#maliksi x you

[dreamlandcreations]

The Other Trese

Maliksi x Alexandra's twin!Reader

It all started when Maliksi ran into someone who looked exactly like the Lakan. Intrigued, the Tikbalang prince couldn't resist trying to find out more about her...

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[if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi]

Hi pooo, NSFW/SMUT Maliksi x Reader inspired by the song I See Red TwT

((Anon, same ba tayo ng pinapakinggan na I See Red? xDD di ba parang murder song yun? char. Direct to the point ang request natin haaa, I like it! xD))

Disclaimer: I do not own Maliksi. Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto. All involved characters are adults.

Genre: Smut

TW: NSFW, Explicit, mentions of a gun, sprinkle of violence, blood, dirty talk, masturbation, oral, konting ka toxican, p*rn without plot, sobrang konti if meron man, bad writing sorry 2017 pa last time na gumawa ako ng smut. Umm.. Read at your own risk, I guess? I don't want to traumatize peeps hehe~ Minors, please don't interact. 18+++ ONLY

NON- #PhilMytCrea related AU. Reader (Y/n) has a marriage of convenience with Maliksi. OOC coz he's not a tamawo in this fic guys, just a normal guy with no sad backstory. Don't come for me, this is how 'I See Red' plays along my mind.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

You tossed your bag into the floor the moment you saw a pair of red stilettos which are not yours, laying on the frontdoor.

You knew Maliksi was seeing other people behind your back and it's fine, totally. You two were not wed out of love. Hell, you two only met each other a week before that damned wedding. It was a wedding made for the official partnership of your parents' companies, that's all.

What irks you the most is that Maliksi had the nerve to bring another woman under the roof of your house, knowing that you'll be home today after a week of insufferable business trips- you were exhausted and your 'husband' was banging some other chick on your bed.

You have always been labeled as 'intimidating' and 'bossy' by people around your- too many names and terms however it just leads to one point: you don't tolerate any disrespect and any bullshit from anyone.

"Get out or get shot." You coldly said as you entered your shared bedroom with Maliksi. The man is currently laying on his back on just his boxers while the girl he's with is on top of him, fully naked and giving him a good show. You went straight to your dresser and started rummaging for the hand gun your father gifted you before.

Upon realizing that you are not bluffing, the girl quickly got off on top of Maliksi, grabbing her clothes and making a run for it.

"Goddamn it! You are no fun!" Maliksi muttered underneath his breath but before he knows it, you were the one straddling him, landing a hard slap on his pretty face using the back of your hand that's now holding your glock.

You watched as single trail of blood slowly trickle down his nose.

"Fuckin' bastard! I only made you promise one thing after that hell of a wedding. You are not making a mess on my house, and especially not on my bed! Is that too much to ask for, you man-whore?!"

Maliksi's eyes widen at your sudden outburst. Who would've known that his wife is hiding some feisty personality underneath that stern and work addicted facade Your dad wasn't lying when he told him that you are a handful and that attitude will be a pain in the ass.

He lets out a deep chuckle as he wipes the blood off of his nose. "Look at you. All this time I thought I was married to a cold, emotionless robot. You should talk to me like this more often. God, it makes me hard." His voice resonated throughout the room as he took the gun out of your hands and placed it at the bedside table.

Sure enough, you can feel his growing bulge under those boxers. You two never had that kind of relationship despite being legally married. It's always just you sharing a bed at night like a pair of college roommates- maybe even less than that coz college roommates can sometimes cuddle. But you two- sleep like a pair of logs, away from each other in that king size bed as if you'll burn if your toes even touch accidentally.

You were about to get off of him but Maliksi wraps his arms around your hips, holding you in place. "You're not going anywhere." He smirks, licking the blood that got on his lips.

In a single breath, Maliksi was able to flip you over- switching your positions so that you're the one under him. "In case you can't read the room, I'm currently feeling hot n' bothered because of you. Kinda glad you arrived since the other girl can't get me hard."

"Then go jerk off somewhere, you idiot!" You tried pushing him off but he caught your hands and pinned it at the top of your head.

"Damn. Y'look so hot swearin' at me like that." He softly chuckled before undoing the necktie you are currently wearing and using it to restrain both of your hands. "Maliksi! W- what are you doing?!"

"We've been married for like two months now, Y/n. Can't a man see his own wife?" He said as he started undoing the buttons of your top, whistling at the sight of the red fabric of your lingerie peeking through.

"Didn't know you wear such things coming home to me, wifey." His voice sounded so seductively sweet that you have to do a double take if this is really the annoying guy you were unfortunately married to. Your face was red hot in embarrassment that you just wanted the ground to swallow you.

He smirks as he pulls out his hard cock, tip glistening with precum. He can't help but grin as he watch your eyes widen at the sight of him, not able to say a word.

"Didn't know my wife is this adorable. I like seeing you angry and shy. Tell me, will you let me see other expressions tonight, pretty?" He said not louder than a whisper as he slowly wraps his fingers around the base of his cock, giving it a light squeeze to feel just how hard he is from watching his wife stare from under him.

"Like what you're seeing, Y/N?" He teasingly asked as he started to stroking himself while you watch.

You felt your own breath get stuck on your throat as he asks you because you are indeed enjoying the little show he's putting up. For the first time, Maliksi is not a random guy you are married to. As much as you won't admit it, he's always been attractive, and hot. The air feels electric as room filled with the sounds of his panting and ragged breaths. You wouldn't tell him, but hearing him call you 'wifey' does things to you.

He reached up his free hand, tracing his thumb along your lower lips. "Open up for me, pretty girl." And for the first time in your life, you were obedient, opening up those pretty lips of yours and letting him use your mouth. You looked up at him, locking those pretty eyes into his as you take him deeply, feeling his tip brush into the back of your throat.

"I've got such a good wife here all this time. Y' should've let me know sooner." He said, grabbing handfuls of your hair to push himself deeper, making your eyes water.

"..fuck. you're such a dirty slut sucking me so good like that." he cursed, throwing his head back. You let out a moan, sending tremors and vibrations around his cock which made him buck his hips.

It didn't took long before he's got you completely naked on top of the sheets, his head buried between your thighs while his tongue works wonders on your sensitive clit. You were a moaning and trembling mess under his mercy which made him softly giggle on how his supposedly 'stuck up' wife turned out to be like this from his touch.

"Maliksi...please~ 'm so close."

He quickly pulled away, making you whimper in frustration from being denied of that sweet release.

"The only thing you're cumming on tonight is my cock, wifey."

He lined his twitching length along your dripping cunt, pushing in slowly, letting you adjust and get used to him before bottoming up and just stuffing you full of him.

He's been dreaming of this day when you two got married. Who would even be opposed of marrying you with that pretty face and killer body. He doesn't care if you two didn't marry for love. That body kept him awake at night, and he's definitely going all out now that he's got the chance to fuck you.

His pace is erratic, pulling out completely before slamming himself back completely, making your toes curl and your vision fill with stars as he fucks you senseless that all you can manage are moans and incoherent babbles.

He groans when he felt your cunt tightening around his cock, making him fuck you a tad bit harder. "You're so close now huh? My wifey seems to be enjoying my cock way too much." He chuckles before reaching into your clit, slowly circling his finger making you tremble in pleasure. "Maliksi....pleasee.."

"I know, pretty. I know."

You can feel your eyes rolling back and your body arching as you reach that sweet sweet release, with just a few more thrusts Maliksi follows, shooting ropes of thick hot cum inside you, telling you how pretty you are like that.

You two may not have started on good terms, but you both know this night is definitely a start of something.

[ask-emilz-de-philz]

Bagsik: "Unless you're lying? Either way, if you disappoint me, I'll personally tear out that womb of yours."

(( Q-Q bruhhs why ya'll goin sciency with these monsters , they're monsters not people ;A;;; ))

Maliksi: "Well, this should be fun. Bet ko within 2 hours iiyak na yan. :P tigas ulo e. "

NOTE: Bagsik is a Tamawo Maliksi is a Tamawo

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[thejessyami]

Voice (Maliksi x Anon/YN) PART 1

Disclaimer: Trigger warning: This chapter contains Violence, curse words, a bit of gore, possible rape. read at your own risk. PART 2 : Voice (Part 2)

PART 3: Voice (Part 3) Characters: Maliksi, Makisig, Lakan and Mang Kano all belongs to @ask-emilz-de-philz. Anon on the other hand is you! <3 so enjoy!

*HUFF* ‘Run’ *HUFF* you urged yourself in silent desperation as you navigate through the dense forest finding the exit, “Running won’t do you good” the creature voice, dripping with sarcasm on his tone. Glancing over your shoulder, you caught sight of the creature following you, his eyes gleamed with predatory intent looking at you like some prey, his long silver hair flowing at the back his golden claw like hands in front of him reaching for you. He maintained a calculated distance, not closing in, as if teasing you as you ran away from him. Ignoring the creature taunts, you pushed forward, desperately looking ahead for any signs, seeking an exit. The dense forest seemed never ending. ‘I need to distract him’ you decided looking for some opening that will help you through this situation, looking left and right. Swiftly changing direction, you veered off the beaten path, hoping to lose the creature in the twists and turns of the forest. The creature, momentarily of guard adjusted its pace. However, your strategy seemed to be working, as you gained a slight advantage. You seized the opportunity to find a concealed spot to observe and plan your next move as you lost the creature following you. Breathing heavily, you crouched behind a large tree, attempting to catch your breath and remain unnoticed. You heard the creature chuckle as he said “You think you can hide from me?” It taunted, it’s words sending shiver down your spine. You remained motionless, heart pounding, as you braced yourself for the next move in this deadly game of cat and mouse. The creature chuckled as if your hiding was amusing for him. “Better hide properly, human, once I get you, I’ll make you mine” The creature’s ominous words sent a chill down your spine. With the urgency of the situation not wanting to be captured, you moved away from your hiding place to find a more secure hiding spot. Moving with haste, gently navigating the forest to not catch the attention of the creature. As you went further away an eerie silence enveloped you. The silence sent another chill on your spine, it’s as if the creature had been gone. Not wanting to be complacent, you looked around in the darkness looking for a place to hide. Suddenly, a shadow went past you, in that moment, the creature emerged from the darkness, its presence sending a wave of terror through your veins. You stood there staring at him wide eyed as he moved in towards you with a predatory grace, his eyes locked onto you as his smile widened with sinister satisfaction, making it clear that escape was no longer an option. You moved back with each step forward he makes, not wanting him to get closer “My, my” he spoke “what shall I do with you?” his words hung in the air with an ominous tone. “P-please...” you cried “Don’t hurt me” the pleas escaped your lips in a desperate attempt to appeal to any sense of mercy the creature might possess. As you continued moving backwards, a tree suddenly hindered your path. You gasped, realizing you were now cornered, your mind racing, realizing that escape was slipping further away. His eyes fixed on you seemed to relish the realization that you were now trapped. The creature now near you reached for your chin, aggressively making you look at him. His thumb tracing the outer part of your lips, his face moving closer and closer to your face, the golden intensity of his eyes held a mix of fascination and malevolence.

In a desperate attempt to free yourself, you summoned all your courage and bit down hard on his finger, a momentary shock crossed the creature’s face as he recoiled, giving you a brief opportunity to slip away. In swift movement, the creature grabbed your arm his mood shifting from surprise to anger “You’ll pay for that” he growled menacingly before delivering a forceful slap across your face. The impact sent you stumbling to the ground, disoriented and with a stinging pain in your cheek.

Pinned to the ground, the creature loomed over you, casting a shadow of fear. Tears welled up and streamed down your face as you closed your eyes, the desperate plea escaping your lips, "N-NO! Don't hurt me, PLEASE!" The forest seemed to echo with your cries, and the weight of the imminent threat hung heavily in the air. Another sharp slap landed on your face, seized your chin once more forcefully making you look at him again, The cruel force of its hold left you vulnerable and exposed.

Laying at a tree branch, Maliksi snoozed lazily, the forest around him held an air of tranquility, His ear twitched as a loud cry of help immediately capturing his attention, shifting grumpily at the unexpected disturbance, he muttered “Uhg! So noisy!” with an annoyed tone. Despite his initial irritation, he reluctantly roused from his lazy repose on the tree branch. Stretching his arms upwards as he yawns loudly. Scratching his neck, he slowly opened his eyes and looked around to see where the commotion was coming from.

Just a few meters away from him was the man he hated to see. "Lakan," he muttered with a distasteful tone in his voice. Below, a woman lay pinned beneath him. "Ha, it seems he caught another unfortunate soul," Maliksi remarked uninterestedly, lifting his left leg and resting his chin on his knee as he observed the drama unfolding in front of him. The air around the trio became charged with tension as Maliksi watched the scene with a mix of disdain and detachment. Lakan tore the woman’s cloths and tries to ravish her, his eyes burning with a cruel hunger. The woman struggled desperately beneath Lakan, her cries echoing through the night as she fought for her life. “You’re too noisy” Lakan remarked with a dismissive tone, he then slashed her throat with his claws. her blood splashed in his face.

The pungent aroma of iron and copper filled the air as Lakan licked the blood from his claws, relishing the taste of her fear and desperation. Maliksi face twisted with disgust, He had seen this before and each time it left a bitter taste in his mouth. He watched as the girl stained crimson to the ground.

Her face turned toward his direction, and with the last bit of her strength, she mouthed, "Help... me... Please." Maliksi, caught off guard by her pleading gaze, locked eyes with her. Despite her desperate plea, he remained unperturbed. Why would he help her? In his mind, it was her unfortunate fate that had led her to this dire situation, and the cruel irony was that she was caught by Lakan, the most heartless of them all. He continued to observe the unfolding drama with a detached demeanor, choosing not to intervene in the dark scene playing out before him.

Maliksi, seemingly fatigued by the drama unfolding, prepared to leave. With a flawless jump, he descended from the tree, he turned his back on the distressing scene behind, leaving the dying girl while Lakan persisted in his heartless actions. As he was about to step forward, the helping plead of the girl flashed back to his mind. Despite his initial inclination to leave, her words lingered in his mind. “If I help that girl, Kuya will praise me”, he pondered as he looked back again at the dying girl behind him, glancing back, their eyes met once more. Although he had initially hesitated to intervene, the possibility of earning his big brother’s praise tugged him. “Right! I’ll do this for an extra points from my Kuya!” A wide smile crept on his face as he looked at Lakan, “Beating the hell out of him will be a bonus” Determination flickering in his eyes.

Your mind went blank as you struggled to catch your breath, ‘Will I die like this?’ you wondered, the sudden realization of dying here and never returning to your loved ones overwhelmed you. As you look at the side, you spotted a silver-haired person on top of a tree, his head rested on his knees, and he seemed uninterested in the unfolding scene, a slight hope welled in your heart, and at that moment, you didn’t care who or whatever that boy person is; all you wanted is to live.

Still in pain from your wound and breathing you managed to muster the strength to plead “"Help... me... Please." The words left your lips, but no sound accompanied them.

As if caught off guard by your pleading, his eyes locked with you but he remained unperturbed. The creature continued to ravish you and you felt your tears slowly dripping to the side, still catching your breath. The boy jumped down from the tree and you watched in desperation as he turned his back and attempted to leave. Inside your mind, a plea echoed, 'No, don't leave, come back!' but you lacked the strength to voice it. The little hope you were feeling earlier vanished into thin air as you saw him move forward. Your eyes started to blur, and you clung to the last shred of sanity, praying for a miracle. You slowly closed your eyes, resigning yourself to an uncertain fate. Moments later, you felt the weight of the creature lift off of you. Despite keeping your eyes closed, your heightened senses allowed you to hear the creature groan in pain. In the midst of the creature's distress, it cried out, "MALIKSI!"

A voice, presumably Maliksi's, responded with a sarcastic tone, "Oh, did I interrupt your dinner?" Was the last words you heard as you lose consciousness.

Maliksi glanced at Lakan, a sense of satisfaction evident in his expression as he observed Lakan's enraged state. "You son of a b*tch," Lakan cursed, his anger palpable. "How dare you interrupt me!" he shouted in irritation, clearly agitated by the intrusion. Unfazed by Lakan's outburst, Maliksi waves a hand in front of him and mockingly said, "I wasn't planning to. But she asked me for help, and I simply obliged," gesturing towards the now unconscious girl.

Lakan burst into mocking laughter. "You? Helping a mere human?" he scoffed, amused by Maliksi's unexpected actions. "What? Playing the hero now? Ha ha ha," Lakan jeered at the perceived absurdity of Maliksi's behavior. Growing impatient, Maliksi's focus remained solely on the unconscious girl, disregarding Lakan's taunts.

Lakan's expression darkened once more, his frustration evident. "Whatever," Maliksi dismissed, defiantly showing his middle finger to Lakan before carefully lifting the girl from the ground, ensuring her head is still intact with her body.

"How dare you ignore me! You piece of trash! Let go of my prey! That's mine!" Lakan hissed at Maliksi. In response, Maliksi turned to face Lakan squarely and calmly retorted, "She was never yours to begin with." Lakan's fury boiled over, and he lunged forward to attack Maliksi. Remaining composed, Maliksi evaded each of Lakan's strikes with remarkable agility, all while still cradling the injured girl in his arms. Lakan's relentless assault proved futile against Maliksi's swift and agile defenses, showcasing exactly why he was known as Maliksi.

Maliksi's irritation surged as he felt the girl in his arms growing more critical by the second. Time was slipping away, and he knew he had to act swiftly to save her. With Lakan bearing down on him once more, Maliksi seized the opportunity to strike back. Waiting for the perfect moment, he smirked as he launched a powerful kick squarely at Lakan's face, sending the Tamawo hurtling through the air, crashing into the surrounding trees. Satisfied with his decisive move, Maliksi flashed a wide smile before turning his attention back to the urgent task of finding help for the injured girl.

A loud thud was heard making the man jumped in shock "MANG KANOOOO" a voice called out as if singing his name. The man named Mang kano clearly irritated as he heard the voice, "What do you want!" He shouted as he angrily walked towards the door, he was about to reprimand the owner of the voice when he saw something horrifying, a woman in his arms covered in blood, some still dripping from her neck, unconscious, pale and half naked. "What did you do Tamawo!" Mang Kano said with distaste in his voice, Maliksi was startled at his change of tone, a bit of panic emerging from him "Oi! Don't put the blame on me! I'm not the one who made her like this!" He said defending himself. "And before you question me, shouldn't you try and fix her first? I can still feel her heartbeat but is dangerously weak, if we don't hurry, she won't last long" Maliksi explained in urgency, Mang Kano did not argue anymore and sighed in resignation "Follow me, quickly" he then motions for him to follow.

Mang Kano methodically removed his blood-stained gloves and peeled off his protective gear, meticulously washing his contaminated hands and arms. Having done everything within his power to aid the injured woman, now the waiting game starts. As he removed his face mask, he spoke with a somber tone, "Her wound was deep, but I managed to treat it. However, she has lost a significant amount of blood. She'll need more to have a chance at survival," he paused, his next words heavy with uncertainty, "that is, if she survives." His gaze then shifted to the Tamawo, who leaned against the door with an indifferent expression, observing the scene unfold. "Now, tell me, what happened," Mang Kano pressed for answers.

"Lakan," Maliksi replied tersely, reluctant to delve into further detail. Understanding washed over Mang Kano as he closed his eyes briefly, grasping the gravity of the situation with just the mention of Lakan's name. The mention of the beast suggested the harsh methods he used, particularly the gruesome fate awaiting those who dared to utter a sound in his presence.

Looking at the girl, Mang Kano couldn't help but feel a pang of pity. This wasn't the first time he had seen a victim of Lakan's lure brought to his hut, and sadly, many of them hadn't survived. "Looks like my job is done here!" Maliksi announced, preparing to leave as he stepped away from the doorframe. However, Mang Kano intercepted him with a firm voice, halting his departure. "Where do you think you're going?" he questioned, blocking Maliksi's path.

Maliksi shrugged nonchalantly, attempting to brush off the concern. "What do you want me to do? I've helped her escape. There's no need for me to stay any longer," he stated, dismissing the matter. Sensing the lack of empathy in Maliksi's response, Mang Kano urged him to reconsider. "Can't you show a bit of sympathy? At least stay and ensure she's taken care of," he implored.

Maliksi's expression darkened, a hint of menace creeping into his glare. "Why should I?" he retorted, his voice laced with venom. A shiver ran down Mang Kano's spine at the sudden shift in atmosphere; the last thing he wanted was a hostile Tamawo in his midst, especially one as powerful as Maliksi. Just as the tension reached its peak, Maliksi's abrupt cry shattered the silence, diffusing the tension in the air.

"HEY! WHO THE H-" Maliksi started, but halted abruptly as he felt a sharp smack on his head. He turned around to confront the assailant, only to find his older brother, Makisig glaring at him with anger etched across his face. Maliksi's heart sank as he saw the disappointment in his brother's eyes. "K-kuya," he stammered, shrinking under Makisig's gaze. "What do you think you're doing, making a huge mess like this?" Makisig's voice was cold and demanding, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"K-kuya, D-don't be mad! I'll explain everything!" Maliksi pleaded, gesturing frantically as he attempted to calm his brother's temper. "Then explain," Makisig commanded, his tone unwavering. Feeling a sense of dread, Maliksi proceeded to recount the events in detail, his voice shaky with apprehension. Makisig with eyes closed listened in silence, his expression unreadable, while Mang Kano observed with disbelief, absorbing every detail of the unfolding situation. Clenching his fists in frustration.

Mang Kano felt a surge of helplessness wash over him as he heard everything, his sympathy for the injured girl intensifying with each passing moment. "Don't worry Kuya, the girl is already in good hands with Mang Kano! Right?" Maliksi turned to Mang Kano, silently urging him to confirm his reassurance. With a heavy sigh, Mang Kano nodded in agreement, acknowledging Maliksi's statement. "Yes, she is currently in the recovery room, but don't get your hopes up; her health is still in danger," he cautioned, providing an update on the girl's precarious condition.

Makisig let out an exhausted sigh, his concern evident for the unknown girl his brother had intervened to save from Lakan's clutches. "How likely is her recovery?" he asked, his tone laced with worry. Mang Kano paused for a moment, assessing the severity of the girl's condition before responding. "Judging by the looks of it... if her health continues to deteriorate even with my care... she won't last a week," he admitted solemnly, his words hanging heavily in the air.

The gravity of the situation weighed on them as they contemplated the uncertain fate of the girl under their care. Makisig's expression softened, a mixture of sadness and determination flickering in his eyes. "We can't let that happen," he declared firmly, his voice tinged with resolve. "We'll do everything in our power to ensure she has a fighting chance." His words echoed with a sense of urgency, emphasizing the importance of their collective effort in saving the girl's life.

Makisig turned to his brother with a firm gaze. "Take care of her," he commanded. Maliksi tried to protest, but Makisig stopped him. "No 'buts'! I understand your actions, but intervening in the affairs of another Tamawo carries consequences. You know the risks," Makisig reprimanded sternly.

Maliksi nodded in acknowledgment, understanding his brother's words. "Make sure she survives. That's your punishment," Makisig's tone remained unwavering. Maliksi felt a surge of fear. "And if she doesn’t survive..." he trailed off, his voice trembling. Makisig's smile turned menacing. "If she doesn’t survive," he repeated firmly. "I'll hand you over to Lakan," he threatened his voice threaded with cold determination Maliksi shuddered at the thought, vowing silently to do everything to save the girl. Failure to do so meant facing Lakan's wrath.

Makisig's tone softened slightly as he addressed his brother, a hint of concern underlying his words. "For now, I'll deal with Lakan, and I need you to stay out of trouble," he instructed firmly, "Okay, Kuya, I'll stay out of trouble," Maliksi agreed, relieved that his brother would handle Lakan.

Makisig turned to Mang Kano, who was still present. "My brother will assist you in caring for the girl. And if he causes any trouble while he's here..." Makisig paused a meaningful smile showing on his face "You have my permission to handle it as you see fit."

Mang Kano smiled, relieved at the prospect of having assistance in caring for the girl. "Certainly, I'll keep you updated on her recovery," he replied earnestly. Then, he glanced at Maliksi with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "I'll make sure your brother behaves himself." Makisig nodded in satisfaction, giving his younger brother a pat on the head. "Behave" he advised before departing from Mang Kano's abode. Maliksi let out a defeated sigh, feeling the weight of the responsibility resting heavily on his shoulders. If the girl didn't survive, he knew he would be in deep trouble. Turning to Mang Kano, he made a half-hearted attempt at reassurance. "I'll check on her from time to time," he offered.

But Mang Kano wasn't having any of it. "Who said you can leave now?" he asked mockingly, his smile widening. "The girl is still in critical condition; she needs to be monitored 24/7." Maliksi threw his hands up in exasperation, resigned to his fate of caring for the girl. "Fiiiiiiine," he whined, before trudging off to the recovery room to keep watch over her.

Authors Note: -My Creative juices are overflowing right now, and I'm also making another story while doing this one XD. -I was fangirling while writing the part where Maliksi kicked Lakan's face. <3 <3 <3

All characters belongs to the one and only @ask-emilz-de-philz

[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.

[the-lazyyy-artist]

And So It Goes...

A/N: So hey, everyone in the Trese train, I offer you a Teenage!AU of the Trese squad (mainly the one braincell squad as some call them). Yes, teenagers, no powers or any mystical element in their blood. Just normal teens with weird hormonal shit. Also this is Dominic x Elena (OC) fic, because honestly? I am very much high on the the thought that my aswang slayer OC and Dominic are bf/gf and would be against the world (lol). 

This is a three chapter fic, and I listened to Ben&Ben’s Upuan for the teen-like crush feels, and some memories from my beach vacations heh. I hope you like it!

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CHAPTER ONE: Kaibigan o Pag-ibig?

Summer has always been the best time of the year. School’s out, you can stay at home for as long as you want, sudden road trips, beach trips, exciting stuff.

Good thing Elena stays with her amazing cousins, Amie and Hannah. It has been a year since she stayed with them in Manila to study, and since it’s summer, the girls along with their other friends has a lot planned.

Which also means more time to stare at Dominic.

No one knew about her harmless little crush on Dominic… well, except Basilio. Observant Basilio picked up her cues and found out about it. Elena made him pinky swear that he won’t tell anyone, even his twin, or Ate Alex. So far, it’s still a secret.

There was something in him. Like, somewhere beneath his snobbish façade. Maybe it’s his hair, or maybe how he laughs, or smiles. Elena really liked how long his canine teeth were because it made him look like a handsome vampire. Maybe it’s how he helped her one time around the campus during her first day. It was nice of him, despite how suplado he is when it’s just them hanging out at the Trese’s refilling station.

Now it’s summer, Elena swore to spend more time with him or just being around his space.

Just as she was about to get up from her bed to start her wonderful first day of summer, Amie already barged in to her room, tackling her back to her bed. “Elena!” she squealed, “It’s summer! Oh my god, did you know that ate Alex is planning to take us to the beach! Us, Elena! Me, you, Hannah, Cris, Bas, Dom, and Mal!”

Amie sat up and looked at Elena’s reaction. “Oh, aren’t you excited, Elena?” She asked as she removed her hair from her face. “No, no, I’m excited! But, when and how long?” Elena asked as she sat up. “Well,” Amie replied, tapping her chin, “We’ll leave next week and we’ll stay there for… 3 days, I think? Wait, let me ask Cris.” While Amie starts tapping on her phone, Elena was already on her phone, checking her calendar app. Wow, three days? With Dominic? AT THE BEACH? Elena thought. It was amazing! She gets to be with Dominic, waking up for three days, seeing his face in the morning, and spending time with him. Elena squealed at the thought, which surprised Amie, almost dropping her phone. “Oh my god, this is amazing, Amie! We have to look for the cutest swimwear and beachwear for our vacation!” Amie beamed at her, and pulled her out of her bed. “That’s the spirit! Now take out your savings because we’re going shopping!”

By the time Dominic knew about the vacation planned by the Trese’s, he sighed. Finally, some time with Elena. It has been a year since Elena came to stay at Amie and Hannah’s, and he has a big crush at the morena beauty that became the latest addition to their barkada. She’s an amazing combination of sweet, tough, smart, and funny. Dominic tries so hard to cover up his feelings by being snobbish and suplado to everyone in the group. It’s a miracle that his friends haven’t dropped him. The only person who knows about his secret adoration is Crispin, after his careless ass accidentally mentioned how pretty Elena was in her uniform, despite seeing her everyday wearing the same thing. Dominic literally stopped on his tracks when he realized what he said, and it was too late to take it back because Crispin was already howling and teasing him. “Yiiee! I never knew you have a soft spot for Elena! Our suplado boy has a crush!”

Crispin continued to tease him until Dominic eventually confirmed that, yes, he has a crush on Elena.

Three days on the beach with Elena? Sounds like heaven. He’s not letting this opportunity slip.

One day before they leave for their three-day vacation, the girls decided to see the twins who are helping out in their refilling station, cleaning up the containers and delivering them to their respective families. Basilio came running out of the station to greet them, and they all jumped together. “Beach day together! Beach day together!” The four of them chanted. Kuya Hank rolled his eyes at them. “Be thankful that your ate Alex had a promotion and decide to be very generous this summer.” He yelled then laughed at their child-like excitement. The four of them settled, and they began to talk more about the vacation. “Our Instagram feed will be bomb after we take amazing photos on the beach!” Hannah said, pouting at Amie and Elena. Elena rolled her eyes, and laughed. “You enjoy the limelight, girls. I’ll take your photos,” she said, and the girls giggled. “Oh, no worries, Elena. Crispin and Basilio are our designated photographers tomorrow,” Amie said, grabbing Basilio’s arm.

Then right on cue, Mal and and Dominic arrived. Mal, being super extra, tackled Basilio to the ground, while Dominic just shook his head. “Hey boys! Are you guys ready tomorrow?” Hannah asked, giddy as always. Maliksi stood up and dusted himself off, big smile on his face. “Of course! Can’t wait to see some chicks on the beach with their hot swimsuits, right, Dom?” Maliksi answered, nudging his elbow on Dominic’s arm. “Y-yeah,” Dom managed to answer. Elena looked away, and then saw Basilio shooting her a worried look. “God, I sure am thirsty,” Elena said out of the blue. “Alright, come with me, Lena. I’ll give you a glass,” Basilio grabbed her wrist and led her inside the station.

“I’m not actually thirsty, Bas,” Elena admitted, leaning against the wall. Basilio sighed leaned beside her. “Yeah, I know.” Elena looked up at him. “You really think hot chicks in sexy swimsuits are Dominic’s type?” She asked softly, her voice laced with insecurity. “I mean,” she continued, “Amie and Hannah are beautiful. They wear pretty little dresses and tops, it makes them look hot.” Basilio chuckled and scratched his nape. “Well, Amie does look good in her outfits during wash days in school.” Elena groaned and pushed herself off the wall. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. I’m the odd one out. I don’t wear pretty clothes, but I can style a t-shirt or my dad’s old polo.” Basilio pulled her gently towards him and hugged her. “You know, Lena, I will always support you with your 'Dominic crush', but please know that you are beautiful in your own way. To be honest, you’re wardrobe is really cool. I liked how your vintage fashion taste mixes well with their Barbie style. You’re you, and you’re beautiful.” Basilio lets go of her, and Elena smiled at him. “Thanks for that pep talk, Bas. God, I hope I won’t get insecure tomorrow.”

Once they walked out of the station, the girls sighed. “Finally! Were you really that thirsty, Elena?” Amie winked at her, then giggled. Elena’s face turned red, and shook her head. “No? I mean, I just… needed to use the bathroom afterwards,” she lied. “I didn’t know you went inside?” Crispin asked. Basilio and Elena turned to him, surprised. “How long have you been here?” Basilio asked. The Trese’s station is literally attached their front door, which means that to get out of the house, they will go through the station first. “Just a while ago. Don’t worry, I didn’t see a thing,” Crispin teased, blowing kisses at Basilio. Dominic frowned at them, obviously not amused of the teasing. “Alright, I’m going home. Better sleep early since we’re gonna leave early for the trip,” he said flatly, walking away from the group. The others called his name, but he didn’t look back. He then felt someone grab his shoulder. It was Crispin.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?” He teased. Dominic pushed him away and Crispin laughed at him. “Hey, don’t worry. They didn’t kiss. Basilio was just giving Elena some encouraging words about how pretty she is, even if she isn’t that girly girl.” Dominic groaned. “Why would Basilio be the one doing that? The girls could lift her confidence up,” Dominic said. He then faced the older twin, confused. “Is there something going on between them? I need to make my move this summer. I like Elena, god.” Crispin gave Dom a pat on the back. “Hey, Basilio actually likes Amie, okay? And he’s pretty vocal about it. Remember when he attempted to sing in front of their house to woo Amie?” Dominic sighed and lowered his head. “Don’t worry about it, bro. I’ll ask him, then I’ll update you.”

As soon as Crispin arrived in their home, Alexandra was already preparing their bags at the living room. “Crispin,” she said, “make sure you already packed everything you need. Then place your bag here in the living room. That way, it’ll be easier for us to transfer them to the van.” Crsipin gave her a thumbs up, and started to walk up to his and Bas’ room. Despite being in their teenage years, they still prefer sleeping in one room. As he opened the door, Basilio was packing his bag for the trip. “And I though you already packed up a week ago?” Crispin teased as he sat on his bed, facing his twin. “Well, I did. I just needed to re-pack because I might have not placed my trunks in here,” Basilio answered. Crispin shifted on his bed, watching his twin on what he was doing. “Do you like Elena?” He asked, catching Basilio off guard. Basilio looked up at his twin, brows furrowed. “No. Why? Was it because of the thing in the station? I swear, we have nothing between us. It’s just that stupid brain Maliksi started to brag about looking for hot chicks in the beach tomorrow, and Dominic agreed, which made Elena insecure because she likes Dom so much but she might not be his type.”

The twins gasped, and Basilio covered his mouth, regretting what he said. “Oh my fucking god, I didn’t mean to tell you the whole details because I promised Elena to not tell anyone about her crush!” Basilio said, panicking. Crispin was still shocked at the revelation, and then started to laugh at the situation. “Oh my fucking god, this is so funny because Dominic likes Elena!” Basilio stopped pacing around the room, and faced Crispin. “Oh my fucking god, they are so stupid!” Basilio exclaimed, now laughing. The twins eventually calmed down after the shocking truth being bombed at them. “So now what? Now that we know the truth about them but they don’t.” Basilio asked. Crispin rubbed his chin, and then perked up. “We’ll make this the most memorable summer for them. Let’s push them both until one of them eventually admits their feelings!” Basilio scratched his head, confused. “How are we even gonna do that without being sus?” Crispin pulled out his phone, and started to tap a message. “I guess it’s time for the gang to know the truth.”

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[thera-daydreams]

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[on temporary hiatus until i pass and get my professional license this 2024, wish me luck please 😔]

hello! i'm thera, a fanfiction author who writes for multiple fandoms

she/her | 22 | FIL | aquarius | infj | person who needs sleep, happy hormones, and a real-life nanami kento | ko-fi | quotev | deviantart

❦ this is a list of all my previous works, what i have in my drafts, and everything I'm planning to write, which is why some works may not have links yet since they're a work in progress; if i get an idea, i'll add it right here <3

❦ i don't have a schedule so updates may be inconsistent or on n' off; i only write when i'm inspired and when i have time. also, because of university and life, i'm super busy. just so you know. :)

❦ my older works are also on quotev and deviantart, thus some links may redirect there. still thinking about making an ao3 account, though.

❦ my stories are generally SFW or just a tad suggestive with a fem!reader, but maybe in the future (when i get the guts and the talent), i'll write some actual NSFW.

❦ just message me if you want to be added to my taglists for ongoing fics!

Legend:

∞ - full stories, ↳ - oneshots or twoshots,  ✿ - imagines or headcanons

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❝ TRESE ❞

∞ INDAY [Crispin/Basilio/Maliksi/Dominic x Skymaiden!Reader] (completed)

✿ shorts & spinoffs (still ideas as of the moment)

↳ PLUS ONE [Maliksi x BestFriend!Reader] (completed)

↳ PLUS THREE [Maliksi x Reader] *sequel of plus one*

↳ POMEGRANATES [Dominic x Reader]

↳ UYAYI [Basilio x Mermaid!Reader]

↳ KABILANG BUHAY [Crispin x Ghost!Reader] (completed)

❝ JUJUTSU KAISEN ❞

∞ THE SWEET OLD LADY IS A WITCH [Nanami Kento/Gojo Satoru/Ryomen Sukuna/Fushiguro Toji/Geto Suguru/Kamo Choso x ScarletWitch!Reader] (ongoing)

↳ COFFEE & TEA [Nanami Kento x Reader]

↳ 241 [Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Onesided!Reader]

❝ YANDERE SIMULATOR ❞

∞ WISHING FOR WINGS [Male!Yandere Simulator x Ayano Aishi!Reader] (discontinued)

❝ HETALIA ❞

∞ LITTLE MISS ANCIENT [Hetalia x Reader] (completed)

↳ WEDDINGS? YOU SURE? [Hetalia x Reader] (completed)

↳ MAN CORSETS [Austria x Reader x Prussia] (completed)

❝ ATTACK ON TITAN/SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN ❞

∞ IMMORTALS [Erwin Smith/Reiner Braun/Miche Zacharias/Jean Kirstein/Levi Ackerman/Zeke Yeager x Various!Immortal!Isekai!OCs]

❝ CROSSOVERS, MISCELLANEOUS, OTHERS ❞

∞ SCARLET & SHADOW [Darkling x Scarlet Witch!Reader] - ◤MCU x Shadow and Bone◢ (ongoing)

∞ VICTIMS [Wonder Woman x Captain America | Supergirl x Winter Soldier | Zatanna x Quicksilver | Starfire x Loki] (on hiatus) - ◤MCU x DCEU◢ (discontinued)

∞ GODKILLER [Gabriel Reyes x WonderWoman!Reader x Jack Morrison] - ◤Overwatch x DCEU◢

∞ ITERUM [Madara Uchiha x Sakura Haruno | Sasuke Uchiha x Erza Scarlet | Mirajane Strauss x Itachi Uchiha | Neji Hyuuga x Kagura Mikazuchi | Tobirama Senju x Ur | Izuna Uchiha x Ultear Milkovich | Shisui Uchiha x Minerva Orland | Kakashi Hatake x Irene Belserion] - ◤Naruto x Fairy Tail◢

∞ QUEEN OF THE DAMNED [Alucard x Akasha Bloodriver] - ◤Hellsing x Rosario + Vampire◢

∞ SUN & MOON [Sesshomaru x Queen Serenity] - ◤Inuyasha x Sailor Moon◢

∞ MYSTERY OF SILENCE [Phantom x Siren!Reader] - ◤The Phantom of the Opera◢

i don't write for many of the other fandoms i'm in, but feel free to chat or interact with me!

ANIME/COMICS

. trese . jujutsu kaisen . attack on titan . mcu . dceu . the old guard . free! iwatobi swim club . kuroko no basket . yuri! on ice . naruto . fairy tail . millionaire detective: balance unlimited . black butler . hellsing . castlevania . rosario + vampire . vampire knight . inuyasha . sailor moon . hetalia . pretty rhythm . cells at work . way of the househusband .

BOOKS/SHOWS/MOVIES/GAMES/WEBTOONS/IDOL GROUPS

. yandere simulator . overwatch . earth defense force . phantom of the opera . hamilton . miss saigon . les miserables . jekyll and hyde . bram stoker's dracula . twilight . a court of thorns & roses . shadow and bone. wandavision. crazy rich asians . game of thrones . the remarried empress . dangerous convenience store . exo . twice . red velvet . (g)-idle . exid . itzy . k-drama . k-variety shows .

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[smolla-than-a-bug]

Hello☺ if you're still accepting Trese requests can I ask for a fic about the reader reincarnating or resembling a past lover. Like Barcelona (Kathniel film) vibes. Either for the kambal or Maliksi or Dominic hahahaha you're sooo talented when it comes to hcs and short fics. Either way, I can understand if you're busy hehe

sa susunod na habang buhay

transl. [filipino] in the next lifetime

—crispin x reader

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content — fem!reader, wartime romance, violence, death, reincarnation

notes — thank u @haliya-mori & @binibiningbabaylan for beta reading! your comments were vv helpful i rlly appreciate it :) i’ve never seen barcelona and didn't know where to watch however the concept of reincarnation caught my eye!! might be a little different from what you were expecting, anon, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless ❤️

late 1800s

"Medic!"

Choruses of screams for aid had you on your feet almost robotically, too used to acting quick responses. One could have easily missed the soldiers' cries of agony and calls for help in the midst of the constant gunshots, but you've been trained to keep an ear out in any occasion.

You cursed as you gathered the lengthy material of your skirt to one side, above your knees to grant your legs the freedom to move without tripping over the fabric. "Lieutenant!" You wasted no time in dropping beside the injured man, eyes zeroing on his injury, which really wasn't easy to miss.

Half of his leg looked to have nearly been severed through from the angle you were looking at it. How he got this injury, you didn't know, but you didn't waste any time thinking about the cause; the fabric of his pants around the cut were already drenched and heavy in dark red.

You wrapped a piece of fabric around his thigh, close to the wound in attempt to reduce the amount of blood loss. You pulled it tight and gauged his reaction. A mere slight tensing of his muscles and a quick glance at his face told you that he was beginning to lose consciousness.

"Lieutenant!" You willed him awake, tying the fabric into a tight knot. You didn't even know if he could hear you with all the noise and chaos. "Lieutenant, stay with me!"

Frustration consumed you when the Lieutenant continued to not be able to hear you. His head lolled from side to side. His dazed eyes seemed to be scanning both everything and nothing. Talking to him deemed a fruitless cause, and you desperately whipped your head around, unable to do anything until someone came with the gurney.

You ducked down, looking over the soldiers in the trench in case anyone else needed to be tended to. The beating of your heart combatted the ringing in your ears every time your eyes passed a soldier and never coming across anybody you recognized. Fear for your loved ones potentially having died in the line of fire twisted your gut and had you forcing yourself to swallow the sick taste.

You spotted the gurney being carried in the corner of your eye.

"Over here!"

The Lieutenant's breaths were getting shorter and shorter as you used all your strength to transfer his deadweight one limb at a time. It took some time as you were slightly distracted, desperately hoping to catch a glimpse of your lover alive, at least.

You saw him as you struggled to lift one end of the gurney.

Thank god, you silently prayed as you rushed back to shelter with the Lieutenant. Stay alive for me, asshole.

Two to three nurses rushed to your side once the Lieutenant was laid on a bed, diligently following your instructions as they handed you one medical instrument after the other. You were intent on giving the man a chance to live another day despite what your senses told you until his weak hand nudged you and your eyes flew to the piece of paper clutched in his hand.

You took in a deep breath and your eyes met the Lieutenant's. He weakly shook his head, giving into his fate. He knew he wasn't coming back from this alive, and there was no point in your attempts to put him back together.

You plucked the folded piece of paper from his fingers—a note to his wife. Blinking your moistening eyes, you passed it to another nurse, instructing them to make sure it's delivered to her. It was the least you could do.

A moment of silence was dedicated to the Lieutenant as he took his last breath.

Your colleague's hand planted itself on your shoulder in attempt to console you. "There was nothing more we could do."

Later, the gunshots ceased outside, taken over by the enemy's signal to retreat. Yells of victory and relief soon followed, yet you couldn't be bothered to participate. How could you call this a victory when there was so much bloodshed?

You stomached your grief and got to working when soldiers started approaching, seeking treatment for mostly minor injuries, which you're all but thankful for.

You spend the rest of the day sitting by the creek not too far from the base. There's something about the stream of rushing water in the quiet air that soothes you. It's somewhere you go to for a place of comfort, the only place you've known solace. Before eventually having to be thrown back into action, you bask in the peaceful environment, thinking of a time without war.

A rustling in the bushes has you thoughtlessly taking a defensive stance. The intruder's uniform and surrendered hands tell you he comes in peace.

"Don’t sneak up on me like that! I thought I was about to be killed."

Crispin chuckles as he plops down by the rock you're sitting on. He takes a moment to admire the view of nature.

Looking up at your face, he whistles. "Lookin' a little rough there."

You punch him on the shoulder, cursing him out when he laughs at your hostility. "You should see yourself, soldier."

He hums, rubbing the area you hit. "You okay though? You seem a little... off."

You take in a sharp breath as you're reminded of the Lieutenant.

It’s at these times that you think about how you took your childhood for granted. Despite not having lived the best upbringing due to your status, you thought it was better than watching your friends and countrymen die every day. Or maybe it was your childish nature of being carefree and oblivious to the uglier sides of society than what you were exposed to.

You missed being a child whose biggest concerns were hiding from priests and Spanish guards when you were forced to be out after curfew hours, scolded by your parents when you made it home late. It may seem a little selfish considering the Philippines had just been let go from the reigns of Spain, but a war against the Americans took its place and you didn’t know which was worse. In truth, you think that both options make a lose-lose situation for your countrymen. Things were happening so fast that you couldn’t process much of what was happening past the well-beings of the soldiers you treated.

It was good to have something to direct all your attention to as a distraction from everything else once in a while, you suppose. But you work on autopilot. Once you’re done with your shift, you’re left to think about the events of the day, stuck on guilt and regret for all the lives you’d failed to save.

“Hey.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until you blinked out of your thoughts to see Crispin knelt right in front of you, concern painting his features. He cupped your face and wiped your tears away with the pads of his thumbs, and you held onto his hands. You can hear him, you can touch him, you can feel him. He’s alive and right in front of you.

You collapsed into his body and wrapped your arms securely around his waist. You needed to be held right now, and Crispin was more than willing to oblige.

He hates seeing you like this, but neither of you have a say in what happens. In war, the only thing there is to it is to win or lose, kill or be killed. The only thing to do is to faithfully follow the orders of your superiors.

“This might not be a good time,” Crispin tucks your head under his chin. “But I’m… a Major now. Just had to let you know first.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I got promoted. I’ll be working more closely with the General now.”

“And Basilio?”

“He’s going to Bataan.”

You hold him tighter. “So that means…”

He sighs, caressing the back of your head. “We won’t be seeing each other that often anymore.”

The time you had together was already scarce.

As kids, you saw each other every day. You did everything together—basically grew up together. Your families were neighbors, you became playmates as soon as you learned how to walk.

Crispin only lived with his mother and twin brother. Your parents often accompanied their mother in her labor, splitting earnings so that both families had just enough to be able to make do with. It wasn’t a lot but you had learned to live with it.

When you were old enough, you tried to find a source of income to help both your parents. Once, you were almost taken in by a family of high status to work as a maid, but Crispin fought tooth and nail not to let you go for fear of the way you’d be treated there. That was the first and only major fight you two had, for you didn’t care what happened to you if it meant being able to provide help to your loved ones, while he cared too much about your well-being to let you go through with it regardless of the pay. Eventually, you did find your way around. You still struggled with money, but at least you were doing something.

You lived routinely. You worked, did your chores, and barely had any time to rest. But surprises came when your childhood friend would appear at your window with his brother trailing behind him for moral support, bearing little gifts and offering himself to you. Your parents already knew about it before it even happened. They expected it, really, as you’d both been especially close, and they were happy as long as you were.

Then, the day came where Crispin had shown up at your door, no teasing grin in sight to deliver you the news that he was going to dedicate his life to fighting for the country’s freedom; it had been a decision he and his brother agreed on. You held him then, the same way he was holding you now, and you had told him that you’d follow him into the army. If not as a soldier, you’d study practical first aid procedures with the resources you could get your hands on, so you could patch him up when he came back to you with cuts and bruises adorning his body. It was nerve wracking, but at least you’d be going through it together.

“I’m scared.” You mumbled into Crispin’s chest, your voice muffled by his uniform. “I’m scared for you.”

“Me too.”

Now that he’s assigned to work with the higher officers, there was no telling where he’d go or what he’d have to do. You’d been lucky to be assigned to his division, but he had more important matters on his hands now. You might not see him again once he receives his new orders.

So you just hold onto him, memorizing his scent of dust and gunpowder, marking the way his uniform-clad arms felt around your body. It was all you could do for now.

There wasn’t a day that passed by where you didn’t think of Crispin, wondering where he was, what he was doing, and the like.

He kept you updated through writing you letters, but they were never immediately delivered to you. He’d write to you once a day, sometimes of multiple long paragraphs telling you what he’s been up to and other times of short notes of ‘miss you’ and ‘love you’. His letters would pile up after weeks, and he’d bundle them all together when he was allowed to give them to a messenger. Only then would they arrive to you.

Months passed where his bundles of love notes were the only things that you looked forward to. You developed a habit of keeping an eye out for the messenger, and when you did, you’d let a small smile peek through. Other nurses would tease you about it, but your grin would just widen as you let them have their fun.

You had the most pleasant experiences reading Crispin’s letters. You could tell he jokes around a lot on purpose just to make you laugh. His words would be imprinted on your mind until the next bundle arrived.

The only time you worried was when news arrived about the death of the General that Crispin was working with. He wasn’t well-liked despite his patriotic intentions, and you suspected that it was only a matter of time before an order was given out to placate his subordinates. It was times like this that you wished you weren’t right.

It didn’t take long before your suspicions proved to be true. News spread through the army like a wildfire that a lot of the General’s subordinates were in hiding or have already been disarmed. A manhunt was declared, and it wasn’t going to end well for any of them.

You remember clutching Crispin’s letters to your chest. Both his and your safety (by association to him) were in jeopardy, and you didn’t know what to do. The last you’d heard from Crispin was that he was safe and in hiding. You could only hope that it stayed that way, no longer expecting further letters for his sake.

You carried on with your medical duties in the division you were assigned. You laid low, never drew attention to yourself.

Now, you were back by the creek. You finished doing laundry and were there to quell the troubles plaguing your mind.

The scrunching of footsteps on pebbles made you crane your head.

You expected it to be the other nurses calling you back in for having been out for too long. They did that often.

But contrary to what you initially thought, Basilio was the last person you expected to show up. Actually, you hadn’t expected him at all. Like his brother, you’d caught wind that Basilio was also in hiding from the current authorities. Your stomach dropped as he approached you.

“Y/N…” Basilio bent down to meet you at eye level, taking his hat off in the process.

“No… Don’t tell me he’s…”

The silence confirmed your thoughts. Your mind drew a blank. In truth, it was inevitable; it was bound to happen, but you hadn’t expected it to be so soon. You thought you’d be able to at least see him once more.

Basilio’s eyes dropped to the floor. Crumpling paper made its way to your ears when he pulled out a single folded paper. “He said to give you this.”

Carefully, you unfold it.

Mahal,

If you’re reading this, then that means I wasn’t able to personally say any of these things myself.

I want to start off by saying I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the time we lost, and I’m sorry for what could have been. I’m sorry for the amount of times I could have told you I love you but didn’t due to whatever unfortunate circumstances were bestowed upon us. I’m sorry for always worrying you (I know you do so don’t even try to deny it) and for sometimes making things a little more difficult than they have to be. But most of all, I’m sorry for leaving you behind.

I’ve always wanted to start a family with you, you know that? I like to think about a beautiful pair of a mini you and a mini me running around. They’ll mostly take after you, and I’ll complain but secretly love them even more for it. They’d be blessed to look as good as I do, but even more so if they look like you. I know it would be a bit difficult considering, but with you, I think it would have all worked out just fine.

Never in my life did I think I’d be away from you for this long. I miss you so much, god I miss you. But I guess it’ll be just a little longer till we meet again—it better be a long time! Promise me that you’ll live a long life and don’t you dare break it or I’ll come back to haunt you.

I’m actually tearing up as I write this because I’ll forever be grateful to have had you in my life, which looking back now feels really short. I just wish we had more time. However, I’ll always be grateful that you chose to love me. I’m so lucky for that. Out of all people, you chose me. I’m just that good, no?

I have so much more I want to say but I’m running out of space so I guess I’ll wrap it up now.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Don’t ever forget that.

Yours,

Cris

You don’t have the energy to cry though you so desperately want to. You’re still struggling to accept that he’s gone, but something in your mind isn’t allowing you to. There’s a part of your brain still clinging onto the hope that he’s still out there. But you know better.

So when the tears refuse to come, your face feels tight. Your voice comes out hoarse. “Thank you, Basilio,” you say, blinking away the burden of your dry eyes.

Basilio’s eyebrows remain pinched, worry for you increasing the longer you appear to act like you’re fine. He wants to stay to make sure you’re okay like his brother asked him to, but he’s running out of time and he can’t be out in the open for too long. “I’m sorry,” is all he says before he hugs you and departs.

It hits you all at once later that night while you’re preparing dinner for yourself.

Your wrist accidentally grazes the heated pot and a searing pain makes its way up your arm. You hiss and jump away from the fire.

While you’re running your wrist under water, you realize your hands are shaking. Your vision is getting blurrier until you can’t see the outlines of your own fingers anymore.

Loud sobs echo through the room and before you know it, you’ve fallen to your knees. Your body is too weak to hold you up anymore.

The other nurses run into the room upon hearing the commotion. Your friend drops down beside you, encasing you in her arms and rubbing your back up and down to soothe your cries of agony.

You were taken over with grief for the loss of your lover who would never have the chance to see his dreams come to light in this life.

It had only gotten through to you that you'd never see his face again. Over time, you would forget the way the skin by his eyes would crease as he laughed at you whenever you reprimanded him for doing something stupid. You would forget the way his lips feel on your skin, the comfort of his arms, the sound of his voice...

Everything had gone to waste.

You’re tired, so tired of the war. You don’t want to do this alone, but you promised Crispin you’d live for him. You’ve never broken a promise to him, and you’re not about to start any time soon.

present day

You squealed with your group-mates, ecstatic that your project was a hit.

To celebrate Buwan Ng Wika, your college’s History Department had proposed a project for History majors to adapt the role of museum curators of a historical exhibition on any event in Philippine history, which would be open to the public for viewing.

Your group was assigned the Philippine-American War, and you started the exhibit recalling the life and death of the late General Antonio Luna, touching a bit on what followed. One hotspot in your exhibit was the projector playing the General’s famous lines in the movie Heneral Luna.

Your personal favorite part of the exhibit, however, was dedicated to recalling the lives lost after General Luna’s death. One portion of it in particular touched on the tragic end between wartime lovers. The recovered historical pieces illustrating their romance consisted of hundreds of letters sent by one, never with a return address. You had always been a sucker for right-person-wrong-time tropes, and this one did not fail to elicit a squeeze in your chest whenever you reread about it.

It was fascinating to read about a situation where, in the midst of death and bloodshed, two people were able to find life in each other. You wondered what their life might have been like if they were permitted to live a little longer.

They could have married. If they had children or grandchildren, you wondered what keepsakes or heirlooms they could have carried onto the next generations. Maybe they could have passed down their stories of them growing up, of their first meeting, and of first-hand historical recounts. Those were valuable heirlooms in itself. If it were you, their story was definitely one you'd be telling your children if you ended up having any.

You stood in front of that exhibit, rereading the photocopied faded words on paper. Around you, you heard murmurs of commentary from lovers and hopeless romantics alike, commemorating the story of a wartime romance.

You checked your phone, wondering where your best friend went. They went to pick up their girlfriend at the entrance. You met her once. She’s nice. A little aloof but nice.

bestie: im gonna walk around w alex for a bit :>

bestie: she brought her brothers hehe 👀

bestie: might play cupid if i see ya ykyk HAHAHA

You scoff out a laugh before pocketing your phone.

A pop of a gum bubble behind you caught your attention. The culprit—a tall man in a clean suit and close cropped hair—offered you a piece of gum when he noticed you looking.

You raised an eyebrow, turning your back on him. “That’s not suspicious at all. Didn’t your mom ever tell you that offering candy to children is a very kidnapper thing to do?”

The man laughed, stepping closer towards you.“Well, I’m not a kidnapper, and you are not a kid, thank you very much.” You felt a strange fluttering in your gut. “I’m Crispin. Nice to meet you…”

“Y/N. My name’s Y/N.”

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[y0shitan]

Crispin x Reader ft. Basilio

Short crack fic as a way to say sorry for the angst I've shared with everyone. Peace po tayo.

“I can't believe you, Crispin! I trusted you!” (Y/N) -the fierce but awfully kind and understanding younger sister of Maliksi and daughter of Señor Armanez- cried out in anguish as she clutched her clothed chest unable to look at her boyfriend in the eyes.

Beside her was Basilio, who was shaking his head in disappointment towards his older twin brother as he comforts his friend by offering a comforting pat on the back.

“Ayan! Lagot ka, Kuya. Pinapaiyak mo si (Y/N).” Basilio said grimly, fighting off the strings of laughter that was threatening to escape. “Gago! Manahimik ka nga!” Crispin refuted as he tried to reach for the (h/c) haired woman who was pouting beside his brother.

However the daughter of Senor Armanez scooted away from his reach, still unable to forgive her boyfriend.

“Babe, sorry na.”

“Tangina mo! How can I forgive you when you put down that fucking plus four. Alam mong turn ko na after mo, gago!” She hissed indignantly finally causing the younger twin to burst out laughing as he watched his brother's face contort into a look that made it seem constipated.

Who knew that playing Uno would threaten his relationship, maybe this is the root of evil that he must eliminate, but first he needs to calm his girlfriend down.

[adarlingmess]

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.

II: Bad Habits

Summary: After disrupting one of House of Arko’s operations, one of the Kambal meets up with their informant.

Words: 4540

Characters: Basilio, Crispin, Sabina (OC), Alexandra Trese (mentioned only), Ammie (mentioned only), Reyna Manananggal (mentioned only), Dominic Villaceran (mentioned only), Mama Grande (mentioned only)

Relationships: Basilio/Original Female Character

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

Rating: 16+

Warnings: Strong language, violence, mentions of abortion, references to human trafficking + sexual trafficking, sexual themes

Author’s Notes:

I am: back on my bullshit again

People were looking for a part 2 so have more Basilio x OC stuff. 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. No Taglish version this time, Darling niyo pagod na 😩

This was supposed to be a simple job.

Get in, rough up House of Arko’s operation while Bossing is paying them a visit in their mansion, get out, and watch as Bossing confronts them about it at the next social gathering they’ll host.

But nothing was ever simple about the aswang, right?

Now there’s a huge one trying to eat Basilio alive.

“Damn it, Basilio. Your recklessness is a bad habit that’ll bite us in the ass later!” his older brother berates him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever! Now might be the right time to call for backup kuya,” he strains, attempting to pull the  magubat’s jaw apart with his superhuman strength. His fingers slip from the drool and it almost bites his hands off.

Crispin’s busy with a horde of mailap, taking turns in taking pot shots from him in the shadows. “We should’ve taken a page from Carlos’ book and brought palm fronds. Who should we call?”

“What about Maliksi?” Basilio suggests.

“What’s one tikbalang to all these aswangs? We need something bigger, maybe a higante to take on that magubat!”

“Gago, a higante can’t get here as fast as a tikbalang!” Basilio snaps.

“Mas gago ka! What about that playmate of ours from when we were kids, y’know, the one that tipped Bossing off about this whole trafficking operation anyway? Think she can fly her way here?” Crispin growls, shooting down a mailap who was foolish enough to ambush the more cautious twin from above.

Ah, yes. Sabina.

Boyish, intimidating, hard to figure out- but still hot enough to flirt with, despite being aswang; that’s how Basilio would describe her. This Sab was a far cry from the Sabina Marie he once knew years ago, the one who used to wear an all-girl Catholic school uniform, shyly shared her snacks and books with him, and kissed him farewell when her mama told her she’ll not be coming with her to meetings with the lakan anymore.

A few days after they caught up with each other, she turned up at the Diabolical not too long ago with a flash drive for Alex’s eyes only. She didn’t even breathe a word to him, much less look at his direction, but Basilio could only surmise that it’s his fault.

“Sabina? Well, manananggals who follow the queen can shoot. It’s- ungh- worth the shot!” Basilio answers back, straining as he gets swatted to the side with one gigantic claw. “You make the call, my hands are full!”

“Give me your phone, I don’t have her Facespace.”

Basilio looks down from several feet, and gives his brother a sheepish smile. “Uhhh, okay, but she’s been seenzoning me.”

From behind his mask, Crispin frowns. “What did you do?”

“She might’ve seen me tagged in Ammie’s story when I was supposed to watch her gig. I got there when her set was ending, and she was pissed.”

Grumbling, Crispin takes his frustrations off on a mabangis charging towards him, a flurry of bullets raining upon its body. “What did Bossing say about getting personal with informants?”

“What? It’s Sab. She’s-”

“An aswang who might have an ulterior motive in helping us. Tangina Basilio, think with your head sometimes! The one between your shoulders!”

Distracted, Basilio failed to stop the jaws of the magubat from closing in on him. As quickly as his reflexes allow, he tosses his brother his phone.

“Just call already! Tell her it’s an emergency.”

The older Kambal flies up and extends his free hand to catch it. Crispin launches Basilio’s Facespace app and begins to search for their informant. He found her under the name Sab Evasco. Crispin pretended not to see the string of messages Basilio left for her, all left on read.

Her phone rings. One time. Two times. Three times. Crispin dials again. Twice. Thrice.

Someone picks up. He puts the call on the loudspeaker.

There’s someone strumming a guitar in the background, accompanied by a drumset’s cymbals. They come to a halt and Crispin hears a frustrated woman’s voice from the other end of the line.

“Ulol gago, fuck you Basilio, you can tell me if you’d rather go on Starbreaks coffee dates with a wind girl than watch me play.  I’m a grown woman, I can handle a simple ‘no’. I’m not in the mood for your games! Now fuck off, I don’t want to hear from you. I have a gig to practice for.”

Basilio cringes as he listens to Sabina’s tirade. Crispin guns a charging mabangis down, and his mask dematerializes for a brief moment, just enough for him to mouth to his brother “Gago ka talaga.”

“Sabina, it’s Crispin. We could use some backup here. We’re being swarmed by aswang.”

The sound of a guitar being unceremoniously dropped and the mad shuffle to catch it can be heard from Sabina’s line, followed by quick footsteps. Sabina talks again, calmer this time. “What? Couldn’t Basilio get his own ass on the phone and tell me himself?”

With an exasperated expression, Crispin turns on the camera, and points the phone at Basilio, who’s caught between the magubat’s jaws. “He said you were ignoring him, and he can’t get on the phone right now, as you can see.”

The Kambal heard her fumbling with more equipment, which sounded like a guitar case being zipped up and carried. A brief argument with her bandmates follows, then Sabina talks again.

“I’ll be there. Stay on the line.”

Now they wait.

As much as Crispin wanted to help his little brother, his hands were full with the wave after wave of aswang coming after them. They’re relentless. This is their food supply the Kambal are cutting off, after all.

“Any luck with Sab?” Basilio asks, attempting to shoot the roof of the mabangis’ mouth.

The bullets barely penetrate the thick membrane. He’ll need to transform the Armas Infinitum into a more powerful weapon to lobotomize the gigantic aswang, but seeing how he’s separated from his twin, it’s impossible at the moment.

“She said she’s on the way. She’s still on the phone. Here!”

Crispin throws the phone back to Basilio, who catches it with one hand, while his other arm continues to struggle with the magubat trying to swallow him whole. He tucks it in his breast pocket, and he jumps near the row of the magubat’s front teeth, prying it open with both arms.

Through the aswangs’ growls, Basilio could faintly hear a woman cursing and the jingling of keys from the other side of the line.

“Hey Sab! It’s Basilio. Sorry again about missing your gig.”

“Shut up and hang tight. If I didn’t care for you at all...” Sabina snaps. Basilio could barely make out the words Sabina was saying due to the wind and sound of traffic. “I’m on my way.”

“Ngh, can’t you come any sooner? I heard that aswang intestines are nasty.” Basilio pauses, realizing his mistake. “No offense.”

“I said zip it. Isn’t it enough that I went out of hiding and agreed to be Trese’s informant? Now I have to be your backup too?”

“Working with Bossing has its risks. We made that clear, princess.”

“Don’t call me that.”

There’s more turbulence and wind from Sabina’s line. If Basilio guessed, she’s now flying to the scene. The Kambal’s struggle with the aswang continued until they heard their informant’s voice through the speakers again.

“Big bad war demigods can’t handle a single fucking magubat?” Sabina deadpans, the turbulence and noise no longer accompanying her voice. “Open the fucker’s mouth wide. Make sure he’s facing east.”

“Kuya! She’s in the area, help me pry the jaws open!” the younger Kambal shouts to his older brother, who dodges a leaping mailap and quickly flies up to his aid.

“What’s the plan?” Crispin asks, and Basilio shrugs.

“I don’t know, she just asked me to do it!”

Before Crispin could question Basilio, a shot rings throughout the building, and the magubat collapses. The Kambal let go of the heavy jaws and flew away, watching the near-twenty foot aswang crush a few of its regular-sized kind. Upon closer inspection, a bullet has torn its way through the roof of its mouth. It’s a clean shot. The magubat isn’t regenerating, much to the Kambal’s surprise.

It’s a pleasant surprise, nonetheless.

“That’s for trying to eat my brother,” Crispin spits, kicking the dead aswang’s head.

Soon, more of the aswang started dropping like flies, too. Razed by bullets from an unknown assailant, the House of Arko aswangs started to panic.

“Wait a minute, I know manananggals who follow the queen can shoot, but Sabina is a sniper? Do you know about this, Bas?” Crispin exclaims, tearing his eyes away from the dead magubat to face yet another wave of mabangis.

“No! Damn, she’s using special bullets too. Where’d she get those?” Basilio mutters. A mailap attempts an ambush attack, and before he could react, Basilio watches it get shot mid-air as it attempts to jump him.

“You’re mine,” Sabina hisses, her voice crackling through Basilio’s phone speaker, smooth through the static.

Her emphasis on the word “mine” made goosebumps ripple through Basilio’s arm.

“Hot. Could you say that again?”

What he got instead was a groan. “Fuck, don’t distract me Basilio. I’m not here for fun.”

“You seem to be having fun shooting House of Arko’s minions though.”

“Fair. You two better look for the hostages. I have a bone to pick with this lot.”

The Kambal looks at each other, and nods. Glass shatters as they fly out the building’s windows, to the upper floors. After taking care of the guards, they saw them. Men and women in cages, all naked, and herded like livestock. 

“Please, help us,” one of them whimpers, crawling to the front of the cage and grabbing Crispin by the arm. She’s dirty, and her belly is swollen. Basilio turned on the lights and they saw it clear as day: most of these women are pregnant. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.

House of Arko farms their food, breeding humans like livestock, and harvesting fetuses from them.

Sirens are blaring outside, both from police cars and ambulances, waiting for the hostages to be rescued.

All is well, or so they thought.

“Fuck!”

The cry came from their informant’s line.

“Everything alright?” Basilio asks her after fishing his phone out of his breast pocket.

“There are a few of them who found my vantage point. They’re heading towards my position.”

“Get out of there already, the hostages are secure.”

“They saw me. I can’t let them report back to Mama Grande and her sons that a manananggal is helping you. Suspicion would fall on my clan.”

Crispin nudges his younger brother. “I’ll handle the hostages and wait for Bossing. You make sure our informant’s alright.”

“Way ahead of you kuya,” Basilio replies, taking his guns out and flying out the window.

Under the pale moonlight and the city’s lights, Basilio spots a group of aswang scaling a dilapidated building east of him. On the rooftop, he sees it. Wings black as night, flattened against the concrete. Sabina lies prone and is aiming her scoped hunting rifle downwards, picking off the advancing horde one by one.

“Time to play.” The demigod rushes in and makes bullets rain on the hostiles.

He takes out a mabangis approaching their sniper from her blind spot. Those who didn’t die from being shot fell to their death, regeneration halted either by his or Sabina’s doing.

Basilio descends on the rooftop, and he walks his way towards the manananggal. His mask dematerialized, and the wind tousled his long hair. Just to be safe, he kept a pistol in one hand.

Across him, Sabina takes out her wireless earbuds and puts them away. Then, she slings her rifle on her shoulder, safety on. With her wings, she crawled towards his direction, like how a bat would move. Then, uses her wings’ sharp claws to plant herself on the concrete, a feat regular bats couldn’t do.

“Thanks for the help, Sab. About that gig…”

Before any more words could come out of his mouth, Sabina holds up her forefinger and presses it against his lips. “Shh. No more apologizing about the missed gig. Just make up for it. You owe me.”

Basilio nods, smiling at her. He watches as Sabina fishes out a box of cigarettes and a lighter from her vest. She’s wearing a black, long-sleeved polo shirt underneath it, and its sleeves are rolled up. Her shirt was unbuttoned just enough for him to catch a glimpse of lace peeking through. For all her boyish, edgy posturing, her choice of underclothes is girlier than what Basilio expected.

It almost makes him want to unwrap her like a Christmas present, but he’ll keep that thought to himself.

“Nice outfit. You were rehearsing in that?”

“We had a presentation for a class. No time to get changed. Now there’s a hole in the back, so I might as well wear this more often on future operations,” Sabina replies, placing a stick of Marlborough Reds between her lips.

“I’m in the mood for a smoke and maybe a chat,” she continues. “Join me?”

Basilio nods.

“How did you know about House of Arko’s human trafficking thing, anway?”

“Believe it or not, it was a hunch,” Sabina explains, black fingernails scratching the sparkwheel several times. “Ugh, fucking lighter dying on me again. I just had it refilled… must be the wind,” she growls.

Basilio couldn’t help but chuckle at her frustration. “A hunch?”

“Hmm… maybe hunch isn’t the right word. It’s an educated guess. Mama Grande loved serving boiled fetuses to her house guests, correct?”

Basilio nods, waiting for Sabina to continue her explanation.

“I suppose that it’s my place to judge if their mothers didn’t want to raise them… I’m a manananggal, for fuck’s sake. But there’s one red flag House of Arko failed to hide. From what I can tell, those fetuses are around five to eight months old.”

Sabina’s lighter finally lit up, and with a triumphant laugh, she lit her cigarette. Then, she carries on with her explanation.

“Most abortions happen during the first three months of pregnancy. It’s rare to see expecting parents get rid of them that late.”

“So? What does that have to do with the whole thing?”

“House of Arko serving older fetuses could mean one of two things: either all, and I mean all of the abortions they performed are from those who are truly in need of one that late, or they’re getting them from another source, possibly an illicit one. They don’t have the most benevolent reputation, so my intuition tells me it was the latter. So, I paid the place a visit and recorded what I could. I guess I should be thankful that your bossing found that blurry video trustworthy enough,” Sabina concluded, watching as the victims were clothed and herded into ambulances.

Dumbfounded, Basilio scratches his head. “Wow. Glad you’re on our side. How did you know that three month thing anyway?”

“Research and personal accounts.” Sabina’s response is clipped. Cold. Abrupt. It only raised more questions than answers.

“Personal accounts? You’ve met people who got them?”

There’s a flash of regret in Sabina’s eyes; regret that she opened her mouth and let him know more than needed. She cuts him off. “I can’t put my informants’ identities in jeopardy either now, can I?”

Per his older twin’s advice, Basilio’s finally using the head between his shoulders. “No offense, but you’re a manananggal. Y’know, known for eating babies? Hearing that from you is suspicious.”

“Yes, I am,” Sabina says through gritted teeth, glaring at him. “I can assure you, I’m following the accords and I’m not exploiting loopholes like what House of Arko is doing. I’ll reveal everything in due time.”

“Alright, keep your secrets. For now.”

A tense silence has befallen them.

“So- '' the manananggal blows a cloud of smoke away from Basilio, “-is this going to be a regular thing? Because if it is, I might finally quit smoking. Nicotine makes my hands shaky. Can’t risk accidentally shooting your ass.” She pauses, looking at him in jest. “ I’d rather do that intentionally.”

“You’re breaking my heart, Sabina Marie,” Basilio retorts, clutching his chest in mock pain.

They share a laugh over it, the mood lightening up.

Basilio looks in the distance, taking in the view of the cityscape. “Maybe you should quit. Singers shouldn’t be smoking in the first place.”

“The tar helps me belt out raspy screams, but yeah, you’re right,” Sabina chuckles.

“So, when is this next gig?”

“Next week. In Ilocos Norte. All the way up in House of Arko’s ancestral home.”

“Should I take that info to Bossing?”

“Yep. It’s open to the supernatural public anyway, so it's not like I’m giving you top secret info. Even the wind tribe is invited, despite their bad blood with my clan. Hopefully things won’t get physical. Most of my sisters are still bitter over how they blew us away when my mom- I mean, Inang Reyna decided to side against the Treses.”

So that explains some things.

“I dunno, maybe I should bring Ammie so I can watch the two of you in a catfight.”

Sabina elbows him in the chest, hard.

“Not funny at all, Basilio. I don’t even know her personally! It’s you I was pissed at.”

Now he grabs his chest in genuine pain as he croaks out an apology. “Sorry.”

“Whatever. Bring whoever the hell you want, just keep your distance from me when you decide to go. Even my father’s going to be there. I need to be on my best behavior.”

The demigod turns to their aswang informant, interest piqued. She’s divulging a lot of information. Perhaps he can sway her to spill more secrets.

“Didn’t know that the Reyna Manananggal had a king.”

“Oh, no. She’s not the type to share her power with a man.” Sabina pauses to take another hit of her cigarette. “I meant my biological father. Villaceran.”

Now that was unexpected.

“You drop bombshell after bombshell whenever we meet. Tomas Dominic Villaceran’s your old man?”

“Look at me. I’m almost the splitting image of the guy. If there’s one thing I’m grateful for, it’s inheriting his good looks.”

Basilio grins. “Can’t deny that. Most of the manananggal kuya Crispin and I encountered look...”

“Hideous, I know,” Sabina says outright. “You still haven’t seen that side of me, so don’t be too quick to judge my sisters.”

Basilio treads carefully, knowing that he might be prying on a sensitive subject. “So, about Villaceran…”

“I’d rather not talk about him. Our relationship is… strained.”

Giving her a sympathetic, understanding look, Basilio nods. “Right. Never mind.”

Another interval of silence passes between them. This time, it’s a little somber.

“So, does this party have a dress code?”

“Yeah. Filipiniana. Wear a barong. It’s one of those pretentious events that attempts to make House of Arko more appealing to the masses or whatever. Manipulative assholes.”

“You can just refuse to go, Sab.”

“I could, but being Trese’s mole among the aswang means I have to attend clan activities to supply more information. That also means attending every single party those Arko fucks throw.”

“You really hate House of Arko, huh?”

Looking towards his direction to meet his gaze, Sabina’s eyes are filled with a sea of emotions. Hatred, indignation, and something Basilio couldn’t quite place.

“Why wouldn’t I? Mama Grande raised boys who can’t take no for an answer. The Arko brothers have no respect for us manananggal. As if we weren’t fetishized enough in Manong Karma’s stupid aswang dating book...”

Sabina clears her throat and calms herself down. Bad blood between aswang clans could mean war. Basilio knows he should take that to the boss. His gears are turning tonight. He asks Sabina questions that could risk her support.

“Is that why you agreed to be an informant? You wanna bring House of Arko down? Then what, your clan will fill the space they’ll leave?”

“What? No, I have no desire for power, not like how Mama Grande or my own mother does anyway. My personal gripes with them aside, the House of Arko wants to ‘unite the aswang under one banner’ with no respect to the other clans’ autonomy and customs.”

“So you wanna protect your clan?”

“That’s one of the reasons, yes. Mama Grande’s been trying to play kumare with mom- I mean Inang Reyna-” This is the second time Sabina slipped and called her mom. She clears her throat and composes herself. “And I need to stop that. Inang Reyna already made the mistake of going against the Accords once. Allying with the House of Arko will ruin us further.”

Basilio leans in closer. “And what are your other reasons?”

Sabina looks at him for a few, quiet seconds, and looks away. “I’ll reveal them-”

“In due time. Yeah, yeah, I can take that as an answer. So, making you sing in that event is a result of them being magkumare?”

A defeated laugh bubbles from Sabina’s chest. “You got it.”

“I’m surprised they didn’t invite sirena to sing.”

Sabina rolls her eyes and tosses the butt of her expended cigarette on the concrete. Basilio took it upon himself to crush the embers under his heel, seeing how her lower half is hidden someplace else.

“Oh please, this is House of Arko we’re talking about, Bas. They believe aswang are superior. Letting them shine would take away the spotlight from the aswang. Mama Grande asked for me from Inang Reyna so they can gloat that even aswang can make better singers than the famed sirena. Ugh, I doubt my singing style even matches the performance they want from me.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of performance are they going for?” he asks her.

“Now that’s another secret. You have to show up to find out,” she hums in response.

Turning away from him, Sabina checks how many sticks are left in the box. Two. She takes one and lights it up.

“Screw it, I’m going cold turkey. I guess this will be my final box. Maybe for tonight. Maybe forever.”

“Then maybe you should stop with the stick you’re smoking and throw the last one away,” Basilio suggests.

“Are you mad? That’s a waste of money!”

“Still counting your blessings even with your mama’s wealth huh?”

“Old habits die hard.”

Sabina blows smoke away from Basilio’s direction. The wind made it waft to his face anyway, and she mumbles a quick apology. He shrugs it off. Not like the adverse effects of secondhand smoke affected him anyway. Hank smoked and was polite enough to turn away too, but Basilio can still smell it. He didn’t mind it. Still, Hank had told him and Crispin that it was a tough habit to break, so he never touched a cigarette.

Not until now.

Basilio takes the box from Sabina and picks up the last stick with his lips. Then, he inches closer to her.

Ironically, in an attempt to help an old friend quit her smoking habit, Basilio engages in it himself.

Little did he know, a new bad habit was forming between him and the little lady before him.

“I’ll make sure it won’t go to waste then. Light me.”

Sabina raises an eyebrow. “Just don’t start at all. Give it back.”

“One smoke isn’t going to get me hooked, princess.”

Brows knitted together, Sabina chastises him. “Take it from me, bad habits start with just one little taste, Bas.”

“One little taste never hurts anyone...”

“One little taste could leave you wanting for more.”

Basilio can feel himself getting hot under the collar. He’d never thought an aswang of all creatures could make him feel all bothered, yet there he was, getting turned on by her choice of words.

“Princess, are we still talking about cigarettes, or something else?”

Hearing his question, Sabina exhales sharply through her nose, cheeks dusted pink. “Maybe both. Whatever. Come here.”

Black fingernails scratched at the sparkwheel. Sparks were flying, but there was no flame. The cigarette remained unlit.

“Well, it looks like fate isn’t letting you smoke, so better just give me the damn cigarette back, Basilio.”

With a sly look, Basilio closes in on her, and presses the end of his cigarette to the embers at the end of hers, linking them together.

To his surprise, Sabina is neither backing away nor babbling defensively like she usually does whenever he gets close. Instead, she presses her chest to his, a challenging look in her half-lidded eyes. She wasn’t wearing her glasses like usual, giving Basilio an unobstructed view of her heated gaze. Was it bloodlust or desire? Either way, it got his blood pumping.

“You’re chattier than usual tonight,” Basilio comments. “Bolder too. I like that.”

In the form she’s in now, Sabina’s eyes glowed an eerie white, and aside from the wings sprouting from her back, little horns sprouted from her scalp, the root concealed by her crown of short, wavy hair. Basilio didn’t pay mind to her dangling guts, instead, his eyes were transfixed on that cute little lace bra again.

Through the layers of cloth between them, he can feel her heart beating. Basilio faintly remembers the taste of human and sigbin hearts.

Now, what does aswang heart taste like?

A dark part of his psyche- perhaps from being Datu Talagbusao’s son- wanted to tear it out of her chest and eat it to find out.

Basilio felt the urge to taste all the battles she fought through her blood, and possess her heart in a way no other person can.

The memory of seeing his father tasting his mother’s blood inserts itself in the present, and the fear of turning into the monster he was is enough for him to shake that thought away.

Basilio tries to focus on something else.

His eyes wander to Sabina’s mouth. He might’ve imagined something else between her dark lips, in place of the cigarette. Something bigger.

Something of his.

Sabina’s been pliable tonight. Perhaps he’ll push his luck with her one last time.

“So, any plans tonight, dear princess?”

“Unless you intend to treat me like one, don’t call me that.”

“I’m done with work, so if you want me to make good on that and make up for my mistake…”

Giggling, Sabina flies a few feet away from him. The black wings on her back are translucent against the pale moonlight. They almost looked like a dark shade of red.

“Go tell your brother about the information I gave you for now, then meet up with me afterwards. I hid my lower half in an alleyway behind that motel,” she tells him, pointing to the building’s direction.

“If you’re lucky, you’ll get to rearrange my guts. Literally and figuratively.” Sabina continues, a naughty smirk blooming on her lips.

Taken aback by the pun, Basilio laughs. “I didn’t think you were capable of dirty jokes.”

“You should know by now that I’m full of secrets and surprises.”

Grinning darkly, Basilio finishes the rest of his cigarette as he watches her fly away.

“And I’ll uncover them all, dear princess.”

Translations:

ulol - crazy; Filipino profanity

gago/gaga - foolish or stupid; Filipino profanity

tangina - contraction of putang ina, lit. whore mother. Used as an expression to express irritation, anger, or astonishment

Inang Reyna - lit. Queen Mother.

mare/kumare - derived from the Spanish word madre/comadre; kumare a reciprocal appellation for the godmother or for the child's mother. In a more modern and colloquial context, it’s used to refer to a female friend. Magkumare means women who are friends with each other.

Filipiniana - Philippine related book and non-book material

barong - also known as Barong Tagalog. An embroidered long-sleeved formal shirt for men and a national dress of the Philippines.

[crispybasil]

Sunshowers

maliksi x reader

A/N: pre-relationship fic? kinda a ‘how you met kinda thing’, based off the myth that when it rains while the sun is out a tikbalang is having a wedding. also i kinda went off of maliksi’s personality in the komiks and that one moment where alexandra basically threatened to slit his throat - 🔮

contains: fluff, himbo maliksi, reader being kinda done with life, but hey you get a free ride AND a future boyfriend so it all checks out

word count: 768

“Tangina naman, ba’t umuulan habang nandyan pa yung araw ha?!” You huffed as you looked up towards the sky, a slow drizzle of raindrops quickly turning into a full-on shower as you ran across the streets of Manila. You didn’t even care that you were jaywalking anymore as you desperately searched for a place to wait out the sudden rain.

Stopping by a small carinderia you sighed and sat down on one of the plastic stools, ordering pancit from the menu so that you could at least offer some patronage in exchange for the shelter. “Malalate na ako…” You grumbled to yourself as you looked down at your watch. Honestly, you should probably just cut your losses and get a taxi but the real question is if you would have enough to afford the pamasahe.

“Ok ka lang ma’am?” A voice asked from beside you as you looked to see a long-haired man in a leather jacket seemingly lounging alongside you. “Not enjoying the rain eh? Naawa na is Bathala saatin at pinabigyan ng libreng shower!” He said with a smile clearly trying to lighten your mood and make you talk to him, but you wouldn’t have it.

“Psh, are you sure the tikbalang isn’t getting married?” You rolled your eyes as you searched through your bag for spare one pesos that may hide.

“Haha! I’m actually late to a wedding right now so maybe they’re sending me a message.” The man laughed lightheartedly at your remark which weirded you out a bit.

“You actually believe that? Kwentong bayan lang ‘yan.” You scoffed, counting the coins in your hand wondering if this would be enough to cover the trip. “Unless sinasabi mo na tikbalang ka din?”

“Secret~” He then turned to look you in the eye, “You heading somewhere? Need a ride?”

His offer surprised you, to say the least, random strangers didn’t just offer free rides especially in a carinderia of all places. “Di ba tinuro ng nanay mo not to ride with strangers?” You chided at him but he only smiled brighter.

“Well you gave me a good laugh, I’m Maliksi if you must know.” He tried to flash you a smile but you continued to stare blankly, “Di ba tinuro ng nanay mo that when someone introduces themselves to you, you should too?” Maliksi seemed to have a mischievous glint in his eyes, almost as if he was challenging you.

“Sige nga, I’m y/n.” You said, Maliksi had you intrigued to say the least.

“Nice to meet you, now that hindi kami strangers so do you want a ride? Libre siya~” He really got you there, you had to admit. Besides every minute wasted means less chance of getting there on time…

“Mabilis kang mag-drive?” You asked deadpan as you stared at him, and at this point even his eyes seemed to smile.

“Oo naman señora!” He said this with a sense of pride as he offered his hand to you, you got up without it. “Ah, ganon ka, strong independent type. I like it. Anyway, tara na, malapit lang yung kotse ko.”

He took your hand as he leads you to his car, and you had to admit, with the rain and the light refracting around him he actually looked quite... Handsome. Not that you would ever tell him that of course.

Settled into the passenger seat of the black car, you couldn’t help but wonder what kind of guy Maliksi was. Surely naman a regular person wouldn’t have such a nice car or any car for a matter-of-fact. “Where to y/n?” He asked as he revved up the engine.

“SM.” You replied shortly, “How long will this take? I need to be there in 15 minutes.”

“Then 15 minutes it is.” He smiled dismissively, “Once I drop you off I might as well head to that wedding too.”

“Have fun with the tikbalang.” You smiled and he laughed.

“Trust me, after this, I definitely have a story for them.” The car peeled onto the main road and for once Maliksi paused to look at your face.

“Ano?”

“Wala this is the first time you smiled eh, ang cute mo pala” He chuckled, “Now remember to buckle your seatbelt, ayaw nating madisgrasya~”

It took 10 minutes for him to get you there, but not without a promise to see you again and a small paper slip with his phone number on it. ‘In case you ever need a quick ride again.’ That is what he had said. Try to deny it all you want but you were pretty excited to see him again.

[ask-emilz-de-philz]

(( return of the comebak of bibi brother maliksi and big brother maki XDD ))

(( thought of them upon seeing the post XDD ))

Based from original post on X/Twitter: @wifrieren and IG user @hunchaejeong

Note: Makisig and Maliksi are Tamawos

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[thejessyami]

Voice (Maliksi x Anon/YN) PART 2

Disclaimer:

Characters: Maliksi, Makisig, Lakan and Mang Kano all belongs to @ask-emilz-de-philz.

Anon on the other hand is you! <3 so enjoy!

PART 1 : Voice (Part 1) PART 3: Voice (Part 3)

PS: I accidentally posted the draft version of this one last night because my nephew is so naughty >_>.

Maliksi leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, watching intently as Mang Kano attended to the unconscious girl lying on the bed. It had been four days since she was brought there, and she remained in a coma. Mang Kano carefully checked her IV line before skillfully inserting medication into it. Maliksi was intrigued by how this albularyo was so adept with modern medical techniques. Overcome with curiosity, he finally asked,” how did you manage to become a doctor and yet continue as an albularyo? Don't those two professions contradict each other?” 

Mang Kano, momentarily taken aback by Maliksi’s question, paused and looked at him, a hint of perplexity in his gaze. "Why? Can't an albularyo become a full pledge doctor?" was his response "And what’s with the sudden interest?” he continued to probe further. Maliksi just shrugs his shoulders in response, the wheels in his mind still turning “Just curious” he admitted “Albularyos usually use nature and rituals to heal people. But you're using modern medicine to treat this girl.“ 

Mang Kano chuckled at his statement, as if this question had crossed his mind before or perhaps, he encountered the same questions before. “You see, Maliksi” Mang Kano began, his tone carrying a mix of warmth and wisdom. "Healing is not just about the methods we use; it's about the intention behind them.” He looked back at the girl as if a nostalgic feeling emerged from him as he continued “Whether it's through herbs, rituals, or modern medicine, the goal is always to heal. I've learned that to truly help someone, you must be willing to use all knowledge available to you.” 

He glanced at Maliksi, a gentle smile gracing his face, and in response, Maliksi met his gaze, understanding passing between them without a word. Suddenly, a knock on the door shattered the silence, and a woman's voice called out, "Dr. James, your appointment is here." The door creaked open, revealing a young woman in scrubs clutching a file to her chest. 

As she approached Dr. James, her eyes couldn't help but stray to Maliksi, and a blush colored her cheeks. Quickly averting her gaze, she hurried to Dr. James's side and handed him the file. "H-here's the p-patient's records," she stammered, clearly flustered by Maliksi's presence. Mang Kano, clearly understanding his staff's behavior, reached for the file and motioned for her to leave. "Alright, I'll come with you in a moment," he replied. The woman hastily exited the room making one last glance at Maliksi before leaving the two alone. 

Mang Kano sighed in resignation and said, "Please do not seduce my staff. I'm already short-handed, and I can't afford to lose more."  

"I didn't even do anything!" Maliksi defended, clearly irritated by the misunderstanding. “And It’s not my fault I’m oozing with attractiveness” He continued with a hint of sarcasm. Mang Kano cringed at his statement, rubbed his temples, and sighed in exasperation. “Just stay away from my staff!” With a weary expression, he walked to the door, giving Maliksi one last stern look. "And make sure they won’t know you're a Tamawo, the last thing I want is people sending rumors about my clinic about having a monster in my place" he cautioned before closing the door behind him.   

“As if I have a choice!” Maliski sighed in exasperation. He had made himself look human and concealed his Tamawo features so that he could blend in with the others while he remained here to care for the girl. Maliksi was alone again with the unconscious girl in the room. He felt relieved to have some peace and quiet. The only sound was the beeping of the health monitor. Taking a closer look at the girl's face, he realized it was the first time he had really noticed her appearance. Before, he had mostly just stayed in the room, playing games and sleeping on the bed that he took from the other room without permission, only waking up when the albularyo came to check on her.  

"You're quite beautiful, aren't you" he remarked softly, admiring her serene expression as she slept. Though he knew he had only helped her for his own benefit. Despite his selfish intentions, he couldn't deny the allure of her beauty. As he gazed at her, a pang of guilt flickered within him, which is unusual because having this kind of emotion for a human only applies to his kind brother.    Time seemed to move slow as his repeated activities bore him, He pulled a nearby chair closer to the girl's bed, settling into it with a sigh.

Leaning back, he crosses his arms and shuts his eyes, racking his brain for a way to shake off his boredom. Suddenly, an idea sparks, brightening his expression. “Hey, want to know a story?” Maliksi asked the unconscious girl, he chuckled at his stupidity scolding himself ‘of course she won’t respond, stupid!’, shaking his head at his own foolishness.  

But the idea of talking with this unconscious girl wasn’t a bad idea, He liked it actually, it’s like a one- sided conversation, a chance for him to speak his mind without the pressure of a response. So, despite the lack of interaction from her side, Maliksi found solace in sharing his thoughts with the silent figure before him.  

"Well here it goes” he started off as he rested his chin on her bed as he recalls one of the mischiefs he did, “There was this one time that my Kuya promised one of his girls on a picnic, I saw how excited she was being able to go out with him. When that day came, she then proceeds to the kitchen with a giddy smile on her face and makes some sandwiches. I secretly followed her making sure I was unnoticed, when she was finished, she went out and got ready for their planned picnic, I made sure she was totally gone then I went ahead and ate all of it.”

He smiled mischievously at the memory “I handed it to her, her sandwiches were really yummy." He paused as he licked his lips as if savoring the taste again, "and when she came back, she was livid and started shouting at me. My kuya came as he heard the commotion. Before she could even explain what happened, I immediately clung to my kuya and told him I was very hungry and ate whatever food is in the kitchen”  

Maliksi's eyes sparkled with the vivid recollection, a playful smirk playing on his lips as he remembered the chaos he had instigated. "You should've seen the look on her face," he continued, his voice barely containing his amusement. "She was so mad, steam could've come out of her ears. And there I was, the picture of innocence, hugging my Kuya, telling him how hungry I was." 

He chuckled, shaking his head at his own audacity. "My Kuya, he's always had a soft spot for me, you know? So, he looks at me, then at her, and he's trying to piece together what happened. And I'm there, making my best impression of a starving little brother, which wasn't far from the truth, except for the part where I intentionally ate the sandwiches meant for their picnic." 

Maliksi's expression softened, a hint of admiration in his gaze as he thought about his brother's peacemaking skills. "He managed to calm her down, promised her an even better date to make up for it. And me? I got off with a warning and a 'next time, ask before you eat anything meant for special occasions'” Sighing, Maliksi leaned closer to the girl, as if sharing a secret. "But here's the thing—I felt bad afterwards. Not immediately, but it hit me later. Of course I won’t tell them that!”  

Time seemed to pass by as he told more stories of his past adventures, after what seemed like hours of talking, Maliksi got tired and stood up, stretching his limbs. "Well, thanks for listening, even if you didn't have much choice in the matter. It's been... therapeutic, in a way." He glanced at her one more time, a gentle expression on his face. “When you wake up, maybe you can tell me your stories, I promise I’ll listen.” 

With that, Maliksi turned off the light, leaving the room bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. Outside, the world was quiet and peaceful, Maliksi felt lighter, as if the act of sharing his story with someone, even someone who couldn't respond, had lifted a weight off his shoulders. 

How many days have passed? Maliksi wondered as he stared out the window, the sun high in the sky, the corridors noisy with the comings and goings of people. A few days prior, Mang Kano had allowed him to return home whenever he wished, reassured that the girl was no longer in any danger. Maliksi was overjoyed and embraced the opportunity. Upon arriving home, he indulged in all the activities he had missed, as if he were finally free from the burden of caring for the comatose girl. 

After not going to the clinic for four days, he felt kind of empty, like he was missing something. He tried to have fun, but it wasn't as good. So, he thought about it a lot and decided to go back to Mang Kano’s clinic.

There, he found himself standing beside the girl's bed, just staring at her as if it was routine. He inhaled deeply then said "Hey there, sleepyhead. How are you feeling today? “ he then grabs a nearby chair and started telling her stories like the usual. Days turned into weeks, and Maliksi kept coming back to the clinic to share tales with her. 

As Maliksi's boredom set in again, he went over to the girl's bed and closed his eyes as he tried to look for a memory he could share with her. Maliksi wasn't a very talkative person, but he enjoyed talking to the girl in front of him. It was always the highlight of his day. As he chatted away, he didn't notice Mang Kano enter the room. The man stood by the door, watching Maliksi happily tell her about what had happened the other day, with the look of excitement in his face.  

"And then, I saw that lady again yesterday. I thought my big brother had sent her away for good two years ago. But guess what? She was back at the mansion, hanging out with my brother's other girlfriends." He paused, putting his finger on his chin as if thinking hard. "It's not like I dislike her or anything. She's actually pretty decent. As I observed, She wasn't as needy as his other girls, she knows her boundaries and always making sure that she don't annoy me, not like the others who always pick a fight with me."

Leaning on the edge of the girl's bed, Maliksi rested his head on his hands "As long as she doesn't bother me too much, I guess I'm okay with her being around the mansion," he stated with a slight shrug. The room went silent again, he stared blankly at the health monitor watching the numbers go up and down.

Unconsciously he picked up her hand and placed it on his cheeks, his gaze now fixated at the sleeping girl in front of him “When will you wake up?” he whispered softly, his voice filled with longing and hope. 

Mang Kano, who had remained quietly in the room, observed Maliksi with a mix of concern and empathy. He felt compassion for the young man expressing such raw emotion. It had been over a month since that fateful day, and there was still no sign of the girl waking up. Mang Kano sighed and was about to go over to Maliksi when the Tamawo suddenly jumped out of his chair, looking at the girl's hand in shock. 

"What's the matter?" Mang Kano asked in shock. Maliksi, unaware of Mang Kano’s arrival, looked at him in bewilderment. "H-her hand... I felt her hand move!" he exclaimed. Mang Kano immediately approached the bed, pulling his penlight out of his pocket. Maliksi shifted to give him space as Mang Kano began checking the girl for any specific responses. 

"Is she going to wake up soon?" Maliksi couldn’t help but ask anxiously. After Mang Kano finished examining the girl, he looked at Maliksi with a smile spreading across his face. "Yes! it looks like she’s on her way back to us” He confirmed. Maliksi smiled in relief upon hearing Mang Kano’s response. 

You were unconscious, and felt like you were in a dark, silent void. You couldn't feel anything, and time seemed to stretch on forever. All you could remember was being attacked by a creature, fighting desperately to get away from it until it slashed your throat. That was the last thing you remembered before you blacked out. You wondered how many hours—or even days—had passed since then. “Am I still alive?” you asked yourself. 

 But then, you started to feel a little bit of awareness. It was like a faint echo of life from the outside world. “Hey, want to hear a story?” Suddenly a soft voice said as it's sound washed over you like a warm embrace. The voice told you stories of it's mischievousness. This voice was very familiar, but you can’t seem to remember who. 

Though you cannot move or speak, you were captivated by his stories, listening intently, lost in the cadence of their voice. You wondered who this person beside you, sharing their stories with such warmth, though your body remained still and silent, your mind was alive with curiosity. You longed to reach out, to connect with the person beside you and to know this person's identity. But for now, all you could do was listen to their soothing voice as it tells you, their adventures.

Every day you kept on waiting for that voice, anticipating what story it would tell that day. Until one day the stories had stopped. You never heard from it again. the sense of abandonment overwhelmed you, You didn’t know what to do. You felt lost and alone. ‘Did it get tired of telling me stories?’ You thought to yourself.  

The silence of the room was unbearable, your mind is conscious, but your body is not, you feel frustrated, and you just wanted to wake up. You silently prayed that that person would come back. As if God answered your prayers, you heard that voice again, The one you have been praying for, “Hey there sleepyhead. How are you feeling today?” The voice was warm and comforting, sending a jolt of recognition through your still form.

‘You’re back!’ you wanted to say but your body remained unresponsive. you felt relieved at hearing this voice again as it tells you more of it's stories. Even though you couldn't move or speak, the connection you felt with this person grew stronger with each passing moment. 

Days flew by again, Maliksi stared at the girl waiting for her to wake up, every time he tells her something she moves her finger in response. He doesn’t know when it started but with each passing day, the more he stayed by her side, the more attached he was to her. Anticipating the day she opens her eyes.

And then one day, it happened. She started fluttering her eyelids, as she slowly opened her eyes, a hazy confusion danced behind them, as if the world was coming back into focus. Maliksi, overwhelmed by a mix of relief and joy couldn’t help but smile.  

“Hey, you’re awake,” he exclaimed his voice a mix of excitement and disbelief. “Wait here, I’ll bring the albular—I mean the doctor!” As he tried to let go of her hand, he felt her squeezing it, as if stopping him from going away. He looked back at her and chuckled. “I’ll be right back” He re-assured as he slowly removed her hand from him.  

Maliksi quickly left the room, searching for Mang Kano. As he neared the other room, he overheard a conversation. "We can't keep hiding her," he heard a voice say, recognizing it immediately as his brother Makisig's. "He found out where she is," Makisig added. A sense of dread began to fill Maliksi, making him worry about who they were discussing. Driven by his curiosity, Maliksi entered the room, surprising the two men. "Who are you talking about?" he demanded. The men exchanged a look of silent agreement before Makisig dismissively responded, "It's nothing." 

Trying to shift the focus, Makisig asked, "What brings you here?" Maliksi, although curious about their conversation, remembered he had more pressing news to share. "The girl has woken up!" he announced, the earlier tension melting away with his excitement. "Mang Kano, come and see her right away!" 

Mang Kano's eyes lit up with a mix of surprise and urgency at Maliksi's announcement. Without wasting another moment, he rose from his seat, grabbing everything he needed then followed the young Tamawo towards the girls room.

As they hurried through the corridors, Maliksi began to feel hopeful. The mystery of the conversation he had overheard still bothered him, but his top priority was the well-being of the girl who had miraculously opened her eyes after being in a comatose state. 

Slowly, you began to regain consciousness. You opened your eyes and tried to focus, but everything was blurry. As your vision slowly adjusted, you could make out the figure of a person hovering over you. 

"Hey! You're awake!" the person exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. He took your hand in his and squeezed it tightly. "Just wait here, I'll get the doctor", he continued, releasing your hand and starting to get up. 

Unconsciously you tightened your grip on his hand, not wanting him to leave. You stared up at him with your eyes still blurry from just waking up. He looked back at you in surprise, but then chuckled at your unexpected behavior. 

"I'll be right back", he reassured you, gently prying your fingers from his. You reluctantly let go of him and watched as he ran off through the door. 

Lying there, your gaze fixed on the ceiling, a wave of confusion and disorientation swept over you. ‘Where am I?’ This question echoed in your mind as you tried to make sense of your surroundings. An uncomfortable sensation in your neck stopped you from moving too much. Carefully, you reached up to touch the source of discomfort and found bandages there.

‘I remember now... I was attacked,’ you realized silently. The vivid memory of the assault flooded back, the brutality of the incident overwhelming you, causing tears to gather in your eyes. Overcome by a surge of emotions, you found yourself unable to hold back a cry. 

As tears streamed down your face, you were crying but there was no sound accompanying it, the room was still quiet ‘My voice... it's gone’. You tried to speak, to call for someone, anyone, but no sound came out. The silence around you felt like it was closing in on you, 'suffocating.' You felt more and more scared and confused.

As the door swung open, your eyes instinctively darted towards it. Three figures stepped into the room: the first, clad in a lab coat, evidently the doctor; the second, the person who had been by your side earlier; and the third, a man of remarkable height, the tallest you've ever seen. Their expressions shifted to shock as they took in the sight of your tear-streaked face. Without hesitation, the one who had kept you company earlier rushed to your side, a look of deep concern etched on his face. 

"Hey, what's wrong?" The familiar voice, filled with genuine concern, broke the silence in the room. You looked up at the person, their eyes reflecting a mixture of worry and compassion. You opened your mouth to speak, but no sound accompanied them. ‘I’ you desperately mouthed trying hard to make a sound, but it was futile, you can’t help but cry again at your helplessness.  

The doctor came by your side as he tried to assess the situation. He seemed to sense your struggle and gently placed his hand on the young man's shoulder, “It seems she had lost her voice” the doctor said. The young man turned to him with a concerned look, his brows furrowing in worry. "Is there a way to help her get it back?" he asked, his voice laced with urgency.

The doctor fell silent as if trying to find the right words. "I can't say it will come back, but.." he paused "we'll need to conduct some tests and perhaps consult with a specialist. Losing one's voice can be a temporary effect, especially after a traumatic event. It's too early to say for sure, but with proper care and treatment, there's hope," he explained, his words aiming to instill a sense of optimism in the room.

“Hi, my name is Dr. James, And I am the one who attended to your injury” He said as he looked at you directly, “I know this is all confusing to you right now, but I assure you I will do everything in my power to help you.” He continued with a kind and gentle voice. He then looked back at the young man and said, “Help her sit up” The young man eagerly nodded and helped you gently sit up from your  bed. “Can you also fetch me the chair” the young man nodded and urgently went to the other side to fetch the chair and positioned it near Dr James. 

Unknowingly behind them, Makisig who was still standing silently near the door watched in bewilderment as he witnessed his little brother following Mang Kano’s command. This was the first time he saw his brother being bossed around by a human without any resistance. He had the urge to laugh but had to stop himself so as to not break the moment in the room. 

“It's just a formality” Dr. James said, flipping a page on his clipboard and handing it to you along with a pen. “Since you can't speak right now, could you please write your name down for me? That way I can address you properly.” You nodded weakly and reached for the pen and paper. your hands were shaking, and it took you a few tries to write your name legibly. “Y/N” Dr. James said out loud. “What a beautiful name” He added with a gentle smile on his face. 

 “I’ll be asking some questions,” Dr. James pointed at the clipboard you are holding and gestured “You just write your answer, a brief word would suffice, you could also choose not to answer, will that be ok?” He said asking for permission. In response to his question, you wrote the word ‘Yes’   

Dr. James smiled and began asking some questions. "Well done. Now, do you feel any discomfort with your body right now?" You pointed at the word "Yes" that you had written earlier. Dr. James acknowledged your response and followed up, "Could you try and point where?" Slowly lifting your hand, you indicated your bandaged neck. "Does it hurt a lot?" He continued asking, you wrote "A little". 

The questioning continued for a while, with Dr. James periodically examining your body for any signs of discomfort. "Your body is still recovering, and since you were in a coma for a while, you may experience discomfort in different parts of your body," he explained. "You need rest and a bit of walking or exercise to aid in your recovery." 

Dr. James hesitated, as if uneasy about asking the next question. "I know this might be hard to recall, but..." he paused as he looked at the young man then back at you, "do you remember what happened before you passed out?" Your body tensed at the question; memories of encountering the terrifying creature and the trauma it inflicted flooded your mind.

Tears welled up in your eyes once more, rolling down your cheeks uncontrollably. With a heavy heart, you pressed both palms against your face as silent sobs racked your body. Frustration built up inside you as you cried without making a sound, the weight of your emotions overwhelming your voiceless cries. 

Dr. James did not probe any further, as he already knows your answer from your reaction. All he could do is press his hand on your shoulder as he waits for you to finish crying.  

Maliksi, who had been silently observing the conversation, clenched his fist unknowingly. It was as if he felt sympathy for the girl, a feeling he hadn't experienced in quite some time. Looking at the window he silently voiced in his head ‘I’ll kill that jerk!’.  

“You should get some rest first,” Dr. James said, breaking the silence in the room. Gently, he helped you lie back in your bed. As you were being assisted, you couldn't help but notice the young man at the edge of the bed. As your eyesight was still blurry earlier, this is the first time you saw him clearly.

His pale complexion and silver hair caught your attention, and his expression remained stoic as he gazed out of the window. Even though you could only see his side profile, you couldn't deny his handsomeness.

Dr. James caught sight of you looking at the young man. "Ah, this is..." he gestured but stopped, appearing hesitant. As if returning to reality, the young man then looked in your direction. "He’s the one... who brought you here," Dr. James continued, appearing uncomfortable with the introduction.

You stared at the young man, feeling a sense of familiarity wash over you. The young man waved his hand in front of you and said, “Hey there, my name’s Maliksi.” ‘Maliksi,’ he stopped as he saw you open your mouth and mouthed his name along with him. “D-did you just!” Maliksi stuttered as he looked at you in shock, as if you already knew who he was.

You were equally stunned by your own reaction; in that moment, your dimly recalled memories surged forward in rapid succession: the time you were attacked, the sight of the him perched atop the tree and the instance when the creature was forcefully repelled from you. You remembered the way the creature hissed Maliksi’s name before you lost consciousness.

You grabbed the clipboard and pen again and slowly wrote something: ‘On top of the tree’. Shyly, you showed them the written words. Both Maliksi and Dr. James looked at the writing. Maliksi smiled as he read the words. "So you remember me!" he exclaimed excitedly.

Dr. James looked back and forth between you and Maliksi, observing the interaction with curiosity. “If you remember him then that means you also know that he’s a Tamawo” Dr James asked. The girl looked at him in curiosity then wrote “Tamawo?”  

The doctor and Maliksi exchanged a glance as they read what you wrote, then awkwardly looked away. Dr. James rubbed his temples, realizing he had made a mistake. He sighed heavily, seemingly reluctant to explain. "It's like this," he began, scratching his cheek as if searching for the right words. "The creature that attacked you... was a Tamawo." 

Makisig sensed the presence of another creature lurking nearby. With caution, he slipped out of the room, ensuring that the people inside remained unaware of his departure. As he stepped foot outside, he said “Come out, I know you’re here”. A figure emerged from the shadows, striding proudly with a malicious grin on his face. His silver hair flowing with the wind.

“My, my if it isn’t the hybrid” the man said maliciously. Makisig remained silent, unfaced by his remark.   “I warn you Lakan, stay away from them” Makisig warned. Lakan chuckled, amused by his warning. “You can’t stop me; I will take that woman and this time I’ll make sure to rip her apart.” Lakan then grinned widely “And I’ll make sure to get back at your pest of a brother for what he had done” 

Makisig's face turned dark, his eyes piercing through Lakan as he thought of ways of tearing him apart. “If you touch my brother, I promise you I won’t be merciful”. Lakan laughed again, he looked at Makisig staring at him with the same killing intent. “I look forward to that.” and with that he turned and walked away.   

Makisig watched him go, when he was gone, he sighed releasing the tension from his body.  Time is of the essence now; He must come up with a plan to make sure that his brother and the girl were unharmed. He looked up at the window on the second floor, his mind racing as he contemplated his next move. “I better act fast”. 

Author's note:

-Malapit na tayo sa exciting part! CHAR!

-I remember @ask-emilz-de-philz posted Mang Kano's real name and to my surprise it's the same name as my brother. XDDD the irony was he's also in the medical field XDDD Ehem!.

-Maliksi being bossed around by a human was rare VERY RARE! UwU. Forgive me HC for making that part, I just had to do it //Smirks

-Next Chapter will be the last part.

[savingprimrose]

...will eagerly await that maliksi x reader thing hahahaha

Listen here u lil tikbalang fucker... why were u reading my tags!!! 😭😭😭😭😭

I'll write it just for you you nasty tikbalang fucker

😭😭😭😭😭👀

[x-infernhoes-x]

Its me the happy ending Mal anon! I was soooo looking forward to Mal and his spouse having little colts... the ending literally made me cry a bit, i was really thinking of them with their colts in a house full of love and happiness. Its not just u thats hurting from the first part of ever more @binibiningbabaylan

Just answering this so @binibiningbabaylan could get back to you, Mal Anon!

[the-lazyyy-artist]

Soulmates and Everything in Between

A/N: Hey! Here is now my two centavos for the Trese/Kambal fandom. I offer to you a Basilio x Fem!Reader fanfic... you can also consider it a Maliksi x Fem!Reader bc it has some parts with Mal. Also, what a title, emerite. It’s loosely based on this song:

https://open.spotify.com/track/4jq5J39hJ28RmDhNp1QkYk?si=1bff151aeec64129

(I had to put a link bc how do u insert a like... song from spotify???)

It was an idea I had overnight so... enjoy!

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You were never one to believe in love, not after breaking up with your boyfriend for 4 years; you caught him cheating on you for 6 months. Basilio was the one who believed in love, despite the destiny that his mother had and that his dad was a killing machine. He still believed that there’s this good kind of love. It has been a year since you two met at The Diabolical, after Maliksi practically pulled you out of your bed so that you can finally hang out with him and the wind girls after two months of moping in your apartment. It was a good time, being able to debate with Basilio that night about love after just an hour of meeting each other in the bar.

 “You know, Basilio,” you said, alcohol streaming through your blood, “love is just a social concept that was made up to trick people to fuck and produce more people. That’s why this country is overpopulated.” Basilio laughed. The others just listened and hummed in agreement. “It’s not just a social concept, Y/N. It’s Bathala’s way of leading people to their other half, their soulmate. He knows that we cannot live alone, so he created other halves for each one of us.” You scoffed and had another drink of your beer. “Really? If so, then why are there womanizers? Cheaters? If that’s Bathala’s way for us to find our so-called other halves, then no one should be cheating. Soulmate my ass, it was never real in the first place. Whoever wrote that must’ve been whack.”

 “Girl,” Amie said, rubbing circles on your back, “kalma ka lang. Let’s just enjoy this night, shall we? No more debating about love.”

 The next day, despite the hangover you had, you were sobered up to the texts you received from an unknown number and a friend request on your socials. It was Basilio. You groaned. “What does he want this time?” On his texts, he apologized about the debate and that he got your number from Maliksi. Good ol’ Maliksi, playing cupid all over again.

 Since that day, Basilio has been bombarding you with texts messages, asking how you were, how was work, or anything in general. It was annoying, honestly, since that you obviously got a feeling that he likes you. You scoffed at that thought. “No way. If he thought he’d win my heart, keep dreaming na lang.” Then, in a few months, it was no longer just texts. He started coming over with Maliksi. He knows that you and Mal were bestfriends. He started bringing food, worse, even cooking in your own kitchen! He knew about your favorite dish, and he just smiled at you when this shocked you. “How?” You asked him as he was setting the table. He then tilted his head to Mal, who was already grinning at you. You just cursed under your breath.

 It was not long when it was just Basilio coming, still with food and movies and haranas. It made your heart flutter, in all honesty, but you tried not to fall in love again. You knew about the twins’ history with girls, how they would sometimes bed them. The thought made you shiver. Still, Basilio was persistent, and consistent. It even surprised you that he came with you on your grocery day at the public market, and he was wearing shorts and sando. He helped you carry your groceries, and put them all on the shelves in your kitchen. “Thanks, Basilio. It’s very nice of you to help me out today,” you said, smiling at him. “It’s nothing. I’d do everything for my girl.” That caught you off guard.

 And that was when you knew you got it bad.

 You were in love. You finally fell for him.

 You then started to shut him out. You started to make up excuses if Basilio wants to come over. This worried Basilio, and asked Maliksi about what happened. “This this isn’t new to me,” Mal answered, “she did that to me too after the break up.”

 “But this isn’t a break up,” Basilio said, a bit of panic in his voice. “It was always okay for her if I was coming over.” Maliksi gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll talk to her.”

 You were reading a book on your sofa when the front door opened. It was Maliksi. You trusted him enough for him to have the spare key of your apartment, in case something happened. “I guess you heard the news, huh.” You joked, and he chuckled. “Yes, bub, I did. What happened?” He asked as he sat beside you. You turned to him, and rested your head on his shoulder. “I’m scared, Mal,” you said, your voice quiet. “About what?”

 “Love.”

 Maliksi sighed and you finally faced him. “I understand that you’re scared of getting hurt again, but please don’t stop yourself from experiencing a new kind of love. It’s always good to try again,” he said as he took your hands. You just groaned and tears fell from your eyes. “He’s just too good to be true, Mal. He’s kind, and gentle. He knows what I want and he’s trustworthy, and he helps me with everything I do. He wants to be involved with my life and wants to do everything with me. He even went with me to the public market! No guy ever did that!” Mal chuckled and hugged you as you sobbed. “Then why are you scared if he’s doing all these amazing things?”

 “Because,” you said in between sobs, “what if he changes over time? What if he’ll get used to all of this and decides that it bores him?”

 “Are you gonna let your what if’s stop yourself from experiencing this wonderful kind of love?” He asked you. You just sighed. “Y/N, don’t ever be scared to love again, because it’s the only good thing in this horrible world we’re in. It’s the thing that Bathala gave us so that our souls will be at peace.” He was right, you thought. Ever since Basilio came, everything was beautiful, your soul was at peace. Maybe this is what Basilio was talking about months ago, about soulmates. Maybe he was yours.

 Days after, you asked Basilio to come over, and it overjoyed him. Maliksi told him about your fear, and it was enough for him to understand why you shut him out. When he arrived, you gave him a weak smile. He brought all your comfort food, street foods, to be exact. He prepared everything on the table before he sat beside you on the couch. “Hey, Y/N,” he said softly. You then hugged him. It felt like it was everything you needed. “I know you’re scared,” he said softly, as he enveloped you into his arms, “and I understand if you’re not ready. Nevertheless, I will still be here, because after I met you, and after all the time we spent, I knew that I love you. My soul is at peace when I’m with you.”

 You swore to yourself that you won’t cry, but you did, and he hugged you tighter. It was the best feeling in the world, to be at peace, to be with someone who understands you. You were then surprised that he played a song on his phone. He placed it on the couch and he stood up. The intro played, the very familiar guitar chords spilling through the speakers. He offered his hand to you, and said, “Care to dance, baby?” You laughed when he said ‘baby’, but you accepted. You gingerly placed your hands on his chest, and his hands rested on your waist. It was an odd song to dance to, but you figured that Basilio was the kind of guy to tell his feelings through a song, thus the endless haranas.

 The chorus of the song came up, and he sang along to it. It was everything he wanted to say. Basilio, the guy you just debated about love, is now the man you swore to be with until the end. A secret promise for now. After all, it’s what Bathala gave us; a partner to be with until the end.