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daydreaming-en-pointe · 7 months

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the swan and her princess (part 2)

summary: Swan Lake isn’t all beauty and grace, contrary to popular belief. And you experience firsthand that as you wage a one-sided war with your “rival” for the role of Odette.

chapter summary: A pleasant surprise turns out to be possibly not so pleasant after all.

pairing: Gwen Stacy (Spider-Woman) x fem!Ballerina!Reader [aka some sort of a messy Ballet!AU]

word count: 2695

warnings: cussing, ballet terms, creative liberties taken since I’ve never been to Lincoln Center and the research I’ve done may or may not be fully accurate

a/n: :D got a little carried away with this one whoops doing this is much harder than i expected this au is taking up my entire brain pls help

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 (pending)

glossary:

Barre: A handrail used by ballet dancers to maintain balance while exercising. One hand is placed on the barre at all times, and the dancer stands beside it.

Kitri: The feisty and wilful heroine of the ballet Don Quixote. When her father Lorenzo tries to marry her off for money, she doesn’t play the victim, but hatches a plan to marry Basilio, the charming barber who has won her heart, and pursue her own version of happiness. As a dancer’s role, Kitri is athletic and demanding. Kitri wears striking red costumes (look them up, they’re really beautiful) and gestures expressively with a fan in a nod to her Spanish heritage.

Don Quixote: Don Quixote is a ballet in three acts, based on episodes taken from the famous novel Don Quixote de la Mancha by Miguel de Cervantes.

Kurta: A loose collarless shirt/dress of a type worn by people in South Asia, usually with a salwar, churidars, or pyjama.

Dupatta: A length of material arranged in two folds over the chest and thrown back around the shoulders, typically with a salwar kameez. Usually worn by women from South Asia.

Right after you set foot in the studio and dropped your bag in the corner, you made a beeline for the cacophonous, eagerly buzzing crowd that had formed around the cast list.

You saw a familiar duffel bag and raised your eyebrows slightly. Surprisingly, Gwen had showed up on time. Miracles really did exist.

Murmurs of disappointment and cheers of satisfaction rippled through the dancers in the room as they dispersed one by one, either wearing an expression of genuine excitement or a mask of disguised regret that they hadn’t tried harder or trained longer.

You pushed your way to the front, your eyes immediately darting to the name next to Odette. Your heart sank as you traced over the curly loops and sharper lines of the handwritten letters.

White Swan/Princess Odette : Patricia Roberts.

Pat…?

Sure, she was good, but she was always a little bit too fast for the pieces. She was brilliant at lightning-quick steps in speedy variations, but couldn’t ‘dance like a flowy fairy’, as your ballet teacher said, to save her life.

And the White Swan was all about being slow and sad and graceful.

Your eyes travelled further down the list, going through the roles of Odile, the cygnets, the general swans, and the royals. Each time, you were disappointed. By the time you reached the end of the list, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit anxious. Your name just… wasn’t there.

You were a part of this, right?

The entire class was taking part in this production. It wouldn’t make any sense for you to not be there. Even if it was just as a regular background swan.

“Can’t find your name either, huh?”

You hadn’t noticed that everyone else had broken off into excitedly chattering groups to start warming up and take their places at the barre, leaving only you and Gwen standing and craning your necks up at the piece of paper that seemed to decide your fate in the studio for the next few months.

You shook your head no, earning a sigh from Gwen that lasted longer than it probably should have.

“Well, we could ask Miss Walker, but she’s not here yet. So…” She shifted awkwardly beside you. You tried to observe her from your peripheral vision without being too obvious. She sounded… tired. Exhausted, really, like she hadn’t slept in a few days and then had to run a marathon around the city. She had done a pretty shoddy job of concealing the heavy dark circles under her eyes — which truly was saying something, because her makeup was usually immaculate.

Fuck. You couldn’t believe it, but for a moment you almost felt sorry for her. Well, maybe not just almost.

“Hey, uh… you good?” You winced at your attempt at a nonchalant tone. Gwen turned to look at you like you had sprouted a third head, slight confusion reflecting in her eyes.

You had never noticed them before, but she had nice eyes, honestly. The expressive kind that could show every little shift in her emotions if she didn’t hide it. And right now she looked like she was about to grin or crack a joke, so you fixed a scowl on your face to ward off any amusing thing she might have been gearing up to say.

The smile in her eyes faded.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Time to poke the bee’s nest. “You don’t sound—”

You were cut off as the studio doors flew open, and Miss Walker, looking extremely hassled, practically sprinted in. Random strands of hair poked out of her unusually-untidy bun, and her glasses were perched precariously on the tip of her nose. She held her phone in one hand and a clipboard in the other.

“Class, pointes on and everyone to the barre right now, please! Finish your second warmup, I’ll be right with you. Gwendolyn, Y/N, may I have a word with the two of you?”

We’re in trouble, mouthed Gwen with a comically scared, wide-eyed, completely exaggerated expression that was very childish and definitely should not have made you want to laugh. You bit the inside of your cheek to clamp down on your smile.

Your ballet teacher led you both over to a corner of the studio, adjusting her glasses right as they were about to fall off. “Okay, so I have some very good news for both of you. You might have noticed that your names weren’t on the final cast list at all, correct?”

You both nodded.

“As it turns out, you’ve been selected by the School of American Ballet to feature in New York City Ballet’s version of Swan Lake! And not selected for just any role — you girls are playing both Swans!”

The words took a few seconds to register in your mind. The sheer improbability of it all was phenomenal — two mere teenagers chosen to perform by the most prestigious ballet company in the world, to dance alongside some of the best professional ballerinas-in-the-making? This was a dream come true; was any of this real?

“You’re joking,” you heard Gwen say beside you. You felt like you were about to lift off and float all the way to the sky when your teacher just gave a broad, proud smile.

Everything after that was surrounded by a hazy glow of euphoric shock — blurred by excitement and lightheadedness and disbelief. You might’ve blacked out at one point, bracing yourself against the wall while you waited for your vision to clear.

Gwen suddenly narrowed her eyes in a wince, squinting as if she had a headache. “I’m so sorry, I have to go,” She mumbled hastily, before grabbing her bag and slipping out of the studio. And just like that, she was gone. Again.

You and Miss Walker exchanged a look of slight confusion, but she shrugged. “Well, you’re dismissed for today, Y/N. They’re expecting you tomorrow. You know where the company is, right?”

“Yes, miss.” Of course you did, which ballerina didn’t? Of all the best aspiring ballet dancers’ dream companies, New York City Ballet was right up there with The Royal Ballet in London, Paris Opera Ballet in France, and the Australian Ballet in Melbourne. In other words: this was a giant fucking deal and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

You’d have to be beyond idiotic to blow it off.

You arrived at Lincoln Center (which housed the New York City Ballet), fresh-faced and a few minutes early. Well, maybe not so fresh-faced, since you could barely sleep because of nerves. Throughout the night, what felt like a million thoughts that were all variations of what if I’m not good enough? and maybe I’m not cut out for this plagued you well into the early hours of the morning.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to see Gwen, looking annoyingly (and most probably effortlessly) put-together and honestly quite fashionable. Did she have to have such perfect eyeliner? Even her hair tips seemed pinker than usual.

“Wow, you’re early for once,” You tried to load snark into your tone but failed miserably, earning you an insufferably relaxed chuckle from Gwen.

You shook your head and focused on trying to find the ballet company’s actual studio. Lincoln Center was comprised of a complex of buildings in a giant neighbourhood that you had never been in before, and the David H. Koch Theater which housed the New York City Ballet was just one of those many buildings spread over 16.3 acres.

You were lucky you two had arrived early, because it took you ten whole minutes trying to find the theater - because, as it turns out, you and Gwen had entered from a separate entrance from the main one. Finally you entered the studio, and for a while the only sounds were that of your shoes squeaking on the shiny wooden floors.

Something that struck you was just how big everything about it was.

The light fixtures that lined the walls cast yellow light all along the hallway, illuminating everything with a soft glow the colour of honeyed amber. Just walking that corridor made you feel like you were approaching a royal ballroom, floating around in a gown that could put Kitri’s costume from Don Quixote to shame.

You finally saw the door to the studio. Someone was waiting outside — a man in an all-black suit with close-cropped black hair and a salt-and-pepper beard. His face broke into a smile as he saw you and Gwen, and without waiting for you to fully make it to the door, he strode forward and clasped your hand.

“Welcome to New York City Ballet! I’m Carlos, the resident choreographer of this company. We’ve been expecting you! Your teacher has informed you of the production we are working on, yes?” He rattled all of this off at full speed in clipped, staccato pronunciations, so fast that it took you a second to register what he was saying.

“Swan Lake, right?” Gwen answered for you.

“Yes, yes. I assume you both know the combinations for both swans?” You nodded maybe a little too eagerly, eliciting a subtle eyebrow-raise from Carlos. “Very good. Come, I will introduce you to Shaoni. She is our support staff, and a former ballet mistress. She taught many young dancers who went on to become famous prima ballerinas. Don’t take her words too seriously; her bark is worse than her bite.”

He gave you a sympathetic smile and pushed open the double doors. Immediately the first thing you saw was a woman wearing a blue kurta with a gold-trimmed dupatta, her dark hair pinned into a bun at the nape of her neck. The thing that stood out most about her was her highly displeased scowl that had her looking like someone had insulted her entire bloodline three times over, spat in her face and then wrecked her favourite tutu.

Forget a simple resting bitch face, this was a prime, next-level display of an I’m-done-with-this-shit-and-I-need-a-vacation expression.

“Good morning, girls. My name is Shaoni Lahiri, you will address me as Miss Lahiri. You’re a bit early; please begin your warmup while we wait for the others. Also, our artistic director wanted to talk to you about your first day, so once he arrives meet him in his office.” Miss Lahiri had just finished her introductory monologue when her phone buzzed in her pocket with a notification.

Her eyes swiped over the lockscreen for a brief second before she tucked it away again, and you could’ve sworn you saw her roll her eyes slightly when she saw the name of the messager. “Mr. Osborn will see you now. The door to his office is in the far left corner of the studio. Try not to get lost, will you?” Even her sarcasm sounded effortlessly annoyed beyond relief.

And just like that, she abandoned you and went over to compare choreography notes with Carlos.

You turned and followed her directions, noticing a polished wooden door near the end wall of the studio. “Hey, wait for me!” Gwen had been busy gawking at the studio and, really, you couldn’t quite blame her. It truly was something else compared to the much smaller one you were used to.

You knocked once and pushed open the door once you heard a voice call out, “Come in!”

The moment the door swung open, you were immediately blinded by the brightest white light you had ever seen. The entire office looked like it had been bleached to within an inch of its life; there were no specks of dust to be seen and everything was neatly arranged in cupboards and on shelves.

“Oh, hello there!” Once your eyes had readjusted, you noticed a man with greying red-brown hair in a crisp suit with a green pinstripe jacket, an orange vest, and black pants. He sat with his hands clasped neatly on the lacquered teakwood desk in front of him, wearing a polite smile.

“You must be the new arrivals, yes? Let’s see, what are your names…” He opened a folder that had been pushed to one side of the desk, flicking through pages. “Gwen Stacy and Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yes, that’s us,” You answered quickly, feeling slightly giddy with excitement as the truth sunk in properly. This wasn’t a dream, you had really been selected by the fucking New York City Ballet. You would be working alongside some of the best ballet dancers in the area. Better yet, you had more than a fair chance at dancing Odette. Of course, so did Gwen, but you were obviously the better choice… it wasn’t personal, really, just that she barely attended a full class and therefore should probably dance Odile instead.

“Excellent, excellent. Pleasure to meet you. I’m Norman Osborn, the artistic director of this company.” He stood up and shook your hand. He smiled at Gwen, but instead of smiling back, she just dropped her gaze, inhaling sharply as if she had been stung.

“Something’s not right with him,” She murmured to you the moment Mr. Osborn turned his back to retrieve a folder from his filing cabinet. “I can’t explain it, just… please trust me. I think he’s going to be a threat to us.”

You felt annoyance flare up inside you, white-hot maelstroms of anger expanding by the second. “Please excuse us, Mr. Osborn. Gwen and I need to discuss something.” You tried to sound as inconspicuous and well-mannered as you could. You grabbed Gwen’s shoulder and pulled her through the door, closing it behind you.

“Listen here,” You hissed, letting go of her. “I didn’t make it all this way and train for an extra four hours a day for three years just so you could blow this off. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re some sort of a package deal. So don’t you dare make up stuff and tell me this perfectly polite man is a threat. Is this some sort of scheme? You make me get cold feet, pretend like you’re dropping out, then when you convince me to leave the company you swoop in and snatch up the role of Odette? Is that what you’re playing at?”

Gwen stared at you in utter disbelief, rubbing her shoulder where your grip had tightened just a little too much. “What? No, of course not. I would never—”

“Okay, good. Now let’s get back in there and do whatever the hell he wants us to do, because this is the New York City Ballet and we are not leaving till we’re done with this production, got it?”

For a split second, intense desperation marred her features and she looked like she was about to cry. Then, just as quickly as it had come, all the vulnerability displayed on her face disappeared — but not from her eyes. Her mouth and eyebrows were relaxed, cool, but her eyes shone with a feverish light that made her look a bit manic. Finally she took a deep breath and glared levelly at you.

“Fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Something about her tone would have sent a shiver down your spine if you hadn’t been so pumped up about this whole ordeal. You dismissed it easily, penning it, possibly, as the sullen disappointment of a plotter whose evil scheme hadn’t gone quite according to plan.

You entered the office again, Gwen trailing behind you reluctantly, and gave Mr. Osborn a big smile. “You were saying?”

He passed you and Gwen two sheets of paper and a pen. “Sign this. It’s a contract that officialises your stay at this company for the duration of this production.”

You signed it eagerly. Gwen, who was studying the words intently, noticed your impatience and signed it too.

“Perfect,” said Norman Osborn, giving you a big smile. Was it just you, or did it look more plastic this time…?

Nope, definitely just you. He carefully filed the sheets away and clasped your hand in a handshake once again. “Welcome to New York City Ballet. I’m sure this contract will prove to be beneficial to the both of us.”

Gwen dropped her eyes to the floor. Probably just her odd headaches acting up again.

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orobaxis · 2 years

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im tala! :) <3

ao3

my masterlist:

hogwarts legacy

meeting ominis gaunt in hogwarts

melting under blue skies (belting out sunlight) (ominis gaunt x reader) - summary: you really wanna hold ominis' hand. "coincidentally", anne sallow has somehow dragged herself and her brother away from you and ominis during hogsmeade weekend

valentine's day chaos (ominis gaunt x reader) - prompts: ominis getting bad dating/flirting advice from sebastian to use on reader; reader gets hurt and has to go to the hospital wing; reader falls asleep on ominis’ shoulder, and “are you really so oblivious?”

“deeply” (ominis gaunt x reader) - ominis starts to avoid you

(so for once in my life) let me get what i want (ominis gaunt x reader) - ominis tells you his plans for the future and adopts a new name; prompt: "please. please just listen to me."

i could recognize her by touch alone, by smell (i would know her blind) (ominis gaunt x reader) - what is a day in the life of ominis gaunt? a lot less games of gobstones than he wants, a lot more nagging to study for his owls, and a lot more love than he ever had; prompts: "there isn't anything that i wouldn't do for you" & "i dream of you. all i do, is dream of you."

a little unsteady (ominis gaunt x f!reader) the scriptorium requires the use of unforgivables because salazar slytherin believes they are not to be feared. when the new fifth-year casts the cruciatus curse on you, ominis starts to regret the decision to enter the scriptorium.

avatar

i see you with him slow dancing (neytiri x f!reader, maybe slight jake x f!reader and jake sully x f!reader x neytiri) - when jakesully arrives to your clan, you start to think your feelings for neytiri are more than they appear

in a king-sized bed (neytiri x f!reader, pt 2 to i see you with him slow dancing) - you wake up next to neytiri...

genshin impact

pierro smut

trese

idiot friends to lovers with basilio

marvel

if i could wish for one thing pt 1 (druig x reader - eternals)

#orobaxis

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smolla-than-a-bug · 3 years

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1210

—crispin and basilio x reader

you promised alexandra you’d be back home by two in the morning, but the violent ringing of your phone is quickly forgotten when you end up locked in a bathroom with the two demigods

navi | trese m.list | clubbing with crispin and basilio

content — fem!reader, nsfw, smut, swearing, alcohol, threesome, blood, choking, oral, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia and spanking, unprotected seggs, conyo boys everywhere

notes — putangina .

You're well aware that you're in the middle of investigating an ongoing case, but to be fair, you've all been working nonstop for a week. You'd go to bed just as the sun's about to show, feeling drained of all energy, and then you'd be dragged out of bed by none other than Alexandra herself around an hour later feeling even more exhausted. You'd be lucky to even have an extra thirty minutes with her as the boss.

Luckily, you were able to get a break out of her with the help of the twins. It only took countless hours of relentless begging and appealing to her throughout the duration of the day. You suspected that she already had her mind made up once the idea was proposed yet decided to fuck with you all anyway, just to make things more difficult. Either way, the week's worth of treating her to lunch beats doing laundry in her place. R.I.P. Crispin, should have gone for the dishes instead because now he has to deal with Basilio's deadly underwear.

But all worries for the following days were completely eradicated once the day was over as you immediately found yourselves lost in a club you can't remember the name of somewhere in Makati.

The loud music flows through your body, and you’re dancing without a care in the world. Your body moves on its own accord. It’s hot even for you, leaving you briefly wondering how the twins were doing in their suits since they hadn't bothered changing attire.

Speaking of the twins, where'd they even go? You swear they were literally just there with you. You entered the place together not even two minutes ago, and you've already lost sight of one other... Unless you didn't actually enter together and you just mistook someone else for one of the brothers? What if you left Basilio in the other bar? Or in the one before that? Oh well, he'll catch up eventually. If he doesn't, you'll just resort to seeing whether he actually got back home tomorrow when you wake up. It's his fault for lagging behind anyway.

Mindlessly, you laugh to yourself. The night is too young to already be thinking of going home and getting back to work. Tonight was supposed to be for letting yourself get loose! Your eyesight right now is a little too clear for your liking, so you make your way to the bar area, stumbling over your heels and bumping into all kinds of sweaty folks in the way. This, of course, lead to you accidentally knocking elbows with some guy seated at the bar with his friends.

"Oh fuck, sorry."

When he turned around to face you, you internally swore. The guy really had to not be just some guy but a cute guy. Some luck you had.

It was later made known to you that you had actually spoken your thoughts out loud when he laughed. "I think you're cute too!"

Feeling hotter by the minute, you quickly averted your eyes waved at the bartender. You tried not to acknowledge the cute guy anymore by leaning on the table and looking anywhere but in his general direction while you waited for your drink to be served. But unfortunately, it seemed all your supply of good luck was sucked out dry the moment you asked Alexandra for a break.

"Hey, I'm Tano by the way."

The gods must have it out for you, you think.

Right as 'Tano' introduced himself to you, the bartender came back with your drink of choice. Obviously, you tried to fix your composure by chugging the entire thing. Then you smiled at Tano before giving him your own name. "Y/N, nice to meet you."

He shook your hand, and you genuinely couldn't tell if he made that gesture sincerely or ironically with the mirth in his expression. Or actually, maybe that was just because you had previously made a fool of yourself in front of him. Jesus, you encounter one attractive stranger then completely forget how to function.

"So," he copied your pose and rested his thick arms atop the bar. "Did you come here alone or..."'

"Oh, no! Actually, I came here with a few friends. No idea where they are right now, though."

"Ahh gege (okay, okay), I see." He thought for a moment. You were left to awkwardly chuckle in his presence. You ordered another drink from the bartender, fully intending to abandon the bar for the dance floor once you've had your fill. Then, "I guess I'll keep you company for the time being then."

You kept light conversation with Tano while sipping on your drink. He was a pretty chill dude and really nice too! The best part was that you were about the same age, so you were able to talk about your common interests really smoothly. It wasn't awkward at all conversing with him considering how you'd initially, and quite literally, bumped into one another.

You checked your phone for the time. 1:27 AM, it read. Realizing you’d have to head back home in a bit, you decided you wanted to end your night of fun out on the dance floor. Not wanting to be by yourself in the mob of drunken, mindless party-goers, you invited him to dance with you, to which he didn't even take a second to hesitate before agreeing and allowing you to pull him along into the sea of sweaty bodies.

You weaved your way through the crowd until you found a spot you were happy with in the middle of everyone, not too far away from the DJ's stage. Your body automatically moved to the music. Dancing was always something you never had to think about since you just let your body flow and let the rhythm of the music naturally take over. The sensation was freeing, to say the least, from the career you worked where constant critical thinking and calculated movement was required.

You felt Tano behind you mirroring your moves with one hand rested on your hips. The contact you currently had wasn't enough for you, though, as you felt yourself feeling much farther away from everyone around you than you actually are. So you turned around to pull him to you. He seemed to like that a lot.

Your faces were closer now, nearly touching, and Tano used that as an opportunity to tease your lips with his own. He kept brushing his lips against yours, chasing them and purposely nudging them with his lips but never actually attaching his mouth to yours. You merely grinned and pulled his body closer.

Out of nowhere, an arm sneaked around your waist from behind and stole you away. At first, you felt alarmed. The alcohol you'd consumed somewhat delayed your reaction, initially, but since you were pulled flush against the intruder's chest, you were immediately met with a certain musk and the outline of a blazer and necktie. You know exactly who this man is.

Another one swerved around Tano and took over his position in front of you. Tano was lost in the crowd in an instant after being forcefully pushed out of the way.

Basilio shamelessly grinds his front against your ass. "Having fun without us, ha?"

"Tangina niyo (You sons of bitches), I couldn't find you anywhere! Can you blame me?"

Crispin brought your arms to wrap around his neck so he could lean his face closer to you and smirked. Neither of them responded so you all just carried on dancing together.

It was so hot being sandwiched between the twins. If you were sweaty before, it only got worse the longer you were there with them. On top of that, they were getting pretty bold. You getting ground on from both sides in no time and the boys were audacious with their hand placements on your body. One second there's a hand inching down your torso, the next theres one caressing your ass. Simply put, they're both all over you in the literal sense.

Naturally, you responded by kicking it up a notch.

You started by slowly running your hand down Crispin's chest, tugging on his tie from the bottom. You felt him take a shuddering breath. Your other hand wound around Basilio as you grabbed a handful of his ass. Pulling both of them close so they could hear you, you offered a proposition: "Either of you know where the nearest bathroom is?"

The boys made brief eye contact before leading you through the crowd. Their impressive physique parted the way for you so you could walk through fairly easy as compared to when it was just you making your way through.

The walk to the bathroom was hasty, and you were barely inside when you already had your mouth attached to one of the twins'. Either being Crispin or Basilio, you couldn't tell with your faces mushed together, and quite frankly, you didn't really care. The only thing passing your mind at that moment was that you were so ready to get dicked down, especially knowing that you were about to get some of that good dick.

Long locks of hair brushed down from over your shoulder as Basilio attached his lips to your neck, licking and sucking every inch of exposed skin he could touch. That only meant Crispin was the one you were making out with. The corners of your lips turned up a bit as you realized this and brought your arms up to tug at Crispin's short hair, knowing full well how that affects the man in question.

He groaned in an instant, gutturally, and the vibrations went straight to your throbbing core. Being the way that you are, you tugged even harder on Crispin's roots, and his reactions were almost immediate, not to mention immaculate. It didn't help that two huge bulges were poking through the fabric of the twins' pants and pressing against your body.

Basilio traced his lips down your spine as you and Crispin showed no signs of giving up your tongues’ battle for dominance. He knelt down behind you, stuck his nose between your legs, and nuzzled it on your clothed pussy. Against your underwear, Basilio’s caresses felt feather light and his little exhales sent the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy.

Cool air greeted your exposed core as Basilio pulled down your underwear. You gasped into Crispin when his brother licked a long stripe up your folds from behind, bending forward to give him an easier approach. His fingers dug into your ass as he spread your cheeks apart for maximum access. He ate you out like a prisoner on death row having at their last meal, and by the time he was scissoring his fingers in your cunny, your moans were being swallowed by his twin who bit down on your lower lip, drawing blood from your flesh.

You hummed as your mouths disconnected for a moment, running your tongue over your lip and tasting the metallic flavor of your blood.

“You like that, baby?” Crispin smudged it with his thumb, effectively mixing the blood with the saliva on your chin, before sucking on your lower lip to clean you up. He then pulled your chin towards him, drawing a yelp from you as the harsh motion caused Basilio’s tongue to hit a particularly sensitive pressure point below. “Mind telling us who that guy was from earlier?”

“Who, Tano?”

Basilio chuckled. “Gago, tanginang Tano na yan. (That stupid son of a bitch, Tano.)” You tilted your head back to see him slowly stand back up while wiping your juices off his chin with his forearm. He tenderly cupped the side of your face with his clean hand. “Who does he think he is?”

You rolled your eyes. Did they forget that they left you to fend for yourself? “Hey, Tano was actually nice—“

“Ah,” you were silenced. A garbled choking noise left your mouth as Basilio shoved the fingers he used to pump your pussy into your mouth mid-speech, leaving no other option but for you to obediently clean them of your slick. “Don’t wanna hear any of that... kuya?”

His brother was occupied with unbuckling his belt, but he hummed in agreement nonetheless.

The twins adjusted your position so your ass was now perked up against Crispin, and he teased your entrance with his dick, dipping the head between your folds to collect the dripping wetness. “You’ve been pretty pasaway (naughty) today, ha?” He smacked your ass.

You choked on a yelp as Basilio’s thick fingers continued fucking your mouth. You’re sure his brother left a red handprint on you.

Basilio was cooing at you. He was caressing your jaw as the tips of his fingers poked the back of your throat. “Look at you,” he’d said before finally pulling his fingers out of your mouth. He didn’t bother cleaning away all the drool or the line of saliva, so you’d opted for wiping your chin on your shoulder.

You were grateful for finally getting a taste of air. You were heaving in attempt to catch your breath, for you knew being able to breathe with these two was a luxury. It wouldn’t last very long either, knowing them.

Without warning, Crispins cock impaled your pussy all the way through. His grip on your hips tightened, and his nails were surely leaving crescent marks on your skin. You could only squeeze Basilio’s forearms as your jaw dropped wide open, your head lolling forward with the impact.

Of course, Basilio wasn’t having it. He forced one of his arms free of your grip and your hand flew to grab at his bicep. His fingers curled around your neck, squeezing at the sides. He forced you to look into his eyes as Crispin pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in and jerking you forward. The only thing keeping you still was Basilio’s large hand enclosed around your neck.

Crispin’s thrusts were persistent. He was grunting with every plunge. He spread your cheeks apart, so his eyes were trained on the area where you connected.

You failed to notice exactly at what point Basilio undid his pants when his hard cock slapped you in the face. He spat on his hand to lubricate his massive dick for you, and you immediately knew what he was asking for without him having to say anything.

Wordlessly, you shakily transferred your hand from Basilio’s arm to work his shaft. In turn, he loosened his grip around your neck so you could take him in. He was too big to fit all the way down your throat, so you fisted whatever was left.

Loud moans and groans bounced around the small bathroom of the club. Any other sound was lost on you as you could barely even hear the muffled music of the DJs outside. As far as you knew, you only knew the twins from this point on. All your senses were overtaken by them both.

Crispin easily found that spongey spot inside you and laughed when you moaned around Basilio’s cock. The latter groaned and held your hair in his fist, opting to use you for his own pleasure. You submitted to being manhandled by Basilio as you ceased to be able to think for yourself once Crispin made it his aim to abuse your sweet spot.

You could only tighten your grip on Basilio’s arms as your vision was beginning to fail you, moaning uncontrollably as you neared your high, stuttering out Crispin’s name as he went.

He only responded to your pleading self by reaching up from behind you to grope at your breast, pinching and rolling your nipples with his calloused fingers. “Cum for me, babygirl,” he said, grinding his cock deep into you as your hole clenched and unclenched.

Your breath stuttered and you choked around Basilio’s dick, which never showed your throat an ounce of mercy for the man was indifferent to your situation behind. You were alternating between squeezing and hitting Basilio, unable to take the amount of pleasure you were receiving. Your only consolation was the verbal encouragement you were receiving from the twins, further overwhelming your senses until, finally, you broke. Your eyes rolled behind your head, and you swear you saw stars.

You heaved breathes through your nose as the brothers coaxed you through your high—or rather, brother since Crispin wasn’t planning on stopping his violent pounding any time soon. You removed your mouth from Basilio’s cock.

“Crispin—“ you were lucky to even be able to say his name. “Hey, wait— stop—“

“You can take it.” He went faster.

You tried to get away, but Crispin only tightened the grip he had on you, even upping his play on your nipples. “I... fuck, I can’t—“

“Oi,” Basilio harshly pulled your hair, forcing your gaze to meet his as you cried out. “You can take it,” he told you, caressing your cheek and wiping away the forming tears. He kissed your forehead. “Now get back to work.”

You shakily nodded before continuing your ministrations of licking and sucking what you could take of Basilio’s shaft.

“Good girl.”

You decided you’d try to focus on him as Crispin tried to reach his peak, which proved a hard job for you as you were shaking all over from overstimulation. You were sobbing around Basilio’s cock, and the only consolation you received was his soft murmurs of praise in your ear that you were ‘doing so well’ and that you’d just ‘have to hold on for a little longer.’

You held onto that as Crispin grew erratic with his thrusts and his rhythm lost its pattern. You could feel him nearing his own high, and you helped him reach it, grinding your ass on his pelvis.

“Fuuuck...” He moaned lewdly as he came all over your back, not caring if it got on your clothes. “I told you you could take it.” He threw his head back and softened his hold on your hips, rubbing his hands up and down your sides comfortingly while you helped Basilio get off.

The younger of the two came soon after. He forced you to swallow all of it, claiming that you couldn’t afford to waste any of his precious seed.

As expected, the twins weren’t done with you yet. The three of you claimed that dirty bathroom for hours, doing it everywhere. Against every wall and atop the counter or the sink—every square meter would be tainted by the three of you. None of you would have broken your little world of euphoria until a barbaric banging happened upon the locked bathroom door.

“What the fuck?”

You have no idea which of the twins offered that exclamation. You were each too busy scrambling to put on your clothes and fix yourself before anyone saw.

Eventually, the door broke and you stood frozen in your spot. Staring right at the three of you, fully dressed in work attire and seething so you could practically see smoke coming out of their ears, was none other than the Boss: Alexandra Trese herself. You really didn’t want to deal with her rage right now, or ever, in fact but here you were.

Red in the face, she crinkled her nose in disgust as the odor of the bathroom you’d selfishly claimed made itself known to her. “Disgusting!”

Basilio snickered but quickly shut up once Alexandra’s murderous glare was directed at him.

“Do any of you know what time it is?”

You grew hot as you checked your phone only to find it dead before shrugging, curling in on yourself. Shame splashed over you and doused you from the top of your head down to your bare toes.

Alexandra sighed, pinching her brows before turning around and walking away, leaving you three clambering after her. “Come on. Time to get to work.”

“But we haven’t even—“

“I don’t care! Now, let’s go.”

You exchanged looks with the twins. Fuck, it was going to be a long day.

tags — @urielliii

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batfamtv · 3 years

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trese sfw and nsfw headcanons: crispin, basilio, maliksi, tapia, dominic (sexy aswang)

a/n: me after making this

sfw

crispin

actually not that bad of a boyfriend, doesnt forget that he’s in a relationship with you and really makes an effort to show it

takes you on both luxurious and simple dates, depending on both of your moods

tries to cook for you, but either he only knows one (1) meal to cook or none at all

likes cuddling with you, he’s the big spoon of course

knows how to play the guitar?? actually sings to you sweet harana songs that makes you blush every time

“guy in charge of the bbq during parties” energy along with hank and tapia

likes watching movies with you, either at home or in theatres

likes holding your hands a lot, and loves giving kisses!

basilio

chaotic bf vibe

hogs the bed!! you go to sleep all cuddled up then the next morning he’s almost falling off the bed while you dont move from your side bc he keeps kicking you!

sometimes forgets about you tbh, the type to lose you at the mall

just gets so distracted with “important stuff i need to check out” but it’s just the new and cool toys and gadgets

he is the designated driver, so you get to ask him to drive you around everywhere (especially when doing errands)

asks for a ps4/ps5 for christmas

the type to hover over you when you’re in bed just to scare the absolute living shit out of you, pranks you a lot

puts up the christmas tree by september, drags you along to go carolling

but is a big softie, loves when you give him kisses and back rubs!

maliksi

looks like he could kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll

so whipped for you, but also kinda scared

he is the type to join the twins’ shenanigans, but one glare from you and he stops messing around

“stands behind you all shy and tries to be small even though he’s Big” energy

definitely the type to spoil you and bring you on fancy trips

takes a lot of alcohol for him to get drunk, so he almost always is the designated driver

when you’re both stuck in traffic you would ask jokingly if he could just transform as a tikbalang to get through traffic--he seriously considers it

“i was joking babe--”

“i see your point though”

tapia

absolute malewife energy

very very cute, always brings you pasalubong/food whenever he comes home, maybe some snacks for you to eat after dinner

either makes you breakfast in the morning or you make breakfast for the both of you, he would just hug you from behind and thank you for it

a really domestic life with him, a family man!

goes grocery shopping with you

has many nieces and nephews, so family reunions are always a huge filipino fiesta

the type to babysit all of his nieces and nephews at the beach but oh my god there’s so many and DONT GO OUT TOO FAR pls

but it was rewarding, might bring up marriage and kids soon

ACAB except for Him

dominic

less trashy edward cullen vibes

probably drinks a lot, but doesnt get drunk

possessive!

the type to bring you to clubs to show you off, but will get angry at anyone who looks at you

really soft and protective towards you, even when you show him pictures of ugly aswangs on google and say “thats u”

doesn’t know how to cook, also the type to have ppl prepare his food for him

nibbles on your bottom lip whenever he kisses you!

tries to be gentlemanly by offering you his jacket but all it does is distract you with his body

and he knows it

nsfw under the cut

nsfw

crispin

let me just tell you, this guy FUCKS

not the kind of guy who likes being teased, so no unexpected nudes while he’s at work unless you want your back broken

the type to give punishments

pulls on your hair or grabs your chin to make you look at him

kinda likes it when you choke on his cock, likes feeling your throat

when he’s tired from work and frustrated, it’s face down ass up for you

gets drunk watching his cock disappear into your cunt and he tells you that

“god your pussy just sucks me in” “you miss me that much?”

starts cursing when he’s close, will wrap his arms around your waist and bring himself down to your back before whispering to you “im close” “im gonna cum soon baby”

kisses all over your back once he’s done! Cleans you up and helps you stand up (you’re straight up limping, cum running down your thighs)

and then he covers you both with the blanket and cuddles with you

basilio

A TEASE!

pussy drunk omg

groans into your cunt the moment he tastes you, and then he’s absolutely addicted to you

asks for quickies all the time, but not even quick sex but “please let me eat your pussy, i’ll make you cum quick i promise” “please i just wanna taste your cunt”

teases you by running his cock up and down your folds, making sure he’s all slicked up, pats your clit with the tip of his cock, laughing when you groan

“you’re so sensitive, are you gonna cum once i push my cock into your pussy?”

“no, basilio, i promise”

“you sure baby?”

every time he enters your pussy it feels like the first time, literally has to stop for a few seconds so that he wont cum so quickly

“fuuuuuck, i love this pussy so much”

gets so into it, his drool drops to your stomach

this guy likes to hit you with the mating press okay, he wants to see your fucked out face, eyes rolling to the back of your head, your mouth open with your tongue lolling out

likes to see what he does to you

subconsciously is thinking about fucking his kids into you

groans and kisses your neck when he cums, and there’s always so much of it that it flows out of your cunt even when he cums deep inside you

maliksi

Big Dick Energy, why else doesn’t he wear anything when shifting to tikbalang form

his third leg needs to breathe apparently

kinda scared at first bc his cock is big, and maybe Too big for you, scared he’s gonna rip you in half

gives soft kisses and lots of foreplay

eats pussy like he was in the hunger games for 3 months

likes you on top on him, so that you can control the pace and can easily get off him if you get hurt

tucks your hair behind your ears before pulling you down for a kiss

he is so mfing big, he can see the outline of his cock through your tummy

“you’re so big, maliksi...fuck”

you move slowly, but he can see how much you like it

presses down on your tummy bulge and feels the head of his cock, you both groan at the feeling

“am i deep in your pussy, baby?” “is this me right here?”

you nod frantically, “i can feel you in my tummy…”

you would have to beg him to go faster

in which he will plant his bed on the bed, wrap his arms around and jackhammer up into you

the only thing coming out of your mouth is his name and your “please” and curses

kisses you and whispers against your mouth, “im gonna cum baby, where do you want it?”

“inside please”

he moves to kiss your temple before reaching for your clit, making sure you come just seconds before he explodes into your tight cunt

you'd have to slowly entice him into fucking you in his tikbalang form

tapia

body worship

loud in bed?? maybe not super loud, but whimpers and groans

the first time you sucked his cock, he was already so close to busting a nut

likes you on top, likes seeing your tits bounce up and down

subby? Would like to be tied down

has a mommy kink??????

literally will beg for you to let him cum

“please please please let me cum… i’ve been good…” “please let me cum in your pussy mommy”

groans long and hard once he cums, holds your hips down against his because he gets so sensitive

literally baby making sex

dominic

another BDE and he knows it

might fuck you against the wall when you guys couldn’t make it to bed

also likes it missionary, your legs all the way up on his shoulders

“you’re so fucking pretty...you’re all mine right?” "say it baby"

possessive!dominic ayo

wants you naked while he’s fully dressed

just pulls his cock out of his pants and gets you to suck on it

slaps his cock against your face, likes it when your face is all wet with your drool and his precum

likes to see your pussy in full view, spreading your legs wide and smirking at you while you try your hardest to cover your blushing face

“why are you hiding, hmm? dont you wanna see how your tight cunt swallows my cock, baby?”

makes you cum by hitting your gspot and rubbing your clit at the same time

might bite your neck when he cums

you might have passed out atleast 4 times throughout the night because this man can and will go for multiple rounds

#trese #trese imagine #trese the kambal #the kambal #maliksi #tapia #dominic the sexy aswang #crispin #basilio #bftvtrese #crispin x reader #basilio x reader #maliksi x reader #tapia x reader #dominic x reader

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Leave it to the Wind

Summary: Between deadlines, an awful transport system, and aswangs lurking about in the shadows, you have much to worry about as a college student in Manila, and it's so much that your social life is practically dead. Your wind people roommates want to help you remedy that.

Words: 9343

Relationships: The Kambal/Reader (Crispin/Reader/Basilio)

Warnings: Adult content, alcohol, brief scene of sexual harassment

Author’s Notes: God, the fandom is so thirsty for the Kambal, and so am I. Finally, some Filipino himbo representation.

The premise is: Hannah and Amie decides to play matchmaker. Hilarity ensues. Smut ensues. Please be nice, I based the characterizations of the character on the Netflix series and Trese wiki pages since I couldn't get my hands on the original comics yet oof. Some words, like terms of endearment and curse words, will remain in Filipino. Translations are provided. Reader is AFAB and is referred to with female pronouns.

Reposting this from AO3 with all three chapters in one post. A Filipino (Taglish) translation is in the works!

You don’t know how they managed to convince you, to be honest.

You rarely ever go out at night anymore. So many strange incidents transpire in Manila’s narrow streets. Just recently, you’ve heard of a new story about a tikbalang who allegedly participated in illegal street races.

So when your roommates and friends Amie and Hannah invited you for a night out, you hesitated. You gave them every excuse you can think of; you needed to do laundry, you needed to study, you needed to finish a project, and so on.

You know that the two of them are wind people, but you can’t help but think. Which of the various stories you had been hearing are real? What else in this world you haven’t witnessed yet?

“Aw, you’re such a buzzkill! Pretty please? You don’t go out with us as often. Enjoy yourself a little,” Amie whines, lying on the sofa of your living room.

On the other hand, Hannah turns to you with a mischievous grin on her face. “C’mon, get dressed already,” she commanded. “There are some total hotties we’d like you to meet! One of them might catch your eye!”

“I told you, I don’t need a relationship. You two try this every week. How do you even know so many people?” you retort, laughing softly at yourself.

“Well, our night lives are active,” Hannah retorted. “Don’t forget our sex lives!” the other added. Hearing those words, you felt your face get flushed with heat.

You needed a good fuck.

“Damn it, fine! As long as you pay for me.”

They finally got you to say yes.

As the night went on, you went to several bars, and you swore that you had explored every crevice of the city. It doesn’t help that the guy Amie and Hannah were with, a tall, dark and handsome man with flowing locks of black hair, drove like a demon. You got around quickly in no time.

Around an hour after midnight, you’re all exhausted from a night of dancing and mingling. None of the people your friends introduced to you caught your attention. At that point, you just wanted a stiff drink to unwind.

Voicing it to your drinking buddies, they nod in agreement.

“I know just the place, in Malate,” the man you’re with said. “Quiet. Discreet. I can take you there, if you want.”

“You mean The Diabolical, right? Let’s go! Text Crispin and Basilio, they might be hangin’ there too,” Amie croons.

A chuckle escapes your lips upon hearing their names. “Huh? Were they named after the characters in Jose Rizal’s novel?”

“I think so? Whatever! But seriously though… Those two can totally make you scream their names louder than Sisa ever did! Best lay I ever had!”

The remark made you laugh so hard, you swore you can be heard in the next city. “What the fuck! Amie, gaga ka, Sisa was their mom! The context of that scene was rough.”

Hannah’s mischievous grin spreads on her face once more, and she gently elbows your side. “Well, if you’re lucky, in this context you’d be crying their names while your eyes roll to the back of your head.”

You’ll never admit it, but you had hoped all their teasing would come true.

It didn’t take long for the four of you to reach your destination. As you enter The Diabolical, a strange chill envelopes you. The air feels different inside; it’s almost as if you stepped in a different world. Perhaps it’s the alcohol, but when you looked around, you saw a duwende sitting by the bar. Or was it called a nuno? At the end of the bar, you saw them; two men both dressed in black suits. One has short hair, while the other one has longer, reaching past his shoulders. However, they’re facing away from you. Only the back of their head and part of their cheeks were visible where you stood.

You snapped out of it when the man you three are with spoke up. “I’m gonna call it a night. Have fun, you three.”

“For real? Wow Maliksi, this is the first time I ever saw you wanting to leave early. Aren’t you gonna stop by and say hi to Alex?” Hannah asks him.

“Maybe next time,” Maliksi answers back, a somber expression on his face. “Oh em gee, did you two fight? Wait, what are you two?” Amie asks.

“Whatever. It’s complicated. I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Your friends nodded and let Maliksi be. He waves at your group, and heads out the door. The engine of his car roars to life, and his car screeches away.

As the car moved farther away though, it seems that the screeching of the tires turned into hoofbeats.

Perhaps it’s just your imagination.

“Amie! Hannah! Have a drink! Hey, who’s that with you? Is that the person you’ve been wanting us to meet for ages now?”

Your head turns to where the voice was coming from; one of the men in the suits, the one with short hair in particular. You finally had a good look on their faces.

Twins?

“Crispin! Meet our friend! This is…”

As Amie and Hannah introduce you to the Twins, you can’t help but stare. You took the sight of their features in; they’re tall, with broad shoulders, and hard muscle underneath that black suit and white tie ensemble. They have wide noses with a high bridge, prominent bone structure, and a prominent widow’s peak.

Merciful Bathala, they’re gorgeous.

What caught your attention the most are their eyes. They're pitch black, save for the small reflection of light.

Are these people even human?

“Stare at them like that any longer and they might melt,” Amie teases. The two of your friends are giving you an ear-splitting grin due to your reaction to the Twins.

“I, uh-” you stuttered, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

“Hey, don’t be shy. You can sit between us, miss. We’re all friends here,” the twin with the longer hair says. If the other one is Crispin, then this must be Basilio.

Behind you, your friends are already giggling. They took their places next to the twins and leaned on their biceps. Across from you, the bartender comes to take your order.

“What’ll it be, kid?” he asks.

For some reason, you’re panicking. Maybe it’s because of the alcohol in your system. Or maybe it’s because you’re sandwiched between the twins. “Uh, what would you recommend, manong?”

Laughter erupted from the twins. “Hank, she called you manong!” Basilio teases while grinning like a fucking dog. “Geez, are you really that old?” Crispin eggs him on, giving him a shit-eating grin. Hank takes a wet rag he uses to wipe down the countertop and strikes the two down. “You goddamn assholes!”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing with them.

“Ow! Alright, we’re sorry, we’re sorry. Get them the best seller, Hank. We’ll pay for their tab,” Basilio says, and Hannah and Amie squeals with joy.

“Oh em gee, you boys are so sweet! Thank youuu!”

As Hank prepares you a drink, you try conversing with the twins. “You two seem fun to have as drinking buddies.”

Hank turns around to reach a bottle from the shelf. “Those two are mischievous little shits, that’s for sure. You know, when these two were kids...”

“Hey man, don’t embarrass us like that in front of our new friend,” Crispin whines.

While the three continues fucking around, you leaned back slightly to glimpse at Amie, who was trying to get your attention for a while now. She points to her phone, and you fetch yours from your bag.

You read your group chat with them. “Soooo, do you like, like them?” Hannah’s message said.

“You’re into them aren’t you? You got so shy around them, it’s so cute!” Amie’s message said.

“Right? It’s rare to see you so flustered!”

You typed away furiously at your phone, cautious to not let the twins beside you see the conversation.

“Well, they’re an improvement from the ones you introduced me to earlier. Easier on the eyes, too…”

Your friends giggled, and as their drinks arrived, they stood up. “Girl, we’re gonna leave you with them, there’s some super hot tikbalangs who just came in the bar. Byeeee!”

“Hey, wait!”

They didn’t heed your words and went to sit on the tikbalangs’ laps.

Fuck, tikbalangs are real? Is Maliksi a tikbalang too?

“And off they go, flirting with those beasts after they’ve used us for drinks,” Crispin laments, voice dripping with light-hearted sarcasm.

“It’s not like it’s the first time we got used by them though,” Basilio adds, cringing.

You can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, I’ve heard.”

Basilio’s head whips towards you, sweat gathering on his brow. “Seriously?! Shit, what did they say about us?”

“All good things, don’t you worry,” you answered.

“Nah, I need to hear what they said word for word,” the twin with long hair responds. “This is making me paranoid!”

Crispin moves closer to you, Basilio puts a friendly arm around your shoulder, and you can only smile. All of you are inebriated and if you were sober, and if someone else dared to get this close to you, you might’ve slapped them. But you feel good about the Twins, and your roommates never put you in harm’s way, so your trust for them extended to the brothers, somehow.

“Just tell us already,” Crispin slurs. “Tell us what they said about us. We’re curious.”

“Fine, fine. Okay, Amie and Hannah mentioned your names when Maliksi suggested that we head here to drink. Then, I mentioned that your names came from Rizal’s novels.”

“Then Amie said,” you continued, pausing briefly to come up with an impression of your roommate’s speech. “‘Seriously though… Those two can totally make you scream their names louder than Sisa ever did! Best lay I ever had!’ Fuck, it was so messed up!”

“That’s messed up, alright,” Basilio sputters, his face a deep shade of crimson. “I’m this hot and those are the only details they can spare?!”

“Ok, but that Sisa joke was kind of funny though. But it was still fucked up,” Crispin adds, and he takes a sip of his drink.

“Hold your horses, the story’s not done yet,” you say. You’re starting to feel more confident around the two.

Your conversation went places, until you found yourselves drinking until three in the morning, and at that point, it’s only just the four of you in the bar; Hank, the Twins, and you. Even Hannah and Amie are nowhere to be seen. Knowing them, they probably took the tikbalangs they were flirting with back to your apartment.

They didn’t even wait for you. Looks like they’re really setting you up tonight. Maybe they wanted the apartment to themselves tonight, and they got exactly what they wanted.

You had planned on getting up to go to the restroom, but when you tried standing up, you almost fell from the chair. The Twins caught you before you landed face first against the floor.

“She’s had enough to drink,” Hank comments. They set you on a chair with a backrest. “How will she get home? We can’t send her off in a cab at this rate. The train doesn't run this late either.”

“Hannah left her behind too,” Crispin adds.

“Hey, how are we gonna deal with this?” Basilio asks. “We can get you home once we sober up a little. It’s fine if you-”

Basilio never got to finish what he was going to say, because you nodded off against his stomach, and puked your lunch out.

You don’t remember anything after that.

When you awaken, the sun is already high up, and the first thing that greets you is the fan in the ceiling. Your muscles are screaming at you, and your throat feels dry. Memories of last night came crashing back and you started sweating in horror. Maybe it’s just a drunken dream, but it felt all too real.

You were flirting with these gorgeous twins, had too much to drink, and at some point puked all over one of the twins’ shoes.

And now, you don’t know whose bedroom you are in. You check yourself, and you’re still wearing the same clothes, with nothing out of place. There are no bruises or marks on your body either. You looked around you, but there was no one else in the room.

The doors crack open slightly, and you see two pairs of void-black eyes.

“I… um… good morning?”

“It’s… already 2 in the afternoon,” one of them says. He has long hair. This one is the twin you threw up on.

“Why don’t you have some lunch?” the other one said.

You just nodded and said nothing else, ashamed of yourself. You threw up on one of them and now you’re eating at their table. You just wanted the ground to swallow you alive.

“Sorry for puking on you last night,” you near-whispered to Basilio after you swallowed your first bite of food.

The silence broke when Crispin roared with laughter, tears pooling at the corner of his eyes. Meanwhile, Basilio was glaring daggers at his brother. He’s frowning like a child whose toy got taken from him. “Sure, keep laughing, kuya.”

“I’ll never show my face here again, I promise,” you say to them, hiding your face behind your hands.

“What’re you talking about? Forget about it. We’re friends now, right?” Basilio tells you, smiling. “But next time, vomit on my brother too.”

“No one’s throwing up because I won’t be allowing any of you to get wasted that bad ever again,” Hank announces as he enters the room with a carafe in his hand. “Bossing’s not gonna like it if the bar ends up smelling as bad as Basilio’s room. Here, have some coffee.”

“We should introduce you to bossing next time too. She’s not here at the moment,” Crispin adds. “Let’s do this again next week.”

The invitation made you smile, and you poured yourself a cup of coffee. You continued eating the rest of your meal.

“...my room doesn’t smell that, right?” Basilio asks after a few moments of silence.

“Gago, it stinks so bad. It’s why we made the guest stay at my room, because if she stayed at yours she could’ve died from how bad it is,” Crispin exclaims. “Seriously, how can you live with bringing women to your room at that point?”

“Kuya, you’re embarrassing me to our guest!”

Translations for non-Filipino speaking folks:

bossing: a somewhat affectionate way to say “boss”. Comes from the old tradition of adding -eng or -ing to ones name to make a nickname, e.g. Luciana - Lucing

Gago/gaga (ka): (you) idiot/moron - someone stupid, foolish or ignorant

Tikbalang: creature from Filipino mythology similar to a centaur. They are hulking beasts with a horse's head.

manong: a term for endearment to an elderly male relative, or elderly men in general. Originally an Ilokano term referring to the first born son in a nuclear family.

kuya: big brother. Can be used to refer to one's own older brother, someone else's older brother, or an older peer or male acquaintance.

Author’s Notes: This chapter was heavily inspired by Bita and the Botflies' song Manghuhula.

Warnings: brief scene of sexual harrassment

After washing up, the Twins accompanied you to the gate, exchanging glances at each other behind your back. Little did they know, you definitely noticed it.

“Wait,” Basilio says, tapping your shoulder lightly with a large hand.

Crispin takes his phone out of his pocket. His younger brother proceeds to do the same. “Give us your phone. We’ll add our numbers, and you can text us if something happens,” he says.

“Or when you get home safe,” Basilio adds.

You look at the two of them back and forth. “This isn’t just an elaborate excuse for the two of you to get my number, right?”

Neither of the two spoke, giving each other a nervous glance.

Their reaction made you laugh out loud, and you took out your phone from your bag. “Here. I’ll give you my Facespace too.”

With the tension broken, the three of you exchange a chuckle. You punch in your number in their phones, while they did the same to yours. Crispin looks over his brother’s shoulder and frowns.

“Epal,” Crispin says to his brother, snatching your phone away from him. The older twin types something in, and it’s the younger one’s turn to stick his nose in. Basilio attempts to get the phone back, cursing all the time.

“You’re going to break her phone, gago,” the older twin curses, pushing a palm against Basilio’s face. “Then let it go! You’re the epal, I wasn’t done yet,” the younger one snaps back.

You give them a look of irritation, and check out what they’re arguing about.

“What the hell are you two grown-ass men fighting about?” you ask as you butt in to look at what they’re doing.

A loud snort bubbles from you as you see it; Basilio added “the hot twin” next to his contact name. Crispin added “the hotter twin”. Now, the former wanted to outdo his older brother.

Against your better judgment, you say, “You’re twins. You look like each other. You’re both hot. Now stop fighting over my phone.”

Perhaps it’s the afternoon heat, but there is a tinge of red in their cheeks after your remark. You waved them goodbye as you got in a tricycle that’ll get you to the nearest train station.

The MRT, in some strange miraculous twist of fate, isn’t as packed as usual. It’s still populated, but there were a few seats waiting to be taken. You sit down somewhere away from direct sunlight, and you take out your phone to tell Hannah and Amie that you’re on the way home.

The first thing you see is a text from Basilio. Then, a text from Crispin. You tell them both that you’re on the train now, completely forgetting about messaging your roommates. To pass the time, you launch the Facespace app and decide to look up their profiles, only to find out that they’ve already sent you a friend request.

Upon seeing Crispin’s profile, you did your damn best to stifle a laugh.

His work description says “works at the Krusty Krab,” but that wasn’t the craziest thing about his profile. At first, the Bible verse in his bio caught you off guard, thinking that someone like him didn’t seem religious, but when you quickly looked up “Ezekiel 23:20,” you did your best not to howl with laughter.

Basilio’s isn’t any better.

In his work description, he put “Model at For Her Magazine,” and “edi sa puso mo.” Then you scroll down to see a thirst trap of him pulling his shirt up with his teeth, and you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks again. Well, at least that work description is believable.

They’re- what was that term your younger university friends were using again?- himbos.

They’re definitely himbos.

Arriving at your place, you slot your key inside the doorknob and twist. As you enter the door, the heavy, musky scent of sex and sweat hits your face, and you regret getting too wasted last night and losing your chance to hook up with one of the Twins.

Or both.

Both?

Regardless, at least they’ve invited you again to hang out next week.

You raise your eyebrow and cross your arms at the scene before you. Cans of beer litter the living room, and your roommates are taking a nap by the couch. A tikbalang comes out of the bathroom, glamor off, and you snort as you watch him duck under the door frame because of his massive height.

“It’s already four in the afternoon. Time to go, big guy.”

He nods awkwardly in acknowledgment, morphing into his human disguise, and exiting your apartment.

You sit between your roommates, rousing them from their sleep. “I’m not going to clean this mess up,” you tell them, motioning to the trashed state of the living room, and reaching for the remote to turn the TV on. You just want to take a shower afterwards and sleep in your own bed tonight.

After rubbing the sleep from their eyes, your roommates near-tackles you on the couch, a curious, excited look on their faces. You forgot all about what you were watching and stared at them in surprise.

“So how did it go? Did you get to hook up with any of them?” Amie asks.

“Or both of them?” Hannah adds.

“Gaga, nothing like that happened.”

The two of them let you go with disappointed looks on their faces. “So sayang! Here we were thinking you finally have a sex life,” one of them says as you lean back on the backrest, closing your eyes as they continue to pester you for details.

“Why are you two so determined to get me to screw someone?” you finally snapped, amused and irked at the same time.

“Because you’ve been doing nothing but totally stressing yourself out! See how super fun it is to let go every now and then?”

“Thanks for the new drinking buddies, girls, but I have my fingers to keep me company. Hookups are too much work,” you lie to them, eyes still closed.

“That’s a toe-curling, full-body orgasm you’re missing out on, girl!”

“That’s assuming that the person I’m with knows what they’re doing,” you retorted.

One of them pokes your side with an elbow, and you assume it’s Hannah. “The Twins do.”

You opened your eyes, and you guessed right; it’s Hannah. You give her a look, before rolling your eyes, appearing to look disinterested. The smirk tugging at the edge of your lips says otherwise, though.

“So what happened last night?” Amie asks.

“I got wasted and threw up on Basilio’s shoes. Then, I ended up sleeping in Crispin’s room. When I woke up, they fed me and sent me home,” you tell them. Your roommates giggle at the story.

“Ah, speaking of which, I gotta let them know I got home,” you said off-hand, and somehow the remark only spurred your wind people roommates on.

“Yieee, you’re friends with them on Facespace already!” Amie quips, leaning in to see what you’re typing. Playfully, you move your phone away from her to conceal what you’re typing.

“Make a group chat with them!” Hannah exclaims, taking your phone away from you. You tried taking it back, but Amie joins in the mischief and blocks you from doing so.

When you got your phone back, the deed was done, and the chat was renamed to a single eggplant emoji. The like button was replaced by an eggplant emoji too.

Panicking, you add your roommates to the group to avoid looking suspicious, and swiftly type up a defense.

“Please ignore that, Hannah made this chat using my account.”

The teasing never stopped after that.

Weeks passed and you never bothered to change it, though.

It’s been about two months since your first encounter with the Twins. You’re becoming a familiar face at The Diabolical, going every Saturday to see them. Sometimes Hannah and Amie didn’t accompany you anymore. You’ve met the Twins’ bossing a few times, who turned out to be none other than Alexandra Trese. You’ve heard of her exploits and the two imposing bodyguards who were almost always with her. It surprised you that they’re none other than the Twins you knew, but it made perfect sense. Those two were jacked, and those muscles aren’t only for show.

Of course, because of your increasing presence in the bar, it didn’t take long for the rumors to circulate. Word on the street is both of the Twins had a thing for you, and neither is making a move out of consideration for the other. They are waiting for you to move.

You elected to ignore them, perfectly happy with your arrangement of having two handsome men to keep you company while you unwind. The thought of getting together with one of them, or even both of them did cross your mind a few times, however.

Ultimately, you wouldn’t know what to do if the day comes that you’ll have to confront how you feel and choose between the two.

Do you have to?

Crispin and Basilio are twins, but they’re distinct from each other. The older is more serious, with a dryer sense of humor, while the younger is goofier, and somewhat softer. One complements the other, and they’re both good company despite their differences.

Speak of the devil. Your phone buzzes and you see that the eggplant chat is active. The Twins are inviting you to The Diabolical again.

“See you guys at eight,” you type in. Someone reacts with an eggplant to your message. Then the next few messages were nothing but eggplant emojis, followed by Basilio sending “#TeamTalong”. Crispin cusses him out for it, but sends the same message right after.

Yeah, that became a thing among the five of you.

You and the wind girls got dressed and took a taxi to the bar, your favorite jacket draped over your shoulders. Pressured by your roommates, you wore something nicer tonight; a black faux leather dress that hugs your figure deliciously. The shiny fabric added to the effect. The six bottles of Pulang Tikbalang beer the three of you shared before going out might’ve contributed to your newfound bravado.

But now that you’re actually wearing it outside your apartment, you feel a little reluctant.

“Maybe wearing this is a bad idea,” you mutter to no one in particular, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear out of self-consciousness.

Amie taps you from behind. “Oh hush, that outfit is totally sexy,” she comments. “Finally ready to get dicked down tonight, girl?”

“Shhh, gaga ka, manong driver can hear you.”

That didn’t deter them from making more inappropriate comments, much to the manong's ire.

It’s nine already when you get there, you’re in the Philippines after all. The merriment is already in full swing when you step through the door. Hannah and Amie went ahead and sat next to their lay of the week. The Twins wave you over from their usual spot, but before you can reach them, a man you’ve never seen before tries to get your attention, snaking an arm around your waist.

“Hey baby. You’re a regular here, right? Want to drink with me?”

“Sorry, I’m here with someone else,” you tell him, moving away.

“Ah, here to see the Twins? Why don’t you ditch them for a change of pace and come with me, babe?”

“Not interested,” you flat out said. “Please move, or I’ll make you move.”

To your surprise, the man drops his glamor and reveals himself to be a kapre. He looms over you, cigar in his mouth, and you can feel the tension rising. People are starting to stare, and your friends took notice of it too.

“Try,” he huffs, puffing smoke to your face. You give him a sour glare while trying not to cough.

Before your roommates or the Twins could come to your aid, you panicked and saw an empty bottle of Pulang Tikbalang on a nearby table. Emboldened by the alcohol in your veins, you shatter the bottle and point the jagged edge at the hulking beast, hands shaking. You are a tiny thing compared to the enormous creature before you, after all.

“Don’t you dare look down on me.”

“Already doing that, honey.”

“I’m not your honey,” you say as you press the edge against his stomach, not enough to draw blood, but hard enough to hurt.

“I love it when they fight back,” the kapre croons.

Under the haze of alcohol, you were more than ready to shove the edge in, consequences be damned.

Before things could escalate, Crispin takes the broken bottle off of your hands and steers you away from the stranger, while Basilio steps in to defuse the tension. “Hey, why don’t you back off, pal? Our friend said no. You wouldn’t want us to tell our bossing to ban you from the place because of this misunderstanding now, don’t you?”

Heart in your throat, you turn to the Twins, then to the kapre. The tree giant pauses, looking at the three of you, then smirks.

“Heh. Fine. But if you torpe whelps don’t make a move, I will.”

The giant puts his glamor back on and skulks away.

“Wow, what a jerk! He only left you alone when the boys stepped in,” Hannah quips, tossing her hair in indignation.

“You almost didn’t need rescuing, but I’d hate to help Hank mop the blood off the floor later,” Basilio comments, nudging you gently with an elbow. His eyes go a little lower from your face, and you see him look away.

You realized Crispin hasn’t let go of you yet.

“C’mon, let’s just go,” you tell everyone. Crispin proceeds to remove his hand away from your shoulder, and you take your usual seats by the bar.

The bar is loud, but the silence between the three of you is deafening. Even Hank seems to have taken notice, eyeing your usually loud and cheerful group.

“What’s up with you three? What happened back there?” the older man asks, leaning over the bar top.

“Just a handsy kapre who couldn’t take no for an answer. I won’t let it spoil the night,” you answer him.

“That’s the spirit. Holler if he tries something like that again, I’ll have him kicked out,” Hank replies, setting down three ice-cold beers in front of you guys.

Yet somehow, the conversation never livened up.

Three bottles of Pulang Tikbalang later, you’ve had enough.

“This is about what that kapre said, isn’t it?” you finally say, slightly pissed.

The Twins look at each other with guilty expressions, and simultaneously nod.

“Do you boys wanna talk about it?”

They look at each other again. “Shit, this is awkward,” Crispin comments, scratching his head. Basilio nods in agreement, uncharacteristically silent. “We didn’t want to pressure you into anything you didn’t want to do,” the older twin continues.

“Look, I don’t want to ruin my relationship with my kuya just because we’re interested in the same girl,” Basilio says. “Same here,” Crispin adds.

“So we were waiting for you to make your own move,” Basilio continues.

“Ah. So the rumors are true,” you sighed.

“We’ll accept whatever outcome there is. If you choose me, or Basilio, or neither because this is fucking messy, we totally get it,” the older twin says, leaning back to stare at the ceiling.

Now the decision rests in your hands.

“Why don’t we talk about this somewhere more private?” you ask them.

You watch as both of them gulp. “Where do you wanna talk?” Basilio asks.

“Anywhere private.”

“I just cleaned my room earlier. Why don’t we continue this there?”

You nod, and they lead you away from the bar.

Looks like it’s going to be a long night.

Translations for non-Filipino speakers:

epal: in Filipino slang, usually refers to a person who inappropriately presents himself in a situation or butts into a conversation.

kapre: a tree-giant from Filipino mythology. Often described as very tall, dark, and hairy. Almost never seen without a cigar.

sayang: literally means waste. Can be used alone as an expression similar to "what a waste!"

torpe: someone who cannot spit their romantic or sexual feelings out to a crush or love interest

III

Author’s Notes:

Warnings: Smut. Filthy smut. Writer-is-definitely-going-to-the-second-circle-of-the-Seven-Circles-of-Hell-levels-of-filthy smut. Bawal bata, tulog na. If you're under 18 please turn back.

After the door closes behind the three of you, you sit on the bed, while Crispin sits on a chair near his brother’s desk. Basilio locks the door, and leans against it, unable to look at you.

“Right. So. How are we going to deal with this?” you ask them, crossing your legs.

“Don’t ask us,” Crispin says, swiveling the chair to face you. “You’re the one caught in the middle after all.”

Curse his choice of words.

“This is too weird,” Basilio speaks up. “If you want me to unlock the door, just say the word. We can walk out of this like nothing happened.”

“And then what? Things are going to be awkward between the three of us, I just know it,” you say to him, palming the back of your neck. “Things might get awkward with Amie and Hannah too, and I live with them. I don’t want our tropa to disband just because of relationship drama.”

“What about Amie and Hannah? Is it because we have history with those two?” Crispin asks.

“They’ve been trying to set me up with either of you. The fact that they also slept with you in the past also doesn’t help. Shit, this is messy.”

“Er, um,” Basilio stutters. “That might’ve been our fault.”

You furrow your brow and cross your arms. “Keep going.”

The Twins look at each other, as if gauging who should explain the situation. “So, we remained in contact after being used as a prize for bossing’s race with Maliksi, right?” Crispin starts.

“Uh huh.”

“Well, they mentioned a third roommate in passing and joked about lending us to her. Of course we blew them off, then Amie showed us a picture of you. We got curious and asked them to introduce you,” Basilio continues.

“I didn’t expect us five to become friends. And now we’re in this mess,” Crispin adds.

You look at them back and forth, and laugh in resignation. Elbows digging against your lap and palms pressed against your face, you rub your face and run it through your hair. “Amazing. Just amazing. See, I have a problem too.”

The Twins didn’t respond, eyes fixated on you.

“I like the two of you.”

You feel the air shift around you. Basilio’s standing upright by the door now, and Crispin straightened up too. The room is so quiet, you can hear them gulp in anticipation for what will happen next.

“There. I said it. The reason why I haven’t made a move at all is because of this exact moment that I was dreading. I didn’t want to choose,” you admit, feeling the blood rush to your head. “I just wanted for us three to stay like that, drinking buddies sprinkled with sexual tension.”

“And you’re in the middle, enjoying our attention,” Crispin says, crossing his arms.

“Selfish, I know,” you admit, head hanging low.

This is it, the moment that can make or break you three.

“Us three. If only...” you whisper, only for the words to fall flat on your tongue

You stand up, gathering your things and carrying your bag. “Nevermind. What a mess we’re in. I’ll go so you two can sort things out between the two of you. It’s been a fun ride.”

Basilio doesn’t move from the door, and behind you, you can hear Crispin getting up from his seat.

“We can still make this work, right kuya?” Basilio starts, looking over your head to give his brother a knowing look.

“Yeah, I think so,” Crispin replies. “What was that you said? The three of us?”

Your eyes widen, and you look at them back and forth. Their bodies are dangerously close to yours. Now you’re literally caught in the middle.

“I- uh…”

“I think we can work out an arrangement,” Basilio whispers, one hand moving to hold yours.

“Only if you want to,” Crispin adds, his breath kissing the back of your neck.

“I don’t want to lose either of you,” Basilio adds.

“Same here.”

Damn it all.

Giving in to your darkest, most hidden desires, you lean in to capture Basilio’s lips with yours, leaving his black eyes wide open in surprise. They flutter close, and he savors the kiss, slipping a tongue in. Then you turn to Crispin, and you give him the same sweet kiss as well.

“Damn, I didn’t mean like, now,” Basilio mutters, feeling the front of his trousers get tighter as he watches you make out with his brother.

Bringing your attention back to the younger twin, you loosen his tie, while you push out your ass to grind against Crispin. “Are you complaining?”

“Not at all.”

“Wait, are you sure about this? All of us drank tonight… we don’t want you to do something you’ll regret,” Crispin says, moving his hips away from you. Basilio pauses too, and wraps his hands around your wrists to still your hands, a look of concern on his face.

“Kuya’s right.”

“I’m a grown woman. I might’ve had a few bottles, but I know what I want,” you reassure them, waiting for the two to make a move. “I know I want you two for months.”

Basilio lets go of your hands and lets you do as you please, a cocky smirk on his lips. Behind you, you can feel Crispin’s gloved hands reaching for the zipper of your dress. “Really? How much do you want us? C’mon, say it,” Basilio asks, moving in to place kisses on your neck.

“I wanna hear it too,” Crispin whispers against your shoulder, and he punctuates it with a light kiss.

All of a sudden, you felt shy at the prospect of confessing your fantasies out loud. “Why don’t I just show you boys?”

“Oh no, you’re not getting out of this one,” Basilio teases. “Consider it as payback for throwing up all over my shoes.”

“You’re still- ah!- mad about that?” you ask him, gasping in the middle of doing so when you felt a hand snake between your legs from behind. The older twin slips his fingers past your underwear, circling your clit with slow strokes.

“Not mad, I just want things to be fair,” Basilio teases, pulling your dress down. He gives your breasts a squeeze, fondling and rolling your nipples until they harden, and he seals his lips over your right one. Crispin moves from behind you and he takes his place next to his twin, lathing his tongue over the left. All four of their hands pawed at your flesh greedily.

You were at a loss for words because of how good they’re making you feel, soft moans bubbling from your throat.

“Speechless already, huh?” Crispin mumbles against your skin.

“Ngh! The wind girls weren’t lying, you two know what you’re doing,” you gasped, face flushed as you watched the Twins lavish their attention on your breasts.

“Shhh, stop changing the subject. Play along, or neither of us will make you cum,” he adds, pausing to give you a teasing lick, and resting his tongue on top of the hardened bud. On the other hand, Basilio is sucking like a starved babe while squeezing your still clothed behind.

You fake a scoff of indignation and grin. “Fine. I- oh fuck- want you two so much, I’ve been fantasizing for weeks.”

Basilio pauses to address you. “Describe them.”

You’re a little mortified, but the alcohol in your system pushes you to be bolder. “I imagined Basilio punishing me for ruining his shoes.”

“And how did he do that?” Crispin’s voice.

“He asked me to suck him off,” you start, and a pinch on your bottom from the subject of your fantasy tells you that he wanted to hear more details. “He fucked my face while pulling my hair and told me how good I was the whole time and that he forgave me.”

“What about me? What fantasies did you have?” Crispin asks again.

Your breath hitched in your throat but you pushed on. “Hearing how you scolded Basilio, I imagined you taking me from behind and saying the meanest, dirtiest things possible.”

The Twins looked at each other, and stopped, their lips leaving your breasts with a lewd pop. “You want to make them all come true?” Basilio asks.

Cheeks burning, you give them a curt nod.

The two of them lead you to the bed, where Crispin puts you on all fours, and he takes his place from behind. On the other hand, Basilio is standing near the edge of the bed, the bulge in his pants inches away from your face. You stare at it, licking your lips.

As you undid Basilio’s pants, he shrugs off his suit jacket and takes off his tie, then he takes off his dress shirt, revealing his abs and the trail of dark hair on his lower abdomen, disappearing into his briefs. From behind, you hear fabric shifting, then Crispin peels your panties off of you. He brings a gloved hand against your skin in a loud smack, making you cry out.

“Ah, wait, we need a safeword,” Crispin mentions, soothingly squeezing your skin.

“What about Eternos?” Basilio suggests, and Crispin cocks an eyebrow. “Wait, you mean, like the game?”

You stifle a laugh. “I’m fine with it,” you say to them, and they take it as a signal to continue.

The older twin dips a gloved finger between your folds, gathering your wetness, and tsked. “Look at you, already so fucking wet. You want this so much, huh?”

You nod frantically, then Basilio stills your head. “Open your mouth, baby. Tongue out.”

You oblige, and Basilio fishes his cock out of his briefs. Your eyes grow wider as you take in the sight of it; girthy, with a nice length, and a few veins running on the underside. You wonder if Crispin’s is the same. The twin in front of you lightly smacks his member against your tongue, and you proceed to lick it, running from the base to the tip, slicking it with saliva. You swirl your tongue around it, then try to slide it in your mouth as smoothly as possible.

As Basilio begins to breathe harder with each bob of your head, Crispin pulls your ass towards his face, and a choked moan escapes your lips as you feel his mouth on your heat, toying with your folds before he finally finds that sensitive nub. The older twin proceeds to lick and suck at it, eating you out like you’re the best damn meal of his life.

Meanwhile, you push a palm against Basilio’s thigh to make him pause, and before he can ask you if you’re fine, you take his balls in your mouth and fondle him with your tongue. Your hand pumps his neglected cock as you did so.

“Shit! Your mouth feels so damn good,” he hisses, breathing hard. When you take his dick back into your mouth, Basilio gathers your hair and uses it as a handle, watching his length disappear in your mouth over and over, his black eyes hazy with lust and his mouth whispering words of praise.

Crispin looks at his brother with a hint of envy, cock painfully hard against his trousers. He unzips it for relief, and proceeds to stroke himself as he continues to prepare you.

“Hey, Basilio, got any lube?”

“Um, there’s- ungh- a bottle of it under the pillow.”

“...you keep lube under your pillow? What the- and condoms? Can’t you put them in your drawers or something?”

Basilio doesn’t give his brother a response and focuses his attention on you. You gasp against his cock as you felt a cold, gloved hand prod against your asshole, and goosebumps formed on your flesh as you felt the cold lubricant smearing against your entrance. Crispin pushes his lubed thumb in, and you cry out in pleasure, your jaw opening wider for Basilio to claim. Then, two more fingers prod at your pussy, and you swear you can see stars as they slid in. The older twin toys with you while eating you out, and you feel a knot forming at the base of your stomach, threatening to uncoil at any moment.

You couldn’t take it. Basilio’s cock slides out of your mouth and you look over your shoulder, moaning and panting.

Crispin pauses from eating you out to ask you a question. “You’re gonna cum? You wanna cum on my fingers like the filthy slut you are?”

“Yes, please, please, let me cum,” you begged, and with a devilish smirk, Crispin dives right back in to finish the job.

You squeezed your eyes shut as the pleasure inside you exploded, shameless moans coming from your throat as your first orgasm hits you. Basilio watches the look of pleasure on your face as Crispin makes you cum, making his cock twitch.

“Now that’s how you please a woman,” Crispin teases, shooting his brother a challenging look while wiping your juices off of his face.

“Wait until it’s my turn,” Basilio replies, smirking.

Panting, legs wobbling, you didn’t get to rest as Crispin takes his cock and slides it in you. In front of you, Basilio cups your face and directs you back to his cock, smirking. “You’re doing so well, baby. You’re taking us like a champ, you know that?”

“Fuck,” Crispin hisses from behind you. “You like this, you little slut? You like being fucked by two cocks at the same time?” he asks you, each word punctuated with a hard thrust.

Now you’re really caught in the middle.

Basilio’s panting heavily now, his thrusts becoming erratic against your mouth. You know he’s close, and you brace yourself for what’s coming. Eyes screwed shut, he lets out a low groan as he spills inside of your mouth, his cum painting your tongue white. You try to swallow it all, but a few stray drops dribble down your chin. The younger twin cleans you up, and kisses you deeply, not minding his taste on your mouth. He sits on the bed to catch his breath, and allows you to rest on his thighs.

Behind you, Crispin begins to rut faster, his thumb still in your ass as he pounded you. You writhe and cry against Basilio’s lap, bracing yourself from each harsh thrust. The younger twin pets your hair, but he moves his hand away when Crispin pushes your head against his brother’s lap.

“Take it all of it,” Crispin groans. “Ungh, you make me so horny, you little slut.”

Not wanting to miss out on the fun, Basilio gets an idea.

“Hey, kuya. Hold her up.”

Crispin blinks before obliging his brother’s request, clamping a hand around your throat. “Is this fine?” he asks you, and you nod a few times. He tightens his hold and pulls you to his toned chest, your hair sticking to his skin from your sweat. Basilio kisses you, then latches on one of your breasts. One gloved hand fondles and pulls at your nipples, while the other moves south to stroke you.

“Ah! I think I’m gonna cum again…” you choked, face red and tears forming at the edge of your eyes.

“Say our names,” Crispin whispers against your ear in a low growl.

You mutter their names at first, but it turns to full blown cries as your climax fast approaches.

“Crispin! Basilio!”

It hits you so hard, your eyes roll to the back of your head. You cried shamelessly, and Crispin places a kiss on your open mouth, tongue slipping in and teeth clashing with yours. He pulls out and finishes on your back, cock resting between the valley of your cheeks, still half-hard.

The Twins move to clean you up, looking around for tissues and anything to wipe you with.

“So,” Basilio says. “One more round?”

Your eyes widen, and you look down to see that Basilio is hard again.

“How- what the fuck? What are you two?”

Crispin sighs. “Hannah and Amie never told you? We’re demigods.”

“We don’t get sick and our injuries heal really fast. Talagbusao is our dad,” Basilio adds, and you give him a disbelieving glare.

“You didn’t need to let that last detail slip out, gago,” Crispin berates him as he pulls you close to his muscular chest. He lay down on a pillow, one arm propping his head up.

After a few seconds of silence, you say something. “At least let me have some water first.”

“Right.”

The Twins stare at each other.

“One of us has to fetch it,” Crispin says.

“What? Why me?” Basilio complains, scratching his head.

“Because I’m older, and I’ve worked hard to give her two orgasms in a row.”

“Hey! I’m sure that last one was thanks to me.”

You groan, grabbing a pillow to cover your face. “Ugh, please don’t turn this into a competition about who made me cum the most. Just get me my water, pretty please, Basilio?”

At the request, Basilio smiles and dresses haphazardly to get it for you. “Don’t start without me.”

You close your eyes with a smile. Crispin buries his face against your hair and plays with it. “You have him wrapped around your finger, you know?”

You chuckle at the remark, and Crispin kisses your temple. “Just don’t hurt my little brother.”

“I have no intention of hurting either of you,” you tell him.

Basilio comes back with a pitcher and some glasses, and once everyone’s hydrated and ready, the night continues.

The Twins spoil you with their attention, hands roaming your body as they planted kisses on your skin. Basilio sucks on your collarbone, biting experimentally and leaving marks that would darken in the morning, which draws a whine from your throat. Not wanting to be outdone, Crispin kisses your back, then the back of your neck, and he found a sweet spot that made you moan at that place where your ear connects to your neck. Basilio observes this and does the same to the other side.

“Hey, um, can I do it in your ass?” Crispin whispers in your ear, almost sheepishly, and you stare at him for a few seconds before nodding.

“Sure. Be gentle. And use a condom.”

“Of course. You go on top. What’s our safeword again?” he asks you, testing your knowledge.

You roll your eyes and try not to laugh. “Eternos.”

“Good girl,” Basilio says.

Flipping yourself around, you lean into Crispin’s lap. “Here, let me help,” you say as you grasp his cock and start to pump. The younger twin behind you reaches for the lube and prepares your ass. You sigh with pleasure as you feel the cold sensation of the product on your skin. Crispin sighs as you slide his length between your lips, head bobbing up and down, and you feel him grow inside your mouth. You give the tip a small lick before doing the same thing you did to Basilio, cupping his balls with your mouth and fondling them with your tongue.

“I want you now,” Crispin rasps, tugging your hair to get you off of him.

You smirk, turning around to give him a great view of your ass. He reaches around for a condom, finds one, and tears the foil open. After sliding the rubber down his shaft, he positions himself against your hole, pressing against the tight ring of muscle. You wince in pain as he starts penetrating you, prompting him to squeeze more lube to relieve your discomfort.

“Relax,” Basilio instructs you, planting soothing kisses at your jaw. You did as he said and unclenched your muscles, entrusting yourself to the two of them.

As Crispin pushes past the ring of muscle, you sigh in relief, discomfort replaced with the feeling of fullness. You lean back into his hard chest, a soft sigh leaving your lips as he starts to move. Meanwhile, Basilio kneels between your legs, rubbing your clit with the head of his dripping cock, but he freezes before he slides it in.

“What?” you ask with concern.

“We’re out of condoms.”

“Just pull out,” you tell him with a strained voice, gasping as Crispin moves inside you.

“No, you don’t understand. We’re demigods. Our… um.. Yeah, we’re really potent.”

You smirk at him. “I’ll ask the girls for something in the morning,” you say against your better judgment. “It’s a risk I’m willing to take. Cum all over me.”

His cock twitches at your last suggestion.

“Ugh, Basilio, you’re really killing the mood here,” Crispin strains to say, holding you gently by the neck. “I pulled out too, remember? Make up your mind already. I wouldn’t mind having her to myself for now, though.”

“Not a chance,” Basilio retorts, sliding the tip of his cock past your folds and pushing inside.

A loud cry rips from your throat at the sensations, feeling stuffed to the maximum as two cocks start to pump inside you. Crispin’s grip on your neck tightens, while you tangle your hands through Basilio’s hair, pulling him closer and kissing him.

Soon, The Twins find a steady rhythm, syncing their movement so you can feel the full force of their thrusts. Basilio throws one of your legs over his shoulder and begins to massage your clit with his thumb, while Crispin fondles your breasts with his free hand, using the tip of his fingers to roll, squeeze, and pull at your nubs. With every thrust they give, you clench, drawing a groan from both of them as they felt themselves being squeezed by your muscles.

“Oh God,” you whine. “Fuck, you both feel so good.”

“Say our names,” Basilio growls, and you oblige.

You chant their names like a prayer, underscored by the slapping of skin as the Twins fucked both of your holes. Hearing their names only spurred them on, and their movements became more desperate, sweat rolling off of your bodies.

“Basilio! Crispin!”

Underneath you, Crispin gropes at your breast harder, beads of sweat rolling off of his forehead and dripping to your skin. “Your ass feels too good, I’m gonna cum,” he hissed between clenched teeth, and you silently thank Bathala that he’s near his limit. The lube is starting to wash off.

With a few more rough thrusts, he cums, shooting inside the rubber. Crispin cups your jaw and kisses you, deep and sweet, tasting your tongue. You’re on the verge of climax now too, and you give Basilio a desperate look. He understood what you meant.

The younger twin thrusts harder and faster while still rubbing that sensitive nub between your legs furiously, and the older one helps by stimulating your nipples once again. The bombardment of sensation is too much, and you feel white hot heat racing through your body as you cum one last time, voice hoarse as a throaty moan escapes past your open mouth.

The spasm of your muscles is enough to send Basilio over the edge too, pulling out of you and spilling his load all over the mound of your pussy, and your stomach. You feel Crispin slip out of you too. Basilio leans in to kiss you, almost tenderly, but still full of desperation, tongue and teeth.

After a quick cleanup and another drink of water, the three of you lay in a heap of limbs, exhausted. Crispin doesn’t shift at all, content on letting you lie next to him, while Basilio moves next to you, effectively sandwiching you between the two of them on the narrow bed.

Everyone is sated, and with your eyes growing heavy, you wanted nothing but sleep.

“So, who’s better?”

You don’t know who said it, but you raised your hand to give him a middle finger. “Tangina niyo, you’re both good. End of discussion. Now please let me sleep.”

Thank Bathala that they did.

The next morning, all three of you wake up sweaty, stinking, and really, really hungry.

“Good morning to you two,” you sigh, snaking your arms around theirs. Each of them gave you a kiss on your temple. “Damn, I’m starving,” you said, sitting up. “Let’s take a shower and grab something to e-”

Underneath the three of you, the bed’s legs give out, and a loud thud can be heard throughout the house. As you three scramble for purchase, frantic footsteps are approaching, and the door bursts open.

“What was that? Crispin is missing from his room and-” Hank blurts, toting his good ol’ triple barrel shotgun "Ama, Anak, at, Espiritu Santo". Funnily enough, when he sees the tangle of limbs before him, he utters the same words and quickly turns away. Alexandra arrives shortly after, gives them a quick glance, and shuts the door.

Breakfast with their bossing is filled with a mortifying quiet.

You barely touch your food, embarrassment burning your cheeks, and you shoot a glance at your twin lovers.

“Next time, lock the door,” Alex finally says, getting up from the table with a coffee in her hands. She’s too fucking exhausted to deal with this.

“It’s Basilio’s fault!” Crispin yells after her. Basilio made no attempts to defend himself, knowing that he forgot to lock the door again after he came back with the water.

Grumbling, you finally take a bite of your breakfast, jacket draped over your shoulders despite the heat to hide the bruises on your body. “The girls are gonna have a field day when they see me like this.”

“I need to replace the bed,” Basilio mumbles, stuffing his mouth with rice.

The three of you looked at each other, and laughed.

“So, see you next week?” Crispin asks with a smile, and Basilio gives you a pleading, doe-eyed look.

“Yeah. See you two next week.”

Translations for non-English speakers:

tropa: ground of friends. People you chill with

tangina niyo: Filipino profanity. Roughly translates to "you sons of bitches"

Ama, Anak, at Espiritu Santo: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. It’s Hank’s weapon’s actual name in the comics.

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crispinpata · 1 year

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Another one for our Team Trese in Japanese themed outfits last Otaku Expo Tanabata festival

#cosplay #team trese #trese #trese x reader #alexandra trese #crispin #basilio #the kambal #yukata #kimono

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eydi-andrius · 3 years

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THE KAMBAL - Trese meeting their S/O for the first time....

CRISPIN

You two first met when he saved you from an aswang attack in MRT

Since then, you keep meeting him in a dire situation caused by the lurking supernatural beings residing in Manila

Every damn time he’s there to save your unlucky ass

From then on, you earned the “Miss ‘Di Pinagpala” or Miss Unfortunate nickname from him

It’s very unlike Crispin to tease someone but saving you, every time you’re in danger, created an unexpected bond with him

Even his brother, Basilio was surprised when he initiated the teasing because his brother is known to be serious and quieter than him

He just can’t stop talking about you to his brother, Alex and Hank

He doesn’t know why but he just loves to keep talking about you to his family

Everything and every talk reminds him of you

He sounds like a guy who is truly, madly, deeply in love with someone

With the way he was talking about you, Basilio decided to tease his brother

“Wag na mag-talk. Ligawan mo na kasi.” (Stop talking, court her.)

At first, he denied that he likes her

Until for almost 2 months, he didn’t get a chance to see you

Oh boy, the word misses you was an understatement

He was worried about what if you’ve been kidnapped or worse died without him saving you

The Diabolical was filled with an anxious Crispin

On the other hand, during those months, you were busy doing your thesis and was outside Manila

So when the panel approved your thesis, you and your groupmates decided to celebrate the good news

But you can’t really enjoy the celebration because your mind was filled with thoughts of a clean cut black haired guy, with chiseled jaw and big round pitch black eyes demi-god which you never got a chance to see for a while

During the walk to the area where you intended to party, you got lost and separated from the group

Fuck right?

You walk around the area and tries to find your friends

The nickname given by Crispin worked like a charm, unfortunately, and you saw yourself in front of an Amalanhig

Instead of confronting the monster, you run

Until, you collided to a firm chest of someone who smells familiar

You looked up and saw the familiar diamond shape mask of tragedy

“Crispin!” you sighed in relief and he immediately took care of the Amalanhig

You heard footsteps behind him and saw Basilio

“Oh! Miss ‘Di Pinagpala! Kumusta? It’s been a while since we last saw each-”

Your attention was pulled back from Basilio when Crispin squeezed you

His mask disintegrate and he stares at you nervously

“Let’s go on a date. Kahit sa may Dimsum Treats lang sa Asturias.”

BASILIO

He always complains about your bakery’s pandesal

But in the mornings, he made sure to buy on your store for whatever reason despite the endless complaint from him

You scratched your head in irritation and tried to remember the first time you met this guy

You were new here in Manila

You came from the province with lots of stories about aswangs so when the monster tried to eat you, you stabbed the creature’s left eye and chopped it’s head off using the butcher knife you picked up while running away

That’s when you saw a figure wearing a black suit and diamond mask of comedy not far from where you fought the monster

His mask disintegrated and you got a chance to see his face

Slick long black hair, strong jaw, broad nose and pitch black eyes

The moment you saw him, you know something will change

But not like this though

The moment Basilio saw how you killed that aswang easily, he knew he likes you

It’s not always you’ll see a badass lady aside from bossing around here

And he knew trying to get your attention will be twice as hard as any girls he used to hook up with

Every time he tried talking to you, you just nod, hmmm, and ah uh

The only words which earned a reaction on you was when he complain about the pandesal you were selling

Since then, he made it a habit to complain and visit you early in the morning

He also insists on taking you out on a date many times

Which you always refuse because anyone on this street knew he was a huge flirt

It was so unlike him but he asked Hank how to court you and make you say yes for a date

Hank smugly and willingly helped him

That’s when you regularly receives flowers and hand-written letters from him everyday

The letter were mostly jokes and pick-up lines which Hank taught him to write

The gesture is so darn cute!!!

You can’t help but smile while reading them

Despite the added efforts, he stills complain everyday just to have a reason to see you

You’ve decided to finally give in

“Kapag sinabi mo na hindi rin masarap ang pandesal namin ngayon, wala kang mapapalang date sa akin.” (If you came here just to complain again, I will never say yes going out with you)

Basilio’s jaw dropped for a moment but he recovers quickly and shouted, “Ikaw ang may pinakamasarap na pandesal sa Manila! Sa sanlibutan at karit-an!”

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x-infernhoes-x · 3 years

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She’s My Collar- Basilio x Reader

Title: She’s My Collar

Genre: Romance, Smut, Porn with Plot

Warning(s): Mentions of Semi-Public Sex, Car Sex, Mentions of Alcohol, Implied Consent, Basilio nearly murdering someone because they spoke badly about you

Description: KAI IF YOU’RE READING THIS, THIS ONE’S FOR YOU AND ALL OF YOU BASILIO SIMPS

NOTE SOMETIME AROUND 3:00 AM YESTERDAY NAWALA YUNG ORIGINAL PUTANG INA I WAS THIS CLOSE ON FINISHING IT SHDJGFHJBDKJBSEDVGSJHGBKHGSFKJBGBKJGBJGLJBGWL AN HOUR’S WORTH OF WRITING G O N E AND I HAD TO REWRITE EVERYTHING I AM STRESSED AND DSBJKGBKJFSDGNB SO ENJOY.

4:31 AM NOTE UPDATE YESTERDAY: langya ayoko na. matutulog na nga ako, sakit na ng likod ko.

6:50 PM NOTE TODAY: I’M GOING TO FINISH THIS BEFORE MIDNIGHT COMES. ALSO, DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE KIDS!!

12:10 AM NOTE TODAY: The note above this one is a lie. I managed to continue this after family night lmao but enjoy still. Tried my best to make it gender-neutral as possible but yeah :’) I kinda failed successfully I think???

You and Basilio have been dating for quite some time now. Although he was a messy guy you made sure that you had his back and helped him out to work on how to keep his sloppy tendencies at bay and in turn he would shower you with love and affection that you would usually get from the demi-god of war. Basilio was the perfect guy, he was a sweet lad who made your lonely days better, he made sure that you were cared for in any shape or form and he always had your back in everything and he would give you anything you would ask for in the world. The two of you barely even fought and if you were to fight, it would be more of a joke one than an all-out screaming match. He was the best thing that has ever happened to you and you constantly thank Bathala for it and Basilio thought the same. The two of you were a match made in heaven.

Although despite your busy schedules keeping the two of you apart, you both made sure that you and your loving boyfriend would get the chance to hang out together. Often, you and Basilio would frequent the Diabolical together, just basking in each other's presence, tucked away in some booth Hank had reserved for the two of you, or sitting by the bar just chatting about each other’s day. You could recall Hank telling you that whenever you were around or that when someone ever mentions your name, Basilio seemed to calm down and would eagerly listen into whatever conversation had said your name. There was a time where Basilio nearly knocked someone’s teeth out because they were talking badly of you and it took Crispin, Maliksi, Hannah, Amie, Alex, and Hank himself to hold back the younger twin and prevent him from punching someone’s lights or teeth out or even prevent a murder from ever happening.

“Alam mo, (Y/N) pag naririnig ni Basilio na dadaan ka rito, parang siyang aso na di mapakali. Kulang nalang na magkaroon siya ng buntot e.” Hank joked as he was cleaning the freshly washed glass, watching Basilio flush red, face buried into his forearm as he groaned in response while you let out a small chuckle.

Now looking back, that memory seemed to be far away from you. Tonight happened to be your anniversary with Basilio and instead of a cozy night in, he wanted to do something different. Basilio wanted to take you out dancing and bar hopping around Bonifacio Global City’s luxurious bars (sometimes you wondered to yourself how the hell can Basilio afford this.) and maybe take you sight seeing around the place when you got the time. Pacing around your living room in your apartment, you were about to shoot him a text message when a knock at your door had interrupted you from doing so, nearly dropping your phone in the process. “Sandali lang!” you yelled to whoever was outside the door. If there was one thing you learned from dating Basilio, it was being vigilant. You had to make sure that the person on the other side of your door was your boyfriend and not some kind of Aswang or any malicious person who had a personal grudge against the twins and Alex. Taking a peek at the pee hole your door had, you were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend, Basilio grinning up at you as he waved. Instead of wearing his suit, Basilio was in his casual clothing for tonight, his long silken locks pulled back in a half-up, half-down man-bun.

Opening the door, you then welcomed him with open arms before proceeding to smack him playfully on his arm, an amused smirk on your lips as you opened your mouth to speak, your tone light and teasing, “Took you long enough! Siguro na-traffic ka no?” Basilio could only roll his dark eyes at you as he placed a loving kiss upon your head. “Hindi a, si Kuya Crispin kasi e, sobrang tagal niya sa banyo kaya ayun.” Pulling himself away from you, he then offered his arm for you to take with a grin, his head tilting towards the direction of the door as he spoke, “So ano? Tara na?” “Siyempre naman.”

After making sure your apartment was locked, the two of you went down towards the direction of the parking lot and took a couple few selfies inside the elevator, you and Basilio were off. While in the car, the both of you would scream along to the lyrics of Ang Huling El Bimbo by Eraserheads while in traffic. On your way to BGC, both of you were surprised to see Maliksi and his significant by the stoplight, taking the advantage of the long-ass stop to chat with the Prince of the Tikbalangs and his fiancé. Your conversation was cut short when the stoplight had changed from red to green, saying your goodbyes to each other as Basilio drove away to your very first destination, which was none other than XYLO at The Palace.

In all honesty, you’ve heard about this bar but it was the first time you got to enter the place itself. The both of you got lucky that the place wasn’t as packed and that you got there early before the actual party had started. Both you and Basilio then made your way over to the bar to grab your first drinks of the night. The two of you chatted for a while, occasionally nodding your heads to the beat of the song. After a while, the night seemed to kick in and both of you were already at what seemed to be your 3rd or 4th bar of the night, this time you and Basilio were jumping up and down to DJ Khalid’s song ‘All I Do Is Win’ before the both of you screamed along with the rest of the patrons, “Putang Ina, Alak Pa!” and time seemed to flow faster than ever as you and your loving boyfriend went in and about around BGC’s classiest bars, downing every single drink you two could manage and take or even dance along to the songs the bars provided while occasionally sharing a kiss here and there, not minding the reek of alcohol and sweat clinging on each other’s bodies as the two of you laughed.

Sometime around 10:30, you and Basilio were shitfaced to oblivion but both of you were used to it. You had lost count on how many drinks you’ve managed to down yet you and Basilio couldn’t care less, you were certain that you heard your phones ring but you two never got the chance to answer them because Basilio was busy doing body shots on you or you making out with your boyfriend in some hidden corner of the bar. You were starting to get the hint that after your little make-out session at Club Haze, he was focused on one thing and you knew what that meant, despite being inebriated out of your wits. So what do you do? Put on a show for him of course.

You knew Basilio was sitting by the bar because you told him you were going to use the bathroom to freshen up a little bit since the club felt a little bit humid. What he didn’t expect was you sashaying over to where the dance floor, the last notes of Nelly Furtado’s Maneater fading away only to be replaced by Doja Cat’s Streets. To you, the sound seemed to have slowed down and you weren’t sure because it was the alcohol’s effects taking over, nobody else in the club mattered but your boyfriend alone. The figures around you seemed to blur and Basilio was the only one you had your eyes on as your body moved to the beat, eyes half-lidded and lips slightly parted, and even from afar, you could see your demi-god of a boyfriend shuffle in his seat, his cheeks brightly flushed even under the lights of the dark club (yes, Basilio even tried to hide his raging boner from everyone but he was failing miserably). You knew that he was watching you closely like a predator ready to strike and even from afar you can tell that he was getting impatient with your games and that made you smirk. You knew that Basilio had a thing for Semi-Public sex and your several other experiences with him were proof of that, hell the two of you almost got caught one time and you were internally thankful that you weren’t. But tonight, Basilio’s going to abide by the rules of your own game and not his.

The opening bass beat from Beyonce’s Yonce/Partition was your cue to take things up a notch by making your way over to the bar where you had stood upon the counter (you had asked the bartender and the rest of the patrons who hung around the bar save for Basilio in advance and they seemed to agree with it just as long as you were careful) and made your way down the counter, hips sashaying and your body with every beat and drop before stopping to where he was, a smirk on your face, your hands running up from your thighs and right past your chest in a sensual manner, leaning in just so you could ghost your lips over Basilio’s eagerly waiting ones before pulling away with a wink. Once your little show was done and you had gone down from your counter with the help of the bartender you had just spoken to before making your way over to the dance floor once more to dance just as your song, She’s My Collar by Gorillaz began to play only to be caught short when you felt a hand grab you by the wrist.

Despite being drunk you were still smart and quick to retaliate towards whoever had grabbed you only to be surprised to be looking right directly at your boyfriend’s dark obsidian gaze, his breath slow and ragged and you knew you were in it for real this time the moment he said, “We’re leaving.” In a tone, you’ve never heard from him before and that seemed to send shivers and chills up your spine as he dragged you away from the bar to head right outside.

Honestly, the whole trip back to the car seemed to pass you by like a blur, you would occasionally stumble on your own feet, which prompted Basilio to sling you over his shoulder like you were nothing but a sack of potatoes (at least it gave you a perfect view of his ass). The moment you arrived at your car, however, you were thrown haphazardly into the backseat after Basilio had unlocked the door with ease and then entered the vehicle as well, quickly pulling you up on his lap where he locked his lips with you in a heated kiss, hands roaming around your body with such need and you could feel his erection straining against the fabric of his dark jeans. You were surprised at first but once the initial shock and surprise had worn off, you kissed him back as well with the same passion and need that he emulated from his kiss, your fingers and hands made a quick undo of his man-bun and top, hastily unbuttoning them, eager to touch the skin underneath it and leave marks on it. Basilio could only groan in response to your touches, his tongue exploring your mouth like uncharted territory, his hands groping your behind with such force that made you moan out his name, a quiet hiss of “Tangina.” Soon followed your surprise.

In your mayhem of desire and lust, you didn’t notice Basilio play Chase Atlantic’s song Devilish on the radio.

Clothes were thrown around and about in the space of the car and in that blur of clothing being discarded around, you were honestly surprised when Basilio had lifted up your lower half towards him, his lips trailing kisses down your stomach and thighs before his head disappeared in between your legs, bestowing you the best oral you’ve ever had received from him in your years of dating. You couldn’t thrash around with him holding you so tightly against his face as he went down on you but your hands were free to roam and tug at his long silken locks, his name spoken like a prayer and just as you were about to reach your peak, he had pulled away from you, a sadistic yet innocent smirk placed upon his now glistening chin and lips coated in your slick as he spoke, “Not yet, babe.” Winking at you, he gingerly set you down before he leaned over to where his now discarded jeans were as he pulled out his wallet, fishing out a condom and a small pack of lube for him to use. Once the foil was open and the rubber was on his already hard dick, he then proceeded to open the pack of lube, rubbing it on his length before instructing you to get on your hands and your ass up for him.

And by Bathala you began to see stars the moment he had entered you. Your nails seemed to dig on the dark leather surface of the car’s upholstery, your back arched to the extreme and you were certain that you could feel Basilio trailing kisses along the expanse of your neck, shoulders, and back, his hands guiding you on his length while yours snaked around to reach for him, tilting your head sidewards to catch his lips in an open-mouthed kiss, his manhood still relentless at fucking you senseless and in between the thrusts and moans, you were thankful that the windows were tinted from the outside or else the two of you would’ve been caught. Throughout the whole night, you two spent it by doing it on every single surface inside the car, doing every single position the two of you could think of, taking each other to new heights with every pose the two of you did, and yes, let’s just say you were sore the morning after that.

Once the morning came around, the two of you were still naked and you were sure that after your last round with your loving boyfriend, you felt the waves of your hang-over wash over you like a wave, making you groan out in pain. Everything was sore with you and your body was littered with hickies, bruises, and scratch marks while Basilio, who had his healing factor with him thanks to his demi-god status, was relatively unscathed but he did have some hickies of his own to present to the world. Shuffling, you gently nudged Basilio awake as you spoke, “Babe, anong oras na??”

At your action, your boyfriend, still groggy from sleep, could only groan at this, his hand reaching out to search for his mobile phone to check the time. Squinting, he then saw the time on his phone but the color on his face seemed to drain the moment he saw several missed calls and messages from his twin brother and the Babaylan-Mandirigma herself. “SHIT!” Basilio managed to cry out of sheer panic, his head accidentally hitting against the roof of the car, making him hiss even more, hands holding the spot where he had hit his head. “Lagot tayo kay Bossing, (Y/N), kagabi pa niya tayo tinatwagan kasama ni Kuya Crispin.” At the mere mention of Alex and Crispin’s name, you seemed to understand the sense of urgency before the two of you began to clean up the car, dressing up as you did so, attempting to make yourselves look more presentable and cover the tracks from yesterday’s events. Once done, Basilio was driving like a speeding madman in a rush to head back where his brother and Alex were at.

It took him at least an hour to arrive at their destination with Alex taking the role as today’s designated driver while Basilio sat in the back with his brother. “San ba kayo galing? Kagabi pa namin kayo tinatawagan ni Crispin, (Y/N), Basilio. Ano ba nangyare, ha?” Alex spoke, her eyes flickering over to where Basilio was, sheepishly scratching the back of his head as he spoke, “Sensya na ho, Bossing. Nag-sight seeing kasi kami ni (Y/N) kagabi tas nag-bar hoping kami tas pagkatapos nakatulog kami dito sa kotse.” A little doubtful of this, Alex could only glance at you from the corner of her eye, expecting for you to react but you held your emotions close to your heart as you spoke, “Totoo po yung sinasabi ni Basilio, bossing. Di po naming sadya na di kayo replyan ni Crispin. Di na po mauulit.” Nodding, Alex then excused the both of you and the car ride was silent, save for the fact that the radio was playing Last Friday Night by Katy Perry. You did feel a little bit cold however and you couldn’t help the fact that something was missing until Crispin screamed out in surprise, horror, and disgust, finally noticing the thing you were missing. Ah shit. “TANGINA BASILIO, ANO TO!?!?!” Crispin managed to yell out, holding up your lace underwear for everyone in the car to see with Basilio quickly snatching the piece of clothing away from his brother, tucking it in his pocket before he responded, “ANONG-ANO KA DIYAN KUYA!?! WALA KANG NAKITA!!”

You silently prayed to Bathala for him to forgive you but you were sure as hell Alex won’t. You made a mental note to not ever do it in the car you guys use for missions ever again.

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thera-daydreams · 3 years

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INDAY

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[Crispin/Basilio/Maliksi/Dominic x Skymaiden!Reader]

01: Noon at Ngayon (Link)

02: Ang Kambal na Anak ni Datu Talagbusao, Diyos ng Digmaan (✓)

03: Ang Prinsipe ng Mga Tikbalang (Link)

04: Ang Pinuno ng Mga Aswang (Link)

05: (Link) 06: (Link) 07: (Link)

02: Ang Kambal na Anak ni Datu Talagbusao, Diyos ng Digmaan

"It's been three years, Inday," Gabay told you one day, morphing into a white butterfly on your shoulder. It was 5:28AM in Hanoi, and the sun was only beginning to rise; the morning light just beginning to peek through the curtains of your current residence, which you stayed in alone since it was only fit for one person. Thus, you often had your peace in the early hours of the day. The only sounds that could be heard were the chirping of the birds outside, instrumental Bossa Nova music playing from your phone, and your kettle whistling on the stove.

"Since what, Gabay?" you asked curiously, pouring the boiling water into your glass mug filled with coffee grounds. You sighed happily, inhaling the rich, familiar aroma of roasted beans. It felt like it was enveloping you in warmth... and caffeine. You'd drink that matcha powder you bought tomorrow. For now, you wanted to feel like you were in your own personal café.

"Since you left the Philippines to volunteer around in Asia," Gabay replied, thin wings fluttering.

"Hala, talaga? It's been three years?" Honestly, it felt like forever. Figuratively and literally.

"Aren't you homesick?"

"Well, yeah," you began, stirring your coffee. "I am, but I call my mom every other day. You know that already. Besides, I like traveling and volunteering! Ito na ang naging buhay ko."

"Yes, but so is fighting evil supernatural creatures all over Asia," Gabay pointed out with a grin. "From how successful they've gone, I've taught you well in martial arts and battle strategies. Your spiritual powers have majestically matured, too." They gave themselves a pat on the back. "All those years in the Timeless Realm have paid off, haven't they? Such great memories we've made there."

You begged to disagree, shuddering as you recalled the mental and physical trauma you had gone through in that realm. It was centuries' worth of training and by Bathala, you never ever wanted to undergo that again. You'd rather go broke than repeat that experience one more time. Gabay was usually a good person, but they were a vicious mentor to you. And by vicious, I mean drill-sergeant-and-not-being-able-to-feel-your-body-for-weeks type of vicious. You could still feel phantom pains and the terrible soreness in your muscles from being beaten up in the Timeless Realm (before shortly being healed or forced to heal by Gabay). It was hell, and that's why it felt like forever since you were in your home country.

But you understood their reasons behind it. You were the only remaining biraddali left, after all. It was a must for you to be able to defend yourself against whatever enemy you might face in the future.

"Gabay naman, eh. Why are we talking about this? Ang aga-aga pa para pag-usapan 'to," you frowned, shrugging off the butterfly on your shoulder and adding sweeteners to your drink. They shifted into a white, chubby cat right beside your coffee mug.

"Inday, I'm just saying that it might be time for you to go home," Gabay advised, their feline tail waving side to side. "You've done your part in volunteering, but you're more needed somewhere else."

You mulled it over as you sipped your coffee, the steam hitting your face directly, "But... I don't think I'm ready to go home, especially not after knowing what I am. Who knows what's waiting for me there?"

"Mga kalaban at mga taong gustong patayin ka, that's for sure."

"Gabay!" you glared at them.

"What? Totoo naman, iha. Sa tingin mo magdidiriwang ang mga demonyo sa pagbalik mo? You think they'll hold a welcome home party for a heavenly being with open arms?" Gabay snorted, making you roll your eyes. "As if."

"Ang sungit mo naman, as usual," you pouted. They've always been like that. "You know, when I first met you, akala ko ako ang magiging susunod na Birheng Maria. Ginamit mo pa ang linyang do not be afraid. Buti nalang 'di ako nahimatay sa takot!"

"You're not the Virgin Mary, but you might as well have the same purity she had, even if you're not sinless and you're a pain in the neck sometimes," they shared to you, stretching their limbs and laying down on the wooden dining table like a real cat. You sweatdropped at their bluntness, but they continued to talk. "That holy power you possess will attract and be feared by many. Be careful."

You groaned, covering your eyes, "Okay, okay. You've told me that a hundred times already. Gets ko na, gosh. Para kang sirang plaka."

Gabay smirked (which was weird since they were currently a cat). You stood up, opening the fridge to see what you could make... only to cringe, knowing how your mentor-now-cat would react.

"... So, what do you think of having leftover phở for breakfast?"

"Again?" they complained childishly, a complete 180⁰ from their normally mature personality. "Didn't we have that yesterday?"

"I can just reheat it! Sayang kung 'di kakainin." Gabay scowled at your reply.

If there was one thing you knew about Gabay, it was that they were awfully picky with their food. They also didn't like having the same food twice in a row. You didn't know that guardian spirits (or whatever Gabay was) could eat living food, but they did when they wanted to. And it gave you a headache. Choosy si bes at ang bilis niyang magsawa sa pagkain.

"Sheesh, ikaw talaga," you ranted, pulling out the bowl of phở from yesterday along with other ingredients. "You always tell me to remember my blessings but you keep forgetting that having any food available is a blessing itself! Hypocrite."

They indignantly turned their head away from you and your nagging, looking like a stubborn toddler who wouldn't eat their vegetables. You placed a hand on your cocked hip, narrowing your eyes at the uncompromising white cat.

"O, sige. Gagawan na nga kita ng bún chả giò. Ang arte ng pusang 'to," you huffed, reaching out to grab a knife and mincing vegetables. "Sosyal na sosyal ka, ha. I may be your ward but I'm not your personal restaurant! You should be thankful I'm cooking for you!"

"Whatever," Gabay scoffed, changing the topic. "Also, the organization is going to make its volunteers rotate around countries again next week. Are you planning on continuing to Brunei this time?"

You stopped in chopping, glancing at them, "I thought you wanted me to go back to the Philippines?"

"I do," Gabay responded, shrugging. "But in the end, you're the biraddali and I'm just your guide. I can't tell you what to do."

"... If I do go back to the Philippines," you wondered. "I don't think I want to go to Manila yet. The news says it's just so hectic there right now. I want to stay with my mom first."

Before you knew it, Gabay had turned your laptop on and had already started searching for flights from Hanoi to other cities in the Philippines. How they did it with cat paws, you didn't know. "Well, if ayaw mong pumunta ng Maynila, we can book a flight to Clark, Cebu, or Davao. You choose, Inday."

For a moment, you thought about it, then slowly nodded, making your decision according to the city closest to your province.

You would later go back to the Philippines after three long years of evading (and accepting) your true nature. Then after that, you ended up making up for lost time with your mother in the province. Heck, you even introduced her to Gabay, your shapeshifting, floating ball of light and mentor.

Only then did she realize that her late friend Miranda was right with her visions all along. You were born for the spiritual world. You were always meant for it, being the last biraddali.

"Huh, that explains it," your mom said one morning as you exited your childhood bedroom. You had just revealed to her last night what you'd actually been doing with Gabay all over Asia, aside from volunteer work. She hadn't said a word to you after that... until this morning.

"Explains what?" you asked anxiously. Were you going to get disowned today? You sure hoped not.

"When I was almost three months pregnant with you, the doctor said that you died in my womb. They lost the heartbeat," she shared sadly, grasping your hands. "After that, I tried to cope with the fact I wasn't pregnant anymore, which was hard to accept since you were the only thing your father left for me before he died. Miranda was with child, too, and I couldn't help but feel a little envious of her even if she was my friend."

"You never told me this before, Ma," you breathed out slowly, watching her eyes become glassy.

"I didn't because miraculously, when I was supposed to have miscarried, the doctors gave me an ultrasound for my continued nausea and there you were growing in my belly, completely strong and healthy! I could still remember hearing your heartbeat again and I can tell you that in that moment, I said that God must have sent me one of His angels from heaven. Totoo nga pala." She wiped her tears away, shaking her head. "Angel, skymaiden, biraddali—it doesn't matter. As it turns out, you really are from up there, my dear." She cupped your cheeks, staring into your eyes, so similar to her own. "But I wouldn't have it any other way. Ano mang nangyari o mangyayari, anak kita at hindi 'yan magbabago. You are my miracle and my greatest gift. You always will be."

For one year, you stayed with your mom. You also traveled around the country with her, making memories everywhere. As much as you hated it, she wasn't as young as you remembered her to be as a child and before you left for college, as well as your international charity work. You wanted to cherish the time you had left.

Tonight, she was watching the news on television, looking unusually focused. Gabay, on the other hand, was spending their time as a caterpillar and napping on your mom's indoor potted plant.

"Ma?" you asked, brushing your fingers through your sleeping dog's fur as it slept on your lap. "What's wrong?"

Your mom shook your head, "Wala naman, 'nak. It's just that all these mysterious disappearances and attacks in Manila keep rising. There's no doubt there's something supernatural behind it."

At her honest confession, you grew concerned. Your hometown and the region around it had its own fair share of supernatural occurrences, but it was nothing compared to the mess happening in the capital city. You did your best to help eliminate the bad stuff in your province alongside Gabay, but for the most part, you kept your identity and existence low-key. Despite this, there was a high chance the mystical world was starting to suspect your renewed presence in the country. You held your breath anxiously as the reporter continued to describe the victims' descriptions. Even Gabay had woken up from his nap, listening to the news.

"Y/N, anak," your mom grabbed your hand, squeezing it. She turned to you with a sorrowful, but accepting smile. "I think it's time for you to return to Manila. People need you."

"Pero 'Nay, ikaw lang maiiwan dito sa bahay—" you tried to say, closing your eyes. She cut you off.

"It's okay," she assured you. "It'll be like when you were abroad. We can call each other every other day."

"Ayokong iwan ka, Ma," you exhaled shakily, refusing to leave your home again. "Not again."

"But you have to, my love. And I don't blame you for it."

As much as you hated it, she was right. The censored, black-and-white videos of the mangled bodies being displayed on television was enough proof of it.

That was how you ended up in the bustling, traffic-ridden streets of Manila again, starving and looking forward to getting to your hotel. You hopped off the bus, keeping your bags close to you and looking for a place to eat. It was already late afternoon when you arrived, and in the entire duration of your travel all you had for lunch were a pack of Hansel biscuits with a few pieces of Snowbear and Flat Tops the vendors sold along the way.

So you were really hungry, and the smell of sizzling sisig lured you to the first karinderya you were able to see.

"Gutom na gutom na ako, Gabay," you muttered to thin air, rubbing your growling belly. "You're so lucky you can just disappear and reappear whenever you want. I don't even know why you bother eating since you're a spirit."

There was no response, but you didn't mind it, instead paying the lady to give you a cup of rice and that sisig she was making. You flopped down on a nearby table, setting your bag on the chair beside it and gobbling up your very late lunch (early dinner?).

"Ang sarap po ng luto niyo, Aling," you praised the lady as you ordered another cup of rice. She grinned at you.

"Dapat lang, o malulugi ang negosyo ko," she laughed, putting more rice on your plate. "O, kumain ka pa, iha. Pang-hapunan na yata mo 'to."

Your eyes crinkled with your smile, "Oo nga, Aling. Natagalan po kasi ako sa biyahe, eh. Salamat!"

As you enjoyed your meal, from the corner of your eye, you saw a guy in yellow jersey eyeing you creepily. You gave him a weirded-out look as you mixed more toyo in your sisig.

Nagstaredown pa kayo.

"Ano kayang problema nito. May masamang balak ata 'to," you muttered to yourself, chewing. Your mistake was the moment you started drinking some soda to make the food go down better. Why? Because the little shit decided to snatch your bag of belongings. And run away with it.

"Hoy!" you exclaimed angrily, standing up. The chair you sat in tumbled to the floor.

"Ay, magnanakaw!" the Aling beside you shouted. "Magnanakaw! Habulin niyo!"

You grumbled, gulping down the last of your soda. You really should've known better. This was Manila, after all. It was full of pickpockets and snatchers. But did that stop you? No. Of course not. You actually chased the pesky little thief down.

"Ibalik mo 'yan sa akin! Lagot ka sa'kin kapag nahuli kita! You piece of sh—" you yelled, running down the road quickly. You even managed to jump over a table two men were using while drinking. The height you jumped was high, too. Luksong-baka and Chinese garter are shooketh (it was a perk of the training you had with Gabay).

Meanwhile, two identical-looking men in tailored grey suits and white ties watched nearby, very surprised at the sight of a young lady around their age chasing down a snatcher, skillfully evading people, jumping over obstacles, and climbing over metal fences.

"Uy, parkour. Ang galing, ah. Sana all," Basilio commented to his brother as they were waiting for the barbeque to be cooked. They wanted to buy something to snack on before they had to go back to work again.

Thieves weren't an unusual sight in this place, but a young girl with a big backpack actually catching up with one was a sight to see. The thief whirred past them on the other side of the road, with you following rapidly and shouting. But then the smell of grilling barbeque momentarily distracted you, and you skidded to a stop, sniffing for the source of the smell.

That allowed you to see two tall, attractive guys with dark hair and dark eyes (and by dark eyes, meaning black scleras). You wouldn't judge them, though, even if they were clearly non-human. They were probably twins, given how similar they looked like. Strangely, they were wearing long-sleeved formal wear in the tropical Philippine heat. You wondered how they were faring in this humid weather.

Still, you wouldn't lie, they looked good in it. Really good. Pormadong-pormado kahit parang impyerno na sa bansang ito. It was admirable to see the lengths they would go to look fashionable, pero bodyguards ata sila. Gwapo nga lang talaga kaya inakala mong model.

"Nice fit," you pointed out, impressed. "I like your vibe. It's cool." Not cool meaning malamig, because it obviously wasn't, but you get the point.

They blinked at you. Were you really complimenting them while the thief who stole your stuff was running farther away?

"Thanks...?" the duo answered, a bit confused.

"Luto na ba 'yan, Kuya?" you asked the vendor, who was fanning the grilling meat.

"Malapit na, Ma'am," he answered.

"Magkano po?" you asked, instinctively reaching into your bag for your wallet, before remembering your current predicament. "Ay bwis—my money!"

"Miss, 'yung bag mo," Crispin kindly reminded your distracted self.

"Oo nga pala. Pero ang bango, huhu..." You sulked, longingly staring at the barbeque then running off even faster than you did before, full of determination and new motivation. The thief was already far, but could still be seen. You'd catch up to him like your life depended on it. For the barbeque!

"'Yung bag ko!" you screeched. "Humanda ka sa'kin!"

Back where the twins were, the vendor began to hand them their sticks of barbeque.

"Uy, Kuya Crispin, sino kaya 'yun?" Basilio asked his older brother, munching on the meat.

The other twin shrugged, watching your figure become smaller and smaller in the distance, "Ewan ko, Basilio."

"... She's kind of pretty. Type ko. Type mo rin ata." Although you were only wearing an old, oversized plain white tee tucked into a pair of baggy, faded jeans, that escapade they just saw of you doing acrobatics and running like a trackstar was... well, wow. Plus points to you.

Apart from that, there was also something about you that they just couldn't put their finger on.

At that moment, the snatcher came running back in the direction the twins were in. With a last burst of speed, you tackled the guy and took back your stolen duffle bag, raising your hand to hit him.

"Ikaw, gigil na gigil na ako sa'yo! Grr!" you growled, settling for flicking him painfully instead of hitting him.

"Hindi ba tinuro ng nanay—" One flick to the left ear. "—mo sa'yo—" Another flick to the right ear. "—na bawal magnakaw!? Hm!?" A flick to the nose. "O ano, masakit ako pumitik, no? Halika nga rito! Isa pa, o!" You flicked his forehead. "Hindi ka pa ba nakakanood ng Dora the Explorer? Sabi nga Swiper no swiping, 'di ba! Kakaladkarin kita!"

The twins just stared, very entertained at the scene unfolding a few feet away from them. They were witnessing a comedy-action film right before their eyes for free!

"The more important question is, paano niya nahuli ang magnanakaw?" Crispin remarked. His brother chortled.

"Oo nga, no? One in a million chance 'yan dito sa Maynila, haha! Ang astig ni ate!"

You dragged the snatcher by his ear painfully, going back to the barbeque grill. Oddly enough, the non-human twins you saw were still there.

"Hello. Alam niyo po ba kung saan ang pinakamalapit na pulis? O ang barangay tanod?" you asked the vendor in a much sweeter tone compared to how you were chiding the robber. However, it was one of the tall men who answered you.

"Malapit lang dito, Miss," Basilio chimed in. "If you want, we can take you there."

You were unaware of it, but the guy was shooting his shot. Crispin folded his arms, a bit irked that his little bro did it first.

"Talaga? You'd do that?" you beamed, adjusting your hold on the duffle bag (but making sure that your hold on the struggling thief's ear was secure).

"Sure, why not? Kilala rin naman namin ang kapitan sa estasyon," Crispin quickly offered, looking at what you were carrying—a heavy-looking backpack on your back, a stuffed duffle bag on your right arm, and the snatcher with your left index finger and thumb (say it with me, you are a multitasking queen—yes, you are). "Uh, Miss, do you want me to take the bag or the robber?"

Your half-scary, half-nice smile only widened, "Oh, no. I can handle both. I don't want to bother you even more. Just lead me to the nearest police station."

Okay. That confirmed it. You were a very strong, independent woman. And by Bathala were you captivating, especially up close.

"Ay! Sandali lang! Before we go..." You turned to the Manong who was selling barbeques, holding up four fingers with your right hand. "Apat po. Pakibalot nalang."

You didn't even get to finish your meal in the karinderya. The thought alone made your pinch the thief's ear even harder.

"Ikaw talaga, nasayang tuloy ang binili kong sisig at extra rice! Pinatakbo mo rin ako na gutom pa! Kapal ng mukha mo."

Anyways, it didn't really matter because while heading towards the station, you ended up getting distracted (again) and giving away your barbeque to a street child you encountered.

"Yup. Definitely my type," Basilio confirmed with a self-assured nod, now holding the struggling snatcher captive with his arm. "Matapang, pero mabait din."

Crispin was more quiet about his initial attraction, observing how you went out of your way to go back to the eatery you ate in to actually buy the kid a full meal. You may only have met an hour or so ago, but he could already tell that you had a good heart.

You silently sat on the monoblock chair, your two heavy bags of belongings beside you, as the two men in suits spoke to someone inside their office. You couldn't see their face, but all seemed to be going well. Another policeman—a nice one in glasses named Lieutenant Tapia, from his uniform tag—had already handcuffed the snatcher and transferred him to a cell, so all you had to do was actually file the complaint and sign other paperwork.

The twins exited the office, followed by a man who seemed vaguely familiar. Someone from your younger childhood. Oh! You remembered now. That was—

"Sergeant Guerrero?" you blurted out with wide eyes. Said man halted, scrutinizing you from head to toe.

Then, the resemblance hit him.

"Inday?" he realized. "Ikaw ba 'yan?" You stood up, beaming and giving him a brief hug.

"Opo!" you replied happily. "Ikaw na pala ang kapitan sa lugar na 'to! Congratulations for the promotion!"

"Ahahaha," he laughed heartily. "Matagal na 'yun, Inday. Pero salamat. Ginagawa ko lang ang trabaho ko. Ang laki mo na, iha!"

The twins' gazes alternated between you and the older policeman. "Magkakilala kayong dalawa?"

"Si Y/N ang nag-iisang anak ng dating katulong nina Anton at Miranda," Captain Guerrero explained, patting your head. "Ang likot ng batang 'to kasama si Alexandra dati! Hinding-hindi mo sila mapapaghiwalay!"

"Huh? Kilala mo rin si bossing?" Crispin inquired.

"Bossing? You mean Alex?" you clarified with a smile. "Oo naman! I was her childhood best friend! Pero bumalik kami ni Mama sa probinsya pagtapos namin ng elementarya. Isang dekada na ata ang nakalipas. I haven't seen Alexandra in years."

"Whoa," Basilio muttered. He hadn't imagined that their boss would have a girl best friend since she seemed like an introverted lone wolf. But he and his brother could see what you guys had in common in spite of your different personalities—both of you were badass.

"Kumusta na pala ang nanay mo, Inday?" Guerrero asked. "Pati na rin ang lolo't lola mo."

"Ah, matagal nang pumanaw sina lolo't lola. When I was in second-year highschool, if I remember right," you shared, a hint of sadness on your face. "Pero si Nanay, very healthy, don't worry! I'll tell her I met you today. Bago lang po kasi ako nakadating sa siyudad kanina."

"Ba't ka nandito sa Maynila, if I may ask?" Basilio queried.

You paused, wondering if you should tell these two strangers. Guerrero seemed to trust them fully, and they seemed affiliated with Alexandra by they addressed her, but besides their first names and knowing that they weren't human, you were clueless about them.

Seeing your hesitation and immediately understanding why, Crispin butted in.

"Sorry, that was rude. Hindi pa kami nagpapakilala," he politely apologized. In your mind, you quietly fawned at how gentlemanly he was. "Ako si Crispin at ito ang kapatid ko, si Basilio. And no, our mom's name wasn't Sisa. It was Ramona, actually. May she rest in peace."

"As you can see, kambal kami," Basilio added with a charming smile. You smiled back. He seemed like a genuinely nice and fun person. "Anak din kami ni Datu Talagbusao... so yeah, demigods." Crispin elbowed him for that second to the last comment, but otherwise waited for your response.

You held out your hand to them for a handshake, "Y/N L/N. Pwede niyo rin akong tawaging Inday, 'yun kasi tawag nila sa akin dati. Nice to meet you!"

When they shook your hand, you noticed theirs was much larger. More calloused, but warm. The contact was fleeting, yet delightful (not only for you, but for them, too—unbeknownst to you).

You scratched your opposite arm, "And actually, bumalik ako sa Maynila kasi... uh, naghahanap ako ng trabaho. Hindi ako kalahating diyos tulad niyo, pero—"

"—Siya ang huling biraddali," a voice behind you answered. Gabay materialized out of thin air into a floating ball of light, the same form they assumed when you first met them. The men were shocked (and a little terrified).

Oh God, here we go again.

"Biraddali?" Guerrero, Basilio, and Crispin simultaneously voiced out.

"Aren't those creatures extinct already?" Basilio murmured to his brother, who was asking the same question in his mind. They knew their Filipino mythology, and this was one thing that they thought had actually faded into a myth.

"As far as I know."

"Gabay!" you scolded. "You can't just appear out of nowhere like that. You could give someone a heart attack! Parang mahilig ka na masyadong manakot ng tao!"

"Akala ko ordinaryong tao lang kayo ng nanay mo, Inday?" Guerrero said, baffled. Did he remember wrong?

"Well... tama ka naman po." You sweatdropped. This was going to be hard to explain. "But four years ago, something happ—"

Slam!

The door of the police station opened, revealing a certain girl you hadn't seen for over a decade already. She looked so different—much more mature now—but also so similar to how you remembered her.

"Boys, I've been looking for you two all evening! Hindi niyo rin sinasagot ang mga tawag ko at—"

"Alex?" you spoke first, hopeful that she would recognize you.

She turned around to see you (and a floating ball of glowing light). The cogs were turning in her head. You could see it in her eyes that it was registering to her who you were.

Before you knew it, you were encased in a tight hug, leaving you breathless.

"Y/N!"

Alexandra Trese always did give lung-crushing hugs, even as a kid.

The twins were startled at the uncharacteristic reaction of their boss, who was usually more distanced and definitely not clingy.

"Y/N! You're here! How, what—teka lang, ba't ka nandito sa Maynila?" Alex pulled away from the hug with a concerned look on her face, thoughts in disarray. "And who's this guy?"

Gabay was just there levitating, watching the scene unfold.

You had a hell of a lot of explaining to do. And from the looks of it, your real identity won't be so low-key anymore. But you did ask Captain Guerrero if you could borrow one of the more private interrogation rooms so that you and Gabay could tell your story there.

God knows what was listening around you. You wanted to at least minimize the gossip in the world of the occult that had already begun brewing the moment you stepped back on Philippine soil.

"And yeah," you concluded thirty minutes later, fidgeting with the zipper of your backpack and not looking any of them in the eye. "All the news of weird attacks in the capital got Mama and I kind of worried. Honestly, hindi pa rin ako nakakapaniwala that it led me to you guys on my first day back in Manila."

"Perhaps it was destiny," Gabay suggested, chuckling.

"Sana nga tadhana," Basilio muttered, before being elbowed by a glaring Alexandra. "Ouch, bossing."

"Stop hitting on her," the youngest Trese hissed as Gabay explained further your heritage as a skymaiden and why it could make you a possible target of other malevolent creatures of the night.

"So you have combat experience fighting off bad monsters... internationally?" Crispin repeated. You nodded at the demigod. "That's awesome!"

"Walang awa 'tong si Gabay sa pagsasanay ko," you replied with a pout, rubbing your shoulder. "Their training nearly killed me!"

"That's the point, idiot," your guardian spirit rolled their eyes, fading away once more. "For you to get experience. Okay, the explaining part is done. Aalis na ako. Bye."

It suddenly dawned unto Basilio. "Oooooh, kaya pala naabutan mo ang snatcher. Ang bilis-bilis mong tumakbo, Miss Y/N!"

Suddenly, your phone notification jingle played. You checked the message, realizing what time it is.

"Hala, alas ocho na pala! I gotta go," you exclaimed, standing up so quickly you felt slightly dizzy. All those detours to buy that kid some food and the processing of the criminal complaint made you lose track of time. Your storytime, too, took up a chunk of time.

"Do you have a place to stay yet, Y/N?" Alexandra asked worriedly. "You know you can stay with me if you need to."

You waved your hands sheepishly, "Oh no, I couldn't possibly, 'Lex." You grabbed your duffle bag. "Magtataxi nalang ako papunta sa hotel ko—"

"Gabing-gabi na, Miss Y/N," Basilio said with a frown. "It's dangerous."

"Hatid ka nalang namin," Crispin proposed smoothly. Looks like he and his brother had the same idea (twin telepathy much?). But they weren't just saying it to make a pass at you. They were fully aware of the things that went bump in the night; they'd do the same for any lady who needed to go home safely.

"As much as I know that you can defend yourself, it's better to be safe than sorry," Alexandra said, a tiny smile on her face. "Especially with what's happening around the city right now. Delikado kung wala kang kasama. Pagod ka na rin siguro galing sa biyahe mo."

"Ah," you sweatdropped. "Kasama ko naman si Gabay."

"But how long will you be staying in your hotel?" Guerrero asked. "Mag-ingat ka, Inday. Nakakakuha kami ng mga reports ng inserted cameras in hotel rooms."

"Three nights po ang rineserve ko," you answered, slinging your backpack over one shoulder. "My original plan was to um, look for a small but good apartment to rent here in Manila. Or kahit kwarto or dorm lang, hehe... then also look for a part-time job, if possible."

"May ekstrang kwarto naman sa bahay, bossing, 'di ba?" Crispin turned to Alexandra, who nodded.

"Edi dun ka na lang, Miss Y/N!" Basilio added. "Mahihirapan kang maghanap ng matitirahan dito sa Maynila, lalo na ngayon. Everything is too expensive here!"

"Eh, nabayaran ko na ang hotel room and they have a no refund policy," you laughed. "Pero kung wala pa akong makita after my hotel stay expires, sige, I'll contact you, 'Lex. Either way, thank you, guys."

"My offer is open anytime, Y/N," Alexandra said, crossing her arms. "And besides, kwarto niyo 'yun ni Tita dati. Buti nga hindi namin 'yun binigay kay Basilio, kaya wala talagang nagalaw sa dati niyong kwarto."

"Ang baho pa naman ng kwarto ni Basilio ngayon," Crispin interjected, snickering.

"H-Hoy!" Basilio stammered. "Hindi kaya—fine, oo nga. I admit it." He bowed his head in surrender. You giggled.

"Sige. Una na ako, Alex," you bid them goodbye.

"Let the twins drive you there!" your childhood best friend insisted, already tossing Crispin the keys to the car.

"Ah—ikaw, Alex? Hindi ka sasama?"

"I still have something to discuss with Captain Guerrero regarding a case. Don't worry, even if they're a pain in the ass, I'd trust the twins with my life."

"Ang sweet mo naman bossing," Basilio and Crispin teased the older girl, making her flush and hit their arms. "Aray!"

"Just go! And make sure she gets to her hotel safe."

"Salamat, ha. Sa paghatid sa'kin," you told the two men as you sat in the back of the car. By the gods, were you flustered now. Not only because you didn't want to be an inconvenience, but also because they were attractive. Frankly speaking, they had the blood of a god and looked like gods. They were, without a doubt, hot. Also, the airconditioning in the room blew their cologne to you and yes, they smelled wonderful. "Pasensya na rin sa abala."

"Walang anuman, Miss Y/N," they replied at the same time. "Don't worry about it!"

"Anyways, how did you two meet Alex?"

"Eh, long story..."

As they drove you to your destination, you attentively listened as the twins shared to you their backstory. Apparently, it happened a couple of months after you and your mom left the province. You were relieved Tito Anton gave them the chance to experience what a real family was like, given how these warchildren practically grew up in rebel camps thinking that shooting people was a form of playtime. That second chance in life was the reason why they were making sure you were safe right now.

It made your stomach flutter. Get a hold of yourself, bestie!

You arrived outside the large hotel after nearly an hour or so of driving; the traffic was unbelievable—you couldn't believe it had gotten this bad over the years! As you were about to exit the car, Crispin opened his door first and opened your door, even bowing jokingly as if he was a butler. Basilio followed, carrying your heavy bags for you like they were feathers. Shet, kinilig ka.

Now you were sure your face and ears were steaming like a fresh siopao. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest at their chivalrous gestures.

"Huy, ano ba naman 'yan. You guys didn't need to do that, but thanks," you mumbled incomprehensibly. Your voice would betray you if it got any louder. Tangina, they were such gentlemen it nearly made you swoon. Paired with those suits? You felt like a VIP—no, you felt like you won the lottery! Winner na winner!

"Ay, before I forget..." You took your smartphone out of your pocket and opened your contacts. "Can I have Alex's phone number? Wala akong number ng bossing niyo, eh. We just used to communicate with letters as kids. Or the landline, when our moms allowed it."

"Sure," Crispin said, taking your phone and inputting Alex's number.

"Want me to carry your stuff to your room, Miss Y/N?" Basilio offered.

You shook your head furiously, already embarrassed that they drove you here (which took out so much of their time). "No need. Andami niyo nang ginawa para sa'kin ngayon. I still have to check in, so that might take some time. There's also someone who can carry my stuff up, but thank you again, Basilio."

They accompanied you to the reception area to check in, where a bellhop took your belongings from Basilio to your designated floor. When you got your room key, you turned to the two men (who were still there, Dios mio, why on earth were they still there?).

"I know I've said this for the nth time tonight, but I can't thank you two enough for helping me. Didn't expect to run into Alex and her friends on my first day in the city. I'm really grateful," you honestly said to the duo as you pressed the button to the elevator. "Without you guys, I honestly would've gotten lost. Ang laki ng pinagbago ng Maynila since I left."

"Malamang mas grabe na ang traffic," Basilio joked, making you grin.

"Definitely."

Ping!

The elevator opened.

After that, there was a bit of an awkward silence since you three didn't know what else to say. Feeling antsy, you started backing up into the open elevator.

"Good night, Miss Y/N," Crispin finally spoke up, smiling at you. Oh gosh, huwag ka pong ngumiti, Crispin—your heart was about to explode.

"Sana malamig at malambot unan mo mamaya, Miss Y/N," Basilio said, a bigger grin on his face as he waved goodbye. Konti nalang talaga mahihimatay kana. You were 1000% sure your pulse rate was over the roof.

"Mag-ingat kayong dalawa pauwi." You swallowed as the elevator doors began to close. All of a sudden, you remembered something and stuck your arm inbetween the doors before it could close. "Wait! I almost forgot!"

"May naiwan ka ba sa car?" Crispin inquired, his gaze concerned. Oh, Lord. He was so caring you didn't know what to say. "We can get it for you."

"Oh, no! Not that!" you declared, pressing the open button on the elevator and feeling more confident this time. "Just... you two... you don't need to call me Miss. It's so formal! I'm not that much older than you. Ka-edad lang naman kami ni Alex. And you've done enough for me today, so we can be friends, right? Only if that's okay with you!"

God, you were rambling, but you hoped you weren't overstepping your boundaries. You didn't want to end the night so awkwardly. Not with these two.

"Perfectly fine with me," Basilio shrugged. "Ikaw, Kuya?"

"No problem."

You quietly exhaled in relief, smiling as you allowed the elevator doors to start closing.

"Good night, Crispin. Basilio."

"Good night, Y/N. Take care," they said, their trademark, breathtaking smiles curling their lips upward.

When the elevator started going up, you felt yourself collapse on the floor and melt like a puddle, a hand over your pounding heart. You were sweating profusely like a sinner in church! Even your ears were ringing from the rush of blood. Somewhere in your mind, you could hear Gabay laughing at your reaction (and how you likely made a fool out of yourself earlier). Thank the heavens there was no one else inside the elevator.

"Lumalove-life na si Indaaay," Gabay sniggered in a sing-song voice. "First day in Manila and you're already crushing over not one, but two guys, who are siblings, by the way! Kambal pa! Mas malala ata 'to kaysa nung nagparty ka sa Thailand at Malaysia. You weren't even as embarrassed as this when you tripped in front of that celebrity in Boracay!"

"Shut up, Gabay! Mamamatay na ako sa kahihiyan! 'Wag kang dumagdag!" Yeah, you were a strong, independent woman, but you couldn't deny how your legs weakened with how sweet and kind those two acted towards you.

"Ibang-iba talaga ang epekto kapag demigod, hm?"

"Shhhhh! Tumahimik ka! Baka marinig nila, gago."

Down on the ground floor, said demigods felt quite good about themselves.

"I think she likes me," Crispin announced, one minute after the elevator closed. He dug into his pocket and popped a Snowbear into his mouth. You'd given him and Basilio the remaining candies you'd bought during your bus trip.

"That's cap, bro! She definitely likes me!" Basilio countered as they walked back to the car. "Ako kaya ang mas hot sa ating dalawa."

"Weh? 'Di nga?" Suddenly, Crispin stopped, eyes wide. "Wait, what if she doesn't like either of us? What if she was just trying to be polite?"

Basilio groaned, "Awit, lods. Sakit mo naman magsalita, Kuya."

Crispin sighed, "Huy, baka may jowa na 'yun! Foreigner pa nga siguro eh, since she's been abroad for three years. She might not even swing our way, too." He slapped a hand over his face. "She's too good to be true... and to be single. Fuuuuu—"

Basilio moped even more, "Awts. Pain, pighati, sakit, kirot, lungkot, hinagpis, lumbay..." The younger twin continued to list off whatever he found on the thesaurus for the rest of the drive home (while also blasting December Avenue songs on the radio for the maximum dramatic, heartbroken effect). That didn't stop him from unwrapping and eating a Flat Top you'd shoved into his hand while he was driving you to the hotel.

That night, as you were about to go to sleep, you opened the contacts list to check if Alexandra's number was there. It was there, alright.

Number Ni Bossing Alex 🖤//+63451*******

"Cute naman ng black heart emoji," you laughed to yourself in the darkness of your room. The shimmering city lights outside were your only source of light aside from your mobile phone. However, you saw two new contacts aside from Alex's number with theater mask emojis beside them.

Crispin (The Cooler Twin) 🎭😎//+63910*******

Basilio Gwapo 🎭😉//+63866*******

Siraulong kambal na 'to. May pa-rhyming effect pa. You ended up squealing into your pillow to calm yourself down at 11PM from the giddiness you felt. Afterwards, you texted them back so that they'd have your number (since you were too much of a coward to exchange it with them earlier). You texted Alex, too, which she replied with a thumbs-up. Busy ata si ate girl.

And with that, you practically blacked out from the fatigue of traveling and running after that stupid robber. That was just Day 1 of being back in Manila.

(Next Chapter.)

± Author's Notes ±

Holy shit, nearly 100 notes? For my crackfic slash shameless reader insert? But seriously, thank you sa support, guys. I didn't expect this to kind of blow up. I love you all from the bottom of my heart. I haven't been this motivated to write in a long time. Sana ihatid kayo ng kambal sa mga panaginip niyo. 🥺💕

Guys, also, oh my gosh. I had to cut this chapter because of the 250-block limit—I cannot even fathom how excited I was writing this chapter (and what comes next). So from 7K+ words, 6K+ nalang, huhu. Don't worry, I'll just move the stuff I cut to the next chapter. Sorry if this took a bit long to update (I kept stopping kasi kinikilig rin ako sa kambal while writing, haha). You should see my reaction while writing the next chapter. As in, I was going crazy and para akong baliw na tumatawa sa sarili ko sa kwarto. 👀🐴🐎

And yes, naiimagine ko na medj conyo 'tong silang Crispin at Basilio. Have ya'll heard that "Paano ba 'to nagwowork?" line? Ooh! And this chapter was also inspired by that snatcher scene sa Super Inday, hihi. Sorry din kung palagi kayong kumakain sa fanfic ko, mabusog sana kayo. A lot of my inspiration comes from my cravings. 😂

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maria-akira · 3 years

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to the rescue | team trese x reader

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summary: y/n, basilio and crispin's sister, just experienced her first break-up.

warnings: some improper shifts in tenses <\3 rlly rusty at writing already aaaa. but nonetheless this fic is very fluffy! i apologize in advance for any grammatical errors you may notice, i didn't proofread this :(

yes, i kinda made alexandra fluffy too.

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"Good Morning, guys!" Basilio turned around to see his brother, Crispin, with a huge smile plastered on his face.

Basilio rolled his eyes, "Anong 'Good Morning'? Mag tatanghali na, di ka man lang nag linis!" (What do you mean 'Good Morning'? It's almost afternoon, you didn't even clean!) He playfully hit the older's head.

"Aray ko!" (Ouch!) Crispin winced and rubbed the spot his brother hit. Alexandra walks in the room with a cup of coffee in her hand. "Basilio, Mag sorry ka sa Kuya mo." (Basilio, apologize to your brother.) Basilio scoffs, "Sorry, Kuya."

They all gathered in the dining room for lunch. Well, brunch for Crispin. "Where's Y/N?" Alexandra asks, looking at the empty chair beside her. Clearly, the chair looked like it had been empty since last night. The twins stare at each other, then both at Alexandra.

"Diba may pinuntahan siya kagabi?" (Didn't she go out last night?) Alexandra mentions.

The twins both shake their head.

"Hindi niyo alam?" (You guys don't know?)

They shake their heads again.

Without a single word, the three exchanged looks and immediately stood up from their seats, rushing upstairs to Y/N's room.

Alexandra pushed the twins aside and pushed the key into the doorknob, then revealing a dishevled, puffy-eyed Y/N. The twins panicked. It was their first time seeing their beloved sister like this.

Meanwhile, Alexandra investigated her room. Y/N's things were on the floor, messed up sheets, and a broken necklace. She then looks over to Y/N. Still in her clothes, puffy-eyed, and her makeup was smuged. Alexandra already had an idea.

The twins shook her awake, "Y/N!, Y/N!— Gising na!" (Y/N, Y/N— Wake up!) With their loud voices and aggressive shaking, their sister finally woke up.

Immediately, Y/N's head started to pound— it was the alcohol she drank last night. She opened her eyes and saw Alexandra and her brothers. Upon seeing them, she bursted into tears.

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A few months ago, Y/N dated this guy in her class. She hid this from Alexandra, most especially her brothers because she knew that they would beat her ass.

Alexandra found out about her relationship when she was about to fetch her from school. Hank and the twins were at home, sleeping their asses off after their mission.

Parked outside of Y/N's school, Alexandra was waiting for almost 30 minutes. Usually, Y/N would come out a few minutes after her dismissal— but these past few months have been different. After a few more minutes of waiting, she finally saw Y/N— with someone else.

Y/N was holding hands with a boy around 5'10 in height. They were laughing and they looked very sweet. The boy gave her a peck and she playfully pushed him away, then waving goodbye since she spotted the car.

Hank usually fetched Y/N from school, and she knew that Hank didn't really care about her relationship, so she really didn't feel embarrased whenever she entered the car.

Upon entering the car, she expected Hank to greet her. But she was greeted with Alexandra's voice.

"Boyfriend mo?" (Your boyfriend?) Alexandra looks over to her, and Y/N froze. Her first reaction was to lie about it. "Ha? H-Hindi, Ate! Friends lang kami.." (Huh? N-No! We're just friends..) Embarrased, Y/N tried to make herself busy by pretending to fix something in her bag to keep her distracted.

"Anong friends? Hinalikan ka niya, ah." (What do you mean friends? He kissed you.) She mentions.

"Ah.. Eh.." Y/N struggles to keep her words out. It was very evident.

"Sige na, di naman ako magagalit. Di ko sasabihin sa mga Kuya mo, sikreto lang natin." (It's okay, I won't get mad. I won't tell your brothers, it'll be our secret.)

"Oo.. Boyfriend ko siya, Ate. Malapit na kami mag 6 months." (Yes.. He's my boyfriend, Ate. We've been together for almost 6 months.)

From that day on, Y/N would always tell Alexandra about how her relationship was going. And though Alexandra has never had any romantical partners, she tries her best to give Y/N advice.

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Tiptoe-ing her way downstairs, Y/N was dressed in her clothes to leave the house, on the way to party with her friends and her boyfriend, Jerome.

She checked her phone, 12:47 AM.

Everyone was most likely asleep at this hour, or so she thought.

"Oh, san ka papunta at ganyan suot mo?" (Hey, where are you going and why are you wearing that?) Y/N jolted and turned around to see Alexandra sitting on the dining table.

"Ah.. Ate.. Kasi may p-party kaming pupuntahan nila Aira.." (Ah... There's this p-party I'm going to with Aira..)

"Sina Aira lang ba? O kasama yung boyfriend mo?" (Is it just Aira? Or your boyfriend is going too?) Alexandra tilted her head in question.

"...Kasama po si Jerome." (...Jerome is coming too.)

Alexandra nodded, signalling her that it was okay for her, as an Ate, to go. "Sige, doble ingat ka, okay? Eto, dalhin mo to." (Be extra careful, okay? Here, bring this.) Alexandra pulls out a self defense keychain from her pocket and throws it at Y/N's direction. "May alarm diyan. If you're in any danger, pindutin mo yung alarm and malalaman ko location mo, pupuntahan kita kaagad." (There's an alarm there. If you're in any danger, press that alarm and I'll be able to know your location, then I'll come and get you.)

"Thanks, Ate! Mag iingat ako. Love you!" (Thanks, Ate! I'll take care. Love you!) Y/N smiled and hugged Alexandra.

Little did she know, Y/N's smile wouldn't last very long.

That night, Y/N saw her boyfriend kissing another girl across the room. She confronted him and he admitted that he had been cheating on her for the past few months. Y/N didn't know what to feel. She didn't wanna call Alexandra because she knew that she would be asleep by now. She didn't wanna talk to her friends either, so she went home.

Once she arrived home, she didn't bother to change or shower. She was so tired. Her body fell on the bed and she instantly cried. sobbing against her pillows to muffle her tears.

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Basilio and Crispin were clueless about as to why their sister was crying. They consoled her for a few minutes until Alexandra spoke.

"Basilio, Crispin— mag usap tayo sa labas." (Basilio, Crispin— let's talk outside.) Alexandra left the room and waited for the twins to leave as well. Once they left the room, she shut the door.

The twins looked worried— well, afraid, rather.

"May sikreto kaming itinatago ni Y/N sa inyong dalawa.." (Y/N and I have a secret we've been keeping from the both of you..) Alexandra starts off.

"Ano yun, Bossing?" (What is it, Bossing?) The twins replied, obviously curious.

Alexandra knew that if she told the twins, their reaction wouldn't be as violent if it was Y/N who would be telling it instead.

"May boyfriend si Y/N." (Y/N has a boyfriend.)

The twins both drop their jaws, "Ano?!" (What?!) Basilio slaps his hand over his mouth, while Crispin is in complete shock. "Kelan pa, Bossing?" (Since when, Bossing?) Basilio asks with a hint of anger in his voice.

"2 months ago niya sinabi sakin.. Siguro 8 months silang mag jowa." (She told me 2 months ago.. Maybe they've been together for around 8 months.)

"Tangina naman!" (Motherfucker!) Crispin throws a punch to the nearest wall. Alexandra has never seen the twins react like this, especially Crispin.

There was a moment of silence.

"Nahuli ko siyang tumatakas kaninang 12, nag paalam sakin na may pupuntahan na party, kasama boyfriend niya." (I caught her sneaking out earlier at 12, she asked my permission if she could go to a party with her boyfriend.)

"Bat di niyo kami ginising, bossing?" (Why didn't you wake us up, Bossing?) Basilio sighs, "Ayaw niya na malaman nyo na may boyfriend siya, kasi alam niya na magagalit kayo." (She didn't want you guys to find out that she had a boyfriend, because she knew that you guys would get mad.)

"Malamang, bunso namin 'yan eh! Alangan naman pabayaan namin 'yan diba? Eh hindi pa nga namin kilala boyfriend nyan!" (Of course we would get mad, she's our baby sister! Do you think we'd let her get away just like that? We haven't even met her boyfriend yet!" Crispin rambles.

"Mabait naman yung boyfriend niya." (Her boyfriend is kind.) Alexandra defends, "Bossing, 'di naman po yun sapat para ma kumbinsi nyo po kami na pwede po siya magkajowa.." (Bossing, that isn't a sufficient reason to convince us that it's okay for her to have a boyfriend..) Basilio says calmly, but deep down? He was screaming.

Alexandra ignores Basilio's statement, "Ano naman kinaiiyakan niya?" (What is she crying about?) Crispin managed to say despite the emotions he felt about the situation. Alexandra lets out a sigh, "Nag break na siguro sila." (Maybe they broke up.)

"Tangina, sabi ko na nga ba eh." (I fucking knew it.) Crispin mumbles under his breath, while running his fingers through his hair out of frustration.

"Yung sirang necklace na nasa sahig kanina, bigay yun ng boyfriend niya sa kanya. Hula ko, sinira niya kasi break na sila." (The broken necklace on the floor, her boyfriend gave that to her. My guess is that she broke it because they broke up.)

"Anong gagawin natin, Bossing?" (What are we going to do, Bossing?) Basilio asks her, desperate for a solution.

Alexandra wasn't the type to arrange surprises, so she had to think fast.

"Basilio, bumili ka ng Jollibee. Tapos ikaw Crispin, bumili ka ng ice cream. Yung favorite flavor niya ah?" (Basilio, go buy some Jollibee. Then you Crispin, buy some ice cream. Her favorite flavor okay?) Alexandra commands. Even in this situation, the twins had no choice to obey. "Sige po, bossing." (Yes, bossing.) They replied with no hesitation.

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Crispin was the first one to come back with the ice cream, since the sari-sari store was just by the corner of their street. Obviously, Basilio took the longest— he had to take a tricycle to the nearest Jollibee.

After a few minutes, Basilio arrived with 2 bags of Jollibee. "Antagal mo naman, natunaw na yung ice cream." (Took you long enough, the ice cream already melted.) Crispin complains, rolling his eyes playfully.

"Bat di mo nilagay sa freezer? Parang timang 'to eh." (Why didn't you put it in the freezer? What a dumbass.) Basilo replies, settling the food on the table. Alexandra enters the room, "Andito na pala kayo. Halika na." (You guys are already here. Let's go.)

"Ano bang gagawin natin, bossing?" (What are we going to do anyway, bossing?) Basilio scratches his head out of confusion. "Malamang isusurprise natin." (Of course we're gonna surprise her.) Crispin replies sarcastically. He was still mad about what happened.

The trio went upstairs, Basilio and Crispin carrying the ice cream and Jollibee. Alexandra knocked on Y/N's door. "Bunso?" She says in a loving voice. No reply on the other side of the room. Maybe she went back to sleep again. "Papasok kami ng mga kuya mo ah?" (Your brothers and I will enter okay?) Alexandra turns the doorknob open.

Y/N turns around to see her Ate and Kuyas enter her room quietly, "Ate Alex.." She croaks out, "May dala kami ng mga kuya mo para sayo.." (Your brothers and I brought some food for you..) Alexandra gestures to the food that the twins bought. Y/N sits up from her current position, rubbing her eyes.

Basilio frowns and sets the food on her study table, then sitting beside her on the bed. "Halika nga.." (Come here..) Basilio takes his beloved sister into his arms, caressing her back to calm her sobs. "K-Kuy-ya.." She manages to say inbetween sobs, but Basilio hushes her and rocks her softly.

Alexandra elbows Crispin, who is still standing by the door. "Alam kong galit ka sa amin, pero yakapin mo naman kapatid mo." (I know that you're mad at the both of us, but go hug your sister.) Crispin realizes this and sighs. He walks over to Y/N and Basilio, who are both still locked in an embrace. Y/N felt the other side of the bed sink, she pulls herself away from the hug and turns to face Crispin.

Crispin had a disappointed yet concerned look on his face. Without any words, he pulls her into his chest, enveloping her into a hug. Y/N was sobbing like crazy. Her brothers have never seen her like this, ever. They didn't know how to react. They tried to calm her down— Crispin was still hugging her, caressing her back, while Basilio brushed her hair.

Alexandra sat on the farther edge of the bed, giving the siblings their space. Once Y/N calmed down, Alexandra spoke. "Gusto mo ba ikwento samin yung nangyari..?" (Are you comfortable telling us about what happened..?)

Y/N wipes her tears, "Nakita ko si Jerome na may ka halikan na iba-a.. T-ta—" (I saw Jerome kissing someone else-e.. T-th—) She sobs, unable to form her sentence properly.

Basilio caresses her back to help her calm down, "Dahan-dahan lang, bunso.. Hinga ka lang.." (Slowly, bunso.. Just breathe..)

Crispin frowns, "—Tapos kinausap ko siya sa labas nung venue.. Matagal na daw siyang nag ch-cheat sa akin.." (—Then I talked to him outside.. He's been cheating on me for a long t-time..)

Crispin's eyes almost bulged out of his eye sockets out of shock, Basilio's mouth hung open, and Alexandra's eyebrows raised.

"Ha?!?" The three said.

Y/N nodded hesitantly.

"Aba tangina pala ng Jerome na yan eh! Ano ba itsura nyan?" (Well fuck that son of a bitch Jerome! What does he even look like?) Crispin retorts, Alexandra grabs Y/N's phone from the floor and hands it to her. Y/N searches for a somewhat decent picture of her now ex-boyfriend on her phone, and once she did, she showed her brothers.

Jerome wasn't too good looking, he wasn't too bad looking either. He was okay— or saks lang, some would say.

"Panget naman niyan, panget din siguro ka bonding." (He's ugly, he probably isn't fun to bond with.) Basilio jokes, "Gago oo nga, ang panget. Mas pogi pa kami ng kuya mo diyan eh! Masaya pa kami ka bonding." (Damn, he is ugly. Your brother and I are more handsome than that guy! We're fun to bond with too.) Crispin strikes a pose, which made his sister smile.

Alexandra looks at the picture, then giving a disapproving look at her. "Ang panget nga. Pumangit ba siya? Di naman ganyan itsura nyan nung nakita ko." (I agree, he is ugly. Did he get uglier? He didn't look like that when I met him.) The three siblings laugh.

"Uuuy, ngumiti na siya! Yieee!" (Ooo, she's smiling!) Basilio teases her, poking her side. Crispin joins in and starts tickling her side and neck. Y/N tried to hide her laughter, but she failed. "Kuya Crispin— Kuya Basilio! Tama na!" (Kuya Crispin— Kuya Basilio! Stop it!) She giggles, then Basilio and Crispin finally stop.

"Halika na, kain na tayo ng Jollibee! May ice cream din!" (Come, let's eat Jollibee! There's ice cream too!) Basilio stands up to get the food from her table, Crispin and Alexandra help him set up the food.

"Nood tayo ng movie!" (Let's watch a movie!) Y/N suggests, Crispin and Basilio agreeing. "Anong movie, bunso?" (What movie, bunso?) Basilio asks, "Horror nalang." (Let's watch horror.) Y/N flashes a devilish smirk, because she knew that her brothers were afraid.

Alexandra walks over to her and gives her food, then sitting beside her. "Thank you, Ate!" Y/N flashes Alexandra a smile. The twins follow after Alexandra, sitting on the farther end of the bed with their food in hand.

Y/N turns on the TV to find a horror movie to watch, then she clicks on a random one just for fun. "Ano plot neto?" (What's the plot of this movie?) Basilio says while chewing, "Ewan ko Kuya.. Kinlick ko lang yan eh." (I don't know, Kuya. I just clicked on it.) Y/N shrugs, eating a spoonful of rice.

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The rest of the day went great. After the movie, the trio stayed in Y/N's room all day. They played games, watched weird documentaries, and karaoke.

"Happy ka na?" (Are you happy now?) Alexandra asks Y/N as they watched the twins sing a duet.

Y/N smiled. At that moment, she realized that she was more than thankful to have two crazy twin brothers, and a sister that would always be there for her.

"Yup, Happy na ako. Thank you, Ate." (Yup, I'm happy now. Thank you, Ate.)

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o diba sabi ko sa inyo cute to 😴 i apologize if my translations are somewhat inaccurate! i tried my best to translate it well :((

*for the non-filo readers:

Kuya: what you call a guy/male sibling who is typically older than you. (ex. Kuya Crispin)

Ate: what you call a girl/female sibling who is typically older than you. (ex. Ate Alex)

Bunso: used by older family members as a nickname for the younger members of the family. (Bunso means the youngest member of the family)

no tags bc i dont have filo trese moots yet <\3

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also, i'm opening my requests for trese! i'll be keeping my requests for ahs and gotham closed for the mean time.

*UPDATE AS OF JUNE 29, 2021:

hi!! i have recieved an overwhelming amount of trese reqs! i am very grateful for each one. pleasr expect more trese content! <3

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