#alexandra trese x you

[x-infernhoes-x]

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.

[evil-giggling]

The Kambal Headcanons

(how you met + how he fell for you + how he asks you out) 

AKA i'm a simp but i am too lazy to write a full fic rn so have this (i only have anime knowledge so comic readers bear with me)

Basilio:

— okay, so like

— you're amie's youngest sibling

— you take on a more western slang than them because you're on the internet for long periods of time

— you don't like the races because they are loud and annoying

— but despite your differences with your sister, you love each other a lot and would kill for each other

— that said, you met basilio when he had that messy family reunion with his father

— ofc datu talagbusao kicked your ass ('di ka si alexandra trese bestie) but you still put up a good fight and you were hella sexy doing so (at least basilio the simp thought so) 

— he was legitimately like: 😮

— he follows you around like a lost puppy and you're just like "?????? leave me alone i'm not interested" 

— basilio, "i know u're not but i certainly am" 

— alexandra is as tired as you honestly, but she's secretly rooting for him

— crispin is just clowning him everytime you shoot basilio down

— your sister is constantly teasing you

— "i thought you were gonna be a virgin for life pa naman!" 

— you just walk away while she and hannah giggle to each other and they don't notice you

— although you'd never admit to it, you do kind of find basilio cute, and, well, charming

— but you get attached too easily, and you wouldn't want to catch feelings when you know it's gonna be temporary

— and, well, you have a lot of insecurities (self hatred) in you so you kind of assume that if he gets to know you better he'll just get turned off and scared away

— but you're actually amazing and it honestly does the opposite

— he actually goes from "wow so sexy please bed me" to "wow so sexy please marry me" 

— and when he comes to your house with your favorite flowers (they're plastic, he says it's because it would be like you, always beautiful and never wilting, but it's actually because he was scared there was a chance you'd be allergic), and he says that he's going to court you, and you're like, "😧😦😳" 

— and your sister and her friend are incessantly giggling behind you, and they usher basilio in, talking about how he has their blessing in wooing their sibling, as long as he doesn't break your heart, or else they'll break his family jewels. 

— that last part was said sweetly, and so casually, that it made you laugh, and made basilio sweat drop. 

— but despite the nervousness he felt after your sister and hannah gave him the shovel talk, he still managed to give you a sweet, mischievous grin

— and if your heart fluttered and your stomach dipped, well, that's a secret only for you to know. 

Crispin:

— here, u're like, ibu's child

— a successor, of sorts

— meaning you're a demigod, like crispin 

— your powers sort of work like,, you're a living death note

— you can will people to die,, but it's very limited since you're only half a god 

— your mother lets you wander the human world normally, never speaking to you personally, only through her emissary

— that said, you've always known the trese trio

— you've been friends with them for like, forever, and you have been pining for crispin just as long

— (dw bestie, the tags r "childhood friends to lovers", "feelings realization" and "mutual pining") 

— it all started when alex's mother died, you greeted her as a new friend, which is honestly quite ironic

— but you are opposites, yet so similar, so your conversations are always stimulating and interesting

— you visit the day the kambal are fostered into their homes, and you can already feel the presence of the half immortal children

— you step in cautiously and immediately a body is slammed into you

— it was crispin, after just being bodily thrown by his brother, basilio

— you were lowkey pissed, as you'd dived right into the mud, and you were about to cuss at them when you heard tito anton's voice, and immediately calmed yourself down. 

— crispin was already cussing at basilio, and didnt stop at tito anton's entrance, and was about to jump at his brother viciously, before you clamped your hand down at his shoulder to stop him, using every bit of your godly strength

— and when crispin realized you're like him he looks at you, all elated, curious, and surprised. 

— you flush under the attention, and instead of lunging for his brother, crispin bombards you with questions, and tito anton realizes he no longer needs to interfere, as you try to answer every question both of the twins bombard you with now

— years later, after alex exits balete tree, you've long since known that you felt something for crispin. basilio knows, too, and you made him swear not to tell or else he'll face the wrath of goddess ibu's only daughter

— but crispin is still crispin, and he doesnt know about your feelings, or his own. 

— it isn't until you nearly melt in a puddle of jealousy as one of the wind spirits beds crispin that you feel that it's all kinda hopeless

— you get out and party with the wind spirits, 'cause they are pretty cool gals (haha no,,, you dont have a puppy crush on them, you tell yourself, you know, like a liar) 

— and once they realize that oh, you're drinking cause of crispin. they do their best to make you forget about it, as an apology (even though they didnt need to—you still deserved it, falling in love with an idiot and all) 

— and this is where shit hits the fan, 'cause you wake up with a splitting head ache, naked and a man in your be—

— oh fuck, you're naked with a man in your bed

— you check your body—bruises, soreness, and—and—

— oh, tangina. now someone's knocking at your door, who the fuck could be here at such an early—it's 12 pm in the afternoon

— you let out a small whine of protest, before grabbing the nearest shirt, and some underwear and shirts, and open the door to your apartment. 

— "oh hi alex, basilio, crispin."

— but theyre all just looking at you. alex in fleeting surprise, but she ultimately just accepts it, basilio looks like he's about to split his face with how big his shit-eating grin is, and crispin looks constipated. 

— (he'd just been slapped in the head by alex the previous night about him realizing his feelings for you. and—and how you feel the same way. but—you're, you have hickeys on your neck, and you smell different, and he's gonna kill someone right now) 

— you realize your situation, and you immediately explain yourself. a party, being black out drunk, and only remembering bits and parts. 

— crispin feels searing anger, alex looks agitated, and basilio has his brows furrowed. 

— she knows immediately what theyre thinking about, and she reassures them that she could still remember giving her permission, and the person was black out drunk as well. there were discarded condoms in the trash can, too

— they all feel reassured, except for crispin. he still wants to punch the guy in the face. maybe kill him—he doesnt know, but then the guy enters, and he nearly stands up and commits a crime

— but then a familiar hand, and familiar strength was on his shoulder, just as fast as he was. calm down, your face seemed to say, so he did. 

— the guy stands awkwardly at so many people staring at him (and the one murderous pair of black eyes), saying a goodbye, before going out. 

— alex and (after some rough convincing from the former) basilio left to give crispin and you some space to talk, and talk you two did. 

— there are tears, confessions, makeouts, sucking over the hickeys you were given and making them larger—

— yeah, you get the gist. 

[hikarimiyanaga]

It's official. I'm simping over Alcina Dimitrescu and Alexandra Trese right now.

The Loving You sequel is not yet complete due to these two and my sibling.

I'm writing about them so the sequel might take longer to be posted.

[neonlitgh]

UPDATED IT HALFWAY!!!

[smolla-than-a-bug]

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.

© smolla-than-a-bug, 2021. please do not copy or repost my work. reblogs are appreciated!

tags — @urielliii

[thera-daydreams]

PLUS ONE

》 A TRESE TWOSHOT 《

[Maliksi x Reader]

📝 Summary: In which your beloved best friend snatches you from your apartment at dawn asking you to be his plus one for his cousin's wedding. Unbeknownst to the clueless you, everything is just going according to Maliksi's ultimate masterplan. With the help of friends and family, the Prince of the Tikbalang finally gets the girl he's been longing for. And oh, Señor Armanaz gets his dream daughter-in-law and the promise of grandchildren within the year.

📌 Warning: May contain some slight NSFW for spicy suggestiveness and cussing. No smut or anything super SPG—this girl can't write that for her life—but just be prepared. It's Maliksi we're talking about. We've got friends-to-lovers, obliviousness, pining, fluff, and a tikbalang simp. Figure it out. 😃

(word count: 7,454) ♥︎ Part Two: ?

》 AUTHOR'S NOTE 《

Not an Inday spinoff, but a lengthy oneshot in celebration of this blog getting 90 followers. Just ten more to 100, yay! Thank you so much for the love and support, everyone. I also promised that I'll be making this brainrot that @binibiningbabaylan and I have fangirled over a few days ago (find the original post here) when I finished the latest chapter of Inday. Here it is! 🥰

Before I forget, I was also inspired by the cute fic made by @crispybasil titled "Sunshowers" and the "Trese Boys As Things My Guy Friends Do" made by the amazing @smolla-than-a-bug (I bow down to your wonderful works in the Trese fandom). I definitely see Maliksi to be the type to go on spontaneous roadtrips and be the boyfriend to drive you around eveeeerywhere (while also driving you crazy). 🚘

There are also some songs mentioned throughout this work. You should probably listen to them while reading for the full experience. Ending was somewhat rushed but eh, I'm too exhausted and I've rewritten it too many times. Also, if someone makes some actual tikbalang smut, tag me please. Anyways, enjoy! 💕

The way it all started was hilarious. Absolutely fucking hilarious. It happened like a blur. Literally. One second, you were snoozing in your bed. The next? You had a seatbelt on in the shotgun seat of a sophisticated-looking car. Your brain didn't even get to process it yet.

"... So let me get this straight," you grumbled, still half-asleep from your sleep marathon. You just finished a hugely successful project at work yesterday, got promoted, and wanted to make up for the restless nights you spent overtime in the office. Of course you were irritated from being disturbed. You were on vacation leave for two entire weeks, originally planning to go into temporary isolation by deactivating your social media accounts and reserving a beach cabana for yourself in Batangas.

Well, turns out, you weren't going to Batangas anytime soon. All because your unreasonably spontaneous bestfriend of ten hectic years stole you from your apartment at 2AM. Was this considered kidnapping? Was this him just being more in touch with his tikbalang side, taking unsuspecting women in their sleep and leading them to their inevitable death? (He was going over the speed limit, so it was a valid thought.) Will wearing your shirt inside-out save you today? Lord, masyado ka pang pagod para mag-isip ngayon.

"Go on."

"You abducted picked me up in the middle of the night because you want me to be your plus one at your cousin's wedding in Tagaytay?"

"Yup. And technically, the venue is right on the outskirts of Cavite going to Tagaytay," he corrected you as a matter-of-factly.

"Same thing, whatever," you huffed tiredly. "Your cousin's wedding is at 6AM today. In a few hours. In four hours."

"Uh-huh."

You groaned exasperatedly, "Mal naman, eh! You didn't even let me bring anything. Could've at least given me a heads-up a few hours ago. I'm practically emptyhanded right now save for my phone! Sinungaling ka, you said this was just a normal midnight drive—not a freaking wedding!"

The Prinsipe ng Mga Tikbalang, son of the Great Stallion, heir to the Armanaz herd, and the Top Drag Racer of C-5 Expressway—if that was even one of his Game of Thrones-like titles—grinned as he continued driving beside you. He let you continue ranting in the passenger seat while he mulled over his ultimate masterplan that would change his entire life later on. He was a spur-of-the-moment kind of guy, so all this wasn't his thing. But for you? He'll make plans, alright.

"Wala man lang akong dinalang masusuot o kahit konting makeup para maging presentable sa harapan ng buong pamilya mo," you exclaimed, in absolute despair. "Do you know how out of my league you are? Your rich-ass family might judge me—hell, your dad might see me as a hampaslupa if I show up there in my pambahay and tsinelas!"

"Psh, I'm not out of your league," Maliksi waved it off, smoothly turning a corner. "And calm down. We've known each other for a decade! My dad practically loves you as his own daughter. Heck, the entire family knows you and keeps telling me they want you adopted in already. Lolo Andres and Lola Perlita said they'd have the paperwork settled. You just need to sign them."

It would be even better (and easier) if you married into the family. To him, specifically (as if he'd let anyone else have you). God, he was already being so obvious in his advances, but you were just so damn oblivious whenever it came to romance. None of this needed to happen if you just got it through your thick skull that he was madly in love with you.

"That's not the point, idiot!" you slumped back into your seat, hopeless. "Do you think the bride and the groom will get offended? Shit, baka masumpaan ako kung magagalit sila, Mal. Mukha akong patay galing sa South Cemetery."

The long-haired tikbalang rolled his eyes, "Huwag kang mag-alala. Nothing's going to go wrong. Chill ka lang diyan. I've got everything under control, babe."

Babe. Yes, he even called you babe but you thought it was him being a himbo and a massive flirt. Now, it was his common term of endearment for you, but you still assumed it was him just being irksome to you and that you couldn't stop the man from saying it anymore. Thus, you let it be (the most obvious hint of his attraction to you, bestie).

"... Ugh, why didn't you ask Hannah or Amie to go with you?"

He just smiled knowingly, shrugging and making up an excuse, "Nagmamadali ako, eh. Hannah and Amie are also coming, but they already have the other tikbalang as dates."

"'Luh, ako pala ang backup choice mo?"

"Heh. Whatever you want to think."

Little did you know that you were always his first choice. Always. Even when he pursued Alexandra Trese many years ago, trying to convince himself you were just his best friend, it was always you. How did he come to that realization? Well, an international band he was a fan of released a song a couple years ago and he heard it being played in a club in BGC. The song title?

It Was Always You by Maroon 5.

Needless to say, after hearing the song and being unable to get it—get you—out of his mind at night, he stopped courting Alexandra. Unfortunately for him, that time, you'd started dating other men. Therefore, he was left on the sidelines... until your latest and most painful breakup, at least. That was five years ago. You still hadn't dated anyone since then, kind of traumatized from getting into another failed relationship like that.

In the present day, as if the fates were playing on you two, one of your favorite artists played on the radio. A very ironic song given the situation you two were in.

Best Friend by Rex Orange County.

Maliksi knew it was a favorite of yours. He knew it by the way your eyes lit up like a star brightening the twinkling night sky. Like the sun first rising in the morning at Apolaki's command. Like the moon extending its gentle rays from the magic of Mayari herself. If there was anything he wanted to ask of the old gods, it was you—everything else be damned.

"I wanna be the one that makes your day, the one you think about as you lie awake," you half-sang and half-screamed happily, somewhat out-of-tune. "I can't wait to be your number oooooone! I'll be your biggest fan and you'll be mine—"

Maliksi glanced at you, not minding that his eardrums were probably getting microscopic ruptures from your aggressive singing. As much as he wanted to stare at you all day, he had to keep his eyes on the road. But the lyrics you were singing were wrong; the Prince of the Tikbalang was already yours from day one.

"Babe, McDo drive-through tayo for breakfast. Let me make it up to you. Gusto mo ng caramel sundae for your promotion gift? Sige. Ako bahala. Chicken nuggets din? Mabubusog ka ba niyan? I don't think they serve those this early..."

》》》

"Sandali lang!" you shouted out from inside an empty room. You'd just arrived at the venue—the Alta Veranda de Tibig in Silang, Cavite (practically the gateway to Tagaytay)—an hour or so ago. The hired makeup artist just left so that you could privately change into the outfit that had been bought specifically for you. Curse Mal and his ability to buy anything (perhaps anyone) he wanted. "Bwiset, Mal, you didn't tell me we'd be part of the damn entourage. We have to be walking the aisle in thirty minutes, simbako! You just love rushing me, don't you!?"

If only you were the one walking down the aisle today towards him.

When you exited the room, Maliksi couldn't help but let his jaw drop as he skimmed your figure, clad in the luxurious, silky satin blush midi dress he bought in one of those fancy stores in Makati yesterday. He imagined that it would look great on you, but now, seeing it on you in person... you looked divine (and frankly, he wanted to see it off your body to see what was underneath—but don't get too ahead of yourself, Mal). It was a whole 'nother level from his imagination. The deep cowl neckline and thin spaghetti straps showed your lovely collarbones... as well as a peek of your cleavage. His favorite and the best part of it all? It was backless, allowing him to gaze at the tempting curve of your spine.

He hadn't realized he had grown silent until you smiled and closed his mouth, tapping his chin.

"Lalangawin ang bibig mo, Mal," you laughed softly. Never had you seen him so speechless. You then flicked your hair back, ridiculously posing for him like you were on the cover of Vogue magazine (haba ng hair mo, gurl!). "Do I look that good? Char lang."

"... You look absolutely ravishing—I mean, uh, stunning. Hot. Yeah." That was all he could say. He mentally punched himself for not showering you with more suave compliments.

Still, your face brightened up, not knowing that the man in front of you just fell for you a thousand times harder, "Wow! Really? Damn. Ang galing talaga ng MUA na kinuha mo, ginawa akong artista. Give me their contact number later! May work event pa naman ako in two months. I'm shocked, it's like they made me rise from the dead! Even my eyebags are gone, Mal! How'd they do that?" Heck yeah, your confidence was boosted. He offered his arm to you like a gentleman, making you half-heartedly roll your eyes (you took it anyway). From holding it alone, you could tell that your best friend was a sinewy man (well, you knew that already after seeing his tikbalang form before—the little shit didn't even wear a loincloth like all his clanmates; your poor eyes were eternally scarred).

You looked him up and down. You wouldn't lie—Maliksi is and always has been an attractive man. Now? With his hair in a ponytail (pun not intended), definitely one of the hunkiest men you've ever known. "You're not looking too bad yourself, horsey."

"Ako pa!" He puffed his chest out in pride. You chuckled at his reaction.

"By the way, how do you even know my dress size and my shoe size?"

"Babe, I've known you too long. You know almost everything about me, I know everything about you."

You snorted at his confident tone, "'Di nga? You don't know every single thing about me, Mal. Assuming ka masyado."

"Alam ko nga anong cup size mo. Wala lang 'yang shoe and dress size."

You slapped his shoulder, cheeks quickly flushing red, "Huy, umayos ka! Walang hiyang tikbalang na 'to." With this guy as your best friend? You heard dirty jokes at least once a day. "Don't be inappropriate here!"

"What? It's only fair I know!" He looked down on you suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows. "You already know I always go commando, so of course I know that your bra is a size—"

"Shhh! Baka marinig ka, 'nyeta."

"So? Let them hear. My best friend has a nice set of melons!" he shouted. You were grateful there was no one around. Hopefully.

"Oh my God..."

Your best friend chortled at how flustered you'd become. He led you to where some of his family was waiting, with a couple of his relatives already greeting you. You instantly and quite easily mingled with them, your worries of them not accepting you far from even true (they all knew how much their prince loved the innocent you).

"Kayo na talaga, pare?" one of his older tikbalang clanmates asked while you went away to be fawned over by his aunts.

Maliksi chuckled, crossing his arms as he watched you from afar, "Heh. Hindi pa."

Another one of his clanmates—a younger one—laughed, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, "Talaga? That's cap, bro. You two are like a married couple already and you guys still aren't a thing?"

"Ilang taon na ba kayong magkakaibigan?" the older one asked him.

"Almost ten years," Maliksi responded, a smile unconsciously pulling his lips up as he remembered your moments together. He watched you converse with his female relatives (who adored you the moment Maliksi brought you to a family event many moons ago).

The two tikbalang snickered as they saw the look on the Great Stallion's heir.

"You're down bad," the younger one said, snapping a photo of his lovestruck kuya. "You've got it so bad for her, dudeparechong!"

"Balak mong ligawan anytime soon?" the older tikbalang inquired.

"Heh. Balak ko na ngang pakasalan. Kung pwede, ngayon."

They looked at Maliksi as if he was crazy. He was very much serious, though, even if there was a huge, lopsided smile on his face. The Prince of the Tikbalang raised a brow at them.

"What? Don't give me that look. Our ten years of being best friends is practically the courting and the dating stage already."

"Eh... you're right. Don't waste anymore time. Go and marry her today, dude. Suporta kami sa'yo, basta groomsmen kami sa kasal niyo, ha!"

"Ge. Without question."

Meanwhile, on your end with the ladies of the family, they started pestering you on your love life (like all typical Filipino aunties). Chismis everywhere.

"O, iha, single ka pa ba?"

"Kailan ka magpapakasal? Malapit ka nang pumasok sa thirties mo."

"Do you want kids? How many?"

"Are you and Maliksi a couple? You look good together! Kayo na, 'di ba?"

"Will you be getting married next? Are you engaged? When's the wedding? Invite niyo kami!"

Before you could get overwhelmed by their questions, Maliksi swept you off your feet to lead you to the entourage that was lining up outside the chapel area. Again, it happened like a blur. He laughed at the partially nauseated look on your face.

"You okay there?" he asked, grinning.

"Your family thinks we're together," you muttered quietly, not meeting his eyes. You weren't sure why you felt... tingly about their statements.

He tilted his head at you curiously, gently setting you down on your feet and helping you stand.

"Do you hate the idea?" It hurt him to ask you the question, but he wanted your thoughts on it. Perhaps doing this was a bad idea. Maliksi was competitive in many things, including wanting you to be his, but if you were so opposed to it, he would never force you into something you didn't want. He let go of your hand; you didn't even notice he'd been holding it until he let go. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

Your wide-eyed gaze snapped back to look up at him, "No! No, it's not that! And... it's not bad." Your hand felt strangely empty now that his was gone. Biting your lip, you disclosed, "You're not making me uncomfortable, Mal. Don't ever think that."

With that, you shyly interlocked your arm with his, tearing your eyes from his to mask the growing warmth you felt spreading in your veins. You two didn't say anything else when the ushers let you walk down the beautiful, petal-covered aisle together.

The man beside you was starstruck. Hopeful. Maybe both of you did have a chance. Maybe somewhere in the depths of your soul, his feelings for you were being reciprocated. For the rest of the sacred ceremony in the gorgeous main pavilion, both of you relished in short, comfortable, and low conversations. He even cracked jokes every once in a while—really funny ones that made it challenging for you to you stifle your laughter.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride."

Maliksi fervently prayed to Bathala that he'd experience the same opportunity he was seeing with you someday. One day.

Even while the sun was brightly out, the sky began showering down light rain onto the land. You were in awe as you looked out the window.

"Hala, totoo nga pala! Tignan mo!" you laughed, tugging Maliksi's suit sleeve, pointing at the window.

"Na ano?" he curiously inquired, not understanding what you were referring to.

"Na kapag may tikbalang na kinakasal, umuulan habang may araw pa," you replied, eyes filled with childlike mirth and wonder. A rainbow had even begun to form by the clouds. "Look, it's magical! Ang ganda pala ng view dito kasama ang old Spanish architecture. Timeless na timeless. It's so pretty, 'no? Picture tayo 'maya, Mal."

Unlike you, it wasn't the sky outside that the prince was looking at. Amidst the loud cheers for the newlywed couple and the bubbles the guests were blowing, his vision could only focus on how magnificent you looked while being amazed. You were his best view. (Ed from 90-Day Fiancé, kabahan ka na, may katapat ka sa pickup line mo.)

》》》

"Smile for the picture!"

You giggled as Maliksi was dragged into a photo-op with the bridesmaids and the important older wedding sponsors a few feet away (funnily, he looked a little constipated around them). All of a sudden, when he was heading back to your direction, you were roughly pushed into the said man's arms. When you turned around, there was nothing (except maybe a gust of wind that came out of nowhere).

"Ooh, gotcha. Careful," the tikbalang steadied you, strong hands holding your biceps. "Natapilok ka?"

"... Huh, hindi naman," you wondered suspiciously, looking around. "I think someone pushed me? Parang tinulak ako... but wala namang tao."

"Weird. Maybe it was just the wind."

It actually was. Really. Maliksi knew for a fact that it was those two taong hangin who were spying on you from the corner, trying to pair you up. He gave them a thumbs-up while your back was turned in the opposite direction. Hannah and Amie returned the thumbs-up before vanishing. Suddenly, the two wedding photographers had moved on from the bridesmaids and were right beside you.

"What a lovely couple you two are!" she praised. Before you could correct her, she held up the black contraption she held towards you two. "Pose for the camera, lovelies!"

And so you did, the photographer guiding you two on what to do. Maliksi wrapped his arm around your waist and you leaned on his side, looking sidewards to the camera with one leg cocked in front of the other. Her assistant, who was holding a polaroid camera, printed out two photos for you.

"Thank you," you told him, taking the photos from his hands then flicking them rapidly to make the images develop. You and Mal were about to walk to the reception area when the photographer stopped you, handing the male beside you a business card.

"If you two need a photographer or a videographer for your wedding, call me," she signaled to both of you before running to another guest, bringing her assistant with her.

You gawked, "Mal, did you just hear what she said?"

"Loud and clear." A grin was on his face. He seemed very pleased at what he heard.

"... How can she even tell if someone is married or not?"

Maliksi's free hand took your left hand, tapping the ring finger, "Nothing here."

"Ooooooh. I get it now." Your brows creased. "Huh. This is like the fifth time today the people here have mistaken us for a couple."

Maliksi shrugged, teasing you, "Who knows? Baka may potential tayo, babe."

Before you could ask him what he meant, he was hurriedly towing you to the reception venue. While he was doing that, you stared at the now-developed polaroid photos you were holding. Huh. Maybe you two did look like a couple.

"Come on, they're serving some snacks at the welcome reception area. Peach pie and mango float-flavored. Paborito mo, babe."

》》》

The rest of the night went by without a hitch. You were actually enjoying the event—the host was great, the food was great, the music was great. Everything was great... that was, until the games.

"Alright! Now that the bride's garter has been removed, let's have the bouquet and garter toss... starting with the females!" the host announced. "Dear bride, please stay here in front. And all single ladies—and by single I mean ready to mingle and are not married—please rise and stand here on the dance floor. Let's play matchmaker tonight, everyone!"

"Uy, single ladies daw," Maliksi nudged your side. "Sign mo na 'yan." You snorted like a pig.

"Nope, ayokong madamay sa bouquet toss," you whisper-yelled at your best friend. "Do you know how embarrassing that is?! Besides, they won't notice if I don't join! Special tactic ko 'yan sa weddings: pretending I'm not single. Katabi naman kita."

More women came to the front, making you feel assured that you didn't need to participate. The host was about to say something, when the bride interrupted to whisper something into his ear.

"Hala, halaaa! Sabi ko all single ladies, pero may isang single lady na nagtatago pa!" he announced, making you freeze. Please don't let it be you. "What's her name, beloved bride?"

"Y/N L/N." You nearly spat out your champagne. You? Did they just call out your name? How did they know?

"Oh fuck," you cursed quietly.

"'Di ka makakatakas dito, babe," Maliksi jabbed, making you stand up. "Tinatawag ka na."

"Baka may ibang Y/N L/N dito," you resisted, attempting to sit back down. "I can't do this, Mal."

"'Sus, ikaw pa. And it's just a symbolic ceremony!" he encouraged, as if he didn't have any underlying intentions. "I doubt the bouquet will go to you anyway."

Sheesh, what a big fat liar you are, tikbalang prince.

You expressed your dissatisfaction with the situation, "Bwiset, fine. I'll just... dodge it. Or evade it. God, I swear..." You calmed down, confident. "I'm not going to worry. I've never caught the bouquet at my own friends' weddings anyway."

When you were at the dance floor, Maliksi snickered, seeing the bride—his cousin—wink at him. After all, he had thoroughly bribed her earlier.

《《《

"It's about time you settled down with someone, Mal," the bride commented while he slipped her the newest Hermés designer bag filled with a bunch of jewelry (plus some bills) two hours ago, right before the reception began and while you were in the restroom freshening up. "Hehehe, this is why you're my favorite cousin."

"Do we have a deal?"

"Of course. I'll make sure she participates. I'll also try to throw it in her direction."

"Good. Thanks."

"You better invite me to your beach wedding. I can tell how much you love her."

"Not a problem. I'll even make you a sponsor."

The bride stared at her bouquet, already practicing how she was going to throw it, "Tito's going to thank me so much for ensuring that he's going to get grandkids soon, hihi."

》》》

Back to the present, on the other end of the room, Maliksi saw a familiar duo give him a sign that they were ready. Bingo. Time to execute the most important part of his plan.

《《《

"I don't care how you do it," he told the two wind elementals after he bribed the bride. "I've already instructed the bride on what she should do, pero siguraduhin niyo lang talagang lumipad sa kanya ang bouquet."

"Mmhmm," Amie flipped her hair, a hand on her cocked hip. "And what do we get in return, oh great Señorito Armanaz?"

"Sagot ko bar-hopping niyo for one month."

The two girls pretended to think about it, making Maliksi roll his eyes. He had to pull out the big guns, huh?

"Fine. Magbibigay ako ng cash deposit plus pwede niyong gamitin ang black card ko for a one-week shopping spree in Ortigas." There. Bullseye. That's what they liked.

"Deal!" they exclaimed excitedly.

Hannah let a cool gust of wind enter one of the nearby windows, testing out how they're going to do this. "Ano pa bang pinaplano mo for Y/N mamaya?"

Maliksi hummed, "Basta."

》》》

You tried your best to hide within the densest part of the group of women. The bride seemed to have her eyes on you, weirdly enough, and she looked almost feral wanting to throw her flowers into someone's face.

That someone being you. Most likely.

"Target locked on," you saw her mouth move. She positioned herself like she was about to throw a football at someone (ahem, you). Holy shit, was she talking to you? Miss ma'am, it was a bouquet toss not a bouquet throw. The bride seemed to notice this, and once more regained her elegant composure.

"3, 2, 1," the host counted down. "Go!"

Surprisingly, the bouquet flew very high into the air (it was a wonder it didn't get tangled in the ceiling decor), but quite a distance away from you. You grinned, knowing it was too far to even touch you. Squeezing through the crowd of women eagerly awaiting the bouquet, you went to return to your assigned table.

Ah, what a wonderful evening.

Sike!

Something painfully landed right into your face, leaves and flowers getting into your hair and mouth.

... Wait, leaves and flowers?

Before you could comprehend it, the bouquet dropped right into your arms. What kind of ungodly, inhuman force allowed this to even happen?

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have our lucky girl for the night!" Everyone clapped, with some—those guests you knew—even cheering your name unbelievably loud. The host approached you, a glint in his eye which you couldn't understand. "Miss Y/N, kindly sit here while we await the lucky guy who catches the garter from the groom."

What just happened?

"All single gentlemen, please proceed to the dance floor. Remember, the man who gets the garter gets to slip it onto the lucky lady's leg later!"

Oh, God. You pinched the bridge of your nose. What you'd give to be back at home or to be in that resort in Batangas you'd planned on going to for a solo vacation.

"To make this even more exciting," the host stated, handing you a black blindfold. "Our lucky lady has to keep her eyes closed until her lucky man for the night captures the bride's garter! When the music plays, only then can she uncover her eyes."

See? Humiliating, just as you expected. Still, you wrapped the blindfold around your head (albeit hesitantly). You attempted to guess who it might be, thinking of all the tikbalang friends Maliksi had introduced to you back then whenever he invited you to his clan reunions.

"Groom, are you ready?" the host asked, microphone loud and clear.

"Ready na ready!"

"Single gentlemen, are you ready?!"

"Ready na ready! Awoo, awoo!" they loudly chorused, exactly mimicking Spartans about to engage in battle. You sweatdropped in the seat you were in. This was actually kind of scary. Maybe you felt a bit objectified.

"3, 2, 1, go!"

There was a brief moment of silence, which made you concerned. Ba't ang tahimik? Then, everyone erupted into roars and bravoes much louder than when you caught the bouquet—perhaps even louder by tenfold. What the heck was happening?!

The music played. Very raunchy, spicy, babymaking music. You expected it to be the typical Careless Whisper by George Michael or Pony by Ginuwine (corny songs which you could probably laugh at, at least), but no. Nuh-uh, this was probably worse. The DJ must be pretty young, the song of their choosing being a slowed, bass-boosted, sexier remix of Earned It by the Weeknd.

Ano 'to, bold? Fifty Shades of Grey? The hell was this?

Alright. This was embarrassing. Thank the heavens there were no children at this party. From the music alone and its implications, this was strictly for adults.

You removed your blindfold (that was okay now, right?) as the guests whistled playfully. You peeked one eye open reluctantly, then inwardly groaned. Oh, no. You should've expected it to be him of all people from how loud the reactions were. And all those yells from the crowd were from his family.

Son of a—

"Well, this has proven to be a very interesting arrangement!" the host proclaimed. "Our lucky man for tonight is none other than our great clan leader's heir, Maliksi Armanaz! Congratulations, sir! You get to slip the lacey little garter on Miss Y/N!"

The said very smug tikbalang stood a few feet away from the chair you were sitting on, smirking at you. His hair was no longer in that mesmerizing ponytail—instead, he'd tied it into a more sinfully attractive man-bun, loose strands framing his face and accentuating that sharp, angled jaw of his (say yes and thank you to Manny Jacinto's jawline, besties).

"Let's cheer him on in his new mission, everybody!" the host pushed. Was this that glint in his eye earlier? And was that a one thousand peso bill sticking out of his pocket?

The groomsmen, Mal's cousins and uncles whom you've met before, hollered words of encouragement to the tall man (who was, oddly enough, not one bit fazed). In fact, Maliksi seemed like he was famished as he stared you down.

You swallowed, feeling like you were going to get eaten (heh, say that again). Maliksi had shrugged off his dark suit blazer to the beat of the song (holy fuck, he also unclasped the suspenders attached to his pants right before your eyes—asdfghjkl). Were you prepared for this? No. Will you ever be prepared? No!

"Mr. Armanaz, before you begin," the host interrupted. "We have an additional challenge for you in this mission. Kaya mo ba? It was a request of the newlywed couple."

"What is it?"

"Use your teeth!" the bride and the groom cheerfully shouted, clapping with the other guests. Whatdidtheysaaaaay???

The cocky bastard didn't even hesitate, his smirk at you growing wider; those pearly whites of his on full display. Was it just you or were his canines a little sharper than usual?

"Anything for the newlyweds. Challenge accepted," he dashingly replied, winking at you. You sputtered indignantly. Pisteng yawa. Putangina. Putek. Pakshet. You swore you thought of every swear word in the book at that moment. What did that YouTube parody song about Filipino mythological creatures say again? About the tikbalang? Ah, yes. Half-macho dancer and half-stallion. Maybe the joke was true, especially when you saw what Maliksi did next.

He bit the shred of lace, loosening his necktie (bestie, you good there?), unbuttoning some top buttons, and rolling up the sleeves of his collared white undershirt up to his elbows (consequently showing off his toned, veiny forearms—those lucky bridesmaids behind him nearly fainted). Honestly, you felt like you were about to lose your mind from embarrassment. With how tantalizing your guy best friend was being? Let our response be: San Pedro, kunin mo na ako. Was he doing all this to tease you? To rile you up?

Because damn it all, it was working. In your ten years of knowing Maliksi Armanaz, withstanding all his daily dirty jokes and flirtatious attempts, never had you seen him like this. So... wolfish. Ravenous. Like he was a man that hadn't been fed in years.

He stalked closer towards you, falling to his knees in front of your legs. Your gown had a long slit that extended up to an inch or two below where your left leg began—your best friend was eyeing his target already, knowing where to place the garter. Normally, you would never even wear something as revealing as this gown. It just wasn't your type, but Maliksi was the one who bought this for you for this specific occasion, so you had no choice. It was this or your pantulog he stole you in just hours ago. At first, you were confident in the gown. Now? You felt too... naked.

Somehow, in the heat of it all, you'd muted out the noise of the venue. Maliksi teasingly lifted your foot up, fingertips slyly grazing the thin shoe straps around your left foot—his calculated touch leaving fire in its trail. Once the garter had been successfuly inserted past your high-heeled stilettos, the man kneeling in front of you kept his hands to himself. Despite the fact that now there was absolutely zero skin-to-skin contact between you and this man, your body felt hotter than it ever was before as he expertly slid the lacy bit of cloth up your ankle at an agonizingly slow pace.

Maliksi's warm eyes had turned dark, his pupils blown, a tinge of red in them—of his true beast—while he maintained striking eye contact with you, pulling the garter up your calf with his teeth. Smoothly tugging... tugging... tugging. Tangina, it was like he was undressing you with his eyes alone; like he was telepathically telling you to keep your eyes open.

To keep your eyes on him, where he was knelt inbetween your legs, his hands intentionally locked on his back. Did you ever imagine this? Him between your legs? Maybe. Once or twice. But you never thought about it seriously; Maliksi dated girls left and right in the past.

His lips... his lips were so close... so close to your leg that you could feel the heat of his breath along with the lace. Were you about to die? Perhaps you already did. Maybe you were in heaven. Up... up... up... snap!

Suddenly, he stopped, grinning up at you mischievously and letting the elastic bounce back to the skin of your left knee.

"I'm not going any further, don't worry, babe," he whispered, noting that your eyes had become misty and glazed over. Internally, he grew worried. "That's enough." Did he think it was from discomfort? From you being uncomfortable? Bitch, no. It was the exact opposite. You had never been this turned on in your entire life.

You felt like your soul had left your body at that moment. Did you just have a heart attack? Was your blood pressure okay? Before you or Maliksi could stand, however, someone bellowed from the wedding sponsor tables.

"Higher! That's an order!"

Fucking hell, it was Maliksi's father who shouted. He wasn't in the huge tikbalang form you'd normally meet him in, but he was still very intimidating in his humanoid form, commanding attention and subservience wherever he went. You could tell where Maliksi got it from.

Instantly, the other guests—already half-drunk and wanting the spirit of partying to continue on—joined in.

"Higher! Higher!"

The host cheered, "You heard Señor Armanaz! Higher!"

Maliksi gave you a questioning look. Even if it was his father who spoke up, he still wouldn't do anything you didn't want. Well, you two made it this far; there was no point in getting embarrassed now. You bit the inside of your cheek, nodding. You probably couldn't erase the redness on your skin with how much you'd blushed from this night. It was as if the heat was tattooed onto your skin.

"Go on, Mal," you whispered to him, bending your torso down closer to his face, eyes half-lidded from want. "Finish what you started, babe."

With those sultry bedroom eyes he'd never once seen you show him before—plus you turning the tables with that familiar term of endearment, how could he refuse? Like a switch had been flipped inside him, he immediately complied, taking the frilly scrap of stretchy lace between his teeth once more, moving it further up to your thighs until where your high slit ended—centimeters below the warming juncture between your legs.

Your legs felt wobbly... boneless, as you stood up from the chair, the fabric of your gown cascading over where the lace sat securely on your upper left thigh. The party was still going strong even after you two finished the garter wearing tradition.

"'Atta boy! That's my son!" Señor Armanaz blazoned, standing up and raising his glass for a toast. "Cheers to the newlywed couple! May they last forever!"

You guys weren't the newlyweds, but it did sure feel like it. If the clan leader was hyped up, everyone was hyped up. Heck, the groom and the bride didn't mind one bit what had just transpired on their dance floor. In all the chaos, Maliksi took you out of the reception area and somewhere quieter. More private.

You would need to have a serious, urgent talk with your boy best friend.

》》》

You two silently sat on a stone bench in a gazebo somewhere in the reserved venue for the wedding, trying to cool down and get yourselves back together (at this point, you needed ice from that steamy, half-scandalous event you just went through). Here, there was no one else except for the chirping of crickets, the lush trees surrounding the area, and the golden fairy lights strewn all over the roof. Awkwardness was something you'd expected after what just happened, but somehow, you still felt comfort in this man's presence. For the past thirty minutes, both of you just stayed still, lost in your thoughts and reflecting.

"Mal?" you finally spoke up.

"... Hmm?"

"Ano tayo?"

"Whatever you want us to be."

Your fingers instinctively reached out for his, just like they always did when you were anxious. Sensing this, he grasped your hand and squeezed it reassuringly. Soothingly. He massaged the skin of your fingers, distracting you from your nervousness. It seemed like both nothing and everything changed between both of you. The gesture was the same, but so different at the same time.

"Mahal mo ako." It was not a question. It was a statement. A truth—one that you'd been too blind to see before. One that you only discovered while you stared into each other's eyes in that party not as best friends. You realized with a jolt in your heart what he really felt for you, and now, what you really felt for him. In those thirty minutes of silence, you knew. You just knew.

"Yes. I do."

"... Just as a best friend?" you probed.

"..."

Finally, you gazed into his eyes, previously so dark and full of hunger. Now? Just reluctant. Vulnerable. Open. Unsure of what to do next.

Seems like you had to be the one to take initiative tonight. Taking out your phone, you opened your music app and pressed play on a certain song. Ikaw at Ako by Johnoy Danao. You removed your heels (which were starting to blister your ankles and toes), then pulled him up to stand.

"Dance with me," you murmured, grabbing his arms to wrap them around your waist. He was stiff. Tense. What was he to do when the woman he's been pining after for so long let him hold her? All his gallantry and ability to romance disappeared out the window the moment you let him touch you so intimately.

You two weren't even waltzing. Just swaying. Slowly, you leaned your head on his broad chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.

"... I love you," Maliksi admitted in the middle of it all, feeling like he was dreaming. Your head on his chest kept him grounded to reality, however. "More than anything in the universe. I fell for you ever since you patched me up when you were nineteen and I was a reckless drag racer who didn't have a purpose in life. 'Nung dinala mo ako pabalik sa Armanaz Tower on the verge of death. Simula noon, ikaw lang."

"I realized that," you smiled, reminiscing the old memory. You were just a broke college student that time, coming back to your dorm from making your group thesis at a classmate's house. Imagine your panic when you found a half-man, half-horse bleeding out by some bushes on the way home at night. Despite your fear and your little money (only enough to feed you for the week), you went out of your way to buy a first-aid kit at the nearest 7/11. It was scary, but you managed to mend the creature's wounds by the side of the road. When he was finally able to speak, turning fully human (which you admit, freaked you out initially), you arduously carried him back to his address—to his father and his clan, even if you had classes the very next morning. Because of your heroic deed of saving their precious heir, the tikbalang clan had become indebted to you: a teenage girl on the verge of a mental academic breakdown, just making her way through the cruel adult world. How old of a memory that was, you thought, yet you still recalled it in perfect detail. "Just a while ago."

"Ah." He swayed you gently.

"Lahat ng ito, plano mo?"

"... Yes," Maliksi fessed up. "Except for this part where we're here dancing in this belvedere. Wala sa plano ko. Gusto ko sanang magconfess doon sa may fountain para sweet, pero..."

You lifted your head off his chest, smiling at him with one brow raised, "You know, between both of us, you're supposed to be the spontaneous one. Planning isn't usually your thing."

"I know. It's a failure, huh?" Maliksi sighed.

"Nah." You shook your head, then suddenly locked lips with him. It was so fast and surprising he didn't even get the chance to return your first kiss. For once, you caught him off guard. You pecked him on the lips again. "It's not a failure."

"Wha—"

"I'm sorry for making you wait, Maliksi. Ten years. We're twenty-nine now, and only tonight do I realize how blind I've been. We've been going around in circles, wasting so much time. Ayoko nang mag-aksaya ng oras," you whispered guiltily against his lips. How could you have been so blind? Andaming nasayang na taon. Making up your mind, you told him, "Yes. Sige, I accept. I'll be your plus one."

The tikbalang was flustered and baffled from the kiss, as well as your revelation, "... But, you already are?"

"No, silly. I meant that I'll be your plus one for life. For as long as you'll have me," you laughed, now processing that you were currently dancing barefoot with your boy best friend and had just kissed him in a wedding you didn't even plan on going to. The universe had a mysterious way of doing things. "Guess I'm the spontaneous one now, huh?"

Maliksi was tongue-tied. "Seryoso ka ba? Is... Is this a marriage proposal?"

"Whatever you want it to be," you echoed his words back to him. "Best friend, plus one, girlfriend, wife—mmpf!"

He kissed you so hard your lips bruised. After an impromptu makeout session which was definitely more in character for Maliksi, you both pulled away, panting heavily in search for air, still desperate for passion. He cupped your cheeks, giving you a sweet, featherlight Eskimo kiss.

"You're missing one more title."

"Hm? What do you mean, Mal?"

"Love of my life." He kissed you again, this time lifting you off your feet and spinning you around (his sneaky right hand was resting on your bum, too, giving it a tight squeeze). You know in the Princess Diaries where the main character's foot just... pops whenever the prince charming kissed her? Yeah, that happened to you on that humid summer night. This was right. You two were meant to be together. Everything was falling into place.

The bungalow you reserved for your Batangas vacation leave ended up being the site of your very eventful honeymoon with the Prince of the Tikbalang (with his libido, it wasn't that difficult to continue where you'd left off in the garter toss; that scrap of lace came off your leg the same way it went on). Actually, nauna pa ang honeymoon sa actual wedding (it was definitely spontaneous). Right after your confession in that alcove, you two went to Maliksi's father to ask for his blessing (which he gladly gave, cackling and saying that it took you long enough) before you guys went driving off to Batangas that night. You and Mal indeed had lots and lots of fun in that resort (I'll let you imagine the rest). More beautiful memories were made from that point on—this time, not just as best friends.

All that and your small, intimate wedding occurred in early April. Just when you thought that it'd be impossible to fulfill Maliksi's life goal of having a baby within the year (nine months of pregnancy meant that the earliest you'd give birth would be January next year), the impossible happened.

Exactly thirty-two weeks later, on New Year's Eve, the Armanaz herd welcomed one prince and two new princesses into the world. Triplets who were instantly adored by everyone in the clan.

Señor Armanaz had never been happier, and so were you and your husband. Your best friend. The love of your life. Your forever plus one.

Maybe being spontaneous wasn't so bad after all.

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Ugnayan

Summary:

Filipino word, noun: connection between persons, groups, countries, etc.

A collection of works detailing a manananggal clan’s relations with the Treses, and their allies.

III: Hiraya

Summary:

Filipino word, noun: imagination, vision, illusion; the fruit of one’s dreams, wishes, and aspirations; a dream.

Basilio knows there’s a line he’s crossing, and he’s at the point of no return.

Words: 4144

Characters: Basilio, Sabina (OC), Crispin, Hank Sparrow, Alexandra Trese, Anton Trese, Reyna Manananggal, Dominic Villaceran (mentioned only), Mama Grande (mentioned only), Gog (mentioned only)

Relationships: Basilio/Original Female Character

Language: English, with a few Filipino words and phrases sprinkled in.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Strong language, sexual themes, discussion about past about non-con

Author’s Notes:

I am: back on my bullshit again (1)

Umagang kay kalat sa inyo, here’s part three of my Basilio x OC fic. Who knows, maybe I’ll write a proper story one day, but right now my Basilio brainrot is back with a vengeance. This was sitting in my hard drive since September and I thought maybe a day before Valentine’s day was a good day to finally post it in public. I couldn’t decide which scene to draw for the art tie-in so I ended up with a two-page comic 😩

Spoiler warning for Verdugo: Takutan because this story heavily references its lore and events! The comics are known to be darker in tone, and so is this fic, so heed the warnings above.

In hindsight, Sabina should’ve saved her last cigarette for later.

Now, she has nothing to calm her down except for the water flowing from the motel’s sink. Gingerly, she presses a finger on a bruised patch of skin on her neck. Even with her regenerative abilities, it’ll take a while to disappear. It’s been a while since her last feeding, too. She’ll need something substantial soon.

It’s fine. The bruises are nothing a little concealer couldn’t fix.

She steps out of the bathroom in nothing but the towel the motel staff provided. The air conditioner’s hum and the idle chatter on the television reached her ears.

The aroma of food reached her nose, and with her eyes, she saw her childhood friend sitting on the bed and helping himself to a chicken leg while watching TV.

“Chicken arrived while you were showering,” Basilio says, grinning at her. “They said the rest of the food will come soon.”

As if on cue, the doorbell rings and Sabina answers it. An order of La Paz batchoy arrived courtesy of room service. She sets it on the table, where more servings of food can be found, and soiled dishes piled up in the corner. Sabina gathers the dirty dishes and hands them over to housekeeping with a quiet thank you.

The kitchen staff wasn’t sure whether they should be grateful for the patronage or frustrated at the volume of orders they received.

Of course a war demigod with an insatiable appetite and a ravenous aswang agreed to order everything on the menu.

Aswang metabolism will burn through all those calories like its paper. Sabina isn’t quite sure why the Kambal requires so much food to function, though. Fond memories of bonding over Hank’s cooking resurfaced.

Maybe she should visit the Diabolical again, this time for pleasure. Hopefully she can still request a plate of spaghetti from Hank, even though the place is a bar now.

Basilio reaches for the other chicken leg and Sabina has no other choice but to swat his hand.

“That’s mine,” she warns him, playfully.

With a pout, Basilio settles on the crispy pata instead. “Ang daya.”

“Anong madaya?” Sab crosses her arms. “You already had the other leg. Takaw mo.” Sabina sits next to him in the bed and helps herself to the food. She finishes the chicken leg in no more than a few bites. Then, she made a quick trip to the table to retrieve the steaming bowl of soup.

Basilio nudges her playfully when she sits back down to eat. “You’re one to talk.”

Sabina laughs and playfully rolls her eyes. She was about to take her first sip when Basilio’s arm quickly shot out to stop her. “Wait, this has garlic in it.”

“Duh, I could smell it cooking from the kitchen while I was in the shower.”

“Isn’t garlic going to hurt you?”

Sabina hums and takes a sip of the broth to show him she’ll be fine. Her face turns red, and not from embarrassment. “See? I’m fine. I’m pretty sure you had spicy food before, right?”

Basilio remembers that time he bit into a slice of siling labuyo in the vinegar that came with Hank’s crispy beef tapa. He nods.

“It burns, right? Garlic’s spicy when I eat it. I’ve built a tolerance to it to blend in with the humans.”

“No wonder smearing crushed garlic on a manananggal’s lower half would kill her. That must be one hell of a burn.”

Sabina laughs at the morbid turn their conversation took. “I mean, if I took crushed sili and smeared it all over a human’s wound, it’s going to hurt too.”

“What about waving garlic around to repel aswang? Why does that work?”

“It’s the same principle as humans cutting onions. It irritates our eyes, but the effect is stronger due to our sharper senses. So yes, before you ask, I could smell your feet the moment you took your shoes off earlier and somehow I still decided to have fun with you.”

Basilio pouts. “Oy! My feet don't-” he takes his foot up to sniff it- “ok, fine, it’s a little funky.”

For the first time in years, Basilio witnesses Sabina roar with laughter, lively and unabashed. “And a little is a lot to us aswang!”

Despite the teasing, Basilio laughs with her.

She rests her chin on his shoulder as she calms down.

A few years ago, she would’ve been resting her chin on Basilio’s head. She used to loom over him; a weeping willow drawn to his more outgoing nature. Then, she stopped growing when she was twelve, while somewhere down the line, the Kambal got a growth spurt and they’re almost a foot taller than her.

Life is unfair.

Sabina finished the last of her soup, and popped a piece of candy in her mouth. Basilio notices it, interest piqued.

“Hey, isn’t that the same candy you used to bring us when we were kids? I missed those.”

“Yeah. This was the last piece I had with me though.”

Basilio smirks. “We could share it.”

“Hay nako, Bas, you…”

Her train of thought stops when a news report interrupts regular programming. News of the stunt they just pulled off reached the airwaves. From the studio, the broadcast transitions to the scene of the incident. Then, it cuts to an angry Gog, Mama Grande’s eldest son, pushing reporters gunning for a statement aside.

Basilio guessed that if her son was pissed, Mama Grande definitely was too.

Sabina grabs the remote and switches it to the music channel.

“Uy, I was watching that!”

“Sorry. Bad memories.”

With a questioning look, Basilio turns to her. “Ex boyfriend?”

Sabina scoffs, furrowing her eyebrows. “Wasn’t even a boyfriend. Send Verdugo my thanks for taking out his eye. I’d say thank you myself, but he might turn me into a leather coin purse.”

“This Gog guy really hurt you badly, huh?”

Basilio guessed that his lady friend was pushing back horrible memories, and he was right.

“Can we drop it? I just don’t wanna see his mug.”

“Okay,” Basilio shrugs. He finishes the rest of his meal and adds the plate to the pile. After washing his hands in the bathroom, he plops next to his playmate.

“Why don’t you look at my mug instead while I make you forget all about him?”

Basilio’s chuckle was almost cruel when he saw Sabina’s eyes widen. The aswang princess is bashful in person compared to her self-assured demeanor when she’s either crooning or shrieking into a mic on the stage, or a gun when she’s perched on a rooftop. She reminds him of the candy she used to give him and his Kuya Crispin when they were young; they impatiently bit through the hard peppermint snaps, only to find molten chocolate in the core.

He buries his nose at the crook of her neck. Sabina smells of soap and that same peppermint candy, layered with hints of vanilla and a floral note he couldn’t quite place.

Basilio wants to eat her all up.

“Wait, you wanna go again? You already finished, Bas. You made me finish twice. Not that I’m complaining...”

Taking the empty bowl from Sabina’s hand, Basilio sets it by the bedside table, and he cages his old friend between his arms.

“Let’s make it even then.” He leans in to croon in her ear. “I still have some fight in me. We can go for a few more rounds if you’re up for it, pillow princess.”

A warm tongue lapping at a darkening bruise on her collarbone makes Sabina shudder. “Brush your teeth before you put your mouth anywhere near my-”

Before they knew it, they’re laying on the bed, an exhausted pile of limbs tangled with each other. Basilio cradles his lady friend’s head on his bicep, and he buries his nose in her messy crown of hair.

There’s blood on the sheets from when Sabina had clawed her lover’s back to shreds. Thankfully, his back has already healed. On the other hand, the loving bruises his mouth left on her skin aren’t going away soon. She’s panting, one leg over his thigh.

“That was not a few more rounds,” Sabina mumbles, catching her breath.

Basilio licks his lips, and draws her closer to him. “Princess, the fact that you can still talk means those weren’t enough rounds.”

A breathless laugh escapes Sabina’s lips. “Ugh, you are an incorrigible pervert!”

Basilio raises an eyebrow at her, and he smirks. “You’re one to talk. Where did you even learn that trick with your tongue?”

“I can’t give away all of my secrets.” Sabina smiles, content and sleepy. “The first time I got with someone in years and it got this intense…”

“We lasted more rounds than Manuel’s last boxing match,” Basilio chuckles.

“We sure did, you perv. How long have you wanted to do this?” Sabina asks, lightly pressing on a tender bruise on her neck, one of the many marks he left on her skin. “Para kang mauubusan.”

Basilio doesn’t choose to respond, opting to bury his face in her hair. Sabina didn’t have to look at his face to know that he’s wearing a satisfied smile on his lips.

She checks the time on her phone. Almost five in the morning. As nocturnal creatures, it’s the equivalent of bedtime for most aswang. She sends a quick explanation and an apology to her bandmates for suddenly leaving them the night before, and tosses her phone aside. Then, she takes off her glasses.

Their activities made her desperate for sleep.

Turning back to her lover, she settles in his arms, and notices a pattern on his right shoulder, extending all the way to his chest. Sabina traces it with a feather-light touch. “So, where did you get this tattoo?”

“It’s not a tattoo. It’s a birthmark, I think.”

“I haven’t seen it when we were younger, though.”

Sabina eyes it with curiosity, letting her thoughts occupy her so sleep couldn’t. She should be getting dressed and going home. She wonders why Basilio isn’t moving either.

“Isn’t Alex-” she corrects herself, thinking that using the Lakan’s name is far too casual for an informant like her- “I mean Trese going to look for you?”

“Shhh, let’s not think about work for now. C’mon. Get some rest.”

Stretching as she yawns, Sabina closes her eyes. “If you say so.”

Minutes later, she feels that his eyes are still on her, and she sticks out a tongue.

“Close your eyes,” the aswang mumbles, groggy and a little irritated, eyes heavy with sleep. 

“But I like you.”

“You can still like me with your eyes closed.”

Basilio began to play with her crown of wavy hair. Sabina huffs in amusement and snuggles closer to his chest.

When he pressed a kiss on her forehead, she felt warmth spread through her face. In response, she cranes her neck to look at him. Taken aback by the intimacy he’s showing her, her misty eyes search his pitch-black ones for an answer.

“Basilio, I…”

“I missed you, Sab.”

They share a sweet, drawn-out kiss as they lay entangled in each other’s arms.

It’s like the one she gave him the day she said goodbye, from a more innocent time.

“I missed you too,” she mumbles against his mouth.

Perhaps in the flurry of the night’s events and the haze of her feelings for the demigod, she had let her guard down.

They stopped being in each other’s lives all of a sudden, and just like that, reconnection was just as abrupt. However, the innocence from the days of playing tagu-taguan and bahay-bahayan is long gone. The warm camaraderie they shared grew to a smoldering fire.

The tension boiled over and neither of them stopped themselves from reacting to it.

Sabina had let him crawl under her skin, and Basilio knew this.

Basilio caresses her cheek, and her hand touches his arm. The princess’ eyes flutter shut, with tiny droplets of tears resting on her long eyelashes.

He reminisces about the day he and his kuya met her.

Peals of laughter echoed in the Diabolical Cafe as he ran from Crispin in a game of taya. Their footsteps pounded against the floor and the walls, which alerted Hank to their presence. He put his cleaver down and called them over.

A sutsot from Hank could mean one of two things: he needs to say something important to them, or he’s about to deliver a scolding.

The Kambal stops in their tracks, floating over to Hank.

“There’s someone taking a nap on the couch,” he tells them. “You two, be polite and keep the noise down.”

“A guest?” Basilio asks. “Why would a guest sleep on the couch?”

“Because they’re sleepy, duh,” Crispin retorts, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Before the two can squabble, Hank cuts them off with an explanation. “That’s the Reyna Manananggal’s kid. Don’t mess with her or you might end up as aswang chow.”

The two nod in unison, and float away from him to play somewhere else.

Curiosity gets the best of Basilio when he looks over his shoulder and sees wavy hair sticking out from the sofa. He sneaks away from his brother’s sight to investigate.

“A girl!”

Hank squints at him, an unamused look on his face. “Oy Basilio, I’m warning you!”

It was too late. Crispin comes over to investigate too.

The younger Kambal kneels in front of the sofa to get a closer look. The girl clinging onto a pillow, pressing it close to her chest. She wore her hair in low pigtails, the waves cascading down her shoulders. On the bridge of her nose, her glasses perched askew. Behind the glasses, Basilio could see that her eyelashes were long. She snored lightly. On her school ID, whose lanyard was tied to her purple school trolley, it says that she goes to “St. Agnes’ Academy for Girls”. In capital letters, her name is spelled out for Basilio: Sabina Marie A. Evasco.

“She’s pretty!” Basilio didn’t modulate his voice at all, and his excitement was to blame. “She doesn’t look like a manananggal… or even an aswang. If her mama’s a reyna, does that make her a prinsesa?”

Crispin puts a forefinger against his own lips and hushes his little brother. “Shh! We can ask her later when she wakes up! Let’s get out of here!”

Awakened by the chatter, the girl stirs and stretches her arms. She takes off her glasses and rubs the sleep from her eyes. There’s a small, blurry figure in front of her.

A kid like her. Finally, she was waiting for a playmate!

Hank said there’s a girl a few years older than her that she can play with when the grownups’ meeting is over.  Maybe they can braid each other’s hair. Sabina Marie thinks she’s small for someone older though.

When she put on her glasses, however, she found out that playmate wasn’t a girl at all. Hank had told her about two brothers who were around her age too.

She blinks a few times. Her sleepiness turns into surprise. “Ah! A boy!”

Crispin tsked. “Yan tuloy! Basilio woke her up!”

Basilio flashes a winning grin. “Hehe. Sorry I woke you up, Sleeping Beauty.”

From the kitchen, Hank couldn’t help but laugh. “Oy, tama na ang pick-up line. Magpakilala ka ng ayos.”

“Hi, I’m Basilio.”

“I’m Crispin. I’m his kuya.”

The girl looks at them back and forth, fascinated by the fact that they’re twins. Their features are identical, save for the lengths of their hair. The one more eager to talk to her, Basilio, had longer hair tied to a ponytail. The older, quieter one, Crispin, had his hair cut short and neat. 

She decides that they’re nice and gives them a shy smile.

“Hi. I’m Sabina Marie.”

“Your name’s too long. Can I call you Sab?” Basilio asks her, scooting closer.

“Um, sure!”

Gregarious little Basilio sits next to her on the couch, and the more reserved Crispin joins them. They chat idly, and not long after, they’re off to play a game of taya.

Hearing about their plan, Hank calls out. “Oy, you two, she’s not used to playing with boys so treat her gently.”

The younger of the two interjects defensively. “We’re not gonna hit her!”

“Promise!” Crispin adds.

Little Sabina Marie giggles as her new playmates grab her by the hand to lead her outside. “C’mon, let’s play!”

“Let me comb your hair later!”

“Whatever makes you happy, princess!”

The afternoon came and went, and by the end of it, they’re sitting on the table, red-faced, sweaty, and hungry from an afternoon of play. Each of them enjoyed a plate of Hank’s spaghetti with hotdogs and a tall glass of cold orange juice for merienda. Crispin is sitting next to his brother, while Basilio is sitting next to their new friend.

They finished their meal and Sabina digs around her uniform’s skirt pocket. She brings out individually wrapped pieces of candy.

“Do you want some?” she asks the Kambal, and smiles sweep across their faces.

“Uy, candy!” the two almost say in unison. Their grabby hands were more than eager to take them off Sabina Marie’s. They eagerly wolfed the peppermint snaps down.

“Oy, leave some for her,” Hank scolded them, chuckling.

“It’s okay, they can have it. My new mama- I mean, Inang Reyna has more in her office.”

Hank turns to the boys. “At least thank her for the candy.”

“Thanks Sab,” Crispin says with a mouthful of sweets, and his brother follows suit. “Yeah, thanks for the candy!”

At least the attempts to instill some good manners in the boys are working, and Hank helps the children clear the table.

“Are you gonna be back again to play tomorrow?” Crispin asks, passing a plate to his new friend.

“If Inang Reyna lets me, sure.”

“We could ask permission from her if you want,” Basilio suggests. “I’m sure she’ll let us!”

All Hank could do was rub the back of his neck.

They are Talagbusao’s children, for crying out loud. Everyone in the council is a little fearful of them, but the proud, clannish aswang were especially spooked.

Sabina hesitated. “Um…”

Multiple footsteps are approaching. Before the Kambal’s new friend can give her answer, all the children turn and see various members of the council emerging from the library. Among them was a tall, regal woman in a red business suit. Without saying a word, little Sabina Marie gets off her stool to greet her.

The lady in red crinkles her nose. “Ugh, Sabina Marie, what happened to you? Amoy araw ka. Did you play under the sun?” She made no effort to wipe her sweat off. Instead, a teenage girl comes forth to tend to her.

“I made new friends. We played a game of taya outside,” Sabina tells her, motioning to the Kambal. For a brief moment, the Reyna Manananggal’s composure wavers, lips twitching into a deep frown, before she clears her throat and places a hand on Sabina’s head. On the other hand, the teenage girl beside the queen wasn’t as subtle with her disapproval, eyeing the brothers warily and pressing her younger sister closer to herself.

“Maria Rowena,” the queen addresses the teenager, “go take your little sister to the car. I’ll follow shortly after.”

“Opo, Inang Reyna.”

Rowena ushers Sabina, grabbing her by the forearm. “Wait, Ate Weng. I haven’t said goodbye to them yet.”

“Those boys are dangerous, Sabina. Let’s. Go.”

Little Sabina Marie gives her new pals a haphazard wave goodbye, confused by the entire situation. “Huh? But they’ve been nice to me. Why are they dangerous, Ate?”

“I’ll explain in the car! Stop. Asking. Questions.”

“I will if you give me an answer that makes sense!”

The sisters squabble on their way out, and Crispin and Basilio are just as confused as to why their new playmate is suddenly being whisked away.

Being the bolder of the two, Basilio dares to ask the queen a question. “Can she come back to play with us?”

The queen of the Manananggal clan turns to him, crossing her arms. “No.”

“Why not?” Basilio asks. His Kuya Crispin comes forward, taking his place at his brother’s side in his defense; the Reyna Manananggal wasn’t looking at Basilio with kindness.

“Little boy, do you know what you are?��

The Kambal gave each other confused looks. Leaving the kitchen, Hank approaches them, ready to smooth talk the kids’ way out of trouble.

Thankfully, he won’t need to.

Anton approaches with Alexandra in tow. “That’s enough. Children should be allowed to play and live normal lives. That includes your new daughter, as agreed upon in the council’s emergency meeting.”

The Reyna Manananggal narrows her eyes. “Talagbusao’s half-breeds are a danger to everyone they meet and you know it. I didn’t adopt a new daughter just for her to become these warchildren’s plaything.”

“I can assure you that they’re being taught how to treat others with kindness and respect.”

“Is that so? Don’t take me for a fool, Lakan. I have my own connections. I’ve heard about their mother’s fate. What makes you say that these brats won’t grow up to take after their father?”

Anton’s gaze hardens to a glare. “Let’s not talk about that in front of the children,” he cuts her off. “I don’t like what you’re implying, Reyna.”

Crispin and Basilio looked at the adults back and forth the whole time, unable to make sense of what they really meant. Even with the violent ways they were exposed to, the innocence of childhood somehow remained.

The Reyna Manananggal glares back in response. “Don’t tell me it never crossed your mind, that any attempts at taming their desire for bloodlust and domination will not work.”

“I’ve made it clear in the past that I will be held responsible when they go out of control. Worry not about how I raise Crispin and Basilio. It’s Sabina you should worry about.”

“Are you questioning my parenting? I thought we already settled in the meeting that I’m more than capable of taking Sabina Marie under my wing. I’ve even agreed to postponing her initiation to the manananggal clan until she’s sixteen years old.”

“I’m not. I’m simply reminding you of what these children need. Family. Friends.”

The queen sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. She crosses her arms again, taking one last nervous glance at the warchildren. “Fine. As long as you don’t meddle with how I raise my children, Lakan, I’ll allow their little playdates with my daughter.”

“As long as the stipulations are upheld, there’s no meddling to be done.”

“And if they lay a finger even on a single lock of her hair-”

“They will be disciplined. I’ll personally see to that.”

Conceding, the Reyna Manananggal uncrosses her arms and gives the Lakan’s lot one last look. “Hmph.”

Heels clacking against the cafe’s floor, she walks away, ready to be done with this sordid affair.

Once all of the guests leave, the Trese household settles down. Alex sat with Hank and they discussed what happened in the council meeting, while Anton tended to the boys. They were sitting on the couch, not a sound from the normally rambunctious pair. At the moment, they look like kicked puppies.

“Are we really a danger to anyone we meet?” the older of the two asks, frowning.

His little brother was affected by the queen’s treatment more deeply, pouting and looking forlorn. What she said got under his skin, horribly so. “Sir, what are we? Why are so many people afraid of us?”

Anton looks at Hank, then his daughter, and back to the twins. They all share a look of understanding. “Boys, I think it’s time that we talk.”

At that point, the now adult Basilio stops reminiscing. He didn’t want to reopen that wound.

He focuses on Sabina instead, who’s now fast asleep. She almost looked the same the day he found her on the couch. Sleep is the only time her face looks relaxed.

The realization sinks in, and so does the guilt.

Basilio just got intimate with his childhood friend, maybe his first love, if he can call what he felt for her back then love. Worse, she happens to be an aswang, the Reyna Manananggal’s daughter. Worst of all, Sabina is their informant; their informant for aswang activity, no less.

Bossing is going to kill him.

He closes his eyes. He’ll deal with that after some sleep.

Sabina’s soft breaths kisses his skin, and he thinks this was totally worth the scolding he’ll receive.

Crossing paths with his childhood friend again was a pleasant surprise. Holding her like this is a dream come true.

Basilio kisses her temple, and he holds her as slumber takes hold of him.

Translations:

La Paz batchoy - a local Filipino noodle dish with pork offal, crushed pork cracklings, chicken stock, beef loin and round noodles/miki

Ang daya. - That’s unfair.

Anong madaya? - What do you mean unfair?

Takaw mo. - You glutton.

Siling labuyo - a small chili pepper cultivar developed in the Philippines.

Hay nako - an expression similar to “Oh my”; some linguists say it comes from “Nanay ko po!” which means “Oh my Mother!”. Used to express frustration or exasperation.

Para kang mauubusan. - Lit. “It’s like you’ll run out (of me)”. Another way to translate this is “It’s like you can’t get enough.”

tagu-taguan - hide and seek

bahay-bahayan - playing house

taya - tag

sutsot - a hiss; a psst sound

Yan tuloy! - an expression when something unfortunate happens; can be translated as “Now look at what happened!”

Oy, tama na ang pick-up line. Magpakilala ka ng ayos. - Hey, enough with the pick-up lines. Introduce yourself properly.

Inang Reyna - lit. Queen Mother.

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me after writing smut: is this who i am? is this who i represent? lmao i've never written smut until trese, i guess the thirst was too much, let me know how y'all like it! thank you so much for all your support, ily <3

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kambal x reader; established relationship

gif by @rasputinaillyanna (see their original gifsets here!)

sfw

the three idiots

seriously, alexandra feels like she keeps aging 20+ years whenever you three are together and goofing around

this is one of the reasons why you’re not allowed on the field with them, they’d get absolutely nothing done

that, and the twins simply wont put you in danger under any circumstances

alexandra also treats you like a sister (in law) and wants you safe, but can only do so much to keep you out of their lives since you still find ways to help them out

absolutely rowdy when you’re with basilio, you and him practically have a lot of inside jokes and a secret language

people would give you both weird looks when you’re out in public, just because you’re both so damn loud

with crispin you’re more mature (but not a lot), he does these grand gestures like taking you out on expensive dates, takes instagram/pinterest style pics of you

basilio also takes pics of you, but those are some of the most unflattering ones that he sends to your groupchat as memes

the ppl who arent familiar with your relationship with the twins are almost often confused when they see you with just the one twin: they’d think “huh i saw this couple a week ago, but i could have sworn the boyfriend had much shorter hair, it couldn’t have grown that long in a week, right?”

when you do go out with the twins, they flank you and you almost get squished in between them, so sometimes you have to push them both to the sides so that you would have space to move around

the three of you like to just chill at the mall sometimes, go window shopping and then eat samgyup/mang inasal later on

other times when you manage to drag alexandra with you, people would assume that you guys are on a double date, and alexandra has the ugliest/most disgusted look on her face as she corrects them “these are my brothers” “im gay”

in your groupchat (just you and the twins) crispin is the sweet, doting one who would text you “have you eaten?” “want us to pick something up for you on the way home?” while basilio sends you memes and selfies of the twins

they send you videos and pics of pets they meet “today we met brownie and blackie”

with regards to living arrangements, the twins have separate rooms (basilio’s is the messy one, smells weird)

when you moved in, alexandra offered you your own room, and most of the time that’s where the boys stay anyway

the bed is much larger than theirs because it needs to accommodate all three of you

you three try to cook meals for ate alexandra, but it almost always turns out disastrous - mostly when basilio insists on helping

so you always make him run errands (“can you go pick up some more garlic and magic sarap”) while you and crispin man the stoves

you braid basilio’s hair while crispin tunes his guitar!!

and you spend a couple of hours listening to crispin play the guitar, basilio’s head now resting on your lap

crispin’s movie taste are like *film* and *poetic cinema* while basilio might enjoy movies that are so bad they’re good, but you three are all suckers for superhero ensemble movies and horror movies

the boys become really annoying when watching filipino horror movies because they like to point out mistakes in the film “aswangs dont do that” “why would you go there all alone are you stupid???”

“please boys i just wanna watch the movie”

a huge cuddle pile

both boys run hot, so during cold nights (that never happen, bc you live in the philippines) you’re all warm and toasty between them

both light sleepers! they were pretty heavy sleepers when they were kids/teenagers, but the occupational hazard of their jobs require them to be ready at a moment’s notice

they still, however, snore quite loudly

crispin doesn’t ever tend to move positions when sleeping, he wakes up in the same position he fell asleep in

basilio rotates around the bed like hands of a clock

most often falls off the bed, but clumsily climbs back up and cuddles you

really really simpy when it comes to you, though most of the time it’s just you three sharing one brain cell (it’s with you, mostly), they can be quite romantic and cheesy if they want to

crispin probably has his brother as just “Basilio” on his phone, and “Y/N ❤️" for you

basilio has “my love ❤️😍😘💘 ” for you and crispin’s number isn’t even registered lol

nsfw under the cut

nsfw

threesome? threesome

boys barely do anything separately and usually just have a Single Thought in both their heads, so if one is horny, the other one is 69% (lol) horny as well

you realize that crispin doesn’t like to be teased at work, but basilio enjoys it so much

you find this out when you’re alone and horny, so you send a pic of you touching yourself to the boys in your groupchat

crispin sees it first, but doesn’t say anything?? he honest to god just left you on read

meanwhile basilio also sees your pic not too long after and you quickly get a “what the fuck” as a reply from him

like 10 mins later he sends you a pic of him in what looks like a washroom and his cock is straining in his pants

he texts you “had to find a washroom so fucking fast so that ate alex and the police captain doesn’t see me so fucking hard in my pants” and “wanna eat you pussy babe”

crispin does text you when the three are on their way home, not mentioning the picture you sent “we’re on our way home”

and at first you thought he is mad at you bc he didn’t bring the nude up?? does he not want you anymore :(

but the moment they arrive crispin all but sprints to your shared bedroom and sees you there, in your underwear

holds your cheeks in one hand, “what the fuck was that baby, hmm? what did you send us?”

you try to ask if he’s mad bc you sent him a nude, ask him if there’s anything wrong, but he just lets your face go as he takes his suit off, basilio finds his way to your room, locks it, and gives you a kiss

basilio whispers “missed you baby” against your mouth before moving away to undress

crispin, now fully naked in front of you, makes you suck his cock, which is hard and twitching, its tip leaking with precum, he makes you place both his hands on your head, “do you know how surprised i was when i saw a text from you and it’s a picture of you touching your cunt? hmm?” he sighs as he sees you looking up at him, eyes watering as you struggle to take all of his cock down your throat “i had to stop myself from getting hard in front of everyone, baby, basilio couldn’t even do that”

basilio huffs but the boys reposition you so you’re in bed and on your back, crispin kneeling to your side, his cock still throbbing in your mouth, basilio positions himself between your thighs, moaning when he sees how wet you are

basilio removes your panties before rushing to sniff your cunt, groaning in delight--you’re sure his eyes roll to the back of his head before he dives into your cunt

you moan into crispin’s cock and he grunts, shoving more of his cock into your mouth, now moving faster, “i really wanna cum down your throat baby, would you let me?”

you nod and he pushes his cock all the way into your mouth, your nose practically touching his groin and pubes

you gag, for a moment panicked as you try to breathe in, while crispin just eyes you, his cock growing ever harder when he looks at your face wet with tears and drool, he grabs your hair, softly at first, to make sure you’re okay, and when you nod crispin groans as he sets up his pace, groaning as he feels his orgasm building

basilio, meanwhile, is licking and sucking your clit with three fingers knuckles deep in your cunt, and when he starts to feel you spasming, a telltale sign that your orgasm is approaching, he pulls his mouth and fingers out and quickly replacing them with his fat cock

immediately, you and basilio both groan, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel yourself so full of cock

basilio curses under his breath before taking your legs and resting them against his shoulders “fuck, y/n, im sorry i’m not gonna last long” “your pussy got me so fucking hard you tasted so good baby, you know how much i love your little pussy, right?”

crispin groans at this before he pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaning down to kiss you, he then moves down your neck and your tits, making sure he marks your chest

basilio whimpers and thrusts three more times before releasing a long groan, his cum exploding deep in your pussy “fuck baby you feel so good” he manages to pull out and you see his cock wet with his cum and your juices before settling beside you, panting harshly

you barely had the type to recuperate before crispin flips you on your stomach, making sure your face is resting on the pillows before he thrusts into you with a grunt

“fuck, still a tight little pussy after basilio rammed your cunt, huh?”

your eyes rolling, you couldnt do much other than hold onto the sheets and basilio’s hand, moaning loudly when you feel crispin’s fingers on your clit

“can you take one more, y/n? can your pussy take one more load?”

speechless, you nod, trying to grind your ass against crispin’s hips, but his hands on your hips hold you firm

he grunts approvingly, “good baby, take it deep in your pussy okay? and cum on my cock, baby, i wanna feel it”

you cum on his cock, almost violently, and twins groan at the sound of your moaning, and the sight of you spasming and shaking on crispin’s cock

a couple of deep thrusts later, crispin also cums deep into your pussy, his cum now mixed with basilio’s

crispin moves to get a washcloth to clean the three of you up, before all three of you collapse in bed, huddled together, basilio with his arms wrapped from behind--already falling asleep, you rest your head against crispin’s arm

“so, no more nudes when you’re at work?”

crispin laughs softly before pressing a kiss on your forehead, “unless your cunt is ready to take two cocks at once, no nudes when we’re at work”

[buckybarnesthehotshot]

The Car (Alexandra Trese x Reader)

gif not mine    |main masterlist|

summary: Alexandra tells y/n about what happened to the car (based off this request)

word count: 1353

warnings: some angst? some spoilers, I never proofread, I hate reading through stuff I write

a/n: i’m gonna open a trese masterlist, just send an ask if you wanna be added :))

       “Honey, I’m home,” y/n called out, walking into the house with a small snicker as she plopped down onto the couch, exhausted from opting to work overtime.

          She took a minute before taking note of how quiet the house was before getting up from the couch to check around the house for any signs of the twins or Alexandra.

        “Alexandra? Crispin? Basilio? Are any of you home?” she questioned, wandering aimlessly through the house. She got no response from any corners of the house before making her way towards the bathroom to clean herself and get changed into more comfortable clothes.

        “We’re home,” the familiar voice of Basilio called out just as y/n had been towel-drying her hair. She threw on a t-shirt, pulled her hair up in the towel, and made her way back to the living room.

         “Ay! You guys are soaking wet, didn’t you guys have an umbrella in the car?” she questioned, taking in their disheveled appearances, water dripping from their dark clothes onto the wooden floor of the house. She was met with a moment of silence before Basilio spoke.

          “Actually, ate, I think we might have to explain that to you later,” Basilio explained, motioning towards their dripping forms as though to tell y/n they all needed to dry themselves off.

         “Right. Dry yourselves off, I’ll go make…a really really late dinner. Do you guys want soup?” y/n questioned, already thinking of ways she could warm the others up.

        “But ate, you can’t coo—” Crispin cut in as Alexandra flicked his ear as though to tell him to stop with whatever statement he was about to make. Luckily for him, y/n didn’t seem to mind as she found herself laughing at his remark.

        “Okay, I’ll just check Grab and see if anything’s open. If not, I’ll just boil some instant mami,” y/n smiled at them before adding, “Please, go dry yourselves off and go take a shower.”

        “Alright, we’ll meet you in the dining room for dinner,” Alexandra nodded, peeling away her coat and letting it drop to the ground, making a mental note to throw it in with their next load of laundry.

        The trio made their way further into the house—it would be safe to assume they all headed into the bathroom—as y/n pulled out her phone, checking out the extremely limited options on GrabFood. So, as promised, she made no attempts to pull something together from scratch. She scoured the cabinets for instant noodles and got to preparing them.

        Alexandra was the first of the three to walk into the kitchen, dressed in a dark tank top and a pair of jogging pants, “I’m guessing nothing else was open on Grab?”

         “Yep. At this point, I’m really wondering if I should have a full-time chef working for you guys,” y/n chuckled as Alexandra shook her head, an amused smile on her face.

          “We already have Hank, that’s enough for us. Besides, if you hire a chef, who’s going to cook your infamous sinigang?” the brunette smirked.

        “You and the kambal hate my sinigang, Trese. Don’t you dare tell me off. Besides, it’s my job to make sure you guys are taken care of,” y/n smiled proudly, scooping the mami into the bowls.

        “Nobody told you it was your job. You just started funding everything and as thankful as I am for that, it’s still technically not your job. Besides, in this line of work, it’s damn near impossible to make sure we’re ‘taken care of’, y/n,” Alexandra stated, picking up two of the bowls and setting them on the space in front of the twins’ seat at the table.

        “I don’t care about it Alexandra. As much as I’d like to agree with you, I still think you need someone like me watching your back in ways the kambal can’t. So, please, let me take care of you,” y/n insisted as Alexandra nodded along, not really in the mood to oppose y/n’s statement.

         “Right,” the brunette nodded as y/n slipped a bowl of mami in front of her, “Now, how was work?”

        The pair fell into easy conversation about their days, with Alexandra skillfully dodging any questions about the car or Bagyon Kulimlim. Alexandra knew that y/n knew damn well what it was she did—the e/c-eyed girl dabbled in it too occasionally—but she felt the need to protect y/n from the side of the Underworld Alexandra dealt with.

       The next day, everyone ate breakfast together peacefully until the light above the dining table shook violently as Bagyom Lektron burst through the ceiling of the house.

         Alexandra protectively pushed y/n behind her as the blue man began to rage on about what happened the previous night. Of course, y/n’s brows furrowed at this statement.

         “You didn’t tell me you killed Bagyom Kulimlim,” y/n mumbled, wiping debris away from her face as Bagyom Lektron made his egress.

       “Trust me, you don’t have to worry about it,” Alexandra insisted as the twins and Hank began whispering amongst themselves, watching the pair interact.

        “Right. Anyways, I will see you later. Try not to get yourself killed,” y/n winked jokingly, grabbing her purse as before making her way out the door.

        “Bossing, you never told ate y/n about the car,” Crispin reminded her as Alexandra rolled her eyes.

         “I don’t want to worry her about the car,” she shook her head solemnly as Hank’s ears perked up.

         “The car? What happened to the car?” he questioned, turning to face Alexandra with a curious expression on her face.

          “It’s nothing,” Alexandra stated just as Basilio went on a rant about everything that happened the previous night with Bagyon Kulimlim.

          “He practically tore the car in half!” Crispin added in as Hank shook his head.

        “You got the car blown to bits and you still refuse to tell y/n about how you need a new ride? Who’s driving you guys?” Hank questioned as Alexandra bit her lip sheepishly before speaking.

         “Well, I was kind of hoping you’d drive us around for a while,” Alexandra requested before adding, “Taxis just aren’t as convenient.”

       “I’ll do it for at most two days. By then, y/n should already know about what happened to the car,” Hank stated firmly, “Besides, it’ll give you both more time to talk.”

       “Hank,” Alexandra sent him a warning glare as he held his hands up in defense, “Please, don’t.”

        “But bossing, you’re obviously harboring feelings for ate y/n and she cares about you very much,” Basilio added as Alexandra shook her head.

        “It just won’t happen, Basilio.”

       It happened. It happened when y/n entered the house, turning to Alexandra to question, “What happened to the car? I don’t think I’ve seen it these past couple of days?”

       “It got damaged in the fight against Bagyon Kulimlim,” Alexandra explained curtly as y/n narrowed her eyes at the girl.

        “So, the car’s getting repaired?” y/n raised a brow at Alexandra who made a soured expression.

         “Not quite. When Bagyon Kulimlim attacked, he kind of blew the car up and it may have been torn in half,” she mumbled slyly as y/n nodded along slowly.

        “Are you okay? I mean, I know it’s been a couple of days since that incident, but are you?” y/n questioned as Alexandra’s brows furrowed at how y/n didn’t even bat an eyelash at how she needed to be the one to shoulder the costs to pay for another car.

       “I’m fine, don’t worry about it,” Alexandra nodded slowly as y/n let out a sigh of relief.

        “My god, Alexandra, that was worrying. You fought Bagyon Kulimlim, an entity who managed to tear your car in half with electricity, in the rain? I don’t know how you’re still alive, but I’m thankful for it,” y/n chuckled nervously before dropping a bombshell on the brunette, “I love you too much to lose you to a god of thunder wannabe.”

         Alexandra said nothing. Instead, she wrapped her arms around y/n’s frame, engulfing her in a warm embrace as all the tension and stress melted away, leaving them in a state of bliss and happiness.

[maria-akira]

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.

—

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.

—

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.

—

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

[animefeminist]

Writer Budjette Tan discusses Filipino folklore and the TRESE anime’s international reach

Budjette Tan is primarily known as the co-creator and writer of Trese,  the award-winning Filipino komiks series about a young detective named Alexandra Trese who fights to keep balance between the mundane and the supernatural entities in the streets of Manila. The series has been well-received for its dark and captivating storylines, bringing a new twist to the classic horror/crime genre with a dynamic female lead. Trese brings to life the incredible depth of Filipino folklore for fans around the world.

Michele Kirichanskaya recently had the chance to interview Budjette Tan about working as the writer of Trese and the series’ recent anime adaption on Netflix.

The interview has been edited for length and clarity.

First of all, welcome to Anime Feminist. Can you tell us about how Trese came to be, both as a comic and as an anime?

BUDJETTE TAN: TRESE is mash-up of our love for comic books like Batman, Hellboy, John Constatine, TV shows like CSI, X-Files, anime like Ghost in the Shell: SAC, and, of course, stories from Philippine myth and folklore.

The name “Anton Trese” came from my friend Mark Gatela. We used that name as the narrator for a radio show about ghost stories in Manila. That name stuck with me and I thought it would be great to use for a future story.

In 2002, I tried writing a comic book about “Anton Trese – Paranormal Investigator!” I struggled with that script for year and then put it aside.

In 2005, Kajo Baldisimo sent me a text message, inviting me to co-create a comic book with him. He said, if I could give him a 20-page comic book, he would be able to finish it in 20 days. So, I dug up that old Trese script and sent him one page.

He sent me the drawn-up page—which looked great!—… (but) when I looked at the character (another tough guy wearing a jacket, with a magical weapon, fighting monsters) I felt we’ve seen this guy too many times. So, I texted Kajo, “What if Trese was a woman?” And he replied, “That would make Trese more bad-ass!” And within the day, he emailed me a new sketch of the character that would become Alexandra Trese.

Read it at Anime Feminist!

[aeonghaseyo]

Around You

Summary: The actions of a street cat taught you to shoot your shot and approach the older Kambal. But it didn't necessarily mean you had to change into a cat yourself to get his attention. ...right?

Word Count: 1459 AO3 link

Relationships: Crispin x CatSigbin!Reader Category: F/M Characters: Manang Muning, Crispin, Basilio Languages used: English, Tagalog Author's Note: I saw @adarlingwrites's sigbin OC in her Tumblr and I thought, why not write a fic with a cat sigbin reader? And here we are. 'Sup Crispin simps, I dedicate this to you. I hc that he's fond of cats, but that will have to wait until the next chapter. Enjoy! Inspired by the song Around You by LOONA Hyunjin

Chapter 1

“Halika dito anak, kumain ka muna.”

Manang Muning’s hushed tone beckoning you to join her and the rest of her feline family for dinner gave you a sense of comfort amidst the turbulent feelings that stirred your being. Normally, someone like you, who thrive among the middle-class folk in Malate, would help themselves to a pint of ice cream just for love troubles. But then again, you couldn’t refuse freshly-cooked daing straight from the old woman herself, which was why you went to her stall that one peaceful evening.

Out of the need to seek comfort through food prepared by your favorite vendor by the church, you quickly wolfed down the pieces of smoked fish in your plate, of course trying not to ingest the spines that clung to the meat. It didn’t take long before Manang Muning noticed your troubled disposition mid-meal and placed a hand on your back soothingly.

“(Y/n), anak, parang nagdadalamhati ka yata,” she spoke, which got your heart fluttering in surprise.

After swallowing that one last bite of your meal, you turned to her and said, “Okay lang po ako Manang. Wala lang ‘tong iniisip ko.”

Another wave of surprise caught you on your toes when Manang Muning once again asked, “Tungkol ba ito kay Crispin?”

Eyes widened, you mustered a quick response that turned into yet another question, “P-paano niyo po nalaman?”

Your inquiry made the old woman laugh heartily while a tuxedo cat nearby sauntered towards her, nudging her forearm to ask for more pets. As she let the cat settle on her lap, Manang Muning finally replied, “Anak, malapit ang loob natin sa isa’t-isa. Tuwing nakikita ko ang paningin mo, parati kong nakikita ang pagmumukha ng lalaking yun. Mukhang sinusundan mo yata pagkatapos mong samahan ang aking mga pusa kapag malapit sila sa pinanggalingan nila ng munting Trese.”

You didn’t think that every time you would be in your cat form tailing after Alexandra Trese and her adoptive twin brothers, your beloved old friend would tap into your vision just to see how you were doing. It was apparent that you weren’t bound to make advances of your own towards the trio in black, especially the short-haired twin, and even in plain sight you weren’t much noticeable. After all, who would pay mind to a small house cat, let alone think that it had emotions of its own?

Your heart sinking within your chest, you let your head bow down and your eyes closed as you dwelled in your disappointment. Trusting in Manang Muning, you let out the woes that plagued you that involved you, Crispin, your habit of stalking him whenever he’s nearby, and how you couldn’t get yourself to approach him and let him know you exist.

A chuckle made its way through the old woman, then she wrapped her arm around you, squeezing the farthest arm of yours from her soothingly and began to impart advice of her own. “Anak, talagang hindi mo makukuha yung taong gusto mo kapag naghihinayang ka masyado. Talagang kailangan mo siyang lapitan para mapansin ka niya.”

It didn’t help that whenever Manang Muning would soothe you with advice of her own in such a comforting manner that your eyes would tear up automatically. As you heard her tranquil voice speaking to you, your eyes were glossed with tears which also somewhat accumulated on your lower eyelids.

So you inadvertently looked like the puppy eyes emoji in Facebook Messenger when you looked at her and said, “Di ko po alam kung paano.”

“Anak,” Manang Muning calmly chided as she stroked the tuxedo cat who was nestled on her lap, “tignan mong mabuti itong alaga ko. Kanina, gusto niyang haplusin siya kaya niya hiningi ‘to sa akin. Hinaplos ko siya at hanggang ngayo’y hinehele ko siya gamit ang haplos ko. Alam mo kung bakit nakuha niya ang haplos na gustong-gusto niya?”

You glanced both at the cat in question and looked back at the old woman. It was then that you realized what you could do to charm the demigod you were yearning for.

---

From the way you held your ice cream cup as you feasted on the frozen dairy treat, you were nervous as hell, and it was very telling. You could have sworn that your ice cream permanently rendered your hands akin to popsicles as you stared at the dessert on your non-dominant hand. You knew what to do the next time you encounter Crispin, but how would you pull it off smoothly?

Remembering that one night when Manang Muning imparted a valuable lesson to you to limit your hesitations and shoot your shot with the demigod, you knew very well that she meant to tell you to just approach him. It didn’t mean she recommended you to change into your cat form and get his attention the way that other cat did to your beloved manang. But then again, it was your idea. You told her you were going to get Crispin’s attention as a cat. Everyone loves cats right? Besides, it was better than stalking your object of adoration from the alleys and in plain sight, even just as a regular house cat. (Or street cat? Technically, you did have a home.) Love really makes you come up with stupid ideas for sure.

Speak of the devil.

The demigod twins were right at your proximity, and you could tell from the ringing of the entrance door which revealed the both of them entering the premises. Basilio, the younger, long-haired twin, was chattering away while Crispin seemingly paid no mind to him. It seemed strange, however, that their Bossing was not with them. It didn’t take long for you to notice that you were staring at them as the older twin glanced at you for a moment, prompting you to look away and finish your ice cream. What you failed to see next was him smirking to himself before he went to the food aisle.

Your thoughts plagued you as you paused and stared at your now empty cup.

‘God, I can’t believe that shameless idea came to mind. If this backfires I’ll never find love again. Why is this so hard?!’

The stress that accompanied your thought made you unknowingly snap your tiny spoon in two with one hand. It did not help that since the twins were nearby, the sound was enough to make them notice, so their heads immediately turned to where you sat.

“Yikes, the spoon did nothing wrong,” said Basilio in a joking manner as he got a bag of chips from the display rack.

Clearing your throat, you muttered a "sorry" as you got up from where you were and walked to the cashier with your wallet in one hand, wishing to buy another cup of ice cream to calm yourself down. You immediately asked the cashier to serve you that same flavor of ice cream that you loved so much, but as you fished through your wallet for a smaller bill, you noticed that all you had was a 1000-peso bill. As soon as the young man behind the cash register handed you the frozen treat, you blurted out, "I'm sorry, I don't have a smaller bill, do you have change for 1000 pesos?"

The cashier, checking the cash register for enough money for your change, grimaced slightly as he said, "Sorry ma'am, we don't have enough change for that."

Your heart sank all the more as you realized you technically had nothing to pay with, but all of a sudden, you felt as if that heart of yours was caught and gently lifted up as someone handed the cashier the exact amount of money you were supposed to pay the him. You looked closely at the arm and the man it belonged to, and your heart skipped a beat as you noticed that it was actually Crispin who handed the money.

A blush formed on your cheeks as you thanked him for the treat. "I-I have to repay you that same amount next time, don't I?"

Crispin winked at you and replied, "Of course not. Unless you wanna see me again. Now go enjoy your ice cream before it melts."

That smooth motherfucker.

'Jokes on you. I'm the one who's melting, not the ice cream.'

You walked back to that same table you sat by, savoring your first small scoops of ice cream with a new spoon as you glanced back at your crush and his twin brother. By the looks of it, the younger twin seemed to be teasing his kuya, nudging him a few times with a shit-eating grin on his face. Maybe you finally got through to Crispin?

Now you began to second-guess turning into a cat to get his attention.

[prettybea]

Pride Month

Hey guys, I know this entire month of June is Pride Month and I wanted to share you guys my drawings to celebrate Pride Month

So, some of you guys might know about my story that was called P.C.S.D Book 1: The Case of The Red Creature Cult. It was a crossover fanfiction that I wrote in my Tumblr page in case nobody knows the characters consist of: Alexandra Trese, Dr. Henry Jekyll, Mr. Edward Hyde, Vlad Dracula Tepes, Professor Abraham Van Helsing, Lewis Pepper, Hawley Griffin, Victor Frankenstein, Adam, and Lawrence Talbot

And today my friends I'm going to show you my art and please forgive me for my lack of artistic skills

Now again please forgive me for my lack of artistic skills especially on Dracula because this is my first time drawing Dracula from Castlevania and I'll give you guys some adjustments since I just picture this on my sketchbook and I don't have a ipad to sketch my drawings and read it to left to right

Alexandra Trese- Heterosexual- I know that Trese doesn't need a love life or a love interest because she's a stronger willed woman. If you read the comic and the Netflix series you might speculate that Trese doesn't need a love interest but in this story of mine she will have a love interest but I'm not going to tell you guys due to spoilers

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde- Bisexual

Vlad Dracula Tepes- Pansexual- Alright flame shield activate because I know what you guys are thinking but there's a reason why I decided to put Drac to the Pansexual instead of the Bi like Dr. Jekyll and the others. But I will add the reason and how he found out about it but like I said before I won't tell you guys because of spoilers

Professor Abraham Van Helsing- Bisexual

Lewis Pepper- Bisexual- Now, here's the reason why I decided to put Lewis in the Bi because I kept looking to fanfiction and pictures of Lewis x Arthur also known as fans as 'Lurther'

Hawley Griffin/ The Invisible Man- Non binary

Victor Frankenstein- Heterosexual

Adam- Asexual

Lawrence Talbot- Bisexual

Alright, that's it for today. If you guys are curious about this story feel free to read it. It's on Tumblr. That's all for today, bye-bye

[y0shitan]

Sa susunod na habang buhay

This is something we wrote in a haste while on the road with my friends. Anways here it is! Hope you all would enjoy our shitty writing also remember if you have any problems you're free to hit me up. You're not alone. You are loved.

Pairing: Maliksi x Reader, implied one-sided Maliksi x Alexandra

TW: Suicide

Maliksi will always love Alexandra Trese, the strong and independent woman that captured his heart despite everything they’ve been through, however the more that he chased the unattainable woman the more he found himself falling for someone else.

And yet he refused to acknowledge the feelings that continued to bloom within his heart, the intoxicating feeling of being loved wholeheartedly was making him dizzy. He doesn’t want to throw away his shot when it comes to the youngest Trese, but why does it hurt more when he denies himself from his happiness? He just wanted to be happy, well he is happy, right?

“Mal, you have to get here fast! Si (Y/N) nawawala!” He can recall his friend, Misaya, calling in frantically causing him to look at Alexandra apologetically as runs out of the Diabolical in search of (Y/N)’s location.

Adrenaline was pumping through his veins as he transformed into his inhuman form to get through the crowd much faster.

“I just want to feel this moment,” She whispered with an aloof smile. The only heir of the (L/N) family whispered to the winds as she went over the railing. All the fear was washed away, leaving her numb to the core. “Binibitawan na kita, Mal. Nawa’y maging maligaya ka sa piling niya at sana’y sa susunod na kwento ng ating buhay ay maaari kitang makapiling muli.”

As she smiles at the bright blue sky with tears cascading down her face, she could no longer pretend that everything was still fine and that nothing was hurting her poor fragile heart but perhaps this had always been her role. She wasn’t just unable to accept the truth of being his friend, just a friend, and will always be a friend.

Everything they shared ever since they were a child, from the protective hugs, innocent forehead kisses, unwavering hold in her hands, and the broken promises of a future that they would no longer meet. “Papa, I’m ready to go back home,” home didn’t feel like home. Not when she grew up accustomed to living like a normal human being and living off from the blood of lowlife thugs that her friends cater her with every night.

“But this is your home already, anak,” Her father said. “You won’t remain happy to join us in the afterlife.”

Maybe he was right, somehow she knew in the back of her mind that it’ll only temporarily remove any sorrow her heart was being filled with, but she was willing to do anything after all she was desperate to remove the aching feeling that kept her up at night. Crying helplessly to no one but herself. “It’s okay, that’s just how life works naman.” She replied monotonously, she was so close to reaching her goal.

No more pain, no more unwanted yearning, and definitely no more him.

She takes the leap of fate with her eyes tightly shut, her spread wide as the cold breeze nips her skin while her blood rushes to her brain. “Goodbye,” she whispers to the universe until she feels something grab her by the wrist.

A disheveled tall, charming man that was sculpted like a fine figurine pulls the falling woman into his arms. “Don’t leave me,” He told her in a strangled voice. “I can’t lose you now.”

They were still falling to the ground but here they were revealing all their deepest secrets and last minute realization.

“But you're already happier with her, Maliksi. Why can't you just let me go? You can still save yourself.”

“Kasi anong purpose ng life ko, if you're no longer here? If you take away all the happiness I have with you when I just realized I'm so fucking in love with my best friend but had been chasing after the wrong people!”

Her eyes snap open at the sudden confession, tears threatening to escape her once more. “Oh, my love. I've always been a fool for you, but we both know you can't love me now.” She told him while using all her strength to push Maliksi away from her while silently pleading the winds to allow her for the last time to command them and save him.

“Life isn't always a fairy tale. You can't always expect to find a happy ending at the end of the story, you can't always expect to be the hero that saves the day.” (Y/N) watches as Maliksi struggles against the wind current that was carrying him back to safety, she could see the way he tried to reach for her but death was already at its spot waiting for her demise. “Maybe next time, you can tell me that you're in love with me and we can build our future that lasts a lifetime.”

(Y/N) (L/N), the child born out of love between a dangga and a wind spirit. The child that was meant to fight the fates, only to die because of a broken heart.

(Y/N) (L/N), the child that loved and cared too much for a man that was destined for someone else would continue to wait for him sa kabilang buhay.

[smolla-than-a-bug]

Is it possible to request for a 'Meet Cute' Dominic x easily flustered reader? Maybe have her late for a meeting with Team Trese but she comes across this scantily clad dude and---"OMG I don't know who you are but please have my jacket, it seems like you need it more than I do, you'regoingtocatchacoldsopleasetakecareofyourselfmoreokaybyeee"

trese characters when you’re awkward on your first meeting

ft. alexandra, crispin, basilio, dominic, maliksi

navi | trese m.list

content — gn!reader, clumsy & easily flustered reader

notes — thank u for requesting, nonnie! i hope u dont mind me turning this into headcanons instead coz a oneshot would have been real shorttt

—alexandra trese

gets worried and wonders if she did something wrong

unintentionally worsens the situation

You were told that the Alexandra Trese was an attractive woman, but you weren’t warned that she was this attractive. You’ve genuinely never been so taken aback by such a beauty before that it caused the gears in your head to lock. A spontaneous brain fart took over, lasting much longer than it should, before you could realize you’ve been staring with your mouth hanging until a hand waved in front of your face.

“Um… are you alright?”

You blinked. You shut your mouth, wiping the saliva at the corner of your lips. “Ye—ah!“ your voice cracked, and you cringed. You cleared your throat. “I’m- I’m fine!”

Alexandra stared blankly at you for a moment, wondering what to do next as an awkward silence made its place between you. “Uh…” she gently put her hand on your lower back, making you straighten up automatically as the pounding in your chest sped up. You wouldn’t be surprised if she could hear your heartbeat. “Maybe you should go home and rest. You’re clearly in no condition to be working right now.”

Your face reddened. “Wait, no! I swear I’m okay!”

—crispin

straight up laughs at you

will not let you live it down for as long as you know each other

You’re at the mall with your best friend. Neither of you are there for any specific reason. You just wanted an excuse to go out and possibly do a bit of shopping, tugging on your friend’s arm to stop by any stores that catch your eye.

You spot a big ‘SALE’ sign out of the corner of your eye. Not bothering to look, you reached out your hand and clasped your fingers around what you assumed was your friend’s wrist, pulling them along as you gravitated toward the store. “Let’s go there next!”

A gruff coughing from behind you made you freeze. You don’t remember your best friend’s voice being that deep.

You quickly turned around, dropping your grip on the unknown man as you raised both hands to show you didn’t mean any harm and apologized profusely. “I thought you were someone else, I swear I didn’t mean to!”

A boisterous laugh came out of the man. “It’s fine,” he waved you off. “The name’s Crispin. Maybe next time, tell me your name before I take you shopping, yeah?”

—basilio

coos at you bc he finds it cute

tries to swallow his laughter because he feels bad for you

It’s been a whole rough day for you. A trip to your favorite coffee shop would be the only thing to provide you a good fix, you figured, and you were so giddy when you’d received your iced coffee—just the thing you needed to cool down for the day. What you didn’t expect was that good fortune was still evading you when you turned from the claim area and bumped into someone, spilling the contents of your drink on them in the process.

In your stressed panic, you immediately grabbed a handful of tissues and started wiping the stranger’s shirt. “I’m sososo sorry, sir! I’ll buy you a new shirt, please, I am so sorry…”

You glanced up to his face, mentally bracing yourself and fully expecting his wrath, but instead the man’s face was awkwardly contorted into a grimace as if he were holding back a laugh. “Hey,” he stifled a giggle. “It’s cool. My shirt’s black, no one’ll notice.”

You sigh in relief, grateful that he wasn’t going to scold you. “I’m still sorry, though, I should’ve been more careful.”

You paused to dispose of the tissues. The man trailed after you.

“And I should have been looking where I was going. Like I said, it’s fine. Actually, let me get you another coffee.”

You felt yourself heating up as you rushed to protest. “No, no! It’s alright, I can get one myself.”

“Nah, let me. I bumped into you, so consider it my treat. Plus, you’re cute and seem like you need it.”

Good lord…

—dominic villaceran

fairly amused at your panicked state

goes along with it for your sake

In your haste to make it on time or at least delayed by only a few minutes to the meeting in Alexandra’s place, you didn’t notice anybody standing in your way until you bumped head-first into a solid wall.

Blinking, you were met with an exposed expanse of hard muscle. Your eyes traced the dip between the man’s pectoral muscles, up to the outlines of ridiculously defined collarbones, a strong jaw, and finally, piercing eyes staring straight at you with the smallest specks of humor if the smirk on his face had anything to say about it. “Oh…” You literally got caught ogling the Prince of the Aswang himself. “…my god.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say God.”

Your immediate instinct is to pretend that what just happened never happened.

Like a reflex, you shrugged out of your jacket, chuckling nervously. “Oh, you must be cold! Aha, here you go.” You could feel your face heating up the longer you were there, so you haphazardly tossed your jacket onto his arm and tried to step around him to make your leave.

A hand on your wrist stopped you from getting away.

As Dominic swiftly put his limbs through your jacket sleeves, he made it a point to thank you with a handsome smile. “May I have your name? I’d like to know who I need to return this to.”

—maliksi armanaz

absolutely loves that his presence alone can get you all flustered

will make it worse for you

A friend invited you to the drag race being held that night. It was your first time being surrounded by such beautifully built and carefully modified vehicles, so you really took the time to gawk at each model you saw.

You didn’t know much about cars, but as you walked past a sleek black Ferrari, you couldn’t help but stare in awe—who wouldn’t?

Its driver side window rolled down. “Like what you see?”

Your breath stuttered and you instinctively looked away, embarrassed at having gotten caught looking like a deer in headlights. The car’s owner chuckled, calling for your attention again.

“The name’s Maliksi.” You felt your heart pounding in your throat. “Watch me win, ya hear? I’ll be waiting for you at the finish line.” He winked and drove off, presumably to position his car at the starting line.

You looked about as red as a stop sign, and you tripped over your own feet when you heard your friend calling out for you. “You good there?”

You could only manage to squeak out a weak “Yeah”. You definitely weren’t good. Not good at all.

© smolla-than-a-bug, 2021. please do not copy or repost my works. reblogs are appreciated!

tags — @lumpiang-toge @binibiningbabaylan @marinac15 @effmigentlywithachainsaw @disappointmentpastry

[thera-daydreams]

INDAY

± A Trese Fic ±

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

01: Noon at Ngayon (✓)

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

03: Ang Prinsipe ng Mga Tikbalang (Link)

04: Ang Pinuno ng Mga Aswang (Link)

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

01: Noon at Ngayon

Back then, long before you were born, your mother used to work as a katulong of the Trese Family and was very close to its matriarch, Miranda Trese. Coming from the province, she was no stranger to superstitions—even more so after knowing the work of Miranda's husband Anton Trese, who was actually the Babaylan-Mandirigma of Manila.

Years later, after giving birth to you around the same time Miranda gave birth to her twins (one a stillborn, unfortunately), it was you and Alexandra who became best buddies instead, as different your personalities were. You two had practically grown up together and you yourself heard countless stories of the supernatural from your Tito Anton. It wasn't that hard to believe when he and his sigbin companions would sometimes come home tracking blood prints on the floors (which you'd helped your mother clean up). Heck, you'd even met Señor Armanaz, the Great Stallion himself and the ruling tikbalang of the Armanaz herd. That pretty, white-haired diwata seemed extremely fond of you, too, which was evident when you'd sneak in with Alexandra to Tito Anton's meetings and she would smile (even wave) at you happily.

You had absolutely no idea why the fae-like lady was so nice to you, but you weren't complaining at all!

However, in spite of your experiences with the supernatural, you and your mother always believed that you were normal humans. In actuality, that was who you were for the majority of your childhood. It was only until Miranda herself saw a vision of you—a much older you—fighting the monsters of the Underworld alongside her own daughter. During dinnertime, Miranda told your mother that she saw you blessed by the heavens with powers that would aid in the battle against evil.

It sounded absolutely ridiculous, right? Yeah, your mom thought so, too.

Your mother only laughed it off as she placed a steaming bowl of tinola in front of Alexandra's brothers, who instantly dug in like they haven't been fed in years.

"Boys! Dahan-dahan lang," Anton reprimanded his sons. "Or else you'll choke and the soup will come out of your noses!"

"Okay, Papa."

"Grabe ka naman, Miranda. I doubt that anything like that's going to happen to my daughter," your mom chuckled, watching your little hands try to feed Alexandra with a piece of chicken. "Unlike you guys, our lineage isn't anything special. Ordinaryo lang ang lahi namin."

Miranda sighed, looking at you and her only living daughter enjoying your time being kids, "I guess you're right. Baka panaginip lang talaga 'yun."

Anton glanced at her knowingly. Although he was aware that you and your mom didn't dabble in magic or anything like they did, he knew that whenever Miranda—one of the Seven Seers—had such vivid dreams, it was something of great importance. But he decided to say nothing, understanding how much your mother wanted to let you live as normal of a life possible in this household.

That was when you were seven years old. One year later, Miranda died fighting against a group of aswang who decided to betray Anton. Said man found the eight-year-old Alexandra hiding in a corner behind the waterfalls, scared and holding Sinag close to her heaving chest as she tried to hold her tearful sobs in.

Of course, a few days later, you and your mother attended the funeral with the mourning Trese family. All the brothers had done their best to stay strong, especially for their little sister who didn't fully understand yet what just happened. Little you ran towards Alexandra, holding her hand tightly as her mother's casket was lowered. Around you were various comrades, both human and non-human, paying their respects to their bereaved allies.

That day, as you turned your back to return to your mother's arms, you knew you would never forget the feeling of numerous unearthly eyes following your every movement.

Even they could sense that there was something about you, a so-called regular human child. You smelled human and had the aura of one, but there was something they couldn't place. It was like a tiny rock getting into your shoe, not coming out at all.

Much changed after that, but you and Alexandra remained close together. To your dismay, just after you graduated elementary, you and your mother had to move back to the province to stay with your sick grandparents. The last thing you could remember was kneeling in the back of the car, looking sadly through the rear windscreen as Alexandra and her brothers waved goodbye to you.

More than a decade had passed since then. You used to write letters to Alexandra, but after Hank told you she had to undergo the trials of the Puno ng Balete, you haven't heard from her (although Hank did disclose that she'd managed to come home safely, which was a great relief to you). You didn't blame her; you knew Tito Anton had passed away in the five years she was gone and that she had to take over the title of Lakan, as well as the Babaylan-Mandirigma of Manila. It was a demanding job! You remembered Tito Anton sometimes staying up all night—breakfast would be served and he would still be in his study, going over paperwork. On other days, he would be gone for consecutive nights handling cases all around Manila. You could only pray Alexandra was fine.

Your life had continued on, as well—you took care of your ill grandparents until they died, helped your mother in the province, went to a good highschool, then earned your degree in another prominent city that wasn't Manila.

Your mom actually recommended that you go to school somewhere else, given the constantly rising number of attacks in the capital of the country. And so you did. Life was hard, but normal until then.

The funny thing was that, when you reached the age of twenty-one, you finally understood why those supernatural creatures kept looking at you weirdly as a kid (and why Lady Diwata liked you so much).

What was even funnier was that the dramatic revelation came to you when you weren't in the Philippines. It was after you freshly graduated college, when you were traveling all over Asia to volunteer in charity projects. It was always your dream to one day expand your horizons not only beyond your province, but the Philippines itself, while also doing good in the world.

And here you were, walking that path you dreamt of.

The organization you luckily managed to become a member of provided everything you needed, and every few months, you would move from country to country. Because of that, you'd already been able to travel to so many places. First it was Thailand, then Indonesia, China, South Korea, India, Japan, Sri Lanka, Singapore, Malaysia, and currently, you were in Vietnam. Visiting those places was fun and gave you a whole new perspective of the world you lived in; it was a... learning experience, too.

Still, that incident happened when you were in Thailand, when you were the last one in the rented apartment balcony taping up the boxes for the donation drive tomorrow. Yawning, you cut more duct tape and stuck them to the open boxes tightly.

"Inday," someone said from behind you. You didn't bother turning around, thinking it was one of your fellow volunteers looking for you this late at night. Probably your roommate. She was the only one who usually called you by your nickname instead of your real name.

"Hmm?" you hummed, taping up more boxes. "Papasok na ako sa kwarto, Lyn. I just have a few more boxes to close. Alam mong mapapagalitan ako kung may hindi madidistribute bukas."

"Hindi ako si Lyn."

You paused, then slowly turned around, flinching at the sudden bright light that shone right against your eyes. For a moment, akala mo namatay ka na at hinaharap mo si San Pedro.

It was a glowing figure in white whose face you couldn't clearly see, which frightened you even more.

"Ay, mama!" you exclaimed, shielding your eyes and falling to your knees. Then, you gasped loudly, patting your body and panicking with closed lids. "Oh my God, am I dead? Nasa heaven na po ba ako?" Your lips wobbled. "Ngayon pa nga lang ako nakaalis ng Pilipinas... I haven't even done all the things I've wanted to do! Hindi pa ako nakapagpaalam sa nanay ko—aray!"

You'd felt something hit the back of your head. Hard. It was the glowing figure in white, but now you could see their unimpressed face scowling at you.

"Kalma lang, Inday. Hindi ka pa patay, pero makinig ka nang mabuti," they shushed you urgently (you weren't sure if they were male or female). "Do not be afraid. I am a messenger from the heavens, and I bear great news!"

"Great news...?" you trailed off, then your eyes widened excitedly. "Like, nanalo ba ako ng lotto? Isang milyon? Bilyon? Hala! Wait, is this a Mama Mary moment? I'm not ready to be the next immaculate conception!"

They glared at you, making you shut up instantly. "Sorry, I'll shut up now," you apologized with a mumble. This person (thing?) was kind of... strict. Whatever did you do wrong? You were just sleep-deprived and running on energy drinks (as well as kape).

"I have come to tell you that you are the vessel of the last skymaiden," they revealed, arms wide open. The light around them seemed to grow even brighter, making you squint. You felt like you were about the go blind! "Ikaw ang huling biraddali, Y/N L/N."

At ayun, zero brain cells remaining. Tunay na nagloading screen ang brain mo. Nag-error at nagcrash pa nga siguro, eh.

"... Ha? Ano?"

You blinked, completely speechless—as seen by how wide your jaw had dropped open. It wasn't that you were unfamiliar with the biraddali, it was just that you'd only heard of them once when you were just a young child. Your Tita Miranda had mentioned they were long gone from the world of the supernatural.

"Oh no, me? A biraddali? You're joking," you stuttered out, pointing at yourself. "Aren't they extinct or something? And, uh... not human?"

They nodded, "Yes. It is correct that everyone in the mystical world thought that the biraddali were long gone, even before the colonizers came to conquer the native lands. However, before the skymaidens all disappeared, the youngest and most powerful one among the seven sisters sealed her soul away to the rivers of time until the strength of a heavenly being was needed to help purify the evils of the world." The figure floated closer to you. "That last biraddali's soul, along with its corresponding power, traits, and knowledge, had chosen to reside deep within you the moment you were conceived."

Honestly, how were you even supposed to react? Your life was nowhere near ready for something like this. Was this a prank by your friends? Your colleagues? The light around this person seemed too authentic to be fake, though.

You stayed in shock for an entire minute, silent. The being in front of you only waited for a response.

"Ano 'to, Sailor Moon? Winx Club?" you whispered to yourself, before slapping your own cheek and scolding yourself. A stinging red mark was left on your face. "Inday, kakamanhwa mo 'yan! Nasosobraan ka na ata, matulog ka na!"

Sighing heavily, you rubbed your face tiredly, still in disbelief that you—according to this stranger—were apparently some old soul from a species of ethereal beings that were long gone. It sounded like something out of those reincarnation webnovels you got addicted to. What now, you were the MC? Wattpad ka, girl?

"Look, this is a mistake. I still have to wake up early tomorrow to give out the donations," you spoke to the glowing being (or whatever it was), laughing nervously. "I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong person. Either that or I must be hallucinating from sleep deprivation, because I'm definitely not a divine creature. You're probably just a product of my imagination. Sorry, I'm going to bed."

Bang!

At that moment, the power in the building went out. The only thing you could see was the thing who assumed you were a biraddali (they were so bright they were like a flashlight in the dark for you).

"Brownout?" you blinked. It felt wrong, though. It was eerily silent. "Did a fuse blow up?"

"Nagsimula na ang iyong unang pagsubok, Y/N," they announced seriously. "Creatures of the dark have already begun to take over this building. You may not have noticed, but all throughout your life, you have always been helping and giving. It is your nature as a being descended from the heavens themselves, and now, it is time for you to accept your destiny."

"Hoy, sandali lang! Sandali, sandali!" You were absolutely wide awake now as you heard the sounds of strange whispers around you. It was terrifyingly creepy, much creepier than whatever you'd seen back in the Trese Residence (and you'd seen a lot in that house). You did not want to be a part of a horror movie-like lifestyle. "Don't I have a choice in this?! I—I don't have any training or fighting skills! Hindi ako Alexandra Trese o Babaylan-Mandirigma! I'm not ready for this, holy sh—"

The candescent creature raised a brow at you, "Inday, I just told you that you have the power of a lost mystical being. And tell me, if you had the power to save your companions in this building from the forces of evil, would you save them?"

You were silent, knowing the answer.

"Well?" they prodded.

You bit your lip, "Oo naman. I'm not heartless!" But you were a little impulsive. And apparently, insane.

"That's what I thought. I just need you to believe in yourself," the being encouraged, gentler this time. It transformed into something smaller and rounder—like a ball of light. "Ikaw ang huling biraddali, Y/N, at marami kang kapangyarihan. Isa dito ay ang pagtulong sa mga nangangailangan, lalo na laban sa masasamang nilalang."

Bestie, what had you just gotten into?

You swallowed apprehensively, then nodded in determination, "Sige. So, how do I save the people in the building? Biraddali were said to be able to shapeshift, right? If I remember the tale correctly. Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening to me right now."

"That's just one of your abilities, but I'll teach you. I'm actually your guide," they replied confidently. "With me, you'll be able to master your powers and exceed your capabilities in no time!"

"Wait! Anong pangalan mo?" you asked breathlessly, following them as they speedily flew out of the room. "Grabe, slow down! I'm not athletic! I haven't even exercised this week, goodness."

"... Gabay. Ako si Gabay."

Despite the adrenaline and fear running in your veins, you still grinned up at the ball of light, "Okay. Nice to meet you, Gabay."

This was just the beginning of your supernatural combat training abroad. When you returned to the Philippines three years later, you were stronger, faster, and more powerful than you'd ever felt before. It was crazy.

Oh, that guy who tried to rob you when you came back to Manila was crazy, too. The two identical-looking men in dark suits and white ties—you wondered how they were surviving the heat in that attire—could only watch in awe as you chased down that man who stole your bag while doing acrobatics and parkour.

"Uy, Kuya Crispin, sino kaya 'yun?"

"Ewan ko, Basilio."

"... She's kind of pretty. Type ko. Type mo rin ata."

"The more important question is, paano niya na nahuli ang magnanakaw?"

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

(Next Chapter.)

± Author's Notes ±

Ayieee, type daw tayo ng kambal! 😌

How the hell did I write this entirely random thing in one day? 2k+ words? Ano daw? 😃⁉️

You know, this was supposed to just be a Trese one-shot or a bunch of drabbles for the characters I'm currently simping for... but it turned into a full-blown, shameless self-insert slash crackfic. Kakacellphone ko 'yan. 🤦‍♀️

Nagresearch pa ako ng articles about Filipino skymaidens because I wanted something similiar to the Japanese celestial maidens (tennyo). Very random idea but why not? Gusto ko ng badass Y/N na hindi takot lumaban sa mga mumu! 👻

Also, pagbigyan niyo nalang ang matandang 'to kasi ilang taon na akong hindi nagpopost ng mga writings ko. May track record pa naman ako bilang author na hindi nagtatapos ng mga fanfic, hehe. I also haven't read the comics so please forgive me for any inaccuracies and of course, misspellings/errors. Gusto ko lang matapos 'to para makakabalik na ako sa Jujutsu Kaisen. 🥲😗

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