Can You Guess Who They Are Going To Be

Can you guess who they are going to be

This is so fuckin cringe but I just know that terzo and omega would do this

In Pursuit of Something Better ~ Part 4

Ghost fanfiction

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Happy International Ghost day! Hopefully I'll be able to draw later but I can feel art block watching me 😔

I've been super into writing this recently. Hopefully I can keep up with it better now lol

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Omega doesn't know how to feel about Terzo.

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It was maybe 2 hours later that Omega awoke, in a relatively comfortable bed compared to his pile of clothing that he normally slept on. He woke up in a temporary state of sleep paralysis before his muscles slowly grew stronger and of use. He turned his head with a burning ache in his neck, catching the attention of the fire ghoul that sat in the chair of a small black vanity in the right corner of the medium sized dorm. Alpha looked at Omega with concern, watching his typically robust arms quiver under his own weight as he peeled himself off of the bed. 

“You need to go fix Delta.” Alpha spoke softly, but sternly. “He is in the infirmary with Terzo. His-”

“What is wrong with you?” Omega hissed, swinging his legs off of the bed. “What the hell are you sucking up to him for?”

“Don't you even start to lecture me about trust, bastard. He told me what you said.” Alpha looked away with an annoyed glint in his eyes. "You were sucking up to him too, anyway." Omega rolled his eyes.

“I didn't want to get beaten." Omega hissed. "Obviously, you just can't handle yourself. And neither can Delta, and neither can Pebble. Maybe Aero. But-”

“You were the only one to get aggressive, did you forget that? You started a fight.” Alpha interrupted, rummaging through the drawers on the vanity. He pulled out a white candle. 

“I didn't start a fight, Papa did! He was trying to piss me off. And Delta fed into it, that's why I ripped his fucking vocal cords out. He doesn't deserve to talk anyway.” Omega moved towards Alpha, watching as he explored the other contents of the vanity. 

“We could use these.” Alpha collected all the candles, placing them neatly in two bunches of three on both sides of the vanity. The orange tips of his fingers began to glow and he pinched the wicks with his index and thumb, igniting each candle into a steady flame. They appeared to be cheap and scentless, but the room was quickly filled with the smell of cinnamon, earning a pleased hum from Alpha as he looked up at the bigger ghoul. Omega glared down at him, somewhat annoyed, somewhat intrigued. He leaned over Alpha with his hand pressed against the edge of the vanity, tapping his claws and fiddling with the already peeling black paint. 

“Delta is probably fine,” Omega sighed, moving back as to not give in to his temptations, “but I will go check.”

Alpha sighed in disappointment, not realizing he was holding his breath beforehand. 

“Then you will come back?” 

“Only so you can show me where my own room is.”

“Then ask ‘Papa’.”

Omega narrowed his eyes. 

“I don't trust him. He used one of those spells.” Omega grumbled. 

“You were actually about to kill Delta though. You deserved it.”

“No,” Omega turned to Alpha again, “he was reading the Grimoire yesterday. You are going to get yourselves killed if you are going to buddy up with him.”

“He wants to revolt,” Alpha said with a grin. Omega scoffed. 

“Bullshit.”

“Then what do you think?” Alpha snapped, turning his whole body to look towards Omega  “What more could he possibly want from us? We have to do what he says already or it's The Pit, so what would he need to trick us for?"

Omega parted his lips as if he were going to refute, but nothing came to mind. His silence made the edge of Alpha's stare soften, and he shook his head.

“You are so paranoid of losing that you don't realize there is nothing left to lose. We have lost it all already.” Alpha said empathetically. “There is only room to gain if you stop being so scared all the time, Megs. Terzo is good. This is what you wanted two days ago at the ceremony! For him to be good, and now that he is good, you don't believe it. Even Delta knows, and he was ready to fight him less than 5 hours ago! If Delta is such a hothead and trusts Terzo, why can't you?” 

Omega did not say anything, his eyes weighed to the floor, a sour look still present on his face. Alpha scoffed and dropped his hands. 

“Nothing I say will do anything for your stubbornness. You will learn eventually. Go fix Delta.” Alpha slumped back down in the chair. 

Omega reluctantly trudged down the wide hallways of the ministry, dwelling heavily on what Alpha had said to him. He was supposed to be a quintessence ghoul. Could he simply not reach into Terzo’s mind to identify his true intentions? Or maybe he was too afraid to find the absolute truth, to be proven right that they would be trapped under the same oppression they had suffered through Secondo. In a perfect world, Primo would return. Their true Papa, their summoner that treated them like lost puppies. That is essentially what they were. Lost puppies in need of direction and care, and Primo delivered. Though, the ministry was not in the same financial stability that they were now, so the ghouls were still, stuck with ugly, uncomfortable rags and a small room to share. But they could forgive that, as Primo allowed them to roam. Allowed them to speak freely, engaged with them in a friendly manner, encouraged them to serve the Clergy not by threats and acts of violence, but by reciprocation of respect and care. Primo was their Papa, but it was only a matter of time before he would have to retire. It was not possible to have a Papa like him again. 

The heavy infirmary door pushed open, where Omega was unwelcomingly greeted with silent glares from Delta, and an uncomfortable look from Terzo. Delta had a thick cloth wrapped around his neck, faint spots of red bleeding through it. Omega locked eyes with Terzo, briefly holding eye contact before he felt too disturbed by the man to continue looking. Instead, he reached out to carefully unwrap the cloth, examining the damage. He was exaggerating when he said that he had ripped his vocal cords out; there were four pierce marks soaked in almost black, crusted blood. 

“It will still be a few days before it is fully healed.” Omega spoke in an apathetic and monotone voice, showing no care for the injury he caused to Delta. He placed his fingers on his neck with a sigh, his horns emitting a faint purple glow that travelled down his veins and to the tip of his tail. Terzo watched in fascination, trying to ignore the gross sound of stretching skin as Omega's quintessence pulled Delta's skin together and closed the wound. Terzo examined Omega's now uncovered face as well; mostly dark gray, with dark purple around his eyes. Tufts of white fur below his pointy ears, matching slicked back hair. 

“Wrap it. Keep it dry.” Omega suddenly mumbled, startling both Delta and Terzo. 

“That's what he said.” Terzo smirked. Omegas eyes slowly moved over to Terzo, his face flushed with embarassment and irritation. 

“‘That's what she said’.” Omega corrected. He had no interest in his joke, only wanting to be right about something.

“Are you homophobic, ghoul?”

“Okay.” Omega wiped his blood stained fingers, slamming down the gauze he used to cover Delta's wound and turned to exit the room. 

“Wait! I am only kidding! I'm sorry. Let's talk!” Terzo called out, following Omega. Omega continued his way out of the room, letting the door swing shut behind him, which Terzo caught. Omega did not wait despite hearing the patter of Terzo's footsteps desperately trying to keep up. Omega looked at the key number, his eyes moving up to the left as he thought about where his room could be located. Then, he continued walking in that direction, gritting his teeth as Terzo continued to follow and call out for him, not stopping until they were both at Omega's new room. 

“Let us talk again. I want to talk to you.” Terzo gasped, out of breath. For every stride of Omega's longer legs, Terzo had to take three jogging steps. 

“I hope it is an apology for what you did earlier.” Omega hissed, jamming the key into the slot on the door and pushing the door open. He wanted to slam it in Terzo's face, but his better judgment stopped him, and he gripped the door tightly to avoid hitting Terzo with it. 

“I do want to apologize.” Terzo stepped in, gently closing the door behind him as Omega looked around his room. It was pretty much a copy of Alpha's, the only difference being the quality of furniture. Omega's room seemed less run down as if no one had been in here before. 

“I am sorry, Omega. You didn't seem to hear me when I was telling you to stop hurting your friend.” 

“Stop using those fucking spells if you expect to befriend a ghoul,” Omega barked, shocking himself with how comfortable he felt speaking to his Papa like this. 

“I study the Grimoire not for you. It was circumstantial, it will not need to happen if you are a good ghoul.” 

“What do you need it for then?”

“For summoning more ghouls.”

“We don't need any more ghouls. There is enough.”

“Not for what I have in mind for this ministry, And what I have in mind for you.”

“Oh, you want to rebel, I heard. Is that it? Is that what is in your mind?” Omega seethed, sarcasm dripping in his voice. He narrowed his eyes and suddenly grabbed Terzo by the jaw, claws poking into the painted skin of his cheeks, huffing as he got closer to his face. Terzo's eyes widened, fear radiating from his body. Yet he stood still. He balled his hands into fists, tilting his head up to meet Omega's gaze. He could feel Omega entering his mind, scavenging for ideation and emotion. Terzo watched his facial expression shift from his discoveries, morphing from irritation, shock, disgust. After maybe a minute of this, he was calmer, and slowly let go of Terzo's jaw, listening to the frightened breaths emitting from Terzo's nose and gritted teeth. 

“You are so insignificant,” Omega mumbled, “you are only Papa because you are an Emeritus brother. No one actually respects you. And I can see why with your filthy brain.” He looked Terzo up and down as he fixed his posture. 

“No one will fear you.”

“No, but they will fear you.” Terzo choked, the confidence stripped from his body at Omega’s brutal honesty. “That is why I need you, you are big and scary. And strong! And that thing you did. That felt strange.”

“It is useless,” Omega sighed, “it is only to spread temptation and to understand others. I cannot control minds, if that is what you are expecting me to do.”

“Well it certainly works for what it is for.” Terzo tilted his head with a grin. Omega was unamused. 

“I will only participate in this if you give me the Grimoire.” Omega demanded, ignoring Terzo's lustful comment. 

“Deal.”

Omega's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief. He was mostly saying that to spark a reaction out of Terzo to prove that somehow his unspoken thoughts were lying. 

“Do not destroy it, though. I have been studying it. If it is destroyed, I will lose you all to The Pit.” Terzo added. 

“I will keep it safe.” Omega reassured. 

“Then it is settled,” Terzo turned to leave the room, “you are a good ghoul. I will be back shortly, yes?”

Omega couldn't help but feel his cheeks heat up each time Terzo would say that. 

“Yeah.”

You guys I think I just like size difference bc I'm SOOOO tempted to draw Deadpool and Colossus banging but I don't think I have a very big audience of marvel fans. I'm not a big marvel fan myself but id be lying if I said I didn't get a rager thinking about those two

In Pursuit of Something Better ~ Part 3

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Yeah these parts probably won't be super long lol. Just how it seems to be working out.

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The ghouls receive their new uniforms. Gets heated.

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"You did not seem as pissed yesterday as you do now."

Omega scowled at Pebble, the shorter earth ghoul. He was conveniently stood beside Delta. Being protected by a bigger ghoul seemed to be the only time Pebble wanted to pipe up with something snarky to get under another ghoul's skin. He learned that from Delta, the water ghoul that Omega forced himself to withstand for the betterment of the pack. Omega's glare shifted to Delta, before he ultimately decided to ignore them altogether. He turned his attention back to examining their surroundings. The previous red fluorescent lights of this conference room had been replaced with purple, having to be overnight since no one had noticed anyone coming in and out. The decor was also different; high quality cashmere table clothes replaced the knitted covers that Secondo enjoyed, reason being unclear whether it was because it was cheap or he was truly into knitting.

The room was less crowded, minimalistic. There were two small, white pillows on either corner of the black couch that sat against the wall near the door, contrary to the dozen that Secondo had there. A fuzzy black carpet beneath their feet. A few lamps lining the walls. Alpha was especially relieved to see these changes. He could not stand the texture of velvet and wool that their previous Papa seemed to obsess over.

Alpha's tail instinctively intertwined with the quintessence ghoul stood next to him as the door on the other side of the room opened. They silenced their pointless bickering, straighting their backs and clasping their hands together behind their backs in unison. Absolutely conditioned.

However, the man who had promised to return was not necessarily a frightening figure in the moment. He was backwards, holding the door open with his foot, his compact figure covered from the waist up by the new uniforms that the ghouls eagerly awaited. He stepped backwards into the room, a barely audible grunt, and then he caught his robe on the heel of his shoe that he wore to appear at least a little taller. Terzo gasped and stumbled backwards, huffing in frustration as he caught himself and kicked his lengthy robe out from under his feet. Aero, the air ghoul, tilted his head curiously, and Delta grinned under his mask.

Terzo slapped the uniforms down on the table, two of the new metal masks clanking against the wood and dropping to the ground.

"Oh, fuck me." Terzo mumbled under his breath before looking up at the lined up ghouls, sighing and forcing a smile. "I do hope you like these. Made of gabadine, very strong. Very good to the eye."

Terzo lifted a mask, gently holding it in one hand, examining it like a Shakespearean, two fingers pressed to his painted chin.

"Resplendent, posh. You will no longer resemble a Hugo character. You will resemble - no, be - a ghoul of importance and class." Terzo looked towards the ghouls, smiling. For some reason he expected to see a reaction of excitement, but their expressions were hidden, their body language stoic. His smile faded, and he set the mask back on the table with an echoing ring. He pressed his palms together, holding his own hands. He stepped around the table, walking towards the ghouls that towered over him, their bright burning eyes intimidating him. He smiled curiously at each of them.

"Another ugly thing that will change for you is your room. I went in there today."

Alpha clenched his teeth, his tail squeezing Omega's at the confession. There was suddenly a thick fog of tension in the room.

"What is that you sleep on? Your own clothing? There are no beds. That is filthy, ghouls. You must get your own rooms."

With that, Terzo reached up into his robe. Alpha's head recoiled slightly at the sight of Terzos robe riding up, revealing his bare calves, the only evidence of any clothing beneath his robe being the fact that he pulled out 5 keys. Unless he was storing them in his prison pocket, he had to have been wearing shorts.

Terzo placed a key in each one of the ghouls massive hands, humming as he studied the appearance of their hands. Omega's were large and purple. Alpha's were almost glowing maroon and orange. Delta's blew, webs between his fingers. Pebble's were the smallest, beautiful vitiligo spreading across his gray and brown hands. Aero's were albino.

"You ghouls should know where the Siblings rooms are, yes? You do work for them. You are Siblings under my thumb. So you will be accommodated as such, so long as you perform your usual duties. That is fair, do you think?"

Terzo stopped in front of them, scanning them for any evidence of personality. His eyes stopped on Omega.

"Why are you so quiet now, witty one?"

Omega felt his heart sink to the pit of his stomach. His vocal cords vanished, his face heating up with embarrassment at being put on the spot. Alpha looked at him. Omega looked back at him. Silence.

Terzo sighed. "Do you do the thing again? Speak out loud."

"Thank you, Papa." Omega quickly spat out, simply wanting the attention off of him. Terzo hummed.

"You call me Terzo. We are friends, are we not?"

"I barely know you."

"Don't you want to know me?"

"Thank you, Terzo."

"Such a good boy you are."

Alpha whipped his head towards Terzo, disgust written on his face under his mask. Terzo shifted his attention to him.

"What about you, Alpha ghoul? Your friend says that you-"

"Papa!" Omega snapped, a guttural hiss that intensified the fog of tension. "Do not."

"Do not what?" Terzo grinned. He knew exactly what.

"Do not what?" Alpha repeated. His voice was gruff, but an obvious tone of emotion that Omega always failed to produce.

"Nothing." Omega glared at Alpha, speaking to him with his mind. Alpha ignored his internal pleas for silence.

"What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything."

"Why do you lie, Omega?" Terzo chimed. Omega felt a bubbling in his chest, his face burning with anger. Stay calm.

"You are lying." Alpha growled. Terzo studied their interaction intently. The crumbling of their facade.

"We will talk about this later." Omega barred his teeth.

"You are saying bad things about me."

"And you, small one!" Terzo had walked towards Pebble. Though he was the shortest ghoul, he still towered over Terzo. "Do you posess this rage that these two ghouls do?"

Delta's tail snaked around in front of Pebble. Terzo watched, following the blue up to Delta.

"You are protective! You are strong," Terzo was speaking to no one ghoul in particular anymore, "you have a passion that you hide. Why do you hide? Why do you want to be weak?"

Terzo was pacing back and forth, his voice raising, pumping his fist by his side. "Don't you want to be better than this? You want to be more than tools. You do the work, you play the instruments, you control the minds. Without you this ministry would be nothing! There are more of you, less of them!"

"Less of you," Delta hissed. "You want to start shit , then-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Omega roared. He stomped forward, shoving Alpha as he barged towards Delta. Delta growled, meeting Omega's force as Omega slammed his hands into his shoulders, shoving him into the wall and snapping his teeth at him. Alpha grabbed Omega, desperately trying to pull him back.

"Less of me!" Terzo shouted. Fueling the flame. "More of you, less of me! Take it out on me! Not each other! Ghouls!"

Omega was blinded by rage.

"Omega!"

He didn't realize he was stabbing his claws into Delta's larynx.

"OMEGA!"

Suddenly, he was tired. His muscles gave out, and he collapsed to the ground. His mask bounced off of his face. His vision blurred, his white pupils staring up at Terzo who held a familiar book in his hand, the one he had seen him studying yesterday in his office. He blinked, and his pack was surrounding Terzo, not attacking. Tails swishing low to the ground, masks thrown to the floor. He blinked again. Muffled, exhilarated chanting, something in Latin. Terzo knelt to the ground in front of him. Then, he fell asleep.

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@evereverest2 and I have been cooking something up for you Little Monster fans… A prequel comic.

Will be posted all at once in the next few weeks. 18+. ❤️

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