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Rip guys

i do write for attention, actually, because that's a normal reason to create art

I actually miss them so much 😢

Started out with a study and it just derailed from there.

tested positive for wanting to be drowned in kisses and affection

Me: *feels sick at work even after being careful not to eat too much for dinner*

Me: I'm gonna kill m- *remembers I have a polycule that loves me unconditionally*

Me: Billionaires.

Musy May Day 8: Subtle Affection

Pairing: Terzo/Omega

Characters: Terzo, Omega, Sister Imperator

Tags: Fluff, they hide it tho, Sister is a bitch in this, uh, holding hands

Word Count: 372

Summary: Mushy May Day 8: Subtle affection

Back in era 3, when Sister Imperator was trying to tear Terzo and Omega apart.

Fic below the cut or in ao3

@forlorn-crows

Terzo was sitting in his office, waiting for Sister Imperator to finally finish talking to him about how he should be more professional on stage and with his ghouls. Those whom Sister referred to as “lowly creatures who are expendable,” unimportant even.

Terzo hated her view of his ghouls, his companions, and how she only let him around them when there was work to do. He wanted to spend more time with them, they were his friends, well, Omega was a bit more than that, but still, he wanted to be able to not have to sneak around to see them all.

Sister seemed to finally get sick of telling him off for the same thing for what would be now the fifth time that week, and left Terzo’s office. Then, Omega walked in from behind a fake door that was in the room. Terzo had found it and made himself a room for him and Omega in there.

“She’s finally gone, amore…” Said Terzo as Omega walked up to where he was and sat on the chair at the opposite end of the table with him, they always did this so that they could pretend to be talking about the band if someone came in.

Omega reached out through the table and took Terzo’s hand in his. “One day.” He said. That sentence Terzo both longed for and hated to hear, “one day,” he replied. One day Terzo would retire, they would be able to leave the ministry and live together somewhere else, spend the rest of their days together, and not worry about Sister’s expectations or sneaking around.

That afternoon, while they walked to practice, their pinkies were intertwined, it was subtle, no one ever thought to look at their hands while passing them through the hallways, but it was their thing, their small rebellion against Sister.

During practice they always stuck together, never too far away from each other, and the other ghouls didn’t mind, knowing that it was one of the few moments where they could actually be together.

And like that, that night, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, hidden away in their secret room, hoping that one day, they would actually have this without fear.