I find the ship Terzo x Omega x Alpha funny because this is how I imagined their dynamic without knowing how the rest of the fanbase portrays them and I'm glad so many people agree on the fact that this is them
I creatively named the file for this "bandmates who are about to have sex"
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Terzo loves all his ghouls, no matter what others think of them.
Mist and her carnivorous tendencies. Blood dripping down from her mouth and the flesh of an intruder under her nails, second guessing her actions after the sister of sin that she had saved ran off screaming in terror at the sight of the ghoulette.
âI am dangerous.â
Terzo cups her face, unflinching at the red that now stains his hands as well.
âYou are my first summon, my closest friend. I will look at you with nothing but adoration. You are a hero here. I love you, no matter how you protect us.â
Zephyr and his pain. There are days when it is too hard to stand even with a cane, days when he can barely crawl out of bed. His powers are impacted by his condition, and sometimes he feels useless.
âI am defective.â
Terzo sits by his side, offering to massage his knees- to serve a ghoul, something no other Papa has done.
âThere are days when I can barely leave my room, too. You are not broken. You are just as important as every other ghoul here. I love you, no matter how you are feeling.â
Ifrit and his unpredictability. One minute, he can be smiling, and the next burning with rage. He worries he is too emotional for others to handle. He ignites so easily.
âI am a hazard.â
Terzo shakes his head, stamping out another small fire caused by the overly excited ghoul.
âYou feel deeply, that is all. So do I. There is nothing wrong with feeling. You have heart and passion, such strong ones at that. I love you, no matter how you express yourself.â
Pebble and his stature, something he was often picked on for in The Pit. Heâs not as visibly intimidating, not as commanding as the other ghouls. He worries no one will take him seriously.
âI am not enough.â
Terzo smirks, giving his arm a playful nudge.
âYou are just as ferocious as any other ghoul. You are a leader, someone who can command attention. What you look like does not determine your worth. I love you, even if you donât feel worthy of your position.â
Alpha and his stoicism. Heâs afraid of letting people in, worried that if he shows his affection, they will be taken from him in one way or another. He holds his true thoughts and feelings back so much, making him cold.
âI am afraid to say how I truly feel.â
Terzo softly takes his hand, pausing for a moment before speaking.
âYou do not have to say what you are feeling, you already show it through your actions. I know just how strongly you love, how much you truly care. Just because you have not said it, does not mean it can not be understood. I love you, and I will wait as long as it takes until you can say it back.â
Omega and his fears. He worries about anything and everything. He worries that, because of his nature, he will somehow harm those he loves. He draws away, afraid to even touch.
âI will hurt you.â
Terzo rests his hand against the ghoulâs arm, watching as he slowly relaxes under the contact. He kisses his face softly, brushing his thumb lightly against his lips, just enough to expose fangs.
âI have never once believed that. I am not afraid of you. I know who you are, what you are. You are the most gentle lover I have ever had, and the most handsome creature I have ever seen. I love you. I love you. I love you.â
Chapter Summary: Terzo's first full day at home isn't going great, and his summer is off to a rocky start.
Chapter Notes: Warnings for this chapter include mentions of/implications of racism towards the Ghouls (this will be a theme in the entire story) as well as some mentions of/implications of vomiting. I have emetophobia and I project that onto Terzo, though, so it's not very obvious.
A/N: Chain prefers to be referred to only as a proper noun in my HC (meaning using only Chain's name) but when necessary, Chain's pronouns are it/its. I point this out here just to say that the use of it/its pronouns for Chain isn't part of the fantasy racism towards Ghoul's, that's just Chain's personal preference in my headcanon <3
Chapter Four: Heâs The Shining and The Light
The Abbey is already in chaos when Terzo wakes. Itâs just past dawn and it isnât a natural waking, as much as he would like it to be, given the hours of travel heâd had just barely a day before. Instead, its banging at his door that wakes him. He groans and wakes slowly at first, until the door bangs open. Terzo sits up swiftly at that, clutching his blankets to his chest. He calms when he notices the Ghoul at the door, a pleased smile gracing his lips as he lets the blanket drop, exposing his chest in what he hopes is a seductive way.
âAlpha, how can I help you?â
âThey found a dead body.â
Terzo blanches, his brain catching and stuttering on the sentence like a scratched record.
âA-- what?â Terzo asks, staring up at the big Ghoul. Alpha is taller than Omega, though dressed the same. His hair is short and spiky, and what Terzo has seen of his skin is covered in discolored patches, some areas lighter gray than others. Heâs handsome, his tall stature and muscles making him a commanding presence, and right now he is entirely alarmed. His shoulders are tight, his posture held like a snake ready to strike or, perhaps more accurately, an elk ready to bolt.
âA dead body,â Alpha says again. His voice sounds impatient, but his posture is relaxing bit by bit with every second he spends in Terzoâs room. âYouâre being called for.â
âMe?â Alpha nods tersely in response to the question and Terzo takes it as the sign it is. He gets up and dresses in record time, not even bothering to check if Alpha was watching as he stripped and changed his boxers or pulled his binder over his head. When he finally has his teeth brushed, hair styled (half-heartedly), and shoes laced and on, he indicates for Alpha to lead the way.
He thinks, at first, that Alpha is taking him to the morgue that he knows they have in the basement of the Abbey. Itâs where they keep bodies - generally those who died of natural causes - to prepare them for funerals. Itâs a horrible, cold room filled with gleaming silver cadaver drawers and sharp instruments and an overwhelming smell of chemicals that Terzo has come to associate with death more than the smell of a rotting body. Heâs been in that room exactly once in real life, but it makes an appearance in his dreams almost nightly.
He was relieved for a moment when Alpha didnât lead him to the basement stairs, almost letting himself smile at the relief. Any other situation that had the two of them walking together like this, Terzo would have been elated. He would have used the opportunity to flirt, brush his hand against Alphaâs or the Ghoulâs arms or waist or shoulders in an attempt. Alpha would have tolerated it as he always did, walking closer to Terzo to make the âaccidentalâ touches easier, loosening his posture so the shorter human could reach his shoulders easier. But every step forward brings a higher and higher ringing in Terzoâs ears and for once, he canât even conceive of flirting.
âAlphaâŠâ he doesnât finish whatever he was going to say and even just the Ghoulâs name is hard to get out. He knows the path theyâre walking, heâs walked it since he was young, since the day after Marikaâs wedding when he and Secondo went to visit her new home. He knows this path and every step further down it makes him feel sick.
He thinks of being twelve, then. Of waking up from a nightmare and wandering into his eldest brotherâs bed for comfort. Nihil had smelled like alcohol as he pulled Terzo close, but Terzo hadnât minded. He had pressed his nose hard into Nihilâs chest, focusing instead on the smell of expensive cologne and laundry detergent that had always been what he associated with his oldest brother. Nihil had spoken, then. His words slurred and fingers clumsy as he ran them through the black hair that he and Terzo shared. He spoke of a father that Terzo didnât know, didnât even have photos of. He spoke of a nebulous eldest brother that Terzo had never heard of before, of a pretty sister in law and a nephew the same age as Terzo himself.
And then he spoke of fire.
He spoke of heat, burning and all-consuming. He spoke of fear, of people screaming and crying and begging. He spoke of grief, of loss. Not just of their parents but of everything they had ever known. He hadnât noticed when Terzo started crying again, when the things he spoke of had only led to tears. Terzo had tried to stay quiet, gasping softly as he cried, and Nihil hadnât noticed, simply holding him tighter, playing with his hair the same way he would on a normal day. Terzo swore he could hear a baby crying through the walls, but Nihil never mentioned it.
âAlpha,â Terzo says again, pushing past memories and forcing himself to focus on whatâs going on. The Ghoul stops in his tracks and Terzo distantly thinks that he must have sounded even more miserable than he thought he did.
âYour Unholiness?â Alpha is overly formal now because theyâre in public. Thereâs none of the feigned annoyance in his voice that he usually points towards the human. More than that, thereâs concern.
âItâs not her,â Alpha says, his voice painfully soft. His hands are clenched at his side and not for the first time, Terzo wishes it wasnât forbidden for Ghouls and humans to intentionally touch. He can play off his flirtatious touching as accidents if anyone saw them, but what he wants right now is for Alpha to touch him properly, to grab his shoulders and pull him close, to wipe the tears off his cheeks and out of his eyes. Alpha does none of that, though. He wonât risk the punishment of being caught touching a human, much less an Emeritus, and even if he was willing to, for all their friendship, Terzo surely wouldnât be the one that Alpha would risk it for.
âTerzo, listen.â His name coming from Alpha is enough that he focuses. Any other situation and heâd be delighted hearing it. âIt isnât her. Your sister is safe, I promise. I promise, okay?â
âOkay,â Terzo responds, nodding shortly. Alpha nods in return and straightens his clothing, waiting for Terzo to wipe the tears from his face before they continue walking. Terzo lags behind now, walking just a foot or two behind Alpha, watching. There are marks in the shape of his claws pressed into his palms.
The rest of the walk is calm and by the time they reach Marikaâs cottage, Terzo has composed himself as much as he can. He almost, almost breaks when he walks into the living room of the cottage behind Alpha and Copia is nowhere to be found.
âCopia?â His voice sounds small even to himself, especially as Marika launches herself at him and hugs him close. Heâs shorter than her, he always has been, and she curls around him like she does her ward. Sheâs sobbing and the fear that Terzo feels in his chest is painful and overwhelming. He looks over Marikaâs shoulder, meeting Secondoâs eyes. Secondo is sitting on the couch, speaking in a low voice to Psaltarian. He looks over at Terzo, feeling when his brotherâs gaze is on him, and shakes his head minutely. Terzo keeps holding Marika tight, turning his gaze to Primo and Nihil next, who are speaking in equally quiet voices, the Ghoul at Primoâs side shifting anxiously and playing with the chain wrapped around its waist.
Nobody is answering his question.
âWhereâs Copia?â Terzo repeats louder, rubbing Marikaâs back as she sobs into his shoulder. When his brothers still donât answer him, he looks to Alpha. Alpha looks to Chain, Primoâs personal Ghoul, and does something to get its attention. Chain nods and tugs on Primoâs sleeve just slightly. Primo nods in return and raises a hand that stops every conversation in the room. Even Marika releases him at the silence, stepping back. She keeps an arm around Terzoâs shoulder, though, and he keeps one around her waist, letting her lean on him.
âThe child is in his room,â Nihil says eventually. Nihil has never liked Copia, for reasons that none of them are really aware of. Maybe itâs the fact that his eyes could point to a deeper familial connection than expected or maybe itâs just that Nihil has never been great with children. Terzo doesnât know either way.
âAnd heâs--?â Alive is how Terzo wants to finish that, but he worries about how Marika will react.
âHe found the body,â Secondo jumps in to explain now.
âHe was covered in blood,â Marika says, her voice small and haunted.
âWe believe he witnessed the murder,â Psaltarian continues. And that explains all the chaos. If it was just a Sibling of Sin dropping dead of natural causes, nobody would panic like this. For it to be a murder, it makes sense. âBut he wonât talk to anyone. Heâs completely in shock.â
Copia is family, yes, but this much attention from the sitting head family of the Ministry isnât because of that. Copia may be Marikaâs ward, but none of them have ever been close to him, nor does he refer to any of them but Marika and Psaltarian as aunt or uncle. This much attention surely doesnât come from any familial care, which means thereâs much more to this story than he thought.
âThis isnât the first body weâve found is it?â Terzo asks, leaning equally against Marika as she is to him.
âNot in the slightest,â Secondo sighs, standing and brushing imaginary dust off his ridiculously nice suit. âWeâve found several, in fact. Iâve been investigating them for months.â
So that is what Secondo had been doing. All the times heâd complained of work being stressful in their phone calls since winter break, all the times heâd been too tired to actually talk and had just listened to Terzo speak. All of it was because of this? And nobody told him?
âWhy didnât you tell me? I could have--â
âCould have what? Come home from school early? Been just another sitting duck, not contributing anything?â Primoâs voice wasnât unkind as he interrupted, and he made his way across the room with Chainâs help until he could grasp Terzoâs shoulder.
âThere was nothing you could have done,â Primo continues, squeezing Terzoâs shoulder in a way that was clearly meant to be comforting.
âWhat am I doing here now, then?â Terzo asks, looking around the room. If the investigation - apparently led by Secondo - had been going on for this long without his knowledge, surely it would be fine to continue that way?
âLike Salty said-â Psaltarian glared at Secondo at the name. â-Copia wonât talk to anyone. Youâve always been a bit better with him than the rest of us, I was hoping youâd be willing to give it a try.â
âWhat would I even ask him?â Terzo looks over at Alpha then, hoping for some kind of reassurance that heâs not crazy for thinking this is insane, but the Ghoul gives no indication of a reaction.
âJust about what he saw,â Secondo explains, following Primo and Marikaâs lead in approaching their youngest brother. âIâll be there the entire time, fratello, and Iâll write everything down. You donât even have to remember anything he says.â
âOkay,â Terzo agrees, feeling like he has no real other choice. And, to be fair, he doesnât. Not in his mind at least. People are dying and if Copia saw the person who did it and isnât telling anyone, then even the chance that Terzo could get him to would be immensely helpful to stop anyone else from losing their lives. Terzo looked around the room person to person for a second.
âBut Alpha comes with.â Secondo sighed at the demand but nodded, gesturing them all towards Copiaâs bedroom down the hallway.
Terzo had never been overly close with Copia. After all, the boy was twelve years younger than him, and they only really spoke when it would be rude not to. But Terzo had helped with his schoolwork in the past, when Copia was younger and would struggle with languages or history, and the one that had always ensured they got along was a love for small animals. Though Terzoâs fascination lay largely with birds - he even had a pet cardinal, sitting in a cage in his room. Heâd have to remember to give him extra treats today for interrupting their morning routine - and Copiaâs with rats, they still got along quite well. Copiaâs room was set up largely the same as the last time Terzo had seen it. It needed to be cleaned, of course, but he was a teenaged boy, so Terzo wasnât surprised. He was actually surprised at how few clothes were laying on the floor, most of them seemingly neatly folded and hanging. His bed was made, stacks of books on the floor and nightstand next to it. He had his own TV in one corner, a video game console attached to it. Much of the room had a large rat cage filled with various toys. It had two areas on Copiaâs dresser and desk respectively, one holding seemingly a bedding and play area, and the other food bowls and such, connected by tubes attached to the wall.
âYouâve gotten more since last I saw you,â Terzo says, peeking into the cage as he enters the room. There are five sleeping clumped together in the cage from what Terzo can tell, and a sixth is cradled in Copiaâs hands, making small squeaking noises as he stares at it. Copia is sitting on the center of his bed, legs folded underneath him. He doesnât even react to Terzoâs entry, not looking at him at all as Terzo crosses the room and sits on the bed in front of him. Secondo receives a similar lack of acknowledgement, taking a seat in Copiaâs desk chair, notebook out. Copia only reacts when Alpha enters the room. Itâs small, barely noticeable if Terzo hadnât been carefully watching the boy for any change. Copiaâs attention snaps to Alpha as soon as he enters the room, his eyes widening and his breathing picking up speed.
âCopia?â Terzo asks. Copiaâs eyes are locked onto Alpha, though, and it takes the rat heâs cradling less than a second to jump from his hands to his shoulder, nuzzling against his throat in a way that is clearly meant to be comforting. Alpha looks first to Secondo and then to Terzo for what to do, clearly unsure what to make of Copiaâs reaction to his presence.
âCopia, youâre okay, youâre safe here,â Terzo says, shifting a bit closer to the boy. Copia is still staring at Alpha, though; heâs still staring like heâs terrified. His breathing is getting faster and faster and Alpha steps forward like he wants to comfort the boy, but it does the exact opposite. Copia screams before anyone else can react, scrambling back on the bed. Alpha stares in shock, stumbling back slightly. Terzo lunged forward as Copia began to claw at his face, eyes wide with terror. Terzo grabs Copiaâs hands, pulling them away from the boyâs face and then holding Copiaâs head close to his chest as the teenager starts to cry.
âShh, shh, youâre okay,â Terzo comforts, holding Copiaâs head to his chest and running his fingers through the boyâs hair. He hears in the background Secondo shoving Alpha out of the room, shouting at him and demanding to know why he would take a step forward when Copia was so clearly terrified. Copia continues sobbing, his hands fisted in Terzoâs shirt.
âSweetheart,â Terzo says, keeping his voice soft and gentle, not wanting to startle the poor boy even more. âSweetheart, I need you to tell me what you saw last night, okay?â Copia nodded against Terzoâs collarbone and began speaking.
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Terzo felt like he could still taste the bile in his throat and heâd brushed his teeth five times. Heâd have to apologize to Marika for using so much of her toothpaste, but he couldnât stand the phantom taste of blood in his mouth and, after that was gone, he couldnât stand the taste of his own vomit. Heâd gotten through Copiaâs story without anything more than a few uncomfortable noises, determined to not scare the boy. Heâd even gotten through the whole retelling to Secondo in front of everyone without anything. It was only after heâd told the story all over again, every detail Copia had shared committed to his own memory, and he had sat down to try and calm down that heâd been overcome with the urge to vomit. Marika hadnât been any better off. Sheâd started sobbing into her husbandâs shoulder as soon as Terzo had started speaking, his voice flat and inflectionless because if he spoke like that it made him feel less and less connected to the little boy whoâs story he was telling.
âYour Unholiness?â Terzo wiped his mouth with a towel desperately before turning to Alpha, trying his best not to seem too shaken up by everything. It had taken hours to get the story from Copia after heâd been terrified of Alpha and only minutes for Terzo to recite it to the others. It was still early in the morning, barely past eight. The rest of the Abbey was sure to be waking up by now if they werenât up already, beginning their duties for the day. Terzo already felt exhausted, like heâd been running a marathon since the sun had risen.
âAlpha, hello,â Terzo replies, trying for a smile. He wishes he could see Alphaâs expression to know if he succeeded or not.
âHas Secondo left yet?â
âYes, your Unholiness, he left soon after you excused yourself.â Alphaâs language is overly polite, either because he feels awkward or because heâs polite enough not to increase Terzoâs shame at getting sick.
âCan I-- May I escort you back to the Abbey?â Alpha continues, his hands curling and uncurling into fists.
âYes, of course.â Terzo waits for Alpha to move before stepping out of the bathroom. He has half a mind to say goodbye to Marika, but when he walks past Copiaâs bedroom, he sees both her and Psaltarian curled around their young ward, the three of them asleep. With how exhausted theyâd looked earlier, Terzo wouldnât be shocked if it was the first theyâd slept since the night before. He decided not to wake them and that heâd simply visit tomorrow to check on Marika and Copia.
âMy other brothers?â
âGone as well, your Unholiness,â Alpha answers, half a step behind Terzo as they exit the cottage. Terzo nods. He wants to say more, to talk to Alpha. To ask why he did step forward when Copia seemed so scared, to know what he and Secondo talked about while Terzo was listening to a teenagerâs greatest trauma. He stays silent, though. Heâs not sure how to ask anything, how to learn what he wants to know. They walk slowly and Terzo is glad for it, because heâs a little nervous that any too fast moment will make his stomach rebel again.
âSecondo thinks it was a Ghoul,â Alpha says randomly. Terzo stops in his tracks, looking at the Ghoul. Theyâre halfway between the cottage and the Abbey, away from anyone else in the world, thatâs the only reason that Alpha is using Secondoâs name, Terzo knows that.
âWell, couldnât it be?â Terzo responds, looking up at the Ghoul hesitantly. âCopia said that the attacker-- that he--â Terzo has to pause, slamming a hand over his mouth and doubling over while his stomach rolls. Alpha lurches forward, hands hovering over Terzoâs back, close enough that Terzo can just barely feel the heat radiating from the fire Ghoulâs hands where they hover, inches away from him.
âYour Unholiness?â Alphaâs alarm is strong in his voice, thick enough to cut with a knife. Terzo doesnât want to say it, doesnât want to have to repeat it again. It feels wrong. Heâs twenty-six years old, heâs a grown adult. For all intents and purposes he should be able to speak about this. If Copia has to live with it in his head forever, Terzo can deal with having to say it over and over and over again.
âWhy do you think it was a Ghoul?â Alpha asks. Thereâs more to the question, Terzo knows there is. Secondo said that things have been tense between the humans and the Ghouls, and thereâs something in this question that he canât voice. Itâs said in the same tone that Secondo asks shopkeepers why theyâre being followed around the shops, the same tone that Marika and Psaltarian use when asking why people are staring at them out in public.
âBecause of what Copia said,â Terzo replies, feeling sure in his answer. Copia said the attacker was tall, much taller than himself and the victim. He said that the attacker ate her, that he ripped into her with only his teeth. Alpha hums, seemingly thinking for a moment.
âIâll head back first, then, your Unholiness.â Is all the Ghoul eventually says. Alpha turns on his heel and walks off, faster than Terzo could catch up with even if he wasnât stuck standing in shock in place.
He wants to call out to Alpha, to explain that he, of all people, has a reason to be scared of Ghouls. That he knows how brutal they can be, how dangerous. That he also knows that not every Ghoul is like that, that this one person doesnât speak for an entire species. But he stays silent, watching Alphaâs retreating back.
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Alpha: I canât be with Omega because heâs with Terzo, and I canât be with Terzo because heâs with Omega. Theyâre so in love with each other I could never even imagine breaking them apart. My best friends, how could I harbor such horrible resentment for their love? If only I could swap places with either of them, maybe then Iâd be happy in this loveless, cold existence. They probably hate me.
Terzo and Omega: Hey man do you wanna come over and fuck the both of us?