#bantai

[usatokkiss]

happy middle birthday to my blorbos unlimited

[ashipiko]

BANTAIS FOR THE ONE AND ONLY @fleuraward !!!!!!!!

[taichissu]

[electroboo]

[raises hand] i wrote more taichi/banri so here is the fic -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/48842602

sorry for making taichi cry again.. i promise it wont happen next time.

[settsuwu]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: A3! (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Settsu Banri, David (A3!) Additional Tags: fic snippet, Not Canon Compliant, technically it could be but if you are reading this expecting real shp this isnt it Series: Part 1 of shp debimige

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hi it’s the shp debimige au but in little snippets of fic

[shaikmohsin786]

Dar_ta hai dil tujhe khonee se. Samjhi kya dil bar Ha mujhe pyarr hai. 🥰 . . . . #emiwaybantai #emiway #bantai (at Hyderabad) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmhZQD8sneU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[secondwheel]

Jhootha (2022)

[motziedapul]

My favourite silly thing about Trese fandom is that while people ship the Tikbalang character Maliksi and the titular Alexandra Trese, she canonically had (has?) a crush on the Sigbin character Bantay

Overlooking the hot boy for the bearded old man… Trese has good taste 😂

[jm-chrome]

She's such a ray of sunshine I love her!! 🐾☀️

[briefbestiary]

Among the guardian spirits of the Philippines' waters, the siyokoy are the least humanoid in appearance. They are also considered the most intimidating of the Bantay Tubig, often believed to swim alongside the most fearsome of ocean creatures.

[usatokkiss]

never tell your guitarist best friend slash secret crush you kinda wanna learn to play

[taichissu]

@ my mogikoji fic

[electroboo]

idr if ive posted this but bantai. to me. + the blank ver i used

[romances-not-tragedies]

ang bantay ko'y tala, ang tanod ko'y bituin

Summary: Miguel contemplates on the price he has to pay for his decision, and longs for a time free of complications.

Title and story inspired by this song.

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Miguel lay on the bed, willing for sleep to come to him. Yet his mind was still wired from his blistering conversation with the Manila police lieutenant and the Island detective. He had made it clear to them that he did not trust them for his own reasons.

He wished that he had a choice, one that did not involve stepping out of his hiding place and be killed before fulfilling what he had set himself to do.

He also wished that he was not stuck with a private detective who liked to appear as interesting as a piedra de China and a police lieutenant who hated his kind--and whose parentage he had suspected and tried to confirm since that fateful day in Cebu more than a decade ago.

Except he had been stuck between a rock and a hard place. He had to choose between two evils.

The silver lining in this ordeal, however, was that they had him sheltered in a room above a small restaurant. A migrant from Guangdong brought this quaint building once he had sufficient funds from hawking chicken mami in the streets. Despite the difference between their cultures--the owner from a Cantonese-speaking province and Miguel was mostly fluent in Hokkien--they had struck up a quick friendship. The owner had picked up on his distrust with authority and conversed with him after the Island detective and the police lieutenant had left earlier that night.

"You are not at ease, young man," the former teacher from Guangdong noted as they shared dinner. "You are suspicious of them." He meant both Jo Gar and Lieutenant Sadi Ratan.

Miguel nodded at him. "It is not that I am not grateful for their rescuing me from death. I am, but I suspect that my boss demanded them to find me and they would have me turned over to him. After my friend..." Miguel trailed, at loss for words as the pain of his friend's disappearance had stabbed him in the heart once more and how the police bungled up the investigation, causing his anger to flare in his heart once more. "My friend is lost, and I suspect it is because of my boss."

The owner had only nodded.

"Of course, you know of Lieutenant Ratan's reputation," Miguel pointed out. "He hates us. And I cannot trust Jo Gar despite his reputation."

"Oh dear, it is hard to decide what to do," the owner had only commented, his brows furrowing at the thought. "But what choice do you have, young man? If you want to find out who did it and keep your life with you, you have to deal with them regardless of what you feel, just as how they have to deal with you despite their opinions."

Miguel had nodded wearily. "It is never easy."

"Not easy, but who knows what the payback will be?"

"Goodness me, is this a quid pro quo?"

The owner shook his head. "Just being practical, young man."

The older of them had a point. It didn't matter what he or they felt with one another. And he had to do what needed to be done.

Yet it was not the only price he had to pay. He also had to pay the heavy price of leaving his family and friends behind.

Tears pricked behind his eyelids. It hurt his heart to stay away from his family and friends, but he had to. He could not risk them being caught in the whirling storm that the Thorntons were capable of. They could snap their fingers and--BAM! your life would be over. No, if any punishment would fall, it should fall on Miguel.

He sat up on the bed, let his tears fall. But he cried silently, not wanting anyone, not the owner, to see him crying. He did not want them to know the pain beating on him because he decided to do what was right.

He missed his home. He missed his family. He missed his friends. He missed the life he'd had before entering Thornton's real estate firm. He missed the life when Raul was still present in his life. Raul's absence had grown more pronounced as time went by, as opposed to what people blather about time healing all wounds.

(It was bullshit.)

And above all, he missed the carefree days when he could sleep knowing that he was secure, that he had nothing to worry about. That he was surrounded by his loving family and friends. And he missed his mother so much.

He thought about his mother, who would always sing him and his siblings to sleep. Her soft voice would waft within the room, a comfort when any of her children were upset or sick. She would sing songs in her native Cebuano, songs of love and assurances that everything would be alright, and some that would make them smile or laugh. Sometimes she would just hum the music of a song she'd known.

No wonder even his father would stop what he was doing and listen to her sing.

No wonder he fell in love with her back then and was still in love with her.

He wished that his mother would be by his side, let him cry on her shoulder to let out all the pain in his heart. She might not fully understand, but she would know when one of her own was suffering. He wanted to hear her sing her songs once more until he slept.

It's alright, anak, she would assure him if she were here with him, I am right here.

Tell us what is bothering you, anak. Let us help you.

I cannot, Ina. I cannot. But I will once it is all over.

He would have to face this alone. It was his price to pay, and it could cost his life.

But if he ever came out of the ordeal alive, he would make up to them for the rash decisions he had made, for the pain it had caused them. And maybe, just maybe, have a life that would let him be in peace in his waking hours, like how his mother's lullaby gave him peace in his sleep.

[randomlifeofmine]

Bantay Tower Bell

[secondwheel]

Jhootha (2022)