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Sorry @somerandomdudelmao I could not help myself after your amazing latest update and then my brain went to some silly places.
#tiny omega#robot donnie#cass apocalyptic series#they're off to save the world#or destroy it#replica#rottmnt#kathaynesart#rottmnt replica
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Fear in Safety #3
Man, two chapters in one day, I'm on a roll! I hope you lovely people like this chapter, it has a good amount of angst, but ends in tooth rotting fluff. Cross is an absolute softy when it comes to making sure Omega is ok. Enjoy, Tutter out! 🐀❤️
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_Chapter 3_
Omega yelps in distress as she feels large, strong digits wrap around her body, holding her in place. She can’t move, she’s trapped. Her breathing hitches as more tears work their way down her face. Throat seeming too small to properly breath. The giant fingers have her wrapped in a tight enough hold that she can’t wiggle her way out.
But that doesn’t stop her from attempting to escape, as she frantically pushes with her free arm, but her efforts are worthless, they don’t move. “No, No, No, No, No, No, No!” She cries as she struggles. The sudden nausea that overtakes her is nearly blinding as she can only guess that she is being lifted up from the ground. A loud, shaky gasp breaks her train of thought. Looming above her, impossibly huge, encompassing her entire field of vision, is Crosshair. The sight alone makes her flinch and her hyperventilation increases. Her mind feels clouded, she won’t be able to stay awake for long if she doesn’t figure out a way out fast.
“Omega?” A whisper, though loud to her, escapes Crosshair. He seems worried, very worried. His eyes are somewhat blown wide, brows creased down, and his mouth hangs slightly open. Open enough to see inside his mouth, toothpick limp in the corner.
“C-Cross?!” She can’t seem to break eye contact, it feels like he is staring directly into her soul.
The sudden shift of his hand causes her to jolt, breaking her eye contact. “Hey. Hey, it’s ok… It’s ok kid.” His voice impossibly soft, whispers above her as he moves his hands to gently hold her. Omega, now sitting in his cupped hands, can’t seem to keep her panic down. When she is given room, she instinctively backs up, only to meet his curled fingertips to her back. She flinches from the contact, trying her best to silence a yelp, but it still comes out. Crosshairs shoulders drop, his gaze is glazed over with sadness at her reaction.
“Omega-” The sound of Tech calling her name brings back her somewhat receding panic. As she quickly turns her head to look at Tech, who stands to the side behind Crosshair. Their collective stare on her figure makes her duck her head, the flow of panic getting stronger. Her arms wrap around her legs as she curls in on herself.
The sight of ONE of her Vod standing impossibly large scared her immensely, but TWO was an entirely different story. They are so much bigger than her, she is at their complete mercy, and that doesn’t sit right with her. They could do whatever they wanted, that thought made her feel small, useless. As her lungs continued to heave, a finger met her back in a rubbing motion, an attempt to calm her. But it did the opposite as she shied away violently from the touch. Crosshair released a sigh as he kept his gaze on her shaking form, wishing to provide her comfort, but he didn’t know how.
Tech's eyes darted towards the coach as he lifted his hand onto Cross’ shoulder and motioned towards it with his head. Cross nodded in understanding, making his way over, his strides impossibly long, each step shaking her form. He gave her an apologetic glance at the movement. As he knelt down beside the black family couch, Tech set a few pillows to act as a seat of sorts, elevating her from the couch. Crosshair, ever so gently, laid her shaken body on the pillows, and backed up a bit, taking a seat next to Tech in front of the couch, now meeting eye to eye with Omega. The silence was almost deafening as they continued to stare at each other, not knowing what to say.
Tech is the first to speak. “Omega… What… happened?” he silently questioned his hand gesturing to her small, curled up form.
His question broke her from her frightened trance, and she looked down at herself, unsure how to respond. “I-I... don’t kn-know…. I’m sorry.” she responds quietly, her face turned to the side avoiding their gaze. A quiet sob escapes her quivering lips, the backs of her hands reaching her eyes in a feeble attempt to brush off the tears.
“Omega, it is perfectly fine to feel scared in a situation such as this, we do not judge you for that. You are safe, we are here for you.” Tech’s statement brings her a bit of comfort that helps her bite the panic down a notch. She nods in understanding as she meets his gaze.
Her breath hitches in the back of her throat as a single digit, presumably Cross’ thumb, reaches towards her. It stops moving, she breathes in and steals herself as she looks at him and gives him a small nod. His thumb continues to move closer at a snail's pace till it gently rests on her arm, rubbing up and down. His touch is notably warm, her body instinctively leans into the comforting touch, though he momentarily freezes for a sec before continuing to comfort her.
Tech gets up and backs up, walking towards the door, he turns back. “I’m gonna com Hunter and Wrecker, update them on… this. I’ll be right back.” And with that, he steps out the door, leaving Omega and Crosshair in the living room.
They continue to enjoy the quiet and relax, or as much as Omega could. Her stomach was still set in what felt like a permanent drop. Looking up made her uneasy. “Quiet doesn’t suit you kid. What’s up?” He asks with a knowing smile.
Omega has to do a double take, unsure at first if it was intentional or not. “Did… Did you seriously just use a pun?” Omega deadpans as his smirk widens. Why that little-
“Well, you know what they say, being short has its ups and downs, but mostly downs.” he finishes, barely containing the small huff of laughter that threatens to make itself known.
“Why you little-” she jokingly retorts before Crosshair snorts and starts to double over, failing to cover a wheeze. Omega tilts her head, unsure what was so funny until it connects.
“No… I did not just make a pun… No.” She airs out her realization in a fit of giggles. Crosshair continues to muffle his cackling for Omega’s sake as she joins him with her own laughter. As their laughter died down, Omega notes how her eyes keep on dropping.
She doesn’t know how she feels about sleeping at the moment, but her decision is already made. “I’ll keep watch if you need kid, it’s ok.” Crosshair senses her drowsiness. His eyes scanning her exhausted form, her eyes red and puffy, and her hair all over the place.
“you .. you sure?” Omega asks quietly. Sure, she feels uneasy, but this Cross, her “little” brother.
“Deadly” he responds, getting a small giggle from the girl. She nods her head and looks around. Understanding her uneasiness of the situation, he takes it upon himself to gently pick her up and hold her as he sits back against the couch. She responds with a startled yelp, but he shushes her, cradling her small form to his chest as she lets sleep take over as she listens to the welcoming beat of his heart.
#Tutters writings#star wars gt#star wars g/t#gt#G/T#g/t#giant tiny#tbb#tbb crosshair#tbb tech#tbb omega#Tiny omega#gt angst#gt community#gt fluff#gt writing
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LOOK AT THIS CHILD! Gaze upon it in all its glory! @dianagj-art you did such an amazing job animating this! My heart has melted onto the floor! Tiny Omega’s little waddle is just so perfect as he’s trying to keep up! Bless you!!
@somerandomdudelmao Tello Bot is so cool and then @kathaynesart drew this and I couldn't just not animate that last image
#I’m gonna look at this forever#dg fanart#cass apocalyptic series#rottmnt replica#rottmnt#tiny omega#Donnie bot
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day 237: totter
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Nothing, just George Russel's tiny ass shorts.
#George Russell#f1#formula 1#mercedes amg petronas#but actually why are they so tiny#dare I say#omega! george
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It was way funnier before i draw it.
@kaydear what have you done to me??? their always in my head, I aint free no more.
#star wars#star wars the clone wars#the bad batch#crosshair bad batch#hunter bad batch#echo bad batch#bad batch omega#star wars tbb#tbb omega#tbb hunter#tbb crosshair#tbb echo#crosshair and omega#A normal day with brothers and tiny sister#tbb modern au#We know who he was talking to.
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Tiny Omega strikes again.
still got “alien invasion apocalypse and how it affects one specific catgirl” brain
#tomiko#misha arts#kathaynesart#rottmnt#bad future timeline#tiny Omega makes the bad future a little brighter#he knows he's adorable#and he hates it but also will totally use it to his advantage#tiny omega
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live footage of killer’s first day at the O.T
Idk man I was bored and this was funnier in my head
@howlsofbloodhounds inspired by you 🙁
Killer belongs to rahafwabas
Color belongs to superyoumna
School was boring BUT my mom gave me her psychology books from college and I’m excited to read them
#ignore how tiny killer is in the first image#I’m just being accurate /hj#sans au#color sans#killer sans#undertale au#utmv#omega timeline#oz doodles
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The TMNT AU Competition is on between Replica and August AU/Kendratello Childhood! And what better way to celebrate it than with an all out 1930's themed Fashion Show!?
Leo says that now but wait until he sees August!
Be sure to vote HERE!
#tmnt au competition#rottmnt#kathaynesart#rottmnt replica#replica#august hamato#kendratello childhood au#fashion show#you got the goods!#big dads now barely fit in the couch#tiny omega#omega
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Fear in Safety #2
Hello fellow lovely rats, I, Tutter, have now finished my second chapter of this g/t series featuring the Bad Batch. Credits to gt-abby for the inspiration. I hope you enjoy this angsty chapter, It's a good one.
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_Chapter 2_
Bright light greets Omega’s vision as she comes to consciousness, noting the aching that seems to be present all over her body. She sits up, her hands messaging her temple and eyes. Her last moments feel a bit muddled. Omega assesses herself, beside the aching, she is just cold. Too cold. She gets a proper look in front of her and stops in confusion, why is the floor stretched… so… Far… out? Her eyes glance further up and her breath hitches as it dawns on her what lays before her.
“What.. the. Kriff?! I- W-what in the-” Her voice barely above a whisper and shaky as she takes in the sight of her family's kitchen bigger, much, much bigger than it should be. Cabinets and shelves loom over her like the tallest buildings of Coruscant, the ceiling impossibly stretched far above her. A mix of awe and dread, mostly dread, left a deep, swirling pit in her stomach, as if a trap door had sprung open beneath her and dropped her flailing body into an endless void. Thoughts start to plague her, her breathing quickens, hands clench the sides of her head as she curls in on herself. Before her mind could continue its growing panic, her wrist comm goes off.
“Havoc 2? Do you copy?.... Omega?” Hunter’s voice sounds from her device, A tone of panic apparent. Not good, he is worried. Though it is enough to push a little bit of the panic at bay. For now that is.
“Hu-Havoc 1, I-I cop-copy. What’s the.. The situation?” she curses her stuttered response. He’ll definitely notice her stressed tone.
“Just wanted to check in on you, weren’t answering for a minute. Are you ok? You don’t sound alright. What’s… what’s the matter Omega? Are you in danger?!” concern rings through. He caught onto her panic. Kriff.
“You-you could s-say that? I guess?” She responds, she doesn't know how she should proceed without scaring him one way or another. But what else could she do!? She was impossibly small, smaller than one should ever find themselves!
“What do you mean by that Omega?” His question, laced with palpable confusion.
Omega took a second to think out her response, taking a breath she continues, “I’m not in d-danger, just, a bit… a bit out of sorts. I have NO idea what is going on, b-but… I don’t re-really think it’s something I can possibly explain over a-a comm, more or s-so… show in person. I am sorry, but I am just …just, really, really freaked out right now Hunter.” She finishes, her breathing less hectic, not completely, but it’s better than nothing. She at least feels a lil bit less lightheaded, something she just realized.
The comm is quiet for a few seconds, a small light beeping from the device on her wrist. She hears him take a breath from the other side, “So… You are not in any danger. But you are freaked out and don’t know how to explain it?” He parrots back to Omega.
“Basically. I-” she starts back when Hunter cuts in.
“I’ll com Cross and Tech to check on ya, You are still at the house, right?” His statement cuts into her, the thought of the others seeing her, or her seeing them, hadn’t crossed her mind, till now.
Her breathing quickens again, hands becoming clammy and sweaty. “Ye- Wa-wait! Hunter, I don- I don’t know if th-that’s a-” Her attempts at pleading were for not as the call went dead. It was too late. They were gonna see, they were gonna see her diminished size. And she… she was gonna see their looming forms. If the lower cabinets are enough to make her stomach drop with anxiety, what would happen if she were to face them!? The sound of the front door creaking open alerted Omega back into reality, her body going off of instinct as she darted, aiming to hide under the lower cabinet ledge. Her heartbeat drowned out her thoughts, her body stuck in a fight or flight mode. Her breathing was dangerously loud with her heaving for oxygen. Eyes wide as she heard their booming voices calling for her. Their footfalls like earthquakes that shook her very being to the core.
“Miss Omega?! Are you here?” Tech seemed to impossibly shout louder than she thought was possible. She brought up her hands to cover her ears, hoping for some solas that it will help with the noise. Their footsteps echoed throughout the house as they checked every room till they seemed to stop.
Even in another part of the house, she could hear their conversation, “Where could she be?! Hunter said that she was home!” Crosshairs unmistakable voice boomed with his usual raspiness.
“I haven't the slightest clue as to where she may possibly be at as we have searched the whole house.” Tech states in his usual fashion.
Omega could possibly hear Cross’ eyes rolling, “What do you propose we do? Got any bright idea’s Mr. Glasses?!” He snarked back, though she could pick up worry lacing his snarkiness.
“No need to worry Crosshair, as Hunter requested of me to set up a series of hidden cameras around for safety purposes.” Tech’s statement sent Omega’s panic into overdrive. Camera!? They’ll see her, They’ll find her, They’ll…. They’ll… She doesn’t know what will happen when they find her, but she doesn’t want to know. Her fear has taken over any and all rational thought. She can’t seem to think about anything good coming out of her brothers, her Vod, finding her in this state.
The house is deathly quiet as she presumes that Tech has pulled up the camera’s video feeds and is going over them for signs of her. After what felt like forever, she picks up on a quiet, yet surprised “oh” from Tech. Followed by a clear as day “What in actual Kriff did we just watch?” from Crosshair. Taking into account that they must have seen her diminished size on the feed, she bolts out of her hiding spot, racing as fast as her legs can go towards the wide open door. The moment she is running, she can feel their thunderous footfalls racing to her position. She can’t face them, not like this. She exerts more force into her steps as tears blur her view of the door. They are getting dangerously close, She reckons she is only about halfway to the door when they make it to the living room hallway.
“Omega!!” A shout, so loud that she violently flinches, nearly tripping, sounds from Tech, or was it Cross? That doesn’t matter as her only goal is to make it out the door. Right when she is about 4 feet from the door, it slams shut at an alarming speed, her ears ringing. Realization hits when a deafening step crashes to her side and the sight of long, outstretched fingers comes into view.
“NO!” she jolts from the path of the giant hand and darts to the side, now setting her sights on the couch. As tears smear her face, she doesn’t seem to catch onto the hand that reaches for her from behind. Until it's too late.
#tbb#Tutters writtings#the clone wars#star wars#Star wars gt#Star wars g/t#tbb omega#tbb hunter#tbb crosshair#tbb tech#Pabu#gt#G/T#g/t#giant tiny#gt writing#gt community#gt angst#tiny Omega
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@puppetmaster13u
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The Bat was old. It was easy to see, especially with the numerous artifacts that covered Gotham. But, though the Bat was old- The Robins were young.
It started with a small pup, one that flew through the air with colors of Red, Green, Yellow, and Black.
The First of the Robins was bloodthirsty, a pup that grinned in the shadows of his mother, one that chirped and cheered when his mother shed blood and fear for him to feed on.
Though the pup was dangerous, he still was kind. And since he was much smaller than his ferocious mother, he was able to sneak away.
And sneak away he did. Often, the little bird would creep away from his mother, crooning to the victims and feeding off of the remnants of their fear as his mother shredded those who hurt his City.
But like most young children- Robin eventually grew up.
His colors darkened, falling away as the small blood thirsty bird grew fangs. Colors faded, darkening and shifting until only electric blues and blacks remained. The First Robin became a new bird- A Nightingale, and oh did he Sing like his namesake.
The Nightingale would croon, would sing, would talk, and when he talked- people found themselves lost to even themselves. Unable to stop themselves as they followed the now grown Alpha who had become almost as terrifying as his mother.
It was then that a new bird hit the streets, one that was said to have come from the Nightingale’s long shed feathers.
It’s said that when the colors faded, that when each color finally dwindled into blacks and blues, more Robins, more Birds came to life.
Each color that the first Robin shed came to life in their own right, with their own thirst for the fear that their Mother and elder Brother fed on.
The first to appear was the Cardinal, the one who came to life with as much blood-blood-blood as it left this world with.
The second was the Crow, the one who came to life under the Bat’s grief and the First Robin’s anger.
The third was Starling, but unlike the others, she found herself unhappy with the remaining colors. So she left, following the steps of the Cuckoo to become a Bat rather than a bird before settling into something entirely new.
The forth was, and still is, hidden- unknown but talked about in hushed voices from those who are brave enough to sneak up on the pack that protected the city. Though the Forth hasn’t been seen quite yet, the air drips with rumors about the forth Robin being a Drake, one that clad themselves in the dark greens that once covered their source.
Each Robin, each bird, the Bat took in gleefully.
The Bat cared for each of his hatchlings like any other omega- But protected them with enough fury that blood dripped from his talons and mouth.
#Cryptid Batfamily#Cryptid Batman#Cryptid Batfamily AU#Alpha/Beta/Omega#Omegaverse#My Writing#IRL stuff has gotten me too worked up to be able to bap ideas back and forth#so uh#have this tini ficlet!#not my best work but something that has been banging around my head since we first started talking
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cute lovely pic ofc but all my eyes are drawn to in this is how prominent the chass is when compared to arthur?? like the difference here is drastic really… sharl literally has a feminine figure
#the curvage on charles is quite literally PREPOSTEROUS#he has the body of an hormonal omega in their first trimester of pregnancy#the perky little butt.#also how much smaller he is??#the xs measurements that came out recently were nooot joking#this man is PETITE. and TINY#i would fit him into my pocket but that ass is too big#omegalerc#charles leclerc
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gt-abby is doing great things, her work is absolutely adorable. Like, I just want to pinch Omega's cheeks in this artwork. And the story is a whole new level of wholesome! Truely, a piece of work beyond its time.
Echo and Omega
Omega was sitting on the dashboard of the marauder, watching the people of Pabu through the windshield. She wished she could be part of that life again and wondered when the effects of the shrinking would wear off so she could go out and play again- well, as if Hunter will let her.
She heard footsteps on the stairs leading to the hanger of the ship, and guessing by the metallic sound and heaviness, it was Echo, who came into view not long after. He seemed to be looking for something around the ship when he laid eyes on her and a smile grew on his face.
“There you are, I’ve got you something” he said softly as he approached and sat on the chair next to her, rubbing his finger on her hair lightly, though she still felt him slightly pressing her down as he did so.
“What is it?” her eyes shone with anticipation, looking up at his mischievous face as he pulled out something tiny and pink out of his pocket. Omega’s eyes grew as she realized what it was. Echo raised the item up to her, lifting it to her chest level to see if it would fit.
“A dress!” She took it from him and held it out,looking closer at it. It even had embroidery on it, as if made by people of her size.
“Well, will you try it on?” He asked her, pleased that she liked his present.
“Where did you get it?”
“Oh, nothing special, someone was selling doll clothes on the market by the port.” He heard her giggle as she went behind a monitor and changed quickly, walking out soon after with the biggest smile on her face.
“It’s perfect.” She hugged his pointer finger. Echo’s heart melted when he felt her hug. Part of him wished she could stay like this forever, but he knew that would be cruel to her. She’s her own person, after all, and she deserved er freedom, just like every clone should. “Thank you.”
“Aww, it’s nothing.” He chuckled at the sheer cuteness of it all. He wished in all of his heart that he could hug her back, but alas, his other hand wasn’t there anymore.
An idea came to his head and he told her to wait a moment. He got up and walked over to the wall port mainly he used, given he was the only one with a droid arm. Pushing it in, his brain was suddenly filled with all the data of the ship. This always felt weird to him, even if he thought he started getting over it, like he could see, hear and control everything. He chose to change the mood inside the hanger. Music started playing from all over, something calm yet playful. He came back to Omega and held out his hand to her, as if asking her to dance. Omega, full of excitement, graciously accepted and held out her tiny hand and placed it onto his. She began dancing, twirling in place As he held her for support. It was as if everything was normal, and she forgot all about her predicament.
They played like that for what seemed like hours, without getting tired. As if they were completely alone in the galaxy and all of their worries were gone. They almost didn’t feel Hunter walking in, and he watched that unforgettable moment between the two of them as he didn’t have the heart to disturb them.. finally, when Echo turned round, feeling Hunter’s presence, his big smile shrunk when he saw they weren’t alone. Hunter, though, had the biggest smile on his face.
“Please don’t stop on my account.” He said, leaning his body on the metal wall and crossing his arms.
“Hunter!” Omega’s tiny voice squeaked from the dashboard and Echo moved away so they could see each other. “Look, Echo got me a dress! Isn’t it pretty?” She spun in place too show him. Hunter laughed and got closer to see.
“Wow, that’s so nice of you, Echo,” Hunter turned around to look at his cyborg brother, who was blushing slightly. But of course, Hunter could see everything, so he noticed. “It even has tiny embroidery.” Hunter used his finger to brush across Omega’s small figure to feel the tiny stitches. “It’s like it was made just for you, Omega,” Hunter could sense Echo hiding something as he looked away from them. Omega didn’t notice, but Hunter could swear he saw Echo’s blush deepen. Almost like… he made that dress himself.
#tbb echo#tbb omega#sw#gt#g\t#the bad batch#sfw g/t#g/t community#giant tiny#g/t fluff#tiny!omeg#tiny omega#star wars gt#star wars g/t
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Finally got around to finalizing my Old Sonic & Co designs lol. also some notes
#myart#sonic the hedgehog#miles tails prower#amy rose#shadow the hedgehog#knuckles the echidna#rouge the bat#e 123 omega#this is not shadails but it is not NOT shadails#also idk why sonic ended up so small looking lol#like. i wanted him short but he looks a bit tiny. whatever
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history repeats itself 😂
#the bad batch#star wars the bad batch#tbb season 2#sergeant hunter#hunter tbb#tbb hunter#omega tbb#tbb omega#tech tbb#tbb tech#this is all I've been thinking about all day I'm sorry LOL#the funniest thing is that both of these instances also involved Tech#I swear Hunter gets more irritated with Tech than any of the others#XDXDXD#my dark and broody bandana man#my tiny sunshine daughter#Goggles™️#star warz#tbb spoilers
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Alpha is done with Terzomega, but he's not much better. Featuring, well, obviously, sickeningly in love Terzomega and one interesting situationship between the second Emeritus brother & our dealy beloved asshole of a fire ghoul (affectionate).
Terzo and Omega are being painfully obvious and Alpha is so, so done. There is no way in hell they're going to fool anyone if they keep glancing at each other that way, looking away precipitately whenever they make eye contact. They are in a goddamn meeting for Lucifer's sake, something about next tour's budget that the two ghouls are only attending to make it look like the Clergy gives a single damn about creatures like them, and here are those two fools, "we just fucked" pratically written on their foreheads. Alpha leans toward Omega until he can hiss exasperatedly directly in his ear.
"Can you be any more obvious ? Stop staring, and stop touching your neck, Satanas."
It would be funny, to see a big ghoul like Omega dip his head down bashfullly the way he does just now, if it didn't bring such a sickeningly soft look in Terzo's eyes, one that even from the corners of his owns Alpha can see. It's sweet. Alpha can feel cavities forming in his mollar. There's not much else he can do though, so he straightens back in his seat, glaring at Terzo in hope of conveying the warning he's too far away to angrily whisper at him.
Except that Terzo doesn't even has the decency to be embarrassed about it ; no, he smirks and raises a smug eyebrow at his fire ghoul, who has to make a concious effort not to accidentally set his seat aflame.
This meeting better be over in less than five minute or someone will get hurt.
The second it is, and they're out of view, Alpha drags Omega and Terzo toward a relatively private hallway by the back of their neck, spitting mad, tail lashing behind him.
"Are you two out of your goddamn minds ?!"
Unfortunately, fueled by Terzo's evident delight at the situation, Omega has recovered from the initial embarrassement, his eyes now crinkled in a way that means he's smiling under his mask. Alpha is going to throttle him.
"Come now, Alpha, you're blowing things out of proportions," Terzo has the galls of chuckling, mischief brightening his features and isn't it Satan's best joke that being a dick is what makes this little asshole happy, because Alpha is equal part boiling with fury and glad to see that painted mouth losing a bit of its usual frown.
He's still pissed though.
"Blowing- you were making bedroom eyes at eachother from across the table ! Do you have any idea how incriminating it is, not to mention absolutely fucking disgusting ?"
Omega shrugs elegantly, the wide plane of his shoulders raising easily.
"You're the only one that finds happiness disgusting, Al"
There's a chuckle trapped in the quint's voice, which does not help Alpha's temper. He stares at those two idiots, Terzo nonchalently leaning back into Omega's chest, humming in approval as the quint's hands work on tense muscles at the back of his neck. They are effortlessly domestic like this, relaxed and so, so easy to figure out. Alpha chucks his mask off just so he can bury his face in his hands and very nearly scream.
"One, seeing you being all lovey-dovey makes me want to throw up, the less I know about you two, the better, and two, if I can see it, everyone else can. You could get into so much trouble, you know that ?"
Omega's deep chuckle does not help at all. How can they be so careless ? How can they swat the risks like flies, knowing damn well how ruthless consequences can be here ? But then Terzo's face settles into something more serious, as he reaches out to straighten Alpha's grucifix, fix his collar and redo the buttons that popped open with gentle care.
"It's alright, dear. We are aware of our situation, but stopping ourselves from living because of it is out of the question. With acceptance comes a lot of freedom."
If Alpha is stubborn, Terzo is much worse, contrarily to popular belief, there is no way the fire ghoul will make him change his mind. Even less so when Omega joins in, voice calm and steady.
"You have to trust our judgement, or at least respect it, firefly. We made a choice. We'll stick to it, come what may."
Mourning the fact that he doesn't even has Ifrit's sad puppy dog eyes as a last resort to try and please convince them to be more careful, Alpha let out a long-suffering sigh.
"Alright. But I swear to everything that's unholy, if I walk in on you two, or if i hear anything coming from one of your rooms, I'm burning your beds down."
Terzo's smile is back tenfold, radiating the same smug energy as earlier.
"Of course, dear. We'll try our best."
He's wearing that "I know something you don't know" face, Alpha realizes. He narrows his eyes at the Papa.
"What ?"
It's Omega who answers though, no doubt grinning from ear to ear.
"By the way, Secondo's walls aren't as thick as you seem to think, mutt."
The echo of the second Emeritus brother's voice curling around the word in that half condescending, half appreciative tone bounces in Alpha's mind, sending a embarrassed flush to color his cheeks. It's almost immediately overruled by anger, as he bares his teeth in a dangerous snarl.
"Breath a word of this to annyone, and i'll dissect you two alive, understood ?"
Terzo only laughs, going up on his tiptoes to press a kiss on Alpha's forehead, like he always does when he teased him enough and wants to appease the fire ghoul.
"Of course, dear, of course, though I'm sure i'd still look fantastic on the slab."
Omega nods at Alpha, crossing himself backward still with that fucking glint in his eyes, before ducking down to press the sealed mouth of his mask against the crown of Terzo's head.
"You would. I can't think of any situation you wouldn't be beautiful."
Now they're just taking the piss, aren't they. Alpha is frowning so bad his face is starting to ache. Terzo seems aware, if his shit-eating grin is anything to go by.
"You flatter me, my love."
With a fake gagging noise, Alpha shoves them away.
"I assure you you wouldn't look that great in a tomb, so you two better piss off before I start digging."
Of fucking course Terzo and Omega saunter away giggling, pinkies entertwined. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Alpha is about to turn back on his heels when his phone pings. He digs it out of his pocket, frowning at the cracked screen. The message is curt, abrupt, so typical of the impatient, technology adverse man it comes from.
My room in fifteen minutes.
Of course, Alpha doesn't have to. If he doesn't show up, Secondo wil just find something else to occupy himself, or maybe jack off on his own if he really is that horny. Despite the tone of the text, Alpha is aware it's more an invitation than an order. But, well. It's not like the fire ghoul has anything more interesting to do...despite the heavy sigh he let out at his own predictability, he slinks off toward Secondo's room with a slight waving of tail. He's careful to use as much secret passages as he can, because Satan forbid he runs into Omega and Terzo again and give them even more amunition.
As he reaches the door to Secondo's room, he feels far too much like a hypocrite, at least until he shakes his head to clear it.
Whatever. At least he has the decency not to make this a public shitshow.
And if Secondo's sharp gaze thrown Alpha's way above the rim of his reading glasses makes the fire ghoul's stomach swoop strangely pleasantly, well. It's a secret he'll take to his grave.
#tee-hee#look all of them are important to me#terzomega is probably one of my biggest comfort ship#but also can we hear some cheers for alpha and terzo's relationship ?#i just think this tiny-ass man going up on his tiptoes to kiss alpha's forehead is cute#give me platonic kisses i just love that shit#also alpha being so concerned for omega and terzo's well being dshkdhshsh give me overprotective alpha i swear i can be trusted with him#and alpha and secondo#oh oh i love their complicated situationship#i'm a alpha/secondo truther and will be until i die#it's just too interesting a dynamic for me to pass up#anyway#alpha ghoul#omega ghoul#terzo#papa emeritus iii#terzomega#secondo#papa emeritus ii#nameless ghouls#the band ghost
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