omega looked around, noticing the curious eyes, some looks of terror as he looked back at them. And then. 

Smack!

Omega felt an echoing thump across his mask, instinctively raising his hand to his cheek. Though he was not hurt, Terzo flew to his feet, voice booming like he had never done before. 

“Do not put your hands on him!” Terzo roared. “You accuse him of such violence, and you put your hands on him? Sporca puttana! Andrai all’inferno prima che lo faccia il mio demone!” 

“Terzo!” Omega stood. With his height and sway of his tail, the lady's eyes widened and she stumbled back, bumping into the table of a couple beside them. A drink dumped on the innocent woman's dress who sat there, her partner springing up to aid her. 

“Get away from me!” The blonde woman shrieked, making a dramatic swipe of her hands across other people's tables as she pried herself away. Omega looked to Terzo, who looked off behind the ghoul wide eyed as security marched towards the scene.

“That ghoul!” The lady pointed, her hand shaking, “it is threatening me! Help me!”

“Niente,” Terzo cleared his throat, “no del genere! No such thing! He did no such thing!”

“Liar!” The lady screamed. Omega remained silent, simply staring at Terzo for help. He did not feel like he could do anything; his chest puffed with anger, hands clawing at each other in anxiety. Yet if he acted, if he yelled back in defense, that cruel lady would have evidence. Something to base her cries off of. So he remained still, silent, eyes glued to his partner. Allowing the lady to scream amongst no one but herself. 

“I need to ask you to leave, sir,” the guard sighed towards Omega. gesturing to the door. Terzo stomped forward, being almost a foot shorter than the guard. 

“Terzo…” Omega whispered. 

“No! This is not fair! You are racist! Racist!” Terzo wailed pointing at the guard. 

“The ghoul is-”

“No! Omega did nothing wrong! You assume he is guilty, you do not ask!” Terzo whipped around to the other poor victims of the ladies outburst, the woman of which who was still wet with her drink. 

“Who is guilty? Who attacked who, miss?”

The lady pointed to the violent woman down the aisle.

“That lady hit the ghoul,” she whimpered quietly. “the ghoul didn't do anything.”

“I did not!” The woman screamed again. 

“Yes you did,” another man spoke. Terzo crossed his arms, turning back to the guard. Not for long, as the guard gently pushed passed the group. He gently grabbed the woman, who, in her nature, responded with screams for help. 

“I apologize, sir.” The guard spoke as he moved past, pushing the woman out of the restaurant, who continued kicking and screaming. Omega looked back at Terzo, who was gently shaking the kind lady's hand, along with her partner who had stood up for Omega unprompted.

“Terzo…” Omega spoke barely above a whisper. Terzo looked back with a smile. 

“Yes, mio amore?” He gave the couple a final nod and returned to his booth, where Omega sat back down across from him. 

“I'm sorry.”

“You do not apologize!” Terzo insisted with furrowed brows. “You do not apologize for being a beautiful ghoul. See, that is minority," Terzo pointed towards the door, "that lady that is gone. She is minority. Acceptance,” Terzo looked around, gesturing especially to the couple beside them, “is prominent. You are not bad. You are good. Good ghoul! My good ghoul.”

Omega smiled under his mask. This time, he reached out for Terzos hand, lifting his mask to plant another kiss. Terzo reached, taking his mask off, Omega's pure white hair falling in front of his face. 

“Terzo!” Omega tried to cover his face. Terzo grabbed both of his hands, squeezing them tight, looking into Omega's eyes. 

“Do not hide.” Terzo said softly. Omega was hesitant, but eventually he nodded, looking back down at the table with a smile. 

“Now, I will be as damned as I said she will be if I do not eat in 20 minutes,” Terzo rested his head on his hand, scanning over the menu. “What are you getting, mio amore?”

Omega had forgotten how to read. The only thing in his eyes, eyes and ears was Terzo. 

A headcanon I have is that when a ghoul is summoned, they need to be “clipped” kind of like a domestic bird. It doesn’t render them completely powerless, but it does weaken them. Maybe I will make a list of the ghouls strength before and after being clipped.

Anyway here is an unclipped Omega design. Clipping is part of my fic but I haven’t explored it very much yet and idk if I will. I just thought it would be fun to draw him unclipped. I imagine him to look like a werewolf kinda. Should I draw all of the ghouls unclipped?

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Yet another Omega design update... I really like this one

I've been so unhappy with his hair. I think he rocks this style

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Anatomy study thing with my favorite pookie bears 🫶🫶🫶

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Idk what you guys are talking about. Terzo is currently retired with a nice house by a lake, baking brownies while wearing a "kiss the chef" apron. His ghoul husband hugs him from behind and kisses his neck, maybe touches his butt a little bit. They're both giggling and basking in each others loving and warm presence. What are you talking about, "dragged off stage"? " beheaded"? Get out of lalaland, people.

NSFW, minors DNI!

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Ghostober Day 1 - Foreplay

Ghostober 2024 folder

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I also cropped the nasty part out for anyone who does not want to see it

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Ohhh I want this in a print, this is gorgeous 🩷

OCTOBER IS HERE! 🎃🍂🍁 Have Terzo & Omega at a pumpkin patch. 🥺

*cue over the garden wall soundtrack*

My local spirit Halloween finally opened today

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Let them get married

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In Pursuit of Something Better - Part 9

Ghost fanfiction

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A/N - Sorry I took a big fat break from writing this. The motivation is back 😈

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The ghouls argue a few days after the discovery.

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1.6k words

Some blink and youll miss it smut

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It was not necessarily easy to ignore the tension that fogged the quintessence’s ghoul’s mind over the following days, but focusing on what he would do to his Papa during their shows kept him somewhat distracted. He almost felt guilty, like he was taking his frustrations out on the innocent man. Flooding his body with quintessence at the soonest moment, before he even connected with an audience member, just to release his tension. After the ordeal, Terzo would furrow his painted brows at Omega as he continued his song.

“Wait a little longer, si?” Terzo would scold him in the backstage area after their shows. Yet, Omega would not. He could not. Once again, Terzo’s body jolted at the improper timing of the substance. His knees wobbled and he fell to his knees, drawing a sharp breath into the microphone, reaching out desperately for a crowd member.

Another man took the papa’s hand. Terzo clung to it, watching his hand twitch and a faint glow in his veins emerge. Terzo’s mismatched eyes flickered up to meet the man’s gaze.

“I can see through the scars inside-“ Terzo was cut off by the man tugging on his arm. Terzo grunted, falling forward, catching himself for a brief moment before the man grabbed him by the sides of his face. The music continued as Terzo was gagged by the man’s lips and tongue, gripping him so tight that his nails dug into his painted cheeks.

Fire sparked from behind, swinging across the stage as Alpha’s tail swished behind him. He stomped forward towards his papa, simultaneously as Omega had done the same. The guitars had stopped, replaced with the sounds of Terzo’s struggling grunts, desperately fighting off the grabbing hands of numerous other attendees.

Omega locked eyes with Alpha. Temporarily adjusting his attention to his packmate, he roared at him with his mind, a deafening sound rattling inside the fire ghouls head that caused him to meaninglessly cover his ears and halt in his tracks. Omega slid to his knees, grabbing Terzo by the waist with one hand, swiping at the hands of the ritual goers with the other. His eyes burned bright, subsequently increasing the quintessence flowing through Terzo, into the man assaulting the pope with his mouth.

All the music had stopped at this point. Terzo’s veins were bright white, shining through his clothes. The man’s as well, and with each touch, the quintessence plagued through the crowd. People turned to one another, aggressively making out, dry humping, touching.

With a final tug, Omega pried Terzo away from the man. His body was almost entirely limp, mouth hanging open, drooling on the stage. The other ghouls surrounded the, trying to hide the scene as Omega held Terzo bridle style and carried him off the stage.

“No more of this,” Omega hissed, the corners of his lips quivering, “that is enough.”

Terzo stared up at Omega. Tears dripped down his smudged paint, fingers gripping Omega’s suit.

“Fuck me.” He choked out, “just one more ti-“

“Shut up.” Omega barked, noticing the jerk of Delta’s head in his peripheral vision.

”Please Omega, I won’t-“

Omega covered Terzo’s mouth. It silenced him for only a nanosecond, soon replacing his begging with moans as Terzo maneuvered Omega’s thick fingers into his mouth and began sucking them.

Omega dropped Terzo on to a black leather couch, ripping his fingers from his mouth. He writhed, turning to face the back, grinding against it.

”What?” Delta asked from behind, startling Omega. “Again? Did you have sex with him?”

”No, he’s just delirious.”

”Are you lying?” Delta tugged on Omega’s sleeve. “Look at me, are you lying? Did you have sex with him? Omega, please-“

”Delta, relax.” Omega growled. “He is only saying that because-”

”Terzo Emeritus,” a taller man dressed in a black dress shirt holding a phone approached the group, “Sister Imperator would like to speak with you.”

”No!” Omega yelled, “He is sick. Tell her he is sick!”

“Let me speak with her-“ Terzo reached up to take the phone.

“NO!” Omega roared and slapped the phone to the ground. He stomped on it and grabbed Terzo by the collar of his suit.

”You dumbass! Where is your brain? I know you have one!”

”What the fuck is happening?” Pebble groaned, half annoyed, half frightened. Delta took his hand, holding it tightly and bringing him close.

“Do not speak to me like that,” Terzo growled back, sitting up. He looked like a wreck, though the fire in his glare told Omega he was regaining his strength.

“You are the one who wouldn’t wait. What is your deal?”

Omega’s eyes darted to Alpha who stood silently and watched, eyebrows raised.

“I don’t have a deal.” Omega grumbled.

“Then shut your mouth. It is your fault.” Terzo hissed. “I will tell Sister we got too passionate.”

”So I just decided to do that? Because we got too passionate?”

“Do you propose another idea?” Terzo pressed his middle and index knuckles to his forehead, leaning against the couch.

“We go about that rebellion shit you were talking about,” Delta chimed, almost sounding angry, “I don’t understand why we don’t just eat her.”

”You think anyone would come to our ministry and rituals if the ghouls eat their masters?” Pebble asked.

“Who the fuck gives a shit?” Delta growled back. “Who cares? They all deserve to die. They do shit like they did to Earth.”

Delta’s eyes snapped up to Alpha.

”Shut up, Delta.” Omega glared at Delta.

”What?” Delta’s chest puffed out, his ears twitching. “You tell me to shut up? You always tell me to shut up! Why don’t you stop bitching at me? Why don’t you bitch at him?” Delta pointed to Alpha.

”He isn’t doing anything.” Omega’s voice dropped lower, his eyebrows raising.

”You bastard!” Delta snarled. His chest tightened. “Fuck Sister Imperator! We will steal the Grimoire and then we will eat her.”

”She doesn’t have the Grim-“

Omega slapped Terzo in the back of his head with his tail. All eyes turned to Terzo.

”What?” Alpha asked quietly.

”Oh, for Lucifer’s sake!” Omega roared. “You are all children! Just shut the fuck up! Just shut up!”

“You shut up!” Alpha lunged towards Omega. “All you do is hide shit! You tell everyone to shut up and then say nothing!”

Omega scoffed. “You want to talk about hiding shit? You fucking backstabber?”

“You are clearly fucking Terzo, don’t even start.”

“I only fucked him once!”

”I only fucked-“ Alpha trailed off, looking towards Delta. He was almost started by the burning, wide eyed glare from the water ghoul.

”Don’t lie.” Omega huffed through his nose. “Either quit talking or ruin your own life.”

Alpha pursed his lips slightly, eyes dropping to the ground.

“Why is anyone fucking any of the clergy?” Delta spoke through gritted teeth. His deathly eyes darted between Alpha and Omega.

A wave of silence washed over the group, only the muffled sounds of the crowd yelling audible, along with the unsteady huffs and bubbling water emitting from Delta. Terzo seemed to have completely checked out mentally, sitting on the couch with his chin on his hand, lost in thought.

”Who the hell is Earth?” Terzo finally asked. His question was met with a few despondent glances, broken immediately.

“He was the earth ghoul before Pebble, Alpha spoke quietly and breathily. Omega’s eyes moved to the side, facing Terzo but looking at Alpha.

”He was banished.”

”Why?”

More silence. All eyes were locked on Alpha.

”I…” Alpha choked. His ears curled downwards, his tail limp on the ground.

”I had sex with Secondo. Earth walked in.”

Terzo furrowed his eyebrows. “And he was banished for that?”

”I didn’t know he would be,” Alpha murmured, “Secondo just told me he was going to deal with it or something. I didn’t think he would banish him.”

”Hm.” Terzo tilted his head on his hand, bouncing his knee. “I don’t remember there being a banishing ritual.”

”A ritual?” Delta looked down at Terzo. “There is no ritual. It’s a spell.”

“No,” Terzo leaned back, “before you ghouls were summoned, my father had ghouls. When he retired I got to watch him send them back to the pit. It’s in the same circle of rocks and candles as ghouls get summoned in. I was never allowed to watch a ghoul be summoned when I became a Cardinal, but I got to watch them be banished. Something about unclipped ghouls being dangerous.” Terzo waved his hand. “Anyways, there has not been a banishing ritual since my father retired.”

”Well you fucking missed it,” Delta hissed, though a tone of uncertainty underlined his voice.

”I don’t think I missed anything.” Terzo looked up at Delta.

”Stop,” Delta pinched his eyebrows, his skin starting to drip on the floor, “I don’t want to hear any more!”

“Maybe Earth is still here-“

“Earth wouldn’t just leave me!” Delta hissed at Pebble. “Where the fuck would he even be?”

”I remember that Secondo took him downstairs…” Alpha murmured, looking sheepishly at Delta. ”He made me seal the door shut though. But I think I could melt it back open.”

“We aren’t at the ministry.”

”We can take another trip back there in a few days,” Terzo said, “on our next day off.”

”Delta, don’t get your fucking hopes up,” Omega warned, “if he is in that damn room he’s dead at this point.”

“No, he could burrow. He is an earth ghoul. He could still be alive!”

”Oh, I am sure that Secondo didn’t collar him, hm?”

Delta fell quiet. Omega sighed.

”I will go in there with Alpha. We will tell you what we find.”

Pumpkin carving double date 🎃🖤

Secondo isn’t the best at carving pumpkins, but Omega enjoys it a lot 💕

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Ugghhfff idk if I will finish this bc so much work to color

But here is the Lineart in case I don’t

Terzo wants Omega to take his mask off and show his pretty face more. So he runs away with it ❤️❤️❤️

He wants to show a certain ghoul his new lingerie set is all. What were you thinking?

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Ghostober Day 8 ~ Tickling

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I kinda went off the trail for this one. There is some suggestive stuff but I didn’t wanna make it too explicit. Just not feeling it atm. But the prompt was cute! So I did it. Just a short lil thing of Omega messing with his beloved papa <3

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Terzo’s tongue poked just past his lips, saliva dripping from his ruined lipstick as he let out a shaky breath. Omega took his time retracting from the man he had pinned underneath him, eyes slowly opening to hum in satisfaction at the tranced expression on Terzo’s face. His own lips were wet with Terzo’s frantic kisses, lowering his head towards his neck to return the substance back to the body of its rightful owner.

Omega began with gentle kisses which quickly morphed into sucking and licking, refraining from sinking his fangs into his neck until later on in the night. His clawed hands rubbed downwards, sliding with ease across Terzo’s body that was slick with a thin layer of sweat, which jolted as Omega brushed across his sides.

Omega smirked into his neck, eyes closed, hands wandering. They creeped to the side, to his stomach, letting his fingertips lift away so that his claws only would glide across him with a feather light touch. Terzo gasped, his hands flying down to grab at Omega’s.

”Hm?” Omega asked, trying not to smile as he lifted himself to look at Terzo. His facade broke upon seeing the third’s quivering grin, contagiously spreading across Omega’s face.

“Nothing,” Terzo lied in a whisper, pushing Omega’s hands off of his stomach, towards his hips, “just…”

Omega chuckled through his closed lips, leaning back into his neck. He gripped his hips tightly, earning another gasp and a gentle but restricted buck from Terzo, whose hands rubbed up his back and raked through his snow white hair.

Omega kissed across his throat, moving to the other side of his neck, distracting him as he repositioned his hands to hold Terzo’s waist. Then, he squeezed.

”Ah!” Terzo yelped, once again throwing his hands down to grab Omega’s. This time, Omega couldn’t hold back his amused chuckle.

”You’re doing that on purpose!” Terzo complained with a childish whine.

”It’s cute.” Omega squeezed again, eliciting another yelp from Terzo. “You jolt like you’re getting shocked.”

Terzo growled through his involuntary smile. “You are testing me, ghoul!” Terzo threatened. “I will leave if you-“

Omega retracted his claws, not wanting to accidentally hurt Terzo as his fingertips began prodding around Terzo’s stomach.

Terzo squealed, throwing his hips up, though, as before, they were pinned by Omega’s weight. He slapped at Omega’s hands as he giggled, whining and shrieking when Omega grabbed his wrists and held them to the side.

”You bastard!” Terzo wailed, throwing his head back, twisting around. Omega laughed just as much as he did albeit quieter, watching the poor man writhe beneath him, his laughs sounding more like rapid fire hiccups as he cursed and squealed.

“I’ve never heard you laugh like this,” Omega commented, tilting his head as he admired Terzo, “never seen you smile like that either.”

Terzo attempted to respond, probably with a curse or threat, but was interrupted by his own howl as Omega’s fingers assaulted his neck.

”Aww.” Omega’s own cheeks blushed watching him. His heart fluttered and his face began to hurt from smiling, chuckling as Terzo’s shoulders instinctively pushed upwards to protect his neck. Failing, obviously.

”Please!” Terzo croaked through his choked laughter. “Stop!”

”You’re adorable.” Omega cooed. He finally halted his attack, pressing the warm palm of his hand against Terzo’s cheek. Terzo’s body went limp, muscled already exhausted, his only movement being his chest puffing in and out as he gasped to catch his breath.

”You’re a dick,” Terzo huffed, closing his eyes, face beet red. Omega tsked, pulling terzo up, cupping his face in his hands and kissing his burning cheek.

“You don’t really think that.” Omega purred. Terzo closed his eyes, trying to appear angry, but that smile just would not leave.

I love when they HOLD HANDSSSS YESSSSS ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

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