I'M SO EXCITED EHJEEJE GRR BARK BARK (I'm So Normal About Terzomega)

I'M SO EXCITED EHJEEJE GRR BARK BARK (I'm so normal about terzomega)

Thinking about expanding upon the TerzOmega beach story I wrote. I brought an idea up that I want to explore. No plot, all smut, short and sweet, no pressure lol

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In Pursuit of Something Better ~ Part 2

Ghost fanfiction

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I've had this waiting for like 500 years. Kept telling myself to do the art for it but I'm not gonna lie I simply do not feel like it 😔 I will probably just occasionally make art for it. I have 2 other art projects going on, so I'm gonna put all my drawing energy into that.

The parts for this fic are short and slow right now, but I imagine they will pick up once I get into the more juicy stuff 😳 y'all know I like to tease and edge y'all

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Omega and Terzo talk.

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While the rest of the pack of ghouls were most likely hunting for their own food as it was around noon and lunch time, the quintessence was sitting across a desk in a cold office. The swivel chair he was in was far too small for him, made for a human twice as small. His tail was hung awkwardly on the arm rest that his thighs were pressed painfully against. Terzo, who was sitting on the other side of the desk, had his eyes narrowed and his head slightly tilted to the side as he studied the ghoul's uncomfortable position. 

“Ah, I am sorry. I do not have chairs for ghouls. You do not have to sit if you do not want to.” Terzo offered, pushing his hair back and motioning for the ghoul to stand next to his chair. The ghoul nodded, his eyes looking around the room for a moment as if he were making sure there were no witnesses before he took Terzo's offer. He began to stand, or tried to at least, but his legs were stuck between the arm rests. He only squirmed for a few seconds before completely giving up, propping his head up with his hand and elbow pressed to the arm rest. 

“Are you stuck?” Terzo laughed. The ghoul blushed furiously behind his mask, humiliated. 

“I'm fine. Let's just talk.” The ghoul spoke quietly, trying to hide his embarrassment. How he hated being the biggest ghoul in the ministry. There was nothing accommodated for an individual of his size. 

Terzo responded with another laugh. 

“Let me help you.” Terzo stood and moved towards the ghoul. The ghoul wanted to protest and insist that he was fine, but did not feel he was in the position to argue with his new papa. Before he even had the chance to debate, Terzo's smaller gloved hands were pressed against the armrests, holding the chair down. 

“Stand now.” Terzo commanded. 

The ghoul sighed in exasperation. He looked away from Terzo, grunting as he pulled upwards, struggling to escape before finally he popped out of the seat. It was a sudden release, causing Terzo to stumble back at the contact of their chests bumping into each other. The ghoul's large hands quickly sprung out to catch Terzo by his arms before he fell backwards. 

“Ah… You are certainly a big boy…” Terzo hummed. He felt extremely small in the hands of the ghoul. As he examined their current position, Terzo noticed a tattoo on the ghouls neck. 

“Thank you.” Terzo gently pulled himself out of the ghouls grasp. The ghoul's hands returned to behind his back, standing to the side of the desk instead of sitting. Terzo returned to his own chair, spinning it to face the ghoul. 

“What is that on your neck?”

The ghoul was immediately filled with annoyance. 

“It is just a tattoo.” He responded coldly. Terzo cocked his head to the side. 

“Hm. It is a symbol?”

“Yes.

“What is it?”

The ghoul sighed.

“It is just a letter of the Greek alphabet. Do you have any other questions?”

“What did I tell you about vagueness, ghoul? I do not like it.” Terzo scolded with a grin. “What is it?”

“It is the omega. Do you-”

“Ah!” Terzo interrupted, shaking a loose index finger at the ghoul. “I remember this. I thought that is what that was, but I am not Greek. So you are not the big guy, then, hm?”

“Yes I am.” The ghoul spoke in almost a hiss, clearly defensive. 

“You are Omega. Not Alpha.” Terzo smirked

“That doesn't mean anything.” 

“Are you arguing with me?”

The ghoul, who seemed to accept the name of ‘Omega’, immediately silenced himself. Though, Terzo did not express any true ill feelings, a grin on his face. He seemed to find Omega's frustration amusing. 

“So you are Omega, but Alpha is not… the alpha? I do not understand.”

“It is only relevant to our positions in the rituals,” Omega explained, biting back his frustration, “Alpha is our lead guitarist. I am the rhythm guitarist.”

“Mmm. Sister told me otherwise. Is she a liar?” Terzo asked. 

“...No.” Omega decided to stop arguing about it. He was definitely hoisted into the position as the pack leader, since he was physically the strongest, biggest, and handled interactions with the highest level of maturity and intellect. The others were not dumb per say, but they could not take a punishment the way Omega could if they did say something dumb. Given their conversation as of now, Omega's light debating had him already lined up for a beating. 

“Well, Omega ghoul, I only want to go over my expectations. Though I would prefer to speak to Alpha, you will do.” Terzo stared at Omega for a moment with a smartass look, waiting for a reaction. His expression fell to disappointment when he failed to provoke him. 

“My brother was a bit of a bitch, eh?”

Omega pulled his head back a bit, surprised by Terzo's bluntness. His brother was, in fact, a bit of a bitch. 

“I do not plan on dictating you.” Terzo continued, “I expect your unwavering loyalty to me and the ministry. Professionalism, respect. Your best work and effort. Reasonable, no?”

Omega nodded silently, taking a mental note of what to tell the pack. 

“And- And of course, don't destroy the place,” Terzo chuckled, “apart from that and your chores, I do not care what you do.”

Omega was still for a moment, waiting to see if Terzo would add on anything else. Terzo intertwined his fingers. 

“Do you have questions?” He asked. 

“No.” Omega responded, an unsure tone in his voice. 

“Oh, and tomorrow after service, I would like for you and your friends to stay. There are new uniforms for you. I hope they will be more comfortable,” Terzo clicked his tongue, his eyes moving to the right, “they are definitely more comfortable to look at, I will say. Make you look less poor.”

“Right.” Omega scoffed, rolling his own eyes. His hands slowly drifted to his sides. “I do not like wearing this.”

“I do not like you wearing that either, ghoul. Omega. What do you prefer?”

“Omega.”

“Then, Omega, stay after tomorrow before you go to your chores.”

“Yes, papa.”

“You can just call me Terzo.”

Omega did not like that. He did not plan on referring to him by his first name. It felt far too personal. Unprofessional. 

“You may leave now. Enjoy the rest of your day.” Terzo, dismissed, his attention shifting to a book that was sitting on his desk. Omega turned to leave, but stopped. 

“I have one question, actually.”

Terzo looked back up at him. 

“What would you like to know, ghoul?” 

Omega took a breath, avoiding eye contact. 

“I hope I do not anger you, but what would your response be if it were to happen?”

Terzo hummed, tapping a golden claw against his chin playfully as he hummed and leaned back in his chair. Omega was irritated by his lack of seriousness. 

“I suppose it depends. But do not worry. I will not harm you.” Terzo finally answered. 

“I thought you did not like vagueness?” Omega said with a tilt of his head, the corner of his lips cracking into a small smile under his balaclava. 

“You are witty. Why don't you show that more, yes?” Terzo grinned. “But, yes, vague. Vagueness. I do not like it. That does not mean I cannot be. I am ipocrita, I know.”

“I am too scared to argue with that.” Omega joked. 

“You should be! Good ghoul.” 

Terzo stood from his desk, patting Omega on the back and guiding him to the door. 

“I am busy now. I will see you and your friends tomorrow, yes? And we will replace those ugly rags.” 

Omega nodded, finally left the room and made his way down the hallway, his tail swaying close enough to the ground to swipe dirt across the floor. 

Happy 9/11 you guys bin Laden woulda loved you

why is my entire dash 9/11 jokes did smth happen or

I love your story because it was one of the first things I've seen on Tumblr when I decided to venture into the very first fandom I've ever actively participated in. I also love that we have become uhh great friends because of this story, and new people find our blogs because of how we build off of each others content.

I love the different take on their relationship. Most people think of them as sweet and loving and although I eat that up, I feel like this would be more realistic because Omega is a demon. It also gives a lot of space for character development, where Omega is slowly and reluctantly coming to terms with his feelings for Terzo. I can't wait to see where it goes

is everybody else in this god forbidden fandom obsessed with little monster rn..

What about me orsetto I been here since day one 😔😔😔😔

is everybody else in this god forbidden fandom obsessed with little monster rn..